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c-themoon · 8 months

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Orders.

WARNING BEFORE READING!!

I plan to do a series of one shots of Kyle, Stan and even Kenny too. These all will be part of a bigger fanfic I have yet to post here, hopefully it will make sense in the future but for now I think they are okay to read whitout context. Yura is one of my OC's. I will write Style too eventually, maybe even open some requests for other shipps but for now I will only write the one shots that will be a part of my main fanfic. English is not mt first language and It's mt first time writing smut, I'm open to your criticism, just be respectful please.

Warnings: NSFW, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex Cock Warming.

It was a rainy sunday afternoon. Kyle, Stan and Yura were roomates. They shared an apartament in NY thanks to college and today was an unusual day. Stan was called in his part time job to cover for a co-worker who couldn't attend that specif sunday, Kyle and Yura had to study for their respective tests that were coming and most important, they needed to clean the apartament since sunday was the only day of the week they had to keep the place in order.

So the three of them woke up early in the morning, Stan quickly left for work and Kyle and Yura sat down in the kitchen table and organized a list of chores each one of them would do to get rid of the cleaning as soon as possible so they could study after.

"Okay, so you do the dishes, laundry and take out the trash. I will sweep the house and clean the bathroons, then we both clean our rooms, and when everything else is done we can fold the clothes that were already clean in the dryer, okay?" Kyle said in a calm tone, tapping the table with the tip of his finger while looking at her and waiting for her confirmation.

"Sure, that works for me." She replied with a sweet tone and small smile that always managed to melt his heart a little.

He smirked at her answer and then proceeded to get up. "Okay, let's start then" Kyle offered her his hand and she gladly accepeted it. They quickly started to do their designed tasks and about 2 hours after they were finished.

Yura had a few strings of hair falling of her bun, Kyle was sweating a little and they were certainly tired but the apartament was now nice and clean. She dropped herself in the couch and let out a sigh.

"I can't believe we still have to study after that. God please send help, one of your strongest soldiers is falling apart." She said dramatically, making kyle chuckle as he sat next to her. "C'mon, don't be so dramatic Yura" He rolled his eyes and playfullly patted her head. "Let's eat something first, that will lift you up." he got up and started to walk towards the kitchen. "Come" he said one last time and she slowly got up and obeyed him, walking towards the kitchen.

Some time passed, they ate some leftovers from the day before, cleaned their mess and went to study. Yura was a good student, even if she didn't always got 10's, but Kyle was an overachiever mf. He wanted the best grades and he liked to be the best. So, when they sat down their asses in the table, Kyle's face shifted to a focused and serious expression, he put his earphones in, opened his notebook and started to take notes. Yura did the same but she knew she would't last as many hours as him. After 2 hours of endless pages, articles read and words written, she just thought "I'm fucking done with this, I will have more time during the week". So she turned off her Ipad, closed her notebook filled with notes and got up carefully to not disturb Kyle. "manace to society" she thought to herself seeing his focused frawn. Unfortunatly, she couldn't deny that he was hot. It should be a crime to be this handsome while doing something so silly as studying taxes or whatever he had to study in law major. He was almost too hot like that for his own good, but, knowing him very well, she would't disturb him during his study time since he would be bothered if interrupted. So, when Yura walked by him she just kissed his cheek to say a sort of "goodbye" and went to grab water in the kitchen. As Kyle felt her loving kiss in his cheek he looked at her and removed his earphones "where are you going?"

"I'm done for today, good luck with the rest of your studies!" she waved at him as she filled her previously empty bottle with water.

Kyle was not gonna lie to himself, he enjoyed having her company while studying, just her presence alone made this boring assignment more endurable so he was a little bummed at her soon departure.

"Okay, don't be loud then."

"I won't "sir", don't worry" she jokingly said and went to sit on the couch in the living room. Yura didn't even turned on the tv, she was just scrolling down her twitter.

He smirked at her and let out a slight chuckle. Calling him sir... interesting, he thought.

One hour and a half later, he was feeling confident about his notes so he thinks it's a good time to stop, he didn't want to overdo it anyway. The red haired boy starts to strech his arms and neck and then he lays his eyes on Yura. She was using an oversized t shirt, he could tell it was not hers, it was probably his due to the large size. Kyle was very tall and had nice muscles, he was once part of the basktball team during high school afterall. So, she was wearing that green shirt of his, a tiny shorts that didn't cover shit of her beautiful tighs and the woman was just... there, being casually too beautiful doing absolutely nothing. Earlier she had called him "sir"... and she spent all day obeying everything he said. The chores, lunch, study... and Kyle wasn't blind, he could feel her gaze sometimes during their time together at that table, he knew she was checking him out, and he enjoyed that. All the signs were there... he decided to test something.

“Hey Yura, come over here for a second.” Kyle said in a commanding tone, in hopes of teasing her. The girl, as soon as she heard his voice, turned her head to him with a curious expression. "What?" She asked while getting up and walking towards him.

When she got near she just stood there, waiting for his reply.

“Sit.” Kyle commands once more, grinning.

She was slightly confused about his sudden...requests... but she obeyed him and sat next to him in the other chair at the table next to him.

"Okay, now will you explain why you're being so weird?" She asked him with a slightly frawn forming in her face.

Kyle tried to keep the serious facade but he failed. He starts laughing a bit, covering his mouth with one of his hands.

“Yura, I wanted to try giving you an order to see if you would obey again, since, strangely, you have been a very... obedient girl today..." he said finally being able to stop giggling but he still had a smirk on his face. "And... well.. you did what I told you to do. Again..." He said with that stupid cocky smile of his getting bigger.

As she heard him, her face was gradually getting more flustered. "You're such an idiot, I can't belive you!" She said embarressed at herself for having actually followed his stupid order. Yura gave his shoulder a tiny punch. "I-It's just that you're a very pragmatic person and since we had a lot of things to do I thought you would know how to do things quicker!!" She says trying to justify herself, which of course, wasn't a lie completely. Her cheeks were burning red at this point.

"You seem to have a thing for following orders...", he said with a provocative tone, getting up and standing in front of her. "Don't you?" He proceeds to lean towards her, getting at her level at the chair and bringing her face close to him with his hand that very calmly grabbed her chin.

"And why do you care?" She said looking into his eyes with a defying tone, yet, a needy one. Almost as if she wanted to give in.

"Oh, princess, because I love the ideia that you would obey any order I give you."

Their faces are close, they can almost feel each other's breath. Tension and lust filled the air. Yura was still blushing, but now, she could not deny that she was turned on by his words, by him.

"Then... command me to do something more..." she said with desire coming from her voice a and flirty and slightly nervous tone as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I want you to kiss me, yura.” he says calmly while giving her a very slight pull towards him for her to get up while having a sly smirk.

She lets out a quick smile and kisses him. His lips feel so soft. They savor this kiss, feeling each other's tongue's and taste. Kyle hands soon go to her waist, squeezing her with just the amount of force he knew she loved, that made her go weak. Kyle bites her lower lip before they finally pull away from one another, making Yura moan in a lower whisper.

"Shall I order you to do something else?" He asks with a provocative tone yet again. His fingers were now brushing her hair while his eyes were focused on her beautiful flushed face. "I would't mind that..." she says, drunk with the pleasure his touch can give her. He smirked, then leaned over to kiss her once again, a slow, passionate kiss that made her whole body melt and burst into flames. Then, without breaking eye contact he said

“I want you to get on your knees for me”.

A slight smirk formed un yura's lip's. She kissed his neck and gave him a small bite in the area, just to tease him, and then she whispered seductively in his ear "Of course, Kyle..." and then she got on her knees and looked at him with that provocative expression and that smirk filled with lust. Her gaze was a perfect mixture of innocence and lust, revealing just how much she wanted him in the moment, in need of his touch.

He chuckled at the feeling of her lips on his neck. He was already hard. It was difficult for him to control himself and not just fuck her right away. “If you don’t stop giving me that look, I might get a little too carried away.” He then starts caressing her face with his hands. "I will ruin that pretty mouth of yours." She looked at him so eagerly, so needy, so wet. She proceeds to lean her head further into his touch, feeling pleasure and confort in it. His thumb is playing with her lips, getting inside her mouth. She starts using her tongue and feels his thumb. The sight of yura on her knees, sucking his finger while giving him that sinful look... it was driving kyle crazy.

With his free hand he started to lower his sweatpants, reaveling his big bulge in his boxers. "Take it off" he said in a low voice, poiting at his black boxers. Yura obeyed immediatly and slowly started to take off his underwear. When his throbbing dick was entirely out, she gently grabbed with her hands and looked at him, rubbing a little, going up and down.

"Suck it." It was an order, and that made Yura even more aroused. She then proceeded to lick the tip, tasting the pre cum that was already dripping. Slowly, she started to move her mouth, feeling his large hardness deep in her throat, doing movements with her head, going up and down.

Kyle tilted his head back, feeling lost in the pleasure of her lips and mouth. He puts his hand in the back of her head, guiding her movements.

"You're such a good girl aren't you? Taking me so well...ngh..."

She continued using her mouth and hands, sucking as much as she could trying not to choke, her hands were on his thighs, sometimes she would move them to the base of his cock to masturbate it before swallowing it again. Soon Kyle felt his orgasm coming, he shoved his dick down her throat while the most sinful and delicious moans came out of his mouth.

Yura swallowed everything, or at least she tried. Some cum dripped on the area of her boobs. When he was done he softned his grip on her and let her go. She let out a heavy breath and had to clean the corner of her mouth, her eyes were watering a little.

God, that vision was so hot for Kyle.

She looked at him, with those submissive eyes.

"Did I do well?"

He stayed silent, feeling hard yet again, watching her messy hair and flushed face while asking so desesperately for his approval.

"Very well, princess" he helped her get up and cupped her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

She smiled and again let her face sunk in his warm hand.

"Should I be rewarded then?" She playfully asked.

He just smiled and kissed her. A slow and sensual kiss.

"Of course, you were such a good girl afterall, weren't you? He picked her up in a quick move and carried her im bridal style to his room to place her in his bed.

"Lift your arms for me, yura" she gladly did and felt her shirt being removed. Her big breasts were now completely exposed. She let out a devious smile and placed her hands inside his shirt, feeling his abs and toned torso. "I want to see you too" Yura said while scratching him slightly with her nails to tease him. The feeling of her nails was so exciting for Kyle, he felt shivers.

"Oh I know" he said and finally removed his shirt, reaveling the muscles beneath it.

She brushed his body with the tip of her nails, smiling provocatively while admiring her boyfriend's physique. He grabbed her hand.

"I didn't say you could touch me yet..." he grinned mischiviously and pinned her in the couch, pressing his torso and hardness against her.

"Oh, so I need permission to do so?" She chuckled a little, bringing his face closer to hers with her hands. "So impatiant now, aren't we?" He moved his hand right in between her thighs, her tiny shorts were long gone at this point, then he shoved one finger inside her, making her bold attitude and expression disappear, being now replaced by a needy response.

"S-stop teasing me like that" she moaned, barely being able to contain her body from the immediate response to his touch. She was soaking wet. "Oh but you seem to be enjoying this a lot princess" he moved his finger deeper in her wet cunt, she was moaning loudly.

"Aaahn... Kyle... please... I want... I need you now..."

"You need what? Be clear with your words" he asked inserting one more finger inside her.

"I need you to fuck me, please..." she begged, her eyes even watering a bit.

Hearing her beg sent his self control to space.

He kissed her once more and started to remove his sweatpants and boxers once again. He shoved his dick inside her wet cunt, making her moan loudly with the sudden penetration.

"Ngh... Kyle..."

"Fuck, you're so good for me..."

He began the moving in an intense pace, making sure she could feel every inche of his hard cock. Due to his size, it was not uncommon for her to feel some kind of pain without some preparation, but gods, that pain was so quickly turned into pleasure with him.

She digged her nails into the skin of his muscular back, how she loved to mark him there. The pain he felt with her scratching was also a turn on for him. Her face and beautiful voice, moaning his name like she belonged to him, that was his heaven. They kissed once more, sharing their taste with each other. He bit her lips with force before breaking the kiss.

Her moanings became more eratic, she was almost there and he could feel her walls tightening around him, her legs were quivering at this point.

They reached the climax almost at the same, feeling numb after and collapsing together in the bed.

"You take me so well every single time, Yura..." he said still inside of her, looking at her eyes and flushed expression. One of his fingers brushed her messy hair off her face gently.

"It's because it's you, Kyle." she said smiling at him and chuckling a bit.

He smiled and kissed her again, her taste was addicting, like a drug.

"Now, will you stay like that forever or?" She said in a playful tone poiting at his dick, still inside her.

"Oh, you seemed to be liking so much" he said in the same sarcastic tone and removed his member off her. That made her moan in response, feeling empty all of sudden.

"Aahn..."

"If you don’t stop moaning like that I don't know if I'll have the strenght to get up this bed princess" he layed down next to her and hugged her waist, bringing her closer to him.

"Shut up!" She said laughing and slapping his chest playfully. "Let's just cuddle a bit"

"I think you're getting too spoiled" he said carressing her hair while she buried her face in his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Mine I suppose." He said laughing with her.

"Were you able to finish your studies earlier?" She asked, lifting her head a little bit to face him. "Yeah, I think I'm good for today, why?"

"Then let's just stay like this, I'm tired, you fucked the shit out of me" she said and snuggled against him.

He laughed out loud this time. "Hahaha, well, next time don't be so eager to follow my orders".

And they stayed cuddling and teasing each other for the rest of the day. Well, until Stan arrived tired of the shift he had to cover, then they decided maybe someone else should he spoiled for the rest of the day.

#kyle broflovski #south park #smut #headcanon #kyle broflovski smut

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loife1m · 10 months

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100% first two chapters

1st chap: the final report - 1

"...and we shall go to the assembly after lunch break. I hope you are proud of your report, and to those who aren't, I'm sure you will do better next time. Class dismissed" Ms. Sherly finished and left the class. Aiden looked disgustedly at his report paper, lying ugly on his desk, shamefully hated on.

"What did you get?" Aiden turned to the voice, even though he didn't have to turn to know who it was.

"Miss Shah! To what do I do the honor?" Aiden exclaimed, sarcastically.

"Shut up, no good loser. What did you get?" Aru Shah crossed her arms.

Crap. He thought by teasing her, she would retort and would forget. This time he really messed up, because he got 98% and was 99% sure that she got higher.

"Go away"

"Lemme guess. You're too embarrassed about it?" She smirked.

"They're at it again" Mini sighed to their friend, Brynne.

"Shh. I wanna see this shit go down" Brynne replied.

"98%" he muttered. A big grin appeared on her face and his heart dropped. She slapped down her report on his desk.

"99%. Better luck next time, sucker" She smirked, snatched her paper away and walked away with Mini who was rolling her eyes.

It was lunch break in their junior college, the only time where people from different departments could meet one another.

The English Story Championship 2023 was approaching quickly, where only one person from their department would get selected to represent the school and fight against many. For the past years, both of them had been preparing. Last year, he got selected, as Aru was not in Junior College at that time. But this year, he wasn't so sure.

It wasn't like a group to group thing. Only one person would get selected. That was his main worry.

"Cheer up dude. It shouldn't be about who's gonna be getting the medal! Our school should win. Period" Brynne snapped him out of his thoughts. Their group consisted of Brynne, her girlfriend Hira, Mini and his cousin Rudy. As well as Aru.

The entire school was super interested in the beef, so both of them were popular. And yeah, it used to be super awkward for the rest of the group at first, but eventually they all got used to it.

"I guess you're right."

"But you still wanna win."

"I still wanna win."

Brynne sighed. "Whatever. Let's join the others"

As they approached the table, Aru was laughing melodically at something Rudy said. Mini was pointing out something he got wrong, from what he could tell.

Yeah okay. Not laughing melodically, he meant snickering.

"Where are you from, Pluto? A microwave isn't a small wave, you small brained-"

"Wait, wait. What did he say? What did I miss out on?" Brynne rushed to sit next to Aru.

