#in the very beginning of the semester that he wouldn't be learning any of our names because he's been teaching too long or something

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Mm, Daddy Daddy

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: Being a student is hard. For your Master's degree, you have to contend with classes, labs, and assignments in addition to feeding yourself. You're treading water coming into the end of the Spring Semester when your roommate tells you she is breaking her portion of your lease and moving in with her new fiancé. You're left at wit's end and you're not sure how you'll make ends meet. Until, that is, a friend and colleague suggests a website called icanbeyourbaby.com. You're not sure what you'll find there, but Jake Seresin is not it. He's everything you've ever dreamed of and more. But can you keep him despite the contract the website insists you draw up? Will this ever be more than a short-term business arrangement? You hope so. Disclaimer: Female Reader, Slight BDSM, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship. This is also very clearly an AU! In this universe, Jake is a high flying, jet-setting lawyer, a very successful one. This is a story completely full of adult elements. It is for adults 18+ only. Minors Do Not Interact. Warnings: Reader gets paid for her companionship. This is a Sugar Daddy/ Sugar Baby agreement, after all. Word Count: 4354 Author Note: Hello, hello all you beautiful people! I'm insatiable and you only have @desert-fern to blame for putting this thought in my head. Fern, this one is for you! I hope you'll find yourself a Jake to entice you into studying and call you 'His Good Girl'! 🥰 😘 Also, the real ones know. The title for this fic comes from Sam Smith & Kim Petras - Unholy.

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College sucks. You love learning, and you love being surrounded by so many different, amazingly talented people. What sucks is how expensive it is. Even with a scholarship, a roommate, and not one, but two full time jobs, you're just barely making ends meet. You've just gotten out of a double shift from hell when you walk into your apartment to see that Joanna, your roommate, has her boyfriend over. They're making out on the couch, and while you'd love to ignore them, you need to make yourself dinner and then write a ten page treatise on the effects of pollution on bivalves due tomorrow during your last class for your final grade.

Just as you're pulling your last Cup Noodles out of the microwave, making a mental note to buy more tomorrow, Joanna speaks up.

"Hey, Blue." She sounds nervous for some reason. "I'm glad I caught you before you headed to your room for the night."

"Hey, Jo!" You sound about as tired as you look. "What's up?"

"Well…. Austinproposedtomeandisaidyes." Her last words are too fast for your already stressed brain.

"One more time, Jo? Slowly?" You point to your head. "My brain's kinda fried and I didn't get any of that."

"I said, Austin proposed to me and I said yes." She's proffering her left hand out to you and you can't help your own squeal of glee as you examine the ring and congratulate her.

"Umm, you're the sweetest, you know that, Blue?" Why does she sound so sad when she’s telling you such nice things? "I hate to do this to you, but, um. Well, I'm moving in with Austin this weekend. Our landlady is letting me break my part of the lease, so the place is all yours."

You just congratulate her again, and watch as she and Austin retreat to her bedroom. When the apartment is quiet again, you begin to think. You dimly note how the fork in your hands goes clattering onto the countertop as you try to mentally catalog how many extra shifts you'll need to take to make your next month's rent payment and pay for classes at the same time. But no matter how you do the math, it doesn't add up. You'd need to work more hours than there are in the day and you still wouldn't have enough money. 

It's a conundrum that continues to churn away in the back of your mind as you slurp down the cold noodles and finish writing your paper. You'll need another roommate, at the very least. But summer break has already begun, and you're not likely to find one. Los Angeles is expensive. You mull it over for weeks, even after Joanna moves out. It's your lab partner at the Marine Institute, a girl named Samantha, who suggests an unlikely idea which might just be the most likely solution.

"Create a profile on this site: icanbeyourbaby.com. It's a sugar daddy/sugar baby site. It's full of older men looking for companionship. I started it a couple of months ago and I don't have to worry about anything anymore." It's true. Sammie doesn't look stressed or tired anymore. Her clothes are all new. You thought she'd just gotten a great job, which is why you'd asked if her boss was hiring. You'd never have expected Sammie with her neon pink and yellow hair, piercings and tattoos to be a sugar baby.

You turn the thought over and over in your head, trying to puzzle another way out of your situation without going into prostitution or living in the campus library out of a duffle bag for the rest of the year. When nothing else comes to mind, you fill out a profile on icanbeyourbaby. You stay as true to yourself as you can, feeling heat in your face and ears at the extremely in depth questions about sexual experience and kinks. Finally, you add a selfie taken recently at a friend's birthday party and hit submit. The congratulations screen is so cheery that you almost immediately want to slam your laptop lid down and curl up under your blankets. 

But you don't, because right as you try to, huge cheesy letters spell out "Congratulations, you got a match!" You're then routed into a chat window. You've been matched with a user called longhornlover, and when you click onto his profile, your jaw nearly drops out of its socket. 

His name, when you read through the details, is Jake Seresin. He's a lawyer working for a law firm downtown. He's just turned 34, and you can't quote this enough, he "needs a pretty girl on his arm for galas, dinners and parties, who is intelligent and able to keep up a conversation". Is this guy for real? At least the age gap isn't too bad. He's only 11 years older than you. Money is apparently no object and when you've flipped back to the open chat window, he's already messaged you asking you to meet him for coffee. 

You can't be blamed for saying yes, right? It's way too easy to sink into chatting with Jake on the app. He's more attentive than every man you've ever spoken to and he gives you butterflies every time he messages you good morning.

The day of your first date, you wear your best dress and walk out of your building, prepared to walk to the bus stop in order to make it to your date on time. You're definitely not expecting the shining blue Porsche idling on the street or the six-foot tall man leaning elegantly against the door. Jake's even more gorgeous in person. 

You stammer all over yourself as you greet him and then allow him to help you into the car, and whisk you away. He takes you to a little coffee shop outside of the city. The hostess leads you to a secluded booth and hands you a menu that is a leather bound book with no prices anywhere on the pages. It's quiet as you order an iced coffee and hand the menu back over.

"So, Blue, can I call you that?" At your nod, he continues, "Why did you sign up? What made you consider being a sugar baby?"

"Oh, I, um. My roommate just moved out, I'm working two jobs and I don't know if I'll be able to make rent, my school fees or be able to feed myself now that she's not going to be able to split rent with me." Your voice is quiet, ashamed. You're asking a stranger for money, practically.

"You're in school, your profile said. What are you studying?" He glosses over your shame so easily. Rich people really do have different cares from ordinary people like you.

"I'm at University of Southern California - Los Angeles getting my Masters in Marine Biology and Biological Oceanography." At his inquiring glance you continue, elaborating on the program a little bit. You finish up just as your waitress drops off your coffee, twirling her manicured nails in her hair as she smiles fetchingly at Jake. It's very satisfying to see how he doesn't respond to her at all.

"Thank you for telling me about yourself." He takes a sip of his coffee. "So what are you hoping to get out of this arrangement?"

This is the question you've been asking yourself non-stop for the past few days.

"I'd like to not have to worry about whether I'll be able to eat if I pay my rent and tuition. Or if I'll be able to sleep at night if I work and still have assignments I need to complete." You sip on your coffee, praying that all of your nervous sweating hasn't exposed the raccoon circles permanently tattooed under your eyes. "W-what do you want out of this?"

"I want you to be healthy and happy. And, when I have a company party or event to attend, I want you on my arm, smiling and being just as gorgeous as you are right now." His voice is so soft that the butterflies swarm up your esophagus.

"I can do that. Um, what about, um, sex things?" Your voice drops down to a whisper as you say the last words, sinking into your chair while furtively glancing around to see if anyone heard you.

"That's all up to you. I'd love to be able to call you my girlfriend and lavish a bunch of affection on you, including making you feel good. If that's something you're not comfortable with, then let me know." Jake's green eyes are glimmering with amusement as you stutter out your agreement.

