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[boredw69]

Only In His Office- Ch. 3 Negan X Reader

Y/n is 19 year old Senior in high school who is particularly quiet but that's only because she always takes the time to write in her notebook filled with.. thoughts about someone imparticular, but its not who you expect it to be…

◇There is a age gap in this book so if you are not ok with that or if it makes you uncomfortable then you do not have to read, it's your choice.◇

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, drinking, age gap, Sexual themes, angst.

Word Count: 1419

I wake up in a panic. A small tickling feeling crawling up my leg.

I jump up and smack at my leg frantically coming to the realization that it's a tiny spider. I flick the bug's dead body off my leg and look around still feeling itchy and gross. I turned over to see Julien sleeping on the blanket I brought. We were still under the slides... we must have fallen asleep. I reach over shutting his laptop and then reaching into my bag for my phone.

4:53 AM "Damn" I whisper under my breath peeking around the slide to see the faint orange sky creep up into the night sky. I slump over onto the end of the blanket and sigh loudly.

"Julien." I grumble, "wake upppp" I drag out my words tiredly.

I hear them shuffle around, "What time is it?"

"It's like 5 in the morning dipshit, can't you see the sun coming up" I laugh.

They sighs abruptly, "You should get going before your dad realizes your gone" He sits up looking at me.

I start to pack up my things and pick up our trash, "yea.. hopefully he's passed out-". I get up and grab the edge of my blanket waiting for Julien to get up and help me.

"Oh, sorry" they say stumbling to get up.

We laugh it off and continue to pack everything up. I help them get their things into their backpack and we both walk over to the picnic area to throw our trash away.

They plops down on a bench. I follow sitting and resting my head on their shoulder. "Thanks for hanging out with me." I paused and they looked over at me slowly. "I had a rough week, it really made me feel better..."

They leaned over and hugged me, "you don't need to say it, I get it."

I laughed getting up and waving him goodbye. The sun had already made an appearance peaking just above the landscape. It was already getting so bright. I squinted my eyes as I walked down the sidewalk. Early morning workers' cars whizzing by as I went to cross to my house.

I jog across the crosswalk waving at the cars that kindly stopped for me.

-

I creeped into the house quietly placing my things down. Everything seemed to still be in place, so he didn't come looking for me last night, good.

I changed my clothes and packed my bag for school and creeped out into the kitchen. I was looking everywhere, but i couldn't find him... Weird, but not unusual.

The bus would be here soon so I had some time to pack my lunch. I shoved some snacks in a brown paper bag and quickly shoved it into my backpack that was already stacked full of books. I looked over at the clock, 5:38. I had till 6:30 till the bus came, meaning I had time for a shower, which was for the best of course seeing as I quite literally slept outside last night. I zipped up my bookbag throwing it onto the couch and fast walked into our shared bathroom starting a hot shower and taking my clothes off. I wrapped a towel around my body and went out to my room to get some clean underwear.

Just as I rushed out of the bathroom I bumped into someone. My dad. I looked up gripping the towel harshly.

"(Y/n). What are you doing?" He asked as I backed away trying to make my way around him and into my room. He sounded very drowsy, his eyes were bloodshot and he could barely hold them open. 

"I was just taking a shower.. Before school." I said walking away from him and into my room. I snatched a pair of panties from my drawer and wadded them up in my hand, trying to save the embarrassment. He stood in the same spot only turning his frame to watch me as I walked back into the bathroom.

He grunted as a response and walked off. 

I let out a sigh as I shut the door and threw the towel down. I stepped into the shower and let the water run over my naked figure. I didn't want to think of the day before, but it was hard not to. Every time my thoughts ran back to the same notion; The same.. impure thoughts. His hands, his fingers.. Everything about him. How he would feel; how he could touch me so differently than I could myself. I continued my dirty thoughts as I washed myself. I made quick to finish and throw my clothes back on just doing what I would do every morning. 

I strutted out of the bathroom and immediately looked up at the time. 6:11. I turned the corner to the couch and went to reach for my bag being startled by my father who sat in his recliner snoring loudly. I scoffed at myself and swung my backpack over my shoulder and headed out for the bus.

