#This doesn’t mean that everyone who likes a tall top short bottom combo are bad or think this

[zappedbyzabka]

Bigger taller people do not have to top or be tops bigger taller people do not have to top or be tops bigger taller people do not have to be the top

[lover-of-skellies]

Oh! A combo of 8 and 9!

Hunted down and "til death do we part", huh?

I tried, but I eh, I have mixed feelings on this one ^^" it's meant to kinda be like a continuation of sorts for this fic that I wrote a while ago. "Til death do we part" is more of an implied thing, and I hope that's alright!

"Come on out, Honey... It's ok, I promise. If you come out now, then your punishment for running won't be as bad."

You pressed a hand over your mouth, trying to remain as quiet as possible while you hid behind a large tree. Being as careful as you could, you peeked around it's trunk, watching the lanky skeleton as he continued to search for you. Clad in nothing more than a pair of shorts, a tank top, and his oversized orange hoodie, you curled in on yourself, trying your best to preserve your body heat. It'd been a cold night, and it wasn't long after you'd fled from the cabin that it began to rain. You had no idea where you were and everything looked the same, but you were determined to escape and make it back home. You had to tell everyone that you were ok... While you had no idea how long you'd been gone, you had a feeling that your friends and family were missing you dearly.

A twig snapped, bringing you back to the present moment. You peeked around the tree at him again, taking note of where he was. Papyrus was much too close for comfort, and you glanced around, squinting your eyes as you tried to see in the gradually decreasing light. Carefully crouching down, you felt around the ground for a moment before your hands closed around a rock. If you threw it far enough away, maybe he'd go toward the noise and give you enough time to make a run for it. You knew he was incredibly smart and that the chances of it working were slim, but you needed to try anyway.

Peeking at him again, you waited for him to turn his back to you before throwing the rock as hard as you could. Papyrus' body jerked in surprise as the rock landed in some thick brush, before he relaxed again and cooed, "Awe, sweetheart... Won't you please come out? I know you're scared, but things will be ok, just you wait and see." As he began to stalk toward the brush where the rock had landed, you sprang into action, practically throwing yourself away from the tree and bolting in a random direction. Papyrus wasn't the least bit surprised as you ran from him again, and he sighed, slipping his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked the device and typed out a quick message before pressing send and pocketing it again.

Soon enough, you'd have bigger problems than him to worry about.

As you darted through the trees, you saw a road in the distance, and you nearly let out a relieved sob. Your feet ached and throbbed, and you were fairly sure you'd stepped on something and cut one of them, but you pressed on. When you finally approached the road, you nearly collapsed, your lungs burning as you desperately sucked in breath after breath. Your legs shook, and you were freezing, despite all the running you'd done. The rain had almost soaked all the way through the hoodie you'd stolen from Papyrus, and it was rapidly losing its ability to retain heat. You looked around, hoping beyond hope that you'd see a nearby town, or maybe even someone who was out for a drive.

While there weren't any buildings or cars in sight, you noticed a familiar jogging suit, and your eyes watered up as you took in the person who was wearing it. Feeling like you'd been saved, you finally let out a sob and ran toward the person, calling out to them and hoping they'd notice you. Registering your voice, they paused, turning to look at you. Breaking down into a fit of loud, messy sobbing, you threw your arms around them, "I'm so happy to see you, oh my god! What are you doing out here? Where are we? We need to leave, we need to leave now, please...!" Your unexpected savior instinctively wrapped his arms around you, letting out a deep breath in shock, "Y/N? IS THAT REALLY YOU?... WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! I'VE BEEN SO WORRIED... IS PAPYRUS WITH YOU? I HAVEN'T SEEN OR HEARD FROM HIM IN A WHILE EITHER, AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE HE COULD BE!"

