but were good friends cause we both have this class with this crazy teacher

Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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Don’t Deserve Me - Bryce Walker

Bryce Walker x reader

Request: “can you do one where the reader was dating [Bryce] and found out what he did and is horrified that she even dated him and apologizes to Jessica, Hannah’s parents, Hannah at her grave after dumping him in front of the entire school?”

WARNINGS: Cursing


Originally posted by irisgibbins

I woke up to sound of my phone ringing on my bed side table. I groan and grab it sitting up.

“Hello?” I said hoarsely.

“Heyyy sexy, wake your fine ass up!” Bryce screamed in my ear. It was obvious he was with his friends at 7 in the morning. I rolled my eyes, he always act different when he’s with them.

“First stop yelling, and why did you wake me up, I don’t have to be to school till 9:30 babe”

I get up since I’m already wide awake and click on my TV.

“Because I’m going to pick you up so we can come to my place first”

Really sex before school Bryce? Leave it to him to have dumb ideas

“No way babe, and plus I already said Tony can drive me.”

“Tony?” I heard his friends laughing in the background, “why is Tony giving you a ride home, you want to fuck him instead?”

Again I heard his friends laughing and I wanted to hang up the phone and call back when he’s by himself. 

“You sound stupid babe, Tony is gay.”

There was a silence followed by an “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. But I’ll call you later cause I need to start getting ready since I’m already up.”

“Okay, text me when you get into that creeps car.”

Again I rolled my eyes cause now he’s just being an ass.

“Good-bye by Bryce, see you by your locker”

“Okay sex-”

I hang up and start making up my bed. When I heard the news talking about Hannah on the TV I froze. I turned it up and glued my eyes to the picture of the beautiful girl on the screen. Even after weeks, I still find myself crying. Me and Clay were so close to her. Hell, me and Jeff were the ones to practically throw them together. I didn’t even know she was down that path and I hated myself for it. What kind of friend doesn’t see when another needs help?

I wiped my face, not even realizing I was crying and started getting dressed. I went downstairs and made a quick bowl of cereal while I waited for Tony.

As I scrolled through my news feed seeing things like ‘Hannah Never Forgotten’ and “Always Remembered’ I laughed cause none of them even gave her the time of day. I then got a text from Tony saying he’s outside. I grab my bag and jog down the steps to his bright mustang. I open his door and is welcome by his smile.

“Hey T” I smile

“Hey y/n/n”

He drives off as we start small talking about stuff like his boyfriend and this crazy project Ms.Kirchen is having us doing. In the middle of our conversation, my phone starts blowing up with texts from Bryce. Tony’s face changed, but then again it always changes when I bring up anything about Bryce.

“Okay Tony, stop holding your tongue.”

“I don’t know what your talking about” 

“Your a terrible liar, I know you don’t like him. A lot of people don’t, but they don’t know the real him.”

“Y/n…”

“I mean come on he’s not that bad…”

“Y/n…”

“I mean sure he can be an ass sometimes but who isn’t…”

“Y/n….”

Everyone’s an ass, that’s what led Hannah t-”

“Y/N!!!”

I stopped rambling to catch my breath and hold my anger. The anger isn’t even towards Tony not liking Bryce. It’s to everything.

“I have to show you something” he whispers. 

“Show me what”

He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls the car over and goes through his car compartment. 

“Tony show me what?”

Again, total silence as he picks up some tape labeled ‘12′ and put it into his tape player. 

“Tony your worr-” my ears got the best of my mouth as I heard a voice I thought I’d never hear in my life. More importantly who the person was talking about.

It was Hannah….

Talking about Bryce.

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I storm into school, my faced painted in tears not even caring that people are staring at me. I need to find Bryce. Now. I push people out my way and look down every hall until I find him by Justin’s locker with his little crew. I storm to his side, anger and disgust in my eyes. He looks at me and smile, obviously not understanding how much I hate him right now.

“Hey baby, what’s up, little Tony touched you?”

His friends started dying, but Zach sensed something else.

“Bro I don’t think sh-”

“How could you!” I screamed.

Now I got people’s attention, including Bryce’s.

“Babe w-what are you talking ab-”

“Don’t call me that you prick!”

“Calm down and let’s go somewhere else to talk about thi-” he tried to grab my arm when he noticed people gathering around looking at the scene.

“Don’t fucking touch me you..you RAPIST!”

People started whispering and Bryce’s faced got red.

“Are you okay? what is wrong with you rela-”

“Don’t tell me to relax! You raped Hannah Baker!” I pushed him with every word I said, tears and anger coming out of me.

“Your acting crazy!”

I kept pushing him into his locker screaming curse words and scratching at him. People recording and being dumbfounded. 

“Your fucking disgusting!” I screamed “I fucking hate you” I kicked at him “fucking RAPIST!”

I kept hitting him as he shielded himself. I kept screaming, yelling, and kicking until I felt a pair of hands pulling me off.

“WE ARE FUCKING OVER! YOU SICK PERV!”

I kept screaming until I was pulled around the corner. I heard teachers yelling “go to class” and “break it up”. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt betrayed and disgusted like I needed 1,000 showers. Jessica. Hannah. Bryce. Fucking Bryce. He raped them, both of them. Tony stopped pulling me and started talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him. It’s like his voice was blurred out as I saw Jessica down the hall looking at me. I apologized and ran from Tony towards Jessica and started rambling and crying.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry! I swear I didn’t know, I didn’t! I would have never even dated hi-”

She cut me off with a tight hug “It’s okay y/n. I didn’t know either.”

We both were crying on each other shoulders and hugging. I needed this hug. I felt so used, so disgusted with him and with myself for even being with him. I heard he was not a person to date but I didn’t listen. I suddenly needed to do something important.

“Jessica?”

“Yeah”

“Can you take me somewhere?”

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She didn’t have a headstone yet. Just a piece of paper with her name written perfectly on it. Jessica stood behind me as a knelled beside her grave. My tears fell endlessly as I look down at her, realizing that Bryce, my boy- ex boyfriend was one of the causes of her death. He broke her. I then broke down. 

“I-I’m s-so sorry Hannah” I cry.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you, you will not die for nothing.”

With that I took a necklace out my wallet. It was the other half of the friendship necklaces she gave us. It was on my porch the night she died and I didn’t find it till the day after. I let her down. I let her down by not knowing. But not anymore. I set her necklace down on her grave as I held on to mine.

“I love you Hannah” I whispered.

I got up and brushed the dirt off my pants still looking at her name. 

“Where do you wanna go now?” Jessica asked nicely. I breathed in and turned around towards her. I know exactly where I wanna go.

“The police.”

Do I like Him?

Pairing; jungkook x reader || Dancer kook!au + Jealous kook!au

Summary;  “I’m not your princess.”  You fall in love with your best friend dancer Jungkook, and sexual tensions grow until something happens.

Word count; 3.2k 

 warnings; smut, language, slight bondage, princess and daddy kink

A/N; sorry for not writing anything for the longest. :( THIS HAS A LOT OF FLUFF THO TOO. (and sorry if there are some mistakes lol) i need jesus from this omgg

Originally posted by jeonify

You sauntered out the door, being exposed a new day. The bitter cold wind hit you which felt like a thousand needles against your skin since you had to wear a stupid skirt for the uniform. You were on your way to school trying to keep alive and warm in the process. “Ugh winter is going to be the death of me.” You groaned to yourself as you shivered.

You hugged yourself only to notice you forgot your coat. Time was ticking and you were quite far away from home already. Making your way down the icy street with the pure white snow in your hair, you noticed your best friend Jungkook. He was also walking to school. Jungkook lived a few blocks away from you. His face lit up and he ran up to you. He seems so happy to see you, everyday.

“Hey y/n! How are you princess?” He greeted you. You froze up even more at the word ‘princess’
“Hi, but will you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”
“Uh, well it’s just because you act like one, that’s all.” he explained to you.
You continued to walk and hug yourself trying to keep the cold away. Suddenly Jungkook slipped off his coat being left in his white button up shirt that seems to be way too small. It contoured his toned body perfectly. You looked away and shook your head.
“That’s wrong, no, stop it”, you told yourself.

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Dirty thoughts

Pairings: Sirius Black x reader

word count: 3058

warnings: um, implied smut? 

A/N: I hope you like this, it came to my mind some days ago. English is not my first language and i am doing my best, so please whether you like it or not, please let me know. It’s really important because I want to become a better writer. :) ♥ Oh, and if you want a request feel free to ask, just know that it may not be up really fast due to my filled schedule :) 

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Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

He was standing in front of me and was studying my shape. That made me nervous so I was looking at the floor. I felt those familiar rough and at the same time soft fingers slowly moving from the neck to my jaw, titling me head up in order to see him in the eyes. He smirked and got nearer, his skin barely touching mine.

“You have no idea what I am planning to do to you, sweetheart.”, his voice sent shivers down my spine after he whispered those words. Then his lips met my soft skin just below the ear. Moaning I tried to burry my hand in his raven black hair but the boy stopped me. Pushing me lightly I fell on the bed. He hovered above me and then I saw the desire in his eyes. I licked, then bit my lips at the thought what he can do to me.

“I’m all yours. Show me what you are capable of.”, I titillate him. That caused only a devilish grin. His hand ripped my shirt and within seconds his skillful mouth was exploring my curves…

“Come on (Y/N)! We must go!”, somebody shouted so loud in my ear that I fell on the hard floor.

“Are you crazy!? What the hell is your problem? You want me to become deaf or something?”, I screamed back.

“Well, you weren’t waking up so I had to do something.”, Lily, my roommate, said back, “Come on, dress up! We will be late for class.”, in response I groaned, not only my ass was hurting, but because she woke me up from my dream that was just becoming interesting. However, just as I saw the time, my almost wet dream popped out of my head and I started dressing. We had Potions and I didn’t want to get in trouble because of my dirty thoughts.

Somehow we managed to get in class just seconds before the teacher did.

“How is my sweetheart? Did she get enough sleep or she kept thinking ‘bout me?”, the familiar voice I had heard in my dreams asked.

“You are not so important to occupy my dreams.”, I looked at him with a smirk, trying to cover the fact that I was lying.

“You are hurting me, (Y/L/N)!”, placing his hand on his chest, where his heart was supposed to be, he acted as though he had been hurt, “Not caring about your boyfriend?”

“You are such a drama queen.”, I smiled.

“No, no, no! I’m a sexy drama queen.”, his façade as a hurt child continued.

“Well, here I cannot quarrel.”

“Oh, and…”, leaning closer to me he whispered, “You were indeed in my dreams last night.”

Those words immediately made my face turn red. I bit my lips and looked down, hiding my smile.

“You are so sweet when you are blushing.”, he stated as he placed his head on both his hands looking as a child admiring something, ”Oh, here you are blushing even more because of my compliments, which are actually true.”, that boy really didn’t know when to stop, “You are becoming as red as my tie sweetie, is it even possible?”

“Stop it, Sirius!”, he was right, I felt my face burning but at the same time I couldn’t stop smiling because of him.

“Why?”, my boyfriend asked simply while looking at me with an innocent look.

“I-um…I just wanna focus.”

“Yeah, sure.”, and with that our conversation finished. I was doing fine for the first five minutes. Then Sirius put his hand on my bare hip. My body immediately tensed. I was used to it, Sirius was really touchy and liked to show that I was his but this time it was different. I glanced at him but it seemed that he was interested in the boring lecture. I put all my efforts in trying to do the same, but Sirius’ hand was burning my skin. The only thing that was roaming in my mind was me, my boyfriend and some dirty things I’d never thought I would think of. I moved slightly so Sirius’ hand would just fall or something but that didn’t happen, he even moved it upwards. I bit my lip in order to stop the moan that was about to escape my mouth. That was it! I removed his hand, something I didn’t do and looked directly at the teaching trying to look as though everything he had been saying was so freaking intriguing. Yet I managed to catch Sirius’ head turning towards me. Usually I liked him touching me and now I hoped that this didn’t make him see that something was not alright.  

Sirius was staring at me almost the whole lesson and it was a torture, honestly. I didn’t want him to feel bad about that my hormones are ‘activated’. But thankfully the class finished soon.

“Hey, (Y/N), wha-”, as Sirius was about to turn and say something I stormed out of the room heading towards my next lesson – Transfiguration. The good news was that my sexy boyfriend had Herbology and I could focus without a problem. Ha, ha, ha! Guess what?! He was stuck in my mind. His simple movement filled me with desire and it was only 9 o’clock in the morning. That slight touch on my hips and bam I’m head over heels for him. Not that I wasn’t but this feeling was kind of new, it drove me crazy. And on top of this everything I did in class was wrong that I had my house with 15 points down. ‘That stupid bastard! Who gave him the right to affect me that way?! Idiot, fucking sexy idiot!’

