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cosmichighpriestess · 1 year

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Dear Ones, We love you so very much.

Things are not as they seem. We are not talking about people fooling or trying to exploit you. We are talking about the massive stream of love flowing and growing despite all appearances. In the unseen realms, your human race is taking a gigantic leap in its evolution. Love is flowing as never before. You might say, energetically speaking, that the baby has been pushed out of the birth canal after a long period of contractions. Humanity and your mother earth have given birth to a new torrent of love by calling for it in your prayers and intense desires these past few years. You have collectively prayed as never before, and love is answering the call. It doesn't look like love in many ways right now, but things are not always as they seem.

You bear witness to the disruption on your planet. We see the evolution. You are grieving the physical transition of so many dear souls who have left the earth suddenly. We greet them as they expand back into an unbounded love. You feel pain in your body. We see streams of love flowing into you that sometimes push up against areas of tension or physical blockage. You feel antsy and anxious about change. We see you in the eternal dance between head and heart, striving to drop into your hearts and trust the journey.

You are having a human experience, seeing through human eyes, and evaluating through your human conditioning. This can be very painful at times. As you learn to see beyond the world of appearances into a world where invisible loves streams unceasingly, you learn to dance in harmony with this flow in a way that feels better, creates better, and allows better into your life.

Many of you feel far less tolerant of bad behaviors and situations you've endured up until now. Your soul is calling you to better – either an improved attitude and/or an improved situation. We never want you to suffer through something you don't enjoy. We would instead advise you to look for the good here and now and, as well, focus on your heart's true desires. For example, suppose you have put up with someone yelling at you for years, and it still bothers you. You can start to focus away from the destructive behaviors by looking at their good points or your own. Or you can completely ignore the bad behaviors as if they didn't exist.

You shift your vibration as you give less attention to what bothers you and more attention to what pleases you. You'll be more open to guidance and ideas for improvement in this new and improved vibration. You may receive the courage to walk away from something that doesn't work. You may be inspired to speak in a way that encourages a kinder response. You may receive an inspiration to ignore unkindness and see only good.

The inspirations will vary from one person and situation to the next. Nonetheless, when you find a vibration that is either neutral or more loving than the previous annoyance, you become open to receiving guidance. The actions you are inspired to take will be tailored to guide you on your path of least resistance and to lead you in the kindest way to what you desire. Your guidance will have nothing to do with changing the other and everything to do with empowering yourself.

Some of you are feeling new passions, new directions, new interests, or renewed interests. You feel your soul beckoning you forward with joy. Listen. Learn what you are interested in learning. Follow up on the ideas that feel good to you, even if they seem illogical. Spiritual logic involves doing what gives you true delight and expecting life to work as you continue to listen to your guidance dynamically.

Some of you are finally admitting to yourself that you need rest. In your silence and downtime, you will reconnect with your heart and soul and find those new directions emerging naturally as you stop trying to force yourself through life.

Be gentle with yourselves. As you move through this period of incredible expansion, sit, breathe, and receive our love. We never waver from love. We are aware of your circumstances and feelings but intentionally focus on the greater you, the greater life, and the life you wish to experience.

An example might be helpful. Imagine you have a young child screaming and angry because they want a cookie. You know that a cookie on an empty stomach will give them a sugar high and then a low, and based on prior experience, they'll become tired and cranky before dinner. You know that they want to feel good. They want nourishment for their body, love for their soul, and tastes to delight the senses. They want to feel energized and happy. That is their more profound truth, although right now, at this moment, they perceive all these wishes as a strong desire for the cookie.

If you give in to the screaming demands, you will teach them that they can manipulate life and others through lower-vibrational behaviors resulting from feeling powerless. This might work temporarily, but as you can imagine, such behaviors will not serve them as adults. You love them. You want more for them. You want them to know the universe wants to meet their needs and desires in a better way than the seeming superficial solution. You want them to feel empowered, loved, and satisfied.

So you pick them up and hug them. You acknowledge that they want a cookie. You tell them you understand, and you have something even better. You tell them about the wonderful meal that you know they will love. You talk about making their favorite dessert! You let them know in every way possible that while you love them and understand their need for the cookie, you have all they want and more coming to them very soon.

If they are willing, they will listen, anticipate the meal, and release you to cook it. If they insist on the very understandable childish demands that things go their way now - if they don't believe you love them and want them to have an even better experience – they will delay their glorious dinner and delicious dessert.

So too, your soul, your guardian angels, and the Divine hear your cries, but we also know the totality of all you desire. Sometimes we can give you the "cookie," and it will satisfy all you want in that arena of life. Sometimes we see so much better. In all cases, we witness and have compassion for your feelings. We know where you are now. We hold our focus steadily on the future in which you will have all you want and experience levels of love beyond what you'd ask for. We look for openings to guide you on the path of your least resistance. Like a wise parent, we will comfort, love, and soothe you as much as you allow. By our very design, however, we cannot respond to lower vibrational demands when you are asking for a higher vibrational outcome. We hold the frequency of the outcome and guide you toward that.

We don't dance in the density, dear ones. We invite you into your own light.

If you want to heal your body or emotions, we are here to help. Stop focusing on the pain or grief for just a few minutes each day. Sit, breathe, and receive our love while you dream of relief first and ultimately feeling wonderful.

If you want abundance, stop the ongoing worry and focus on lack. Handle what you must now, then intentionally shift your focus towards something better. Count your blessings, and remind yourself of prior "miracles." Let yourself sit in silence each day. Think about how abundance would feel and trust the ideas that will come quickly. "Isn't it wonderful I already have xy and z." Many tell us they can't stop worrying, but we lovingly disagree. You stop worrying every time you watch a good movie. You stop worrying every time you have a fun conversation with a friend. You stop worrying when you kiss your dog. You stop worrying when you focus on your grocery list. Whenever you focus elsewhere on something better, you stop worrying. You simply have to make that choice...often over and over again.

If you want more love, stop talking about how you were not loved, are not loved, and cannot find love. We understand you want human companionship and love. Of course. You are designed to connect and enjoy the radiant Divinity of one another shining upon you! You are designed to shine that light upon another. We want this for you if you want this for you.

You were not designed, however, to expect another to make up for what you perceive is lacking in yourself. Another person is not responsible for making you feel safe, beautiful, and good, alleviating your fears, or ridding you of loneliness or boredom. Dear ones, would you want someone else to ask this of you? If you wish to love, then focus on love – loving life, receiving the love of the grass under your feet and the warmth of the sunshine. Receive the love anywhere and everywhere that it is given freely. Give the love where you authentically can. In that stream, you cannot help but rendevous with more and more love! A person in love with life is loved by lovely others who are too.

We desire that you have all that you want for yourself and more. We will not waver from that frequency of love you wish to experience. We will not sway from our understanding of the love beneath all things. We serve you best by holding the highest vision for your life and guiding it to you as best we can and as much as you will allow.

Your world is in a considerable state of transition now. It looks chaotic, and from the human perspective, it is. But whether your world is rearranging, you're cleaning your closets, emptying your pockets, or dumping out the contents of your purse, it is a fact that chaos often precedes greater order.

Things are not as they seem. The world of energy is loving and impartial. It responds to your every loving vibration with as much as you will allow into your life. As you become more authentic with yourselves and life, you allow more love to flow. As you accept where you are, you allow more love to flow. As you dream of more loving realities, you allow love to flow. As you allow others to experience according to their choices, you allow love to flow. This can only elevate your experience of life, the experience of those who wish to benefit from it, and the experience of love upon your earth.

It really is quite simple. You are encouraged to seek soothing and good-feeling thoughts and activities, even if that means ignoring destructive behaviors, turning away from doomsayers, and flowing love to those who insist on being negative. Even if you must be in uncomfortable situations and around unpleasant people, you can focus on the flow of love to you and outward through you, silently observing the conditions and beahviors while flowing love.

As you do this, you begin to witness life through the eyes of your soul. You start to live in love and be open to love and release more love into your own life and world. Things are not as they seem. Only love is beneath things, in the core of all hearts, and in all situations. You allow or resist it, but it lives, breathes, and flows unceasingly whether you experience it or not. You can experience it whenever you look within, look to the unseen, or even look around you and notice the good.

Blessings to you. We love you so very much.

- The Angels

#The Angels #Angel channeling #Messages #Angels #ann albers #things are not what they seem

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thedarkthingcreator · 8 months

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Forever alone| 6 ways to overcome loneliness

Do you ever feel lonely?

We occasionally experience natural anxiety about eternal solitude. Even while that's common, it can occasionally be challenging to ignore remarks. People can take a variety of actions to keep loneliness from consuming them. Although it could be challenging, the fact that you are not by yourself in this is a benefit. In today's society, which promotes admitting one's own defects and shortcomings, calling oneself "Forever Alone" has evolved into a potent approach to demonstrate that one is surrounded by loneliness. without remorse. This is basically a tactic to accept and repress feelings and emotions at the same time.

Not just when we are alone ourselves, but also when there are other people around, we can feel lonely.

Recognize your identity:

It might be challenging to accept who we are. It is one of the most significant roads you can take, though. Self-acceptance is a multifaceted process. The first step in dealing with loneliness is to acknowledge that it exists. The initial step is the most challenging to take. The realization that you are alone sets in about halfway through.

Don't try to blend in:

Everybody tries to blend in with their friends, family, and coworkers. We also frequently provide a false image of ourselves in order to avoid being "alone all the time." It can aid in short-term adjustment, but it's not a viable strategy for overcoming loneliness. It's crucial to be honest with oneself.

Be at ease with your emotions:

Through this, you may not only manage your emotions but also make time for self-improvement. This will undoubtedly help you feel less stressed and anxious.

Positive assertion:

The assertion is true. Think well of yourself. Whatever you want is yours to have. Start gaining that self-assurance. If you accomplish this, you will discover your full potential and that you deserve success or love. When you're feeling depressed, it's up to you to cheer yourself up. Respect and care for your body like you would your dearest friend. Cursing him or your circumstance won't do you any good.

There's always room for improvement:

Even though you've lost the people you trust the most and your closest friends, does life finish here, or have you and your partner developed entirely separate personalities? Why can't you take control of your life and live it fresh?

Spend some alone time:

You ought to savour each priceless second of this. By appreciating it, you not only feel the amazing energy around you but gain a greater sense of self-worth and confidence.

Now, the issue of what to do on your own emerges. The following is a list of some options for you. Check out any fresh talent you find interesting:

New beginnings are never easy, but life may sometimes be challenging. You have every right to fail on your first try, and possibly even with your first talent. Education never stops.

Sometimes we squander time caring for ourselves because emotional missteps or work-life imbalances keep us up at night. But it's never too late to rediscover who you are. You can also make new friends and put an end to your loneliness permanently.

We at GoodLives are here to help you through your troubles by putting you in touch with therapists who are knowledgeable about your mental health and have the skills necessary to handle the problems you're facing. Right. Nobody is ever alone who wants to ask for assistance.

Visit Goodlives to learn more.

#mental health #self care #self love #be yourself #healing #acceptance #confidence

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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I’m the psychologist anon

with a request if this one’s fine

if I had to choose, I’d chose Fliqpy.

Fliqpy with psychologist darling?

The darling doesn’t have to be classified professional. It can be a normal person that studies some on her own.

And when Fliqpy comes. She may be scared, yet she takes interest in the triggers and how he acts.

- Psych anon.

As they are both the same bear, you kinda gotta have them both. But I'll make it so when he's in Fliqpy mode he's more ""docile"" to you. I am in a HTF mood :) You're both either animal or human, human Flippy is similar to my bear hybrids.

PoV: Your blog is primarily psychotic bears

Yandere! Flippy/Fliqpy with Psychologist! Darling

Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Clingy behavior, Implied PTSD, Second personality (Flippy---), Implied murder, Dub-con affection, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Overprotective behavior, Delusional behavior, Drugs/medication, Restraints, Blood mention,

- Perhaps you are assigned as Flippy's psychologist after you caught wind that he had been rather...

- Hostile, to put it simply.

- The first time you met him you were sitting on your chair, the bear/bear hybrid wandering in rather nervous.

- You get it because everyone can be nervous about this kind of thing.

- Yet it turns out that was not the only reason he was nervous

- The visit goes well enough.

- Flippy is hesitant to go into details but from what you know of he's triggered by loud noises due to being in the war.

- After that all he remembers afterwards is being covered in blood.

- "Your blood...?"

- There's just an eerie silence between you.

- "...Oh...."

- "I... uh... I just want to stop hurting people like that-"

- "I get it, yes, that would be for the best. Let's talk and I'll give you something to help with that."

- Before you see Fliqpy is when you've had a few visits.

- Flippy is now very comfortable with you, even starting to form a small crush on you.

- You find it innocent but never encourage it as it's unprofessional.

- You're just here to help with his mental health, not date him.

- Even if Flippy seems to think otherwise.

- Maybe you treat Flippy in a sound proof office after hearing he gets flipped at loud noises.

- As another stage of treatment you may purposefully try to provoke Fliqpy.

- Much to Flippy's dismay.

- "I don't want you hurt-! I just want peace for you and me, please don't-"

- You then promise you'll take precautions.

- Such as restraints, mouth guards, etc...

- According to what Flippy's telling you, Fliqpy is a big deal, so you're prepared.

- Although maybe not prepared enough...

- Once you pop that balloon, Flippy panics before being sent into Fliqpy mode.

- For now all is silent except his snarling through the mouth guard.

- Then you start trying to appease the violent bear.

- Small questions, trying to reassure him he's not in a state of war all the time.

- You notice improvements such as a smaller amount of growling and more relaxed eyes.

- Except they are still green.

- What scares you even more is when Fliqpy snaps the restraints, lunging for you.

- You aren't sure what to do but you're surprised when you aren't mauled-

- Instead you're in a crushing, possessive feeling, embrace.

- You can't move.

- Green eyes are boring into your skin, the mouth guard still on.

- If it wasn't there he may have tried to bite you hard.

- Softly you find yourself patting your patient's back.

- He seems to relax but doesn't let you go.

- It appears that Flippy's fixation and your calming techniques have made Fliqpy less hostile towards you.

- Enough to help with treatment, at least.

- While Flippy is rather innocent and protective with his crush on you, Fliqpy is much more intense.

- The mouth guard must always be on as he'll try to bite you.

- He prefers holding you during treatment instead of sitting in his chair.

- He's also rude, controlling, and intense.

- Although he assures you he sees you as a comrade and not an enemy.

- Which you aren't sure if that helps with much.

- The key part when working with the two is to get them used to other people.

- Yet Fliqpy is not complying.

- "You're so naive, you don't get it. They'd hurt us if we gave them the chance! You should just rely on me."

- You end up having to suggest a medication to Flippy, but it turns out Fliqpy is just getting rid of it later.

- At some point Flippy is just not wanting to leave your office anymore.

- He just wants to see you, especially if you can keep Fliqpy occupied and away from others.

- You tell him you can't just do that.

- Which ends up with the bear/bear hybrid clinging to you and shaking.

- Flippy/Fliqpy will be a handful for a Psychologist! Darling.

- Especially if he starts getting the idea of following you home to keep you beside him.

- Perhaps this crush isn't as 'innocent' as you thought.

#yandere happy tree friends #yandere fliqpy #yandere flippy

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broijuswannareadsmut · 2 years

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Kakucho + Washroom

This is an alternative ending from this one shot, in which you decided to not fw Ran anymore and read Kakucho’s response to your message, to which you and Kaku become intimate…(pretend that he’s 18 in the Rokuhara Tandai but looks like he looks in Bonten)

Content warnings ‼️: fem!reader, softdom!Kakucho, fellatio, exhibition, vaginal penetration, fingering, finger sucking, cunnilingus, squirting, cockwarming, overstimulation (m and f receiving), belly bulge, nipple play (f receiving), cervix fucking, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink (f receiving), teasing degrading ifywim, mention of subspace, maybe a lil OOC? (lmk if I missed sum)

A/n: fun fact! Marijuana improves blood sugar control and studies show that it gives lower levels of insulin resistance by 17%, so basically you have less chances of becoming diabetic if ur a 🍃 user

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"I hate you." Your eyes started welling up with tears, your eyes becoming glossy, you sniffled as you covered your arm over your mouth. Ran turned to look at you and propped himself up on his elbow to look at you better. The tears were now rolling down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey baby what's wrong? Why're you crying?" He asked concerned.