At hearing the elder skeleton brother's name, you whined and stole a quick glance around, making sure that he hadn't followed you. Upon finding that he was nowhere in sight, you shook your head, clinging to Sans, "No, I don't know where he is. You have to get me out of here though, please! It might be hard to believe, but your brother kidnapped me, and he's been keeping me in this cabin against my will. I need to get away from here before he finds me!" Sans' brow bones furrowed, "PAPY KIDNAPPED YOU? WHY ON EARTH WOULD HE DO SUCH A THING?!" You cried, your knuckles white as you continued clinging to him, "I dunno! He thinks we're gonna be a family or something. It doesn't matter though, please just help me get away from here!"

Sans nodded, gently patting your back, "OK, OK, I WILL. CAN YOU WALK ALRIGHT? I WOULD BE HAPPY TO CARRY YOU IF NEED BE." You shrugged, drawing in a deep, shaky breath, "I think I cut one of my feet on something when I was running, and I can't feel my legs." The skeleton made a sound in acknowledgment, carefully hoisting you up into his arms, "THAT'S OK, HUMAN... THERE WE GO. NICE AND EASY... WILL YOU BE COMFORTABLE LIKE THIS?" You nodded, wrapping your arms around him and making a weak sound in confirmation, "I'll be fine, just please get me out of here, Sans." He nodded again, "WILL DO. I'M GOING TO USE A SHORTCUT, SO YOU MAY WANT TO CLOSE YOUR EYES FOR A BIT."

You obliged, your bottom lip quivering as your eyes fluttered shut. You felt the world around you shifting, and for a very brief moment, it was as if you existed in zero gravity. Once Sans had reached his location of choice and you felt things settle around you, you carefully cracked open an eye to peek at the new surroundings. As he began to walk, you opened your eyes, your brows becoming furrowed, "Sans?... Where are we?" The skeleton stole a quick glance at you and smiled warmly, "WE'RE HOME, Y/N! DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE IT?" You looked around for a moment, and as everything began to look familiar, your eyes watered up again and you began to panic, "This isn't my home! PLEASE, I'm begging you, Sans, please help me get out of here! I need to get as far away as possible!"

A floorboard creaked and your attention snapped to an open doorway, where a tall, lanky figure waited for you. As his gaze bore into you, he smiled sweetly, "Angel, c'mon... This is your home now, and you just don't realize yet that this is the safest place for you. Sans even agrees with me on that one, too." You looked up at Sans with wide eyes, "Sans, you KNEW about this?!" The skeleton in question hummed, "THAT WOULD BE CORRECT, MY DARLING HUMAN." The nickname caught you off guard, and you stared at him in horror as he stopped walking and shifted his full attention to you. As his eye lights locked onto your terrified face, you continued to stare, your blood running cold as they shifted into large hearts and he purred, "NOTHING HAS TO CHANGE, YOU KNOW... IT CAN BE JUST THE THREE OF US, THE WAY IT USED TO BE. WE'RE ONLY DOING THIS TO KEEP YOU SAFE, LOVE. YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?" You began to thrash in his hold, tears dripping down your face as you screamed. Papyrus moved closer to you and Sans, chuckling to himself, "See what I mean, bro? They make the cutest noises." Sans grinned, almost appearing genuinely lovestruck, "THAT THEY DO, PAPS... I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR WHAT OTHER SOUNDS THEY MAKE." Sans' grip on you tightened until you could no longer move, and Papyrus reached out, delicately touching your face, "Well since you're here now, we can go find out." You frantically shook your head and began to protest, and Sans laughed softly, choosing to ignore you, "FOR ONCE, I CAN FINALLY SAY THAT THAT'S A GREAT IDEA."

Papyrus made a sound in agreement, his own eye lights shifting into hearts as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His teeth lingered for a moment and you shivered as he mumbled against your skin, "I'm glad... The sooner we start, the better~"

[hidding-in-shadows]

Resbang 2019: hot for the teacher (chapter two)

“I am not ready,” Maka groans, slumping in her chair as Blake gives her the look from where he stands in her classroom. 

