i am helping him with his homework because i miss school

the-queen-sees-all  asked:

I was wondering, what if Harry and Hermione had met before Hogwarts?

The first time Harry Potter met Hermione Granger, she was standing with her chin up and her hands on her hips a few paces from the old olive tree in the schoolyard, glaring into the far distance. The wind was trying to twist and buffet her hair into her face, but mostly it was just tangling cheerfully with itself.

Dudley and Piers were busy kicking all the other kids off the play structure, so Harry had retreated out into the grass. He stood a safe distance from the weird girl who was pretending to be a statue and thought wistfully of lunch.

“There’s a fallen bird’s nest,” the girl said in a rapid and certain tumble of syllables. “The boys knocked it out of the tree, but I chased them off and I’m hoping the mama bird comes back. I’m Hermione Granger. We just moved here.”

“Harry,” he said.

“How’d you get that scar?” she said.

“Car accident.”

“That’s a weird scar for a car accident.”

Harry shrugged. “It killed my parents.”

She blinked quickly at him and even at that distance he wished vaguely that she wore glasses, too, because her gaze was something that really felt like it should have some built-in bluntedness. “Mine are dentists. Mum’s taking me to the library after school, want to come?”

-

Before they went into Diagon Alley, Harry asked Hagrid if they could find a payphone. Hermione picked up on the first ring.

“Harry! Where have you been? I’ve been trying and trying to call–”

“Sorry, yeah. Um, so, I’m not coming back to school next year, I…” Harry drifted off, staring at Hagrid’s massive moleskin shoulders. The giant man saw him looking and gave him a tentatively cheerful little wave. “It’s been weird, Herm.” He pressed his forehead into the phone stand, but not too hard. “I think you’re the only thing I’m really going to miss.”

“Harry,” Hermione said and Harry started to frown, because that wasn’t her stern and startled voice. That was the voice that meant she was off down a charging war path of other thought and might not have heard him at all. “I’ve been reading.”

“Of course you’ve been reading,” he said. “I’ve been being forcibly hidden from a swarm of post office owls–”

“You’re in books,” she said in breathless delight, squeaking over the telephone line. “First thing we did, of course, after the professor explained, was get her to escort us to a bookstore– a whole bibliography, Harry, a whole world’s bibliography I haven’t even touched– how am I ever going to–” She took in a little calming breath, and murmured, “Different infinities, it’s okay, Hermione, okay.” A sharp exhale and then she tumbled right back into her rushing rivelet of a sentence. “And I picked up a good dozen, besides the school books, of course, and Harry, you’re in books, in Dark Wizardwork of This Century and A Modern Wizards’ History and October’s End: A Biography–”

“Hermione,” said Harry with slow enunciation. “Are you a wizard, too?”

“A witch, I think,” she said. “But I’m still reading up on the sociology of it all.”

-

Hagrid wouldn’t say Voldemort’s name, but Hermione would. She came over with a stack of books up to her chin, gave the Dursleys her normal pointed little stare that said she’d like to set them a little on fire, and curled up in his cupboard with him.

He supposed she probably could learn how to set them on fire, now, if she really wanted to.

She gave him passages and excerpts with his name in them, with his parents’ names, a home he hadn’t known. There were pictures of a ruined house with the smoke drifting in little curls of ink. There was his mother, smiling and waving in black and white. There was his mother, laid out on the floor, with a sober little caption below it. That picture was still, except for curtains fluttering in the window.

Hermione finally dragged her face far enough up from the pages to see Harry holding his own hand very tightly, and then she closed the book and reached for one about which magical creatures you should pet and which you shouldn’t.

“Sorry,” she said.

“I wanted to know.”

“I’m still sorry.”

-

The Grangers drove Harry, Hermione, Hedwig, and their trunks to King’s Cross Station. Mrs. Granger kissed the top of Hermione’s head while Mr. Granger mussed Harry’s mop of dark hair affectionately, and then they swapped children and repeated the treatment. Hermione pushed her hair back out of her face and marched them all to Platform 9 ¾, the entrance mechanism of which she had read all about.

“Before you go,” Mrs. Granger said, “let’s buy you some sandwiches? I don’t know what sort of food they’ll have past that–”

“There’s a trolley,” Hermione said, but her parents dragged them off to a snack kiosk anyway, Harry happily in tow.

As they were on Hermione’s tight schedule, there were plenty of compartments open, and they took one all to themselves– well, to themselves, Hedwig, and Hermione’s books, which took up two seats. (Harry would wheedle Hagrid into taking him to Diagon Alley for Christmas shopping that year, where he would get Hermione a carry-all bag for her small personal library.)

Hermione took a long preparatory breath while Harry unwrapped his sandwich. “Harry? What if I go and sit down under the Hat and I just sit and sit there, and then it says I’m not a witch at all?” Hermione said, the words getting more squashed together and higher-pitched as she went. “I’m not magic, it just got confused, and they send me home? Harry, I don’t want to be a dentist. Other people’s mouths are disgusting–”

“You’re not going to get kicked out,” Harry said, chewing amiably on his sandwich. It was not good, but the Dursleys hadn’t bothered with any breakfast for him and he hadn’t wanted to bother the Grangers about it either. It was a bit dry on the way down, but it settled warmly in his belly.

“But what if I do?”

“I’ll stage a protest,” said Harry. “Refuse to do my homework til they reinstate you.”

“You’re not going to do your homework anyway.”

“See how dedicated I am to you.”

She made a dismissive little noise at him, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Hermione,” he said, and she lifted her bush of hair to look at him. “You’re the most magical person I know. It’s gonna be alright.”

She gave a long slow blink but whatever she might have said was interrupted by an uneven knock at the door. “Um,” said the pudgy boy standing there. “I’ve lost my toad.”

Hermione leapt to her feet. “Where did you see him last?”

Harry followed in the wake of her forward charge, but he brought the rest of his sandwich with him.

-

(Harry did not know this and would not know this until Mrs. Granger mentioned it casually over a Christmas dinner years and years later– but she and Mr. Granger reported the Dursleys for child abuse and neglect, over and over.

The reports got lost– minds scrubbed down, papers vanished– but they kept calling in reports. They considered kidnapping. They couldn’t imagine why the wizarding world might want to keep their chosen one somewhere so toxic, why they might want to keep this underfed child and his messy hair with those people.

“My mother left me a blood protection spell,” said Harry, whose scar had not ached in years. He poked at his mashed potatoes under the focused attention of Mrs. Granger’s stern little forehead wrinkle. “I had to live with family, blood family.”

“Then they should have made them treat you right,” Mrs. Granger said, as though it was that simple.

Mr. Granger gave Harry another helping of peas.)

-

On the steps of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy thrust out his hand to the Boy Who Lived, who surveyed the open palm with amusement. “Thanks,” said Harry. “But I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself.”

The redheaded, freckly, hand-me-down clothes boy Malfoy had been bothering snorted. Harry slipped his hands into his pockets.

“You’re the kid with the rat from the train,” Hermione said. “And the spell that didn’t work.”

“It was a cool rhyme anyway, though,” Harry said. “Hi, I’m Harry, this is Hermione.”

“Yeah, she said, then. I’m Ron– uh, Ron Weasley.”

“Yeah, he said,” Harry said, rolling his eyes Malfoy’s direction. “Come on, you wanna stand with us? Hermione will tell you about the ceiling.”

“It’s enchanted!” said Hermione.

-

When Hermione founded SPHEW, Harry was not surprised. He had spent too many schoolyard days escorting spiders to safe spaces, keeping vigil over fallen bird’s nests, and watching Hermione stand up on her desk chair in heated pitched verbal battles with teachers. She’d driven at least two teachers to tears and taught most of them at least a few new vocabulary words.

-

Over summers and holidays, Harry and Hermione took Ron to the movies, to the seashore, to Hermione’s top three favorite libraries. Hermione’s Aunt Meg taught them how to whittle under a cloud of cigarette smoke that clung to Harry’s hair until he washed it out.

In this life, there were things in the Muggle world that Harry missed, that he wanted to see again. He loved Hogwarts, and he nominally went home to the Dursleys each summer, but he knew he always had a bed at the Grangers’. He knew the weird system they used to organize the books on their shelves. He’d pass Mrs. Granger the marmalade in mornings before she had to ask. He got free dental check-ups all his life, which was good because the Dursleys rarely bothered taking him into the dentist.

The whole Granger family tore apart newspapers every morning, calling article excerpts across the table and pointing each other to their favorite journalists. Before Hermione even first stepped onto Hogwarts grounds she got a subscription to the Daily Prophet. During Harry’s fourth year, Mr. and Mrs. Granger got Arthur Weasley to buy them an owl and then began an unending campaign of furious letters to the editor that never got published.

-

In a crumbling boat shed, Severus Snape died, but first he pressed a shining bundle of memory into Harry’s hands.

The fight was still going– Neville newly broad and certain; Luna whipping out quiet, barbed little curses; Ginny charging like an army in and of herself. Hermione had her arms full of basilisk fangs. Ron was moving people like bishops and knights. But Harry had a long damp walk before him, so he had time to wade through that life not his own.

Severus had been a lot of things– one of them was in love. Harry dragged his feet through forest mulch, seeing a little redheaded girl in sunlight, hands not his own offering her transformed flowers. It had been just them for so long. For Severus, for so long, there had been no one but him and Lily.

Even in Hogwarts, Severus had drifted through the classrooms and common room and library. He had believed in magic, in the cool slide of good knives through dried roots, and in Lily– always, always in Lily– Lily in sunlight, Lily chewing on her thumbnail over Transfiguration homework, Lily flicking soapsuds at him in her kitchen at home over summer, Lily pig-tailed and seven, wide-eyed as he showed her the first magic she’d ever seen, a leaf to a flower, a bit of sunlight to a bit of fire.

He had loved, and it had been a real thing. He had fucked up, and it had been a real thing, that heartbreak, that regret.

When Harry turned the Stone in his hand and saw his mother step into pseudo-life in that forest clearing, he thought I wish I’d known you. He thought about how she was in sepia and gray, here, just like in the pictures in the pages of Hermione’s books.

But he was also thinking about Severus. He was remembering Lily in sunlight, remembering her walking away, remembering her in that same cold photographed sprawl but in color–in grief–in bruised knees and heaving gasps.

Severus had been the first to find Lily’s body and it had felt like someone had cut the sunlight out of him. Harry was living through that grief, but he was also living through the wail of the child crying unacknowledged. His tiny pudgy hands were wrapped around the guardrail of his crib.

Harry was thinking about a girl standing in a field like a statue, hands on hips. He was thinking about Hermione’s raised hand ignored in Potions, or the way Snape had sneered that he didn’t see a difference in her cursed teeth. Love had made him brave, perhaps. It had killed him, but it had not made Severus good.

Harry wondered if his mother would have escorted spiders to safe places, if she would have stood guard over fallen bird’s nests, if she had worried herself to pieces that first time on the Hogwarts Express about the Hat telling her she didn’t really belong.

“I wish I’d known you,” he told the specter of Lily Potter. He held his own hands tight.

For Harry, for so long, there had been no one but him and Hermione. Even in Hogwarts, there were things only she would understand– parking meters, the cobweb ceiling of his cupboard, the silence of marmalade at breakfast. Harry believed in magic and he believed Hermione Granger was the most magical thing he knew.

“They’ll be alright,” he said. “I’ll be alright. I was alright, mum. I wish I’d known you– but I wasn’t alone.” He squeezed his hands tighter– Hermione showing him her favorite spots in her favorite libraries; Ron shyly showing them the Burrow like it was anything less than a magnificent masterpiece of warm rooms and patchwork architecture; Hermione standing in the field like a statue, bushy-haired and seven years old, jaw set. “She wasn’t alone, either,” he said. “And she’ll be alright. Ron will be alright. I have to do this, don’t I?”

“We are so proud of you,” Lily said.

“Thanks,” said Harry. “Sorry,” said Harry, and wondered if Hermione was going to be able to read the little passages and excerpts with his name in them, with those un-moving pictures and the sober captions underneath.

He dropped the Stone.

-

When Harry Potter died for the first time, crumpled in forest mulch, he didn’t go to a squeaky clean King’s Cross Station. There were no crescent moon glasses to twinkle kindly at him.

He stood under an old olive tree and a little girl looked up at him with those eyes that needed shielding, needed blunting, needed a manufacturer’s warning. “A wind’s coming,” she said. “You can just go. It will be easy.”

He stood outside Diagon Alley, a Muggle payphone tucked between his shoulder and ear. “You’re in books,” she said, with a breathlessness he’d barely heard for years. There had been too much weight on his shoulders, on hers. “You’re done,” she said. “You’ve done enough. Go on, tap three bricks up and two to the left.”

He stood in Godric’s Hollow, in the snow, holding her hand, looking at the ruined house. “You should have had this,” she said. She was seven and small, not nineteen and weary like she had been in life. The sky was overcast but there was sunlight glinting in her hair. “You can still have this. You can have everything.”

“You’re not real,” Harry said.

“But you are,” she said. “There’s a wind coming. It will be easy.”

“You’ve never done anything easy in your life,” he said.

She took both his hands– hers were so small against his grown fingers, his broad palms, and how had they done everything with hands that small? Basilisks and werewolves; shouting down teachers from atop desk chairs.

Harry was sitting in his cupboard in the light of its single bulb and he was too big for this space, his shoulders curling forward, his head bowing. She was standing there with sunlight still in her hair and her arms piled high with books. “You don’t belong here,” she said. “It will hurt. You won’t fit, if you go back. Everything can be easy. Everything can be fine. It doesn’t have to hurt, ever again.”