"He was talking about how he saw a microwave when he went to the beach last summer, and how excited he was to see megawaves this summer" She cackled. Brynne joined the cackling while pointing at Rudy.

'How on Earth do they get along? How can anyone get along with Shah?' He thought.

Mini frowned. "Guys, that's not that nice. He's one of the best musicians in our department"

"Okay, and? He needs a brain as well" Brynne said.

Rudy turned beet red. "I'm good at loads of things! If you could just see them"

Aru's face suddenly turned understanding and then she looked guilty. "Yeah. I'm sure. Just study hard okay? It's bound to be embarrassing if you tell this to a 10 year old and they laugh at you"

Aiden knew why her face turned understanding. A throwback to their 5th and 6th grade.

"Yeah, I guess so. I need someone to explain a lot to me" Rudy looked down. Aru smirked and nudged Mini suggestively.

"Y'know, I'm in a different department so it might be hard to arrange that. Mini, on the other hand, certainly can and will help you"

"I-um-yeah. I could do that" Mini stammered. Aru checked the time.

"Let's get to the assembly" She said, and rushed to the assembly hall.

Everyone filed in their respective home classes. Aru was in his home class, and the list being in alphabetical order, she was right in front of him.

"It's gonna start~" Aru sang. Everyone knew what 'it' was, and Aiden was dreading it. And sure enough it started.

"Good afternoon, everyone attending Augustus Day Junior College. This is your principal, Mrs. Sharia. I'm sure everyone has gotten their final report by now, and as per tradition, I shall call out the ones who have scored the highest this year to receive the High Achiever reward"

"Ms. Arielle Reddy" She called out. Arielle walked up proudly from the front of Aru, sticking out her tongue at her. "Has scored 3rd place, with a score of 95%"

Everyone clapped, rather half-heartedly.

"Mr. Aiden Acharya" She called. Aiden walked up, all forced smiles and waved to the crowd. He spotted Aru smirking and almost slumped. "Has scored 2nd place, a score of 98%"

As everyone clapped, Mrs. Sharia gave him the certificate and the medal and let him stand to the side of Arielle who shifted closer to him and smiled.

"And now, our highest achiever, the pride of the school this year, please welcome Ms. Aru Shah!" Mrs. Sharia even clapped this time, Aiden grit his teeth and Arielle's jaw dropped. "Scoring 1st place, with a result of 99%!!"

Aru walked up proudly, took her certificate and medal and stood to the right of Arielle. She subtly stuck out her tongue.

"Ah, Ms. Shah, please stand in the middle"

Aru grimaced of having to be in close proximity of him and stood next to him. As the pictures were taken, they all went back to the class line.

"And now, at last. I will reveal who shall compete in the English Story Championship 2023" Mrs. Sharia smiled. "This is a huge surprise for all of us, but I am proud to announce that"

Mrs. Sharia took out an entry form from behind her. But it was not one it was...two?

"Ms. Aru Shah and Mr. Aiden Acharya both shall compete in The English Story Championship this year!"

2nd chap: 8:30 sharp! You snooze you lose, - 2

"Ms. Aru Shah and Mr. Aiden Acharya shall both compete in the English Story Championship this year!"

The entirety of their school, both departments, were shocked to silence. You could hear the whirring of the air conditioning and a single bee inside the assembly hall. You could hear somebody drop something plastic and everyone gasping.

Up there, on the stage, Aiden, Aru and Arielle's jaws dropped.

"This is serious injustice. I worked hard for this!" Aru whispered ferociously. In a way, hate her or not, Aiden could understand what she was feeling. Battling with your rival to get to the top only to have both of you get selected would be really bad. It would mean everything you did was for nothing.

You see, after Aiden found out Aru got higher, he called his mom to tell her that he'd come home that weekend. His mom was so excited, she'd be devastated now.

And then he felt the reality wash over him a bit too late. He was selected for the English Story Championship for the second time in a row! He was gonna represent the school.

With Aru Shah.

She's super crazy smart. Not to mention, she's a nice person too. Maybe she could fill in his place as well as her's.

'Yeah, right. She'd be happy to, but she won't do it because you're asking her' His brain sneered at him. 'She would've done it happily 4 years ago, especially because she-'

Shut up, brain.

'You did too'

Shut up brain!

"Everyone, an Augustus Clap please!" Mrs. Sharia boomed over the loud speakers to gain everyone's attention. People stopped whispering with each other and started the Augustus Clap.

They stomped their right foot and clapped twice. They continued the pattern, and Aiden felt Aru shiver pleasantly next to him. He knew that feeling. The entire school looking at you and clapping for your hard work.

Everyone filed back to their classes and Aiden walked up to Aru's desk, as she was chatting with her friend. Her name was Bethany or something, but he wasn't here for her, so he didn't care.

"Shah."

Aru turned to him with a smile that soon dropped after seeing who it was.

"Oh. It's you. Don't be smug about getting selected, this is completely unfair and you should know that"

"Aiden, darling. Remember me?" Bethany interrupted her. Aru got visibly annoyed.

One thing you should know about Shah is that she doesn't like getting interrupted.

"Uh yeah, Bethany, right?" Aiden replied awkwardly.

He could hear Aru snicker silently and see Bethany's smile dropping.

"Um no. It's Brutta"

Now it was Aiden's turn to snicker, inside his head. Brutta meant ugly in Italian. He coughed and then turned to Shah.

"I don't wanna participate" he continued.

"Whatever" Aru turned back to Bethany. Then her eyes bulged and she turned back to him. "Wait. You what?!"

"Yeah, yeah, tease me all you wa-"

"Are you crazy? How could you miss an opportunity like this? I thought you really wanted this" Aru scolded him (ish) with genuine concern in her eyes. Something passed through them that reminded him a lot about when they were still friends. When they were able to understand each other.

When they were able to hold conversation without fighting.

"I need to go see my mom. You can do this"

And then realization and understanding in her eyes. "Oh. How is she, by the way?"

Aiden chuckled. "Well. She's good. She never really liked you, you know"

She snorted "As if you did. It's okay if someone doesn't like me. I could care less"

Aiden coughed for a second, considering the first part of her sentence was untrue. "How's yours?"

"She's good. Actually, she's recently started-"

"Is this happening? Are you two actually having a conversation without fighting?" Ugly screeched.

Aru winced, looked annoyed and slowly enunciated the words. "Bethany. Don't interrupt me"

"I'm not Bethany for goodness sake! I'm Brutta!" She screamed.

Aiden could tell that Bethany was only talking to Aru for the popularity and Aru to Brutta because her friends were probably busy at the moment.

"Yeah. Okay. Anyway, what do you want me to do about this?" Aru asked, ignoring Brutta annoyingly flirting with him.

"Fill in my place!" He yelled. The class got quiet. All eyes were on them.

"What? No!" Aru replied, alarmed.

"Please. I'm begging you!"

"You'd let Mrs. Sharia down! You know how she feels about this"

"Aru. Please" he replied, using her first name for the first time in a long time.

"No!"

The class started whispering:

"Who are they?"

"That's Aiden Acharya and Aru Shah. They're ultimate rivals and the faces of the school"

"They seem close"

"Yeah they used to be close, but grew apart. Rumor has it that they used to have a thing for each other"

"Really? I could definitely see it"

He felt his ears boiling up and then continued trying to get his point across.

"Just shut up and agree!"

"Why should I? You're the one who's being childish right now"

"Me? Seriously? Who's the one who spilt their leaking pen ink all over my locker!"

"I said I'm sorry! I even cleaned it up for you, so I think it's stupid of what you're asking me to do"

"Do you want me to tell everyone your entire 5th grade?"

The other opened her mouth and then sighed in exasperation. "I can't stand you"

"Then sit down" he replied, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he walked away. "I'll see you at 8:30"

"Fuck you!"

"8:30 sharp!" He replied, moving out the class. He could hear her audibly groan as he turned around the corner.

#aiden acharya #aru shah #aruden #hirynne #snake of death

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loving-n0t-heyting · 2 years

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Thinking about an (in many respects exemplary) English teacher from hs and the extent of the particular academic pathology he personified so intensely

The capstone of Fr X’s 3rd yr English class was a research paper, on a topic of our choice. The paper was to have a specific, highly regimented structure (like a 5 paragraph essay but more baroque) in which it would present the best arguments for and against some chosen proposition, satisfy a narrow range on its wordcount, and follow an idiosyncratic “10 writing commandments” (I remember one forbade the use of the verb “to show”). The research was to be conducted and the essay written in a series of carefully defined steps and drafts, each graded independently and with its own exacting grading criteria. This was all, ofc, an incredible pain, maybe even moreso if you already enjoyed argumentative writing given the stiflingly pedantic rubrics that governed each step in the process, and I don’t think anyone enjoyed it. And what is worst of all, that included Fr X! He would openly complain about the tedium of essay grading, and how he actually savoured plagiarists bc it gave him the opportunity to play detective instead, which in turn gave him the opportunity to prevail victorious over the cheater. I can recall him lovingly telling a story of a particular boy he managed to especially humiliate in this fashion

it’s a sign of my utter moral debasement at the time it never occurred to me how completely insane an arrangement this was. By design, our relationship with him was viciously adversarial, and to neither of our advantage! For us the work was obnoxious to produce, and for him the work was obnoxious to assess. Everyone loses, every time. Nobody made him do this: his methods were zealous beyond anything the school administration demanded of a teacher in his position. And while he would tell us this was for our ultimate benefit as writers, much or most of the rubric deployed against us was clearly tailored more to operationalising the process on his end and avoiding pet peeves than to improving us as writers in any more expansive or objective sense. I have never in my life written another essay with the structure we were required to use for that project, nor I think would he have expected me to. The whole thing had a pareto pessimal vibe to it; the assignment felt sort of designed around a principle of mutual immiseration

And beyond even the mere process of grading, the results themselves are taken as an obligation of the student to the teacher. I can remember teachers screaming that we had not held up our end of the bargain by doing poorly on tests when they had held up theirs by teaching us the test contents. Madness! What on earth are they getting from higher scores by us on exams that they set? If anyone is losing out it’s us, and yet you’re treating it as a personal affront to you! Even when the exam grading itself is not especially unpleasant, checking off little 100’s isn’t very pleasant either. And if it were, nobody would be stopping you from writing easier tests in the first place! It’s the same pathological failure of fractious and deliberately upsetting confrontations to neither party’s clear benefit

Fr X and the screamer are extreme instances, but the same structure is ubiquitous throughout teaching professions. It goes beyond anything explicable purely thru standardised testing, bureaucratic regulation, or personal vindictiveness. Teachers impose onerous work that they then hate evaluating, and treat quality output as a selfish extraction of theirs from students when they don’t stand to gain anything from it themselves. Even if you think some amount of punitivity is necessary in education, the extent to which teachers effectively and enthusiastically treat their pupils’ instruction as though it is exploiting them is just obviously topsy turvy. The adversarial game takes on a life of its own beyond any extrinsic goal it could be serving; tough but genuine love cannot possibly mean cackling in triumph and schadenfreude over thwarted cheaters like conquered enemies. If pedagogy requires the parties involved to adopt pretenses you should at least hope for ones not so precisely optimised to suck the souls of all involved

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youmarin · 2 years

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Now Recruiting! ft Inarizaki VB Boys - Part 5: Manager Extra Duties / Cloudy Skies

Summary: Before training camp, there’s finals to worry about. Concentration didn’t come easy, skies don’t seem clear and exhaustion catches up to you. There’s a peculiar meeting. Atsumu’s not great with kids but he’s trying his best.

Word count: +2.0K (+ Extra 6, 7, 8, 9 [858 words])

A/N: I wrote this on Saturday the 2nd and it started raining after weeks of no rain and hot days - we’re in a drought here, like during any other summer-, so that might’ve influenced a scene on this part hehe. Also I was feeling like shit emotionally so of course I would use this for my own comfort. And yeah if you’re getting this it means things are working out for part 6.

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You’re in your classroom, self-studying, when the twins, Ginjima and Suna came over.

“Hey, boys.” you greet, “Aren’t you supposed to be studying?”

They answer by pulling some of the empty desks of the students that chose to use the time to do anything else but study, placing them around you. When they’re accomodated, Atsumu speaks, “That’s why we’re here for.” You frowned but then look at them, stressed.

“Don’t tell me you’re failing a class.” The blonde haired twin winced. You stare at the rest “All of you?”

“We’re almost failing. There’s still hope.” Ginjima said with a positive attitude. “We can get our grades up with finals.”

“Or totally sink.” Suna adds, looking through his phone. You smack his legs for him to get them off the top of the desk in front of him. You see the mischievous glint of his eye as he smiles at you but does as you instruct.

“You’re failing social studies so I don't know why you’re acting so laid back.” Osamu counters back.

“I’ve got a C+. It’s not that bad, I can pass.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Better safe than sorry.” He shrugged. Also, he was scared of the team captain. Training camp was close. And last but not least important, he was right there with you now.

“Is that the only one?” He nods at you. Suna was a smart guy, his grades ranged between A’s and B’s. It’s just that social studies covered a lot of different things and sometimes sleep seemed like a better way to use his time. “What about the rest of you?”

“Japanese literature.” ‘Tsumu

“English.” ‘Samu

“Math.” Gin.

“God, why didn’t ya’ll agree to fail the same class?”

“We’re not failing. Yet.”

“Fine, whatever.” you rolled your eyes. “Identify the things you don’t get and I’ll explain them to ya.”

“You’re a lifesaver!”

“Keep it down.” you scolded trying to hide your amusement. “We’re starting today after practice. Club room. Now go on, off you go.”

****

While you explained as simply yet as thoroughly as you could to one of the boys, the other three stared. Right now, you were giving Ginjima your undivided attention, doing your best to help him through the practice exercises while the wing spiker nodded furiously, determined on not letting your time go to waste while tutoring him, a faint blush on the apple of his cheeks and a slight waver in his voice when he asked you something. Your gaze as you stared at people while talking to them was often considered as intense, which made it hard for Ginjima to not get distracted or nervous by it. The third years that were still around watched the whole scene in amusement.

“Having a hard time with your homework, Atsumu?” Akagi teased, and you turned to look at the setter, who seemed to get out of his trance along with the other two, finally going back to their respective notebooks in front of them.

“What? No!” He denied profusely when the question got through, looking back at you.

You stared at him with squinted eyes, unsuspecting, gesturing for him to hand you his workbook. “Let me see.” Your eyes roamed the page, looking over the blank space where the answers to the questions about the texts were supposed to be. “Where are the answers to the exercises?” you finally gave up, making the rest of the team laugh. “You didn’t understand something?”

“It’s... It's not that. I’m just tired.” He excused and you nodded. Now he felt bad since he was the one who asked for your help and you’ve been nothing but caring with them.

Looking over at Suna, he did seem bored and about to fall asleep sitting right there on the small table. But the dark haired boy slid his notebook towards you and you grabbed it, seeing that he had finished. He just needed to go over his notes again and highlight the important parts (you’d seen some of his books and he marked about everything so you told him you’d help him with that). And as you corrected Osamu’s spelling and Gin’s exercises, telling them they did mostly alright and breaking down what they've gotten wrong, you concluded that maybe it was time to wrap it up. “Okay, guys. I think we should leave it here. Good job today.” They thanked you too, starting to put away their things in their bags.

“Hey Atsumu.” You called, making him stop from getting out of the room. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Why?” he asked, stranged.

“It’s just… You said you were tired.” you shrugged. Were you seriously worrying about him right now? He felt his heart thumping on his chest. “Just get some proper rest tonight, okay?” you gave him a small smile as you finished and walked over to the door.

“Right. Will do.” he mumbled, staring at you.

‘Hurry up, ‘Tsumu. It looks like it will rain.”

“See you tomorrow, guys.”

“See ya.”

As you took the opposite direction to head home, you were nearly scared to death by someone standing there leaning on the wall.

“Hey. Long time no see.” Suna smirked while one of your hands reached to your chest as if to calm your rapidly beating heart.

“I told you to stop doing that, Suna.”

“Back to last names?”

you rolled your eyes, “What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like?”

