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

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Hard Light | Chapter Two

chapter one | ao3 | masterlist

series summary: when a new english professor begins teaching your class for the duration of your semester, you can’t help but develop an innocent crush on him. he’s as off-limits as he can be but it doesn’t deter you in the slightest. after a drunk night, you accidentally email him something that wasn’t intended to ever be seen by anyone. but that doesn’t matter. it triggers a misunderstanding that manifests into an affair with your professor who is twenty years your senior. nothing good could come of this, right? 

chapter summary: becoming obsessed with your english professor and imagining what fucking him would be like was never part of the plan. you seem to think about him whenever least convenient and read more into innocent words and touches than you should. but, your infatuation with him comes screeching to a halt when you discover something about him. crush done and over with, right?

pairings: professor!joel x college student!reader

word count: 2.7K

series or one-shot

chapter warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, no mention of Y/N, alternate universe, professor/student relationship, eventual smut, self-esteem issues, workaholic, joel x female!reader, infatuation bordering on obsession (stay delulu friends), some sexual thoughts, masturbation (f), sexualization of the male form, allusions to sexual and explicit scenarios, drinking and glorification of getting drunk

A/N: okay, listen, i won't beat around the bush, i kinda let this series die after like one chapter. my brain works in mysterious ways, as in, i lose interest in stuff quickly, and that includes writing certain fics. that's why i have so many unfinished wips. but, here we go with another chapter of hard light. i re-read this chapter and was suddenly inspired to write for it again. enjoy and don't forget to comment, reblog, and like.

You’d been stuck at the coffee shop for the majority of the day, constantly checking your phone to see if Jeremy had answered you yet. But it didn’t look like he was going to be able to cover your shift. Where the fuck was he? You normally had no problem with covering a Saturday shift but you really needed to leave early, the application for the internship was due soon and you hadn’t started it yet. You flinched, feeling the burn of scolding oat milk drip onto your hand. You shook your hand out, trying to ignore the pulsating emanating from the skin. 

You’d been burned before and worse, but you just wanted to get through this shift. You tipped the ceramic cup and poured the frothed milk into it, moving your wrist in tandem with tipping the cup, trying to quickly do the design that had become second nature to you at this point. Your mouth flattened into a tight line, almost smiling at the student as you handed them their coffee beverage. You were always glad that the coffee shop on campus had only a few options to choose from when it came to coffee orders. And they were all pretty easy to memorize and make. 

Heaven forbid you worked at a Starbucks, where you had to nail down complicated drink combinations and fulfill nauseating orders. Coffee was a sacred thing, at least to you, and it was the perfect concoction of bitter and sweet that had you hooked each time you drank it. People needed way too much sugar to actually enjoy a caffeinated beverage, and there was nothing wrong with that, but it wasn’t something you personally liked. 

You looked up from putting the oat milk back in the fridge when you heard the chime on the door, ready to greet the person who had just entered with a welcoming smile, but that smile flattered when you saw who had just walked in. Your new English professor, the one with the tight ass. You shook your head. Okay, from here on out you were not allowed to think of him that way. He made his way to where you were, an easy pace to his walk. You swallowed as your eyes raked over him. He was wearing brownish-green slacks that seemed to fit him snuggly in places that you couldn’t look away from, and a stylish brown tweed jacket, which stretched across his forearms and chest tightly. 

He gifted you with a smile, his lips perfectly rounded and pink even though they hid underneath a subtle stubble. You opened your mouth to speak but apparently, you had no knowledge of the English language at this current point in time. 

“Could I get a latte?”, Professor Miller asked. 

You had heard him speak in front of nearly a hundred people earlier this week and yet, you were taken completely off guard by the throaty yet softspoken quality of his voice. How soothing and intimate it was when it touched your ears. It made you shiver, imagining how it would sound in the harshness of night when he was on top of you, thrusting slowly, and giving you words of encouragement while you took his thick—

“Yes”, you squawked, stepping back from the counter and burying your head in the coffee machine as you prepared his latte, trying not to let it show how heated your cheeks probably were. 

You heard a low chuckle from him as he paid, turning on his heels and standing in front of you, the bar of the counter the only thing acting as a barrier between the two of you. 

“You’re from my English Lit class, right?”, he asked, his Southern drawl sweeping over your whole body, making your stomach flutter. 