“Hermione,” he said and leaned forward, put his hands on her hands where they were gripping her books. “It’ll be alright.” He smiled and she was staring at him with those eyes, those goddamn eyes. “We never fit, remember?”

“We tried,” she said and Harry squeezed her small hands gently.

“Send me back,” he said. “I want to go home.”

-

After the battle, as Hogwarts rang with frantic healing, crushing grief, and raging celebration, the three of them retreated to the library. Hermione hauled them down narrow aisles until she found her favorite tucked-away nook and they all collapsed on sagging sofas that seemed to not have been touched at all by the war.

“Well,” said Hermione. “What now?”

Ron let his head flop back against the seat, hair tumbling all over his pale forehead. “I’m going to nap,” he said. “For a month.”

“That’s not physiologically possible,” said Hermione. “Or if it is, then it’d be a coma.”

“It’s a metaphor,” Ron said, then: “no, wait, a hyperbole.” Hermione beamed at him. He blushed a little and elbowed her gently.

“After this, you’ll be in books, you know,” Harry told her.

“Not– I mean–” Hermione rubbed at her nose furiously. Ron laughed enough to wake up and sit up, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

While Ron came up with outlandish titles for Hermione’s eventual many biographies, Harry pulled his feet up onto the sofa. He watched the candles float quietly between the shelves.

Alright, so, I’ll start this off by saying I am honestly not an expert on Kakyoin, contrary to popular belief (I’d actually consider myself more of an expert on Jotaro’s character, if anything), but I’m going to do my best to give my views on Kakyoin’s character, as well as some canon evidence to support it, and hopefully it will help a bit.

If you want a great reference of how to write Kakyoin in fic, go read Sand, sand and more sand on AO3, because it’s honestly one of the best depictions of Kak I’ve ever read, and he’s quite close to canon.

*ahem*

Kakyoin is pretty snarky. He’s subtle about it, but he’s also kind of a shithead. He’s polite most of the time, but it seems to be more of a setting he defaults to when he doesn’t feel entirely comfortable around the people he’s with. We have quite a few quips from him as examples of this, such as him laughing at andd mocking Anne during the dark blue moon arc, and saying she couldn’t possibly be the stand user on board, and in the Geb and N'Doul fight where he orders Polnareff to attack the canteen because he “doesn’t want to”. He also at one point responds to Polnareff saying “this looks bad!” with, “well it most certainly isn’t good.”

He’s blunt, but this also means that he’s honest. He dislikes liars, and prefers that everything is set out before him clearly and plainly as opposed to someone that is clearly dancing around the subject.

He also seems like quite the know-it-all, and likes being right; and he’s probably the type to argue with someone even if he knows he’s wrong. He seems to genuinely enjoy teaching the crusaders about the culture of all the places they visit on their journey, and he has the ability to retain all of that information to recant to them, as well. It seems to be somewhat of an interest of his.

And then there’s this, of course…

The cherry thing is something that kind of bothers me in fandom and fic. Yes; Kakyoin says that cherries are his favourite fruit. Child Kakyoin has cherries on his shirt (keep in mind that the scene with child kakyoin is added in my DavidPro and is not technically canon). BUT, it doesn’t mean that he has to have everything cherry-related. It’s a seriously overused trait in fandom to the point that it just becomes annoying. Kak can have a coffee without it having to be cherry flavoured. Just remember that he canonically enjoys lots of different foods, and that he doesn’t need to exclusively eat cherries and cherry flavoured things. He probably likes to eat foods from all different cultures.

Video games: There is evidence to suggest that Kakyoin spends a LOT of time playing F-Mega, however, this doesn’t mean that his extreme knowledge of the tracks and mechanics applies to every video game in existence. He’s a teenager, with no friends in the 80’s, of course he’s going to spend time playing video games. But back in the 80s, people often only had one or two games, so it’s likely that he has simply replayed F-Mega a LOT, to the point of knowing it by heart. I know the levels of Mario 3 extremely well, simply because I played them over and over again as a kid. If you are fixated on a single game for extended periods of time (especially if it’s the only game you own), you are of course going to know the game well. Knowing a lot about a single game does not mean that he’s obsessed with video games, and does not necessarily mean that he’s a shut-in, and never goes outside.

Also keep in mind that he says that he’s “pretty good at video games”. He doesn’t claim to be great at them, and since we’ve already established that Kakyoin is quite blunt, it would be out of character to assume that he’s being humble here. He literally means that he’s just “pretty good” at them. No more, no less.

His real-world experience is vast, and it’s also mentioned that his parents take him many places on vacation. He’s been to a lot of places, and retains cultural knowledge. It’s not as if he’s read it in books: he’s actually been to these places before, and he mentions it frequently. This suggests that he gets out quite a bit, and also kind of suggests that maybe he isn’t quite the model student type in school.

Kakyoin doesn’t appear to be the honours student & straight A’s type. He doesn’t think twice about skipping out on his new school to travel to Egypt, and as I said before, his knowledge appears to come more from first-hand experience rather than school studies (and I bet he missed more than a few of his classes due to the trips that he and his parents took). He’s a know-it-all, but it doesn’t mean that he does well in school.

On the other hand, Jotaro IS a model student, despite his delinquent status. It’s more likely that Jotaro would be the one helping Kakyoin with his homework.
(He might disrespect his teachers, but he still gets good grades, and let’s not forget that he becomes a marine biologist later in life.)

Kakyoin’s profile also mentions that he “appears very effeminite”. This is another thing that is often misinterpreted. His appearence may be somewhat feminine, and he takes pride in how he looks, but his personality and mannerisms are not inherently feminine.

He hates being forced into submission, and this is the reason why he despises Dio so much. Dio took advantage of his vulnerability and the fact that Kak didn’t have any friends to use him as his pawn. He drew Kak in, made him feel wanted, needed, and then took control of his mind and body.

“He appears to be very effeminate. In reality, he despises submitting to people or sucking up to them.” - Taken directly from his canon personality description.

Another thing that people seem to miss is the fact that he’s extremely sadistic. He says himself that Heirophant “loves nothing more than to rip things to shreds” and that it might “drive him mad with joy”. He likes being in control of the situation, remember. He probably hates losing fights, as well (especially since he could be considered a weakling for losing).

Kakyoin also seems to like Baseball, judging by his profile naming a favourite team, and sumo, as we all know from his exchange with Jotaro.

One of the things that fandom does definitely get right, is Kakyoin being the mother hen of the group. He’s taken on the role of the responsible one, because Joseph is… far from being an adult. He’s strategic and thinks everything out logically, and so is the mature one of the group, especially after Avdol’s “death”. He appears to be content to follow Joseph, but when it’s needed, he steps up and becomes the leader in his place. This is seen when Jotaro, Joseph and Polnareff start physically fighting random men that they suspect are the one in the Wheel of Fortune car, to which he says that, “this is not a good idea,” and that it’s, “getting out of hand”. It’s also seen in the tower of grey fight where he mentions that it’s better that he fights on the plane, because he’s the least destructive of the bunch (even though he’s capable of blasting holes into clock towers, apparently his emerald splash isn’t destructive; okay Kak…).

He’s also fiercely protective of his friends, and extremely loyal as well. Kakyoin isn’t the type to abandon his friends in any circumstance.

He’s a CASANOVA. While Jotaro draws more unwanted attention from girls due to his bad boy façade, Kakyoin is slick and smooth with them, so much so that they notice him more over Jotaro. He’s quick to diffuse the situation when Jotaro pushes the girls aside (again, in the tower of grey arc), and it’s just… yes.

Just look at this. You can bet your ass he’s not the type to blush and stutter as he’s confessing. Straight up grabbing the girl and apologizing for Jotaro. Smooth as butter.


Here are some other scenes that might be able to explain his character a bit better as well:

Mouthing off to Joseph- Jotaro approves.

This line is wonderful. (Again, to Joseph? It’s almost like they have this kind of rivalry going on, haha)

Some really good insight to his character and motivations (And one of my favourite Jotakak moments).

The anime kind of makes this out to be a sort of “Kakyoin mocking Polnareff” scene, but in the manga he seems like he’s just stating what he heard. Pretty matter-of-fact about the whole situation.

Unimpressed.

I believe that this is the first moment that Kakyoin really realizes that he and any of his companions can die at any moment. Avdol has been shot, and he’s in complete shock. This is a normal teenager that’s now painfully aware of the danger he’s putting himself in to help out Jotaro and Joseph. Sure, he realized that he would be involved in fights, and a little blood would be shed for the greater good, but I don’t think he had realized up to this point that he might actually die.

And here’s Kakyoin’s character bio.

It’s also notable that he didn’t tell his parents where he was going prior to leaving. This doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s in bad standing with his parents (especially since his dying thoughts were of them), and could possibly be because he didn’t want to worry them, or something of the sort, but the fact remains that he didn’t tell them beforehand. Take from this what you will.

So yeah, this is what I get from Kakyoin. He’s kind, loyal to a fault, and deeply in love with Jotaro– and he’s a pretty complex character to write. Don’t feel like you need to take all of this into account, because it’s hard to keep his entire character intact with fanfiction. A lot of his personality comes across in facial expressions, so it’s sometimes difficult to translate that into non-visual media. Just refer back to canon if you aren’t sure of something, and you should be fine. Good luck!

I DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR “CLASSY”

Originally posted by magiccastles

Summary: You’re the student body president. Your boyfriend is the school’s notorious bad boy and an underground performer. There’s no way the two of you do anything sexual… right?

Warnings: language, fingering, penetration (idk man it’s smut and it’s not as wild as some I’ve written)

Word Count: 2133


“You’re watching me perform tonight, right baby?” Jaebum asked, snaking his arms around your waist as his chest pressed against your back.

He placed a small kiss on the back of your neck then one behind your ear. You leaned back against him, temporarily stopping what you were doing.

“Help me finish taping this poster up and I’ll consider it,” you replied.

Keep reading

Love can be a miracle, darling

Pairings: Harry x reader in the beginning, Draco x reader in the end

Word count: 2281

Requested: Hey, can you write a Harry Potter x Reader where they have been dating for a while but the reader caught Harry cheating on her with Cho and they have a huge fight. After that, she keeps crying and Draco tries to cheer her up and they kiss. Pleaseeeee <3 by @partyiinthedungeons

A/N: I hope you like it and sorry for posting it so late. I did my best to finish it today because of my full schedule. Sorry for the mistakes because i am sure there are and let me now what you think ♥ 

Originally posted by crystelgreene

Being Harry Potter’s girlfriend had it advantages and disadvantages. The good part was the loyal friends you got by your side and the bad…well the bad are the slytherins always trying to offend you somehow. Well, they were mostly hostage toward Harry not me but the fact I was ready to kill everybody who had said something bad about him was enough for a way the others to mockery him.

But besides the bad attitude we got in fifth year, I was more than happy to be with him. Half of the school thought he was a liar, a boy wanting an attention and I were just a chick using him to become famous and so on. However, Harry never paid so much attention to those words but I did. I tried not to but it was hurting to hear such lies. Harry was so nice to stay hours after curfew to calm me down, to say he loved me and that’s all that mattered. He even said that if I wanted we would break up so he could see my smile again. I, of course, punched him slightly always exclaiming that he was much more important than some stupid students.  

We were going to Hogsmeade on dates, drinking butterbeers, shopping at Zonko’s, we basically tried everything there for such a short period. I did my best to stay focused when helping him with his homework but usually ended making out on the sofa in the common room. That led to an angry Hermione who didn’t skip an opportunity to remind us we were falling behind with it. But let’s come to the present where the interesting part is.

Today was just an ordinary Saturday. We had finally finished another rough week. Early in the morning I woke up and after dressing up, I headed towards the library. There was an hour till breakfast so I decided to spend it while searching information for Snape’s essay.

“Hey (Y/N)! Why are you awake so early?”, Hermione’s voice ranged through the empty library.

“I just want to get something done. I don’t want to fall and spending time with Harry isn’t helping me.”, smiling I sat down next to her.

“You managed to find the truth! Only for that I will lend you my notes, but don’t tell the boys.”, we both laughed and after promising I would not each one of us continued her work.

“If we don’t hurry we will miss the breakfast. Come on.”, I packed my things and with my friend we exited the room going straight to the Great Hall.

There weren’t a lot of people but our boys were already on the Gryffindor table. Harry was reading something while Ron was eating…a lot, as usual. A smirked appeared on my face as I went to my boyfriend as quiet as I could. He was facing me with his back so I used this opportunity to cover his eyes, well specifically his glasses. The boy jumped due to being surprised. His hands left the newspaper and touched mine trying to identify the person messing with him.

“(Y/n)!”, my boyfriend exclaimed seconds later and turned around to face me. There was a smile on his face which caused me to smile, too. I sat down next to him placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t tell me you are still reading those lies.”, I took the newspaper from his hands but Hermione did the same to me, making the research instead of us.

“Well, you were late, so we had to take it.”

“You two are disgusting.”, Ron noted as he continued to eat.

“You will be too when you find a girl, oh my pardon, if you find a girl.”, Hermione retorted as she closed the paper and put it in her back.

We all laughed while Ron gave Granger a dead look.

“What are we doing tonight?”, although it seemed as an ordinary question, it wasn’t. Since some weeks, we were training spells in out secret group, or so called D.A.

“We have a studying session at 8 pm. as always (Y/n), how can you forget about it?”