Your eyes go even wider when he fishes an iPad out of his briefcase and pulls out a contract. He goes over every inch of it with you, making changes based on your comfort level, and then you both sign. That's how you became a sugar baby.

At the beginning it was all new and exciting. Jake deposited a quarter of a million dollars into your bank account the next morning, calling it your quarterly allowance. A part of you still doesn't believe that he's real. In the six months since that day, you've gone to no fewer than five parties, dressed to the nines in designer gowns with diamonds dripping off of your fingers, throat and wrists and been swanned around as Jake Seresin's girlfriend.

You love the kisses and possessive grip he has on your waist at those events. But you're at the point in your relationship, and it is a relationship - Jake had shredded the contract months ago, where you want more. You want the sleepovers at his penthouse downtown. You want him to call you his Good Girl and mean it as you bounce on his cock. So you take matters into your own hands. One Friday afternoon you let yourself into his penthouse, glad that at least you have the keys and don't need permission to do so. You set your bookbag down on the leather ottoman in the living room and pad into his bedroom. 

Jake's bedroom is your favorite place in the entire apartment. It's all pale wood and glass. His bed sits against the sole wall, a plush pillowy California King that you love taking naps in. You walk into the gigantic walk-in closet and pull out one of his button-down shirts, a pale cream one that you love seeing on his golden skin. The fabric is rich and silky and most importantly, ever so slightly transparent. You strip off all of your clothes and swathe yourself in the silky shirt. The cool fabric has your nipples turning into firm points and as you look at yourself in the mirror, you know Jake's going to love seeing you in his clothes, too. 

Then comes the next part of your plan. You settle down on the sofa with a throw over your lap and begin to study. Even though you have seduction on your mind, it's still finals season. Now, you wait. You're completely immersed in your Marine Law class when you hear the door open and Jake walks through the door. He's got a bag of groceries in one hand and his briefcase in the other.

"Hi, doll!" He sounds exhausted. 

"Hi, Jake!" Your voice is soft as you wave at him from your blanket burrito on the couch.

"How was your day, baby?" He sounds exhausted. You answer him from the couch, barely noticing him until you feel a kiss press against the side of your head. It's Jake, now dressed in just a pair of sweats with damp hair.

"When did you shower?" You can't help the confusion in your voice as you rub at your eyes from behind the frames of your glasses.

"Twenty minutes ago, baby." You can feel the amusement in his voice. "What're you so immersed in, huh?"

"Marine law." You keep scanning the slides in front of you, ignoring how his hands are tracing across your shoulders.

"Y'know, baby doll, I am a lawyer. So you can ask me for help if you want?" You can feel your resolve flagging as he sets your laptop down, unwraps you slowly from the throw, and tugs you into his lap. His hands trail teasingly over the bar expanse of your thighs, pausing at the junction of your hips, caressing the soft bare skin there.

"What do we have here, Baby Blue?" His voice is deep and velvety as he rucks the shirt up a little, knuckles firm against your bare stomach. 

"W-wanted to wear your shirt, Daddy." You can hear the rumble of his voice as he groans, trailing his fingers over your peaked nipples and back down to the apex of your thighs.

"And the rest of your clothes?" He's got a firm grip on each thigh, tugging them apart until your bare pussy is completely exposed.

"I-I took 'em off. Just wanted to be surrounded by your scent, Daddy." Your voice is a mewl as Jake massages teasingly over your clit, the barely there touches sending even more heat coiling through your veins.

"And you decided to be my good girl and study while you waited for Daddy to come home?" His calloused fingers pluck at your nipples with each word.

"Y-yes." Your chest is heaving, your mind going fuzzy and blank as Jake's - no - Daddy's hands rob you of all thought.

"You've been such a good girl, baby doll. D'you want your reward?" The fondness in Daddy's voice has you writhing as his hands open your tight walls up for him.

"Yes please, Daddy! Please!" He lifts you up with one thick forearm before working the sweats down to his knees. Now, you can feel Daddy's cock as it glides over your weeping hole as you wriggle in his lap.

"Come sit on this cock, Blue, baby." He punctuates the order with kisses that steal the breath from your lungs. You love when Daddy kisses you like this. You tug the constricting button down off, and carefully sink down onto his hard length. Daddy's cock is so big and thick that it nearly splits you apart. Each inch has your mouth open in a silent scream, and when he bottoms out, you're sweaty and exhausted. Your skin feels too tight and electric shocks are zipping across every inch that he touches. 

Daddy takes pity on you, letting you quiet on his cock, feeling how your walls clench around his length as you settle back against his chest.

"God, look at you, baby Blue. So pretty, my good girl, impaled on Daddy's cock like that." Daddy's big hands cup your tits, and you shudder before melting further into his arms. After several moments, he leans forward, tugging your laptop back onto your lap. "Gotta make sure my good girl is comfy. That she knows daddy is here for her always. Now, you sit here and study. If you're good, I'll fuck you until you scream later."

You're already so wet and aching for Daddy, that it'll be sweet torture to spend so long impaled on his length. His cock is pressing up against all the parts that make you see stars. But you're Daddy's good girl. So you do what he says. The first few pages, you're completely distracted, wriggling around in Daddy's lap, wanting more stimulation. But eventually you fall into a flow state, Daddy's presence comforting. 

You lose time. You must, because it's dark when the laptop closes and Daddy peppers kisses across your exposed shoulders. You're still impaled on his length, each thick inch pressing against your walls in the perfect way. You're slow to respond to the teasing caresses, nuzzling against the palm of Daddy's hand sweetly.

"Aww, baby Blue. You're so good for me, doll." Daddy's voice sounds so fond and it makes a small part of you light up. His praise and gentle words make you feel even better than his cock buried in you. When he lifts you off of his length, you sob at the empty feeling, weeping cunt clenching on nothing where it had once been wrapped around Daddy.

Before you can blink, you're splayed out on your back on Daddy's comfy leather sofa. He's crouched between your legs, gazing raptly at your heat as he pets across your hips and lower belly in slow soothing strokes. 

"D-daddy?" Your voice is tiny, as you try to swivel and nudge your hips closer to him.

"Yeah, baby doll?" Daddy punctuates his words with kisses against your inner thighs and your mound. Your mind whites out a bit at the pressure as he flattens his tongue over your fluttering, wet slit. His voice is smug as he continues, "D'you want something from Daddy, baby?"

You don't get the chance to respond, though. Between one breath and the next, you're being treated like a steak dinner placed before a starving man. Daddy feels like he's everywhere. His mouth and fingers devour you whole. Your entire body feels like a live wire, warring sensations dancing like electric currents across your skin as the band in your gut winds tighter and tighter. It feels like you're on a tightrope, dangling over a cliff.

Each heaving breath feels like too much and yet not enough oxygen is entering your lungs. You're begging and babbling, tugging on Daddy's hair in graceless sweeping motions as your mind forgets how to move or do anything than be at Daddy's pleasure. It's when Daddy growls against your cunt that you cum, screaming his name as your muscles lock with the force of your orgasm.

When you come back to yourself, it's on the cool satin sheets of Daddy's big bed. You feel wrung out and exhausted, mind floaty even as your limbs struggle to cooperate. You've just managed to sit up when Daddy wanders in, holding a condensation covered glass in his big hand. You make grabby hands for him, smiling as he drags you against his chest as you sip on the cool juice in the glass. 

"How are you feeling, baby?" You nuzzle in closer, sleepily peppering kisses across his chest. 

"Feel good, Daddy. Y'always make me feel good." The kiss Daddy presses against your lips consumes you body and soul. It takes several moments before you collect your frayed strands of thought.

"B-but, what about you, daddy? Did you cum?" Your voice is soft as you take his length in your hand.

