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pretty-sparkle-bomb · 6 months ago

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I've been thinking about anonymous love notes from reader to kirishima and his literal stone-set determination to find out who they're from just to find out it just happens to be his crush as he accidentally catches her placing the latest one 😓🙏 (kirishima needs more love)

GUYS WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I USED TO DO THIS TO MY FIRST CRUSH EVER (i was in 7th grade) AND I GOT FLAT OUT REJECTED BY HIM (I ended up crying to my brothers who wanted to beat the shit out of him) AND THEN IT TURNS OUT HE WAS SECRETLY DATING ANOTHER GIRL😭😭😭

Too much rambling? I'll stop😔 Onwards to the story

There it was again. Another note. Kaminari slung an arm around Kirishima's shoulders and whistled lowly. "Damn, you're lucky. I wish a girl would leave notes in my locker like that."

Kirishima chuckled, opening the neatly folded piece of paper.

"Your smile is my favourite thing. You have no idea how fast my heart races when I see you."

"Yeah, but I wish they would just come up to me and speak. They seriously have no competition; I'm rooting for them even." Kirishima whined, folding it and placing it into his pocket. That one had to go into the almost full jar he has at home.

It had been weeks since he started receiving letters. One in his bag, another in his notebook, on his chair, atop his desk, in his shoe locker. Whoever it was, they were smart, he'd give them that. They always found a new place to put the note every time.

It had been weeks since this started. First, one in his bag. Then his notebook, his chair, his desk, his shoe locker. Whoever it was, they were clever, he had to admit. Each time, they found a new place to hide the notes, always keeping him on his toes.

"You're rooting for them until you see who's at the end of the hall~" Kaminari teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Kirishima barely had time to register his words before turning his gaze in the direction Kaminari gestured. And there you were.

The girl he'd been crushing on ever since he met you.

His heart stumbled in his chest. You were kind and funny and smart. He absolutely adored you. But there was no way you—

No. Not possible. Right?

Kirishima shook his head, dismissing the thought as quickly as it came. He needed to focus. He needed to figure out who this mystery admirer was. He was determined. Like, stone-set determined. He'd made it his personal mission.

He made sure to swear Kaminari to secrecy. No one could know who this person was, or about their plan to catch the girl in the act.

It started off simple. Whenever Kirishima was walking or doing something in a public space, Kaminari would look around at every girl, just to see if one of them would sneak a glance at Kirishima. But that failed terribly...

New plan!

"In a sea of people, my eyes always search for you."

"Aww but ewh. Whoever this is, they sure are corny... you like that don't you?" Kaminari deadpanned. Kirishima just sighed airily. "Man c'mon, you gotta try harder. Look for her."

"How about we try stalking the usual places that the notes turn up?" Kaminari presented but Kirishima shook his head, no. "If we do that then they'll realise and get scared and then no more secret admirer."

"Gee, you're really thinking this out huh?"

Their attempts were endless and ridiculous. At one point, Kaminari even suggested leaving a note back as bait, but Kirishima refused, saying it felt wrong to trick them. They tried analyzing handwriting samples from the girls in class, but none were a perfect match. They even got Mina involved—who was very enthusiastic about the investigation—but all it led to were wild speculations and no concrete answers.

Despite their failures, Kirishima remained determined. "I'll figure this out, man. Just watch."

Kaminari just snickered. "At this point, I'm pretty sure they could leave a note right in front of you, and you still wouldn’t figure it out."

Kirishima scoffed. "Like that would happen."

It happened after training.

Kirishima had finished early and decided to return to the classroom to grab a forgotten notebook and his water bottle. The hallways were mostly empty, save for a few students lingering near their lockers. He walked in, running a towel through his damp hair, when he saw it.

You.

By his desk.

With a small, neatly folded paper in your hand.

He froze, heart stuttering in his chest as you glanced around cautiously before slipping the note under his water bottle. It took a second for his brain to catch up.

You.

It was you.

His crush. The girl he'd been head over heels for this whole time.

You were the one leaving the notes.

Something in him flipped—a mixture of surprise, excitement, and something impossibly warm that spread through his chest like wildfire.

Without thinking, he took a step forward, and before he could stop himself, words tumbled out of his mouth. "So it was you this whole time?"

You jolted, whipping around so fast that you nearly knocked over his water bottle. Your eyes widened, panic flashing across your face as your hands shot up in defense. "I—uh—what? No? Definitely not?" you blurted, clearly not convincing anyone.

Kirishima just grinned. A big, toothy, unbelievably happy grin.

You groaned, slapping a hand over your face. "I take it back. I am running away now."

"No, wait!" He stepped forward before you could bolt, reaching out instinctively. "Don't run. I—this is actually kinda awesome."

You peeked at him through your fingers. "It is?"

"Yeah! I mean, I love these notes. They make my day every time. And knowing they're from you?" He let out a breathless chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's even better."

Your cheeks burned as you shifted on your feet. "So... you don't think it's weird?"

"What? No way! I think it's pretty manly- er... womanly." He shot you a lopsided grin. "But, uh... maybe next time, you could just tell me all this in person? 'Cause, like, I've kinda been really into you for a while now."

Your breath hitched. "Wait, what?"

Kirishima laughed, his face going a little red himself. "Yeah. Surprise?"

For a moment, you just stared at him, completely speechless. Then, slowly, a small smile tugged at your lips. "Well... that does make things easier."

He beamed. "Guess so."

You laughed softly, eyes playful. "Guess I won't have to sneak around leaving notes anymore, huh?"

"Not unless you want to," Kirishima teased, leaning slightly closer. "I wouldn't mind waking up to more sweet words about my smile."

You rolled your eyes but grinned, nudging his arm playfully. "You're such a dork."

"Yeah, but now I'm your dork."