You looked up briefly, not ready to meet his eyes for fear that he could read your thoughts if you let him. You nodded, ducking back down and concentrating. 

“Thought so”. His voice was filled with amusement and something else as you felt the weight of his stare. 

You placed his finished latte on the counter, stuffing your hands into your back pockets as you waited for him to grab it. He took hold of the cup and the saucer but he didn’t move, plastered in place as you locked eyes with him. His pupils were double their original size as he scanned your features, seemingly staring into your soul. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t find the strength. 

His mouth tipped up at the edges, “Since I can get an unbiased opinion from one of my students...”, he paused, thinking about his next words thoughtfully, “How did you find my first day? Been meaning to ask one of you...”. 

You cleared your throat, “I think you did well. If my opinion matters at all”. 

Professor Miller snickered under his breath, nodding, “It does. Thank you for your honesty”, he twisted around but spoke over his shoulder, “I think you’ll find that I have a lot that I can teach you, and I look forward to the rest of the semester”. 

And with that, Joel continued to a table near the back corner of the coffee shop, setting his beverage on the surface and taking out his phone. He didn’t look up at you for the duration of his time, sipping his coffee, head buried in his phone for about an hour before leaving. He gave you a small wave as he left, which made your cheeks flame. 

You really needed to get a grip on yourself and not read more into his words. But you couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything else. I think you’ll find that I have a lot that I can teach you... He meant it in terms of the course, not whatever your idle mind told you it was really about. But you couldn’t help but dig into the double meaning behind those words. You were sure he could teach you a thing or two, he definitely looked like someone who had more experience when it came to sexual things. God, what was wrong with you? Joel— Professor Miller was a nice man, someone you could surely rely on when it came to your studies, you shouldn't be thinking of him that way. 

You were just tired and in need of some sleep. Yeah, that’s why you were letting images best left in the dark corners of your mind float to the forefront. Occupying yourself for the rest of your shift, eventually, Joel and that whole interaction became a distant memory, leaving your mind as fast as it had manifested. 

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You settled into a lacklustre routine as the week came and went in a flash. You hadn’t had another one-on-one conversation with Professor Miller, much to your relief. You’d been using your job at the coffee shop, studying and catching up on homework, or even spending time out with friends, as a diversion when your mind began to wander back to that man that made your head spin and your every nerve ending light ablaze when his eyes settled on you in class. 

It wasn’t just a one-off coincidence when you felt it the first time, it wasn’t even a coincidence the second time that you’d felt it either. It was becoming something permanently stuck in your head; when you would see him again, and you made a bet with yourself before every class. Would you get that same flutter in your stomach when you saw him standing before the class, back turned to you and that backside calling out to you? And every time, you would win or lose, depending on your outlook that day. You had a monster crush on your English professor and it was becoming a hindrance. 

Each day you’d wonder what he would think of your outfit, because yeah, now you were actually having to think about your appearance, you actually cared. You wanted him to care, to notice, for his heady gaze to bore into you for a little longer than any of the other girls in your class that he looked at. It was maddening, having him on your mind when you were awake and when you were asleep. You’d conjure the dirtiest images of him and you when you were alone at night, not caring in the slightest as you slid a hand into the waistband of your panties, driven to the edge of insanity if you didn’t ease the overwhelming flutters that never seemed to quit. 

You told yourself that what you were doing was innocent, that because Joel was in your proximity, it was only a natural progression that you’d develop something of a crush on him. But what you didn’t account for was how badly you wanted to act on it. How sometimes when you hung around after class, trying to work up the nerve to talk to him, you’d half-expect him to throw you onto his desk and pound into you, roughly, eagerly, your name slipping past his lips as he worshiped your tight cunt. But, he never did. And the more you thought about how much you wanted it, the more it became unrealistic. 

He was your teacher, for fuck’s sake, and you were his student. Nothing would happen and nothing could happen. But at night, when the stillness of the darkness crept in and you were having trouble falling asleep, your mind still strayed to the man old enough to be your father and you’d cum to the thought of him, over and over again, until your sated body and mind lulled to sleep. And then, when your alarm shrieked in the morning and you had to peel yourself from your bed and get ready for the morning, you’d be overcome with shame. Shame and regret. Because you were getting yourself off to the image of a man who probably wanted nothing to do with you, and you felt like a creep. 