“It’s going to rain.”

“The more reason to make sure you get home safe. Unless you want to stay over again. That would be easier if you ask me.” After walking you home several times when practice ran late or something else had come up, he had insisted a couple of times that you should stay and that it would be safer like that. So that effectively confirmed you didn’t make him uncomfortable that day.

“That’s not allowed.”

“You already did once.”

“The situation was different.”

“What if rain makes you sick?”

“I’m going to start my way back and stop losing time here, and maybe I can make it before it pours down.” You turned your back to him, starting to walk. Suna got off from the wall, hurrying to fall in step by your side. “Suna Rintaro, just go home.”

“I won’t be able to sleep if I let you walk alone right now.” you sighed, giving up. Getting further away from the school and closer to your house, you felt a drop fall into your forehead, making you blink a few times. “If I get sick, I am totally blaming you for not taking my offer.” you looked over at him who was already looking at you. Your look of protest was washed down with the heavy rain that suddenly started to fall.

Your small umbrella didn’t do much to cover you both, and in the end a gust of wind broke it. Pulling your jerseys over your head, you both made a run for it. “Let’s take cover here until it lets down a bit.” He said over the rain, pointing at a nearby storefront roof. You both panted, catching your breaths as you got under it.

“That was fun.” you chuckled, making him do so too.

“Yeah, especially the part when you chased down your umbrella.” You looked down at the broken umbrella in your hands.

“At least I bring one with me.” you countered

“I basically live on campus. I don’t need to carry one.”

“You still have to walk a bit.”

“Whatever. I think we can keep going now-” and then he slipped.

“Holy shit.” you stared at him, wide eyed. “You okay?”

“Yeah totally.” he groaned out, eyes slitted as he grimaced. He would be mortified for the fact that he just fell in front of you if it didn't hurt like it did. You stiffled a laugh but as you walked over to help him you slipped too, letting out a shriek that made him open his eyes before you fell on top of him, knocking the air out of his lungs for a moment.

“Ow.” he protested.

“I’m so sorry.” you rushed out apologies moving to get off him but you stopped, seeing him staring up at you. He looked stunned which made you worry and unconsciously get closer to inspect his face, a hand shooting up to cup his cheek. “You’re not hurt?”

He still didn’t answer, thoughts fuzzy as he stared up at your face, the lampost behind you both casting an orange glow over your head, light rain now falling around you, and noticing how close you were, your hand caressing his face. He looked from your eyes to your lips, and it finally clicked to you too but instead of moving you froze. It wasn’t until he looked back into your eyes that you finally got off him, completely flustered.

He followed you, getting back to his feet, and you had to force yourself to look back at him and keep calm. Inspecting him again, you repeated your question. “I’m okay.” He brought his own hand to his head and you noticed how he tried to hold back a wince. “I’ll probably get a small bump.” Your own hand brushed through his hair moving his away. He was right.

“I’ll fix you up when we get home.”

“Take my hand.” he spoke as you took a step.

“Wha- What?”

“Take my hand. In case you trip.” You looked over at his outstretched hand, inviting you to take it. In any other moment, you would’ve teased him but right now after what just happened, you still were too flustered to try that. But you took his hand anyway. It was as cold as yours due to the rain.

****

Days were as busy as ever. The boys did great on their exams, with scores high enough to pass the class and better, so did you, freeing you all of the prospect of taking summer class. There was no practice in the afternoon to let them rest their tired minds. You knew Atsumu would probably head to the gym anyway, dragging his brother and whoever else he could, and even though you used to do the same, today you didn’t feel like it. You had been feeling off for a while now, so you planned to walk home now that you were done.

“Y/N!!!” you grimaced at Atsumu’s loudness, just as someone from the student council passed by and scolded him for screaming in the hallways. “Look!” He held the paper to your face, a bright red 83 B- on the top corner.

“Congratulations, ‘Tsumu.” you smiled at him. “You did a good job.”

You saw the deep blush on his cheeks at your praise, and he looked away, a hand brushing his hair back getting it all messy, “It was thanks to ya.” he cleared his throat, “You’re going to the gym? ‘Samu and Suna are coming too.”

“I don’t know, I’m a little tired.” you answered. Somehow saying it out loud made it feel worse. Your breath felt heavy and the chills all over your body were definitely off for a warm summer day. Seeing him frown, you didn’t want to worry him, so you added, “Well I still have a few things about training camp to sort out.” And at that he beamed. You trudged behind him, but as you neared the gym doors, you stumbled over your own feet, colliding with Atsumu’s back.

He tensed, “y/n?” any rest of nerves washed off him as he turned, catching you in his arms before you fell to the ground. “Holy shit, y/n!” The other two boys heard Atsumu’s panicked screaming and ran out the gym to meet you.

“What happened?” Osamu asked, crouching beside his twin.

“Hey, hey, y/n.” Suna called, doing the same, trying to get you to stare at him but your vision was blurry. He held a hand to your forehead. “Damn it, she’s burning.”

Osamu suggested they should take you to the nurse’s office and call your parents and so that’s what they did. Atsumu carried you, Suna and his twin following close behind. The nurse asked them a few questions and told them you probably had burned yourself out and needed some rest. Since you didn’t give yourself a break, your body gave out on you. She put a damp cloth to your forehead to cool you down and went to call your parents.

****

The little boy opened the front door to find three boys in front of him, one he recognized. “You’re my sister’s boyfriend, right?” He frowned at Suna and the twins mimicked him. ‘But who are you?” They ignored the kid momentarily.

“Boyfriend?” Suna shrugged.

“I never said that. Maybe y/n did.” he smirked, annoying the other two.

“No way she did.” Osamu squinted at him and looked back at the boy. “He’s not your brother-in-law, he-” he was cut off.

“Then why were they holding hands?” That shut Osamu up, again staring at the yellow eyed boy.

“Look, kid. I can hold this asshole’s hand too. Is he my boyfriend now?” Atsumu spoke up while Suna pulled his hand away, glaring at him. Your brother went to close the door. “Wait, wait! We came to see how’s y/n doing.”

He peeked through the half-closed door, “You still haven’t told me your names. Also, your hair looks like a banana peel.” the other two failed to stifle their laughter, cackling at the stunned expression of the fake blonde.

“It kinda does.” Suna said between laughs

"Okay, that was totally uncalled for, you little-"

“Honey, who’s at the door?” Your mom walked over, stepping into the hallway that lead to the front door. “Who are these boys?”

“They won’t tell me.”

“I’m Miya Atsumu.” Atsumu didn’t miss a beat to answer, smiling at your mother and throwing a look to your brother. Who would’ve thought someone as sweet as you had such a menace of a brother. Osamu introduced himself. “We’re y/n’s friends.”

Extra 6: Teach Me, Miss Manager! (In which the boys just don’t get it)

“Why do they never speak clearly?” Atsumu stressed, gesturing at the workbook in front of him.

“The message is right there, Atsumu. You just have to keep in mind the context and writing techniques.”

“How the hell does that word sound like that when it’s spelled like this? There’s way too many extra letters for me.” That was Osamu. And honestly, he... He had a point.

“I… I don’t know. But that’s how it goes.”

“Why do I need to know so much about triangles and circles?”

“Circles are important. Take a volleyball, for example.” That was Atsumu.

“That’s a sphere, you idiot.” his brother corrected.

“And that’s exactly why geometry’s important, Gin.” Suna mocked.

“Highlighting the whole page does not do the trick, Rintaro.”

“You highlight the important parts, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the whole thing must be important. Otherwise why are they teaching it?” You just stared at him, words failing to leave your mouth. Sometimes they could be too much.

Extra 7: I'm Home!

You entered the house, announcing your arrival as you guided Suna inside and to your bathroom, still holding hands. He had hesitated, not wanting to intrude at this hour and on top of that get the floor all wet. That’s when your little brother stepped in.

“Hey, why aren’t you in bed?”

“Who is he?” He ignored you, glaring at Suna, making the latter raise an eyebrow. He resisted the urge to glare back.

“He’s from the volleyball team. And a friend of mine.” You smiled at Suna.

“I’m Suna Rintaro.”

“Are you a cool player or do you suck?”

“Oh he totally sucks.” You said to make fun of him, making your brother giggle. Now Suna was glaring at you but it wasn’t serious. “I’m kidding. He’s one of the coolest.” You couldn’t see now, but Suna was blushing a little.

The kid, noticing Suna’s behaviour, asked him curiously, “Do you like my sister?” Taking both of you off guard.

Now, hyper aware of your hand in his, you let go of it, “Okay if you go to bed now I’ll read you a bedtime story when we’re done, yeah?” Your brother cheered, forgetting about his question right away, and disappeared down the hallway.

Suna waited for you in the bathroom as you fetched something from your room. When you came back, you handed him the clothes he had lent you before for him to change into. When he was done changing, he opened the door again so you could check him for any sign of injuries.

“Are you still walking back to school?” You said as your hands brushed away his hair.

He hummed in response, “The rain’s letting up so it should be fine.”

“I’ll lend you an umbrella just in case.” he nodded and hissed when your fingers grazed over the bump in his head, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was my fault for moving.” He chuckled nervously.

“Okay, it’s done. You should put some ice on it later though.” You moved back.

“Thanks.” He gave you a small smile and you gave him one back. After a moment you both snapped back. “I should get going.” He brushed his wet hair away from his face just for it to fall back to where it previously was.

“I’ll walk you to the door.” You led him out of the house, not before fetching the umbrella you promised to give him. “Let me know when you get back?”

“Sure. Have a good night.”

“Wait- Rintaro.” he turned to you again, and felt your lips brush lightly over his cheek in a kiss. “Thanks again for walking me home. Again.” you said nervously, avoiding eye contact while he stared at you with wide eyes.

“You-you’re welcome.”

“‘night.”

He willed himself to start walking, suddenly feeling his feet cemented on the ground while a light feeling settled on his chest at the same time.

You kept looking at him walk away from your place at the door until he disappeared in the distance.

Extra 8: Picture

His eyes landed on a picture frame showing a little girl making bubbles on the front yard of a house. It was a picture of you, wearing your signature two ponytail style from when you were little. He grabbed it, smiling. And suddenly it was like he remembered something, and he was turning to look at you with a newfound knowledge.

You were chatting with Osamu and Suna, sitting on your bed while hugging a pillow to your chest, a mask covering the lower half of your face. He didn’t realize he was smiling while looking at you until you turned to look at him, and saw how your eyes crinkled as you smiled under the mask.

****

Extra 9: Social Media Presence ft. Suna Rintaro Pt.2:

suna.rin posted on his story.

It was a picture of Atsumu, his hair edited like a banana peel.

The caption read:

suna.rin: can’t take credit for this one.

miya_atsumu replied to your story: DELETE THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW.

Suna snickered at his phone screen.

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#inarizaki #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu to the top #suna rintaro #suna rintarō #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu miya #haikyuu!! fanfic #ginjima hitoshi #akagi michinari

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texasobserver · 4 months

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Before I Was a Gazan by Naomi Shihab Nye

I was a boy and my homework was missing, paper with numbers on it, stacked and lined, I was looking for my piece of paper, proud of this plus that, then multiplied, not remembering if I had left it on the table after showing to my uncle or the shelf after combing my hair but it was still somewhere and I was going to find it and turn it in, make my teacher happy, make her say my name to the whole class, before everything got subtracted in a minute even my uncle even my teacher even the best math student and his baby sister who couldn’t talk yet. And now I would do anything for a problem I could solve.

“Life As a Palestinian Poet,” an interview with Naomi Shihab Nye, former poetry editor for the Texas Observer, with Roy W. Howard investigative reporting fellow Francesca D'Annunzio:

Naomi Shihab Nye is the Texas Observer’s poetry editor emeritus. She is Palestinian-American and grew up in St. Louis, Missouri, and San Antonio. She frequently visited family in Palestine throughout her lifetime, including as a child. Amid Israel’s ongoing bombardment of Gaza, the Observer asked her about how growing up Palestinian influenced her writing.

What attracted you to poetry?

That was a lifetime, instinctive connection.

I loved the ways poetry worked on the page and in our brains. I loved the spaciousness about poetry—the space around the lines and room for your own thinking. I love the variety of voices.

By the time I was in second grade, I already felt like poetry was my land. I was writing my own poems from the age of six, and when I was seven, I started sending them to children’s magazines. It was a world that I entered into out of pleasure. It helped me think, and it gave me space to be in that felt meaningful.

There’s a rich history and legacy of Palestinian poets like the late Mahmoud Darwish and Mosab Abu Taha from Gaza. Are there any Palestinian poets who inspire your work?

My father would read [the works of poet Mahmoud] Darwish to me when I was a child and translate it because, in those days, there were not many translations of him. My father would read other poetry and translate it for me, and I just loved it. I loved everything about it: the metaphors, the passion, the care, the tenderness, the flowing quality of the lines. I eventually met Darwish, and he would ask me to read his poems in English; he didn’t like to read his poems in English at all. He read in Arabic, and just getting to be with him was such a landmark in my lifetime’s experience.

I had a chance to be with [Palestinian poets] Fadwa Tuqan or Samih al-Qasim, Taha Muhammad Ali, whom I adored—or just so many people who are now not available to us in the flesh, only through their words.

I felt them as a wellspring of the spirit of Palestine, and the love and the care for Palestine—that is something that the media often finds easy to overlook. It’s just so insulting—versus the poetry which is so respectful, passionate, loving, and nostalgic.

One of your 2014 poems, “Before I Was A Gazan,” reads like it was written this year. What’s the backstory?

It’s not a new poem. It’s 10 years old. At that time, there were some literacy programs out of Gaza that were inviting me and some other writers I know to be with the children, be with the students, and talk about writing and story, and why we need story, and why we need to believe in our own voices. Shortly after one of my sessions with these beautiful, beautiful kids who never ever complained about anything, there was a horrible, genocidal bombing of Gaza. … I just kept picturing these kids and thinking about their names, and what had happened to them, how many were still living, were any still living, were any of them killed, and I kept trying to get through to their teacher and find out if they were. That poem was from a horrible sleepless night.

They were just human beings. They were kids; they were proud—just like the boy in the poem is proud of his math homework. I was just thinking how horrific it is that children have to suffer these disasters, and I felt like I needed to write something in their honor. That’s how that poem came to be—but the weird part about that poem is, it’s not obsolete; it’s continued to be relevant all these years.

As poets, our minds reel and give us images. I just kept thinking, What would it be like to be a child who goes off to school or loses your homework, or something so pedestrian? And then your whole house disappears before you can even get home.

Earlier, you called going to Palestine a “deep experience,” and I noticed in some of your poems, there are these classical symbols and themes about Palestine, like olive trees and figs. How does being Palestinian-American influence your writing?

Oh, that’s so beautiful. It’s just everywhere—it’s my texture; it’s my material; it’s my body of knowledge; it’s my dream field.

I think we all pull from the world right around us. Palestine, for me, was like the soul place. My father never wanted to stay gone from it long. He always dreamed of going back. He wanted to be on his own land. He wanted to treasure and be in that community that he loved so much. He wanted to die there.

For me, as a writer, just to have this fabric, this gorgeous fabric like the Palestinian tatreez [traditional Palestinian embroidery], the stitchery, the tiny threads of color traveling through my whole life has been the most important thing to me.

Palestine has been for so many people an unresolved dream of gravity and beauty. It’s people from Brooklyn who currently have my father’s old home in Jerusalem or did the last time I was there. There’s that sense of unresolvedness when people are haunted by something that’s not right.

Palestinians are all haunted. We’re haunted by what used to be, what could have been, what we dream could be, what we would prefer for all the people who are living there right in the heart of it—and have everything at stake. Everything.

This interview has been edited for length and clarity.