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bettelaboure · 2 months ago

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⊹Idol Boy⊹ | Choi Seung-Hyun

eighth part in series "Course in Chemistry"

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⊹ Pairing: Choi Seung-Hyun x Reader

⊹ Warnings: sexual tension, embarrassment, mature language, peer pressure, and high school dynamics involving gossip and judgment

⊹ Summary: Y/N helps Seung-Hyun explore his sexual curiosity through an intimate and consensual encounter that begins with erotic media and leads to mutual physical exploration

⊹ Author's note: I gave you a cherry and then took it away. I'm sorry, loves

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The locker room is quiet now—no echoing moans or skin meeting skin. Just the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the steady drip of a leaky faucet.

Seung-Hyun’s weight is still draped over you, but his body has gone still, muscles loosening one by one as the aftermath settles in. His forehead rests lightly against your shoulder, lips parted as he catches his breath. The confidence he wore minutes ago—the low voice, the commanding gaze—is melting away with every heartbeat.

You run your fingers through his sweat-damp hair, brushing it from his eyes. “You okay?”

He nods once but doesn’t speak.

You wait, giving him space, your other hand still resting on the curve of his back. And slowly, like a tide retreating from shore, he lifts himself off you—careful, even gentle now—and reaches for his shirt. His hands tremble slightly as he pulls it on inside out.

“I… uh…” he starts, voice cracking.

You sit up, covering yourself with the nearest hoodie. “What is it?”

He doesn't meet your gaze. Instead, he focuses on the floor, cheeks flushing with a color that deepens with every passing second. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be so—um…” His voice drops into a near-whisper. “So forward.”

Your chest softens. “Seung-Hyun.”

He finally looks at you, and the vulnerability there is stark. Like someone who’s just woken up from a dream and isn’t sure what to do with the reality left behind.

“That wasn’t… normal for me,” he admits, voice raw. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. A lot. You. But not like that—not like I’d actually… do it. I don’t usually—God.” He rubs a hand over his face, embarrassed. “I sound like a creep.”

You cross the space between you, touch his arm. “You don’t.”

He glances at your hand, then back at your face, eyes searching. “I’ve never been like that with anyone. Not even close. I don’t know what came over me. I just… lost it, I guess. You were—”

“Worth losing it for?” you offer, smiling gently.

His ears go red. He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Eventually, he huffs out a breath and nods. “Yeah.”

There’s silence again. But it’s softer now. Comfortable.

You lean your head against his shoulder, and he doesn’t flinch away. Just sits there beside you, close but careful, as if afraid to shatter the moment by moving too much. His fingers twitch against his thigh, and after a second, you slide your hand into his.

He holds on like he’s not sure he deserves it.

“I liked both sides of you,” you say quietly. “The bold one, and the one who’s sitting here with me now. They’re both you.”

He exhales, tension visibly leaving his shoulders. “You make it easy to forget I’m shy.”

You smile. “That’s okay. I like reminding you that you don’t always have to be.”

For the first time since the shift, he looks at you and really smiles—not the cocky one from earlier, but a real, honest one that reaches his eyes.

“I still want to see you again,” he says, tentative but sincere.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

The school felt louder than usual.

Maybe it was just the way you were noticing everything. Chairs scraping, lockers slamming, footsteps echoing. Or maybe it was the way people looked at you—too long, too curiously. But more likely, it was because he was somewhere in the building.

Seung-Hyun.

You hadn’t spoken since leaving each other’s side the night before. No texts. No unread messages waiting. It didn’t feel like avoidance, though. More like… a mutual hesitation.

He wasn’t in his seat when you entered the classroom.

Not until the bell rang did he slip in, hood up, sleeves tugged over his hands. He didn’t glance at you. Just sat, quietly, same as always, pulling out his notes with robotic precision. If anyone noticed the extra space between your chairs, or the way you didn’t greet each other, they didn’t say a word.

The silence between you was thick. Not hostile. Just full. Packed with things that didn’t have language yet.

The day bled on like that. In the hallway, in the cafeteria, in the moments your paths nearly crossed—you'd look up just as he turned away, or he'd shift a step to the side when your shoulders almost touched.

You weren’t sure what that meant—just convenience, or a return to the secrecy that always seemed to follow him.

The next day, by the third period, you’d already caught him looking twice. And you were angry at him. You didn’t set on the mind why you were furious, but you were.

Once by the lockers. Once in History, when he thought you wouldn’t notice. You always noticed. That’s kind of your thing — knowing who’s watching.

He didn’t look at you the way everyone else did, though. Not with awe, or irritation, or even the usual boyish lust. Seung-Hyun looked like he was scared of you. Like he’d touched something forbidden and now didn’t know where to put his hands.

Too bad for him — you weren’t going to let him off easy.

You flopped into the chair next to his in the English classroom, ignoring the flash of tension across his face. “Hey, tutor,” you said breezily, unwrapping your gum and popping it in your mouth like you hadn’t had his hands in your hair two days ago.

He blinked at you. “Hi.”

Just hi.

You turned slightly, elbow on the desk, chin in your hand. “So… am I still failing English, or did your magical brain fix me?”

He opened his notebook like it was a shield. “You haven’t submitted the last assignment yet. And your vocabulary section was only half filled out.”

You blew a bubble, loud enough to make him flinch. “That’s a yes, then.”

He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smirk. Just stared at the edge of his desk like it was suddenly fascinating.

The teacher started talking, and you leaned back, pretending to listen — but you weren’t. You were watching the little things. The way he chewed the inside of his cheek. How his fingers tapped silently under the desk. How he never looked at you again.

By the time the bell rang, you caught up to him in the hallway.

“You running away from me now?” you asked, hand on your hip.

“I’m not,” he said too quickly.

He wouldn’t meet your eyes, and now your patience was thinning. “Okay, so what is it? You don’t want to keep tutoring me? You regretting... whatever the hell that night was?”

That got his attention.

“No,” he said sharply. “I don’t regret it. That’s not—”

He shut his mouth. Looked away again. You waited.

Finally, he mumbled, “I just don’t know what you want from me.”

You scoffed. “I asked you to help me pass English, not marry me.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

You stepped closer, low enough that he had to look at you. “I want you to stop acting like I’m a ghost. I want you to be the same guy who kissed me like it meant something and then showed up the next day like nothing happened.”

