and just says 'Oh- well- I study... a lot. I mean- I like to study and- you know- try out new things.'

Memorization Tips

Hey guys! Here’s a collection of all the tips I use on a regular basis to help with memorization. Three things before we start. One, keep in mind that this is mostly geared towards both visual and auditory learners. Two,, I’ll use Biology examples, but these tips can be applied to a variety of subjects. Three, when I talk about drawing, 5-year-old level doodles will do just fine. So, I hope you find these helpful!

  1. Draw pictures of what you have to remember – break up whatever word you need to remember, associate each part with something, draw that something. Ex: thermogenin, you draw a thermos and inside of it, you draw a gene (as in, you draw a chromosome and shade a small part of it). This is my ultimate foolproof method for remembering vocabulary.

  2. Make each page memorable. You can use colors, draw little arrows, make doodles, even if they are irrelevant to the subject you’re studying. Making each page unique will stimulate your visual memory and you’ll be more likely to remember things (this is why I personally include pictures of structures if I’m rewriting my biology notes on my laptop, otherwise, it’s pages and pages of text blocks and it all blurrs together in your mind)

  3. Test fonts. Times New Roman in size 12 is the easiest font for our brain to process. There are studies that show that information written in fonts that are smaller and harder to read is actually more likely to be remembered. If you’re a visual learner, this is probably not true for you, I, for example, remember info best in Times New Roman 12, so that’s the font I print all my notes in. Try printing three paragraphs of information (two different pieces of information that you’ve never gone over and that is easy to understand, needing only memorization) in both styles and test yourself to see which one you remember better.

  4. When you have to learn a process, visualize it, picture it in your mind, you’ll understand it a lot better than just repeating the steps in words. If a proteín is recognized by the cytoplasmic membrane and then enters in through a pore, imagine it happening. If you can’t picture something, such as structures, look them up on google images.

  5. Sticky notes. Need to memorize a formula? Write it down on a post it note, stick it on the cover of a notebook/book and force yourself to recall the formula whenever you have to use said notebook. Check whether you got it right. If you didn’t, look at it, repeat it out loud. Try again next time.

  6. Highlighter and annotations symbiosis. Don’t stop using highlighters, you still want them to mark important parts of the text. However, if what you want is to stay present while you study, the best method is to go through a paragraph and then write in the margin whatever you understood. This is not really useful in subjects like Biology (because you basically can’t summarize all that much, everything is important) but it’s perfect for more logical subjects like math or chemistry. I find it especially useful in summarizing formula deductions - instead of writing the steps in numbers and symbols, write them out in words, you’ll remember it much better.

  7. Get the whole picture. Every time you come across a piece of information that relates back to something you’ve already learnt, recall that whole other topic. It’s a great way to review.

  8. Rewrite your notes, don’t recopy them. By this, I don’t mean “put it in your own words” because you probably have already done that in your original notes (if you just copy what comes out of your professor’s mouth word by word in class, don’t, it’s not doing you any good). What I mean is, if you’re taking the time to rewrite them, you may as well reorganize them. Have to memorize a bunch of facts about a type of cell? Group them together. Which ones refer to its functions, which ones are related to its shape and size and contents? Put those together. If you don’t know how to regroup them just by looking at your notes, read through these and underline facts in the same category with the same color. You’ll be surprised. 

  9. Try to link facts or concepts when rewriting your notes. Ex: Don’t write

    “-Meristematic cells’ primary function is to divide.

    -They have little cytoplasm.

    -They have few organelles.”

    But: ”Meristematic cells primary function is to divide. That’s why they don’t need to have a lot of organelles or cytoplasm.“

    Following this same line of thought, when highlighting, highlight only the ‘main’ point. The consequences or everything related should stem from there.

  10. Say it yourself This method consists of reading two/three paragraphs, making annotations if necessary and then repeating these paragraphs to yourself OUT LOUD. You’re not repeating things like a parrot, you’re putting the information into your own words. This is the main method that I’ve been using since I got my first textbook and I was honestly so shocked when I saw that people usually study in silence. It makes the information stick so much better, but forget about libraries and oh boy, when you get to college be prepared to get creative with your study spaces if you have a roommate.

  11. Make flashcards of vocabulary. If a month from now you’re asked to explain a theory or a process you’ve already studied, you’ll probably be able to recall the main idea. If you’re asked to explain a certain term/vocabulary word, the chances of you remembering it are… well, slim. So, even if the moment you’re studying it you’re convinced you will remember it, make the flashcard anyway. Oh, and remember the ‘drawing pictures for vocabulary’ thing? Draw those on the back of the flashcards.

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27 Dress Code Violations

@jilychallenge 04/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @anxiouspotter

Muggle AUs | “i get dress coded so you give me your jacket and we protest unfair regulations for girls together/you sass the teacher about how distracted you are by my shoulders”

Word Count: 2500

special shoutout to @jiilys. solidarity, sister

AO3


i.

She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.

“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.

“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.

ii.

“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”

Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.

She looks good in his jacket.

iii. 

Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.

iv.

There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.

She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.

“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–

“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”

He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”

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gif cred : @spiderholland

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“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.

“So, did you ask her yet?”

Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”

Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”

Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”

Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”

Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”

“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”

Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”

Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”

“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”

“Uh, just now!”

“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”

Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.

“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot.  A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”

“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.

[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”

Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”

Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”

“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”  

Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”

[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”

Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.

Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”

“So.” He repeated under his breath.

Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”

Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”

Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”

Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.

Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”

Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”

“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.

[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”

Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.

Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”

Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”

What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”

Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.

As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”

Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”

Peter chuckled, “Oh, I’ll ace it, alright.”


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When Thoughts are Louder than Words

❤ Soulmate Drabble (9/13) ❤

Originally posted by wouhui

Member: Jun
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,010

At eighteen you form a telepathic connection with your soulmate. 


At the age of eighteen, everyone hears their soulmate’s thoughts for the first time. It’s a simple connection that helps you find the other person, or at least figure out who the person is if you already happen to know them. It’s something that everyone waits with baited breath for; finding out who they’re destined to spend their life with. It doesn’t happen immediately on your eighteenth birthday of course, but somewhere within your eighteenth year. You remember when your cousin first heard her soulmate’s voice; she had been visiting at your house and halfway through dinner she gasped and dropped her fork. Your mom worriedly reached a hand out and asked if she was okay, and your cousin just looked up with a smile and tears in her eyes.

You turned eighteen a few months ago and so far it’d just been silence. You were getting a little antsy, but you knew that it’d happen soon enough. Maybe not this soon, though. You were trying your hardest to go over your notes for a big exam the next morning. It was almost midnight and you just couldn’t get the information down. Your own scribbled handwriting was glaring up at you, and you felt hatred for the lines of purple ink on the page. Why couldn’t you have done a better job at getting down the information from class? You wanted to scream, but you also didn’t want to wake up everyone within a 50-mile radius, so you tried your best to keep the scream on the inside. It turns out that someone had heard you even still, though.

“Nǐ hái hǎo ma?” a small voice asked somewhere in the back of your mind. Your eyes popped open and you sat up straight. Could that really have been what you thought it was? Was that…your soulmate? You focused as hard as you could to try and reach out into the spirit-net and say something back.

“Hello? Are you there?” you all but whispered to yourself, thinking it as hard as possible.

“Ó, wǒ de shàngdì” the low voice replied. Oh, well, shit. Okay. Yep. Definitely your soulmate. And that definitely was not a language you understood.

“Do you know English?” you asked him carefully. There was a long period of silence. You bit your lip and fiddled with the pen in your hands as you waited for him to say anything. The second hand moved all the way around the clock on your wall three times before you heard him reply.

“He…llo. My…name is Junhui.” the voice struggled to say. “I speak…no English, I live from China.” Oh god. Your soulmate was Chinese. You could feel your heart beat a mile a minute in your chest. This was going to make things a lot harder. God, what did you know how to say in Chinese? You knew how to say hello in Mandarin. You prayed he didn’t speak exclusively Cantonese, because then you’d be screwed.

“Nǐ hǎo, Junhui” you thought back to him, quickly grabbing your phone to get to google translate something as fast as possible. Your fingers flew across the keyboard, and you tried your best to read the romanization of the complex characters that popped up. “Wǒ de…míngzì shì…Y/N. Wǒ bù shuō…….zhōngwén” (My name is Y/N. I don’t speak Chinese). You hoped that had been understandable. 

You stayed up way too late that night having completely forgotten about the exam you needed to be studying for, but instead having a slow, broken conversation with Jun through clunky google translated phrases. You learned that he liked acting, singing, and martial arts. You tried your best to tell him about yourself, but you eventually fell asleep as the sun began peeking through your window.

You got a less than stellar grade on the exam the next morning, but you’re not even phased as you race to the bookstore to buy as many beginner’s Chinese textbooks as you could afford. You spent the next year studying as much as you could, and Jun was doing the same thing with English. You loved hearing him excitedly thinking about a new English phrase he had learned that day. You managed to grow close with one another; mentally, of course. You still lived in totally different countries, but that would change soon. After a long year of sharing thoughts, dreams, and songs stuck in your head with each other, you finally were able to communicate well enough to set up a meeting.

You twiddled your thumbs at the airport, waiting in front of the arrival gate and trying to remember to breathe. He had gotten a direct flight from the Shenzhen Bao'an International Airport, meaning he’d be pretty tired. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, but you were also dying to meet him. You looked through the crowd of people walking towards the baggage claim, scanning each face worriedly.

“Where are you?” you thought to him, shifting your weight from foot to foot anxiously.

“Turn around.” you heard much louder and clearer than usual. You whipped your head around, and there he was. Tall, golden, and beautiful; your Jun. His mop of dark hair was swooped to the side, and he was wearing a big sweatshirt that spanned over his broad shoulders. You couldn’t believe your eyes. After all this time he was right there and you couldn’t even process it. He seemed to be drinking the sight of you in just as deeply, and the rest of the world seemed to fade away to the two of you.

“Wow,” somebody thought. You weren’t entirely sure which one of you had thought it, but it represented your feelings just the same. You finally broke out of it, throwing your arms around him.

“Zuìhòu,” you whispered into the soft material of his hoodie. He hummed into your hair, gripping you just as tight.

“Mmhmm. At last.” he murmured back. The sound of his voice was so much more satisfying than the sound of this thoughts. It sounded deep, warm, and so much like home.

- Marcy

Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Epilogue)

A/N: SIKE BITCHEEEES. Y’ALL REALLY THINK I’D LEAVE IT LIKE THAT!? HELL NAH YOUR MOTHER HAS RETURNED TO PROVIDE LOVE YA XXX

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

Samantha stole another glance at the tall, gorgeous boy that seemed so keen on listening to everything that was coming out of their boring professor’s mouth. He was popular and friendly but still somehow remained a mystery, always kept to himself. Everybody was practically in love with him because aside from his well-built physique, friendly nature, and willingness to help those who need it he had this certain aura of vagueness around him which seemed to drag everyone in, makes them want to unlock more. As if there is so much more to be discovered aside from the glimpses of personalities he shows the world but nobody ever had the chance to be that close. Everybody knew him but at the same time nobody actually did.

When their professor finally ended his discussion Samantha stood up, ready to take the first step to become the first person to have the honor of actually knowing Reggie Mantle.

Or so she thought.

“H-Hey, Reggie?”

He looked at her before gracing her with a smile, making her heart beat twice as fast. “Hey, Samantha,” He adjusted his gym bag on his shoulders, probably preparing himself for his daily training. “Need anything?”

“Y-Yeah, actually, I was wondering,” she closed her eyes for a second to gather some courage. “Would you – would you like to get some coffee with me? Some time? If you’re not too busy.”

She swallowed as she waited for his response, afraid to look at his face for any sign of rejection. Then she heard a sigh and knew it was game over. She heard the stories, the rumors, how no one stood a chance because:

“Sorry, Sam,” Reggie really sounded sympathetic and she hated it. “I – I have someone –“

“I know.”  Samantha smiled, sadly, successfully cutting him off. She looked up at him despite the pain. “What a lucky girl.” She whispered more to herself than anything but Reggie seemed to hear it.

Reggie smirked before shaking his head. “You got it all mixed up, Sam.” Reggie said. “I’m the one who got lucky.”

He patted her head before walking away.

“W-What’s her name?” Samantha asked. Curious as to who got this beautiful boy’s fancy and got him hooked that he couldn’t even look at another girl ever again. Reggie’s mind immediately went to the memory of your smile, the way you’re hair danced messily in the wind when you were in the passenger seat of his car, the echo of your laugh in his room as you wore his shirt while running your hand across his hair, your beautiful 5 o’clock shadow as you stared outside the windows of Pop’s with the neon lights making you look ethereal and seraphic.

Samantha noticed that Reggie’s mind seemed to disappear to a happy place because he beamed, almost shining with happiness. Another glimpse, she thought, Reggie was really full of surprises and secrets.

“If I tell you, I might have to kill you.”


