#there's nothing more fulfilling than helping students get where they need to go

[samiiy20]

♡ 𝑯𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏 ♡

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Hyunjin x fem!reader 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑒: Smut 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3.5k 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: Age difference (keep in mind that they are both of legal age, but still with a notable difference), oral sex, unprotected sex. 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: You're in love with your art teacher, but you've never told anyone until he finds out.

N/A: I've had this idea in my head for a while and hadn't been able to express it, but I finally got it, I hope you like it. Not without first clarifying that this type of behavior is illegal and that I am not in favor of it.

N/A2: This is the first long work I've done in a long time, it took me a long time to do it so I hope you like it

Here is the link to pt.2

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English NO is my first language.

The music resonated in your head while your hands moved across the paper tracing confusing lines. You weren't passionate about art, but drawing from time to time kept your mind calm, although right now your thoughts were shrouded in a cloud of confusion.

Your hands had left the pencil and you looked at your creation, you cursed when you saw the result, but you still put it in your things and went to sleep to stop thinking, although you knew that in your dreams you would also see it.

You knew that today wouldn't be the best day since you woke up late, the weather was ruining your shoes and you had forgotten some things in the rush, but the only thing that could cheer you up was art class. You had signed up to fulfill something, but you discovered that you liked it more than you thought and not just the class.

When you entered class had already started so you ran to sit in one of the empty chairs at the back without looking at anyone. You took out your things excitedly, you put all your attention on what the teacher was saying.

"…art is more than simple lines and strokes, they express everything that each of you can think and feel…" his gaze met yours for a couple of seconds, but you felt as if he were going through your head and he could see through it. You avoided his eyes by looking down at where the hundreds of his drawings were.

You couldn't help it, since you entered the first day and looked at him you thought he was the most beautiful being your eyes could have ever seen, for a moment you thought he was just another student, so you were quite surprised to know that he would be your teacher. The passage of time only helped you torture your thoughts with images of him, his free hair, his bright eyes, his sweet smile, his relaxing voice, the curve of his neck, his hands on the pencils; Everything about him made you forget anything.

After a short lesson on some new types of strokes they started to work but you couldn't concentrate with him hovering and you could only feel the intensity of your thoughts between your legs, the excitement that stained the fabric of your panties just by imagining his hands on your body.

Although your thoughts tortured you, you tried to stay calm to continue drawing, but you couldn't concentrate, your strokes were unsure and misaligned, the sheet that was originally white was now dirty and messy.

"What's happening?" You were excited when you heard a voice behind you, but you didn't need to look to know who it was.

"Nothing, it's just… I don't know what to do."

"Mmmm… I don't think so" you turned to look at him but when your eyes met you went blank. He took the paper on your desk and looked at it carefully. "I think you're not listening to your mind, you're trying to capture something you don't want."

"I… I can't draw what I want."

"Why not? What's stopping you from doing it?"

You shook your head forgetting that thought and trying to get your work, but he pushed it away.

"You should draw what you feel," he touched your forehead with two of his fingers and you grunted when he pushed your head a little, "not what you force yourself to think."

He broke the paper he had and went to his desk, you sighed trying to get out all your frustration and ignoring the fact that his fingers had touched you even for a second.

You took out your own folder and looking to the sides in case anyone saw you carefully opened it revealing what you really wanted. Him. Each page of that folder was Hyunjin's things, his lips, his eyes,his face, his smile, his hands, his body; but you couldn't give it to him, he would be scared just by seeing it, so you tore off a blank sheet of paper and closed the folder, hiding it.

In the end you drew the rainy landscape of the window, you were satisfied with the result and you handed it to your teacher praying that he would not reject it. He took it and after a quick glance at the page he looked at you sighing, leaving it in the pile of drawings on his desk. You looked at the time and noticed that it was already too late for your class so you ran out with a too light weight in your backpack.

When classes ended you decided to stay a little while the rain cleared, but it didn't seem like it was going to end. You decided to go to the library to do some work and maybe get some sleep, when you were taking out your things you noticed that something was missing. Your folder of drawings, you started to get alarmed and panic. Without thinking twice you ran to the art classroom praying that no one had found it.

If someone saw what was inside they would realize the obsession you had with your teacher. You were almost crying just thinking about what could happen, the burning in your lungs not caring when you turned and saw the classroom.

You opened the door without knocking and noticed that there was no one except Hyunjin at his desk. He turned to look at you through the glasses on his nose and raised his eyebrow.

"What's happen?"

"…n…nothing… it's just that…" you stopped for a bit to take a breath and tried to continue "I forgot some things."

Before he told you to come in, you were already in the middle of the classroom looking for your folder on the desks. When you got to where you had sat, you felt like your soul left your body when you couldn't find anything. You began to go around each of the chairs in search of your folder but when you didn't see anything, the tears in your eyes accumulated.

"Are you looking for this?" Almost forgetting that Hyunjin was there, you looked at him holding your folder in his hands. You didn't know what was worse, losing it or him having it, but hoping he hadn't seen it, you nodded, trying to calm your trembling legs as you went to get it.

With every step you took you wanted the earth to swallow you more, but when you finally reached his desk the only thing you hoped was that he wouldn't say anything. He extended the folder and you took it without objection, feeling a little relief, but when you opened it slowly, making sure he didn't see anything, you were scared when you saw that all the pages were blank. You flipped through the pages trying to find the evidence that gave you away, but there was no trace of it.

"But where…??" you went through the entire folder without finding anything "this is not mine."

"I guess this isn't either?" He threw a pile of leaves on the piece of wood and you looked down finding all your drawings of him, you swallowed and dared to look at him "well?"

"I…that…isn't mine" your voice shook a little and when he sighed, lowering your head, you stayed still. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, getting up from his place. You felt small when you noticed the height difference but you were so afraid that you couldn't move from where you were.

He walked around the desk until he was in front of you, you couldn't lift your head and you only looked at his feet.

"So what were you looking for?"

"N…nothing."

"So that's not yours?" You denied looking at the floor, but you noticed how he moved his body a little closer to take the drawings "then I'll have to ask one by one who he is?" You stayed silent looking at the drawings he was holding, you mentally scolded yourself for having drawn them.

You heard a long sigh from him and then one of his hands grabbed your chin to lift your face. Your eyes went somewhere else away from his face and you were holding back the urge to breathe.

"Answer me, is that what you really want?"

You clenched your fists and dared to exchange glances, you were fighting to stay on your feet, to not breathe and calm your mind, but everything was too overwhelming. You felt vulnerable having him so close and feeling the warmth of his skin on you.

"You always try to hide/repress what you want, but what you don't know is that you're an open book" you kept your gaze steady but a blow to your stomach was present.

"I do not know what you are talking about…"

"You think I'm stupid?" His hand gently descended down your neck to your collarbones. "Do you think I don't feel your gaze all the time? Do you think I don't notice how your little body tenses when I talk to you or how your legs tighten when I get too close?" You closed your eyes trying to suppress the emotions in your chest, but his breath hit your neck and you felt like you couldn't hold your breath anymore.

"That is not true."

"Then why does your heart feel like it's going to burst out?" He pressed his lips to your skin beneath your collarbones and you finally let out all your pent-up air. “Your drawings reveal who you really are, they show what you want.”

Hyunjin withdrew a little, for a moment you felt relieved but on the other hand you thought about the possibilities of this happening again, everything you had been holding back was overflowing from that little kiss and you couldn't hold it back anymore. Before he went too far you grabbed his shirt and pressed your lips against it.

You sighed, letting yourself feel the emotions that tickled your body, while you melted into her lips. Everything around you stopped making sense and nothing mattered other than savoring his kisses, you didn't care that he was your teacher or that someone could come in and see them, or the only thing you could keep in your mind was the shape of his lips.

You were so dizzy from his kisses that you didn't realize the moment his hands ran down your body to your waist. They both immersed themselves in a deeper kiss, letting their tongues get to know each other. You allowed yourself to tangle your fingers in her hair while holding your breath, thinking that this way the moment would last forever. You tried to memorize each of his kisses, each of his caresses on your waist and before you knew it he withdrew, cutting off the moment.

For the first time you saw his eyes and your brain reacted to what just happened. You covered your lips and stepped back a little embarrassed, you thought about saying something but the words weren't enough for the regret you were starting to feel.

"I'm sorry…"

"No" you saw him approach again and he grabbed your chin making your body start to shake again "do you know how long I held back from doing that?" you denied automatically, analyzing his words "every time you looked at me like that it made me want to take you in front of everyone" his fingers contoured your lips and you opened your mouth instinctively to suck one "but now that I've tried a little I won't be able to stop until devour you."

His hand went down to your neck, cutting your breath a little and without noticing it, he made a soft moan from you. Hyunjin was fighting with himself not to lose control, but he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to take you on his desk or he would die.

His lips collided aggressively with yours and his hands grabbed the hem of your shirt to remove it. You let yourself be carried away by the sensations and you let him kiss your collarbones and massage your breasts while you covered your mouth so as not to moan. His kisses trailed down to your abdomen and he paused a little to unbutton your pants, but you didn't let him do it because you wanted to do something first.

You took courage and held his face to stop him, you kissed him while your hands explored the material of his shirt as you undid his buttons. You reached his pants and without stopping to think you unbuttoned them, feeling his trapped erection. Your kisses traced a path across her chest and you heard how she let out small sighs while she realized where you wanted to go.

When you were on your knees in front of his still wrapped cock you looked up at him only to smile at him as you pulled down her boxers. He caressed your head in approval and you watched the tip of him dripping, savoring the flavor, you moved closer to paint your lips with his essence. Hyunjin moaned when he saw the intentions in your eyes and grabbed your hair so you could open your mouth once and for all.

You began to introduce his member little by little, trying to get used to it, but he didn't give you time and began to move his hips, making everything go into your mouth. You had imagined this for a long time and didn't believe it was happening, but the sensations in your wet core let you know it wasn't a dream.

You held his thighs with your nails but you enjoyed the mere way he moved and since he was still in control, you looked up recording the expression on his face. His eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open releasing curses and his eyes locked on yours at all times.

"You like this right?" He stopped and let you breathe a little. You nodded still with his member in your mouth "is this what you had in that little head?" You sucked on his member in response and he moaned in response. He pulled your hair back, leaving only the tip on your tongue to see how it painted. You savored what he gave you and moaned as you felt the tension in your core. You squeezed your legs together looking for some friction and Hyunjin noticed.

He lifted you up and cleaned your mouth, he imprisoned you in the middle of the desk and his body at the same time that his hands reached your clothed center. You squirmed a little when you noticed him but his movements were slow.

"Tell me what else have you imagined?" He whispered into your neck, leaving the mark of his teeth.

"I…only you."

"Tell me the truth" another bite on your skin made you squeal "I will fulfill each and every one of your fantasies pretty girl, you just have to tell me."

You pursed your lips trying to remember something, but his teeth and his caresses on your center were stealing all your attention and you couldn't concentrate.

"I…imagined that…you were fucking me on your desk, that you were holding my hands while you kissed my back."

With quick movements he made you stand in front of his desk with your back to him. He kisses your neck, getting rid of your bra and all your clothes, leaving you completely naked. You felt his cock on your butt as he came over to bend you over his desk while he grabbed your hands behind your waist. You couldn't help but moan when you realized how you were, you opened your eyes only to realize that you were on top of all the drawings you had made, each and every one of them represented your fantasies, but now they were coming true.

You were about to say something, when his fingers touched your sensitive pussy, drowning out your words. Your legs closed instinctively but he interrupted you by placing his own in the middle. He began to massage your clit and you arched your back a little trying to release the sensations in your chest. He was torturing you by going very slowly, but he just wanted to tease you and make you say your name.

His fingers explored your entire core and then he introduced two of them, making you let out a louder moan that echoed throughout the room. You couldn't move much because of the restrictions on your body but that somehow made you feel better. Notice how you could only accept the excitement and nothing else, but that was starting to go on for too long and made you desperate trying to let go to find release.

Hyunjin was more ready to end this, but he was turned on by the way that no matter how much you struggled, you couldn't do anything but moan, but no matter how much he could continue torturing you for hours, he knew that they weren't in the right place to do it.

He removed his fingers from inside you and lined up his cock to replace it. Without letting go of your hands behind your back, he engraved the silhouette of your body on the papers and since it had been stained a little by the charcoal, you were a work of art in his eyes and now that he had you in front of him, he would use your skin as his canvas and his kisses and caresses would be his brush, he would make clear what his mark was.

He introduced his member slowly, feeling how you squeezed him and recording the sound of your voice in his mind. He leaned over your back to have a better position and started to move, he moved your hair back to kiss you and mark your neck. Your moans were better up close, so he quickened his pace to hear you.

Feeling the heat of his body on yours made you lose your mind, his kisses on your back and the movement of his hips colliding with yours made you pray that it would never end, but your body couldn't take it anymore. You noticed how your legs were shaking, your hands were clenching, your insides were tightening more and more and how your stomach was contracting.

Your head was spinning and you couldn't handle all the emotions, it wasn't working properly having your teacher fucking you like you had always imagined, it was all too much and your moans were just the proof of it all.

"Come on pretty girl, I know you're close," you heard Hyunjin say as he increased the pace even more, "let me feel you."

His words seemed to be what was missing for you to release everything you could no longer contain. You felt your body tense for a moment and in a second you sighed, letting yourself be carried away by the release in your center. You moaned his name over and over again as he continued hitting your insides seeking his own release and a few seconds later you only noticed the hot liquid spilling down your legs.

He withdrew a little to free your hands and lay on your back again, leaving kisses and caressing your hair.

"You have done very well, now you can rest."

You closed your eyes processing everything that had just happened, but before you finished you felt the absence of heat. You were dazed and tired but you stood up slowly thinking about the consequences. When you turned around you found Hyunjin with a tissue in his hand, without saying anything he approached you and helped you clean yourself. Still a little sensitive, you held onto his shoulders but without looking at his face.

They didn't say a word while they were getting dressed and before taking your things he finally spoke.

“We shouldn’t have done this,” you hung your head, knowing he was right.