You took in breaths of air trying to say the words without sounding like a complete idiot out of breath. "I-I hate that I'll never be able to let go of you... even after you get sick of me I'll still be in love with you..."

Ran's eyes widened at your sudden confession, he wiped his chin off on his forearm and spoke, "y/N... I'd never get sick of you." His eyebrows furrowed at the very thought. "I've loved you since the first time I got into your car after that night... you're so beautiful and intelligent, I could write essays on how much I love you and why." He rambled.

"Then why haven't you ever asked me out on a proper date? Or asked me to be your partner? You've only shown me your 'love' through materialistic things Ran... how am I supposed to believe you?"

"I'm an asshole, an idiot, a bastard, but I never want you to think that I don't love you y/N. I was afraid you'd say no if I asked, or you'd be weirded out if I showed you how I truly feel and care about you, so gifts were the only way I knew how to show you."

"You should've just had the balls and told me. You shouldn't have had to make me go crazy over you.." You sniffled. Ran opened his arms signalling for you to let him hold you, you shuffled into Ran's warm arms as he gently wrapped them around your bare back. He kissed the top of your head as he threaded your hair through his fingers.

"I'm sorry y/N, but I'm telling you now and I hope you'll still take me..." He whispered onto the top of your scalp.

You thought for a few moments, basking in the last few moments of being so close and intimate with Ran. You knew that you deserved so much better. Although you loved Ran Haitani... you knew what was best for you.

"No." You said, pulling yourself off of his grasp. You sat up from your bed and covered your breasts.

"W-what? Y/N come on I love you, you don't mean it." He argued sitting up as well trying to look you in the eye, but you looked away from his violet orbs.

"I love you too Ran but I'm not someone you can just keep around for this long. Instead of making bullshit excuses you should've just asked me. You were too late."

"Y/N-"

"Please leave. I don't wanna fight, I'm tired and need you to leave before I say something I regret. I said that after tonight we would be over and I meant it."

"Stop being difficult y/N let's talk it out, please." He pleaded as he put his large hand on your thigh.

You pried his hand off of you and stood up toward your door, "please leave Ran. You had your chance and clearly you didn't take it."

"I'm not leaving." He blurted with his arms crossed against his broad chest.

You sighed, you were seriously tired and you couldn't deal with his shit right now. "Fine."

You walked into your closet and pulled some sweatpants over your bare lower body then a sweatshirt over your upper half. You walked back to your bed where Ran still sat dumbfounded, you grabbed your phone and looked back at him.

"I'm gonna use that car for the last time tonight but don't worry tomorrow morning it's yours again." You turned your back to him and went toward the door until you felt him grab onto your wrist.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going y/N?"

"You lost the right to know a while ago Haitani." You shook his hand off of you and went out into the hallway. He obviously followed after you spewing words at you.

"Y/N think rationally, let's talk about it, just come back to bed and we can cuddle and tomorrow I can take you out to-"

"I said no Ran. Learn how to accept it. If you don't wanna leave MY home then fine. But when I come back I don't want you to be here." You turned back to him looking back at him fiercely.

"But I love you... Don't leave me... please..." He begged with a broken voice.

If you hadn't been so damn tired maybe you'd had broke and let him take you back to bed.

"Sucks. Night Haitani." You slipped on your slides and grabbed your keys closing the front door behind you. Leaving a naked emotional Ran in your apartment. He punched the wall in frustration, leaving a hole in it... (comin out of your security deposit)

You were back downstairs to where you briefly remembered parking your car and pressed the lock button, hearing the beeping and seeing the flicking of the lights. You scurried over to the driver door and slid inside. The interior still smelling of marijuana you rolled down the windows allowing the late night air flow inside. You check your phone and noticed the time read 4:18am

"Shit..." you muttered in disbelief. It was practically the early morning. You saw below the seven messages four from Kakucho and three from Rindou, you clicked on the young Haitani's name and quickly inserted your passcode to load in the notifications.

Rindou 🤥

Yo y/N Ran is going over to your place be prepared he looked rough asf. 11:28pm Ik y'all will prolly jus fuck so I'm not too worried 11:30pm That girl that was sitting on him is whining abt how he left and shit and how you slapped her. So annoying. 12:58am

You replied back

Rin me and him are over. I never wanna see that fuckers face again. 4:35am

You clicked out of your chat and went to Kakucho's newfound messages, albeit a little scared on how he would react to the unsolicited porn he received earlier in the night... You took a deep breath and read what he said.

Kakucho ..... 1:21am Uhh... yeah I think he might be a lil bigger than me but nothing too drastic you know? 1:30am Where you serious about wanting to see mine? 1:56am Unless that was just like a kink or fetish of yours then forget I said anything... 2:00am

You sighed in relief at his response, he didn't sound mad, just confused but you'd take that response over being disgusted any day.

Hi Kaku sry for responding late... No it wasn't a kink or anything but I cut things off w Ran so if ur offer is still up I would like to see more than your cock ;) 4:38am

You turnt your phone off and put your hands firmly on the expensive steering wheel sighing from your fatigue. Man I just wanna sleep.

You were trying to think of where to go, but your mind kept leading back to the Haitanis. You had made a few friends in high school but you didn't bother to keep in touch with them. You settled to find a 24 hour conviene store and splurge on some snacks by then until you either found a place to stay or knew Ran had left yours.

After 15 minutes of driving by the streets of Tokyo and watching the early sunrise through the comfort of your tinted window you got out of the car and walked into the store, you were greeted by a middle aged looking East Asian man. You picked out your favourite snacks under the fluorescent bright lights, as you got the back where the cold drinks were. You quickly picked out whatever drink caught your eye and went to go pay upfront.

"Good morning ma'am." The man politely greeted.

"Hi, just these please." You responded.

He rung up all your items and you paid in cash and walked out with a plain plastic bag. You slid inside the interior and closed the door. You opened the snacks and began munching on them while admiring the Color's of yellow orange and red paint the Japanese sky.

You look at your phone screen to then see that Kakucho had responded back to your message.

Kakucho

Oh I'm sorry y/N are you okay? Come over to my place you can talk to me about it 4:56am

He then gave you his address, which you quickly put in your GPS and began driving on the way there.

You finally got to the destination and found an bunch of apartment complexes, after some time for looking at the one he said he lived in.

You parked the car in the visitor parking and walked inside the main lobby pressing on the apartment number so he could buzz you in. You heard the intercom connecting you and he spoke with his soft spoken deep voice.

"Y/N?"

"Hi Kaku, thank you for inviting me."

"No problem y/N, just come up." He buzzed you in as you simultaneously pulled open the door.

You got up on the elevator and pressed on the 5th floor. You waited patiently and got out as you walked down the bright hallway. You got to his door and knocked on the mahogany coloured door.

Kakucho opened the door after a minute and his eyes looked heavy with sleep and his middle parted hair was in disarray. His mouth upturned as he gave you a small smile ushering you inside. He pointed at his plain soft brown couch to allow you to sit. You sat down while he stood a few feet in front of you. He was shirtless, his tall figure giving way to his toned stomach as well, wearing those classic blue flannel patterned pyjamas hanging low on his waist which give you a clear view of his defined v line...

"Hey y/N how are you? Do you wanna talk about what happened tonight?" You were snapped out of your gawking at his body as he spoke.

"O-oh I'm sorry for bothering you at such an irregular time Kaku... and "m sorry for sending you that video... I was really angry with him." You apologized looking down at your lap.

His stoic demeanour faltered a little as he saw your genuine sincerity, he quickly sat beside you to comfort you.

"Hey hey don't worry y/N I invited you here cause I wanted you to come, and don't apologize for that video, it was unexpected but it was enjoyable seeing you take power over one of the most powerful men in Tokyo..." He complimented with admiration.

You looked up at him as his thin lips formed a welcoming genuine smile, you gave one back and chuckled a little.

"That sounded so masochistic of you Kaku, do you have some fucked up fantasies or what?" You playfully replied.

He thought for a moment looking at his popcorn ceiling. "Maybe. I haven't been with enough people to tell really."

You placed your left hand over his right and leaned in a little, looking into both his eyes, even examining the lightning shaped scar on his left side.

"I could help you figure it out Kaku... If you'd let me of course, if you want to remain friends that's fine too." You suggested.

"I would like that y/N... Maybe we could have what you and him had going on before..." He commented.

"Maybe... but I hope that if you actually like me that you won't be a coward to ask me out on a date or be yours." You urged.

At this point Kakucho had placed both his hands in yours, "y/N I don't know what the fuck is wrong with Ran for not asking you to date him sooner but I assure you I am not insane like him."

For some reason that statement gave you so much emotion to course through your veins that your eyes began welling with tears for the second time that night. You let go of his hands and wrapped your arms around his chest to cry into his neck, he gently pulled you onto his lap as you straddled himself while he laid back on the cushions holding you tightly within his strong arms.

You sniffled, "t-thank you Kaku for being here for me... yo-you're so kind." You cried onto his bare shoulder, feeling his skin dampening.

He was shushing you as he stroked your hair and his other hand was on your lower back. "It's okay y/N I'll always be here when you need me."

"D-do you promise?" You stuttered lifting your head from his shoulder looking at him with red glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Of course, you are a valued person in my life."

More tears began to stream, needless to say that your emotions were running rampant.

You sucked in a breath and spoke, "t-then I'll be here for you when you need me k-Kaku, you don't always have to keep holding things in."

He pecked your forehead and smiled again, "thank you y/N, I won't if I can count on you now..."

You kissed his cheek lovingly and placed your head in the crook of his neck again, trying to calm yourself down.

Kakucho stood up while still holding you and you hung onto him like a koala.

"Let's go to bed y/N, I bet you haven't slept in a while."

"B-but don't you have gang stuff to do?" You whispered.

"Don't worry, I just have to go to a meeting at three in the afternoon so we can hang out for a while."

You got to his room and observed that he was a very minimalistic man, having a queen sized bed with grey linen, a plain black desk that had a few books and notebooks along with a rectangular picture frame that you recognized as the blind man as a small boy next to a Filipino looking boy, then a small closet in the middle of the wall.

Kakucho carefully placed you on the bed then covered you under the warm covers.

"Do you need anything?" He asked softly. You shook your head in disagreement. He nodded and got into bed himself, facing you the entire time.

"Can you hold me Kakucho? Please?"

Without second thought he opened his arms enough for you to wiggle into them, he then placed his hands over your belly, his chin over your right shoulder, and wrapped one of his legs over your hips.

The warm embrace brought you comfort as it quickly lulled you to a peaceful slumber...

You woke up still in Kakucho's hold, his cool breaths hitting your neck, tickling you slightly. Unaware of what time it was you slowly pulled out your cell to look at the time, 12:41pm

You unwrapped his arms off of you with ease and crawled over his body to get out of the bed. You tiptoed out of his room as you heard shuffling from his body, you looked back behind you to find he had an arm over his head and the other in his stomach, he looked beautiful as the thin curtains let the afternoon sun soak through the material and onto his scarred face.

You went to go find the bathroom and finally looked in a mirror after hours of not knowing what you looked like. Your hair was ruffled up and your eyes were filled with drowsiness, but the sleep had definitely done you some good. You sat on the toilet and looked around at the bathroom that was surprisingly neat, you finished pissing and washed your hands.

You walked down to the kitchen and went to open the refrigerator to see what Kakucho had to eat. The inside was filled with necessities, so no snacks or junk food you could really see, he didn't have a pantry so you thought he would have spices in a small drawer or cabinet so you went searching for that. You were careful to not be noisy. Finally you found a drawer filled with the basic spices. You had a lot of time alone so you learnt how to cook for your own sake, even with only having 5 ingredients. Being around the Haitani's as well also made you know how much portions you would need to make, considering they ate as though they were five huskies.

As you were grabbing all the things you were going to make you heard footsteps coming toward you. You turned around from the counter and saw Kakucho with his adorable bed head and his arms stretching above his head while yawning deeply. You smiled.

"Hey y/N what're you doing?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise and make you breakfast in the middle of the day to thank you for letting me stay, but you woke up." You pouted.

"Haha it's okay, you don't have to thank me for anything, your presence is enough." He walked over to you as he placed his nimble strong hands on the sides of your love handles. "Instead of staying here and making me breakfast let me take you out to lunch. I insist."

"But-"

"You get no say in this. C'mon you can borrow some of my clothes." He pulled you by your hand, leaving the forgotten ingredients on the counter.

After changing out of your clothes and getting ready to leave, Kakucho leads the way out of his apartment and down to the basement where he leaves his bike.

"Unlike all the other members I still prefer to use my motorcycle."

"I don't mind, I haven't ridden a motorcycle in a while so it'll be nice to relive the experience."

He handed you a helmet while he went without one (typical of gang members). He got on and then signalled for you to hop on as well.

You rode through the bustling streets of Tokyo, remembering how nice it felt to be the passenger on a motorcycle, always having this sense of unknowing.

After about forty minutes you arrived to where Kakucho had suggested eating. You both got off as you observed your surroundings, you had never been around here before or maybe you had and hadn't remembered.

"This is Kohaku, it's a lesser known restaurant I'd say and they're pretty chill, it's one of my favourite spots."

"If you say so Kaku..."

You had entered the restaurant and immediately the vibes in there were so calm and relaxing, instantly putting you in a better mood.

The bill had come out to be 12578.42 ¥, you had insisted on paying your half but Kakucho refused to let you.

"You didn't have to.." You said as you were heading back to his bike.

"Don't worry y/N, you're always so worried about stuff but I invited you so it's my treat." He reassured. "But unfortunately I do have to go to a meeting now, South will beat my ass if I'm not there on time."

"Can I come?" You asked softly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Uh... um well if you want to I guess you could? I'd have to ask, if you can't then you would have to wait inside of a cafe or something. If that's alright with you." He explained with flustered cheeks.

"Okay~"

You had finally arrived at the Rokuhara hideout and were walking shoulder to shoulder with Kakucho. You were brought with seeing a seven foot figure. Immediate intimidation set inside your body, not daring to let your eyes stray away from the top of its head. Ran had told you about Terano but never went into depth about it, telling you that it wasn't smart of him to allow you to get involved in gang shit.

"Kakucho. Who is this?" His voice was low and fear inducing. Finally you got a clear view of this man's face. Man bun, green circular eyes, and the most noticable feature of all was his large face tattoo that went down to his neck.

"This is y/N I was wondering if they could just stay here while I finish up this meeting?" He asked, you could notice the slight tremble of his hands but didn't question it.

He hummed at his question, "that depends... Are you a snitch y/N? Do I have to worry about you ratting me out?" He said as he lowered his torso down to your level.

You had dealt with many intimidating people and the best line of action that you always took was to never break eye contact.

"No sir, I'm not new to gangs, I've had friends who have been involved in them. And either way its never been my place to go tell other people's business." You confidently replied to him.

"I hope you stick to your word... wouldn't wanna hurt such a pretty face, it'd be a shame." He lifted his hand up to your face and roughly patted it, you winced at the sudden contact but let him do it none the less.

The meeting had started in the shabby dirty warehouse, thankfully they had places to sit. You situated yourself atop Kakucho's lap waiting for it to begin.

"Tch* those Haitani's are always fucking late. I should knock some sense into them again." South scoffed.

Your eyes perked up at the mention of the Haitani's, nervous to see the braided man again. Suddenly you heard two pairs of footsteps walk toward the meeting table from behind you.

"If you guys don't have a good fucking reason as to why you-" Terano stopped as soon as he saw Ran. "Fuck man you look terrible."

Everyone turned around to look, his usual braid were unmade just like you had left them the night before,(making you realize you still had his hair ties around your wrist) his hair looked tangled, his eyes were sleep deprived, and his usual lazy smirk was replaced with a miserable frown. Rindou looked fine, he had his hands in his pockets while he looked at his brothers back in concern.

"Yeah we're sorry we're late, Ran was dealing with some shit." Rindou apologized. You turned your body back upfront not letting Ran notice your concern.

"Yeah yeah... just don't let it happen again. I would beat your asses but Ran looks like someone did the job for me already." South criticized. "Anyways sit your asses down and let's begin the meeting! VIDDO!!!"

