i need extra credit


Momma Hale x Derek

“Momma my kits not clean!” Isaac yelled as you tried to sift through the huge pile of paper work that you needed to send to Mr Whittemore that afternoon.

“Momma I have to have a packed lunch for my trip not money!” Erica yelled as she ran past while Liam growled and snapped at the twins.

“Derek!” You sighed franticly but your Alpha was too busy with Boyd.

“Make him stop!” one of the twins hissed while the other shoved Liam who stumbled back into the tv.

“Oh great, idiot!” Erica yelled at him while Isaac started fighting with the twins.

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My Impression Of You

A/N: So, this is my first attempt to write a Riverdale one-shot! I was inspired to write this after I listened to some music and I hope you’ll like it! Archie’s personality is something I wonder about a lot while watching Riverdale and I explore that here. Please let me know what you think about it and if you’d like to read more! xo

Plot: Your perfectly normal day gets disturbed by Archie Andrews, one of the popular kids you usually only observe from a distance. Suddenly, though, you have one of the deepest conversations of your life and maybe have to revise your opinion about him.

Originally posted by archic-andrews

It was a usual Friday afternoon when Archie Andrews decided to disturb your life. A wonderfully normal day in Riverdale like every other day, at least before Jason Blossom was murdered. You kept to yourself throughout the morning periods, as usually, ate your lunch in the sun under the big oak tree and pretty much spent the whole day thinking about how you could improve the stage design for the newest play the little drama group at your school was planning. That was your thing. Making props, painting them, working on them in peace and alone. That was what you loved most.

Only that Friday afternoon it didn’t go down like that. You sat down to continue painting the majestic tree that would be at the centre of the stage in act three, biting your lower lip, frowning and placing brush marks here and there in highest concentration. Forgetting pretty much everything around you or just blending it out because it didn’t matter in that moment. That’s why he caught you off guard when he cleared his throat to get your attention.

You twitched and turned around, staring at Archie Andrews standing there with a curious expression, grasping the strap of his backpack and wearing that blue and yellow football jacket that you never really liked. You just never got why they felt the need to wear them 24/7. Maybe to show their status, which didn’t make them appear any more sympathetic in your eyes.

“Ehm…did you lose your way?”, you asked him because nobody ever came into that room. Especially no popular kid. Never.

Archie raised his eyebrows in surprise and hurried to answer. “Oh, no, I was searching for the props department. That’s right here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…what do you need?” You were absolutely aware of the fact that you sounded a little hostile but you couldn’t help yourself. Archie had never talked to you before. You doubted that he had even noticed you before. You only knew his voice from scraps of conversation you took up when you passed him in the hallway or, more currently, from when he was singing. He was one of the people who never really hurt others, or at least don’t attempt to do so, but also rest themselves in their social status without looking at those who surround them. At least that’s what you thought.

“Well, I thought I could do this as an extracurricular activity”, he explained, still without moving an inch. It was obvious that your reaction scared him away a little.

“But you’re in the football team”, you stated irritated.

“Yeah. So?”

“So why would you want to join the prop department? Which, by the way, consists of only me.”

“I kinda need the extra credit”, he finally admitted and you sighed to yourself. Of course. That was so typical. They thought painting cardboards was an easy way to gain credits. You actually would’ve been surprised if he had had any passion for this. Well, you didn’t really want to get upset about it because they usually never came back for a second time, so why bother?

“Alright. You can paint this tree over there, I already draw the lines and we can put it somewhere in the background. Just don’t screw up too badly”, you advised him, pointing at a prop in the corner of the room and returning to your own work. He shot you another amazed look before he pulled a chair to the cardboard, placed his backpack next to the door and sat down to start painting.

For a while you worked in silence and you tried to ignore that Archie was there, which was nearly impossible because whatever you could say about him, he definitely had some emission. While you were a person that could easily disappear in a crowd, he wasn’t. Maybe because of the red hair.

“Why are you the only one working on this?”, he asked you at some point without looking at you. It didn’t seem like the mere attempt to do smalltalk but like he was honestly interested in the answer, so you gave it.

“Because nobody gives a damn about theatre in this school”, you said, unable to hide the bitter tone in your voice. “It’s all about music. All about the Pussycats. Or people like you. And no offense, music is a form of art too, it deserves attention! But it’s really annoying that it gets so much of it and drama absolutely none.”

“Well…I don’t think it gets none…”, he mumbled with a frown.

“Really? Have you seen one play since you go to this Highschool?”, you stopped him right there, watching closely while he thought about it. Him pressing his lips together and not giving an answer was answer enough.

“Thought so. Like I said. It’s all about football, the Vixens and music.”

“And you don’t like any of that”, he mused. By now he totally forgot about painting the tree and was simply watching you closely, maybe trying to figure out where all the weirdness and bitterness came from. You were not a victim of bullying or in any way ugly. You just didn’t like those Higschool power games.

You pushed out a little laugh at his statement and shot him an amused look, meeting his warm brown eyes for the first time. “No. That’s not the point. I do like watching football games like every other person. I do like listening to the Pussycats, although it’s not necessarily my type of music. I just…I just don’t like the whole thing surrounding it, you know? All these people enjoying their popularity and the attention others, and with that I mean normal students like me, give them and not even minding to get to know our names. Like we aren’t part of the same school.”

It was confusing that he made you open up like that but it also felt good to get it off your chest. Although it probably wasn’t fair that he was the one receiving all your anger because he really wasn’t the worst of the lot by far.

Archie now looked at you with raised eyebrows. For the first time since he entered the room, a little smile played around his lips. It changed his face very positively.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N”, he suddenly said triumphantly.

You blinked at him, honestly astounded. “What?”

“Y/N. That’s your name. We have been in the same school since first grade, why wouldn’t I know your name?”

His smile widened a bit at your expression and you quickly hid behind your tree, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Although you really were surprised. You hadn’t expected that. Your paths never crossed and you never had the feeling like Archie was particularly aware of your existence.

“Okay, I’ll grant you that. Doesn’t change the bigger picture, though”, you grumbled.

He was silent for another moment and you already thought that you won and finally hushed him when he suddenly asked: “You don’t like me much, do you?” Still the question didn’t sound like he was upset or mad about your behaviour but simply curious.

You sighed once again and rolled your chair aside so you fully faced him. He was returning your gaze attentively, as if you were a particularly interesting object in a museum. You almost blushed but you were able to keep your cool and stare at him as patronizing as possible.