#poetry #poem #Palestine #children #war #trauma #heritage #palestinian poetry #Texas

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myrfing · 1 year

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my childhood best friend was another chinese kid and we bonded over the fact that our mothers were uh, insane towards us. one time my mom bought me a gift and i guiltily went up to them one day and said "I don't think my mom is as bad as yours" LMFAOOOO. anyway their mother HATED me. I ate dinner with them in their clean upper middle class home twice and maybe the stench of poverty was too evident on me or so I thought whatever. we also lived in a nice house at the time that was rapidly going to shit due to the breakdown of my mom's purely contractual marriage and her gambling addiction and although I'd been trained for two or three years in all the marks of a little upper middle class kid by playing two instruments and chess and whatever, I always just assumed it was obvious that we were fake-rich and that our time here was running short. anyway because this friend was made in the brief period of "success" in which I was imported into the US and could play the role of a well-assimilated educated well-off model chinese immigrant child, because they were one themselves, my grandpa really liked this friend and constantly asked about them. even now during my last visit...I'm 24 now and I had stopped talking to that friend when I was 10, lol. during the 4th and 5th grade my brain started collapsing and I had weird intermittent breakdowns seemingly for no reason that were so baffling to teachers and classmates who'd known me as a pretty bright and competitive child. my hygiene lapsed and i became withdrawn and strange. i lost what credibility i had to be their friend in the eyes of their parents. their mother moved them away when we graduated elementary and forced them to go to a different high school in which 90% of our peers did not go to in what was perhaps a purposeful attempt to separate them from my bad influence, and it worked.

anyway during that last time he asked I mentioned to my grandpa "x's mother did not like me" and he laughed and said "no, their mom didn't like YOUR mom". and i immediately shot back that "if you dislike my mom, you dislike me" which is one of those things you say and you mean it but is still weird and loaded to think about afterwards. i mean, I dislike my mom, friends who are acquainted with tidbits of my childhood dislike my mom, and they treat me with love and respect. but it's different from the way he dislikes my mom and my friend's mother disliked my mom in which they see her as a failure of a human being long before she had even done anything incriminating, or before they had known about it. they saw her threadbare clothes and her poor health and her broken english and awkward mannerisms, her evident discomfort in suburbia, they asked her about her job and got an answer that was suspect to them, and they immediately branded her as someone unworthy of respect. it's obvious that she's a poor, somewhat "trashy", broken person, and the immediate assumption is made that she had just foolishly chosen wrong in life and deserved every bad thing that happened to her. but the thing is I think all those things are obvious in me too and of all the things I probably inherited from her, these elements I judge the least and find the greatest connection in with her. it's weird to have people from the outside judge these parts of her and say "you are better than your worthless mom" when in the regard they speak of, I'm not

#now i'm the one being asked what I work as as a metric for people to determine whether or not they respect me #and every time i've given the wrong answer i.e. before i got my current job and suddenly people act like have to justify my existence #i think of her

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letters-to-teaching · 1 year

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Teaching in FL with standards while bi and liberal

Letters to Teaching

I hope very much that you will read all of this before commenting. I am a human being and have made my own mistakes, to which I have consistently owned up. That being said,

CW for general shittiness of US, Florida, gun violence, mental illness, poor treatment of teachers and kids.

Anyone have time/spoons for a frank and open conversation about teaching in the US, Florida in particular?

Still into it? Please consider whether you’re ready to consume this information. It may end up being surprisingly un-traumatic for you, but for me it’s both rambling and just ~a lot~. Buckle up, star children.

So yeah here we go. Diary entry or whatever. March 29 2023, in which I say a few of the many wretched things that have sucked in the last four years. This will take a while but I promise it’s all important.

What follows is a brief summary of my personal experience and the desperate hope that I can fall in love with teaching again. The classroom used to be my most joyful place, but with each year, particularly after leaving my former position at a wonderful school, the profession that once gave me passion and purpose has increasingly become nothing but a cesspool of dread and broken promises.

Frankly, my students and my program deserve someone like my 23-yr-old self: willing to do and give every particle of my being to teaching,. Realistically, those teachers shouldn’t be willing to do that. We are not able to do that. We all deserve better pay, more respect, and better training, both social and emotional. Our worth should not be determined by our productivity.

I’m tired now. I’m so fucking tired and so incredibly devastated to see how much teaching, this school in particular (my alma mater), has warped me. Especially with the comparison between my former school’s response to COVID vs that of my current employer. Mine truly used to be an exceptional school, and I’m devastated to see how far it’s fallen. I thought I could be part of the solution, but here’s what has happened in my time here:

Year 1: accepted a job making the same salary ($46k) as my previous job bc I wanted to be close to my mom and I naively believed that this school shared my pursuit of excellence and inclusivity. Taught 7 classes with no planning period for no extra money. Helped colleagues navigate online challenges during COVID, hosted lunches and socials to help students connect in isolation, and designed entirely new curricula to best support online learning.

Year 2: Forced (on threat of firing) to teach two periods of English with two week’s notice and neither training nor a textbook. Parents and students were vocal, toxic, and furious that I was drowning and couldn’t keep up with lesson plans and grades. Their concerns were valid, but the administration left me entirely without help.

Year 3: Began with zero support /confidence and increased scrutiny due to my challenges from the previous year. Admittedly, this lack of respect and support did cause me to be behind often on grading and communication. Written up for (legally) discussing pay when I learned a coworker was making $10 less per hour than I was. Took on all of the classes in my program when my co-teacher (justifiably) bailed due to discrimination and poor treatment with literally a week’s warning, which led to me teaching a lunch class and another period with two classes at the same time for a total of nine preps. From day one, a group of students actively tried to get me fired and intentionally bullied kids away from my program. Admin refused to do anything and blamed me, taking away my entry level classes and functionally killing my program. I expressed that this decision ensured that there was no possibility for growth, but was again ignored without consideration.

Year 4: intense criticism over the fact that I haven’t been particularly successful in my position. I fully admitted my own part in this. Constant terror that my contract means nothing in an at will state. Two new situations in which I am teaching multiple classes in the same period. This year alone I am generating curricula for 10 unique classes during 6 class periods.

No matter what happens, I will always be honest. In this hostile environment, my grades ~were~ often late in my second and third years. Parents complained, students actively worked against me, and I have been paralyzed with fear and largely unable to dig myself out. I am not blameless here, nor have I ever pretended to be. My frustration is the choice of my administrators to place every ounce of the blame upon me. My department chair was told that the classes which could save my program were taken away due to scheduling conflicts, while I was told that they were a punishment for my low recruitment numbers. Whatever improvements I make are ignored, while every mistake is a point of discussion.

My own dean suggested that I get out as soon as I can. He sees the writing on the wall.

The one breath of fresh air is the possibility of returning to the only school that treated me reasonably well. The school that I loved, the school I left to be nearer my mother. The school that, despite its own problems, I never forgot.

The education system is broken. In ten years and three schools, my salary has gone up by $8k (now $46k) while my living expenses have skyrocketed exponentially. I am unable to purchase Expo markers or even notebook paper and pens for my students.

Teachers and students risk our lives every day we set foot on campus. Our livelihoods are threatened when we speak out.

I generally try to end posts on a message of hope, but at this point I am sincerely asking for help. America’s teachers are HUNGRY; we are TERRIFIED; we are THREATENED; we face DEATH each day. Help me. Help us. Be a voice for the voiceless. I beg you. I love you. I honor you.

#teaching #fl teacher #send help #honestly i don't know #be part of the solution

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Year of the rabbit

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Senior year of high school, 2002-2003, my Outdoor School counselor name was Bunny, because my friend brought back a shirt from Thailand for me with a cute bunny cartoon on the front that said "where're my rabbit" or something like that. I don't know if that means anything, but she knew I enjoyed bad English on clothes from other countries. Outdoor School was a week long sleepover educational camp in the woods for local 6th grade classes. I was also a counselor Junior year and attended when I was in 6th grade. I remember in recent years, maybe I commented on youtube somewhere about the "wood cookie" round wood branch slice name tags that everyone decorated and wore around out necks at Outdoor School, I threw one in the trash and one was with donations, then later there were wood cookies in new ads. My boyfriend from Senior year stayed with me in the dorms sometimes after I went to college about 4 or 5 hour drive away, he had been an Outdoor school counselor when we were Seniors, he was from the other high school in town. Then, Fall of 2003, when I was in school, he got to be staff for Outdoor School and wasn't crammed in my dorm room, he got his own private cabin, so I drove from school one weekend (I think I didn't have class scheduled on Fridays, maybe I just went for Thursday night and provided him a ride back to town for the rest of the weekend or something, he didn't have a car for a while but borrowed mine usually while I was at school, we both had our first cars totaled in accidents Senior year and he didn't have a new used car yet) to visit him at Outdoor School, but imagine how this story could be twisted, I can't imagine. I wasn't doing well at school so I transferred to school here after the first quarter. High school wasn't great, and college wasn't going to be any better. I graduated when I was 28, but that didn't help me grow up and move on. What does anybody else do?

That guys older sister had the same first name as me and was about my size. They always talked about how crazy she was when she wasn't around, I got to meet her after she came here because of trouble working at a bikini bar in San Jose or somewhere like that in California. I didn't have any female friends or any friends besides my boyfriend, so I tried to hang out with her, but I think none of them could stand me after I got too skinny and ugly from eating disorder, school here wasn't going well. But she did show me Lancome Juicy Tubes and made me interested in department store makeup. I just think it's nice lip gloss, it doesn't mean anything else. Who knows what kind of confusion and conflating stories there was with me and her, having the same first name and being similar and around that guy. I got Juicy Tubes for Christmas this year, thanks for the memories.

I worked at a catering gig earlier this year, it was so weird there was a guy in the kitchen who looked exactly like that ex-boyfriend's best friend. There was a guest at the event with a Louis Vuitton backpack and a Jordan style Nike shoe who looked like she could have been his sister, but they weren't those people. It was an interesting idea for her to be a character at the professional field of the event related to the general area of my college degree, because she wasn't the student. But she had the same first name, and nobody respects or acknowledges my effort or accomplishment, which is fine, I wouldn't want to switch places with that woman attending the event. And I already had similar designer accessories.

After I transferred to college here during the 2003-2004 school year, I lived at home officially, but I spent a lot of the time at my boyfriend's place. I remember being there alone during the winter in the warm apartment, playing Dance Dance Revolution. Maybe once I went to the arcade on campus to play DDR alone, so pathetic. Then, earlier this year, when I was feeding stacks of napkins into the linen press, a mental and physical workout, the napkins staggered two at a time (many needed spot treatment and another wash, so usually speed not quality) so I could iron hundreds of them in one session, for some reason, Dance Dance Revolution from back then kept coming to mind. Do the people at work creeping around know about me playing DDR 20 years ago? Then, of course watching videos this Christmas season, The Wads got the Just Dance game and there was a dance pad like DDR had in the Montgomery Ward catalog.

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maguro13-2 · 5 months

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Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt.4 ~

[Training - Masamichi Amano]

Trunks : So are you with me, Homura? We only a got a minute to go!

"From what I need to know about something in life, I was a young girl who was raised by humans to become the hero I was. Ever since I mysteriously came to earth a long time ago in the 17th century, I was one of the first beings to visit Massachusets and became friends with a bunch of people, I may not have the situation of my heroic duties, but it was something that inspired to become one. Both of my parents aren't Japanese, but appears to be English that made me chose the friend that I wanted to be close by."

"My mother and father were concerned about my studies during grade school and I would go at archery, holding the title as the Youngest Archer in the country. The places that I in lived was called Plymouth, two of them both in the United Kingdom and one in the United States. Not for the best, the United States was the place that I visited years before the Time Eater captured me for centuries, vanished from that exisiting timeline, the one U.S state that I probably like that I once known about in my past, a state that is a place of paradise that all wtiches go, Massachusetts, a state that was named after a native american tribe. The state has a lot of history that dates back to the 17th and 18th century, It's where the beauty has it's crisp clear sound of scenery and greenery that the state had to offer. But it reminds me something to believe that this state is populated by magical beings called witches or they like to call theirselves Witchkind, the kind that Ashley knows about."

"Man-Made son of the devil falsely accused Witchkind to think they were the sworn enemies, but they were the innocence that were protected by the Majo Detective Force, an organization secretly established by INTERPOL that was created to seek truth about Soul World's existence."

Homura Akemi : [walking on the mountain] Almost there! Just a few more steps and I'll make it to the-- [about to slip off and fall, but Madoka catches her quickly]

Madoka Kaname : Don't worry, I got you!

Sayaka : Man! Hiking up the mountain is some really exercise, I haven't walked up to the biggest since Mt Everest.

Kyouko Sakura : You can say that for sure!

Mami Tomoe : Just your luck!

Homura Akemi : *panting* Finally....Made it at last. I'm finally at the top of this mountain!

Madoka Kaname : Hey! Let me give you hand a to take view of the world that is so much to see. (Reaches her hand out to Homura)

Homura Akemi : I will. (Gets up and looks at the view) This is truly amazing to see. Without my glasses.

"Who says that Soul World's a bad place for witches? But there's more than just that world which exist. The world that where we all live in is the Real World itself."

*POP!*

[Special Relaxies - Kenichi Tokoi]

Madoka Kaname : Congratulations on making our show a success! Look at all that fame and fortune that were having! Of course it's a fare share that we have our cuts to get a good look on it.

Homura Akemi : Umm, yeah! Congratulations!

Madoka Kaname : So, our first time with a party aftermath, huh? After all we're friends at the studio. Pmmm was truly a dream come true! We ain't supes, but we're dressed as magical girls in costume, eh?

Homura Akemi : C-Costume? They pretended to be superheroes, but Magical Girls and Superheroes don't meet it's not what the Industry that Japan and America had to offer, Madoka. But we prefered that Cartoons were a part of the animation industry and nobody knows that artists had brought fictional to life since the 1930s Au mysteriously disappeared and became nothing but Real World AU, is where we humans and fictional characters coexist. So, now that we have our attention, we all get respect from each other after the conclusion on the point of how do we get things situated. Nobody gives a piece of mind, especially for that mascot of ours Kyubey?

[DOOR OPENS]

Shinobu : Hey, guys. We got ourselves a front page for the five of you!

Kyouko Sakura : Front page? Well why didn't you say so?! Let me the front page! (Takes the newspaper) Must be the announcement for the huge success of our show. (Looks at the newspaper for minute)

Akiyuki Shinbo : So back then, I was directing for Yu Yu Hakusho--

Kyouko Sakura : *RUMBLING* NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Akiyuki Shinbo : What was that noise?

(cuts to show Kyouko shaking in shock)

Kyouko Sakura : I...I don't believe this!

Sayaka Miki : What's wrong, Kyouko Sakura

Mami Tomoe : Bad news, lone wolf? Is it that the incident 2003 or 2004, or is it something making you shock for whatever is happening?

Kyouko Sakura : Get a load of this nutcase!

[Pigeonblood OST : Black Corridor]

Homura Akemi : What's the problem now, Kyouko? *GLASS BREAKING* Say, what's this nonsense they were talking about?

Sayaka Miki : The newsletter from Mamimi has something in this weird direction of ours. And I think you should need to take a guess for it.

Madoka Kaname : What's this? [Reading] "Where are the Heroes and Villains of Soul Eater"? That's really not our problem. The main cast and extras for the Soul Eater show and Manga their selves has officially disband for unknown circumstances due to the Ink Demon attack incident at Tokyo eight years ago. So, is that a bad thing?

Kyouko Sakura : Could be. I just don't understand Soul Eater, I don't know why is about the story of a school and a team of three that defends the human race from the forces of what, evil was it?

Sayaka Miki : But in terms of people calling things evil that isn't nice, we prefered the term Heartless in that way. The Forces of evil in Soul World was a diversion. Needless to say that a somebody named Demon Vibe has set the heroes and villain to think that there's no such thing is evil. Do you think that the Kusakabe are responsible for the things they did?

Mami Tomoe : Obviously, why do witches wanted to be the bad guys? They were that dumb enough to think the witches of Real World AU though to be the Thrill-seeking jerkasses. But I do know is that we're on the same page. There's only one thing to cleanup the DWMA's act, how does that sound for a bunch of ghost-eating numb nuts like them? Maybe I do know is where did the witches of Soul World came from, I wonder Kyubey has it's way. (Phone beeps) Hey, what's that on my phone. Did Kyubey airdropped this?