The brothers sat down directly across from you and Kakucho, they immediately noticed your presence, and your promiscuous position. Ran's shoulder visibly slumped and his eyes lowered down to his hands, as Rindou just let his eyes wander between the two of you.

You turned your head to whisper something to Kakucho, "hey I'm gonna step out for a moment kay?"

"Sure y/N the bathroom is to your left."

You stepped off his lap and walked in the direction of the brothers and you walked off to the washroom, you could tell that a pair of eyes were eyeing you down. You got to the bathroom and pulled down your borrowed slacks to then slip off your panties, you then ripped a hole through the crotch area so it wouldn't be visible when you walked back. Sorry Kaku.

You made sure that it perfectly gave you a view of your hole. You walked back to the meeting area and gave a quick head nod of acknowledgment to South before you sat back down on Kakucho's lap.

"You wanna try something Kaku?" You whispered into his ear as he placed his hands on your hips. He thought for a moment, hesitant on what you were going to say next.

"...okay"

"Pull your cock out baby."

Kakucho's eyebrows furrowed at your crudeness. But he discreetly undid his sweatpant string and pulled it down enough for you to be able to see his flaccid penis. You were hyper aware of everyone, ensuring that all their eyes were on their leader and nothing more, you didn't dare look in HIS direction. As you spread your legs a little farther apart you slowly inserted his member through the makeshift hole and then inside your warm cunt. It was a tight fit and you could feel it start to grow inside you as you were easing it in, your cunt unconsciously clenching already, you heard Kakucho lowly wince.

"Ease up princess, pussy clenching me so tight."

You could feel arousal pooling in your core after his words. He settled to grab hold of his cock while you sunk the rest of it down, finally you could feel some of your slick lubing up his cock to allow the stretch to not hurt as much. Finally your hole was down to his pelvis, you felt so full, his cock had to be about six to seven inches long at least, his girth was that of two inches. You were getting restless already, rotating your hips counterclockwise to find some sort of relief.

"Y-you're so big Kaku..." You breathed as you leaned your head back on his shoulder.

"Sorry baby but you wanted this so now you'll have to fucking take it." He taunted. "And stop moving around, you'll make me cum."

"Can't help it... "m so full..."

"Really? Let's see how full."

Before you could question his words he pressed down on your stomach causing your back to fully hit his chest. He was bouncing his fingers up and down on your lower abdomen, you could feel him almost to where your bellybutton was at.

"Fuuckkk you feel that princess? My cock is buried so deep inside this pussy, I love it so much, s-shit stop squeezing me."

"I wanna cum Kaku.."

"Wait until this meeting is over baby." He lulled you into a subspace while everyones voices muffled...

"THAT FINISHES THE MEETING FOR TODAY! WE WILL WIN THE THREE DEITIES WAR!!! VIIIIDOOO."

Terano's loud ass voice startled you from your unconsciousness, causing your cunt to clench and your body to stir in the partially blind man's lap. He firmly gripped your hips to prevent further movement.

"Hahaha I can't believe your bitch fell asleep Kakucho. Now I don't have to worry about them snitching." South chortled as he shook your shoulder roughly. "Anyways, you're all free to leave. As for the Haitani's you guys will be staying here and I'm making you do the paperwork I'm too lazy to do."

"Kaku let's go to the bathroom please..." You pleaded.

He nodded but not before he slowly took himself out of you, your jaw slightly hung low at the sudden emptiness in your vagina, quickly grabbing onto his wrist.

"Stop clenching me y/N." You attempted to unclench and let yourself go and Kakucho was finally able to put his penis back into his sweatpants. Once you knew he was secured you pulled him up from his seat and ran to the bathroom. Ran watched as he saw you frantically running with blind boy trailing behind.

"They're gonna fuck." Rindou bluntly observed as he had his glasses at the tip of his nose whilst bending over a pile of paper.

Ran looked at his brother and scowled, "kill yourself."

And right he was...

You finally got to the bathroom and hastily closed the door as you pushed Kakucho against the wall, passionately kissing on his neck, his breathing quickly became shallow. You began grinding your heat against his erection. He gripped onto your hips while doing the same. You laced your fingers through his soft locs allowing yourself to slot your tongue inside his mouth. Kakucho was getting impatient, so he began tugging down on your slacks. You gave him the signal to allow him to take it off, he quickly unbuttoned them and zipped them down to your knees, you hastily kicked them off along with your shoes. Kakucho broke off the kiss to take off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He began to kissed you again, only briefly detaching your lips to come up for air. He was fondling your ass and even giving it playful slaps, feeling it recoil under his palms.

"C"mon baby let me get you onto the sink." Kakucho breathed onto your lips.

You did a little jump into his arms and he carried you a few steps until he placed you atop of the sink. Kakucho moved from your lips to your neck, placing small hickeys and occasionally nipping at the skin. You lifted your arms up as Kakucho swiftly pulled the white top over your head, your pretty tits bouncing out the shirt. Kakucho lowered his head to your already hardening nipples, his sultry eyes looking down at your red face and heaving lips. He grinned as he sucked on your areola.

"You're so beautiful princess, don't know how you hadn't been cuffed sooner." He slurped on his own saliva while still stimulating your nipple. You moaned in response.

He let go of your nipple and was leaving featherlight kisses down the valley in between your tits, slowly going down to your sternum until he sensually began teasing your clit through your panties.

"You're so cock hungry aren't you y/N? Cutting a hole in my pants just so you could put my dick in you? What a slut." He put the fabric to the side allowing him to get a better view, your hole was sopping out translucent pre, which Kakucho began lubricating your cunt with it. He lathered it around your labias with his index and middle finger, you were slightly twitching your hips away from his hold.

"Y-yeah couldn't wait... to ha- have your cock m-IE!"

He chuckled at your response. "All in good time baby, but first I have to ease you up, your pussy is a tight fit." He finished up lubing your genital and then stuck his two fingers inside you, luckily it wasn't too much trouble. His fingers began pumping in and out of you at such a slow pace that you almost couldn't feel a thing, therefore your hips started bucking for more friction. The middle parted man grabbed hold of your thighs, as he put both over his shoulders. He began kissing up on your right inner thigh while his right hand still teased at your hole. His mouth getting dangerously close to your sex.

"Stop teasing Kaku... please."

He quickly went back up to your face to lightly peck your nose and picked up the pace with his fingers.

"Okay princess anything for you." As he pecked your lips, and went down on your pussy. His mouth latched onto your clitoris and his long fingers were brushing up your cervix, your moans becoming a mix of whimpers as well. His thin lips practically making out with the rest of your sex. One of your hands grabbed hold of the faucet to steady yourself, whilst the other grabbed onto his black silky hair. His digits began curling up against your ribbed walls allowing you to feel them a lot better.

"Please... please nghhh- don't stop-"

Your words encouraged Kakucho to go faster, allowing you to reach your high faster. Your legs began twitching, feeling the metaphorical knot in your core unravelling at an alarming rate. He removed his fingers from your cunt and placed his soaked fingers in your mouth as he placed his thumb over your visibly throbbing clit, he was pumping his tongue in and out of your soaking hole. Pinching and flicking your clit you were so close to releasing your essence on his face.

Your breathing hitched as his fingers twisted at your bud. You bit down on his fingers which in turn made him bite your fat lip. Without warning your high came crashing down as you squirted all over his tongue. Your breathing erratic and uneven as you let go of his fingers. Kakucho brought his face back up to meet yours and smiled lovingly at you, while still having your arousal at the corners of his mouth.

"You did amazing baby, I enjoyed it."

You blushed at his kind words, grabbing his forearm whilst looking away from his heterochromic eyes.

"I wanna return the favour... please." You pouted up at him with doe eyes.

"Y-you don't have to y/N, I'm happy with just this." He explained as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. You took hold of his thumb and sucked and licked at it sensually, while giving him a sultry look. Kakucho stood there mesmerized by your actions. You then let his thumb slip off your lower lip as it bounced back up as you tilted your head back to look at him better.

"I want to Kakucho, want to see all the cute noises you make, and wanna make you feel good. So let me." You hopped off the sink butt naked as you turned him to have his back facing the wall. You pulled his sweats down to reveal his large bulge. You began teasing it through his white boxers, noticing an ever growing wet spot near his tip. Your hands glided from the base of his penis to the the leaking tip of it. You could tell that Kaku was holding back his sounds of pleasure by the way his teeth were grilling down on his bottom lip and his eyes sealed tight.

"Don't hold back on me Kaku, told you I wanted to hear you." You said as you gave him a loving kiss on his lower abdomen before you let his cock spring free from the confinements of his underwear.

His size never failed to have your mouth drooling with your jaw wide open. His pretty pink tip was oozing with pre. You spit on the base as your delicate hands began lathering your saliva all over his dick. You then placed your tongue flat against the base's underside and licked all the way to the top until you began sucking on the tip. Kakucho's light whimpering egging you on to up your ministrations. Your tongue began twirling around the tip until you downed half of his length down your throat. At that point Kakucho firmly gripped your hair stopping you from going any further but you resisted against his hold and deep throated the rest of his long cock down your throat. Kakucho groaned as he gave up on trying to stop you and placed both his hands flat against the wall. Your throat was setting a good pace on his dick, slurping up any excess saliva that you felt running down. Your left hand cupped his balls and began fondling them while continuing your pace.

Kakucho looked down at your face and almost came at the site of your concentrated look enthralled at his face, the corners of your mouth spilling with your own saliva, amazed at your gag reflex.

"I- I'm gonna c-cum ngh~ ha fuck shit, you're doing so-so well baby fuck gonna cum down that pretty throat." He moaned blissfully.

You quickened your pace to the point where you were gagging pornographically. He came down your throat as you continued stimulating his cock, teasing the tip. You swallowed down his thick seed instantly, you detached from his penis and swiped your lips with your forearm, standing up.

"Did I do g-"

Kakucho lifted you up from your thighs and slammed you back on the sink, hastily placing your thighs over his shoulders, before he slipped his still sensitive cock into your wet warmth. He began fervently fucking into you, you gasped at the sudden stretch of your pussy, your gasps quickly turnt into loud moans. His deep strong strokes made you feel his tip against your cervix, it hurt so good. Your toes were curling and your vision was blurring. Kakucho latched onto your nipple while rolling it in between his teeth.

"Fuck! Ha-ha-ha! K-Kakucho, s-low down!" You moaned as you placed both your hands on his shoulders.

"Can't stop y/N this pussy feels so fucking good. You sucked my cock so well baby, you're such a good little slut aren't you?" He was littering even more hickeys on your exposed neck.

"Y-yeah for y-you Kaku, only for you."

"Yeah only for me princess. Gonna fuck my cum into you and then you'll be mine forever yeah?" He breathed in your ear, as his pace was quickening.

You nodded fervently. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Cum inside me Kaku please please, make me yours!" You babbled back.

His pace slowed but his thrusts were hard and cervix bruising. Completely slipping his tip out then putting it back in with a harsh thrust of his hips. You gasped, cumming on the spot. Kakucho didn't stop, overstimulating you in the process.

"Fuck I'm so close! Fuck." At this point he had went back to his quick pace, waiting for his second orgasm to hit.

"SHIT!" He came inside your velvety walls as he slumped his forehead against yours, both of your hot breaths against each other's mouths. He slowly slipped out his sensitive cock and watched hypnotized as his sperm leaked out of your hole, it unconsciously clenching, which in turn made it drip out even more. He scooped the excess cum leaking down on your ass to shove it back into your vagina, not letting a single drop go to waste. He picked up your panties off the floor and slipped them back over your sex. He playfully patted your pussy and smiled at you. You smiled back at him and chased his lips to lock them in a sloppy kiss. Lifting your hand to cup his cheek. He broke off the kiss to look at you properly.

"Wanna be my girlfriend y/N?" He asked.

On the other side of the door was Ran Haitani who had been listening in on you two for whoever knows how long...

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nordic-language-love · 2 years

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Hi there! I'm thinking of starting tutoring on italki but I'm super nervous about it and would love to hear how you've been finding it. I have a TESOL qualification and currently tutor kids in-person as a casual job, but I want more experience (and also would love to supplement my income a bit).

Is it difficult/time-consuming creating lesson plans for each student? Are there any tips you have about lesson prep? What was the biggest challenge you faced when you first started out?

Sorry this is a lot of questions f(^_^;

Hi! Sorry for the slow response - I had a LOT to say about this! I'm gonna put it under a read more because it got far too long lmao

Teaching on italki is very rewarding in my experience. That's not to say it's a breeze all the time, but I have more good experiences than bad for sure. There's a huge market for teaching children English on italki too, so if that's your specialisation then you should be able to get plenty of classes (note that Chinese parents are unable to book classes listed as kids classes bc it's illegal in China to seek online tutors for children under 12, but that doesn't stop them by any means lol).

When I first started I struggled a lot because I had no experience, no idea how to plan lessons and no bank to pull on. Nowadays it's less time-consuming because I already have a lot of my own materials, so I can reuse them or tweak them slightly and I don't make as many things from scratch. But I'm always updating my material as I learn what works and trying to improve my lessons, so it's still time-consuming (but a lot of that's due to my poor time management skills rather than it actually taking that long to put together a lesson plan). It depends on what kind of teacher you are though; many teachers just focus on conversation practice and don't have many (or any) materials at all.

I'd say my biggest challenge though was not knowing how to pitch my lessons at the right level. I ended up subscribing to Linguahouse to get worksheets (which I normally use as starting points for creating my own lesson plans rather than using the worksheets themselves) so that I had more of an idea of what I was doing. Engoo is also a good website for finding news articles suitable for B1-B2 level students (they claim to be up to proficient level, but honestly I think even their level 10 articles are C1 at best). Again, I mostly use it for reference or if I have lots of lessons to plan and I need something quick (because using free resources that students can look up themselves feels a bit cheeky to me).

Some general tips:

1) You'll want to set your prices low to start with. It doesn't matter how much experience you have offline; when people are browsing profiles, they'll see only see the number of lessons you've taught on the platform. You can increase them quite quickly, but remember that number of lessons really counts when people are making a decision choosing a tutor.

2) Because your prices are low, you're going to get some shitty students at first. By that, I mean you get students who aren't prepared to do the work but expect to become fluent in 2 weeks because they're ~PaYiNg FoR a TuToR~. They never last long. Just give them the best lesson you can, be as encouraging and enthusiastic (but also realistic) as possible and wait for them to drop off.

3) Be prepared to be a little flexible with your schedule to start with. I said I wasn't going to work after 4pm or before 6:30am and Tuesday would be my day off. I then ended up teaching 6am-9pm on Tuesdays. After a while, I concluded that teaching before 7am just wasn't for me, and it certainly wasn't something I wanted to do regularly, so I took those slots off my calendar. I also found Wednesdays weren't a popular day, so I made that my day off and now I stick to it. If I'd stuck to my original plan, I wouldn't have a lot of my current students. (This is the problem with working for yourself: on paper you get to set your own hours, but in practice you have to work whatever hours gets your the most customers).

4) Plan breaks in your calendar. You need food and bathroom trips, as well as time to recharge your brain! Some people leave their calendar completely open and then remove slots as they get booked up (e.g. if they're teaching 1-3:30pm and then 4-6pm, they might remove 3-3:30 from their calendar to make sure they get a break in that time). I prefer to have them already pre-planned so I don't have to update my schedule every day. Either way, don't let yourself wind up teaching for 6 hours on the trot.

5) Do not assume that the language level on their profile corresponds to their actual level! Some people list themselves as A1 despite being C1/C2, and some people list themselves as native speakers despite being barely A2. If they say they're B1/B2 then that's more accurate, but it still doesn't help much because those levels are so broad. I always send them a message asking about their goals/current level (sometimes their response is less than helpful, but usually you'll get some idea of what they want.)

6) Use the trial lesson to assess their level, but make sure it's not just a needs assessment. I watched a bunch of "how to run a trial lesson" videos on Youtube, and lots of them were just like "interrogate your student about their English level and studies" and while that's all important and good information, your students are much more likely to rebook if you give them a demonstration of what your lessons are like. I usually plan a trial lesson based on what the student's goals etc are. If they don't respond to my message or don't give me enough information, my trial lesson looks like this:

Start with general pleasantries/introductions and a little small talk (how are you? How is your week? What's the weather like?)

