#i'm keeping myself in my room and not going near any students

[we-are-so-close]

Hot take, but I think every worker should get at least 20 days of sick leave per year. And this isn't factored into other PTO days. Sick days and personal days should be two separate things.

[hwashua-luv]

Frosted Shadows

Dinner began, and the hall was filled with students chatting at Hogwarts. The enchanted candles overhead flickered, their warm light bathing the room across the long house tables. Y/N, a 16-year-old Prefect of Gryffindor, from her seat, gazed through the crowd; her eyes suddenly narrowed as they fell upon the Slytherin table. Seonghwa, Prefect of Slytherin, talked seriously with some of his house co-members; his demeanor commands easy attention. Y/N's lips curled into a scowl. "Half the school worships the ground he walks on, and it disgusts me," she muttered to her friend Emma, who sat beside her. Emma shot her a sympathetic look.

"Seonghwa's not so bad, Y/N. You've just never really talked to him."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Emma. You don't honestly think that arrogant, manipulative Slytherin Prefect is anything but trouble, do you?" Across the hall, Seonghwa's sharp gaze flicked over to the Gryffindor table, catching Y/N's disdainful expression. A small smirk played on his lips. With calculation, he did not linger his gaze on anything for very long, but those with intense opinions of him were ones that he made sure to note.

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Later that evening, Y/N was patrolling up and down the corridors with Emma, keeping a lookout for any miscreants. The castle's silence at night was both soothing and unnerving.

"Are you sure we're not being a bit too cautious?" Emma whispered as she looked around. 

Y/N shook her head. "You can never be too careful, especially with the kind of troublemakers lurking around here."

As they turned a corner near the dungeons, Y/N's heart leaped into her throat. There, leaning against the wall casually, was Seonghwa. His pale face lighted by the light of the torch gave him something ethereal about him.

"Seonghwa," Y/N had spoken curtly, its echoes resonating in the empty corridor. "What are you doing here? You know you are not allowed to be out this late."

Seonghwa straightened, his smirk twisting further upwards. "And what if I am? I could say the same to you, Gryffindor."

Emma stepped back, feeling the tension. "Let's not make a scene," she whispered, tugging at Y/N's sleeve.

"I'm not making a scene," Y/N retorted, "but someone needs to remind you of the rules."

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. "Rules are meant to be bent, don't you think? Especially when they're as rigid as Hogwarts's."

Y/N stepped forward, her eyes thinning. "Not everyone thinks breaking rules is charming, Seonghwa."

Seonghwa's eyes softened just a little, but he never lost his smirk. "You are so dedicated to your morals, Y/N. It's. almost admirable."

Y/N blinked, off guard by the compliment. "Don't think flattery will get you anywhere. Just go back to your common room before I'm forced to escort you myself."

Seonghwa chuckled, rich and warm. "Alright, alright. I'll take my leave. But do try to lighten up a bit. It's just a little late-night stroll."

As he walked away, Y/N watched him go with an increased heart rate than was necessary. Emma glanced at her friend, eyebrows raised.

"Did Seonghwa just compliment you?"Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. "I think he was mocking me. And it's not worth reading into."

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One rainy evening, Y/N got caught in a downpour while she was on duty. She herself was soaked in robes and was shivering, despite the warmth of the castle. She had taken shelter in an alcove near the dungeons when Seonghwa came walking towards her, carrying a large umbrella.

"Stuck in the rain, Gryffindor?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

Y/N looked up, surprised. "I'm fine. I don't need your help."

Seonghwa stepped closer, proffering the umbrella. "I insist. No need for you to catch a cold on my account."

Numbly, Y/N took the umbrella, their fingers brushing for a brief moment. The contact sent an unexpected shiver through her.

"Thank you," she muttered, more out of politeness than gratitude.

Seonghwa's eyes softened. "It's not about gratitude, Y/N. It's just. good manners."

Under the umbrella, walking side by side, Y/N found her eyes sliding to the side as it happened—Seonghwa was quiet, and there was a different kind of warmth in his presence that she hadn't noticed before.

As weeks went by, the hostility between Y/N and Seonghwa started to blur out, very slowly twisting into a cautious friendship. Still, they argued, but now, on top of these wrangles lay a playful undertone. The smirks of Seonghwa no longer taunted, but teased; his smugness became a challenge for equal play, and the comeback of Y/N gentled, now followed by reluctant smiles.

One evening, as they sat together in the library working on their prefect duties, the tension between them was more relaxed than ever. The only breaks in the complete silence were made by page rustling and whispering.

Turning his eyes from his notes, Seonghwa spoke, "You know, for a Gryffindor, you are not as insufferable as one would have thought."

Y/N chuckled and shook her head. "And you are definitely not as unbearable as I imagined."Seonghwa's eyes locked with hers, shining with unsaid words. "Maybe we're not so different after all."

Y/N's heart thumped as she hesitated to respond. "Maybe."

As they did so, their fingers occasionally brushed across the same book, the proximity of which said more to just how much things had changed than words could. The more time they spent together, the more Y/N found herself reevaluating her initial assessment of Seonghwa. For all his arrogance, he was quick-witted and tenderly kind in soft ways that increasingly captured her interest.

The final confrontation came unexpectedly, during the Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match. Seonghwa, as usual, was in the center of attention; his skill on the pitch was undeniable. Y/N watched from the stands, feeling frustrated yet in awe.

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After making a really cool goal, Seonghwa looked up into the Gryffindor stands, immediately locking eyes with Y/N. Their gazes held for the slightest moment as he gave her a real smile.Y/N felt that he was smiling directly at her, and her dislike dissipated; he was much more handsome up close. As the game drew to a close and Slytherin won, Seonghwa strode into the stands, still decked out in his Quidditch gear.

"Enjoy the match?" He sounded playful but sincere.

Y/N nodded, her smile unfading. "You were brilliant out there."

Seonghwa's smile grew wider. "Coming from you, that means a lot."

As they stood there, amidst the celebration of Slytherin's victory, the distance that once defined their relationship suddenly seemed to close. The rivalry that once felt so sharp now felt like a memory.

"Maybe we should stop being enemies," Seonghwa suggested, his voice softer than usual.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Maybe."

It was then, in that one fleeting moment amidst the echoes of cheering and the warmth of shared understanding, that Y/N and Seonghwa began to see each other in an entirely new light. The frost of their animosity slowly melted away, revealing the beginnings of something altogether different: a tentative, blossoming connection neither of them had really expected but both were now quite willing to explore.

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[drdemonprince]

Hey Doctor Price!

Do you have any tips for how to stay sane while autistic with no privacy? I live in a one room college dorm with a freind and there's literally nowhere anywhere on my campus where I can have even 15 minutes alone without being on edge that someone will come in any second. I'm going nuts and struggling to cope :[

I was in a four person dorm room on a 50,000 student campus and suffered from overwhelm virtually all the time, and I had to compensate by learning to really scope out the places where privacy could be found, so I believe I have some relevant tips for you!

Locate the study rooms or study carrels that can be signed out for individual use, typically in the library. Keep a close eye on them and book them as often and as early as you can, as they tend to be booked up during finals quite quickly.

Scope out the computer labs and study areas in department-specific buildings and get a sense of their busy and fallow periods, especially ones that remain unlocked during the weekends. I worked in the Psychology Department computer lab as a work study student, and they were completely empty on the weekends. The Sociology Department's computer labs were also totally empty most nights and weekends too.

For that matter, find on-campus jobs that can get you some privacy, often lab monitoring or administrative jobs in smaller offices. One summer I worked at the front desk of the student newspaper, which was tucked away on the eighth floor of a massive building, and it got basically no business because it was the summer. I also worked as a Psych Department admin and hid myself away in the copy room and supply closet as often as possible. If a job gives you key card access to break rooms or bathrooms you might not otherwise be able to use, so much the better.

Find the bathrooms that are tucked far away from any heavy activity. Check out the basements, top floors, and down around the corners of long hallways, and near meeting halls that have to be reserved for special events. The Chemistry building had a weird, shitty women's restroom that had been converted from a supply closet across a long walkway connecting two buildings, and everybody hated it. That meant it was nearly always empty. In my old office in the Psych building at Loyola, there was a bathroom off the main hall that was busy, but then another that was up a half flight of stairs near a room that was only ever used for guest speakers. NOBODY used that bathroom. I spent hours in there curled up in the dark vaping.

Learn the rhythms of a building or area of campus so you can take advantage of slow periods. If a building only has one dedicated purpose, such as a massive lecture hall, try checking it out when you know there aren't any class sessions happening. If a building is only used for recitations but those are only on tuesdays and thursdays, check it out on a wednesday. I went to a big football school, so on weekends half the campus was absoultely crawling with sports fans, but the gyms were completely dead during that period.

Stairwells. Sit at the tops of stairwells. If a building has multiple sets of stairs, find one that's far off in a corner and then hike your ass all the way to the top floor. The southwest stairwell of Loyola's Information Commons is a place I've written whole essays in, and even attended Zoom meetings from, it's so quiet.

Learn you roomate's schedule. If you're on good terms, ask them to put their schedule up on a whiteboard where you can see it, and share your own. Both of you will want time alone sometimes, and coordinating can really help. If your'e on good terms you can text as well. If your roommate ever requests alone time to study or to fuck, you get to, too.

Find the totally useless neglected spaces by exploring a little. Some dorm buildings have a shared kitchen in the basement or an activity room with air hockey tables that nobody uses. Laundry rooms are good during off times. Because most campuses are in a perpetual state of construction, there's usually old union buildings or emptied-out department buildings that haven't officially closed down yet but have next to nothing going on in them. There's lots of small waiting areas by professor's offices in nearly every building. Try every door. Duck into available classrooms. You will get interrupted sometimes but the more you learn the countors of the place and its patterns the more mastery you will have, and the less stress you will feel about the possibility of being interrupted.

I know that you said there is nowhere for you to find privacy, Anon, but I promise you that is not true! I have been on 50,000 person campuses, 12,000 person campuses, and for a few years I worked on a 2,000 person campus. I was ALWAYS able to find tucked-away bathrooms, empty classrooms, tops of stairwells, and weird neglected study areas to find some peace in. You can too. Please explore and help yourself feel more in control of this stressful situation! Good luck and let me know how it goes.

[ughkat]

focus on me | l.r.h

part eight

part seven here

tutorluke! x fem!reader

a/n: { part 9 plot twist coming soon...}

cw: tutor x student, angst

not proofread

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Monday

The hum of an air conditioning unit mixed with sporadic clicks of my professor's keyboard filled my dull classroom on a particularly gray morning. The weekend flew by, my overthinking and dissociation eating the time away.