You’d go about your day as normally as you could until you saw Joel in class again, and something as innocent as making contact with his hand as he gave you a quiz would ignite those flutters again, making them unquenchable. 

You were currently out with a few friends from your English class, and Jeremy had decided to tag along. The guy was a social butterfly and could fit in with any group easily. It was actually getting on your nerves, how your friends were currently swooning and chatting to him while you just sat there, waiting for them to loop you into the conversation. Jeremy caught your eyes over the shoulder of your friend, Cat, who was shamelessly flirting with him. Not that you minded, it was great that he was looking for someone. You had thought that you’d broken him when you broke up but it must have been all in your head. 

“Let’s dance”, Jeremy said to Cat, taking her hand in his, making her giggle as she stood up from her seat, and letting him guide them to the dance floor. 

You watched as his hands moved down her body, settling on her hips, and swaying them both in time with the slow song that was playing from the jukebox in the corner. Feelings you’d thought you had buried long ago came swelling to the surface, which had nothing to do with Jeremy moving on right before your eyes and everything to do with how lonely you felt. It hadn’t really hit you until this moment, watching two people who you considered friends, getting closer. 

You had a stupid habit of putting your needs on the back burner and suffering because of it. But growing up in a household that would rather see you be quiet than entertain any of your ideas or thoughts or feelings had done a number on you. Instead of seeking out what you wanted, you always held back, afraid of upsetting someone and losing their respect. It was the dumbest hang up but you couldn’t shake it. Even when you were in your twenties, it lingered. The feeling of not being good enough, for anyone. 

You turned around in your seat, giving Jeremy and Cat some privacy, the call of alcohol in whatever form suddenly calling out to you like a siren song. 

“Shots?”, you asked the remainder of your friends, which elicited a resounding and enthusiastic response. 

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The time was crawling into the early hours and yet you still knocked back shot after shot, not caring much that the bar manager was growing annoyed at you and your still rowdy group of friends, probably seconds away from kicking you all out. Jeremy had brought Cat home hours ago but the rest of you decided that the night was still young, and so were you. 

You’d been dancing for the majority of the night, switching dancing partners as much as you’d switched between different liquors, but you were alone now, moving your hips from side to side as you nursed a drink of some kind, not really knowing what was in it. Your friend, Ayesha came over to you, stumbling and almost knocking into you. 

“Look what I just found”, she slurred, holding her phone near your face. 

You squinted, trying to get the dizziness to subside long enough for you to focus on the image she had pulled up. But it was difficult, you were really drunk. 

“What’s is it?”, you asked, hiccuping loudly. You covered your mouth with your hand. 

“It’s him”, she screeched, jumping up and down, “Professor Miller, I found his Tinder. God, he looks yummy”. 

Your heart sank to the dark and twisted pit in your stomach and you felt like retching right then and there. But, it was inevitable, for the spell to break, it was only a matter of time. Fuck. You rubbed at your eyes, hoping that this was all a dream. Just a really demented trick that your mind was playing on you. But when you removed your hands from your face and everything around you came back into view, you knew it was reality. Because of course a man like Joel Miller, the rugged yet charming English professor from Austin, Texas would have a dating profile. He was surely dating people and having sex. Lots and lots of sex with women his own age, not with his students. 

You took a step back from your friend and uttered something about feeling sick and wanting to go home. They offered to Uber back to your apartment with you but you made up some excuse about it being dirty, so you didn’t want them to see it like that. A short Uber ride and you were sinking down against your front door, running your hands through your hair, and smacking your head back in frustration. You were an idiot, and right now, you were a drunk idiot. 

Getting up from the floor, you fished around in your purse for your phone and settled into bed, not bothering to change or take your make-up off. It was way out of the realm of what you could muster from yourself right now, and honestly, it was a whole task in and of itself. You mindlessly scrolled through various apps on your phone, trying to occupy your mind, anything to not think about the shocking and devastating revelation you’d had tonight. 

You paused when you hit your email inbox, seeing a new email from Professor Miller. You sat up in bed, fumbling with your hair like he could see you through the phone. You clicked into the email, your eyes struggling to focus on the small text. You skimmed it, something about a missing attachment from the previous email you had sent him. You groaned, feeling like your world was spinning on its axis. Maybe it was from the alcohol or maybe it was because of the damning truth that you never had a shot with Joel, to begin with. 