“Look, Archie, it’s not like that. I don’t even really know you. I simply don’t like the fact that everybody thinks people like you are perfect.”

“I’m not perfect”, he shot back automatically.

“Oh, I know.”

You realized too late that that was really offensive. You felt the heat creeping into your cheeks as his mouth dropped open and Archie looked hurt for a moment. He squinted his eyes and ran his fingers through his red hair, probably contemplating how he was supposed to react.

“What do you mean with that?”, he asked you in the end, sounding more careful and restrained than before.

You gulped down your embarrassment and searched for words that could explain what you actually meant.

“Well…I can only tell you what I observed from a distance. But in my opinion you are always really trying to do the right thing and often screw up. There is that thing with Betty. I mean, everybody in this school knows what’s been going on there and she is an absolute sweetheart but you kinda let her down the worst way possible. I am not saying that you don’t like her or respect her but you could’ve done that way more sensible. Especially since you obviously returned from this summer less boyish, whatever the reason for that is.”

Archie listened to you patiently, not interrupting you or getting angry at you which might have been a reasonable reaction to the accusations of a person that he had nothing to do with. It seemed more like he wanted to hear it, like he wondered a lot about himself but needed someone else to deliver conclusions and solutions. You felt your respect for him growing a bit because not many people were able to accept criticism like him.

“I know that I hurt Betty and I really regret that, but I didn’t do it on purpose”, he defended himself in the end, his eyes mirroring the pain he obviously felt about it.

You gave him a little understanding smile. “Of course not. Honestly, Archie, I think your problem is your insecurity. Betty was in a bad place the last few weeks, probably because of her sister or something, I’m not sure, and I gotta say that I was surprised when you weren’t really there for her. I guess you were so indulged in your music and in your fears of not being good enough in what you do. You just don’t believe enough in yourself, which is absurd regarding that everyone around you supports you. You always need people helping you, telling you that you have talent and then you engage in those far too quickly. And with that I mean Victoria and Valerie. Instead of letting them build your confidence, maybe you should learn to build it up on your own.”

You were a little bit confused yourself why you knew so much about him, so you couldn’t judge him for being even more irritated. You both totally forgot why you were here and simply sat in that room and looked at each other while Archie was processing what you just said. If he decided to simply run away now you would’ve understood. But he didn’t.

“Fair enough. I guess I have to think about it. There is one thing I don’t get, though: you seem to be interested in what’s happening around you, in the people that surround you. You even said that Betty is an absolute sweetheart, but you never returned her attempts to make conversation. So why don’t you mingle more and at least try to share your passion with others?”, he investigated, now sitting on the edge of his chair, his body tensed as if he found this dialogue quite fascinating.

It was the first time that you were on the defensive side and you immediately felt uneasy when he spoke about your persona. You were a lot better at reflecting others than yourself. You bit your lower lip and instead of keeping to look at him, your gaze returned to your half-finished tree. That made answering a little bit easier.

“Well, I guess I have to think about it.”

You missed the smirk that appeared on Archie’s face as you repeated his retort. He watched you for some time while you started to paint again, caught up in his own thoughts that you produced with your words. He didn’t have such an intense conversation for a very long time.

As the bell rang, both of you almost jumped. Man, that hour passed quickly. You were almost sorry when Archie got up from his chair and threw his backpack over his shoulder. And you were annoyed at yourself for that. But this exchange of words was the most interesting and intimate thing that happened to you in quite some time.

“This definitely turned out different than I thought but it was entertaining. I’ll see you next week”, he told you, grinning at you before he left the room. Although he didn’t look mad you were pretty sure that he wouldn’t return for another session. Little did you know that you awoke Archie’s curiosity. And little did you realize how much he awoke yours.

Reggie x Reader: “Can I get extra credit for this?”

Warnings: mild swearing (1 word)
Requested: yes

*your POV*

I headed to 5th period drama when I bumped into my dramatic love interest, Archie Andrews.

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Strickler Tries his Best Pt. 1

Stab Dad, Dr. Mom, and Glow Son are all part of one dysfunctional family full of hunters, invaders, and medical practitioners.

In the end, it’s Strickler, lost in a world of halfling, impure, thrown out, stepped on, pushed away, hatred, betrayal, completely and totally longing of a place to call mine, who holds them together best he can. This is his family. He invaded it. And he’s going to take care of it, damn it all.

The Changeling Rules usually call for the monster to “take care of” the family they’ve been assigned.

But… he’d assigned them to himself, in a way. And doesn’t his care count as “taking care of”?

There will be days where he’ll make dinner before Jim gets home because he knows the boy had a test that day and was studying all night.

There will be days where he’ll pack lunches.

Despite his Changeling roots, he’s a Brit by nature, and his tea is by far the best brewed in the house. So a cup left on Jim’s desk while the boy has his nose up against the pages of his newest algebra assignment isn’t left without a mumbled thank you and a quick sweep against his shoulders with a larger hand. A brief, “best of luck, Young Atlas” on the way out, before he’s shutting the door.

There will be days where Jim will forget something he needs in his room, and by then Strickler knows their (their) house well enough to go in and find what the boy has left on his desk or in a drawer.

One notable occasion where a concert had been planned two months in advance. Claire and Toby raving about it. Jim talking nonstop at the dinner table. His mother had promised he could take the car, clearing up her schedule and going over the rules. Their strange dysfunctional family had been at peace for a whole week without a thrown knife or a spare punch. But the night of the concert-

“I’m sorry, hon,” Barbara will say, adjusting her scrubs. “I just… there was an emergency and they need extra hands-” To her credit, she did look horribly guilty. Strickler watched over the counter in the kitchen sipping his tea. He’d lived thousands of years. He knew how the teenage boy was meant to act-

“It’s fine, mom!”

… not like that.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jim handed her a lunch sack, smiling through the obvious disappointment dwindling around his face. And god, if he’d been changed right then, Strickler would have smelled his distress. All emotions had their stenches, and this one was always more of an oaky one. Like hops and ale and something from a pine forest. And a sour note that had always abused his poor senses. “I’ll… I’ll do something here. They have other rides. I already checked-”

“You can go with them-”

“Not enough room,” he cut her off. She fiddled with her keys. “They need you, mom. I’ll just… do something here! There’s that new superhero movie on-”

“You will not” Strickler said into his cup, “be watching that. My documentary starts in ten minutes.”

Jim gave him a look. Strickler shot him a fresher one.