He was staring again — that dazed, wide-eyed stare like he couldn’t keep up with your mouth, let alone your mind.

“You’re... intense,” he said finally.

You smirked. “And you’re slow. Come on, Idol Boy. I’m still failing English. You tutoring me today or not?”

He blinked. Hesitated. Then finally nodded.

You turned on your heel, satisfied.

It was weird, the way he always arrived exactly on time — never early, never late. Like he calculated the most efficient distance from denying you to needing you, and arrived there on the dot.

When you opened the door to your room, he stood there awkwardly with his backpack slung over one shoulder, hair slightly damp from a rushed shower. He looked clean. Too clean.

You, of course, looked like chaos.

Legs curled on your bed, hoodie too big, pen in your mouth, and one notebook flipped open to a page with three whole words scribbled across it:

Macbeth = insane.

He didn’t even glance at it. “We’re working on vocabulary first,” he said, walking past you like he hadn’t been avoiding eye contact for 48 hours.

“Excited to see me, huh?” you teased.

“No,” he muttered.

“Yes,” you corrected, smug.

You scooted over to make room. He sat on the edge of your bed like it was rigged with explosives.

You leaned in, all playful menace. ��You're lucky I made you come last time.”

He choked. On air. On shame. On you. “What?.”

You grinned as his ears flushed pink. He started flipping through a vocab list like it would save his life.

You let him flounder a bit — let the silence hang heavy before leaning close enough that your thigh brushed his.

“Relax,” you said in a voice softer than expected. “It’s just me.”

He looked at you then. Like he was trying to solve a problem he didn’t want to finish. His jaw clenched. “It’s not just anything with you.”

You liked that. Too much.

The English part came first. You let him focus, let him guide — even if you rolled your eyes through half the lecture.

He corrected your grammar. You pretended not to understand just to make him frustrated. He told you again that "they're, their, and there" weren’t interchangeable. You told him he should learn to moan properly before correcting your contractions.

He made a face like you’d slapped him with a Shakespeare play.

But he didn’t stop you when you leaned closer. Didn’t stop your fingers when they traced up the line of his arm. He just froze — stiff, silent, overwhelmed — like every single time.

And that’s when your tutoring started.

You whispered near his ear, “Still can’t stop thinking about how good I made you feel?”

His breath hitched. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You climbed into his lap slowly, straddling him — like you had all the time in the world. He kept his hands politely at his sides until your hips moved once. Just once.

Then they shot up to your waist, fingers digging in, like he forgot how shy he was.

But even now, even with you that close, he looked almost afraid. Not of you. Of what you did to him. How easy it was for you to take control. To make him want you without even trying.

You kissed him slow. Not like a lesson. Like a question.

He answered. Not with words — but with the way he clutched you tighter. With the soft, desperate way he whispered your name.

It was new. Not like before. More careful. More real.

You pulled back slightly, lips barely brushing, and said, “You’re learning.”

He exhaled shakily, eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes. “You’re teaching wrong.”

You smiled. “Then correct me, Idol Boy.”

For the first time ever — he did.

You weren’t used to being caught off guard. But Seung-Hyun… he did it. Right then.

When you told him to correct you, his hands tightened at your waist. His lips brushed yours, but instead of diving back in with that shy, shaky rhythm, he waited.

Eyes locked on yours, breath shallow.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking,” he said, voice low. Rough in a way that didn’t match the usual stammering boy who ducked his head at compliments.

Your heartbeat stuttered.

“I do,” you whispered. But it didn’t sound as sharp as you wanted. It came out unsure, like you weren’t sure who was in charge anymore. And maybe… that was okay.

His fingers curled slightly where they held you. You could feel the pressure of his hesitation, of his restraint, like he was pulling himself back from something he wanted — needed.

“You’re not scared of me, right?” you asked, quieter this time.

“I’m scared of what I’ll do if I stop holding back,” he said.

And just like that — the air changed.

You sat still in his lap, the tension coiling up between you. This wasn’t about seduction anymore. It wasn’t about who owed who. The tutoring thing — the deal — it was becoming something else. Something messier. Unspoken.

You watched his eyes darken as he leaned in again. His lips brushed your cheek first — not your mouth — soft and reverent, like he was testing the waters, asking permission.

You let him.

Then he kissed your jaw, slower this time, tracing the line to your neck, and the way your breath caught — he noticed.

“You okay?” he murmured into your skin.

You nodded, though your hands tightened on his shoulders. “Just didn’t expect you to take charge.”

He didn’t respond at first. He just moved — one kiss after another, just beneath your ear, your throat, then back to your lips. Like he was discovering something new. Something precious.

Like this was a study session and he was suddenly a straight-A student.

And you… you weren’t teasing anymore. You were melting.

You tried to make a joke — say something snarky, break the spell — but when his tongue barely touched your bottom lip, all you managed was a whimper. You hated how much control that gave him.

He felt it.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, but his gaze was steady now. “Lesson over?”

You blinked, dazed. “What lesson?”

He smirked — just a little — and it felt illegal coming from him.

“Exactly,” he said.

The air between you and Seung-Hyun had shifted again.

It wasn’t like the first time—when it felt like a reckless collision of chemistry, all heat and passion, rushing through you both without a second thought. No, this time, it was quieter. A slow burn that neither of you knew how to extinguish.

The days after your last encounter were strained, full of little silences and stolen glances. He was the same, but different. Shy and careful again, as though the space between your bodies and your hearts had somehow grown.

He was still the same Seung-Hyun you knew—a mix of awkwardness, charm, and a confidence that had always felt at odds with his vulnerability. But now, there was a new layer to him, a distance that had nothing to do with the space between your chairs. It was the kind of distance that only came when someone’s whole life was about to change.

You were sitting in your favorite spot at lunch when you saw him across the cafeteria, looking more out of place than usual. He was standing by the doors, talking to a group of teachers, his posture too stiff, his smile too tight. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but the glance they shared—brief, loaded—was all you needed.

It was him. He was leaving.