All the boys stared as Cheryl and (Y/N) walked together, with their arms crossed, talking quietly among themselves. How the meanest and nicest girls of the entire building managed to become bestfriends was beyond them but they would be lying if they say they weren’t a sight to behold. Especially (Y/N), known to be the kindest soul to ever grace their halls, who was always willing to extend a helping hand and always treat everybody with respect. A lot of boys tried to win her heart but none was very successful, in fact not qa single one even came close, because aside from the Red Widow by her side, a nickname she earned because of her careful yet poisonous words and her dedication to guard the little angel of New York University everybody gets the same response from her every time: a kind rejection. The kind of rejection that makes them feel bad for even trying and putting her through the dilemma of even rejecting them.

One poor soul gripped the bouquet of roses in his hands before daring to walk towards their table and try his luck, eyes on the back of (Y/N)’s head. He gave himself a mental pep talk trying not to chicken out but all of those words of inspiration and prayers were obliterated when he caught Cheryl’s eyes.

Cheryl seemed bored and emotionless, head resting on her palm, as she stared at another clueless boy trying to vouch for her bestfriend’s affection. She gave him the smallest glare, which usually meant ‘scram’ or ‘fuck off’, and smirked as she saw him make a 90 degree turn before walking out straight out the library.

“Cherry, stop scaring people.” (Y/N), who apparently wasn’t really focusing on her advanced reading, chuckled. “You’ll never get a boyfriend if you keep that up.”

Cheryl scoffed and flipped her long, almost fiery in this lighting, red hair. “Nobody deserves me, darling, and we both know it.”

“No we don’t,” You stared at her. “You should give them a chance.”

“That’s rich coming from you, sweetie.” Cheryl shot back making you blush. “Why don’t you give those unfortunate souls who are just begging for a glance from the angel of their dreams, a chance?”

You blushed even more. “You—I – You know I’m not into that, Cherry.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, who you tryna fool?” Cheryl smirked, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning back on her chair. “And please, he was carrying roses, how cliché right? The right man would know you’re more of a sunflower girl.” She smirked. “Too bad the right man is in a far far away kingdom.”

You managed to give her a glare despite the heat on your face but she just laughed at your effort in looking mad. You just rolled your eyes, heart beating a little too fast at the memory of him.

“I’m just, such a good friend.” Cheryl dramatically fanned her face, as if she was about to cry, speaking a little too loudly in the library. “That bastard better be fucking grateful and buy me a Victorian-inspired mansion for all my effort in making sure his lil’ lovebird doesn’t get snatched by worthless peasants.”

“Cherry stop,” you whined trying to remove the attention away from the two of you, knowing nobody would have the guts to try and make her quiet but you.

“I’m gonna guilt-trip him his whole life, you just wait.”

“We don’t even know if he is still single.”

“Oh, we know.”

“How? I mean have you seen him? Boy’s like that doesn’t stay single for very long time in college.”

“Because I know him, and that boy is about as gone for you as you are for him,” Cheryl stated confidently. “And if you weren’t sure he is single, why are you still rejecting everybody left and right? Unless …”

“You are crazy.” You shook your head, not wanting to feed yourself any more false hopes. You don’t even know where in God’s green Earth he was staying at right now. You haven’t talked for almost four years now. You could but you decided not to because getting a little taste of that heaven will make you want him and miss him more and you don’t want to be running back to him when you are this close to your goal. That reunion will have to wait, and it seems like he was thinking the same thing, too.

Is he treating himself well?

Is he surrounded by good people?

Is he happy?

Does anything remind him of you? Even for just a second?

“(Y/N),” Cheryl was staring at something in her phone, eyes wide in shock. Whatever it was must be something big to actually surprise Cheryl. Cheryl shoved her phone at you as you read the article about a certain raven-haired boy that just won the Nationals in Indiana. “Point six hundred million for Cheryl. God, I hate being right all the time”

You ignored her as you read how Reggie Mantle, the captain, basically carried the whole game towards their victory with his agility, strategy, and strength. You reread the last paragraph of the article:

Mantle is not only a spectacular athlete but he is also an outstanding student with his top marks which will result to the possibility of him graduating as the top of his class. How he managed to balance his responsibilities, Reggie Mantle gave us an answer that left more questions than answers:

“You could say I have a pretty solid foundation and inspiration.” He said with a grin. “Though she is probably studying hard in New York too.”

Who is this mysterious lady that snatched Reggie Mantle’s heart? The world may never know.


“Hey man,” Reggie returned back to Earth when he heard his roommate, soon to be ex-roommate, in their toga with a big grin on his face. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Reggie took his hands and gave him a half-hug and a pat on the back. “I’ll see you.”

Jake plopped down on his bed, one last time probably. “Can’t believe you’re going pro, man. That’s big.”

“I know,” Reggie chuckled, picking up a football from the ground. “Even I still can’t believe it.”

“Well, as for me it’s the boring old office work.”

Reggie gave him a look before throwing at him the football which he caught with a lot of effort. “Shut up, Jake, you got a girlfriend who’s smart. She got you.”

Jake smirked. “Yeah she’s still pretty bummed about not getting that journalism job. She really wanted it.”

“I can’t believe someone actually beat Janine. Must be some miracle.” Jake’s girlfriend, Janine, was like a machine when it comes to her studies. So it came as a shock to everyone when she came barging in their room crying about how she did not get accepted to her dream job.

“Yeah, she told me it was taken by some monster that graduated from New York,” Jake chuckled. “Kept whining how the world is unfair cause the said monster was drop dead gorgeous, smart, and is now holding her dream job by the neck on her first try.”

“Wai- wait, back up,” Reggie stood up. “Did … did Janine say what the name of this said New York monster was?”

Jake seemed to think for a second and Reggie was literally on his tiptoes from the suspense. “I forgot man, I guess it was (Y/N) or something? I forgot the last na—“

Jake was cut off by Reggie’s jaw dropping in shock before genuinely laughing. Throughout their four years of being friends Jake has never seen Reggie this happy, even during his championship game. Reggie looked at Jake who was looking at him as if he grew a second head.

“Holy shit! I’m so sorry, man.” Reggie laughed once more, patting his shoulders sympathetically. “In behalf of her, let me apologize.”

“What do you mean?” Jake asked, genuinely confused.

“The New York monster that took the job from your girl?”

“Yeah …”

“That’s my girl.”


You just finished face timing Cheryl that was now living in London for some business transaction and she couldn’t stop bitching about the rain ruining her hair, which, in turn, just gave you something to laugh about.

“Good morning, stranger,” your favorite barista greeted you as you leaned in the counter.

“Hello, outsider,” You greeted her back. “Can I get my regular and a muffin?”

“Oooh muffin, you’re being a rebel today, huh?” she snickered as she handed you your favorite drink and a fresh muffin.

“I like to remain unpredictable.” You said as you handed her the exact amount and placed a twenty on the tip box.

“See you tomorrow, outsider.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

You sighed as the hot drink touch your tongue, fucking heaven. As you were about to go in your car you felt a small tug on your coat. You turned around and saw a cute little kid that had gorgeous curly locks hiding a sunflower behind his back.

“Hey, there little bud.” You leaned down to minimize the distance between you and the kid. “Are you lost?” You looked around you. “Where’s your mum—“

You were cut off when he suddenly shoved you the sunflower in his handsand ran before disappearing right around the corner.

“What the …” You cracked a smile despite your confusion and saw a small card tied around the sunflower with a note that read:

There’s more from where that came from.

“What?”

Just as you were about to look for the little boy a tall figure suddenly appeared from your peripheral view. And just like in your wildest dreams, there he was: standing in front of you, beautiful as ever, holding a bouquet of sunflowers and wearing that smirk that made your stomach flip in the most beautiful way possible ever since you were kids.

“Reggie …”

Before you could utter another word he sped up his last two steps and cradled your face with his free hand for a kiss. A kiss, a kiss that you have imagined over and over again, a kiss that was foreign yet so goddamn familiar from the amount of times you have dreamt and daydreamed about it. A kiss from Reggie Mantle was all it took for your heart to beat the same irregular beats that was reserved only for him.

I took you a moment to recover from the shock but when you did you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in deeper. You waited too long for this kiss and you never wanted it to end and he probably had the same thought in mind. But sadly, like everything amazing, it had to, or else you were gonna die from lack of oxygen.

Reggie leaned in your forehead and laughed just as you started to giggle. “I guess you missed me?” you whispered.

“You have no idea, pup.” You started tearing up, not believing that after all these years he was finally here in your arms, looking at you with the same dark eyes and intense gaze that makes you want to melt.

“I’m – “

“I love you.” Reggie made her forget her train of thoughts with those words. “If the kiss didn’t make it clear enough. I, Reggie Mantle, is in love with you and swears to be in love with you in this lifetime and the next.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Pulling him in for another kiss. “Promise?” You offered him your pinky.

He laughed, crossing both of pinkies and pushed both of your fists and thumbs together.

“Promise.” He gave you another peck. “And, I believe you owe me a date.”

“Oh, do I now?” you teased, giggling when he tried to kiss your neck. “Where would you like to go?”

“I waited for years for this date, pup,” he said letting go of your face as he opted to wrap his arms around your shoulders as you wrapped yours around his waist. He gave you the bouquet which you held with your free hand. “I’ll go wherever the fuck you want.”


Breaking News! After dating for three years and being engaged in one, star football player, Reggie Mantle and his fiancé’ the award winning journalist and published author, (Y/F/N), has officially tied the knot in secret in their hometown, Riverdale, with only a chosen few people present, one note-worthy guest was Mrs. Mantle’s best friend, Cheryl Blossom, the CEO of Blossom Inc.  and world-renowned author of two award-winning novels in her spare time. It was said to be a big event despite the small town in Riverdale as stolen shots were taken of the grand wedding for the official photographs of the wedding was announced to be kept in private and not to be publicized in the request of the couple.

This power-couple had been best friends their whole lives and decided to tie the knot right after Reggie Mantle surprised his, now, wife with her dream house in California where they were rumored to finally settle. The couple is about to head into their 2-month honeymoon that will be spent in different cities around the world that they have planned to visit ever since they were kids.

After you’re done crying and emptying your box of tissue we dare you to find us a more perfect couple, we’ll wait.


(Y/N) was breathing in the fresh air from the morning breeze. She stared at the view from her balcony: the trees, the lake, and the city far, far away. Reggie really thought everything through when he built this house just for her. He built her a home where she is safe, contented, and happy and she could never thank him enough.

She jumped a bit when she felt a fluffy blanket, which turned out to be her robe, being wrapped around her by none other than her husband. Even after a year and a half of being married she still feels giddy thinking about Reggie being her husband. Finally.

“You okay?” Reggie whispered, afraid of breaking this serene moment as he hugged you from behind and gave you a peck on the side of your head.

You decided to face your husband and give him a proper good morning kiss, wrapping your arms on his waist as he wrapped his arms around you. “I feel perfect.” You nuzzled your face on his warm neck relishing on the comfort only he can give you. You looked up at him and saw him looking out at the view before turning his eyes on you making you wonder what you did in your past life to have a man like him to keep forever.

“We’re in love, aren’t we?”

He chuckled at your question before leaning hooking a stray hair in your ear. “I can’t speak for you but you got me pretty hooked, pup.” You looked up at him through your lashes to give him a glare as if to say ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ and Reggie grinned, the same boyish grin from when you were in Riverdale, giving you another kiss

“You don’t have to worry about that for a very, very long time, pup.” Reggie sighed, pulling you closer to him, as if that was possible.”Your heart won’t break around here. I’ll make sure of that.”

You squealed when he leaned down and hooked his arms at the back of your thighs and sat down, taking you in his lap. You watched as the sun rose quietly, sharing the morning coffee you made to help you get ready for the day, small kisses and giggles shared every now and then and in that exact moment you realized you could stay there forever and already find the life that was your definition of perfect

But then on cue you heard the familiar wailing of your two other babies on their bedroom making you giggle and Reggie groan, leaning on your shoulders. “Oh stop it, you were the one who was begging me for a baby.”

“I asked for one baby, pup. Just one, I’m blaming your fertile ass for this.” Reggie complained but was still ahead of you towards his babies room. He loved being a father and everybody knows it. When you were pregnant anxious would be an understatement when defining Reggie as he watched your every move and made sure you were eating only the best to make sure his babies would grow to become ‘as strong as me and as beautiful as their mother’. Heck, nobody could touch you without receiving a glare from Reggie which in turn would result to you smacking him in the head as he pouted but still continued to follow you around like a lost guard dog.

“Or we could blame you fucking me 12 times a day, every day? How about that?” You shot back.

“Hush, (Y/N/N), “ Reggie said as he cradled Cherry on his right arm and picked up the older twin, Jason, on the other. “My babies can hear you.”

“Oh they’re your babies now—“

“TOUCHDOWN BITCHES!” You heard the all too familiar slamming of the door open and Cheryl’s voice from below. “WHERE ARE MY DEAR DARLINGS?!”

