#only its a teacher au

[greenthena]

"Lessons in the Humanities" Chapter Update

By Monday, they still weren’t speaking. To be perfectly honest, Aziraphale had avoided the teachers’ lounge in the humanities building, refusing even to heat up his leftover casserole, on the off chance that Crowley might be there. Better to eat cold pasta than to face him.

During lunch, Anathema had come to find Aziraphale in his classroom, asking probing questions in that very specific way that always made Aziraphale feel as though she probably knew more than she was letting on, and certainly knew more than she should.

He’d gently shooed the chemistry teacher out the door when she started inquiring whether Crowley had “departed unexpectedly” after an “intense discussion.” He really didn’t need her getting involved in whatever was happening between Crowley and himself, and he was more than a little concerned that speaking about what had transpired the previous Friday would end with him ugly crying onto her shoulder.

And all that begged the question, what was happening between him and Crowley?

Keep reading on ao3...

Annnnnddddd......be sure to catch up on @theangelyouknew's wip, Catch a Falling Star. Chapter 14 is now up!

[lotus-pear]

i think you guys are onto smth..

i unironically got invested in this HELP

[shizunitis]

SVSSS high school AU

[looking out the window with a thoughtful frown]

I was thinking back on my time in high school and…

Did anyone else have a classmate that was obviously Rich and kinda spoiled, but that was So Nice to everyone? Had the mannerisms and vocabulary of a doted-upon heir but the accepting and excited eyes of a sheltered kid seeking friends and companionship? Not necessarily smiling all the time, but was always present and active when interacting with the others?

Shen Yuan. Vice Class President. Beloved by teachers and classmates alike. Always willing to lend you money, and he won’t even ask for it back. Wouldn’t, even if he remembered!

And then the classmate that was subtly bitter about everything and mostly brushed off everyone? Made kinda’ lame jokes but didn’t really seem to care much when no one laughed, cause they wanted the others to let them be? Conspicuously absent from extracurricular activities, really didn’t give much of a shit as long as they got by?

Airplane. Ends up labelled as the class rebel but he doesn’t do anything, so it’s kind of bewildering that that’s his legacy. He is very unaware of his own vibes.

The clearly smart kid who never studies and still gets perfect or almost-perfect marks on everything, but no one really knows anything about them because they’re so reticent? Dislikes attention if it comes from who they perceive to be looking down on them? Any sort of authority figure is, to them, an opponent they must best without letting them know they’re competing at all? Bratty as fuck?

Binghe. Depending on which one we’re talking about, they’re either stupidly popular and elicit jealousy from their peers or admired (and highkey feared) from afar. Is vying for Class President to impress Shen Yuan. They’re a duo! They need to be a united front!

(It would also be very funny to me if Bing-ge was a year older than Bing-mei but got held back a year. The fights? The seething jealousy? Shen Yuan sandwich? Superb.)

Mobei-Jun is the silent, kind of out-of-his-depth but solemn kid everyone gravitates around and it’s astounding to him that these people are so invested in his opinion. Leave him alone. He does not want to bear witness to any of your pathetic attempts at flattering him! It’s so clearly fake. Very pretentious and doesn’t even realise it. Parents are Stupid Wealthy.

The class president is obviously Yue Qingyuan. Luo Binghe will win, though. It’s just a matter of time.

Liu Qingge is on some sports team, probably captain. Luo Binghe will win against him, too.

(Shen Yuan once mentioned that Liu Qingge’s muscles are very manly and now it’s on sight. This is the only thing the Luo brothers agree on. Neither are happy about it.)

God. Imagine them on a school trip. The poor chaperones.

[lunarharp]

uhh another modern au agott follow-up. They've gotten progressively sillier

[mylove-thresher]

procrastinated so hard i had an entire side quest

@royalelo why is bro lowkey serving cunt like 😭

[squidcandy]

can we bring this au back. can we pleaseee bring this au back.

[seinnens]

Roleswap!AU where Lost Kin takes up the task of defeating The Radiance instead of The Knight, who never managed to make it out of the Abyss...

[softquietsteadylove]

can you write thenamesh The Tourist AU pls? if you can’t/don’t want to it’s totally alright i love your work anyway <3💌

Gil just stared. He couldn't believe it, and he was seeing it. But this woman - the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on in his life - just...sat right down. He looked around a little, trying to see if she had mistaken him for someone else. But she was looking right at him. "Uh, h-hello."

"Hello." God, even her voice was gorgeous. He closed his lame little spy book on the table between their seats. "I'm Thena. What's your name?"

"Gil."

"That's a terrible name."