You weren’t sure how you knew, but the feeling settled in your stomach like lead. Your gut twisted as you watched him turn, giving a final look to the school as if trying to remember it in some way. The look he gave was almost nostalgic, the way someone looks at the end of a chapter in a book that changed them, even if they didn’t want it to.

You hadn’t even realized you were moving until you were standing in front of him, right by the doors, blocking his path.

He blinked at you, eyes wide with surprise. “I’m...”

“Leaving?” you finished for him, raising an eyebrow.

He looked down at his feet for a moment, as if gathering the courage to face you fully. When he met your eyes again, the weight of it hit you. This wasn’t just about you anymore. This wasn’t about the night you shared or the slow, building tension between you. This was about the life he was walking away from, a life you didn’t fit into anymore.

“I—I don’t know how to…” His voice trailed off as he looked at you, the words stuttering out like a confession. “I’m going to be homeschooled for the rest of the year. I’m... signing with YG Entertainment. I’m going to train for longer hours. Become an idol.”

His words hung in the air between you like a challenge and a farewell all at once.

It took a second for the meaning to sink in. YG Entertainment. Idol training. The dream. His dream.

“Oh,” you said quietly. You didn’t know what else to say. You weren’t sure how to react. Maybe you should have been proud. Or happy for him. But all you could feel was the inevitable gap widening between you, the pull of something bigger than whatever this had been.

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly unsure of what to do. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t know if... if you’d even want to know. I didn’t—"

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” you said quickly. Your voice was steady, but inside, it felt like something inside you was unraveling. "I knew this was coming. I just didn’t know when."

His lips parted as if he were about to say something more, but no words came. You wanted to say something comforting, something to make this moment easier, but the truth was, you didn’t know what it felt like to be part of his world anymore. His world was shifting, and you were standing on the outside of it, watching.

The silence grew thick, both of you standing there, neither of you knowing what to do next.

“I guess I’m... another thing you have to leave behind,” you said softly, meeting his gaze.

He exhaled, a long, slow breath. His shoulders sagged, and for a second, he looked like the shy boy you first met—the one who had never known how to navigate your presence without tripping over his own feet. The boy who was still learning how to be himself in a world that already had expectations of him.

“I wish I could stay. I do,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I have to go. This... this is what I’ve worked for. What I’ve dreamed of.”

You nodded, trying not to let the sting of finality settle too deep. “Yeah. I know.”

There was a pause, a beat where you just stood there, neither of you moving. Finally, you broke the silence.

“Take care of yourself, Seung-Hyun,” you said, the words coming out with more strength than you felt. “You’re going to do great things.”

He swallowed, nodding, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to hold on to something he couldn’t grasp.

You took a step back, your hands feeling too cold in the absence of his.

“You too,” he said, his voice catching just slightly. “I hope you figure it out.”

You didn’t answer at first, just offering him a small, tight-lipped smile.

Then, he turned and walked away.

You didn’t watch him go. Instead, you turned back to the hallway, letting your fingers brush the locker beside you. For the first time in a long while, you felt like you were the one left behind.

A few weeks later, the news hit the school: Seung-Hyun was officially part of the new K-pop group. He was training hard, just like he’d said. You tried to focus on your own life—on passing your classes, on dealing with your own mess. But every now and then, when you heard a song on the radio, you thought of him in the tabloids, it was like the world had shifted without you even realizing it.

He was out there. Becoming something bigger than you both. And you? You were still here. And maybe that was enough.

The chapter between you and Seung-Hyun was over. But somehow, it didn’t feel like the end.

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morgana-larkin · 4 days ago

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Ok, so I posted a new story to my Patreon and this is the last fic I will be posting for everyone. The next one will be for members only, free or not. Here's a preview of it and the link for the fic. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Feels Different With You

Summary: You become Melissa's aide and the two of you get closer, there's just one problem... she's with Gary.

Warnings: jealous reader, angst

Words: 6K

“I’m transferring you to be the new aide for Melissa Schemmenti.” Ava tells you and you widen your eyes.

“But I thought I was the aide for Ms. Faller's class again.” You tell her.

“She doesn’t need an aide anymore as Briana transferred out of her class and now she doesn’t have enough students for an aide.” Ava explains to you. “Now Melissa has a split class and needs an aide.” Ava adds and you gulp and nod.

You get up and walk out of the office and down to the break room. You aren’t afraid of Melissa, at least not anymore, in fact it’s the opposite. You’ve been the aide for Ms. Faller’s fourth grade class as she got too many students to take care of by herself until a couple students left for Addington and Briana transferred to the other 4 grade class. Before that you were an aide for Mr. Gale’s first grade class for a year and got to know the abbott crew well. You got to know Gregory first as he taught the same grade as Mr. Gale, and that got you to know Janine and Jacob as their friend’s with him. Then Barb started talking to you when she saw how great you were with the students but Melissa didn’t even try to learn your name until about 3 months after you started.

Apparently you found out that the trio talked about you to Melissa and Barb quite often and that got those two to start trusting you. The more you and Melissa talked, the more you started to feel attracted to her. You weren’t blind, you already knew she was drop dead gorgeous but she also got into a relationship with the vending machine guy at the same time you got a crush on her. You get to the break room and you see Melissa sitting at the table with Barb, writing something down. You take a deep breath before you walk over and stop right in front of her.

“Hey Melissa.” You tell her and she looks up.

“Hey hon.”

“What are you doing?” You ask her.

“Just finishing my lesson plan for this week, I didn't have time to finish it last week.” She tells you.

“Do you need help? Cause I’m now your aide.” You tell her and she furrows her eyebrows.

“What? I thought you were Ms. Faller’s aide this year.” She says.

“I was, but 3 students left her class and now there’s not enough for an aide and you need one for your split class, so here I am.” You explain and she smiles.

“Oh, well I’m glad I got you as an aide.” She says and you smile.

“So what do you need me to do?” You ask her and she closes her lesson plan book.

“Come with me to my class.” She tells you and you get up. “I’ll see you at lunch Barb.” She says and then she grabs her things and you follow her to her classroom. “You alright hon? You seem a bit nervous.” She asks as she looks at you.