We’d been dating for almost 8 months but sex was never a topic. Yeah, we did make sex jokes but only that. Something in me believed that Sirius knew this experience was unfamiliar to me and didn’t push me although he was probably suffering from not training his lil’ friend which made me love him even more. But now, somehow used to all the stress about the exams and homework my body finally decided it was time to get what it wanted. Sirius and I of course had passionate moments but only that.

The whole day I’d been trying to ignore him in order to reduce my feelings but as all my efforts through the day…nothing, I repeat nothing succeed. Again lost in my thoughts, searching for something that will occupy my mind I didn’t notice my boyfriend who was searching for me. He pushed me against the nearest wall and got me out of trance.

“We need to talk. Now.”, he stated slowly with his deep and sexy voice. I gulped nervously and as I tried to get out of that situation he stopped me with putting his hands on the wall so I won’t escape. I observed him remembering each detail. His shirt was enlacing his body so perfectly that his muscles were visible. The sleeves were rolled up just above his elbow. I bit my lips and continue my research. His jaw was clenched, and those soft and pinky lips were just inches away from me. Oh, I was dying to kiss them at that moment but did anything to hold that control over my body. And then, finally, his orbits. There was something in him, something in his eyes. If you ever meet that look, then you would understand what I mean. Those cold grey eyes had so much fire in them, fire that managed to ignite my cells, my body. I was burning from desire for those hands around me, those lips connecting with mine and sucking my soul out of my vessel. He was dangerous. Like a spark in a dry forest. Only one look and I was turning into ash, ash of passion and love.

“There is something.”

“What do you mean that there is something, Sirius?”, I tried to play dumb.

“You cannot lie to me, (Y/L/N) and you know that.”, he came closer and I tried to move backwards but the stupid wall was behind me. ‘Stupid Hogwarts teachers, why making a wall just there?!’

“You are wrong, honey. I’m fine.”, faking a smile had to make him believe me but that naïve dog with super senses could detect all my lies.

“Then why are you running away from me as though I am the devil?”

Those questions and that sexy provoking way of talking were getting me out of my skin.

“Maybe because you are!”, as I told that my eyes got wide.

“Have I done something?”, he asked simply.

“Yes, yes you did!”, crossing my arms I looked away.

“What is it?”

“You are hot and sexy and seductive and, urgh!”

“Wait, what?”, it seemed my statement confused him so I used the opportunity to escape. Just as he realized what I was doing he grabbed my hand and stopped me, “You are ignoring me because you find me attractive. Oh god, what a logic.”, he laughed.

“Don’t you dare laughing you idiot.”, I got out of his grip. Trying to look angry I began walking towards my next class. He tried to stop me but thank goodness the room was like 2 meters away and he didn’t manage to tell anything more. ‘What a bastard! How can he laugh about it? He has no idea how this situation is affecting me. Oh, he will regret this!’

The rest of the day went almost quietly. Sirius was nowhere to be seen. That calmed me down and I was able to concentrate on my homework and essays for tomorrow. As I was studying in the library someone say opposite me on the table. I looked up hoping it wasn’t Sirius. When I saw it was Remus I relaxed.

“Hi, Rem!”, I said with a bright smile.

“Hello (Y/N)! Can I sit?”

“Of course, why are you even asking?”, I took some of my books to make space for his belongings.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Just being polite.”

“Rem, I know you pretty well, no need to act as the good boy.”, I winked at him.

“What are you talking about? I am the most innocent person in the whole school, more innocent even from the virgins.”, he stated while laughing.

“Oh, do not be so sure.”, and here we went again, my desires unlocking again.

“Is there something in common with what Sirius had said?”, the boy asked as he opened his books searching for the needed information.

“What had he said? By the way, where is he?”

“Oh, he said and I quote ‘I am too hot and sexy and seductive for my girlfriend and I will give her some time without distracting her’”

“He what?!”, the anger filled me immediately.

“I, um-shit, shouldn’t have said it.”

“Where is he?”

“I-”

“Where is that little bastard, Remus?”, I should have looked really scary because the only response I got was a stuttering answer that my boyfriend was in his dormitory.

I collected all my things in fury and stormed out of the library. ‘Sirius! You better hope that I do not find you!’ Reaching the Gryffindor common room I said the password and got in. The only people there were Lily and James who stopped snogging as I entered. But I was too angry to think about how they finally became a thing.

“Where the hell is Black?”, I said though clenched teeth.

“Oh, um…”, they looked at each other confused then Lily answered, “In the boys’ dormitory.”

I threw my bag with the books on the coach and ascended the stairs. Seconds later I was in front of the door and almost ‘kicked’ it down. Sirius was standing in front of his wardrobe and when I showed with such rage his eyes widened. I entered the room without breaking an eye contact and locked the door.

“(Y/N)!”

“Sirius! I’m glad we know each other’s names.”

He tried to start a conversation but I stopped him.

“How is my hot and sexy and seductive boyfriend going?”

“Moony told you?”, he then continued doing what he was doing to wit untying his tie.

“Yes, he did!”, the view in front of me was so tempting which made even angrier and horny - a bad combination for a girl with raging hormones.

“I don’t understand why you are angry right now.”, he let his tie untied around his neck and looked at me smirking.

“You are making me insane right now.”

“And what are you gonna do then sweetheart?”, coming closer he sent me that challenging look. I grabbed him by the tie and pushed him against the door. Getting closer I whispered

“You won’t wanna know.” and then I attacked his neck with wet kisses.

“Wha- oh, shit.”, he moaned as I reached his weak spot just behind his year. Burying my hands in his soft dark hair I made him come closer so I can kiss him. It was hard to be dominant with such a giant. When our lips connected I felt that it was different than before. The kiss was rough and passionate. I bit his lower lip and used the opportunity to slide my tongue inside his mouth. Those strong arms I knew so well found their place on my ass. I jumped and wrapped my legs around him. Our tongues were fighting and he wasn’t about to surrender. Changing our position, he slammed me up against the wall and tried to gain control but I stopped immediately although I didn’t wish to. I unwrapped my legs and set foot on the floor. Sirius stood there amazed and maybe…shocked? I licked my lips and that lit the desire in his eyes. I saw my lipstick smudged on his lips which made him even hotter.

“I- woah, what just happened?”

“You saw nothing, Black.”, walking toward him he was backing up - that was the only thing his body could do at that moment. I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere, “You have no idea how many times I imagined doing this.” After that I pushed him so he landed on the bed. Holding his body weight on his elbow he looked at me puzzled. Honestly I had no clue where that confidence came from, especially knowing what was about to happen but I decided to indulge the feeling. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt throwing it on the floor. Then I slid my skirt down so slowly that caused my beloved boyfriend to groan at the sight. Removing my shoes I stood there only in my black laced bra and panties. Thanks god I was wearing the sexy set of underwear.

Sirius licked his lips and scanned my body. Believe it or not his friend immediately raised which made me chuckle. I hovered above my poor boy and looked him in the eyes. There was excitement, confusion and desire at the same time. Pushing him slightly so he would lay on the bed I positioned my legs from both sides of his body. Staying inches away from each other was killing us. He did want to do something but there was a thing stopping him.

“You used to be touchy. Is there a problem?”, I asked not even confused. Deep inside I felt everything was quite right.

“Moony and Prongs were right. You’ll be the death of me.”, chuckling he finally placed his hands on my lips moving them up and down, along my back and then back on my tights, “You just took my breath away, darling. I’ve never expected such an innocent girl to hide such a dangerous sex goddess.”

Those words made me do something. I’d never thought I could make him feel this way. Being the fuckboy of the school, well before we got together, always made me insecure about my body and abilities. I’d never felt good enough for that boy, and I kept telling myself I was just a toy. I was filled with fear of being rejected; being left from the boy I truly loved.  When we first met I found him too arrogant and cocky but with time passing I managed to look though that façade and see the poor boy, who was dismissed from his own family. A boy that had been hardly understood. A boy that wanted to hide his soft and vulnerable side. When I was with him he was himself, never hiding, never faking his emotions although he could do it pretty well.

My mouth was moving along his chest, stomach and right above his boxers. Sirius was a mess. Every time we had sex he was the dominant one, I’d never felt confident to do such a thing only because I thought I wouldn’t make him feel good. Apparently, I was wrong. Hearing my boy moaning me name was a pleasure for my ears. I licked a line from the bottom to his neck never breaking eye contact. He bit his lips and then threw his head back laughing.

“Oh, god!”

“What? Don’t have the strength to bear this?” , his grey eyes were looking at me dangerously and yet passionately.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”, instantly he put his hand on my head and draw me closer. Connecting our lips for a hundredth time that night, Sirius once again tried to dominant me.

“You won’t give me a chance, huh?”

“I want you so desperately that I cannot control myself, babe.”

As I reached my back to unclasp my bra, somebody opened, no, almost broke the freaking door.

“Sirius, I need to-”, James stopped in the middle of his sentence and in the middle of the room shocked. His eyes were moving from me to Sirius and back.

“(Y/n), what are you doing on top of Sirius?”, I was asked simply.

“What may I be doing on top of my boyfriend half naked, Potter?”

“Oooh”, the reality hit his face “You look sexy on him I can confirm.”

“Go away Prongs!”, I and Sirius both said and threw pillows at him.

“Okay, okay, I am leaving. Those little kids and their hormones… ”, he said while closing the door.

“Remind me to kill him later.”, we both laughed and then looked at each other.

“Now, where were we?”

Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: can you write a peter parker imagine where you two are enemies in school, you two hate eachother and you see him everyday in and out of school because his parents are best friends with your parents. one day when you get home they call you and peter in and force you to two to go on a date, you just suck it up and go on it. as you went on the date, you two actually had a lot in common and at the end you two liked eachother. thanks! love ur writing ♥

A/N: thanks nonny! ♥

Warning: None


The teacher was blabbering about his usual lesson, it sometimes felt like it was the same lesson over and over everyday. You sat there, scribbling on the desk with your pencil, you were bored out of your mind, there was absolutely nothing to do. You were always bored as usual, mostly in science class, your least favorite place to be. And the subject wasn’t the reason you hated that class, it was your enemy, Peter Parker. As you were scribbling on the desk you suddenly feel something get shot at your head, and it was sticky.

You turn around, soon seeing a smirking Peter with a straw placed in his hand. You got out the thing in your hair, it a spitball. You were absolutely disgusted that you just touched something that came out of Peter’s mouth. Ew.

“Stop it.” you scowled, turning back around.

A few minutes passed, than another spitball came flying into your hair again.

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Zhang Yixing//Oh God


Prompt:
You’re a teacher filling in for another class, and having trouble from one of the students. In an attempt to sort it out, you discover that you’re a lot more friendly with his parent than you originally thought.
Scenario: Fluff, smut mention
Word count: 3,837

The walk of shame had actually been more of a parade of triumph this morning, if you were going to be completely honest.
He’d been tall, handsome, muscular and well, you could say he was somewhat talented. You’d been stunned waking up next to him after your slightly drunken one night stand and it was revealed to your sober eyes that he was still as good looking this morning as he was the night before. You’d sneaked out of his room at 7am, down the dark hallway and out of the apartment quietly - as proud of yourself as you were for picking up such a gorgeous man, you weren’t up for the sheer embarrassment that would come with having to part if you’d woken him up too. So you’d bolted out as quickly as possible, texting your best friend and coworker Rani to meet you at the closest coffee house.