“Oh, sorry Harry but when I see you I forget everything.”, we usually played this game of being so in love only to make no suspicions but we did enjoyed it, it always amused us.

After we finished our lunch we went to the lake. The weather was fantastic and neither one of us wanted to spend the whole day locked in the castle. We sat down next to a tree trying to stay in its shadow and began doing our homework. I can’t say we desired to do it but there was a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss it because of stupid two meters long essays. Harry and Ron were complaining instead of working, Hermione used her energy to quarrel with Ron while I and Harry laughed at their ‘family problems’. The time was passing by and soon dinner came. After we were done, we agreed to go to the Required room separated so Umbridge won’t be able to catch us.

“What are you going to teach me today, Mr. Potter?”, I teased my boyfriend as we were heading towards our wanted direction.

“Someone is eager for knowledge? You should spend less time with Hermione.”

“Oh, shut up!”, I punched him slightly and laughed, “You are just jealous that I’m coping with school, while you might be failing.”

“That huts. That’s it! You made me cry, what kind of a girlfriend are you?”

“Come here and let me kiss you, you’ll feel better.”, leaning closer we shared a kiss that would had definitely turned out in a heated one if it wasn’t somebody’s cough to make us separate.

“Hey there lovebirds! You can continue that later, we have a work now.”, Fred Weasley smirked and entered the Required room. We followed his actions.

This time Harry showed us some others spells. I was with Neville who surprisingly was doing much better than me. I was doing well to be honest, practicing with Ginny, Ron, Harry, but maybe like 30 minutes later I didn’t fail to notice something. Cho Chang, a ravenclaw girl Harry used to like in his fourth year, was now watching my boyfriend carefully, trying to get his attention. That made me mad and that’s why I got hit my Neville’s spell that paralyzed me for a moment.

“I hit her, I did it!”, Neville screamed at top of his lungs happily, “Sorry (Y/n).” He then came closer and helped me stand.

“No problems. I am happy you did it, Neville.”, he was so happy that I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t paying enough attention to block the spell.

No matter what I did afterwards was, to put it mildly, horrible. I tried to practice but my eyes were glancing and Cho and Harry. I knew he was helping her but I didn’t like she was doing poor just for his attention. Harry was observing everybody and when he saw my actions he came closer and gave Neville time for a rest.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”, I could read the care in his eyes and it made me feel a little better. Besides everything Harry was with me, not with her.

“I’m fine now.”

“If you wanted to train with me you could have just asked.”

Till the end of the lesson I was actually getting more and more capable of using the new spells. Deep inside me I felt pleasure to show Cho I was better that her. When the ‘class’ was over we were heading out by three. I wanted to stay and help Harry to clean but he refused, telling I’d better go and rest. I listened to him and left the room with Hermione and a tall Hufflepuff boy. We were already on the stairs when I realized I had forgotten my barrette.

“Wait for me, I’ll be back in a minute.”, after notifying Hermione I ran upstairs.

The door was slightly open. Cursing the stupid people who left it that way I entered the room but stopped where I was. My eyes widen when I saw Harry and Cho kissing in front of me. She had put one of her hands on his face, while Harry had placed his hands on her both sides. My eyes were filled with tears by now.

“How could you?”, was the only thing my mouth let out. I felt a strange feeling in my throat, not letting me to breathe or talk anymore. Harry and Cho jumped away from each other, both looking at me as a deer looking at the headlights coming towards her.

“(Y/n), I-”

“Don’t!”

I exited the room and ran in some direction not caring where I was going. Suddenly I felt somebody grabbing my hand and spinning me around. It was Harry with his messy hair and sad face.

“Stop.”, he said softly.

“Let me go, please. Let me go!”, I managed to find my voice again and screamed at him.

“It’s not what it seems.”

“Oh, really? Because it seems you still love Cho and was messing with me the whole time!”, he didn’t know what to say, he did try but nothing came out, “Have you ever loved me, Harry? Have you?”

“Of course I have, I still do.”

“Do not lie to me! Do not!”, licking his lips, the boy was about to talk but I interrupted him, “I cannot believe you used me like this.”

“I-I didn’t, I-”

“Are you sure because stuttering like this now shows me I am right.”, I bit my lips trying to prevent the others tears to roll down my face, “Look at me, look at my eyes and say you did not use me to forget Cho or to fucking make her jealous! Look at me for god’s sake and say it!”

But the boy was still looking at his feet ashamed.

“I loved you, Harry. Everything I have ever said was true. I showed you my feelings, I gave you my heart…and for what? To be your little toy!? To be the girl you would go to if Cho didn’t like you back?! To be the second option?! Fuck you Harry!”, I screamed at his face, spun around on my heels and attempted to get away from him.

“No, (Y/n), wait!”

“Don’t you dare touch me again or call me, Potter. Don’t you dare!”, this time my voice was low, almost calmly but I felt how he trembled from it. I didn’t mean to threaten him but his presence was no longer wanted around me.  

After minutes of walking I ended in the Astronomy tower. I sat down and let myself cry out all the pain inside me. How could he do this to me? I believed him when everybody thought he was a liar, I was beside him every time he was bullied…and what did I get? A knife in the back! As I was sobbing a voice spoke beside me.

“I see there are troubles in heaven, huh?”

“What do you want Draco? I am not in the mood for your stupid jokes”, but as soon as I turned to face him, his expression changed. With some steps he came next to me and kneeled down.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that serious.”, he spoke with a soft and caring voice, something I’d never thought I would hear from him.

“Don’t act as you care.”

“I do care if you haven’t noticed, darling.”

Looking at him, especially at his eyes, some moments ran through my mind. He had always been good to me, never saying bad about me, helping me in Potions, not gloating when I fail… For the first time I felt I could tell him what happened, what I was feeling and he would care about it. All those small details were showing something deeper and complicated to be explained.

“I-Ha-Harry cheated on m-me.”, saying those words out made me sob again. Draco wrapped his hand around me, getting me closer for a hug.

“Hey, look at me.”, with his forefinger he lifted my chin up so now I was facing him, “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” He remover some of them, “He doesn’t deserve your love. You have to stand up, smile and show him what he has missed. Show him you are happier without him. You are the one who deserves better – somebody who would do anything for you, and by anything I really mean anything. You are so kind, funny, just amazing. I cannot explain it but each time I see you, my mood changes. I become more gleeful just because of hearing your voice, laugh or seeing the spark of joy in your eyes. You deserve somebody that can make you feel the same way you make me feel… ”

Without thinking I leaned closer and connected our lips. The kiss was salty due to my tears but was enough to make me feel butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t feel it only with my body; I felt it with my soul. It warmed me up, made me feel loved. That kiss wasn’t like the kisses I’d shared with Harry. It was kind of passionate but showing things that could hardly be explained even from the hand of a skillful poet. It was something not to read about but to feel it.

“I’ve never thought you could be showing such emotions.”

“Love makes miracles with everybody, darling.”, he smiled and leaned for another kiss.  

Day One

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,116

A/N: Well, I was inspired. Get ready for a new series. I don’t know how long it will be, but this should be fun. I love feedback, and as always, enjoy.


It was finally Homecoming Week at school and you were actually excited for it. You had already talked to your friends, Ned, Michelle and Peter, about dressing up for the different days. You had become close friends with those three throughout your freshman year, and you were thankful for that. You were especially thankful for Peter because he was probably your closest friend out of the three because you both lived in the same apartment complex. You always planned movie nights at each other’s places every Friday evening when there wasn’t a big exam the following Monday. You both probably had way too many inside jokes that annoyed Ned and Michelle when you both would laugh at what it would be to seem nothing. Everyone thought that you and him would be a great couple, but you always denied it because Peter was infatuated with Liz Allan, who was a senior, the smartest girl in school and the prettiest, even if you did have a slight crush on your best friend.

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Hi! This is just an idea if your interested, can you do a Phan smut where dan and Phil are best friends and had grown up together and one night ( they're both 17 or 18 or something ) phil calls dan and starts out really awkwardly initiating phone sex like " what are you wearing " and they're both kind of giggling in the beginning but then it kind of gets more serious and phil kind of just describes how he would fuck dan until they cum..? This would be rly great 👌👌

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Phil smiled when his phone rang, rolling his eyes and reaching over to his bedside table to grab it. He knew who it was before he even looked.

Dan, his best friend of seven years, was calling him. He did this every night, since Phil left their home town to go to a private school about an hour drive away. Dan insisted on staying, fancy boarding school wasn’t for him, he didn’t want the stress, but it didn’t stop him from missing his best friend.

“Hi,” Phil muttered into the phone, slightly breathlessly, flopping back on his bed. He could hear Dan smile.

“Hey Phil,” he answered, and Phil could tell he was relaxing. That happened for him too; just hearing Dan’s voice helped him release the stress of the day.

“How was your day?” The other boy asked through the phone, his voice soft.

“Oh, it was alright,” Phil muttered, sighing and running his fingers through his already messy hair. “I have a lot of homework, believe me.”

“I can imagine,” Dan chuckled.

“Still going to those parties?”

“Yeah… I’ve got nothing better to do since you’re gone.”

Phil sighed.

“Christ, Dan, you can’t keep throwing your time away like this. You have potential for so much more.”

“You’ve said.”

“Because I believe it.” Phil stretched his arm above his head, spreading out on the bed to get more comfortable. “Sorry, just… I’m worried about you.”

“I know.” Dan took a deep breath, and went quiet. It was moments like these when Phil wished he was there, laying next to him, listening to him breathe. Maybe he was just being clingy.

“So…” Dan started in a lighter tone, breathing out a laugh. “What are you wearing, Lester?” He asked in mock seduction.

Phil rolled his eyes, slapping his hand over his forehead.

“We’re doing this, are we?”

“Why not?” Dan laughed. “You scared?”

Phil snorted. “Of what, your fashion judging abilities?”

“Just answer the question, dingus.”

“Hmm,” Phil hummed, looking down at himself. “Just blue boxers, at the moment. And a red button up.”

Dan tsked. “Not matching? I thought you were better than this, Phil.“ 

"Who are you, the fashion police?” He grumbled, and laughed. “Leave me alone, Dan, I can dress myself how I’d like.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“What are you wearing, then?” Phil asked in an attempt at a seductive tone.

Dan chuckled breathily. “Nothing.”

“Yeah? Pic or it didn’t happen.”

Dan giggled. “You want a picture?”

“Kinda,” Phil muttered under his breath. He had seen Dan naked before, it wasn’t a big deal, and it comforted him that they were close enough to talk like this without it being uncomfortable.

“Oh, is Phil admitting his true feelings after all these years?” Dan asked teasingly, and Phil could hear him shift on the bed.

“Shut up, Howell. Don’t push it.”

“Or… what?” Dan hummed. “You’ll… punish me?”

The tone in Dan’s voice had changed, and it shocked through Phil’s stomach like lightning.

“Quit it.”

“Why? Am I turning you on?” Phil could almost hear Dan’s dumb smirk. “I bet you’re so hard right now, just from my voice.”

Jesus.

“Dan.”

“I bet you wanna fuck me right now, hm?” He asked slowly, and Phil didn’t hear the tell tale signs that he was joking in his tone anymore. He sounded serious. “I bet you’d love to pin me to your bed and make me beg right about now…” shit. Something in Phil snapped.

“Daniel.” Phil growled. “God, I forgot what a brat you are. If I was there and you were talking like this I’d already have you against the wall, screaming.”

There was silence from the other side of the moment, just breathing.

“…Well, shit,” Dan muttered, his breath hitching. “Damn, Phil.” He paused. “…If y-you were here, what would you d-do..? For real.”

Now Phil was smirking, and he found himself reaching down to adjust his boxers, as suddenly they were a bit uncomfortable.

“I think I just answered that,” Phil breathed. “I’d have you on your back in seconds, begging for me. Begging for my cock.” Phil hummed, rubbing gently at his bulge through the cloth. “You’d do that, wouldn’t you, Daniel?”

“Hell yes,” Dan breathed back. “Fuck, I’d moan so loud for you.”

That went straight to Phil’s dick, and he tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them over his hard on and sliding them down his hips. He shuddered, brushing his fingertips over his length. He heard a whimper through the phone.

“Are you touching yourself?” Phil muttered, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Touching yourself to the sound of my voice like a slut?”

He was too far now, letting out a groan as his thumb swiped over his slit.

“Y-Yes…” Dan muttered. “Fuck, Phil, keep talking…”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, being filled up by my cock… I bet you’d love to ride me, grinding down on me like such a good boy…”

Dan whined loudly, and Phil’s eyes widened. He sounded like an angel, why hadn’t they done this before? It felt wrong, jerking himself off to his best friends moans, but he honestly didn’t care.

“I bet you’re so pretty like that, baby, you sound like a bloody angel. God, I wanna fuck you so hard.” Phil was just babbling now, letting soft groans and whimpers slip from his lips, his breathing ragged.

“Jesus, P-Phil…” Dan gasped, his voice breaking and Jesus fuck he sounded so beautiful.

“I’m c-close…” Phil breathed, throwing his head back and biting down on his bottom lip to keep from letting out an embarrassing noise.

“Me too, fuck.”

Phil tried to imagine how Dan looked at this moment, his hair messy and his hips jerking up to meet his hand, his eyes glassy and fucked out. Jesus.

“God, moan for me Dan, fuckfuckfuck you’d look so gorgeous with my cum all over your pretty face…”

“Ah-!” Dan moaned loudly, turning into a whine and getting high pitched and broken at the end, and it sent Phil over the edge. He jerked one more time, groaning and coming all over his shirt.