“Yep, just never been an aide for a split class before.” You tell her and she slows down enough to walk next to you.

“You’ll be great, I’ve seen how you were with the first graders all year and with the fourth graders for a month. You know I’ve never seen an aide so great with kids before.” She tells you.

“I love kids and working with them everyday is amazing.” You say and she smiles. You get to her classroom and she unlocks it before you both walk in and you see how she set up her classroom. “I knew you had a lot of kids but this is a lot. How did you manage it for a month?” You ask her and she puts her purse down.

“I’ve been teaching here for 15 years hon, I’ve got some experience.” She says. Melissa tells you about her lesson plan for the week and the help that she’ll need from you today.

An hour later you’re passing out the worksheets for the third graders. You then sit at the desk near the back of the classroom and then just watch as she teaches. You never got to see her teach and you love how she is with the kids and her teaching method. You see her teaching currency to the kids and she sees how you look at her and she smiles at you. You look down when you see that she caught you staring and you start correcting the quizzes she gave you to mark.

Melissa finishes the lesson and then sits at her desk to continue the lesson plan. She looks up at you and looks at you correcting the quizzes and she smiles. She was more than happy to have you as her aide but it wasn’t just because you’re a good aide, but because her feelings for you have changed. She knew she got feelings for you near the end of the school year last year but she just got with Gary by that time.

She then sees one of the third graders raising their hand and before she goes to them, you already got up. You get to them and you answer the question they have and then Melissa gets up to help out a second grader. At the end of the day, you’re packing up your things when Melissa comes up to you with a smile.

“Good work today hon.” She tells you and you smile. “You know I thought this year was gonna be tough but with you, I think it’ll be fun.” She adds and you blush.

“Really?” You ask her and she nods.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my super aide.” She says and then smiles at you before she leaves and that leaves you blushing.

A month goes by and the both of you have grown closer together. Your feelings for her have only grown stronger and you’re thinking about her all the time, even when you shouldn’t, like in bed at night. You’ve been able to keep your feelings hidden until one day Gary comes in when you’re talking with Barb and Melissa.

“Hey Mel.” Gary says as he comes in with vending machine items and a flower attached to her favourite drink.

“Hey Gare.” She says and then takes the drink. “Aw thanks.” She tells him.

“So I was wondering if you want to go out to dinner tomorrow night?” He asks her and she smiles.

“Sure, sounds like fun.” She says and you frown.

You had just gotten Melissa to hang out with you on a Saturday on Wednesday and it seems she already forgot. This was going to be the first time that you both hung out outside of work and you were looking forward to it. You thought that she was looking forward to it as well but it seems it’s one-sided, just like your feelings. Gary sees your frown and grabs a kitkat bar and places it in front of you. You look at him confused and he smiles.

“Melissa mentioned they’re your favourite.” Gary says and you look at Melissa who’s smiling at you.

“Oh, thank you, Gary.” You tell him and he smiles and then he starts stocking the vending machine.

On Saturday you spent it sulking on the couch and eating ice cream and any junk food you got that morning at the store. You check your phone again and Melissa still hasn’t texted you. You were hoping that she might text you saying that she remembered the plans you made with her and canceled her date with Gary. You don’t end up getting a text from her all weekend, clearly busy with Gary.

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cowboyfromh3ll · 2 years ago

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Red Dead Redemption 2 College AU !

I'm ignoring reqs for a bit to indulge in my own thoughts and ideas and write some hcs for my college au on what i think their majors/lives as students/professors would be like, ahem... Long post ahead. Also this isn't too well thought out as of now, just wrote down some fun thoughts. Plz tell me your own headcannons

Arthur Morgan - Fine Arts

THE MOST UNEXPECTED MAJOR FOR A GUY LIKE HIM. He's the guy who's seen around campus wearing leather jackets, riding his motorcycle, brooding over a cup of coffee while he stares off aimlessly into the sky. So imagine him walking into your visual arts class with some of the most beautiful drawings you've ever seen. Has his own apartment near campus and his roommate is Charles. Entire place is littered with sketches and art supplies and billions of projects. His hands are constantly stained with charcoal. Takes his major VERY seriously, he don't play about his drawings and paintings. Works at a college bar and constantly comes home with a new story. Frequently visits John and the others after joining the frat, especially when they have parties. Never misses out on those. Became friends with Lenny through these parties.

John Marston - Civil Engineering

Probably one of the most miserable engineering majors you'll ever see. And that's only because he doesn't stress out over his work and procrastinates like he hasn't a care in the world; seemingly forgets he's in college. That is until the deadline is 11:59 PM that night and he has to cram two weeks worth of assignments into one night. Complains about heart palpitations when the area surrounding his desk is littered with energy cans. Joined a fraternity as soon as possible and lives in the housing. Party animal, drinks on weekdays with Sean and Javier. Throws absolute ragers on the weekends. Is the guy to yell "IF YOU'RE NOT PART OF THIS FRAT, THEN GET THE FUCK OUT" before turning to you and asking if you had fun. Has missed his 9 AM several times because he either slept in or is hung over. Was probably community dick for a while. Works at McDonald's part time, people genuinely don't know how he handles the stress. 60% of his paycheck goes to liquor/alcohol.

Javier Escuella - Music Theory

PASSIONATE about his major. HE DON'T PLAY ABOUT HIS MUSIC. But I can totally see him as the type of dude to sit around on the campus lawn with a guitar as a group of girls surrounds him and listens to him play. Is in the frat with John and lives in it as well. Also plays his guitar at parties with girls surrounding him, starkly contrasting the EDM and house music in the background. Shows up to class regardless of hangovers, he is very serious about his education. As serious as he is about partying. Shows up to class fitted every single time. Probably has outfit changes between classes. Type of guy to have his fits laid out next to his bed. He does the most. Was also probably community dick. Works as a cook at a restaurant, constantly flirts with you there. Gets all giddy in the kitchen with his coworkers when he manages to make you giggle.

