anyway get this today the teacher

So about a…month ago or maybe more, I got a letter from my school saying that I was getting an award, but unlike the other two, they didn’t say for what. Anyway, today’s the certification and I am so nervous - if it’s for something like kindness then my parents won’t be that proud :D

I’m honestly nervous, though. I mean, I’m averagely good in all subjects, but there isn’t something I’m extraordinary in. And I’m not active in any clubs or sports? Maybe it really will be something like “Exemplary Behavior” because I’m drawing a blank for everything except how much of a teacher’s pet I am.

You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!

Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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Southside Sweetheart

Jughead x Reader

Request: can you do a jug x reader where she’s from the south side and her whole family and friend group is super sketchy and involved with the serpents, and so she’s on betty and and jug’s suspect list? anyways so when he meets her he finds out she’s a literal sweetheart and he falls for her? thanks love

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2,273

A/N: In case you need something to read before tonight’s episode cause things are about to get FUCKED. I also changed it a little, hope that’s okay!


A freshman kiss, never talked about. Ignored and pushed away.

A gang, a mother’s arrest. My mother’s arrest, for a fight in a bar.

Me, left for a year on my own, trying to figure everything out.

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unless you want angst so strap in. Alright i talked to my physics teacher today for a while and have found answers. So my last post said that with relativity time is different in space (that’s why the Interstellar thing happened the way it did up until the bookcase thing). I said that it could happen to where team Voltron will be in space for a year or so and when they get back only like 3 days will have passed (my headcanon, wishful thinking). WELL I HAVE FOUND OUT TODAY (let’s see if i can get this down in words) in order for time to have been slower for the people on Earth, Earth would have to accelerate to the same reference frame as all the lions and the castle, which Earth CANT do. SO the only way it CAN work is if they get back to Earth and like a hundred years or so have passed. Which would be freaking amazing in a fan fic (oh my GOD imagine the Langst with his homesickness) but in canon that would suck mega dicks so that prolly won’t happen.

OH OK UPDATE: So she said today that gravity affects time (makes it go slower the stronger it is) and we know that gravity near black holes is HELLA strong and so JUST FROM WHEN TEAM VOTRON WAS AT THE BLADE OF MARMORA time on earth should have passed a lot quicker than it had for everyone in space. (so say they’ve been in space for a year by the end of the series, it should be like ~100 years have passed on Earth)

Paired up - Yoongi (suga)

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Group: BTS
Member: Suga
Type: Smut
warnings: sexual content!

A/N: so i had this dirty dream about yoongi and i feel so blessed omg i decided to share it with you guys!! 

Group assignments are a pain in the ass. Everybody knows that and everybody hates them. However, you thought it would get a little more bearable now you’ve been paired up with the hot, mint haired guy in your class. You didn’t really know what he was like though, he never really said much and was mostly napping during class so you didn’t get the chance to get to know him very well. You thought he didn’t talk alot because he was shy and didn’t like to be in the spotlight, but boy were you wrong.

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I Don’t Need You Anymore Part 2 (Justin Foley)

From: 13 Reasons Why

Warnings: Swearing, rushed ending??

It’s been a week since you’ve been to school, trying to get over everything.

But today you promised yourself you’ll be okay. You walk to school and try to seem normal, you know, like your heart didn’t break into pieces? Yeah. You walked with Clay and you guys just talked and you were looking around for Justin, yeah sure you said no, and that you didn’t need him but nonetheless you still loved him. Not seeing him you frowned in disappointment. “If you still love him, then why’d you say that you didn’t?” Clay asked noticing the disappointment etched on my face. “I didn’t want to get hurt again” You shrugged. “But you still live with him being your muse y/n” He says stopping.

“What are you talking about? I do not” you exclaim opening your locker. “y/n/n, dude, you still have him as your home screen. You still have pictures of him beside your bed. For fuck’s sake y/n. Just admit it” Clay says folding his arms. “So what, i still do, what’s your problem?” you say slamming your locker shut and begin walking to class with your twin. “I’m just saying, I know I wanted you guys broken up but you’re miserable without him” Clay explains softly. “I know but, it doesn’t make up for what he did Clay. He really broke my heart” You reply trying to stop yourself from crying. “I know y/n, I know. But maybe you need each other to mend that heart” he replies sighing.

You sit in class and try not to think of Justin and but God knows you couldn’t. Thoughts ran around your head. ‘Is he okay?’ or ‘how is he?’ most importantly ‘WHERE is he?’ and sooner or later, class is over. You walk to the cafeteria sitting by Clay and his best friend Tony.

“y/n, how you doing so far?” Tony asks reaching to hold your hand. “I’m good no worries” You say shooting him a smile. “She’s not fine” Clay grumbles. “I didn’t believe it either clay” Tony says looking at you. “Guys I’m fine” You exclaim picking at your food. “I’m telling you y/n/n, Justin is miserable without you” Tony tells you sincerely.

“Really? Then where is he? Out having fun with his friends? None of them are here. Not even Zach. Must be some party or something” You reply close to yelling. “Calm down y/n” Clay says holding you. “I’m missing him and it sucks that he’s okay” you say tearing up. “Why don’t we just skip today?” Clay says walking you out. “Mom will kill you” You reply walking out anyway. “Eh she knows you aren’t okay” Clay replies taking you to Tony’s car.

Tony walks over and all of you guys go to Rosie’s to get some milkshakes. After your milkshake you go back to school because you refused to skip communications class. “There you are y/n, have you seen Dempsey, Standall, Walker, Foley and Montgomery?” Your teacher asks as you hand her a late slip. “No why?” You ask sitting down. “They never went to school and since you were close to them I just thought-“ You cut her off “well i don’t know where they are”

You listen to the lecture and much to your dismay, its about heartbreak. “What does heartbreak feel like?” Your teacher asks. “It’s when someone sees how much you love and admire them then they play with your feelings then stomp on your heart” you reply. “Yeah but its also when you reject someone because you are scared to be with them thus you break their heart before they break yours” Pratters continues. “So it’s a defense mechanism? But for humans right?” Skye asks suddenly taking interest. “Yes actually” Pratters replies. “So Miss, is it wrong for humans to have that defense mechanism?” You ask your teacher. “Wow you’re all chattery today. But yes, it can be because sometimes you cancel out the probability of you being happy because of a traumatizing incident or a mistake someone did” she replies. “So-“ you were cut off by the bell.

You walk to your compliment bag and see that there were exactly a weeks worth of notes. 7 to be exact. You read the first one

“Hey I know you’re not here, i have no idea why and I know. I promised to leave you alone but I love you - Justin”

you opened the second one

“Watching clouds is pretty. But it was prettier when i watched them with you - guess who”


“My arms been missing you, who’s been kissing you since you went away? No one I hope”


“Come back. Your smile is everything to me”


“you’re the voice I hear inside my head… The reason that….. i’m alive”


“Words will never express how sorry I am. I miss everything about you”


“You transferred schools didn’t you? Anyway, when you collect this know that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and I’m shit for breaking your heart. More than once. I love you with all my heart and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. I hope you smile today because even if i don’t see it, It’ll make the people around you happy and you are just… everything to me. I love you y/n”

You start to cry seeing all these notes. You walk home and keep them in a cute box under your bed which holds all your letters with Justin and everything from your relationship. You tear up missing him. And fall asleep holding the teddy bear he bought you once which he named little Justin.

The next day you woke up bright and early hearing knocking on your door. You open your door and see Zach with Alex. Both tired and hair messy. “What happened to you two?” You ask them gesturing to their whole being. “Have you seen Justin?” Alex asks looking around your house. “No? I haven’t seen him since I-“ you were cut off “rejected him. Yeah okay” Zach replies walking out. “What’s wrong?” You ask walking out with them. “Justin is missing. We saw blood in the room he was staying with Bryce and we don’t know what to think” Zach says shaking his head.