"I know, it's my fault," you said, releasing the burden you had been carrying for some time now, "but I couldn't help but fall in love and now I involved you in this, I understand if you don't want to see me again, I will drop out of class and I promise that You will never see me again, it was all my fault.

"what are you taking about?" Hyunjin grabbed you by the waist and you stayed still when you had him so close again. "You don't even know what I feel, why do you assume that I don't want to see you again?"

"But…"

"Shhh, we'll talk about that later, okay?" A little dazed and excited, you nodded, looking away from him. "Why don't we go home? I think I'll have to teach you to look at my face when I talk to you."

You smiled nervously as you hugged him, letting this moment remain in your memory to capture later.

Here is the link to pt.2

[faggot-vampire-dies-epicly]

Tear me to pieces

Summary: Vanessa was annoyed. Her dad had sent her to check on you at the old Freddy's location on the outskirts of town. She expected the eerie atmosphere and dusty hallways, but she didn’t expect the way you made her feel. | Words: 6,031K

Warnings: Semi-graphic depictions of corpses. Death, murder, missing people, references of child death/murder. Parental abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, manipulation. Cursing. A slight sexual joke. Heavy angst, hurt/almost no comfort. William is an asshole on this one, you guys. Fem!Reader.

A/N: Whew, this took so long! But I'm kind of proud on how this turned out, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I went out of my way to make William as shitty as possible because I love making Vanessa suffer, and well, there's also sort of a plot twist? It's probably pretty obvious but I tried to keep it in the dark a little :). Title is from Lovely by Billie Eilish & Khalid/Inspired by the entire album of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, by My Chemical Romance.

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She had arrived at least fifteen minutes ago, but her headache from her father’s berating had not yet subsided. She really wasn’t in the mood to make any effort. In spite of William’s scolding, she wanted just to fulfill her father’s orders in the most half-assed-and-bare-minimum-effort way possible.

Vanessa sighed, staring at the restaurant’s sign. The letters of the neon sign glowed dimly over the parking lot.

She cursed under her breath and got out of the car. She opened the trunk and took out the bag where she kept his fake police uniform. Her father had been trying to convince her for months to enroll into the police force, but she had refused over and over again. Vanessa knew he just wanted her to cover for him, and she refused to be more involved in his crimes than she already was.

She put the uniform over her normal civil clothes, grabbed the fake police badge and the ID and stepped out of the car. 

Vanessa took a deep breath and finally walked to the entrance. 

Doing these checkups was never easy for her. She got to meet pretty mundane people who were practically doomed from the start. From middle aged parents that just needed the job to survive with their kids to college students and teenagers that were fresh out of high school and just wanted to make some money to buy a car or go out with their friends.

They never lasted. Never.

Unfair was an understatement.

At least her father didn’t have to do with the disappearance of the majority. Most of them she would find inside Freddy. It wasn’t pretty. It didn’t get any easier, but at least she knew her father wasn’t the real cause in the end. Or that’s how she tried to convince herself.

She rang the bell, waiting for the guard of this month (or perhaps of this week only) to come out.

She looked back at the parking lot. It was empty except for her car, parked on the darkest corner she could find. The door opened and she snapped her head back to the entrance.

And she saw you, looking confused.

“Is there anything I can help you with, officer?”

She stared at you for a moment. “Another college kid?” she thought wryly, “she’s not even going to last the full week”.

Vanessa forced a smile, suddenly becoming too aware of the way your gaze wouldn’t leave her face.

“Hi,” she said in a slightly strangled voice. You frowned.

She blushed slightly and cleared her throat. “Sorry. I’m Officer Shelly. Vanessa Shelly,” she laughed awkwardly.

Vanessa extended her hand out, hoping you would understand the gesture and shook it. You complied. It was gentle, but firm. 

It made her skin tingle.

Vanessa swallowed, trying to shake the feeling away. 

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious,” she began. “I just wanted to check on you. When there’s a new night guard in this place, word spreads fast.” 

You made a confused face, but you nodded. She smiled at you, “can I come in?”

“Um,” you hesitated, then sighed. “Yeah, sure,” you said while stepping aside. She gave you a polite smile and she went into the restaurant.

Once inside, she looked around. It looked the same every time, but that didn’t make it any less dreadful.

The place used to be crammed with kids and their families. There were always birthday celebrations, kindergarten graduation parties, some people just going for a quick bite after a long day. Hell, sometimes even some high school students would show up after homecoming.

She remembered it well. The smell of pizza, the laughter of children, the animatronics singing and dancing. 

And then, her father inside the suit. The police sirens, mothers crying, fathers yelling.

A chill runned down her spine, snapping her out of the memories. You eyed her curiously at the sudden reaction, but said nothing. 

Vanessa cleared her throat again, “how long have you been working here?”

You licked your lips, an action Vanessa got too caught on. “A couple of days only.”

She hummed, nodding. “Has anything weird happened?” You swallowed, “weird how?”

Vanessa shrugged. “Like someone trying to break in,” she said casually, glancing around. “Or,” she trailed off, “equipment malfunctioning, like the monitors, or the cameras, or…”

She turned to face you. “Maybe the animatronics getting a bit quirky.” She tried to be as nonchalant as possible while mentioning the animatronics.

You seemed to tense up slightly, opening your mouth to answer but then snapping it shut again.

“No,” you said finally, with a slightly higher pitch than usual. “Nope. Nothing like that has happened, ma’am.”

Vanessa grimaced at the formal way you addressed her. “Please,” she forced some humor into her voice, “don’t call me that.”

“Oh,” you breathed out, “I’m sorry Officer–”

She raised her hand, signaling for you to stop talking. “Just,” she sighed, “just call me Vanessa.”

You breathed out softly. “Sorry, Vanessa.”

The way you said her name had her avoiding your gaze nervously. “God, Vanessa, get a grip,” she thought.

“It’s fine,” she dismissed quickly.

You two stood there in an awkward silence for a few moments. She couldn’t bear it.

“So, what made you decide to work at Freddy’s?” Vanessa internally scolded herself for asking something so stupid and personal.

“Oh,” you said, shrugging. “I just wanted to make some money before the school year starts.”

Vanessa nodded slowly, “Highschool?”

You shook your head. “College, actually.”

Her eyes widened, you looked younger than you were then.

“That’s,” she blinked a few times, “nice.”

You nodded awkwardly, and she smiled. “What’s your major?”

“English literature.”

“That sounds interesting,” she said thoughtfully.

“You know, I never considered going to college,” Vanessa murmured, thinking how her father would reduce her to dust if she even dared to suggest the idea.

“Is that why you’re a cop?” You said bluntly. You quickly realized how that sounded and attempted to take it back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Vanessa stared at you blankly for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

You smiled, confused. 

“Don’t worry. It is probably why I am a cop, yeah,” she said, smiling, trying to regain her composure.

Not one of the previous had charmed her enough to even smile, and now you were making her laugh.

She obviously couldn’t tell you that she wasn’t actually a cop. She sighed, gazing at the clock that hung on the wall. “Well, I better get going, I still have to patrol a couple of blocks,” she lied.

You nodded, understanding, and then escorted her to the door.

“I may come back another night to see how you’re doing, alright?” 

“Sure.”

Vanessa nodded, but before you closed the door, she spoke again. “You never told me your name.”

You smiled, “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” she echoed, then nodded. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too, Vanessa.”

And with that she made her way back to her car, her heart pounding inside her chest.

She returned four days later by her father’s order. 

Same routine. Choose the darkest spot in the parking lot, put the fake uniform on top of her normal clothes, grab her fake badge and fake ID and put on her bravest face. 

It was the same procedure she had done for years. Except, of course, that this time it was pouring, and she hadn’t brought a rain coat with her.

She frantically rang the bell, feeling the rain wet her clothes and soak her to the bone. 

You opened the door, letting her through. She mumbled a thank you as she rushed inside.

“God, you’re soaked,” you murmured. She snapped her head towards you, almost straining her neck, and you blushed at how that sounded. “I, I meant–” 

Vanessa sighed, looking at her uniform, “I know what you meant,” she grumbled.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “I think there’s a towel in the office. Come with me.”

She followed you to the office while shivering. You offered your chair for her to sit and she gladly accepted it.

She watched you search every corner of your office for a towel, but the only thing you could find was a handkerchief. 

“Sorry, this is all I have,” you scratched the back of your neck as you offered the piece of cloth. She took with trembling fingers, and immediately dried her face.

“What brings you here again?” You asked, sitting on your desk. She sighed, untying her hair to try and dry it a bit with the handkerchief. 

“I just want to see how you are doing, honestly,” she said, making a face. “I didn’t read the weather forecast, as you can see.”

You chuckled a bit, “you’re going to be fine.”

A beat passed and you spoke up again, “actually, I have coffee, would you like some?”

She groaned softly. “Oh my God. Yes, please.”

You chuckled again, taking out a thermos from your backpack and pouring some in the mug sitting on the desk.

She took the coffee hastily and took a sip, humming in contentment. “I think you’re the first guard to bring coffee to the job,” she murmured. You raised your eyebrows.

“Okay, first of all, that’s ridiculous. The job is being a night guard, I can’t be the only one,” you rolled your eyes, and she smiled into the mug. “And second of all,” you looked into her eyes, “you met the other guards?”

Vanessa choked on the hot liquid, and coughed. She had said too much.

“Um,” she said, trying to recover. “Well, I met some of them,” she laughed awkwardly, avoiding your eyes. You hummed, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

“And how were they like?”

Vanessa sighed, as flashbacks flooded her mind. 

Sometimes she would find their bodies still sitting on the chair, their head laid down on the desk. She would consider herself lucky when she found them like that. Usually they had been just stabbed on the chest, or the stomach. It was probably Foxy, or that’s what she liked to think.

Other times she would find them in the supply closet. Dismembered, split in a half, headless, or smashed. She would have to hide the bodies and additionally clean the whole room. 

The animatronics were relentless, especially, she had come to realize, if the person looked like her father, even if it was just the minimum. 

She didn’t blame them of course. They had been trapped in there for at least two decades, and even if they had forgotten what happened, and who did them wrong, they still subconsciously searched for vengeance.

“Vanessa?” 

She snapped out of her thoughts, “yes?”

“What were the other night guards like? I mean,” you shifted on the desk, leaning in. “I mean, I’ve heard that most of them went missing. But that can’t be true, can’t it? That’s too many people to be a coincidence.”

She swallowed, looking at the remaining sip of coffee on the mug.

Vanessa cleared her throat in an effort to regain her composure. “Well, I’m sure most of them simply quit.”

“You don’t seem so sure,” you said, arching an eyebrow. She tried to brush it off by chuckling. 

“I mean,” she sighed, “it would be too many people to be a coincidence, like you said. People don’t just… disappear.” 

You frowned. The tone in which she had said it made your curiosity rise. 

Just as you were about to ask her to explain what she meant, she drank the last of the coffee and handed you the mug.

“Well, thanks for the coffee,” she looked down at her hands, where she was holding the handkerchief. “And for the…” she waved the piece of cloth, “this.”

You smiled and her heart sped up. “Sure thing."

It had become a routine. She came back to supposedly check on you, but in reality she just wanted to see you. To hear you.

She ached to look at you as you ranted to her about a boring book you had been reading lately. 

She brought you dinner sometimes, which you always took with a smile, and a thank you in a soft voice, which made her heart leap into her chest.

Vanessa wasn't what people would call experienced in love, much less in dating, or relationships, but she knew that what you made her feel was not only attraction, but also affection.

Affection had always eluded Vanessa. First from her father, given his nature, and then from her mother, who vanished from the face of the Earth when Vanessa was a child.

But you were different. You seemed to exhale affection through your pores. It was so natural for you, whether with her or with everything else, that she could feel devotion slowly consuming her.

Her father had started to suspect that something was up. He had always controlled her outings, only letting her out at night to fulfill her duties as his spy, but she was checking on the guard a little too much for his liking.

He had even cornered her, grabbing her arm tightly and pressing her against the wall. “I’m warning you, Vanessa,” he said. “If I find out that you are crossing the line between my orders and your personal matters, it’s not going to end well for either of you. Especially not for her.”

She had suppressed a shiver as William let go of her arm.

Vanessa knew it was risky, but she didn’t want to stop. In fact, she couldn’t. It’s like she had become addicted to you.

Addicted to your smile, your humor, your voice. 

She hadn’t even touched you yet, aside from the handshake on the first night she met you, and the occasional brush of hands when she handed you some food, or when you gave her a mug filled with coffee.

She loved to hear you rant about the books you read, even if she thought that reading was boring, especially the books you always chose to read.

“I’m telling you,” you said, “this has to have some truth to it!” You exclaimed, holding the book up, whose cover read “The Turn of the Screw.” 

“What if ghosts do exist?” You continued. She rolled her eyes, slightly unamused by your interest in the supernatural. 

She knew ghosts were real. The whole place was a proof of it. All the deaths, and the attacks, it was obvious what had provoked them, but she remained silent as you kept speaking.

“I mean,” you continued, “you know energy can’t be destroyed, right? And humans are energy. So what really happens to our energy when we die?”

You seemed fascinated by the concept of ghosts now. All thanks to that stupid book.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious,” Vanessa scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes, “you just don’t get it.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “Yeah, that’s probably it.”

You grinned, “I could lend you the book if you want.” She chuckled.

“That won’t be necessary, believe me. I know enough thanks to what you have told me,” she smiled.

“Well, that sounds like you don’t like reading.”

 She laughed, “Not all of us can be workbooks like you, you know?”

Your grin widened. “You just don’t appreciate the beauty of reading and analyzing.”

Vanessa hummed, and smirked, “that must be why I became a cop.” You groaned. “God, no. I thought you had forgotten about that.” She smiled.

“I never forget the things you tell me,” she said softly. 

You smiled softly, blushing slightly while you looked down at your book. On the page you were left on you put the handkerchief, which you were now using as a separator, and closed the book.

“You know,” you spoke softly. “I know that might have sounded pretty mean. But I said it as a compliment.”

She met your gaze, “how so?”

You licked your lips. “Well, I could never be a cop. To be a cop you need to be brave, smart and caring. Reading is something I’ve always loved, that’s why I’m majoring in english literature, but you,” you paused. “You became a police officer to help people, something that has never crossed my mind.”