So you sat, ignoring the uncomfortable ache in the pit of your stomach - God, you were having flashbacks of his wonderful pelvis in action - and sipped on your coffee, trying to work out what details you’d give to explain your disappearance the night before. Rani spotted you immediately, short dyed blonde hair swinging as she plonked herself down across from you.
“You got laid!” She squealed, and you had to shush her as the other patrons were giving you a disapproving look. “You got laid!” She repeated, quieter, and you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah.”
“So - good or bad?” Her eyes were sparkling with anticipation, “Come on, we need to make this quick, I have an entire class’ homework to mark by tomorrow and I need to facetime my Naniji because it’s her birthday, although God knows what she’ll say about my hair. She may cry.” You took a deep breath in and grinned at your friend’s rambling.
“Okay, okay. So it was really good.” You relented, and she squealed again. “So he spoke Korean, but I’m pretty sure he’s Chinese because on certain words he’d sometimes have an accent.”
“Ooooh.” Rani grinned, and you flicked her forehead from across the table.
“Oooh indeed, because he was the most perfect specimen that’s ever been within a hundred yards of me.”
“Do tell.”
“He was a good height.” You tilted your head, thinking, “He was like…lean but completely ripped. Full on six pack of abs. He had the best hair too, it was all slick and dark and there was this one tendril that kept falling into his eyes and - oh, his eyes.” You could see Rani practically living for this. “They were so intense. He kept doing this thing where he’d look up from under his lashes and slow blink and it was amazing. Like, the biggest turn on.”
“God, I’m so single.” Rani sighed, and you grinned at her again,
“Shall I continue?”
“Yes. Please. He sounds like a slice of heaven.” She leaned her head on the table, looking up at you. “How was he?” Your cheeks burned slightly, but you told her anyway.
“Amazing. Like, best I’ve ever had. I think he must be a dancer or something, because those hips - umph, I can’t even think about it.”
“What kind was it?” She propped her chin on her hand, henna poking out from her sleeve and travelling down her fingers. “Like, slow and sweet or…sexy-time sexy time?”
“Dude, honestly - both.” You warmed your hands on the coffee cup, sighing deeply. “I’m ruined. How the hell am I ever going to drunkenly phone my ex and sleep with him again after this? I don’t think seven minutes in the back of his car is going to cut it after last night’s suitor.”
“Ugh, when was the last time you phoned your ex?”
“Ages ago, don’t worry. My drunk brain seems to have forgotten him.” You giggled, and she looked relieved.
“Thank God.” You swirled the coffee round with your pinkie.
“I didn’t leave my number or anything, I just ran. I just wanted to leave the perfect one night stand the way it was, no disappointment or embarrassment.”
“For once, I’m going to disagree here.” Rani shook her head. “You find a man that can move his hips like that, looks that good and is caring and hot at the same time during sex? You put a ring on it, damn.
“I don’t even know his name.” Her phone buzzed on the table then, and she jumped up.
“Oh God, it’s my Naniji. I need to take this -” She weaved her way through the chairs of the coffeehouse, and you could hear babbled Hindi flowing from her mouth like water in a creek. You shook your head at her hectic personality and life, getting up, too. You needed to finish marking your own class’ reading homework before tomorrow, and frankly, your hangover was not being kind either.

Monday was slightly more hectic than usual, as another class’ teacher was ill, making you cover for her when you should have been having a break, as your class was on a school trip for the next few days. But no, you were stuck covering for the youngest and most boisterous class in the school, so all you expected was constant crazy, non-stop action.
One particular group of 5 year olds, lead by a surprisingly quiet, small boy, kept up the highest energy, making sure you were never off your feet - Zhang Baozhi was like a quiet storm. He had taken a notion in the last few days to constantly convince other kids to do stupid shit, but never take part so as not to get into trouble. You started to miss the 10 year olds you usually taught as you were cleaning paint off the face of the quiet leader of the class that his friends had covered him in.
“Come on Changyun, really, settle down.” You scolded the main perpetrator, but the kid shook his head violently.
“Baozhi told me to!” You looked to the boy whose nose you were wiping sunset orange from delicately, his eyes blinking at you slowly.
“Is that true?” You asked him, your tone serious as you crouched down to meet his eyes. He blinked again, seeming indifferent. “You don’t want to get your friends in trouble, do you?” He sighed, an awfully mature sound coming from this three-and-a-half foot tall child.
“I told him to.”
“See!” Changyun stuck his tongue out at you, then grinned at his friend before hopping back to his seat. You grasped Baozhi under his arms and sat him up on your desk to be able to clean him up without crouching down.
“You can’t keep telling your friends to do these silly things.” You said, your tone soft - not because you thought he was sensitive, but because you knew there was no need for The Teacher Voice, as he would respond the same either way. “We don’t get our friends into trouble, alright?” He shrugged, again, indifferent, and you shook your head slightly, perplexed by the kid. You finished mopping up the hues of blue and pink from his little face and pulled him down from your desk, patting his back to let him know he was free to go back to his seat.

The next day, Baozhi caused much more ruckus with his influence on the other kids, stressing you out to no end. He started a food fight at break time by nudging Jeonghyun to throw his yogurt at Minwon, which took your proper, strict Teacher Voice to defuse that situation. Then, he convinced Eunhye and Dahyoon that it would be fun to braid their hair together, which got horrifically tangled and caused a lot of tears, making you painstakingly sit and part their hair for a half hour while the other kids drew their mother’s day cards. By eleven, he had started a game of whispers round the room, ending with Moonbin shouting at the top of his lungs a Chinese swear - which you only knew due to your old college roommate Biyu, who was an exchange student from Beijing. The last straw was when every kid in the small class other than Baozhi dunked their hands into the class fish tank to try and catch one. Thankfully, you’d managed to stop that before any fishes were harmed, but you decided enough was enough. You had to find out why Baozhi was acting out this way - you’d covered this class before, and he’d never given you a problem then - and so you pulled him aside an hour before school ended to ask him who collected him at the end of the day.
“I get the school bus.” He’d said, and you pursed your lips. You’d just need to phone his parents and ask them if they could come and pick him up so that you could speak to them personally about him. And so, when the kids were taken by the P.E. teacher to run around in the school gym for the last part of the day, you sat in the now-quiet class and dialed up the number you’d found in the office. It almost rang out, but then it was answered by a worried voice.
“Hello?”
“Hi there, am I speaking to the parent or carer of Zhang Baozhi?” You confirmed, tapping a pen against your notebook with all of the small child’s crimes written down.
“Yes, this is his father speaking, why? Is he alright? Why is his school calling me?”
“It’s nothing to worry about, Mr Zhang, I assure you, Baozhi is physically perfect - I’m just calling as his behavior has been slightly, um…” You sucked in at your teeth, “…questionable, these past few days. I was just wondering if there’s any way you could drop by to talk and try to work this out.” There was only silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, and you noticed the similarity between the father and son with their quiet pauses.
“I can’t come by today, but if he stays a half hour later tomorrow after school then I can pick him up and talk then.” You found yourself doodling on the page.
“That sounds good. I can put him in with the after school club in the next classroom, and we can talk while he plays.” You blew air up into the loose strands of your hair, continuing, “Does that work for you?”
“Yes, that’s fine.” You nodded as though he could see you. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then, Miss.”

3 o’clock rolled round the next day, and you sent Baozhi into the after school club that Rani was taking charge of, hastily cleaning up the classroom of the mess that the kids had left. You,yourself, were quite the sight to behold. At the beginning of the day, you’d been downright adorable - your hair sat perfectly, your makeup was blended and cute, you had on a spotless striped blouse tucked into a black skirt, black tights, little heeled boots.
And by the end of the day, by now, you had green and orange paint spattered across your face like alien freckles, you’d had to roll up the sleeves on your shirt, your skirt was back-to-front, your tights had been ripped at both knees where you had to kneel down to help coax a child out from under the slide in the playground. Your hair was sad and out of place, strands escaping haphazardly, and you’d cast your heels aside for some battered sneakers, but it didn’t matter what you looked like, you thought pathetically, it was just a Bhaozi’s dad. It didn’t matter because all that did matter was making sure he was alright and fixing what wasn’t. So you dashed around, taking paint pots to the sink in the corner and wiping crumbs off of desks when you heard a throat clearing from the doorway. You whipped around, and your eyes widened considerably.
Imagine your surprise when your one-night stand from the weekend was standing in the door, tall and handsome, looking around the classroom curiously, having not lain eyes on you yet. He was dressed almost identically to the way he was in the bar on Saturday - light washed jeans, black fitted tee, sneakers.
“What are you doing here?” You squeaked out, and he let his slow eyes land on you. You watched as his expression mirrored yours, and his mouth dropped open.
“It’s - you - you work here?” He stammered, and you straightened up a little. “You just left…” You could feel your cheeks heating up, especially when you looked down and caught sight of the ladders in your tights. When you looked back up at him, you could feel his discomfort, as though he was trying to figure out an explanation to his appearance. You got impatient then, embarrassed,
“Could you please - can we do this later? I have a meeting scheduled with a kid’s parent right now so could you…” You trailed off as you studied his face, and it dawned on you. The slow blink, the almost indifferent attitude - it was mirrored right here. “Oh my God.” He took a few steps inside the classroom, shutting the door.
“You called about Baozhi.” He said, his voice quiet, and you felt your face drain, bracing yourself against your desk. Rani would have a field day with this one.
“I…” He was looking at you as if bracing your reaction. The thoughts were whirling almost violently in your head, especially when you caught sight of a ring on his finger. “You…oh my God.”
“I know this isn’t ideal-” He started, but you stood up straight, shaking your head violently to cut him off.
“Ideal? This is the worst thing,” His face fell completely, and you felt disgust at yourself and at him overwhelm you. “You have a child - you’re the father of a student I teach -”
“If you-”
“No!” Teacher Voice was on, and he stood stock still. “So you’re what married with a child and you take me home? Are you nuts? Do I - do I look like a home wrecker? I’m a freaking primary school teacher-”
“I’m not married.” He cut you off quietly, and you froze, looking at him suspiciously.
“You have a child and a ring.” You pointed out, your frantic tone dying down. He looked down at his hand and realisation dawned on his features.
“This is actually a family ring. My father gave me it. It’s not a romantic thing.” He twirled it on his finger, turning it and extending it to you so that you could see the Chinese characters spelling out Zhang on the underside.
“Oh.” You leaned back against the desk. “So…you didn’t cheat on anybody with me?” He nose wrinkled slightly and he shook his head determinedly.
“Definitely not. There’s nobody to cheat on.” Another thought burned in your mind and you cringed.
”You better not tell me that Baozhi was home when I…when we…” You shuddered at the unprofessionalism of it all, saying a silent prayer.
”No! God, no, he was staying at Changyun’s house at the weekend.” His face was pale, “I wouldn’t leave my 5 year old son home alone while I went to the bar and took someone home.”
“Alright then.” You muttered.It was quiet then, awkward. You stared at his sneakers, clean white, apart from a scribble in biro pen on the side, which you assumed was down to the child in question. He cleared his throat.
“Uh, so, what’s the matter with Baozhi?” You almost jumped to attention.
“Oh, right!” You gestured for him to follow you round the classroom as you explained all of his child’s misdemeanors and blame ridden leadership of the class. As the final piece of evidence you whirled round to face - oh God, you didn’t know anything other than his name was Zhang Something and that he had rock hard abs under that tee and a pelvis that moved like - Jesus, that was enough, stop thinking -
“This is the last thing he managed to convince the kids to do,” You said, staring him down. He stared right back, occasionally blinking.
“What?” You scrunched your nose.
“Paint,” You clarified, the colours across your face moving as your nose did. He let a small smile creep onto his face, and you stepped back. “So I want to figure out why he’s acting like this. I’ve taught him before and he was a sweet kid. Now he’s like a little dictator. I mean, he was supposed to be writing out his mother’s day card, and all of a sudden, I hear this whisper going round the room, and bam, there it is. Chinese for ‘fuck’.” Zhang’s eyes narrow slightly.
“Wait, what did you say?”
“Chinese for ‘fuck.’”
“No, before that.” You raised an eyebrow at his prying for detail.
“He was supposed to be writing out his mother’s day card?” And it was then that he groaned and stepped back, bumping into a sitting position on a desk.
“What does that have to do with it?” You didn’t get it.
“Baozhi isn’t mine by blood,” He explained, his voice slightly thick, “I took him in as a baby…he never knew his mother, and he doesn’t have anyone like a mother to him.” Your hands flew to your mouth realising that you’d been asking a motherless child to write a card explaining how much he loved his mother.
“Oh my God. Oh my God, I’m the worst.” You whispered, “I should have made sure before I set them the task - oh my God. I can’t believe I did that.”
“No, it’s an easy mistake to make.” He tried to clear it up but you were on full guilt mode.
“Jesus, I might as well have just asked him to bring her into school, oh my God I’m an idiot.”
“Hey, no, it’s fine, I’ll talk to him.” He stood up, his hands on your shoulders, and you sighed heavily.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s really alright.” He then let out a huff of breath, letting his hands drop. “I should’ve have noticed Mother’s day was coming up. I usually let the teacher know - Miss Banner knew already, that’s why I didn’t this year.”
“I’m just covering this class right now.” You let him know, “Just so you don’t need to worry about Baozhi being left with me at all times.” Your joke was feeble and he shook his head.
“I’m really sorry that you’ve had to deal with…” He gestured to the rips in your tights, your face splattered with paint and then around the messy classroom. “…all of this. When he gets upset he acts out.” It was then that your door opened, and Rani, panting, poked her head in.
“(Y/N), seriously, I really need you to come in and help me out, one of my kids has her head stuck inside a drawer and -” She noticed Baozhi’s dad then, and her eyes widened at his …well, his everything. You gave her a look, saying through gritted teeth,
“I’ll be there in a minute.” She ducked out the room, and you heard your name repeated from behind you. You turned to look at -
“Yixing.” He said, a little crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Since we didn’t get to, um…introduce ourselves properly on Saturday.” You found your cheeks heating up.
“That’s…a really nice name.” You said, lamely, and he let out a chuckle. “Um, now that we know why Baozhi was acting up, I’ll let you go take him home-”
“He can play in there for a minute more,” He fiddled with his jeans pocket, nervously looking down at you. You could feel the nerves affecting you, making you bite the inside of your cheek. “Why did you leave without a word?” You scoffed, and looked at everything but him, positive your cheeks were radiating heat of up to 50 degrees Celsius.
“I - I just didn’t want to, ah, impose.” You gave him a pleading look, as if, please be okay with this answer.
“Ah, right.” He nodded and turned, walking towards the classroom door, and you felt your lungs deflate in relief. It was as his hand touched the door handle that he spun once more, looking you in the eyes. “It’s just that I had a good time on Saturday, and I’m pretty sure you did too by the sounds-”
“Hey hey hey, that’s enough!” You panicked, rushing over and placing your hands over his mouth, feeling him smirking underneath your palms. You narrowed your eyes at him, keeping your hands firmly placed. “Saturday was very fun. And I may have left super early because I didn’t want you to totally regret it once you woke up, and I figured it would stay a nice little fantasy of a great night if I just left.” You saw his eyebrows raise, but still you didn’t budge, keeping him mute. “Alright, fine - I was scared you might be a total douchebag and that it would ruin the memory of the amazing sex. Happy?” You saw his eyes turn into little crescents and his laughter was muffled against your hands as you pulled them away.
“You thought that it was amazing?” He looked proud, and you pouted.
“Would I have said that if it wasn’t true?” He shrugged, a huge grin still on his face as he leaned against the door.
“Well, you did say on Saturday that you’d give me your number, but I don’t recall that happening.” You scoffed, arms folded, but a sudden rush of confidence ran through you, making you grab a pen from a nearby desk and pull Yixing’s arm out towards you, scribbling your number onto his skin.
“I do what I say I’ll do.” You said, proudly, and re-folded your arms, earning a blindingly bright smile from him.
“Good. So, uh, dinner tonight?” It was your turn to slow blink.
“What about Baozhi?” You fretted, “There isn’t anyone to look after him, is there?” Yixing laughed, and you frowned at him again. “What, is this funny? Poor Baozhi, after I messed up his little life for a week his own father wants to-”
“He could come along too.” You blinked again.
“Huh?”
“If you don’t mind, he could come too.” You felt a grin work it’s way across your face although you tried to suppress it.
“I’d like that.” You grabbed your coat from the hook by the door and put it on, much to Yixing’s surprise. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get Baozhi and then get pizza.”
“Pizza?” He cocked his head at your decision and you shrugged.
“He wrote down for his make-a-sentence homework the other day that it was his favourite.”
And it was at that moment that Yixing knew you wouldn’t be getting rid of him for a long time.