They were quiet for a solid minute, but Phil could hear Dan’s ragged breathing, and holy shit, he probably looked so beautiful.

“That’s not weird, is it?” Dan asked finally, the laughter back to his voice. “Getting off to your friends voice?”

“Nah,” Phil answered, chuckling and running his fingers through his hair.

Silence.

“I should probably… clean this up…” Dan muttered, and Phil could almost see him blushing. He grinned.

“Yeah, me too…” he paused. “Dan?”

“Yeah..?”

“I miss you.” He breathed. Breathy laughter echoed from the phone.

“I miss you too.”

“Call you tomorrow?”

“Definitely.”

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“You are my dearest friend,
my deepest love, you are
the best of me.”
—Nicholas Sparks

It’s somehow always been Archie.

Since they were kids, him watching Betty give her extra stick of gum to his red-headed best friend, to the doting gaze she started to develop well into their middle school and then high school years, Jughead had seen the movies, heard the stories and yet, here he was, witnessing the sad and pathetic view of unrequited love.

Betty loves Archie, Archie loves Veronica, and Veronica loves anything with shine or sparkle. And Jughead? He loves food.

Food is simple. Uncomplicated.

You eat it, you feel good. Simple.

What’s not simple? The feeling arising in his stomach after witnessing a teary-eyed Betty Cooper hiding behind the duper at Pop’s one breezy evening in July.

She’s wearing a white summer dress and her lips look darker today, like the cherries he loves to pluck off his milkshakes. But it’s her eyes that make him pause; they’re vibrant blue, like the crashing waves he feels rumbling around in his stomach right now.

Okay, sure. He likes Betty Cooper as well. But he knows the chances of her returning his feelings are leveled with that of him becoming a vegan. Slim to none.

See? Sad and pathetic unrequited love.

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Mr. Darcy- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: While undercover at a school in New York, Tom falls for the pretty valedictorian and his partner for an English project.

Word Count: 3070

A/N: 3000 and several months later, I finally published another one shot!!! Yay! I’m not dead yet!

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“I can’t believe it- I’m literally going back to high school.” Tom muttered angrily before biting into his toast for breakfast.

“Hey, you wanted to play Spiderman.” Harrison said, taking a sip of his tea.

“I know, but I didn’t think Marvel would legitimately send me to an American high school.”

As Harrison went to respond, his phone lit up, “Well, I got to go. Have fun at school, Stanley Osterfield.” He ruffled Tom’s hair playfully before leaving the room to answer his phone. Tom let out another huff of annoyance as he finished his meal. He fixed his hair in the bathroom mirror and grabbed his backpack, before heading out the door to his first day at an American high school.

~~~

Your AP Physics C instructor droned on about how magnetic fields are created as you drifted off into space. Just as your eyes were beginning to shut, the door squeaked open and a brown-haired boy walked in.

“I’m sorry. I got lost.” He said, handing Mr. Smith a pass. The teacher glanced down at him, then peered back up at the teenager.

“Transfer, eh?” Mr. Smith tossed the paper on the desk, “Take a seat in the back, next to Lucas.”

“Okay.” The boy said and began to walk to the back of the classroom. You, along with your classmates, stared at him as he walked; all of you wondering how-how he managed to get into the Bronx School of Science and Engineering at this point of the year. No one new had arrived since freshman year, so why suddenly in your senior year is someone knew arriving? He must be brilliant, in order to have bypassed all the tests and the waiting lists. You had a strange feeling about him. He looked all too familiar; when he passed by you and his brown eyes caught yours, you could’ve sworn you’d seen them before.

Your instructor continued with his lecture, acting as if he wasn’t questioning the arrival of a new student.

~~~

Four classes later, you saw him again. The new kid, Stan if you had heard the rumor properly, was in your physics class as well as your AP Literature and Composition class. This time, however, he wasn’t late, which seemed to please Ms. Hall.

“The AP Literature and Composition test is based upon your ability to analyze pieces of literature.” Ms. Hall spoke as she passed around a yellow sheet of paper with black printing on it, “For this project, you will be reading a classic novel and film a short movie based upon it. I will assign you a partner to work with on this project, as well as a book for it.” She then rattled off names in partners, calling you out last, “Y/N and Stanley, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” You immediately looked over at the new boy. He simply pulled his beanie down lower and kept his head hidden in his arms.

Class continued as normal with no further discussion about the film project. After class, you went over to Ms. Hall’s desk to ask her about your partner.

“Y/N, are you here to ask why I partnered you with the new student?” She said before you managed to get a word out. You nodded sheepishly, “I did it because you are the valedictorian and my brightest student. I know you will do well on the project and I know that you will also manage to help him get comfortable in this school.”

“Okay. I think it will be fine. And, Ms. Hall, I am not valedictorian yet.”

“You’ve always been so modest. You will be valedictorian-I’m quite sure of it.” She smiled at you, “Have a good afternoon.”

“You too, Ms. Hall.” You replied, exiting the classroom. You headed straight for your locker to drop off your textbooks, so that you could head home.

“Excuse me, do you know where the library is?” You heard someone question. You turned around and were met with the eyes of Stanley.

“It’s on the other side of that building. You just walk down that hallway, through both sets of doors, and you’ll be there.” You explained.

“Right. Thank you.” When he turned to leave, you stopped him.

“You’re Stanley, right? The new student?” You said.

“Yes, that’s me.” He turned back around to face you.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, your partner for the English assignment.” You held your hand out for him to shake.

“Stanley Osterfield, but you can call me Stan.” He replied, shaking your hand with a smile.

“What are you off to the library for?”

“Textbooks-and also Pride and Prejudice.”

“If you give me a minute, I’ll walk with you. I need Pride and Prejudice as well.”

“Oh okay.” Stan said, waiting for you as you finished up at your locker.

“I have a copy of it, but I’m afraid my sister took it back to Florida, so I’ll most likely never get it back.”

“So you’ve read it before?” He asked as you both headed down the hallway towards the library.

“Yes, it’s one of my favorites. I’ve always been a fan of classical literature, especially novels from the U.K.”

“Have you ever been?”

“To the U.K.?” You questioned and he nodded, “Never, but I’m hoping to study at University College London next year.”

“UCL? Isn’t it hard to get into?”

“I suppose, but I’m hopeful.”

“Well, you’ll love it there. I’ve been to the U.K. quite a few times and it’s great.”

“Do you have family there?” You asked and Tom laughed with a nod.

“Yes, yes I do.” He responded as he held the library door open for you.

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“So, Stan, how was your first day of school?” Harrison asked when the front door of his shared apartment with Tom opened that afternoon. He had been sitting on the couch, watching TV while eating chips.

“Boring and long.” He stated, dropping his backpack and books off on the dining room table.

“Make any friends?”

“No; besides, I’m only here for a month.” He stole the bag of chips from Harrison on his way to his room.

“What are all the numbers on your hand then?” Harrison called after Tom.

“Homework.” He responded as he shut the door between them. Tom looked down at his hand where the numbers were written. He hadn’t meant to make friends, but he somehow had become acquainted with you on his first day. He didn’t refuse when you offered to give him your number, so that you could communicate for the project. He continued to tell himself that it was for a project and not for any sort of relationship.

~~~

A few weeks later:

“Stan, I’m serious. The project is due next week and we still have to film and edit it. When will you be open?” You questioned as the two of you walked down the school hallway. Tom kept joking around and you could see that he was far from taking this project seriously.

“I can do whenever. I haven’t got any plans this weekend.”

“Ok, so we’ll film at my place tomorrow. And then you are going to study for that physics test.”

“But physics is boring.” He whined as you opened your locker.

“Oh well. You need to pass this test.”

“But it’s so hard. I don’t understand anything.”

“I really have no clue how you got into this school. You don’t know a thing about science at all.”

“I know Newton’s three laws.”

“Stan, everyone knows that.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at him.

“I’m an idiot, but that’s why I have you-the smartest girl in school- to help me.” He smiled as the bell rang.

“I’ll see you in second period.”

“See you then.” He replied as he took off to make it to class. You sighed as you closed your locker. At least it was a Friday.

~~~

“Are we doing British accents or not?”

“I can work with British.” Tom said, switching into his normal accent, as you two carried on up a small hill, where you’d begin filming.

“You definitely have spent a lot of time in England for your accent to be that good. I don’t know many Americans who can talk like that.” You laughed.

“I’ve had practice. Your turn.”

“Yeah, I think we’re going to stay with normal American accents because my British accent is terrible.” You stated, setting up the camera on a tripod.

“Alright, we’ll do American accents. Might make it less legit.” Tom said, making you shrug.

“I just want to get this over with. Ready, Mr. Darcy?” You asked.

“Always, Miss Bennet.”

“Let’s start it then.” You pressed play on the camera and got into position in front of Tom.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You said.

“Nor I. My aunt-”

“Yes, she was here.”

“How could I ever make amends for such behavior?”

“After what you have done for Lydia and I suspect Jane also, it is I who should be making amends.” Tom stepped closer to you, prepared for Darcy’s speech.

“You must know, surely you must know, it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.” He stepped closer to you once more, “If, however, your feelings have changed, I would have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” He delivered the lines with such ease and fluidity that you stood frozen, staring into his big brown eyes, completing forgetting about the rest of the world.

“Y/N.” He mumbled, causing you to snap out of your trance.

“Right! My line!”

“Were you distracted?” Tom teased as you went to stop the camera.

“No, what makes you say that?”

“You just kind of zoned out staring at me. Does that mean I’m a good Darcy?” He asked and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Let’s run it again.”

“Can you handle that?”

“I’m fine. I just forgot my line. That’s all.”

You ran through the scene a few more times and each time you were amazed by Tom. As you were packing up you camera, your stomach growled at you.

“Are you hungry? We can go get something to eat.” Tom asked, putting on his sunglasses, despite it being overcast.

“Sure. Where do you want to go?”

“I know this amazing taco place not too far from here.”

“Sounds good to me.” You shrugged, zipping up your camera bag. Tom took your hand, leading you through the park to the taco place, which turned out to be a taco truck.

“When you said amazing, I was thinking fancy restaurant.” You laughed, taking a bite of your taco.

“Is this not fancy?” Tom asked, accidentally slipping into his British accent.

“I still can’t believe you can speak with a good British accent.” You stated.

“I’ll have to take you there someday.”

“Take me where?”

“England.”

“I can’t afford a spontaneous trip to England, Stan.”

“True, because you’ll be going there next year.”

“I haven’t gotten my acceptance letter yet. I’m starting to get worried.”

“If you don’t get in to UCL, that’s okay. You’ve got a handful of other brilliant colleges waiting for you.”

“I know, but UCL has always been my dream.”

“You’ll be fine. I believe in you.” He encouraged as your phone went off.

“Sorry, Stan, I have to go. My mom wants me home.” You stated, standing up to leave

“I’ll walk you home.” He replied, following your actions. Tom walked beside you the entire walk home as you two continued your chat.

“Well, this is me.” You said, “Thank you fro tonight, Stan. I had fun.”

“Me too.” He replied. You both awkwardly stood there for a moment, waiting for the other to make a move. You turned towards the door.

“I should go.”

“Wait.” He called out and you turned back around to him. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I like you too, Stan.”

“No,” he said, getting closer to you, “I really like you.” He repeated, leaning in to kiss you.

~~~

“How was filming?” Your sister asked you when you walked in the door.

“It was great.” You smiled, “We got everything done.”

“Seems like something more happened.” She said.

“Nothing happened. What are you watching?” You asked, looking at the TV.

“Captain America: Civil War.”

“Is Thor in it?” You asked. You’re not one to be big on superheroes, but you did have a soft spot for the God of thunder.

“No, but Spiderman and Black Panther are in it.”

“I didn’t think Spiderman was an Avenger.”

“It’s a long story. He’s about to pop up, wanna watch?”

“For a few, but I’ve got chores.” You said, sitting beside her on the couch as she played it. “Queens” was shown in big, bold letters as a song began to play.

“How was school today?” A woman off-screen asked as the camera focused on the back of a teenage boy.

“Okay. This crazy car parked outside-” he cut himself short as he saw whatever was behind the camera. You didn’t care about the plot-you cared about the character.

“Stan?”

“What?” Your sister asked.

“That’s Stan.” You said in disbelief.

“Stan? Stan who?”

“Stanley Osterfield. He’s new to my school and we’re partners for an English project.”

“That’s Tom Holland-not Stanley Osterfield.”

“They look the same and speak the same.” You pulled out your phone and searched up the unknown actor. “I don’t believe this.”

“What?”

“They are literally the same person. He’s faking it. He’s British and he’s 20.”

“Hey, Y/N, look what came today?” Your mom said, showing you an envelope with the letters UCL in bold.

“It came!” You shrieked, discarding your phone to grab the letter. You opened it with shaking hands and began to read it.

“I got in! I got in! UCL accepted me!” You exclaimed eagerly.

~~~

“Hey, Y/N.” Tom said Monday morning when he stopped by your locker, following his routine. You stayed silent, deciding to ignore him.

“I heard you got into UCL. Congratulations, I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks.” You said flatly, slamming your locker shut and beginning to walk away.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, chasing after you. When you remained silent, he questioned you more, “Is this about Saturday?”

“What are you doing here?” You replied, halting and turning to him.

“What do you mean?”

“What are you doing here? At the Bronx School of Science and Engineering? You’re not looking for a career in science or engineering. You’ve already got a career, don’t you, Tom?”