I then ask them why they want to improve their English, a bit about how they study at the moment (do they read books? Watch TV shows?) and what do they find most difficult/want to improve most. I also ask how they prefer to be corrected (should I interrupt them or wait until the end of class?)

I tell them I want to assess their level so I know what our starting point is. I then bring up a PDF with 4 pictures related to either the city (if I think they're low B1 or lower) or sleep (if I think they're high B1+) and ask them to describe their pictures. I might prompt them to say more (what season do you think it is? What time of day is it? Why do you think that? Where are those people going? What are they wearing?) I always try to suggest one or two words they could use so that they feel like they learned something.

The next slide is agree/disagree statements (e.g. it's better to live in the country than the city), and we discuss the statement and what we think. (I'm actually going to update this so it's more like advantages/disadvantages questions because I've noticed that some people don't like discussing their opinions. It's a big part of the IELTS test though, which is kinda what I based it on to start with).

Then I ask them if they have any questions/what else they would like to do in classes. I leave at least 5 minutes for this part.

If I have time left over, I ask them what they'll do later/for the rest of the week and just make a little small talk about that.

7) Keep a document with details about your students. Because you will forget shit (especially if you have students with the same name/other similar details), and it doesn't look very good if you forget for the third lesson in a row what they do for a living or where they live. It also helps you keep track of what you've studied and what resources you've used with each student so that you don't end up redoing exercises you've already done.

8) Google docs are great! Start one for each student and use it to keep track of new vocabulary, corrections and homework (if you choose to set it - not everyone wants it, and it's extra work for you to do too. I only set it if people ask for it).

9) People might offer to pay you outside of italki. This would mean more money because italki isn't then taking a 15% commission, but it's against italki's policy and I never do for fear of being caught (eg if I have a dispute with a student who's started paying me outside of italki, they could report me to italki and I'd get banned from the platform). Of course, you can do what you like! But if you get asked and would prefer not to take the risk, here's what I say:

"Thanks for the offer, but I prefer you booking the lessons through italki. It helps me keep track of all my lessons. Also, I hope to work in a school someday, and it will help a lot if I have a high number of lessons taught on my italki profile. I'm very happy that you offered though!"

10) Check out other people's videos on youtube about how they run their classes and what tips they have. Not all of them will apply to you - you have to figure out your own style! - but it's good to have some ideas. I really like English Teacher Ryan's videos.

11) Don't bullshit if you don't know something. Just say you're not sure, but you'll look it up and get back to them. Chances are your students will find grammar loopholes and complications you never knew English had and will come to you asking why this person used the past simple when according to your last lesson it should have been a present perfect etc.

12) If you're teaching grammar, revise it before the lesson. And revise it from lots of different resources too, because different resources will say different things, and you want to know that grammar inside out.

Okay, I think that's enough of an essay now! I hope some of it was helpful 😅 Good luck! I'm sure you'll be awesome 😊

#ask #italki

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imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

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I wish this trip never ends (sstbthw part 2) - h.h

Word count: 3768

Warning: angst, swear, mention of smoking

Pairing : harry holland

Request: no.

N/A: okay, i took me almost a whole month to write this but i'm kinda need to work on school too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really tried my best. I asked you who the reader was supposed to end up with ... I'll let you figure it out but ... don't hate me for the end ... because after all ... it might not be the end. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

taglist : @angeliquekalampoka , @harryhollandsgirlfriend (the one and only harry holland's girlfriend to me)

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Restoring a relationship of trust and regaining the bond that you both had was particularly difficult. You had to learn to find your place in Harrison's life, but also in his relationship with Grace. You were roommates and friends, but it was complicated to plan meetings with Harrison's busy schedule. Between his job search after the cancellation of his Netflix series, his photo shoots, his dates with Grace, those with his family. It was getting harder and harder to find a moment to reunite with the two of you. It was without counting your schedule.

You were supposed to meet at noon for lunch at that restaurant Harrison told you about where he took his mother earlier this year, for Mother's Day. You felt uncomfortable going to such a place. It was very fancy; you had taken a look at the menu and you knew in advance that you would not be able to afford to split the bill. That was sometimes one of the downsides of being friends with Tom and Harrison. They sometimes forgot that their salary was significantly higher than yours. After all, they were still simple, good-natured guys, never saying no to a quick takeout meal or ordering pizza, drinking a beer at the local pub. And sometimes, they offered to go to prestigious places, not paying attention to money, wanting to please their friends or family.

Currently you were in your room. You were throwing countless of clothes across the room, trying to choose what you could wear to this lunch. Harry stopped dead when one of your dresses flew out of your room, right in front of his nose, blocking his way. You had left your door open and your spontaneity got the better of your best friend.

“Easy, Tiger. I had no idea your clothes had the capacity of Dr. Strange's cape.” He joked before coming into your bedroom.

You turned to find Harry leaning against your doorframe, a smirk encrusted on his face. You gave him an unamused frown and his smile widened. This wasn’t funny at all; you were stressed as hell. It’s not like you still had feelings for Harrison and try to impress him – to be honest, you still had feeling for your friend, but not as intense as before, you had drawn a definitive line on the possibility of a romantic relationship with him, which had helped you a lot. – But you didn’t want to be dressed down and looked like a clown.

“Come on Munchkin, it’s just a lunch. At worst, Harrison can still make it looks like he invited you out for charity, sort of “Make a Wish” event” Harry joked, in his significant humor.

“Go to hell, Robert. Don’t you have a pack bag to make, mister “I’m going to Spain to help my superstar brother to hold his tea while he’s filming”?”

“Rude… I’m a film director, now”

Not for that, you thought to yourself, but don't have the balls to tell your best friend. You didn't want to take this joke too far. You smiled at his cute pretending offended face. You pouted mockingly before biting your lip. You loved the dynamics of your relationship so much. Your humor, sarcasm, your outspokenness, that's what brought you together. Harry pulled you lightly from your closet with a comforting wink. He chose Yves Saint Laurent poppy red wool jersey flared pants that Tom gave you on your birthday. You smiled at his choice. You liked these pair of pants because they were sparkling with vitality, the color was flamboyant. Harry then gave you a satin pearl-colored shirt from Zara and you laughed at the drastic brand difference.

“Oh I see. A classy look but no more than £ 1000 that's pretty smart,” you joked.

The choice of your outfit once again proved the reality of hanging out with wealthy people. You were not poor; you could even be grateful for the life you had had. But it would never occur to you to give your friends clothes that were going over the miles and cents. To be honest, you wanted it. You wanted to live up to the gifts your friends sometimes gave you. But the truth seemed quite different: you had cried over the price of a used Rolex you wanted to give Tom for his birthday. Even having saved for 6 months, you could not afford such a gift.

“Shut up, don’t be so dramatic. Wear that necklace Harrison gave you for Christmas. I’m sure you’ll look fine”

“Thank you,Baz…I guess. ”

You kissed his cheek and then invited him out of your room so you could get ready. It didn't take you more than thirty minutes, time to put on the outfit your best friend had chosen and to put on light makeup. When you were finally ready, you walked to Tom's room. He had offered to take you to the restaurant where you were to join Harrison. But when you got to his ajar door, you could hear the soft sound of a slight snoring. You let out a chuckle before ordering an Uber. You knew he had spent almost a full month in Los Angeles and hadn't returned until early last week. You wanted to leave him as much as possible alone so that he could rest before his trip to Spain for the reshoots of his film Uncharted. Tom was a boy who loved being in touch with those close to him, but you also felt his need to recharge his batteries. That's why you preferred to let him sleep.

You went down to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water before leaving. When your Uber arrived, you left a note on the refrigerator to let the boys know you were safely gone. It was little everyday things that made you look normal that you enjoy. A post-it on the fridge, a table organizing household chores had been drawn up. Note to yourself; It was Harrison's turn to take care of the laundry.

☙♡❧

You had really hoped this was just a grotesque nightmare. That it wasn't real. He was going to arrive; he was just stuck into the traffic. Isn't it?

But you were there, waiting for over an hour and a half, without any news from your friend. Some people watched you with pity eyes, the others didn't give you any attention. You internally thank Harry for choosing your outfit. You didn't look like a lost kitten in this prestigious setting. It didn't prevent you from being ashamed right now. The waiter had urged you to order several times but you had told him that you were expecting someone, that he would arrive any minute. The last time, you didn't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But it never happened. Harrison never came to your dinner. You were alone, sitting at a table, pathetically waiting for your friend to show up. It didn't look like him. He had never stand you up before. And not to improve this embarrassing moment, the waiter came to you again. This time, with a man in a suit. He was elegant, carried himself proud but diplomatic. They stopped at your table, a tight smile on their faces. No doubt the man in the suit was to be the manager.

"Miss, my employee told me that you seemed to have occupied this table for a while now. I am sorry to tell you that if you do not order a few things, you will have to leave the establishment"

You looked at him with misty eyes. You have never been so ashamed in your life. You just nod your head, not trusting your voice just yet. After taking a deep breath, you finally apologize to them before telling them that you are going to leave. The manager of the restaurant, out of politeness awkwardly apologizing for this uncomfortable situation.

You've finished the Dry Martini that you allowed yourself to, paying for it with whatever pride you have left. You pulled your cellphone out of your purse and decided to call one of the boys. After three rings, he picked up.

"Hey ... can you please pick me up?"

Your voice was shaky, you were so ashamed but it was less distressing than having to walk the Walk of Shame to your house or cry in an uber. You hung up and shared your location. You left the lobby, leaving the restaurant, standing in front of the entrance to the establishment. The air refreshed your cheeks burning with shame. Luckily it wasn't raining today. Which was pretty nice compared to that early summer you had had.

When you saw Harry's car pulled up in front of you, you slid into the passenger seat without a word. The curly redhead gave you a heartwarming smile but you definitely could see a spark of annoyance in his eyes. You sigh, resigned while shrugging your shoulders. It was obvious that your friendship with Harrison was still shaky.

"I'm sorry, love. He's a jerk about it."

Coincidentally, like a mitigating circumstance, your phone vibrated, receiving a notification from Harrison. You were chewing your lip with a sort of anguish and irritation, watching the message the blond had sent you.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. My agent called me for a pretty urgent casting briefing. She's detained me until now. Are you still okay for this dinner?"

You were angry. You were mature enough and had known the boys long enough to understand their obligations. The fact that Harrison had a lastminute meeting with his agent and missed your dinner wasn't a problem. The problem was, he made you wait for over an hour and a half before notifying you. You wanted him to call you to let you know, or a simple text just after he knew for the meeting. You typed a short answer, shorter than this was impossible. "No". You rested your head against the headrest, turning your gaze to your best friend.

"Hey, he's a Netflix star now" you replied to his last words.

Your voice cracked on the last syllables and your eyes filled with tears. You weren't usually that emotional but the anguish and shame really took over you. Harry noticed, unsure of how to instantly respond to your distress. He would have liked to stop on an emergency lane to take you in his arms but he already had 2 penalties to pay, respectively for speeding and prohibited parking ... a third fine would not be really welcome. He simply placed his hand on your thigh, drawing circles on your pants to comfort you. He simply moved his hand to shift gears and instantly rested it on your leg whenever he had the chance. This gesture soothed you, enjoying the touch, grateful to have someone as your best friend to mop up your pain.

☙♡❧

Arriving at the apartment, no sign of Harrison. When you walked in the kitchen, you saw Tom sitting at the counter, scrolling his phone. He looked up at you, not directly noticing your annoyed expression.

"Wow..you're ... gorgeous. I love these pants on you"

You smiled, a little amused by the compliment. Of course he loved the pants, it was a gift from him. But your smile didn’t reach your eyes. With a look on your expression then on the clock, the actor understood that something went wrong. Harry was right behind and still no trace of Harrison. It was suspicious. Tom gave you a worried look.

"Do I have to ask…Never mind, I’m still going to ask. How was lunch with Harrison?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask him? Oh wait... right, he didn't show up" you said sarcastically although you could hear the hurt in your voice.

Tom frowned, biting the inside of his lower lip in annoyance. Harrison was his best mate since forever and he knew him so well. It seemed strange from Harrison to not show up. The blond has told him he was happy to see you again and walking through this whole awkward “feeling situation” because he didn’t want to lose you. In a quick movement, he rose from his stool to walk around the counter. The next second, he took you in his comforting arms and you finally let yourself go under the sight of the two Holland brothers.

“It seems like you need a break of all this shit” Tom said while he ran his fingers through your hair.

You let a little laugh escape through your tears. He wasn't wrong. You really needed to get away from this whole situation for a moment. But how? Harry watched the scene unsure of what to do. You were his best friend and it seemed like the solace you found was never in his arms. He had tried in the car, however, as best he could. He walked over to the counter to make you both a cup of tea. It seems that as cliché as it sounds, tea comforts you, as the English person you used to be. As the redhead waited patiently for the water to boil, a flash of genius - according to him - crossed the glare of his eyes.

“Why doen't she come with us to Spain?”

His brother's words seemed to suit Tom, who released his hold on you. You opened your eyes wide, not sure of what you had just heard. Go to Spain, with them? Once again, you knew you were going to argue on this proposition. The idea was not bad, Spain seemed a rather pleasant country. But you had just graduated and had a student job to save as much as possible. However, you could not afford to leave for several days in Spain, at the last minute. Plus, what were you going to do while Tom was filming and Harry was assisting him? He was sure the film's production crew wasn't going to give you a pass because Tom had decided.

“Yeah! That’s it, you’re coming with us”

“Tom, I have a student job. I can’t just…decide to go to Spain.”

“You never take a leave, come on. It’s not negotiable”

You were looking at Harry for help but he just shrugged. After all, he was the one who had initiated the idea of including you on the trip. You were trying to find a valid excuse to stay home. You really didn't want to impose yourself.

“I can’t afford that” you said, trying your best to convince him to quit the idea.

“I don’t care, it’s not even a problem. You coming to Spain with us.”

"Omg, does Z dominate you in bed to make you so bossy in life?"

Harry almost spitted his tea and laughed out loud while Tom gave you shocked eyes with pinky cheeks. You had always been sassy but hanging out with the boys had made you even more sassy than ever. How many times haven't you heard Tuwaine or Harry make fun of Harrison or Tom on the sex subject? Being a girl seemed to make you an untouchable character. The boys had never teased you about your relationships or your sexual partners. And while you've always had feelings for Harrison, you've had your own experiences. Anyway, you had just gone with the flow and Tom's brand-new romantic relationship with his co-star gave you the perfect opportunity.

“That's not the point.” stammered the actor.

Your smile widened, proud of your joke and the way Tom reacted. You heard Harry clear his throat. He had his phone in his hand and his own smile didn't bode well for you.

"The production is okay but it's at Tom's expense."

“You got to be kidding me…”

☙♡❧

You ended up in Spain with two of your best friends. You knew you had limited time before Tom had to fly back to Los Angeles for some Spider-man: No Way Home reshoots. So, you enjoyed as much as possible: accompanying the boys to the golf course - even though you weren't very involved in the sport -, spending time to visit touristic places when they were on set, talking with Rachael and other people from the set. You really enjoyed your trip.

On Wednesday evening you went out to a restaurant with Tom, Harry and two other friends/tom’s colleagues. You couldn't deny that it was fun. You had the opportunity to sunbathe a little while walking through the streets of Madrid. Spain was doing you good and not once did you think about your wobbly friendship with Harrison. You've just left the restaurant when a few fans politely show up to take pictures with Tom. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of how kind Tom had always taken in a few snaps when his fans approached him respectfully - and there weren't too many of them -. You sighed with pleasure before stepping away from the group. You leaned against a wall and took out the packet of cigarettes that Tom had asked you to keep in your clutch bag. Being an occasional smoker, he wouldn't blame you if you took one from him. You tilted your head back to admire the dark starry night when you felt a presence by your side. You narrowed your eyes in mischief as you looked sideways: Harry was there, his nose wrinkled from your cigarette. He didn't like it too much Silence filled your bubble despite the hubbub outside. You were in public and it was not surprising to meet travelers and Madrid residents mingling with the crowd to enjoy this pleasant evening.

"I wish this trip never ends." You finally said, breaking the silence.