"I'll see you on Monday."

The message flashed repeatedly in my mind for the past fourty-eight hours, trying to dissect the tone and intent. I rested my elbow on the desk beneath me, leaning my cheek into my hand. I absentmindedly tugged at loose threads on my hoodie sleeve, my eyes stuck in a daze on the blank white board in front of me. I wondered if Luke was actually going to show up, if I should just leave after class despite his assurance that we would see each other. My teeth met my bottom lip, I chewed anxiously as I questioned if I even wanted to face him, my nerves turning into insecurity.

I didn't want to imagine the stupidity and embarrassment I would feel if I stayed after class waiting for Luke, for him to end up not showing. My pen tapped the desk quickly, my hands finding anything to fidget with. My eyes darted to the clock, noting the ten minutes left of class and began to feel uneasy. My stomach was in a knot, no matter how much I tried to convince myself I was being dramatic, I couldn't help but panic.

Everything will be fine. He's a man, with a life. You have yourself sick over nothing. You're being ridiculous. This is stupid. He's not mad at you. Everything is okay.

I reassured myself frantically in my head, taking balanced breaths as the end of class drew closer.

I jumped slightly in my seat, the brief dismissal bell catching me by surprise, despite my eyes being glued to the clock. My classmates made their way to the door, ignoring my professors thrown in final words as they cramped the walkway. My thumb being chewed by my anxious teeth, unaware of my approaching teacher.

"Happy Monday." He grinned warmly, placing a brown leather satchel over his shoulder. I smiled softly at his friendly manor, nodding slightly at his greeting.

"Right." I muttered, returning the smile as he made his way out of the classroom, leaving me to myself. I glanced behind me at the door, peering out the small window in the middle of it, trying to get a peek at any approaching people. A heavy sigh left my lips, turning around and slumping in my chair with frustration. I shot a look to the clock. 11:02.

"If you're not here in eight minutes, I'm leaving." I muttered to myself quietly, crossing my arms tightly against my chest.

As if he heard me, the door latch behind me clicked abruptly, opening gently. I sighed deeply, keeping my eyes in front of me as I listened to the nearing footsteps on my left side.

From my peripheral, I watched Luke's careful frame pull a chair from the desk adjacent to me, turning it around and straddling it. His arms crossed on the back of the chair, only a few inches from my seat.

My eyes darted to the side, meeting his stern look briefly before returning them to my bare desk in front of me.

"Good morning." He spoke deeply, the silence in the room mixed with his low tone intimidated me more than I had anticipated

"It's not morning." I blurted out softly in a stutter, my obvious nerves making me sound like a fool. Luke chuckled through his nose, looking down at his hands crossed before him.

"What's the matter?" He hesitated before speaking, though his tone was genuine. I glanced at him, his expression softened. My eyebrows furrowed slightly, a part of me in disbelief that he truly wouldn't know why I was tense with him.

"I don't know..." I shrugged, "I guess I felt like you were avoiding me." I shook my head as I spoke, listening to how ridiculous I sounded speaking my paranoid thoughts out loud. Luke sighed deeply, his eyes leaving mine.

"I didn't mean to." He began, adjusting himself in his seat. My face twisted slightly at his choice of words, though I stayed quiet as he continued to explain, "I don't think you could understand my reasoning for any of this." He brought his thumb and index finger to the corners of his eyes, scrunching his face with frustration. I shook my head, uncrossing my arms slowly.

"What does that even mean?" I scoffed. Luke sat up in his seat, placing a hand on the desk in front of me.

"It's just... My problems. About this." He motioned with his hands at the two of us, "They're too big for you." My confusion on grew the more he spoke, though I could only infer that he was calling me too immature or unintelligent for his thoughts on our situation.

"I'm not an idiot, Luke." I turned to face him, looking at him sternly.

"Y/n, that's not what I mean, you know that." He shook his head with purpose, his face still scrunched with stress.

"I don't, though. I don't know what you're trying to say." I exclaimed at a quiet shout, tossing my hands up with frustration. Luke wiped an anxious hand over his face, letting out a deep sigh.

"You." He leaned an elbow on the desk, his pointer finger centimeters from my face. His words warm against my skin, "You're not good for me." He spoke deeply. I made a face of confusion. I was beginning to get deja vu.

"Luke, we talked about this already." I watched his expression closely as he spoke.

"No." He interrupted me, "I need you... More than this." He motioned with hands to the room surrounding us, "This, meeting only in secret and during sessions thing isn't working for me. I need you. All of you. All the time." He rambled.

"...What are you saying?" I spoke carefully, tilting my head. Luke's eyes met mine.

"I'm going to end up having to choose between you, or my job." He breathed. I slowly began to understand his words, realizing we were on the same page about our feelings towards each other. I agreed, I didn't want to just see Luke in private. I wanted to go out with him, be public with him, show him to my friends. I needed him. However, I knew he would choose his career over a crush.

"I'm sorry." Was all I could muster. My frustrated eyes shot down to my hands in my lap, I began to feel choked up with frustration and anxiety. Luke frantically scooted closer, placing a hand on my knee.

"Hey." He soothed, "This isn't your fault. It's mine. I was unprofessional." He murmured.

"Why is it wrong?" I argued, "I'm not some stupid kid. I know what I'm doing. Who cares if you're a tutor. Why is this wrong?" I ranted angrily. I believed every word I said, I felt that it was unfair that two consenting adults couldn't form their own relationship, due to one of them working at the school the other attended.

"They can't bend the rules for just us." Luke sighed. The silence was deafening. The two of us sat tense, gathering our thoughts.

"I don't know what to do, Y/n." Luke spoke pathetically, his tone desperate. He looked uo at me through his lashes with obvious disappointment. I hesitated speaking my mind, biting my lip before my words escaped before I could think.

"What if I drop out..?" I spoke quietly, avoiding eye contact with the man beside me. Luke craned his neck forward, leaning in closer.

"What?" He asked in disbelief, praying he misheard me. I swallowed the lump in my throat with a sigh.

"If I don't go here, they can't get you in trouble for being with me." I spilled. Luke furrowed his brows, his mouth slightly agape.

"Please, don't be ridiculous, Y/n." He whined, "Do you hear how stupid of an idea that is? That's your solution? Drop out of school?" He pressed, his tone full of caring anger.

"What else is there, Luke?!" I spat, "We just cut each other off, act like we never met? Is that what you want?" I exclaimed.

"Of course not!" Luke stood from his seat, matching my tone, "But, Y/n, I can't think of anything else logical to do!" He annunciated with his hands.

"I don't even like school, there's no point in me being here anyway." I griped, sinking into my chair.

"You're being ridiculous." Luke scoffed, "Do you see where you are? Do you understand the privilege you have to be going to this school? How many people would kill to be in your position? Yet you wanna give it all up for me. Listen to yourself." He raised his voice, speaking dramatically with his hands. I shook my head with anger, yet mentally agreeing with every word he spoke.

The tension was cut in half by the unexpected and premature arrival of my professor, entering the class ten minutes early. The cold vibe in the room was obvious, my professor giving both Luke and I a look as he entered.

"Afternoon." He smiled suspiciously, making his way to the desk, "Everything okay?" He spoke, noticing the lack of instruments in mine and Luke's arms.

"Uh, yeah." Luke forced a chuckle, "Focused on listening to some classic guitar songs today, took a little break from playing." Luke quickly came up with a lie, I couldn't tell if my professor bought it.

"Great." He nodded, opening his laptop to tend to his own work. Luke glanced to me, both of us telepathically asking each other what to do, but both leaving the question unanswered. I looked to the clock, noting the five minutes left, and decided to free myself from the extra stress of waiting. I gathered my bag, giving Luke a final look as I stood up.

"I will see you tomorrow." I exaggerated my words, looking at him deeply before exiting the room.

[baraadmirer]

"Oh, hey Takashi." I turn around.

"Teach!" The school's PE teacher leans against the stone brick wall, smiling at me. His huge pecs are struggling to escape from the tight tank top he's wearing. I consciously will myself to not get hard at the sight of this marvelous specimen. "Did you need me for something?"

"No," he says simply. "I was just thinking the rugby team's going to miss having a star such as you once you graduate this year."

"I'm going to miss you coaching the team," I laugh nervously. Still smiling, he walks over and ruffles my hair. I feel my face growing really warm.

"What's going on, Takashi? You got a fever?" I try to retreat, but when he puts the back of his hand on my forehead, I can't hold back any longer and let out a stifled moan. He looks down. While I manage to not reach my orgasm, an obvious stain dots the front of my pants. "Takashi, are you gay?" Words are caught in my throat and I start to shiver in fear. My eyes begin to tear up, but before I can do anything else, he hugs me and I feel the strength in his football-sized biceps wrap around me protectively. "I am, so I know how it feels to open up about it." I rest my head on his warm yet firm chest, and my cheek brushes up against his nipple. He exclaims "Wait!" before it turns into a drawn-out groan. I feel pressure against my thigh and I look down to see his pants fill out. "I'm so sorry, Takashi, this is inappropriate—"

"It's okay, teach," I reassure him. "I've, um, actually wanted to know what it'd be like to be with you." He frowns.

"We're still teacher and student, you know."

"I do, but..." I can't finish my sentence any further as I feel my cock pressing hard against the fabric.

He sighs. "Well, you're 18, so that's one thing I don't have to worry about. Come with me," he says as he escorts me into a nearby storage room. After he locks the door, my first instinct is to bury my face in his waxed armpit. "Do you like that, Takashi?" he asks in a lower, hushed voice as he undoes my belt .

"I do, teach," I reply. "I never noticed how trim you are."

"I bodybuild on the side," he says as he pulls down my pants and underwear. "Maybe I'll give you a private show one day."

"Yes, please," I say breathily. The thought of him posing in front of me makes me drip. He looks down at the string of precum descending from my dick.

"Well, we can't have a mess in here," he mutters as he gets on his knees. Before I can say anything else he places his tongue underneath my precum before lapping it all up and putting his mouth over my dick. I grunt softly as he softly brushes his tongue up my frenulum and teases my urethra. I can only look in stunned silence as he goes down further on my cock, nearly down to the base.

"Teach," I manage to get out as he moans around my dick, "if you keep doing that I'm going to— oh fuck..." My head rolls backwards as I feel my brain getting flooded with bliss and Mr. Enomoto's mouth getting pumped with my cum. After a few seconds I look down as I catch my breath; his mouth is still on my cock and he stares up at me. There isn't a single drop of cum anywhere; not on his face, not on his floor, nowhere.