“Maybe I can get someone to cover.” Barbara is fiddling with her keys again. Trying to work out her schedule in her head. But Jim just shook his head.

“Have a good shift, mom.”

“What would I do without you, kiddo.”

The pair says their goodbyes. Jim shuts the door. “So… documentary? Or am I gonna fight you for world domination or something…”

But there is another pair of keys pressed into Jim’s hand before he can turn around. And by the time he does, Strickler is already poised on their couch, turning on the history channel. “The parking break is sticky,” says the teacher, leaning back, barely looking at his (not) son. “Have it back by midnight.”

Strickler tries.

And honestly… he does a really fucking good job.

Jim will need to do more, at the end, to prove that he does appreciate what Strickler does for him and his mother. And I’m already crying about the fact that @bifacialler and I have actively discussed the moment he calls Mr. Strickler dad and it kills me every time.

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Au + Ship Prompt: Alya/Nino, Pokémon AU

Okay, this was another childhood love of mine, so I had a lot of fun with this idea!

Alya had every reason to believe she’d lose the instant she stepped into the gym. Waterfalls lined the walls, and an enormous Gyarados fountain filled the middle of the room, obscuring all but the trainers she’d have to battle before taking on the leader.

She swore under her breath. So much for using the bulk of her team. She might have to rely on one or two and let the rest sit this one out. Thankfully, Marinette had been sweet enough to share a batch of potions with her last time they met up, so if she was lucky, Alya stood a chance.

After a few battles that hit her harder than she had hoped, Alya finally reached the leader.

“Hey, good job. Looks like you made it.” Interestingly enough, he looked about her age. Not only that, she could swear his bright orange headphones were familiar.

“Yeah, I did.” She stepped up, hands on her hips. “I’m ready to challenge you.”

He raised a brow. “You don’t want to heal up first?”

She frowned, scrutinizing his expression to try and figure out why he seemed so familiar. “No, I’m fine.”

“Okay.” He smiled. “If you’re sure.” He tossed out a Pokeball, calling out his Lapras. “You don’t get extra credit for being stubborn, though.”

She snorted. “I don’t need extra credit to beat you.” She summoned her Pidgeotto. “Let’s do this.”

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Spanish Love Notes (c.m x reader)

hey!! thank you all for the feedback for Loud Mouth and our insecure! jared headcanons!! we would love to get more requests and we are currently working on the couple of jared requests and we even got a ben request!!! by the way, this story was so much fun to write considering we are latinas so we wrote this based on our experiences!

ship: connor murphy x latina! reader (this is a female reader!!)

requested: sí

warnings: cursing & angst

word count: 2248

In a town overrun by the English language, it wasn’t that hard for you to be recognized as one of the best students in your 8th period Spanish class. Spanish, being your first language, was like second nature to you. It was actually kind of difficult to explain things to your friends when you had initially moved there, because the use of “Spanglish” was so common where you came from. But, after a few years of living there, you were considered the go-to for answers in that class (even if you didn’t give it to them most of the time).

The Spanish teacher, Ms. Martinez, loved you, to say the least. She always called on you to read some lines from a book, even if you didn’t like to. Ms. Martinez just loved to hear you speak Spanish so fluently (unlike many of the other students).

But, not everyone was blessed with such talent. A boy by the name of Connor Murphy was considered one of the worst in the entire class. He never seemed to understand the concept, let alone actually care for it. No work was done or turned in, and he fell asleep in class a lot; he was the complete opposite of you. You were actually very glad that you didn’t have to work with him when it came to group projects, you felt like he would hold you back, and even ruin your ‘goodie goodie’ reputation. That is, until one day your teacher decided it would be great to give you some news…

The bell had rung one day, dismissing you to go home. But on this certain day, as you made your way out of the room, you heard Ms. Martinez call out to you.

“Y/N, darling, can you come over here for a second? And Connor, I’d like to see you too,” She said sweetly.

A few of the students that were walking out of the room began to make sly remarks about you being called by the teacher. You managed to ignore them the best you could, but couldn’t help but think; what could she possibly want to do with me and him?

“Is there something wrong miss?” You questioned nervously, trying not to take notice of the pale boy who walked up next to you.

“No no, just a request. Mr. Murphy here isn’t exactly the brightest when it comes to Spanish, as you may be aware of. Would you be able to tutor him over the weekend? I have this packet he needs to complete for extra credit,” She explained, as she handed a fairly thick packet to Connor.

He took the papers and looked at it in disgust. Suddenly, you saw him look back at you, and you gave him a polite smile, which seemed to throw him off guard a bit. You looked back to Ms. Martinez and say

“Alright miss, I’ll gladly do it,” You definitely did not want to mess up your reputation, so you decided she may owe you one because of this.

“You got to be fucking joking me,” Connor groans as he runs his hands through his hair. You decide to keep your mouth shut even though you would gladly have said no and walked away from this boy.

“Great! Why don’t you two just exchange numbers and get that done over the weekend? This packet is due next class, so I think that’s more than enough time,“ Ms. Martinez advised.

“Fucking bullshit,” Connor muttered under his breath, earning an eye roll from you.

“Will do miss, I’m sure we’ll get this done in no time!” You said sarcastically gleefully.

Connor, not wanting to be a part of the conversation any longer, walked out of the classroom quickly. This forced you into a position of having to chase him down the hall and try to get him number.

“Murphy! Wait up!” You yelled down the empty hallway.

He surprisingly came to a halt, and turned around quickly, shooting you a glare. Not wanting to make him wait too long you tried to speak as quickly as you possibly could.

“Look, I’ll just give you my number, and you can text me so I can have yours, got it?” You asked.

Without a single response, he reached into his pocket to get his phone, opened it, and handed it to you. You then put in your number, and saved yourself as “Y/N/N” in his contacts. Once you gave the phone back, he turned around, and you watched him make his way out of the school.

You sighed, and ran your fingers through your hair.

Well this is going to be, troublesome…

You had been home from school a couple of hours, trying to complete as much homework you could before heading to bed. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, notifying you of a text message you just received.

From- Unknown
hey its connor

Right after reading the message, you saved him into your contacts.

From- You
alright, then how about we talk about when we’re going to meet up?

From- Connor M.

From- You
how about sat @ 3? could we possibly do it at your house? my family is a lot to handle.

From- Connor M.