Vanessa swallowed, knowing that she wasn’t a real cop, and that she wasn’t pretending to help anyone but herself and her father.

“Your decision to pursue a career that allows you to help others doesn't compare to my futile decision to study literature because I like to read and be annoying.” You smiled at her again. “I could never be like you, and I admire you, honestly.”

She felt a little overcome with emotion, and completely filled with guilt. She swallowed her feelings down.

“Thank you. For your kind words.”

You grinned, “as long as I’m alive you’ll get to hear more kind words coming from me.”

One night, when Vanessa descended the staircase, carrying the bag with her fake belongings, William was waiting for her at the foot of the steps, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

He wore that look he always had when he was planning something, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Vanessa,” he began, his voice cold like ice, “where are you going?”

She swallowed, lifting the bag for her father to see, hoping he would deduce her intentions, but he merely arched an eyebrow. “I’m going to Freddy’s”, Vanessa said in a small voice, “to check on the night guard.”

She brushed past him, walking towards the garage.

“You’ve been checking on her an awful lot lately, hm?” 

William trailed behind her, his pace slowly but his steps wide.

Vanessa didn’t turn to look at him. She opened the car’s trunk, throwing the bag inside, and just hummed in acknowledgement to her dad’s words.

“Is there a reason why?” William insisted.

Vanessa sighed. “No, dad. I just want to keep an eye on her,” she closed the trunk with more force than she intended to. “I’m just doing as you told me. I’m just doing what you entrusted me to do.” 

He hummed, sounding more like the typical cartoon villain than an actual man. 

“Remember what I told you, Vanessa.”

Vanessa didn’t answer, she just opened the driver’s side door, and got into the car.

Just as she was adjusting the mirror by her window, William grabbed her wrist tightly, and squeezed even tighter.

Vanessa groaned.

“I’m serious, Vanessa,” he leaned closer to her through the window, towering over his daughter. Vanessa felt herself shrinking on her seat.

"If I catch you spilling your guts to that filthy little friend of yours, I'll skin her alive, and you, dear daughter, I'll lock you up in the basement with the prototypes of animatronics I've been working on.”

Vanessa’s breath got caught in her throat. “Dad–” she tried to explain, but he just kept talking, squeezing her wrist harder.

“And I assure you, little girl,” William practically sneered, “this time those animatronics will serve their purpose if you dare come near them."

Finally, he let go of her wrist, or rather, he flung it away from him, and Vanessa's hand hit the mirror.

William walked away, slamming the door behind him as he left the room.

Vanessa sat there, still trembling, holding onto her hand, which hurt pretty bad. But she didn’t know what was worse, if the physical pain, the threats against you, or the threats against her.

When she had finally calmed down enough, she turned on the engine, and drove away.

Away from her father, and looking for you.

Your smile had disappeared, and turned instead into a frown as soon as you saw the state she was in. 

A nervous mess, with tense shoulders, and a bruise starting to form on her wrist. Wide, alert eyes met yours instead of the usual bright eyes that typically greeted you.

You closed the door behind her, the atmosphere was so tense that it could have been cut with a knife.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she sighed, leaning against one of the tables that were used for dinning back in the day.

You crossed the distance between you and her in two seconds, and delicately took her injured wrist.

“Then what is this?”

Vanessa’s pulse quickened. You were touching her.

Your skin felt so soft, so warm, and inviting. She suppressed a shiver as she swallowed dryly and looked away. 

“That’s just,” she gestured with her other hand, “an occupational hazard.” “I've never seen you have one of these before," you murmured. “Does it hurt?” You asked as you poked the bruise lightly. Vanessa hissed.

“Shit–” you let go of her hand as if it burned you. “I’m so sorry–”

“It’s fine,” she cut you off. “I’m fine, really.” She ran a hand through her carefully arranged ponytailed hair. “That just… happens sometimes. Sometimes things just happen to you, and you can’t explain why.” She swallowed, “you never know if you did something to cause them, or if that is just how life works.” You opened your mouth to say something, but then closed it again.

“Come with me,” you said finally, walking towards your office.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately followed you.

Once inside, you took your backpack and began to search inside. After a few moments, you pulled out a cold juice can wrapped in the handkerchief from last time.

“I brought this because I wanted to give it to you,” you said after you saw Vanessa’s look of confusion. “But I have books in my backpack, I don’t want them to get wet.” 

You unwrapped the handkerchief, which was now cold. With a subtle gesture, you  extended your hand towards her, indicating for her to bring her wrist closer.

She complied. You took her wrist, wrapping the cold cloth around it.

“There,” you said, “that’ll help with the swelling.” 

She took a deep breath, touched by the gesture.

“Thank you,” Vanessa said, meeting your gaze as she smiled softly.

“Anytime,” you replied, offering the juice can to her. “Besides, it matches your uniform.”

Vanessa smiled, taking the can from your hand. Her fingers brushed against yours, which caused a tingle to go down her spine.

Your smile widened, your eyes traveling to her injured wrist. “I hope it helps,” you gestured towards the piece of cloth wrapped around her wrist.

Vanessa nodded, pulling the tab from the can, and resting her lips on the cold surface of the lid. “It already feels better,” she admitted with a soft voice.

“Good,” you replied. You both stood there in silence, and Vanessa couldn’t help but notice that providing her with some comfort made you look strangely content.

“Have you seen the animatronics perform?” She asked suddenly.

You huffed a laugh. “Uh, no. Not really.”

She took a sip from the juice, “would you like to?”

You met her gaze, holding it for a second, and then you nodded.

When Vanessa woke up the next day, she lay in bed, mulling over everything that had happened the night before.

You giving her your handkerchief to help with the swelling of her wrist, the juice can, the animatronics' performance, the dancing, the way you rested your forehead against hers as you laughed after tripping over your own feet.

It felt surreal, to say the least.

When she finally decided to descend the stairs to find something to eat, her father was in the dining room reading the newspaper.

Their eyes met, but due to the fight from the night before, neither of them said anything and shortly after, William disappeared from her sight.

She was relieved, of course. A day without William meant a day without problems. No arguments, no empty threats, and no deathly stares.

Vanessa decided to just stay in and relax. It was true that she was glad William wasn’t around, but she didn’t want to upset him further by going out without permission. With her going out almost every night, deliberately disobeying him and lying to his face. She didn’t want to think about what could happen if he found out.

Hours passed and Vanessa was growing worried. Had something happened to him? 

It was true that whenever they were together, Vanessa felt like she had to walk on eggshells, always being on edge. But he was her dad after all, wasn't he? Her only family.

After a while of pacing out in front of the door, Vanessa sat down.

She started dozing off, and just when the clock was about to strike midnight, the door opened, with a very calm William stepping inside.

Vanessa immediately jumped from her seat, rushing to him.

William gave her an exasperated look, but smiled to her nonetheless.

He unceremoniously walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge, and Vanessa trailed behind him.

“Dad?”

William ignored her, taking the carton of milk out of the fridge, and setting it on the table. He then turned to the cupboard, taking out a mug, and lastly, took out powdered coffee from the kitchen cabinet.

“Dad,” Vanessa insisted. What was his deal now? Was he going to ignore her until his anger had dissipated?

He turned around, turning on the hot water, and filling his cup, which was now full of coffee powder. He hummed a tune, one Vanessa could recognize from the songs the animatronics used to play, she clenched her fists.

“Father,” her patience was running out, her voice was more commanding this time.

William continued on his task, now pouring the milk after having dissolved the coffee with water. Then he took the sugar jar and opened it.

She hated him. She hated him so much.

She hated his smugness, his incredibly enormous ego, the total dismissal of her feelings, the threats, the fights, the screaming, the hits –

Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. What was his problem? All Vanessa had ever done was to please him, and when she displeased him just once, he preferred to be away all day and ignore her afterward.

“Look at me!” she all but growled. 

William audibly sighed, taking a sip out of his drink. He put the mug on the counter, and finally acknowledged Vanessa’s presence.

“Tell me,” he said in a monotone voice, “are you going to visit your little friend today?”

Vanessa swallowed. “No, I’m not.”

William raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really? That’s surprising.” 

Vanessa opened her mouth to answer, but he interrupted her with a low chuckle. “I mean, you were so eager to see her last night, weren’t you?”

She inhaled, trying to relax and push her uncomfort down. “Yes,” she said between her teeth. “But since it upset you, I’m not going to go check on her for at least a couple of days.”

William hummed.

“Is that satisfying enough for you, father?”

“Bah,” with a dismissive gesture, he waved off her words, turning his head to the side with disdain.

“Playing the “father” card with me, like you’re a little kid,” he murmured to himself. “I know what you’re doing,” he turned to her, closing the distance between them.

Vanessa recoiled, panic etching her face. 

She tried walking away from him until her back hit the wall, and William finally cornered her.

“You think you’re so smart, huh?” He smiled condescendingly at her. “You think you’re so tough, so… lucky. One day reality it’s going to hit you, and you’ll realize you’re not worth any of the trouble you’re causing.”

He raised his hand towards her face.

Vanessa’s breath quickened. She felt as if all of the air in the room suddenly vanished. Her chest felt tight, her throat was dry and her eyes burned with unshed tears.

William gently stroked her cheek before slowly sliding his hand downward. He rested his hand around Vanessa’s neck, not squeezing, just to hold her in place, like a silent warning.

His voice was soft and calm, but incredibly supercilious. “The day will come, Vanessa. Just wait and see.”

After a week of radio silence, Vanessa couldn't take it anymore and went to look for you at work.

Something had changed. She didn't know what exactly, but you weren't the same.

You would barely face her, let alone look at her. You would avoid her touch, you wouldn't accept her offerings of food.

You didn't offer her coffee anymore.

Vanessa couldn't help but wonder if it was something she had done.

Every time she tried to mention it, you brushed it off like it wasn’t important.

“I’m just tired, that’s all,” or sometimes it was “I just had a rough day, don’t worry about it.”

You were lying, it was painfully obvious, and both of you were aware of it.

But why? What had happened? 

Vanessa couldn’t help but roll around in bed every night, thinking, analyzing.

Whatever it was, she was determined to find out.

There was something else, too.

Her father had also changed his behavior.

He stopped asking where she was going. He also spent most of his time in the basement, working on his projects.

Vanessa honestly didn't mind as much, she felt better with him being out of sight most of the time.

That night, when she went downstairs ready to check on you at Freddy's, he was in the living room, reading the newspaper.

“How's your little friend?” He asked, not lifting his gaze.

“She's fine,” Vanessa answered, maybe more coldly than she should've.

William chuckled, amused, for some reason.

“I've been thinking about placing an ad in the newspaper to look for another security guard.”

“Another?” Vanessa frowned. “Are you going to fire her?”

William lifted his gaze, “you sometimes worry me, Vanessa.”

Vanessa was taken aback by this, but her father didn't elaborate.

She sighed, making her way to the garage. 

Vanessa heard her father say, “have fun,” as she left the room.

She was inside Freddy's in no time. You had developed the habit of leaving the door unlocked, Vanessa knew she probably had to scold you for that, but she honestly couldn't care less.

Vanessa headed to your office, but something stopped her.

Was that the smell of…?

No, she interrupted her train of thought. No, it can't be, it's impossible.

“Is it, though?” A voice inside her head said.

She swallowed, turning around and heading to the storage room.

With her heart beating madly inside, she entered the room.

An incredibly strong and nauseating smell hit her. 

Vanessa recognized the smell easily. 

Putrefaction.

Death.

And there were you. Or rather, what was left of you.

Her heart was beating so fast that she was subconsciously afraid that her blood pressure would drop and she would faint.

Slowly, painfully so, she approached your body.

At first glance, and also thanks to the stench, she could tell this had happened days ago, if not weeks.

How?

You talked with her not too long ago, barely a couple of days had passed.

How? Who?

Vanessa could no longer stand, and her knees gave way.

How? Who? Why?

All she could do was stare at your decomposed body, the dry wounds, the rotten blood, the pale skin. 

It was like seeing the kids again. All over again.

Before she could When he realized it, big tears were sliding down his cheeks and falling to the ground.

This couldn't be happening. Not to you, at least.

It didn't make any sense, one day she had you dancing in her arms, and now you were lying dead on the ground.

Why?

Could she have prevented this?

She never even get to tell you how she felt. She never got to tell you that she liked you.

Vanessa trembled, unable to stop crying. Was this a divine punishment?

Did God see all her atrocities and decided to take action against her?

She tried to brush away the tears, being too harsh.

It hurt. Everything hurt. From her eyes, to her head, and her heart.

Her chest felt tight, she couldn't breathe. No amount of trying was going to compensate for it.

You were dead. But she had seen you, hadn't she?

And that's when she heard footsteps behind her. 

Vanessa snapped her head back, and lo and behold. You were there.

Vanessa choked, trying to say something, anything.

“You're gone,” was the first thing that came out of her mouth, barely audible over her sobs.

You nodded, softly.

She raised her voice, “why didn't you say anything?”

You just stared at her for a moment. “I don't know.”

“You don't know?” Vanessa stood up on her wobbly legs. 

“It wasn't supposed to be like this,” you say. 

Vanessa looks at your face after what felt like eternity. So that was why you would recoil from her touch. That was why you would never look at her, you would never let her look at you. It was disturbingly obvious now.

Your eyes were basically drained of life, hollow, empty. 

She would have realized something was amiss if you hadn't taken all those precautions.

The tears kept falling.

“I'm sorry,” Vanessa breathed out with a broken voice.

You managed a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. “Don't be. It wasn't your fault.”

She choked on her sobs, her cries getting louder.

“I don't understand,” she choked, “why are you still here?”

You (or rather, your ghost,) looked down, sighing. “I guess what they say it's true. You can't go if you have something pending.”

You approached her. "I guess I should tell you.”

Vanessa looked down at your corpse and then back at your ghost.

“Tell me.”

You sighed, smiling bittersweetly. 

“Let me tell you something else first,” you began. “I still admire you for your decision to become a police officer. I know you think it's nothing. But not for me, because I know you'll help with the investigation. I know you'll report what happened here, and I'll finally get some peace.”

