#which like. yes absolutely once he starts getting lessons and fancying himself Higher Class? but in the beginning he's chilling

[macroglossus]

one-off movies/single season tv shows of classic lit are always sooo. like not to be pretentious but sometimes it feels like they didnt read the novel and just read a sparknotes? it gives made4english class

[rwbywritings]

Read My Lips

Request: How about a Ozpin x reader, the first kiss or first time (or both)? Whichever one you feel more comfortable with?

His lips felt warm and soft against your own.

He moved slowly, carefully, as if afraid that anything could frighten you into breaking the kiss. His hands were at your waist, you could feel his hair tickling your face; you could have sworn that the two of you were so close and so quiet that you could even hear his quick, thumping heartbeat (but it may have just been the rush of your own in the moment).

It was a wonderful moment, but one that hardly lasted long enough--

Not when the sound of your alarm woke you abruptly from sleep.

It took a few moments for your bearings to arrange themselves correctly, memories falling back into place of the who, where and how of things. The world had settled back into normalcy by the time you slapped your hand over your scroll to shut off the alarm.

Though groggy, you managed to get out of bed and settle onto your feet. With a lingering thought towards your dream (the warmth against your lips) you began to ready yourself for the day’s events.

The weather was cold and a little deary--Fall and Winter weren’t playing well with one another, leaving the air chilled, but not nearly enough for snow. The rain came down softly, more like a heavy mist, blanketing the campus and being a nuisance for the students who didn’t think to prepare for the weather.

Umbrella in hand, you slowly moved across the campus, the ambling buildings and unmarked crossways. Even now, it seemed a surprise that you knew your way around so well; what had once been little more than a maze was now an extension of home.

Beacon Academy was truly an intriguing place to work; as a teacher’s assistant, you were able to see things in a different perspective, having a few years of an active career of hunts beneath your belt. You were able to see where all of the lessons were put to use, how the caffeine-fueled rants of Oobleck or outrageous stories of Port were somewhat useful in your endeavors after graduation.

It was nice to come back to a place you had called home for a few years of your formative years--particularly now that you were an equal and not a student.

Your schedule was regular; you were with Prof. Oobleck in the early morning, Prof. Port late morning, had some time to yourself around lunch. You could spent the few hours doing just about anything--it was one of the things you enjoyed most about your job. The freedom to specialize your already-existing skills, to research just about anything that caught your fancy.

It was...freeing, honestly. Beacon had become more of your home than it had been when you were a student.

One hour gently blurred into the next, and half the day had gone by before you knew it. Though you had been directed every which way to help out your assigned classes of responsibility, there was a lingering feeling of something that simmered within you. Something you couldn’t place, but it always slipped back into flickering images from your dream, over and over again.

It was hard to ignore and downright frustrating. The feeling of soft lips, gentle hands and a body against yours, all in the overwhelming moment of what must have been the most romantic kiss you ever felt--

--and it was a dream, dammit.

It wouldn’t make it any easier to work with Ozpin. Since Prof. Goodwitch was taking care of personal business, you were filling in for her some of her administrative duties with the headmaster. It wasn’t as if the duties were anything difficult--mostly secretarial work, really, filing away paperwork and attending a few faculty meetings to take notes when required.

No, the most difficult thing wasn’t the job, but the man himself. Ozpin had long been somewhat of a crush for you--it had started out as something silly in your last year of academics, a little fancy that you were sure would fly away the moment you stepped into a career of your own. But as fate would play with your heart, it pulled you right back to Beacon--

And the feelings were still there. If anything, what had once been silly infatuation had turned into deep admiration, a toying series of thoughts of ‘what-if’ and ‘how-so’ that made your cheeks feel hot if he so much as smiled at you for a job well done.

Damn it all.

Your fingertips barely touched the surface of the broad wooden doors when they opened, seemingly by command. Confusion filtered through your face until you saw Ozpin, hand on the doorknob and eyes falling to you. He smiled (warmth filled your cheeks) and welcomed you into his office with a gesture of his other hand.

“And here I thought you were going to miss out on being ten minutes early,” He said with a chuckle. “I think you’ll be happy to know there’s little for you today.”