Your eyes widen in shock. “He’s missing?” You ask stupidly. “Yeah and that’s why we’re not sleeping and we skip class” Alex says taking a chug of a starbucks cup he’s been holding. “Follow me” You run to your favorite spot expecting him there. “Nada. We checked here y/n” Zach says as you stare at the tree. You think about all the places you’ve been together. You check them all out and he’s no where to be found. You break down crying and Zach and Alex try to comfort you. “I can’t believe I- It’s all my fault I’m-“ you kept cutting yourself off as you blamed yourself for what is happening. “Y/n It’s okay” Alex says rubbing your back. “No! It’s not. I broke the heart of someone I loved just so I can prevent myself from getting hurt and now we can’t find him” You sob into Zach.

You think of Justin and everything.

“y/n. I love the song “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved” I find it romantic” Justin says stroking your hair. “When was Justin Foley a softy” you teased.

You remember what Justin said a week after he asked you out. You sing the song in your head until you hear it

“Cause if one day you wake up and find that your missing me

and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be

And maybe you’ll go down in the place that we’d meet”

Your head snapped up, “I THINK I KNOW WHERE HE IS” You shout wiping your tears and taking off. The two boys run after you as you rush to starbucks. And sure enough you see Justin sitting in the corner table, where you sat when you first met, looking outside as tears fall down his face. “Justin” you whisper walking up to him. His face snaps up hearing your voice as he turns to you more tears begin to fall. “I’ve missed you” he whispers standing up to hug you, “You came. I can’t believe you came. I was sure you didn’t love me anymore.” Justin whispers crying into your shoulder. “Baby I never stopped. I was scared that you’d hurt me” You replied holding him tighter.

“Baby the day I chose Jess over you my life became a living hell. I know it took me long to appreciate the things you do for me but I love you with all my heart and I miss you so much. Darling please be mine again” Justin says hugging you like if he let go, even for a second, you’d disappear.

“Yes Justin. I will be yours. I’ve missed you and everything sucks when you’re not around” You reply hugging him. You stay like that for a few hours until you notice his knuckles. “Justin what did you do?” You say bringing a hand to touch his wounds on his knuckles. He flinches and replies “I punched the wall every time I thought about how stupid I’ve been”

You kiss him on the lips. Longing for this familiar feeling. “Don’t…  leave….. me…. again…” he says in between kisses. “as long as you don’t break my heart again” you reply pulling away.

“Come on. Let’s go home” You say holding out your hand. He takes it and replies “I’m already home” then he hugs you from the side as you both walk out Starbucks.


“There you are!” Alex says catching his breath. “YOU FOUND HIM” Zach says tackling you both for a hug. “Yeah. She did” Justin replies staring at you lovingly. “And we’re both happy again” You say lacing your fingers with his.


Dean and I have a lot of different interactions so I’m gonna try to organize the posts about them a different way.
Thursday was kinda eventful if I say so myself.

On my way to fill up my water bottle between first and second period, Dean caught a glimpse of me and literally RAN to the water fountain to keep me from filling up my bottle.
“No water during class transition.” He said with stupid smug look on his face, even though I fill up my bottle during every transition everyday.

I use the bathroom every period to catch a glimpse of him sitting in the hall since him and another administrator chill in the hall all damn day. When I went to use the bathroom during second period he walked by me with a weird look on his face.
“You look good.” He mumbled as he passed by me.
I immediately giggled and turned to watch him walk away. He’s an idiot.

When I went to use the bathroom third period, I stopped to talk to him and the other administrator, we’ll just call him Admin, at their post. Admin got up and walked to their office, leaving just Dean and me. I had a cherry flavored lollipop in my mouth.
[SIDENOTE: I eat a lot of lollipops around Dean.]
“Let me get some of your lollipop.” He said, leaning forward in his chair.
“It was in my mouth, though. You sure?” Knowing he wouldn’t care.
He shrugged in response so I held the lollipop out, smirking. We weren’t alone in the hall so he ended up shaking his head.
“Nah, it would be inappropriate.” He grumbled, obviously a little disappointed.
I just kinda laughed and told him I’d give him one later.

While we were at lunch he walked by my table and pointed at me saying “Ms.[my last name], I need to talk to you.”
Needless to say, I got scared and was worried about it all lunch long.
At the end Of lunch I held back so we’d be the last ones up the steps and I could ask him about it. Long story short, I’d given one of my teachers attitude and that apparently isn’t very student government like behavior. (I’m the head of community service)
When I went to defend myself he immediately rushed to say “I can see you giving Mr. D sass.”
“Ok have you actually seen me give him sass or is it that you can picture me giving him sass?” I shoot back

He replies with, and I swear this is true, “I know you give him sass because I stick my head in the back door to try to get your attention all the time and have, in fact, witnessed you giving him sass.”
Which of course gave me a mini heart attack.

My fourth period class is a computer based one so I always make up excuses to get out and wonder the halls in hopes to bother Dean, who just so happened to walk into my class when I was getting my note written.
“How are you getting out of class this time, nerd?” He started to peer over my shoulder at the note.
I didn’t wanna tell him since it was a teacher he’s always joking about me having a crush (even though he knows that it’s himself I’m crushing on) on and saying that that particular teacher is my favorite instead of he himself.
So I didn’t let him see it and went to wait in the doorway of my class.
When Dean walked by me to leave the room, he tried to snatch the note out of my hand. I’m lowkey a ninja tho so he was unsuccessful.
“[My name], let me see the note.” He was all stern like and put his hips and it was super cute.
I sighed and held the note up in his face.
“Oooooh of course it’s a note to go to his room. That’s crazy considering I was abouta ask you to come hang out with me in my office.”

I literally have no shame cuz I was all “WELL IF THATS THE CASE forget said teacher I’ll just go in your office.” like super fast.
He shook his head and started walking away but gave me the universal hand sign for “wait a second.”
I waited for more than a second though I waited all fuckin period and the dumbass didn’t come get me.

When I went to use the bathroom during fifth period I went over to his post and started bugging him to let me use his pen.
“Where are you going with my pen?” He asked after finally giving it up.
“To the office to sign something real quick.”
“Oh damn well I was gonna take you somewhere but guess not.”
Which also made me show that I have no shame cuz I was all “Where you tryna take me cuz I mean we can go.” all fast n stuff.
He just shrugged though and was all “Oh too late ya lost your chance.”
At this point I was pissed cuz that was the second time today so I just tossed him his pen and went to class.

He texted me after school asking if I was excited for prom and who I was going with.
I told him not really but I’m going anyways and also some girl that we’ll name S. (Not to be confused with my lesbian Best friend J)
He knows I’m Bisexual and knows S has a boyfriend so he was all “Ooooh you home wrecker. Try not to seduce her.”

I replied: “Lol I’ll try not to I don’t think it’s my strong suit anyways.”
Dean: “You’re okay at it. Could be better 😉”
Me: “Wow ok I’ll keep that in mind.”
Dean: “I’m just messing with ya nerd.”
Me: “Hmmm yeah ok.”
Dean: “Was gonna pull you aside today but then thought better of it yanno.”
(I don’t know why he types y'know like that)

I was complaining about getting into trouble and I was all “So when I gonna get perks for being your favorite student.”
And he goes
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Can I Help?

Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 5,439

Genre: Smut

This is definitely a re-upload :) sorry it was deleted!