You thumbed the tiny icon to attach the missing document to the email, replied back to him, and threw your phone away from you. Maybe you’d feel better about things in the morning, but you strongly doubted it. Nothing could cure how heartbroken you were and nothing could help you through it. Wallowing would have to do but for tonight, all you wanted was sleep.

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♡ 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

[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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[kart0]

Thoughts about my life

Have you ever thought that you are going to the wrong path ?

I am an art student. I study visual arts, basically exploring all types of arts, painting, drawing, ceramics, sculpture, photography, performance, wood cutting, metal cutting ? Anyways, anything you can imagine, we do that.

I've been always disconnected to what I did though. I see all my colleagues, working on their projects with such dedication, such passion and I can't help but think that there's something actually wrong with me. Didn't I want that ? Or did I think this was the only thing I was good at ?

I do not feel enough. And that's an obvious statement. I actually always wanted to be a singer. And a biologist. And a veterinarian. But art was something I always did. So obviously it made sense that I should be doing that for the rest of my life.

I feel so bad. I am wasting my parents money. I am wasting their work and time. And I am wasting my life.

I am a firm believer that getting more knowledge is always a good thing, so maybe I shouldn't be that negative. I've learnt a lot in college. I did things I never thought I'd do, and I actually enjoyed them, such as analog photography. It was fun. It's been fun. But is that all ?

Aren't I supposed to do something bigger, better ? More important ? Shouldn't I try to change the world for the better ? What am I doing, painting silly pictures, making silly art. I could be helping people, helping animals, doing more.

There are no jobs for me here. There are no internships for my course. Nothing. I will not get a job on any company. I will never get a vacation, or health insurance. I will never buy a house, nor a car. What am I doing.

I have to be realistic. I need a job. The world isn't built for people like me, and sure, changes are happening but. They're not enough, and they will never be. I keep thinking I am too different, too off. Like there's something viscerally wrong with me, in my head, in my body.

Here's a secret. I was really serious about biology, and veterinary. Ever since I was a child I was always fascinated with insects. I loved ants and I really really wanted to dedicate my life to them. I wanted to understand their behaviours. What made them do what they did. I gave up after telling myself I wasn't smart enough. I wouldn't pass any entrance exams. The thing is, I know for a fact I am very smart. I'm just lazy. I do not work hard, for anything at all. I am too laid-back. I did not want to study, so therefore there was no point in doing any entrance exams for bio or vet. I wouldn't get in anyways. But. I keep thinking. Where would I be now if I did try.

I keep thinking why am I the way I am. Why am I not passionate over anything ? Besides haikyuu and now, apparently, genshin impact. Why. Is there anything actually wrong in my head ? I am autistic and I am bipolar so like, theoretically, yes, there is something wrong with me in fact.

It upsets me. Why can't I do more. What should I be doing. I wonder what am I going to do.

I can't see myself selling merch on events forever. I'm going to get old, and ugly, and I cannot sell gay merch forever. It's an unstable field, I do not get benefits from a company like health insurance or vacations. I have to be realistic. One day I'm going to get old and my art won't be enough. It's not even enough right now.

One of my hidden wishes and life goals is to work with wildlife rehabilitation. I would love to do that. Sounds very fun, and fulfilling. I am a very methodical, practical, organized individual. I am extremely aware of rules and I am very good at following them. I feel like I'm too much in my head for art. I feel like there's something I lack. Which is, that passion, that fire. I don't have that.

There's the thing though. Would I be fulfilled if I did anything other than what I'm doing right now ? I would wonder why I didn't go to arts, why I am studying this boring shit. I would wish I could be sculpting and drawing. And in the end, all of this would be just a waste of time, helpless and stupid thoughts, that would lead me nowhere. Like now. I know theres no point in thinking and rambling about what I could be doing. It is in my nature to self doubt anything I do though.

Maybe when I'm older and have time, and patience, and love, I can study animals. And work in a rehab center. And take care of birds. I love, love love love birds. I do love cats but I am so passionate about birds.

Maybe I can grow to be an old grandpa, who takes care of birds, and does art for fun as a side job.

But maybe, instead, I could be an artist, who volunteers in rehab centers. Who knows ?

