he's too adorable to handle


how to be a very cute little duckling as performed by kim namjoon


“Embrace the glorious mess that you are.” (Elizabeth Gilbert)

BONUS: Whiny Heechul in red.

Ardent Apparating

Request: “Hello love idk if you are still taking requests but can you do one where the reader is at the top of her class but struggles with one subject, and Remus tutors her?”

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

A/n: I tried to stray away from the whole norm of “studying in the library for an exam” type of thing since it’s a little overdone. Hope you guys like it! x

The medical wing was buzzing after the first lesson of Aparition, with nurses in the best-case scenario simply sending students off with band-aids on their cuts, and the worst case being one student who had lost a leg and was getting it reattached. Some had also lost the stomach for the twelve-week course, and although you lay in bed with your pinky freshly stitched, you were determined to pass. It was a difficult course indeed, with many dropping out or not even bothering to attempt. But you had a strong mind, and an even stronger will. You’d get through it. All you needed was a little guidance.

As an effort to bring a lighter tone to the afternoon, the Headmaster had implored a lot of the prefects to hang around the hospital ward, seeing if they could assist in any way. A fair few had gathered around the boy who had lost his leg, and they got him laughing in no time.

“See, nothing to worry about. Good as new.” You overheard their conversation. The prefects were now drawing little doodles on the boy’s gauze to cheer him up.

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part 2 of the adorable sport series !! 💕😊

i hope whoever is watching this is having a great day, and if you’re not, then i hope watching this will at least make you smile !!

Just look at this for a minute or two. Just look at all of the details. How Tom smiles at her with such fondness. How he lightly hugs her as though scared to scare or break her. How he lightly grabs her hand as though she were a princess. How he bends over as though to protect her from the cold wind. Things like this, are what makes you think about how he would treat his own child, a little girl none the less. How much he would purely adore her with every fiber of his being, treat her like the most important princess in all the nine realms. These moments, these amazing moments, are what draw us to him, are what make us adore him so much, are what make us want to love him so fiercely. These types of things are what makes him such a beautiful human being and such a wonderful man.

Wait in Line: Chapter Three - Derek Hale x Reader

As always, thanks to @julieanncupcake!

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Derek’s eyes narrowed as he watched (y/n) talk to Jason, anger spreading through his body as the creep’s eyes continually dropped to her chest whenever she looked away as they waited in the queue. A part of Derek wanted to blame it on the full moon, but he knew that wasn’t it. He was contemplating homicide when Dan snapped him out of his somewhat graphic daydream.

“Why don’t you ask (y/n) out instead of being so protective over her?” Derek had to stop himself from snarling, not understanding how he couldn’t grasp the fact that it wasn’t that simple. A couple of his teammates shared anxious glances as they waited for Derek to respond. They all knew (y/n) was a touchy subject.

“I’m not protective of her” As he spoke, Derek’s eyes drifted towards Alex, making him wince slightly when he noticed the crooked ridge in his nose. Maybe he was a bit protective. Dan scoffed, turning to him with a smirk, he opened his mouth to speak when (y/n) sat down in the seat next to Derek, setting down her tray before turning to them with a bright smile.

“What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing” Derek didn’t realise how loudly he’d spoken until people on the table opposite them started to turn around. He shot (y/n) a wide, painfully forced smile and hoped that she wouldn’t notice his teammates’ poorly concealed laughter.

“Okay?” Amusement shone in her eyes but she didn’t question him.

“So, (y/n/n), are you coming to the game on Friday?” She stared at Dan in surprised, she’d gotten used to the team not really talking to her.

“Uh-yeah, of course, I’m coming” Derek shot Dan a warning glare, knowing exactly where he was going. He wasn’t entirely sure he could keep it together for another twenty minutes before their next lesson.

“Are you going to the after party?” (Y/n) frowned, she wasn’t really a party person, always skipping them so she could hang out with Derek instead. All eyes focused on Derek as his teammates waited for his fuse to blow.

“I-I don’t know” She tried to catch Derek’s eye but he was focusing on the empty plate in front of him. “I guess we could go, right Der?”

His head shot up as he was soothed by the kindness in her eyes. A smile worked its way onto his face as he turned to Dan with raised eyebrows, silently challenging him. “Sure, we’ll be there”

For the rest of lunch, he ignored his teammates, focusing on (y/n) instead. She smacked his hand away when he reached for her chocolate milk but relented when he shot her puppy eyes that she should have been immune to by this point.