"No, Blue, baby." His breathing hitches with each pass of your hand as you work his length in your fist. "But you don't have ta'...... Ahh!"

Each stuttering breath makes your smile just a little wider. Daddy's so pretty, his tawny mane of hair spread out against the pillow as a flush spreads across his chest. His big hand is curled around your bare hip as you slowly pump his length. 

"Doll, are you just going to tease me all night?" His voice is so fond as he tugs you close.

"No, Daddy." You melt into his chest as he kisses you. Each long slow slide of his tongue plundering your mouth has you pressing yourself closer. You kiss your daddy slowly, losing yourself to the touch.

"D'you want something baby?" There are big hands on your hips, stalling every movement as you try and fail to search for friction.

"Blue!" He's laughing now, peppering kisses across your pouting face as you fight to eke some pleasure out for yourself. But no matter what you do, you don't move.

"What're you searching for, huh, baby?" You growl as a result, stilling your hips as you suck kisses down his throat. You relish in the moans pouring out of Daddy's throat, brattily ignoring the teasing path of his hands across your lower stomach and breasts.

It's the sharp sting of a hand on your ass that has you squeaking and your mouth parting from the hickey you'd been leaving on Daddy's neck.

"Oh, baby. Did that sting?" As Daddy's big hands rub over your aching ass, you arch your back and try to nuzzle closer. But all that does is bring your bare skin closer to his mouth. The first wet press of his tongue to your peaked nipples has you moaning. You're so occupied by the dual sensations of the hands kneading your ass and the wet insistent suction of Daddy's mouth on your tits that you barely notice the pinching insistent pressure as Daddy's dick presses into you.

When Daddy finally bottoms out, you're already a drooling mess. This sugar baby arrangement is the best decision you've ever made. Daddy's a million times better than your first fumbling sexual experience in your prom date's pickup. His thick hard length in you has your pussy fluttering and already has you on the edge of an orgasm. When you're tipped onto your back in the sheets and Daddy starts to move, you're completely at his mercy.

Each thrust has you taking Daddy from root to tip. The entire room is filled with the lewd slapping of sweat-slippery skin against skin. Your breaths are punched out gasps as Daddy draws your legs up to his shoulders, holding them securely against his chest with one thick forearm as the other presses insistently against your engorged clit. Each brush of his calloused fingers coats them in your wetness and tips you even further towards your orgasm. You're babbling, hardly able to keep eye contact with the piercing, intent gaze Daddy's leveling on your sweat slicked skin. You cum with a scream, back arching off the bed.

"Aww, Blue, baby. Look at you! Fucked dumb on Daddy's thick hard cock." Daddy sets your legs back down as he pulls out of you and turns you so your back is pressed against his chest.

"You're going to be good, right Baby?" You're grinding your ass back against Daddy's ass unconsciously even as Daddy wraps a hand around your throat. You love having Daddy all over you like this. Even though you just came, you can't help wanting more. He uses the extra leverage to kiss your slack mouth until a thread of saliva stretches between your mouths.

"Daddy's gonna fuck your wet little pussy just like this with a hand around this little throat until you gush for me." His voice slows to a hiss as he teasingly runs his finger through your sensitive folds. "And you, baby. You're going to tell your daddy exactly how good he feels in that pretty little pussy."

You're nodding frantically, but that's not enough for Daddy. He smacks your pussy, tapping it until you're writhing against the steel hold he's got around your waist.

"Y-yes, Daddy! Yes! I can do that!" Your voice is a high pitched keen as you sob your relief at having Daddy buried inside you again.

He starts off slow, keeping the pace teasing as he pulls out of you until just the tip is sheathed and burying himself in you over and over again. Your hands are grasping onto his arms with all your strength, as you let Daddy chase his pleasure in you. His hand is firm against your throat, the pressure making you lightheaded and the sensations setting your blood aflame. With each slap of his hips against your ass you're telling him how good he feels. He's so big and thick you can't help it.

"Blue, baby." Daddy's voice is a purring growl which has your pussy dripping even wetter as your third orgasm builds. This one is going to be even harder than the last one. His hands pinch and tug at the heavy swell of your tits as they bounce with each thrust. "Cum for me, pretty baby. C'mon. You can do it. Cum for daddy."

"Yes, Daddy. Right there! M'so close. Wanna cum on your cock. Please. Please. Please. Please." You're still babbling for permission when Daddy's hands slide down to your clit and massage on the bud in time with his thrusts. When you come, it feels like you've been struck by lightning. You see stars behind your eyes as your orgasm builds and crests, seeming to never end. You vacantly feel Daddy empty himself in your sopping cunt, but that's it.

When you wake up, it's in the big bathtub in the master ensuite. There are hands carefully massaging shampoo into your hair and the water is steaming in the quiet night air. There's a deep relaxation weighing your muscles and bones as you blink yourself awake.

"Hey, Blue. How d'you feel?" It's Dadd- no, Jake, who's making you feel good.

"I feel so good, Jake." You kiss his wrist before turning so you can kiss him. He hefts you into his arms, not caring in the slightest that you're dripping soap and water all over his floor.

"You're back up, huh, baby?" At your nod, he kisses you before continuing. "I know you told me you've never been so far down before. And it definitely wasn't discussed. Was that okay, for you?" He sounds so worried as he sits on the tile with you dripping all over him.

"I'm perfect, Jakey. Perfect. It was everything I needed and more. If you liked it, I'd love to be your Baby Blue again?" You hope he'll agree. You love being Daddy's baby and brat.

"Absolutely, you can. But for the rest of tonight, how about we curl up on the sofa? I made some pasta and garlic bread." He grins at your nod before joining you in the tub again. This? You wouldn't give this up for anything in the world.

"Hey, Blue?" He sounds sated and sleepy.

"Yeah, Jake?" You cuddle closer to him and kiss his skin.

"Move in with me?" He sounds nervous. Like you’d reject him? After everything you’ve built a relationship with him? Not possible. You can’t believe what he’s asking you. You can’t even pretend to think about it. Your mouth runs away before your brain even processes the words screaming,  "YES!" while you kiss him until he’s breathless again. This man? You’re going to keep him forever.

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Traveling Teacher

Ship: Mark (NCT) x fem reader.

Traveling teacher, non idol au

Word count: 1585

Warnings: reader has very anxious thoughts at the beginning.

A/N: random story I started months ago. I hope you all enjoy this random story. I wanted to write something for Mark, because he's just adorable. I'd love feedback on what you think of this story.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. That's all you kept repeating in your head. You had to calm down, it was going to be alright. He would be here any minute, he was just running late. He wouldn't have asked you here just to stand you up, or would he? This couldn't be another prank.

 Leaning forward you rested your head in your hands. Trying to focus on the things around you to ground yourself. You felt the slight breeze around you. The sound of the birds, and the city. The wooden bench beneath you. The feel of the gravel under your shoes. The light weight of your jacket across your shoulders.

The anxiety of the situation seemed to decrease as you focused on the things around you. The sound of shoes against the gravel sounded calming.

"____, You actually came." his words pulling you back to the present, immediate relief flooded through your chest. You looked up to see him smiling at you, he seemed pleased.

"Of course, you asked me to come." You smiled as you stood up dusting off your dark jeans, fixing the hem of your shirt and adjusting the light jacket. You felt lightly undressed. He looked like a model, per usual. His perfectly styled, yet messy hair swept back from his forehead, the leather jacket over a vintage band shirt, and a pair of jeans.

"I wasn't sure that you would actually show." his eyes on the ground as his fingers ran through his hair. His eyes then met yours. "You're usually really reserved, I was afraid I might have scared you off, saying it was a date. I'm glad it didn't." his eyes becoming little crescents, as he gave a genuine smile.