Charles Smith - Anthropology

It's him and his laptop against the world. He's super neat, everything in one place. Any papers he gets are all neatly kept away and categorized per class. Is hard at work on writing an ethnography and is frequently out and about for observations. If he's not out then he's at home working on assignments. Also a frat member but like I said, rooms with Arthur. Has gained the quiet serious type reputation in class but once you start talking to him discover he's very friendly and nice. Probably works on campus as a student ambassador. Is very involved with school and activities; runs an enviornmental sciences club. Dedicates several hours a night to studying/working on assignments. Amazing student all around. The way he has his life together is enviable.

Kieran Duffy - Equine Studies

LITERALLY PERFECT MAJOR FOR HIM. Literally the happiest student around, his classroom is the stables. Works at the stables as well. Just spends 99% of his time at the stables so catching him outside of there is nearly impossible. Gossips to the horses and tells them about his day. I feel like he'd fall behind in his other studies though because he'd be way too focused on the horses. Typical, struggling student. Joined a frat out of pressure, got the WORST of the hazing. I don't even want to begin to imagine what the rituals were like. Probably gets black out drunk at frat parties, ends up on the front lawn and wakes up half naked every weekend somehow.

Sean Macguire - Business Administration

He's just insufferable like that. Whenever people shit on his major he just finds a thousand bullshit reasons as to why his major is better and more lucrative. Complains to John how hard his homework is and when John asks to see his screen it's addition with pictures. Probably went to college to party and realized "oh shit I actually gotta do school". Googled the highest paying and easiest majors and chose it like that. Puts more thought into what beer he's going to buy at the liquor store than his studies. Hotboxes his car 24/7. His room REEKS of weed and so does he. Attempts to disguise it with ax body spray. Will always ask you if you want to wake and bake; regardless of if you do or don't accept he's showing up to class high and with sunglasses. Goes nonverbal when he greens out. Works at McDonald's with John, is constantly late and is warned he might get fired but never does. Just fucks around in the back. I can imagine he and Karen are constantly on and off but when they're off he brings a new girl home to the frat every night.

Lenny Summers - Literature Major

Joined the frat because he thought he'd make good connections (LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER). One of the youngest pledges, went easier on him with the hazing. He's incredibly focused on his studies. You'd be surprised to find out he's a party animal as well because he's constantly reading a book in his free time. Definitely joined a book club with Mary-Beth and is taking Dutch's English class. Works on campus as well as the library; prides himself on his work and education. I believe he'd dorm because there's no way he's living in that filthy frat. Super organized dorm. Became really good friends with Arthur during one of the parties, also became close with Sean. Frequently gets driven around by Sean and gets second hand high from being in his car.

Bill Williamson - Army

Out of everyone he went to the army instead of college. But he definitely still hangs with the frat when he can simply because he's friends with a few of them. Frequently buys them liquor and supplies it to the younger members. Asks them how their classes are going and ends up falling into a rabbit hole where he's learning about infrastructure planning or astrophysics and tries his hand at doing their homework for them. It goes terribly. Drives a beat up pickup truck and you can hear that mf coming down the road 3 blocks away. Subtly tries (and fails) at flirting with some of the frat members.

Micah Bell - Criminal Law Major

Insufferable. Need I say more. Very money centric. Definitely thinks he's better than you because he's a law student. Kisses the professors’ ass all the time. Joins study groups and acts as if he's the smartest one there, tries to lead conversations, and views it as a challenge if anyone says differently than him during said discussions. He probably has an internship at a firm. Oh my god I can just imagine how sleazy he is. Also part of the frat and several of the members do not like him. Harasses the girls that show up. I can see him cutting off people during class or talking over them. Type of guy to say "not to be devil's advocate, but..."

Pearson - Culinary Degree

Came back to school to get his culinary degree. Mostly keeps to himself but has become acquainted with a few people and is actually decent friends with some. Pretty serious about his studies but is also chill, you can just tell he's extremely passionate about what he does. Excuses himself from hangouts by saying "sorry I got a pie due at 3." Loves it when he's able to sell some of his products back to students/general public and see how people react. Dreams of opening his own restaurant so he takes the accounting/marketing aspects of his degree very seriously.

Abigail Roberts - Education Major

I CAN JUST SEE IT YK. I can totally see her being a teacher, and she's super hardworking. I feel like her schedule is jam packed so she hardly ever has time for fun. Studies, does homework, student teaching, and takes care of herself and her son. So yeah imagine how busy she is all the time. Occasionally leaves Jack with his grandparents for a night of fun but that is few and far in between. Joined a sorority for support but wouldn't live in the house. Lives in the same complex as Arthur and they get along, sometimes he offers to babysit Jack. Drops off food for her when she's real busy with her studies. NEVER late to class. And besides handling ALL THIS, she'd work as a waitress at a restaurant by campus. Talk about hard working.

Sadie Adler - Agricultural Sciences

Definitely moved to live on campus from a rural town to pursue her degree. Joined the sorority early on but dorms. Suffered a breakup and found solace in the community the girls provided. Works at a local supermarket and volunteers at a community garden nearby. Her dorm is full of potted plants. Became really good friends with Arthur through Abigail, who has her over at times. I feel like she'd be asked on dates frequently but she always turns em down because she's still struggling to accept her breakup. I'm not making it a death because this AU isn't that BRUTAL. Argues with the boys often. Pearson frequents the supermarket she works at and she always makes a comment on the strange ingredients he buys. Thus leading to a weird tense air between them that they never directly address. Enjoys her coursework and never falls behind. She's on top of that shit. Also very outspoken in class.

Karen Jones - Biological Sciences

PREMED BABYYYY. On the path to becoming a nurse. She procrastinates a lot, is often late to class, BEGS her professors for extensions. Truth is she's a party girl and she will NEVER give up that party life. Constantly at several different frat parties, gets black out drunk on Saturdays, and on Sundays she's studying for her bio exam on Monday. Complains to her sorority sisters about boys, particularly Sean, to the point where they all HATE any man she gets involved with. And the next time they see Sean in public they're all glaring DAGGERS at him. Parties aside she does her work even if she puts it off... Her grades are decent, definitely passing, but everyone tells her she's gonna need to do better if she wants to go to med school. I can see her working at a retail store like Walgreens. Most miserable cashier you'll ever see. Probably lets you walk out with your items for free if she's particularly pissed off at work that day.