I don’t like school. You may ask, “well, duh, who’s enjoying this hell hole?”, but nobody asked you. I have to force myself to go to class every day, and my English class just makes it worse. The teacher is amazing, he’s my favorite by far, but the teacher’s assistant? He is easily the cockiest, rudest, most disrespectful man on the face of this planet. He’s only 3 years older than me, 21-years-old, and so the childish “look how hot I am” persona is still there. Don’t get me wrong, he is definitely hot—too hot! They shouldn’t allow men like him into the world, does things to our bodies. Anyway, today we’re getting our results back from our last test and I already know 100% that I failed. My teacher keeps saying I should get a tutor, but that sounds so gross. Mr. Jeon walked around handing back the tests while Mr. Kim, sin himself, stood smirking at everyone, his eyes lingering on me for a second too long every so often. UGH. “Y/N”, his voices startled me, my eyes darting up to meet his. I frowned, taking my test from him as he sighed, “I won’t say it again, you should get help for this class. I don’t want you to fail”. I nodded slowly, “I don’t really know who to ask”. He smiled slightly and gestured over at his TA, “that’s quite literally what he’s here for”. “No, that’s okay. I will find someone else”, I murmured, the bell ringing right after. Everyone got up and filed out, but I took my time. “You would be willing to help her, right, Taehyung?”, Mr. Jeon asked him politely, no hint of anything in his voice as he packed up his desk. Mr. Kim grinned, nodding without hesitation, “of course, Jungkook. Anything to help your—I mean our students”. H gave me a subtle smirk without Mr. Jeon seeing, so I rolled my eyes. “Gross”, I whispered, turning to Mr. Jeon with a smile, “sure, I’d love the help. Thank you”. He clapped his hands together and smiled, “does tomorrow after class work for both of you? You can use my room”. We both nodded and I left quickly after thanking my teacher again so Mr. Kim couldn’t say another word. No thanks! Not today! I got home and tried to focus on anything other than tomorrow. Kim Taehyung, you better keep your comments to yourself.

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Paired Up - Yoongi (suga)

Ahhh idk i dreamt about Yoongi and i decided to share my awesome dirty dream with you guys, i feel so blessed! 

Group assignments are a pain in the ass. Everybody knows that and everybody hates them. However, you thought it would get a little more bearable now you’ve been paired up with the hot, mint haired guy in your class. You didn’t really know what he was like though, he never really said much and was mostly napping during class so you didn’t get the chance to get to know him very well. You thought he didn’t talk alot because he was shy and didn’t like to be in the spotlight, but boy were you wrong.

He turned out to be quiet because he just generally dislikes people and simply doesn’t feel like interacting with them. You discovered that soon enough when you two went to the library each day after class hours. Today was one of those days.. You didn’t like working with Min Yoongi. You couldn’t say he didn’t contribute to your project, but he only does his part and that’s it. It would be nice if he’d offer you some help since he knew you did most of the work anyway. But he didn’t. Again. He just finished his part and got ready to sleep again while you still drowned in a pile of work and you were sick of it. It was quiet in the library. All students immediately went home after school except for you guys, since Yoongi didn’t invite people to his house and you couldn’t bring boys over

‘Done.’, he murmured, shoved his papers to your side of the table and folded his arms to lay his head to rest on them.

‘Seriously, Yoongi?’


‘You’re just going to take a nap again?’

‘Yeah, so what?’

‘I’m still having so much work! You never ask if you can do anything!’

‘Uhm.. i don’t know if you noticed but i just finished my part.’

‘For fuck’s sake. Fine. At least get me that book i told you about, it’s on the third array to the right.’

He just rolled his eyes dramatically and got up slowly and theatrical while sighing deeply, making you roll your eyes in return. Yup. This was how your group project with the hot, mint haired Min Yoongi was going. Not exactly what you’d expected.

After twenty minutes of waiting, you were beginning to wonder if he got lost in those mere 15 meters he had to walk to get the book. You sighed and got up to go find him. Walking past the mentioned array, you saw a hint of mint flashing by from the corner of your eye. You quickly turned around to see Yoongi talking to a woman on the outside terrace. You’ve never seen this woman before so she couldn’t be a teacher. Neither have you seen her around in the library before. You tilted your head in confusion but decided to go check on him anyway. You got outside, the setting sun throwing a warm, orange light on his face. His troubled face. His…panicking face?

‘Yoongi, we still have to write a recapitulation of what we did today. Come on.’
He looked at you but the woman was still talking to him so he looked back at her, forced a smile on his face and nodded to everything she said. He wanted to get out, you could tell. You stepped closer until you were standing next to Yoongi, looking the middle-aged woman straight in the eyes.

‘As I was saying, why aren’t you working in the model industry? A handsome young man like yourself, it’s a shame. I can pull some strings you know, i know important people so i can probably get you in. Ah, how i wish i was young again. Well, it’s not that i look old now right?’, the question at the end of her nauseating sentence flowing out into a horrendous loud and shrill cackle that made you cringe. Yoongi was actually dying inside as he realized he had to answer her ridiculous question. Ofcourse she looked old. She was at least 50 and you couldn’t really say she had aged well. She was making him unbelievably uncomfortable and you were starting to pity him and his situation.

‘Yoongi, we need to get going or we’ll never be able to finish our project.’, you announced loudly while grabbing his sleeve and getting ready to head for the exit of the terrace before being stopped abruptly by the anonymous woman. You snapped your head back and glowered at her.

‘Excuse me, who are you? I wasn’t done talking to mister Min here.’

‘Who am I? The question is: who are you? Are you allowed on this property? What are you even doing here?’

‘I’m scouting for an important agency, ofcourse i’m allowed to-‘

‘No no, see, what i’m looking at right now is a thirsty cougar who’s trying to pick up young, hot guys by intimidating them with your age. You know they can’t disrespect their elders and you’re an elder alright.’

She looked at you, fully shocked and offended, but she wasn’t planning on letting herself get scolded by someone half her age.

‘Why don’t you let him tell me that, hm? I’m sure he’s man enough to stick up for himself if he needs to.’

‘He’s not interested, it’s obvious. Why don’t you just leave him alone already, okay?’

‘What makes you think you have the right to-!’

You rolled your eyes, grabbed Yoongi by his collar and yanked him forward to smash your lips on his. His eyes widened in shock and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. You softly moved your lips together and he fluttered his eyes closed, just going with the flow. You actually lost yourselves there for a few seconds until you remembered the obnoxious lady, still eyeing you both with an astonished expression on her face. You gently pulled away from Yoongi’s soft, plump lips and he leaned forward a little, not really getting the fact you were actually stopping the kiss. You pressed your lips together to suppress a giggle.
‘I’m his girlfriend.’, you dryly stated as you looked her dead in the eye. She gulped uncomfortably, murmured something and scooted out of there. You sighed in relief, glad that this whole awkward situation was gone. Now you had to deal with another. You turned around again to face Yoongi and apologize but just as you opened your mouth to say something, he grabbed you by the waist and pressed his lips on yours again. This time it was your turn to be utterly suprised. Small whimpers escaped Yoongi’s needy moving lips as they moved against yours forcefully. Your hands moved up to tangle your fingers inside his mint green hair, pulling his locks softly. You stood there for a minute, devouring eachother, although you had no idea what the hell was going on. You thought he disliked you and now he was practically eating you up. Not that you were complaining.

After a while, he pulled away a little to catch his breath and look at you.

‘Yoongi…’, you breathed.

‘Lets go back inside.’ He grabbed your arm and pulled you with him back inside the library, carefully closing the terrace door after him before yanking you against him and attacking your lips again while smashing you with your back against the nearest bookshelf. You yelped a little from the shock and he groaned into your mouth at the sound. His hands roamed all over your body until they found your breasts. He stroked them lightly before gripping at your collar and tearing the two halfs of your blouse apart, making little white buttons spring everywhere. You whined against his lips, annoyed by the fact he just ripped your shirt but you couldn’t break away from his lustful kiss. You didn’t want to either. He smirked before taking your bottom lip between his teeth to play with it as his hand massaged your breasts. You mewled at the feeling of his hot hands kneading your bust and your hands found their way into his hair again.

‘Mmh, you like that baby?’, he whispered as he kissed his way down your neck.

‘Yes…’, you sighed out and you pulled on his hair again. You couldn’t help it, it was so soft and inviting.

‘And how about this?’, his hands sliding down to your thighs and slowly back up under your pleated skirt. He cupped your heat, his middle finger stroking your clothed slit as he bit down onto your skin.

‘Fuck Yoongi…’, you whined desperately. You needed more.

‘Fuck ____-‘, he taunted. ‘You’re so wet already, got that pussy all dripping for me? Did I get your cute little panties all soaked like that?’