“I can’t believe I actually gave that woman a spare key.” Reggie sighed, making you giggle. “Since when did she arrive from London?”

“Come on now,” you said as you took Cherry from Reggie making him pout. God, his daughter had him whipped. “Let’s go down before Cheryl wrecks havoc in here too.”

“I gotta share everything with her,” Reggie complained to a now sleeping Jason, as he went downstairs and saw Cheryl with a dollhouse and a toy car that looked too expensive and too realistic to be owned by a couple of 7 month old babies .”One day I’ll just snap and assassinate her, I swear to God.”

“I heard that, you ass!”

“You needed to hear it, satan!”

You couldn’t help but watch as Reggie and Cheryl bickered back and forth while Jason was silently sleeping in his crib and Cherry was babbling nonsense while sitting comfortably in your lap.

“Listen here Poison Ivy wanna-be, you’re spoiling my kids and they don’t even have the mental capacity to be spoiled yet.” Reggie complained.

“I am their godmother I can do what I want because I am richer than their father.”

“Excuse me,” Reggie seemed genuinely offended and you couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Who’s richer than who’ has been a small game in between Reggie and Cheryl, heck, even Archie, who is now an international song artist, and Moose who is an owner of a couple of successful gyms would join every now and then.

I guess nothing really ever truly changed. Reggie and Cheryl just can’t admit they love each other with a gun aimed at their heads, you were still hopelessly in-love with your husband, and he still looks at you as if you were the reason the sun continues to shine every morning. Only now you had two little angels to call your own and more money than you can spend.

Not bad for a shy girl from Riverdale who was secretly in love with her bestfriend.

You looked at your family, once more. Leaning back, placing Cherry on your chest, you sighed in contentment.

Not bad at all.


A/N: I’m gonna miss writing this so fucking much. Fuck.


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Learning Curve

Summary: Stiles likes being Cora’s roommate, but he’s pretty sure her brother is hitting on him.

Notes: Inspired by this post. I’m not really into the sugar daddy thing, so I went a different direction with this. (On AO3)


Stiles is sitting at a picnic table in the shade, trying to get some studying done, when he hears someone calling his name. He looks up just in time to see Scott grin and say, “Hey, man!” as he sits down across from him.

Stiles smiles and shuts his book, eager for the chance to take a break.

“So, how’s it going?” Scott asks, leaning his arms on the table like he’s ready to settle in. “I know you were sad about having to move in with someone new, after I started living with Allison. So what’s it like, being roommates with Cora?”

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Just Doing Your Job (Chapter 1)

Request List 67, #8. Could someone please write an fpreg where the reader’s (or the one getting pregnant’s) lover is a half-snake woman? Like, woman on top, snake from the waist down? Not sure how it’d work, but this would be great.    

(oh anon, you had me at “snake woman”…hope u don’t mind it’s in multiple chapters!!)

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Life in the city was pretty tough. With it’s little parking space, traffic, and high rent, it wasn’t easy getting by unless you were fairly successful and held a decent job. Unfortunately, like most people, you weren’t. As a young, budding artist, you just barely scraped by living with 4 people in what was really a 2 person apartment. Rent was lower that way, but you couldn’t handle the lack of privacy and space. You knew you needed to move, and fast.

Fortunately, you were in luck. While it wasn’t the most artistic job in the world, you found out through an ad in a newspaper about a job in a nearby apartment complex. The complex was specifically for human mutants, and in order to make it as accessible as possible, many occupants needed maids or servants to accompany them and tend to their needs. You were basically being paid to be someone else’s shadow, but many mutants lived in luxury, and the job paid well. There was also the added bonus of getting to live with only one other person, so you applied almost immediately, hoping for some merciful occupant to take you in.

To your surprise, it was only about a week until you heard a response. With your background checks cleared and your application reviewed, the landlord of the complex approved you to come in and be a part of their weekly “companion meet and greet”, where you’d sit at a table and occupants would talk to you to see if you were right for them. It was a little nerve wracking, but you knew you’d be just fine…as long as someone decided to take you in.

The meet and greet had been planned just a few days after you received your email. Upon entering, you noticed a way more mutants than there were average humans. Before you could really take a good look at the crowd, a woman dressed in a formal pantsuit came over to you. She looked relatively normal, save for the fact that her eyes were all white.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Violet B567. I’m the landlord of this apartment complex, you are?”

“U-uh, I’m Darla, but you can just call me Danny. It sounds less…pretentious.“

Violet laughs a little, revealing sharp teeth. “Ah, I was hoping you’d show. I think there are quite a few tenants who’d like to meet you.” She replies, leading you to your table. After making you sign an agreement contract, she went over to where a microphone resided and announced that the residents could finally go and browse around.

For every human, there were about 5 mutants to match them. You couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed as tenants met with you, some more human than others. Many approached you sporting fins, multiple pairs of tails or wings, and in one case, frog legs, but only one out of them all interested you.

A woman with deep chocolate colored hair and amber eyes approached you, first looking over your paper resume you had laid out before she decided to make eye contact with you, giving you a smile.

“Your name is…Darla?”

“Yes, though Danny is prefered.” You reply, trying to sound polite. “And you?”

“Victoria L084, very nice to meet you.” She says, putting her hand out for you to shake. You were just about to go out and grab it when she suddenly recoils and let out an inhuman hiss, turning away from you.

It was at this moment you realized she was half snake. How the hell did you not notice that?

Her lower half was grey in color with brown markings, coiled just before the table. It seems however that she’d left a little bit of her tail sticking out and some poor soul with had accidentally stepped on it with his hooves.

“Excuse me, that’s my tail you’re standing on.” She calls, an edge in her voice. The man almost immediately hops off, the deer-like ears on his head folding back,

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to step on it.”

She huffs, puffing herself up in a defensive manner. “Yeah, I’m sure. Maybe watch where you’re going next time?”

“I-I-I…” The poor guy looked scared to death, but then again, you probably would be too if you had a snake-woman scolding you.

“I’m sure he just didn’t see you, your tail is pretty low to the ground and he’s tall.” You interrupt, trying to diffuse the fight. “Plus…he probably can’t see very well with his eyes shaped the way the are.”

She turns to you, looking serious, “How did you know that?”

“His pupils are horizontally slotted, so I guess….he’d be more in tune with seeing things from afar? I studied deer for a commission a while back.”

“Yes! Yes, that’s right. I-I dropped my glasses and broke them the other day, so I can’t really see things up close until my new ones ship in…” The man claims, looking ready to run away.

Victoria hums contemplatively, before finally relaxing. “Alright, ok, you can go. Just be careful, please.”

“O-o-of course! No problem! Bye!” He replied, nodding his head and bolting away. Yeesh, you’d never seen anyone run away that fast before.

“Sorry about that.” Victoria apologizes, turning back to you. “I hate when people touch my tail. My anger gets the best of me sometimes.”

You shrug, “I can get that, I guess. I wouldn’t like my tail touched if I had one either, much less stepped on.”

“Exactly! Some people think they can just walk right up and touch my tail. Sorry, I’m not a traveling petting zoo, at least ask before touching.” She exclaims, crossing her arms. “Say, how much do you know about mutants?”

“A little. I did some studies on them when freelancing for a magazine that specifically published for mutants, but I still have a lot to learn.”

“Well, the only way you’re going to learn is by observing. Has anyone else decided to employ you?”

You shake your head, “No, or else I would’ve packed up and left.”

“Perfect! Then, you can stay with me.” She smiles, taking a slip of paper from her pocket and writing down her number on it. “Text me and we can work out a salary through Violet and your moving day, sound good?”

“Uh, yeah, sounds good.” You stutter, taking the paper. She decided, just like that? You thought there would be more effort involved in getting hired.

“Great, I’ll hear from you soon, then!” Victoria says, leaving your table. “Bye for now!”

You blink, feeling a bit flustered. “Oh, uh, bye.”

This was going to be quite the job, wasn’t it?

-

You were right. To call it “quite the job” was an understatement. While Victoria wasn’t nearly as mean as she showed during the meet and greet, her life was VERY different than yours. Dedicated to science, she made her money studying threatening diseases in animals. She was a leading researcher due to her natural talent with predatory animals, and was known throughout her field. Being an art nerd, you wouldn’t know a thing about animal husbandry, but after spending a few months in her home, you got to know a thing or two.

First off, she had a very strict diet of rodent, chicken, and occasionally lamb. Due to her serpentine body, her diet was limited to just meats, as anything else could make her sick. Her diet was so strict, in fact, she bought a mini-fridge just for you in your room so your groceries wouldn’t touch. You thought it was unnecessary, but hey, you weren’t complaining.

Second of all, because she was away from home due to work so much, you were basically there to make sure nobody broke in as well as to clean up the dust that settles on unused furniture. Literally every piece of furniture was tailored to work with her body, so they were pretty hard for you to clean. She had suspended ropes and beams she could drape herself from, extra large couches to fit her coils, and her bed was literally a glorified tent to mimic a burrow. You never really used her furniture much, unless she invited you too, so quite literally you had to dust everything in her apartment.

And finally, you were also there to assist her in communicating with other researchers when she couldn’t. Every once and awhile, she gave you her computer and told you to reply with any emails with a script explaining she was away. You had no idea what she was doing, but you just assumed she was going into a mini-hibernation of sorts. It wasn’t until about a year after you started living with her did you realize you were wrong…so, so wrong.

“Danny? Are you there?” You heard Victoria call, her voice slightly urgent.

Peaking your head out of your room, you frowned as you called back. “Yeah, do you need me?”

“Uhm, maybe, quickly. Please.”

That didn’t sound good. You found yourself in her room in under 3 seconds, only to find her in her tent-bed, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“I need you to take my computer…my cycle..it started early,”

“Sure, no problem, but your cycle for…what?” You replied, fretting a little. “You don’t get periods.”

She nods, going a bit red in the face. “Kind of…I just..no, it’s embarrassing to talk about. Just take my computer.”

“Are you…sure?” You asked, bending to her level. “I know it’s none of my business, but if I knew, maybe I could help. That’s what I’m here for.”

“I just…fuck, ok, every once and a while I get pseudo-periods, but I don’t bleed, I…lay eggs, or at least my body wants me to. Typically mutants like me just lay them like normal and get over it, but I have lay in something, because that’s how the scientists built me. It’s painful not too, so I usually wait until my body absorbs the eggs back in and moves on.”

Damn. That was a lot to take in.

“So…you’re in pain?”

Hesitant, she nods, biting her lip.

You sigh, straightening up. “Well, I have no idea if this will work, but I have some heat pads in my room, and if you’re cramping, I could always try to massage them away.”

She looked bewildered, “You can do that?”

“Yeah, of course. It’s not like you haven’t made me to strange shit before.” You replied, smirking a little. “Remember once you made me get a piece of stuck shed off your tail because you couldn’t?”

You laughed a little as she turned bright red, “Well I’m sorry that the scientists who made me made my arms too short for me to reach parts of my tail! It wasn’t humid enough for all of it to off at once!”

“Right, right.” You chided, rolling your eyes, “Whatever you say. I’ll be right back.”

Grabbing your heat pad from your room, you also grab some aspirin and water, just in case. Coming back, you notice Victoria has modified her tent-bed to make it just the slightest bit bigger. Did she…want you to go into there?

“I brought asprin, do you want it?”

She shook her head, “No, it’ll make me sick. I will take the water, though.”

Handing it over, you plugged the heat pad in let it warm up before sliding it into her tent.

“Just put that wherever you want, but I recommend to put it where you’re cramping.

Nodding, you watch as she puts the pad under where her hips end and her tail begins. For some reason, watching her makes you feel odd, so you pull your eyes away and busy yourself with putting the aspirin on a nearby bedtable.

“So how does the massaging work?” She asks, lying on her side.

“I can’t imagine your muscles would be super different than mine in the abdomen area, or near your hips, so I’d basically be kneading them and have pressure on them until your muscles stop killing you.”

“Not sure if that’ll work, seeing as the pain comes from, um…actually, nevermind, go ahead and try it. It’s worth a shot.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, wondering what she would’ve said had she not cut herself off, but you don’t push it. “Ok, first, you have to come out here so I can massage you.”

“Oh! No, you can just come in here. That’s why I made room for you.” Victoria replies, shifting to give you more than enough room. Hesitant, you climb in, feeling far less claustrophobic than you were expecting to feel. It was actually pretty roomy.

“Huh, it’s warm in here.”

“Yes, well, it has to be. I really don’t like blankets unless I need to use them.” She explains, shrugging. “So what do you want me to do?”

“You should…uh…” Positioning was going to be a toughie, wasn’t it? “Lay on your stomach. I think I can reach you the best that way without having to sit on your tail.”

She hummed, complying with your command. Gently, you lifted up her shirt ever so slightly and began to work your fingers not only on her sides, but also through her lower back. She practically melted with satisfaction.