Vanessa swallowed. She wouldn't. She couldn't.

“Anyways, I…” you closed your eyes, and opened them again. “I'm ready to tell you.”

A beat passed.

“I like you, Vanessa.”

Numb. That's the only way she could describe it.

Her hands felt numb after dragging your body through the cold and burying it behind Freddy's, on the empty lot William had bought a few years ago.

Her heart was numb after your confession. 

“I like you.”

It repeated over and over again inside her head, like a broken record.

I like you, I like you, I like you.

If only she could have said, “I like you too,” before your spectrum became nothing more than dust and memories.

If only she had said something before you were killed.

If only she had done anything at all.

She knew exactly who had done it. She couldn't pretend that she didn't see it anymore. 

That night, coming home felt like a nightmare.

Vanessa had barged inside the basement, and screamed at him. At her father.

The one who had taken you away from her.

She screamed, and threw everything she could find at him. She cried, and cried, and cried.

And William remained impassive until he didn't.

Vanessa made the mistake of tearing William's work plans off the wall, and at that moment he finally saw red and revealed himself.

With an incredible amount of force, he grabbed Vanessa and pressed her against his desk.

“What do you think you're doing, you stupid creature? You think throwing a tantrum will bring her back? Do you forget who you are, and who I am?”

William basically spat the words out, Vanessa took a deep breath.

“Look at what you have become,” William narrowed his eyes as he said this.

With a trembling voice, Vanessa replied, “I am what you made me. I am your daughter.”

He growled, “you're unbearable. I want you out of my sight!”

William pushed her out of the basement, and locked himself inside.

A couple of days later, Vanessa was packing everything she owned, including the handkerchief you had given to her that one time, and leaving her dad's house. For good this time.

And a month after escaping her father's shadow, she was changing her last name from Afton to Shelly and enrolling in the police academy.

A/N: Well, that was a ride, wasn't it? Reblogs are appreciated.

[thehypnone]

university ghoul dynamics part 2 of 2. I blame @skele-bunny and @everybodyshusband /aff this is about a student teacher relationship but they are both consenting adults and the age gap isn't drastic (think like 25&30)

non-binary, disabled young uni teacher rain with a fresh phd & audhd student aeon that picked a random degree so his parents would fuck off

aeon with parent issues, completely disinterested in all his classes, but smart, so he passes it all anyways. barely, but he does—he'd be a top student if he gave it more than the bare minimum

there's one class that he pays attention to, since the first meeting. a non-binary teacher 30 years younger than the rest of his professors and not much older than aeon himself. someone actually just...cool, with a gentle yet commanding voice that's just captivating and makes even the stubborn students just want to listen. rain seems passionate about their class, too, which makes it even more pleasant to listen because it’s obvious they actually want to be there and teach, and it’s not just a job they have to make a living

rain's class is the only one aeon attends regularly and actually listens to a little bit, but he's still aeon and he’s still on the spectrum. it's not like he's suddenly a passionate academic just because one of his teachers is cool. rain notices, ofc, and they also consider themself cool and approachable so they decide to talk to aeon about it. maybe he has some problems, maybe he has a learning disability, etc. rain intends to help, if they can

something something it turns out aeon never had anyone caring for him or his needs in any capacity and it's not long before he becomes strangely attached to rain. they're aware and they know they should stop it and definitely not let it go any further but...but there's something about helping aeon that kinda. fulfills them

when they were a student they had a lot of problems because of their gender identity and disability and they didn't have any teachers that would care and it made them hate university despite being so passionate. they took a gap year or two before their masters and phd and ended up loving it all over again but they still remember how it felt not being taken seriously and they don't want that for aeon

a few months and they totally fall in love. it's awkward and neither of them knows what to do about it and neither of them is even sure that the other feels the same and the simple fact that they're a teacher and a student, even if they're both adults with a not-so-big age difference

I think aeon always packs slowly at the end of the classes, lingers so he can be the last one to leave and maybe exchange a few words with rain. next semester aeon signs up for additional classes the moment he sees some of them are rain's

I think there would be a moment when like. aeon is slow as usual in getting out of the class. rain has a bad pain day and struggles with carrying some of their stuff and they end up dropping it. aeon is on his knees picking it up in a second and rain will not admit what aeon on his knees before him and looking up at them with a sweet smile and puppy eyes did to them

maybe rain invites him for coffee one time. to discuss his academic future, of course. nothing else. right?

they both feel it's so wrong but it reaches a point where they just. can't not be together

aeon not telling rain how far from university he actually lives and getting up at like. 5am to come pick rain up when they're in a flareup and can't get to uni themself but have to come teach

aeon throwing a tantrum when the elevator isn't working even though rain insist it's fine

(stolen from felix) rain emailing aeon telling him to come to office hours to talk, and when aeon gets there it turns out rain just wanted to say that they're...look, they're not disappointed, but they can see that aeon's not living up to his full potential, and they'd really like to see him working a bit harder in class if he's able to. they're more than willing to help him out with certain concepts and accommodate his needs to allow this to happen etc etc. and aeon doesn't really know why (we do though, it's the parental issues) but something about rain at their desk, peering over their round wire-rimmed glasses and telling him to work harder is doing something for him and he doesn't know how to feel about it. something about how gentle they are about it too, like they're not angry, they just want to see him work harder and be true to his abilities and they're genuinely willing to help him achieve that

[sebbyisland]

Akane is going to “kill” Issho and Issho will thank her for it. thoughts under the cut.

Issho genuinely does care about Akane in his own shitty way. He recognizes her skill (complains she ruined the point of the rookie event). He is honest to her about his own fears for the rakugo industry (that he used as justification for ruining her dad’s career). He takes her words seriously (and responds by taunting her). He takes her on as a student (without her input). Most importantly, he doesn’t say she doesn’t deserve to learn Shiguma’s Art, but that she doesn’t have the skill for it. If he had it his way, no one would learn Shiguma’s Art again, but because Akane pushed that she WILL learn whether he likes it or not, he has acknowledged her demands by accepting her challenge—her gamble. He’s not the type to use back-handed methods, either. The challenge is sincere. If Akane meets his (EXTREMELY VAGUE) standards, he will continue her education in Shiguma’s Art.

This is actually the best case scenario because by being taught by both Issho and Shiguma, Akane can take in the full “Ki-Roku” influence for her interpretation of Shiguma’s Art, just like Kiroku intended by passing on his “name” to his students. However, because Issho’s such a pain in the ass, he just so happens to have standards that may or may not actually be aligned with Shiguma’s Art. But it’s nothing against Akane in particular. 🙃

Of course, the only reason Akane and Issho are IN this situation in the first place is because Akane is who she is, but how could Issho know that? He barely knows her at all. He didn't even know she EXISTED until she went through the effort to talk to him one-on-one after winning the Karaku Cup. Ikken has to GIVE HIM a news article about her for him to get updates on her career. From what we've seen, Issho doesn’t even seem to know how to connect with her as a person besides FIGHTING with her😭. This is how he connected with her after the Karaku Cup and this is how he directs their first conversation as a student and master. Issho cuts off Akane’s olive branch apology with “enough of the preface,” acknowledging that Akane doesn’t actually see him as a traditional Mentor, but also that Issho doesn’t see her as a traditional Student, so why should she act like one? Why pretend they are anything other than what they are: enemies (but are they? are they really. look deep in your heart).

Issho always said he wanted to break the tradition of seniority and he is actively doing so by meeting Akane where she’s at, not as a Zenza who needs to be introduced into the world of rakugo, but a up and coming rakugoka who is a potential threat to the sanctity of Shiguma’s Art. He is doing this because Akane demanded him to take her seriously. Of course, Akane is only a threat because of his own delusion that Shiguma’s Art was ever under threat in the first place. This is really the crux of their whole conflict.

Yet, by Akane simply being herself, she is already starting to fulfill Issho’s ideals. We are not just breaking the seniority pyramid we are reversing it: Akane is about to teach her own master to appreciate Shinta Arakawa’s weakness. We are not just preserving Shiguma’s Art but evolving: Akane’s rakugo can carry the legacy of Shiguma's Art and Shinta Arakawa and her own mastery of the art seamlessly. We are not just keeping rakugo relevant in modern times: Akane extends the reach of rakugo to a different continent! She can defeat Issho at his own game by playing by her own rules, just like he does. Going to France is ONLY THE BEGINNING!!!!! Now that she’s back, she’s gonna wreck Issho’s shit. She’s even starting to more closely resemble the essence of Shiguma Arakawa: the small, defined movements that help communicate with her audience. She’s literally evolved without Issho there to tell her what to do. As she should.

What’s crazy about Issho is if you actually do what he wants then you can’t reach Issho’s ideals. You end up like Kaisei. Kaisei, the "embodiment of Issho's ideals," who doesn't seem to actually believe in them for himself. When describing the principles of the Issho Arakawa school to Akane, now that she's a more experienced rakugoka, he gives a description that's less impassioned than when he initially pitched it to her. More like rules he has to follow.

This makes sense because when his guard is down, he's not all serious and strictly focused on rakugo like Issho. Rather, we're introduced to him through his genuine interest in connecting with Akane. He shows his pouty, boyish side in front of Ikken. Even though he's petty enough to be annoyed that journalists compare him to Rokuro, he meets up with him at a cafe. He tells Rokuro he doesn’t care who inherits Shiguma’s Art, but this also means he won’t let any of this drama bleed into how he views them. He values them as fellow rakugoka more than just instruments judged on their ability to truly honor Shiguma’s Art. Yes, Kaisei seems to have a preference for Akane to deliver Shiguma’s Art, but he at least doesn’t hold his rakugo opinions over others like it’s the law. Unlike. Some people….This is all to say: Kaisei connects with people. He WANTS to connect with people. It’s only natural. You need to be free to "laugh when you are happy and cry when you are sad," as Kiroku once said.

Connecting with others is just as important as the individual's skill as an artist, but Kaisei was deprived of making a real connection with Issho, and their relationship suffers for it. Kaisei is a pretty combative person (remember when he tried to out-class koguma that was crazy), but he takes an uncharacteristically conflict-avoidant approach with Issho (doesn’t tell him about Akane unless necessary, warns Akane about Issho while escorting her to his office). He's not expressive around Issho like is with other rakugoka like Rokuro or Ikken, which signals that despite knowing Issho since he was a CHILD, he is not fully comfortable with him. Issho gave Kaisei rakugo to defend himself, but it seems that in the process, Issho neglected to tell him that not everything in life is a battle.

Look at Kaisei's face. Is this someone who is having a good time? He acts like fulfilling Issho's ideals is a JOB to fulfill, not the next exciting step in the rakugo journey, like Akane does. It's his responsibility. It's his burden. Kaisei tries not to show it, but he's always haunted by the weight of Issho's standards. Kaisei was jealous of Maikeru receiving praise from Issho, but he also took in Maikeru's Shinuchi test as a warning: you have to be better than this, or you will never live up to your master's standards.

Keep in mind, Kaisei won’t even be judged by Issho during his Shinuchi test because masters aren’t ALLOWED to vote on their own student’s performance(obvious conflict of interest). When Kaisei worries about meeting “Issho’s ideals” he doesn’t even mean as a Shinuchi, but for his relationship with Issho, which kinda contradicts the whole point of doing this for the art…Akane arguably has even more at stake than Kaisei if Issho does not approve of her because she needs to avenge her father. Yet, she continues her go-getter attitude because, unlike Kaisei, she gets to truly have fun sharing rakugo with others.

It's very likely that under Issho's tailored guidance from a young age, Kaisei has internalized both Issho's respect for the art and Issho's insecurities. We've already seen hints of this from his jealous nature + performance of stories with jealous protagonists. The way Kaisei focuses on embodying the ideal rakugoka echoes Issho’s own obsession with preserving Shiguma’s Art. Furthermore, when we're given a panel of the new Shinuchi since Akane left for Paris, we see the backside of what is clearly Maikeru and Rokuro, but interestingly enough, not Kaisei, the rising rakugo superstar. It's likely that Kaisei, in these three years, did not undergo his Shinuchi test. Ironically, it could be Issho's own teachings that prevent Kaisei from fully adopting Issho's ideals and getting promoted to a Shinuchi.

I have no idea how Ikken turned out normal with someone like Issho as his master. Ikken treats Issho like an old friend. They regularly do Master-Student joint events. I guess this also ties into Issho trying to tear down the boundaries of seniority, so there is some consistency there. However, it's been alluded to that there is something that happened after the previous Shiguma Arakawa's death, but before the Expulsion Controversy, that has made Issho into the Demon Masrer he is now.

Why do I say after the previous Shiguma's death? Ikken refers to an event as recent as Taizen's Shinuchi promotion as a Pre-Demon-Master Issho event that went a lot smoother than Maikeru’s. Taizen is part of the Arakawa school and in the same generation as Shinta and Chocho. There likely was not a big gap of time between his test and Shinta’s. Furthermore, Issho had already spent however many years mentoring Ikken after Kiroku's death, but Ikken is clearly is not saddled with any of the Shiguma’s Art drama, nor is he even fully aware of the details. This implies that whatever feud Issho and Shiguma had because of the loss of their mentor, it wasn't enough to give Issho rakugo-tunnel vision. Grief over Kiroku alone wasn’t enough for him to become extreme about his “ideals” with Ikken and it wasn’t enough to motivate him to help orchestrate a difficult Shinuchi test for Taizen.

What really convinces me that Shiguma’s Art wasn’t enough to convince Issho to go Demon Master is the fact Shinta wasn’t the only one who faced expulsion that day. There were multiple rakugokas doing their Shinuchi test along with Shinta, and Issho kicked out ALL OF THEM. Shinta was the only one of them who was a student of Shiguma Arakawa. If this was really all about Shiguma’s Art, why would he bother doing a mass expulsion of Futatsume from different schools? Shinta’s use of the nature of Shiguma’s Art obviously struck a chord with Issho, but that wasn’t all. There was Something Else. That "something else" was the final step to forming the Demon Master we know today.

For my own sake, I’m listing out the big “Demon Master Route Checkpoints” below (excluding his childhood bc idk if story will go into that but know that His Bio Dad Sucks). God he needs therapy.