You couldn’t answer properly, partially because you were embarrassed and partially because his small, soft movements were banning any thoughts other than you wanting him to keep going. You just nodded intensely and pulled him closer, his hard bulge poking into your hip as you held him against your body. He smirked against your skin. It was all going way too slow for you though. You needed more of him and you needed it right now. You snatched his head back so you could ravage his mouth again, lips and teeth wildly colliding in a messy makeout session as you held on to his hair and he to your ass. He quickly lost his composed and teasing manner as he drowned into an ocean of lust, sounds of moans and whimpers merging together in a lewd harmony. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up against the bookshelf, making you clench your legs around his waist. His mouth wandered down your chest to kiss, suck and bite the flesh of your breasts sticking out above your bra. You tilted your head back against the books and grinded your hips against him, aching to have him inside you.

‘Are we really doing this?’, you questioned, breathing heavily and half chuckling because you didn’t expect this to happen at all when you came here to study with him.

‘Fuck yes, we’re doing this. Hold on tight.’, he growled as he released your thighs to hook his long, thin fingers around the waistband of your panties to take them off quickly. You held on to his shoulders as he continued to shove his own pants and boxers down as well. He stroked himself a few times before placing his tip at your dripping entrance. He softly brushed the head between your folds, getting it all wet and slippery and rubbing it against your clit, making you twitch up against the shelf.

‘Yoongi, don’t tease..please!’, you moaned as you tried to lower yourself down on him.

‘Fuck you’re right’, he breathed out as he guided himself inside you at last. His hands moved back to your thighs and gripped them thightly so he had more control over how fast or slow he would let you sink down on him. It became fast. He practically slammed himself inside of you with one, hard thrust, not being able to restrain himself any longer. He was losing control, as were you since you were both moaning loudly and prolonged.

‘Fuck ____-… so tight…’, he panted as he started thrusting up into you. Your mind was blank, you didn’t notice anything other than the pleasure he was giving you, gradually ramming his thick cock inside. A string of curses flew out of his mouth as he picked up his speed, bucking his hips up into you in a steady, fast rhytm, making the sound of colliding flesh echo through the empty arrays of books. You leaned down to capture his lips with yours, your kiss heated and rushed when you both felt yourselves climbing towards your orgasms. Your moans, punctuated with each hard thrust, muffled by eachothers lips.

‘Yoongi…faster…’, you moaned in his mouth. He groaned but complied. He started slamming into you forcefully and with an incredible speed that made you see stars. You felt your walls getting ravished from the inside, his wide tip rubbing at your sweet spot, hitting it over and over again with practically no time inbetween to recover, just the way you liked it. A hot feeling started brewing inside the pit of your stomach and you knew you were getting awfully close. Yoongi was as well, judging by his moans against your lips hightening in pitch and his thrusts inside your throbbing core snapping up quicker and sloppier.

‘Fuck… _____-… I’m gonna…fuck!’, he grunted before letting his head fall down on your chest, gripping your thighs so hard it hurt and holding you down on him as he erupted inside of you with suppressed groans. Your own orgasm snapped when you felt him twitch inside you, releasing ribbons of hot, white liquid all up into your burning core. Your head fell back onto the books behind you again as you moaned and lightly squeaked at the feeling of being filled with his hot seed. You stayed like that for a while. Your hands resting on his shoulders, his head on your half naked chest and his cock still inside you. You panted heavily as you tried to catch your breaths until Yoongi started laughing lightly.

‘What is it?’, you asked him, amused.

‘Well, i know for sure i’ll be doing this assignment with way more energy and excitement like this.’

‘You just got yourself a deal.’, you winked and placed a kiss on his lips.

- Admin E

Dance Studio (Jisung Scenario)

↳characters: Jisung x reader

↳ genre: fluff

↳ word count: 1,868

↳ summary: [requested] “please do a jisung scenario where he likes a shy girl in his school and finds out she likes to dance so he tries to get to know her better through that knowledge.”

↳ author’s note: i’m really sorry if this is terrible, also i’m gonna write so that you and jisung are the same age/in the same grade since the anon didn’t specify, i hope thats okay! Also sorry I took so long to write this, I really wanted it to be perfect even though its terrible.

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Blacklist Appreciation Week, Day One: Favorite Season

So, this is me trying to learn how to (sort of) gif and not really succeeding but posting it anyways because I don’t have time to make anything else today, oops. Hope it’s not too terrible!

My favorite season is absolutely season one. I’ve watched it over and over because it works so well as a cohesive whole, more so than the other seasons to me. Everything in the show was so new and fascinating and the Blacklisters were amazing. I especially loved that the cases tied together into the ‘endgame’ of getting Berlin. I loved Liz the rookie profiler with her yearning to understand the criminal mind, Tom the teacher with ulterior motives, Donald Ressler the uptight agent with a secret soft side, Meera Malik the badass mother of two, Aram the tech support who got roped in to the shenanigans, Harold Cooper the not-entirely just director, and of course, Red, the ultimate antihero.

I loved Liz’s sleuthing around Tom and her boards of evidence, Tom’s warehouse and collection of surveillance through espionage, and the way the Task Force ultimately linked together the cases to try and figure out why Red surrendered to the FBI. I loved the creepiness of Apple Man and his crew. I loved Fitch and his secret organization that we didn’t really yet understand, and his relationship with Red. I loved the usage of Liz’s scar as a mark that linked Tom and Gina to their employer. I loved all of it. Everything was so clever and compelling and every episode had me on the edge of my seat.

I’ve been getting that ‘on the edge of my seat’ feeling again from the last few episodes this season, and that excites me. I genuinely can’t wait for season five because the show just makes sense to me again in a way that I think it sort of lost for a bit, with all those dropped plot threads that I’m still hoping will be picked up and tied back together. So here’s to the good ole days, and here’s to season 5! Hopefully there’s many more awesome things ahead :)


-went for a lil run with my mom this morning followed by a few solo miles
-my watch strap broke in the middle which I took as a sign to FINALLY upgrade to the forerunner 235 😍😍😍 (I know I could get it fixed but I’ve been planning to get this anyway since my other watch was kinda on its last leg)
-on my run my fifth grade teacher who is also a runner drove past me and shouted out the window “go danielle!” and it made my day
-ate this bomb watermelon, the key is to add passionfruit and lime
-bought a new book to read on my upcoming travels
-studied studied studied but still managed to feel like I’m getting nowhere
-went out to dinner with my dad and his gf and kids which was nice

Hope y'all had a nice tuesday :)

BTS Gang related Jimin X Reader


The cold air hit against your skin causing you to shiver as you continued to walk down the dark damp street that was unlit from moonlight. The rain sprinkling in the air and covered your black coat. Your mind wondered to the events of today so far it was 8:30pm and you have had a dreadful day. To start of your bus was late making you very late to your first lesson which you teacher hates you anyway. YOU mentally sigh thinking of how much trouble you got in, and the rest of the day didn’t get better for example your friend Laura didn’t show up today making you alone for English and Physics class your only companion was the school’s playboy Jackson that kept making winky faces at you and passing you notes throughout the whole lesson. You groan snapping out of your thoughts you continued to walk down the street thinking of the cake and diet coke you had in your fridge that had you name on it its been a bad day you definitely need  it today.

Morning came about quicker then your thought after dragging yourself to bed last night and snuggling in the sheets of your bad. The sunrise hit your face there for causing you to wake up. Today was Saturday you were thankful for the weekend as you have not had a fantastic week so far. You dragged yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. You lived alone with a black and white cat called Bella .

“Morning bella” you said in a happy tone only for your cat to look up from the floor and meow in response

You made breakfast which is banana pancakes and then plan your day. After breakfast you go to your room and get ready for your day after satisfied with your choice of outfit which consist of a black mini skirt and crop top and black high heels you went along with your day. After lunch with your mother which all she did was complain that you don’t have a boyfriend and complained about how she didn’t like your choice of clothes saying it was to slutty and compare you to your older sister who was engaged . you feel annoyed with your mother you to never got on as all she did was take about your sister and how you needed to be like her. You were the youngest and there for your sister had the spot light which you could never claim your own. After many hours of your mother picking you apart you finally were free you were on your way home when your phone dinged only to see a text from your friends Laura and Katie asking you to go to a party tonight. You thought for a few seconds before replying yes you needed a break you thought and wanted to unwind with a girl’s night with your closest friends. You decided to go shopping and pick out a new outfit for tonight after many shops and after buying many things you didn’t need you found the perfect dress. It was black and strapless which hugged your body perfectly and showed of your breasts. You looked at the time which was 2:30 and made your way back to your apartment to get ready.