I know for a fact I do not regret going to arts, I love it. It's the perfect field for me. It complements me. It makes me happy. But I keep thinking it's not enough. I'm not going to survive.

Anyways,,,,, just wanted to share some thoughts going through my head rn. I will not be giving up, of course. I just needed to vent a little bit. Thank you.

[ninapi]

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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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[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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[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.”

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Erec Smith: Redefining "Harm" Infantilizes People of Color

"Harm" has become an almost ubiquitous term in social justice circles. Hear a Mandarin word that sounds like the N-word? You’ve been harmed, according to students and administrators at USC. Famed author of White Fragility Robin DiAngelo’s latest New York Times bestselling book is even subtitled “How Progressive White People Perpetuate Racial Harm”; it seems to argue that anything other than full adherence to her worldview perpetrates harm against people of color. 

In contemporary social justice parlance, the word harm has broadened from its original meaning of physical and sometimes mental injury to anything that offends, creates discomfort or, through "slippery slope" logic, can eventually lead to physical harm. The word "harm" does not mean what it used to mean. 

The standard definition of harm has undergone concept creep—the broadening of a word's meaning to incorporate thoughts and actions formerly considered outside its purview. When you see the definition of “white supremacy” go from the KKK and Nazis to “individualism” and “objectivity”, you’re seeing an example of concept creep. 

Where once the potential for harm existed in contact sports, accidents, physical altercations, traumas and so on, one might now find it while reading a reference to a racial slur in a question in a law school exam, or listening to a recorded debate in a classroom, such as when teaching assistant Lindsay Shepherd played for her class a debate on transgender pronouns featuring psychologist Jordan Peterson, or encountering any of millions of possible triggering opinions on social media. 

The redefinition of harm infantilizes people and I, for one, refuse to be “harmed” so easily. I would never let someone else have so much power over my wellbeing that a "mean tweet" or a mere question—especially one asked out of curiosity or a request for elaboration—would shake me to my core.

Americans of African descent have been resilient through 250 years of slavery and 100 years of Jim Crow apartheid. Now that we have overcome physical oppression and segregation, is now the time to give others so much control over our minds? Our happiness and fulfillment? I don't think a world in which people give their power away so easily is one any self-respecting person would want to see. 

As author and lawyer Van Jones so eloquently said, quote, “I don't want you to be safe ideologically. I don't want you to be safe emotionally. I want you to be strong. That's different. I'm not going to pave the jungle for you. Put on some boots and learn how to deal with adversity. I'm not going to take all the weights out of the gym. That's the whole point of the gym. This is the gym.”

My anti-racism is about promoting empowerment. Defining harm as shallowly as many other self-proclaimed anti-racist activists do leads them to mistake symbolic gestures for concrete strategies for change. Complaining about triggering language and hurt feelings directs energy away from ameliorating real suffering in the world: hunger, violence, homelessness, and so much more. Paying Robin DiAngelo’s 5-figure speaking fee enriches her but doesn’t get anyone out of economic deprivation. Encouraging students at Loyola University Chicago to report cases of perceived “emotional harm” to the school does nothing to help the hundreds of Chicagoans literally dying of homicide each year. 

I understand that certain words and statements do hold historically disquieting connotations. Being called a racial slur or being associated with a particular negative stereotype never feels good. This take on harm is closer to the original meaning of the word and such actions must be addressed effectively. However, eradicating “harm”—newly redefined—may only amount to performance art, in which the semblance of action is all that is needed. 

When you see someone complain about the “harm” imparted by someone else’s words, ask yourself if the complainer’s ideas and tactics will make any real difference in the lives of the truly injured. When harm begins to mean everything, it ceases to mean anything at all. 

Join me in building a culture of resilience and optimism at FairForAll.org

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This kind of thing is virtue theater, the type of self-satisfied pretending-to-help that could be called secular prayer.

"If someone tried to take control of your body and make you a slave, you would fight for freedom. Yet how easily you hand over your mind to anyone who insults you. When you dwell on their words and let them dominate your thoughts, you make them your master."

-- Epictetus

The people who like to lecture others on their "fragility" are reliably the most fragile of all.

[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

[drpg-global-archive]

DRPG - Character Episode - Etna

She's Laharl's vassal and is known for her caustic tongue. She is a great admirer of the late King Krichevskoy. She runs through Prinnies as if they were paper napkins.

