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|| 20/07/17 - 🎶 Ko Ko Bop 🎶 (is my current jam) ||

So this is how my spread for the week looks so far and it’s really not as busy as it looks, but I’m a lover for a full spread!

On a side note because I have too much time since it’s the beginning of the holidays. I actually ended up collecting materials to create my own traveler’s notebooks/fauxdori. So expect pictures of it when I’ve finished.

Coffee-Flavoured Career

apologies if I didn’t quite capture hyungsik’s personality, I’m unfamiliar with his work (but still tried my best!)

Pairing: Park Hyungsik x Y/N
Genre: Smut
Length: 995 words
Warning(s): blowjobs

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

“Sir?” you called from outside the CEO’s office door. You sighed to yourself as you awaited the answer, tired of always being told to make the tea and coffee for your colleagues. You’d even ended up in a situation in which you had to go out and buy snacks for your co-workers’ break just last week. However, they say it always starts like this, and you had hope for your career. You weren’t about to give up just yet.

“Come in,” Hyungsik called back eventually, preceded by an awkward cough.

And then you had an idea. Was it risky? Yes. Was it worth the risk for your job? Again, yes. If you could somehow… persuade your boss to give you a little boost in your career position, things could speed up a little for you. You, along with the rest of the office, had already picked up on the CEO’s likeness towards you, and this was a perfect opportunity.

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Lessons to be Learned 2

Oh jeez. I wrote the first two chapters to a new series in one day and I’m so thankful that @alexispoo gave me the idea to this and other future series. So here is Chapter two. Enjoy. Chapter One HERE

Summary: Being in detention isn’t what the reader thought it would be. The situation only gets more intense when Principal AJ interrupts Mr. Ambrose’s lesson.
Warnings: SMUT! LIKE IT’S ALL SMUT! AND AN ITTY BIT OF VOYEURISM!

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CHAPTER TWO

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Teach Me Something New

(A normal AU in which Adam never got out of the public school system, never met Ronan and Gansey, and could never dare to dream of politics and becomes a teacher instead and Ronan didn’t dream up Opal just…got her. IDK)

Ronan is in a scowling mood. He scowls while Opal runs around his legs. He scowls as he buttons a shirt over his tank top and then unbuttons it again so it just hangs open. He scowls as he tries to find a pair of shoes that aren’t caked in mud. He scowls when he realizes his kid still hasn’t changed out of her stained shirt.

“Opal, I told you to go change,” he says, tugging on an old pair of converse that makes him miss lazy school days with Gansey so much a physical ache erupts in his chest.

It’s not that he doesn’t like  where he is in his life right now. He loves it. He loves the Barns. He loves Opal. He loves farmer’s markets most weekends. Hell, he doesn’t even mind fighting with the school system again with Opal. It’s the part of the school system he never had to deal with that’s really getting him going. He loves Opal but he really doesn’t like kids. Any of them. None of her friends. None of her classmates. Not the shrieking brats at the store. Opal is his and he loves her but that was as far as the love for kids went. And, God, the parents. Ronan’s parents had never been really involved in his schooling. He couldn’t even remember that much that warranted their involvement. Maybe private school would be better for Opal. Certainly better for his nerves. He hated the way the other parents looked at him. He hated their snide comments about how young he was and how old, in relation, Opal was. He hated every single one of them and he hated having to do anything that would put him in close proximity to him. So, yes, he was scowling.

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Original Imagine: Imagine telling Coach that you’re pregnant with his child and the two of you end up having sex right there in his office.

Author: Beth

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 967

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight dom/sub

Y/N paced the cramped office, which smelled of gym clothes that had gone for too long without washing. Her husband was presumably occupied with his last class of the day, and she was waiting for the slim chance of having a conversation with him before he headed out to the lacrosse field for practice with the team he coached. Coach Bobby Finstock was nothing if not dedicated. The bell rang sharply through the small office and Y/N jumped. It startled her from her pondering, and she came to a halt, sitting down in his creaky office chair. The springs were beginning to become uncomfortable.

           Bobby’s desk tended to be messy, but it always brought a smile to Y/N’s face when she saw that there was a frame holding a photo of the pair on their wedding day. Her dress was a glowing white against the jewel tones of the garden backdrop, and he had a look of sheer admiration on his face, which was pointed in her direction during this shot. Tears began to well in her eyes and she continued to stare at the picture. Her focus was averted when the door to the office that entered from the hall slammed against the wall. Everything was making her jumpy today, as her nerves were coiled tight within her abdomen.

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Surprise Visit (BillDip)

High school: Bill showing up in human form to visit Dipper in class

((I had so much fun with this haha! Thank you for the prompt!))

Dipper tapped the eraser of his pencil against the faux wood of his desk, staring with vague disinterest at the lecture going on before him. For the last twelve minutes his history teacher, Mrs. Meadows, had been going on some sort of tangent over the “rich, cultured” history of Gravity Falls, Oregon. Not that he didn’t care for the town he called home far more than Piedmont, oh no, it’s just the fact that Meadows had already went over this topic. On more than one occasion.
He snorted softly. Maybe there was someone in this town who was more obsessed with the place than he was.
There was a chorus of groans from the entire class, and it took Dipper a moment to realize that Meadows had ordered for everyone to take out a sheet of paper. He was just flipping to a new sheet of paper in his notebook (the last had been plagued with boredom-bred doodles, and was filled with a generous amount of a certain dream demon in all his triangular glory) when there was a knock at the door. Meadows looked up from her desk, eyebrows raised. Dipper himself didn’t even look up until he heard an all-too-familiar voice.
“Hello, ma'am, I’m sorry to interrupt, but this was the class I was told Pin- Dipper Pines was in. Is he here?”
Dipper’s head shot up, pencil dropping from his hand and rolling down onto the floor as he gazed at the man in the doorway, his duel-toned hair shimmering in the bright fluorescent lighting. Bill caught his stare within the second, a grin stretching from ear to ear. Dipper swallowed nervously.
Meadows nodded, motioning towards the male twin. “Do you need to pull him out?”
“That sounds delightful.” Bill gave a grin, and Dipper thanked whatever god was above nobody snickered at the obvious comment, or if they noticed, they didn’t say anything. With a motion of the hand, Dipper rose, following the demon outside the classroom.
“What’s wrong?” Dipper rubbed his arms nervously, hoping he didn’t look too nervous about being alone in a public building with his demon boyfriend. Bill turned toward him, a lazy smile across his cheeks.
“Oh, nothing much. I just wanted I see my wonderful, intelligent boyfriend.”
“What did you break?” Dipper sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Bill made a noise of offense.
“You think so low of me, Pine Tree,” he bemoaned, “Why, I broke nary a thing. I meant what I said. Now, let’s go on an adventure in the forest; I’m bored.”
“You dragged me out of class just to relieve your boredom?” Dipper was fully prepared to unleash a string of obscenities at the man before him, but slammed his mouth shut. He looked at the door behind him, thinking about the lecture that was likely continuing as they spoke. And well, Hell, it was the last period of the day…
“Bill Cipher, you’re gonna be the death of me one day,” Dipper bit his lip, then leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to a dark cheek. “Alright, let’s go before I change my mind.”
Bill could’ve squealed in delight as he wrapped his arms around his Pine Tree’s neck and peppered his face with grateful kisses. “Oh, wonderful! I’ve got the perfect place to show you, too!”
Dipper laughed as they dashed out of the building, arm in arm, as Bill babbled on about caves and glowing mushrooms and hot springs. Sometimes, Dipper decided, he really did love his quirky demon boyfriend.

PROMPT GIVEN BY: Irl-stan-pines