"It's the only one I've got," he shrugged sheepishly, and she smiled. This was different from the smile she had sat down with, too. This was more genuine seeming (cuter). "It's short for Gilgamesh."

"Hm," the woman's eyes dashed down to the table for a second before coming back up to him. "Better."

It was still the only name he had. "So, uh, what brings you to Venice?"

She eyed him, and then those killer eyes floated a little away from him too. She still seemed to be looking for someone, even if he was the one on whom she had settled. "Meeting someone."

"Ah." Of course--of course the positively stunning woman was already meeting someone. Probably a husband, if not a very handsome partner. He watched as she peeled her gloves off.

She didn't have a ring on. "And you?"

"Hm?" he blinked, still borderline dizzy from the appearance of this woman in his life.

"What brings you here," she paused, her perfect lips forming his name before it was spoken aloud, "Gilgamesh?"

"Just Gil," he corrected her and then immediately shook his head. She smiled again, though--that more real one. He smiled too, somewhat encouraged. "I'm just a tourist, really."

She tilted her head at him. "Just a tourist?"

Gil blushed faintly, fiddling with the worn and frayed edge of his book cover. "I teach."

"Here for summer break, is it?"

"Something like that," he chuckled, looking at her hands again. It was entirely possible that she simply didn't feel the need to wear one. Or perhaps they had been together so long it was a formality. But he couldn't help but tilt his head right back at her.

"What?"

He shrugged, shaking his head faintly. "Look, far be it from me to ask a lady this. But you seem...I dunno, a little lonely?--or something."

But she smiled at him again, although it was back to being that faker one. It did seem a little sad, though. "Aren't we all?"

He was a single teacher taking a train to Venice alone, who was he to talk? "Yeah, I guess we are."

"Wife?"

Definitely not. "Nothing of the sort. You?"

She looked down at her hands too, and maybe the lack of ring was not entirely by choice. "That has yet to be seen."

Were they going to be engaged? Or maybe was she was going to break things off, offer some dramatic ultimatum.

"Invite me to dinner, Gil."

He liked how she said Gil. It sounded so gentle and warm off her lips. Truly stunning lips. He cleared his throat, "would you like to have dinner?"

"Don't phrase it as a question."

"You said ask you to dinner."

"I said to invite me to dinner," she countered, and hints of the smile were returning. She was a woman who knew what she was after (god he liked that). "Try again."

He laughed, but sure, he gave it another shot. "Have dinner with me."

"Too demanding." Okay, now he was pretty sure she was just having some fun with him. "You are not summoning me. Again."

He sighed and rolled his eyes, and he did get a more genuine laugh out of her. Y'know what?--so long as she was having fun, maybe this wasn't so bad. "Uh...dinner?"

"Still a question," she borderline teased him. She leaned forward in her seat faintly, "once more."

One more shot to have dinner with the woman of his dreams. He straightened up in his seat, rolled his shoulders back and tugged at his sports coat. She seemed to respond to this, mirroring his posture. "I'm having dinner, if you care to join me."

Now the smile was back, and in full force. She smiled with all her teeth, which was really cute. She had a very pretty smile for an even more beautiful face. But he got the distinct impression there was a lot more to her than her looks.

"I would be delighted."

"Well then," Gil nodded, tapping his fingers against the edge of the table and its white table cloth. He still didn't know what made her come over to him, and ask him to dinner (or ask him to ask her to dinner, more like). But he smiled, "shall we?"

"Lets," she agreed. She was waiting for him to make the first move again.

Okay, sure; Gil stood, adjusting his plain old blazer and tugging at the sleeves to make sure they were straight. He was a little underdressed compared to Thena in her stark white dress and fancy gloves. But he held his hand out for her, "madame?"

"Enchante," she smiled, slipping her hand into his to stand as well. Her eyes darted around a little over his shoulder but perhaps he was being paranoid thanks to his silly spy book. "Have you had the food board?"

"From Padua to here," he nodded as he led them in the direction of the dining car. How she walked in those heels was beyond him, even if the train was pretty smooth a ride. "It's not bad."

"Padua," she mused and them grinned at him again, "you really are a tourist."

He pinked again, and he was beginning to think she just enjoyed flustering him. "Where are you coming from?"

She did that thing where she kind of scanned behind around them again before answering, "Paris."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, "overrated. And you call me the tourist."

She tugged at his sleeve faintly, as if to admonish him, "you're the American."

He chuckled, "guilty."

"Not yet," she whispered as she moved in the train aisle to walk ahead of him. He was about to ask her about it when she turned back to him, "are you ready for this?"

He wasn't entirely sure what she was asking about, but he was damn ready to find out.