His Dad Literally Dies: Rokuen adopts the stage name Shiguma, Issho is the official head of the Arakawa school. Kisoba takes on the stage name Issho for unknown reasons. They promise each other to protect Shiguma’s Art. It’s implied Issho did Not handle Kiroku getting sick as well as Rokuen.

Issho Thinks He Failed His Dad: Kisoba is banned from Shiguma’s Art, Rokuen learns it but can’t master it. Kiroku gets sick. He tells Kisoba “you killed me” or at the very least Issho thinks Kiroku thinks this. This haunts Issho for life.

Issho Thinks He Killed His Dad: Kiroku reveals to the boys that he was kicked out of the Kashiwaya school because he let Kisoba perform as his Zenza. Kiroku would have done this for either student because he loves his boys, but because it was Kisoba, Kisoba feels partially responsible. Unlike Rokuen, who found out in advance and had time to process, Kisoba only finds out when it’s too late. He immediately decides to carry his guilt with him, declaring he wants to repent for the rest of his life. This begins the divide in how Rokuen and Kisoba approach rakugo.

Issho Breaks Up with Shiguma: There’s layers to this but I’m specifically referring to the death of the prev Shiguma Arakawa since that’s when Issho changed his name + this event seems to be how SHIGUMA perceived the start of their split. Still kinda unsure how this happened. How can you fumble a bad bitch like that and live…

Issho Becomes an Emotionally Neglectful Dad: Takes on Kaisei as a student to embody His Ideals. It’s implied he also gave Kaisei unofficial lessons as a child which is why he makes sm fast progress like Akane. I don’t think Issho realizes the full implications of doing this to a child of single mom. It seems he gave Kaisei rakugo daddy issues because of his own rakugo daddy issues yayyy generational trauma. I think this is also why his newest student is a grown man and literal father. He’s immune to Issho’s nonsense and can just take in what he needs to grow. Issho can’t be worse than a corporate exec after all.

Serial Killer Moment: Issho rakugo-murders Shinta Arakawa and whoever else was performing for the Shinuchi exam. This causes a National scandal. None of the Arakawa Futatsume tried to do a Shinuchi test for around a decade because they were so spooked, which is a big change from apparently doing multiple in one day.

Something Else????????: likely related to the fall of rakugo popularity making him want to put everyone to higher entertainment standards and preserve the art of rakugo. This provably happened between Taizen’s Shinuchi test and Shinta’s Shinuchi test. Overlapped with mentoring Kaisei. Who knows.

No matter what his reasons are, Akane rightfully despises Issho for expelling her dad, and I don’t think that will ever really go away. Despite this, she will probably end up becoming one of the people closest to him. Against her will. Since she has to indirectly address all his personal issues to excel in her career and avenge her dad, Issho will probably benefit from mentoring Akane just as much if not more than Akane will benefit from learning under the other half of Kiroku's legacy. And, I mean, technically only Issho could push Akane hard enough that she decides to challenge herself by going to PARIS so really. In a way. They are the best Student-Mentor dynamic for this stage in Akane’s life (they are truly such character foils ahh). Akane-banashi really is trying to say once you humble your toxic absent father figure you will be unstoppable and tbh Yuki Suenaga is so real for that.

To resolve the Arakawa school drama, Issho needs to let go of the grief and regret and fear that he has centered his entire rakugo identity around. The only thing that will fix a man like Issho is ego death. We need to kill him from the inside out. Really make him realize not only was he wrong about Shinta, but that *HE* was the *TRULY* weak one for expelling him instead of respecting the importance of human connection. Just like Kirokundid all those years ago, he needs his entire world view destroyed. Akane's perfect revenge is to do onto him what he did to Shinta Arakawa: kill him. Spiritually. Emotionally. Psychologically. Akane needs to kill Issho. That is my dream. The crazy part is that Issho Arakawa agrees with me!!!!!

He is eagerly awaiting to be proven wrong he literally said so himself after he first spoke with Akane. He’s been an Akane fan since THEIR FIRST CONVO. Imagine Akane brings Issho a souvenir back from Paris. Because that’s just the person she is. Issho would keep it on his desk. I’m so serious. He would never throw it out. That’s a gift from his rakugo granddaughter who hates him. But he would rather say it was a waste of money than thank her for thinking of him. This is why Akane will always hate him<3

[quirkwizard]

Man, Sonic the Hedgehog has a lot of foils/mirrors/opposites. Knuckles is Sonic but strength, Shadow is Sonic growing up losing kindness, Scourge is evil Sonic, Metal is Sonic without humanity, Blaze is Sonic but orderly and overthinking, Silver is Sonic but serious, Jet is Sonic but focused on winning, Surge is Sonic if he didn't believe in second chances. Could Izuku or anyone else have foils/mirrors/opposites like this?

Personally, if we're comparing hero and villain foils, I would have gone with Batman and his rogues gallery. Regardless, this will depend a lot on your definition on what a foil is. Because to me, a foil needs to be someone in opposition or antagonizing to the main character. At least, they need to be at first. Like Mirio could be a foil to Izuku as a potential successor, but he doesn't really fit that mold. Plus, I already when over their dynamic pretty recently.

Gentle: This may seem like an odd choice, but hear me out. Both were students with big, heroic dreams they couldn't fulfill. Through an attempt at heroics and some luck, their lives were changed forever. The difference was that Izuku lacked a Quirk, but had smarts to make up for it and his heroics helped pave a path towards heroics. Gentle had an amazing Quirk, but was stupid, and his encounter pushed him towards villainy.

Aoyama: While the briefest example on this list, it's still one that is important. Izuku and Aoyama were both Quirkless kids that got Quirks that were ultimately harmful to them, both physically and mentally. Aoyama became lost in his own despair as he grappled with his role as the traitor, seeing it as unforgivable. Izuku was the one to hold out hope and pushed for Aoyama to be helped and understood rather than be treated like a criminal.

Shinso: Both Izuku and Shinso have a strong desire to be a hero in spite of how others see them. Shinso was a kid born with a powerful Quirk, yet was singled out for having such an evil ability. He tends to operate far more pragmatically and callously towards others, acting a lot more villainous. Izuku was Quirkless and was singled out for that. Yet instead of letting all the negative attention he got define him and rose above it to be a paragon.

Shoto: Both Shoto and Izuku are both crushed under the legacy and the awesome power that they have inherited. A lot of their own arcs are them struggling with that legacy and what it means. Where they diverge, Izuku was chosen and accepted it with open arms, wanting to be just like All Might. Shoto was born into it and is constantly trying to escape it, going as far as to refuse to use half of his own power just because it was like Endeavor's.

Bakugou: The most obvious one. Bakugou and Izuku are about as different as you could get. Outside their admiration for All Might, they have almost nothing in common with one another. From their surface level personalities, from their social standings, down to the very reasons they want to be heroes. Less of a foil, and more of an antithesis. Which is the point. The two are supposed to change and learn from one another as the story goes forward.

Tomura: There are a lot of ways these two reflect one another. To boil it down, they're both people who wish to be at the pinnacle of their respective roles. To serve as the heir to an old and mighty power. And as they go on their journey, they redefine what it means to be a "hero" and "villain". The most obvious thing that separates them is that one is a hero and the other is a villain. Of course, there is a lot more nuance in their dynamic, but that about boils down to the essentials.

[thenon-fictiondays]

Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation 4-2

Chapter 4: Fall.

Part 2

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Is it really okay for things to keep going this well every day?

While changing his shoes at the shoe lockers side by side with Niibashi, Kagiura opens up without even thinking about it.

His friend is both clever and good at sympathizing with others, so he’s good at following conversations with no clear train of thought, which makes him easy to talk to.

“Say you have someone who wakes you up every day, eats the food you don’t like, watches over you while you’re studying, is kind, and has the most amazing smile. You wouldn’t be able to help starting to like them, right?”

When he adds that they even came to hang out with him over the summer, Niibashi looks at him aghast.

"Kagiuraaa. Is it your girlfriend that you’ve been gushing about all morning? That'll be the death of you at a boys' school."

"Not my girlfriend!"

"Ah, you're talking about him."

Niibashi laughs wryly, as if he's just put two and two together. 

After all, Kagiura talks about Hirano on a regular basis, as if he can’t keep his affection for him from spilling out.

Kagiura sighs. “Maybe I actually do like him like that.” He has the sneaking suspicion he's starting to run out of room to deny it. 

“There’s no way to interpret this other than that you’re completely whipped, but you’re still saying maybe?”

"It’s still a maybe!”

He's aware it's just a bluff, but if he says it out loud, he might just be able to keep fooling himself a while longer.

"Well, anyway. It’s fine if you like him, but we have an executive committee meeting today, so wipe those hearts out of your eyes and get your shit together."

Niibashi lets out a sigh.

Kagiura knows that his friend rather enjoys dealing with troublesome things—even negotiations between the executive committee and the student council. He might be acting as if he’s on his last nerve, but he’s taking it seriously.

And on top of that, he’s keeping Kagiura in check so he doesn’t get carried away.

Hirano-san is, too.

Even though he has his own studies, even though they’re just one year apart, Hirano still cares about Kagiura enough to ask in one way or another ‘are you okay?’. After all, he’d told him to get caught up on studying the lessons he’d fallen behind on once the cultural festival is over.

Kagiura’s at the stage where he might just like Hirano—though it’s too unclear to call it love—but what’s certain is that he feels affectionate towards him; in the face of the serious and cool Hirano, Kagiura needs to play it cool as well.

Just like in basketball practice, if he doesn’t get it together he’ll probably get hurt.

At a time like this, when they’re in the home stretch of festival prep and beginning to burn out, he must fulfill the responsibilities he has undertaken in order to be able to enjoy himself.

“Yeah. Thanks for everything, Niibashi.”

Preparations for the cultural festival are proceeding smoothly.

Kagiura had taken the day off from club practice since the executive committee had a meeting, but it’s over in a flash, so he’s left with more free time than he knows what to do with.

Usually, Kagiura would join practice even if it’s already started, but he isn’t feeling it today, so he heads straight home.

It’s not even 5 pm yet.

I wonder if Hirano-san’s home yet.

He knocks, then opens the door.

“I’m home!”

Normally, he’d receive the reply, “Welcome home, Kagi-kun,” but today he gets nothing.

Hirano’s here, though.

Inside the room, he’s wearing a women’s yukata.

“Shit.”

“.....That’s a yukata.”

Kagiura takes him in, his eyes roaming over Hirano unabashedly.

After all, it looks good on him. Even though it’s meant for women.

“I was just checking the size.”

“You’re wearing the collars backwards, though?”¹

He figures there’s no way Hirano hasn’t noticed, but he points it out just in case.

“It’s for a ghost, so it’s fine.”

Even Kagiura understands that reply.

“Oh, right, you did say you’re doing a haunted house…then, Hirano-san, you must be appearing as a ghost, right?”

“So it seems. …Oh, right. Don’t come to the haunted house, okay?”

“Why?”

Being told to come would’ve been preferable, but he hadn’t expected to be told not to come, and Kagiura is sullenly disappointed. Because, obviously, he wants to come.

“‘Cuz it’ll be embarrassing to have to scare people I know.”

“.....What ghost are you going to be?”

“I’ll tell you if you promise not to come.”

He can’t make that promise, because it’d be a lie.

“I want to go.”

With a deep sigh, Hirano yanks closed the partition curtain—something he rarely does—shutting himself off inside.

He’s probably getting changed.

If Kagiura had to guess, the irritated gesture was probably done to hide his embarrassment.

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T/N: (1) Yukata and kimono are normally worn with the left collar over the right collar. The collars are flipped for the deceased.

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Save me (Semi Version)

Premise: Semi never thought he would find love where his insecurities laid deep, he never thought someone so broken could be so full of love, he never thought he needed to feel loved as much until he met you.

World Count: 2173

Chapter 6: Good Ending

Youth goes by so fast, when you are younger all you want to do is to be an adult and when the time comes, there’s nothing you can do to go back to those days where things were simpler.

Things were bound to change once high school was over for the both of you.

But you got to learn that change isn’t always so bad.

Your boyfriend accepted his true nature after many sleepless nights where feelings and expectations were shared. He wanted to explore his love for music, saying you made him want to be himself, believe in himself. It didn’t matter anymore if Shirabu was a better setter or if Ushijima would go for the pro-league, they were chasing who they truly wanted to be, and he would do the same, even Tendo accepted he wanted nothing to do with the sport anymore and wanted to go into the food industry. Everything would change quickly. Accepting yourself and embracing those around you can really make an impact in your future.

Of course, his parents didn’t want him to have a lousy life as an adult, the life of a rockstar not being what they envisioned for their beloved son; so, he promised to go to university and get an actual job while also pursuing his dream. No one had to lose when he could do both and give his parents peace of mind.

As for you, you had to wait a year on your own before having to experience adulthood, but by the time Semi was out of high school you were able to go out on your own and life went pretty much on as you always wanted school to be. You got upgraded from your position and were appointed president of the student council in your last year. At first it seemed like more than you could handle, but that was just what you needed to start building that impressive resume you’ve been wanting to work on from the start.

Your last year of school was uneventful, and you were ready to move on to the next chapter of your life.

Both, you and your boyfriend were aiming for a job in your local government, hence, you got in the same university and same major, making life easier for you as he had already gone through the material given in classes and could help you understand better what was going on, making the transition not as painful as it was for others.

You would hear from your old friends from Semi from time to time, Ushijima being as famous as someone can be in the industry, was very hard to reach and you were just happy to know he was able to achieve and fulfill his dream. Not like you doubted he ever would, he’s always been the shiniest star. Tendo keeps you both up to date with the happenings of the rest of the team, face-timing with you guys often.

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Life as an adult is complicated. So much to think about, taxes, bills, supermarket sale days. But sharing your workspace with your boyfriend made you look forward to each day. Being in different sectors of the governmental chain just complimented your work-life balance to perfection and you both could still eat lunch together every day like you used to during high school, it felt nice, not everything had changed even when time doesn’t stop for anybody.

Semi’s band was actually pretty famous around the underground concert venues. They even landed a nice record deal not too long ago, though, it still feels a bit weird listening to a song in the radio that you know is about you.