"I hope you're feeling better now, Takashi," he says to me, standing back up. "Now you better run along, OK?" I nod and walk out of the storage room, trying to process what had just happened.

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It's nearing the end of graduation dinner. As I'm saying goodbyes to some of my rugby teammates I catch sight of Mr. Enomoto, dressed in a tux that accentuates his physique.

"Hey, teach. Enjoy the dinner?" I ask. It's so hard to remain casual after what happened.

"Ate my fill," he chuckles, patting his stomach. "Hope you've made your share of good memories with your friends."

"I sure did!" I avert my eyes to the side. "I was hoping that I could make some memories with you too..." He puts a hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

"Meet me outside in ten minutes. I'll give you a ride." My heart skips a beat as I take in what he just said to me. I walk outside at the scheduled time and I see him sitting inside a well-furnished sedan. "Hop in," he tells me, and I do so without a word.

"Where are we going?" I ask him as he heads off in a direction that I'm not familiar with.

"My place. Thought you might want to head on over to my place for a nightcap."

"Of course, teach. We're not going to see each other that often once I graduate." He ruffles my hair when the car stops at a red light.

"Let's make the most out of our time together," he says looking at me with a smile etched on his face. In no time we're parked in front of his house, modest but well-cared for. "Well, let's head on in!" I follow him out of the car and walk through his front door. He quickly hangs his coat and heads towards the kitchen.

"Can I get you a drink?" he yells as I take off my shoes.

"Yes, please," I answer. As I enter the living room, he joins me with two glasses in his hand: one filled with red wine, the other some carbonated drink fizzing away.

"Hope you don't mind Sprite," he says sheepishly. "You're still a little young for this."

"Don't mind at all," I say, downing the entire thing in almost one gulp.

"Anyway, I'm just going to use the bathroom upstairs. See you in a bit." I give him a light nod as he walks away. I spend what feels like the next fifteen minutes looking at the paintings in his living room and admiring his sense of interior decoration.

"He's taking a while," I mutter to myself. I walk upstairs and see the door to the bathroom open. Empty. Strange, I think. Taking a few steps down the hall, I notice another door left ajar. "Teach?" I called out as I pushed it open. As my eyes adjust, I see a silhouetted figure on the far end of the room walk towards me.

"So glad you could join me, Takashi." Teach is completely naked, as I see his humongous body loom before me, his biceps as huge as grapefruits.

"Oh, god," I moan as I feel my pants tighten. "You look amazing." He lowers his head to my ear.

"You can do whatever you want with me tonight," he breathes into my ear. At those words I take everything off me and begin kissing him, my hands exploring every vast part of his body.

"I said I'd give you a show," Teach says to me. He takes a few steps back and starts striking a few poses. My jaw drops and I can feel a drop of precum running down the side of my cock. I close the distance between us and start sucking on his luscious nipples. He lets out a groan of pleasure and his cock presses against my stomach. I drop to my knees and start swallowing it, hearing his moans becoming higher and higher-pitched as it throbs against my tongue.

"You're quite the bitch, aren't you, teach?" I growl.

"Oh yes," he gasps. "Getting dominated by young studs like you is my major turn-on."

"In that case, you won't mind that I do this." I stand up, turn him around and push him onto the bed before delivering a meaty slap to his ass. He lets out a strangled cry of ecstasy as I deliver a few more.

I lie down on the bed next to him. "Get on my cock," I order. He gets up and slowly lowers himself on me, and I can't help but let out a groan as his ass muscles begin gripping tightly around my dick. As I thrust my hips into him, he starts letting out pitiful whimpers.

After ten minutes of repeatedly fucking him, Mr. Enomoto cries out, "I'm gonna cum, Takashi!"

"That's it, teach, spew all over your former student!" I egg him on as he roars, thick white seed shooting out of his cock in thick ropes and splattering on my chest. "You got me going, teach. Ready to take my load up your ass?"

"Oh, I'm ready, stud," he says as he strikes a double biceps pose. I gasp as I feel his walls clamping down harder on my dick.

"That's how you've been staying so buff isn't it?" I tease him. "Just taking loads from your former players?"

"Oh fuck yeah," he pants as kisses one of his sweat-covered biceps. "Strong virile young men like you give me the protein I need to become the sexy motherfucker you see before you!"

"Take my protein shot, muscleslut!" I cry out, reaching my climax and painting his insides white.

"Oh I can feel your warm load in me Takashi!" he cries before collapsing on me and giving me a deep kiss. I pant as I finish riding my orgasm. Mr. Enomoto guides me to our sides as he rests next to me, my dick still in his ass. "Takashi, call me whenever you need a nice tight hole to cum in. I'll always be ready to take more loads from you." I smirk and give him a deep kiss as the two of us drift off into slumber.

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Jolyne's Teacher Pt. 1 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Masterlist | Chapter 2- Panic

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class. You thought most of the teacher reports regarding Jolyne were lies or jokes but they turned out to be true. Jolyne likes to do things on her own even showing up to the schools annual Open house by herself. Seeing as she was by herself you take back to her house and meet Mr Cujoh for the first time. You and Mr. Cujoh seem to hit if off after a few months of talking… but you can't help but notice some bizarre things keep happening around the Cujoh's

Small mentions: SPOILERS, Jotaro gets divorced sooner then what is stated in manga

Chapter 1- Open House

A new school year had just begun which means new students and new names to learn. We had a meeting on Friday since school starts again on Monday. "Did you get Malcolm Sanchez this year?" A lot of the teachers were asking who they got this year and how lucky they were that they didn't have so and so students. I normally keep to myself when it comes to that talk, but, "Hey Y/n did you get Jolyne Cujoh this year? I had her for second grade."

"I do, why?" A few teachers that were listening chuckled and laughed, "Jolyne is quite the hand full."

"Be careful with her."

"I heard she starts fights with other kids for no reason."

They started to gossip about her and her family, "The father is a good for nothing husband that's why his wife left him-" I decided to walk out and not listen to them. You never know a family's circumstances so you can't judge them so quickly. If Jolyne is the type to do those things then it might be for a reason.

**A month later**

"And that is how you divide..." I turned around to look at the rest of the class, "Any questions?" A few students raised their hands, and I called out to them and answered their questions. I'm a third-grade teacher for room 203, "I'll be doing separate tutoring at the table in the back tomorrow if any of you are still having trouble with math. The bell is about to ring. Please make sure to pack all of your things away and take your math packet with you today so you can practice at home."

They all got up from their seats and grabbed their belongings from the cubbies, "Ah I almost forgot. Alright, class listen up." I clapped my hands to get their attention, "Remember today is Open house at 6 pm at the school. It's a chance for your parent to meet your new teacher. When you come to the school go through the main office and then come to my classroom. I can't wait to see you all later tonight." The bell finally rang, "Have a great rest of your day class! Those of you who are taking the bus can go and those that are getting picked up, stand in line in front of the door and wait for me."

I noticed one of my students Jolyne Cujoh looked upset as she stood in line she was in the back of the line. "Morgan start opening the door! Jolyne is something wrong?"

"I can't come to the open House today... my dad is busy working." She looked upset about not being able to go. I locked the door to the classroom. "It's okay if you're not able to come... Trust me nothing special ever happens at an open house." I chuckled, "I know but... you're one of the best teachers I've had so far and I want to be there today."

"Okay... well, do you have any other realities that can take you?... What about your mom or grandparents?" I looked at Jolyne who was looking down at the ground as we walked to the car pick area. She went quiet, did I ask the wrong question? "My grandparents live in Japan and New York, plus... my mom and dad aren't together anymore." Shit, what do I say now? "I'm sorry to hear that Jolyne... Well, maybe Annie's parents can take you tonight. You two live near each other so maybe you could go together." Jolyne lit up at the idea I gave her.

"I'll go ask her parents! Thank you Ms. L/N." She waved goodbye and entered the car with Annie I waved back to them and made my way to my car.

I forgot the other teachers had spoken about Jolyne's parents being separated due to the father working so much that he doesn't have time for them. But instead of taking Jolyne with her, she left Jolyne with her father, and he doesn't have time a lot of time to spend with her. I feel bad for her she probably spends most of her time alone at home or at a friend's house. Poor Jolyne.

I went home changed my cloth and got ready for the meeting. As I arrived at the school I saw someone sitting in front of the classroom door, "Jolyne, what are you doing here? Where's your father?" She was sitting alone, "He couldn't come he got stuck at work."

"Did Annie's parents take you here?" Please tell me they did! "No... I came here by myself." I blinked a few times trying to understand the situation at hand, on the inside I was screaming and panicking. A child walked alone to school and probably no one knows where she is... great... and its raining to it off... just what I needed to start the open house, "Okay, Jolyne I want you to stay by my side for the night. If anyone offers to take you home you tell them no, okay?" She nodded, "Good, let's go inside the others should be coming soon."

As the other students and parents entered the room I kept calling Mr. Cujoh's number, but no answer. I'll have to leave a voice mail since it's already six pm and I need to start the meeting, "Hello Mr. Cujoh this is Y/N L/N I'm Jolyne's Third-grade teacher. It appears Jolyne had made her way to the school to open house. She is here with me in the classroom at the moment. When you can please call back at this number." I hung up taking a deep breath, hopefully, he gets back to me soon. "Welcome to today's open house, I'm Ms. L/n, it's nice to meet you all..."

After speaking and presenting myself to the parents, I made sure Jolyne stayed within eyesight she sat at her desk and was drawing while I talked to some parents and answered any of their questions. Some of the parents gave me their contact information and then left. Now it was just me and Jolyne in the class. "Jolyne, this is your father's phone number, correct?" I showed her the phone number, "Yeah, that's his number." I might have to drive her home if no one calls or comes within the next ten minutes. Luckily I live nearby so it's not much of a hassle.

I called his number again, "Hello Mr. Cujoh, It's Y/N L/N Jolyne's teacher again. The open house is over and I can't stay any longer in the school since the main office is closing soon. I'll be taking Jolyne home, hopefully, we can talk by then, See you soon." I was about to hang up when Jolyne took the phone from my hand, "Jolyne!" She started laughing, "I'm okay dad, Ms. L/n is really nice and she'll make sure I get home safely! Bye, dad! He's gonna be so mad when I get home!" I chuckled taking the phone from her and hanging up. "Alright, let's go to your house."