“Is this helping?”

“Hm…no, not with the cramps, but it’s a very effective distraction.” She replies, muffled by her arms.

“I guess that’s good, but I’d actually like to help you get rid of your pain so you can get back to work.” You say, thinking out loud a little. “Can you think of anything else that might work?”

You could feel her tense under your fingers, “Ah, no. Nothing you could do, I’m sure.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” She sits up, moving her away from you. “The only time I was truly able to get rid of the pain was when I had a girlfriend. She and I…um..remember when I said I could only lay in things?”

“Yeah? I don’t see- ooooh.” Now it all made sense.

She needed someone to lay her eggs in. She needed to have sex to actually get rid of the pain.

“Yeah, oh.” Victoria said, not making eye contact. “I don’t think you’d want to do that, it’s really unnatural for some and even if it wasn’t, you’re-”

Despite your consciousness telling you not to do so, you cut her off. “I’d probably be ok with it.”

She looked at you with wide eyes. “What?”

“I-I mean…” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What were you doing? “I’m not against it, it doesn’t seem bad. If you’re ok with it, that is.”

She gave you a stern, serious look, not unlike the one she gave you when you first met. “You’re completely serious about this?”

Letting out a bit of a nervous laugh, you bring your hand to the back of your neck. “I-I can’t say it was a joke, but if you don’t want to, we can always forget about it and I can just take the computer and leave.”

Silent, she seems to think deeply about your offer. It takes everything you have to not bolt out of the tent and lock yourself in your room, but after what seems like centuries, she speaks up.

“I think I’d be fine. Just don’t tell Violet, it might void our contract. I’ll have to find out later.”

Oh shit, she was actually on board. “A-alright, agreed.”

After a second of hesitance, she moves up to you, looking you up and down once before finally putting a hand under your chin and bringing you into a kiss. You hadn’t kissed anyone in so long, you felt a small voice in the back of your head yell about your own self consciousness, but it was quickly quashed when you felt your back hit soft pillows, her hands roaming up your shirt.

“Can I take this off of you?” She asks, her voice holding a sort of tone you’d never expect to hear from her.

“Sure, it’s all yours.” You reply, trying to be causal but dimly realizing what those words imply. God, is there a moment you couldn’t be awkward here?

Victoria really didn’t seem to mind, though. Taking off your shirt, she blinks a little as she looks at you, mistified.

“Oh, wow.”

“What?”

“You…have boobs.”

You let out a little laugh, amused by her thought. “Uh, yeah? People have those.”

“I don’t.”

Now it was your turn to blink. “Oh?”

Nodding, she took off her own shirt (or was it a dress? You could never tell, seeing as she can’t wear any sort of bottoms, ever.) and gestured towards her own chest. It was as flat as a cutting board.

“I guess that makes sense, seeing as…you don’t really need boobs with eggs and all.”

She shrugs, taking a quick glance towards your own before tearing her eyes away. “True, but I always thought they looked nice.”

You hummed, blushing a little when you realize it was a compliment. “I’ll take this off then, let you have a better look.”

Unclipping your bra, you let yourself relish as she turned a bit redder than she already was.

“Um, thanks.” She replied, her voice small. She was always so decisive and confident, you couldn’t help but feel a little amused by the fact she couldn’t seem to decide if she wanted to stare or not. Looks like you were going to have to make the decision for her.

Taking her hand, you led her hand to your chest, letting a smile play onto your lips. “I’m surprised you’re blushing this hard, you’ve had a girlfriend before, right?”

Realizing she had permission to touch you, she curiously felt you in her hands. “Yeah, but she was also a mutant, so…”

Ah, that made sense. You couldn’t help but shiver when her thumb brushed over your nipple, slightly ashamed of the fact that you could feel heat pooling near your thighs.

“How sensitive are you there?” She asks, continuing to make slow circles around your nipple with her thumb.

“Very.” You replied, feeling yourself relax a little. Not satisfied yet, she slowly drags her hands down your body and rests them just above your hips, realizing there was one more blockade in the way.

“Do you want to-” “Yes.”

Startled by your answer, she seems more than happy to unbutton your jeans and throw them aside, leaving you only in your underwear. You are so glad you wore your good pair today.

“Oh, they’re wet.” She noted, taking a hand and feeling the front. You took a small breath in, your body flinching with being touched the slightest bit. “That’s normal?”

You nod, “Normal.”

Content with your answer, she fiddles with the front of your underwear a little more before delicately taking them off, exposing you.

“I never thought you’d grow hair down here either…” Victoria says, more curious than anything. “Maybe I should stop studying predators and start studying humans. This is far more interesting.”

“You think?” You reply, a little embarrassed by her commentary. It wasn’t bad, but you’d never been looked at so closely before…not by anyone other than a doctor, that is. You really jumped when she placed her and against you, fingers separating the lips of your pussy and exploring. Your hands shot to your face as you let out a little noise, making her look at you.

“Is this ok?”

“M-mhm. I just…jeez, this is new.”

“True…for the both of us.” Victoria replies. Her hands aren’t doing much except explore until her fingers run across your clit. The noise that you make in response is obscene.

“Oh? Is this also sensitive?” She asks, using her fingers to tease it. You can’t reply, covering your mouth to muffle your moans and whines while trying (and failing) to resist the urge to buck up into her hand.

A sly grin shows up on her face, practically drinking up your reaction. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Listen, it’s- oooOooh shit ok that’s happening.” You protest, only to feel her slip a finger inside you. “Ok, cool, that’s my- oh god.”

“I know what it is, don’t worry. I learned that much in school, and from the internet.” She says, quickly finding your g-spot and rubbing it. “Who do you take me for?”

Your mind is going a bit too fuzzy to form a reply, enjoying her fingers way too much. When she adds a third, you can’t stop yourself from coming right then and there. It had been a while, so it was no surprise you only lasted a short while.

Victoria didn’t seem to really care. “I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

“Enough for…” You breathe, a little tired from it all. “Oh.”

Positioned right near your entrance, her ovipositor waits for your permission to move inside you. It was long, and reddish in color, and it kind of scared you but…it also excited you. You had no idea what this would feel like.

“Slowly, please.”



“Right.” She nods, and gently brings herself in. She feels way thicker than she looks, and your breath hitches a little when you feel her tail wrap around your leg instinctively.

“You’re feeling ok?” She asks, her voice a little breathy.

“Mhm, it’s fine.” That was an understatement. “You can start…um..”

She didn’t need you to say it out loud. Pinning you down gently, she begins to thrust in and out of you. It’s slow, but your body soon gives in to her size and allows her to move faster. Between your own natural body fluids and the ones she was creating, you were slick enough to move at a steady pace while still feeling the friction of her ovipositor rubbing against your g-spot. You were so close to your peak, the noises you made were loud enough to make covering them up futile. She was fucking you so hard you could feel yourself displacing the pillows nearby. This was too good to be real.

Then again, she was a mutant, what were you expecting?

Clenching around her, you felt your vision go white as your orgasm hit you. You were only dimly aware of the fact that she wasn’t finished with you yet as you came down from your high, her pace beginning to become messy as she approached her own peak. Coming deep in you, you could feel something fill you up, heavy and thick. When she pulled out, you could just see a small trail of come follow her ovipositor until she resheathed herself, as if it had never been there at all.

Both of you breathing hard, she takes the time to quickly rearrange the pillows before moving you to a more comfortable spot and laying beside you. Her tail had not yet let go of your leg, but you didn’t particularly mind.

“So…feeling better?” You ask, exhaustion settling in.

A laugh bubbles on her lips, “Yes, definitely. Thank you.”

“Mhm, not a problem.” You replied, finally letting yourself drift off to sleep. Last thing you can recall is the dull feeling of Victoria bringing you close to her, her arm wrapped around you.

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(hey yall! you can call me O if you’ve never seen any of my submissions before. next chapter will involve egg laying, so this isn’t the end of the story! but until the next chapter is posted, feel free to read any of my other stuff @or-beez . thanks!)

I Hate History

 Author: bvidzsoo

 Warning: light swearing, smut

 Pairing: Park Chanyeol x female reader

 Word count: 5, 925

 Summary: You always hated history. Maybe because your previous teacher was a nightmare, you weren’t sure….One day, a very hot and young teacher introduces himself as Park Chanyeol, your new History teacher. In some ways you’re glad that you have a hot teacher, but you also find him weird. Things turn out diferently when you have to make a project with him.