He is in charge of writing all the lyrics for his band and let’s just say 99% of them are about your relationship. From sappy love songs to very deep ones about understanding and belonging; his beautiful sorrowful voice being the reason of their popularity. The fact that the five of them were pretty boys with bad boy auras being just a bonus.

Though, even if they were decently popular, he never mentioned anything about becoming a full-time artist. He had a goal and was not one to jeopardize his future over short-term fame. But he would always get dodgy when asked about this ‘goal’ of his, keeping it a secret from you for years.

You met Tōru again after years of not seeing him, he went away to Argentina to make his dreams come true and you couldn’t be prouder of him. He listened to your advice and even if it took a while, he looked like he was living his best life. You went with him and Iwaizumi to his therapy sessions and even participate in some of them for a solid year and a half until you saw a big change on him. He stopped clinging onto the past, stopped sending you messages saying he missed you at random times of the night when he felt lonely, his outbursts of temper stopped completely after a while, and you all knew he was ready to continue on his path to greatness. He came to this world to do great things and you were just happy to be a healthy part of his life like you always wished to be at last.

He called you in as soon as he came back to Japan and invited you to his match. Meeting all your friends after such a long time was incredible, you even saw Tobio there, who was very much surprised and terrified when he saw you go in the gym and hug Oikawa, all his nightmares becoming reality before his eyes, thankfully, it was a misunderstanding.

It was an awesome day, a day to remember the good old days, re-live your treasured memories with your beloved childhood friend and your at that time, loving boyfriend. It was hard getting to where you were right now, but it was all worth it.

You also saw Ushijima that day, but you were definitely not expecting getting hugged by him. He just seemed so relieved to see you were in good health and that you still remembered who he was, to be able to see that beautiful smile he still dreams about once more, he couldn't contain his own body. His adorable display of affection causing an uproar in his team and Semi to go into some sort of regression to his not so confident self once more.

He’s done all he can to be a decent adult. He went to university and graduated. Landed a good job. Has treated you nicely all these years. But what if seeing all mighty Ushiwaka sways you to his side. What if the promise of a future being the wife of a national star with a big house, kids and a dog is what you wanted? Even the prime minister wanted a selfie with him once.

His spiraling had stopped years ago. He was confident enough in what you guys had and he knows for a fact that you two built it all together, it was not all just him, you were also giving your best to keep the relationship as active and loving as it could be and you’ve done it for years, never really failing him. He should know that you wouldn’t be swayed by Japan’s volleyball sweetheart or the handsome international star that had you snuggled up his side at this very moment trying to keep you away from Ushijima, he should know where your heart really was, but he’s always been this way and needed validation.

That night Semi refused to take you to your apartment, taking a detour. He was quiet the entire time, not wanting to voice his insecurities, but unable to mask his discomfort.

“Baby, is something wrong? I haven’t seen that constipated look in your face for years. Is this about Ushijima-san?” he usually loves how well you know him but hated it just as much when it came to moments like this. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to show you something. I was actually saving this for another time, you know, not for after a 'We love (Y/N) fanclub' meet and greet day, but you know how things are with me, I get restless. So, sorry if it isn’t as big of a surprise as I had planned for it to be.”

He stopped by one of your favorite places in town. He had taken you there the first time you visited his parents’ home. It was a lovely spot up a hill where you had the best view of the sunset, a little bench overlooking the river. This spot became a staple throughout your relationship. You had your first fight there, your first heated kiss, even some of the deepest conversations you’ve had in the history of all your relationship, all have been there. Behind that little bench, across the street, there was a big European style house very much abandoned. Weeds were growing everywhere, almost consuming the house completely. You used to tease him all the time saying one day you would buy that house and restore it all on your own and would become your secret hideaway for whenever you didn’t want to see his face, but the house wasn’t even for sale, it was all teasing to see the cute pout and scowl combo you loved so dearly.

It was in bad conditions, but it wasn’t terrible, it looked almost like a fairy tale house in a secluded area of the town, but you used to go there all the time, to you it wasn’t secluded, it was ideal.

Your boyfriend was now climbing over the fence of said house, causing an alarmed squeak out of you, “Eita, what are you doing? We’ll get in troubles! This has to be private property, we can’t just go in! What if we get arrested!” you whispered-yelled, pulling on his hand as hard as you could to get him back to safety. “Oh yeah, it is private property. Though, pretty sure the owner wouldn’t mind his beautiful girlfriend going into her new house.” the gasp that left your lips was the loudest he’d ever heard, making his grin grow impossibly wider, “YOU DIDN’T!!” squealing, you jumped in his arms forgetting the fence and all, he spooned you around, planting a messy peck on your lips, “I so did.” you had to be dreaming, just when you thought this day couldn’t get any better. “But how? I didn’t even know it was for sale! And just how did you get the money for this?” running around to look for your way in, you were yelling at this point, “I’ve been saving for a while, since it is a fixer-upper it was rather cheap. And well, let’s just say, working in the government has its perks when it comes to permits and what not.” finding your way over to him, you could see his boyish smile, even a faint hint of pink dusting his handsome face, “We’ll have to work hard to make it look presentable though, seems like a lifetime project.” his words made you tackle him to the ground, kissing his very soul, “Do you like it that much?” he hasn’t laughed like this in a while, it felt great, all the negative feelings he had just minutes ago sent to oblivion and replaced by your loving kisses and giggles.

Having a stuck-up job wasn’t ideal for him but he was glad he did as he did, he was able to save the money he needed and accomplished his goal, while also having a good time with his band mates and the love of his life. He couldn’t complaint even if he wanted to, life had been good to him.

All he could think for a while was how he wanted you to be happy, how he wanted you to continue having that safe happy life you’ve both crafted over time, he wanted you to have everything you always wanted and when he saw the way you looked at the little house you were in right now he just made it his goal to get it for you secretly, he didn’t know how long it would take but he just hopped you would still be by his side when the time came, “Are you kidding me? I love it! It's even better than I thought it was!”

“So, are you willing to spend the rest of your life here with me fixing the mess of a house you wanted, garden mouse?” the implications of that question were heavier than what it looked from the outside, this was a commitment, his own way of securing a future with his one true love.

“For as long as you'd have me. Always.” sealing the promise with a never-ending kiss, the future that once was gloomy and uncertain became the brightest there was to offer for two broken souls in need of company, healing and understanding. The house was almost symbolic. Broken, fragile, needing repairs, just the way you were when you met him, just the way he was when he met you, but with nurturing love, patience and a lot of work, things shine brighter than expected with time.

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Note: there will be a surprise bonus chapter next week~ 👀 before we go into big heavy muscle mode.

Tagged babes: @dazaisfavgf, @lauraagrace

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[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

you stay silent for a little bit to think about everything jungkook said: “there’s a lot of people who don’t want us together….” and he’s right. from the moment jungkook displayed interest in you, people have been trying to pull you both apart. first chaeyoung, then nara, and even your boss is pulling you apart because of a stupid rule. chaeyoung has had multiple relations with the parents of her students and her job has never been on the line. even when she’s obvious about it.

whereas you basically had to lie to keep yours and there’s a 99% possibility that you’ll be without a job on monday because of said lie. you would rather work in an environment where your relationship won’t be the center of attention but that means you’ll have to leave the education system permanently.

no more bullshit with chaeyoung or nara. speaking of nara, you can’t believe she sent jungkook a picture with his name carved into her arm. you also can’t believe you’re just now finding out about this but you still take jungkook’s words into consideration. you either need to switch jobs or live with him and worry for nothing.

he lost his job for you, because of you. you should ease his mind and quit yours. you’ll find another job. maybe you can apply and get a position at his mother’s company.

“fine” you let out a sigh. it’s a hard decision but you have to do what’s best for yourself and your relationship. “i’ll…i’ll leave my job”

YES! yesyesyesyes!!! all you needed was a little push and eventually you’d give in. jungkook knows you’re a little hurt but it’s what’s best for you. even if you don’t get another job, he’ll find ways to keep you safe and happy. he cares about you and if something happens to you, he’d never forgive himself. you’re better off working far away from chaeyoung and where nara can’t locate you.

you aren’t grumpy but jungkook can tell that you’re hurt. you’ve worked there for so long that quitting never crossed your mind but he’ll help you feel better. he’s hoping by the end of the day you’ll cheer up, until then, he threads his fingers with yours, kisses your hand, and tells you he loves you because he really does.

you’re so good to him. he promises to be good to you too.

“YAAAAAAYYYY WE’RE HEREEE!!!!” cheers seol who’s kicking his feet in excitement.

“are you excited??”

“mmhmm! i wanna ride a biiiiiiiiig roller coaster”

after jungkook parks the car, you all get out, buy tickets, and seol immediately takes off to the cotton candy stand. “oh! let’s ride the carousel! areum loves that ride!!” cheers seol who’s pulling you both in the direction of whichever ride he can find.

“seol! slow down! stop running off without us!”

wow….you’ve changed so much since he’s last saw you. for body has gotten fuller, your face is much prettier, and your hair is shorter than he’s used to seeing it.

you had a kid? no way.

he doesn’t remember you being pregnant when you ran away and he certainly doesn’t remember hearing about you being in a relationship either. the must be his and you’re playing stepmom. he can’t wait to tell your parents that he’s finally found you now all he has to do is bring you home.

“ji-cheol, c’mon!! what are you looking at?”

“sorry. thought i saw someone. you ready to go?”

~🫧

It’s been hours and it has been so much fun to hang out with you at the park and it’s mostly you and seol who are taking the rides and jungkook stands by the curfew and watches with his love filled eyes.

You are fulfilling such a huge role into his sons life already and it just makes him want to treat you better and better and never give you a reason to leave him. And never do something that would hurt you so much because you’re doing so much for him.

You decided to quit your job and maybe when you’re still together after your lease expires you’ll actually move in with him and his life will be perfect with you and the picture of course.

Jungkook has decided, he is never going to let you go, no matter what and no matter who he has to kill to keep you by his side.

He has never been selfish in his life, but now this is the time that he chooses himself and happiness, which is you.

4 hours passed by just like that you’re all a giggling mess. “Okay okay Seol.. I think we should eat now daddy’s getting really hungry- right yn?” Jungkook winks, referring himself as daddy on purpose.

He is actually relieved about the fact that your mood has significantly gotten better.

He understands that leaving your job is not easy for you because you love being a teacher and that you love the children and it’s such a comfortable environment for you, but.. jungkook didn’t want to do this, but they’re just so many people at the school who are threatening to ruin your relationship

“should we go to those food stalls or maybe we should go and find a restaurant?” he cannot help, but remember the countless of times he used to come here with his little child, but he used to feel so lonely and so out of place all the time but now that he’s with you? He feels so happy and his son is also feeling a lot better now… because you’re with him and you have fulfilled his mother’s role

Seol is in your arms, refusing to let go of you. “Oh my God I’ve been abandoned!” Jungkook feigns being hurt as Seol refuses to come into his arms and leave you.

You and Seol tease jungkook by sticking your tongue out. “I love being with mommy.”

Jungkook smiles. “and I love your mommy too.”

[bookishfeylin]

I know this isn't the usual ask but what made you want to do nursing? And what's something you'd tell someone considering it for a career path?

I love people and being a nurse is a common career choice on my mother’s side of the family, so it just seemed natural, and it really clicked for me honestly.

And boy do I have SO MUCH to tell anyone who wants to enter into nursing, or a current student in nursing school, or a new grad still looking for a job:

-Nursing is HARD. You will have patients suffer. You will see the worst of American society, all of our failures and our shortcomings, and you have to make peace with the fact that you can do nothing to change it. You have to make peace with the fact that the healthcare system in this country is broken—along with everything else—or you will go mad

-Some doctors are great. Some are assholes. See my last point. One physician referred to a patient who receives welfare as a “cockroach” the other day. You have to be able to stomach abhorrent behavior behind the scenes or again you will go mad

-The staffing is shitty. This is true everywhere. You cannot escape it. Especially on a med-surg unit like mine.

-Unit culture>>> everything else, especially as a new grad. After my first week of orientation I wished I’d applied to a tele unit instead due to the staff to patient ratio, but my unit’s overall culture more than makes up for the atrocious staffing. There is a LOT of cattiness in nursing, unfortunately, and the phrase “nurses eat their young” was definitely proved true in nursing school on a lot of units where the nurses would pick on the nursing students, but my unit has been really kind and incredibly supportive and helpful. I adore my coworkers and my manager. If you do enter nursing, you need to work on a unit where your coworkers back you up and your nursing manager advocates for you and your safety because you will have no one else. Most new grads stay in med-surg for 1-2 years and then leave once their feet are in the door and get specialized in something, but I’m legitimately thinking of staying on my unit for a while because of how much I love the people I work with

-Nursing school =/= nursing in practice. You learn more in orientation than in school. School prepares you for the NCLEX, not the real world

-It’s fulfilling. I’ve spent most of this response complaining about nursing and it’s downsides, because it is rough. It’s not easy. But it is fulfilling. You will cry almost every day in your first few weeks because it’s overwhelming but it gets better. Every patient has their own story, and there are few things in life more satisfying than getting a horribly sick patient pre-op, caring for them post-op, and then watching them get well enough to go home. There is nothing more satisfying than learning someone’s life story and becoming a part of that story as you help them return back to their baseline on health. If you love helping people, and I mean really love it, then you might love nursing.

It has its ups and downs. It is stressful. It is exhausting. But I love it.

[lucid-stories]

The World from the Stories

A Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction

⚠WARNING⚠

- Female reader

- Reader here will also be Yuu

- Reader will be able to conjure magic unlike the game

- This is a new creator's work so please bear with me or atleast I am trying to shift from being used to a chat fanfiction creator to the more classic type

- Actually on second thought, I want to name the person Aisha Eleni Lenore "Y/N" L/N so y/n is considered a nickname

-Reader gets transported into Twisted Wonderland

-Not proofread yet

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I watched in horror as my heroes fell. One of the greatest losses in the past decade was broadcasted for the world to see.