From- You
if you don’t mind I’ll need your address

From- Connor M.
k (Connor M. sent his location)

You rolled your eyes at how lazy this guy is, but locked your phone and continued on your work. But, you weren’t able to complete anymore of it because you mind was set on the day to come, and how things were going to work out; nervous to find out if any of the rumors you had heard were true.

Waking up early on Saturday morning was a normal thing for you, but today was so much different. You couldn’t help but think of what was going to happen when you were there. Occasionally, when he was especially upset, you have seen him lash out towards the teacher, and that alone scared you. Worrying too much was something that always happened, you got easily overwhelmed, especially when you had no one else to talk to. You spent your time laying in your bed and playing with the sheets of your bed before realizing you had to get going.

All this for studying.

When you looked at the clock, it was a quarter to 3. There was a deep pit in your stomach, but you tried your hardest to get settled and not let your nerves take over. You looked at your phone to check where his house was, and realized it was only a block away, so you decided to walk.

Everything will be alright.

You approached his house and practically forced yourself to ring the door bell with clammy hands. Anxiously, you waited for the door to be opened. You heard some heavy steps coming up to the large wooden door, and it was then opened very slowly. An unimpressed teen emerged from behind it, his eyes rested calmly on you.

Your cleared your throat before you were able to peep out,


Connor gave you a strange look, which made you calm yourself a little. Without a word spoken, he signaled you to enter his house. Hesitantly, you made your way through the door, and he began to make his way up the stairs, so you followed. The first impression you had of his room was ‘Oh my’. His room had one wall that was just lined with books; classics such as Jane Eyre, To the Lighthouse, and T.S. Elliot. You stood there in awe as you examined the beautiful bookshelf that adorned his wall, and how organized he was, even though he was not the cleanest, Connor was still able to keep things where they could be found.

“Are you just going to stand there like a fucking idiot?” Connor questioned, a bit of irritation in his voice.

You quietly laughed it off and placed your bag on his bed. Yet you still felt uneasy, you thought about the task at hand and threw the nervousness out of your head.

You’re strong enough, he can’t hurt you unless you give into it. Plus those are just some stupid rumors anyways, treat him like anyone else.

You toughened up, looked over to him with a grin and said

“Let’s get things rolling, shall we?”

Studying with him wasn’t easy, but it went a lot better than you had thought. It was just that every time you asked him a question about something you had just gone over, he would either answer like a smart ass or not at all. But one thing you did have was patience. You were willing to go over the topic again and again, and help him out as much as you could. That’s what you were there for anyways.

“Connor, perro does not mean parrot, it means dog,” You explained, giggling quietly

“Then why do they both start with the letter 'P’? Are you trying to say that I’m stupid?!” He began to yell.

“No Connor, you’re not stupid. It’s ok that you don’t know everything when it comes to Spanish. You can’t be good at everything,” You reassured him, as you gently touched his shoulder in attempts to calm him down.

“Just because you’re not good at Spanish doesn’t make you a failure, you just have other strengths. I can see you like to read, and that’s so amazing. I honestly would have never expected you to be one to read, but you obviously seem to enjoy it very much. Everyone has something they’re good at, no one is stupid. You’re far from that Connor,” You added on, hoping he would actually listen.

Connor looked at you in a way that you didn’t understand what he was thinking. He looked as if he were going to say something, but stopped himself and just calmed down after he took some deep breaths. The two of you had agreed on continuing, and each time he got riled up, he took a bit of time to calm down. Yet you never noticed it, Connor would occasionally look at you in slight admiration, feeling almost flustered that someone intelligent, patient (and quite good looking) was helping him out.


When I opened the door up for her that first time, she was a fucking nervous wreck, to say the least. She wouldn’t say a word, and she seemed so innocent. I’ve seen this girl all around the school, everybody fucking loved her to death, and she always had a smile on her face. I thought she was like everyone else I fucking knew. She had good grades, teachers loved her, she had so many friends, what could possibly be wrong with her life? She was perfect, but when it can to me, she probably thought of me as a freak, and I bet she was planning on telling her little fucking friends how much she hated me and wants to make me feel like a fucking loser. Because that’s how I thought everyone was going to be like.

But I was wrong.

She walked into my room (surprisingly) and looked at all my books. I couldn’t tell if she was going to make a joke about me because how fucking big of a nerd I was or if she actually liked classics. Then, right in front of my eyes, this girl became a totally different person from the one who just walked in. She looked to be a lot happier to be here, but I still didn’t know if she was playing tricks on me or not.

When we began to work, she was able to explain every little thing there was in the Spanish language. Hearing her talk was something I would have never thought I was have actually enjoyed. She spoke silently, but it was loud enough for only me to hear. She spoke so clearly and eloquently, I began to see why teachers loved her so much in the first place. Still, I wasn’t sure if she was doing this for her own benefit, or because she actually cared. My way of trying to find out if she was shitting on me or not was by being a fucking smart ass, or really how I always act (why would I want to be nice to some trick ass bitch). This didn’t seem to faze her at all, she explained and we kept working. But, I do remember she said something very important that made me think twice about her.

“…no one is stupid. You’re far from that Connor,”

If anyone else were to say this to me, I would have told them off right on the spot, and not listen to anything they would have wanted to say. But when she said it, I felt different. Everything feeling inside of my being got soft, I couldn’t understand why. To try and describe how I actually felt, it was as if I were a puppy waiting to be adopted, watching as all the other got to go to new homes, for then to finally one day be noticed by someone, and given new opportunities. I felt the need to try and say something, but I was never in these type of situations where someone was actually praising me for being, well, me. I ended up looking like a fucking weirdo because all I managed to do was open my mouth a few times like a fish out of water. But before anything could be said by me, she suggested we keep working. I would pay attention here and there, but I thought about doing something that I had seen done in some of the books I’ve read. But, every time I was paying attention, I would usually burst and get mad. And every time I did, she gave me a look that reminded me about what she had told me, and I was able to calm down so easily, which would never would have happened if I were with anyone else.

That’s because she wasn’t anyone else. She was Y/N.

Impressively, you two were actually able to finish up that packet in 3 hours flat. Both of you were really happy once you finished it, even though it only seemed like you were the only one who seemed to be celebrating about this accomplishment.

“You know, I usually don’t say things like this, but uh, thanks for helping,” Connor said quietly as he avoided making eye contact.

“The pleasure was mine, Connor. You’re a very smart guy, you have a lot of potential. I loved working with you,” You told him, as you pulled him into a tight hug. Connor, not having expected the embrace, tensed up, but quickly calmed down and hugged you back. You giggled, and let him go, as you gave him a very loving smile.