Harry didn't know what to say to that. Instead, he was just looking at you. You were a little tanned, the Madrid sun had done wonders on you; your loose hair framed your face and the summer dress you had chosen for the restaurant looked great on you: It was a short red floral summer dress with a shingle collar. Light enough to keep you from suffocating but decent to wear on any casual occasion. You were beautiful, stunning. His heart exploded at the sight of you, so much that it hurt a few times.

"I wish I had been there for you more." he finally confessed

You finally turned your head towards him and shrug your shoulders, smiling shyly but sincerely.

“You were working, Baz”

“I meant…not only here in Spain. I’m sorry to have let you down recently”

You give him a confused look. He hadn't been a bad friend but he kept implying it. You just shook your head negatively to brush his words away. Harry had always been important to you. He had been the first to step towards you. It was him who introduced you to the rest of the gang. He had always been concerned about you.

The night you met, you immediately clicked up with him. And to be honest, for a moment, you thought he liked you that night. But he never took that step towards you and you never did either. You dreaded that if you kissed him, he would think you were interested in his notoriety by proxy. So you just acted like any reasonable person would - accept the status he gave you. And the second time he asked you to join him with his brother and his friends, you met Harrison and your heart exploded.

"I'm glad you brought me here"

“I'm happy you accepted to come.”

“I didn't really have the choice, Baz” you joked.

He laughed slightly. You weren't wrong, he and Tom had practically dragged you onto the plane, leaving you no choice to be by their side. But you could only thank them, especially Harry who had the idea. You took another hit on your cigarette before leaning back to check out where Tom was with his fans. He seemed to be talking with the girls and didn't seem overwhelmed. So, you didn't want to interrupt him and were just going to wait for him to finish. Harry played with his hands nervously, looking straight ahead and then at you. He seemed to be repeating this game for several seconds before finally asking the question that was in his mind.

“Have you heard from Harrison?” Harry asked quite casually

“He sent me several texts to apologize and wished me to have a good time in Madrid.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

You swallow hard before looking at him. There was an indecipherable glint in his eyes and you weren't sure what to make of it. You drew another puff from your cigarette, maybe that would save you from entering this conversation. But Harry's presence was all around you and you couldn't really escape. So you've decided to be honest.

“It’s complicated. I suppose so...”

“Mhmm”

“But my friendship with Haz is important, I don't want to lose him because of it.”

“Yeah, you can't imagine how well I understand you” he sighed

“What do you mean? Who’s the lucky girl..or guy ?”

Harry turned to you frankly and you did the same, stubbing out the half-smoked cigarette. You are well aware that the conversation was taking a more serious turn. He moistened his lips and walked over to you. Harry was full of things: he was full-loving, sarcastic, talented, daring, impertinent. But Harry was mostly awkward when it came to love. Not just an attraction, no, love with real feeling. Delicately, hesitantly, he reached out to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers, cautiously. You were frozen, your eyes fixed on him admiring his audacity.

"She's the most beautiful girl I ever seen." he said with a small smile.

Harry walked over to you and your heart was pounding at breakneck speed. Harry had ... feelings for you? You were really confused. Since when had he developed his feelings? Why didn't he tell you about it? Why hadn't he tried anything so far? So, were you right from the start? Was there a tension between you since the beginning of your friendship, since your met? But above all, did you want him to take that step? Instinctively, your body responded. You parted your lips and closed your eyes. You enjoyed the warmth of his hand on your cheek and were waiting for the touch of his lips. But it never happened.

"Hey baz, y/n..we're going back to the hotel" Tom said, taking his eyes off his phone. "I…Mhmm sorry, did I interrupt something?"

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Dear Anon, sorry if I can't do the screen of your request :3 anyway I hope you like it

Warning: mention of violence and blood (nothing too bloody I think)

45- Tokyo Ghoul, Uta x human!Reader

“Natural”

That's your favorite time of the day. When you sit at the table in the hot cafeteria, with the steam of the sweet boiling drink in your nostrils, the warmth of the discreetly attended but not too noisy environment and your faithful sketchbook open on the polished wooden shelf. The first blank page available looks at you, waiting to become your world, your dreams.

You are particularly lucky today; he is there.

When you entered he was already sitting at the bar, sipping a black coffee. He doesn't come every day, nor does he always arrive at the same time, but when you find him you know he will stay a long time.

You don't know his name - or at least you shouldn't know, it's not nice to overhear conversations - you don't know who he is, you just know that the first time something entered him it made you hold your breath. You don't even know what has caused you so much upset at a simple glance; it's not his extravagant style, it's not his piercings or his intricate tattoos. They are not even his strange and sometimes scary eyes. They are not those caressing, sweet and persuasive ways with which he seems to behave as usual, and not even the calm ironic words he occasionally addresses to the one who serves behind the counter. No, it's none of this, or maybe it's all this, but you don't know it, you can't understand it.

Today he smiled at you. The place wasn't too crowded, and his look had turned to you at the chirping of the bell. How bizarre as a face that threatens so much aggression it is capable of such delicacy.

You wonder if he knows how much your eyes touch him every time you meet him. Maybe yes, but he doesn't really care.

His decorated fingers are absent-mindedly tucked into the handle of the cup, his hair today is gathered in a rather messy half-ponytail. You don't know if he did it on purpose or if he just didn't pay much attention to it.

For a second you get lost following his profile line. His lips are slightly parted, he is listening.

You choose to seize the moment, and your freshly sharpened pencil glides over the slightly textured paper, sketching indefinite sketches. You have plenty of time to improve them.

You don't really remember since you started drawing Uta - as the man in the coffee shop calls him, and for you he is the only reference you can rely on - only, suddenly the block that had taken possession of your artistic skills was suddenly loose. Whoever that man was, you wanted to draw him.

From there, his face started to appear more and more often in your drawings, and from there he started to inspire you, he started to make you imagine.

"Beautiful, he is really beautiful." You thought immediately, and at the beginning it was nothing more. Then, slowly, over time that "beautiful" had extended beyond his physical boundary, also touching his attitude, his voice, his expressions.

You never really talked to him - out of shyness, or maybe not to break that magic - but it's not important. That's okay, you've started to get attached to him, you've begun to hope that he can be okay, that he can be happy, and it doesn't matter who he is or who he isn't. His mere presence has given you so much.

Today it is a coincidence that you and he get up at the same time from your respective seats. He surely didn't notice, and neither did you, as you put your sketchbook back in your bag.

It is not rush hour, and even if you are far away you can see him well. He is so calm, while he keeps his balance clinging effortlessly to the steel tube. His eyes look beyond the glass, although there is little to see. But maybe they see much more? You wonder what he is thinking, what can a person like him think? Who knows how he lives, you wouldn't even know how to attribute a precise age to him.

He is quicker than you to get out, and you are still settling your bill. It's not like you want to chase him, you're not a stalker or a maniac, but he's right in front of you. It is a coincidence. It is also a coincidence when he takes the subway with you.

Your stop passes by, and this time it is no coincidence.

Shinjuku is his station, apparently. Yes, it suits him, it's a suitable environment for him, at least you think. The frenetic lights and noises make the neighborhood alive even in the evening dusk. It is not a bad place to pass the time, it is full of attractions, activities and culture.

You feel a bit dirty following him like this, but it's not something you can really command. You just want to know who he is, your muse. You would like to be close to him, you would like to ask him questions, but at the same time you are afraid. You are afraid of seeing him disappear, scared of you. Who will fill your blank pages if he leaves? But how come you could justify your behavior towards him? Would he ever understand the beauty he represents for your artist eyes?

When he disappears among the people it's not that big of a problem. You don't want to interfere in his business, after all you just wanted to have him close a little longer, at least close to your eyes.

But even if you didn't see him anymore, you didn't regret having extended your trip a little. Tokyo could inspire an artist more than people thought, and your sketchbook is back in your hands, to sketch what came to you - and from time to time to look back at that face that is taking shape more and more. below the details you have come to know by now.

There, in that district of the capital, if you take enough alleys and go down enough steps, you can reach hidden areas away from the eyes of tourists. Sure, they might seem insignificant and at times creepy, but for someone like you the small traditional shop on the corner, or the writing on the wall that would be poorly tolerated in the city center, has such a particular charm, so intense that it makes you imagine stories, and eyes that never existed.

And it is while the graphite of your pencil draws more or less regular shadows on a creature that looks so much like that tabby cat looking for food in the alley, that something makes your blood run cold.

A cry, a cry of terror. It was sharp, scratchy, but immediately suffocated, or rather, broken.

And it is then that looking up to the sky you see the night. It is not the case for someone like you to be in those areas with darkness that has fallen.

And that's why you don't bother thinking about that scream, you just think about going back through those alleys, and as quickly as possible.

But for you the world is bigger than for any human being, and your feet stop, your breath freezes in your chest.

There is no light, you are alone, but taking refuge behind the wall like a mouse, your eyes too used to observing see it immediately.

Him. It's him. Him, and his eyes light up hot. In the light glow of the moon and the flickering artificial lights you can see blood-colored veins that like roots mark his nocturnal sclera up to affect the pale skin.

His arms always dyed with black weaves are now covered in red, as are his hungry lips, his face up to his nose.

You know perfectly well what is happening, you know that that mass of flesh at his feet is a man he has just killed, to devour him.

You know what he is, and it scares you. How could it not? Yet it is precisely that fear that inspires you, that makes you take the figure of him in the dim light. As many details as possible are frantically marked on the paper, everything you need to remember.

"Beautiful" is everything your confused and terrified mind can think as you start running unaware of the fact that he saw you - or rather, he smelled you -, but luckily for you too late. . . .

"I don't know anything about it."

You don't know if actually the case those investigators are investigating is actually the killing - or the post-killing - you witnessed, but it doesn't really matter. Your words come out with such an ease that you are amazed too.

You wonder which god is angry with you for letting you cross their path and their eyes, is it your punishment for asking for help?

Maybe wandering around the back streets of Shinjuku makes you suspicious? Probably. But it doesn't matter, you really don't know anything. You are ready to forget everything in order to protect him. You can not miss it. He is your subject, your art.

You hold your sketchbook to your chest, protective.

"I didn't know there were ghouls in the area… is it really that dangerous?" It's not that you like to lie, but the more you can mislead those people, the more you can avoid danger to him, so don't blame yourself. It's the right thing, it's right that he has the chance to live.

"We don't have precise information, but it would be better not to wander alone in such isolated places, especially if the day is ending."

Looking up at the sky you realize that the sky is slowly turning on the evening colors. Who knows what you really expected. Were you seriously hoping to find him? Maybe Shinjuku was just a stop for him that day. Or maybe you are the cause why you don't come across him anymore, not even at the cafeteria.

“Now that I know, I'll try to be careful. I'll finish quickly and go home right away. "

The man in front of you smiles, his eyes scan the surroundings come to make sure you are safe: "Well, if you see something strange, even a suspicious trace, please contact us."

You agree. He gives you the impression of a good-hearted man, that agent, and you silently thank him as he and his companions walk away from you.

The world is cruel. It is cruel, but you don't even know in what respect, because it can be so cruel and so generous at the same time. So kind and so unfair.

And while in solitude your free mind wanders among those thoughts, something makes you quickly return to the ground, rushes you, crushes you.

A stabbing pain takes you to the right side of your body, like a burning fire throbs and quivers in your torn muscles, starting from the hollow between the neck and shoulder.

You would scream, but you are prevented, because a cold hand presses on your lips forcefully.

You don't really think about what's happening, you don't have time to think. All you can do is wriggle desperately, even though the strength holding you back is far superior to yours.

That pain repeats itself, more overwhelming on the open wound, and this time you can at least turn around in the arms of torture. And everything stops.

His beautiful face, the face you searched for so intensely is there, a few inches from yours. His eyes look at you, they scan you. His tongue licks your blood and his arms tighten you against him to keep you from running away.

Have you ever had him so close? Do not you think. You don't think he has ever looked at you as directly as he is doing right now.

But you don't have time, you have no way of thinking. The blood slips away, your eyesight darkens and your body loses sensitivity with every passing second.

The world is so kind to grant you that closeness, and so cruel to give you so little time to enjoy what you have so desired.

"Beautiful ..." You manage to murmur, and maybe that's really all you want to tell him. Your hand rests cold and delicate on his face, touching his pale cheek. His night-colored tuft lightly tickles your numb knuckles, and his confused gaze is the last thing you see. . . .

How long hadn't anyone caressed him like that? Had anyone ever caressed him like that?

Uta hadn't really looked for you, even though he recognized you, for some reason he just avoided meeting you again. It was the riskiest choice for him, yet he had subconsciously decided to give you that chance, to the little artist in the coffee shop.

But you were there, so close to him, in his domain. He had smelled you, so what could he do?

Yet you weren't behaving like everyone else. He didn't believe he could see such warmth in human eyes, ready to give in to forced sleep, and the bite had been held back. He still feels the sweetness and tenderness of your flesh running down his throat, but he has held back from giving you the coup de grace. A sign of respect for an artist like him? Or just too risky curiosity?

And your hand moved away from him too soon, slumping along his arm with a dead weight.

From your chest your black-covered notebook slips to the ground, you had held it tight all the time despite your injured shoulder.

His pupils scrutinize the object with distrust and curiosity. Probably he should kill you before he feels free to browse, yet now he is there, bent over. His long moon fingers and night-colored interlacing turn the pages with a light and quick gesture.

There are drawings of animals, people, objects. You're good, really good, he likes your style.

But that is not all. He could have foreseen it, he could have suspected since your eyes touched him so much, yet it was as if in his vision this was impossible. Despite this impossibility, one's face looks at him, and turning the page it is still there, only from another point of view. There are drawings of him in every perspective, with expressions that not even he realizes he has - probably no one has ever noticed -; some portraits are detailed, some are colored, some are just sketches that, despite everything, reflect him, while still others are started and never finished, deleted and thrown away as errors.

He is really beautiful.

You even wrote it down. You have written a lot, you have taken note of the details of him.

Uta doesn't know how he actually feels. How is he feeling? He feels a shyness on him that is not his own. Is it embarrassment? Maybe, in part. In part it's confusion, and in part ... how long hasn't someone considered him with the tenderness with which you did? You had watched him from afar for so long, and so intensely.

He obviously understood your interest, every time he greeted you cordially it was a confirmation, but he didn't think there was such a stupid sincerity in your feelings.

As he continues to turn the cream-colored pages, he notices that some pages are torn. He doesn't really give weight to them, he also does it when a work of his does not satisfy him, despite your mistakes being present several times in the notebook.

The last page is still him, he is smiling. He wonders if he really smiles like that. He looks really handsome, and he doesn't know if he's real or your eyes have affected that image to make his face so kind and serene.

A soft sigh blows between his lips as he closes your treasure. Yet, before he can complete the action, something blocks him.

On the bottom, on the hard cover, the internal part reproduces the black of the external facade. He probably wouldn't have noticed anything strange if his eye wasn't used to being attentive.

Sticking his fingers into the crack under that black, he manages to retrieve a slightly protruding sheet, one of the sheets you tore.

On paper, the dark traces form his figure again, but this time something is different. He is different.

He is a ghoul in that drawing. He is bent over his victim, his placid face stained with blood, like his arms. He is imposing above the figure you have represented in the shadow.

Yet despite this, he is not ugly or cruel. You made it beautiful anyway, natural. Yes, you simply grasped his nature, you grasped the beauty in his nature and brought it back to paper, as a work of art.

It's not finished yet, his critical eye saw it well. Maybe that's why you hid it? Why were you dying to complete it during your days, to always have it with you, but were you afraid it would be discovered? Did you tear up so many pages for this? To deprive prying eyes of discovering his nature through your drawings?

Honestly, were you really protecting him, in your own way?

He had distractedly heard you talking to the Doves, and hadn't given it any weight - always because it was impossible, in his eyes - but now, in front of himself so sweetly admired by your shy eyes, he can't help admitting that something it moves in his stomach, like agitated butterflies.

Perhaps it is the interest in having been made a work of art by such skilled hands, or a sense of esteem that overwhelms him when he realizes that he is in front of a skilled artist, or perhaps, deep down, it is a simple motion of affection he can't help but feel for amazing human beings like you. Even while he was killing you, you didn't speak out against him. You are stranger than Tsugumi.

Uta may be crazy, but he is not insensitive, on the contrary, it is his sensitivity that makes him so uncomfortable in the world.