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{Special} College!AU Jooheon
  • major: accounting
  • minor: music technology/digital music production 
  • sports: said he’d try out for fencing because of his friend jackson but completely forgot about it,,,,,,,,,even though jackson texted him like 405282 times 
  • clubs: joined a movie club which is essentially like a book club but you all gather, pick a movie, and watch it. jooheon has picked pulp fiction like five times because he still doesn’t get the majority of what was happening in that movie,,,,,,,,,, 
  • if you’ve ever seen those memes about super stressed college students just laying down asleep in the library surrounded by unfinished homework, candy wrappers, and highlighters,,,,,,,,,,that is jooheon
  • if you look closely enough you’ll all see the light in his eyes is gone, his soul has left his body. left the library. left the campus. left this atmosphere.
  • and it is all because of his major,,,,,,,,,,,,which he hates,,,,,,,,,because accounting is just mathematics and droned out professors who sound like they’re saying the same thing over and over and over again
  • and jooheon has thought of bludgeoning himself with his auditing textbook on multiple occasions because,,,,,,,,everything is pain. College is Terrible
  • and all of his friends are like,,,,,bro you’re dragging yourself into a black hole just switch. changkyun is always like “look at me, i love my major because it’s interesting - you look like you haven’t slept in four days and i think your business tax homework is stuck onto your back with some gum.”
  • jooheon with bags under his eyes: i haven’t slept in four days. i haven’t eaten a decent meal in a week. and no changkyun, it isn’t “stuck” to me. my backpack is too full so im being innovative 
  • like it’s not even that he doesn’t study,,,,it’s just it’s so bland and boring of a subject that he can’t even motivate himself to apply what he’s learned
  • shownu literally had to come to his class once and pick up a passed out jooheon ,,,,,,,, it’s a Mess
  • the thing jooheon is really interested in is music,,,,,and he’s friends with a lot of the music majors so he gets to use their equipment and stuff if he asks
  • and like,,,,,,he wants to produce songs. and he has,,,,,,,,it’s just that no one knows it’s him
  • he has a soundcloud and every now and then he’ll drop a link to it on the student resource page and like,,,,,,,,,,it’s really popular
  • he publishes them under the fake name h*ney and any of his singles will go viral through school and be played at every dorm party on campus
  • even got off campus when someone tweeted that they were playing a h*ney song at this club that they were at and when jooheon saw he almost fell off his chair because??????? woah people really like what he does
  • but he knows a future with music is practically impossible, plus his own parents don’t know he took the production major as a minor because they’d be totally against it
  • and it sucks to feel like you’re being pulled in two directions; one toward what you really love, and one toward whats best for your future
  • like,,,,,not even his close friends know he’s actually h*ney and minhyuk’s literally always talking about how much he loves the songs and so is changkyun and even picky kihyun,,,,,,,
  • it’s like he’s living a double life LOL and jooheon wishes he could just be himself,,,,but it’s hard when he’s in class and the other accounting majors are all competing with each other for internships at huge companies and trash talking arts majors
  • i mean he already doesn’t really fit in perfectly,,,,,,,jooheon is much more social than a lot of people in his classes and he goes out on the weekends with wonho and minhyuk and sometimes he’ll crack jokes in class and the serious, no-fun students are just like “did you do the homework? what did you get on the midterm? are you working anywhere right now, i just got a job as a lackey at a bank-”
  • and so even with his grades slipping, jooheon knows that he’s never going to be an accountant, work in a bank, like the thought is so????? not him?????????
  • but all he does to deal with it is like,,,,,,work on his music even though he gets nothing in return because of his anonymity
  • and you,,,,,,,unlike jooheon who has a major he hates,,,,,,are undecided
  • and you’ve spent most of college taking random classes and not finding anything that interests you in the least and like it SUCKS
  • because everyone has a plan and you’re kinda like,,,,,,,,shrugging your shoulders because your friend looks at your schedule and is like ?? physics lab??????? international dance???? gender in the eighteenth century???? microeconomics????
  • and you’re just on your phone scrolling through texts or whatever shrugging your shoulders like yeah,,,idk,,,i can’t make up my mind
  • and you actually have microeconomics with jooheon and you sit next to each other in the lecture hall
  • which,,,,,is hilarious because out of all the people there you two have literally zero clue about what is going on because???? microeconomics,,,,,,,,,,,,,,doesn’t make sense to you guys
  • and instead of paying attention and studying you always fall asleep with your headphones on and jooheon has had to get into the habit of nudging you awake if the teacher comes by or there’s homework being passed out
  • and one day,,,, you have your earphones on as usual and you’re blasting the new song by h*ney,,,,and jooheon can hear it you’re listening to it so loud
  • and,,,,he just can’t help but smile to himself because,,,,,,,you don’t even know it but you’re sitting right next to the composer of that song
  • but also right before class ends everyone gathers around to talk about the final and you take your headphones out and you’re like,,,,,,,oh shit,,,,,the final
  • and jooheon is like,,,,,,,,we gotta get notes from someone fast or else we’ll both flunk and you agree but when you ask around most of the students either don’t have organized notes to give out or,,,,,you know,,,,just don’t want to
  • even though you and jooheon pull together a grand total of $22.47 as an offering ,,,, but you realize really fast you and jooheon are royal,,,,totally,,,,,Screwed
  • the both of you sitting on a bench on campus with your head in your hands until you sit up and you’re like “well,,,,,if we fail we fail,,,,not much we can do now. except-”
  • and jooheon turns to see you smirking and he’s like ???? and you’re like “wanna go party our misery away?” and he perks up because oh,,,, now that might make him feel better and you’re like “there’s this place i really like in the city, i go with friends but today ill go with my,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,partner in failure of microeconomics!!”
  • and that’s how you and jooheon end up on the cramped dancefloor of a popular club amongst college students and you can tell that over half of them are doing exactly what you and jooheon are doing: trying to forget the horrors of finals
  • and you and jooheon are having a great conversation on just how much college really stinks
  • jooheon spilling his hatred out for his major while you laugh and tell him at least he has a major,,,,,you’re just floating through completely unaware of what to pick
  • and you’re both shaking your heads with sighs until suddenly the song changes to h*ney’s new song and you light up and you’re like jOOHEON,,,,THIS SONG IS MY FAVORITE and it jusT CAME OUT h*ney really outdid himself this time,,,,,
  • and jooheon watches as you dance a little to the song and he has to take a sip of his drink in order not to break out into a grin
  • because again,,,,,you don’t know he’s h*ney
  • but you look cute,,, enjoying his music,,,,,,and jooheon realizes there’s a reason he loves music and not accounting,,,,,he loves it because it makes other people happy
  • like in this moment there’s a hundred or more other people here,,,young good looking people,,,,,but you somehow hold jooheon’s attention because of how genuinely you’re enjoying his music,,,something he created,,,,
  • and nothing has ever overcome jooheon like right now because suddenly he wants to tell you ,,,,, only you,,,,,,his secret
  • and he reaches out to take your hand and you’re like ????? and he’s like “im going to tell you something but you need to keep it a secret.” and you’re like ??????? sure????
  • and he’s like follow me, ill tell you but i think i need to show you so you’ll believe it
  • and you’re walking behind jooheon and instead of going toward the subway back to campus he’s telling you to come with him on the bus 
  • and before you know it you’re in front of an apartment building and jooheon is like “,,,,,you know how im an accounting major right? well im also,,,,,into making music. you might know some of my music,,,.”
  • you tilt your head in wonder because???? how could you know his music you’ve never heard of an artist named jooheon before
  • but when you step inside to the small apartment, turned into a mini recording studio jooheon starts up his computer and he’s like “here - tell me if this sounds familiar”
  • and the minute you hear it the minute you realize,,,,,jooheon,,,,,,is h*ney
  • and you’re like HOLY HELL NO WAY and jooheon is slightly embarrassed by your shocked expression but he’s like iT’s true,,,,h*ney is my side project and stage name
  • and you’re like oh mY GOD im in a room with a LEGEND DUDE YOURE A LEGEND ON CAMPUS 
  • and jooheon shrugs, but the compliments make him feel really proud
  • and you’re like “oh my god oh my g OD,,,,,,,,,do you have anything you’re working on???? id love to hear it???????” and jooheon nods excitedly and sits down to start opening up some samples
  • and you literally spend the next two hours going through all of the stuff jooheon is working on and him just telling you about how h*ney came to be, how he learned to sing and rap and produce
  • and you’re in awe,,,,you’re like jooheon you’re amazing,,,,,,god why are you even an accounting major???? music is your talent????
  • and you get up and tell jooheon to play that one song you really liked and you just,,,,dance because it’s so good it’s impossible to hold still
  • and you outstretch your arm for jooheon and he’s turning red like,,,ah i couldn’t,,,,dance to my oWN song,,,,,
  • but you pull him up anyway and even in the tight space,,,, with snack wrappers and magazines all over the floor,,,, you and jooheon dance to the song
  • and jooheon,,,,,,for a moment he swears when he looks at you it’s like he’s seeing you in slow motion
  • your hair hitting your face as you twist back and forth
  • the way your mouth is open just ajar, eyes sparkling with something he’s never seen before
  • and jooheon doesn’t believe in love at first sight or whatever,,,,because he’s seen you enough in class,,,,,,but there’s something about you,,,,,something that draws him in
  • so much so that he shared his bIGGEST secret with you,,,,,,
  • and when you both realize it’s like wayyyy past curfew you decide you’ll just go back to campus in the morning and jooheon pulls out the inflatable mattress he has and lets you take it and he falls asleep in his computer chair
  • but it’s cute when you wake up you’re just like WOW you’re h*ney i still can’t believe it,,,,,
  • but jooheon shrugs and is like “it’s true” and as you’re getting coffee before heading back to school you’re like “oh! by the way - i promise i won’t tell anyone,,, you want to keep it a secret right?” and jooheon nods and you’re like well,,,,,,you have my promise
  • and  jooheon thanks you and you tell him you’ll see him in microeconomics for that final you’re both gonna cry during
  • and jooheon is like waving,,,,but for some reason with you gone it feels,,,,empty,,,,,
  • and throughout the day he keeps thinking about how happy you had gotten listening to his music,,,,,,how apparently a lot of people get happy listening to his music
  • and everytime he’d look down at his accounting textbooks,,,,,,he could just feel that this wasn’t for him
  • and so,,,,,,, at the end of the day he decides he’s going to switch
  • and when microeconomics class comes around and you’re like heY ready to die jooheon tells you his decision and you’re like!!!!!!!! dude im so happy for you!!!!!! 
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,,it’s thanks to you,,,,,and you’re like mE??? and he’s like you made me see that music has the benefit of making someone feel something,,,,,i can’t do that with accounting
  • and you’re like flushing a bit because oh,,, you didn’t know you had such an impact but you’re happy you could help!! and jooheon turns to look athis paper but he’s like
  • before the test starts–after,,,do you wanna,,,,,,grab something to eat??
  • and you’re like,,,, as a oh-shit-we-failed-this-final kind of hang out or,,, a date??
  • and jooheon swallows and lowers his eyes but then he’s like “,,,,,like a date” and you feel your stomach do a little flip but you’re like ok!!!! deal
  • tldr; you and jooheon go on that date and it’s,,,,,fun you guys have a similar taste in music and you want to hear jooheon tell you more about his future plans 
  • but at the end,,,,when you’re doing circles around campus jooheon stops and goes “you helped me find what i want to do,,,,i want to help you too.”
  • and you’re like idk if you can,,,,,im still undecided,,,,,and jooheon sadly nods but he’s like “for now all i can offer is this,,,” and you’re like ? and he leans down to softly kiss your cheek and you’re like oh,,,,well,,,,,,,ill gladly take it,,,,,,,,,,,,again,,,,kiss me again
  • and jooheon is like on the cheek?? and you’re like nope, on the lips please (-: 
  • but jooheon is serious on helping you he gets together a bunch of his friends from different majors to talk with you and you’re like jooheon please it’s ok,,, but he’s like i want to help,,,,,,
  • you start spending more time with jooheon at his little studio and you’re always the first one to hear a h*ney song before it goes out
  • and you’re always hyping up his music because it’s SO GOOD seriously he could make money off producing
  • and jooheon never gets used to having someone stand beside him and praise him but he loves it even more because it’s you,,,,
  • his friend kihyun keeps demanding to know why you and jooheon keep going into the city together so much and you’re both like uMM,,,,,,,,for a group project,,,,,,,,,yeah,,,,,there’s a cafe there,,,,,,,we gtg,
  • and you like being the only one who knows jooheon is h*ney but also you keep encouraging him to maybe go public one day 
  • because that means???? other musicians can contact him???
  • but for now everytime you guys hangout at the club you hear a song and you just knowingly grin at each other
  • jooheon,,,,when he hears a song he likes sends it to you 
  • he makes playlists regularly and you listen to them whenever you miss him
  • you posted a photo on instagram of h*ney’s new soundcloud single and jooheon commented: oh! you’re a h*ney fan? 
  • and you rolled your eyes because REALLY so you replied with ‘he’s my ideal type, are you jealous?’
  • to which minhyuk replied: OH SICK BURN JOOHEON REST IN PEACE
  • you and jooheon both passing out at the library instead of studying until you get kicked out for taking up space and end up cuddled in each others arms in his dorm complaining about how college is hard and you should have both stayed kids instead LOL 
  • whenever jooheon overdoes it,,,,which he does a lot he stays up literally three nights in a row to work on a song,,,,,you have to come over and distract him with kisses
  • at some points you even have to sit in his lap and just use one hand to turn off the computer monitor and the other hand to go up jooheon’s shirt 
  • and he whines about the song he was working on but the whines turn into low moans soon enough and yes now you’ve got his attention (-;
  • but his friends are all super thankful to you because fINALLY jooheon isn’t torturing himself with accounting
  • you guys literally shred all of his homework once he officially switches majors. you also wanted to do a ritual burning of his textbooks but you were like wait no let’s sell them instead
  • jooheon: good idea. you’re so smart. i love you so much,,,,,
  • also not to mention but jooheon is the sweetest boyfriend he’ll buy you flowers randomly and give them to you after class
  • or he’ll do small gestures that actually mean a lot like he knows you forget your charger so he buys one that fits your phone to carry with him,,,,,,bought you a plush bee and was like you’re my bumblebee and im you’re honey!~~~~~
  • does horribly cringe worthy aegyo to get you to pay attention to him when you’re on your phone
  • but you still think it’s cute because you end up giving in and smothering him in kisses
  • you go to movie club with him once and instead of watching the movie you cuddle and try to throw popcorn into jooheon’s mouth and everyone is like ahEM PDA
  • and you’re like yes pda? i love my boyfriend????
  • you explain to jooheon what pulp fiction is really about and he’s like oh ,,,,,,my god
  • you share earphones whenever you guys take the train together,,,,,it’s really cute,,,,,,,
  • you both did fail your microeconomics final like you predicted,,,,,,,,but it was ok because it was microeconomics that brought you two together,,,,,
  • but you two also totally ripped the final apart in anger and then made out for a good half hour to cope,,,,,,,,LOL

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Two More Times the Gods Bothered Icarus at Work

The library doesn’t actually pay, per se, but if he volunteers a given number of hours, it does give him vouchers for select items purchased at the campus shops – class supplies, food and other sundries.  Icarus did the math and determined that the value of the vouchers was nearly as good as actual money, with the added benefit of the convenient location where he could stop by between classes easily and rack up hours for the week. 

And it’s fairly peaceful work.  Running the checkout desk; entering returned books into the computer; shelving books; light cleaning.  And Icarus is free to do some of his own homework as well, as long as he gets the list of tasks done, while still earning credit for being there.  Hard to complain about it.

He enjoys the tasks, and enjoys the hush of the narrow aisles, packed with books on either side, higher than his head.  They have a good section on aviation: old and new books; practical and philosophical; aeronautical and astronautical.  Icarus likes to sneak back to steal a few browse through them whenever he can.

Icarus is on his way back to the front counter with two books in hand, when he hears a yelp of surprise, two feet to his left, where there are a couple small steps leading up to the study carrels and tables. 

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Parking

For my dear @edierone, in response to her fantastic prompt: “The directions were unclear, but they’ve clearly missed a turn or something; they’re miles away from where they were supposed to be, and definitely going to miss the last flight out.”

Title: Parking

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Timeline: Season 7, post Rush

A/N: Mega-thanks to @piecesofscully for giving it the once over and correcting my mistakes. I swear to God, I will one day learn where commas go and when to capitalize or not capitalize things…

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The busy expressway they had been barrelling down has slowly transitioned and narrowed into a one lane highway. Scully adjusts her speed, guiding the silver Taurus along a soft curve through the thick Virginia forest. Mulder is quiet in the passenger seat, an unopened bag of sunflower seeds sitting untouched in the cupholder as he gazes at the passing trees through the window. He jumps in surprise at the gentle touch of Scully’s hand sliding over his knee, the soft caress startling him out of his reverie.

“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a little bit, Scully.”

Scully smiles, her eyes jumping back and forth from his face to the bumpy country road. “I said I think I might have missed a turn or an exit some ways back. Can you check the map?”

Mulder nods his head and reaches for the glove box, digging through receipts and paperwork.

“You ok, Mulder? You’re awfully quiet. You haven’t said much since leaving the hospital.”