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"The crown princess, her royal highness <insert mother's name> and the prince consort, his royal highness < insert father's name> has fulfilled their duties until the end, both as royals and as nobles. Their sacrifice will not be forgotten but this raises the question what is will be the future of our country? For the past thousand years there has not been an unnatural death in the family, could this mean-"

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Irritated, I shut the broadcast down and threw the remote. "I get that they're worried because of the prophesy but can't they just grief for a moment for their fallen royals and just think about everything else after the mourning period" Unable to control her emotions with anger, sadness, betrayal, grief and fear, A hurricane accompanied by heavy snow and thunderstorms begins to brew.

*hik* "-What will I do now" She manages to choke out "Grandma, they're already gone"

"..."

"Is this really the price we have to pay after everything we've done for the sake of the majority? I don't want to be alone"

"..."

"Mom and dad are dead, my older twin brother is missing and I am only 10 years old SO PLEASE WAKE UP... I need you now more than ever... "

"..."

"... Something feels wrong, it's too... silent"

'smoke... Where is it coming from?'

I walked towards wherever it was coming from. I can't help but feel something eerie as if something is watching me. I turned to where I felt the gaze but there was nothing.

Everything felt off ever since I left my grandmother's chambers. I haven't seen a single maid or servant. Even the animals are quiet, a little too quiet for my liking. Not to mention the persitent gaze I feel behind my back every now and then.

Just when I turned back once again to check where the gaze was coming from, everything blacked out.

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'I can't move but I don't think my limbs are binded together'

'How crude, it seems like they trapped me in a box'

I tried to banged on what seems to be a wooden cover from the inside hoping to attract someone however the lid opened before I got the chance to do so.

'I think that was a coffin... Is this the afterlife?'

"Please step forward and state thy name" The talking mirror said.

"Aisha Eleni Lenore L/N"

"As expected of the first female member of our prestigious school!"

The crowd's chatter is too loud to ignore but what caught your attention was what everyone was wearing and the talking mirror.

'Was this something like a sorting hat scene from Harry Potter? And did that mirror say first girl???'

"Child, your soul is compatible with all of the dorms, however, it seems that your blood has more connections to one dorm than the rest. As such, Diasomnia will be the best dorm for you as for now."

"We're done with orientation and dorm assignments? All right, new students—let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it's off with your head!" 'As much as I would like everyone to follow the rules, I think the off with your head thing is a bit too much. Probably a red flag, literally and figuratively'

*Yawn* "Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me."

"New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement.

As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience." 'He gives off salesman vibes, do not approach unless absolutely necessary'

"Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony..."

"Some headmage he is." A voice was projected from a floating tablet

"Maybe he had a tummyache?"

"I certainly did not, I was just making whatever caused the alarm to go off was a false one. After all, I am so kind to prioritize the safety of my students."

*ahem* "I hereby declare that orientation has concluded. Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms.

...Hm? Come to think of it, I don't see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere."

"And that surprises you? Dude's a total recluse." A man with lion ears stated mockingly

"Wait a sec... Did anyone even invite him?"

A guy who looks like someone who stepped out from the screen suggested, "If you're that worried about him missing out, maybe you should have told him yourself."

'I agree if you want to make sure something is done then you have to do it yourself'

"Maybe, but I don't know him too well either..."

Student A:  Draconia... Like, Malleus Draconia? THAT Draconia?

Student B:  So it's true? He really does go to school here?

Student C:  Yikes.

"Ah. Just as I'd expected." A child looking person with red eyes sighed. "I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance.

But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony."

'This Malleus person must have either too small or too big of a presence if people keep on forgetting him' (why too big, because people assume they have already ben invited)

" You have my sincerest apologies. I assure you, this oversight was in no way intended as a snub."

"I mean, you must admit, he's not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with."

"No matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me." The vice-housewarden motioned for the first years to follow him.

"I just hope he doesn't sulk about this." He sighed.

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Timeskip to after they were sorted into their dorm rooms

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"... " >w< I tried to process everything, from the fact my parents died, somehow I got to this place, got sorted into a dorm and finally the fact that it was a school filled with males. Not to mention that this place is nothing like any place I bave ever read in the history and the modern aged books with exceptions to works of fiction. It was too much for my brain to take so I went to a corner and bawled my eyes out.

Feeling my eyes sting and no water came out after who knows how long, I picked myself up and around the room. After all, grandma always said that you will only lose when you give up.

'I will learn everything I can from this place so it won't be a waste' "..."

'but for a place I will be living in for the next (few) year/s, it's a little bare but nothing a few magic spells can't fix.'

-After doing the bare minimum, cleaning spells, creation spells for the bare necessities like the bed, food, clothes-

"I will finish decorating my place tomorrow... I promise"

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"You called, lilia-sama?-" A loud man with green coloured hair that seemed to resemble a lightning bolt said enthusiastically.

"Father, here's the information you asked." A person who looks like a prince inserted before the person before him could continue.

"Good, both of you are here" The man appeared behind them upside down. It seems like the senior does this quite as the 2 young ones were barely even fazed.

"Why is he bringing all the information we gathered for this year's first years?" The loud one asked. "We already checked everyone a couple of times before the entrance ceremony"

"No, not everyone" Silver rebutted. "There was no female student in the list"

"As I thought, I was making sure that particular student just slipped off my mind however, it's impossible as a female wouldn't be common on campus" Lilia added to Silver's. "There is no information in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland on this student. Sebek, I trust that you'll find out everything you can on campus"

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TO BE CONTINUED

[douchebagbrainwaves]

STARTUPS AND RESEARCH

This change happened while no one was looking, and its effects have been largely masked so far. As soon as you get into a sort of Gresham's Law of trolls: trolls are willing to use a forum with a lot of wiggle room. Icio. It's the way we all do things. You need to be here a certain amount of fiber, and we feel bad if we don't. That's true now, and so on? So now there are two possible explanations: a it is finished, or b you lack imagination. The examples of the most successful founders make that clear. Microsoft Research.

Just write whatever you want and don't cite any previous work, and indignant readers will send you references to all the papers you should have cited. Except in a few years? Unfortunately, companies can't pay everyone like salesmen. So the optimal plan, if you can. And God help you if you thought things you didn't dare say out loud. By giving him something he wants in return. Because they come at the end of my day these meetings are never an interruption. The reason I warn startups not to get sucked permanently into consulting, this could even have advantages. You don't have to look into the past. I used to calculate probabilities for tokens, both would have the same sullen resentment as children made to do something grand or heroic, but just to make money. And if they do, VCs will have to be profitable, raise more money, or may prefer the stability of a large company. We would have much preferred a 100% chance of $1 million to a 20% chance of $10 million, even though theoretically the second is worth twice as much.

By compressing the dull but necessary task of making a living into the smallest possible time, you show respect for life, and save every penny of your salary. Though novice investors seem unthreatening they can be the most plausible ones. Take away the incentive of wealth, and technical innovation grinds to a halt. Suppose another multiple of three. Don't maltreat users is a subset of text classification, which is probably an overestimate, that's 2500 new companies. Will a startup inevitably stop being a startup as it grows larger? The top 5% of programmers probably write 99% of the good ones, is precisely that: look for places where conventional wisdom is broken, and then poof, it's taken away. But Dropbox was a much better idea, both in the absolute sense and also as a match for his skills.

It would not be so useful if it delivered your dinner to a random location in central Asia. Whereas top management, like salespeople, have to actually come up with a startup idea in one month, what if they'd chosen a month before the Altair appeared? Real ugliness is not harsh-looking syntax, but having to build programs out of the way as soon as possible. It doesn't sound obviously mistaken. At YC we use the phrase ramen profitable to describe the situation where you're making just enough to pay your living expenses. A good hint to the presence of leverage is the possibility of failure. The outsourcing type are going to take over the world is not merely the product of training. Their first site was exclusively for Harvard students, it would obviously be a good startup idea. But the similarities feel greater than the imagination of man. This sort of trolling was in the bathroom! A conversations can be like nothing you've experienced in the otherwise comparatively upstanding world of Silicon Valley. Commitment Is a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy.

[otcing]

Bill Gates was invited by a high school to give a lecture. He arrived by helicopter, took the paper from the pocket where he had written eleven items. He read everything in less than 5 minutes, was applauded for more than 10 minutes non-stop, thanked him and left in his helicopter. What was written is very interesting, read:

1. Life isn't easy — get used to it.

2. The world is not concerned about your self-esteem. The world expects you to do something useful for it BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

A former cleaning lady becomes a chef and fulfils her dream of having her own organic restaurant

True story: A simple (but powerful) gesture of kindness from a CEO

3. You will not earn $20,000 a month once you leave school. You won't be vice president of a company with a car and phone available until you've managed to buy your own car and phone.

4. If you find your teacher rude, wait until you have a boss. He will not feel sorry for you.

5. Selling old newspapers or working while on vacation is not beneath your social standing. Your grandparents have a different word for it: they call it opportunity.

6. If you fail, it's not your parents' fault. So do not whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

7. Before you were born, your parents weren't as critical as they are now. They only got that way from paying your bills, washing your clothes and hearing you say they're "ridiculous." So before saving the planet for the next generation wanting to fix the mistakes of your parent's generation, try cleaning your own room.

8. Your school may have blurred the distinction between winners and losers, but life isn't like that. In some schools, you don't repeat more than a year and you have as many chances as you need to get it right. This looks like absolutely NOTHING in real life. If you step on the ball, you're fired… STREET!!! Do it right the first time!

9. Life is not divided into semesters. You won't always have summers off, and it's unlikely that other employees will help you with your tasks at the end of each term.

10. Television is NOT real life. In real life, people have to leave the bar or the club and go to work.

11. Be nice to the CDFs (those students that others think are assholes). There is a high probability that you will work FOR one of them.”

Know these and know peace. I come in PEACE 😇

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[dearmrsawyer]

Hey! You're a college librarian right? If you're comfortable, would you mind talking about what it's like (like what you do and stuff?) If it's not invasive of course. I'm really curious about it

Hi!! Yes i am!!!! I can absolutely tell you a little about what i do, i’m not sure if you’re simply curious or if you’re interested in following a similar path but i do want to clarify first that your average college (or university/uni for an aussie like myself) will have a couple dozen librarians split amongst a few departments, each with their own area of focus (e.g. collection management, research services, etc). But i work at a veryyyyyy small university where i’m the only librarian, so i do everything! Lol. So it’s not the average experience for an academic librarian but it does at least give me the ability to offer a wider preview of the sort of work done by academic librarians!

To preface, uni librarians are a support service for both students and staff, so i spend just as much time helping lecturers as i do our students (sometimes more, academics.... rip lol). As far as ‘what it’s like’, i think to be a librarian you need to enjoy being of service. Every part of your day is build upon being of service to someone, there’s a lot of organisation skills and customer services skills involved, and its miles away from the ‘sit around and read all day’ perception people have. It’s extremely busy, but your workload can fluctuate depending on where you are in the semester (or inbetween). I also feel like every librarian has a different experience? Like no 2 jobs are going to look exactly the same because your role is completely dependent upon who you’re there to help. Every public library is serving a different community and every academic library is serving a different group of students/every university is made up of different courses. No 2 jobs are the same which is daunting but also kind of cool! Ok so what i do: 

Front desk duty: basically helping anyone who walks into the library. Helping people borrow, search for resources, helping students understand assignments, also a lot of basic IT stuff! Helping students use the library computers, print, or even with their own devices. You might be able to answer someone’s question in five seconds, or you might sit down with them for 30 minutes and work through their research question. It’s always different! I love opportunities to really dive in to someone’s research and spend a bit of time helping them get what they need. Also answering a lot of questions that have nothing to do with the library, but the library is seen as a place where people can come ask questions, which i’m totally okay with! So mentally building up an FAQ because often people aren’t sure who to ask. 

Buying stuff: fielding books requests from both lecturers and students, but also sometimes lecturers will be like ‘can you find some books on this topic’ and i will go try to identify useful books on a particular topic. I also make the actual purchases and receive the books when they arrive. ALSO buying digital stuff, like organising subscriptions to online databases and all the technical stuff that comes along with that, working with IT to make sure our systems talk to each other properly/troubleshooting. 

Cataloguing/processing: This is everything that happens after a book arrives! I need to create a record for each book (so that you can find them in the catalogue!), and this can be very quick or complicated depending on the book. For popular books you can often copy a record from another library, but for extremely new books or rare books, sometimes you have to create the entire record from scratch. And this can take hours for one book! I have a shelf of ‘for quiet days’ books that are waiting for me to create their records from scratch lol. Once i’ve created a record, i will then label and cover the books, and add the security tag. Then they’re ready for the shelves, and i’ll shelve them!

Study resources: I started my job when this university was very young, so over the years i’ve created a lot of study resources you’d find at any university. Guides on essay writing, research skills, referencing, all your basics to get through tertiary education successfully! And some of our lecturers will build time into their subjects for me to come in during class and do a little session on some of these skills.

I also make subject material available to students. So when lecturers put their reading lists together, i scan everything and make them available for students, check links are working, upload powerpoint slides, basically once our lecturers have decided on what students need to see during the subject, i put it all together and make it presentable/functional.

Most universities will have a copyright officer who’s like, in charge of licenses the uni has to buy, how much content is allowed to be shared, keeps up to date on any changes in legislation that will effect what a uni needs permission to do, so i do all of that lol. And that’s work that kind of sits outside the library because copyright doesn’t only apply to learning materials, but also to marketing and public events etc! Copyright is also something no one was observing when i first started my job, so i had to try and force everyone to try and start uhh following the law which did take a couple of years, but now its built into our processes!

Also this is not so much a librarian’s job but i have an educational background in writing so i do a lot of proofreading/editing for lecturers when they’re writing papers lol

[nogenderbee]

Hii first of all i absolutely ADORE your writing and you're easily one of my favorite pjsekai writing blogs!! :DD

Since i saw that your requests are open i thought i might as well shoot my shot because why not

Basically like Tsukasa x gn/reader hcs and/or fic where like the reader basically has anxiety and depression at the same time and they get overwhelmed and exhausted pretty easily due to all the overthinking if that makes sense (im bad at explaining my bad) and they tend to get upset over minor inconveniences and he is just kinda there to reassure them and he is like their comfort person basically (like fluff/slight angst kinda stuff, also bonus for physical affection hehe)

Also in case i ever request anything again can i be labled as 💫 anon?