She finished setting it up two days ago. Her cork boards are draped in yellow butcher paper and bordered with different rainbow patterns. There’s various streamers and decorations across the top of her whiteboard, and a magnetic holder with rainbow expo markers waiting to be used. The student’s desks are arranged into groups of four with one group of five, all of them at a slant towards the whiteboard. Her whole room is on a slant in the same direction, but it still felt spacious. 

She laid down some rainbow carpets in the library and a few yellow and orange pillows. There’s lap desks and yoga ball seats stacked in the back corner for students to use when needed, and she even had the standards for the first unit in all content areas written on the board.

“You’re ready,” Blake walks to her desk and sits on one of the stools she spray painted to match her theme, “what’s psyching you out?”

“I’m gonna fuck it up,” she groans again, “I just got the roster and I don’t know who to place where. I don’t know their levels, I don’t have data folders, I don’t know what to do.”

“Maks,” she peeks from under her bangs. Blake’s arms are folded and he had the look on his face again that basically says are you serious, “you’re a first year teacher. Everyone knows you’re just now getting ready and you don’t know everything and that is fine. That’s why you have Medusa,” Maka snorts at the mention of her teammate, “and you have a whole staff ready to help you.”

“But I don’t want to have to ask, I feel like I should already know what to do! I went through four years of college for it!”

“If you were supposed to know everything about your job, you wouldn’t be a teacher.” 

She nods to his words and looks at the roster on her desk. Seventeen names, seventeen little minds in the palm of her hands. Seventeen futures she needs to teach and guide. Seventeen lives she is going to influence for forever.

“Don’t zone off,” Blake snaps his fingers in front of her, “I see it on your face. You’re going to be fine. Remember, I’m here if you need anything. And the whole staff.”

He leaves then, leaving Maka sitting in silence in her room. She takes one last look at the roster, takes a deep breath and goes to work.

She is sitting on the floor, feeding sheets of lamination filled with name tags, calendar numbers, and probing questions, when her door opens. She doesn’t even turn around, figuring it’s Blake, and continued doing her work. But the throat clear behind her is unusual and she turns around to see someone who is definitely not Blake.

He’s tall, taller than Blake. A t-shirt marked with an inspiring quote is taunt across his chest. His hair is bleach white, eyes blood red, and face grimacing from the smell of lamination. His eyes wander over the room before falling back onto her and his lips twitch into a smile, though it looked painful.

“Maka Albarn?” his voice is gravelly as he adjusted the one-strap bag across his chest.

“In the flesh,” she pulls the laminated sheet from the machine and stands up, knees popping from sitting for so long. “Are you the tech guy? My smartboard hasn’t been working properly and I’m not sure how to set it up to my laptop.”

“No, I’m not,” he walks into the room, the door closing behind him, “but I can help you with that. The name is Soul Evans.”

“Evans? Are you the music teacher?”

“No, that would be my brother,” he scratches the back his head and his eyes flick around the room again, “it’s pretty bright in here. Kinda hurts the eyes.”

“Well, yellow is a positive color,” Maka crosses her arms, “I don’t want to be rude or anything, but who are you exactly?”

“They didn’t tell you?” he cocks a snowy brow. Maka shakes her head and shifts her weight. “Figures. This district sucks. I’m your new co.”

“Co?”

“Co-Teacher. They increased the class size and hired me to teach with you. We have twenty-six little demons to teach together.” He swings his bag around himself as the floor falls from under Maka’s feet. He digs inside his bag before pulling out of a manila folder and hands it to her. Inside is a class roster with both of their names at the top and the names of twenty-six students. Some of them were from her original roster and the others were names she didn’t recognize. If felt like the world had froze.

“Twenty-six?” Her voice hitches and she feels her heart pick up. Breathe, her mind tells her, but words are jumping around in her head and she can’t catch them.