You stepped inside his office, trying not to glance back at the man as he closed the door behind you (a gentleman, truly). He walked around you and back to his desk, still smiling all the while as you instinctively started to search about the room for piles of papers, folders or books to start sorting through.

Just as Ozpin had said, there’s very little set on the tables beside his desk. Compared to what you had been used to, looked to be hardly an hour’s worth of work.

Your fingertips leafed through a couple of the books before turning to glance at Ozpin. He was standing by the large window of his office, overlooking much of the campus as sunlight fell into the room. It hit him, that sunlight, in just the right way--he almost seemed to glow when he finally realized that you were looking--and those brown eyes caught the falling sunlight so perfectly that you were left frozen for a few moments.

Just...staring...at him...

You caught yourself with a sharp breath in, book pulled to your chest as you tried to brush off the awkward moment with laughter and a joke.

“I uh, guess I just expected more is all.”

Your eyes fell first to the floor, then down to the book in your arms. Despite trying to force your attention back to the pile of papers and books on the table, you couldn’t help but feel that Ozpin’s gaze was lingering on you. 

It made your stomach twist, but it  wasn’t impossible to curb the awkward feeling of butterflies with your duties--you practically tossed yourself into getting started, if only to forget that the air was still silent and tinged awkward from the moment before.

“I think it’s good,” Ozpin’s soft voice filled the room. He didn’t have to speak particularly loud for his words to carry, holding a sort of firm command that you’d expect from a man in such a powerful position. “You’ve been working hard since Glynda has been away, it’s only fair you have a break every now and then.”

The words were kind, but you couldn’t bring yourself to overcome the shyness enough to actually thank him for the thought. You simply kept to working over the books, settling them into their own piles to be further organized after you had gone through everything. A lot of teaching plans, hand-written notes and thensome, scattered between different series of books that you assumed had something to do with teaching theory and some higher academics that the professors must have used.

A minute passed and, eventually, you fell back into the soft, familiar headspace of busy-bee work. It wrapped around you like a blanket, helping you get through the tedious motions from one book to the next and opening a folder to take note of what was within, then find a temporary home for it.

In fact, you were so caught-up in your head that you hadn’t heard the footsteps behind you, nor the question in the air. It wasn’t until there was a hand on your shoulder that you realized Ozpin had been trying to get your attention. When he did, you practically jumped, quickly turning around and--

His face was so close.

His eyes looked into yours, soft and brown and deep with things you couldn’t begin to wrap your mind around. You caught such minute details of him as you stood there, breath held and body frozen in a confused, embarassed heat. 

The way his glasses fell just a hair too low, falling down Ozpin’s nose. How his messy hair fell over his eyes, only mildly obscuring them from sight. How his lips looked soft, slightly parted with unspoken words behind them.

You couldn’t pull yourself away from the intimacy of the otherwise silent moment.

“...You’ve been acting odd the last couple days,” Ozpin whispered, words falling slowly from his lips (but he didn’t pull away). “Is...everything alright?”

“Yes!” The word burst from you like an explosion. “Absolutely, totally alright--I mean why would you ask that? Quite good.”

It was like some kind of defense mechanism, the spilling words making so little sense as you tried to take a step back--

--only to find you couldn’t. The table was directly behind you, halting the motion. It took only another heartbeat for you to realize how close it put you to Ozpin, how he looked at you, how you could just lean forward and...just...

...

...

You didn’t know what came over you. Impulse was a horrible beast, and it took the sharpest hold over your thoughts, your sense of direction and desire and forced it all to the forefront of your being. It was like seeing something shiny and yearning to grab it, catching sight of small animal and wanting to pet it, the urge to fall to the grass and stare up at the moonlit sky.

It could be called whatever you liked, but you didn’t stop yourself as your face moved, pressing forward just fast enough to press your lips to Ozpin’s.

It was only a peck, lasting barely half a breath before you felt the hard stone in your stomach, the realization coming back to your rebooted thoughts.

You kissed him.

Your eyes blinked and your breathing started to quicken. Leaning back, surprise was obvious in the man’s eyes, blinking and looking at you with a look you couldn’t hope to decipher while dealing with the current situation.