Thats it have a nice day/night and of course no pressure or anything of the sort!! Take all the time you need byee :DD

Omg thank you so much <3 And don't worry you're not bad at explaining at all! I'm also very happy to welcome you in my little family as 💫 anon! Yayy! But anyway, I hope you enjoy <3 also you can say I had a little bit too much fun writing it...

Tsukasa comforting overworked and anxious reader

(read the request for better explanation what this will be about)

Tag List: @alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

Recently your teachers gave you a lot of work to do and you didn't even understood any of it! Even if you are good student, now you were too tired to even think because of how much you had to do. You already were going through a bad season of your life and you didn't really need to stress over anything more.

Luckily for you tho, Tsukasa ivited you to his place for a date since it was some time since you last had it and he was worried about you. He saw how tiredly you walked on corridors and that it was harder than usually to make you smile. And when he invited you, you told him that you have a lot of work to do thinking that he'll understand and let you be but he said that you can take your work to his place and maybe he'll even be able to help you with something! And so of course you agreed on that.

So now you're sitting next to Tsukasa who had his arms wrapped around you and impressed by how much you know! He made sure to compliment your abilities from time to time and sometimes even asked for explanations if he saw something he couldn't understand.

But after your yawns becamse more and more often which happened quickly since you haven't sleep well for couple of days because of your work, he suggested to take a break and maybe cuddle in bed, but you disagreed telling him you have work to do which made him worry about you even more.

"YN, don't pressure yourself, alright? You can always do it later and you deserve a break."

"I know but if I won't end it before friday I'll definitely get 1."

He knew that it's nothing pleasent to have a bad mark and he would tell you that one bad mark won't kill you but he knows how you take the failure so instead he suggested something even he wasn't sure if he'll be able to fulfill.

"I can do it for you. I won't writed over your work, I'll do it in notebook and then you can rewrite it. Please just let me do it for you!"

You really wasn't sure about it but he gave you the best puppy eyes he could make so did you really had a choice?

"Alright... but don't pressure yourself over it, alright?"

"Yes! Don't worry! You go on bed and take a nap, and when you wake up, I promise it all will be done!"

First he tries to make some of the work himself but it's easy to say that he couldn't understand much of it... he didn't wanted to use the internet since it could be wrong so he called his friends and asked them for help. He went through a LOT of teasing but it was all worth it since he did it for you and your well being.

Once you woke up, he doesn't tell you that his friends helped him since he didn't wanted you to worry and wanted to impress you. And your work was all good! He convinced you to stay at his place for the time you rewrite all of it to make sure you take breaks properly, stay hydrated and eat your food. And once you're done with your work, he gives you the best reward he can!

"You're done? That's really impressive! I'm so proud of you! Now what let's cuddle on bed, alrighty? You deserve a break after so much work."

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

My sister and I were discussing this today. Do you think the story or Yuu's role would change or not change if Yuu became a teaching assistant instead of a student prefect?

I personally don’t see it affecting the plot much, because at the end of the day, all that would be changing is Yuu’s “position”, not really who they are. Since they’re still a magicless entity from another world, they’d still have the same overall impact in terms of the main story with the Overblot boys.

However, this is not to say that the TA position would impact NOTHING. I can definitely see this affecting the relationships and interactions that Yuu has with others.

Some students may be generally nastier toward them because Yuu (in this TA position) is an “authority figure”, or because some random magicless person is suddenly promoted to a junior teaching/tutoring position. The students of NRC are definitely vindictive enough to think and act this way (and I don’t mean JUST mob students, I mean some of the main cast as well). Even in the light novel, Ace confesses that he was mean to Yuuya because he was jealous that a magicless student was allowed to stay at NRC while he had to work his ass off to make it there. 

On the flip side, other students might be nicer to TA Yuu or purposefully kiss up to them because of their position (probably in hopes of getting favors, or to get the TA to turn the other cheek). I can see this being the case for characters like Azul. Other characters, like Riddle and Vil, might demonstrate a certain level of respect and professionalism toward a TA, but this respect would still likely slip when they’re at the end of their rope and succumbing to their own negative emotions/Overblot.

Honestly, I think being a TA would be more of a disadvantage than an advantage. A lot of students might see a TA as “just another teacher” and would thus be distant toward them, or not want them knowing details of their lives outside of school/not want to hang out with them because of that. TA Yuu would mainly be engaging with the students out of a necessity to fulfill their “mentor” role rather than as a concerned classmate or peer. This is slightly different than the initial story, but it’s so fine of a detail that I’m not going to count it as really impacting the plot, as the major story beats would still be largely unchanged.

Teaching assistants are also sometimes paid, so if Crowley is feeling yasashii kind enough, he may be able to provide TA Yuu with slightly more pocket change for their services. It probably wouldn’t be a huge difference from the allowances that student Yuu gets though, nothing substantial enough to really change their living conditions, but maybe just enough to give them a little more flexibility with spending.

Maybe the biggest potential impact to the main story would be TA Yuu’s relationship to Malleus? If only because as a TA, they would figure out who Malleus is so much sooner than Yuu does in the main story as a student. A TA would likely have access to student files, maybe even see Malleus in class or around school if they are frequently helping the teachers out.

I’d also like to point out that “TA” is a very generalized term. It really depends on the school structure and student body composition whether or not a “TA” position means a lot or will or won’t be respected. I’ve seen some schools were “TA” is a volunteer position that any student can take on if they need something to put on their college resumes (and if their score in a certain subject is high). I’ve seen other schools where “TA” is a salaried position only for older students (or even masters or PhD students), with an extensive interview process to attain the job. Some students respect TAs almost like they respect their teachers (especially if the TA has seniority or mastery over a subject), others don’t really care and treat TAs no differently than another student. Additionally, sometimes “TA” is just like any other free tutor, and other times “TAs” extensively work with teachers and help with lesson plans and grading.

The social dynamics of a TA Yuu would change a lot depending on how hard it is to become a TA at NRC, how much work is expected of them as a TA, and how much say-so and authority a TA really has in the classroom and within the school. Honestly (with NRC being a magic school), I don’t think Yuu would really qualify to be a TA in the first place (especially not for the advanced courses which require magic), or if they did, they probably wouldn’t be allotted to handle anything to the same extent of a teacher, which in turn would grant them very limited power in a student body full of asshole magicians that likely don’t respect them to begin with.

[pan-fangirl-345]

Fighting My Own Battles, and Mineta

Summary: As much as being Bakugou's girlfriend is hard sometimes, dealing with a grape rat is worse.

Or: Mineta makes the mistake of groping you in front of the class.

TW: Sexual harassment, Mineta, unwanted/nonconsensual groping, violence against the grape rat, but it's deserved. Oh, and swearing.

A/N: I've been seeing a lot of headcanons and scenarios of the boys protecting you, but I haven't seen many of the reader protecting themselves, so I wrote one!

Dating Bakugou Katsuki was not been easy. He had enough emotional constipation for thirteen people, and had a hard time expressing emotions that weren't anger, pride, annoyance, or boastful confidence. Sometimes he managed indifference well, but most of the time he ignored people that he didn't think were worthy of his attention.

At this point, you had no idea how you had managed to climb to the rank of his girlfriend. He barely considered the Bakusquad acquaintances and they were the closest people to him other than Midoriya.

It had taken a while, but you had slowly managed to decode the things he did for you, the way he talked to you.

Dating Bakugou was not easy.

But with Bakugou you were in a mutually fulfilling relationship. Whenever you had a bad day, Bakugou always managed to find a way to make it a little better, if not turn it around completely and you did the same thing for him.

You got nothing out of dealing with Mineta. He only made your bad days worse, and you were one sexual comment or action away from breaking his neck.

Today had been your breaking point.

"Katsuki, seriously, I can handle myself," you told the blond, letting him settle his chin on the top of your head as you listened to his heartbeat.

His arms were around your waist, and yours were around his in a corner of the training grounds.

You had been paired up with Mineta for one-on-one battles for the first twenty minutes of class and neither you nor Katsuki were happy about it.

Katsuki was doing what he did best, complaining about things he didn't approve of.

"I know you can, babe, but that doesn't mean that he's gonna keep his hands to himself."

"I'll handle it if he doesn't," you promised, running your hands across Katsuki's back softly. "Katsuki, I'm gonna be fine."

Katsuki nodded into your hair, pressing a couple quick kisses there before he had to move away from you.

"Katsuki," you called.

He turned, eyes darting over your face.

"I got this," you told him.

"I know you do babe, otherwise you wouldn't be my girl."

You smiled at him and he grinned back.

Your grin faded when Mineta appeared beside you, giving you a look that made you want to peel his face off.

"I can't wait to see what kind of positions I can get you into," he cooed, and you gagged, turning your head away.

"Let's get this over with Mineta," you said, heading for the area that Cementoss had set up for the students.

Things were okay for the first ten minutes or so, but you could tell that Mineta was paying more attention to your body than he was to the fights.

"Mineta, my eyes are up here you slimy bastard," you said, trying to draw his eyes away from your chest.

"Mineta, since you don't seem to be paying much attention to your fight, how about you and (Y/L/N) let the rest of the class watch your fight to get you more in the mindset of battle," Aizawa suggested.

The other fights halted when the teacher spoke up, and you could hear Katsuki's growl from across the room.

Mineta, not one to argue with Aizawa, paled, but nodded.

You headed for your own end of the training pad, getting into position.

Mineta was practically trembling on his end, but you could hear your classmates cheering for you, your boyfriend's voice noticeably absent.

He knew that you didn't need him cheering for you to you to know that he was on your side.

When the battle started, it didn't take long for you to have Mineta pinned, writhing underneath you, trying to escape.

But he managed to get one of his hands free and he groped at your chest, making you snarl.

You stood, picking Mineta up by the front of his suit and his throat, leaning closely to his ear as you walked him back against a wall.

"If you ever touch me, or another girl like that ever again, I will make what happened at Mt. Lady's look like heaven on earth, do you understand me Mineta?" you asked slowly, tightening your grip on his throat. "And then, when I'm done with you, I'll hand you over to Katsuki and the others."

Mineta was practically hyperventilating as he caught sight of you boyfriend, Mineta's face turning almost as purple as his hair.

Kirishima, Sero, Todoroki, and Midoriya were all trying to hold Katsuki back from getting to you and Mineta. Despite the others trying to restrain him, he was making good progress.

Your boyfriend might've had a bad temper, but you had never seen him this pissed off.

For a moment, you were actually concerned that he was going to kill the grape rat, not that you had any issues with that. It would look bad on his record though, and he would probably get thrown out of U.A. if he did that, so your next objective was to calm him down.

You pushed, hard, one more time on Mineta's throat before you dropped him, letting him cough and suck in breath on the floor.

You walked over to Katsuki, who had his eyes glued to Mineta.

"Let him go," you told the boys, who took one glance at you and let Katsuki go.

Katsuki's palms started to crackle but you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Katsuki," you murmured, "Katsuki, let the others deal with him."

"I am not letting him get away with touching you like that," Katsuki snarled, so lowly that the others all took three big steps away from him.

"I know, but I handled it, the others are just cleaning the mess up," you replied. "Can . . . can you just hold me?"

You could feel the perv's hands on you still, and you hated that feeling.

Katsuki heard the tone of your voice, he heard the undertones too, and he wrapped his arms around you, picking you up bridal style before he sat on the floor, cradling you in his lap.

Aizawa looked at you and Katsuki before turning towards the rest of the class, who was gathered around Mineta.

"I love you," Katsuki murmured into your hair. "I love you."

"I know," you replied, "I know."

"I should be murdering him right now," he muttered.

"You can have him when the others have had their fun with him," you told him.

"I will never do that you," Katsuki promised.

"I know you won't," you replied, "because you're a hero. My hero."

"No, you're your own hero, but I'm a close second," he said, tightening his grip on you.

"'Course you are baby," you murmured, laying your head on Katsuki's chest so that you could hear his heartbeat.

To say that Mineta had to be sent to Recovery Girl was an understatement. But when he hobbled back to class, nothing was healed.

Apparently she didn't appreciate him harassing the girls either.

Aizawa sent him back to his dorm room, and told him that he would have to catch up when he was well enough to come back to classes.

He had already apologized to you and the other girls and said that Mineta was finishing out the year and then he was being replaced by Shinso.

"Anyone is better than that perv," you said later that night. "And when I talked him, he seemed like a nice guy. He'll definitely be a better hero than Mineta."

The girls all agreed with you.

"I'll be glad that he's gone so we stop having to tape him up all the time," Sero added from across the room where he was studying with Kaminari.

Everyone was in agreement on that fact, there was no doubt about it.

"I'm going to bed," Katsuki grumbled, walking over to kiss you on the cheek before he trudged up to his room.

"Sweet dreams baby!" you called, and he grunted back, making you smile softly.

"I know that Bakugou gets mad a lot, but I've never seen him as furious as he was today," Momo said, making the others nod.

"Yeah, I seriously thought that we were going to have to get him a muzzle again," Uraraka added.

"It took four of the boys to slow him down, but you managed to calm him down with just a few words, you really were made for him weren't you (Y/L/N)-chan, ribbit?" Tsuyu asked and you laughed.

"Katsuki knows that I can handle myself, but he also knows when I just need him to be there for me. There are some battles where I let him take over, but today I just needed him to be there with me, and he knew that. Trust me, I know when to pick my battles, even I can't calm him down all the time, but there are a few instances where I can get him to calm down more than the others can just because I know him better than some of the others."

"He's a good boyfriend then?" Momo asked, always one for romantic gossip.

"He is to me," you admitted. "But I also don't know how I managed that."

The girls laughed, and you couldn't help but join in with them.

This was what washed away the feeling of Mineta's hands, this was what helped remind you that not everyone was like that.

Katsuki helped too, just like he always did, but sometimes it was nice to have other women to relate to as well.

The boys did what they could to keep the grape rat under control, and the girls watched out for each other. Your boyfriend watched out for you, and you for him. It was like one big family, and you had a feeling that Shinso was going to be a wonderful addition to the Class 1-A family.