Tilly Jackson - Physics Major

SHE IS A SMART GIRL. One of the most hardworking on this list. Her grades are top notch and she don't play about studying. I can see her offering tutoring for math and even getting paid for it. She is not one to be underestimated when it comes to her academic abilities. Occasionally parties (aka gets dragged along by Karen) and enjoys herself, but I can't see her being a major party animal. Offers Karen lots of advice as well as helping the girls with math assignments when they need it. Joins study groups as well as math clubs. Works at a cafe on campus where Mary-Beth and Lenny visit her occasionally. Generally well organized. Has her shit together.

Mary-Beth Gaskill - Literature Major

ALWAYS has her nose in a book. Becomes extremely engaged in class discussions and has probably read every single book required for the semester already. Works at a bookstore and frequents the campus library. Is on the chiller side of partying but still accompanies the girls. She's very reserved but can be quite friendly. Writes fanfiction in the back of class while her professors think she's just passionately writing a report. Always gets extensions from Dutch, always. Even when she doesn't need em. I can see her reading a lot of philosophy books. Also an Otessa Moshfegh fan. Colleen Hoover is her guilty pleasure. Runs a blog about the books she reads. I can also imagine her being part of the school paper. Real close with Lenny as well, often hangs out with him at the cafe Tilly works at.

Molly O'Shea - Cosmetology

Shows up to her 8 AM with a BEAT face. Full face of makeup, decked head to toe in designer: designer purse where she keeps her macbook, designer shoes, outfit, accessories, etc. Probably wears brands you've never even heard of. Has a crush on Dutch, only reason she has perfect attendance in his class. Has a grudge towards Mary-Beth. Dorms for sure, even though she'd be able to afford housing nearby. The only times she's at the dorm is in the morning getting ready for class or at night to sleep. Hardly talks to her roommate either, not even a hey. Gained the stuck up rich girl reputation from her peers. Seen at cafes in between classes and is always alone. Is out of town and has been struggling to make friends. Lots of guys ask her out on dates and she only accepts when she's bored and wants a free meal. WILL make y'all go to a steakhouse, WILL order the most expensive thing on the menu.

Dutch Van Der Linde - English/Philosophy Professor

This guy definitely speaks about philosophy with a PASSION. His class is very engaging, though I do believe he'd play favorites with a few female students... This goes for both classes. Constant open ended discussions. Type of professor to ask you "but what do the blue curtains mean...?" Hardass with assignments unless you're one of those favored female students. No late assignments with him ever. You either turn it in at the deadline or you don't ever. I feel like he'd forget to take attendance frequently despite being a hardass about that too. Probably the type of professor that tries to integrate himself with the student body and try to fit in. Mildly successful.

Hosea Matthews - Theatre Professor

THE SWEETEST, KINDEST, MOST COMPASSIONATE PROFESSOR. ALWAYS excuses late assignments and very lenient, will not deduce points. His class is very fun and engaging as well! Does what Dutch tries to do and makes genuine connections with his students while keeping it professional. Tells his students they can always talk to him and come for advice. Frequently has lunch with Dutch and Susan and talks up just how great his classes are. Frequents the library and local bookstores; also goes to the cafe Tilly works at. I also feel like a lot of his relationships would have a fatherly air around them, like he's a second dad for a few of the students (we know who...).

Leopold Strauss - Business Professor

YOU CANNOT TELL ME HE WOULDN'T UGH. Probably a super boring class I'm not gonna lie. His accent would probably make it hard for some students to understand what he's saying, not to mention he probably speaks super softly and not loud enough for everyone to hear. He should've retired by now but he refuses to. There is no syllabus week with him, you got homework on the first day. But it's probably not even hard c'mon. Sean is probably the most lively thing about his class, but he's definitely falling asleep in there frequently. Always late to his own class, doesn't even say why, just gets into lecturing. NEVER seen without a cup of coffee. Sometimes there will be long moments of silence between lectures as he tries to figure out the technology. Falls asleep in his car after class.

Orville Swanson - Theology Professor

Also a super chill professor. He's probably super open to his classes about his struggles. He's able to facilitate well structured discussions and keep things civilized amongst his students. I feel like it could get boring because it's mostly lectures and slide shows but he'd still find a way to keep his students engaged, especially on discussions. I feel like he'd also be lenient about assignments, but his assignments would be rather large. Back to back papers. Type of professor to say hi to you in the halls or outside of campus and ask about your day. 10/10 guy.

Uncle - Biology Professor

How is he still working here. HOW hasn't he retired. WHY hasn't he retired. SOMEONE PLEASE make him retire. There are pros and cons. You will learn NOTHING in his class, so if you're unfortunate enough to land his class you better drop that shit as soon as possible. If you for some reason stay, you must be some sort of masochist. Probably has the best stories. As soon as you think he's about to start lecturing he goes on a tangent about a story that happened to him the other day. He has weekly tests and you might as well teach yourself the material because his ass definitely isn't doing it. Also has plenty of labs so he can leave you all to your own devices amongst each other while he sits at his desk and does who knows what. You can probably find him sleeping in a student lounge at any time of the day. Also the frat guys have definitely run into him at the liquor store.

Susan Grimshaw - History Professor/Sorority Mother

She's hard on you but only because she cares. Isn't very lenient when it comes to assignments but she's involved with her students. If she sees you struggling she'll pull you aside and ask what's up and figure out a plan to help you out in her class. Likes to remind her students she isn't their mommy but has a very motherly air surrounding her. And she is VERY on top of her girls. As a sorority mother, she makes sure they eat well, stay on top of studies, and deals with parents. Encourages the girls to keep up the general cleanliness of the house and tells them to work as a unit. Extremely proud of each of them.