Connor smiled too, just not as big, but it was big enough to make you feel like a winner.

Getting back to school was oddly exciting for you that Monday. Since that day that you spent your time with Connor Murphy actually went well, you felt like you could have spent the entire day with him, maybe even hang out more often.

You were the first one to get to class, so you always had the chance to sit towards the back, where you liked to sit. Other people walked into the class, taking a seat in the surrounding desks, but you simply ignored them. But, one person you failed to notice coming your way was a certain Connor Murphy, who weaved his way through the tables, and all the way to seat next to yours. He sat down, and tried to act as if he weren’t there for you. When you looked in his direction, he was ravaging through his bag for something. Then, he handed a note over to you.

“I need you to, uh, proof read it,” He confessed, looking towards the floor.

“Oh, sure thing,” You said as you grabbed the note to take a look at it.

As you carefully unfolded it, and quickly read through it, not paying attention to what it actually meant. You turn to him and nod to let him know that it’s all correct. He got a good look at you and laughed a bit.

“Did you actually read it?” He questioned, still chuckling. As you gave him a questioning look, you turned your gaze onto the note once again, and read the words on the paper.

Q U I E R E S    S A L I R    C O N M I G O

Your eyes went wide. It was something you would have never expected in a million years, especially from him. It seemed like something that came straight out of a book.

W I L L    Y O U    G O    O U T    W I T H    M E

A blush creeped onto your face, and your hands were shivering from excitement. You dropped the paper in less than an instant, and scooted over to lock him into a strong embrace. Leaning your head close to his ear, you ecstatically whisper

“Sí,” and giggle softly as he (somewhat) hugs you back.

Summertime Sadness (Warren Worthington III)

Synopsis: Summertime is hard for you now, but Warren isn’t going to let you isolate yourself.

Warnings/Triggers: Minor cursing, parent death, mentions of suicide

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: I know Mother’s Day can be painful for some. It is for me. So I got this idea and it was really cathartic to write. If you’ve struggled with loosing a mom, or either parent for that matter, I hope this might help you. But I will make this warning again, suicide is discussed so if you’re easily triggered then please use caution. Title credit goes to Lana Del Rey and her song “Summertime Sadness”, if you’ve never heard it I’d recommend it because her voice is just so hauntingly beautiful. GIF and photo do not belong to me.

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Letters from Lance Chapter 1

Hey guys, here’s another Klance fan fic. This one is going to be a mini series about Lance writing letters to you about his high school days and feelings for Keith. 

Summary: Lance McClain was told to write letters about his problems after he reunites with his ex, Keith Kogane, during a high school basketball game. The reunion sparks an old flame that Lance desperately wants to put out.

Dear you,

To those of you reading this, hi, my name is Lance McClain. I’m a sixteen year old guy who tweets about his Starbucks runs and takes selfies that use the hashtags natural and no filter. Give me a break. Like I said, I’m sixteen. 

I’m writing to you because Shiro, the counselor at my school who acts like everyone’s dad, said I needed to get some things off my chest. So here goes nothing.

At my school everyone keeps score on how many girls and guys they slept with or basically cheated on throughout the school year. Well me, yeah, just keep this between us, but I’ve never slept with anyone. Girl or guy. It’s embarrassing when you’ve got about twenty guys in the gym locker room tossing around names of who slept with who, while I’m standing there between them trying to keep score of how many exams I failed. Yeah, true story.

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Off Limits (Part 2)

A Liam Dunbar Fan Fic

A/N: Part 2 is finally up so sorry about the wait! I did something a little different, I hope you all like it.

Warnings: Cursing, sexual content.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

To my fortunate surprise the day went smoothly all thanks to Mason for getting my papers ready. I played it safe and simply introduced myself, went over the syllabus, and tried to get to know each class. Most of the students were nice, some of course could have cared less, and then there was one who stood out. Liam Dunbar. The whole time I spoke during 1st period his eyes never left mine, like he was genuinely listening and interested in what I had to say. The little stunt he pulled before sitting down that first day still rings through my head, he called me hot. His words clouded my thoughts, I had to shake him. Come on get it together y/n. He is a student, you are 5 years older than him. He is off limits.

A week later….

Liam’s P.O.V.

“So the new anatomy teacher, she is really cool and not to mention hot. Definitely a 10.” Stiles said from across the table. My eyes shot up to see who he was talking to. Scott smiled and replied. “Yeah, she is nice and just so happens to be gorgeous. It will be an easy A.” The boys high fived each other. Malia spoke up this time. “I thought you guys already took anatomy?” Yeah I was thinking the same thing. I hated the thought of them talking about her like that, okay so maybe I am jealous. “We did. We are taking her AP course for extra credit and I need it for college.” Scott replied. Oh yeah he was going to be a veterinarian. Makes sense. Stiles is just a nerd wanting extra credit. “Liam don’t you have her too?” Malia asked. “Uh yeah 1st period actually. She is pretty great.” I said trying to play it cool. “Oh come on dude, you know she’s hot. Don’t deny it. You aren’t with Hayden anymore. You can talk about other chicks now.” Stiles said with his trademark grin plastered on his face. “Okay yeah she’s hot. Very hot. “ I finally admitted with a defeated smile. “Scott your little beta is blushing! Look how cute! Liam has a crush on Miss Y/L/N. That’s adorable.” Stiles yelled out while laughing. My blush faded into a scowl. Scott must have felt my chemo signals because he told Stiles to shut up. I wanted to punch him but I knew that would end badly. My anger is seriously my only weakness, well it was now its that along with her.