Derek downed what remained of the drink, humming in delight as he dropped the empty bottle back onto (y/n)’s tray. He watched as she bit her lip in an attempt to stop herself from smiling.

“What?” She laughed softly before wiping her thumb across the bow of his lip. Derek froze in place, his eyes locked on hers as he tried not to lean into her touch.

(Y/n) wiped her thumb on her jeans, giggling at Derek’s shocked expression. “You had a milk moustache”

Derek nodded dumbly and wondered if he’d be able to focus for the rest of the day.

The week passed far too quickly for Derek’s liking, the dreaded party making him nervous the entire time as he thought of all the stupid, embarrassing things his friends could do to him.

They won the game easily, but it didn’t give Derek the same buzz that it usually did, instead, as he left school with (y/n) he felt on edge. He passed off her worried questions with forced smiles and laughter, his knuckles white from holding the steering wheel as he promised to pick her up in an hour. (Y/n) turned to open her car door before taking his hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly.

“We don’t have to go” Derek rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand, his heart fluttering in his chest.

“It’s fine, we’re going” She worried her lip, her hand hovering on the door handle. “I promise, it’ll be fun”

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment before nodding her head and getting out of the car. When he was sure she was inside, Derek thumped his head against the steering wheel, she’d just given him a way out and he hadn’t taken it. Maybe it was because he knew she’d been looking forward to it all week or maybe it was because his friends would never let him hear the end of it if he didn’t show up. Either way, they were going.

Derek laughed as (y/n) stared at the party with a mixture of amazement and disgust in her eyes. He took her by the hand and led her through to the kitchen, nodding at Dan as a way of greeting while he surveyed the table of drinks in front of them. (Y/n) reached for a jug of coke before Derek pushed her hand away.

“I wouldn’t drink that” She frowned, tilting her head to the side in a way that was far too adorable for Derek to handle. He bent over the jug, wincing slightly when the strong scent of rum burnt his nose. “There’s rum in it”

Her eyes scanned the table before she reached for a jug of orange juice instead, she held it up to his nose, laughing when he turned away.

“I’m guessing that’s a no too” Derek nodded his head, letting himself relax as they searched for a drink that wasn’t spiked.

They stayed in the kitchen for a while, talking to their friends before venturing into the garden. (Y/n) was tucked under Derek’s arm, snuggling into him to avoid getting cold while they watched a very competitive game of beer pong. They laughed along with everyone until Derek was dragged into the game, he turned to (y/n), not sure if she’d want to be left alone but she nodded for him to go ahead with an encouraging smile on her face.

Derek didn’t pull any punches as he played, he spent the game convincing himself that he wasn’t trying hard to impress (y/n), instead he was simply enjoying a bit of silly competition with his teammates. That didn’t stop his stomach dropping when he turned around after winning to find that (y/n) wasn’t there.

Panic flared in his stomach as he pushed through the crowds and tried desperately to hone in on her scent but it was impossible to follow when everywhere reeked of beer and sweaty bodies. His heart was pounding in his chest and he swore it stopped when he finally found her.

(Y/n) was laughing as her friend, Abbie, pulled her into the crowd of dancing, intoxicated teenagers. She seemed to glow in the low lights of the room, everything falling into focus around her. Her face was flushed red as Abbie tried to get her to dance, her movements awkward as she struggled to follow the rhythm of the song.

Derek was stood in the doorway, his feet frozen in place until he watched Jason shove his way through the crowd to get to (y/n). In that moment Derek fully accepted the fact that he was protective of (y/n) and that there was no way in hell he was going to let Jason dance with her, even if it meant breaking his own rules. He rushed through the crowd, mumbling apologies as he went. Just as Jason went to reach for (y/n)’s arm, Derek stood in front of her, taking her hands in his and pulling her against his chest.

She stared at him with wide eyes as she shouted over the music. “What are you doing?”

“Stopping Jason” Derek leant down to whisper in her ear so that she could hear him, having to stop himself from inhaling, knowing that her scent would send him into a daze. Her eyes found Jason in the crowd and she immediately recoiled, pushing herself further into Derek’s arms.

“Thank you” He only nodded his head before he started to move with the beat of the song. (Y/n) smiled at him while she tried to control her blush. They were close enough that she could feel every movement he made. Swallowing her nerves, she brought their entwined hands to her hips before securing Derek’s in place. His eyes shot up to hers but she only smiled before closing her eyes and mimicking his movements.