The butterflies in your stomach seemed to swarm, as he guided the way. You started down the path towards the main part of the park.

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Mark was a traveling music instructor, so he came to the primary school twice a week to teach beginning band, and choir. Being an office aid you saw him when he picked up his badge checking in for his class, and when he returned his badge. 

The first day he came in, he took you by surprise. The last traveling teacher was a grumpy older man, Mark however was literal sunshine, always kind and friendly to everyone he came across. The children adored him, and all the ladies at the school gushed over him, single or not.

In the few words you would exchange as he checked in and out, you slowly got to know him. You both shared a love for music, especially live music. Last week when he mentioned going to the free concerts in the park you talked with him about some of the ones you attended last summer. That's when he invited you to join him for the mini festival of cover bands that weekend. Completely ignoring the other flirtatious aid, who offered to go in your place, being as you 'didn't get out much'. He just smiled and looked back at you, stating it would be a great getting to know you date. After that he left. You were as red as a tomato, laughing internally at your coworker who was now insisting that there was something wrong with him.

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"We haven't ever discussed what made you want to be an office aid at a school" Mark noted, as you strolled towards the outdoor amphitheatre.

"Truthfully I never planned on being an office aid" you laughed. "I wanted to do something with kids, but I didn't want to teach. I considered being a school librarian, but every job I applied for fell through. Then someone my mom knew was retiring from being an office aid, and my mom gave her my resume. I got a call for an interview for a job I never applied for. They ended up hiring me immediately after my interview. I guess the rest is history."

"They must've known you'd be great with kids." He remarked as he guided you towards the small seating section.

"I'm not so sure. I think they needed someone who was kind, but had a firm hand. So I got the job."

"I've seen you with some of those kids. Even the troublemakers listen to you." He praised as he motioned towards the reserved seats in the third row off to the side.

"I'm nowhere near as good with them as you are. You helped Jin get into that special summer program, which I never expected to happen. Especially after he flushed Mrs. Kim's prized fish last year." You praised back as you both took a seat.

"I heard about that." He chuckled. "Jin has a lot of potential, he just didn't know how to direct it. All I did was guide him, and help him on the right path."

"Is that why you became a traveling teacher?"

"Actually, no." He let out a small laugh. "I was supposed to be in Law school. After the first semester I knew I couldn't handle it. I had been tutoring kids in music lessons when I decided I would just try that path. I must say I feel like I make more of a difference now, then I would've as a lawyer."

"You do make a huge difference at my school. The kids are always excited when they get to have Mr. Lee's class. We also have less absences on the days you teach."

"I don't know that I make that much of a difference." His ears turned a slight pink.

"You do. I'm sure we will see many kids in the music industry in the future because of you." 

"Guys look it's Mr. Lee, and Miss ____." A child yelled from behind you. The two of you turned in your seats,, to see a few students getting settled in the grass a ways behind you. You both smiled and waved.

"I bet they are on a date!" Another said loudly, your eyes looked down, as you turned around in your seat. The blush was apparent on your cheeks. As Mark made a big scene of stretching and putting his arm around you. A light giggle left your lips as you looked over at him, with a questioning look.

"What?" He asked, and you glanced at his arm then back up to his face. "The kids have to learn somehow. This is how to be smooth." he nodded then did an over the top wink. You laughed again, covering your face with one hand, shaking your head. He was anything but subtle or smooth.

Soon the music started, the energy pulsed through the air. You both sang and danced along to cover after cover. The first band played music your parents listened to.

The second band played music from the early 2000s which Mark ended up serenading you with.

Between bands you just sat, and talked. He found out your favorite movie. You found out he loves cookies and cream Ice Cream.

The last band was a big band 1950s style cover band. During a slower song Mark spun you around, dancing between the rows of seats.

The mini festival seemed to end as soon as it began. The sun had started to pitch in the sky, when Mark asked you to join him for dinner. With a nod of your head you both set off towards the main road in search of food.

"Can I ask you a question?" Mark asked, as you both strolled the main walkway.

"Of course" you looked towards him, curiously.

"If I were to hold your hand would it make you uncomfortable? I mean if you don't want to we don't have to. I mean this is our first date. If you want to consider it an official date. I am but..." he stumbled over his words, he seemed as panicked as you felt. Your lips slightly turned upwards as you reached for his hand.

"We never know unless we try right? That's what I tell the kids." you stated with a small nod, as his fingers encompassed yours. His thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand as you walked together.

"That's a good way to look at it. I like the way you look at things. I've noticed that you like to look for that silver lining." He noted, as he glanced towards you, slightly bumping you with his shoulder.

"I have to, it's the only way to keep the storm clouds from taking over." the words came out before you could stop them. His hand gently squeezing yours.

"Storm clouds are part of life. I've encountered my fair share of storms, but most people dwell on the storms." His words settled in your skin. "You don't seem to though."

"It takes rain to make a rainbow." You said quietly, taking a deep breath. "I've been through a lot of storms, some destroyed me. Though those I've learned as the storms come to try to make the best of it, because I know there is a rainbow coming."

He paused his stride, softly pulling your hand making you stop, you turned to face him. His smile was genuine and pure. The setting sun gave him a warm glow.

"You know, I'm starting to think you're my rainbow." His soft words made you melt.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks and ears, as you looked towards the ground. Then back into his eyes. "You might be mine as well"

[kpophours]

One Love || part I

➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight mentions of loss and death

➵ word count: 3k

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You knocked on the slightly ajar door in front of you. 

It was just a plain, white door - not a fancy oak one or something like that, which you had always imagined the door of a professor's office to look like. This one pretty much looked like any other normal office door. 

"Please enter.", a deep, male voice answered and you immediately pushed open the door, following the invitation. 

"Well, hello there, how can I help you?" A brown-haired, handsome man with dark eyes smiled at you, closing the book he had just looked at. "Professor Kim? I'm Y/N, your new scientific assistant.", you answered, smiling a bit shyly. Immediately, his face lit up und he circled his desk to shake your hand. "Ahh yes, of course! It's so nice to finally meet you in person - please, have a seat." His smile widened even more and he gestured towards one of the black chairs in front of his desk, taking a seat himself. 

"Thank you."  You smiled again and handed him your documents, which he quickly looked over.

"Great, everything seems to be in order! As today is your first day, we don't want to overwork you immediately, so I thought I'd start with giving you a tour around our beautiful campus and introduce you to some colleagues and then, I’m going to show you my most recent research papers, which you can have a look at for the rest of the day. Sounds good to you?" 

You smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect, Professor Kim." 

"Ah, please - we'll have to work closely together, so just call me Inseong. I hope I can call you Y/N?", he said, simply waving his title aside and smiling at you.

"Of course, Prof- uh, I mean, Inseong." you answered, returning his smile and following the tall man out of the office.

The campus was really beautiful, full of old brick buildings as well as some more modern looking office buildings. The library was a towering, imposing structure which reminded you more of a church than an actual university building - and you immediately fell in love with it. The whole university reminded you a bit of Hogwarts, so you felt like walking through a dream. Only a handful of students seemed to be hanging out on campus today, but that wasn’t really surprising - the new semester hadn't started yet. 

"And this is the most important building out of all of them - the cafeteria.", Inseong explained, ending his tour with a grand gesture towards one of the more modern looking buildings. You laughed and he smiled, really liking the sound, bright and fresh so early in the morning - he already knew working with you would be a pleasure, you were open-minded, talkative, funny and seemed to be pretty laid-back. He couldn’t wait to hear your thoughts on his next big research project.

"Well, I think I'm going to like working here. The atmosphere is truly amazing - and the campus is beautiful, I always love when buildings have a certain... history to them.", you told Inseong just before you entered the History department again and smiled up at him, looking around and taking a last deep breath of autumn air, before pushing inside. 