After finishing up with the pack I decided to head home. Walking on the side walk I couldn’t help but think about what just happened. What if Stiles tries flirting with her and she flirts back? After all he is 18. Ugh why do I torture myself? She has only been here a week and I am already a mess. The sound of a vehicle slowing down beside of me yanked me from my thoughts. I looked over and noticed it was Miss Y/L/N. “Hey Liam, its getting ready to pour the rain. Do you need a ride?” She yelled out through the passenger side window. She was smiling and looked absolutely perfect. I glanced up and noticed the sky was completely grey. “Uhm yeah sure thanks!” I replied while hopping in. I felt myself becoming nervous almost instantly. She was wearing a black dress with a red cardigan over it. Her cleavage was hidden enough to be suitable for school but my eyes were still glued to what I could see. Her hands gripped the steering while and I pictured them wrapped around my di…”So Liam how am I doing so far?” She spoke up. “Wha? What do you mean?” I replied. I barely registered what she had said. “How am I doing in class? This is my first year teaching. I don’t want to be so boring that I am torturing you guys.” Her voice was like a song and I could listen to it all day. Little did she know that just being in the same room was a form of torture to me. “Oh no you are great, really. I mean you are far from boring, the complete opposite actually. I love 1st period. It’s my favorite class now.” I said trying not to sound so desperate but I failed miserably. She blushed like crazy at my response. I made her blush. How was this possible? “Well thank you, I love hearing that. Especially coming from you. I always look forward to 1st period, I enjoy having you in class Liam. “ I couldn’t believe my ears, she was actually saying this. I knew my wolf ears were not deceiving me. Okay I have to calm down. She is just saying that in a teacher to student way, not is a flirtatious way. “Seriously? I mean cause I feel the exact same way, you make me want to come to class. ” I said while looking down to fidget with my hands. “I have to be completely honest with you Liam. I heard what you said on the first day. I’m not mad. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’m very flattered. “ She spoke so sweetly but she had a hint of something else in her voice. My werewolf senses started picking up on a very familiar chemo signal. No way, she is attracted to me….sexually. The scent was intoxicating as it poured off of her. “ I really meant it Miss Y/L/N. You are hot, beautiful, beyond sexy actually.” I spoke lowly, my voice sounded more rough now than before. She was making me crazy. A burst of adrenaline shot through me giving me more confidence. My hand instinctively went to her thigh where I rubbed soft circles onto her exposed skin. Her heart suddenly started to race. I could hear it pounding from her chest. “Liam you are going to get me into a lot of trouble if you don’t move your hand. This is a warning.” She said seductively. She didn’t really want me to stop but I did. “Sorry I couldn’t resist.” I let out a breathy laugh. I think I was holding my breath, I really didn’t want to overstep my boundaries. “Its okay, I’m not mad. Trust me. Okay now where do you live? I should get you home, its late.” She spoke now in her teacher tone sounding more professional. I told her which turns to take since she was new and wasn’t very familiar with Beacon Hills. We pulled into my drive way and I was sad that I had to get out of the car and leave her presence. “Okay so this is me, thanks again for the ride Miss Y/L/N. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Just as I went for the door handle she cupped my whole package into her hand. Her grip tightened and I couldn’t fight my now growing erection. “Here’s a little something to help you out later tonight.” She rubbed up and down my cock and moaned while she bit her lip. Then she took my hand, shoved it down the front of her dress and made me cup her bare breast. I almost came in my pants, she felt amazing. Her nipple was perfectly hard, I rolled it between my fingers. Gasping I lunged my hips upward to gain more friction. I had little self control. I wanted her so bad. “Fuck that felt so good Liam.” She called out. Hearing my name fall from her lips was heavenly. I gave her nipple a soft pinch, earning a louder moan this time. “Okay that’s enough. I have to stop. You are driving me insane.” She completely pulled away from me. The loss of her warmth made me mentally frown. “Bye Liam. “ She said as she fixed the top of her dress. I jumped out and gave her small wave as she pulled out of the drive way, she smiled back and winked. I watched her drive away, not caring that the rain was starting to come down harder. My erection was still making itself known and not going away anytime soon. I threw my bag over my crotch and walked into the house. “Hey buddy how was school?” My step dad yelled from the kitchen. “Uh it was fine. I don’t feel so good. I’m going to take a shower.” I replied. “Oh okay well dinner will be ready in about an hour if you feel like eating?” He asked. “Yeah its just a headache. I should be fine after a hot shower.”

I quickly jogged up the stairs and into my bathroom. I stripped my clothes off and threw them in the hamper. I turned the shower on and waited for it to heat up. Images of what just happened with Miss Y/L/N were racing through my head. I needed some sort of release. Right now. I hurried in and let the hot water run over me, my hand went straight for my length. Slowly I started moving up and down. I imagined that was her hand not mine as and that she was kneeling down in front of me. I grew harder by the second. All I could see was her face, biting that bottom lip and giving me the heart stopping eye contact that she was famous for. Pumping faster I so close but I needed a little more of a push, I pictured her taking my member into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around and sucking lightly on my tip. That was all it took, I came undone right then. Releasing what I had into my hand I moaned out her name, it sounded more like a growl. I finally caught my breath but still I was thinking about her. Getting myself off didn’t help at all. Fuck I’m screwed, I said aloud to myself. How was I going to get through the rest of the year now? All first period I am going to stay horny and distracted. The only solution was that I had to have her, no matter the risk. I was going to make it happen.

The One With The Radio Show

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Summary: After joining the school radio show for extra credit, Isaac falls for you and uses the morning announcements as an opportunity to let you know… with the whole school as an audience.

A/N: i’m so sad we aren’t going to see as much of stiles in the new season of teen wolf! aren’t you guys?

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“Extra credit, Mr Lahey-” Coach Finstock’s voice booms across the locker room, “-Is the only way you’ll be able to stay on the team. You’re poor academic achievements means I can’t keep you on the team otherwise and it’d be a real pity if I had to let you go.” Coach Finstock glares at him as though he has no other option but to get extra credit. Isaac feared dropping off the team to get better grades would mean getting his eyes gouged out.

“Well, what can I do for extra credit?” Isaac grumbles, shutting his locker.

“I am glad you asked,” Coach says enthusiastically, “Let me introduce you to someone,” he says, signalling for Isaac to follow him into his office.

At the sound of the door opening you stand up, waiting irritably for the Coach to address you.

“I’ve been here for an hour,” you say not so politely.

“Yes, well you can blame Mr. Lahey’s long showers for that,” Coach shrugs, “Y/N, this is Isaac. Isaac this is y/n.”

You nod to acknowledge him, staring at the coach with furrowed brows, “What exactly am I doing here?”

“Well, Isaac here needs extra credit and I’ve come to an agreement with the vice principal. I’ve been notified that there’s a vacancy on the school radio station?”

“We don’t just take anyone,” you say quickly, eyeing Isaac. You were aware of his reputation, mainly because of the many times you’d had to interrupt the morning portion of the show to tell him to go to the principal’s office over the intercom. He’d seemingly changed since integrating himself into Scott McCall’s group but you weren’t going to take any chances.