Derek briefly wondered if he was being punished for something as he fought desperately to control his body and to stop himself from doing something stupid. His fingers flexed on her hips experimentally before he pulled her closer. (Y/n)’s only response was to snake her arms around his neck as she let him guide her movements. Derek couldn’t stop looking at her face, admiring every detail as she relaxed and let him take control.

They stayed wrapped up in each other until the song changed, Derek thought it was over, moving to step away from her so he could go outside and get some much-needed air. But as the next song started (y/n) turned in his arms before leaning back against his chest.

She didn’t know what had come over her but she continually convinced herself that it was only dancing and that it was perfectly normal for best friends to dance together even if the dancing had turned into grinding.

When Derek’s eyes started to flash amber, he knew it was time to stop. He really didn’t need to wolf out because he couldn’t handle dancing with his best friend. Grabbing (y/n)’s hand, he started to lead her through the crowd.

He pulled in a deep breath as soon as they made it out of the front door and willed his heartbeat to slow down. Derek bent over his knees, focusing on the smell of the grass and the flowers outside Dan’s door instead of (y/n)’s intoxicating scent that had invaded his senses.

“Derek, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He weakly nodded his head as (y/n) started to rub his back. She bent down, locking eyes with him and giving him something to anchor himself to. Derek’s heartbeat gradually returned to a normal pace as he straightened his back.

“Thank you”

“Did I do something wrong? You should have told me, I would have stopped” He grabbed her shoulders, effectively cutting off her rambling.

“It wasn’t you, I promise, it was just-everything was so full on in there. I was overwhelmed and I couldn’t focus” Technically it wasn’t a lie, he had been overwhelmed and unable to focus, it just happened to be for different reasons. (Y/n)’s eyes searched his face before she nodded.

“Home?” Derek let his forehead rest against hers and wondered how he’d ever been lucky enough to grow up and become friends with (y/n).

“As long as we don’t watch another Disney movie” (Y/n) pulled away, trying not to laugh as she scoffed in offence.

“Excuse me, what’s wrong with Disney movies?”

“Nothing, apart from the fact that we’ve watched them all a hundred times” They bumped shoulders as they made their way down the street to Derek’s car. He shoved his hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching for hers, not sure he could handle any more physical contact yet.

“Fine, Monsters Inc?” Derek turned to her with a frown. “What? It’s Pixar not Disney”


She thought for a moment, pulling the passenger door open while her eyes followed Derek as he made his way around the other side. “Mission Impossible? It’s not like we’ve watched that a thousand times”

Derek grinned while (y/n) pouted. “I love you”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” She snickered under her breath before turning to him with a soft smile. Derek pulled in a shaky breath as he started the car, he’d told her he loved her more times than he could count but somehow, it felt different this time.

anonymous asked:

I don't know what just happened but I think my ask just got deleted. If not my apologies and just ignore this. Could you do a headcanon of what L would be attracted to physically and personality wise?


- when he is attracted to someone it’s usually a combination of their personality and physical appearance, but more so personality

- that being said he finds people who are slightly smaller or taller than average really catch his eye

- loves big, innocent or sad looking eyes

- he loves the kind of Messy Aesthetic~

- messy hair, casual clothing, minimal make up, he finds it very beautiful

- freckles make him m e l t

- he loves soft whispery voices

- crooked smiles aahhhh

Personality wise:

- dark, sarcastic, deadpan humour is the key to this mans heart

- that and a ‘mom friend’ kind of demeanor

- motherly kinds of people are too adorable for his heart to handle

- he is very drawn to shy people

- someone who is passionate about what they love, it doesn’t matter what it is, it makes him so happy

- he does not like people who are impatient or stubborn (hypocrite)

- optimism is such an adorable trait to him although he sometimes thinks of it to be more so naivety 

- he loves artistic people, he is in constant admiration of them

- blunt. honesty.

- intelligence and quick thinking are such a turn on to him goddamn 

- originality. Someone who is unapologetically themselves gets him so hooked

Say You’ll Haunt Me Pt. 3 (A Kenny Omega Story)

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Originally posted by samizayn

Part three is finally here! This ended up being a lot longer than I intended and changes were made to my original idea so there will be a part four. Thanks again to the amazing @daintymissdevitt for keeping me company during the writing. You’re a godsend. <3

Part 1 - Part 2

Tags: @sammiielli @llowkeys @iloveenzoamore @ang-78 @legitlunatic @fan-fiction-galore @imaginingwwesuperstars @silverrawrs @tooweirdforlifex @darwarsnoam @alexispoo @shadow-of-wonder @mindsetcalamity @amaranthine-reign @omgmissmillie

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Warnings: Slightly rough smut ahead.