Pulling up to the driveway there was a car that was parked, that must be Mr. Cujoh's car. We both got out and walked to the front door. I held an umbrella covering us both. I felt something touch my hand, it was Jolyne she held onto my hand as footsteps can be heard from inside. The door swung up and a tall man stood in front wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck, his hair looked a bit messy, "What is it?" His voice sound upset and angry, he looked so intimidating that I didn't know what to say to him. Our eyes meet causing me to flinch and look at Jolyne, "Jolyne!" He bent down hugging Jolyne in his arm and then let go. "Where have you been?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!" He took a deep breath, "Go to your room, we'll talk later."

Jolyne waved goodbye as she walked in. Her father watched as she left us alone. "Thank you for bringing her here... Ms..."

"L/n, Y/n L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cujoh I'm Jolyne's teacher. She came to the school's open house today." His eyes widen, "I'm so sorry about that... please come inside it's raining you could get sick." He moved to the side allowing me to enter, "Thank you." I walked into his house, he closed the door. Taking a look around there were quite a few pictures of Mr. Cujoh and marine animals. "I'll have to repay you for today. I'm so sorry for all of this." I could tell he felt embarrassed by this even though the tone of his voice says otherwise. "It's fine... It's actually the first time I've ever had a student do that. It's sweet seeing a student to support their teacher." I smiled to myself as I followed behind him.

"Still, I can't thank you enough. Jolyne... She's very special... to me." As we walked in there were a few pictures of him when he was younger with a group of friends and pictures with Jolyne. "Here," I was busy looking at the pictures in the house that I didn't notice we were in his office room. I looked down at his hands he had two twenty-dollar bills. "This is for gas money and as a thanks." I lightly pushed his hand away, he looked at me confused, "Don't worry about it Mr. Cujoh. I live near the area so it was no trouble at all." He put the money away.

"Well do you drink? I can take you out for drinks this weekend if you'd like." Is he asking me out?... No, he's just being nice. "I'm not much of a drinker... how about some coffee, I know this nice coffee place nearby. We can meet there on Saturday morning."

"Yeah, sure. I'll pay for your coffee then. Maybe you could tell about how Jolyne is doing in class." I smiled at him, "Yeah, defiantly." He cleared his throat, "It's getting late you should be heading home, I bet your partner is worried about you." I showed him my hands, "I'm not married... Divorced."

"Sorry, I didn-" I cut him off, "Don't worry about it. Anyway, let me give you my personal number. The number I was calling you with before is actually my work number." He gave me a pen and paper, and I began writing my number and name down. "Call me on Friday night so we can make plans for the time we'll meet."

"I'll call you Friday then." We walked over to the door, "Were you calling my phone before?" I was about to leave, "I did but you didn't answer." He sighed, "My phone ran out of battery, and star... Never mind. I'll see you on Saturday then." He opened the door for me, "Drive carefully and get home safely."

"Will do. Bye, Mr. Cujoh." We said our goodbye and I headed home. If today's event I just wanted to sleep it off.

Series Masterlist

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

✏️Chiaki can pretend to be as disinterested as she likes, it won't change the fact that she was clearly jealous upon learning that Hajime and Mikan once woke up in the same bed together. Speaking of which, did learning of that incident motivate her to be a bit more bold around her precious player-two going forward?

Warning: Lewd Content Below

(thanks for the ✏️, means a lot <3)

“First place again. You really are too good.” Hajime sighed, but not in sadness. Playing games with Chiaki has been his main way to end each night on the island. Though he had to take a small break when he was sick, he's glad to be back in his best friend's room. What could he say? He felt more at home there than anywhere else.

“You've gotten rusty. You sure you aren't still sick?” Chiaki asked. She was currently wearing a onesie that hugged her curves a little too tightly for Hajime’s liking (the thought of another guy seeing his best friend like this made him several different kinds of weird that he didn't want to unpack). So he had to avert his eyes whenever he spoke to her.

“Uh, yeah, I think I'm just not as good as you haha. Mikan gave me the all clear. Should be right as rain.” Unfortunately, if Hajime would look at Chiaki, he'd notice her clear look of jealousy whenever he talked about other girls.

“...she could be wrong.”

“Huh?”

“Nurses make mistakes all the time…I think?”

“Oh well, you know Mikan. She's a really good nurse. Not just because she's an ultimate. Plus, she tends to go a little overboard when confirming people's health. She wouldn't even let me sleep by myself.”

“...what?”

“Yeah, she slept in the same hospital bed as me to make sure I didn't have any convulsions while I slept. Was totally embarrassing.” Hajime chuckled to himself as he recalled the story, even blushing a bit. However, Hajime still couldn't see Chiaki's facial expressions, nor explain that his blush was just embarrassment from being babied so much while recovering. As such, he didn't witness Chiaki's absolutely furious stare, and near controller smashing grip. She stood up and stared at the talentless student, determined she needed to make her move before it was too late.

“...but if you're still sick, I need to care for you too, even if I need to sleep with you too.” Chiaki got closer.

“N-no, it's fine, you don't have to do that.” Hajime backed away.

“...is my outfit making you uncomfortable?”

“H-huh. W-what, noooooo?” Hajime struggled to lie as his head was still turned away from his crush friend.

“It's fine Hajime…I've already changed.”

“Thank go-aaaaaaah!” Hajime, for the first time, turned to face her. Unfortunately when he did, Chiaki had already taken off her tight-fit onesie. And put on nothing else! She fully flaunted her naked body in front of him. Her double d cup tits were practically in his face, while her big fuckable ass seated on his leg. “C-chiaki!”

“You've been driving me crazy with your words, mister. So now, I'm going to drive you crazy.”

“C-chiaki…” Hajime's jaw was on the floor. His brain struggled to keep up with his body. She was his best friend. He couldn't.

“C'mon, let's ruin our friendship~”

Fuck it.

[The following morning]

*RING RING! RING RING!*

“H-hello?”

“Oh Chiaki! I didn't know you were with Hajime this early in the morning. Could I speak with him right now?”

“N-no! He's…busy at the moment.”

“Oh, I see. Sorry, I was just checking up on his condition. As a nurse I take my job very seriously.”

“Well I'll tell him tha- oh don't you dare put on that condom!”

“W-what!”

“I-I, uh, I said d-don't you dare put down the phone! I-I can tell Hajime anything you tell me…I think?”

“Really? Thank you so much Chiaki!”

“No- FUCK!. S-sorry, I meant no problem.”

“Just please tell him to get at least 9 hours of sleep each night.”

“Mhhhhhhhmm.~”

“And to take his medicine once every 6 hours.”

“Yes. Yes yes yes oh fucking yes!”

“A-and make sure he eats primarily hot meals.”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh! Yes, more!”

“Wow, you really care about healthcare too Chiaki?” Mikan spoke on the other side of the phone with sparkles in her eyes.

“...I fucking love it~”

[hungwy]

Had a very strange dream where I was not a student at this random college but I accidentally became one somehow after getting trapped at a very-populated on-campus convention and became haunted by a dead woman after chilling on a bed the college installed. And suddenly I was kicked out because the venue got closed, and I didn't know what to do, so I wandered around this city-sized campus until I climb a small hill and see a cheap apartment front with two people and a van out front, and I jump down off the hill and my light pink jeans it turns out I'm wearing just slip right off mid fall and land somewhere near the van. I was concerned but first I introduced myself to and talked with the stoner couple sitting out front for a bit. They saw my pants slide off mid-jump they said it might have landed in their van. So I walk over to their van and look in the trunk and there's like plastic cubbies, and I'm rummaging through the plastic cubbies and can't find my light pink jeans at all, and there's this rat that keeps running around in the van. I tell them a rat is in the van and they're like (stoner voice) woah. I can't remember exactly but I think I give up even though I dearly want my pants back.

There's a flash-forward to some vague time in the future where I returned to this literal college city and I was with some burly mustached tour guide guy, and we ended up on a plane-shaped bus and rocketed down the highway to the main building of the college. Once we got off it turned out my pink jeans are like, a meme now, everyone knew about them, everyone thought they're hilarious, my long gone jeans were a symbol of the college. And I realized I really want to find them again (unrelated to their popularity), and this tour group was going to help me. I can't remember specifics any more but it was kind of grueling and we kept ending up in situations where like a hotel door opened up to three different rooms or the building was just an impossibly large and dark hangar and I woke up before we find my jeans

[braveclementine]

Chapter 4

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

.❤️.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 steadily until September 1 came. I woke up extremely early, even earlier than Dad. Full moon had been two weeks prior so he was able to come to the station with me today. I bounced down the stairs to make myself tea, bacon, and eggs.

Dad came downstairs an hour later, going to the kitchen to reheat cold eggs and bacon. I had already dragged my heavy trunk down the stairs and set it up by the door. I hadn't put Sadie in her cage yet though. I wasn't going to put her back in until the last second. I didn't like the idea of animals being in cages (which was ironic because I loved the zoo. Of course, one could argue that those 'cages' were much bigger and would be more accurately classified as 'habitats'). She had just come in from a night of hunting and was sleeping in my room.

Dad smiled at me before rubbing his eyes and sitting down, putting his plate of reheated food in front of him. "So, today's the big day, huh?"

I nodded, to nervous to say much. I kept rushing up and down the stairs, making sure I hadn't forgotten something or adding something to the trunk.

At 10:00, we left the house. Dad had called a Wizarding taxi and so that's what we arrived at the station in. Dad and the taxi driver talked the entire time about wizarding politics while I stared out the windows, watching as we jumped lanes. We got to the station at 10: 30, leaving us with plenty of time before the train left.

Dad led me to where the border was for the Hogwarts express. I eyed the brick wall shrewdly. Then, looking around, I walked into it, closing my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a cleaner station- it looked almost brand new. There was a bright red train on the tracks, waiting for students to hop on before it took off.

There were some other early birds but I didn't feel like getting on the train quite yet. I let the conductors take my luggage and Sadie, and I stood by my dad while we waited for it to get near the time the train was supposed to leave.

I started getting even more nervous, looking around to see if I would recognize my own brother. Lupin seemed to sympathize with my anxiety. He turned me around so I couldn't see anyone and got on one knee to talk to me. He pulled me into a hug and I hugged him back fiercely.

"Don't worry about Harry, Elizabeth." He whispered in my ear, stilling hugging me. I rested my chin on his shoulder. "Even if you don't see him now or on the train, you'll see him at the sorting ceremony. You'll have plenty of time to get to know each other. You don't have to worry about anything."

"Except grades." I said matter of factly. "Oh and what house I'm going to be sorted into because I'm afraid I won't get into Gryffindor." It was a feeling and as I've said before- my feelings are pretty good.