He feels you tremble and suddenly remembers he has you in his arms. He hadn't noticed that he had kept you with such care; your lifeless head, resting on his chest, rises and falls to the rhythm of his breaths.

Look at your suffering face, in his lap you are getting colder and colder and the nectarine blood continues to dirty both your clothes and his.

You can die, but the wounds he inflicted on you are not fatal in themselves - luckily -.

Will you forgive him for tasting your body? Probably yes. He doesn't know you, but he has already understood you, and now he wants to understand more. . . .

The warmth envelops you, all you perceive is a warm and placid relief.

Your clouded mind only asks you one question: "Are you dead?"

You don't really know why you should be, you just know that there is that possibility. Yet, slowly, a physicality settles on you, making you return to earth, away from the world of ideas.

Your fingers barely move and your sensitivity feels warmth and softness. The shoulder burns.

Your eyelids vibrate before venturing to lift again wondering if you really are living.

The light is dim, the environment is unfamiliar to you and yet you perceive something you know, even if you don't really know what it is. A sensation? A smell?

"Hey…"

A gentle, light, friendly voice. Maybe it's a bit hypocritical of him, but what does it matter to you? You're probably dreaming, he really killed you and that's your hell. It's not that bad if you can spend your pains admiring him.

His blood-colored and strawberry-colored eyes scan you attentively, there is no threat in his features, only a barely hinted smile, a smile that you adore, and a greeting from him that for some reason makes your rhythm pick up again your heart: "Good morning."

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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ATEEZ Wooyoung- School President (Oneshot)

Genre: light angst, suggestive/steamy, high school au.

Pairing: SchoolPresident!Wooyoung x badgirl!reader

Warnings: none.

"Miss L/N, detention after school till 4 p.m." your chemistry teacher said, making you mentally groan. It was the last class of the day and you were dying to go home, but now you had to stay for an extra hour. All your classmates turned to look at you, but they weren't surprised. "You still haven't submitted the assignment."

"Can I just submit it tomorrow?" you asked in a bored tone.

"No, you were supposed to submit it a week ago," she said, gathering her stuff to leave the class. "Detention with Mrs. Hwang today." You heard people around you snicker. Well, fuck. Mrs. Hwang was the strictest teacher in school. Even you were scared of her despite your badass attitude.

You got up from your seat, leaving the classroom with an annoyed expression on your face.

"Detention again, Y/N?" your bestfriend asked as she made her way to you with your other friends.

You rolled your eyes. "Ms. Jang will never fucking let me live in peace. I'll see you guys tomorrow," you said, making your way to detention.

You were surprised to find the room empty. Usually, there would always be about three or five students. Since no one was here, you decided to ditch; you would skip school the next day so that your teachers will forget about it. You turned around to leave, but ended up bumping into someone, slightly startling yourself.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at your school president and heartthrob—also called 'senior's eye candy' at your school—Jung Wooyoung.

You had to admit, he was certainly the most handsome guy you've ever seen. Jung Wooyoung was absolutely perfect. Every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. You were sure half your school tried to hit on him despite the fact that he has a girlfriend.

"Unfortunately, I'm here to make sure that you won't escape detention as Mrs. Hwang is busy, so take a seat," he said, moving around you to sit on a chair and taking a notebook out of his bag.

You always found Jung Wooyoung very interesting. Other guys like him—the nerdy ones—can't even talk to you, let alone look you in the eye. Jung Wooyoung was the complete opposite.

You sat on one of the chairs, immediately taking your phone out.

"You can't use your phone here," Wooyoung said, not looking up at you from his notebook. "Why don't you complete your assignment?"

You scoffed. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing," he said, looking at you. "It's not affecting me in any way, so I don't care. However, Ms. Jang is gonna fail you again if you don't submit your assignment."

You knew he was right. And that annoyed you; you really just wanted to shut his pretty mouth up.

"Whatever," you mumbled, taking out a notebook and the assignment sheet to start working on the reactions you had to write.

However, you were completely blank. You didn't know or understand a word given on the sheet. You bit your lip as you stared at the sheet, wondering what to do.

Finally, you took out your phone and googled all the reactions, easily finishing the assignment in less than half an hour.

"You know, you won't be able to copy during finals," Wooyoung said, closing his notebook. "Even if you're copying now, at least learn what you've copied."

"I didn't ask for your comments," you retort. He was about to say something, but his phone rang.

"Hey, baby," he answered. " . . . I'm in charge of detention today . . . Oh, that's okay," his face fell slightly. " . . . No, it's alright. We can go some other day . . . Hmm, I love you too. Bye!"

You snorted, feeling bad for the boy. You were surprised someone as smart as him hasn't figured out that his girlfriend has been cheating on him. You've seen his girlfriend shoving her tongue down random people in the club, and hitting on people at your school. You remembered how shocked you were when you first found out that she was cheating on him; because why would anyone cheat on someone as perfect as Jung Wooyoung?

"You can leave now," Wooyoung said, getting up from his seat. "Detention is over." You nodded, leaving as fast as you can, just wanting to go home and sleep.

"Your grades aren't very bad, but they aren't great either, Y/N," your class teacher said. "You'll get into an average college with these grades. But I know you can do much better. So I've asked one of the prefects to tutor you in Chemistry and Physics."

You groaned. "Can I do it by myself?"

"You wouldn't do it by yourself," she said. "Anyway, Jung Wooyoung will be tutoring you. Discuss and decide your timings with him. I expect you to score well on the next exam. I do not want to see you fail in any subject again." Before you could say anything, the door to the staff room opened, revealing none other than Jung Wooyoung. "Ah, Wooyoung, I just told Y/N that you will be tutoring her," she said. "I'm expecting you to do a great job."

Wooyoung smiled. "I won't let you down, Mrs. Park. But Y/N must put in efforts or else there's no point," he stated in a polite tone, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, that's true," she turned to look at you. "I'm expecting nothing but your best efforts, Y/N." She's always expecting something, huh, you thought. You only smiled, bowing politely.

"I'll do my best."

"What the actual fuck is this?" you mumbled, staring at the lengthy derivation written in Wooyoung's notebook. He rolled his eyes, so tired of hearing you say that to literally everything you saw written in his notebook.

"Ah, why did they have to make me tutor you of all people?" he whined. "You clearly haven't paid attention in class for even half a second."

"No one told you to accept it," you said, ignoring his last comment.

"I had to," he scoffed, stretching his arms out, making you glance at the veins on his arms. "Extra credits, you know?"

"Nerd," you muttered under your breath. He heard you, but didn't say anything. He began teaching you how to derive it; you paid attention for the first few seconds before zoning out. When you zoned back in, he asked you to explain what he just explained. You bit your lip, thinking of what to say.

He sighed. "You didn't pay attention again."

"I zoned out, sorry."

"That's what you said for the previous derivation," he said, a disappointed look on his face while he packed up his things.

"You're leaving already?" you asked, glancing at the time on your phone; you still had twenty minutes left.

"I'm not going to waste my time teaching you right now," he said. "You clearly aren't in the mood to focus." You only scoffed, watching him leave the library. You bit your lip, feeling kinda bad for not paying attention when he was making an effort to teach you.

The look of disappointment he showed you had somehow made you determined to prove that you could focus and do better.

You were at Wooyoung's house, sitting on his bed and scrolling through your social media while waiting for him to finish changing out of his uniform. You spent an entire two weeks studying your ass off, and you were proud you made a big improvement, thanks to Wooyoung. He was quite surprised that you were actually making an effort to understand whatever he taught you. You both even became friends, and you were quite happy about that.

"I'm done," he said, coming out of his bathroom, making you look up from your phone. You held your breath at the sight of Wooyoung dressed in grey sweatpants and a black tank top. You couldn't stop yourself from checking him out: the veins running down his muscled arms, his exposed collarbones, his sharp jawline, his plump lips . . .

You were so immersed into checking him out, you didn't realize he was doing the same to you. He loved how your uniform skirt rid up your thighs, and how another two buttons on your shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a little bit of your cleavage. Before you knew it, he was slowly making his way towards you, eyes now locked with yours.

"Let's start, hmm?" he said with a smirk; he knew you were checking him out.

You clear your throat a little. "Yeah, let's start."

You spent the next half an hour trying to pay attention to whatever Wooyoung was teaching you. It didn't help that he absentmindedly placed his hand on your knee, or brushed your hand with his; he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Your mind kept wandering to the things you want him to do to you right now on his bed.

" . . . and now you should tell me," he leaned a little close to you with a smirk, making your heartbeat speed up. "Which formula should be used?"

"Fuck this," you muttered, pushing the books aside before straddling Wooyoung's lap.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled, and you crashed your lips on his. He instantly kissed you back, hands moving to grip your waist. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you have been dreaming about kissing Wooyoung the second he talked back to you a year ago.

You pulled away to litter his neck in kisses, sucking the skin gently. He groaned softly, making you smirk. "Fan of neck kisses?"

"You have no idea," he said, hands moving underneath your skirt to grip your bare inner thighs. He gave it a squeeze, making you involuntarily grind down on him. He moaned at the feeling, encouraging you to do it again. You moved your lips back to his, grinding on him even more. Wooyoung's hands slipped into your panties, grabbing your ass to help you grind down on him faster. The friction made you moan, craving for more. You tugged on his shirt, breaking the kiss to let him pull it off. You ran your hand down his toned torso in awe, loving the feeling of his abs beneath your fingertips. Your eyes widened at the tattoo above his hip bone. "You have a tattoo?!"

Wooyoung gripped your hips, moving you off of him so that he could hover over you. "Mhmm, bet you never expected the nerdy school president to have a tattoo, huh?" Your hands moved to his hair, playing it with while he began to kiss your neck, driving you crazy.

Wooyoung kissed down your chest till where your shirt was unbuttoned. He glanced up at you, fingers toying with the buttons. "Can I?" he asked. You nodded, letting him unbutton your shirt and slip it off you. You sucked in a breath when he ran his fingers over the lacy material of your bra.

"Take it off," you whined, making him chuckle.

"Patience, baby," he said, one hand gently rubbing your thigh.

But you really didn't have any patience right now.

You brought his lips to yours while you moved his hand to touch you where you desperately needed him, surprising him a little. He kissed you back hungrily while his finger moved on your clothed clit, applying pressure, making you get wetter. Your moans made him smirk; he loved how he was the reason behind it.

You both got startled at the sudden sound of his garage opening. He halted his movements, pulling away from you instantly.

"One of my parents is back from work," he said, quickly putting on his tank top and handing you your uniform shirt. You quickly buttoned it and straightened out your hair; you really did not want Wooyoung's strict parents to suspect anything since they already did not like the idea of him tutoring you in his final year of high school.

Wooyoung's father knocked on his bedroom door before opening it, finding you and Wooyoung busy writing equations.

"Oh, hey, dad! How was work?" Wooyoung asked with a sweet, innocent smile like as if he wasn't smirking a few minutes ago while touching you.

"Hello, Mr. Jung," you said politely.

"Hello, Y/N," he said. "Work was all right, as usual. How is your tutoring session going?"

"Good, dad," Wooyoung said, trying to control himself from smirking. "It's going really great."

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aphrostarot · 3 years

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Future Self Pick a Pile

What does your future self have to say to you?

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Pile One (Fuchsite):

Who are you currently?

The Chariot:

You are constantly striving to achieve your dreams. Constantly on the move, never stopping for anything. You are extremely strong-willed and fearless. Despite not yet fulfilling all your dreams, you are confident nonetheless.

What does your future self have to thank you for?

Temperance:

Since you are constantly striving for success, you don't have time to strive for happiness. You instead live a life of contentment. This is good. The degrees of happiness fluctuates, but contentment is a state of equilibrium, which means there is less risk of things going wrong. Your future self wants to thank you for this. Your constant state of equilibrium has helped you become who you are meant to be.

What does your future self want you to focus on?

Emperor:

Emperors are in charge, and they are surrounded by people who listen to what they have to say. Your future self says that you need to focus on taking charge and being in control. Your future self is showing me that you are in a position of authority and that you should practice being a boss now in order to improve your leadership skills for the future.

Page of Swords:

The Page of Swords is a signal that someone in your life does not have your best interest at heart. They are spying on you in order to feed the people who do not like you. Your future self wants you to pay attention to this, to concentrate on finding out who it is; if you know who it is then you can either try to free yourself from that person or fix the relationship. Note that this person does not have to be literally in your life; they can also be someone who follows you on social media.

What does your future self want you to cut out?

Ten of Pentacles:

From the energy I feel coming from you, I get the impression that you are a person who, yes, keeps moving toward their dreams of success, but you are also always changing what you view as successful. You never stop to realize that who you are right now is who your past self never dreamed you could be. You need to realize that your future self does not recommend this mindset. It's important to slow down and realize what you've accomplished.

Some advice your future self has for you:

Queen of Wands (reversed):

If the Queen of Wands is reversed, it indicates someone who is demanding, vengeful, jealous, selfish, and a bully. In your life, perhaps you know someone like this, and your future self wants you to let this person go since you know deep down that this person isn't healthy for you and shouldn't be in your life, so now's the time to do so. Some of you don't know who this person is, which means that your future self wants you to know that if you don't heed their advice, you will become this person.

Oracle:

Storm:

Every hurricane has an end, says this card. Your future self is telling you that you should maintain your equilibrium and not stress too much about whether you will succeed or not. If anything bad happens in the future, your future self wants you to know that you will get through anything that comes your way.

Shark:

In this card, the message is that you need to get out of this situation quickly. When you hold the mentality that you are constantly striving for success, you will never allow yourself to slow down and realize that where you are now is what your past self could never have imagined.

Pile Two (Amethyst):

Who are you currently?

Eight of Wands:

Currently, you are highly motivated to achieve your goals, and you aren't afraid of change. You are moving through life very quickly. Your motivation comes from your excitement about what lies ahead. Additionally, you may have noticed that your communication has been much better lately than it has been in the past. You're more motivated to write, post on social media, and respond to emails.

What does your future self have to thank you for?

Queen of Swords:

This Queen doesn’t let anyone walk all over them and everyone around them knows where they stand with them. Those are the qualities that define you. Being an advocate for yourself and making sure you are treated properly are two of your strengths. Your future self wants to thank you for that.

The Lovers:

Given that you know what kind of treatment you deserve, it makes sense that you love yourself. The most important thing is to love yourself. In your eyes, if no one likes you, then it is okay because you love yourself. Because you give yourself that kind of love, you know what kind of love you deserve. Your future self wants to also thank you for that.

What does your future self want you to focus on?

Ace of Cups:

Since you know what kind of love you deserve, you refuse to settle for less which is great, but you have reached a point in your life where you believe no one will ever be what you need, so you have stopped looking. Your future self wants you to start looking again because there is someone out there that will give you the love you deserve. According to the energy I'm receiving from them, you will find someone one day who makes you happy and loves you the way you deserve. They don’t want you to give up on love because you may miss out on this.

What does your future self want you to cut out?

The Sun:

Presently, you think that only you can make yourself happy, and that is not a healthy way to live. Let other people make you happy because that's what your future self wants. It is not necessary for you to be the only one in your life. It is okay to let others in.

The Well:

This goes along with The Sun. Taking care of yourself does not necessarily mean you're the only one doing it. It's okay to let other people into your life. It is okay to let other people care for you.

Some advice your future self has for you:

Eight of Cups:

Your future self wants you to let go of the idea that you only have you in your life and that is how it will always be. They want you to accept others into your life, accept love from others because others can give you the love you deserve it doesn’t have to always be you.

Two of Pentacles:

They want you to have a sense of balance in your life. Although you have been alone for so long and that is what makes you happy, there may still be a part of you that hopes someone will break through your walls and make you happy. The problem is that you never allow anyone into your life, so this never happens. According to your future self, you need to find balance, and the best way to do this is to slowly let people into your life.

Oracle:

Feast:

This card urges you to slow down and enjoy your life. You've been living life so fast and focusing on making yourself happy that you haven't realized how much you have accomplished. You are constantly on the move trying to fill the void that you do not realize how much you have accomplished for yourself. It is important to your future self that you slow down and acknowledge how far you have come.

Escapist:

This card's message is to come home to yourself. You have been running for so long trying to fill your void that you don't even realize where you are now. Take a break from that constant running and recognize that you don't have to fill that void constantly by running, but taking a break can fill it too.