Mulder speaks as he unfolds the map. “Sorry, I uh, I guess I’ve just been lost in nostalgia. This case has me reminiscing about what it was like to be a teenager, the desire to always be older and faster, the excitement for new stages of life, the angst. I think you should turn around up here.”

Scully slows down and checks the surrounding traffic before swinging the car into a U-turn.

“Do you miss it?” she asks.

“What?” he asks as he studies the Virginia state map.

“Being a teenager.”

He looks up from his lap to ponder the question before responding. “No. Yes. No.” Heaving a sigh he looks at her and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“Hmm.” She pushes a lock of hair out of her eyes and adjusts grip on the steering wheel. “I miss the lack of responsibility, but I certainly don’t miss the tumultuousness of that time.”

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Peter Parker Falling in Love With You. . .

Originally posted by warinfinities

  • So you both go to Midtown– and you’re the same age (in this story anyway)
  • You’ve seen each other around school and across the room cause you have most of the same classes, but you don’t really KNOW each other and you’re not friends. it’s just “Oh yeah, it’s that F/N girl from calculus” and “Right, that’s that Parker kid who’s in my lit class.” BUT THAT’S IT, NOTHING ELSE.
  •  Until the day Peter realizes he needs tutoring.

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I Know Now

Zimbits || ~5′700 words || Gen. Rating || AU || AO3

The team members who take Psychology, Biology and Politics of Food start up a study group, but it’s less of a study group, and more of a trying-to-set-Jack-and-Bitty-up group.

“Hey, Jack,” Bitty says brightly as he enters the living room with his textbook balanced under one arm, and his other holding a tray of freshly made brownie.

“Hey, Bittle,” Jack replies, already sitting on a chair with his books open on the coffee table.

Bitty puts his stuff down next to Jack’s, taking care with the tray of food. He lifts his arm to let the textbook thunk down on the ground.

“Where is everyone?” He asks Jack, sitting beside his fallen textbook.

“Shitty’s stuck talking to his thesis advisor. Lardo’s got a project due tomorrow. Chowder says he can’t make this week. No idea about Holster or Nursey,” Jack rattles off.

“So, just us then?”

“Just us,” Jack confirms.

It’s the second week in a row that has happened.

-

Bitty sits on a cushion on the floor by the coffee table, sipping occasionally from a mug of tea, and refreshing his twitter frequently. The others should be here for the study group by now. He reluctantly opens his textbook, figuring he should use the time to study even if no-one’s here to help him figure out the biology side of this week’s class.

He’s two pages in when the front door opens. Bitty looks up, eager for company.

“Jack! Hey.” Bitty smiles and waves at him.

“Sorry I’m late. Class went overtime.”

Jack sits down on the green couch, rolling his eyes when Bitty gives him a look. “Stop worrying about this thing.”

“Jack, it’s infested,” Bitty insists immediately.

“You don’t know that,” Jack replies.

“And you don’t not know that.”

Jack just shakes his head and takes out his own textbook and exercise book. “Did you do the extra reading this week?” he asks Bitty.

Bitty senses the topic divergence, but goes along with Jack anyway. It’s not the first time they’ve argued over the couch, and it won’t be the last.

“I did not,” Bitty answers. “But I printed it out.”

“Not quite the same thing. I’ll summarise it for you.”

Bitty smiles at Jack gratefully. “Thank you.”

-

The fourth time it happens, Bitty makes Jack move into the kitchen.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 20

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: OooOOOooOOOOOhhhhh~  

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anonymous asked:

So if you wanted some prompts I have some for AvAc Winteriron: 1) Bucky is crushing hard on Tony and is irrationally jealous of Misty, whose arm Tony made her. He also wants an arm spesifically made for him by Tony! Even if the one he has is working perfectly fine already!

2) After arriving at the Academy, Bucky is shown around by Tony, and is really drawn to him. He’s so impressed by everything Tony has done for the academy (not that Tony likes to mention it, he only does so in passing as if it isn’t important), and after staying there for a while he is slightly horrified by how some people treat him/take advantage of him all the time.

3) Every new song Bucky writes has subtle hints about how he is in love with Tony, not that Tony ever notices. Janet, however, does, and confronts Bucky about it to be sure he won’t break Tony’s heart, because she knows how Tony feels about Bucky as well.

These were so cute, I combined all three. This is nearly 6k, so ‘ware the readmore! (I’ll put it up on Ao3 as soon as I get a chance, for easier reading/bookmarking…)

“Hi, welcome to Avengers Academy!”

Bucky turned toward the voice, wary. When someone said “welcome” at Hydra, it usually meant they were planning to humiliate you or get the drop on you with an ambush.

Well, they could try. The Winter Soldier had carved out a niche of respect at Hydra, and he would make one here, if he had to.

“Usually it’s Jan or Pepper doing the welcome tour, but Pep’s off interviewing some potential recruits and Jan’s right in the middle of planning next month’s parties, so I said I’d do it. So hi, welcome – I said that already, didn’t I? – um, I’m Tony Stark, nice to meet you!”

Bucky looked him over. Tony Stark had armored boots and a gauntlet on his extended hand, and was wearing a garish red and yellow jacket over skin-tight jeans. Those jeans did not look practical for combat, but they did an excellent job of showing off Tony’s legs. Tony had artfully fluffy hair that made Bucky want to mess it up, and a scraggly attempt at facial hair that was kind of cute in its utter failure. He’d started off with a bright smile, but it was beginning to fade, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“Uh, okay,” Tony said, dropping the extended hand and rubbing it on his other arm uncertainly. “So you’re the Winter Soldier, huh? Is that… what you want us to call you? I mean, most everyone’s got a codename and, you know, a real name, but we’re pretty divided on what we want people to call us. I’m Tony and Jan is Jan and Pepper is Pepper unless she’s really mad at you in which case she’s Ms. Potts. But you should see how mad Enchantress gets if you try to call her Amora, and man, do not call Hulk Bruce, he smashes extra hard if you do that. And ‘Spider-Man’ thinks he’s maintaining a secret identity, so we pretty much humor him and call him that if he’s got his mask on, you know?”

Bucky considered this. “Names are nothing but words / it is the soul within that hurts,” he tried. Not the best meter or rhyme, but there was a theme there worth exploring.

Tony stared at him blankly for a moment. “Um. So you’re… cool with whatever, I guess. Okay. Well, I’m supposed to show you around the campus, so come on, I’ll make sure you know where everything important is!”

Tony led Bucky around the campus in a wide arc. Bucky already knew the campus layout, of course, having studied it in preparation for attack. But it was very different, seeing things with his own eyes, and Tony’s constant stream of chatter was often amusing.

“Two nightclubs, in fact,” Tony was saying proudly. “There’s the Galaxy club there–” He pointed toward a garish neon building. “–and the Guardians put on a mean death metal show, I gotta say. But a lot of us prefer something a little more homey, and that’s Club A. Pool table, jukebox, great dance floor.” He looked sidelong at Bucky, then shrugged. “Cap spends a lot of time in there, so…”

Bucky didn’t let himself wince, but he wanted to. His feelings about Cap – Steve – were… complicated. But Tony was looking at him hopefully, waiting for some sort of reaction, and Bucky was oddly disinclined to disappoint him. “The bartender is a robot,” he observed.

“What? Oh, yeah, I made him.”

“By yourself?” It took – had taken – a team of three Hydra scientists to merely perform maintenance on Bucky’s arm.

“Oh, sure, robots are easy. The challenging bit was upgrading him so it didn’t cause any long-term damage when his head comes off.”

Bucky stared at Tony.

Tony shrugged. “Crossbones keeps ripping his head off, and I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to tell him they don’t like that, but he won’t listen, so it seemed easier to just make it so it wouldn’t hurt them too much, you know?” Bucky had no trouble believing that. Crossbones was… unpleasant. It wasn’t enough for him to accomplish his missions. He made it personal.

Tony was still talking about the robot. “… already had some easy-repair joints for the robots at the blasting range, so I just had to find a way to–”

Now that sounded like something Bucky would enjoy. “Blasting range?” He swung his favorite rifle off his shoulder. “Show me.”

Tony’s smile was all teeth. “This way.”

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Title: It’s About Time
Character: Bill Weasley
A/n: Special request for a lovely anon :)

You had always known the Weasley’s.

There wasn’t a time you remember not having them be a part of your life.

It was a tad bit comical really. When you were small you used to tug on the ends of your father’s work robes and beg to be dropped off at the Burrow while he went to work. Your father worked in the same department as Arthur and the two were fine friends.

Your mother wasn’t a part of your life so you had come to adore Molly Weasley and became fast friends with her two sons, William and Charlie.

The three of you got into all sorts of trouble, playing hide and seek in various rooms of the Burrow and getting lost for hours while Molly searched the place.

You were closer to William though, you and him were the same age so you used to boss around Charlie and sneak sweets while he napped upstairs.

Then, as he acquired more siblings, you became close to them as well as they got older until you were constantly surrounded by a clan of ginger, freckled children.

The two of you were still thick as thieves when you were finally old enough to go to Hogwarts.

You both went together to get your wands at Ollivanders, bought all of your school supplies and robes together and made a promise to always sit in the same train compartment from there on.

William calmed your nerves during the sorting ceremony, and teased you for overthinking when you both got placed into Gryffindor.

Your friendship was never stronger. You both were practicing attached at the hip your entire first three years.

After that, things only got a little different.

You were still good friends, but with all the studying you both had to do it was hard to sit down and just have a chat.

Not to mention you had made the Quidditch team, so a lot of your time was spent in practices and matches or hanging out with the other team members.

William, who now liked to be called “Bill” didn’t mind though, he was invested in all of his classes and got great grades.

And in fifth year he was even made a prefect.

“Look at you,” You said to him one day when you both were lounging around the common room. “Showin’ off your new badge.”

Bill cast a smile over at you as he glanced down at the small pin on his robes. “Mum and Dad were both so proud, it’s hard to not be a little smug about it.”

You sunk down into the chair beside him, Bill tensed up a little at your sudden closeness but you had shut your eyes and didn’t notice. “What are you up to?”

“Me?” Bill said, shifting slightly on the sofa so you would have more room. “Studying for OWLS.”

“You? Nah, you’ll do great,” You leaned over onto his shoulder, peering down upon his work. “If you’re not to busy with this, tomorrow you and me should head down to Hogsmeade.”

Bill looked over you, all to aware of how close you were to him, and made the back of his neck feel warm and he just knew his ears had gone scarlet. “N-No! I’m free as a bird, I’d love to go.”

You smiled and jumped from the sofa. “Lovely, bring along a sweater or something of the sort. It’s supposed to get colder this weekend.”

Bill nodded, giving you a small wave as you went up the stairs to the girl’s dorms.

To say Bill Weasley had a crush on you would be the understatement of the century.

He knew it, Merlin knows his entire family did, and even lots of the students around him were aware of the dreamy looks he gave you while you spoke to him, or how his eyes would always follow you when the the pair of you were together.

Trouble was, you didn’t seem to see what everyone else did.

It remained that way for the rest of your schooling years. Endless months of longing from Bill’s part, and you remaining blissfully unaware of it.

It wasn’t until you both got jobs at the Gringotts facility in Egypt that Bill started being a bit more brave about wanting to admit his feelings for you.

He brought you tea almost every morning and always made thoughtful comments about the work you were doing.

In his eyes you were the most brilliant person in the building, and he wanted you to do well.

Bill knocked on the door of your office one morning, smiling whenever you looked up at him. “Hello, I hope your having a good morning.”

You took off your reading glasses and gestured him into your office. “I certainly am now, what can I help you with?”

Bill walked behind your desk and sat at the edge of it like always did when you had smal talks during break. “Well it’s just that, Christmas is coming up soon, and Mum’s written to me, wants me to come home for a vist. And I know the lot of them would love to see you again.”

You smiled up at him. “William Weasley, are you asking me to come home for Christmas?”

He smiled back, glancing away as his face grew warm. “Yes, I am.”

“Then I accept,” You noticed that the tie he was wearing started to loosen, he often complained to you about having to wear it, and he was awful at tying it in the first place. “One day, you’ll learn how to do tie it correctly.”

Bill watched you fix his tie, tightening it and making it just so. “You’ve always been better at this than I am.”

“My father was bad at it too. When I got older I just showed him the charm to do it for him.” You told him with a fond grin.

Bill’s eyes met yours and he noticed you were still standing close to him, hands now tucked into your cardigan pockets.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

Bill blinked, trying to decide if it was a good idea or not. Then his hand reached out and tucked itself under you chin, when you didn’t pull away he slowly brought his lips down to yours, giving you plenty of time to stop him.

He couldn’t help but be relieved when you didn’t.

Your hands came up and lost themselves in his bright red hair, successfully pulling him closer to you as you continued to kiss him.

When you pulled away to look at him, Bill moved his head up and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead as you embraced him.

“I’ve wanted to do that since 4th year.” He confessed, hand intertwining with yours.

“Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bill laughed, well aware of how pink his face must have turned. “I was always pretty awkward around you, didn’t have the nerve for it.”

You smiled and reached up to kiss him. “Just wait till I tell your mother.”

Bill wrapped his arms around you and returned the kiss. “What a wonderful Christmas present for her, she’s always talked about me and you getting together.”

“Oh dear, that must mean the rest of them knew too. Nothing gets passed the Weasley clan that’s for sure.” You said with the same fondess you always had when you spoke of his family.

Bill looked down at you, eyes filled with nothing but admiration and contentment. “I love you.”

Your gaze went straight to his, a small smile working it’s way onto your face as you tucked a peice of his hair behind his ear. “I love you, too.”

Bill broke out in a huge smile and kissed you again, spinning you around your small office space. “I’ve waited ages to hear you tell me that.”

“Well it’s simple to love someone. But it’s hard to know when you need to say it out loud.”
Takada Kenta Harry Potter AU

  • as a member of the slytherin house, you had a certain image to upkeep
  • you could be a bit cold, preferring to sit observe, forming a plan before acting
  • you certainly weren’t the most friendly student, so when the headmaster had asked you to guide takada kenta, a transfer student from  Mahoutokoro, the japanese wizarding school, you were a bit curious as to why
  • but you didn’t say anything, opting for heading to the headmaster’s office, bowing low at the sight of the japanese boy, who bowed as well
  • “kenta here was sorted into hufflepuff,” the headmaster said cheerfully, “so you two should get along well.”
  • “right,” you nodded, “well, i suppose the first thing to do would be to show you around the castle.”
  • “i’m excited to see the famous castle of hogwarts,” kenta confessed as you led him out to the front of the castle, “i’ve only read about it in our textbooks about the great war.”
  • “it can get confusing,” you said bluntly, “but it’s a nice place to go to school.”
  • even though you were the one giving kenta the tour, he ended up talking more than you did, telling you about his life back at  Mahoutokoro, about why his family had moved to england, and even about his various favorite subjects
  • “my favorite subject is potions,” you said with a small smile– you really did fit the slytherin stereotype
  • kenta perked up, “i’m excited to learn about potions with the ingredients available to english students,” he’d grinned widely, and instantly you knew you could be friends– anyone with an interest in potions was acceptable in your book
  • it turned out that the two of you shared many classes, and in an attempt to be a decent person, you asked for him to sit next to you, and had him eat with your friends during meals
  • he definitely seemed to be fitting in well at hogwarts, even finding his own group of friends
  • sometimes, he’d ask you for help with schoolwork, as the types of classes he was taking was different, especially history of magic, and he was struggling a bit
  • often times, you’d spend your evenings in the library with him, helping him with a paper or figuring out a new spell
  • your friends noticed that the two of you balanced each other out well, his cheery and at times naive personality complimenting your cold, blunt one
  • the first time you take him to hogsmeade, he’s in awe at all the shops and such, since they carry totally different things than the shops near  Mahoutokoro
  • and he actually ends up not liking butterbeer? which you’re willing to overlook because he’s cute wow did you just say that? yes, yes you did
  • when you inform your friends that you think you may possibly have a tiny tiny crush on takada kenta, they all just roll their eyes
  • “we know, (y/n).”
  • the way that quidditch is done is also very different at hogwarts, and it’s more of a spectacle sport, since  Mahoutokoro plays their quidditch in like, pure storm weather
  • he enjoys going to the matches with you, and even gets really into hufflepuff pride, waving around bright yellow banners with kim donghyun, a fellow hufflepuff
  • you just watched him in quiet amusement, appreciating how happy and carefree he looked
  • the two of you end up really helping each other study for the end-of-the-year exams, and spend a lot of time together
  • you can’t help but notice how incredibly perfect kenta is, and each study session just makes you want to bang your head against a wall and ask him to date you
  • he’s somehow able to take the stress of your exams away with just a couple reassurances?
  • and you’re really stressed
  • the morning after finals, you hadn’t slept for over twenty four hours
  • you were sitting in the great hall by yourself, shoveling cereal into your mouth when kenta sat next to you, handing you a steaming mug of coffee
  • “you know, i swear, i wish we were dating,” you mumbled casually, taking a large sip of coffee, “you’re like, the perfect boyfriend.”
  • you were so out of it that you didn’t realize how red kenta had gotten at you, staring at you with huge eyes
  • later that day, when you had actually gotten a few winks of sleep, the two of you were walking to the black lake to feed the giant squid when kenta turned to you
  • “(y/n),” he said, “this morning, what you said, did you really mean it?”
  • you frowned, trying to recall, “sorry, what did i say?”
  • “nothing! nothing,” kenta blushed, shaking his head
  • “no, really, what did i say?” you paused, trying to wrack your brain
  • “oH, that’s what i said!” you stared up at him, “fuck.”
  • “so it’s a no?” kenta nodded, his eyes a little brighter as his smile drooped a bit
  • “no, no,” you shook your head, “i mean, yes, wait no, ugh, I mean, I would date you.”
  • kenta smiled widely, tacking you in a huge hug, “are you serious?”
  • you huffed at his enthusiasm, “yes, i’m serious.”
  • “(y/n), I’ve been trying to ask you out for months!” kenta complained, shaking his head, the huge smile never leaving his face
  • looking back, you realized how oblivious you had been
  • for valentines day, kenta had bought you flowers– saying that he wanted to show you his gratitude for being a friend
  • he never even looked sideways at someone else, and always seemed to get flustered if you asked if he was interested in anyone
  • but once the two of you started dating, he was shameless, always cuddling up to you or hanging off your shoulder
  • it wasn’t uncommon to see the two of you eating breakfast, you sitting there solemnly nibbling your toast, kenta draped over you, chattering excitedly about his plans for the day
  • really just an adorable couple omg
A lover’s memory. (Jeff x Reader)

A/N: He. deserved. better. And this is surprisingly long.

Warnings: Use of alcohol.

Words: 1,693

Prompts: #42 “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”, #51 “Those things you said yesterday… did you really mean them?”, #56 “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”, #221 “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!”

Originally posted by wkom

You still couldn’t believe how someone as nice and perfect as Jeff Atkins existed, sitting in your bedroom you were looking at some old pictures from you when the two of you had started dating, smiling at the memory of how you two meet.

You were at the coffee shop, talking with your best friend about a school project, you were worried because you were on the verge of failing the subject, and your parents had already threatened you with not letting you go out with your friends for the rest of the year, and you were flipping.

“C’mon y/n, you just have to study a little more, I know you can make it” your friend patted your shoulder, trying to sound encouraging.

“It’s not about how hard I study” you pouted “it’s just that I really suck at it”

“You don’t suck at anything” they frowned at you, grabbing your coffees from the counter and handing you one of them  “please, don’t give up”

“Too late, I’m giving u-”

“I’m sorry” a voice interrupted from behind you when you were walking out of the place “Uh, sorry to interrupt but I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”

You looked at the boy in front of you, recognizing him almost immediately:

You had seen him before at school, he was pretty damn popular and you couldn’t deny he was awfully cute, he also had an amazing reputation, a good guy, you just couldn’t remember his name.

“Are you sure?” You frowned, looking at the cup in his hand.

“Yes, you’re y/n, right?” He showed you the cup, your name was on one of the sides.

“Yes I am” you looked at him a little bit surprised that he actually knew your name, you grabbed the coffee and smiled politely “thank you…”

“Jeff” He replied “My name’s Jeff”

“Thank you, Jeff” You nodded. 

You were about to turn around when he walked to you again “You know I heard you need help with certain subject and if you want… if it’s not too weird I could help you with it”

“Are you serious?” you raised your eyebrows “that’d be great, if is not much trouble of course”

“It is not, a friend helped me a while ago when I was doing not so well myself, so I know how to tutor someone in need” He chuckled “Can you give me your number, maybe? that way I can call you so we can agree time and place?”

“Sure” you smiled, you proceeded to give him your number and once that he gave you his, you left the coffee shop, your friend staring at you in a weird way.

“What?”

“You just gave your number to Jeff Atkins, one of the most popular guys at school?” they stared at you with shock “what the hell just happened?”

“I don’t know?” you chuckled “is not a big deal, he said he could help me, and you asked me not to give up, I’m just doing what you want”

“So you’re just doing it because I asked you?” they raised an eyebrow skeptically “really?”

“Really” you shrugged carelessly.


One month later you and Jeff were really close, you talked a lot in your study sessions and discovered that you were a great team. You got to a point where you knew everything about each other, and it was a matter of time before you realized how much you really like him. That happened exactly a month and a half after you met him.

“Hey, you” you jumped, taking him by surprise “How are you today?”

“Hi y/n” He smiled “Great, what about you?”

“I’m amazing” you smirked, “You know, I was wondering, what are your plans for tonight?”

“I have a date tonight,” He answered like it wasn’t a big deal “a girl from my English class, we’re going to the movies.”

“Oh” you felt your heart getting smaller in your chest, not sure of what to answer “that’s cool”

“I guess, though it’s weird you know, it’s the first time in a while I go out with a girl that is not you” He commented casually, looking at you “are you okay? you look like you wanna throw up”

“I-I’m good” you stuttered “just hungry.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you said slowly, a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach “I should get going, I have class.”

“Okay” He frowned “see you later?”

“Don’t know” you mumbled, walking away as fast as you could.

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It Must Be Fate

Johnny x Reader

Wordcount: 2,258

Part 2

“Shit.”

You stared down at your phone as the screen turned black.  You couldn’t believe you had forgot to charge your phone before you left your apartment, and now you were stuck in the dark, alone, lost somewhere in Seoul.  Taking a year off from university to decide what the hell you wanted to do with your life, you had come to Seoul to teach English.  It was a good way to earn some money and gain real life experience – something you hoped would help you figure out your future.   Of course, being in Seoul to teach didn’t stop you from exploring the city in your downtime.   Today, you had ended up hanging out with some foreigners you had met, who wanted to visit the SM Entertainment building in the hopes of seeing some idols.  

After giving up the idol search a few hours later, your new friends left.  They had insisted you leave together, but you politely declined.   You wanted to explore the area a little bit more before you left – a decision which you were now regretting.  With your phone dead, you had no way of searching where you were.   You also hadn’t seen a taxi go by that area in what felt like forever.

You looked around to see if there was anyone near the building you could ask for help.  All the fans who were idol-hunting earlier has dissipated after being disappointed when no idols showed up.  There weren’t really any tourists in the area either.  To be fair, it was getting late.  It was apparently an area you really only went too if you worked there or wanted to see someone famous.

You had walked up and down the block a few times to no avail.  About to start walking to try and find an internet café, you spotted a tall man walking out of the building’s fronts door.  Assuming it was just an employee, you ran up to him to ask for help.

“Sorry, I’m not allowed to stop for pictures.”

“What? No, please!  I just need directions!  My name is (y/n) and I’m here teaching English.  I don’t know my way around very well and I’ve been lost for over an hour. My phone is dead so I’m kind of starting to freak out.  Please just help me.”

You were beyond thankful you had been studying Korean for the past few years and could communicate with him.

The man slowly turned to look at you, studying your features.  You could tell he could clearly see how distraught you were. You noticed that he was dressed quite casually for a company employee.  Orange Nike sneakers, black skinny jeans, white t-shirt, face mask… There was no way it was an employee. But, it couldn’t possibly be an idol either, right?  He just walked out of the front door like it was no big deal.  Then again, he did say he couldn’t stop for pictures…

“Oh sorry, I thought you were a fan.  They were out here all day.  Where do you need directions too?”

You were surprised to hear the man now speaking to you in English.  Not a lot of people you had encountered here did.  He began to pull down his face mask so he could speak more clearly.  As he did so, a wave of shock washed over you.  There was no doubting who was standing in front of you right now.  Johnny Seo.  Johnny must have taken notice of your surprise because he took a step back.

“So… You are a fan?  Like I said, I’m not allowed to stop for pictures.  I’m really sorry but our company won’t let us.”

“Oh no! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like NCT a lot.  But to be honest, I didn’t even realize it was you.  I thought you were a company employee!  I’m just really lost and want to go home.”

Johnny let out a soft chuckle at your words.  He ran his hand through his hair, almost as a sign of relief that you weren’t going to attack him.  It was almost kind of endearing that you genuinely approached him with no clue as to who he was.  He wasn’t used to that.

“Now I’m a bit offended,” he smirked. “THE Johnny Seo is standing right in front of you and all you can think about is going home?”

“Wow, cocky much Mr. Seo?  I mean, you’re handsome and all, but it’s late.  And I’m tired.  I guess I’m just not the type to swoon over idols?  I just like your music and appreciate how hard you guys work.”

He chuckled again, clearly amused by you.

“Thanks. That’s actually kind of refreshing. I’m so used to our fans screaming and even crying when they meet us.  It’s nice to meet someone who cares about what we do, not just who we are.”