Cold 2 (Alex Imagine)

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Your Pov 

“(Y/n), babe, you coming to the dance tonight?” Hannah slides up next to you with a smile.

“Yeah, why?” You open your locker and get out your chemistry book.

“Are you going with anyone?” Hannah asks with a mischievous look in her eyes.  

“No I wasn’t asked.” You shrug and brush off the look in her eyes.

“You’re not going with Alex?” Hannah frowns as she walks with you to chemistry.

“He never asked me. Plus I’m sure he’s only going to try and get Jessica back.” You walk into the classroom.

“Oh well you can go with me. I’m driving Courtney and a few other people there so if you want I can pick you up.” Hannah takes her seat next to you.

“Yeah that sounds fun actually!” You send her a smile and turn to the teacher who just walked in.

Keep reading

Trust

Title: Trust
Pairing:
Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Type:
Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 1k
Warnings:
None
A/N: I recently started re-watching Teen Wolf from the beginning because I’m like 3 seasons behind and wanna refresh my memory. But while watching it, I regained my huge love for Stiles’ character. He’s hot and sarcastically funny. My total dream guy! Anyway, enjoy this pretty shitty fic. Let me know if you wanna see some more Stiles stuff. PS I’ve had this sitting in my drafts done for like a few months. This was my first Stiles writing so that’s why this A/N sounds weird considering I’ve already written a Stiles fic.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

You and Stiles had been friends since daycare. His dad used to babysit you while your parents were out on ‘business’. Within all the years you and Stiles had known each other, you never got the nerve to tell him your secret. You didn’t want him to find out either. He’d probably run away screaming and never talk to you again. Scott knew your secret but that was unavoidable because he could pick up your scent. There had been a few moments where Stiles almost could’ve figured it out if he actually used that brain of his but he never put two and two together and you were honestly thankful for his blindness.


“Y/N, I missed you all summer!” Stiles exclaimed as he picked you up in the middle of the school hallway. “Where were you? I tried calling and texting but it never went through.”

“Yeah, sorry, my parents took me on a stupid vacation and deactivated my phone for ‘family time’. It was pretty lame.”

“Yeah, sounds like it. But you’re back and we’ll be able to see each other everyday now!” He chuckled. “Let me see your schedule.” He stated, rather than asked, as he grabbed the paper from your hand, accidentally cutting you.

“Fuck!” You groaned as you gripped your hand in pain. 

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. Let me see.” He turned over you hand and saw a long cut on your palm. 

“It’ll be fine. Just a paper cut. A big one at that but still a paper cut.”

“Sorry, again. Anyway, let’s see if we have any classes together. Um…dammit…we only have Science together last period. This sucks!” He pouted as he handed you back your schedule. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll see each other at lunch and during passing periods.”

“Yeah, I guess but class is so much more fun with you sitting next to me. I-I mean, like you’re my best friend so it’s nice having someone to talk to.” He blushed lightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You shoved the paper into your backpack causing Stiles to get a glimpse of your now healed palm. 

“What the…” He cocked his head as you looked at you confused.

“Oh. I mean…I guess it’s just not as noticeable right now.” You said trying to sound convincing enough.

“It looks healed though.”

“Stiles, I think you need more sleep.” You laughed, nervously. “Let’s get to first period. Don’t wanna piss off our teachers on the first day.”


You fiddled with your phone as you contemplated telling him. Scott said he wouldn’t but that you would have to eventually. Your eyes were glued to the trees passing as Stile drove you both to the middle of the woods as a getaway from school for the day. 

“Yo, Y/N, you good? You seem a little out of it.” Stiles glanced over at you.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, no I’m fine. I think.” You mumbled.

“Something’s on your mind, tell me. And before you lie, I’ve known you for 15 years, you can’t bullshit me like that.” He laughed while still keeping his eyes on the road. 

“There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now.”

“Just tell me. I promise I won’t judge you.” He smiled.

“Well, er, I’m, uh…I’m a Werewolf! There I said it. I’m a goddamn Werewolf. I was born one and that’s where my parents always are when they’re gone. They’re not on business trips, they’re out hunting and fighting off the Hunters.” You spit out in one breath.

Stiles pulled the car over and froze for a few moments. 

“Stiles, please say something.”

“What do you want me to say? ‘Wow, Y/N, that’s so cool that another one of my friends is a Werewolf!’ No, that’s not what I’m gonna say because this sucks. I’m always dragged into this shit and it’s fucking crazy. I can barely handle Scott and now I have to deal with you too.” He ran his hands through his hair.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You said, slighting offended by his wording. “I don’t need you to ‘handle’ me. I was born like this, I can control it way better than Scott. You know what? Forget I said anything. I’ll walk back home from here.” You got out of the car and before Stiles could object, you were already running through the trees.

“Fuck.” Stiles sighed as he banged his head onto his steering wheel.


You got to your empty house and ran to your room. You threw your backpack onto your desk chair and jumped into bed, crying. You though that Stiles would accept you and be kind of happy you trusted him with some a huge secret. 

After a few moments, you heard someone banging on our front door but chose to ignore it, knowing that it was Stiles trying to fix his screw up. The knocking calmed down but soon afterwards you heard clanking on your window. Confused, you looked up and saw pebbles hitting the glass. You sighed as you got up and opened up the window just in time to get hit with one of the pebbles. 

“Stiles!” You groaned.

“Sorry!” He cringed.

“What do you want?”

“Can I come in? It’s cold outside, I can’t feel anything below my waist.” He chuckled.

“Fine. Meet me at the door.”

You went downstairs and unlocked the front door, allowing Stiles access to your house. He followed you back up to your bedroom after closing the door behind him. 

“Okay, you’re inside the warmth now. What do you wan-” Before you could finish your question Stiles had pounced you with a heated kiss which ended up pushing you down onto the bed with him on top of you. Once he pulled away, you were speechless.

“I’m sorry I flipped on you earlier. I was just scared because I thought that you know, you’d join Scott’s pack and end up liking him but I wanted you to like me more. I’ve actually been in love with you since 8th grade but I never had the balls to tell you but I guess I just did so…was it okay that I kissed you?” He rambled causing you to giggle.

“Yes, it was okay. And it’s even more okay if you do it again.”

“So you forgiv-” He paused for a second. “Wait, you like me?!” He said shocked.

“Shut up and give me another kiss, Stiles.” You ordered and he happily obeyed.

graduation imagine

@tcobsession : If you could I would looove an after graduation imagine with a math teacher. It would be amazing if you could ❤❤  

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You walked out of the school hall with a certificate in your hand and a smile on your face. Today was the day you graduated, the day you were finally free from the pointless rules and the petty drama of high school. You could now live your life to the fullest, and do some traveling around Europe like you’d dreamt of since you were a kid.

“Y/N!” Your best friend cried out from the group of people she was standing around. Their heads slowly turned around; her dad,  your parents, your English teacher, and a face you’d grown very fond of as of the past three years - your Math teacher.

As you walked toward the group, you started to panic. Just seeing his blond hair and athletic build made your heart race, and it killed you that this would be the last time you’d ever see him again.

It was your parents who pulled you into a hug first, both kissing your cheeks at the same time. “I can’t breathe!” You cried, laughing as they pulled away.

“We’re so, so proud of you darling,” your mum breathed, her eyes brimming with tears.

Your dad rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop it,” he told her, before smiling at you. “Well done, honey.”

You grinned, watching as your best friend and your TC talked among each other. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest as you wished that was you right now, but your time would come, it had to.

Your English teacher placed her hands on your forearms, sighing in contentment. “Y/N, you were such a pleasure to teach. I wish you a very happy life, and I know that no matter what you do, you’ll be brilliant at it.”

“Thank you Miss,” you smiled, pulling her into a hug. She smiled warmly at you when you pulled away.

BF/N’s dad was quick to congratulate you after that. “Good job for not letting BF/N distract you too much,” he winked, making you laugh.

Your best friend grabbed her dad’s arm. “Come on, we have to go and see Mr. Callahan,” she whined, before dragging him away. It was no secret that Mr. Callahan was admired by almost every girl in the school. He was the Art teacher who’d only started this year, and he was very, very good-looking. Almost as much as TC/N, but no one had anything on him.

“Would any of you like a coffee?” your English teacher asked you.

TC/N and yourself politely declined whilst your parents both nodded enthusiastically. “Well, follow me,” she said, leading them away to the beverage stall and leaving you two alone.

You looked at TC for a moment. You took in his irresistible scent of cinnamon, his outfit consisting of a fitted grey suit with a white shirt and black tie, the small strands of hair that fell into his ocean blue eyes that you had so deeply fallen in love with. There was no denying that this man had had an immense impact on not only your education but your mind too. There wasn’t a minute where this man didn’t cross your mind, and by the end of the year you found it almost impossible to concentrate in his class when he sent you winks and smirks from across the room. He was almost intoxicating in the way that he drew you in, but you enjoyed it so much.

“So,” TC/N said, interrupting your thoughts. “This is the end.”

You sighed in relief. “Thank God,” you laughed. “I don’t think I could take another year now.”

TC/N clutched his chest in mock horror. “Well, I’m sorry for causing you so much pain!” He exclaimed, sarcasm lacing his voice.

“Shut up,” you laughed. “I just need a new start, that’s all.”

He nodded, looking into your eyes with his bright blue ones which drove you oh-so-crazy every time you saw them. “I think we all do at some point,” he said. “I think you’re great, you know that, right?”

Your heart raced and you felt a heat rush to your cheeks. “Really?”

He smirked, “really. Which is why I’m going to suggest that we keep in touch. I need some greatness in my life, and I don’t think I can take spending a year without you irritating me with your crazy questions every Tuesday and Friday.”

“Hey!” You protested, your cheeks now burning. “I’m not irritating. And they weren’t crazy questions. I just…. wanted to get to know you, that’s all.”