Sayaka Miki : Huh? That young pink-haired that kinda looks like the famous detective, Kimial. Who's that witch being chained up on a chair like that!?

Mami Tomoe : My suggestion was right, she does kinda looks like the famous Majo Detective Kimial Diehl!

Homura Akemi : Th...That witch. That's the true mother of the witches. The girl who once seek for death, violence, and destruction. The one who craved for it.

(her phone shows an airdropped video of Inca Kasugatani being chained up)

Madoka Kaname : Who in the world is that?

~ Eightieth Scene : Witch from 1000 Years ~

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eduminatti · 1 year

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HOW STRICT ARE SCHOOLS IN INDIA

Do you recall those books being hurled at you because you didn't finish your homework? Your replies were marked down because they differed from what the teacher had taught everyone?

Or being pushed to solve issues without regard for whether or not you fully comprehended the concept? For millions of students in India, this is the situation.

In today's world, popular opinion holds that higher fees, better teachers, more challenging curricula, and more rigorous assessments are the best ways to improve student learning.

As per research conducted by schools in Bangalore parents send their children to school hoping that they will grow up to be successful and happy adults. But what if I told you that the real issue is with the school? Here are a few things that are currently harming and failing our children psychologically.

THE SYNDROME OF ROTE LEARNING

Subjects like history are now confined to rote memorization of dates and locations. Children are taught the dates of conflicts rather than why they occurred or how they may have been avoided.

It's all about Rahul having more apples than he can eat, or finding triangle angles without being told why they're useful.

Another survey done by schools in Mumbai shows that when it comes to English, students are pressured to remember selected poetry and write down the teacher's notes rather than being questioned what they understood. Writing the longest, most intricate responses to simple questions has always been more about scoring higher.

GOOD GRADES ARE A SIGN OF INTELLIGENCE

It is obvious that a student's achievement is judged in grades. It is reassuring to know that some schools encourage pupils to pursue other interests such as music, dancing, and athletics, yet even this is repressed by the system. These activities almost never assist students in gaining admission to a higher education institution.

Exploring talent appears to be a pointless endeavour because a bright future is contingent on good grades. Most schools consider all of these extracurricular activities to be a waste of time.

As a student, you must either be the brightest or there must be something wrong with you. In most institutions, this appears to be the case. 'Okay' grades are never good enough, and kids are trained to feel bad if they don't get good grades.

SCHOOLS HAVE BEGAN TO LOOK LIKE PRISONS

Teachers have been more permissive in areas such as peer respect, bullying, and teamwork, while becoming more rigid in areas such as useless dress standards, grooming regulations, and enforcing discipline. Everything in school is about following the rules.

Simply put, if students are bright enough to come up with fractions without sketching odd visuals, they are shunned by their schools! Instead of providing a mentor or a helpful hand, they provide a watchman or an iron fist.

Schools merely deliver a punishment that is extremely comparable to solitary confinement in prison, rather than making a pupil learn and become conscious of his mistakes.

Schools have been pressuring children to spend more time on campus in recent decades, and there is clear evidence that this is inflicting substantial psychological harm to many of them.

CREATIVITY IS BEING STIFLED

Schools, as we all know, are historical artefacts that were not designed with the goal of teaching students to learn. In today's schools, the ancient design is still in use, and youngsters are taught to obey authority people without challenging them.

Schools as a place to foster critical thinking, creativity, self-initiative, or the ability to learn on one's own — the kinds of talents most needed for success in today's economy — are essentially non-existent. Wilfulness is wickedness in Indian schools, and it is taught or hammered out of youngsters rather than fostered.

REFORM ATTEMPTS THAT FAILED

Various reform attempts have repeatedly failed. Though the government has tweaked various institutions and curricula, the core pattern has remained unchanged.

The top-down, teach-and-test technique, in which learning is motivated by a system of incentives and penalties rather than curiosity, has repeatedly failed children. Today's method is well-suited to indoctrination and obedience training, but it lacks in other areas.

It's no surprise that many of the world's greatest thinkers and trailblazers either dropped out of school early (like Thomas Edison) or said that they despised school and learnt despite rather than because of it (like Albert Einstein). It's no surprise that even the best students frequently describe feeling "burned out" by the educational process.

As a result, I am not surprised when school pupils find learning to be an unpleasant experience. In India, parents regard it as a bitter medicine that is difficult to swallow but beneficial to children in the long term. To summarise, while Indian schools do a lot of things well, they also do a lot of things incorrectly.

They teach pupils 'What to think' and what the solutions are, rather than 'How to think' and 'How to solve issues.' It's the equivalent of providing pupils fried fish rather than a fishing pole or instruction in fishing. Substandard teaching, or, in many cases, a teacher shortage, is to blame for much of the damage done by Indian schools.

#education #student #study #parents #schools

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aflowerthatbloomed · 2 years

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ plot: a college student who was as sweet as cotton candy and a professor who was as stern as a dean somehow make the perfect recipe for success. It is Aurora Lennonsburns begging of the year essay. she wants more than anything to become an English professor like her favorite teacher Mr.Hiddelston. Though mean and sour she loves the way he teaches she finds his lessons quite insightful and useful. She finally picks a title for her essay. She calls it enchanting. It almost matches her topic about the connection between humans. Mr.Hiddleston is impressed with her work. And for the first time, aurora puts down her book and starts to pay attention to her surroundings. but what if there was another interest, a small-town boy who was in a diner just making it by. The two seem to havean odd little fling. and Mr. Hiddleston doesn’t like that.

warnings: this book contains age gaps, drinking, smoking, family problems, mental illness, etc please tell me if you find something i should add to this list! :)

☄. *. ⋆chapter 2: helping hands

pov: aurora cannonsburg

Lily and I walked toward the mess hall. It was around five in the afternoon all our classes were done and we currently are starved due to our lack of feeding ourselves properly. I have been best friends with Lily Lucas since I was in kindergarten. I was sobbing because I did not want to leave my mom, and there was Lily with her usual 'I don't really care' expression written on her face. Her blonde hair was slick in a ponytail and I remember it because it looked like she had a facelift. Lil came over and sat next to me and said, 'there's nothing to cry about, you won't be alone, you'll be stuck with me.'

And to this day I have been stuck like glue to Lily Lucas for as long as I can remember. I remember our first fight about what show was better in fifth grade, obviously Sweet Life of Zach and Cody. That's beside the point. I remember when Lily got her first boyfriend and I threatened to cut his long hair off when he cheated on her. I was fifteen. But I also remember our graduation. I was uncertain if I was able to leave home. Someone needed to stay back with my dad, I already was accepted and I gave the papers that I will attend Yale. Still, things happen. Lily dragged me out of my house and I stayed with the Lucas's until August when they moved both of us in.

Her parents. I love them.

The perfect magazine couple. The ones you would see on sitcoms. The ones you swear should have their own book about parenting. Lily's younger brother is the funniest person you will ever meet as well as his twin sister. I love picking on both of them as they were my own siblings. Though I can't pick on James anymore. He's too big now. I mean Tabatha is bigger than me but she still lets me tease her. Both of them though are the sweetest sixteen year old's that live. They have respect for everyone no matter who they are. They never judge anyone. So openly and welcome. They are just Lucas's.

"You know there's a party tonight, you should come, you need a little break from the books don't you think?" Lily interrupted my thoughts, her sunglasses protecting her eyes from the stunning rays as she looked down at her phone.

A party. I've never wanted to go to one. For one reason and one reason only. I have no clue what to do. I read books about parties but when it comes to what to do. I'm as clueless as a kid on their first day of school.

"I would love to but–"

"No."

"What do you mean no!" I shriek at her, cutting me off.

The blonde next to me chuckled before looking at me smacking her gum aggressively on the side of her mouth, "you have no homework."

"I wasn't going to say that!" I laugh at her knowing one of my famous excuses. It was true that I have used homework as a way to get out of a party once. It was back in October when there was this huge Halloween party and everyone went to New Haven. Apparently, one guy got so drunk the ambulance had to get due to alcohol poisoning.

"Okay, why can't you come?"

"I promised Sebastian I would help clean the diner, some student is having a party or something there and seb offered to let the person use the place and he needed help so I said I could," I honestly told her, checking the time on my phone.

5:08

"Ooo," Lily teased while lifting her brows up and down suggestively.

"What?" I whine, shoving my hands in the pockets of my green zip-up.

Taking her blonde hair down from her bun she looked at me with her eyes rolling a bit, flipping her head down she grabbed her hair in a ponytail before eventually turning it into a bun. "Come on girl, you and Seb got a thing going on?"

I felt my eyes widen as if I walked into someone while they were using the bathroom. Taking a few steps I raised my hands in defense,

"No, absolutely not!" I flush a response at her. I never thought of Seb like that; I know he does not think of me like that. Sure he was handsome and had an excellent personality but I just never saw him as anything more than a good friend. But I don't think he considers us friends. I'm betting my chocolate milk he thinks of me like a stray dog. And the only reason I think this is because I heard him say it.

Lil's face had a smirk plastered on it, "why absolutely not? He's hot. The man was in a rock band and shit. wasn't he a drummer? How could you not look at him and not like become mush?"

It is true. Sebastian was in a rock band and they did end up becoming a pretty big thing. They weren't A-list celebrities but still, they were a pretty outstanding group and they even opened for several big-time stars. The band crashed around three years ago and Sebastian pursued his career in the culinary industry and started a diner.

"He's good-looking. I could give him all those props and he's sweet, kind, it's just we both don't look at each other like that I guess..."

"You guess?"

"So how about you and Chris-"

"Changing the subject?"

"Learned it from you!"

We both laugh as we make it to the mess hall, maybe something about human banter provides people with pure serotonin. The connection between two people who have known each other for years and who have the ability to understand and empathize with one another. To know someone like you know the back of your hand. The mess hall was pretty hollow, it was five in the afternoon on a Friday. People usually go out or start getting ready at this time. Lil and I just chose to go eat. We walked over to the pizza stand. We wanted a cheese pie the whole day. Something about a doughy, cheesy, saucy, greasy pie just really makes a day great. Swiping our IDs we make it to a table for two. We both picked up a cherry cola and we sat happily opening the cardboard box that held our favorite food.

"So have you been working on your essay?"

"Yea been working every night on it!" I say proudly taking a slice of a pizza onto my plate Lily copying my actions.

"All night?" She questions her tone wavering a little.

I nod with enthusiasm. I couldn't wait to write and finish this essay, "mhm!"

She gave me a small smile then lifted the slice to her lips,

"I'd have kids with the guy who made pizza," Lily groaned, taking the first bite of her slice. Nodding in agreement I followed pursuit, sinking my teeth in the soft food.

"What would you name 'em," I question bringing my cola to my lips and washing down my food.

A cheesy grin turned on her lips, "Pepperoni and Cheese!"

Snickering a bit I felt my soda run up my nose, "So original."

"Do better."

"Margarita, and Pepper," I say confidently while taking a huge bite in accomplishment. Rolling her blue eyes she brought her soda can to her lips, drinking and chugging it back. Shaking her head as she can rest back on the table. A small silence grew upon us as we made eye contact for a moment.

"That's actually...not bad," she let out a defeated sigh.

Lifting my arms up in triumph, "Aha I win!"

"Win what?"

An in-sync shriek left both Lily and me, and in sync, we both whipped our heads to see our Professor standing before us—my mouth fell open a bit and Lily looked a bit frustrated that she got startled. But there he stood in all his glory. Dr.Hiddleston. Looking so effortlessly immaculate. He changed from earlier. Still proper but just a bit more casual. A tight-fitted white t-shirt with a pair of khakis that hugged his muscular thighs perfectly. His glasses were not adorned on his face, just him. His naked face was without the giant magnifying glasses.

"Jeez, Hiddels, has anyone told you not to sneak up on people eating? They may choke!" Lil exclaimed coughing, slipping the hidden nickname for Dr.Hiddleston.

It was a bit of an inside joke—Dr. Hiddels was the name of one of Lily's old doctors. He was as sour as lemonade with lime juice. One time the man was so done with a kid he took the lollipop he gave him and ripped it out of the kid's hand. The boy stood there and sobbed. Ironically our professor was very similar named after the grouch. And one day Dr.Hiddleston was having a moody day that everyone has and Lily looked at me and whispered Dr.Hiddels. We started cracking up and Dr. Hiddelston shot us one of his infamous death glares.

"Hiddels?" the posh man dragged out the nickname bitterly as if he just gulped down a swing of a cup of bitter coffee.

I couldn't help a small smile crack on my lips. He's saying the nickname with his accent was enough to make me laugh. Feeling intense breathing on my shoulder I see Lily's nose right next to my eyeball.

"Shit," she mumbled.

"I'm sorry, are you referring to me as Hiddels?" Dr.Hiddleston questioned with his perfect brow shooting up in perplexion. The both of us drop in our chairs. How do you explain to a thirty-five-year-old man that you refer to him as your best friend ex-pediatrician? Still, he stood there waiting for an answer like we were children who just broke the cookie jar.

"Dr.Hiddleston, how do you incorporate fantasy with history?" I interrupt trying to work on my talent of changing the subject.

"Ms.Canonsburg, are you trying to change the subject?" His smooth voice asked while chucking a bit. Flushing at his laughing at me I shook my head vigorously.

"She is Dr., unfortunately, she hasn't been blessed with the gift of knowing the right time when to—do so," Lily snorted, sipping happily on her cola. My head whipped around to flash her a quick glare, offended that she told Dr.Hiddleston that.

"Ms.Aurora Cannonsburg is a talent of many things but lying and trying to avert matters is not one of them," He replies to Lily as if I wasn't there. Cracking the knuckles in my fingers. My mouth opens to say something only to be cut off by Lily,

"That's for sure," she agrees, sending me a wink and flashing her eyes at him. A small vibration in my pocket shots me out of this embarrassing conversation. Looking down at the screen, Seb. the phone continued to make its sound. I shot Lily a look asking if I could take it. She nodded and continued to talk to Dr.Hiddleston. Walking a bit farther away from the pair I hit the green icon on my phone. I placed the cold technology on my ear.

"Are we still on for tonight?" Sebastian's monotone voice asked through the speaker.

"Nah, I made brand new plans. Going to a party with Lil, she offered me a cigarette with a bottle of beer. I had no choice but to oblige," I answered jokingly.

Silence engulfed the phone, "you messing with me kid?"

"Duh," I snicker into the speaker to hear him let out a big breath.

"You eat already?"

"Yep I'm eating now with Lil she's talking to my professor though," I answer looking over at the pair. Dr. Hiddelston was now sitting in a chair he pulled up and the pair looked very serious. Deep in conversation. I haven't even been gone for 5 minutes.

"Whatcha have you have? I'll make dessert."

Humming in delight Seb makes the best dessert, "Pizza. I also gave birth to two pizza babies."

"Oh great I'm jumping for joy, did you name them?" he asked sarcastically, making me smile a bit.

"Of course, Margarita and Pepper!"

"Oh god," Seb flatly says, making me chuckle a bit.

"What they are cute!" I squeak, laughing a bit at his response.

"Alright fine, I'm giving you lemon sorbet. I'll see ya at 5:30 right?"

"Yes, you will see me there on the dot! I love you! Say it back!"

"Bye kid." and just like that the line went dead.

He never says it back. A small erupted giggle left my lips as I walked back toward the table. Scanning my professor and best friend, they both looked to be in deep thought. I was worried. Did something happen? My mind is racing with the worst possible outcomes. Keeping my pace at a quick rate I clutched my hands into fists taking a few deep breaths mentally preparing myself.

I never understood why I got like this when things fell off. Instinct? I don't know. I wish I wouldn't...but sometimes I just get nervous.

Did I do something?

Gulping down some silva I made it back to the table flaunting a timid smile. They both instantly grin back. Sitting myself down in my chair I noticed my half-eaten pizza slice and cola pushed up a bit. I had a lot of questions streaming through my brain. But I didn't ask any of them. I just sat there waiting for either of them to speak. My pupils flicked left to the right waiting.