“You had no idea,” Soul sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “okay, let’s go see the Doc and talk this out. We have time still to sort out some room stuff, discuss the lessons for the first week, maybe we can meet-up --,”

“I can’t teach twenty-six kids,” she clutches the papers, knuckles white, “I could barely wrap my head around seventeen kids. But twenty-six? That’s crazy! And now you need a-a desk?”

“Are you okay?” He knitts his eyebrows together, “I mean, we just have to do a couple trainings together to get the hang of what to do and how our styles work. I’ve co-taught in the past, so it won’t be too bad. Haven’t you worked with, like, assistants?”

“This is my first year,” she all but whimpers, looking at him. Then the tears start and she lets out a groan, spinning around and walking to her desk. She slumps behind it and looks at the list in her hands again, tears rolling down her cheeks. She lets out a deep, shaking breath and leans forward, fingers digging into the tightness at the top of her ponytail. 

“Okay, so,” Soul’s voice is moving closer to her, more calming than his previous tone, “we’ll go to the Doc, see where the message got missed. Then, we’ll figure out where to go from there, right?”

“It doesn’t matter,” her voice is breaking, “it’s already done. It’s not like-like going back through files will prepare us for what is to come. I mean, look, I am already a mess and kids haven’t even shown up yet!”

“Every teacher has a messy spot.”

“You should check out our teammate,” Maka snorts and sits back up taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to have an … outburst like that. Just, just give me a second.”

“Okay.”

She hears the sound of chair feet moving across the carpet and feels his presence across from her. She wonders if he thinks she is a freak, some kind of crazy lady who shouldn’ be teaching. But, when she opens her eyes, now free of tears, he is simply sitting with his cheek in palm and eyes half-lidded as if there was no care in the world; as if he didn’t just see his now co-teacher ball her eyes out and whine for a solid minute. 

His eyes catch hers and he smirks a little. “You okay now?”

“‘M okay,” Maka sighs, resisting the urge to allow more tears to fall, “okay, okay. Just ... I’m gonna run to the bathroom and try not look like I just bawled my eyes out for a whole minute.”

“I’ll meet you in the Doc’s office,” Soul makes the way towards her -- their classroom door. “And Maka? Don’t worry. It’ll be okay. We can talk about the details and whatnot later. We’re partners this year so, let’s keep it cool, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, eyes beginning to feel less puffy, “see you in Dr. Mortimor’s office.”

--

“The order came through about three days ago,” Dr. Mortimor is sitting in his office chair, looking at his dual screen computer, and twisting an end of his moustache between his fingers. “I requested another unit to be added because of enrollment, but the district decided to do a co-teaching classroom instead. So, I conducted some interviews and then told them my picks. They had the ultimate decision and then sent a message to our secretary. She then put the letter in Ms. Gorgon’s box to deliver to you, Ms. Albarn, because your mailbox isn’t set up yet.”

“What?” Maka feels her face go white, “But I never got that letter.”

“I’ll talk to Ms. Gorgon,” Dr. Mortimor turns in his chair and faces the two. “But for now, take the rest of the day as a chance to get to know each other and add some of Mr. Evans touch to the classroom! I am sure there only needs to be a few adjustments to make Mr. Evans comfortable. Isn’t that right?”

Soul puckers his lips slightly at Dr. Mortimor’s words but nods nonetheless. Dr. Moritmor smiles at both of them and then stands up, revealing that his bottom half is a pair of cargo shorts while his upper half dons a light blue button down and matching tie combo. His smile seems to get larger, upper lip twitching with his moustache. He excuses himself to go to a meeting and then disappears through his office door.

“So, what do you do in your free-time?” Soul smirks and Maka glares at him, crossing her arms.

“You can’t just joke at a time like this! And I can’t believe they just dumped you here, without telling me.” The two start making their way back to her -- their classroom.

“I guess they tried to,” Soul buries his hands into his pockets, “I mean, who is Ms. Gorgon that was mentioned?”

“That one teammate I mentioned even earlier. She’s, ah, kinda reserved. But she’s the team-leader because there’s only two classrooms. She’s also my mentor. She’s mostly just given me some extra books from her library to add to mine. That’s really it.”