“Well, that’s not up to you because the vice principal has already OK’d it,” Coach says with a smile, pushing Isaac in your direction, “Go show him where the room is and sort him out. If he does something wrong you can come complain to me,” he reassures you.

“Like you’d do anything about it,” you grumble, walking out. You could hear Isaac’s heavy footsteps following behind you and despite walking faster, he caught up walking at exactly the same pace.

“Damn long legs,” you huff, turning to face him, “This is our room. There are currently four people on the team, you make five. There’s Taylor, Gabriella, Tyler and I.”

You unlock the room and wait for him to walk in before following, “We set up at 7am. As you know we do the notices while everyone is homeroom. We also do music over lunch and a show afterschool on Thursdays.”

“Why would you do a show after school?”

You sigh without answering, “If you just show up for the 7am at least 2 days a week, I’ll tell the Coach you’re doing fine. You don’t have to show up for lunch or the after show.”

“I can show up for all of it,” he shrugs. You swallow hard and smile, “Yes, but you don’t need to. You have no experience with this stuff and we actually take this show seriously. Lunch is music and Thursday’s show is important; we talk about important stuff.”

“I know about important stuff,” he grins, “And I have a great taste in music.”

You could tell he was just trying to psyche you out and you roll your eyes, not taking the bait. There was no way someone like Isaac would want to spend all his time doing a radio show.

“Right… look, 7am, okay?”

He nods, trailing his fingers over the soundboard.

“Don’t touch that,” you huff, slapping his hand away. He smiles as though amused and sits back in a chair, reclining, “So what do you do here?”

“A little bit of everything. Morning announcements-“

“So that’s you I always hear calling my name out,” he smirks.

“It’s not voluntary, trust me,” you scoff, “I also do music on some breaks and usually the Thursday show.”

“What exactly is on the Thursday show?” he asks.

“Guess you’ll have to listen in sometime,” you say. You nudge him, “Alright, let’s get out of here. You’ll remember this room, yes?”

“Yes,” he rolls his eyes, “See you tomorrow at 7.”

“Sure.” You watch him walk down the hallway, 90% sure he wouldn’t even arrive at school until 10am.

Over 2 weeks, you and Isaac had kind of fallen into a pattern. A pattern which entailed light flirting every morning and the two of you volunteering to take the lunch shift.

Most people on the team had picked up and given up arguing over shifts. They’d rather let the two of you have it then have to deal with third wheeling, seeing that even if only one you got the shift, the other would show up too.

“Lunch today?” Isaac asks, nudging you slightly as he walks in.

“I can’t,” you sigh guiltily, “I have something to do.”

He smirks, eyeing you curiously as he listens to your heart race, “What?”

“Just like a tryout,” you shrug, fiddling with the coffee machine. He catches your hand, “For what?”

“Cheerleading, okay?!”

Isaac snorts, “You’re trying out for cheerleading?!”

“Shut up,” you slap his arm playfully, “I have to get more extra-curricular’s!”

“Oh, so this is an extra credit kind of thing,” he teases.

“Oh please, don’t try put us on the same level. I’m way better than you.” You poke your tongue out and he rolls his eyes, “I cannot imagine you as a cheerleader.”

“Why not?” you ask, suddenly self-conscious.

“Because you’re you – you’re nerdy and dorky and literally live in this radio room!”

You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, “That’s not true!”

“It so is – if I hadn’t been forced into this extra credit thing I probably never would have met you - I mean, it’s not like you go to parties or anything.”

You could hear your heart hammering in your ears. You weren’t sure if you were hurt or angry that he thought these things about you.

“Right,” you huff, “No way a loser like me could have ever been associated with you unless you were forced into it.”

Isaac’s smile drops, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Whatever,” you grumble, “Anyways, if I make the team we have our first practice tomorrow morning so I’ll need you to cover the morning notices for me but if that’s too much for you to commit to, don’t worry -  my loser ass probably won’t make it anyway.”

You turn on your heels, rushing out of the room.

Sure it had only been two weeks but you were sure there was something between the two of you. But was that all he had thought of you? The geeky girl helping him with his extra credit, not worth anything to him in any other place or time?

Sure, you had had your own opinions of him before you actually got to know him but once you had, you hadn’t stuck to them.

But maybe he was just a cocky, arrogant asshole. Maybe you were right about him from the beginning.

Taking gymnastics for most of your childhood had paid off at cheerleading tryouts but left you so sore you could barely move. Having cheerleading practice the following morning didn’t help either.

You head to the field in uniform – kind of excited about having a whole new side to you, away from the station which had  basically been your life for the past two years.

You wander whether Isaac was actually taking the morning notices but then shrug it off – even if he wasn’t, he’d have to face the consequences with the coach and vice principal – it wasn’t your problem. He wasn’t your problem.

“Alright girls,” Kayla calls out, clapping her hands together loudly, “Welcome to squad newbies and welcome back returning members! This years-“

Before she can continue, the loud, screeching sound of feedback from the intercom speakers echo across the field.

“Here are your morning announcements,” you hear Isaac’s voice boom. You feel a wave of relief wash over you knowing that he actually took your shift.

“Students must be reminded that the tutoring centre is filling up and anyone who wants a tutor must sign up by the weeks end,” he sighs and sucks in a deep breath, “Freshman, please pulls your noses out of the maps and look for your classes with your eyes – it’s not that hard.”

That definitely wasn’t in the script.

“Let’s see,” he continues, “Uhhh – here we go: Isaac Lahey, please report to the principal’s office,” he chuckles over the intercom, “I guess that’s my cue to leave but before I do…

You could practically hear the self-satisfied smirk in his voice.

“I made the mistake of insulting one of the most beautiful, intelligent and talented girls I know this morning.”

Your eyes widen.

“Now, let me be clear – this girl is Y/N Y/L/N”

The cheerleading team turns towards you – some giggling, others annoyed the notices were interrupting practice time.

“Excuse me,” you mumble in embarrassment, running across the field back into the main building.

“She is gorgeous, I mean, she’s hot but she’s also funny and kind. She does this twitchy thing with her nose when she’s annoyed.” You could hear him going on as you ran through the halls – a few people staring and others laughing. You were too embarrassed to even stop and tell them to shove it.

“But, the point is, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you like that, I mean, if it isn’t obvious enough, I’m crazy about you. I skip lunch to hang out with you and I got here at 7am to set up the station – if that isn’t commitment, I don’t know what is,” he continues, “I hope you’re enjoying cheerleading practice if you’re listening.”