"Well, you can definitely say this about these buildings! Ahh, I'm truly just so glad you're finally here. I really do need a helping hand and I'm sure we'll become a great team. Are you maybe interested in having dinner with me tonight? I could show you around our little town, if you like." Inseong immediately saw you withdrawing upon hearing his proposal. "I mean as friends of course! I am definitely not interested in dating at the moment, I simply don't have the time!", he quickly explained further, sheepishly ruffling his hair and smiling down at the you. 

You exhaled, relieved. "Oh, well... sure, I'd like that, then." Your attitude quickly changed back to your usual self and Inseong began gnawing on his lower lip. He meant it, he really wasn't interested in dating anyone at the moment - you were nice, intelligent and rather beautiful, but he knew a relationship with him would be a doomed one - because of his secret. He was a werewolf and therefore had a mate - somewhere out there in this world. It was possible that he would never meet her of course, but if he did... well, every other woman in the world would simply fade into the background, no matter how much she had meant to him before. He didn't want to risk breaking anyone's heart, so he always tried to keep his distance. And this would obviously also apply to his new research assistant.

The rest of the day passed rather quickly. You were able to work through a few of Inseong’s research papers without much difficulty, already pointing out some weaknesses - he had been right, you truly were the right person to help him. You were incredibly bright and quickly came to the right conclusions - Inseong knew you’d improve his little research team in just the right way.

The walk around town in the evening was very enjoyable as you had a lot to talk about. Inseong found you very easy to talk to, your witty sort of humor entertaining him greatly. He learned that you had grown up in a rather small village together with an older brother and your parents. Your childhood had been filled with good memories, up until your grandfather died - your family had been torn apart by the loss, one of your uncles and your mother hadn't talked to each other in years afterwards. You hadn’t been allowed to play with your cousins anymore - one of which had been like a brother to you, as you were the same age. Your mother had died when you were 15, as well as your maternal grandmother a few years later, to which you had been very close after losing your mother so early. You didn't really get along with your older brother, but loved your father beyond words. 

Inseong also found out that you loved to read, listen to music and to travel, that you liked baking but not cooking and that your favorite animals were wolves (oh, the irony) and penguins. Inseong in turn told you about himself as well - that he had been raised by a very large family, that no, he had no "real" siblings, but was living together with a bunch of people now - a somewhat adopted family, he called them. Some were working in town, some were still students at university - none of them being a student of his, of course - and they were close like brothers, living together in a big old farmhouse outside of town, deep into the woods. He told you he also liked reading, but was more into historical fiction, something you rarely decided to read. 

You noticed how much you already liked your new boss and began to really look forward to working with him and the rest of his team.

It was already completely dark and rather late, when you finally finished your dinner and left the cozy restaurant. "Well, thank you very much for this evening, Inseong - I had a lot of fun. Just one last question: do you happen to know about a car repair shop around here? I just bought a car and it seems to be in pretty good shape, but the previous owner said I should get it checked as soon as possible - just to be sure." 

The tall man grinned and nodded. "I know just the guy for you - he actually lives with me! His name is Youngbin and he owns the best and biggest repair shop in town. I think I have his business card with me, just a second..." He searched through his wallet, finally finding said card and handed it to you. "Kim Youngbin, CAR REPAIR SHOP.", you read out loud, "Oh perfect, thank you! I'll call him tomorrow and ask for an appointment." But Inseong waved that aside. "I'll just tell him you'll come over after work tomorrow and he'll have a look at your car. I'm sure that won't be a problem." 

"Are you sure?", you asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, I'll tell him tonight - he’s a night owl and most definitely still awake.", Inseong answered and smiled at you.

You returned it immediately. "Well, thank you! That's really nice. I'll see you tomorrow at the office, then?" 

"Yes. I'll bring coffee - a latte for you?", he asked, car keys already in hand.

"I’d prefer a cappuccino, thanks. And can I interest you in a muffin or bagel?", you replied and he grinned.

"Oh, you absolutely can." 

"Then that's what I'll bring.", you said with a smile - and with that, you parted ways. 

When you got home, you immediately threw off your shoes and jacket, quickly tumbling into your big, comfy bed - the jet lag still hadn't fully disappeared and you were completely exhausted. Minutes later, you were already fast asleep. 

Inseong on the other hand wasn't nearly as tired as you when he came home - he also wouldn't have been able to get any sleep yet. The house was full of his brothers and some of their mates, it was apparently time for their monthly movie night again. 

"Inseong, there you are! We were almost beginning to miss you - don't tell me you were working until now?!", Jaeyoon immediately greeted him when he entered the living room. He was one half of the, how Inseong silently called them, ‘chaos line'. 

"Well, he probably wasn't one a date, so where else could he have been?", Dawon, the other half of said line, grinned and struck out his tongue at the older man. 

"Don't be mean.", his mate Ava immediately scolded, wacking him over the head and smiling apologetically at the older man, who just rolled his eyes. 

"I actually was out, just so you know." 

"ON A DATE?!", the tallest of the bunch, Rowoon, almost shouted, surprise written all over his handsome face. All fell silent, gaping at Inseong who had turned slightly red. "No, don't be ridiculous. I just had dinner with my new scientific assistant, that's all. She's new in town and doesn't know anyone yet, so I showed her around a bit." 

"Ohhh, is she pretty?", Kate, Jaeyoon’s mate, asked, smiling brightly just as Dana, Chani’s mate, asked: "Is she nice?" 

"I don't see what her looks have to do with anything, but yes - she is very pretty. But more wha’s even more important, she is nice, yes - thank you, Dana.", Inseong answered, making Kate pout. Jaeyoon grinned and slung his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. 

"Who's pretty and nice?", a male voice behind Inseong suddenly asked and Youngbin entered the living room, hands still full of grease from repairing cars all day. 

"Inseong’s new assistant.", Rowoon explained immediately. 

"Scientific assistant, there's a difference.", the older man automatically corrected, "She's writing her doctor's thesis as well as joining my research team." 

“So she's intelligent.", Zuho guessed. 

"Oh, highly so. I think she'll be able to improve my papers greatly.", Inseong confirmed and Youngbin whistled. "Coming out of your mouth... she must be half a genius." He cracked a slightly crooked smile, indicating his irony. 

"But she's not your mate, I guess.", Rowoon said and everyone fell silent again. 

"No, she is not. But something about her... I don’t know. Her scent indicates something, but I can't put my finger on it.", Inseong explained thoughtfully, staring into nothing, before shrugging, "Maybe I'm wrong, who knows. I'll go and try to get some sleep now - you guys don't stay up too late, okay?"

Everyone nodded, before looking at the big screen in front of them again. 

"Ah, by the way - Y/N needs someone to check her car, so I told her she could come by at your repair shop after work tomorrow and you'll have a look. I hope that's alright with you?", Inseong said to Youngbin and his alpha just shrugged, before nodding. "Sure. I'll be around the shop until 8pm at least, I think.", he answered.

"Perfect, Y/N will be glad to hear that. Good night then.“ With that, Inseong left their living room.

It was bitterly cold the next day. 

You already froze half to death when you hurried along the sidewalk to get to your car. Your breath formed tiny white clouds in front of you and you cursed yourself for not having thought about bringing your gloves. They were still in one of the few unpacked boxes inside your new apartment - but who could have guessed that the temperature would drop so low just over night? Not you, that much was obvious. You were glad that your car started pretty quickly, even though it was a such an old one - a black VW golf cabrio from the 90s. Back home you had driven a newer model, a shiny, silver VW polo, but now you were on a tighter budget. You just hoped that the repair shop wouldn't find any real damage tonight. 

When you finally arrived at work, your car was already cozily warm and you felt much better. You had quickly stopped at a little café not far from campus to obtain the promised muffins and bagels for Inseong and yourself and now you were rushing towards the office so you wouldn't be late for your second day. 