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melodic-haze · 8 months ago

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Whatbthe fuck man. Why can't my classrs be cancelled over Genshin

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kazerielle · 7 months ago

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Luminous

Chapter 1

Keith Kogane x Original Character

Keith Kogane isn't unfamiliar with the existence of the reaper. Grievances from grim visited him a little too early for the comfort of his childhood to be savored. Despite his indifference, he held life with careful hands and held the yet to be reciprocated few close to catch before they get taken.

James and his so called entourage provoked the turmoil Keith tries to suppress, as per usual his temperament got the better of his jurisdiction and he started to throw a fist. At the moment, 1 vs 4 doesn't look too promising for triumph especially if the passerbys all turn blind.

The teachers choose to turn thier heads and cover their ears from his battered state. They validate their notion that such a recalcitrant child deserves that kind of treatment in order for him to be bended by their influence.

He narrowly squirmed out of their grasp and ran towards the suasive easement of the rooftop where anyone hardly took the leisure to stay idle and bask in the sun. He went there to relax, to let his newly earned bruises to set in, to take a breather, and surely the sight that greeted him took his breath away.

White socks soiled. Her milky brown hair danced along Zephyr, doused by the rose of noon, with determined furrowed brows, she is about to pull a crazy stunt to retrieve something dear: sausages cut as octopi, rice dressed with seaweed, a group of raw fish known as sushi, and soy sauce on the side to complete it.

A meal prepared by her father was taken by an audacious flying thief. She had to take it back. Moments prior, she had thrown her shoe at the bird but miserably missed and so she attempted with her remaining shoe. Trying to aim with precision and accuracy and she succeeded with doing so, the bird took a solid hit by her platform shoe. It decided to take a rest at the lower ledge of the building. Which led to an absurd looking rescue mission that can be interpreted the wrong way if you're on the ledge of a rooftop with no shoes on.

Before he could yell out his concerns that got stuck on the back of his throat for the past reactive minutes upon seeing the girl, his legs ushered him to sprint. She wasn't for him to hold but his hand tugged at the hem of her shirt with desperation like their history was something worth begging for.

Her mouth let go of a yelp, his actions startled her focus.

"Don't do it please." His voiced cracked under rigid breathing. He could hear the deafening pounding from his chest. The distance he ran from the doorstep didn't reach a two digit meter radius for him to feel this exhausted, for his knees to shake, and for his vision to become blurry.

Truth to be told, if it was any other, his adrenaline wouldn't have spiked as rapid as it did. He would've tried to talk them out of it first. Dumbfounded by the accord of his own body, he cannot fathom the reason as to why he's terrified. While she on the other hand is dumbfounded by his sudden interruption.

"I was just about to kebab that squawking nugget." She grumbles in disappointment, watching her prey flee along with her container, spooked by the commotion. She gazes longingly at her lunch as it flaps away, faltering on its way. She looks down at the beseeching form of the boy whose hand still clung to her shirt. She stared at him, her eyes demanding answers.

Regaining composure, he loosens his fingers one by one until he croaked out an apology. His eyes deters from the intense frustration of her magenta glare. Judging from her evident display of irritation his assumptions were incorrect, he took the scene as dire. It was indeed dire for her growling stomach which broke the awkward tension from building up further.

But before either one of them could address the starving matter the the sharp and repeating ringing of the school bell pained their ears.

"Just to set things straight, I wasn't gonna kill myself." A blunt reassurance from her before she ran off back to their classroom with only her socks gave Keith the yes to finally sigh in relief that he has been holding in.

Entering the boisterous room suggesting miss janet is yet to arrive for her classes after lunch, Keith immediately got halted on his tracks by a harsh pull from his collar to a violent push to the wall.

"Has your mother not taught you that ignoring others is extremely rude?" He brought out his condescending mockery for everyone to hear.

"Oh right.."

"You don't have one." His voice lowers before him along with his cronies obnoxiously guffawed. Everybody else was silent. They wanted to scold the brunette for all the harassments they'd put Keith through all this years but none of them dared defy him, they dreaded becoming his next punching bag. Their silence only fueled his conceit to keep looking down with arrogance.

Irritation brewed from her empty stomach and onto her senses of understanding and the thread that held her patience. Her ears taking in the aggravating existence of James, especially his laugh, her last will power to get it together snapped.

Eivryn sat in the first row, next to the window in front of Keith's seat so normally it would take some time for her to exit towards the door. But now, she couldn't careless about the disarrangement she caused. All that was in her mind was to sack james and ready a six feet burial for his followers to attend.

She didn't even take her chances with grabbing his collar, she immediately went and gripped at his neck. The sheer force caused his body to lose its balance and he stumbled on the ground. The swift pull on his marrow sent him paralyzed for a moment, he could move shortly after but the subconscious knowing of fear refused. Looking up with undilated pupils was all he could muster.

"And hasn't your father taught you that picking on the weak makes you look more pathetic?" Her voice low and cold. Although to portray the scorn he jeered earlier, her tone came more like a threat than a lighthearted joke. James' sidekicks were on the side along with their other classmates as they just watched the chaos unfold, they couldn't do anything due to shock.

His body stiffened, Keith knew he was incapable of fighting back for the time being but hearing that from her pained his pride more than Griffin's constant ridicule.

"Oh right..."

"You're doing this to get daddy's attention." She was looking down at him with disdain. James could see the hollows beneath her lashes as well as the faint red covered by a substance meant to conceal. He knows her for an ample amount of time to observe her usual docile demeanour and when it would expire. And he knows these past few days he has been obliviously testing her patience. Today was the last of it.

"All you do is squak your insecurities at others, keep that up and I'll be the one to personally kebab your mouth shut." Remembering the cackling crow, she couldn't help but let go of all self restraints she had on herself. And just in the nick of wrong timing, Miss Janet appears, appalled.

She expected Keith to be the one running errant as he usually does in her point of view. But no guesses were made that Eivryn, the kid who barely talks to anyone would go threatening others by their necks.

"Eivryn! We're going to the principal's office, now!"

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