A laugh escaped his full pink lips, and from that moment on you were staring at them, imagining them on yours. He caught your gaze and cleared his throat, the cheeky smirk still apparent on his defined face.

“Well,” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “If you’re not too busy, I think I can handle you irritating me for a while longer.”

He discreetly brushed his hand with yours, and you were positive that there were a million and one butterflies fluttering in your stomach right now. This was happening. The moment you had been dreaming of for three whole years was happening. TC/N, the guy of your dreams, was interested in you.

Confidence, Y/N, confidence, you thought to yourself, as you cocked an eyebrow. “And what do you mean by that, exactly?” you asked.

TC/N laughed, reaching into his pocket and taking out a black iPhone. “I think you know exactly what I mean. Give me your number, and I’ll text you.”

Your hands shook a little but you kept yourself composed as you took his phone, typing your name and number into his contacts. You passed the phone back to him, allowing your eyes to meet and your fingers to linger over each other’s for a while.

“Expect to hear from me very soon,” he told you, before pulling you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso, inhaling his sweet scent and never wanting to let go. To you, he was a dream. A complete and utter dream. He was absolutely unreal, and for him to take an interest in you was impossible in your mind.

You slowly started to pull away, but not before you a placed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be waiting,” you smiled devilishly, before turning and walking away.

Seconds after, you felt a buzz into your pocket. You took your phone out, and what was written on the screen surprised you completely:

i live in the third house on redgrove lane, you’ll know which one it is by my car outside. you, me, a blanket fort and italian food, tonight at 7. what do you say?

And with a huge smirk plastered onto your face, you replied:

sounds like a plan. x

‘The Hot Girl’ - Scott McCall

Originally posted by thealpha

Summary: Scott has had a crush on (Y/N) for years. He then somehow gets invited to her party… along with Stiles.


Scott and Stiles walked into school side by side. Stiles was rambling to Scott about some weird tv show he had found last night and Scott tried his hardest to pretend that he was listening until he looked up and his eyes met with (Y/N). He inhaled sharply and stopped walking causing Stiles to stop talking and follow his line of view. Seeing (Y/N) Stiles sighed and looked over at Scott. 

“It hurts, doesn’t it buddy?”

“W-what?” Scott snapped out of his daze.

“That you can’t have her.” Stiles murmured as (Y/N) began to walk to class. Scott was silent for a moment.

“We better get to class”.


Scott sat towards the back of the room next to Stiles. He ignored everything around him. Surely it was more important to stare at (Y/N) all class then do maths for an hour or so. He watched the way the sun hit her eyes and they sparkled. How her hair bounced as she mover her head. Her adorable thinking face when she was trying to figure something out. And the w-

“McCall!” Scott snapped his head towards the teacher at the front of the class.

“Yes?” He said uncomfortably.

“I ‘said do you know the answer’. But I’m guessing since you haven’t been doing anything but sitting there with a dumb smile on your face all class that’d be a no.”

“Uh, yeah, I mean no. Sorry.” He mumbled and lowered him head trying to hide himself as he saw (Y/N) staring at him along with the rest of the class.


The bell rang and Scott grabbed his books and stood up. Everyone else cleared out within seconds. Before he had the chance to leave he was pulled back.

“McCall, I’m sorry for calling on you like that in class. But you’re falling behind. Do you need help? I can get you a tutor.”

“No, I’m fine. Just a little on edge at the moment” He said and walked out of the room. 

“That was rough.” Scott’s head snapped towards his right and he saw (Y/N) standing there. “Not every day you get yelled at by a teacher, McCall.” She giggled. Scott stood in awe for a couple seconds before regaining himself.

“Maybe not for you” He laughed although he wasn’t wrong. (Y/N) never got in trouble while Scott seemed to have a sign on his head that says ‘pick on me’. (Y/N) smiled softly at him and then it turned into a smirk.

“You know Scott, you’re really something else. Always so mysterious and running off. I always wonder where you go” She laughs a little as they begin walking towards (Y/N)’s locker. Scott was taken aback to think that she thought about him. 

“Oh, normally to help Stiles. He seems to get into trouble often.”

“Ahh yes. The sheriff’s son” She exaggerates the saying. 

“You know what Scott. I’m having a party tonight if you want to come. And you can bring Stiles too. I wouldn’t want you running off” She winks at him as she walks off.


“Bro you are getting laiiiiiddd” 

“Shut up Stiles” Scott playfully hit him as he went over to the mirror to fix his hair. They were both dressed well with as much gel as their hair could take. 

“Scott, I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. You’re the hot girl. You can do this” Scott laughed and smiled slightly at what Stiles said.

“I’m pretty sure Lydia’s going” Scott said after he was finally ready.

“I know. Why do you think I smell so nice. Girls love that”

“What do you know about girls?” Scott asked with a smile.

“Um excuse me but I am an expert.” Stiles went on as they made their way to Stiles’ jeep. 


“Scott! You made it!” (Y/N) squealed as she raised her arms in the air for a hug. She was obviously a little tipsy. Her arms wrapped around Scott’s neck and she encased him in a giant hug. He smiled slightly and breathed in her sweet perfume. They pulled away and she ran off to greet other guests.

“Good thing I brought two” Stiles said as he pulled out a small packaging.

“Put that away!″ Scott whispered harshly as he looked around.

“Oh come on Scotty boy. Let’s go dance.”


A couple hours had gone by but Stiles was still in the middle of the room dancing ridiculously with some chick who probably didn’t even go to Beacon Hills. Scott stood with a red solo cup filled with punch at the side of the room.

“Having a good time?” He heard (Y/N) say.

“Yeah, watching Stiles dance is great.” He chuckled. “What about you? You seem a bit more sobered up then when I saw you last” He saw the water bottle in her hand.

“Yeah, well I saw something that sobered me up quite well actually”. She had a sad smile. Scott’s face fell. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“James, he’s an ass.” She chuckled as Scott remembered that she’s had this ‘off on relationship’ with James ever since Scott liked her. “Why do you care so much Scott? People I’ve been friends with for years don’t even care this much” She sarcastically laughed.

“Because I care about you (Y/N). Anyone would be crazy not to see how amazing you are.” She turned to him and looked him deep in the eyes. Then, all of a sudden he felt her lips on his. He had been longing for this for years. Their lips moved so well together it was if they were made for one another. Scott unwillingly pulled back. “Look, (Y/N). You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted that and for how long. But I think what you need right now is to go to sleep. You’ve had a long night and I don’t want you to regret anything tomorrow.” Scott said as he grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs to her room. “I’ll sort out the party. See you tomorrow.”

“Scott?” (Y/N) stopped him before he left.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” She smiled before fluttering her eyes closed. He smiled softly and nodded even though she couldn’t see and gently closed the door.

The Missing Piece

|| College! Jihoon AU

|| fluff, angst ???

|| Jihoon x Reader

|| Word Count: 1794

||Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three


Summary: You are an art major in college and you’ve always gotten along well with others and worked as hard as you could which rewarded you with a streak of Straight A’s. Jihoon is by far the best music major in the school, which unfortunately you attended with him.  You spent your years without ever running into him, but what happens when you finally meet the hot-tempered producer after an unlucky encounter? Even worse, what happens when you get paired up with this irascible person?

Originally posted by mienghao


You haven’t even been awake for that long and your day had already felt ruined. You lingered where that hot-tempered boy had left you for a few seconds longer before dragging yourself to your first class, but not before angrily throwing away the half empty cup of coffee, that you held in your hand, in the nearest trash can.

Your mind was polluted with the thoughts of that guy from earlier that you had completely forgotten that you were in a rush to your class which you were now almost 45 minutes late to.

“If I ever see his face again I swear I’ll,” 

A honey like yet familiar, exasperating voice cut you off.

“You’ll what?” you turned around to see the rude coffee boy with that obnoxious smirk sitting on his face as he looked you straight in the eyes and let out a small chuckle.

You had started thinking of what to say back to him but your anger beat you to it and words started flowing out of your mouth with no permission from you.

“Great! This is just great! You’re following me to class now? Don’t you have a place to get to? Like I don’t know, far away from here?”

“Can’t be that far from here. We’re on the same college campus.” His voice held a sarcastic tone. You couldn’t believe it, he actually seemed to be enjoying this. He had just met you and he already enjoyed making you angry.

“So why are you here? Did you come to pour more coffee on me?” 

“Actually, I came to take you to the classroom.” he pushed open the door of your regular class to reveal a bunch of empty seats. “The music and the art teacher are planning something and sent me to get you.”

“H-how..?”

“They were calling attendance and were wondering where you were since apparently you had never missed a day of school before. One of the art majors said they saw me with you this morning so they told me to find you and bring you to the correct classroom.”

He didn’t spend any more time standing there after explaining and started walking to class. He may be short but boy can he walk fast. You were practically running to keep up with him.

You filled your thoughts with the information you’ve gathered about coffee guy.

“So, he’s a music major. He seems pretty cocky so he’s probably good at it. Guessing from his looks and the way he dresses he’s around my age. And one thing I know for sure, he’s irritating and obnoxious.”

A hand was being waved in front of you which brought you back to reality. “Hello? Earth to ugly, coffee spilling, phone girl.”

Excuse me? Did you just call me ugly?” He brushed off your question and pushed open the door, “We’re here.”

“Ah, Jihoon, you seemed to have found our lost puppy. Thank you for leading them to class.” he simply nodded his head and moved towards an empty seat in the back of the room.

“So… his name is Jihoon.” you added that to the few things you knew about this boy, and although you already despise him, it added to your curiosity. You wondered what else there was to know about him. However, you would much rather stay curious then have to stick by the vexatious person.

You scanned the room before finding your best friend Areum and making your way to her.

“Oh my god, dude! You were with Jihoon? When did this become a thing? Why didn’t you tell me? Why aren’t you sitting with him? When did you guys meet? How many dates have you gone? You know he’s the hottest of the hot and he’s a great musician, right?” Areum was always a hyper and energetic person and she loved gossip and such so you weren’t surprised that she bombed you with questions as soon as you sat down.

“Woah, woah, Areum. Slow down. We’re not a thing. We met this morning when he spilled coffee all over me,” you stretched out your jacket to show her the stain as proof that you weren’t lying, “He’s a crazy jerk. I rather die before I ever go on a date with him. And please, hot? Definitely not.” You told her everything honestly. Well, almost honestly. You had to admit, he was pretty attractive.

“What do you mean he’s not hot? Have you gone to the eye doctor recently?” You laughed but before you could answer one of the professors started talking.

“So, although it’s an hour late and we only have about half an hour left of class,” Professor Kim looked at you in a teasing manner as you smiled guiltily and mouthed the word sorry to him, “We’d like to explain why both of our classes are here. Don’t stress too much today since we’ll only be explaining and won’t be starting our project until next week.” 

You and Areum both looked at each other and smiled widely. Since you were both art majors your projects were usually very fun and you always anticipated them.

“So, since only half the class knows us we’ll introduce ourselves. I’ll start first since I’m already talking,” Professor Kim and some other students let out a small laugh, “I’m Professor Kim and I’m the professor for the advanced art majors, which tend to be upperclassmen with a few exceptions.”

“And I’m Professor Park. I’m in charge of the music department. More specifically the advanced music production class.”

“So are you gonna tell us why we’re all here or what?” Areum’s abrupt comment gained the class’ laughter including the professors’.

“Yes, Areum. We were getting to that.” Professor Kim answered, still chuckling.

“We took our top classes and decided to do a collab project,” Professor Park started explaining. There were a few “Oooo’s” escaping the mouths of excited students from both classes. 

“The art students will create a painting and the music students will produce their own songs,”

“Isn’t that what we normally do?” Areum blurted out once more which caused a second round of laughter.

“Hold on, Areum. There’s a catch. The painting and the music must be able to flow together and tell some kind of story. However, you cannot draw anything too specific and the music majors cannot put lyrics into the songs.”

Areum had her head buried in her notebook as she wrote the directions down word for word and started writing ideas on the side of her paper. As she started finishing up her writing Professor Kim lifted up his hand, holding up the number three and started counting down with his fingers. Just as his hand became a fist Areum looked back up at the professors and asked another question.

“So how are we picking the partners?” Professor Kim and Professor Park both smiled at each other as a reaction to Professor Kim’s accurate countdown.

“Glad you asked,” Professor Park smiled brightly at Areum, “You’re not. We are.”

The classroom filled with a disappointed “Aw”, as all the students looked at their friends in the opposite class from theirs. By the look in their eyes you would think that they had just broken up with their significant other on their 100th day anniversary.

“Now, pay close attention because we’re only naming the partners once.” The room quieted down as the students eagerly awaited to hear who they were assigned with.

You looked to your side to see Areum with her hands pressed together and her eyes closed tightly. 