“Y/N, I have no clue what you’re talking ab-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I know you’re not Stanley Osterfield and I know you’re not even American. You’ve been lying to me-all this time.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“This far? You’re the one who kissed me the other night.” You were furious at ho he remained calm.

“I know. I’m really sorry, just please understand I never meant to hurt you. I wasn’t lying to you when I told you how I felt about you. My name and my accent was all I ever lied about. Please, believe me.”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore. I need time. Please, St-Tom, just leave me alone for a little bit.”

“I will, but please just know two things: first, tomorrow, I am going back to London and my time here will be up; and second, I love you and, as cheesy as it is, I never wish to be parted from you. I’ll leave you alone now. Goodbye, Y/N.” Tom walked away in defeat as you stood there trying to compose yourself.

~~~

The next morning, you received a text message from an unknown number, reading: ‘Y/N, you don’t know me, but I am Harrison Osterfield and, as Tom’s best friend, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’ve known Tom for many years and he’s not one to easily fall in love, but, somehow, he fell in love with you quickly. His intentions were originally to witness a New York high school first hand; then that all changed with you, on the very first day. I just wanted you to know that Tom loves everything about you. Our flight to London leaves at 9, but below is our flat address here in New York, in case you wanted to say goodbye to him.’

You sat still for a minute, deciding if you wanted to go see him off or not. Looking over at your bedside table, you saw your UCL acceptance letter sitting on top of Pride and Prejudice.

“How are you holding up, Y/N?” Your mom asked, walking into your room.

“I don’t know what to do. For the first time in my life, I’m utterly clueless. I’m upset that he didn’t tell me the truth, but I think I love him, mom.”

“Elizabeth Bennet gave Mr. Darcy another chance. Maybe Tom is your Mr. Darcy.”

“His flight is leaving soon, but I’ve got school.” You told her.

“Quit making excuses and go. Go find your Darcy.” She said and you smiled, racing out of the house.

You arrived at the complex and breathlessly knocked on the door. After a moment, it opened to a surprised Tom.

“Y/N, what’re you doing here?” He asked.

“I came to stop my Darcy from leaving me.” You said, causing a silly smile to form on his face.

“Your Darcy?”

“If you’ll still accept me as your Elizabeth, that is.”

“Your affections and wishes have changed?”

“Very much so.” You said, taking his hands in yours, “You’re hands are cold.” He laughed in reply.

“Are you two going to continue being nerds or are you going to kiss?”

“That’s Harrison.”

“I know.” You laughed, “And he’s right. We should kiss.”

“Yes we should.” Tom said, before giving you a kiss.

2

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 4.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Are You Jealous?

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse)
Summary:
Negan and Simon see you having coffee with one of your classmates.
Word Count: 7,618
Warning: SMUT!!! (Angry sex, masturbation, voyeurism, and dirty talk)
Author’s Note: Man, oh man. I am having so much fun writing this. I hope everyone that is reading this is enjoying it just as much as I am writing it!! Enjoy!!! :)

Taglist: @oceaninwinter

(GIF Source: @mark-hamil || @rottenwasp)

After a week of non-stop working at both bars, it was finally your day off. Negan and Simon made your second job much easier and you quickly learned all the drinks at Simon’s bar. Business was booming in both businesses and it seemed like the ongoing feud between Chris and Simon was slowly dissipating.

You managed to sleep in until ten-thirty in the morning. As usual, you reached for your phone to look through your emails and unread text messages. Your classmate in one of your classes had sent a message to meet up later today for a cup of coffee. You agreed.

Though, as you continued to read through your messages, you noticed the group chat that you shared with Negan and Simon. It seemed like both men had sent pictures to you. You giggled, simply because Negan and Simon taking photos of their breakfast was a bit hilarious.

Negan: Breakfast is fucking served.
Simon: Omelette? That’s what you made?
Negan: What the fuck did you make then?
Simon: [picture message sent]
Negan: Pancakes? What the fuck? Who do you think you are? Gordon Ramsay?
Simon: A woman loves a man who can cook.
Negan: I can fucking cook!

You laughed quietly, deciding to send both men a photo of you lying in your bed. You were lying on your side, a pillow covering half of your face and the blanket up to your shoulders. Awaiting their reply, you decided to stretch your limbs before climbing out of bed to make yourself a cup of coffee.

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You’ve Got A Friend In Me

Originally posted by v-writings

Prompt: hey so I really liked the previous fix of tony’s daughter being the reader and being picked on. Any chance you could write another thing similar to that but it’s that she’s new to his school and has always had trouble making friends and after the whole thing with the accords, she feels more isolated and Peter becomes her buddy?

Word Count: 922

A./N: I’m so so sorry this is so late! I’m probably going to go looking for members because I have too much going on at school to keep these coming out in a timely manner. I apologize again! I love you :) 

You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders, taking a deep breath before you pushed your way past the bodies in the crowded hallway. Needless to say, you were nervous as hell. Kids in high school weren’t always the nicest, and despite being a Stark, making friends wasn’t at all your forte. You were too introverted for your own good, and your method of making friends consisted of you waiting for an extrovert to take you under their wing. Starting at a new school a month in wasn’t helping your case either. You clutched your schedule in one hand, desperately hoping you would find your classroom before the bell rang. You were so frazzled, you didn’t; realize that someone was trying to talk to you. You looked up and were greeted by a boy, he was taller than you, with messy brown hair and a shy smile.

You didn’t say anything, so he spoke first. “Are you new? You look kind of lost.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m looking for AP bio with Woolfsen.”

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Secret Admirer

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,317

Request: by anon! ‘Hello, may I request a oneshot where your boyfriend Bucky finds out somebody has been sending you love letters and gifts and confronts them? Angsty, jealous!Bucky, fluff, and all the good stuff c:’

A/N: Anon, I hope you like this one! I quite like how it turned out! thank you for the request and feedback is as always greatly appreciated! <3


“Bucky!” you squealed in excitement and jumped up to hug him. He smiled brightly at your reaction and hugged back, walking the both of you into your apartment.

“I can’t believe you’re here” you mumbled into his neck, trying to hold him closer as you snuggled into him. He chuckled, lifting you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso. He easily walked around with you and sat down on the couch. Pulling back, you took his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Ugh I missed you so much” you kept pecking his lips and he smiled against yours, bringing his metal hand to the back of your head to hold you steady as he deepened the kiss. You followed his lead without hesitation. Bucky’s hands roamed your waist and he pulled your shirt over your head. The split second you had to part made you realize you had completely forgotten what you had been doing before Bucky had shown up at your apartment door.

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You’ll Be Fine

Request: hello friend!!! Could you please do a sister!reader fic where Sams in college and reader is about 15-16 and its it first day of highschool. Shes like really nervous and dean conforts her and stuff. She find a quick salt and burn with the guy she sits next to? Idk i thought of a whole story but i think you could write it better, thanks soooooo much!!! @rosiesstanderds

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have been dying at college. I hope you enjoy this!! And again, I am sorry I have been dead to the world for like months.

Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, John Winchester, OC, Sam (mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, mention of blood/gore, sadness, let me know if i missed anything!

Tagging: @percussiongirl2017 @leenasleena-blog @winchesters-favorite-girl

Originally posted by dontlookatmeitwashim

Another stupid day. Another moment where you wake up and forget for a second that Sam is gone, that he left you and Dean, and won’t even answer your texts or phone calls. Another stupid hunt. Another week or two of wondering if Dad is okay, if he is alive. Another stupid school. Another month of hearing Dean complain that Dad left him behind on this hunt to watch poor little old you.

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anonymous asked:

can i have a s/o begin silly with Zenyatta, reaper, mcree using their catchphrase something like: zenyatta is kinda sad and s/o say "come here and Experience Tranquility" with open arms, the reaper s/o trying to sneak up on reaper(failing miserably) and saying "death comes" in most sweet tone, and mcree... i have no idea :D maybe the s/o answering the time saying "its high noon"?

Zenyatta


It’s not often that Zenyatta admits to being sad. Every negative emotion is carefully weighed and judged by its usefulness. Grieving for Mondatta is deemed worthy of being expressed, both to validate others’ feelings and to show respect to his old friend.

But there is no sense in being a burden to his loved ones for something as inconsequential as a moodswing, and so he pretends that nothing is amiss when he greets you and your current hosts, an omnic couple who are honored by having Zenyatta stay with them, that morning over breakfast only you are actually eating.

“These are the best pancakes I ever had.” you claim. They’re really not but your hosts have been so self conscious over their cooking you have to reassure them somehow. And really, considering they don’t need nutrients themselves they’ve not being doing that bad a job.

“We can bring the leftovers for you to ‘snack on’ later.” Zenyatta says and it’s as endearing as ever to hear him use terminology that is exclusively human. Omnics don’t snack, but he adores the concept of humans eating just for pleasure as much as you adore him sometimes losing control of his limbs when he devotes too much of his mind to his philosophising and forgets he has a physical body to maintain.

Shortly after breakfast you set out towards the local community center, to help out with whatever needs doing and forming new connections while you’re at it. Working with people is such an integral part of Zenyatta’s life you couldn’t get around it if you wanted. He talks to humans and omnics and makes no differences between the two and knows their needs like he knows his own. Better than his own even.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it?” you say over mid-morning pancakes, between helping a young single mother with her newborn and school children with their homework, something they’ll often not have at home.

“All is well.” he says and that’s when you know he’s upset. Usually he wouldn’t have missed the chance to make a quip about the world in general having something wrong with it.

“Spit it out.”

His shoulders sag and he gives up the pretense of happiness.

“I suffered a bad dream last night, nothing more. I do not wish to wallow in it. Or talk about it.” he adds when you open your mouth to ask about the contents of his dream.

“Fair enough.” you say, pulling out a pen from your bag and writing on the back of your hand, without letting him see.

“I guess sometimes you really just have to move on and … “ you pause for effect long enough until he knows you’re going to make a bad joke of the kind he’ll never get enough of. “… embrace tranquility.”

You show your hand, tranquility written on it, and Zenyatta laughs so hard his voicebox glitches. He hugs you, hiccuping through his giggles, bad mood all but forgotten.

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Mother and daughter ( jughead X reader)

Jughead X Jughead X jellybean

Wordcount: 1472

Warning : NONE

Request : no, my idea.

A/N : okay so basically I was day dreaming today and this topic came to mind… random i know but, i have to say i love this!! I hope you guys do too! JEALLYBEAN BETTER COME SOON! I NEED TO SEE JUGHEAD AS BIG BROTHER!!!!!

As always, sorry for any spelling and grammar errors. :)

ENJOY.

Originally posted by mallverine



Currently I sat in the kitchen of Jughead’s dad’s house. To say it was a dump is an understanding, considering FP has bottles everywhere… Jughead and I just came back from school, most of the time Jughead and I would go Pop’s after school but i suggested i cook for him and jellybean.

“ Why do you insist on cooking for JB and I, i could easily buy Us all something to eat.” Jughead asks with confusion laced in his voice.

“ Juggie, you and Jellybean don’t have home cooked meals ever since your mother left . Not to mention that FP is never around, and when he is, he’s drunk. So I’ve made it my priority that you and JB eat at least healthy.” I answer him while checking the oven to make sure i don’t over cook the chicken .

When i get up from my bent position and turn back to look at Jughead. I find Jughead giving me a small smile with a whisper of a “thank you.“ I smile back and return to making our food… suddenly the sound of the front door slamming open is heard, indicating that either FP or Jellybean have arrived. Seconds later a small figure of a young girl with raven hair like Jughead’s walks in with a look of sadness on her face.

“JB, what’s wrong?” Both Jughead and i ask together, but the only response we get is her handing us a white paper. I grab the paper and read over the words. “You’re invited to the mother and daughter day tomorrow! Wear your best dresses and dancing shoes.” Automatically it hits me like a ton of bricks, I look at Jughead and notice that a sad look has also taken over his face. Wanting to change the mood I say food is ready.

“ Well JB I made something that will turn that frown upside down, guess what I’ve made for us to eat.”

Jellybean looks at me and starts to guess the way i do during tests. “Is it Mac n Cheese, Pizza, spaghetti, salmon… WAIT, is it the roasted chicken with the potatoes under it?”

I nod my head and move to the oven to take out the chicken. I place it on the set table and start to give everyone their pieces. Jellybean now has a smile on her face as she munches away on her plate of chicken. “Y/N/N, can you cook for Juggie and I all the time? I like your cooking more than eating from a frozen box or Pop’s.”

“ If that’s what you want, i have no problem. Just tell me a day before what you want to eat, that way I can buy the things for the meal.”

An hour has passed and we’re all done eating. Jughead sent Jellybean to do her homework and i tell her that if she needs help that she should call me. Of course Jughead has to tell me that i don’t need to help her but she’s family to me.