Pile Three (Amazonite):

Who are you currently?

Five of Pentacles:

Currently, you are going through a very dark period. There have been many sudden losses for you, and this has made you very depressed. The last few months have been tough for you and you haven't felt like yourself because of it.

What does your future self have to thank you for?

Seven of Swords:

No matter what you've been through in your life, you've never let it stop you. No matter what happens, you continue to fight and stand your ground. As the card of betrayal, you may have had someone in your life who was not healthy for you, they did not treat you the way you deserved. Your future self wants to thank you for being so strong and overcoming all of your struggles.

What does your future self want you to focus on?

Knight of Wands:

The card of enthusiasm. Although your future self knows that you have endured a lot in your life, they say that now is not the time to give up hope because you will get through this. Your focus should be on finding enthusiasm for your life again, that's what they want.

What does your future self want you to cut out?

Seven of Wands:

The Seven of Wands is the card of fights. Someone in your life is causing you a lot of drama. You should cut this person out of your life, according to your future self. They say they are not healthy for you and that your life will be much better when they are not around.

Some advice your future self has for you:

The Sun:

It's time to find happiness again. The most important thing is to figure out what makes you happy right now and to allow yourself to feel that happiness because yes, you have been through a lot, but that doesn't mean you don't need happiness because you do.

Oracle:

Homeward:

This is the card that tells you to take yourself out on a date. To love yourself in the way that you deserve because you do deserve it. Take care of yourself right now. Do something that makes you happy. Do a self-care night, run a bath or shower, lather yourself up in some nice smelling lotion, and put some comfy clothes on. Watch a movie or tv show that you have always wanted to.

Sun:

The sun can always be painted back into your sky. It is up to you to discover and pursue your own happiness. It is not necessary to live in sadness forever. Remember that good mental health is a journey, not a destination. You can get through this, and there will always be things that make you happy. All you have to do is figure out what they are right now. Finding something new to make you happy will assist, it doesn't need to be what made you happy in the past.

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babykatsu · 4 years

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𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨

PAIRING: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

STATUS: ongoing

RATING: sfw

GENRE: smau, crack, lil bit of angst, aged up, fluff

WORDCOUNT: 2k

WARNINGS: mentions of romantic relations, kissing, honestly just fluff.

15: 𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤

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AUTHORS NOTE:

AAAAAAAA FINALLY!!! the long awaited moment🥺🥺🥺 UGH i love soft katsu sooo soooo soooo muchh🥰 i hope you guys enjoy this part!

Unfamiliar faces swarmed you, hustling and bustling to their destinations as you stupidly stood in a corner eyeing the scene unravel. Eyes darting across every individual that passed, nervously hoping to see the all too familiar blonde-haired boy emerge from the crowd. But just as much as you wanted to spot him in the train station filled with strangers, you couldn’t help the anxious feeling that burnt at the pit of your stomach.

You were beyond nervous, heart racing and mouth dry at the mere thought of the meet up with Bakugou. But more so, you were excited at the prospect. You’d been talking to him on a friendly bases for a while, maybe even more than just friends, and because of that, you came to your senses to forgive him.

Maybe you were being just a tad bit dramatic after all, but you needed to let your emotions out when you were hit with the news. The news of the person behind the 'anonymous' boy you were texting day in and day out.

You brushed these thoughts aside however at this moment, eyes still searching for the explosive boy in the body of people. Occasionally glancing at your phone to check the time.

“He should be here by now” you quirky mumbled to yourself, monitoring your phone for the million times in the past few minutes.

You felt a mix of enthusiasm and nervousness seeping through you as you awaited his arrival. Mouth desert, palms somewhat sweaty and body tense as you stood idle.

You finally looked back up again from your phone, taking another gander around the crowd. Eyes grounding on someone with a vibrant orange puffer jacket. And that’s exactly when your heart abruptly dropped at the sight of him. His vermillion eyes beaming through the plain crowd. It wasn’t just his red orbs that stood out, it was his god damn obnoxious jacket.

He looked clueless as his eyes flew around the station and its cluster of people. You had to put all your nerves at ease and approach him yourself. Unlike him, you wore a less vibrant outfit so you doubted he would spot you.

You took eager steps in his direction, getting more excited as you came closer to him. One step, two steps, three steps. Space between you two grew slimmer. With a sudden spin of his head in your direction, your eyes met. Slowing down, you gave him an innocent smile. And when he was finally just a meter away from you, A buzz of emotion shot through as an unexpected urge to leap in for a hug washed over you. So you do just that, wrapping your arms swiftly around his waist and resting your head against his chest.

There was a pause for a moment before he hugged you back. Your actions were slightly shocking to him after all. Not only because you were mad at him just the other day, but there’s no denying it’s rare for a person to be this daring to go in for an embrace with him. Either way, once he snaked his arms around you, he hugged you tightly. He held you as though he would never get this chance again, swaying side to side in each other's embrace. No words said between the two of you as you just bathed in one another's company.

You took this moment to take in his being: the woody cologne that drenched his body, the warmth of his body against yours and the rhythmic beating of his heart. To think this was the boy you once knew and hated in high school was absurd.

Bakugou, on the other hand, was in a state of complete shock. First of all, you looked absolutely gorgeous. The way your clothes fit you so well, the way your hair carefully shaped your face, even the delicate scent that surrounded you had him swooning. But most of all, the way you felt wrapped around him gave him a rare fluttering feeling. He was in perplexed and confused as to how you could make him feel this way. He knew he liked you before but being with you in this very moment only enhanced his feelings.

You held onto each other for a short while before pulling away, Bakugou's face glazed in a soft pinky blush.

"Someone's excited" you giggle, examining every intricate facial feature.

"Speak for yourself, dumbass. I'm not the one jumping onto people"

His response to you was followed by a cocky smirk, his blush fading as his confidence blossomed. This time you were the one slightly flustered, commemorating the actions you took simply seconds ago. Pushing his shoulder gently with the palm of your hand, you wave his comment off with a light giggle. You heard his raspy laugh escape his rosy lips, as you teased him back. It was by far the most unexpected occurrence that day. His laugh was so foreign, it swarmed butterflies in your stomach. If only he laughed more often...

"So, what's the plan?" You question him.

It was a little past 4 pm, and you weren't quite sure what Bakugou was plotting with this last-minute meetup. Maybe he didn't even have a plan, to begin with.

"This is your side of town, not mine" He starts, shoving his hands in his pockets as he began taking gradual steps towards the station's exit. "Want to tell me where I could treat you to something" he gave you a small smile as he turned to look back at you, waiting for you to catch up with him.

His generosity didn't go unnoticed, and you surely were blown away by his offer.

"Katsuki- don't buy me anything!" You protest as you leave the station.

The light gushes of wind blew against your skin softly, the evening air settling in as night leisurely approached.

"Don't be an idiot, I'm buying you something regardless"

You were impressed, to say the least with this offer and certainty when it came to getting you something.

"Hmm, I'm craving lychee bubble tea as well. Don't get too excited" And there he goes again being his usual asshole self trying to hide his soft side for you.

You just laughed at his comment, amused by his childish tendencies when it came to his emotions.

"Whatever you say, you big baby"

There were a handful of places where you could purchase boba tea, so you scanned your surroundings for the nearest cafes. It took you a moment to spot a cafe. But once you did, you leaned against Bakugou and smoothly wrapping your arm around his in excitement.

"Look, over there" You pointed at a small cafe across the road.

As you dropped subtle flirts Bakugou's way, his whole syst5em was gooing off at the contact between you two. It's not like he hadn't been like this with someone before, but you being the one part taking in such actions made him lose composure.

"You like that cafe?" He made sure as you gave him a nod of reassurance before walking towards the cafe.

You spent the next hour in there, giggling and indulging in the drinks he purchased. It was unexpected how well your conversation flowed, how natural it all felt. Not to mention his subtle caring nature towards you. It wasn't entirely obvious at first glance, but well hidden in his mannerism.

Like for example, not even for a moment did he swerve his attention away from you, always engaged in the conversations you shared. Even when you were rambling about the most stupid of things. Or even the way he would fix a crease in your shirt, removing the random lint that clung onto the cotton fabric of your shirt and even wiping a bit of tea that somehow managed to land on the corner of your mouth due to your constant rambling.

All these seemingly meaningless actions gave you goosebumps as he did them without hesitation or comment like it was something natural to do. Keeping in mind you weren't on the best terms during your time in high school.

It was safe to say that he had truly improved as a person and god did you love it. Spending time together in a tiny cafe made you see just how much you liked him after all.

Sadly as much as you wanted to spend more time with him, your time was limited.

You walked hand in hand with blonde, his thumb gently stroked you as your fingers intertwined. You took a diversion back home, walking through an empty park with the perfect view of the sunset ahead of you. The gentle honey-coloured sky painted the trees in its warm hue. In contrast, the wind had picked up and shivers trickled down your spine.

"I had a lot of fun" You smiled his way, glancing at his side profile as you walked down cobbled pathway.

You watched the smirk growing on his face, stopping in his tracks to look over at you. The sunset cast a delicate glow across his face, a gentle orange tint reflecting on his ruby eyes as he locked his eyes with yours.

"Me too. I just want to say sorry once more"

Knitting your brows together, you gave him a confused expression.

"You've apologised for enough, I promise" you shoot him another smile, his arms dropping to hang around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"If anything, I should say sorry for how I reacted" He snarled at your response.

"Don't be an idiot y/n. You don't need to say sorry or anything" a tight squeeze was given as he held you tighter now.

"But I do!"

"Just shut up" he gave you breathy grin, watching you slightly panic at nothing.

As you were about to resume your chattering, he leaned his face closer, his soft lips landing on yours. His lips felt smooth and plump against yours, not daring to move any more, anticipating for you to reciprocate the kiss. And you did just that, fluttering your eyelids shut. Draping your arms around his shoulders, you kissed him back. Your mouths harmonised as you both melted into the kiss, delicately moving. His hands lingered around your waist, one coming up to your face, cupping your cheek in his palm. You could feel the overabundance of emotions that came from him in this very kiss. He held you tightly yet every move he made was with consideration, his lips danced with yours in passion as he deepened the kiss, but never being rough or forceful. If it was even possible, you were falling for him more and more by the second. His delicious caramel taste caressed you as he explored your mouth and your body quivered under his hand's tracks.

Slowly, you both pulled away. Lips glazed and reddened, the breeze cooling them as wind met the moisture that covered them.

"That shut you up?" you could feel his confidence spike once more, the flirty aroma the surrounded you evident.

"Hmmm, I don't know just yet" you pretened to think. "Try again"

He rolled his eyes at you, giving your lips another gentle peck. Capturing your bottom lips between his teeth, tugging at them as he pulled away with a devious smirk. Heat rushed to your face, hearing him laugh at your shocked expression as you buried your face in his chest.

"You can't deny it now, it definitely worked"

He let out a sigh before resuming.

"But on a serious note y/n" He captured your gaze one more as you looked up at him.

"If I didn't make it obvious already, I really fucking like you" You blushed at his confession. "And I don't want this to be the last time we spend time together"

You grinned at him, responding enthusiastically.

"I like you too, I honestly had so much fun tonight"

"Would it be too early to ask you to be my girlfriend?" His cheeks were turning a faint red colour, flustered with his comment.

"Not at all!" You beamed.

"Then you're all mine" He finished off before clutching you tightly in a bear hug, his chin resting atop your head.

Once again, you resumed your walk together towards the station, conversating about random topics and laughing at nonsense. Before you even knew it, you two were back at the station were it all had started. You were going to miss him, already planning the next time you both could see each other again.

"I don't want you to leave" You pouted, going in for one final hug

"I'll see you next week, dumbass"

You jokingly rolled your eyes at him.

You watched him remove his orange jacket, handing the article of clothing to you.

"Thank you, but that's a bit random" you laugh as you take the jacket from him, putting your hands through the armholes.

As you wrap yourself in his jacket, his cologne instantly surrounds you.

"You can keep it until we see each other next" He pecks you lips promptly with a petite smile on his lips.

You exchange in your last goodbyes and the concluded your day with him, rushing home to shoot him a message.

Anonymous was a really effective app when it came to meeting new people for sure...

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VENGEANCE T.D.

Summary: After Jason’s death, Tim was the one person that you could lean on, now more than ever.

Tim x reader and Sister!reader x Jason

Warning: Jason’s death, obviously. swears

A/N: I’m not entirely content with this, might fuck with a part two, who knows.

GIF not mine

Part Two

Word count: 2.6k

Jason Todd didn't hate Tim Drake.

He never hated Tim, he hated Bruce for allowing Tim to be put into the same situation that he was in. Jason never wanted to see another Robin be brutally murdered like he was. He never wanted another opportunity for some innocent kid who was just trying to make good in the world be beaten to death.

Jason did however, hate Bruce for not getting revenge on his behalf. He hated that Bruce never killed the Joker for killing him. That was why he was filled with so much hate towards the Wayne family. He thought he meant enough to Bruce to cross the line for once. Then again, he also thought that you would too.

You were Jason's younger sister, only by just under two years but he acted as if he was your parent half the time. When the two of you got taken in by Bruce, he became even more protective over you - if that was even possible. You were all Jason had for a very long time.

The shit that the two of you had gone through together, the things that you needed to do to survive, well, nothing could break that bond. Nothing besides the Joker.

The Joker took Jason away from you. When Jason found out that your mother was alive, he went on his own. He knew too well that you would want nothing to do with her - the two of you never got along, not that it was very easy to get along with her in the first place.

So, when Jason was on that cold, concrete floor, beaten half to death and blood dripping everywhere, his last thought was that he was glad you never came with him. He was glad that you never had to go through the pain that he did and the death that followed.

You had never felt so much pain in your life. The heartbreak that Jason's death caused you broke you in ways that you didn't think possible. Jason was the only one that was there for you when you needed someone, he was always the person who knew the right things to say, and wouldn't hesitate to get his hands dirty and make someone pay if they dared hurt you.

Jason was the best big brother you could have ever imagined. Losing him, was like losing a piece of yourself. You couldn't take the pain of missing your other half - so, just like Bruce had done, you put every spare moment of time out on the streets. Your mantle of Batgirl was upheld, but your antics more violent.

Bruce saw it, GCPD saw it, even Dick saw it and he barely stepped foot into the manor after his departure and fight with Bruce. However, no one said anything about it. Bruce was just the same, if not worse. His punches became harder, never ending until his victim was barely breathing. So close to crossing the line, but never far enough to not be able to come back.

And then Tim Drake came around.

He somehow figured out Bruce was Batman and that you were Batgirl. He knew that the two of you needed a Robin, someone that would keep you from passing that line for good. So Bruce took him in, he trained Tim and made him the next Robin.

You didn't mind Tim. He was a nice guy - even though you were very rude to him at first. The loss of Jason turned you in to a completely different person. Cold, untrusting, snappy, nothing like you used to be. He knew what had happened and tried his best to make life better for you.

Slowly, you started to warm up to Tim. You saw him less as a replacement to your brother and more of a friend. He didn't want you to think that he replaced Jason, he simply wanted to help to make sure that you and Batman kept your morals that you spent years maintaining.

He was the reason that you never crossed that line. Tim stopped you from killing the Joker. The moment that he popped his out of the twisted shadows he hid within, you were there, beating the ever living hell out of him. All you could see was him beating Jason, an innocent kid. You did this for Jason, to avenge him.

Joker was left in a bloody, beaten, lifeless pulp when you were done with him. Broken ribs, displaced knees, so much blood on his face that he wasn't recognizable. You wanted to kill him, you tried to, but Tim was the one to swoop in the last minute, stopping you from something you would regret for the rest of your life.

You broke down in his arms, crying that your brother was gone and that he was right, killing the Joker wouldn't bring him back. Tim held you as you bawled, promising that he would be there for you, no matter the pain. You just wanted to feel something other than the heartbreak that filled your chest - so Tim changed that.

Instead of grief, he filled you with happiness, love, desire. Upon trying to help you, Tim fell in love with you along the way. He spent hours with you, training to be better, crying on the year death of your brother, anything to distract you from the pain. He was there with you every step of the way.

He was scared to tell you how he felt. Scared that you only saw him as a crutch rather than a lover.