You giggled quietly and leaned towards her, “What are you doing, Areum?” you whispered.

Keeping her eyes closed and her hands together she whispered back, “I’m praying to be paired with that gorgeous angel in the back of the room.”

You had almost forgotten that Jihoon was there. You looked back to observe him. He seemed like he couldn’t care less about this project. He was writing something down in the notebook in front of him.

“Maybe he’s writing down ways he could be a better person and not such an a-” Your thoughts were interrupted again by Areum’s teasing as she poked you repeatedly on the arm. 

“I thought you said he was a crazy, unattractive jerk.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at her, “He is. I was just thinking about how unlucky the person who he’s paired with is gonna be.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” she giggled. You shook your head at her and lightly pushed her.

“Let’s just listen for our names, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. But lemme tell ya, whoever he gets partnered with is so lucky. He’s a great producer. Probably best this school has ever had. I’ve even heard that he’s helped write and produce songs for idol groups!”

You chortled and returned your attention to the professors.

“Song Areum and Kim Minhyuk,” Professor Park called out.

“Ooooo,” Areum shimmied slightly, “I got a cute boy!”

You loved your best friend but sometimes she was a little too crazy for you. Boy crazy to be precise. 

“Mr. Jeon Wonwoo and Miss Laurel,” Professor Park named another pair.

You looked over to see a group of rowdy boys whistling and cheering on their friend. “Yo, Wonwoo! You got the cute foreign girl!” 

Laurel looked over at the boys, blushing slightly and Wonwoo quickly shut his friends up and even hit a few on the arm and leg. You could see a twinkle in his eyes as he shyly smiled at Laurel.

“Them,” Areum pointed at Laurel and Wonwoo, “their love is blooming. They’re gonna be such a cute couple.”

You didn’t doubt it. Areum was psychic when it came to love and relationships. She could always guess who was going to be a couple and what type of couple they would be and sometimes even how they would break up.

“Kim Soohyun and Park Jaehyun. Lee Bora and Jeon Nari.” you listened to the rest of the partners being listed. The other students started getting up and introducing themselves to one another if necessary and the others were so excited they had already begun planning their projects.

“Last but not least, (L/N)(F/N), and Lee Jihoon.”

You froze in your spot.

“Oh god no, this can’t be happening.” Areum looked at you, her eyes as wide as baseballs. She shook your shoulders excitedly “Oh my god, (Y/N)! You’re so lucky! Oh my gosh!” She was out of her seat jumping up and down squealing now. 

You turned around in your seat to face your newly made nemesis. He had that stupid, undeniably attractive smirk on his face. He got up and walked over towards where you were sitting, neither of you breaking eye contact.

“Hey… partner.”

The New Boy - Wonwoo Fluff (High school!AU)

Originally posted by hosoeks

Request: Can I request a wonwoo high school au? Thanks in advance ^^

Word Count:1390

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Wonwoo of SEVENTEEN

Summary: You couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious boy that joined your class. Is there more to him than smirks and headphones?

A/N: Thank you for the requests! I have a few scenarios coming soon, so look forward to those.


 Earbuds dangling from your ears, you swung your arms back and forth as you continued the usual commute to your school. Groups of teenagers ran past, laughing loudly as their uniforms ruffled in the wind. Your gaze strayed from the lively students to look down at the road. You tended to be quiet, so nobody bothered looking your way as you muddled forward.

 Suddenly, you bumped into a solid figure. The pure shock of it caused you to drop your phone, which in turn caused you to hurriedly scramble to check that the screen was not broken. As you looked up to apologize to the person you ran into, your gazes connected and he gave you a shy smile.

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Badminton Player Mark

Request: I was hoping you can write a badmintonplayer! mark or something where you and him are friends and have p.e together and play badminton but you suck so he teaches you? fluff + maybe a confession ?

A/N: i can relate to this because i can’t play badminton at all and mark loves badminton so-

  • i hope you don’t mind me writing it in this format!!
  • but if you want a scenario regarding this au , then do request again!
  • it’s been long since i actually wrote about mark omg
  • okay let’s go hehe

  • so he was that one really active kid in class who seems to do well in every sport like??

  • and no surprise, he was in the school badminton team
  • how is this even possible
  • it was none other than mark
  • y'all were friends and had talked a few times before, but because of his shining popularity in school and class, you refrained from being too close to him
  • that didn’t stop you from developing a small tiny crush on him though, you couldn’t stop yourself
  • so one day during pe (physical education) lesson, the teacher had suggested playing badminton
  • and everyone in the class had to find a partner
  • your friend wasn’t in school that day and coincidentally, haechan didn’t come too
  • which meant that you and mark had no other choice but to partner up
  • which made you blush like mad
  • but you somehow felt bad because he was the ace in the badminton team while the last time you actually played a badminton game was a few months (or even years) back
  • kind mark helped you get the badminton racket and shuttlecock, offering them to you with a sweet smile
  • which made your heart melt
  • his shirt was tucked out and he was wearing a pair of black shorts, his blonde hair combed messily to the sides
  • this look made your heart melt even more, but you tried to ignore it and concentrate on the game
  • “you serve first!”
  • “o-oh okay sure”
  • but your nervous arms and hands missed the shuttlecock and it just fell infront of you
  • cause mark to laugh and run over to you, patting your head
  • “it’s okay, i was like that too!”
  • and you’re just there with your cheeks flushed like,,, he just touched my head omg??
  • the next thing you know, his arms are around yours, as he shows you to perfect posture to serve and hit the shuttlecock
  • and he also shares some tips and techniques he uses
  • as you just stand there, letting his arms guide you, trying your best not to faint from the closeness between you two
  • and being the clumsy person you are, you accidentally tripped over his leg, which caused the both of you to fall flat onto the ground
  • you’re on top of him with your eyes closed
  • “uhh… Y/N, you can get up now”
  • “oh my god, i’m so so sorry! i didn’t mean to do that i’m-”
  • “it’s okay haha! im glad you’re fine!”
  • and all the other girls saw that happening and gave you a death glare
  • you thought nothing of it and just let the matter pass
  • except that your heart was still beating like crazy
  • and pe lessom finally came to an end
  • and like always, mark had volunteered to help keep all the equipment
  • and while he was gone, you were just meddling with your phone, minding your own business
  • until one of the girls came out to you and became all whiny/unreasonable
  • “what are you trying to do to mark”
  • “nothing?? i just tripped and fell?”
  • “yeah of course, you were this close to kissing him, are you sure you have no other intentions?”
  • “woah- what… i think you misunderstood me-”
  • “y/n let’s go, i don’t think we should carry on this unnecessary arguement”
  • “mark i-”
  • and he pulls you away
  • then gives you the most apologetic and sincere smile ever
  • “i’m so sorry you had to went through that, i don’t know what is with her-”
  • “probably one of your admirers huh?”
  • “… haha i guess so, but you’re fine right?”
  • “of course. you’re literally a celebrity here, how do you even deal with them”
  • “i don’t really get too bothered by them honestly, they probably only like me for my looks and good results sigh”
  • “not me though”
  • “what…?”
  • “oh- i mean, i like and admire you as a person and i know you’re more than all that… this probably sounds weird haha”
  • “oh… no, thank you”
  • “and, i have always been attracted to you and i just get so happy when i talk to you, like now haha”
  • and you see his cheeks turn bright red as he rubs the back of his neck nervously
  • and your heart just softens again
  • “really? okay being honest here since we’re on this topic, but i kind of have a small crush on you?”
  • mark blushes even more and is too shy to even look at you
  • then he laughs awkwardly
  • “not gonna lie, i like you too”
  • and the both of you are just blushing in madness outside the gym room
  • until you spot a teacher approaching y'all
  • “we got too caught up in the conversation we’re 15 minutes late for math class oh my god”
  • “oh shit, i think we better run now”
  • and he grabs your hand and sprints off to the classroom together with you
  • okay sorry this is such a cliche scenario sjsmd,, i tried omg
No tengo miedo de apostarte, perderte si me da pavor.

Well this is a new thing I’ve been working on, hope u like and my ask is open for any comment and suggestion well intended ♥ 

Because we all need an au about our ot3+ot3, especially my beautiful squad @strawberriesindenial 

Simon and Luna are stepbrothers and just arrived from Mexico to Argentina, they inmediatly friend Nina, but the power trio of the school gets really interested in this new squad.  


A new country, a new school and a new life can be hard, and most for a teenager, but the things gets a little better when you have a stepbrother/bestfriend to help you to go throught all those changes, that is the case of Luna Valente and Simon Alvarez. 

They are both from Mexico, her mother and his dad got married when she was 7 and he was 8, and since then they have been inseparable, and now that his dad got and increible job offer in Argentina they had to move there to finish school. 

-It is one of the best schools in the continent, coming out from there would garantize you an entrance to a good university -Her mother was rambling while they were eating their breakfast 

-Yes mom, you have told us that, like a hundred times since we knew we were coming -Luna told her amused by her mother worry

-I know, it’s just -Monica sighed-  I just… don’t want you to feel bad about all these changes -She looked really worried 

-Hey, Monica, don’t, we are going to be fine -Simón said giving her a reconforting smile 

-Simon is right mom, as long as we stay together everythng will be fine -She said smiling widely and Monica couldn’t help but go to hug her children, other children would be complaining about how they had to let their friends, their teachers, Simon’s band, but they accepted the fact of moving out almost inmediatly even with a little excitement.

-Are you doing a group hug without me? -Miguel said leading into the kitchen to join their hug. 

-Okay, I love our love, but Luna and I are going late to the first day of school -Simon said causing that the hug break. 


The school was definitely bigger that their last one in Mexico, way too big for Luna’s taste.

-Did you bring the map dad gave us? -Simon asked to Luna who was seeing the building shocked 

-Yes I did, I am sure I am going to need it -She said with open mouth 

-I can walk you there -Simon offered himself

-No, I can go by myself, you need to go and look for your classroom too, won’t be any help if we both are late -Luna denied looking at the paper where she had her schedule 

-You sure? -He asked looking her worried, he knew how good Luna was at getting lost 

-Yeah, yeah, we’ll see us at the door in the break -She said without even looking at him and started to walk without taking her eyes out of the map her stepdad gave her, she was determinated to find her classroom by herself and she was sure she was going on the right way then suddenly she felt how she bumpet into something, better said someone, and she felt a pair of arms holding her avoiding that she fell into the ground.

-Wow, there are other ways to have my attention that trying to tackled me, you know? -The guy holding her said with a raspy boy that made her shriver, she stayed looking at his eyes, lost in them, she never thought that brown eyes could be that hypnotizing, but then she realized how close she was to him, a total strange.

-I…i am sorry. I was just trying to find my classroom -Luna said stuttering 

-And where is this piccolina heading for? -He asked smiling taking the schedule she had in one of her hands -You need to go to the opposite side, turn left and the third room it is -He said confident handing her schedule again 

-Th..thanks -She said still nervous -Ho…how did you called me? Piccolo? 

-That is from an anime I think -Ha said laughing while scratching his head with a finger -I called you piccolina, fits you, I am Matteo by the way -He said leaning to kiss her cheek but she inmediatly pushed his face with one hand amused

-And what does that piccolina thing means? -She asked smiling while he stood up straight again smirking at her rejection 

-You are going to have to find it out by yourself, piccolina -He said approaching teasingly -Are you going to tell me your name? -Then the bell rang telling them that it was time to go to their classes 

-You are going to have to find it out by yourself, snob -She said winking an eye at him and walking at the direction he indicated her minutes before 

She made it just seconds before the teacher walked in, she roammed the whole room with her eyes and sat in the closest chair that was empty, next to a girl with big glasses that was lost in her book. 


Simón arrived to the classroom he had assigned and went to the only table that was completely empty, the other empty sit was next to a guy but he prefer to have a sit on his own that day, a couple of minutes after a blonde girl stood in front of him.