"Elizabeth, just because you're not in Gryffindor won't mean that you're not my daughter, or that you're not James and Lily's daughter. You'd do wonderfully in Ravenclaw, you're so smart, or Hufflepuff because you're so kind. Heck, Lizzy, even Slytherin-"

"I won't be in Slytherin." I said fiercely. "I'll leave first."

Lupin smiled gently, pulling back, but keeping his hands on my shoulders. "I don't care what house you're in is all I'm saying, okay?"

I nodded, the apprehension and nerves still tingling in my stomach. "I love you dad."

"I love you too sweetheart. Now get on the train so it won't leave without you." Lupin squeezed me tightly again. "Oh, you're growing up so quickly." He almost seemed to fret with the last sentence.

I smiled and grabbed the train handle to climb onto the train. Then there was a flash through my mind, like I was seeing something that wasn't there. A flaming red stone on a stair made of stone. I let go of the handle and took a step back from the train, frowning and slightly apprehensive.

"Elizabeth?" I heard my dad's voice. He sounded a bit worried, "You okay?"

I turned to see him. "Um, yeah, everything's fine." I frowned and turned back to the train and grabbed the handle. Nothing happened. I climbed onto the train, turned and waved to dad, and then hurried through the train to find an empty compartment.

I found an empty one and I went inside and sat down, still frowning. What was that random red stone? It had been glistening like it was on fire.

I pushed it out of my mind fairly quickly however, and pulled out one of my Muggle books. It was a bunch of fairy tales written by the Brothers Grimm.

There was a knock on the compartment door some time later, and I looked up. There was a young girl standing outside it, probably my age. She had bushy brown hair and brown eyes. I eyed her warily.

"May I come in?" She asked in a very posh accent.

"Sure," I said, excited to make my very first friend. If, she was friendly, that is.

She sat down on the seat opposite me. She seemed very nervous as well. She was also already wearing her school robes. I wondered which Hogwarts house symbol would be sewed onto her robes tomorrow morning.

"I don't want to be rude," I asked hesitantly. "Are you a muggle?"

She nodded, "Yes. I was quite excited when I found out about Hogwarts. You must be a pure-blood then?"

"No, half-blood. My dad was a wizard and my mum was a muggle born witch." I said. "But I lived with my adopted dad because they both passed away. My dad's also a Wizard." I didn't mention that he was a werewolf. Werewolves had even more biased hate in the Muggle world.

"I'm Hermione Granger." She said, sticking out a hand.

"Elizabeth Kane," I said, smiling and shaking it. "Welcome to the Wizarding world."

She was the type of girl who, when nervous, started talking as fast as possible. But that was alright, I talked quite fast too- though not when I was nervous. Our conversations were about books, both magical and muggle. She too liked to read and had been top of her class at her Muggle school. We were a perfect match.

"Even if we're not in the same house, we can be study buddies." I said sometime throughout the conversation. Things were going perfectly, just the way that I'd wanted them to go. This was probably my very first friend! "What house do you hope to be in?"

"Either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw." Hermione said rather quickly. I soon realized that Hermione wasn't a girl who talked fast only when she was nervous. She just talked fast- period. She was probably the first person I knew to talk at such a speed. Trang talked much slower because Vietnamese was her first language. Dad didn't talk fast either, perhaps because he didn't feel the need to rush all of his words out. But Hermione and I got our ideas out faster because we talked faster. And the plus was that we completely understood what the other was talking about. "Gryffindor sounds to be the best and of course, Dumbledore himself was in Gryffindor. But Ravenclaw could be a better fit for me, I'm not sure."

I nodded. "Both my dad's and my mum were in Gryffindor, but that doesn't mean anything of course. A family friend of mine, his name was Sirius, he was in Gryffindor even though his entire family was in Slytherin. I could easily end up in another house."

We laughed and talked some more until the compartment door opened again. This time, there was a very large and rather round boy there. He looked rather down. Hermione and I looked up at him.

"Have either of you seen a toad?" He asked gloomily. "I've lost him. His name is Trevor."

"Er- no." I said, exchanging a quick look with Hermione.

"What's your name?" Hermione asked, sounding excited again. I wondered if she'd had many friends outside of Hogwarts. I hadn't. It had been Trang, Kat, and Charis and really, mostly Trang because Kat moved to Germany and Charis was younger than me by a few years.

"Neville. Neville Longbottom." He said. "Well, I guess I should go and look for him in another compartment."

Hermione jumped up. "I'll help you look, that way, we can cover more area together."

I hesitated, the trolley-witch was coming through. "I'll join you guys in a moment, alright? I'm going to buy some food for us first."

Hermione waved, rather excitedly for someone who was going out to find a toad, and followed Neville out.

I bought licorice wands, Sugar Quills, chocolate frogs, and two flasks of pumpkin juice. I left them under my robes and then headed out to go and see if there was a toad in any compartments. 'A toad. Who in their right mind brings a bloody toad to Hogwarts', I thought as I walked down the hallway.

The first compartment I came to had two red head boys in it and an African American boy. The red heads looked like they might be twins.

I knocked lightly on the door. The red headed boys looked up and I saw that they were twins. The African American boy slammed the lid down on his cardboard box. I opened the door a couple of inches.

"Umm, have you seen a toad? A boy name Neville's lost one." I said shyly, looking down at the ground. I had forgotten my glasses but could still make out the lettering on the boy's box. Some sort of Muggle shoe box.

"Nah." One of the twins said. "What's your name? You're one of the first years, right?"

"Yeah, I'm Elizabeth Kane." I said, barely able to meet their curious gaze. "And you?"

"This is George," the second twin said. "And I'm Fred Weasley. That there is our friend Lee Jordan."

"Nice to meet all of you. I suppose I should continue helping Neville look for his toad." I said, blushing as I looked at Fred's face. What a cute guy. I wondered how much older he was then me and then blushed even darker. I hurried away from the compartment and went back to my own. Hermione wasn't back yet.

I closed the shutters for a couple of seconds while I put on my robes and then opened the shutters again.

A couple minutes later, Hermione came back, breathless. "Guess what!" she gushed, as I handed her some pumpkin juice. My mouth was full of chocolate frog so I just shrugged, reaching for my own Pumpkin juice.

"I just met Harry Potter!" She exclaimed.

I choked on my frog. Gasping for breath, I chugged the pumpkin juice, and when my air way was empty I sputtered, "No way! Really?"

"Yes. He has the scar and all. He also had horrible glasses. They were all patched up with tape. I repaired them for him." She said, pleased. "I'm just glad the spell went well."

"You did a charm already?" I asked, surprised and momentarily distracted. I could do multiple charms already-I'd been practicing out of my Charm textbook- but dad had warned me not do any magic outside of Hogwarts. So I didn't do magic. Not when he was around anyways. My self control was very limited.

"Well it was relatively easy." She said, slightly bragging. "and I've been practicing some at home. Can you do magic yet?"

"Yes." I said immediately, not wanting to be shown up by anyone, not even someone that I could possibly consider a friend. I had a rather competitive gene whether in sports or learning and it was this gene that resulted in me having few friends. Apparently I was a know-it-all. Oh well, at least I was going to become something when I grew up. "But dad told me not to do magic outside of Hogwarts. There are wizarding laws and since I'm eleven, I have the trace."

"Oh." Hermione said in surprise. She talked a bit more about Harry while I chewed on a licorice wand. He sounded like a nice boy. He had green eyes she said. 'Green eyes like mum.' I thought. He had glasses. 'Like me' I thought. 'And Dad'. I also wondered if his were for reading only or if he needed them for sight. There was so much I wanted to know. I would be able to ask him soon, I supposed.

The train started to slow down and I got up and stretched. I only had one chocolate frog left and I gave it to Hermione so that she could start a collection. I had a huge collection, about 538 cards at home. That was excluding my duplicates which probably put my collection around 1,254.

"Come on!" Hermione squealed, running down the hallway to exit the train. She was really much more excited than I was. Ridiculous really, but perhaps I was more nervous rather than excited.

"Wait up!" I called out, but others were coming out of their compartments and I fell behind. I shuffled behind the others. Outside the train, I looked around for Hermione. I heard a loud voice saying "Firs' Years! Firs' years over here!"

I followed the voice to a very large looking man. He was much taller than most everyone here, and wider too. Perhaps he was part giant. But he looked kind. I could tell by the eyes. He said something to another student and led the way down to the shore where we were to get into boats. I still couldn't find Hermione so I got into a random boat with some other kids.

The boats started across the water. The two girls in the boat introduced themselves as Parvati and Padma Patil. The boy in the boat introduced himself as Ernie Macmillan.

Ernie leaned forward as we started to go under a rock bridge. "Did you guys know that there's a rumor saying that Harry Potter is on the train?"

Parvati and Padma launched into immediate conversation with Ernie, asking all sorts of questions. His account wasn't as accurate as Hermione's. I wondered, if people knew about me, would they be saying, "Did you hear that Harry and Elizabeth Potter are on the train?" Would they be treating me any differently? That was an uncomfortable question and I was suddenly glad that I was only Elizabeth Kane- at least at the moment. Perhaps I would feel differently later.

I was thinking about a lot of 'perhapses'.

Hogwarts came into view as we rounded the bend, but there were quick flashes in my mind so I didn't see the castle right away. I went ridged, trying to place the images.

There was a man in a purple turban. Then, there was a boy with black hair and a scar on his head diving on a broom. Then, a three-headed dog. There was a tall mirror, and then there was the red stone again, glistening and I saw that the stone wasn't on fire, but that it was reflecting the image of a fire burning from across the room.

The visions faded and I was seeing the Hogwarts castle. I looked around. No one seemed to be seeing any visions. I spotted Hermione in a boat with Neville and two boys. One of them was a boy with black hair who looked something like dad. Harry. I felt my stomach turn with excitement and nerves. He looked around, looked at me for a second, and then looked away. There was no recognition in his eyes. My stomach dropped and I felt like I was going to be sick. My own brother didn't know me.

I felt tears well up in my eyes and I looked away from everyone. What had I expected? I knew that he didn't know I existed. No one except my parents and Sirius and Lupin did. Harry maybe had known at one point, and that was taken away from me because of Voldemort.

I wiped the tears away. I was being ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Harry would know me soon enough and after all, we had been rather young when we'd been separated. I couldn't say that I remembered him. It was only because I had a picture of my parents and him as a baby. Perhaps he didn't have pictures of us.

The boats pulled up to the shore and I climbed out after the others. I heard the gravel crunch under my feet. I'd always liked that sound. The large man that was leading us looked into all the boats and shouted, "Oy, you there! Is this your toad?"