On the night of a Wayne gala, he couldn't hold his tongue any longer. You wore the most gorgeous gown that he had ever seen, or maybe it was just because you were the one in it. So, when the two of you danced, hand in hand and effortless gliding across the ballroom, he ended the dance with a kiss.

You weren't expecting it, but the moment that he had his lips on yours, you completely melted into him. Feelings that you never realized were even there erupted through your whole body, a happiness that you hadn't felt since that day. Tim swept you off your feet, literally.

You were happy with Tim. He brought a smile to your face on the hardest of days. Patrolling became something that you looked forward to again rather than feeling like a chore. You were no longer as violent as you once were, Bruce was slowly feeling the same way. Tim brought a light to both of your lives.

Things finally seemed like they were getting back to a place of normalcy. You could sleep at night without waking up from a nightmare, visit Jason's grave (something that was always too painful to do before Tim), even go into Jason's old room. Things were getting easier, but the pain was still there.

"Batgirl to Robin," you spoke over the comms. It was a pretty normal night on patrol - a few common thugs but nothing major. A new and improved Batgirl suit covered your body - you had finally outgrown the old one.

"Robin."

"How do you feel about a late night sushi date after this?" It was nearing the end of your guys night and you were starting to get hungry. The bright lights of a 24-hour sushi restaurant were catching your attention.

"You always hated sushi."

The voice made you jump. This wasn't Tim's voice, in fact it wasn't even over the comms. It was coming from right behind you. Not very many people could sneak up on you - in fact only Batman was able to and this sure as hell wasn't Batman. A tall man with a red helmet and guns holstered on his hips stood before you.

His voice was distorted and you had no idea who it was or where they had come from. Gotham was filled with all kinds of crazy, but only few were skilled enough to best you.

However, it was what he had known about you that threw you off - hating sushi. It was true, you never liked sushi until you met Tim. He had taken you there on a date one evening and before you could complain about the choice of food, he had given you the best meal of your life. Not only did you like the food now, but eating it always reminded you of him.

You decided that attacking first, asking questions later was your best choice. You didn't know who this guy was but you weren't planning on finding out the hard way. This guy could be wanting to kill you - not that you would be surprised. After upholding the mantle for several years after Barbra, you had a pretty long list of enemies.

This guy, wasn't one of them. Yet.

Whoever he was, he knew how to fight. Every move that you pulled on him, he somehow knew how to block, counter, or predict. He managed to dodge nearly all of your attempts at a batarang hit and those that he wasn't able to dodge, deflected off of his helmet. He was good, maybe better than you.

You landed several good punches on him. Since his helmet seemed to be strong, you aimed for the ribs, the knees, and shoulders. However, it seemed that with every hit you got, he had returned. Pain flared up in your ribs and you were sure that they were cracked, if not broken.

The man's kick had pushed you across the roof and you landed painful against the ground. A loud groan was emitted and all the wind was knocked out of your lungs. This guy was good, there was no way that you could take him on your own.

"Robin I-" you never got to finish you sentence. A loud gunshot rang out with a bullet zooming right by your ear. Ringing filled your head and you flinched away from your earpiece.

"Batgirl? Batgirl! What happened? (Y/N)!" Tim yelled. You didn't dare reach to try and speak to him again. Not when his gun was out and pointed right at you. Instead, you raised your arms in a temporary surrender. This man, he obviously wanted something otherwise he would have shot you already.

"What do you want? Who are you?" He never lowered his gun. You narrowed your eyes at him, "you're not going to kill me, so what the hell do you want. Better make it quick, the Bats is on his way."

"You've gotten better at being Batgirl," He finally spoke again. The modulated voice rang loud and clear in the traffic filled night. "I still beat you though, just like always."

Just like always? What the hell was this guy talking about. You had never met him before in your life. You had fought a lot of people in your line of work but you would have remember someone like him - someone that could put you on your ass in a matter of minutes.

A fear began to well in your chest about what was going to happen to you. A fear that maybe this man would bring you to the same demise as your brother. It had been a long time since you feared death.

"What do you want?" You repeated a final time. With a wince, you pushed yourself off the ground, eye level with the barrel of his gun. Obviously, he didn't trust you enough for you to be standing without a weapon pointed between your eyes. You just hoped that Tim and Bruce would show up fast enough before this guy could do anything to you.

"Your brother would be disappointed in you."

Your breath caught in your throat. How did he know about Jason? How did he know what had happened to him? And mostly importantly, how did he know that you could never bring yourself to kill the joker? This man knew who you were, your real identity - or maybe he was just bluffing.

You didn't give him a reaction, that had to have been what he was looking for. How he knew your brother - and you- and why he was interested in the relationship, left you more confused than anything. You wanted to know how this man was, and more importantly, you wanted to know what he wanted.

"You don't know anything about me."

"I know everything about you," he argued, his voice rising. "You couldn't avenge your brother, you let Batman replace him, what else have you done?"

"He never would have wanted me to cross that line, because he knew I would never be able to come back!" You matched his voice. Your fists clenched at your sides and you suddenly felt furious that this man standing in front of you pretended that he knew who you were and who Jason was.

"He would have wanted you to make sure that no one took the mantle of Robin again, he would have wanted you to make sure that no one would have to share the same death as him but what did you do? You welcomed the replacement right into your bed!" This man seemed to know more about your life than you would have ever thought.

Very few people knew your identity, Tim's, and Bruce's. You made sure that it was kept well under wraps so that cases like this would never have happened. No, this stranger was taunting you in the worst kinds of ways - your brother, and what he meant to you.

You always thought that you had done Jason's memory well - maybe not perfect but he wouldn't have been wanted to be remembered as the perfect son. He was brave, dauntless, he acted real and never caved into the posh society that the two of you were dragged into. Jason was human, and you made sure he was remembered that way.

Your jaw clenched and you swore that you face twitched in anger. Seeing red, you didn't notice that the man had picked up one of your previously thrown batarangs and threw it right into your shoulder. You cried out in pain and before you could retaliate, he was gone. You braced yourself for the pain and pulled out the metal just as Tim arrived on the rooftop with you.

"(Y/N)," Tim sighed in relief. He rushed over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. His hands cupped your face and without thinking, he kissed you. "I was so worried, you didn't answer and I heard the gunshot. I thought you were dead." You shook your head, still fazed by the interaction.

"He knew who I was," You voice trembled. You finally looked over at Tim. He saw the blood drip from your shoulder and pressed his hand into the wound to hopefully slow the bleeding. "He knew who Jason was. Tim, h-he... the things he said, he thought that I would have been a disappointment to him."

"You know that's bull," Tim promised you. You were too much of an emotional mess to even feel the pain coursing through your body. "Jason would be so proud of the person you've become. You've saved so many lives - he would be happy for you. We're going to find this guy, he'll get the justice he deserves."

"No," You shook your head. The anger that he had cast upon you only kept growing in your chest. No one, disrespected your brother's memory, ever. You were going to make sure of that.

"I want him dead."

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dreamii-yume · 4 years

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Ohh Queen Yume you've opened the floodgates!! Which guys would be head over heels over a gorgeous, kind sensei!MC?? Who would feel conflicted about their feelings and who are shameless enough to try to pursue her?

“Tell the guards to open up...THE GATES~”

EVERYONE (΄◉◞౪◟◉｀) fight me with this one, Darlings.

Everyone would be up our Darling Sensei’s ass, I BET YOU MY LIFE SUPPORT. The better question at this point would be asking which wouldn’t be attracted to a beautiful Sensei lol

Riddle would act as if it’s the end of the world as falling in love with a teacher is a huge violation of many rules. Though he sometimes slips up with little gestures that makes him stutter and blush uncharacteristically, he can hide his emotions very well. He will try to kill these forbidden feelings, but doing so just breaks his heart. He secretly wants you to come and save him, recognizing him like he does withyou.

Deuce would be ashamed for falling in love with a teacher, how can he tell his mother about this? He came here to become a model student, not to become so attached to his own instructor. He tries to hide as much as he can but he’s a blushing mess with just the slightest attention from you, anyone could instantly tell what’s up. It’s just a matter of time before Sensei herself realized this precious boy’s feelings.

Jack is conflicted. Why was he feeling this way towards his teacher out of all people available? I see him as someone who fully respects you, he’ll be less violent and even if you haven’t noticed, you already got him perfectly tamed. He’ll keep his feelings for himself and wouldn’t ever plan to tell anyone. Though people have been noticing how slightly protective he’s being with you, of course he’ll violently deny them all. But sometimes it can’t be helped, his own tail would involuntary sway back and forth so excitedly if you go as far as to graze him.

Sebek doesn’t seem to like it, poor boy is just really confused. He should already be dedicated to his young master, he doesn’t need these silly feelings to add to his plate! You’re a teacher! You’re a person that he should respect and pay attention to for knowledge but instead, he’s disgusted at the way you haunt his dreams every night! He can’t believe he’s already falling in love with a human like you! Stop making him feel all giddy on the inside, it’s some sort of spell, isn’t it!?

Poor Idia just can’t take a break, can he? When he’s already stuck in a school full of self-centered brats, how dare you come and knock at his closed-off, introverted heart? He knew these kinds of scenarios from all the dating sims he’ve played but never in his life had he thought that he will find himself in the same situation. That being said, he’s still anxious to come and talk to you personally, his tablet was one way but even that doesn’t feel enough. He might really be going crazy as he starts to want to go outside just to meet you...

Silver can’t seem to put two and two together, he couldn’t quite figure out why his heart was beating so fast for his Darling Sensei. He would ask his father for any explanation but wouldn’t get anything out of it but a simple chuckle. That’s fine, something tells him that he wouldn’t be able to trust his advices anyway. Whatever it is, he’s quite fond of it and he doesn’t seem to care much, he does become really sad when you’re away though.

As we already established, Ace can be quite shameless when it comes to his feelings. He won’t outright say what he feels for you, but he’ll constantly flirt and tease you when he has the chance. Don’t be surprised when you begin to notice him actually trying to cope a feel or looking up your skirt because that’s just him. Also, be careful, he’s very prone to using dirty handed tricks to capture your attention.

Leona is another shameless one, he doesn’t care about status, if he sees a prey, it’s just natural for him to bite from the neck, right? What’s wrong with being a little older? He’s not even that young compared to these useless herbivore, he’s the best that you can get. It wouldn’t be much of an exaggeration to say that your class might just be the only class that Leona wouldn’t skip. Mainly because he might miss some exclusive view of you, like when your skirt would hitch up every time you bend over to grab something. He wouldn’t hesitate to grope either, that ass is just too tempting not to bite to at least once.

Floyd is difficult to deal with, since he’s likely the most shameless one out of the bunch. He doesn’t care about you being a teacher, Sensei is Sensei regardless! He’ll bother you at every opportunity he gets and at every place he sees you at. He’ll make excuses to meet you up, even going as far as to skip class just so you could take the effort and search for him. It bothers you a little that this particular student of yours constantly keeps asking questions about your lectures even if he always seems to already know the answer.

I’d say Malleus would also be shameless but he doesn’t actually realize that he’s being one. Forgive him for acting so strangely possessive and clingy around you, following you everywhere like a lost baby animal. It’s just that he’s not familiar with having romantic feelings with someone, let alone a mere human. He doesn’t see anything special in your role as a teacher, he had lived much, much longer than you after all.

Lilia is amused, to think that someone as wise as him had actually fallen in love with someone who was supposed to be his ‘teacher’. Never in his long life had he found himself in this kind of situation, it’s interesting! It’s not like it’s a problem anyway, you are nothing more than a child compared to his actual age, you’re just a mortal teaching him stuff that he already knew. But it doesn’t hurt to take advantage of his youthful appearance now, does it? Lilia’s excited to know where this relationship can go.

Sometimes, Trey and Jamil just doesn’t feel like a student to you. Being a lot more mature than the other students, you just can’t help but to rely on them for a lot of things. Maybe that’s probably why you’ll never notice how deeply in love these two are with you, they’re just that good when it comes to hiding emotions. They’ll give subtle hints here and there and Trey, most likely, might even flirt with you at some point but you’ll be so familiar with him by now that you wouldn’t even mind. I’d say Trey’s a bit on the shameless side, but not in a way that makes him clingy while Jamil is the type to just keep quiet but secretly and skillfully making moves.

Cater is categorized as shameless when it comes to expressing his feelings, but when Darling’s a teacher, things becomes a little...complicated. Don’t get him wrong, he’ll be the same as always, so talkative and energetic around you, even calling out for you with a cute nickname. He’ll even flirt like you’re the same age as him but he would always make it seem like a joke. If you’re a teacher, he’ll also be very careful about posting something about you in his Magicam, he knows how this works anyway. One word out that you’re becoming too close with a particular student, you’ll risk losing your job. Cater doesn’t want that happening anytime soon, but just know that he can make it happen too if he absolutely needs to. Until then, it’s all good and dandy!

Ruggie wouldn’t be guilty nor conflicted about his feelings, but he wouldn’t be as shameless as to scream out his feelings to everyone around him. No, only an idiot will do that and it’s embarrassing so, no thank you. Instead, he can play the long game, he’s a patient guy despite how he looks. Besides, he’s used to these kinds of stuff by now so it’s not that much different~! Expect many coincidences with him in it though!

Azul appears to be very calm on the inside, always helping you out whenever you need him without asking for anything in return. That’s what he is, a simp a gracious student ready to help his dear teacher out any time! But that’s what you think, in reality, he’s just desperately trying to earn your favor by being your “Yes-man”. He believes that if he became the goodest boy in your eyes, you’ll be able to love him as much as he does with you. Although, just expect a few tears and tantrums when he doesn’t get his way though.

Jade is so different from his brother that it surprises you that they’re even twins in the first place. He respects your boundaries, even if he wanted nothing more than to become as shameless as his other half. He’s very active when it comes to your lessons too, always paying attention with the greatest interest. He even serves you tea as refreshments and helps you with work if he feels as if you’re overworking yourself. He’s not really the type to care whether you’re a teacher, “I wonder~?” He’ll be very vague about it if anyone dares to ask but if you look closely, that smile says it all.

Kalim wouldn’t be able to recognize his feelings for a really long time. He’ll think it’s just normal to feel this way, for his heart to beat this fast, for his face to heat up, for thoughts of you to flow through his head even at night. But when he does, all those times he shamelessly clung to you and talked to you will come back to attack him all at once. He’ll actually lower down his affection levels because he was told that liking a teacher is bad and it might actually cost you your job. But it’s so difficult! It wouldn’t hurt to spend...a little more time with you, would it!?

Vil thinks it’s stupid of him and of you. He thinks he’s stupid for falling in love with someone like you, his own teacher, it’s unbelievable how low his standards had become. But at the same time, he thinks you’re stupid for not being able to understand why he fell in love with you in the first place too. Despite the salt of falling in love with someone like you of all people, it doesn’t change the fact the he’ll keep on striving to become the best for you. He wants you to notice him, notice his improvements, and make you feel how lucky you are for catching his attention, so would you try and look at him in a different way for once?

Rook just loves anyone and anything, does he? Everything is beautiful in his eyes and yet, there was something about you that shines the brightest amongst all others. There should be no shame in expressing his feelings, he’ll shout it out loud to world. His eccentric personality is working against his favor too, even if honestly and openly admitted his feelings towards you with everyone, no one will actually take it seriously. But what others perceives to be true isn’t always true, Darling.

I’m not quite sure where to put Epel in all of this, something’s telling me that he would be on the shameless side only if he’s willing to show his much more aggressive side. However, I can imagine him being worried to show that side to you, since you were already put under the impression that he’s a dainty, gentle boy. Although he doesn’t like being treated like he’s the most fragile thing of all people, he can’t deny the attention he gets from you whenever he’s acting like this. Epel doesn’t really seem to care if you’re a teacher in all of this, he knew that it’s not good but he’s determined. Once he graduates, he’ll definitely make a move on you so, just you wait...!

Before I knew it, I made something for every character holy shi- my teacher kink is terrifying.

Also, yes, Darlings! Yume changed her usename from “amai-no-yume” to “dreamii-yume”! ( ＾∀＾) To tell you the truth, I didn’t expect to like posting sins in tumblr this much ヽ(；▽；) So I ended picking such a half-ass username! But now, I decided to change it to something hopefully cuter and more appropriate! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Nice to meet you again, Darlings~!

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