“Y/N, what am i going to do? Jellybean should not have to worry about this, our mother should be here and take her. Don’t take this the wrong way Y/N/N, but my mom should be the one cooking for us and helping Jellybean, not you. If we were to be living together, just Jellybean, you and I, people would think we’re her parents. My dad doesn’t even bother to attend any of her parent meetings, school plays or even her soccer games! It’s always me and you.. Never Dad and mom.” He speaks with anger as he pulls off his beanie from his head from frustration.

“ Juggie, don’t worry about it. Besides i don’t mind being there for you guys, just like you’ve been there for me when my dad left me… You just gave me a plan, what if i acted as if I’m Jellybean’s mom? I could skip school tomorrow and go with her.”

“Y/N, you’ve never missed a day of school, and you shouldn’t have to feel like you have a responsibility to do this! You’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t have to worry about me or Jellybean.”

Ignore him and stick to my plan, i get up from where I’m sitting and look at Jughead dead in the eye and say “ i said You’re my family and I’m going tomorrow whether you like it or not. Don’t tell Jellybean.” I hug jughead and run to Jellybeans room to tell her I’m leaving, she hugs me and tells me good bye. I walk home and get ready for bed because tomorrow will be A long day


My clock shows 6:30 A.M. I get out of bed to do my business and start to look through my outfits to find the perfect dress. I end up grabbing a tiffany colored flowy dress with a pair a white ballerina shoes. I apply my makeup, which is very light and just stuff my outfit and things in a bag. I run down to my kitchen to grab some pancake mix with some eggs and put them in another bag. I run out my house and walk towards Jughead’s home, once I arrive I pull out the extra key that Jughead gave me and walk into the house. I walk to the kitchen and start to make our breakfast, I try to make very little sound but no matter how quiet I am Jughead will always find me.

“What are you doing (Y/N/N)? Jughead asks with a groggy voice.

“ nothing just thought I’d look at the stove, what does it look like?” i answer back with a hit of sarcasm.

Jughead laughs and tells me that he’s going to wake up Jellybean. Not 3 minutes later Jellybean is running towards me with full speed. “Y/N/N! You’re making us breakfast!”

I nod my head and turn back to the pancake on the stove and flip it before it burns. Soon all of us are eating on the table. Once we finish our food, i tell jellybean to get dressed in a dress and I’ll be there to do her hair soon. At first she’s confused but her face lights up as if i told her she’s getting a puppy. “Y/N are you taking me to school today, for the mother and daughter thing?!”

I tell her yes and she runs to me and hugs me as she cries.

“JB, don’t cry! Please, then you’ll make me cry and then I’ll mess up my makeup!” i joke as i rub her back trying to get her to calm down.

Jellybean pulls away and runs to her room as she starts to pick out her dress. I turn to Jughead and tell him i need to go change into my dress, he tells me to change in his room while he cleans the kitchen. When I’m done with getting ready I let my hair down and just leave it natural, i walk to Jellybean’s room and find her ready. I Fix her hair as promised.. It takes time since she wanted me to make her a fishtale braid, while i was doing her hair she starts to talk.

“ Y/N/N, Juggie always tells me that he likes you a lot.”

“ And I like him too JB, he’s my best friend.” Jellybean laughs and shakes her head.

“ No! He likes you, like he likes you, likes you.. He always says that if there was one girl he would marry it would be you… Don’t tell Juggie i told you.” After her words I feel like i might just faint…

“Well JB… Don’t tell Juggie i said this but I would marry him too..” Jellybean laughs and nods her head while making a zipper motion on her mouth. When I’m done with her hair we  then walk out to the living room. When Jughead see’s us he walks towards us and picks up Jellybean and pulls me into a hug.

“My two favorite girls look breath-taking.”

Jellybean laughs and tells Jughead what i just told her not to say.

“Thank you Juggie! You should marry Y/N/N like you said you would, Y/N/N said she would marry you too.”

Jughead and I both say at the the same time “ I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL.”

Jellybean mumbles a “ oops” and jumps out of Jughead’s grip and walks away, leaving Jughead and I alone. We both look at each other waiting for one of us to break the silence, Jughead then grabs my face so fast, that before i could even blink he pushes his lips firmly against mine. Suddenly Jeallybean shouts saying that we’re going to be late.

I pull away from Jughead and kiss his cheek quickly and utter “ at least now we know we like each other.”  I grab my purse and walk out the door with Jeallybean…

Bullies

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Pairing: Winchesters x Sister
Word count: 974
Warnings: Angst, talk of bullying
A/N: Based on this imagine. Actual things I’ve had said to me- screw bullies. <3


Dean stormed in the front door, slamming it behind him. His sight was set on you. Not only had be been called out of work, which he couldn’t afford, he had to go down to your school and have a nice chat with your principal.

Coming out of the kitchen, Sam raised an eyebrow. “What the hell, Dean?” He asked. “You’re home early…and pissed?” His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were full of anger.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked. More like demanded, really.

“She’s in the dining room. Jewel came over to study and do their homework.” Sam motioned behind him. “I was just starting to prep dinner. Why?”

Dean licked his lips before answering. “She’s been ditching school, that’s what.” He hissed. “Apparently, she’s missed so much that they called me in. I’m one step above truancy officer.” Sam’s eyebrows went up at that. “Yeah, exactly.”

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crush!jungkook

happy valentine’s day mothafuckas ;)

  • i love jeon jungkook are u bitches ready
  • you first met jungkook when you heard the sound of a moving truck beep its way into the driveway next to yours 
  • now u were always a child of adventure 
  • ur parents worked a lot so it was basically u at home with ur grandparents and they were the most chill motherfuckers on the face of the planet
  • and the front door of ur house always seems to be unlocked so u were the poster boy/gal of “adventure is out there!!!”
  • cue me ugly crying that movie kills m e 
  • u loved the outdoors and being adventurous 
  • u were so tomboy and reckless it was hilarious
  • u drove every single member of ur family insane 
  • they got called into school one time to u staring at the ground in the principal’s office next to a kid with a missing tooth and bloody nose 
  • “he tried to hug me” 
  • to summarize, u loved causing trouble, but have fun in the midst! 
  • and yes, meeting new ppl!!
  • and at dinner, u would hear ur grandpops and grandma talking abt the couple moving in next door 
  • and how they have also have a 6!! year!! old!! son!!
  • and u could barely keep ur head on the pillow that night bc omg! you can’t wait to have a new friend the same age as u! 
  • so on that beautiful sunny saturday morning, at exactly 7am sharp, with ur scabby knees, bruised legs, ripped shorts, mismatched socks, run-down light up sneakers, and ur older brother’s hand-me-down power rangers sweatshirt, you marched on over to the driveway to meet your new best friend
  • and u see a middle aged man and a beautiful woman trying to carry in a couple boxes together and u guessed those were the parents 
  • and as u were marvelling at how pretty they were, “man, if they look that good, how good does their son loo–”
  • “MOM, DAD, HELP IM STUCK IN THE SOFA!!” 
  • u have no idea what came over u but u almost tripped over the tall weeds trying to get into the truck and find the source of the voice 
  • you went straight to the yellow, flower-y sofa resting in the middle of the truck, with little boy limbs sticking out from under the cushions
  • u ran up and ripped them away and low and behold, u laid ur eyes on the most beautiful 6 year old there ever was 
  • and from then on, ur heart decided to plant its FUCKING BOTTOM with jungkook forever
  • from the first day he met u he literally believed u were the weirdest person he’s ever met 
  • but without a doubt, you became childhood friends 
  • like best friends
  • u saw him naked for the first time when u were 8 and just bursted into his shower at like 8am in the morning 
  • “Y/N WHAT THE FUCK GET OUT IM NAKED?????”
  • “omg it’s so smALL?”
  • he didn’t speak to you for two weeks after that 
  • your grandparents would always have him over for dinner 
  • you guys played make believe together and took naps in ur power ranger blanket together 
  • but it’s also a lot of bullying 
  • LOTS OF WRESTLING 
  • taking turns making ugly faces, whoever laughs first has to go and tell ur grandma they pooped their pants and needs help changing it 
  • “accidentally” slapping each other SUPER hard in the face
  • “you had a fly on ur cheek sorry!! couldn’t help it!!”
  • literally the purest and most innocent friendship ever ever ever 
  • everyday in first grade, when you had reading time, he would be in the seat behind you and fold a tiny little paper plane with a sticky note and throw it at you 
  • would keep folding them and throwing it at you until you noticed and turned around and yelled at him and got in trouble by your student teacher 
  • “i hate u jeon jungkook” 
  • you didn’t really
  • but it wasn’t until the third or fourth time he kept doing it that you realized there was a message on each of them 
  • and they weren’t really anything cute
  • they were just like 
  • “hey notice me”
  • “your hair looks greasy from the back” 
  • “what book are you reading”
  • “don’t ignore me”
  • “am i being annoying?”
  • “yea? good.”
  • but your favourite was
  • “i’m glad you’re in my class” 
  • because he would rarely ever show affection to you because your relationship was made up a lot of the “we don’t need to say anything to know it”, meaning you never needed to straight out express your gratitude to each other for the other to know that you’re appreciated 
  • main point is you grew up together 
  • however, after like the fourth grade
  • you both somehow decided that you were too cool for each other despite the fact that your crush on him was still there 
  • there was something so mesmerizing about the fact that 
  • he never truly ever demeaned you as a person??? like yes he was a tease and you guys always did those things to each other
  • but for a kid, he was always somewhat of a gentleman and would never make fun of you to deliberately hurt your feelings 
  • unfortunately doe, in middle school, your group of friends completely changed
  • and although you guys sort of had the same status in school of being popular but very, very laidback, and your groups of friends acquainted with one another, your interactions would be saying hi, making small talk when you were with a handful of other people and smiling at each other as you pass by the halls 
  • back then, you would walk home together every single day and spend time doing homework in the bedroom of one of you two 
  • but as the grades went on and the workload increased, you found music and student council and volleyball whereas he found track and basketball and dance
  • his family went through troubles and he found it difficult to talk to people at times 
  • and you were so busy with finding a job and saving up for post-secondary that you spent after school with your clubs or in the library studying
  • timing and interests for you guys were extremely unparalleled and eventually, things just grew apart before high school began 
  • and oh dear
  • high school
  • periods? check. acne? check. hormones? check. grOWTH SPURTS? check.
  • now, reader, entering high school, you only had one rule: forget. about. jeon. jungkook.
  • and it wasn’t like he was being a dick or anything to you, you just didn’t find any way that you guys would work out anymore
  • despite being best friends and literally showering together when you were 7 and your parents are best friends, you just never ever have proper conversations anymore, and things just naturally got awkward
  • and also life lesson for u guys omg so philosophical what it wasn’t anyone’s fault, you guys just happened to no longer have the same interests or the time to notice each other anymore - people drift apart. it happens. 
  • and you were so okay with coming to terms with that 
  • until
  • “oh my gosh is that jeon jungkook?”
  • “he… grew muscles?”
  • “giRL HIS HAIR”
  • “puberty hit him like a freight train???”
  • the morning of sophomore year, after a whole first year of properly avoiding him and being absolutely sure that he wasn’t going to get hot (jungkook is juST A LATE BLOOMER OK LEAVE HIM ALONE), you turned your head to the front doors and felt the wind get knocked out of you 
  • bc walking in with his friends, with the school uniform seemingly perfectly snug and hugging every one of his curves
  • was jungkook
  • and for some reason
  • yes he looked more mature and yes he got fucking MANLIER
  • but you were instantly reminded of something that clicked in you when you saw that 6 year old boy stuck in the sofa on the very first day he moved in next to you
  • was it that innocence? was it the charm? was it the hair-swept-away-from-face thing? you diDN’T KNOW 
  • but girl you were gone again 
  • and listen 
  • you dated people in freshman year and guys liked you, but you were never the type to chase or to fawn
  • you were just different from other girls like you would much rather be the type to be the one playing ball than the one in a miniskirt cheering on the team on the sidelines
  • that’s just who you are, heck you fucking punched a dude that wanted to hug you and say thank you, broke his nose and chipped his tooth like kk y/n
  • it was just difficult for you to grasp feelings, truly, but for some reason, this guy has just got you so weak???
  • and for some other reason, jungkook and the reminder and memories of you guys as kids just hits you like a truck and you’re already head over heels once again
  • and you go into first period to shake off the thought of him but ofc!!! he’s!!!! in!!!! ur!!! first!! period!!! literature!!! ihml!!!
  • so you take the seat diagonally in the front of him to make sure you don’t get sidetracked in ur favourite class and drool at him the entire time
  • oNE DAY
  • you were taking notes from the board, analyzing and reviewing the literary device and short stories before delving into the actual stuff in literature when you dropped your pencil and leaned down to grab it 
  • when you saw an arm reach down first 
  • and hand it to you 
  • you looked up 
  • and you guessed it 
  • biTCH IT WAS JUNGKOOK AND he had such a warm and friendly smile 
  • and you could barely say anything 
  • because on one hand you were like oh i’m glad he still remembers who i am??? like ffs? but your other side is like oh my god oh my god oh my god 
  • so weeks go by and every single day you feel such a burning sensation at the back of ur neck like fufufufuffufufu he’s RIGHT THERE
  • and jungkook isn’t that type to be extremely boisterous and loud and obnoxious even if he’s hot shit 
  • so you weren’t worried about him bothering you whatsoever after that like that was a fluke, he was being nice, whatever, it’s done 
  • a couple weeks go by and you’re starting to feel better now, thinking you’ve got this crush thing under control
  • until
  • silent reading time 
  • you were just assigned a new book by your favourite author! and you couldn’t wait to begin the book reports on these 
  • so you dove into the world of fire-breathing dragons and mystical knights and creatures beyond reality
  • when you felt a poke on your neck