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Jungkook High School - AU

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Anonymous said:  Can I request a fluffy highschool au! with Jungkook where he has a giant crush on the noona reader (a grade or two ahead of him) and is always blushing and stuttering around her? Thank you!! Love your blog btw, you’re and amazing writer!!~

AN:  Fluffy Jungkook right here!  I’m not the best at incorporating stuttering into dialogue and I ended up making the reader stutter more than Jungkook did, I’m sorry!  The underlying hint of nervousness for the both of them is present, and I hope you enjoy your Jungkook AU!

Also, I’m not sure if you were looking for multi-chapters, but you get 5 parts :) and I apologize in advance for the eventual angst that will arise…..I am apparently more of an angst fan than I remembered.

Genre:  Fluff, angst in later parts

Pairing:  Jungkook X noona Reader

Summary:  You were Jungkook’s noona classmate and while you were extremely close with his friends Jimin and Taehyung, Jungkook always seemed to keep more to himself.

Originally posted by jiminguk

The morning was beautiful, the weather was still warm and it made wearing the school uniform that much more enjoyable.  The bright sun that still spoke of the whispers of summer ensured that I was content with it being the first day of the new school year.

I walked to school every morning considering that I didn’t live far from the school, along the way I was usually met by my two rambunctious best friends - Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung.  This morning was like most others, the two boys were jostling each other around, running ahead a few feet before remembering that I was with them and then turning back around waving me on.

“Y/N-ah!  Hurry up; you’re being worse than Yoongi when he’s just woken up from his nap.”  Jimin’s words were playful, matching the cheeky grin he had on his face.

I rolled my eyes, Taehyung laughing as the two of them continued to walk ahead of me, their arms bumping every so often.  Yoongi was one of their older friends, don’t ask me how they met exactly because that was something I was still unsure of myself.  Jimin and Taehyung were often times too loud for Yoongi to handle, but he still adored the two of them.  I’d met him on occasion and even harbored a small crush on him considering he was two years older than I was.

This year the three of us were in our last year of high school and it was something I was excited for.  Of course there was the testing to consider - I wasn’t exactly looking forward to finishing the university and college applications either, but it was a necessary evil of being a senior.

I signed up for a few different electives this year and I was looking forward to participating in them.  One of them was an Art class that would be focusing on sketches and sculpting.  I wasn’t the best when it came to sketches of people, but the teacher assured me that there would be plenty of opportunities to sketch objects as well.  It was really the sculpting that I was looking forward to as it was something I’d always found interesting about creating with my hands.

The three of us entered the high school together, splitting up to place our bags in our lockers.  Tae was at the other end of the second floor hallway, while Jimin and I were locker neighbors by the library on the third floor.

“Y/N-ah, what class do you have first?”  Jimin was rummaging in his locker looking for his notebook for our first period class.

“I have Mrs. Kim’s Western History class, then Biology.”  I was really excited to take Mrs. Kim’s new class on Western History, aside from being from the United States originally; I still found an immense interest in the history of the Americas.

“You and your interest in history, I’ll never understand you, Y/N.”  Jimin’s nose crinkled at my class choices.

“Oh and like you did any better, Mr. I’m taking physical education to make girls see how ripped I am.”

Jimin’s laughed rang out across the hall, turning the heads of several girls that were still at their lockers, their interest piqued until they noticed Jimin was laughing at something I had said.  Jimin and Taehyung were quite popular around the school for different reasons, Jimin’s popularity stemmed from his outstanding physical achievements while Taehyung’s were aimed from the theater department.  Often times I got disapproving looks from the girls in our grade and the lower ones due to my close friendship with the two boys.  I wasn’t a popular girl by nature and my lack of ‘relationship’ with either of them didn’t help matters.

“Hey, this school offers a lot both academically as well as physically, don’t judge me for liking the physical aspect more than the academic.”

“Touché, anyway I’ll see you in Biology next period.”  Shutting my locker, I smiled at Jimin as he saluted me before walking towards the stairs to go to his math class.