Inseong was already seated behind his desk when you arrived - a bit out of breath, you should really start your workout routine again - and immediately began to smile when he saw you, his dark eyes forming little crescents. "Good morning, Y/N. Slept well?" 

You grinned back, placing the food on top of the table. "I did, thank you. But I was a bit shocked when I stepped outside this morning, if I'm being honest. Such a radical temperature drop over night!" 

"Well, that does happen sometimes in this state.”, Inseong confirmed, reaching behind him and handing you a steaming cup, ”Here, take your coffee - it'll heat you up." You deeply inhaled the familiar scent, smiling slightly and thanking him, before taking a seat behind you own desk. 

You spent the next few hours in comfortable silence, with only a few interruptions whenever you had questions about the research. At around 2pm, Inseong and you had lunch at the cafeteria, where you also met up with a few other professors and their research assistants, before returning to your work. At 6.30pm, Inseong finally yawned, stretched and turned off his desk light. "Well, that's it for today. Let's go home - or in your case, let’s go to the repair shop. Youngbin knows you're stopping by, so he'll be waiting for you." 

"Ah, perfect, thank you so much, Inseong! I'll see you tomorrow, then.", you answered and smiled at him. 

"Yes, have a nice evening, Y/N." With that, he shot you a wink and left the office.

You didn't have much trouble finding the repair shop, even though you usually didn't have the best sense of direction. But earlier that day, Inseong had shown you the way on Google maps and as the shop was just a few blocks away from campus, you found it rather quickly. You parked your car in front of one of the many garages, got out and looked around a bit helplessly. The shop was much larger than you had expected and you weren’t exactly sure where to go now - the front entrance was dark, but you saw light coming from the inside of one of the garages. Still, you decided to try the front entrance first - which was already closed as you quickly found out. Finally, you knocked against the door of the illuminated garage. 

"Hello?", you asked as you carefully pushed open the door, "Is anyone here? Mr. Kim? I'm Y/N - Inseong said you could help me with my car?" 

From under the car, a person emerged, clad in heavy worker boots, a greyish tank top and an overall whose upper part was loosely tied around narrow hips. The man was tall when he stood up, his well-toned arms even more prominent thanks to his tight muscle shirt. He wore his black hair in a slight undercut and sported dark, smoldering eyes. 

He didn't return your smile when he saw you - no, he looked a bit shocked and taken-aback upon spotting you. 

"Mr. Kim?", you asked, getting a bit shy now and ducking your head when you saw his almost critical gaze. "Oh, uh - yes, I'm Youngbin." His voice was a bit rough, which caused a shiver to run down your spine. Your heart began to pound faster and your breath caught. 

Dear Lord, he was hot. 

You’d never felt such immediate attraction towards anyone ever before. 

"Hwi, can you take over, please? I have to... go." With that, Youngbin almost ran away from you, leaving you somewhat bewildered behind. Suddenly, another, younger man emerged from behind a car, sporting long, messy hair and a sweet gummy smile. "Hey there, you must be Y/N. I'm Hwiyoung, Youngbin’s helping hand. Sooo, you want us to have a look at your car?", he asked without batting an eye at his boss’ weird behavior.

You just nodded, still flabbergasted thanks to Youngbin’s strange exit. "Uh, yes, that would be great. There's nothing wrong with it - or at least not something I, someone who knows pretty much nothing about cars, can see. But the previous owner said it would be better to have it checked by a car shop.”, you finally explained and Hwiyoung nodded, taking the car keys from you and turning to leave the garage. "You can stay here, if you like. It will take about half an hour to check if anything's broken or faulty.", he said over his shoulder, smiling at you. 

"Oh... well, thank you? I just...", you trailed off, looking around the garage.

"The office is just around the corner. Ask Youngbin to make some coffee or tea. I'll be back as soon as I can." With that, he grinned one last time before leaving you behind. 

You just stood there, undecided for a few seconds, before sighing deeply and finally making your way towards the office.

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[critlitcomwriter]

Reflection Paper

Throughout the semester in English 206-04, I was given more reading and writing assignments than I have had in all of my English classes combined. Granted, I have taken 4 but that is not the point. This was not a wretched thing for me. It may have been tedious but I looked forward to reading about a new topic each week. This is a new concept for me. My love for reading had died the second I stepped foot on my high school's campus. I have gained a plethora of not only rhetoric and writing skills but a renewed appreciation for storytelling. After an assignment, I would go to my housemates room and beg him to argue with me on the plot. We would always try to one up each other on knowing the history or hidden meaning, as if we knew the slightest thing about living through the Holocaust (Maus 1 was amazing).

The most effective and entertaining story was hands down Maus 1. The first obvious reason being the formatting of the book. I grew up a huge comic buff and could truly appreciate the author's illustrations. The second reason being it reminded me of my family, specifically my father. Vladek, Art’s dad, was literally the exact same person as my father. My dad is stingy with money, lived through a war in a third world country, had his rights taken from him, and now lives in PTSD, refusing to get therapy. It truly hit home on multiple occasions and even brought me to have a conversation with my dad about his experiences in Albania. The third reason I found the story to be entertaining is because I grew up with a non-practicing Jewish family. My great uncle had suffered through the holocaust and escaped. One of my biggest regrets was being too young before he died because I never had the chance to ask him about his experiences.

Writing on a blog feels like something I am so used to, therefore it made it easier to write for these examples. I was able to change the tone in my posts to fit my blogs theme which also made it extremely easier. I personally love being able to use gifs and images to help guide the reader into what they are about to read. I won’t read articles (unless I am forced) without some sort of imagery. Using multimodal composition allowed me to be creative and being able to post on a blog, made it even easier to reach out to my audience. On tumblr, my audience is people of my age that are interested in the same weird things I am. The blog posts made me feel like I could really speak without holding myself back. I would compare it to an open mic night at a coffee shop. You aren't afraid of what people are going to think because they are here because they want to be and they are also going to be taking the microphone soon.

I took this class because one of the attorney’s I worked with said, “To improve your rhetoric and business writing before law school is the most valuable thing you can do.” Sure enough, it was quite valuable. I am taking 4 business classes besides this English class and have had over 30 papers over this semester. I just finished my final 10 page paper for my business negotiations class and did not struggle in the writing department at all. Sure the research and time I had to put into the paper was tedious but I feel like my grammar has improved immensely since the beginning of this class, which has made it so much effortless and even a bit tranquil to write long papers. This class has prepared me for my capstone, law school, and even business contracts when the time comes, which I am so appreciative of.

Logos is the most important rhetorical device I have become familiar with in this class. That is my personal opinion and applies only to myself because that is my preferred rhetorical device when entering an argument. I do not find any argument to be well grounded, sustainable, or justifiable without statistical and factual evidence to endorse your premise. Of course ethos (credibility) and pathos (emotional appeal) can be extremely helpful as well, but having those traits can only be valuable for so long without doing your due diligence. Knowing your audience and utilizing your best voice is also extremely important. Without this information you are forced to assume how you must speak and what you should be careful speaking about. Then comes style which is paramount to how the audience hears your arguments which is principal in any negotiation.

Remote learning has been both a blessing and a curse this semester. On the positive side, I have been able to travel more, and when I say travel I mean go on hikes and adventure to new places. Of course, I am held back by coronavirus restriction but I think not being on such a strict schedule in regard to needing to be in a psychical class at a specific time has helped with my mental health. I am also sleeping more which I wouldn't be able to do If I could only nap for 5 minutes then have to wake up an hour before my class to look presentable. If I am not feeling myself that day, I can just turn off my camera and stay cozy in bed while still learning. On the down side, in person class helps to build relationships with your instructors and peers. I am a very social person and this year has been lacking in that department. I think I know maybe 1 person in each of my classes but that is nothing compared to when I am in a physical class.