You. Kissed. Ozpin.

What had felt so lovely quickly fell into cold fear. Words of apology fell from your lips like rushing water.

“I’m--I’m so sorry sir, that was horribly inappropriate--I don’t know what came over me I uh--I’ll just see myself out and come back later to finish the--the uh books--I’m so sorry for doing--”

You would have rambled more, tried to slip away and hurry out the doorway of the office back out to the hall. You would have done a million and a half things, but it all stopped cold for a second time when you felt lips upon yours again.

This time, it was Ozpin who leaned forward, Ozpin who kissed you, Ozpin whose hands reached up and gently pressed to either side of your face to hold you still. Though your heart hammered against your chest and blood rushed through your ears, you couldn’t help but lean into him.

“You’re not good at hiding your feelings,” the man murmured against your mouth. “Do you want this?”

Your breath caught, heart skipping a beat as you found the thought available to make the simple answer of a hurried ‘yes’. Just after the sound left your lips, Ozpin’s stole them again, just as soft and ginger as he had been before.

His hands moved as you settled against his body. So warm, so comforting--you could feel as his palms slid down your body, finally stopping at the top of your hips. He held you still, held you close, pressing your body against his with such a sweetness that it almost felt hard to breathe.

Though it felt like an eternity, the second kiss only lasted for several seconds. It was passionate, surprisingly so, and it absolutely took your breath away as Ozpin finally pulled his face away enough to that you could look at him properly.

Fire burned at your cheeks as harshly as the butterflies felt in your stomach, the sensations all so new and powerful that your thoughts were no more than scattered fragments to the wind. It took several long seconds to collect them, all spent gazing into the other’s dark eyes that never left your own.

“Ozpin, I--”

“If I wasn’t correct,” The man said, interrupting you with a slight hurry to his tone. As if he was trying to say it before you said something--before you might say something that would hurt. “If I....misinterpreted something, I deeply apologize for my rash actions.”

You blinked, biting at your lower lip as Ozpin’s eyes finally fell down and to the side; you’d never seen him, the headmaster of Beacon, look legitimately nervous before. It was a rather cute look on him, the pink on his pale cheeks so obvious and sweet.

“...If I didn’t....misinterpret...this relationship,” he continued, cautiously going over each word. “Then I would...like to make it known the feelings are more mutual than you might have assumed, dearest.”

You aren’t sure if it’s the confession or the petname that does it, but you feel your head spin with a feeling of sweet elation at the sound regardless. Is this what love felt like? The returned, sweet, innocent sort of love that you had dreamed and wondered so dearly for?

It was a feeling like none other, still held by Ozpin’s hands against the table behind you, his body so tall and warm against your own. 

A smile slowly worked its way over your lips and, after a few moments after, you regained your voice, if only as a whisper.

“I...like the way that sounds when you say it.”

“When I say what?” Ozpin questions in equal quietness.

The smile grows wider on your lips.

“When you call me ‘dearest’,” 

The feeling of joy in your chest is barely contained as a hand of yours reaches up to the man’s face, palm pressed against his warm cheek.

Ozpin looks at you, then presses his face into your touch.

“I guess I will have to call you that more often then,” he whispers. “My dearest.”

[choisgirls]

RFA boys + V with MC being a teacher and all that comes with it. Like, for older kids a specialized knowledge about a certain subject and knowing teen stuff, and with little kids being up on all the latest "kid" things and always looking at (cont)

(Cont) toys and picture books and singing silly songs. And of course, the grading and lesson planning and kids who give problems and stress that comes on top of that. But she really really loves being a teacher and won’t give it up.

(Combined because ofsimilarity!!)

A/N: These requestsare so pure and I enjoy them so much but ive never seen how a teacher preparesfor anything so i went based on what a few things teacher friends/my dad told me and howi interact with my siblings and stuff ;A; ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

           -The two of you act like such kidsyourselves, but he absolutely loves it, you teach younger children and he cansee how soft and sweet you are to them!

