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Not Now 2 :Fem!Teacher!France x Fem!Teacher!ReaderSaviours
~Fem!Teacher!France x Fem!Teacher!Reader~
"Remember to reader chapter 5 of the book! Have a great weekend! I'll see you all on Tuesday!"
The last period of the day had finished and all the teens had left in a hurry, the loud noise of talking filling the atmosphere. The English teacher sighed, walking over to her desk and sitting in her chair. She decided to stay after hours to finish grading tests, knowing that if she did them at home, she wouldn't get them done do to Françoise.
She gripped her pencil, tapping it against the wooden desk. She flipped through a student's test. She furrowed her eyebrows as she flipped quickly quickly through it.
"But everyone was in 8th period today." She mumbled to herself.
She grabbed the attendants sheet and marked off which students test she had.
She realized she had everyone's, except,
She dropped her head on the table and sighed once more.
"I swear t
Not Now :Fem!Teacher!France x Fem!Teacher!Reader:Saviours
~Fem!France x Fem!Reader~
(Name) sat at her desk, grading her students tests. She was freshly out of college with a masters degree in English. It was her first year as a 11th grade English teacher and so far, it has been nothing but delightful. She quickly made friends with a few teachers and not to mention her best friend, Felicia, was the art teacher. Her students loved her and she loved them back. Though the only thing that bothered her is when the Social Studies teacher, Mr. Jones, would always try to get a date with her. She always made excuses, such as;
"I'm busy that night."
"I just want to focus on my job."
"I'm too busy for a relationship."
But he would never give up. She would never date him, mainly because her heart belong to someone else. A women. The French teacher, Françoise Bonnefoy. Oh, how in love she was with Ms. Bonnefoy. Their relationship started within the first week of school when Françoise came up to the (Hair Color)'s classroom and star
The Butcher Shop (AmericaXReader)ObeytheMochi
Everything is fine; I literally don’t need any more help.
They had been blessed with the overwhelming muteness that would bind it’s self around each of them, restricting their airways in till someone would mutter a little something. This little something would be on the lines of ‘How does this make you feel?’ or ‘I feel nothing’.
The whole situation was sour and completely unnecessary in his eyes. But his eyes had seen hell, so she believed he was underestimating the problem.
Tapping her black inked pen along the yellow padded paper, she decided to speak more to him. “So what do you do for a living, Mr. Jones?” She asked, making small talk.
He looked up from his hands, watching as her (EyeColor) eyes seemed to be looking into his skull, reading his thoughts. He felt troubled. “Oh, uh, I’m a math teacher.” He informed in a small voice, looking back down at his hands. He chuckled. “I keep forgetting yo
Pirate!Spain x Mermaid!Reader- [Intro]Mistress-Of-Monsters
The gentle, fragile light of the full moon shone down onto the dark expanse of the sea, making the water shimmer as it twisted and turned. A small, uneven rocky outcropping of shoreline jutted from above the froth of the waves, quite a bit father out than the rest. Seaweed and various ocean debris clung to the small pockets in the stone, accompanying the various crustaceans and barnacles that lay stubbornly within the shallow pools. A small cluster of whirlpools lay around it, unseen and deadly. It was there that you emerged, slowly, carefully, pausing to look around you before hauling yourself onto the tall stretch of solid earth. Your smooth scales glimmered in the faint light, slowly shifting until they once more looked like skin, your usual blues and grays replaced with more human tones as the air came into contact with your skin. Fingers formed where before had been nothing more than webbed hands, your claws retracting until none remained but the small nails on the ends, the chang
Blind!EnglandxReader: Like IggyLike Iggy...Geek-Queen
I sighed as I watched them pick on the blonde boy. Strawberry blonde hair, pale skin and thick eyebrows. The main feature I loved about the boy named Arthur Kirkland was his eyes. The Englishman had mossy green eyes, but they were dull and lifeless. Everyone knew this reason, yet they decided to pick on him about it; he was blind.
I hated how the others deceived. I know not much of the sophomores or the freshmen students bullied him. It was the juniors and seniors who would. I may be in the same year but I was in a very few classes with him. I was always there to help him, no one else did.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" I shouted, running towards them.
"Crap! It's her!" A student said.
They hurried away before I could get there. I chuckled.
"Wimps," I said, "you ok?" I asked him.
The blonde just looked at me. His green eyes looking at me. For the record, this happens a bunch of times. At my old school most feared me. Called me things for
[Athazagoraphobia] 2P!England x ReaderJulchenlynia
Psychology; The fear of being forgotten, ignored or replaced with.
The fear is there again, slowly creeping into his conscious mind and tries to invade his full hearted trust of [y/n] the girl he loves. This had happen recently, in the most unpredictable moment. Slowly he furrows his eyebrow as he tightens his whisk and stop mixing the ingredients together.
Why? Why would he feel like this? Is he not sure about her love?
Explaining such a deviant anxiety is hard, impossible perhaps. Even he, himself couldn’t explain any further about why he should worry about it.
Oh, such an ironic thing for a praised person like him could feel like he is lonely. It’s so cruel that every day he needs to put on a mask so people would not worry about him, but even with all of the attention he gathered, none of the lies he could use, he feels empty inside.
Taking a stuttered breath in to calm himself, he slowly places the bowl onto the table along
16 | Capricorn ♑ | Mexican|
● Monica 🐯
● Mexican Pride
● ❤ Jamie Preciado 😍
● In relationship ♋ x ♑
I'm a proud Mexican girl! Cholo! XD
(I'm married to him 0_0 )
My oc Puebla x New York requested (The drawings belong to the rightful owners.)
PrussiaxPuebla (My second favorite pairing that I like x3)
Drawing For Me