I had never considered myself to be a writer, even now I hardly would. If I were to ever need to label myself in a category of writing, I would say I enjoy story telling. I like Star Wars and Lord of the Rings and although I have never been able to write about something so science fiction, I think I would really enjoy it. I know this now because of our utopian society project. I was in charge of breaking down each section of the society and It forced me to think about all the amazing worlds I could make up in my head. If I had the time, money, and guarantee that I wouldn't be rejected, I would commit myself to writing a book but as of now, it's not in the cards. Maybe later on after I have created a financially stable life for myself in retirement, I could write as a hobby. Only time will tell.

[kpop-bg-roleplay]

you answered so fast! I look forward to this story haha and thanks for letting me write all my ideas haha I'm happy you like the plot I thought of!

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Lina was standing in front of a mysterious house in the middle of the wood with a rusty golden key in hand. Their backpack was full of materials they didn't know existed or were of any use other than in fairy tales.

The portal behind them vanishing the wind messing with their curly light brown hair. They couldn't go back to France now, they had to begin this adventure.

When they found out about their powers two three days, they wouldn't have thought that everything would go so rapid.

You must wonder how they found out about their powers? Let's just say the cat learnt how to fly in the middle of the night after they caressed him.

Lina was confused, shocked, worried, and amused, nevertheless, they didn't know how to discuss it with their parents. They believed they would tell them they were utterly out of their mind, however, the reaction they got from both of them astonished them. Instead of a frustrated and annoyed expression, their parents held a worried and caring one.

That is when they found out about their ancestors and the few people who were witches in our modern world. You could say they needed some time to process everything.

"You will have to leave for awhile." Their father stated attempting to keep his voice stable. Their eyes widening at the sudden information.

"We know someone who will be able to protect you and help you learn how to control your powers." Their mother continued pressing her lips together nodding.

They didn't question anything out loud. Who did they had the necessity to be protected from? Where did they were sent to? They were only seventeen after all.

They looked around their surroundings. Trees going from miles away and no trace of humanity around them. They queried if they landed at the right place.

Lina glanced once again at the massive wooden door in front of them tightening their grip on their luggage nervously sighing.

They squinted their hazel eyes and saw a note on the door. "Open the door to your destiny." was written on the parchment. They guessed they had to enter. Therefore, they used the key their parents gave them.

They ground began to softly shake before it opened underneath them. Letting a startled and shrieking scream, they began to fall. They tried hard to grap on some ropes around them but they only fell deeper. Suddenly they hit the ground or more like the mattress.

Lina had landed on a bed. Their belongings neatly placed around the bedroom, even their plushy. They glanced down at their attire. The witch wasn't wearing the same clothes. They were in a school uniform with a skirt and a dark blue blazer.

"What the hell..." They murmured raising their eyebrows before getting up and composition themselves. Their glasses that they forgot back at home were on the table beside their bed.

"Where am I...?" They thought putting their glasses on allowing them to see clearer.

All of sudden the door of the room opened revealing a joyful old lady wearing at apron. Lina didn't notice anything except that she was in the presence of a stranger, although she didn't appear to be a threat Lina was still wary of her.

"Sunshine, you finally arrived! Last time I saw you, you couldn't even walk yet!" The woman stated waving her wand around which the teenager hadn't remarked at first.

They were frozen in place as the lady walked towards them her arms stretched giving the witch a warm embrace which Lina returned automatically. They felt strange, they felt as if they were meant to be here, they felt at home.

"Now, young apprentice, you need to go to school. Even if you are a witch you still need a proper education and I see my spell worked. Sorry for not answering the door but the spell only work through portals. At least you are already in your uniform." The shorter woman rambled straightening her apprentice clothes.

Eventually, she placed a hand on the teenager's back pushing them forward. Waving her wand, Lina's backpack flew into their arms as the necessities for a school day were flying around and landing into the backpack.

"Wait!" Lina stopped taking a long breath. "Are you Minkyung by any chance? Everything is just going way to fast right now, to say I found out three days ago I was Harry Potter... without the dead parents though which is cool! It's... stressing me out a bit. It is kinda funny don't get be wrong but... I need explanations." They finished, rambling nervously as Minkyung stared at them in a motherly manner as she rubbed the teenager's arm softly.

"I don't have the time to explain anything at the moment. Just understand you are safe here, I'll be your teacher. Right now you need to go to school, you need to head to school or you'll be late. The address is on your phone but you'll be there through this door." The black short haired lady informed.

Grabbing her wand she tapped three times on the majestic wooden door with silver engravings. A bright light emanated from it which vanished as fast as it came.

"All you need to know right now is that you are a new student at Seoul Art and Technology High School. You take dancing as a subject too. Obviously one of the reason why you are doing to this school. Everything about your life is not a secret except you being our little Harry Potter as you said. Everything is already fixed with the principle and you only need to head to class 153." She smiled and opened the door where a blue clouded portal was hiding.

"Have a wonderful day, sunshine! Try to make some friends!" Minkyung exclaimed as she pushed Lina through the portal as they fell once again. However, they didn't have the time to scream as when they opened their hazel greenish eyes again, they were standing in front of Seoul Art and Technology High School's door entrance.

However, they felt something in their hand. Why were they holding a bottle of water? She believed Minkyung might have placed it into their hand therefore guessed it was safe for them to drink the content. She needed something to freshen their mind.

As they took a long gulp of water, they began to notice what the students were saying. However, they were speaking in Korean... Lina had never learnt the language prior. It was a potion! They could speak and understand Korean fluently.

"How did I not think about the language barrier... thankfully Minkyung was there or I would have been clueless the whole day." They chuckled putting the bottle of water back into their backpack.

They sighed once again and entered the school gulping nervously.

Their feet was walking for them as their mind was somewhere else. Lina still couldn't process what was happening. Their life was completely normal and bland tree days ago but they had to pet their cat and now they are a witch.

"Do I need a magic wand or can I just do tricks with my hands? It was really how the cat flew away hahaha. I should be more serious anyway, how could I laugh instead of thinking "oh the cat is flying, Lina it's not normal!"..." Their trails of thought continued until they were the last student to arrive to classroom 153. "Oh my god, here I am..."

"Hello, Lina! I am your teacher for the year, it is really nice to have you in our class." The teacher said, giving the teenager her best smile.

"It is really nice to meet you too, miss." They simply said not confident with their new born Korean.

Both of them entered the class. Lina's heartbeat quickened all of sudden. Everyone was looking at them as they tried to keep a friendly aura.

"Hi, everyone! We have a new student for the year. Please would you introduce yourself?" Asked the teacher as she sat behind her desk staring the teenager.

"Hi... My name is Lina, I'm from France, so yeah, I can speak French. And... I major in dancing here... It's nice to meet all of you!" They greeted rather loudly at the end as they were nervous.

The teacher extended her hand to a seat at the back of the class which was behind a silver haired boy who was very attentive when Lina was presenting themselves.

Lina walked to the seat and plopped themselves on it, dropping their bag on the floor quietly. They placed their school materials on the table but noticed they forget to take their pencil cases.

"Magic is forgetful I see..." They thought as they sighed and hesitated for fifteen minutes. Fortunately, the teacher was solely presenting the subjects they would be studying with her this semester.

Eventually, Lina let out a breath and softly tapped on the silver haired boy's shoulder. He turned around as his friend did too. They didn't expect that much attention on them just for a pencil.

"Hi, excuse me... well I don't know your name. Anyway, do you have a pencil to give me please. I was running late his morning and forget my pencil case... please?" They wondered not able to read the student's facial expression until it suddenly broke into a joyful and friendly grin.

