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hi im back with another ryland grace requestโค๏ธโค๏ธ
back on earthโฆ music teacher/band director readerโฆ do u catch my driftโฆ..
Changing this to be English teacher to indulge myself
Schoolboy Crush
(Pre-PHM! Ryland Grace x English Teacher! Reader)
'Grace doesn't do crushesโ until he sets eyes on the English teacher.'
Ryland Grace never expected to fall for anyone at Westfield High: he was the science departmentโs resident grump. Whilst brilliant, witty, and good-looking, he was more comfortable explaining photosynthesis than making small talk in the staff lounge, and, for that reason, Doctor Grace had managed to stay single the entire time he'd worked at the school, despite the occasional advances of single mothers or lonely receptionists (which he found hugely embarrassing and which he could never bring himself to reciprocate).
Yet, every single day for the past two terms, he found himself completely distracted by the English teacher down the hall. You were the kind of teacher students remembered when they left, and he really admired you for it. Your classroom was always cosy and welcoming; students left your room talking about Shakespeare like he was the latest drama; you somehow made even the quietest kids want to participate.
Because you shared the same students, Ryland constantly heard about their "awesome new English teacher" when they came from English to Science. Ryland was initially a little put off that his kids had a new favouriteโ that was until he'd peeked his head into your classroom under the pretence of borrowing a whiteboard eraser, and had seen who this new teacher was. Immediately, Ryland was smitten. You were a little younger than him โ maybe that's why you could engage the kids in a way other teachers could only dream of โ but God, you were brilliant. You were funny, and sometimes rude, and a little reserved.
Ryland told himself he only noticed you because your classrooms were nearby. That was a lie, obviously: he shared a hallway with the history department's Mr. Henry Patel, and he'd never gotten tongue-tied with him. Ryland liked the way you laughed when your colleagues teased you in the lounge; the little furrow between your brows when you were grading essays; the fact that you leaned toward jeans and cowboy boots rather than pantsuits.
Ryland was hopelessly, relentlessly trying to impress you, and he hated it.
โRyland, youโre staring again,โ Mr. Patel muttered one morning as they both stood by the coffee machine.
โIโm not staring,โ he grumbled, adjusting his glasses. โIโmโฆ observing.โ
โObserving her ass in those jeans, maybe.โ
Grace nearly choked on his coffee. "Henry! Don't talk about her like that!"
Mr. Patel just rolled his eyes like, knew it, and walked away.
Across the lounge, you were chatting with a couple of students whoโd come in early to ask about the homework, listening with that gentle focus that made Rylandโs chest feel too tight. When you caught his eye, you offered a small, bright smile and a little wave.
He lifted his mug in return, trying to look casual and failing miserably when he spilled coffee down his front.
Later that week, fate (or the principal) forced you together. 'Spring Formal Allocations', the announcement read. Serendipitously, Rylandโs name was listed right next to yours under 'planning team'. He peeked over his shoulder, confirming that the staff room was empty, then silently fist-bumped the air.
He found you in your classroom after school, surrounded by stacks of essays and a half-dead plant.
โHeyyy,โ he drawled, leaning against your doorframe and immediately slipping. You smiled as he continued, "uhโlooks like weโre doomed to plan the dance together.โ
You looked at him, surprised but pleased. โRyland! I was hoping Iโd get you. Have you planned a school dance before?โ
Ryland's cheeks heated up as he stammered to accept your compliment. โAbsolutely not. Iโm a molecular biologist... my idea of decorating is labelling petri dishes.โ
You laughed, musically, and the sound did horrible things to his pulse. โWell," you continued, "we're officially co-chairs. I promise not to spike your punch.โ
Ryland spent the next three weeks in meetings with you, stealing glances while you planned themes and budgets. You were passionate, organised, and endlessly kindโ even with the stubborn PTA parents.
The more time he spent with you, the worse his crush became.
One rainy Thursday afternoon, you were both stuck in the staff lounge waiting for the rain to ease up before heading out to the parking lot. You were grading papers at one end of the table while Ryland pretended to read a science journal, whilst actually sneaking glances at you every other line.
โYou know,โ you said suddenly, not looking up from your essay, โyouโre a lot nicer than people think.โ
Ryland blinked. โExcuse me?โ
โSorryโ that came out wrong. I just mean, you're...sarcastic...and quiet, but you stayed late last week to help Mr. Rivera fix the broken microscope even though it wasnโt your responsibility. And you always leave the good coffee cups for everyone else.โ You finally glanced up, a smile on your lips. โItโs sweet.โ
His ears went pink as he tried to hide his face . โI have a reputation to maintain,โ he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. โDonโt go ruining it by telling people Iโmโฆโ
Your smile widened. โYour secretโs safe with me, nerd.โ
He wanted to tell you then. That he thought about you constantly. That your laugh made the long days better. That heโd never met anyone who made him want to be less closed-off.
Instead, he said, โYou should let me buy you coffee sometime. As thanks...for not making me plan the entire formal alone.โ
You tilted your head, eyebrows raised. โLikeโฆ outside of school?โ
โUhโ yeah?" he wasn't sure why it came out like a question.
The silence stretched for a second. Then you smiledโ slow, genuine, and a little shy.
โSounds good.โ
He let out a breath he didnโt know he was holding, a rare, boyish grin breaking across his face.
โGreat. Itโs a date then.โ He paused. โNot a date-date. Unless you want it to be a date-date. Iโm good either way. Or both. Iโm shutting up now.โ
You laughed again, resting your chin on your hand as you looked at him with new warmth.
Ryland Grace, who once thought the most exciting thing in his life would be discovering new microorganisms, suddenly felt like the luckiest man alive. For the first time in years, he couldnโt wait for the school day to end.
shotamikey and shotaross get kidnapped and held hostage by pervert pete and r made to makeout n perform sexual acts on each other while pete films the whole thing and sends the video to mikeys older brother for ransom money.. but gerard just jerks off to the footage of his cute little brother and his cute little classmate writhing all naked tied up together in a dingy basement and doesnt pay to free them so he can keep receiving videos of increasing levels of depravity
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sometimes wish plurality was a lot more commonly known and accepted. like, no, I can't do anything related to my education right now, we split a distinctly non-human headmate last night and have been trying so hard to get them acclimated to life on earth, we will not be able to do this test or study for that exam today! And if we can't get them appropriately acclimated soon, we're just gonna end up splitting another headmate (probably human this time) in hopes that they can deal with our life!
Which I think should be a perfectly understandable reason to not be able to attend my classes today! Especially seeing as it's not like I'm focusing in class because, like I said, trying to get someone else used to having a human body and living on earth right now. kinda makes it hard to focus on anything else but their wellbeing!
โIโm with you to the end, brother. But someone has to say it.โ Garrickโs face tightens.
โThis plan risks everything our parents worked for,โ he warns, already reaching for his flight jacket. โEverything they died for.โ
โThey died for us, for a world where we have the knowledge to make our own choices.โ The shadows at my feet sharpen as I sheathe the second sword across my back. โVioletโs my choice. Iโm more than willing to die for her.โ