           -He actually enjoys some of the coolkid gadgets you check out for your class

           -That cool robo-dog toy? He wantsone now

           -ACTUALLY JEALOUS WHEN YOU GET ITFOR YOUR KIDS INSTEAD BUT PLAYS IT OFF LIKE IT’S NO BIG DEAL

           -He’s actually sat in on a fewclasses of yours his butt actually fits in the little kid chairs

           -The little tikes love him to death!They like to tease him about dating you

           - though they all think he’s akid too just in a higher grade ;A;

           -But sometimes kids can get rowdy,and he knows this

           -When you come home stressed out,from kids misbehaving, he’s always there to lighten the mood! Tells you storiesfrom when he was a kid, full of silly sound effects, and he’s even borrowedpicture books from his mum to show you childhood pictures! It embarrasses himsometimes, but he knows that you enjoy the imaginations children have so itcan’t hurt to tell you, right?

           - also lowkey shows up aroundsnack time when he visits because he freaking loVES THE JUICE BOXES AND COOKIESMC CAN HE HAVE SOME TOO

*ZEN:

           -He knows how difficult teaching canbe, his parents were teachers

           -SUPER. HYPED. When he found outthat you’re a HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA TEACHER come on y'all i saw the chance so itook it

           -You actually went to school!!!! Foracting!!! That’s amazing! He’s a natural so he didn’t have to

           -He tries to come to your class atleast once a week to give the students some tips (since he’s in the field andsemi-famous and all)

           -IF YOU HAVE ANY ADVICE THAT YOULEARN FROM YOUR FANCY-DANCY SCHOOL, HE’D LIKE TO HEAR IT MC

           -He dropped out of school and hadbad experience with teachers so he was actually really iffy about your job atfirst

           -But the first time he watched youshine because of your passion for helping these teens, he knew you belonged inthis career

           -But when you come home from a longday of teens being….well….teens, he feels so bad

           -He was a rebellious teen so hethinks he can help talk to them about listening and respecting everything youtry to do for them he kept them for two class periods one day lecturing themabout how much respect you deserve and the kids all literally cried and huggedyou at the end of it jfc zen what did you sAY TO THEM

           -Always there to wipe away yourtears, whether they be of joy or sadness, when your class puts on plays. You’reproud of your students but he’s always 10x more proud of you because heY MC YOUDID THAT, LOOK

*JAEHEE:

           -YOU’RE A HIGH SCHOOL LITERATURETEACH MC? THATS DOPE COME TALK NERDY TO ME

           -She thinks it’s so cool because!!!!The two of you can both really appreciate literature

           -It’s like a personal little bookclub between the two of you, always talking about themes and deeper meanings

           -Not to mention she lives for thedrama you over hear in your classroom come on we all live for gossip everynow and then dont judge me or jaehee and you can teach her all of theyounger lingo which she uses to understand a few of the interns at work

           -When you’ve been up for hourstrying to grade papers, she’s always there to help with them

           -Mainly because she wants to avoidyou bashing your head against the table because they’re all writing the samethings over and over again

           -If she comes across something she’sunsure about in her readings you’re the first person she asks

           -Love love loves helping you pickwhich books your students are going to analyze next

           -Not to mention!!! You always haveall the newest books in almost any genre because of your job and!!! She alwayshas something new to read!!!!

           -If your day was rough though, she’sgot coffee at the ready for you, the two of you are going to sit down and justrant about anything and everything that happened because hey kids can bestupid, she’s not gonna tell on you for pointing out the obvious

*JUMIN:

           -He finds it absolutely adorablewhen you come home covered in paint, glitter, marker, you name it

           -Calls you his masterpiece what asap

           -Not used to being around kids buthe visits your kids as often as possible

           -HE’S SO CUTE WHEN HE’S HELPING THEKIDS FINGER PAINT OH MY GOD

           - they paint kitty whiskers onhis face sometimes and you’ve never seen him smile bigger

           -They once asked him to build atower out of blocks with them and he took over the entire project, made areplica of the C&R building

           -When the two of you are at home,though, he refuses to admit he enjoys it there with the kids. Complains aboutpaint on his white shirt, why are kids to loud, they’re so energetic what theheck, etc etc

           -Always buying cool new toys andcraft things for your classroom- he knows how teachers are paid and he justwants to help out. For you. Not for the kids. its totally for the kids dontlet him fool you

           -He never really knows how tocomfort you if you come home from a hard day with your class, so he usuallysits with your head resting against him. He listens to you rant abouteverything that happened, running his hand through your hair to let you knowhe’s listening.

