Teacher!England x Reader - Unexcused AbsenceThe wind was being very mean to the thin-limbed trees battering the windows of the home of one Mr. Arthur Kirkland. You pulled your hoodie sleeves up to your knuckles, with a firm hold on a small brass key. The place was quiet so that the creaking of the door hinges stuck fast in your mind. There was one sole lamp light, coming from the living room just around the corner. As you toed off your shoes, a fluster of coughing broke the stillness. You heard a groan and a creak of leather and tiptoed quietly into the room, against the wall and so out of sight of the coughing man in the recliner.Teacher!England x Reader - Unexcused Absence by ImWiththeUnicorn
"H-hhaa--tsch! Ugh, god..."
"AAH!" He flinched violently, a box of tissues tumbling from his lap. "Wh--what are you doing here!"
"Um, I'm your girlfriend?" You picked up the box and placed it daintily on the table beside him, and ruffled his knotty blond hair. "Poor baby. The sub said you were out sick. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I-I sort of fell asleep," he rasped, "after phoning for a subst
Teacher!England x Student!Reader - SickYou woke up because Mr. Kirkland never snored, but this morning, he was. His chest rose and fell with effort underneath you, and he tossed his head in his sleep. It wasn’t long before he woke himself up, coughing a couple times. You slid off to let him sit up and he did, body wracked by a fit of coughs. “Augh…shit…”Teacher!England x Student!Reader - Sick by ImWiththeUnicorn
“You okay, babe?”
He breathed through his mouth, staring at you a bit dazedly for a moment. “Yes, I think I’b—I’m fine.” He cleared his throat, sniffing.
“No you’re not, babe. You’re sick.” You stroked his face, gave his cheek a tender kiss, and casually felt his forehead. “You don’t have any noticeable fever. Likely just a cold, I don’t think you have to worry.”
He groaned, slumping against the headboard. His cheeks were a little bit flushed. “I’m not sick,” he said. “I’m definitely not sick. What time is it? I’m hung
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We are just normal people who for one reason or other decided that Lord Satan was going to be our Lord and Master.