"Trevor!" Neville cried aloud.

I bit my bottom lip, unable to take my eyes away from Harry. He was talking to a boy our age with red-orange hair. That boy looked something like the twins that I'd seen on the train.

Harry kept pushing his glasses up on his nose, a sign that they were too large for him. Suddenly, self-conscious, I took off my glasses and looked away from him.

There was another flash in my brain, this one was different. I saw the man in the purple turban again but this time, it was the back of him and I felt a searing pain go through on my chest, right where my silver locket hung underneath my clothes. I clapped my hand to my chest, but the pain was already gone and I quickly dropped my hand, hopping that no one had noticed the seemingly random movement.

We stopped walking up the flight of stone steps and we crowded around a huge, front door made of oak.

The large man turned, surveying everyone, "Everyone here? You, there still got yer toad?" And then he turned back around and knocked three times on the large castle doors.

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[ripp3dh3art]

The Villain Arc. - Ch.2 The Genesis.

The past few days, I've been preparing myself for what's to come in my courses. I've never been more excited than I am right now. I even got offered a room in the building across from headquarters for hero trainees. Koa did give me a heads-up a day or two ago about the rundown that will take place in class. No pressure since she really does want me to leave a good impression on the professor and the higher-ranking heroes she works with. Our class consists of six students, including Tora and me.

Heroes are all placed in different-letter ranks depending on what class they belong to as well as their skills. The more you contribute to helping keep everyone safe, the higher your rank goes. We do live in a society where people who don't possess any form of ability are able to get a spot in the hero world, even if it is riskier for them. They devote themselves to making the world a better place.

The reason it really mattered to me about getting into this course was because, growing up, I was given up by my own father and left with my very ill mother, who didn't have very much time left. He blamed me for leaving us because he feared my ability. According to my mother, my ability was a curse and nothing close to a blessing, and she punished me for it. Yet I still know that, deep down, she loved me in her own way. Well, that's what I kept telling myself for the sake of my own sanity. The thing is that after my mother passed, Tora's parents decided to take me in as one of their own. They showed me what it is to be loved and wanted, which filled my heart with warmth. Tora and I were raised to believe that even though some may look down on us, we will always have the choice to close that gap and stand with them, not against them. Things didn't start taking a turn for the worse until we started the academy. 

One day after class, we decided to walk instead of taking the bus home since it was packed because of the rain. One thing led to another; we ended up getting followed, and I got slammed against the wall by one of our classmates while the others went after Tora, making her fall to the ground, and that was what struck a nerve in me. 

My mind went blank. 

I will never forget the look on Tora's face at how terrified she was—not by them but by me. What I was told is that the reason my ability got provoked was because of the burst of adrenaline that went through my body, which kicked me into an instant fight or flight mode, making me fully lose control. That's why I will do anything in my power to be able to control it. That's a promise I'm willing to make. I will become one of the world's greatest heroes to show that nobody can hold you back other than yourself.

I finished getting dressed, wearing one of my black dresses and my favorite platform boots. Once I was outside, I checked my phone to take a quick peek at the time. With 40 minutes to spare before class starts, a quick breakfast wouldn't hurt. It sounds like a plan; maybe I can bring Tora something too, since I know sometimes she forgets to eat. I scanned all the small shops near me as I continued walking, my eyes landing on a familiar tall frame making their way through all the people.

Is that no? It can't be. It has to be him.

Before I knew it, my legs had a mind of their own, making their way to him. Where is he heading? Since he's walking so fast at this point, I'll never catch up to him. I noticed him take a sharp turn into an empty alleyway, not knowing where it led, yet I continued running after him. I ended up crashing into someone, breaking my fall. "Are you not watching where you're going?" the man grunted as both of us were now on the ground, not even facing me yet. Panting, I shook my head, blurting out my apologies. "I'm sorry, I was trying to catch up to someone, but I didn't think anyone would be standing here." I tried explaining myself as he turned to face me.

It was him, one of the guys I met the other day, the dirty blonde-haired one who had covered his face just so I wouldn't be able to see him. He smelt nice, nothing like his friend; he had a softer scent; it was earthy mixed in with the smallest bit of cologne. I also had a clear view of his face; he was pale, and his face was slim with tired eyes. His eyes were a soft shade of gray, nothing to do with that dark front he puts on. His dirty blonde hair framed his face perfectly, making his eyes stand out. But something I didn't notice before was that he had a scar on the corner of his lips. I reached over to trace it, wondering what had happened before my wrist was suddenly loosely gripped, snapping me out of thought. His cheeks were tinted a light red, confused by what just happened. Was I about to touch his lips? I could feel my cheeks heat up, but he ended up breaking the silence. "You're sitting on me," he said under his breath. I quickly pushed myself off of him, getting up and fixing myself, and he stood up right after me. 

"Who are you?" I said, staring at him, hoping for a straight-forward answer. He shook his head, beginning to walk away, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I didn't chase after you just to fall on you, so the least you can do is tell me your name," I spoke up, grabbing onto his arm and making him stop in his tracks. 

"Who am I?" He trailed off before looking over his shoulder to look directly at me.

"My name is Rei,"

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Fair warning, I'm about to bitch and whine about A.rcane below, because I have finally watched all of it even though I basically knew everything about it:

Tl;dr: A.rcane works best as it's own universe separate from L.eague and should be treated that way. Kind of like how the m.arvel movies are a part of m.arvel cannon, but are their own timeline. I personally think R.iot is showing how money hungry they are again by trying to force A.rcane to be this big reboot of L.eague's cannon, because even within it's own universe it makes no sense and works best as a fun fantasy narrative that you don't think too hard about.

Honestly, the second season is so much worse than the first and I imagine once the hype wears off people are going to come to that conclusion as well. The pacing was so bad to the point that the story became near impossible to follow at times, a lot of character motivations utterly fell apart towards the end especially. Going to go through it by what I had issues with:

A.mbessa who honestly became kind of an idiot and only served as a plot device to get V.iktor from point A to point B. Yeah she wanted weapons, but my god you have to treat her like an actual child to act like she wouldn't know that V.iktor was just going to rapture everyone.

E.cho was severely under utilized all season until literally the final 3 eps and I'm honestly pissed we'll never get to see any of the mjaor plotlines he's involved in in l.eague that are honestly very fleshed out and extremely heartbreaking.

N.oxus had all it's teeth removed as a faction, they only brought out one big boy once and literally 0 N.oxian mages or anything and kept acting like N.oxus is about honor hen that's directly a D.emacian thing. N.oxus is the dark shadow that fights with tooth and claw using every advantage they can get, but are utterly toothless. They don't even try to kill C.ait when A.mbessa knows her grip on her is slipping they just let it happen.

The B.lack R.ose absolutely did not need to be there, M.el's arc makes literally no god damn sense. Why the fuck do they care about her? Oh guess shes some powerful mage I guess, but why are they so concerned about her. The B.lack R.ose is supposed to be a secret society, why would they just randomly invite this girl they've never met, but knew existed? Beats me. Also beats me as to why M.el would let L.eblanc kill her mother if she didn't want her to actually die, but go off I guess M.el. I'm just happy she got some actual characterization this season.

Where the fuck is R.enata? She was teased in the A.rcane L.eague event after season 1. Where the fuck is she? That's why I do not buy the "uwu we had season 2s script cemented after the first", because they literally made V.iktor Jesus which basically took the place of what they hinted at for her. It's so disappointing, I would've killed for R.enata "any competition means a new target" G.lasc and A.mbessa to do a homoerotic dance of manipulation for your own gain.

S.inged is fun, but again underutilized.

H.eimer got vaporized and no one gave a fuck and was also severely underutilized becoming the S.ky of the season to just show up and die. That was his only purpose. No character arc, just "well I failed 1 student, let me vaporize myself for this one." which would've had more impact if they let it breathe, but they didn't.

C.ait's arc was insanely rushed, they did not give her grief any room to breathe and cement her motivations. It's happy go lucky one day and then become a f.acist d.ictator the next, which I understand the motivation, I understand what they were doing, but my god was it rushed. Which as again, due to the insane pacing issues this season.

and my biggest unpopular opinion: I honestly hate what they did to W.arwick as a character. I was expecting them to at least keep his horror elements, but nah he had all his teeth removed too. He showed up to cry about his family and then got killed. I wanted him to sit there and have this real internal struggle about why he knows V.i and J.inx, have an actual internal battle between wanting to kill them, but knowing it'd hurt him and not knowing why. Not being able to remember why. And I know V.iktor fucking zaps his memories later, but that doesn't change my disappointment. I also hate his design. Sorry, it's like bootleg U.niversal monster. He doesn't look like a werewolf, he looks more like a cat.

This season is really missing that, it feels so much more toned down than the first. The first had themes of: d.omestic terrorism, a.bleism, f.acism, grief, fighting o.pression, men being victims of grooming, having to deal with responsibility you don't want, etc. etc. This season had uhh... d.omestic terrorism that was solved in 15 mins, f.acism that was solved in 2 episodes, and g.rief plots that were never given the room to breathe like they should have. Even J.inx's is so rushed, she surrenders herself, gets locked up and is out to go fight N.oxus in 15 mins. It also does not open as strong as the first season.

And to top it all off, I don't even get the d.ivorce arc I wanted. They're gay as hell, but man... I wanted the kicking and screaming. I wanted them yelling at each other and throwing things. I wanted them to fucking hate each other and then slowly rekindle things. And that's never happening now, because I guess they became one with the universe? I don't know, I did not care for the ending all that much.

I do enjoy it as it's own narrative, I enjoy it as like a dumb m.arvel movie. A fun little, it's own timeline of events and they're basically separate characters, but if that is the new L.eague cannon? I honestly hate it.

[xatsperesso]

Iruma is taken

part 3 / 4

part 1 Part 2

Warning: angst

"I'm sorry," What. "I know you don't like being summoned, and I know i should stop the ritual but-"

"Don't." I damn near begged. Not so soon

"Don't you dare stop the ritual."

And it's strange. I've never felt so attached to a student before

It could have something to do with me being the whole familiar situation it doesn't

It could be opera-senpai's disappearance is he even safe out there?

It could be his effect on the misfits the class feels so so empty

I just can't

"I'm not going back without you"

Iruma stared at me. He looked surprised (am i that unreliable of a teacher?)

"Please," he said, voice too haorse as tears started trailing off his cheeks "i want to go home"

Iruma's sobs were quiet, smth, and too much to bear.