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A French exchange student? It wasn’t often that they’d see an exchange student, especially from the West - France, no less - so both vampires were attentive, listening to everything that was being said. As the pair shared a look, there was one defining thought that they clearly shared with much of the class; they’re this fluent?

Sunoo had brought out his own pencil case, organising his desk before opening his notebook; getting down the subjects they would be studying that year would definitely help with buying the appropriate textbooks. He learnt that lesson the first time he had to retake education. The pureblood aging process was like that of a snail, and while the concept of looking young for centuries was appealing, Sunoo - and much of the others - didn’t appreciate the need to remain in high school while they still looked like teenagers.

“Hmm?” As both Jungwon and Sunoo turned in canon of each other, Jungwon nodded in realisation as it finally registered what they were asking. Likewise, Sunoo’s blank expression broke into a smile as he nodded and reached for a spare pencil. Handing the stationary over, he smiled.

“Here you go! Oh; I’m Sunoo, and that’s Jungwon~. Lina, right?”

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Sunday, 6th of June, 2021

"I have no clue what quote to use anymore." - Miriam Jaffari

I think by now almost everyone knows that I want to continue with high school education (VO) when I get to the craftsman phase. I already knew I wanted to become a history teacher when I applied for TC. Because of this, I thought I would learn most during my VO internship, and not so much during my PO internship. I was wrong. My growth at the VO internship was very slow-paced compared to PO. The lockdown also played a very big part in this, but it also didn’t help that I had to change subjects after the first semester.

I started out with Nick, who teaches social studies and religious education. Nick was very chill, so I was always able to do something during class. I would take over parts of his class, a bit of explanation or checking homework with the class. Because of this, I didn’t have any self-made lesson plans. We would discuss what I would do during class and he would give me oral feedback afterwards. Working like this helped me grow in little ways. When the country went into full lockdown, things got a little harder. I observed Nick’s online classes, but they often consisted of 15 minutes of explanation and 30 minutes of work time. He had two parallel classes on Thursdays, so I would often observe one class and then teach the second. I wanted to do more and eventually asked him if I could. I ended up helping Nick with grading some big assignments and creating a three-part lesson series (appendix 8) that the students could listen to at home. I think a lot of us use a lot of different things to teach our students, like PowerPoint presentations, online quizzes (Kahoot, LessonUp, Socrative, et cetera), but teaching online and creating lessons that they can complete at home themselves is very different.

I really wanted to know if my lessons were effective, so after the first lesson, I asked my students to fill in a survey (appendix 9). When you’re teaching and your students are right in front of you, it’s easier to see if they can follow along, if you’re too fast or too slow, if they understand what you’re saying, et cetera. When you’re teaching online, or when you’re not there at all, it’s hard to know all of this. In my survey, I asked my students whether the tempo was alright, and the explanation was clear. Luckily, they were all very positive. By creating the survey, I was able to reflect on my lesson and the way I communicated. While making the lessons I also tried to pay attention to who I was teaching. When you teach 16-year-olds about the Dutch pluriform society, it’s important to make it relatable to them (Van Koeven & Smits, 2020, p. 20).

After some schedule changes, it became hard to stay as Nick's intern. I eventually switched to Marrit, who teaches Dutch. I was a bit nervous about this, my Dutch isn't bad, but teaching it is very different. I lost a lot of time because of lockdowns and exam weeks. This makes me feel like I could've made more progress, but I also know that I still learned a lot. That, combined with everything I learned at my PO internship, still makes for a solid amount of knowledge. With Marrit I was able to do a little more, like creating my own fiction assignment (appendix 10) for the first years with rubric (appendix 11). It was a great opportunity for me and also a good challenge. The rubric especially was quite hard to make, and now after using it to check the assignments there are definitely a few things I will change next time. What I see now is that a lot of students seem to fall in between the levels, so specifying things would probably help a little with that problem. Other than that I also taught one or two classes while Marrit observed. On top of that, I took over two of her classes once when she couldn't be there. The students had to work in an online programme called Numo, so there wasn't much for me to do. But standing in front of a class, all alone, was still a big learning experience.

So far, I think I learned most at my PO internship. Peter gave me a lot of freedom and support. It wasn't easy, how do I communicate with these little humans? It took me a little while to really get into it, but eventually, I started having a lot of fun. I was able to create lessons about difficult topics in a way they would understand. The first time I really tried this was when I taught them about human rights (appendix 11). This was also the day the supervisor from Windesheim came to watch (appendix 12). I was able to connect with my students and do a lot of fun things.

One of my favourite lessons was a Futurology (Toekomstkunde) lesson (appendix 13) provided by WWF. It was about poachers in South Africa and it came with some live streams that we could watch. I put the live stream on while I prepared the lesson, but didn't see animals. When doing the lesson with my students I warned them that we might not see any animals, but when I put on the live stream we suddenly saw gazelles and a giraffe. It was so much fun and the kids were super enthusiastic. Because of this, the lesson became a little chaotic, but I decided to let it happen. Seeing wildlife while in your little classroom isn't something that happens every day, and I wanted the kids to really enjoy the moment.

I also gave a lot of spelling lessons (appendix 14) this year. At first, I struggled a bit with really making them my own and straying from the book. Last week, however, I managed to give a great spelling lesson that was a lot of fun too. We played a game where the students had to roll dice and write a word of a certain category. After doing this ten times, they had to pick at least four works and write a story with them. While writing they had to make sure the spelling of verbs was correct, as well as capital letters and punctuation. One of my students loved the exercise. Usually, it's a bit hard to motivate her, but this time she really went the extra mile. Her story was great, but what I value more is that she actively wanted to participate and try her best.

Another lesson that turned out to be a lot of fun was my art lesson (appendix 15) A week prior, I asked my students what they wanted to learn about. I really wanted them to come up with a topic so I could build a lesson around it. This way they could take control over their own learning journey. It could be about anything like dinosaurs or outer space and I would try to make a lesson on said topic. However, their response was not what I expected at all. They asked for spelling lessons, math lessons, et cetera. It took them a while to mention things that they found interesting, mostly their hobbies. Eventually, I decided to turn it into an art lesson. They had to paint their hobby but in an unusual setting. Like gaming in outer space, gymnastics at the bottom of the ocean, racing cars in the desert, et cetera. It was a very chaotic but fun lesson.

It also took me a little while to involve Chromebooks in my lesson. At first, I was afraid that it wouldn't be very convenient and that it wasn't very easy to organise. When I became more confident, I decided to give it a try. We first did with during a spelling lesson (appendix 16), when I created a Kahoot, but last week I decided to really involve the Chromebooks. This was on the same day as my very successful spelling class where the kids had to write stories. I taught my class about the North Sea flood of 1953 (Watersnoodramp) (appendix 17). Online, I found this interactive map where you could watch videos and hear stories from people who survived the flood. The kids could work alone or together and watch some of the videos. At the end of the lesson, we discussed what we had seen and what we had learned.

At the beginning of the year, I was incredibly nervous about these internships, especially PO. But now, looking back, I can see how much I've grown. I went from doing very basic lessons according to the books to lessons that I made from scratch. I can now take over reading preparation with the kids who are a bit behind with their reading levels, I can help the kids according to their level, both on PO and VO. For example by making a rubric for both MAVO (appendix 18) and HAVO (appendix 19) with different scoring.

All in all, I think I've grown a lot. I got really good feedback from Peter (appendix 20) and Marrit (appendix 21) and both provided me with very positive assessments. Nick also filled out an assessment for me (appendix 22), since I did intern for him this semester as well. His feedback was very positive too.

I asked some of my group 6 kids if they wanted to give me some written feedback, and it was really heartwarming. I've really bonded with them and I decided to stay with them until their summer break starts. Saying goodbye will be hard, but I'm very glad I got to meet these little humans.

🎵 I'm on My Way - The Proclaimers