He smiled at you so widely you couldn’t help but to smile back, despite being no closer to home than you were five minutes ago.

“So about those directions…”

“Oh right, sorry.  Where was it you needed to go?”

You told him your address and he burst out laughing.  You looked at him, puzzled, and he just laughed harder.

“You know that’s only about a 20 minute walk from here, right?”

You felt like an idiot.  You had spent god-knows how long aimlessly wandering around, when you were so close to your destination the whole time.   At the same time, if you hadn’t have been so stupid, you wouldn’t be standing here talking to Johnny.  Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened after all.

“I can walk you there if you want.  I just came out to go for a walk anyways.  No phone, no members…   Just needed some fresh air.  Plus we wouldn’t want you getting lost again.  Based on what I’ve seen, I have no faith that you can make it home on you own.”

You scowled slightly at his dig at you.   He could easily just tell you the way from here and you were sure you’d be fine. Although, taking him up on his offer meant spending more time with Johnny.  And you didn’t want to risk getting lost and ending up in the same situation twice in one night – or ever again for that matter.  You didn’t give it much more thought and gladly accepted your new guide’s company.  You started walking side-by-side towards your apartment.   However, no less than a few minutes into your walk, your stomach growled louder than you thought possible.  You realized that between idol-hunting with your new friends and then getting lost, you hadn’t eaten in hours.   You were so worried about getting home that you hadn’t even thought about it.   Of course, Johnny took notice as he glanced down at your stomach and let a small smile form on his lips.

“There’s a good café on the way if you want to stop there.  The members and I used to visit there a lot when we were trainees.”

“What if people see us?  Couldn’t it end up as a scandal or something?  We wouldn’t want people thinking THE Johnny Seo is dating some random girl.”

“It’s fine. It’s late and I doubt people will be around.  Plus, the owners are used to keeping the fans at bay and letting us have our privacy.”

Before you knew it Johnny had your left hand in his right, and you were being pulled into a café.

He bought the two of you hot chocolate and coconut cake, saying it was his favourite combination and insisted you try it too, especially since he was buying. It didn’t matter to you that Johnny was an idol, but the more time you spent with him, the more you grew to like him.  He was cocky, but just enough to be funny.  At the same time, he was humble and kind.  Your favourite thing was how easy he was to be around.  It was like you had skipped the part where you’re supposed to be strangers and just jumped into knowing each other for years.  You weren’t planning on telling him, but you were glad you had ended up lost earlier that night.

***

“So (y/n), you think I’m handsome?”

He raised an eyebrow at you as he opened the door on your way out of the café.

“What? “

“Earlier, when we first met.  You said you thought I was handsome.”

“We’ve been sitting and talking in this café for god knows how long and you bring this up now?  You’re an SM idol Johnny.  They don’t exactly recruit your average-looking person.”

“I guess not, but that doesn’t mean you have to think I’m handsome.”

“If I admit I said you were handsome earlier, will you drop this topic?”

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“I hate you.   I wish it was Ten who had come to my rescue instead.”

“To be honest, he probably would have been even more hopeless than you.”

From what you knew about the members, Johnny was probably right.   And the truth was you were glad you were with Johnny and not someone else.

***

“Well, this is my apartment building.  I can’t believe it was that close the whole time.”

“Yea, that was pretty stupid. But I’m still willing to walk you up to your apartment if you want.”

“That’d be nice.”

Truthfully, there was no reason at all for Johnny to come into the apartment building with you.  But you weren’t ready to say goodbye to him.   You wanted to see him again, often if possible.  Maybe even end up as more than friends.  But that was unlikely.  He was an idol.  He probably wouldn’t get much free time like this.  Plus, how would you ever contact him again?  You could feel something between the two of you for sure, but you were convinced it could never progress.

You arrived at your door and turned to face Johnny.  You could tell from his face that he didn’t want to say goodbye either. But, it didn’t feel right inviting him into your apartment.  What now?

“Hey (y/n), you got a pen?”

You looked at Johnny confused.  That was random, but, you weren’t going to ask questions.  He did just help you get home.  You opened the door to your apartment, and walked to your kitchen where you opened a drawer.  Taking out a pen, you turned back to Johnny who was waiting patiently in your doorway, a playful grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.  You handed him the pen and he suddenly grabbed your hand and began writing.

“Johnny what the heck are you doing?!”

“I’m writing my phone number on your hand.”

“Are you serious?  What is this, some cheesy 1990s rom-com?”

“Look, your phone’s dead and mine is back in the practice room.  If cheesy and old-school are my only options, then cheesy and old-school is what you’re gonna get.”

“You could have asked me for a piece of paper as well you weirdo.”

He finished writing and you looked down at his number on your hand.  You looked back up at him, planning to make another snide remark about how lame he was, but his face had changed.  His cheeky expression had disappeared, and he now looked thoughtful, as he glanced between his number on your hand and your face.

“(Y/n), can I tell you something?”

You nodded your head in approval.

“I’m really glad you got lost tonight.”

It was like he was speaking your thoughts from earlier in the café as his own.

“Have you heard of the Korean phrase 인연인가 ?” (read: “inyeoninga bwa”)

“No… What does it mean?”

“It means it must be fate.  I’ve never really understood it until now.”

In a way, the two of you meeting was like fate.  You looked up at Johnny, not being able to help the huge smile forming on your face. You felt like your face was going to rip in half.  His smile was just as big as yours, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful he was.

Johnny took both of your hands in his own, and slowly began to lean his face down towards your own.  Unknowingly, you closed your eyes in anticipation.  How did your night end up like this?  You didn’t care.  You wanted this to happen.  Just when you were ready to feel his lips press against yours, you heard him laugh as he dropped your hands and backed away.

“You didn’t think I was actually going to kiss you did you?  We met what, like, two hours ago?”

“Are you serious Johnny?  Of all the people in the world who could have rescued me, it just had to be you didn’t it?”

“Come on, I’m pretty awesome.  I just don’t kiss on the first date.”

“Is that what this was?  A first date?”

“You bet.  Lucky you hey?  Getting to date THE Johnny Seo.”

“I hate you.”

“Don’t say that (y/n), maybe you’ll get that kiss on our second date. So don’t forget to text me, okay?”

And with that, he began to walk away.  You looked at your hand, the ink already beginning to smudge, probably from how sweaty your palms got when you thought he was going to kiss you.   You went to go plug in your phone so you could add his number.   Despite having no idea when, you were sure you would be seeing Johnny again.  You had to get that kiss.


Kk so this is bad and like, twice as long as I intended it to be.  But I couldn’t stop writing haha.  Thank you sooooo much for reading and I hope you guys liked it!!  As always, let me know what you thought and feel free to leave a request in my ask box!

JB Imagine - College AU (Part 1)

A/N - A new series for the blog! When I wrote the college AUs for all of the members, it really made me want to make it into a series and when I talked about it a few weeks ago on here, everyone wanted it to be about Jaebum so that’s what I’ve decided to do! It’ll be loosely based on the previous AU I did so feel free to read that if you want but this series will go more in depth, of course. I have some good plans for this one so I hope you all enjoy~

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First day of university. No big deal. Apart from the fact that when you walk into that room, it’ll determine all of your peers’ opinions of you. No pressure. Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door and walked into the room. There were six people already sat down looking as nervous as you felt apart from one boy. He stood out from the others who all looked the part of an English student. Everything about him screamed music or something like that, rather than studying Victorian literature. Whoever he was, he intrigued you. A girl you recognised from visiting the university a few months before starting was sat two seats away from him, meaning you could get closer to this ever so strange boy who seemed to exude an intimidating yet inviting aura.

You spoke to the girl beside you and quickly caught up on the time spent away from each other. The nerves that had filled you before were slowly dissipating as you waited for the professor to come in and start the seminar. When the professor walked in, the already quiet classroom turned silent. Everyone was feeling the nerves and didn’t want to be the first to break the silence. Thankfully, the professor was more than willing to be the one to do so. 
“Okay, so I hear this is the first seminar for most of you. Not bad. Things are going to be somewhat relaxed with me,” she said, “but don’t expect it to get too relaxed in here. I want you all to succeed and I plan to get all of you to a point where instead of sitting in silence, you know everything about each other and the way you all think. The best way to do that? Extract analysis. I’ll split you off into groups of three and you can read through excerpts from different Shakespearean texts and discuss with your peers what it all means. Then, we can feedback to everyone else and learn something new about the way we all analyse literature because I’m sure all of you will have a lot to say about these texts.” 

The professor walked around the room, assigning everyone to groups and, just your luck, the mysterious boy was with you and the girl you were sat beside. Once you were handed the extract, you immediately read through it and made notes. This was exactly what you loved about English and it really drew you in being able to analyse the ways in which characters speak. You started the conversation between the three of you and read off a few of the points you had made. All throughout the discussion, the boy didn’t say anything and instead just stared at you. He barely even looked at the other girl because his eyes were just on you. Every now and then you’d make eye contact with him and blush from his intense stare but would still continue to talk about the piece. There was a short break in the conversation and he spoke for the first time. 
“While I agree with what the two of you are saying, are you just ignoring the underlying message of the whole extract? Yes the obvious points are there as you have so kindly pointed out, but how can you not see that this is simply Hamlet’s cry for help. He’s shown so many signs of hesitation yet no one seems to think that’s his way of asking someone else to just avenge his father for him. Everyone seems to think he delays because the timing isn’t right but in reality, he is just waiting for someone like Fortinbras to invade Denmark and kill his uncle so he doesn’t have to because he can’t bear the weight of the guilt on his shoulders.”

Now it was your turn to stare. Where had all that come from? One minute he was just silent and then the next he was articulating such an extravagant point that you had never even thought to consider. It was rather impressive albeit intimidating. Before you could add your own comments to his point, the professor called for everyone to stop discussing within the groups and instead to share their thoughts with everyone else. The rest of the seminar flew by and before you knew it, you had to pack up your stuff and leave. You noticed the mysterious boy give you a smirk as he left the classroom but didn’t pay much attention to it since you didn’t even know the guy’s name. Since your next lecture wasn’t for another two hours, you decided to take the time to just sit and read one of the assigned texts for the following week.

As you walked into one of the communal study areas, you spotted an old friend of yours who you hadn’t seen in a few years. 
“Jackson!”
“Wow, (Y/N) I didn’t know you were coming here!”
“Same goes for you. It’s good to see you though. What are you studying?”
“Physics.”
“Wow, smart people stuff.”
“Yeah, I guess. I presume you’re doing English since you would never stop talking about it when we were younger.”
“Of course. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Proud of you, girl. Hey, any chance you saw my friend JB in there? I know he’s just had a seminar.”
“Um, maybe? What does he look like?”
“Wears black skinny jeans all the time with giant sweaters in an attempt to look cool. Has a lot of piercings, insanely beautiful and clear skin. Pretty dreamy brown eyes.”
“Sounds like you have a crush. But yeah he seems familiar. Does he ever talk a lot?”
“Not really, he’s got a bit of a ‘bad boy’ reputation he likes to keep up. Actually you’ll be able to find out for yourself if you know him since he’s walking over here.” Turning around, you saw the exact boy you were sat beside in the seminar walking over to you and Jackson. Part of you wanted to talk to him but the other part wanted to avoid him completely. Of course he was friends with Jackson. Murphy’s law dictated this would happen and you weren’t happy about it. Instead of moping to yourself, you just had to try and have a proper conversation with him and ignore the fact that you were noticing everything Jackson had said. His skin really was beautiful and his eyes were such a deep, lovely colour. Now you realised that you had been staring and tried to avert your eyes away from him before he could notice. Too late. You heard him chuckle to himself before talking to Jackson. 
“Jinyoung, Bambam and I were talking about going out tonight, fancy joining us, Jackson? Providing you don’t get too wasted of course.”
“Can’t make any promises there, JB. You know once I’ve had one beer I need to have five more.”
“I do know. Not a fun aftermath. But want to join us anyway, you can bring this lovely lady with you too if you want.”
“What do you say, (Y/N)?”
“Maybe. I don’t think I’m doing anything tonight.”
“Perfect,” JB said, “can’t wait to see you there.”
“What happened in that seminar you guys had?”
“Nothing unusual, why?”
“Well he just winked at you. JB never flirts with anyone apart from his cat.”
“I’m sure it was nothing, Jackson. Now I need to actually study and do some work.”
“Oh, of course. I’ll let you get on with it. I’ll text you later about going out tonight.”
“Sure thing. See you later.”

Sitting down, you put your head in your hands. What even was that wink? You had said to Jackson it was probably nothing but inside you were questioning everything. Even though the two of you had barely spoken to each other, there was definitely some spark there, wasn’t there? Who even knows. He was probably just being friendly and probably didn’t even wink either. But there was also the question about going out with Jackson, JB and their friends. It could get a bit awkward but could also be the perfect opportunity to get to know this JB person. Besides, he was also an English student so getting to know him might not be too bad, right?