It was now 8:30 and you were stood outside the darkest looking club you have ever seen waiting for your friends. This isn’t the type of place you would go to with the club filled with drunk men and loud music blasting out of the broken windows. The place looked trouble but you waited for your friends anyway trying not to look nervous .

“HI Y/N” your friend Laura shouted over the loud music

She was wearing a green dress and blue high heels you mental laughed at her fashion sense she was always wild when I came to outfits and more braver then you. You preferred black and white clothes never really going for bright colours.

“HI Y/N YOU LOOK NICE” she screamed again with your friend Katie nodding along she was wearing a pink dress and dragged your hand in to the club.

After being in the club for 5 minutes you were surprised it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was clean and very modern. After finding a table your friends start taking about life and college. After half an hour and 3 to 4 drinks later your friends were getting drunk after flirting with many guys your friends came back to the table. Only for two tall guys to come up to your friends their hair dark and dressed in leather your friends basically drooling over them and drabbing the chance to dance with them leaving you all alone at the table. You notice a man looking at you his hair bright red and his body muscly. With a cigarette  in his mouth You see him smirking at you and eyeing you up and down. He looks hot in his leather pants and his black t-shirt you notice a few tattoos on his arm. You find yourself attracted to this man he stare at him only for you to see him to come over to your table.

“Hi babe what are you doing here all alone?” he says while taking a sip of his beer.


“my friends are dancing with those guys” you guester to the dance floor and mental groan for doing so after seeing your friends making out and grinding against the boys.

“Looks like they are having fun” he says with a laugh “you should have fun babe” he says eyeing your low-cut dress.

“hi I’m jimin” he says with a smile

“Hi I’m y/n” you said back kind of nervous to be talking to this sexy man

You to firt back and forth for a few hours until he leaves after a nice and pleasant conversation you say goodbye and making his leave and walking away. After a few more drinks you notice the time 12:45 you look for your friends only to find they have gone. After making your way to the front of the club you see two men fighting with people stood around watching and cheering on of the guys on. You make your way to the front of the club and look for a taxi to come and pick you up , to tired to walk back and just wanting to get home and eat something nice which you hope you have at home.

“Jimin stop oh my god stop”you hear a girl say

Jimin the hot red head from the club you think no it cant be you thought but you turn around anyway only to see a group of guys watching as the red haired man beats up the boys underneath him.

“GO ON KILL HIM “ you hear one man say kind of small with black hair and a drink in his mouth.

“jimin come on man stop lets go home” you hear someone else say you glance at the man his dark hair covering his face with a hoody also covering most of this face as well. The only see his bunny teeth sticking out as he brings the glass of beer up to his lips to take a slip.

The red haired man finally gets of the boy and you see his face it is jimin his face is bruised and cut but not as bad as the other guy as his friends and his girlfriend have to help him walk away.

“DON’T START A FIGHT WITH ME AGAIN IF SO I PROMIES YOU WONT LIVE TO KISS THAT WHORE AGAIN” Says jimin his voice loud and scary the boy nods and his friends drag him away all of them chanting sorry jimin over and over again.Everyone must fear this guy to think as watch the other men run away.

Jimin makes his way back to the group of 6 guys that are stood drinking and smoking they all seem not shocked from the fight meaning this has happened many time. They hand jimin a beer and smoking to smoke you don’t question what.

“All right we got to talk about the shipment “you here one man say

“its coming tomorrow and everything needs to go okay you guys understand “you here a dark voice say talking to the rest of the boys.

You want to see more so you walk forward a bit only to knock over a beer bottle causing all 7 boys to quickly turn around and stare at you.

“You shouldn’t be here love” a tall man says who you assume is the leader or something.

“this doesn’t have anything to do with you okay? You need to leave love now” his voice dark and pissed probably annoyed you interrupted the sketchy conversation.

The other guys look at you with wide eyes waiting for you to say something your nerves get the best of you and you can’t say a word.

“Leave her alone namjoon” you here someone say only to find its jimin looking at you with a small smile.

“babe what are you doing here? You should go home “jimin says with a smirk

You look back to see the other guys looking at you waiting for an answer you spin around on your heels and walk away. you turn around to see jimin looking at you and smiling. once you walk away and get in a cab all you can think about is jimin.

As morning hits your face you groan as you drag you body from the bed and in to the shower after washing away yesterday you hop you and start to get ready for work you work at a café in town not to far away from where you live. you check your phone to see its 7:45 you don’t have to leave till 8:30 meaning you have lots of time to get ready and have breakfast. You notice your mother has messaged you again asking if you have a boyfriend yet and telling you that your sisters wedding is soon and to make sure you look perfect.

After getting ready and having breakfast you jump in your car and drive to work.

“Morning y/n how was your weekend” your co worker momo said

“It was good thanks momo” you say as you put on your apron and begin to wipe down the tables.

As the day went on you cleaned more tables and talk to the custmors

“Hi babe didn’t think I would see you again” you hear a raspy voice say

You turn around to find jimin is stood behind the counter looking in your eyes he’s wearing grey sweatpants that hang of his hips and a white t-shirt that shows he’s arm muscles of perfectly he’s also wearing glasses and a black snapback that shows of his forehead.

“Hi jimin what can I get you? Its nice to see you again” you say in a shy quite voice.

After you take his order which is a cup of coffee and a piece of coconut and strawberry cake you go up to him and say.

“are you okay the last time I saw you  you were hurt ?” you say instantly regretting the choice of words you knew he was trouble but for some reason he found yourself drawn to him.You saw his face his guys went dark and he put his fork down.

“Babe you don’t need to know some things babe okay” he says as he begins to pick up his fork and continue eating the cake.

“you sure you’re okay you looked hurt? don’t get in to anymore fights “you giggle a little.

“listen baby I’m not the best guy and I’m trouble I get in to loads of fights sleep with loads of woman and smoke and do drugs. I’m not a good guy I’m a bad guy which you should stay away from, I don’t want a pretty girl like you to get hurt from hanging around with a guy like me.”He says as he put £20 on the table.

“I like you I do but I’m no good you should stay away from me baby “he says after he walks away leaving you wanting more.

You find yourself wanting the bad boy which is jimin.

Toxic - Newt Scamander

A/N: I made a part 2! 😂 also I wrote this on my phone so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! Love you xx
Requested: YES, by @kittykat101ary Genre: PURE aNgSt
Warnings: none unless you count extreme angst and hurt feelings

You had known Newt for as long as you can remember; your parents were friends, as well as both of your older brothers. So it was only natural that the two of you became best friends at a young age. However, it wasn’t until your third year in Hogwarts that you realized that you were, in fact, in love with him. You knew better than to hope for the cheesy ‘best friends who end up together’ scenario, though. Both fortunately and unfortunately, you could read Newt like a book, which meant that you could tell when he had romantic feelings for someone. You had been lucky enough to not see any signs of it your third and fourth year, but as soon as he met Leta Lestrange, it was over. Deciding that Newt’s happiness was worth your own emotional distress, you pretended that you were entirely okay with his feelings towards her, encouraging him to talk to her. Pretty soon, he didn’t need your encouragement and they were talking on their own.

The feelings of being unwanted started out small at first, you being able to scold yourself and push it away. Newt was still including you in the things he was doing, he just wasn’t giving you the amount of attention you were used to. Then it progressed to him making plans with Leta without you. You ignored the hurt, smiling and telling him not to worry about it when he realized what he was doing. “No, it’s fine! I was busy anyways!” You would say, and he would give you one of his heart-melting smiles which made everything okay again. You ignored the pang in your heart when he smiled that same smile at Leta, and you knew it was wrong to dislike her when she hadn’t done anything to deserve it, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to be in her shoes, you wanted to be on the receiving end of his affection.