"Rora?" Lil's tone is soft. Very soft. Too soft. My body stiffened under the gentleness.

Pinching my thighs underneath the table I suck a sharp breath, "mhm"��

"Dr.Hiddleston is offering help with the creative writing essay. And maybe since you've been so stressed about it you should go. Get it done and over with so maybe the one time you're free of homework you won't be helping Seb clean his diner?"

The suggestion almost made me cry, did she think I was too overworked? The overwhelming idea that I was worrying her made me feel guilty. She worries way too much. But that's just Lily, the sweetest, thoughtful person you will ever meet. Who probably worries more about you than anyone else. To the point it makes your heart clench.

"Oh no, Lil! I'm completely fine! The workload is in no way too much; I enjoy doing it! Honest!" I blubber, feeling tears almost rise up my throat.

Lily's eyebrows crease and a frown brushed on her lips, "Aurora...let him help you just till you're done with this so your mind could be free from some stress..."

"What about you?" I question not wanting her to stress about her essay either.

She snickered a bit before putting her hand on my shoulder, "Rora you and I both know I can pace my work, you need to learn which is odd not to shove your workload down your throat."

"But–"

"If I may Miss. Cannonsburg I think your friend is right. You don't have to force yourself to finish your essay before the semester ends. You do have the whole quarter to plan and write your essay. Let me help you set up a schedule. Just come to one session and if you do not like it. Then please go back to your process," Dr.Hiddleston cut me off his soft voice almost begging for my agreement. His suggestion made me consider the idea. He was right I did only need to go once and if I did not like it I could always not go back. And maybe going this one time would relieve some stress off of Lily.

Pressing my front teeth on my lip I nod, "I'll try it."

A squeal escaped Lily, her face grinning in joy, "thank you rora it means a lot."

"Of course Lil," I replied happily.

My gaze fell onto Dr.Hiddleston. His baby blue eyes were glistening with a warmth that was enough to make me want to melt. His flushed lips were slightly quirked in a proud smile. It gave me a small reassurance. I watched him stand up from the chair he had pulled up. Shoving his hands in his khaki pants his long limbs swiftly made their way behind the chair. His pretty self pushed the chair in.

"Thank you for agreeing Ms.Cannonsburg and thank your friend for being worried about you. You are lucky to have such a kind friend," he said softly before walking away.

My first instinct was to take a small nibble of my now cold pizza. My teeth instantly take a small bite but my appetite seemed to instantly dissolve after our conversation. I felt nervous butterflies fly around my stomach. Though I wasn't exactly sure from what.

"You done?" I asked Lily noticing everything she was eating was gone.

"Yea, but you eat we can just sit and talk."

"Sounds good."

☄. *. ⋆

My converse dragged on the concrete. The sun was setting, and the pretty hues of pink, oranges, and yellows softly tainted the sky creating tranquil and calming dusk. The sun looked as if it was being chopped in half by the short shops and restaurants. Tugging on the strap of my overalls I fiddled with corduroy fabric as I moved toward the edge of the sidewalk. A small idea formed in my head. Sliding my backpack onto one shoulder my fingers nimbly zip the zipper down. My hand fell into the bag searching for my reusable camera. The ones that produce film strips. My older brother got it for my birthday. To be honest I am no photographer I couldn't begin to tell you anything about the fashion of photography. Still, the sky was just the perfect model in need of a good photo.

Finding the teal camera I placed my eye on the viewfinder tilting my neck to get a good view of the fiery sunset. Finally settling one the perfect place my finger clicked the small trigger and a little snap let me know the picture was taken. Turning off the camera I slid it back into my bag before walking a little faster toward the Rock-in-diner. I was coming kind of early but I was still a bit overwhelmed with this whole tutoring thing—I wouldn't lie when I say being tutored made me feel insecure. My siblings and I weren't allowed extra help when we were younger so I devoted myself to my work. Just so I would never need help.

So I was frustrated that I was offered help.

Is that normal?

Who determines what normal is?

Reaching my destination the giant windows, metal siding, and neon sign let me know. Peeking through the windows, I noticed Seb cleaning the tables there only seemed to be a couple left in there. I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart. It was an older couple sharing a slice of pie. The man's greys were prominent and the woman had jet black hair with a white strand. They both seem to be giggling about something while spooning bites of the sweet. Looking away quickly I skipped toward the door so I could stop being a creep. My hand instantly went on the metal bar pushing through the clear door.

A small bell went off making the three people in the restaurant turn their heads toward me, I give a shy wave. Before walking in completely.

"Hey, kid," a gruff voice said drawing my attention toward seb who was aggressively scrubbing a table.

Gliding over to him I sit on one of the chairs from the table he is cleaning, "Hey!"

Stopping what he was doing he looked up at me with his eyebrow plucked up, "you okay?"

Whipping my head toward him, "I'm better than okay, I'm amazing!"

Dropping his cloth on the table he placed his hands on his hips like a mother cooking dinner. I couldn't help but giggle at that. His face was all sweaty and his long quaffed hair was messy yet somehow clean, and his silly lip and nose ring were still right where I last saw them. Just seeing him brought a wave of calmness and relief. He was a home to me. Like Lily was. A palace of ease. A comfort. And Sebastian always looked comfortable. He changed from earlier. He was no longer wearing his apron and crew neck. Instead, he modeled a loose band tee and jogging bottoms. He was just a giant teddy bear. I could squish him into nothing.

"You sure? Cause if I know you, which I do. You come in here with a whole horse and pony show about your day until I eventually threaten you with the hose," He tutted before sitting across from me legs open with his rag still slacked over his shoulder.

"Wow, you do know me! Also, close your legs it's not very ladylike," I joke trying to cover my tracks. Rolling his naturally bright eyes he crossed his legs making me snicker a bit.

"Uh-huh? You gonna tell me?"

"What's there to tell? I thought I was helping you move chairs?" I say getting up and pushing the seat I was in.

"Fine no coffee for a week," he said flatly before taking his chair and lifting it over his head like the show-off he is.

A week?!?

"Mr.Sebstian Stan! You are not allowed to take away my Carmel coffee!" I cry leaving my chair and running after him. I notice him looking down at me as I struggle to keep up the pace a small smirk was on his pierced lip making me angrier.

"Watch me," He chuckled his eyes dancing with amusement.

So he found this humorous?

When did my pain become his amusement? I watched as he placed the chair down and made his way over to a random table and grabbed another chair a preceding to lift the chair over his head like the last one. Chasing him around like a child I whined,

"Please give me back my coffee! You want to see me die! I'm a college student whose only fuel comes from your yummy scrumptious coffee!"

"Well then I'm doing you quite the favor," his rough voice teased stacking the chair on top of the last one.

"Sebastian, what do you want! I'll sing you Little Mermaid again! I know how much you love Sebastian. I mean you guys are very similar. Grumpy, both named Sebastian. Plus oh my goodness! You both sing!"

"Kid, that's it you get the hose!" He says running to the kitchen making me squeak and run behind the counter of the retro diner. Ducking down I peek up to see him gone. Putting my knees to my chest I couldn't help but let muffled laughs leave my lips. I see what he did. And it made me warm. He made me laugh. I let a sloppy smile grace my lips until I heard a bang causing me to jump up to my feet to see Seb with his hands tucked behind his back with a cocky smirk.

My reflexes kicked in and I shielded my face with my arms as if that was going to do anything. But instead of being soaked, I noticed him drop a piece of pie on the table. Tilting my head a bit, dang this time I was really excepting the hose.

"We are out of sorbet so I got you pie," he mumbled placing a fork next to the plate.

My eyes watered a bit, he was so kind...I never took the time and smelled the roses. I never realized I had two great friends. They noticed everything. It was overwhelming. The goodness they both held.

Walking around the counter I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him. He was a huge specimen but I did my best to engulf him. A hand was placed on my head I knew he wouldn't hug back and something about that was another form of comforting. I know Sebastian isn't one for physical contact and I know this was probably overwhelming. But I said my words instead of writing them has always been a little hard for me. So expressing myself through touch was all I seemed to be good in. A rumble left his chest I looked up at him backing up a bit and mumbling an apology.

"It's alright kid, you're okay. Wanna tell me what's up now?" his voice spoke thick and gravelly.

I nodded before sitting on one of the bar stools, "Just...I have this essay for my creative writing class and well..."

"What you having trouble with it?" he asked sitting beside me concern lacing his tone. Shaking my head aggressively I chuckled a bit.

"The opposite actually."

Watching his face crinkle in confusion I snicker solemnly before continuing, "Lily informed my professor I was spending too much time on it and she wants me to go and live life and stuff. So she told my professor and he offered to give me a tutoring session so he can help me space out my essay since it's due by the end of the quarter."

"And what's the matter with that? You don't like your professor?" He questioned perplexed by my frustration. To be honest I was as well.

"No, I love Dr.Hiddelston! He's so sweet and kind but... I don't why I'm so upset..." I tell him honestly my body dropping. A small silence fell between us. I stared off into space as Seb rubbed the bride of his nose with his ringed hands.

"How about this. You eat your pie and me and you figure this out yeah?"

My eyes flicked toward him before nodding and placing the pie between us. I wanted to share he deserved it.

"Let's share?"

He nodded and got another fork from an empty table and the both of us took turns eating from the thick slice of cherry pie.

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The Field Trip ~ KSM [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.2K

PAIRING: Teacher Seungmin x Teacher!Reader

GENRE: fluffy, teacher AU, filedtrip AU, awkward Seungmin, cute seungmin

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! I think cute teacher Seungmin would be adorable!! @nightalight

The class you were trying to calm down were all talking amongst themselves, too excited to listen to anything you were trying to tell them. You couldn't blame them for the exciting field trip that was going to start today. It was something everyone had been looking forward to for the longest time so you couldn't be mad at them for being this enthusiastic about something that was finally happening.

"Hey guys, come on...Just because it's a trip doesn't mean we can speak over Miss Y/l/n," You glanced over at the door to see your colleague Mr Kim Seungmin standing there, he must have been walking past when he noticed you struggling to get the groups attention. Normally they were one of the most behaved groups in the school but today it was as if they could no longer contain their energy for the trip ahead and had to let it out one way or not another. The class turned to look at Seungmin and stopped talking when they noticed what he was wearing, it was strange to them to see their teachers out of their normal school attire. Instead of the usual suit that he would be sporting, he was in some sweats and a hoodie since the bus ride that you were going to be on was almost two hours long. You'd chosen to come along in your sweats and a hoodie as well since you didn't want to spend the ride uncomfortable, most of the kids had dressed up fancy despite being told about the long drive and that the first night there would be a quiet night in to get used to their sleeping arrangements.

The whole of your first-grade students was going on a week-long trip to Gyeongju-si as a small incentive for being such good students that had been excellent in the school year. Those who had disciplinary records or were in trouble throughout the year weren't allowed on the trip and were to stay behind with the other grades. Of course, it wasn't just you and Seungmin that would be leading the school trip, it would be far too much to handle for just the two of you. There were a team of teachers going along with all 56 students including you, Seungmin, English teacher Bang Chan, Science teacher Felix, headteacher Minho, IT teacher Hyunjin, Music teacher Changbin, Art teacher Jisung and form tutor Jeongin along with a couple of other PA's that were able to help out. All of the teachers knew each other very well and got along, it was one of the conditions you had of going on the trip. You wanted to make sure the teachers were able to get along well with one another as well as looking after the students in an appropriate manner, knowing when to draw the line at certain things they would be doing. People that could be trusted with the children aged 15-17 and knew how to care for them and discipline them appropriately if needed.

"Thanks, Mr Kim. Now I know you guys are excited but there are rules to go over for on the bus and for when we arrive at Gyeongju-Si, buddy systems are in place so you're always with a friend," The kids watched you as you spoke to them all, giving them information on when you would take a break on the bus ride and what buddy sytem there was in plcae. They were also watching the way that Seungmin was watching you, smirking to ofe another as they saw the familar creep of a blush coming onto his cheeks and the sparkle he got in his eyes whenever you spoke to a class. They would be blind if they didn't see the crush you and Mr Kim had on one another but neither of you would do anything about it. Too scared to think about it and decided to stay friends with one another, no matter how much chemistry you shared.

"Teachers will be around at all times if you need us, you'll each have a number to contact us on over the course pf the trip..." The more you went on the more you could see the interest of the trip leave their eyes but it wasn't all bad so you decided to give them the good news while you had their attention.

"Those who are old enough do get to go on their own for a while but those who aren't will be assigned, teachers...Please be mindful," You looked at Seungmin to see if he had anything to add but he had been staring at you with a slight blush on his cheeks, he always got like that around you. The two of you had been friends for years but it didn't stop him from having a large crush on you and got nervous whenever you spoke to him or stood too close. Teachers and students all saw the way you acted around one another, the chemistry you shared it was hard to ignore it when it was right in your face all of the time. A couple of the teachers even had bets on when Seungmin would finally ask you out on a date or when you would finally cave and ask him out.

"Anything to add?" You nudged him and he cleared his throat, standing up in front of the class and trying to think of something he could say to them as they mumbled to one another glancing at the two of you as they spoke about how this could be the trip that made you come together as a couple.

"This trip isn't educational, you won't have to take notes...It's a nice break for all of you to enjoy! So remember that but also remember you are representing the school so act respectful to those around you and be on your best behaviour... think Miss Y/l/n covered it all...Have fun!" The kids cheered before going back to their previous conversations with one another, talking amongst themselves about what they were looking forward to most while on the trip. The whole thing had been in planning since the start of their academic year and they'd been looking forward to it since.

"Are you excited?" Seungmin questioned as he walked over to your side, you were double-checking your bags again to make sure you had everything and more that you were going to need.

"Very, there's a walk I really want to go on...You should come too, I think you'd love it." You smiled at him as you thought about everything you'd been researching in the lead up to the trip,

"If you're still into photography you could bring your camera along, it's beautiful," You were so lost in a conversation with one another you had noticed that some of the students were watching you together. A couple of the girls smiling in 'awe" at the way Seungmin was watching you closely, hanging on to every word you were saying to him.

"When I get older, I want someone to look at me like that...Pay attention to my interests like that," One of the popular girls said loudly enough for you to hear, a blush crept onto Seungmin who smiled nervously at you.

"I'd love to, I brought my camera and plenty of batteries...It'll be nice," He smiled at you and as you were about to say something else the door opened and Minho appeared with a smile on his face,

"The busses are here, let's all go! Make sure you have everything packed! We won't be coming back!" He yelled as he ran down the hall to inform the next lot of students while you and Seungmin got your class ready to head out to the busses.

After the long road trip it was a relief to finally arrive at the hotel you would be staying in with all of the kids,

"Make sure you check in with Mr Hwang, he'll be the one giving you your room keys! Boys you're on the fifth floor and girls are with Miss Y/l/n on the tenth!" Chan yelled out as groups of children ran towards the hotel, carrying their bags and yelling out in excitement about who they were going to sharing rooms with.

"You are in luck, me and Felix have the first night of rounds so you have a free night to yourself," Jisung said as he came over to you, you were trying to get your bag off the bus when he pulled it out for you. Raising his eyebrows to see if you'd heard what he said to you,

"Cool...I think Seungmin and I are going to go to the Wolji Pond, I've been wanting to go and I figured he'd want to go for a photography opportunity," Jisung scoffed at you and you frowned at him,

"Of course, "photography" is what Seungmin is going for and why you invited him...Y/n...I'm not stupid," He nudged your arm but you frowned even more wondering what he was talking about,

"Come on. We've been talking about him the whole journey, you can't stop thinking about him...Even on our weekends out you're always thinking about him. Tell me this is just some elaborate plan to finally ask him out or get some alone time with him." You gasped at Jisung as you slapped his arm in a playful manner, looking around to make sure none of the children was in earshot or that Seungmin himself didn't hear since he was less than a couple of people away from you.