I layed my head on his cheek, the best comfort i could give him riggt now, then i looked at the restraints. They were made from leather, and probably laced with magic. They shouldnt be too hard to break.

That's what i thought, but no matter what spell i used, how hard i yanked, no matter how much i pecked them, they wouldnt budge. They wouldnt break or tear or show any sign that someone has even touched them.

"My bloodline magic," i turned around quickly, spreading my wings as far as i can reach. If that bastard thinks of going anywhere near iruma, im going to-

He raised his hand, a silent threat. I didnt move an inch

"You tried to break it, didnt you?" He entered the room "as long as i have mana, these restraints are unbreakable. Quite practicle, isnt it!"

I stayed silent, watching him, daring him to  try and hurt iruma more.

"It looks like iruma-kun is asleep. That makes everything easier" what? What's he planning to do-

"Hello, sensei"

That bastard is working with the six fingers?

"Amiy Kirio" I hiss out, hating how unthreatening it sounds like in this body

But at least iruma isn't alone now

"Please don't be hostile, sensei," he steps forward "I just want to make a deal"

A deal?

What would make them even think-

I blink

And suddenly I'm posing threateningly in front of my bathroom mirror

I've left iruma there

I take out my phone and dial that number

"Senpai,"

"You better have a good-"

"I've been summoned"

-

This is the closest I've ever been to death

It was a good call to get shichiro with me. Not like he was less scary, but he reminded opera and sullivan that if i get hurt they won't get there needed information.

Once we get our kid back, I'm grilling him on how he got close to the brat.

For now, I've been given a command from Sullivan

Report whenever i become summoned.

A smoke engulfs me, and i move without thinking. Flying straight to where iruma is-

Thud

I hit something

Kirio's shield

"My~ do you usually hit windows like birds do, sensei?" He is sneering at me, making fun of me. Looking down at me

The doctor is not with him

"If you know what's good for you, you will let me pass" he is not going to keep me away from my kid

"Aww, but sensei," Kirio puts up another shield between us "If you go to Iruma now he'll wake up. We don't want him to hear our deal now, do we?"

"There won't be a deal for him to hear" this is the second time he's mentioned a deal. Why on hell does he think I'll be willing to-

"Iruma hasn't drank water in two days"

What?

I look at iruma, confused. What does this have to do with anything-!

Why

Why does iruma look like this?

His skin is pale, cracked. There are dark circles around the eyes, and his breathing is irregular. He's comatose

What caused this

"Iruma is a...special type of demons. He needs to drink a lot of water to survive"

How did no one ever-

No. Not now

I grit my teeth and force myself to look into kirio's eyes. The bastard has the audacity to look so thrilled.

"What do you want"

"Glad we could come to an agreement, sensei"

-

"I've made a deal" the room stilled.

The tension rose in the room, becoming too thick it could be cut a knife. Balam straightened at my words, while opera's posture shifted, becoming defensive. Just in case. Sullivan.

His eyes became sharper. An aura engulfed the whole room, seemingly only affecting me as I tried to fight my legs from giving out, forcing my lungs to work, and preventing myself from choking on thin air.

"Oh," the room became suffocating as all the demons tensed even more "do tell me about this deal, Kalego-kun"

-

At this point, Kalego is not even sure how he's alive. Between getting repeatedly summoned in the middle of a terrorists base and facing a sullivan who has lost what could only be described as his most prized possession, Kalego is just not sure how he at the very least didn't loose a limb.

And so, once again he gets summoned. His first instinct is to fly to iruma's side, check his injuries, and this time he reaches his kid student unobstructed.

This time he is aware of the two other demons in the room (is there no one else in this damned place?) They’re standing near the door, gaurding it. Kalego pays them no mind.

He's focused on the demon laying ont the bed. Iruma is looking at him, his eyes glazed over seemingly dazed. He looks..terrible, but at least he's awake. At least he doesn't have more bandages. At least he's alive.

"S-sen-"

"Sensei," Kirio said, forcing Kalego to finally acknowledge their presence, "c'mon, sensei. Let's go"

Kirio moved to get out of the room, but Kalego stayed put. He’s not leaving Iruma's side. Not so soon.

"Kalego-sensei~ you're not gonna honor your words?" That

That broke kalego's resolve. His stubbornness, because if he is not going to honor his words, then why should they?

Slowly, he left iruma's side amd flew cautiously towards Kirio who was keeping the door open for him.

He tried to ignore iruma's eyes that were following him until he disappeared out of the door.

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[sapphire-weapon]

We know canonically that Leon likes older movies and he's definitely the type to enjoy lying in bed/lounging on the sofa to watch movies in his spare time, extrovert or not (*actually... I suddenly have a headcanon).

But what do YOU think he likes to watch? I feel like he avoids horror, binges vintage dramas and has a secret guilty pleasure for rom-coms. The shitty ones, especially. He's a lonely guy, he gets a kick from 2000's Loser Guy Gets The Hot Girl Because She's Different And He's Funny And We Don't Understand Women genre of film.

*The headcanon, because he's for sure to have pretty steep trust issues, is that a sure fire way that Leon shows "I feel close to you and want to share myself" is to spend his time off watching TV with someone. Sharing his favourite films, enjoying/roasting new ones. Sharing a drink and some popcorn. This is all stupid, cringey fluff. But... it's not too farfetched, I don't think. Watching a film on Leons couch is a special privilege reserved for close friends/legitimate romantic partners.

Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait WAIT

WAIT

What do you mean, "he canonically likes older movies"?!?!? Why, because he quotes Pulp Fiction in RE4make?????

Pulp Fiction came out in 1994, what do you mean "old movies"?????

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Leon was about to graduate high school in 1994. It's 10 years prior to the events of RE4.

/kicks things around petulantly

I'm bouta go full Mr Krabs in the panty raid episode all up in here.

But I've mentioned before that I headcanon him as a huge film buff who worked on student films in college and really enjoyed video editing. He probably would've pursued it professionally if he hadn't had a greater interest in law enforcement.

And as a result of that, he's probably that guy who can give you a list of recommendations for damn near any genre. Even romances. Especially romances, in some cases.

I really do see him as a huge movie nerd, and I like to think he's one of those bougie bachelor guys who has an entire room of his house dedicated to this. Just floor to ceiling shelves with shit across a bunch of different formats. He's not a merch guy. He's an actual movie collector.

It's an easy hobby for him to keep up with despite the chaos that is his life. Movies are quick to consume and easy to collect but can also give him bragging rights if he stumbles on something super rare, since he has more than enough money to blow on shit.

Like. I make the joke that Leon watches Casino at least three times a week, but the reality is that I think he's the kind of guy to be happy to have most anything on in the background while he's doing other shit. Like, there was that stretch of 3 years where, no matter what time of day you looked, My Cousin Vinny was on TV on some channel -- Leon's the guy who doesn't mind it always being on repeat, because a good movie is a good movie.

I also don't think most horror bothers him. It might not be the first thing he reaches for, because the horror genre in general is usually one of two things. It's either "an artist using horror as a backdrop to explore some facet of the human existence" or "I'm about to make the most ridiculous shit possible and it's going to be funny."

There are, of course, bad horror movies that take themselves way too seriously and aren't so bad they're good, they're just so bad that they're bad. But those are indictments of those specific titles, not the genre itself.

Like, you cannot look me in the face and tell me that Leon hasn't seen most things from Friday the 13th to Ju-On to Sharknado. I refuse to believe that.

But I agree with you that actually getting let into Leon's Vault is probably a huge deal, and for him to seriously sit down and watch a movie with someone is very intimate for him -- because it is one of the few things that he's been able to carry into his adult life that's really his and has always been his. It's the only part of himself he's been able to hold onto, so he's probably terrified of exposing it to/sharing it with anyone else.

[obeyme-lost-thought]

The regret of a Father

Damn Lucifer, what do you want from her?

What if Lucifer had a child with Mc, and for some reason he neglects them ? And if the child die? What will do Lucifer?

Always remember: the ending isn't what we want, but what she need.

Good reads

1126 words all chapters , previous part

Chapter 2: Second life

I wake up in the medical room of the school, with Ro'ze and Samael around me. They talk, they talk a lot. They fill me with questions: How am I, why did I fall, what happened, etc.

I don't care what they say, I don't listen to them. My head keeps spinning and my eyes hurt. I want to cry but I certainly can't.

At some point the principal also arrives. The representatives are touring the school with the girls, so I'm relieved of my duties. He advises me to go home for today, which I gladly do.

As I walk the sound of the cars is a distant noise. I can't even feel where I'm stepping; I'm probably going home by muscle memory.

This trans state disappears as soon as I sit on the bed.

Memories I never wanted to have resurface; sensations, now gone, return. My biggest secret is that, for some unknown reason, I was reborn. I have lived 2 lives of which the years add up make 33. Not long ago the memories came back to me. 14 years and during one night, like a tornado, that damned life comes back to my mind. It took me 5 months to recognize what was real and what was a memory, and another 2 months to accept that I died once. I have never been able to tell anyone about it. My grandmother, seeing me in trouble even without knowing why, advised me to go and talk to the priest of our community about it, which I didn't do. I haven't been near a church for 4 years... hypocrisy is not a quality that belongs to me.

But in the end, I got over it, I was able to keep going. I built my life from scratch and I even succeeded. I was moving forward.

Then, however, the "exchange students" arrived; a continual reminder of what I was in the past. Yet, I was able to bear them for 1 year.

But he is too much. I can't him. Whether it's 1 week, a day or 1 hour… I don't want to see him.

I stare at the ceiling. It's white, but it's also black. I no longer recognize whether my eyes are open or closed, but I think they are closed, because I only know that I fell asleep.

The next day I arrive at school with only one plan in mind: to avoid him. Which I manage to do so far, the pause.

???: "Good morning, you are the girl who was supposed to guide us yesterday"

My blood freezes in my veins and I hold my breath the entire time I turn towards the interlocutor. Luckily, it's not him, but Simeon.

Aurora: “Yes, I'm sorry for what happened. I already felt bad in the morning, but I didn't pay much attention to it, which backfired with me passing out"

Simeon: “You don't have to apologize. I only care that you are better now"

As he talks to me, he continues to have an angelic smile to reassure me. He doesn't know it, but all this brings back bitter memories.

“Uncle Simeon, does dad hate me?”

"But no, little girl. *** he loves you, he just doesn't know it yet”

That white lie he always told me was one of the reasons I couldn't see the truth. Maybe I would have preferred him to say yes to my sad question.