Your 6th year is when you finally broke. You had spent your 5th year and the majority of your 6th drifting farther away from Newt, as Leta grew closer and closer. You had gone from seeing him numerous times everday to once a day, and from there only a couple times a week until you saw him a mere once a week. To say that it wasn’t taking an emotional toll on you would be lying, and you secretly hoped that maybe he would notice. But he never did. You knew it wasn’t his fault, he would never intentionally make you feel that way and if you told him how you felt, he would fix it immediately. But you saw how happy Leta made him and you didn’t want to take that away from him. So, you kept your feelings locked and hidden away. And then his expulsion came.

You weren’t upset with him because he got expelled, you were upset with him because you had to find out from your potions partner, who was known as the school’s gossip. “Psst, (Y/N)!” She whispered, making sure the teacher didn’t hear her. “Did you hear about Salamander?” She continued when you didn’t respond. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked over at her. “You mean Scamander? As in Newt Scamander?” Your tone was a bit irritated due to the nickname some bullies had given him. “Yeah, sure. Anyways, I heard he’s getting expelled today! Apparently he and that Lestrange girl got into some trouble or something and he took the blame for all of it!” The small vial in your hand fell and shattered against the ground before you knew it. The teacher rushed over, presumably to ask what had happened, but before they even got there you were running out the door and down the hall.

You knew it was true when you reached the entrance to the headmaster’s office and there he stood with his trunk. “Newt.” His name left your lips in a whisper, so quiet you weren’t sure he would hear you. Surprisingly, he did and his head turned you you, his eyes gleaming as they saw you. “(Y/N)! What are you doing here?” He sounded surprised to see you and for some odd reason, that broke your heart. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice was weak and thick with the tears you were holding back. He swallowed and looked down at the ground for a moment, as if contemplating what to say. “Honestly?” His eyes flashed up to yours. “I… I didn’t think you would care.” The words that fell from his mouth hurt. If your heart wasn’t already broken before, it had been completely shattered. You rushed towards him, hugging him tightly as you cried into his shoulder. He hesitated, before wrapping his arms firmlu around you. “Why w-would you ever think I could stop caring about you, you big dummy?” Your words came out harsher than intended, but if they hurt him, he didn’t show it. “You just weren’t around much anymore. You were always with other people and you seemed… happy, I guess. Much happier than you appeared to be around me. I thought maybe you realized how weird I was and were just too nice to tell me.” You took in a sharp breath, not expecting those words. You wanted to yell and hit him and hug him and whisper that you loved him more than anything all at once. Instead, you pulled away and looked him in the eyes, not bothering to wipe the tears that were falling from your own.

“Where’s Leta?” The question caught him by surprise and he winced visibly. “(Y/N)-” He started. “Where is she?” You asked again, for forceful than the first time. He lowered his eyes, which were now sparkling with tears. “She… She hasn’t come to say goodbye yet.” You felt your blood boil. “So she’s the reason you’re getting expelled and she can’t even say goodbye.” It wasn’t a question, he knew that. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, you were right. That was exactly what had happened. “(Y/N), please-” You cut him off once more, your voice now soft and hurt. “Why?” He looked at you, confused by what you meant. “'Why’ what, (Y/N)?)” He asked. You took a deep breath, folding your arms self-consciously across your chest and looking down. “Why did you choose her?” You mumbled, immediately embarrassed. “I’m sure I don’t know what you-” You looked up at him, the look in your eyes stopping his words in his throat. It was a look of desperation, hurt, sorrow, and loneliness, and it killed him inside. “I would have never treated you this way, Newt. Look at me, for Merlin’s sake! You’ve been ignoring me and ditching me for the last year for Leta and I still came running when I heard you were in trouble! I didn’t even hear it from you yourself, you were planning on just leaving without saying goodbye, and yet I risked getting in trouble myself by running out of class just to come see you! She isn’t here! She caused this, and yet she doesn’t even have the decency to stand by you when you need it most! I know you love her, and I’ve kept myself out of it for a long time, thinking that you would be happier this way. That’s why I stopped initiating the conversations, Newt! I wanted you to be happy! I have done nothing but sacrifice things for you, and yet you love her! Someone who would take advantage of you and leave you to clean up the mess all on your own! Do you even how toxic your friendship is with her?!” You had begun to raise yoir voice throughout your rant. “She’s not that bad, (Y/N)! You don’t even know her! And if you wanted me to be happy, why did you stop talking to me?” Newt was frustrated, not understanding why you were so upset. “Because I’m in love you, dammit!” His eyes widened and his body went still.

You took a deep breath, running your fingers through your hair and whispering, “I’m in love with you, and I didn’t want to interfere or cause problems with any possible relationship between the two of you. I know you love her, Newt. And I’m sorry.” His mind was reeling since your confession, and he just barely managed to catch your last words. “Sorry? Why are you sorry?” You bit your lip and turned away, your back now facing him. “I’m sorry I can’t be her, I’m sorry I can’t be the person you love. But if it means acting like her and hurting you, I’d rather deal with unreturned feelings.” With that you walked away. And he didn’t stop you.

A/N: Part 2 here:
Wisdom Teeth

Cast x Reader 
Words: 511
Request: hi! i just had all four wisdom teeth out (kill me), so i was wondering if you could to the cast like sitting with the reader/getting out ice packs and just platonic fluff? thank you!! xxoo

hi anon! i was kinda worried i would screw this up, which i think i may have. anyway, send me a dm if you want me to redo it! i hope you’re feeling better by the way xx

i’ve never had my wisdom teeth out, so this was based off what I read online and what i’ve heard. My singing teacher got hers out last week and she said it was like super painful after the painkillers wore off. I was sad because i missed my lesson, but anyway!

i’m feeling super sick today and i’ve procrastinated starting one of my science reports, so hopefully i’ll get to take the day off tomorrow and i’ll get it done then. i’m amazed i even got this done, because i have the worst headache and i just feel disgusting in general

i have plenty of requests to write at the moment (i’m sorry for taking so long guys) but if you have anything you want me to write, send me an inbox! 

that’s all from me for today because i wanna go back to sleep. enjoy this everyone x



It had been a few hours since you had left the dentist. You had had all four wisdom teeth removed, but hadn’t felt anything until now because of the anaesthetic. It was now that the full pain of the removal hit you.

You curled up on the couch with your face propped up on a pillow. You groaned quietly, holding your cheek with your hand.

“Is everything okay (Y/N)?” Daveed asked, sitting down next to you.

“It hurts,” You whined loudly, attempting to pout but wincing. “Ow!”

Your room mate Daveed had been busy with Hamilton when you had your appointment, but he had picked you up afterwards and helped your drugged up persona get home on the subway.

“I don’t know what to do… I mean, I’ve never dealt with anything like this before,” Daveed said, rubbing your back awkwardly.

“Can’t you just get an ice pack or something?” You mumbled, wincing with every word.

“We don’t have an ice pack. You threw it out the window when you were mad at your partner,” Daveed replied, crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah, can you get someone to bring one over?” You mumbled.

“Sure, but they’re not gonna be the most helpful people,” Daveed replied, sending out a message to his friends. He turned on the TV for you, going back to his room.

A few hours later, Anthony, Jasmine, Pippa and Renee entered the apartment.

“Hey (Y/N)! We brought you painkillers and soft foods, because apparently that’s what you need when you get teeth removed,” Anthony said, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“He made me research everything before we came,” Jasmine stated, sitting on Anthony’s lap.

“We also got an ice pack, but it needs to freeze so I’ll leave it in your freezer for a little bit,” Pippa stated.

“How are you feeling?” Renee asked, kneeling in front of the couch.

“My mouth hurts, a lot. And it tastes like blood… honestly there’s just a lot of pain,” You stated, sitting up slowly.