"Shut up," You hissed under your breath, dragging Jisung over to the back of the bus before groaning and hiding your face in your hands. The thought of being alone in such a romantic setting with Seungmin hadn't even occurred to you until Jisung planted the seed in your mind, now all you could think about was walking hand in hand with Seungmin around the pond. Talking with one another about everything and anything that would come to your minds it was something you both could do easily with one another. There was a certain comfort that you gave to one another that let the other one know you were free to talk about anything you wanted, that and you had so much in common it was like hanging around with someone you'd known your entire life.

"It's not a date, it's nothing like that...We're just-"

"Going out. Alone. On a romantic walk, together....Okay, sure, whatever you need to tell yourself to get through it." Jisung smirked at you before walking away leaving you to overthink everything while you stared down at the gravel floor. The whole journey you and Jisung had been speaking about what you had planned for the trip, and it seemed as though all of the teachers had baned together to make sure you and Seungmin were always working alongside one another. They were. They were sick of the two of you always too scared to make something happen and they were going to do it for themselves even if it took them the whole of the trip or longer.

"You okay?" You jumped when you heard Seungmin suddenly talking to you and he smiled at you,

"Y-Yeah, just getting lost in my own thoughts." You laughed, looking over at him with a nervous smile before glancing down at your phone trying to come up with some excuse to get away from him. Now that Jisung had put the idea of going on a date with Seungmin that night into your head you couldn't contain yourself. The butterflies in your stomach were getting harder to control and the way your head span whenever you would lock eyes with Seungmin was sending you crazy.

"I'm going to go and lay down," You mumbled trying to leave without making eye contact with him but Seungmin called your name out,

"I'll meet you in the lobby tonight," You nodded at him, glancing at his hand that was wrapped around your wrist, you couldn't help but feel a spark come from the spot his hand was laying. Seungmin smiled as he saw a flicker of a smile on your cheeks and he let go of you, watching after you as Jisung came to his side.

"Big date night, you looking forward to it?" Seungmin turned to look at the older friend of his and frowned,

"Date? I didn't ask her out...We're just going for a walk." Jisung wrapped his arms around Seungmin while shaking his head and tutting loudly,

"Seungmin, Seungmin, Seungmin...You have much to learn about women and dates. Y/n clearly asked you to go with her because she's into you and you're into her...What's the big deal?" Seungmin's heart raced at the thought of you liking him back, he'd had a large crush on you for years but he never would have thought you would ever return the feelings for him.

"She did? Why wouldn't she just ask me out on a date then...She didn't need to hide it," He sighed as he and Jisung walked in the direction of the hotel, ignoring the rest of the teachers around them as Jisung filled him with dating advice.

"She was probably nervous, I mean she won't even admit it's a date but it is...We all know she's crazy about you Seungmin...She's told me a million times," Seungmin blushed deeply as he glanced over at you getting your key-card from the reception desk, he smiled when he saw you feeling his stomach began to grow and he couldn't help but feel hopeful for your date that wasn't really a date later that night,

"I'm going to go get ready," He mumbled before sprinting off away from Jisung and heading up wot his room while Jisung smirked at himself proud of what he was doing. If it was down to him to make you guys finally take that first step then he was going to do everything in his power to make it happen that night.

Seungmin stood anxiously waiting for you in the lobby, it was pitch black outside and the night workers were switching onto their shift.

"Do you need help, Sir?" One of the managers asked and as Seungmin was about to ask the manager to call your room number the door to the elevators opened and heard some students talking loudly while complimenting someone and he glanced over to see you standing between two of the 17-year-old girls in his class.

"Miss, you look amazing. There's no way Mr Kim will be able to keep his eyes off you," Seungmin blushed at the mention of his name and you glanced over at him, your body freezing in place as you felt shy in front of him. A warm feeling spread all over the back of your neck and your face as you tried not to look visibly embarrassed, failing miserably as you knew your body was trembling and you were swallowing a lump in your throat that wasn't even there. Your shoulders curled forward as you walked over to him, waving goodbye to the girls who had been complimenting you on the ride down from your floor.

"You look...Whoa," Seungmin complimented as you joined him by his side, you were dressed in a black and blue floral-ankle skirt dress with long sleeves. It had a v-neck with a chiffon material and it looked pretty on you, it made your eyes pop and your skin look stunning under the dim hotel lighting.

"Whoa?" You giggled softly hoping for some kind of explanation as to what "whoa" meant but it was all Seungmin could manage to say as he continued to stare at you lost in your eyes.

"I-I mean...You look whoa all of the time but tonight it's just...Whoa," He breathed out again, it was as if he'd been lost in a brain fog and he was finding it difficult to produce real words other than "whoa" to describe the way you looked.

"Beautiful, he means beautiful." The night manager winked before sitting down behind his desk and beginning his work. The room fell into an awkward silence so you pointed at his camera,

"Shall we?" You questioned and he nodded, walking towards the exit with you while he tried to think of sentences he could say. It was as if everything had suddenly left his brain and he couldn't remember how to make basic conversation.

"Jisung said that you wanted to ask me something," You and Seungmin were standing in one of the Gazebos around the pond, you'd been walking together for an hour just having a casual conversation about your hopes and plans for the trip. After the awkward encounter in the lobby everything seemed to calm down on the walk, Seungmin snapped photos of everything around you and you spoke about anything that came to your minds.

"He did?" Seungmin's voice cracked as he glanced over at you, your back was to him as you looked over the railing of the pond with your hands on the railing he couldn't help but snap a picture. The low lighting in the gazebo and the stars made it look perfect,

"Did you take a photo?" You giggled gliding over to his side to look over his shoulder at the image he had snapped of you to see yourself on most of the photographs from that night.

"Whoa," You repeated what he had said earlier in the night and he chuckled softly.

"Here...This is my favourite, you were leaning down to look at the ducks," He flicked through some images and found one of you sitting on a patch of grass beside a small area of the pond. You were so lost in the night you'd barely heard the camera shutter going off but in the image, you were looking at the ducks and ducklings all sleeping happily,

"Cute, look they look so peaceful," You smiled happily glancing up at Seungmin who was already staring down at you. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, debating with himself if he should finally take his chance and kiss you in the romantic night you were having.

Bending down he leant closer to you until your lips were almost touching, your eyes fluttered shut and your heart raced from being this close to him. It was finally going to happen after all this time. That was until there was the sound of giggling students coming from before you, you broke away licking your lips as you stared at the floor.

"Shouldn't you be in your rooms, there's a curfew," Seungmin grumbled as he stared over at some of the students that had interrupted your moment together.

"Shouldn't you take Miss Y/l/n on a real date before you kiss her!" They yelled before running away from you and Seungmin as he blushed deeply and you felt your body curl up in embarrassment.

"I'll...I-I'll walk you back," Seungmin mumbled as you both headed back in the direction of the hotel.

It was the final day of the trip and the almost-kiss between you and Seungmin was never spoken about again, it was never brought up and the two of you stuck to conversation topics surrounding school life instead of your private ones.

"So close, yet so far," Jisung grumbled as he threw some food to the ducks as he watched you and Seungmin taking some of the younger students around Gyeongju Craft village, wanting to make sure everyone had a chance to buy something on their last day.

"I heard if it wasn't for the two girls in Y/n's class they would have kissed," Chan mumbled as he sat down beside Jisung, handing him some of the food he had in his bag.

"They were on a date, it was going so well and then they ruined it by laughing at them as they almost kissed." Jisung pouted as if it was him being mad at drama actors in a show he was watching instead of real human's.

"You can't blame them Jisung...If Seungmin and Y/n are meant to be then it will happen eventually...We can't force it," Jisung rolled his eyes not wanting to listen to Chan acting, wise about everything so he laid down against the grass and stared up at the clouds.

"Hey look, this looks like Mr Kim and Miss Y/l/n," Your ears picked up your name and you glanced over at a group of students gathered around a wood crafting shop, you slowly made your way over to see a wooden couple crafted together. It looked so close to you and Seungmin and you felt your stomach flip, the lady figure was wearing a dress similar to yours from that night and the male had a camera in his hands as they walked together hand in hand.

"Miss, you should buy it! It's so cute!" One of your students said as they glanced up at you, pointing at the figure as she asked how much it was but you heard Seungmin coming over and panicked. Your body going into fight or flight mode you left, going over to Jisung who was asleep on the grass. Black glasses were drawn on his face in permanent marker which made you giggle as you saw it.

"Jisung, this is your fault...You said it was a date, we almost kissed and now it's all weird between us...I hate you." You grumbled to his sleeping body knowing that once he was out of it he was out of it for a while, it was like trying to get blood from a rock whilst trying to wake him up.

"Y/n?" You looked up over your shoulder to see Seungmin holding a bag in his hand with a shy smile on his face,

"Can I talk to you? Over there..." He nodded over at the cherry blossom trees and you got up from the grass and brushed yourself off,

"Sure." You whispered following him over before standing up the tree together. The two of you stared at one another not noticing that everyone had turned to look at you, watching you from afar to see what would happen between you.

"I got something and I wanted to talk to you about the other night...It's been on my mind all week but I never knew how to bring it up," He scratched the back of his neck nervously before handing you the small gift bag with a shy smile.

"Open it first," He instructed as he watched you anxiously, you pulled the bag open to see the wooden figures inside, your names were written on the bottom of them and Seungmin blushed.

"The lady that crafted it saw us that night...I asked how she knew our names but she wouldn't tell me...I think the kids told her." He chuckled softly and you smiled running your hands over the small figures before looking back up at Seungmin,

"I'm sorry I was so awkward and never brought it up again...I was...I didn't want to make things weird between us and in all honesty, I've been so nervous to ask you out that when Jisung said it was a date I jumped on the chance." You frowned hearing that Jisung told him he was a date and you shook your head,

"J-Jisung convinced me it was a date, I was too nervous to ask you out," You laughed softly as you stared at one another, realising that neither of you had asked the other out and that it had been a set up by Jisung.

"I'm sorry...I-I really shouldn't have tried to kiss you then, I mean if you're not interested in me like that-"

"Who said I wasn't interested in you like that?" You whispered, taking his hand in yours so that he couldn't walk away from you like he was attempting to do. A blush crept on his face spreading over his ears until he looked as red as the roses that were growing nearby.

"Well...I-I mean...I just meant-" You cut him off by kissing him suddenly. You no longer wanted to be worried or nervous about kissing him. It had been eating you up inside and you just wanted to get it over with before you chickened out of it all over again. In that moment the kiss was filled with sweetness and passion, Seungmin wrapped his arms around your body pulling you closer to him to deepen the kiss between you and smiled against your lips. It felt as though you were at home with the smallest of kisses, the chemistry between you became a huge ever-glowing flame that nobody would be able to put out. That was until-

"Who had bets on the trip being the reason they finally kissed?!" Jisung's voice rang out above everything around you, ripping into the moment the two of you were sharing together. You bit down on your lip as you and Seungmin rested your heads on one another, laughing at one another softly as you glanced in Jisung's direction who was collecting money from the teachers and students.

"Should we tell them all he cheated?" Seungmin questioned as he linked his hands with yours, you shook your head.

"Nah, we can just bully him into buying us food with the money or we'll tell everyone," You promised him, leaning up to kiss him once more before leaving him to go and join the others who were all smirking and cracking jokes at the pair of you already.

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Coach Cavill - Chapter 1

Summary: Amelia Jung is still trying to cope the situation after her divorce, but then she meets the new coach of her son.

Coach!Henry Cavill x Amelia Jung (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: None

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‘Okay little ones,’ I say, after I clapped my hands and the noise twenty kindergartners—who really want to go home—can make, finally died down, ‘we have learned quite a few lessons today, but Ricky, do you know what I thought was the most important one we learned today?’

Ricky nods. ‘I do, miss Amelia.’

‘Care to share with the class?’

He nods again, a wide grin appearing on his face, revealing to all of us that he is missing both of his front teeth. ‘If some of our lunch rolls underneath a cupboard, we should let you know immediately.’

‘Exactly and Annabelle, why is it important that you should let me know immediately?’

Like she usually does, little Annabelle jumps up from her seat before she speaks up. A lovely trait that might not come in handy when she gets older, but is adorable anyways. ‘Because moldy bread crusts will smell and when you find it, it looks yucky.’

‘Indeed,’ I say, ‘it looks yucky and we don’t want yucky surprises anymore, now do we?’

‘No, miss Amelia.’

The bell rings and that means the class is dismissed for today. Thankfully I started to get them ready ten minutes ago, because despite how much I love these cheeky little ones with all my heart, they are really really slow. When we started school back in September, it took us forty minutes to get ready, so we are definitely making progress after six weeks.

I walk them outside, making sure every little one is reunited with the respective parent or babysitter of that day. I shiver from the cold. I think it’s time for me to wear my coat again when I walk these kids outside. It’s just that I refuse to believe that the summer is officially over and that the cold weather is starting again.

I wave to my best friend, who picked up both her own daughter and mine, who are in third grade together now. She works from home and that means she has been the certified babysitter for me ever since I started going back to college again and started my first job, when my first kid was born.

I quickly head back inside and while I make the necessary preparations for tomorrow, I hear my phone vibrate on my desk. I quickly check my screen and clench my jaw when I read who had the audacity to text me.

Dean: I want the kids this weekend.

I stare at my screen and I let out a deep sigh. Getting divorced was never something that I thought would happen to me, but yet here I am, trying to figure out this post divorce parenting thing. It hasn’t been easy, I can tell you that.

I unlock my phone, before I type back a message. I want to sent that I want a million dollars and Chris Evans in my bed, but I decide to just keep it businesslike.

Amelia: I’ll ask Isabella. You can text Benji on your own.

Dean: Just because you’re a kindergartner teacher, doesn’t mean you have to be so childish.

It’s funny really, I think to myself. I had been married to him for thirteen whole years, but it turns out that once you shove divorce papers in someone’s face, they reveal who they truly are.

When I met Dean, I was eighteen and I fell for him so hard. I mean, how could I not? He was charming, handsome and smart. While I had two more years to go in college to become a teacher in Elementary School, he graduated and became an English teacher in high school. He looked so handsome on his first day, with his lovely plaid trousers and the cute glasses on his nose. Every morning when he left, he would drive past my dorm and give me a kiss. Every single morning.

But then I found out I was pregnant with our oldest. Despite us not being married, we somehow managed in a small town like Luna Meadows to not stick out like sour thumbs too much (if we didn’t do that already). However my best friend got pregnant too and being the ultimate women that we were, we multitasked our way through college, while also raising our kids: I only raised one, while Eve got pregnant with twins.

I thought I was in love with a caring and loving man, one that had only eyes for me, however it turned out that Dean was straying with his intern.

It still infuriates me when I think about this and these texts are not helping.

Amelia: Your son is 14 and in possession of a phone. Text him yourself.

I don’t hear from him again, but my good mood has disappeared into thin air. That asshole still has way too much effect on me. We have been officially divorced for five months now, separated longer than that, but it does not make it any easier. I mean, we had been together for seventeen years. The words he says, to me or the children, it still means something to me.

I quickly get the final preparations for my class for tomorrow ready, before I bail out of the school, saying goodbye to everyone who is staying behind. ‘Okay, okay, okay,’ I say to myself, after I slam the car door shut behind me, grabbing my notebook. ‘What do I need to do? I need to buy some tampons and pads, since I’m out of those. Inform that Isabella’s—stupid—dad wants to see her this weekend,’ I scribble down on the piece of paper. ‘Take Benji to his judo practice. Cry myself to sleep. Seems doable.’

I start my car and drive off to the grocery store, as my mind starts to wander. I was doing so well growing up, making my parents so proud of me. Dad always told me that I was going to marry someone good, because I was a smart young lady.

When I was 15 I went abroad as an exchange student to South-Korea and I actually got scouted by an entertainment company when I was walking home from school. I was obsessed with K-Pop before I went to Seoul, but me being an idol? It was like a dream that came true. I was a trainee for a year, before I debuted in the girl group ‘Forever Hope’ with eight other terrific girls.

While we were quite successful, we weren’t meant to last and disbanded two years later. I moved back to the States and decided to just go to college and forget about it. Though I loved my time as an idol, thought performing was great, it was not for me in the end. I wanted to go home, to a place where people knew who I was and where I knew my neighbors. Luna Meadows was and still is my safe haven.