[gay-trashcan-cat]

I know everyone's wondering *cough only me cough* how well Luis has been learning after this post

the answer is not very well

Luis is owned by me

This version of Bendy is from the vigilante au which is owned by @kkolg

(sorry it's the last @ I swear, just drawing way too much Ben today)

[bambiraptorx]

I love love LOVE that none of the Turtles are straight A students in the Draxum raises them AU. Especially as it has nothing to do with knowing the material or being smart enough. This was EXACTLY my experience in school - I knew the answers, I just struggled to get the work done. (Dyspraxia and undiagnosed ADHD will do that to a person).

I made a rather long post about the nature of the yokai school system awhile back (here, if you want to read), and honestly one of the big issues they face is that, since teaching is a volunteer position, there's an incredibly large range of teachers who know their material, but weren't necessarily trained to teach. (And even professional teachers irl can be sucky sometimes, so it's not unique to the yokai system.) And it's not like there aren't good teachers who understand how to accommodate the needs of different students, but (again like the real world) some of them are willing to do much more to cater to students' needs than others.

For example, Lua's favorite teacher is an English prof who assigns a low homework load and always makes sure to announce assignments multiple times so that no one misses them. Demophon's least favorite teachers are the ones that demand class participation from day one when he doesn't know them or his classmates. Millie's favorite is the mathematician teaching his algebra class who lets him sit in the back and stim like crazy. Ragnarok's favorite staff member is the janitor who lets him hang out in the school's greenhouse over lunch and help weed the carnivorous plant section.

But even when they're with the best teachers possible for them, they still don't get perfect grades, they just don't. They weren't made for school, and really any kind of formal education system goes against how (and what) they were intended to learn. And that's before you factor in every single one of them having some form of undiagnosed neurodivergence.

It's kinda in contrast with their lives in canon-- sure, they never got a chance to be in school, but what that did give them was the opportunity to pursue any and all topics that they wanted to. Each of the canon turtles is very intelligent and skilled in their own ways, and I wholeheartedly believe that not a single one of them could write a five-paragraph essay.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[justashamwithwastedpotential]

I love seeing how many other people's Stardew farmers or other ocs are mages/have magic, but in a way where Magnus ends up tutoring them.

Mostly because now I'm just imagining everyone's OCSs piling into the Valley all at once and since the Valley is kind of his domain Magnus makes himself personally responsible for teaching all of them, so he go from "Hm...I would like an apprentice to pass my knowledge onto," to having to teach classes to the vast number of mostly young adults who inexplicably have magic for some reason.

Then year three comes around and the Ministry assigns him a formal apprentice with Morgan, and he's really just become the equivalent of a university professor with a kid.

[ziltoidcoffee]

Chapters: 26/27 Fandom: Cobra Kai (TV), Karate Kid (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence, Jessica Andrews, OG Cobras - Character, Ali Mills (Karate Kid), John Kreese, Vanessa LaRusso Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - High School, Teacher-Student Relationship, Bullying, Teacher daniel, Age Difference, Enemies to Lovers, Karate, Hurt/Comfort, Jealousy, Underage Drinking, Pining, Slow Burn, Denial of Feelings, Internalized Homophobia, Forbidden Love, First Kiss, Fantasizing, Making Out, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Love Confessions Summary:

Since becoming a teacher, Daniel’s dedication to his students has never waivered—until Johnny Lawrence. He's never dealt with a student this difficult who knows how to push all his buttons.

But Johnny’s opinion of his new history teacher isn't much different. He's struggling to graduate on time while balancing his personal life and karate, and Mr. LaRusso isn’t making this any easier.

Everything changes when Daniel becomes Johnny’s tutor. They grow closer together, and feelings begin to change, from hated enemies...to something forbidden.

(Chapter 26: When Daniel isn't at school, Johnny goes to Mr. Miyagi's to figure out what happened. He finds out the bad news.)

[terepi]

what level of tumblr fandom would i be on if i started making art about a very specific self indulgent au

[ughgoaway]

You're super good at smut, but what do you think Matty would be like if his gf one time would like something more vanilla? Sorry If I'm ruining the mood I'm just super sad tonight and I'm thinking more gentle, still super good though, sex.

oh thank you <333

and you are so not ruining the mood, I LOVE soft romantic sex just as much as the other stuff. I'm sorry you're feeling sad lovely, I really hope you start feeling better soon <333

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I can see you having a really hard few weeks, and you've not been up to anything remotely sexual. matty is, of course, completely fine with it, and has been so kind and patient with you.

you just need to be taken care of. You need to hear how much he loves you. how much you mean to him. and matty is more than happy to oblige.