By the time I’d arrived in the classroom most of the seats were already taken at the front, scanning for open seats I found one by the window next to a guy with dark hair hidden beneath a red beanie.  He was slouched slightly in his seat, head turned to look out the window, earbuds in his ear to drown out the sounds of our classmates.

Feeling slightly nervous, I approached him cautiously, tapping him on the shoulder softly.  The boy jumped, turning to look at me with wide doe eyes, as he pulled out one of his earbuds.

I smiled slightly, shifting my stuff a little as I pointed to the empty seat next to him.  “May I sit here?”  I watched him timidly as his eyes slid down to look at the empty seat and then briefly scan the nearly full classroom before nodding silently, adjusting his position so that he wouldn’t have his back fully to me.

“Thank you,” I said, placing my things down on the desk and arranging it to my liking.  “My name is Y/N, and you are?”

The boy’s eyes looked at me silently, his mouth opening and shutting rapidly, a slight blush on his cheeks.

I smiled, equally as nervous as he was, I didn’t know who he was so my best guess was that he was in a different year than I was.  Meeting new people in class almost always arose some questions especially due to the fact that it was pretty obvious that I wasn’t Korean.

“No need to be shy, I’m not much of a talker myself, in fact I mostly keep to myself.  I won’t bother you.”  I hurried to try and make him feel more comfortable around me, blushing furiously and turning away to re-rearrange my books on my desk.

Mrs. Kim arrived at that moment looking around at the class nodding in satisfaction before she began roll call.

“Jungkook.”  A voice next to my ear startled me slightly as I turned to look wide eyed at the previously nameless boy from a few minutes ago.

“I-I’m sorry?”  It had been a while since I’d stuttered so badly in front of someone, and I found a blush rising to my cheeks again.

Jungkook’s cheeks reddened slightly as he looked down at his phone, pausing his playlist, and removing his earbuds.  “My name - it’s Jungkook.  Jeon Jungkook from second year.”

He had a soft voice, slightly rough from an obvious lack of conversation, but the sound reverberated deep inside my chest.  My breath hitched as I suddenly became hyper aware of his presence next to me.

“Y/N, L/N Y/N from fourth year.”  I looked down, watching his slender fingers wrap his earbuds skillfully around his phone before placing it in his hoodie pocket.

“I’d like to welcome you all to Western History; I see there is a mixture of you in this class.  I hope you all get along well especially seeing as you have just selected your desk mate for the year and your project partner.  Treat them well.”  Mrs. Kim’s words rang throughout the classroom causing some to groan and others to cheer in delight.

Seeing as I didn’t really know any of my classmates personally I was nervous, but relieved that I wouldn’t be forced to mingle with more people than necessary.  I wasn’t exactly the most social person, but I could be social when I had to be I just preferred my solitude.

“I guess we’re partners then - let’s work well together.”  I smiled shyly at Jungkook, trying to shove my nerves down and release the butterflies in my stomach.

“Partners.”  Jungkook said the word as though he were chewing a tough piece of meat, his eyes lingering over my features for a moment longer than necessary before turning his attention to the front of the class.

As the next hour and a half progressed I found myself shifting in my seat, hyper aware of my desk mate’s close proximity.  Stop it, it’s not like he’s going to bite, you spend a lot of time with Jimin and Taehyung.  They’re guys too, this is no different, and I mentally chided myself as I tried to focus on the words Mrs. Kim was saying.

When the bell finally rang I sighed in relief, goosebumps raised along my arms as I sensed Jungkook gathering his own things as well.  Exiting the classroom I didn’t even bother to look and see if Jimin was out of his math class, we’d see each other in our next class - Biology - anyway.

“Y/N!”  Jimin’s voice rang out in front of me, causing several heads to turn - several scowls from the girls being directed at me - Jimin was oblivious to the obvious hate sent my way as he took long strides to stand next to me.  Looking over my head briefly I saw a flicker of a frown, before he’d plastered his famous, heartwarming smile on his slightly rounded face.  Falling into step together, Jimin slung his arm over my shoulder, looking over my head behind us, the frown returning.

“Jiminie?  Everything okay?”  My voice was timid; I hoped that it wasn’t one of the meaner girls trying to sneak up behind us and attempt to trip me.

Jimin looked down at me, his deep brown eyes connecting with my own, his smile was forced this time around - the light of it didn’t reach his eyes.  “I’m fine.  Just seems like you have an admirer all of a sudden.”