I yawned as I strolled down the sidewalk to the bus stop on the corner. I mentally rolled my eyes now noticing the middle schoolers that also stood goofing around at the stop. I kept my distance standing just off to the side of them. I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled through Instagram solely just to keep from looking over at them.

It wasn't too painfully long before the bus came to pick us up. I awkwardly shuffled through the isle looking for the first spot that was empty plopping down by the window and just keeping silent. I was just a few stops after the first one so there was a fair amount of people, unfortunately mostly middle schoolers and freshmen who could care less about me. Fair enough though, it gave me lots of time to pop my earbuds in and listen to some music. I kept to myself as usual, avoiding any drama or conflict that arose. My eyes stayed glued outside as the trees, cars, and buildings shot by. I took a deep breath preparing for the long day ahead. I was dreading the mental toll hours of sitting and listening was going to take on me.

-

    The day went by as normal, just sitting in class for hours taking several notes until my wrists hurt. The time rolled around for our extra classes, the time of day I had dreaded. I didn't know if I could even be in the same room as him after yesterday, of course there was nothing I could do other than hope it wouldn't be as awkward as I imagined it. My hopes were low considering I had the worlds worst anxiety. Although I was secretly wishing that wasn't our last interaction. 

The bell rang and the room filled with students shuffling aggressively to the exit. I sat patiently not wanting to get caught up in the crowd. I picked up my books holding them tightly to my chest now following everyone else.

After dropping things off at my locker; Learning from my mistakes. I made my way to gym just before the bell rang.

As I stepped into the gym Negan's wandering eyes landed on mine seeming to look relived. I avoided his gaze and began stretching like all the others.

Gym continued on as normal.. Our eyes catching here and there. The bell rang and everyone rushed out once again.

As I started for the door he called my name.

I stopped and turned slowly to face him.

He took long stride up to me and smiled immediately. "I wanted to talk to you about the other day."

My heart skipped a beat. "What about yesterday?" I mumble.

"Try outs? I seen you signed up. I'm pretty excited to be your coach kiddo." He joked.

I let out a small sigh of relief, "Pshh, Yeah. Totally." I managed to let out a small laugh.

He patted my shoulder; His touch lasting a tad bit longer than it should. "What'd you think I wanted to talk about huh?" he leaned back with a smart-ass look on his face.

I didn't bother answering; It seemed to be a trap anyways.

"I'll see you at tryouts. Don't be late miss. y/n" He turned on his heels and wandered off to clean up some cones laid around the gym.

I took a yet another deep breath and started off to History class.

'Fuck. Me.'

[xharrystyles-onlyangel]

You Forgot Something

Masterlist

You’re a high school teacher and Harry comes in one day with your little 2 year old daughter on his his hip because you forgot your laptop at home. Enjoy!

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You arrived a school later than usual, you mostly blame it on the late night you had trying to put your fussy two year old to bed. No matter what you or Harry did, she was absolutely upset over something. Eventually all the crying had tired her out and put her to sleep.

You got up this morning with soft butterfly kisses being pressed all over your face. “Wake up Baby, you slept through your alarm” Harry whispered. You had jolted awake only to realize your alarm had gone off 20 minutes ago and you hadn’t heard a thing. With the help of Harry you had put yourself together and rushed out the house with a parting kiss on your daughters cheek and a kiss on the lips to Harry. “See you later, love” he had called as you rushed down the path towards your car. With your purse hanging off the crook of your elbow you thought you had everything you needed.

With five minutes to spare you walked into your classroom and set your purse down on your desk and plopped into your seat, waiting for the bell to chime and your students to flow into the classroom, hopefully prepared for their pop quiz on the history of the civil war. You stacked the test papers right as the bell chimed.

Your high school students filled the classroom as the last ringing of the bell subsided. “Alright everyone, today we are going to be doing a little quiz to recap the learning we have done in the previous unit” the whole class collectively groaned, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at their anguish at the mention of a test.