  • and you had no idea what it was? you were so engulfed in the story that you just scratched and left it, not thinking twice
  • and then you felt it again
  • it took you a second, but it hit you
  • and it hit you hard
  • you turned your head around slowly and your heart was beating so fast
  • your eyes fall on a small pink sticky note, folded into a plane, dropped on your shoulder
  • you don’t even DARE LOOKING BAC K AT HIM BC U KNOW UR HANDS AR E SHAKING TOO HARD AND IF YOU SEE HIM YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY DROP DEAD
  • so you open it, careful to make no noise in the silent classroom
  • and on the single sticky note it read:
  • “it’s good to see you again. i’m so so glad you’re in my class.”
  • you sneak a tiny glance back at the boy behind you, your face flushing with heat and memories 
  • and from behind his book, he looks up and gives you the tiniest, warmest smile you’ve ever received 
  • you folded the paper once more and fit it in your pocket and returned to your dragons and knights and witches, all the while smiling like a fool to yourself because maybe, just maybe, you didn’t really drift apart that much at all 

hi guys!! so sorry for the late update, hope you enjoy thisssss:)

also side note: just because it’s valentine’s day (i mean i dont celebrate this) doesnt mean that you need a significant other! buy yourself some hershey’s, make some tea, snuggle up with a teddy bear and a blanket, and switch on some netflix. today is any other day, so don’t demean yourself and your experience with this day because of your status! 

alsoooo don’t wanna get a little preachy but, in this au i kind of hint at the fact that the y/n or reader is someone very tomboyish and doesn’t really seem to find herself chasing after boys. in no way am i trying to vocalize the fact that just because you’re of a certain nature, your personality towards boys reflects that. this is just a fictional work of how one might feel (presumably me lolz) when realizing feelings for someone they truly loved at one point. just because a woman who is normally tougher on the exterior has a sudden soft spot for a boy does not indicate that she’s lost sense of herself or that she succumbs to a boy. just because a woman is a certain way because of a boy that makes her feel different doesn’t mean she is any less of a woman herself. everyone is obligatory to their feelings, and how women choose to express themselves sexually or emotionally to a man they love is their own personal choice as long as they are within consent and are safe. everyone’s decisions and behaviours in love are consensual and their own - that does not demean them as a feminist in any way, shape or form. remember that. 

have fun, y’all, uSE PROTECTION, and i love u!!!

Study Buddies.

Brett Talbot x Female!Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Can you writte a Brett smut wheres reader is a typical good and shy girl and Brett really wants to fuck her :’) and one day they are alone at readers hause ;
and yeah, you know how it ends xD”
Warnings: Language and smut 😋

  “Alright, boys and girls, you all know the drill! Get your stuff out and get ready for some notes!” Coach droned.
  We all knew that he didn’t want to be here any more than any of us did. It was the same thing in class every single day.
  I got my stuff out and heard my phone buzz. I took it out, expecting a message from Scott McCall about pack business. But, it wasn’t Scott. It was Brett Talbot, my best friend.

          Brett💓: You look good today.😋

  I rolled my eyes and smile. My outfit wasn’t anything special. It was a black tank top, ripped jeans, and my all black converse.

         Me: Thanks, Brett! 😊 Shouldn’t you be paying attention tho?

  “Ms. Y/L/N? Do you want to read the passage from the book to the class?” Coach asked me.
  My ears got hot and my nerves got jumpy. “N-N-No, Sir.” I whispered.
  Finstock nodded, being aware of how shy I am. Someone else started reading and I tried to calm myself down. I hadn’t even realized that it took the entire class to calm my nerves. The bell rang and I came to the realization that I didn’t get any notes.
  “Shit.” I mumbled.
  “Woah-oh-oh! Such an ugly word from such a pretty mouth.” Brett walked to where I was packing my stuff.
  I sighed. “I know, I know, but I didn’t get any notes today. Brett, I don’t ever miss notes! What am I going to do?”
  Brett put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll come over tonight and give you the notes and go over the lesson with you too.”
  “God, you are a life saver!” I hugged him.
  Brett squeezed my waist. “Alrighty then, go to class or you’re going to be late. I love you!”
  I waved and walked out the door. “I love you, too!”

         Brett’s P.O.V

  I groaned when Y/N walked out of Coach’s room. I’m glad she didn’t catch me staring at her cleavage that was falling out of her tank top. I adjusted the bulge in the front of my basketball shorts.
  Y/N is my best friend, and she has been for the past ten years, but now I can’t help but want to be more than friends.
  The final bell rang and I ran to class; the only thing I could think of was how I was going to make “more than friends” work when I go over tonight.

         Y/N’s P.O.V

  As soon as the last bell rang I sped out to my car. I wanted to get to my house before Brett did.
  I got up to my room and threw my stuff on the bed with a huff. It was super hot in my room, so I put on some shorts and threw my hair up into a messy bun. I took my books out of my backpack and started reading the passage from class today.
  Five minutes later, there was a tapping coming from my window. I smiled and opened my window to let Brett in.
  “Why couldn’t you use the front door?” I stretched my hands over my head and groaned.
  Brett’s eyes moved to my stomach, where my tank top had rode up.
  “Um, maybe because that is no fun at all?” He smiled.
  “Well, as long as you have the notes, I don’t care how you get into my house.” I hugged Brett.
  Brett hugged me back, but he held on to me for a little bit longer than he usually does.
  “Okay, let’s get our homework done, yeah?” I sat on my bed and patted the empty space in front of me.
  Brett came to me and put his backpack on the bed.
  “Don’t put your shoes on my bed, Brett Talbot. I will screw you up.”
  Brett raised his voice. “Your gonna what?!”
  I leaned back. “I’m gonna screw you up.”
  “Oh. Okay, sorry.”

         Brett’s P.O.V

  Holy shit! I definitely did NOT hear her say that last word. Y/N is seriously going to be the death of me.

         Y/N’s P.O.V

  Brett chuckled nervously. I shrugged it off. “So, what all did Coach talk about during class today?” I asked.
  Brett flipped to the page from class in his textbook. “The lesson was about the French Revolution. More specifically, the Tennis Court Oath.”
  I nodded and slid Brett’s notebook closer to me and finished copying notes for that section.
  “I love you, Y/N.” Brett said.
  “I love you, too, Brett.” I answered absent-mindedly.
  Brett took my pen out of my hand. He lifted my chin until I looked him in the eyes. “No, Y/N, I love you. I want to be with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
  I couldn’t even find the right words to respond to Brett. “Brett…I don’t know what to say…”
  Brett leaned forward. His lips barely touched mine. “Say yes, Y/N. Say you’ll be with me.”
  “Yes, Brett. I’ll be with you.” I answered without even having to think about it.
  Brett closed the gap between our lips. I leaned back and pulled Brett down with me. Our books and other school stuff got pushed onto the floor. Brett’s hand moved to the front of my shorts.
  I broke the kiss. “Brett, I’m-I’m a virgin.”
  Brett gave me a sweet smile. “I’ll go slow, sweet girl.”
  “Promise?”
  “Promise.” Brett kissed me again.
  Brett helped me out of my shorts. I giggled a little bit. I pulled off my shirt, showing Brett my naked chest. Brett hissed and discarded his clothes faster than humanly possible. (HAHAHA)
  Brett pulled something out of his basketball shorts. A condom.
  “Awfully prepared for this, aren’t you, Talbot?” I quizzed.
  Brett blushed. “I-uh-well-you see…”
  I laughed and kissed his lips again, just to shut him up.
  Brett rolled the condom on. Brett put his finger on my clit. I started to moan instantly. Brett’s expert finger got me completely soaked in no time at all.
  “Are you ready, baby?” Brett asked.
  I bit my lip and nodded quickly.
  Brett pushed into me slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped his shoulder tightly. The sharp, tearing pain made my eyes well up with tears. Brett continued slowly until he was buried inside of my pussy completely. He stayed still for some time.
  “It’s okay for you to move now. I’m okay now.” I breathed.
  Brett pulled out some then slid back in. There was still some pain but it subsided after two of there strokes, and turned into pleasure.
  “How are you doing? Does it hurt?” Brett stroked my face with one of his hands.
  I moaned. “I’m fine. It feels good, Brett. Really good.”
  Brett laughed softly and sped up a little. My moans and his moans got slightly louder and louder.
  Thank god my parents aren’t home. I thought.
  With one particular thrust, Brett hit a spot inside of me that made me arch my back. “Holy fuck. I don’t know what you just did, but do it again.”
  A smirk appeared on Brett’s face and he duplicated his actions for the second time. An unfimiliar feeling started to form in my abdomen. It felt like a knot that was on the verge of exploding.
  “Brett, I’m–oh, god–” I panted.
  Brett groaned. “Me too, sweetheart, just a little longer.”
  Brett thrusted twice more and a feeling of euphoria  washed over me. Brett pulled out and laid down beside me.
  “That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life before.” I rested my hand on my forehead and caught my breath.
  “It’s better the second time, baby. Just saying.” Brett said.
  I smiled. “How about, in a few minutes, we test that?”
  “Deal.”

Twilight Preference - What Dating Them Would Include

Edward Cullen

✮ Being one of the few people that know about his hilarious sense of humour

✮ “Are you purposefully thinking about Emmett shirtless to make me jealous?”

✮ Him being extremely cautious around you because he doesn’t want to scare you away

✮ Him trying to control his jealousy 

✮ Him laughing at your attempts to control your jealousy

✮ Lots of light touches

✮ Having little races and Edward always letting you win, even though you’re not very gracious in victory

✮ Having surprised romantic dates 

✮ The two of you making puns and laughing at each other’s horrible jokes

✮ Loving one another unconditionally 

✮ Getting to listen to him play piano

✮ Ungracefully singing along

✮ The Cullens treating you like family as soon as you meet and if not having an overprotective boyfriend was enough, it was now like having 6 overprotective siblings

✮ Him telling you stories about his life

✮ Making him include dragons in the stories


Embry Call

✮ Having him nuzzle into your neck because he liked to hear you giggle 

✮ Always having someone look at you with such adoration, no matter how bad you looked

✮ Make out sessions practically everywhere

✮ His mum adoring you and trusting you when you promise that he’s okay because he still hasn’t told her about being a werewolf

✮ “I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend.”

✮ Your friends telling you you should bring a jacket but you assure them that you don’t need one because you have Embry - your walking space heater

✮ Trying to have serious conversations with him but he’d just blow raspberries on you

✮ Him always telling you you’re beautiful 

✮ Him believing in you when no one else, including yourself, does

✮ Helping him and other pack members in school catch up with work they missed out on

✮ And letting them copy off your homework that they couldn’t do because they were on patrol which makes you very popular among the pack 

✮ Embry constantly reminding them you’re his girl

✮ Him sneaking through your window for late nights cuddles

✮ Him picking you flowers from your own garden

✮ Him bringing you pine cones from the forest after you tell him it doesn’t count when it comes from your own garden


Emmett Cullen

✮ “You look a lot like my next girlfriend.” “I am your girlfriend, Emmett.” 

✮ Him letting you beat him at arm wrestles because he likes watching seeing you smile and laugh when you do

✮ Bear hugs

✮ Always feeling warm when you cuddle, even though his skin will always be cold

✮ “That’s my girl.”

✮ Being proud of you when you accomplish even the smallest achievements 

✮ Getting piggy back rides whenever you request them

✮ Him getting bored and using your hair to learn how to braid

✮ Both of you cracking up laughing whenever you wear one of his shirts because it basically goes to your feet but you wear it anyway because it’s comfy and smells like him

✮ Emmett wanting a pet but realising that he’ll outlive it and getting sad about it

✮ Telling him he can’t turn a pet into a pet-vampire and he can’t adopt Seth Clearwater as as a pet either

✮ Forehead kisses

✮ His laugh being funnier than the joke

✮ Purposefully holding things above your head to watch you jump for it

✮ Becoming slightly scared of you because you have a look that could kill


Jacob Black

✮ “I’m not certain about a lot of things, (Y/N), but I’m certain about you.”

✮ Talking to him while he fixes up cars and getting flustered when you tell him how well it’s coming along and how impressed you are

✮ Kissing his dorky face when he gets like that

✮ Sharing little smiles and glances at one another 

✮ Being super close with Billy and Jacob’s sisters 

✮ Always being welcome around at his house and making dinner for both him and Billy

✮ Managing to cuddle on his super small bed

✮ The pack constantly teasing you two but secretly being so glad that you found one another and that he imprinted on you

✮ Him constantly worrying about you

✮ Waking up in his arms

✮ Jacob getting you a bracelet and slowly adding charms that he made to it

✮ It becoming a habit of him wrapping his arms around you whenever you’re out in public

✮ Learning to stitch up his clothes that he rips so Billy doesn’t have to go out of his way to buy Jacob new ones

✮ Seeing him shirtless 24/7 and never getting used to how good he looks

✮ Him winking at you when he realises you’re staring

✮ Telling him that if he grows his hair out again then you’re going to style it and braid it. He never grows his hair out again. 


Jasper Hale

✮ Him spoiling you

✮ Having inside jokes 

✮ Him resting his head on top of yours 

✮ Having him just change your mood whenever you’re mad at him

✮ Getting mad at him for doing that

✮ Jasper trying to teach you how to fight but it usually leads to the two of you laughing or making out. Sometimes both. 

✮ Him telling you about his past little by little

✮ Tracing the scars on him with your finger tips

✮ Neither of you questioning your love for one another

✮ Making up games together and changing the rules for your own benefit 

✮ Getting your fingers tangled in his hair

✮ Watching lots of conspiracy theory documentaries together 

✮ Being there for one another

✮ Cheek kisses

✮ Sweet nicknames for one another


Jared Cameron

✮ Going on adventures together 

✮ Him joining you in the shower 

✮ Worrying about him constantly

✮ Him constantly reassuring you that he’ll always be fine

✮ “As long as I have you to come home to, I’ll never get hurt.” 

✮ Stargazing

✮ Him cautiously playing football with you but easing into it after you keep tackling him to the ground and fooling around 

✮ Lots of hugs and affection

✮ Tickle fights

✮ Cuddling together whenever there’s bonfires and being an absolute power couple

✮ Having him there to reach the top shelf for you

✮ “Do you think animals think in the language that they were born into? Do English dogs think in English?” “Oh my god, Jared. Go to sleep.” 