Frowning, I turned slightly to look over my shoulder, my view slightly obscured by Jimin’s arm, but I could see Jungkook following at a safe distance behind us.  He didn’t seem to notice that I was looking; in fact he seemed completely out of it.  His eyes were trained on Jimin’s arm slung around my shoulders, a slight frown line between his eyebrows, but other than that, he seemed zoned out for the time being.

“Who?  Jungkook?  He’s in my World History class, he seems nice enough.”  I looked back up at Jimin, who had been watching me watch Jungkook.  I smiled warmly at Jimin as we neared our Biology classroom, paying no mind to the coincidence that was Jungkook following us down the hallway.

Despite the size of the school, many of us shared classes, especially since this particular school was modeled after the American way of mingling the different class year students together for our electives.  It was one of the reasons I’d chosen this high school, it reminded me of home in a good way, and having both of my best friends here made it that much more enjoyable.  The only thing I could do without was the girls who thought that I was standing in their way of dating both Jimin and Taehyung.

Jimin and I arrived at the Biology classroom earlier than most, but knowing Jimin he would prefer to sit someone near the back so I let him choose our seats.  True to form he sat in almost the exact middle - a compromise we had developed years ago.  I placed my things on the desk situating myself comfortably, while Jimin busied himself talking to some of his workout friends.

When Mr. Park arrived, he looked around the class before placing his role call list on the podium.  

“Good morning class, I see most of you have made yourselves comfortable.  I hope not too comfortable.”  Several of the students groaned, knowing that this would mean assigned seating.

My eyes widened as I stole a glance at Jimin, who smiled at me reassuringly.  I was having a moment of debate as to whether it was a good or bad thing that Jimin and I had sat next to each other.  If we had sat separately we might have had a better chance of being assigned together.

“Line up along the walls and I’ll assign your seats.”

Gathering my things again, my heartbeat began to race as I fearfully looked at the others in the class, most of them were upperclassmen like me, but there were a handful of underclassmen as well.  As I scanned the faces of some of my familiar peers my eyes landed on a lone figure in the back corner - Jungkook.

“L/N Y/N and Jeon Jungkook back row corner.”

My eyes snapped away from Jungkook to turn and look at Mr. Park who was passing his eyes between the two of us expectantly.  Glancing at Jimin, I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I hurried to take my place next to Jungkook for the second time today.

Jungkook watched me approach a passive expression on his face.  Jimin frowned at me as he waited for his name to be called with his partner, his eyes constantly sliding between Jungkook and me.  Despite having spent the last class with him, I felt like I was sitting next to someone new for the second time and I wasn’t really sure what to say to him.  We’d already introduced ourselves, so what exactly was the next step?

“Hi.”  Jungkook’s voice was deep, but faint; if I hadn’t been sitting next to him I would have missed it.

Looking over at him I smiled slightly, “Hello again.”

“Looks like we’re destined to be class partners or something, eh?”  Jungkook’s words were stuttered slightly, the embarrassment evident on his pink cheeks, his dark eyes shining with genuine interest.

Laughing softly, I pushed my hair back, “Looks that way, yes.”  My cheeks flushed under his constant gaze, unsure how to approach him despite him being younger than I was.

Glancing around at the filling seats, I noticed Jimin was paired with one of his other friends, but his attention wasn’t on the conversation happening around him, but on me.  I smiled reassuringly mouthing, I’m okay, but his furrowed brow didn’t let up.

The remainder of the class period was rather uneventful, Mr. Park ended up assigning a large chunk of the reading for this week today - something about giving us ample time to read it for our test next Tuesday.

When the bell finally rang I smiled shyly at Jungkook as we both rose at the same time to leave the class.

“See you-” The words had barely left my lips when I felt my arm being pulled slightly, turning to see Jimin towering over me.  Jimin nodded tightly to Jungkook before looking down at me, “You have math next, and I’ll drop you off on my way to the weight room.”

Frowning I looked between Jungkook and Jimin, Jimin was obviously uneasy about me being close to Jungkook, but I brushed it off knowing that he was just making sure that I wasn’t uncomfortable.  It was our routine; anytime I paired with someone other than him or Taehyung in class one of them was often there to pull me away from the uncomfortable situation.  Jungkook on the other hand just stared at Jimin with slightly widened eyes as he looked between the two of us, his brow raised questioningly.