“Hey now, it won’t be that bad. And all of you have done well on your work for these past weeks. Plus, this quiz won’t be worth loads of points so don’t take this too seriously yea?” You smiled, and roamed your eyes over your class as most of them breathed sighs of relief.

“Angela, can you please help me pass out the test papers?” You asked to a student sitting near the front row. She bobbed her head and came up the your desk to grab half the stack of papers. You both made quick work of passing out the tests and before you knew it all that could be heard were the scratching of pencils on paper.

You looked into your purse, hoping to find your computer to prepare for the mini lecture you’d be giving your next class when you realized it was no where in your purse. “Damnit” you muttered until your breath as you sat back down at your desk. As if on cue there was a light knocking on the door to your classroom.

“Come in” You called, not taking your head up from your paper, which you were using the hastily write down as much as you could remember from the lecture you had prepared on your computer.

The students heads peered up from their papers in wonderment as a lanky figure entered the room, one arm secured around a toddler while the other held your computer.

You pulled your eyes off your paper only to see Harry stood in the doorway holding your laptop and a smirk displayed prominently on his features.

“Looks like you may have forgotten something at home, love” he said as he walked over to your desk, setting the computer down and placing a gently kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks H, I must’ve forgotten it when I rushed out this morning” you chuckled.

You couldn’t help but notice a faint murmuring in the room, only to turn your eyes back at your students. Some of them were talking amongst themselves, while others were discreetly giggling at Harry.

Another student of yours, Mia, raised her hand. You nodded your head towards her.

“No offense Mrs Styles, but your never told us your husband was.. for lack of better words, a hunk” she laughed along with the rest of the class as they all looked at Harry. You laughed along with them as you notice him grinning sheepishly and wrapping both his arms around your little daughter, still cradled in his arms with her head rested on his chest.

You shrugged your shoulders “I guess the topic never came up” You laughed again. Just then your daughter piped up.

“Mumma!” She whisper-shouted, hoping to catch your attention. Everyone in the room looked at her.

“Yes baby?” You asked, scooping her from Harry’s arms.

“Who are all these people?” She asked, big green eyes looking at everyone in the room. You could hear little “aww”s and coos coming from everyone in the room.

You glanced up before looking back down at your daughter, ruffling her chocolatey curls. “These are my students, I come and teach them everyday” you said. She nodded her head before making grabby hands towards Harry, to which he immediately took her back into his arms.

“Ok love, I’ve got to get back to the studio now, you know how strict Jeff can be” He said chuckling as he leaned in to place a delicate kiss on your lips.

“Don’t I know it” You laughed as he pulled away.

“Alright princess, tell everyone goodbye” Harry cooed at your daughter. He tickled her a bit so she would look towards everyone.

“Bye bye!” She said, giggling as she buried her head into the crook of her dads neck. Harry chuckled at her cute reaction, and he looked like he was just about to melt.

“Bye everyone! Sorry for being a distraction” He called as he made his way towards the door. Everyone in your class said their goodbyes as Harry pulled the door open. “Bye Love” he said before walking out the door and shutting it gently behind him.

You watched him go before focusing your eyes back on your class. Everyone looked at you with goofy smiled on their faces. “What?” You asked smiling.

“He needs to come in more often, and bring your adorable daughter with him!” Cody said.

“Definitely! God she was so cute!” Another student chimed in.

“And he was soooo hot” Someone else added.

“Ok, ok everyone settle down” you said. You watched as all the conversations died among your students. “I’m glad that you all liked him but you all still have tests to do!” You laughed.

“I’ll make you guys a deal, if everyone gets a B or higher on this test, I’ll drag my daughter and Harry in tomorrow and you guys can talk to them all you want, sound good?” You asked, raising an eyebrow up at your students. They all nodded their heads eagerly before yelling “Deal!!”

[taylorf]

may or may not be based off an actual teacher 👁👄👁

Hpe teacher x student <part 1>

• New start to the school year and I was excited for it. Not for the work but for my friends and a few of the teachers. Or should I suck it up and admit that it’s only one.