maybe you start making out slowly on the sofa, just soft, warm kisses that grow needier and needier. the kisses are making you dizzy, and you can feel the love pouring from matty in each one. they're perfectly wet and sticky in a way that drives you insane, and mattys warm tongue pressing against yours is making you increasingly needy.

you pull back and look at matty with a soft pout. You simply say, "Please?" and he nods immediately.

he grabs your hips and lies you down on the sofa, treating you like you're made of glass. cradling your head and stroking your hair as you lay down.

he looks down at you with a love-struck look. Your hair was fanned out around in a way that made you look heaven sent. the soft flush that covered your cheeks and chest drew matty in, he leant down and began to press kisses wherever he could reach.

his velvety, hot lips make their way across your chest, mouthing slowly at your collarbones and neck. he doesn't leave any marks, just sweetly worshipping your body, making you understand how deeply he loves you.

"You look so beautiful, my darling. always do," he says, pulling back with a smile, brushing your cheekbone gently with his fingers.

his eyes were black with desire, but you could still see the adoration swimming within them. You smile shyly and try to hide your face in your hands, but matty grabs your wrists to stop you.

"Don't hide your pretty face, baby, let me love you," he says softly, pressing a peck to your palm and placing your hands on his shoulders before leaning in to kiss you.

and it stays slow and sensual. He pulls down your panties and his boxers. before slipping in with a satisfied groan. holding himself there for a few seconds, feeling the unspoken connection that you two share.

your warm skin slips together, fusing as one. he's deep within you, and you've never felt more intertwined.

He swaps between burrowing his head in your neck and leaning back to watch your face in awe. he takes note of your flickering eyelids, and of the way your jaw drops and the sweetest moans leave your lips.

"m' so lucky to have you, sweet girl. my angel."

he would be focused on you, your pleasure, and making sure you're comfy. he's checking in regularly, ensuring you're happy to continue.

after a whimper from you, he pulls back with worried eyes, "You okay? do you want to stop, baby? we can just cuddle if you'd prefer, " he says, stilling within you, awaiting your response.

you smile and shake your head at him, "No, no. feels so good. Please keep going. " You whisper to him, pulling him deeper and kissing him firmly.

the whole time, it's unhurried. His pace is even and gentle, staying deep within you.

he whispers reassurance to you the whole time because he can't quite believe he gets to do this with you. his heart feels full, his mind only ever thinks of you. he's completely and utterly enamoured and entranced.

his thrusts are languid and tender, intent on making you cum first. listening to your breathing and moans to know when you're close.

"s'okay baby, you can cum whenever you need to. please, cum for me princess" he whispers against your lips before surging forward to kiss you.

the coil in your stomach continues to tighten, winding tighter and tighter with each rhythmic roll of his hips. you can feel the flush on your face and your skin heating up. throbbing around matty desperately, savouring the growing heat beneath your skin.

with a shudder dissolved into pleasure, arching your back and groaning at the feeling of your pebbled nipples brushing against his hard chest. your walls spasm around him, and matty can't help the grunt that leaves him as they do, warm and wet as you pulse around him.

Matty keeps moving slowly inside you, chasing his own orgasm, "where do you want me, angel?" he asks breathlessly. You don't respond verbally but instead link your feet together behind his back, causing him to burrow even deeper inside you.

he cums with a groan, whimpering and whispering in your ear as he does, "oh s-shit. I love you so fucking much, oh my god. you're perfect, so perfect for me"

he buries his head in your neck and you can feel him smile against you, you can't help the grin that spread across your lips at the feeling of his hot cum within you and your warm sweaty skin binding together.

as soon as your hands slide over his shoulders, he flops on top of you. You giggle at his lack of finesse and run your hands over his back, kissing his temple softly.

"Thank you, I love you," you pant, turning your head to look at him adoringly.

"I love you too," he says softly, meeting your eyes and giving you a sweet peck.

maybe he eats you out afterwards, grunting and groaning at the musky taste of you mixing on his tongue. or perhaps you just lay there, basking in the glow of each other.

[theokusgallery]

i'm abt to go to bed so before i do, i found another song i think fits this au ever heard "the red means i love you?" :) i'm actually not too sure about this one but that's probably because of 1 single phrase in the song??? i always contemplate sending songs here simply because of my Anxiety (I NEED TO STOP CONTEMPLATING💥💥)

The Red Means I Love You is suuuch a good Arsenic song. This is giving me an idea, actually... a terrible, terrible idea. Sunny is going to experience so many horrors today, people. I feel like torturing him.

(Hope you slept well! Sorry this is so late.)