Tugging me out of the classroom, Jimin and I made our way quickly back up the stairs, stopping by our lockers as I needed to exchange my books for my math book.  Jimin on the other hand was slinging his gym bag over his shoulder, slamming his locker shut harder than normal.

“You know,” I began, slightly uneasy with his attitude.  “I actually have Western History with Jungkook and we’re also partners in that class.”

Jimin made a slightly noise of disapproval, crossing his arms over his chest as he rested against his locker while he waited for me to exchange my books.

“Of course it’s only day one, but I’m sure that he won’t make me that uncomfortable.  You don’t have to be so overprotective.”  Closing my locker I looked up at Jimin, smiling.  “I have to learn to get along with other people at some point in time, right?”

Jimin sighed, pulling away from the lockers, grabbing my hand in the process as he led me down the hall to math.  “I’ll be late if you don’t hurry.”

Blinking I looked up at the hall clock, we still had two minutes to get to our next class, but it would was a long way down to the first floor and then down at the other end of the building to get to the weight room.

“Then why would you walk me to math?  I can understand the locker trip, but Jimin-”

“Don’t worry about it, Coach knows my locker is up here, but still, I don’t want to push it.”

“Exactly, Jimin, if you need to go, I can walk myself.”  I planted my feet firmly, jerking him to a stop in front of me.

“Y/N-ah, I don’t have time-”

“Then go.”  My words were harsh, but Jimin knew that I cared more about our school work than whether or not I was alone.  I’d been alone plenty of times, but this was going to get ridiculous if he remained this stubborn.

Sighing in frustration, Jimin pulled me closer, unsettling my balance.  It really wasn’t that far to the classroom at this rate and I tried to tell myself that it wouldn’t be that hard to just let him walk me the rest of the way since we were already this close.  At least that was what I tried to convince myself of, considering that I didn’t really have much of a choice right now.

“I’ll see you at lunch, Tae and I will save you a seat.”  Jimin didn’t say anything else as he turned his back on me, briskly walking down the hall. Snapping out of my daze, I barely made it into the class and in a seat before the bell rang.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, Jimin returned to his usual playful self at lunch and all thoughts of what happened in Biology were dismissed.  English with Jimin and Taehyung was eventful just like every class with the two of them was, and my last class of the day before I had the rest to focus on preparing for my exams was Art.

Walking into the classroom I glanced around at the present students already set up at several of the working tables, like most of the classrooms the worktables seated two students, looking for a hopefully empty table my eyes passed over a vacant spot over by the windows.  Looking to see who was occupying the other seat my eyes widened in disbelief as Jungkook turned his head, his eyes landing on me as he surveyed the classroom.

Not knowing what to do in this situation, I stayed rooted to the spot just inside the door.  Eyes locked with Jungkook I waved meekly at him a smile on my face, which thankfully he returned.   Waving me over, I was thankful that this social que wasn’t lost on Jungkook, if it had been me in his situation I would have just let him decide on his own.

Finding it rude if I sat somewhere else, I made my way over to the empty seat next to Jungkook.  “We meet again, sunbae.”  Jungkook’s formality wasn’t lost on me and I found myself blushing at the use of it.

“Please, Jungkook, you don’t have to refer to me as your ‘sunbae’.”

“Then noona it is.”

My eyes widened as I turned to look at his profile; Jungkook was sitting up straight in his chair, his dark hair mused from running his fingers through it.  A small smirk was playing on his pink lips as he kept his gaze straight ahead at the front of the classroom.

The remainder of the Art class was rather uneventful; being the first day of school a lot of the teachers didn’t assign much, but rather preparation for the real work to begin the next day and throughout the week.  Leaving the classroom with someone other than Jimin or Taehyung was something new for me though, and Jungkook was nice enough to walk me towards the stairs saying his locker was on the other side.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jungkook!”  I waved politely, happy to finally have made a new friend in all my years at this school.

Jungkook smiled shyly, a hint of pink on his cheeks as he waved back.  “See you tomorrow, noona.”

I laughed to myself as I walked up the stairs to my locker; I’d never met someone so shy like myself.  I stuttered a lot of the time when I was nervous, but witnessing someone else doing it suddenly gave me more courage to just be myself and feel less nervous.  Maybe, just maybe, meeting Jungkook would allow me to grow as a person and help my social skills.

Jimin was already at his locker putting away the last of his books when I arrived at mine.  Nervously I glanced at him; he didn’t meet me outside the Art room – a first for him.