Level 1/New Summon

Hey!? Wait a minute! Why have you summoned me!? I'm trying to enjoy a snack that I won fair and square! You've ruined the moment! I'm usually so stressed out. I only feel relaxed during snack time..... Give my desserts back to me.

Mere compensation isn't enough. Until I have my desserts to heal my body and mind, you will not be forgiven. Understand? Ha! What luck! I can have as many desserts as I want now.

Level 100

[Player]. I want something sweet. I want to have Jutunheim's special Omega Milk. Hmm? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you trying to tell me I eat too much?

Oh. Are you worried that I'll get fat? Humph! Stop being a worrywart! This slim and sexy body of mine can absorb all desserts! Bring it on! Also, you know that girls always crave desserts to feed their bodies and souls. What? Diabetes? Don't make me laugh!! That sort of thing only leads down a dead end!

Level 200

Even if I am the queen of desserts, there is still one that I detest. Red bean pretzels.... Listen, this really isn't a lead-in to some comedy skit where I tell you all about how "I hate red bean pretzels".

There used to be this individual I really admired. My admiration had nothing to do with romantic love. I just really respected this person. He was the father of Prince, Laharl. His name was King Krichevskoy. In my hour of need, he was the one who came to save me. If it wasn't for him, I would be dead right now.

It was a black pretzel that killed my beloved King Krichevskoy.....

Well, that's not entirely true... So, now, whenever I see a red bean pretzel, it reminds me of King Krichevskoy. As a result, pretzels always leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Do you believe me? How could I say this in front of [Player]!

Level 500

Ah! What the heck! His Royal Highness will never grow up! You listen to me, [Player]. After Your Royal Highness failed to win at this fighting game, he destroyed half the Overlord's castle out of rage. Do you know how many times this has happened? Every time he does this, I have to call the Prinnies to come help make repairs. He never considers how difficult this task is for me!

His Royal Highness is nothing more than a primary school student in a grown man's body! Really... If this continues, how am I ever going to fulfill King Krichevskoy's request? Before King Krichevskoy died, he entrusted His Royal Highness to me. His only wish was for His Royal Highness to grow up to become a qualified Overlord like him..... I want to help His Royal Highness become a powerful Overlord so that I can achieve my own dream of becoming King Krichevskoy's most trustworthy vassal.

His Royal Highness is still a long way away from being a true Overlord. I still can't call him "Your Majesty" ......Huh? You're asking me what I would do if His Royal Highness never becomes worthy enough to be King Krichevskoy's heir? Hmmm.Do you even need to ask? Kill him! And after he is dead, I will become the Overlord!

Level 1000

*Sigh* It's definitely a possibility, [Player].

Even if I do say so myself, Lv1000 is an incredible achievement! I can see potential in you. You'll be able to train whoever wants to become the greatest Overlord. To be honest, when I first saw you, I thought you'd give me a headache....Don't take it personally. I just didn't want to have to waste my time babysitting a human. But hey, you proved me wrong, [Player]. I saw you complete the mission without getting distracted.

Maybe you are a little bit like King Krichevskoy? Just a little bit. I can't explain it. There's this quality that transcends race and gender. Hmm... Maybe it is the sublimity of one's soul? Hahaha. What am I talking about? I don't usually talk like this, right? This is not who I usually am. I guess you are really good at messing me up. You should be proud of yourself.

So, keep it up. Please take care of me in the future, [Player].

[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.

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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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Yuji Itadori and selflessness in Jujutsu Kaisen

(MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE JUJUTSU KAISEN MANGA, GO READ IT WHAT ARE YOU DOING IF YOU'RE NOT UP TO DATE???) Our sun, our boy, our beloved Yuji Itadori, protagonist of the hit series "Sorcery Battle". One of the most beloved and well known protagonists of the modern era of manga, along with Denji and most likely...Deku??? Or Eren maybe, who knows, that's far from the point. The point is, Yuji is the protagonist of one of the most brutal mangas in recent memory, as anyone who's read it knows, people die, A LOT, like, actually dropping like flies every 10 chapters or so, and it ain't just a background character, even in the volume 0 of Jujutsu Kaisen, where Yuta is the protagonist, we see the death of Geto Suguru, a pretty major character, though at the time the author didn't intend for him to be major so he just kinda, poofed him, even though, in this first chapter, the trend which we will dwelve into soon, starts. This trend is the trend of selfish people being powerful. In the first chapters of Jujutsu Kaisen, we see Yuji's grandfather pass away, his last words telling him to "Help people", in the jujutsu world, someone's last words carry inmense weight, due to people being able to tap into more cursed energy as they're about to die, normal people as well not just sorcerers (even though if you ask me, Yuji's grandpa was a sorcerer but that's something else for another day). These words deeply mark Yuji and he does as his dying grandfather tells him, he helps people to the best of his ability, being selfless and always helping everyone when he can, which as we all know turns out preeeetty poorly, we see Junpei die, we see Nanami die, we see Nobara die, we see Todo get crippled and unable to use his boogie woogie (practically death for a sorcerer), we see Yaga die, we see A LOT of death, and a lot of Yuji getting beat up so badly he on various times wants to give up, but he doesn't cuz he's just BUILT like that, Yuji's philosophy even states he sees himself as a cog in a big machine, a lot of times he doesn't care if he's gonna die, as long as he does his best to fulfill his role.  On the other side of trying to save everyone and be a good person, we have Ryomen Sukuna, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer to ever live (Yeah I think he's stronger than Gojo, I like Gojo more but like bro...PLUS it's not even bad that Sukuna is stronger, he's like what, a thousand years old, Gojo is barely 28, give him the time Sukuna had and he no diffs, but as of his last appearance, yeah Sukuna is stronger Imo). Sukuna's philosophy throughout the whole series is of being selfish, and needing that hunger to reach your goals, he finds people who lack this hunger and desire to "burn it all down and grab what you want" as weak, he explicitly finds Itadori lame for this same reason, he's too much of a good person. Even after he kills his opponents, Sukuna basically goes to hell or heaven with them and talks to them about their fight, telling them they were strong and such if he had a good time, for example in Jogo's death, he tells him he should've been more selfish instead of caring about his curse brothers, and that way, maybe he would've given him a better fight. Even apart from these two, every time we see someone being selfish, they're strong, like really strong, and every time we see someone being selfless, they get punished, HARD. Just look at our "hero" cast, everyone's who's a good person gets absolutely TRASHED by the evil selfish characters, Mahito killed Nanami, a sorcerer who really cared about his students and wanted to keep them safe, he fought for them and only them, which got him killed, even in his last moments, he carefully thought of what to say, as to not curse Yuji Itadori. And RIGHT AFTER THIS, we see Mei Mei, who ran away from Shibuya when she had nothing to win from it, not giving a single thought to his fellow sorcerers or innocent people trapped in Shibuya, and what is she doing? She's chilling in Malaysia, if you remember correctly, this is the place our beloved Nanami wanted to go to rest, this LOVELY WOMAN (no) quite literally stole Nanami's dream, and gets to live, SOLELY because she was selfish. Another example, Megumi, who always fought for the rest and saw himself as expendable, which kept him back from developing as a sorcerer until Goatjo Satoru told him to stop being such a pissy pants suicide boy (actual words trust me), only THEN when he started being the tiniest bit selfish, he got stronger and developed his domain expansion. We could even take the example of Gojo not killing Yuji when he met him, cuz he was a dangerous vessel, containing Sukuna, this single act of benevolence and selflessness, literally has caused ALL of our pain in the Jujutsu Kaisen story. Lets go even further and talk about Gojo's massive growth after he died and came back to fight against Toji, the growth we see here is CRAZY, he acts completely unhinged and couldn't be more rewarded for it, he goes from maybe a grade 1, to truly the strongest there is, when he forgives Geto's actions and doesn't throw a hollow purple at him in the middle of the crowd of people, he is later punished. The message couldn't be clearer, it's kill or be killed, it's be selfish or DIE. Which. Is why seeing Yuji steadily climbing the ranks of power, when being selfless and a good person, is HYPE, this man is defying everything we've seen narratively, Yuji and Sukuna aren't only mortal enemies, their ideas and philosophies clash with a passion, though Yuji has lost everything and Sukuna hasn't lost a single thing, Yuji has always acted for the good of the people he loves, and Sukuna knows nothing about love. Truly our Jujutsu Kaisen, go read it right now and draw fanart. -Javier Salinas