Dean didn’t know I was a former idol until I told him on our third date. He wasn’t from this town, he was from Seattle, but he wanted to move to a smaller town, where he actually get to know people. Maybe that’s why I thought he was so interesting. He wasn’t from here. Everyone from here I knew too well. I knew that Eve’s husband peed himself at the age of eleven because he was so nervous during the Shakespeare play. I knew that Greg from the grocery store had a crush on me when we were fourteen, but when he wanted to ask me out, he fell and broke off his front tooth. Because of that, he was too scared to ever ask someone out again (thankfully his wife wasn’t too afraid to ask him out).

But I didn’t know those type of details about Dean and that made him even more desirable. When we started dating, all the girls were so jealous of me. The girls who made fun of me for my looks back in high school, the girls who laughed their asses of when they found out my K-Pop career didn’t last long (though their kids are totally into K-Pop right now and are big fans of me, suck that up) and now these girls grown out to be the same women who are laughing behind my back, because Dean exchanged me for a younger model.

A thirteen year younger model, who he even taught for three years when she was still in high school. The girl whose diaper I changed. A girl whose age is closer to Benji’s than to Dean’s!

I park my car and get out of the car, walking into the store. ‘Hi Greg,’ I say when I walk in.

‘How are you, Amelia? Did my princess Annabelle drive you nuts?’

‘She never does and you know it,’ I chuckle, grabbing a shopping basket. ‘Oh, by the way, she did manage to tell me that she needed to go to the bathroom, but couldn’t quite make it to the bathroom stalls in time.’

Greg chuckle. ‘Enough said,’ he chuckles. ‘I’ll check her backpack.’

I walk through the aisles, looking for the pads and tampons. Since I had my period last week and I always forget to buy these during my normal grocery runs, I put it on my to do list for today, because these are the items that you never want to be without—learned that the hard way.

And because I love my kids dearly, I decide to buy some nice cereal for tomorrow morning. I like to see those lovely smiles on their faces, especially in the morning. When your day starts good, it makes it easier for you to keep that same spirit and after this messy divorce, I figured they could use it. I turn around, only to bump into someone and as the klutz I am, I drop my shopping basket.

‘Oh, excuse me,’ a deep male voice says and correct me if I’m wrong, but was that an English accent? There is a Brit in this store? Why is the local newspaper not here? This is the type of news that would be splattered on the front page.

‘No, it’s okay,’ I quickly say, crouching down, scrambling the pads and tampon boxes together. The man holds out a box of tampons when I stand up again, and while my cheeks turn into a red color, I finally look into his eyes.

Oh my… If this isn’t the most beautiful creature Luna Meadows has ever welcomed. I can’t help but gawk at his beautiful sculptured face, those bright blue eyes and the way this man is build.

And he is probably British.

‘I believe this is yours,’ he says and yes, I can confirm that mister Perfection is indeed British. Ever since my divorce I picked up a new habit: spotting wedding rings on men’s fingers and this one doesn’t have one. Now he is way out of my league, probably has a girlfriend or a fiancée and chances are that he is here for a pitstop, but a girl can dream.

‘That is definitely mine,’ I say, taking the box from his hand. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘No, I believe this was all my fault.’ The man smiles and my heart skips a beat. ‘I’m terribly sorry, miss.’

‘Don’t apologize, please,’ I say to him.

The man moistens his lips and I can’t stop staring at his Cupid’s bow. Is it because I haven’t had sex in over nine months that I’m this easily turned on by someone or is this man exceptionally pretty? ‘I should get going,’ he says.

‘Right, right,’ I quickly say, pushing away all the nasty thoughts that run through my mind. ‘Well, bye.’

Stupid moron, could you sound any dumber?

I quickly pay for the groceries, before I bolt out of the store, thankfully not running into the handsome man again.

✰ ✰ ✰

Eve Smith-Lewis has been my best friend since elementary school. Despite us being apart from my fifteenth till my eighteenth, we remained best friends and thankfully we could always count on one another. Her husband Johnny is an absolute angel and while he became close friends with Dean when I started dating him, Johnny thought that cheating on me with Mindy Simpleton was the lowest a man could do and he dumped his best friend.

I love Johnny.

These two have been there for me, walking me through the divorce, making sure that Benji still went to his practices and that Isabella went to her drama classes. I’m so grateful that I can always lean on them, just like they can lean on me.

‘I must be hallucinating,’ I say, when I walk into the living room, seeing not only my daughter Isabella and my son Benji, but also Eve’s kids Lola, Jake and Yara making homework. ‘Are those the Jung children doing their homework and not distracting the Smiths?’

‘An absolute miracle,’ Lola chuckles, who runs her fingers through her thick curls.

‘Well,’ I say, ‘don’t let me interrupt this beautiful moment.’ I give Isabella a peck on her temple, before walking over to Benji, pressing a kiss on top of his head. ‘Hi Eve,’ I say, snatching the carrot out of her hand, before jumping on the kitchen island.

‘Is that your fat tush on my kitchen counter?’ Eve chuckles, as she turns around.

‘What?’ I ask when I see her watching me closely. I take a bite out of the carrot. ‘You’re staring.’

‘Something happened to you. Spill. What are the latest rumors?’

I simply shrug. ‘Got a text from Dean again. He wants the kids this weekend.’ I hold out my phone to her and she reads the texts, steam nearly fuming out of her ears. ‘Did he text Benji yet?’

‘Not that I know off, but that kid is a copy of you with his blank expression, so you never know.’

I sigh deeply. ‘I worry about him sometimes. There is too much change in a short amount of time. First his dad left. Then his judo coach quit.’

‘Coach Jensen quit?’ Eve asks. ‘Why?’

‘Got a better opportunity, I guess. I really don’t know actually. He just disappeared, but they found replacement already. A certain Henry Cavill. I just hope he is a good coach and he is actually nice, because Benji could use some more male role models, besides Johnny of course.’

Eve nods. ‘Henry Cavill, that sounds sexy, come to think of it.

‘Speaking of sexy, I ran into the most gorgeous man in Greg’s store.’ I quickly tell her all about the most beautiful man I ever bumped into and add: ‘I bet he was just here for a pitstop, but I don’t think I have ever seen a man that beautiful.’

Eve can’t help but chuckle. ‘And that is coming from a former idol, who was surrounded by handsome men.’

‘Can you imagine how beautiful this guy was.’

‘Well, I have to run by Greg’s tomorrow, I can ask him about an exceptionally gorgeous man. I think he knows right away who I mean, especially if I say that it was around the time you were there.’

‘But we’re talking about Greg,’ I chuckle, ‘so firstly he’ll say: that exceptionally gorgeous man would be me you’re talking about, sugar.’

She snorts. ‘You’re totally right, he is so predictable. By the way, you three staying over for dinner.’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ I say, ‘and if you don’t mind…’

‘I’ll watch Isabella when you bring Benji to practice. Believe me, I don’t know why you always ask this. We have been doing this routine for years now.’

‘Good thing we’re neighbors and your husband is a strong man, willing to carry her from Yara’s bed to her own.’

‘That’s my handsome man,’ Eve says. ‘He carries me to bed as well.’

‘Yeah, don’t rub it in that your husband is romantic.’

Eve holds up her hands in defeat. ‘How was your day anyway? Did Greg’s girl pee her pants again?’

‘Of course she did. I don’t think a day has gone by that she hasn’t peed her pants, really. I also found a moldy piece of bread crust underneath our cupboard, I accidentally stepped on a spider today, causing four little ones to cry and I bumped my head against the door. Other than that, it was a lovely day.’

My best friend smiles. ‘You’re a good teacher,’ she says, ‘and a good mother. I’m proud of you, Amelia.’

✰ ✰ ✰

While Isabella is my mischievous rebel, Benji is completely different. He is an introvert, isn’t a sharer and when he has a goal in mind, he’ll reach that, with or without my help. While Isabella has always been a bit of a daddy’s girl (though the divorce has changed that), he has been a mommy’s boy from the start and after the divorce, that only intensified.

The car drive to his judo practice, usually goes by in silence. Sometimes he turns on the radio and softly murmurs the lyrics. ‘Benji,’ I say, to break the silence, ‘did your dad text you?’

‘He did,’ Benji says, still looking in front of him. ‘And I told him I didn’t want to see him this weekend, since I have a match. Then he invited himself to match.’

Typical. ‘Do you want him to watch?’

Benji simply shrugs. ‘As long as he isn’t taking that woman with him, I’m okay. She really wants to be my stepmom, but I don’t like that.’

I have seen Mindy around, but I never saw her interact with my kids. While Isabella says that Mindy is quite nice (but that’s mostly because Mindy takes her out for ice cream and Isabella is a sucker for ice cream and anything sweet for that matter), Benji doesn’t like spending time with her. As a matter of fact, he hates spending time with her.

‘If you don’t want him to watch, I understand and so should he.’

‘Doesn’t matter,’ he simply says.

I sigh deeply. ‘I know it’s hard, baby, but you’re doing great.’

‘It’s just that I never knew that dad could be such an asshole,’ Benji says.

I park the car on the lot and look to the side, before holding his hand in mine. Normally I wouldn’t condone my kids calling people assholes or other names, but Benji has a point. His dad is an asshole. ‘Well, some people don’t deal well with change and while your dad might’ve caused this entire mess, it can be hard on him.’

‘It isn’t hard on you.’

I snicker. ‘Oh honey, I’m crumbling on the inside. It’s a very healthy trait.’

Benji chuckles. ‘I love you, mom. Come on, I’m already a bit late.’

The two of us walk out of the car and ever since Dean left us, Benji has been a bit clingy to me. I mean, I’m not complaining. Having a teenage son, meant more than once being ditched to the side and believe me, I totally understand. The times I pretended that my parents weren’t my parents… I don’t think I can count those times on my two hands.

However, if there is one good thing coming out of this divorce, it’s realizing how much my kids love me. He has his arm hooked through mine and I can’t say that this makes me the happiest woman on earth, thinking back to all the moments where he would hold my hand when he was little.

While Benji vanishes in the locker room, I walk over to the bleacher, looking at the other mom’s that are here to watch their sons. Ever since I got divorced, I got gradually kicked out of every group here at the judo centre.

For some cities football or lacrosse or gymnastics is the most important sport, for us it’s judo. I have had quite the judo career myself, but after I dislocated my knee for the third time in one year when I was thirteen, because I’m double-jointed, my dad decided that I should quit.

I love to watch judo however, especially when it’s my own son who does it. I sit on the bleachers on the front row, as I hear the laughter roar up behind me a bit, a not so subtle sign that they want to rub in my face that I have failed in my marriage.

Someone else got divorced a few years ago and the shitload she got thrown over her, made her move, just like her ex husband moved somewhere else. I love Luna Meadows and I decided that I should stay here. I have a life here and being the only Asian girl in my high school, a trainee in a Korean entertainment company and an idol for two years, it sure has thickened my skin.

The reason why I think the women are more vile opposed to my divorce, is because my ex husband has a new girlfriend before the divorce was final and we all knew her. If that toddler gets pregnant before I have a new boyfriend, that will be the moment I’m moving places.

I love Luna Meadows with all my heart, but there are limits to what I can take.

‘Excuse me,’ I hear and I look up, only to be met by a perfectly sculptured face.

It’s the handsome Brit from the grocery store.

And he is wearing a judogi. Normally I’m not a fan of how that looks, but this just fits perfectly.

Oh my gosh, wait, does this mean that he is Benji’s new judo coach?

‘Hi,’ I say, a smile appearing on my face, knowing I have to text Eve in a few.

‘I thought it was you,’ he says, taking place right next to me.

This man is huge. I now understand why kids feel intimidated by grown ups. While I’m not the tallest, kids in my class always say how big I am when I sit next to them. This is how they must feel.

‘Are you the new coach?’ I ask him.

He nods, holding out his hand. ‘I am. My name is Henry Cavill.’

I place my hand in his. ‘Didn’t know this centre had enough money to import judo coaches from across the ocean.’

Henry starts to laugh. ‘I’m that good.’

‘I bet you are. I’m Amelia Jung, Benji’s mom.’

‘You’re Benji’s mom?’ he asks me. ‘I’ve heard a lot about that kid. Very talented.’

If this man wasn’t already perfect, he certainly is now. ‘Very good, sucking up to the parent. You’ll be a fantastic coach that will be well loved with the rest of this town.’

Henry chuckles. I look over my shoulder, to see the perfect moms shooting daggers at me. ‘I’m sorry if I’m intruding, but I overheard what happened between you and Benji’s dad.’

‘Of course you did,’ I say, followed by a deep sigh. ‘Word travels fast in a town like this.’

He simply nods. ‘What can I do for Benji?’

Huh? ‘Excuse me, what?’ I ask.

‘Well, divorce is never easy and I’d like to make the trainings as smoothly as possible for him. It’s important that this training centre is a place where he can forget about all those worries. You have a few tips for me on how to work with him? How to approach him?’

It is the first time this has happened. My Benji can be a bit of a struggle to work with. Going his own way, not reacting well to screaming coaches. However I have to tell coaches about this after the situation blew up.

Now a coach asks me before an eventual blow up how to work with Benji?

‘Just be kind,’ I say. ‘You also don’t need to scream, because he does not react well to that. He does do well with compliments, only if you mean them of course.’

‘Figured,’ Henry says.

‘And he can be pretty stubborn from time to time, but since they flew you over all the way from the UK, you might as well be a great coach with great insight. so that shouldn’t be a problem for you.’

‘I sure hope I live up to these expectations.’

‘I bet you will.’

‘Mom,’ I hear and I see Benji standing in front of me, ‘could you help me?’ He holds out a roll of sport tape and I have to tape his wrist and three of his fingers because this sweet boy has the same dislocating tendency I have. I pat on the seat next to me and say: ‘This is your new coach, Henry Cavill.’

Benji looks at Henry, before holding out his hand. ‘Nice to meet you, sir.’

‘Nice to meet you, Benji. This Saturday you’ve got a match. You excited?’

‘Always,’ Benji says, as I tape in his fingers.

‘Off you go, honey,’ I say.

‘Thanks mom.’ He gives me a kiss on my cheek, before he grabs his water bottle and walks over to the friends he made here.

‘Good luck,’ I say to the new coach, ‘I heard they can be a handful.’

‘Nothing I can’t handle,’ Henry says with a smile. ‘It was nice seeing you again, Amelia.’

After I recovered from my ongoing heart attack, looked over my shoulder again to stare down the other women, I finally grab my phone and text Eve.

Amelia: You never guess who the new coach of Benji is?

Eve: Would it be a stretch if I suggested Richard Madden?

Amelia: It would. I’ll give you a hint: I bumped into him today.

Eve: NO WAY, IT’S THE PERFECT MAN FROM THE GROCERY STORE?

Amelia: Yes!!!!!

Eve: That’s it, my kids are going back. You think it’s too late for them to start again?

✰ ✰ ✰

The training went well and I saw Benji breaking out in a bright smile a few times because of something coach Cavill said to him. While I might’ve been biased (I mean, that man is fucking handsome), I absolutely love this coach already and am very grateful that he will be coaching Benji from now on. From the looks of it, they actually seem to hit it off pretty well.

‘Your son is good,’ Henry says, when I stand up from the bleachers. ‘I look forward to seeing him on Saturday.’

I smile. ‘Thank you,’ I say. ‘For being a good coach for him, I mean. He really needs it.’

‘I understand.’ Henry hooks his thumbs behind the black judo belt. ‘Divorce is never easy,’ he says, ‘but you’re doing great.’

He smiles at me, before walking away, to meet up with the next group. I grab my purse, before walking away. ‘There you are,’ I say to Benji. ‘Ready to go?’

‘I am.’

Once we’re back in the car again, I ask: ‘What did you think of coach Cavill?’

Benji nods. ‘I like him.’

‘So, he is Benji Jung approved?’

‘He is,’ he chuckles, ‘but more importantly: is he momma Jung approved?’

I can’t help but laugh. ‘He certainly is, baby.’

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