“Maybe take some of the painkillers we got you. That could help?” Renee suggested, passing you a water bottle and two small pills. You took the drugs, yawning slightly. “Thankyou.”

“You’re welcome,” Renee replied, patting your head and sitting down.

“Where’d Diggs go? Anthony asked, poking your side. You shrugged.

“He disappeared about an hour ago. I’d say he’s in his room, writing something,” You replied, turning the TV down.

“Is there anything we can do to help you recover?” Pippa asked, sitting on the other side of you. You shrugged.

“Just being here with me has literally made my day. Thank you so much for coming,” You replied, smiling weakly.

“How about we get you iced up and turn on some Disney movies?” Jasmine suggested.

“You guys know how to cheer a person up.”

The rest of the afternoon consisted of small snacks, your favourite childhood movies and casual banter between the five of you. Your pain went down considerably as you concentrated on spending the rest of your day with your friends.

i just got home but omg im still screaming over what happened earlier today in school like usually after finals we have like a session where the professor goes through the right answers and usually i skip these bc ….what is the point (they put the answer sheet online eventually) and ANYWays once it was over me and my classmate stood up so fast like ready to leave but my teacher is like “HOLD ON, i have this thing i wanna mention first” then she started talking about a previous assignment we sent in which was basically to create a brochure on how to use contact lenses, and she continues to tell how she made it into a competition and let all the other professors vote on the one they thought was the best (u guys probablyknow where im going w this) but either way me and my friend are like WHAT!! like what the HELL why didnt mention before so that we could have put more effort and im just like laughing like ohmygod if we knew we would have spent more than 10 min on it she should have told us

then she starts calling up names of the ones in first place and we’re like still laughing like OH WELL 

BUT THEN SHE MENTIONS MINE AND MY FRIENDS NAME AND IM LITERALLY LIKE shocked BC i never won anything in my life???????? and both of us like ohmygod……this is terrible and crazy like couldnt believe we actually won AND the prize was a contact lens book!! im so happy :> ive never been rewarded for anything like this

High school (Jimin, AU)

Originally posted by bts4554543

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Finale

Reposting for those who can’t read it since tumblr is stupid and I hate it. There’s no read more but okay.

Words: 2139

“Jimin ah! What are you doing after school?” She’d obviously dyed her hair. Isn’t it against the rules to do that here? Oh well, it didn’t matter to you anyway…She could get in trouble on her own.

“Nothing.” Jimin replied, a little smile on his lips. He sat across from you in the row of seats, and it was so annoying. Is was only a study class today, because your teacher was away sick and you had a sub filling in who’d been instructed to let you study for upcoming exams.

You needed this, because you were basically brand new to the school and you couldn’t afford failing your classes. Your parents had paid good money to get you into this school, there was no way you’d allow yourself to fail a single course.

The teacher had gone to answer a phone call so the classroom was teacher-less, which was some sort of get-up-and-talk-to-everyone-before-he-returns kind of thing? You had no idea, and there was only a handful of students actually doing work in the first place.

This surprised you, because this school was well known for top class marks and it seemed as if everyone was smart here. In actuality, their parents were just rich.

“Will you come play with me?” Oh no, she was still at it? You sighed loudly, clicking your pencil so more lead would come out. Just focus…

“Nah, I’ll pass.” Jimin was playing hard to get. Every girl wanted him, why was it so hard to just say yes and be done with it? Why were you still even listening to them? This was so annoying.

For a few weeks now Jimin had non stop tried to talk to you, only to result in you turning the cold shoulder to him. Because of you ignoring him, you’d had notes shoved in your locker saying you were a cold bitch, and that you should’ve transferred to any other school besides the one you currently resided in.

It didn’t bother you, though. You were only here to get through school, with barely even a year left before you graduated. Nobody directly targeted you either, which was only a plus at this point.

“Why won’t you go out with me?” You still didn’t even know that annoying girls name. She’d always worn her uniform wrong, which pissed the teachers off. That’s basically all you knew about her.

“Just because. I think I’ll be busy today…” You peeked up to look at Jimin, wondering just how in the world he really made people love him so wholeheartedly. Once you’d looked up, you found he was looking over at you. He wore a small smile on his lips, making you look down quickly at your work.

You used your hair to cover the side of your face so you couldn’t see him. The girl with Jimin sighed loudly. “You’re going with her?”

“I never said that.” Jimin replied, making the girl whine like a seal. You looked up, feeling deathly annoyed that they wouldn’t shut up.

“Could you be a little more quiet?”

Crap. Your voice was way louder than anticipated. Everyone in the class heard you, not to mention that the teacher had just returned to the class. The girl you’d practically just yelled at had sneakily went back to her desk and was pretending to work.

“Why are you disrupting the class, (Y/N)?” The teacher was scowling at you, making you look back down at your work. Nobody was going to take your side if you tried to argue, so you just began to apologize.

“If you’re not going to work why not just leave and sit in the hall?”

“N-no! I was working-”

“She was. (Y/N) was working harder than everyone in the class. She was just annoyed by me talking to someone.” Jimin stood up to answer, smoothing out his shirt. He looked over at you from the corner of his eye, and you could see a smile on his face.

“In that case Jimin…you can go sit out in the hall.” You felt just as confused as the substitute teacher looked. What the hell just happened? Why would Jimin take the blow for you? Obviously he had no idea just how much you didn’t care about anyone in the class.

Your cheeks were on fire. Jimin stepped away from his desk and nicely pushed in his chair. His eyes met yours and he was grinning so brightly even his eyes held a smile on them. Your chest felt tight when your eyes met, like you couldn’t breathe.

“Come on, go.” The teacher snapped a little louder, making you jump and look away. Jimin left the class, leaving everyone in complete silence now that the teacher had returned.

You’d studied easily after that, even with a few prying eyes glaring into the back of your head. Once the bell had rung and you were free to go home, you packed up your belongings a little quicker than usual. Nobody was going to hesitate to shove threatening notes into your locker or maybe even shove their shoulder into you as they walked down the hall.

You’d actually avoided using your locker lately, even though the notes didn’t bother you much. Only going there when absolutely necessary was easier than being late for your class. The only thing you kept in there was your gym clothes. It was easy, even if the books were a little harder to carry.

The class had surprisingly left quickly as well, leaving you and a few slower people in the class alone. Of course, you didn’t expect much else because everyone’s first destination after school was home. You were just expecting something more…Like a few of Jimin’s fans to stop and yell at you, or worse.

You began to leave the class, but was stopped at the door. A body was blocking your way, and when you looked up at the face you really weren’t surprised. Jimin was grinning down at you, giving a little wave even though your bodies were inches apart. You looked away, feeling your cheeks grow hot once more.

“W-what?” You stammered, biting your bottom lip a little too hard.

“That’s not what you say to someone that kept you from getting scolded…” He leaned over so that he was once again in your field of view. Instead of just ignoring his gaze, you decided to act on the little bit of pride you had.

“You want me to thank you for telling the truth?”

He nodded, expression changing from mischievous to innocent. “Yeah, actually.”

“Go ask someone else.” You muttered, trying your best to push past him. Instead of making a clean get away, Jimin caught your shoulder. He wrapped his other arm around your shoulder, so that his chest was against your back.

“Why would I ask someone else when I didn’t do anything for them?”

“I’m pretty sure that everyone loves you and would thank you just for being born…Also, this could be filed as harassment so can you get off of me?”

He said nothing, but still let go of you. The nerve this kid had, honestly… You whirled around, holding up a finger and jabbing it into his chest. He backed up slightly, his lips smiling but his eyes filled with confusion.

“Don’t just go around touching girls as you please! They’ll get the wrong idea not to mention you’ll hurt them when they realize they like you. You’re so greasy, why would anyone like you?”

As you spoke, you kept on following Jimin into the classroom once again, slapping your hand into his chest. As you spoke, Jimin had stopped smiling, so it make you wonder if your words were really going through his thick skull. Probably not, right? You really didn’t think so.