“She’s supposed to give you resources and information from the different meetings she attends,” Soul opens the door for Maka to her -- their classroom, and she mutters a thanks, “let’s see if she put the letter on your desk. Or maybe just forgot?”

“You obviously haven’t even been in the same room as her,” Maka snorts, rubbing her hands over her face, “she drains the life out of any environment. She told me I was gonna screw up the kids.”

“That’s not a very helpful mentor,” Soul looks around the room, “so maybe we should move on from the letter. I’m here, I’m getting paid. You’re here, you’re getting paid. And, we can’t change what the district wants. So, let’s talk room arrangements. Now that there’s more kids, we need to straighten this place out.”

“And we need more desks.” Maka adds.

“And a group table for me.”

“And more materials.”

“Laptops.”

“Library books.”

The two look at each other and Maka feels a twinge of tension hit her. Her face flushes, with frustration or embarrassment, she isn’t sure. And, she isn’t sure if she wants to think too hard about which one it may be. 

She sighs and rolls her shoulders before tightening her ponytail. The two scanned the room and almost naturally they both head for the desks and start rearranging them. She had originally made the desks into groups, but because of the increase of students, they adjust the desks into more of a row style, putting three desks in each row and then making two columns with a big aisle down the middle. Soul excuses himself for a moment after they arrange the desks and returned with the custodian and ten more desks. 

They move the desks, change a group table to Soul’s desk, and set up the laptops into an accessible cabinet. While Soul ensures the laptops chargers are working, Maka moves bookshelves and creates a larger, wider classroom library. Slowly but surely, the room becomes a space that can comfortably hold twenty-six kids and two adults. 

A list had been made of the additional things they needed, materials from the store for students and supplies the school needed to provide. They sit at Maka’s desk, hunched over and mumbling about who will take what responsibility when Blake shows up with a bag of take-out.

“You must be Wes’s brother,” Blake settles at Maka’s desk and starts digging for food in the bag. 

“The one and only,” Soul takes a container of lo mein from the man with a nod, “it’s going to be a little weird working with him after all this time, but I guess it’s cool.”

“Did you guys use to work together before?” Maka asks, twisting a forkful from her own container of lo mein. The two of them had been so focused on fixing the room up they didn’t have time to actually get to know each other.

“No, when he got his degree he moved here. I stayed up north for a little longer and moved down here a few years ago. I was a reading coach at Brook Elementary but then Wes told me about your school, I contacted Doc about any positions and interviewed for here. District had the ultimate say though, as we found out.”

“So you’re a reading coach?”

“I have a Kindergarten through 5th Grade Bachelor’s Degree with Reading and ESE Endorsements. So when I got hired on at Brook, they used me for Reading.”

“I guess it must have been nice to focus on one thing,” Maka looks at her food, pushing it around, “thinking about planning for all four subjects gives me a little anxiety.”

“Aren’t you team planning?” Blake raises a brow, “Sid and I split the semester. I get K-2 planning and he does 3-5 and then we swap. Some classroom teachers will split the subjects.”

“Ah, no, I haven’t heard anything from Gorgon. She’s barely spoken to me.”

“You should talk to the Doc about that,” Soul pushes the remainder of his dinner forward, “A mentor is supposed to actually help you, you know. I’m gonna leave now, though. I’ll get here early to get some of the materials from our list. You guys have a good night.”

“You too,” Blake cracks a big smile, “look forward to working with you!”

“I’ll swing by the store tomorrow morning to get more notebooks and folders,” Maka smiles gently toward Soul who returns the gesture, “get enough sleep, long day tomorrow.”

Soul nods and leaves, closing the door gently behind him. Maka breaks her gaze from where Soul left and looks to Blake who was leaning back and smirking dangerously. She rolls her eyes and feels her cheeks flush before mumbling at him to shut up and help her clean up their dinner.