• You see, last year I would always joke around and say that a particular teacher was good looking, or maybe I said hot. Anyways, my school has just over 900 kids and I heard that when this teacher arrived, some of the girls started to develop crushes, and the problem is, the bloody guys clueless. Well I think he is.

•I walked into school with a positive attitude and ready to see all my friends. I found the first one, Kate. Kate’s been friends with me for about a year and she was probably one of my most important friends. I thought for sure that she would unfriend me after all the things I said about the guy but no, she was still sitting there, smiling like always.

• “wow, you look different” was my greeting. “Can’t say the same” was my greeting, followed by a joking face. “very funny, anyways how was Christmas holidays?” She asked. “Yeah it was good, I even started to miss school a tiny bit” I replied, surprisingly admitting. “Yeah I think everyone does after a while” she nodded.

•here I was in maths, waiting for that unfamiliar sound to ring. The bell rang finally and I made my way down to the subject I always wanted to start doing. Hpe extension.

•I walked down the terraces, hoping to see some familiar faces. So far I could only see two. When I made it on the oval - where we were supposed to meet- I walked over to the familiar faces - Talisha and heather (NOT MY FRIENDS ACTUAL NAMES)-.

•”how long have you guys been waiting here for?” I asked. “Ten minutes” heather calculated. “I wonder who we have, hopefully it’s not some cranky old teacher, because I know we have some of them” I hoped.

•it was true, if we got an old teacher we would barely get any practical side of the unit.

•A group of boys grabbed their football and started to pass it around. I knew they were going to get yelled at if they started a proper game.

•”pass the ball you idiot-

•”that’s enough, thanks boys” shouted a guy at the top of terraces.

•the sunlight beamed down at the small figure. As soon as the sunlight faded I watched carefully what the man looked like.

•holy crap, there he was, the man I had been trying to get out my head. The man that I had explicitly told my brain to finally get over. The man I had to stop talking about. There he was. Standing on top of the terraces, looking down at his class, scanning and analysing each and every student carefully.

•the man I’d tried to get out of my head, was now teaching my class.

•His eyes were covered by black sunglasses and he was wearing a long sleeve shirt -the same material as a fishing shirt- (actually I’m pretty sure it was a fishing shirt) just like almost every other day the year before. He was wearing shorts that just cut above his knees and black socks with stripes on the top (RVCA union socks) and kind of old Adidas shoes.

•his hair was dirty blonde and parted just like the curtain hairstyle, except it was natural. I realised that I maybe took a bit too much attention and that’s why I knew what he looked like. That definitely was a bad thing.

•I snapped out of my daydream and looked at the guy, who was now coming down the stairs. “Sir do we have you” talisha asked. “You got it right” he gave a tiny smile, which sadly didn’t show off his teeth. “Unless you don’t want me to be” he backed away slowly. “no, no sir stay, stay” Talisha said quickly. “Well that’s good, because I’m here to stay” he answered.

•”so we do have you?” some guy asked. The teacher looked up from his clipboard and nodded. “Wait so your our HPX teacher?” Another person asked still obviously confused. “Yes, for prac and theory. 4 times a week” the teacher informed.

• “So you won’t leave us” I stupidly asked. “Now why would i do that” he asked, his head tilting as if he was confused. “Well I don’t know. Probably because- well I don’t know, just wanted to know if you wouldn’t miss a lesson” I explained - that sounded very suspicious -. “No, ha ha. I hope not” he said, laughing which showed off his straight white teeth.

•”now you guys are starting to confuse me. So, no more questions and let me explain really quick. My name is Mr Simpson and I am your teacher for hpx this year. Now I’ve only taught like, a few of you, because I can memorise faces from last year. And I definitely know that I haven’t been anyone’s all year round, one subject teacher in this class. I’ve only ever been a substitute for a few of you guys.” he explained, telling us a tiny introduction about who he was. Well I already knew what his name was but I guess a few of these guys were confused.

•”now lets try and start this term off fresh and fun.”

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[downeygirl98]

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