He backed up a couple more times, eyes not losing contact with yours once. Finally, you slapped him one more time in the chest, making him fall back onto the floor after tripping back on a chair.

He scrambled into a sit position, looking at you with utter shock. Looking around, you noticed you and him were the only ones in the class, anyway. What a shame, nobody saw the gallant prince Jimin fall on his ass in the most ungraceful way possible.

You began to laugh, uncontrollable, rude laughter that made you hold your stomach because it hurt so bad. Too bad you didn’t have your camera out, or you definitely would have saved the video of him falling and staring at you with droopy puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, yeah…laugh all you want…” Jimin muttered, getting up and dusting himself off. He turned to pick up his bag that had skidded a little ways away towards the teachers desk. You noticed that his butt had collected a good amount of dust and even a little bubble gum wrapper…wait…that gum wrapper had gum on it!

“Your butt has gum on it!” You squealed, unable to hold back your roaring laughs. Your stomach hurt so bad that you were keeled over, trying to breathe and only getting more laughter spilling from your mouth. Jimin’s hand clapped on to his behind, and he turned quickly with wide eyes. You covered your mouth, still laughing way too much.

“Crap, really? Where? Get it off, my mom will kill me if I ruin my uniform!” He panicked, dropping his bag and coming over to you. He turned, trying his best to see just where the gum was stuck.

“I’m not touching your butt! Here, give me your hand. I’ll put your hand on where it is.”

“Seriously…if somebody else saw this I would be dead. You won’t tell anyone, right? They’ll all laugh, even worse than you.” He came closer to you, holding out his hand and placing it gently into your grip. Did Jimin honestly care how people thought about him that much? Laughter wasn’t a bad thing…but if it was about him you could see why he felt so self conscious about it. Your laughter died out very suddenly after hearing his panicked words, and you took hold of his shoulder’s instead.

“Turn around, it’s easier if I get it.” You sighed, and he did too. Jimin’s lips had a small smile on them, making you look directly at his nose so you didn’t blush idiotically again. He turned, chuckling a tad bit.

“It’s okay if you touch my butt…it’s for a good cause. Man, you’re really saving my life.”

“Mm, it would be pretty embarrassing if somebody besides me saw it, right? Like, your real friends or something.” By something you mean all his fangirls, obviously.

Jimin looked over his shoulder at you, biting his lip. “It’s embarrassing if anyone see’s this.”

“I won’t tell anyone, I don’t have any friends here anyway.” You promised, reaching your hand on his butt, making perfectly sure you were only touching the gum wrapper.

“Isn’t that a little lonely, though?” Jimin turned his head again, looking out towards the windows.

“No, not really. I only came here because it’s a top school.”

“Top school my ass…no pun intended.” He snorted, sticking both hands into his pants pockets. You grinned, wondering just how so many girls really came to fall in love with this dull character of a person. Maybe he acted differently towards pretty people…

“Okay, it’s as gone as I can get it without literally picking your butt. Just put your pants in hot water and pull it off. It’s not noticeable, so don’t sweat it.”

Jimin turned, grabbing both of your shoulders before actually hugging you. He hugged you, very tightly as well. You stood frozen, your hands shaking by how nervous you were. When Jimin pulled away, he was doing his signature eye smile, which you were quickly growing to like. After he looked at your face for a minute, his smile faltered.

“Sorry…for all the mean notes being put in your locker. I really didn’t tell anyone too.”

You turned around, suddenly feeling a little angry he brought that up. Who cares if he didn’t ask them to put the notes in your locker? You didn’t even want to talk about it.

“I know you didn’t. I’m leaving.” You slung your bag over your shoulder, quickly walking towards the door. There was no way you could get close to Jimin. He was just somebody you helped once, that’s it. If you became his friend, or anything more than that, everyone would hate you so much more than now. It was fine you were receiving stupid notes in your locker, because those girls were really just too scared to come and talk to you in real life. They definitely wouldn’t hesitate to do something when you freely spoke to Jimin in a kind manner. No way.


I never considered myself a great history student. I wasn’t bad at it—my grades were okay enough and I even enjoyed the lectures most of the time, but it wasn’t really my thing. I could tell because the finer details of what we’d learned always fled my brain about a week after taking the appropriate test. Sometimes I fell asleep in class. I could never keep track of the Presidents’ years in office. It wasn’t a big deal, I decided. History just wasn’t my best subject. 

I realized in 2013 that I have always absolutely loved history. I realized this while going through my childhood bookcase, as I sifted through the drifts of Beverly Cleary and Roald Dahl. I noticed that I was sitting among dozens and dozens of Dear America books, and I remembered explaining to my mom that Anetka was sent to the US to marry this guy, but he was way older than her and he died and she had to take care of his kids! And this one’s Hattie, one of her friends died on the trail because he ate hemlock. And this one’s Clotee, and this one’s Maria and on and on and on because it was just! So! Interesting! All these things that had happened to these girls had actually happened in real life. Sometimes even to girls like me, whose families had just immigrated, or who liked to read, or who lived near Virginia!Victory gardens! Votes for women! The underground railroad! Holy shit, history: it’s like worldbuilding that actually happened! That was how I felt reading those books—but not how I often felt about history as it was taught in class.

I used what I learned from Dear America books on everything from my fourth grade Oregon Trail project to my AP US History test. I’ve handed them down to my youngest sister, who just turned 12—A Coal Miner’s Bride is her favorite. And I’ve revisited them myself, to discover that they were just as good as I remember. These books gave emotion and identity to events I’d often never heard of: the Lattimer Massacre, the Long Walk of the Navajo, the Great Migration. And these heroines were genuine individuals, not the generic Good Role Models for Girls I was used to. I struggle to find their like in modern adult media—where might I find a heroine like Nellie Lee Love, rebelling against colorism and the world’s indignation at a black girl who loves math? Or Remember Patience Whipple, chasing the boys who tried to peek up her skirt amidst illness and fear on the Mayflower ? Or Anetka Kaminska, 14 and suddenly a widowed mother of three?

It took me years to recognize my own interest in history because so little of it, as it is taught, involves women. Oh sure, we have a scattering of Susan B. Anthonys and Harriet Tubmans, but they’re rare enough that we can recall the handful of them we learned by name—and moreover, we sure as hell aren’t learning about struggling prairie teachers in the 1870s or teenage Jewish girls on the Lower East Side. Maybe we get The House on Mango Street squeezed into the curriculum between Johnny Tremain, All Quiet on the Western Front, and Great Expectations, but women’s stories never threaten to to achieve true parity (though god knows the boys in class will moan endlessly about Dumb Books Full of Girl Emotions anyway). So thank god for the Dear America series, and all books like them (what up, American Girl), for lending me a hand that wasn’t afraid to be in a dress. Today, I read a lot of history and am even engaging in my own independent research—but I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for stories like Nellie’s and Remember’s and Anetka’s. I’d have gone on thinking history wasn’t my thing. Because nobody bothered to let me know how much I—a mixed race, bookish, lonely little American girl—had a stake in it.

I’ve been covering classes for the part-time foreign teacher at the primary school. Sucks losing my days off, but it’s only temporary and not *that* hard.

Anyway, today one of the Chinese teachers I’ve been working with there told me, “No offense to Edward, but the kids like you and want you to come back.” Apparently one class has also described me as a human emoji. Which I get. When I’m in a good mood, I exaggerate. Like I’m on stage, hamming it up.

I’ve gotten un-used to older kids. The classes I’m covering are grades 5 and 6. Most of my students at the language school are grade 2 and younger. I have some grade 3 and 4 kids, but I know them from when I was at the primary school. And there’s a huge difference between grades 4 and 5 anyway.

So having older kids admit they like me is a big deal for me, personally.

I’m rambling. Oops. Anyway. Long day at school, but it worked out well. :)

//Hey Salem I’m going in for a really important audition today and if I do well I could get into this really big music festival and I’m really really nervous. And my teacher is probably never going to tell me I did a good job because he has No Feelings but I sort of want him to be a little bit proud of me??
//Anyway some positive thoughts would really be appreciated. Thank you ❤