           -Never ONCE has he asked you to quityour job. He thinks teachers are important and should be treasured, and he seeshow happy the kids make you every day- he could never ask you to give that up buthey mc if you ever wants kids of your own, he’s got you, wink wonk

*SAEYOUNG:

           -Teacher? lmao what’s that noteveryone is a freaking genius saeyoung shUT UP

           -MC CAN I COME BY SOME TIME ANDLEARN I PROMISE I’LL BE A GOOD STUDENT saeyoung dont do that

           -You were a high school computerscience teacher, and hello MC i could be of service saeyoung pls

           -He came in as a guest speaker oneday and none of the students could keep up with what he was saying??? What’sall of this?? Mr. Choi can you please dumb down the lesson???

           -By the end of class though,everyone (including him) were just drawing stupid pictures on MS paint sigh

           -He’s actually really excited thatyou teach computers to teenagers!! Computers are great, MC!!! You can teachthem to hack! no saeyoung thats not what i do, thats you

           -Sometimes he’ll play dumb and askyou for help with his computer just to hear your teacher voice (it doesnt workoften because you KNOW he knows what’s wrong)

           -“MC, you can be the teacherand I’ll play the naughty student *eyebrow wiggle*” he walks in with aplaid skirt and knee high socks what a fucking doRK

           -There are days that the kids justdon’t listen and do whatever they want, and it frustrates you to no end. Someof them were wrestling and broke a monitor once, and you had to call Saeyoung,break down and cry on your lunch break. He’s always there at the end of the daywith blanket forts and HBC to get you away from all electronics even for alittle while

           -The next day though, he hacks intoall the computers in your classroom and scares the students into payingattention because what person doesn’t freak out when someone starts listingtheir personal information on their screen???

*V:

           -High school dance teacher?

           -Are you his soulmate MC becauseit’s really feeling like it

           -He’s a dancer himself! (though hedoesnt practice it often)

           -So he always offers to be yourpartner on days you’re teaching couple’s dances!

           -He can tell how much effort andpassion you put into helping these kids learn the art

           -You absolutely radiate warmth andexcitement if your class holds a recital

           -HE’S ALWAYS THERE TO TAKE ACTIONSHOTS OF YOU AND THE CLASS BECAUSE WOW MC

           -But kids will be kids, which meanssometimes there are attitudes thrown around

           -Some days you feel as if you get norespect, and they do whatever they want to do, and it breaks not only yourheart but your spirit as well and he will not stand for it

           -He’s very good at lecturing, andseeming nice with a threatening undertone. So when he catches something likethis happening, you can bet he’s in front of the class, pouring his heart outabout how much respect you deserve for all of your hard work and they shape upreal quick every time this happens. So he kisses you on the forehead and letsyou keep teaching

*SAERAN:

           -You work with little kids all day?

           -Why would you wanna do that toyourself jfc

           -You’re always looking at cute, kidcrafts and he kind of wants to try them but he’ll never tell you that

           -Very very afraid to visit yourclass because? He’s scary, he doesn’t want the little kids to be afraid of him

           -But they WEREN’T. AT ALL. He couldfeel his heart melting at how much they actually liked him like holy crap MC iwanna come visit every day

           -HE FINALLY GETS TO TRY THOSE LITTLEKID CRAFTS WITH NO SHAME, YES, SCORE

           -The two of you are the power teamat story time, everyone is completely enthralled with the story, voices, andhow you act them out

           -When you first told him that youwere a teacher for little kids, it made complete sense to him. You’re so sweetand kind and patient and bubbly and it just cliCKED WOW MC YOU ARE A TEACHER

           -But kids have tantrums, and shortattention spans, and they’re very stubborn, so if you have a rough day, youactually have to calm him down instead saeran you cant threaten the childrenits okay im just tired ill be fine

           -The two of you have naps on thoserough days, he’ll rub your shoulders to help you relax, and he actually goesout of his way to look up things for your lesson plan the next day!