-That is my sit -Was the only thing the blonde one said 

-Then sit -Simon said without a blink pointing at the chair next to him, she opened her eyes like if someone has said the worst thing to her 

-You don’t get it, I sit alone, you can’t sit with me -She stated all serious, and that made Simon let a loud laugh out 

-Are you being serious? Is this a teen movie and you are the mean girl or is this just a joke? -Simon said laughing still 

-This is not a joke at all and I want my sit -She said getting to loud, at this point every body in the classroom was looking at them 

-Ambar that is the only sit left, you know this is Matteo ‘s, so why don’t you calm and just sit -The guy that was sitting next to them with the other empty chair said to the girl 

-That is not my problem Gastón, I need to sit -Ambar said mad at the guy and he just put his hands up in sign of surrender 

-Then sit down right there miss Smith -The teacher that was just entering the classroom said forcing Ambar to sit next to Simón, she was frowning very mad but Simón instead was looking at her with the biggest smile amused of the whole situation, how is possible that after all she said he was still smiling, Ambar was sure she was going to hate that guy, but Simon was sure he would never let anyone to ruin his mood -Are you a new student? -The teacher asked to Simon 

-Yes, I am Simón Alvarez -He said smiling big, why does he smile so bright? Ambar asked to herself, it was driving her crazy 

-And new in the country as I can see for your accent -The teacher asked back and Simón just nodded in answer

-Well, welcome to the school as in out country, hope Miss Smith did a proper warm welcome to you -Te teacher pointed out sarcastic and Ambar just faked a smile to her 

-She did a splendid  job -He said teasing her, but then a guy rushed in the door dragging all the attention to him

-Mister Balsano, you are late -The teacher stated crossing her arms around her chest 

-I am sorry, but I found a new girl that needed help finding her classroom and I just couldn’t let her get lost on her first day, I had to help her, it’s my nature, help the need -The guy said smirking standing on the door looking at the teacher 

-Yes Mister Balsano, always so nice of you helping girls, just sit down, I am about to start the class -The teacher said and the guy just rushed sitting next to Gaston, the guy who just tried to help Simón from Ambar. 

His last year in school seemed interesting, at least, Simon thought. 

10 Things I hate about you -Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by kalifornia---dreaming

Request: Can I request a stiles stilinski x reader where he breaks up with you for some reason and in class you have to read a poem and the reader reads the poem from 10 things I hate about you and than a fluffy ending please. The poem is so cute and I ❤ it..

Pairing: Female reader x Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 1,715

Warnings: Mention of loss of parent (Mom and dad), breakup, reader feeling useless and sad, slight spoiler from the first episode of season 6

A/N: I love this movie so much! Thanks for requesting :) Feedback is always appreciated <3

Disclaimer: I don’t own the poem in the end, all rights go to the creators of “10 things I hate about you”! 


“Come on pick up” Y/N muttered, pacing around her room with her phone pressed to her ear. Stiles was supposed to have been here two hours ago, but still there hadn’t been any signs of him. Y/N was beginning to worry about him, lately he had been convinced that every bad thing happening in Beacon Hills was related to the supernatural. This meant that he was out most nights, trying to prove his theory with either Scott or Lydia by his side. 

What upset her the most was the promises he made. Things like I’ll be there, I won’t be late or I won’t forget was things she heard often now and that she had stopped believing in. Because he was late, he forgot and sometimes he didn’t even show up. 

She wanted to believe it would pass, that her boyfriend would realize what he was doing and how it affected their relationship. But she knew she had to take the matter in her own hands.

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the outsiders headcannons

hey!! so i decided to just finish up my whole list of headcannons and put all of them here. there also may be a few that i had forgotten on previous lists. i hope ya like ‘em!

ponyboy headcannons:

• ponyboy sleepwalks and he once sleepwalked into a street and was almost hit by a car

• ponyboy graduated top of his track team in high school

• ponyboy was a massive mama’s boy

• ponyboy always slightly admired dallas too, but he tried not to admit it

• ponyboy started going back to church after everything

• ponyboy was put into honors english after turning in that theme

• ponyboy usually never cried until he saw someone else he cared about crying, in which he’d start bawling

• ponyboy loved fireworks in pictures, but couldn’t stand watching them in person because of how loud they were

• ponyboy never grew his hair back out after everything

• ponyboy highlighted all the books he read

• ponyboy never had another friend like johnny

• ponyboy worked in a used book store from the time he was 16 to the time he was 18, and he loved it so much

• ponyboy loved how the sky looked after a storm

• ponyboy loves quotes and always had atleast a dozen pinned to his bulletin board

• ponyboy used to lean on/ put his arm around johnny a lot, and after johnny died ponyboy was even more absent minded than usual, and would go to lean on him and fall because johnny wasn’t there

• ponyboy watched the sunset everyday after johnny and dally died, and would always try to get soda and darry to watch it with him

dallas headcannons:

• dallas wanted to be a painter when he was little

• dallas gets upset when people call him a hoodlum. in the moment, he’ll laugh about it, but when he’s alone and has time to think about it, it gets to him

• dallas watched sunsets when he was a little kid

• when dallas didn’t have anywhere to go, he’d go to the lot with johnny. they’d never talk, just share a cigarette and lay there

• dal hates little kids so much because a little kid ratted him out the first time he was put in jail

• dally was the only person to ever tell johnny he loved him (it was one of those nights in the lot)

• if dally ever has free time, he reads comic books

• dallas likes to pretend he’s the hero in these comics

• dallas sings in the shower (a lot.)

• one time he was showering at the curtis’ house and darry had to tell dallas that everybody could hear him singing in the living room

• his favorite food is pizza, even though he hardly gets to eat it

• dallas loved johnny more than he could express, and when he asked ponyboy how he got out feelings, pony told him to write about them, and dal always found himself late at night trying to write about johnny

• dallas used to throw rocks and other things at cop cars with tim shepard

• right before he died, everything flashed before his eyes, and he thought about ponyboy, and how beat up he would be after everything, and he wanted to stay alive for him

johnny headcannons:

• johnny bit the ends of pencils and straws

• johnny was great with little kids

• johnny thought it was good for a person to cry every once in a while

• johnny really liked school up until 3rd or 4th grade, when his teachers started thinking he was dumb

• johnny was adored by two-bit’s little sister (in my mind she’s only 5 or 6) and whenever he would spend the night on their couch they’d stay up the whole night telling eachother stories

• johnny was kissed by two-bit in the lot one of two-bit’s drunken nights (he thought johnny was a broad he was going out with at the time) and it was johnny’s first kiss

• johnny always had to get ponyboy to help him with his english homework

• johnny wished ponyboy was his brother

• johnny actually doesn’t mind being a greaser, he just doesn’t like being teased for it.

• johnny’s full name is jonathan, and his parents call him by that all the time, which made johnny hate it, and the gang used to tease him for it before they knew what his parents did to him

• johnny once saw a little kid on the street crying because he’d dropped his ice cream, and used his cigarette money to buy the kid a new ice cream cone. he was mooching cigarettes off dallas the rest of the week.

• johnny once sat down in the lot and cried after getting a beating from his dad because pony nor dally was there and he felt completely alone

sodapop headcannons:

• soda’s obsession with horses started when he was 4 or 5 years old and saw a horse race on tv

• soda loved dr. seuss (hence why his food was colorful all the time)

• two-bit suggested the name mickey mouse for soda’s horse, and soda kept it

• soda used to try and cook normally, but when he realized he sucked at it, he started to do all the crazy stuff with his food

• soda was taught how to drive by steve and almost killed them both in the process

• soda set the microwave on fire once when he was 12 because he put something in for one hour instead of one minute

• soda was thoroughly confused the first time he found out he was named after a drink (mrs. curtis asked mr. curtis to pass her a soda, in which soda leaped into mrs. curtis arms, thus her having to explain what the drink was)

• soda doesn’t really think he’s dumb, he’s just sort of brainwashed into thinking he is because of the ‘dropout’ title

• when darry was 6 and soda was 2, he wandered into darry’s room asking for a bedtime story. when mr. and mrs. curtis awoke, the two were snuggled up in darry’s bed

darry headcannons:

• darry cried when ponyboy graduated from college

• darry loves the winter

• darry drinks too much coffee

• darry always thought it was his fault that johnny and dallas died because he hit ponyboy which caused him to run away and he constantly feels guilty about it

• darry took a lot of pictures of the gang, it was important to him

• darry wasn’t interested in being a greaser, nor a soc, instead he longed to be middle class

• darry used to attend movies quite frequently before their parents died

• darry was really protective over the gang, and would always plead for johnny to move in with them when nobody else from the gang was around, but Johnny refused everytime due to him knowing that they couldn’t afford it

• dallas was darry’s best friend in the gang, and they would talk about things a lot before he died

• darry’s a busy body, he always has to be doing something

• darry loves to read too, but he never has time. if he ever gets a day off from work, he spends the whole day reading.

• when darry was 10, soda was 6, and ponyboy was 4, they got lost from their parents in the grocery store. soda was enjoying it, and knocking things off the shelves, as darry aimlessly attempted to find their parents, with ponyboy asking ever two seconds “darry, are we gonna die?”

two-bit headcannons:

• two-bit’s a cat person

• two-bit tried to legally change his name to two-bit when he turned eighteen, but he didn’t because it cost too much money

• two-bit will do anything to make his mom and his kid sister happy

• two-bit always suggested that the gang had a mascot and that it was mickey mouse (as a joke, obviously)

• two-bit originally had no interest in mickey mouse whatsoever, but one day when his kid sister asked him to watch it with him he actually ended up liking it

• two-bit worked at a dairy queen for about a week before he got fired for goofing off too often

• two-bit tried to beat up johnny’s dad once, but it resulted in him having a black eye and a swollen lip

• two-bit was very intelligent in history, and could tell you pretty much any fact you needed to know

• two-bit knew how to play guitar

steve headcannons:

• the deaths of dallas and johnnycake hit him harder than anyone else

• steve owns a rather large record collection

• steve was taught how to drive by his uncle when he was twelve

• steve didn’t like soda when he first met him

• evie is steve’s first serious girlfriend

• steve believed in aliens and would get into long debates with members of the gang about how “they were real”

• steve and ponyboy actually got quite close as ponyboy got older

• steve always avoided questions about what he wanted to be when he got older

(i hope you liked these !!!)

highest-quality-of-trash  asked:

may i have a fluffy cat boy! hoshi scenario where s/o attends a cat boy! highschool and has to take care of him ? ( pls pls make hoshi behave like a child despite being his age !! <3 )