“Hey, Tae wants to drop by the convenience store on our way home, you up for it?”  Jimin turned to look at me as he talked, a small smile on his face, making his eyes crinkle.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me, he out of ramen at home?”  It was a classic Taehyung story, always out of ramen at home, practically begging Jimin and me to go to the convenience store with him after school.  Only when we got there he would usually whine that he’d eaten ramen too much that week and we should go eat meat the next day.

Jimin chuckled, nodding his head to some friends, clapping them on the back as they passed.  “See you tomorrow!”

“It’s always the same story with him, Y/N.  We go eat ramen and then he says we should eat meat, but then when we suggest it he says we ate that last time.”

“It’s a never ending vicious cycle.”  Putting the last of my books away I smiled up at Jimin.

“What’s a ‘never ending vicious cycle’?”  Taehyung popped up next to me out of nowhere, slinging his arm around my shoulders as he looked between Jimin and I.

“Nothing,” Jimin and I said quickly, laughing at the fact that we had both said it at the same time.

“You two are being no fun. Y/N-ah you’re going the convenience store, right?  It’s been ages!”

“Yes, Tae, Jimin already asked.”  I rolled my eyes as Tae’s deep brown eyes glowed with warmth, his signature boxy smile greeting my words.

“Great!  Then let’s get going.”  With his arm slung around me, Tae led us towards the main entrance of the school. One of the things I loved the most about being a senior was that we got to leave earlier than the underclassmen did, but if necessary – as was encouraged by our teachers – we were free to remain and work on our classwork as well as prepare for our upcoming exams in the library.


Hey There

For the past month or so, Tim has been in and out of a local cafe in Gotham. At first, it was for the food and the quiet/friendly environment in which he could study in. The owners are some of the nicest people he has ever met so he really enjoys coming here. When he found out they had a daughter his age it became another reason for him to pop in. He is yet to speak to you, mostly because he is shy and nervous, he doesn’t want to seem like an idiot. Tim has never been good at this whole talking to girls thing, he wouldn’t even know where to begin. That’s why he turned to Dick for some advice, he has been in this exact position before. It’s hard to believe Dick would ever have problems talking to girls, his charm alone is enough for them to swoon. 

Tim sits down in his usual spot, getting out some of his books so that he looks like he is doing something, plus the extra studying couldn’t hurt. Not too long after he sits down Mrs Y/l/n comes over to take his order with a huge smile on her face as always. 

“Hello, Timothy. Nice to see you, what are you having today?” She gets her pen and pad at the ready. 

“Hey Mrs Y/l/n. I’ll have the usual please.” He replies politely.

“One burger with fries and a Pepsi, got it.” She scribbles it down to keep herself right. “Studying again, are we? You ought to give yourself a break every now and then, that’s what I keep telling my Y/n. You both work too hard.” 

“I’ll make sure to take a break.” Tim ensures her and with that she gives him a nod before getting on with her work. 

As he waits for his food he decides to get started. He lifts his head up for a moment and his eyes meet with yours from across the room. His heart seizes up in his chest because you are actually looking directly at him. He is further surprised when you smile and wave at him. You actually recognise him?! Tim smiles and waves nervously back. When you turn your attention back to your work Tim takes a deep breath and ruffles his hair, still in disbelief that you noticed him. He then fixes his hair quickly after messing it up slightly. No one has ever been able to make him feel this nervous before, this is all still rather new to him. 

Every time he finds himself looking up you are also glancing over in his direction. He wonders what goes on in your mind when you look at him because when he looks at you his heart feels weak and he is taken aback by your beauty. His thoughts are interrupted when he sees you getting up from your seat, are you leaving? No, you can’t be because you haven’t packed your things away, instead, you have them tucked under your arm and oh god you are heading towards him. Before he can react you are already standing there. 

“Hey there. Can I sit down?” You look at the empty chair across the table.

“Hey.” Tim pauses and looks up at you. “Sure you can.” 

You make yourself comfortable and keep your eyes locked with Tim’s baby blue eyes. He is far too adorable for you to handle. “It’s Tim right?” You ask even though you already know the answer. 

“Yeah. That’s right. That’s me, Tim.” He stammers on his words. This is exactly what he worried about and wanted to avoid; looking like an idiot in front of you. He just can’t believe you are sitting and talking to him, is he dreaming? Surely this can’t be real? With one hand under the table Tim takes a moment to pinch his thigh just to be sure that he wasn’t dreaming and he wasn’t. 

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