Simeon: "I have to go soon, but remind me once again your name"

Aurora: “Aurora; Aurora *****”

Simeon: “Good Aurora, hope to see you again before the end of the festival. The other person who was with me also wants to get to know you and know how you are.”

….

Aurora: "Goodbye"

I get up from the bench where I was sitting and go back to class, leaving him behind.

The biggest problem is the afternoon. I have to help organize the festival and supervise us students there will be some teachers and school representatives.

I wish 4:00 pm would never come, yet time does not want to do me any kindness. As a member of the school council, I have the duty to help all the groups, but as a person who participates in the festival, I have to divide myself between band rehearsals and council activities. Right now, I'm with the others rehearsing for the final night. While everyone tunes their instrument, I start making chords on the piano.

Damn my tendency to always start playing before other people.

???: “I heard someone playing the piano, is it from here?”

Dantha: "Sir. Lucifer! We were rehearsing for the final show.”

Lucifer: "It looks like a good concert based on what we heard from outside"

Are you referring to me? Is a compliment?

…

Aurora: “You are exaggerating. I'm not that good at piano."

Lie

Aurora: “I can only do the basic chords”

Lie

Lucifer: “You're yesterday's girl, right? Simeon informed me that you were sick”

Aurora: “Yes, we spoke this morning. I'm better now"

Lucifer: "Good for you"

This little discussion of ours ends quickly, with him leaving the music room to go somewhere else.

Thus ends the day and I can go home. Hate or sadness I don't know what it is, but I fill my pillow with tears before I can fall asleep.

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3rd person POV:

Simeon: "Lucifer, did you meet the girl from yesterday?"

Lucifer: "Yes"

Simeon: "Do you think it's her?"

Lucifer: "Yes"

Simeon: "What do you want to do now?"

Lucifer: "..."

"I do not know"

Memory Fragment 1: Uncle Simeon.

I run down the street to meet Uncle Simeon. This situation reminds me of a movie I saw with my grandparents, in which the protagonists ran towards each other to hug each other. Uncle's hugs are warm and calm. Today he promised to take me for ice cream and then we would play with Luke all evening. As we walk, I tell him how I won the running race. The best part is that he already knew because he had seen me. Apparently, this day is a reward for the victory and for the excellent grades I got in the exams. When we get to the bar, I see Uncle Beel with Uncle Belphie at the counter. They too see us, but they don't come close; in fact, they go away quickly. Simeon says it's because they have to do something at home, that is true… Today is the anniversary of when mom arrived in the Devildom, which is why Uncle Simeon is taking care of me, keeping me away from home, but I don't tell him I know the truth… it would be sad to him and I don’t want it.

Memory fragment= Mornigstar family is shit

Next chapter

[cranialjam]

finally finished a flash fiction for a writing meetup i'm going to.

i actually tried to draft it out sort of, using inspiration from an interesting writing prompt.

took forever to figure out an ending so i just cut out what i had and made due with the remains, what're ya gonna do?

i also had a lot of fun wracking my brain by trying to write in present tense; still getting used to it but it was pretty fun actually, highly recommend it.

not perfect, but sometimes you just gotta finish it. might be good kindling for a future story idea, who knows.

PROMPT [REDDIT]: "A drug is discovered that stops all effects of aging. You decide to not take it. 20 years pass and the side effects are discovered."

WARTS AND ALL

As the light from my eyes slowly fades and the world around me becomes creepingly impressionistic, I can feel the frightened pinpricks of my family's eyes on my descending body. My heart beats slower and slower until its penultimate halt. Was this really it? I think to myself. This isn't how I planned. This isn't how it was supposed to go.

In some vain, thinly-veiled attempt to look back at my achievements, my dying brain decides to give me a rolling projection of what led me here like a neuron-powered zoetrope.

I see myself as I was 20 years ago; that lanky, wiry Jewish kid from Long Island with more metal on his ears and nose than would ever touch his pockets. My long, mop-top of curly hair flows in the breeze of the East River, my eyes curl up in the warmth of my eyelids to avoid the beaming sun, my unwashed shirt and shorts are drenched in the sweat of a hard day of doing absolutely nothing productive.

My life is perfect. I go to class, I relax with my friends, I enjoy the countless advantages of strong bones and a flexible back. I work short, near meaningless hours at a hot dog stand and get paid nickels and dimes to do the bare minimum. Days and days, my friends and I go out and ride our boards across the entire Island from Williamsburg in the west to Massapequa in the east. My reward at the end is a heartfelt meal with my parents, my sisters, and our dog, Cissy; the taste of homemade matzo and pastrami on rye lingers in my mouth and pours into my soul. Rinse and repeat for months on end. Never boring, never waning. I never want anything to change.

This is the same time Perpetua makes 'The Cure' public to all. The billionaires have the first course, the millionaires get their crumbs, and the rest of us are served the whiff, the taste. I want it. I don't care who I step on to get it. I don't care how much it costs, how exorbitant the monthly fees would be, nothing will stop me. I finally have the chance to put time in a bottle. Why should I change what may be the best point of my life?

The process starts slowly. I'm walking into the clinic, shaking myself awake with the smell of high-powered disinfectant, greet the friendly receptionist in her vaguely-stained scrubs, and stand in line behind tens, near hundreds, of future immortals. People of all walks of life; teens like me with baggy clothes, disheveled fathers comb the last remnant of what they still call a hairline, and youthful women who hope to keep the peak of their beauty like a timeless polaroid.

Step by step, inch by inch, moving with the sway of the serpentine until, almost unconsciously, I got called up and strapped in. The nurses firmly wrap my hands and feet into a vertical stretcher, their eyes bounce between their screens and my extremities like a championship tennis match.

The doctor, a wild-haired grad student pouring inhuman amounts of sweat, came in and gave me firm look over before asking a barrage of questions; "you smoke?" "You drink?" "Sex history?" Before my brain can even form a sense of regret, he checks my arms for any signs of track marks and rushes out to another room.

The nurse plunges the vial of solution and penetrates my supple skin. My body is stiff for a moment but soon the tremors start. My arms and legs begin to throb and vibrate faster and faster. The straps just barely keep them bound. My mouth tastes like iron. My skin is burning up. After a few seconds, my body cools down and I feel physically drained. Another nurse passes by and gives me a shot of water to rinse out my mouth before she unstraps me.

"Here's your bill," the receptionist says, "don’t drink. Don’t smoke. For the love of God, don’t have sex for at least a week or you’ll leak bile from your ear canal. Have a nice day."

I hold onto my poorly-formatted receipt with the same conviction as a preacher. I feel so alive and revitalized. It's the start of something new. It's the first day of the rest of my life.

From that day on, life feels infinitely more freeing. I drop out of school, I move out of Long Island on my vendor's salary, and I travel the world. From Milan to Minsk, from Sicily to Sri Lanka, from Tokyo to Tucson. I work part-time at different jobs to pay for more adventures. I find various lovers; musicians, dancers, models, anyone willing to feel the warmth of youth they've once forgotten.

I'm not the only one either; it becomes very 'in' for other immortals to do much the same. The economy of every country booms significantly with the forever children on the go. The whole world feels the pull and can't ignore us any longer. Not only is there an economic boom, but also a rapidly developing 'children of immortals' boom. Slowly, however, the impact wanes. What goes up, must come down.

After twenty years, immortals are facing the biological effects of the injection. The first case is discovered just a few months ago; an immortal in Canada wakes up to loose skin across their body, their bed fluffed with newly-lost hair, and their bones becoming as brittle as dead tree branches. One moment, you're having the time of your life, the next you're in a coffin with the skin and bones of a 120 year old.

Additionally, countries who thrived off the income of immortals are now left in the dust, paying eternal mortgage on housing and entertainment departments made for the first lineup years ago. Children of Immortals sue their parents by the thousands for their rampant, uncaring past actions. Children, now adults, who've never even known their parents are now feeling the shock of seeing someone who stands at the same age as them, having to give them the 'love' and 'respect' they give to their up bringers.

Twenty years on, and I feel the pinch as well. My past affairs catch up to me like a pack of wolves. I've sired tens of hundreds children across the world. I've accrued enough debt to drown third world nations. Worst of all, my luscious locks are losing their luster, dying like wilting flowers in the chill of incoming winter. My time is running out and at any moment my heart and brain can take me kicking and screaming 6-feet under. Do I make right what I've done wrong? Or do I keep going until the end?

[therealmaquaroonie]

Ik I usually don't vent on main but man is it bullshit that literally every part of my social and academic life was not normal since birth and yet my mom expects me to be normal

For context I was diagnosed with developmental delay issues and adhd (although I expect that i'm also probably autistic and didn't get correctly diagnosed due to being raised female), and due to this I wasn't able to communicate or be on the same level as other kids when I entered preschool. I had learned to speak at 4 years old, which is extremely late. I was in a special Ed class for preschool before being moved to a normal class because I 'behaved well enough'. In kindergarten, the only friends I made were two girls who would constantly use my gullibility to their advantage. In first to third grade, this trend continued. I then was realizing what was happening and tried making different friends, ones with the same interests as I had, and then my mom's questions started.

"Why can't you have normal friends?" She asks. "Why can't you be interested in things any other kid is interested in like sports?"

I know my mom doesn't remember asking this and therefore would never believe me if I asked her about it now.

And it's not like making friends was easy for me. I could find others with the same interests as me but I was still stunted. I had trouble keeping friendships up until highschool, and even then I am still pretty sure they did it out of pity.

I could tell that everyone knew I was delayed, that I wasn't normal, because I was never treated that way by other students or teachers. Yet my mother seems to think that I should have had a "normal" life.

It only got worse in the one year of college I took. Here I was, stunted socially, on campus, with no friends, in a room with a person I barely knew, forced to be in said room for more than 90% of the time due to the pandemic. I was one of the few students who actually paid attention and followed social distancing protocols.

My mom begged me to go to college. She said I needed that to have a better social life. She still thinks I should have "taken that opportunity to make friends" but we all know that was damn well near impossible. I was still stunted. I was scared I was going to die every single day. I put myself through so much pain for a year of college that I failed.

She still asks me to go back to school. My grades are so poor now that I'd have to go through rigorous testing to make sure I'm even able to read. I test horribly due to my anxiety and audhd.

I am still expected to be normal from her. I'm expected to be able to achieve things a normal adult is able to achieve. But I can't! I fucking can't! Because I'm stunted! And I will always be stunted! I'm fucking disabled!

And it sucks because I have seen literally everyone around me grow and change and I am just. Stagnant. As a matter of fact I've gotten worse.

So no mom I can't have normal friends because neurotypical people don't have the patience for someone as stunted as I am.