- you look up at the iron gates in front of you and take a deep breath
- today was going to be your first day attending your new school after your move
- you live pretty far away so instead of travelling two hours back and forth every day you decided to rent a dorm room
- you were excited to become friends with your roommate but apparently they transferred schools so now you have the dorm room all to yourself what LUCK
- (the rent was a little more expensive though)
- anyways you walk into the school and after receiving your keys and room number, you walk up the stairs and down the hall to look for your room
- you find it and enter your room and the first thing you do is jump on your new bed and since there are two you jump on the other one also lmao
- you’re just so excited to start fresh and meet new people and learn new things IT’S SO EXCITING
- the next day, you pack up all your textbooks and get ready to attend your first class which is math
- on your way there, you notice the cutest boy EVER and he’s wearing a baseball cap and just looking out the window with a far-away look in his eyes and you’re like am i in a movie because???
- because you were staring at him, you didn’t see where you were going and you accidentally bumped into someone, causing all the books in your hand to fall
- the person was in a big rush so they apologized to you for making your books fall before sprinting to the other end of the hall
- while picking up your books, someone also kneels down to help you pick your things up and when you look you, it’s the cute boy!!
- for a second you just look at him then at the books lying on the floor and you’re like….. ok yeah i’m in a movie
- after picking up your things you thank him and he just grins at you and you’re like omg those 10:10 eyes i’m going to die
- you tell him you have to get to class and he says “oh alright!! i’ll see you around then”
- you walk all the way to class and the entire time you’re just thinking about that cute boy you met
- after class you quickly get to your next one and quietly take a seat in the back while everyone’s talking amongst themselves
- you feel kind of lonely tbh because everyone knows each other already and you’re just “the new kid”
- you know you shouldn’t be feeling this way because it’s FIRST day of many but still…..
- all of a sudden, someone sits in the desk next to you and when you look to see who it is you realize it’s the cute boy from earlier!!
- he says “hey it’s you again!! what a coincidence” with a grin and you can’t help but smile back because he’s so kind and friendly
- you say “oh hi!! it’s nice seeing you again”
- the teacher then enters class and everyone scrambles to their seats
- the teacher calls out the names for attendance and at your name they obviously say that you’re a new student and they welcome you to the school
- then they get to the boy next to you and you find out his name is kwon soonyoung
- class passes by in a blur and you’re packing up your things to leave for lunch
- soonyoung then goes up to you and asks “hey do you maybe want to eat lunch together??”
- you’re surprised at first but then you shyly nod and he says “follow me i know a great spot!!”
- and that’s when you end up on the roof of the school
- you’re both eating lunch there together and soonyoung talks so much and he’s so sweet and you’re so happy because you actually made a new friend!!
- after lunch, you tell him “soonyoung….. thanks for being so nice to me”
- and he just smiles and says “hoshi. you can call me hoshi.”
- the days go on and you become really good friends with hoshi. it’s crazy really because it happened so fast but you’re not complaining at all
- when you have class together, you both always sit next to each other and make jokes and laugh
- hoshi’s just so fun to have around
- one day while hanging out on the roof with soonyoung after school you’re just staring at him while he admires the view and you realize…. that he never takes off his baseball cap
- he wears it all the time
- you ask “hey hoshi…. i just wanted to know…. why do you always wear that hat??”
- and hoshi just freezes
- he looks up at you and with a serious face says “….can i trust you?”
- you’re a bit confused but you nod your head and say “yes you can”
- hoshi grabs his hat’s visor and slowly lifts it up……
- and two cat ears pop up from underneath
- your eyes widen and nothing comes out of your mouth as you stare at the little black ears on top of his head
- “you’re a….. cat boy??”
- and hoshi nods his head “crazy right?”
- you move closer to him and lift your arms up asking “can i….?” and he nods and lowers his head so that you can see for yourself that they’re real
- you tug on his cat ears and smile because they’re so soft
- “please don’t tell anyone, they’ll all think i’m a freak” he tells you with a desperate look on his face
- you smile “don’t worry. your secret’s safe with me”
- before you two know it, it’s already time to head back to the dorms
- he walks you to your dorm but you notice that he has on a sad look on his face and you’re like “hoshi is there something wrong??”
- he says “i don’t know how much longer i can hide my ears from my roommate…. i mean they’re already suspicious as to why i wear a baseball cap to sleep….”
- and you just look into your room and you’re like ok hoshi i know that’s your way of indirectly telling me to let you stay with me lmao
- you tell him “my roommate transferred schools so….. i guess you could spend the night here….”
- and hoshi’s face literally lights up and he sprints into your room
- you lock your door and when you get to the bedroom you see hoshi jumping on the beds like he’s jumping on both of them back and forth
- you’re like “HOSHI WHAT ARE YOU DOING” but that doesn’t stop him and he just keeps on going
- hoshi ends up staying in your room every night and he only goes to his to pick up his textbooks and change into new clothes
- his roommate doesn’t really care, they’re kind of relieved tbh because hoshi’s always so loud and hyper
- now with him staying with you they can actually get some studying done and they personally even thanked you for being so kind
- you were like umm for what??
- so basically you spend your days with hoshi and you help him keep his secret
- he’s completely normal in front of your classmates and teachers but when it’s just you two…..
- he loves to snuggle
- sometimes you’re just lying in bed watching some videos and he crawls over to you and starts nuzzling against you and you’re like HOSHI STOP
- his cat instincts kick in whenever like sometimes you enter your room after leaving to get some food from a nearby convenience store and he’s just lying around the place or playing with the sleeve of your sweater that’s hanging off the desk
- he makes cat puns. don’t tell me you didn’t see this one coming
- “you’ve got to be kitten me” “stop” “or should i say… pawsome” “GET OUT”
- he’s always asking you to pet him on the head and he purrs under your touch
- he jumps around all the time he’s too hard to control, now you understand what his roommate meant when he said thank you
- he likes being fed by you and you’re honestly like really. how old are you hoshi
- he likes pulling pranks on you because apparently your reactions are really funny
- sometimes you get back after asking the teacher a quick question and then there’s a broken lamp on the floor next to an innocent-looking hoshi
- when you scold him for it and he just pouts and apologizes and you’re like “wow. stop being cute i’m supposed to be angry at you right now”
- you buy him a bunch of new hats because his current one’s getting pretty old so now he has baseball caps, beanies and bonnets
- when his hat gets knocked off by the wind, you’re always ready to take your jacket and throw it over his head so that no one sees his ears
- while you’re both under the jacket, everyone just passes by like oookay we see what’s happening
- it stays like this until you both manage to get his hat back from the ground
- one time while you two were under the jacket, someone accidentally pushed hoshi causing him to BUMP NOSES WITH YOU
- which is basically KISSING YOU (in the cat world)
- he got so flustered and he couldn’t look you in the eye the rest of the day
- basically you’re happy you met hoshi because he brought so much excitement in your life after moving there
- and hoshi is just glad to have found someone he could share his secret with and he’s thankful that you love him despite him being a catboy

sorry this took a while!! it’s my first time writing a cat!boy au ^^; thank you for your request!!

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Requested by - Sorana4288 (First request)

Request- ‘ Pleeeeease part two. Idk maybe the teens in the school ship the reader with someone but they’re not dating and a lot of cute fluff. but they can be shipped with a fadom person maybe Omg I can’t choose……maybe peeta because people on the bus probably saw them talking and they just assumed that they will be cute together 😊 ’ 

A/N- I hope this one turns out okay :) 

Warnings- Fluff 

Ship name -  (Y/eta

Last name - (Y/l/n)


Life couldn’t have gotten better with your new friends, you have been hanging around then for 8 months now and you loved it! It was just you weren’t really fond of them seeing you as a little, you were hoping of them to see you more as a, what do you call it, boyfriend. Yeah did sound selfish, but you loved all of them you just wanted to kiss all there pretty faces, but sadly you weren’t the person behind the computer screen anymore, knowing that Kira had a crazy crush on Scott, or if Peter was lying to Henry. But you didn’t mind not knowing, but sometimes you kinda wished that you could, just for a second.


“Hey, (Y/n).” Stiles called warping you in a friendly friendly hug. “So, I’ve heard rumors, about you and Peeta being top ship of the month.” Stiles says. You were currently sitting in class waiting for the teacher to come back into the room. 

“Ship of the what?” You ask looking up at Stiles confused. Who was looking down at you leaning on your table.

“Ship of the month.” You hear Scott perk up from next to you. “It’s a thing were they ship the two cutest people in the school together. You and Peeta are shipped together.” Scott says looking at you slightly annoyed about the fact it was Peeta. 

“That’s a thing?” You frown confused as they both nod. 

“It’s been going on since we got here.” Stiles says rolling his eyes. “Remember when I was shipped with Imogen.” He says licking his dry lips. You think for a second. 

“Oh you mean miss popular, Imogen Day?” You ask not completely sure. He nod his head quickly. 

“The one who kissed me for the homework to be done.” Stiles says feeling grossed out remembering. 

“Wait why wasn’t I told this?” You say tilting your head to the side slightly. 

“Because you never bought it up.” Stiles shrugged and you rolled your eyes shaking your head.

“Anyway, about the (Y/eta ship?” Scott butts in bring up the subject.

“Wow (Y/eta?” You asked surprised. “That’s pretty good.” I mumble forgetting Scott was listing. 

“Hey.” He says making us look at him. “How did the ship start?” Scott ask grabbing the chair tightly. 

“I don’t know. But maybe on the bus, we always sit on the bus together.” You mumble making Scott frown. “Anyway how did you guys find out?” You ask sitting up more proper seating position. 

“A girl came up to me and asked if I was Peeta.” Stiles says rolling his eyes. “There were new kids in the school.” He says nodding slightly. You giggle slightly picking up your blue pen spinning it on your fingers. The bell goes off making everyone stand to there feet packing up there things. 

“See you guys at lunch.” You say walking out of the class room walking into art class. 


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You walk in seeing a lot of the people in the class already but no teacher you see Peter sitting in the corner drawing on a almost empty table. You smile and walk over to him with out him looking up at you he smirks slightly.

“(Y/n).” He says as you sit down. “Thought it was you.” He says tapping his pencil on the table. 

“You thought?” You say acting shocked. “I thought Peter knew all.” You smirk nudging him.

“Of cause I knew it was you, you put to much perfume on, again.” He smirks looking at you. “So you and Peeta dating now?” He asked shifting in his seat you sigh. 

“No, me and Peeta aren’t dating, is it because of the popular ship?” You ask running your fingers through your hair. 

He chuckles slightly raising an eyebrow. “Yes, but why so stressed?” He ask crossing his arms placing it on the table looking at you seeing how your emotions changed. 

“I’m not.” You say shaking your head smiling slightly. “Just don’t understand why people want me and Peeta to be a ship.” I sigh stretching. 

He nods slightly and looks around the room. “You want to ditch?” He ask looking around the room then looking back at you waiting for an answer. 

You ‘Sush’ him. “Someone will hear you.” You hiss looking around. 

“Come on, no one will notice.” He smirks. “We’ll just say we’ll look for the teacher, then leave.” He smirks. “I know you want to, just miss one class, wouldn’t hurt, plus it’s only art.” He smirks. 

You scrunch up your noise licking your lips putting your hand flat out on the table. “I’m not sur-” You were cut off when he places one oh his hands on yours. 

“Come on.” He smirks seeing your face go red. You groan softly. 

“Fine, fine.” You mumble picking your bag up which was next to you on the floor, throwing all your stuff in the bag. He smirks. 

“Good choosing, love.” He smirks. It wasn’t that you had a large crush on Peter and that’s why you blushed, it was just if any of them toughed you like that it brakes your wall and you listen to them, it was just that you weren’t to people holding your hand and you would be flushed and all of them knew how to break your wall. You stand up quickly but sit back down when the teacher walks back in seeing you about to leave.

“Miss (Y/l/n).” She hisses her long red curly hair swifted left to right. “Leaving?” She asked raising an eyebrow. You look at Peter and noticed that he wasn’t there and in fact he was leaving with out you. You opened your mouth slightly glaring at him as he walked out the door winking at you.

‘This was his plan.’ You thought clenching your teeth.

“Explain now.” She says walking to you. 

“I-I, was going to look for you Miss, you know I would never leave, I wound be in big trouble.” You lie gulping. She roll her eyes.

“Sit down.” She commands. You don’t object and sit down quickly. “And we will have a talk after school.” She says 


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“That no good, stupid friend!” You yell slamming your tray filled with food on it onto the table with Draco, Scott, Stiles, Theo and Peeta. 

“Who?” Newt asked walking up from behind sitting down.

“Peter!” You yell slumping down onto the table. “My art teacher is going to kill me.” You groan rubbing your race into your palms harshly. Peeta rubs your back softly. 

“Come on it’s Peter, his a joker.” Peeta says patting your back bring you into his chest trying to calm you down. 

“Still, I might have after school with her.” You grown huffing. You felt Peeta take a deep breath his chest raising and falling you blush noticing how close you guys were. You pull away coughing slightly. “But if I see his stupid little face I’ll kill hi-”

“Sorry, love?” You hear Peter’s voice from behind making you jump slightly turning to face his way. 

“Peter~” You say sweetly. “We were just talking about you, all good things.” You force a kind smile which made Peter roll his eyes and sit down next to Theo. 

“Of cause you were.” He says as you growl grabbing your plastic fork and stabbing it repeatedly in the salad looking straight at Peter.


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It was the end of school (Well 1 hours over school finished) after you finished after school talk with your art teacher. You sigh walking out of the school door and seeing Peeta standing there smiling slightly. 

“Peeta?” You laugh slightly happy to see him there. You quickly run to him and hug him. “I thought I might of had to walk home by myself.” You sigh as he hugs you back quickly. 

“Yeah, I didn’t want you to be alone so I stayed back, it wasn’t that long.” He chuckled. 

“You didn’t have to, honestly.” You smile looking up at him. 

“You’re right.” He said. “But I did.” He says wrapping you into a friendly side hug. 

“You walking me home?” I ask and he nods. 

“Yeah, we can or wait for the bus which will be here in 10 mins.” He says shrugging. 

“Lets just walk.” You say smiling walking next to Peeta his arm still wrapped around your shoulder. 


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“Peeta no!” You squeal as Peeta tried to pour his bottle of water over you. 

“You said you were hot, I need to cool you down.” He laughs and you do to running off ahead. 

“Please put it away.” You say laughing and his lets out one last laugh then putting it in his bag. 

“There.” He says putting his hands up giving in. “Happy?” He asked smirking at you. You smile and nod walking back to him. 

“Yes, thank you.” You sigh.

“He get on my back?” He ask as you turn around looking at him. 

“Really?” You let out one laugh. “No joke?” You ask and he nods.

“Yeah come on.” He says crouching down. You smile and quickly get behind him jumping on his back. 

He picks you up easily and starts running. “Oh my god Peeta! You’re going to fast!” You squeal hugging him tighter. 

“Really didn’t know.” He laughed and before you knew it he stopped in is tracks looking around. “I think we went past your house.” He laughs turning around walking back to the house and placing you down at the front of your house. 

“Thanks for walking me home.” You smile looking up at him as he smiled down at you. 

“Of cause, no problem.” He says winking, making you blush slightly. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask making sure he was going to school.

“I’m always at school.” He smirks and nods. “Yes you will.” He smiles widens. 

“Bye Peeta.” You smile and kiss his cheek going inside with your face being bright pink, as well as Peeta’s face.

1,001 AU PROMPTS

Seriously. One thousand and one. Compiled and edited by yours truly (sarahbellcastiel). All credit goes to whoever made them up in the first place. Please give me creds for compiling all this, though. Enjoy!!! (Also, because I’m a lazy little shit, its all in one post)

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