J: If we don’t think of a plan redhead will be expelled Z: Actually it’s very simple only need to prove on that day he wasn’t at school.
Jian yi leaps on zhan and ruffles his hair. ‘Wow you are so clever~ I’m going to prove that. Zhan replied ‘What you say is not persuasive! we need a witness!’
Xiao Hui shows up and says nervously ‘I-I have proof that should be helpful..’
They drag her to the office and Jian yi barges in and starts yellin ‘Teacher mo guan shan is innocent what’s on the bulletin board is what you made up! Actually he wasn’t near the school, Luckily someone took a photo, the photo clearly shows the place and time.’
‘yes we perhaps we have mistaken him for someone else..’ Jian yi barks out ‘You think it’s okay to mistake him someone else?? apologise publicly n 2000 words! the school will continue to look!’
‘Heard from Jian Yi your side is settled. I have also fixed my side.’
‘She li won’t make trouble for you anymore.’ He raises a bloodied hand. ‘ Come here to help~’
‘Why didn’t you go to the doctor!’ Redhead says, taking off his shirt. ‘ I came to ask you to pay the medical fees.’ He Tian replies.
‘idiot…’ Redhead mumbles quietly, using the shirt to clean up his bloodied hand.
redhead clenches his teeth as if pained by he tian getting injured, and laces their fingers together.
“I remember, the first day at school there was this big fucking commotion. I heard all these books hit the ground, yelling, and then he went running past. A bunch of fucking teachers chasing him down the hallway… I thought, well, here’s a guy who’s completely crazy, he’d be a fucking great singer. We had to coax him a bit [and] it didn’t go so well in the early days. Sometimes he would just come over and stand around, like he was embarrassed. Or he’d start to sing and then he’d just leave. Walk out and I wouldn’t see him again for like three days! Some things don’t change, huh?”
summary: y/n can’t orgasm no matter what you and Calum do so after convincing Calum gets you off with a vibrator and dildo.
requested?: yes, sorry if it sucked @lukeasfuck i tried 😊. This is my first request and I enjoyed writing it so feel free to request any smut ideas you might have. I’m pretty open to all suggestions 😉.
Last night something happened. Something really weird — even for you Winchesters.
Dean had thought that he, Sam and you had the situation under control. Yes, she was a witch, and they could be tricky. But, she was just one, and you were three. It should have been a quick hunt, and then you would go back home and watch a movie or something. Dean even thought that he could make a quick run to the bar, if he was lucky. Though, those plans went out the window, when the witch first knocked down Dean himself, sent Sam flying towards the wall, and then, when you pounced on her, hit you with a spell. And here comes the weird part — Dean and Sam then watch you shrink. Bright light, bam, and then you were sitting on the floor, in a pile of your own clothing. And you weren’t more than three years old. A toddler.
Post-breakup AU: “I know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive”
You are only halfway through your paper box of Chinese noodles when the ring of the doorbell has your eyes tearing away from your television screen. You set your food down with a grunt of annoyance, getting up to wade past your table filled with what you figure is a week’s worth of takeout containers and manage to, more or less, stumble to your door.
When you swing it open, you’re met with a sight that makes your heart jump and twirl and sink all at once. The boy you wish to have forgotten stands before you awkwardly, with tousled hair and dull eyes that don’t even meet yours upon contact.
“Kihyun? What are you doing here?” You speak, observing the way his peach fringes fall lower beneath his eyebrows than the last time you saw him. But you don’t really want to think about that last time.
He shifts his hand and it’s only then do you realize he is carrying a plastic bag with indiscernible contents inside.
“I know that you don’t cook. And now that I…don’t cook for you anymore, I was wondering how you were getting by,” he spoke with a sternly straight face, eyes flickering up to yours bravely for a moment before they are glancing past your shoulder and fixating upon your table. “But I see you’ve been ordering takeout.”
You shift so that your shoulder rests against the doorframe and blocks his view. “I… no, I’m not-”
He raises an eyebrow. “That isn’t healthy for you. Do you have enough money to keep ordering every night, by the way?”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. He has always been the one to nag you on everything you do and, although you make it clear to him that it is less than appreciated, you secretly enjoy it a little too much. Now that he is here in front of you again, it feels too painfully familiar.
“It doesn’t matter to you now, does it?” You say, letting your thoughts known and nearly flinching at your choice of words. He gives you a sad smile in response, eyes turning down to your shoes while fidgeting awkwardly. You feel a tug on your heart.