Paul Lahote

✮ Him wrapping his arms around you and distracting you whenever you’re trying to cook

✮ Getting to sit on his lap which is pretty distracting for him

✮ Being very protective of you 

✮ “Today I gave Embry a concussion by accident because he thought about you naked.” “And why was he thinking about me naked?” “Because I was thinking about you naked…” 

✮ PDA

✮ Having him love every inch of you

✮ Him saving up his money so he can buy you sweet gifts 

✮ The pack making fun of how whipped he is but hiding behind you because they know he won’t do anything as long as you’re there

✮ Becoming a master cook because Paul is basically a vacuum

✮ Playful wrestling 

✮ Having super fun dates

✮ Being the only person that can make fun of him without him getting angry

✮ His anger getting under control whenever he’s around you

✮ Getting to lay underneath him while he does push ups and kissing him every time he does one 

✮ He could probably do push ups for hours but he just uses it as an excuse to kiss you


Seth Clearwater

✮ Very shy PDA 

✮ Spooning 

✮ Everyone finding your relationship adorable 

✮ Being treated like family

✮ Cheesy pick up lines 

✮ Squeezing each other’s hands for reassurance 

✮ You brightening his always seemingly happy mood 

✮ Long walks together on the beach that always end with the two of you getting soaking wet in the water

✮ Him having you close to his side until you get home to keep you warm 

✮ Nose kisses 

✮ Him calling you “princess”

✮ Him checking on you during patrols and you looking slightly crazy because you wave at a giant wolf in your backyard from your bedroom 

✮ Having movie marathons and him falling asleep with his head on your lap 

✮ Playing with his hair

✮ Giving him back tickles

✮ “You look really pretty today. I mean - you always look pretty but… you look pretty.”


Quil Ateara

✮ Being able to tell when there’s something wrong with one another

✮ Going on walks and him picking flowers and putting them in your hair

✮ Sleepy days together 

✮ Having poke wars and everyone getting confused when one of you suddenly squeals because the other one poked them 

✮ Getting mad at him when you vent to him and he says something like “gurl, don’t I know it”. 

✮ Always laughing together

✮ Sarcasm

✮ Squishing his cheeks

✮ Warm hugs 

✮ Him giving you a ‘puppy dog’ look whenever you’re mad at him

✮ Taking out the garbage and having a giant wolf appear at your side with a grin on it’s face

✮ Deep conversations at 3 in the morning 

✮ Also laughing about everything at 3 in the morning

✮ Getting changed in the morning when you think he’s asleep and hearing, “damn, I’m so lucky. Look at that ass.” 

✮ Throwing the nearest object at his head. 

2

For anon…enjoy! I realized that I actually really enjoy Remus…a lot

James let out a boisterous laugh as you landed right in front of him having just finished going through a Marauder prank. Sirius, Peter, and the other students in the halls were quick to add in their own bursts of giggles and what not. The only one not laughing was Remus. Unbeknownst to you, he had been against the prank.

You felt your face immediately turn red. You had known you were to be the next target, but you figured it wouldn’t have been this…horrifying. After all, you were practically best friends with James and the others. James…how have you had a crush on him for this long? Betrayal and pain began to seep into the tears pooling at the bottom of your eyes. James had fallen into more of a giggling smirk only making you more enraged.

SMACK!

The corridor seemed to fall silent as they had all seen you slap James right on the face. Despite being rightfully angry, you still felt a moment of regret for smacking him. Needing to escape, you hastily stomped away to a more quiet hallway until you came to a little spot only you seemed to know about.

Behind you, Remus shook his head as he walked over to Sirius, Peter, and James.

“Seriously Potter, I don’t think you understand what you just did.”
“Relax Moony,” Sirius spoke up, “Y/N will get over it like always.”

Remus continued to shake his head before leaving the corridor himself. James stood in his spot. He found himself turning to where you had walked away. He had just noticed the severity of your expression before you hit him. He grit his teeth and swallowed.

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My Dear Teacher

Word Count:2,098 

Warning: Smut 

A/N: This is my very first story and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you bangtans-baby for the revision! 
 
 

Jin sighed to himself before he walked into the classroom. He placed his book, notes, and dry erase markers on the table and faced the class. Twenty four faces stared back at him and he quickly took notice of the empty space at one of the front table. The spot where “you” normally would sit. Relief washed over him as he began to teach his class. 

“Good morning everyone. I hope you read over the assigned chapters because we are going to have a quick class discussion followed by the exam.” ~ 

Being a teacher was always a dream of Jin’s. So when he landed a teaching position at the university, he easily accepted. He became one of the most talked about teachers at the school because he focused more on the curriculum and thought of fun ways to help his students learn. They enjoyed the class just as much as he did and even recommended his course to others. Jin was on a winning streak. He hasn’t had one bad semester, that is, until you enrolled in his class. 

 You always sat in the front and focused solely on him. You didn’t give a damn about the course or the class work. You made it your mission to get under his skin and make him uncomfortable. Little did you know, it was working perfectly. Every class, you would show up wearing something revealing and tease him relentlessly. Sometimes sucking on your pens and pencils, making sure to show off your tongue ring. Other times wearing loose clothing so you could easily expose yourself to him. 

Jin tried his best to ignore you by skipping over your raised hand and questions, assisting other students, or diving more into his work. But at the end of the day, he was still a man and his body was reacting to your torture. Once class ended, he would walk out the room trying to disguise his hard-on. There were lines that teachers shouldn’t cross when dealing with students and with the direction they were headed, their exchanges were definitely considered inappropriate for school. But as much as Jin didn’t want to admit it, he also didn’t want it to end. He had asked for help from a few colleagues, leaving out a few details. 

“You could drop this student from your class. You know, show them who’s boss.” His good friend, Namjoon, suggested. He was a professor in the science department. 

 "I don’t want to fail or drop anybody. It reflects on the teacher.“ Jin groaned, running his hands through his hair. 

"Yeah but everyone already knows what a great professor you are. I’m pretty sure one student isn’t going to change that.” Hoseok spoke up. 

 "I guess you guys are right. I’ll bring it to their attention as a warning before I drop them.“ The next day, Jin had every intention of warning you of your behavior. That is until you walked into the classroom wearing a mini skirt and a button up shirt that was loose at the top. You had captured every male’s attention in that room but you were only focused on one man. You sat in your usual front seat and when Jin’s attention fell on you, you slowly spread your legs. You wore a thong with the words "eat me” printed on the front just for him. You smirked when Jin gulped and had a hard time tearing his eyes away from your crotch. When you closed your legs was when his trance ended. Jin face turned red and he had trouble answering a question a student had asked him. 

Fuck! How the hell am I supposed to talk to now her and I was just gaping between her legs?” He thought to himself. 

Jin spent the remainder of class avoiding your face, too embarrassed to say anything. So it didn’t come as a surprise when class ended, he let you walk out of the classroom. 

“Enjoy the rest of your day, Professor Kim. I’ll see you next time.” Your sultry voice spoke out. 

With your fingers buried deep inside your pussy, you came extra hard. You couldn’t stop thinking about Kim Seokjin. You had heard from a few other females students in the girl’s bathroom how your teacher was rumored to still be a virgin. There was no way he was still a virgin! A tall, gorgeous, generous man like Jin had to experience wetting his dick in pussy before, he just had to. Curiosity got the better of you and you decided to see for yourself if the rumors were true. By asking around, you found out that he was never married, doesn’t have any children, and wasn’t currently dating. 

Setting your plan in motion, you begin the task of teasing him while he was trying to teach. After successfully noticing a bulge in his pants every time, you would follow him home to see what he would do next. You figure he would call up a “friend” to fuck but he never did. He would shower, grade homework, eat, and then sleep. “Maybe he was a virgin.” The more you thought about it, the more it excited you. You wanted to be the one to take it, to break him in and give him a piece of what he’s been missing out on. After you caught him hungrily staring between your legs, you figured it was time to make your move. The next time you had class, Jin would be yours. 

Jin shook the past thoughts from his mind. You weren’t there so he could finally relax. After the discussion, the exam was already being passed around when the door opened. In you walked, wearing floral dress that stopped mid thigh. You smiled and took your seat. Jin walked up to you, gave you the exam packet, and returned to his desk without saying one word to you. 

“You have until the end of class to finish. Take your time and make sure you check your answers before turning it in." 

The rest of the class worked diligently while you stared at your paper thinking. After a time span of five minutes, you felt Jin’s gaze on you. Acting as if you were scratching your thigh, you spread your legs far apart, pulling the end of your dress up. Jin gasped followed by a light cough. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Your bare pussy right on display for him. You smiled and bit your lip, getting the reaction you wanted out of him. 

Bringing your hand to your lips, you sucked on the tip of your middle finger. Jin watched as you used your index and ring finger to spread your outer lips. Your middle finger slowly rubbed your clit before disappearing inside of you. He was at his breaking point. He was painfully hard and couldn’t take much more. Jin wasn’t sure how he did it but he managed to tear his eyes away from you and focus on something else until class was over. One by one the students turning in their test and left out the door. Jin was hoping you would follow behind your classmates but today, you decided to stay a bit longer. You made sure no one remained except for the two of you. 

 "Y/n, are you finished with your test? I have to leave soon.” He spoke softly, unsure of what to do. This was the moment he had been dreading. You stood and walked in front of his desk. 

“Well, I have a problem, Professor Kim. I didn’t complete my test because I didn’t understand it and I was wondering if you could help me?” Jin took the paper and looked it over. 

“You didn’t answer a single question. May I ask why?” He stared at you curiously. You bit your lip and smiled. 

“Professor Kim, I think you know that answer. I was distracted by a sexy ass man and I was imagining how his fingers would feel deep in my pussy." 

And that was it. That was all Jin needed to hear before he stood and walked around the desk. He knew what he was about to do was wrong and against the rules. But his fight for control crumbled as he crushed his lips against yours. You held on to his arms as he gripped your face, trying to match the intensity of his movement. Opening your mouth, you easily granted his tongue access. Jin broke the kiss allowing both of you to come up for air. His mouth immediately found your neck, sucking and biting a path down your body. His hands yanked down the front of your dress and latched onto your nipples. Jin was already addicted to the taste of your skin. He pushed you back against the desk until you propped up on it. He pulled your dress up and over your head, leaving you naked to his gaze. The look of desire in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. 

 "Fuck…” you breathed out. You watched as Jin lowered himself on his knees and brought his face closer to your dripping heat. 

“Ever since you wore those panties to class, I wonder how you would taste on my tongue." 

Jin flattened his tongue and licked up your pussy to your clit. You fell back onto the desk, over your fellow classmates papers as your teacher ate you for dear life. Using his thumbs, he stretched your lips apart and covered your pussy with his mouth. Suck lightly, Jin was able to create pressure on your clit as his tongue teased your opening before it slid inside. Your hands pulled and gripped his hair, pulling him closer to your warmth. The feeling was becoming overwhelming that you couldn’t hold your legs up but instead, let them hang over Jin’s shoulders. His mouth moved to your clit as he sucked harder and flicked the sensitive bud with his tongue. You were dripping down his chin and desk, his middle finger entered you followed by his index finger. They curled up inside you, hitting that spot making his actions even more intense. 

 "FUCK, JIN!… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum!” You quickly yelled out. The speed of his tongue and fingers were sending your over the edge. You couldn’t take anymore as you released in his mouth. Jin removed his fingers to taste as much of your juices as he can. He stood to undress, watching as you came down from your high. The tip of his cock was red and dripping precum. Jin rubbed himself against your clit, watching you twitch from the sensitivity. He was trying to savor every moment with you but pressure to his cock was making him lightheaded. He needed to be inside you as soon as possible. Jin positioned himself at your opening before shoving in. He buried himself balls deep and began pounding away. With Jin filling you up over and over, you felt so full with his big, heavy girth inside of you. He leaned forward to meet your lips. You tasted yourself as his hips picked up speed. Jin squeezed your waist as he impaled you on his stiff cock. Soon he was up on the desk and you were sliding over as he brought you to your peek again. The papers were instantly crushed under two bodies and the room held nothing but his grunts and your whimpers. You chanted his name as you reached your second orgasm, lying limp against the desk in exhaustion. Jin continued to pound away. Once he was released from your death grip, he pulled out. Stroking himself rapidly and cumming on your stomach and breasts. His body collapsed against yours as you both tried to catch your breath. 

“Wow…” you stated breathlessly. “You don’t fuck like a virgin." 

Jin looked at your curiously. "Who said I was?" 

"Well I…” you stuttered as you struggle to think of what to say. “I just assumed.” He smiled and shook his head. His eyes wandered to the papers under you. "That’s right, you still have to complete your test. Since you didn’t finish it on time, I’ll have to take off a few points.“ 

You pouted. "But professor, with what we done doesn’t that count as extra credit? Maybe I can make some more, I don’t want to fail." 

Your hand found his cock and began massaging it. Jin groaned at his body reaction to your touch. Almost immediately, he was hard in your palm. 

"This is going to be a long day.”