You could see the radio stations room’s door at the other end of the hall and speed up, dodging people as you pass the lockers.

“I’m sure you’ll do great… and I’m sure you look great. God, imagine you in a cheerleading uniform. Your ass in-“

“ISAAC!” you yell, throwing the door open.

He smirks at the sight of you, his pen in-between his teeth. He pulls it out and wiggles it between his forefinger and thumb, “Am I doing a good job?”

“You are so dead!”

You knew your cheeks were bright red and that you probably looked like a pissed off toddler, but no one could see you here. If you had to tackle him to the floor to teach him a lesson, you would.

“What?” he laughs, standing up and pulling the chair between the two of you, dodging you each time you lunged for him.

“What do you mean ‘what’?! This is the school radio show not the 0800 pervert line!

He chuckles, jumping across the room while you rush after him, “I was paying you a compliment! Telling you how beautiful I think you are!”

“Isaac!” you grunt, his shirt inches away from your grasp, “You were trying to embarrass me!”

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed!” he laughs, jumping over a table.

“I hate you!”

You were laughing now too, out of breath. He turns around and walks over to you as you double over and when you stand up, he’s inches away from you.

“No. You like me,” he says, “A lot.”

If your heartbeat and chemo signals hadn’t given you away, the look on your face would have.

“So? You like me! You just told them entire school!”

“Yes, I did,” he says proudly. He puts an arm around your waist, leaning in slowly. You close the distance between the two of you, standing on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck.

“Ahem,” the vice principal clears her throat in the doorway, “I think it’s time you ended the morning announcements, don’t you?”

You stare at the microphone in shock, realizing it had been on the entire time the two of you were chasing each other around and sucking face. Isaac, on the other hand, wasn’t so bothered.

“And that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentleman,” he says into the mic before cutting the feed.

school aus

♥ you need help in school and i could use some extra credit au.
♥ i stumble drunk in your hotel room during a school trip au.
♥ i accidentally take your book au.
♥ i found you cryingin the toilets au.
♥ we were working on a project til late and they locked us in au.
♥ your friends made fun of me and you stood up for me au.
♥ my best friend took you to prom but you slept with me au.
♥ your dad’s the teacher and i have to submit a late assignment by delivering it to his house au.
♥ i confused your locker for mine au.
♥ you loved books and we endedup making out in the back of school’s library au.
♥ i thought you’re my girl and i pulled you in the janitor’s closet au

city aus

♥ we shared a cab to pay less au.
♥ they called your name at starbucks but i snatched your cup and wrote my number on it au.
♥ my wannabe indie rock band plays a gig and you’re drunk as fuck
 dancing in front of me au.

♥ you helped me cross the street cause i was carrying too many bags au.
♥ you didn’t pick up your dog’s poop and i felt the need to call you out on it au.
♥ we got stuck in the elevator au.
♥ i crashed your car while parking au.
♥ you dropped your wallet and i brought it to your house au.
♥ “keep it down when having sex” au.
♥ we came up on kiss cam during a giants game au.
♥ you almost got hit by a car and i pushed you away au.

other aus

♥ we got involved in a fight at a bar and had to spend the night sharing a cell au.

♥ we kissed at a party and next day our parents told us they’re dating au.

♥ you’re thirty years younger than my father but you’re dating him au.


Main Quest Part 1.5

Chapter 1 “Hero, Restarts”

King: What!? Alba?!
Soldier: Yes, he said he wants an audience with Your Majesty to talk to you.
King: To hell with that! No way, no way! I’m busy right now! Busy settling various things! Besides, it’s all his fault! That’s why he’s been sentenced to 30 years-
Soldier: Um, but,

Soldier: I’ve already brought him along.
King: WHY!?
Soldier: Because he said he wanted me to bring him.
King: Just because he says he wanted you to bring him doesn’t mean you should freely allow a prisoner out, right!?
Alba: Your Majesty.
Your Majesty, you want fame, don’t you?
I’m going to revive the Demon Lord.

King: Do you have… some kind of method…?
Alba: Not at the moment, but I will definitely find one.
King: Then no way! No way!
Minister: Your Majesty.
Currently, “the king is reviving the Demon Lord and Alba was thrown in prison for attempting to prevent that” is the rumor being spread far and wide throughout the world.
King: I know that! It’s what I’m busy dealing with right now!
Minister: What better way to dispel those rumors than to have Alba himself deny them?

Minister: In any case, we have not thought of a way to revive the Demon Lord yet either. So if we allow him to travel and find a method to revive the Demon Lord, while at the same time he takes care of those rumors…
Ah! It’s a little too difficult to understand!
To put it this way, if Mr. Bear is in trouble, Mr. Rabbit will~
Alba: Are the things he’s using supposed to be me?
King: I see! Then go forth, Hero Alba!

Alba: I’m starting my journey as a hero for the second time now…
The first time, I was together with a really condescending soldier…
To think that for my second time around, I’d be trying to find him…
Alright, time to go! First things first, I’ll meet up with Ruki!

Chapter 1 “Hero, Restarts” / END

To be continued in MQ Part 2 Volume 2!

anonymous asked:

Ayy Metropolis native here, is it true that you shouldn't take extra credit opportunities offered by a professor? I need it in psych 305, but my friend said the prof might be a Scarecrow hench

Well, if you need it, take it. I know it might sound scary, but make sure you always have a gas mask on hand and know where the nearist hospital is to get a FT antidote. 

Meeting Him

Y/n = Your name

Originally posted by teenwolfcharacters

Scott : 

     I was walking into my new school. Beacon Hill high school. Me being the horrible person I wasn’t looking on where I was going and had to bump into this really cute boy. 

“Watch where your going new girl”

“Really Jackson why do you have to be so insensitive? Here let me help you. I’m Danny.”

“Thanks. I’m Y/n. Can you help me find my class this school is a maze?”

“Sure what do you have?”

“Um chemistry”

“I have that to I could take you there if you want but just to warn you Mr.Harris is the worst” 

As Danny and I walk to chemistry we talked and talked and learned a lot about each other. He learned how I’m amazing at a cross bow and I learned that he’s gay, I told him that it was really cute that he was gay and that I totally support it.

We walk into Mr.Harris’s class and I sat down beside Danny because he was the only person I know so far. Beside us there was two cute boys. I hope that they aren’t jerks like that Jackson kid.

“Okay class before I began by saying that there is a new student. Please tell us your name and state something about you”

“Well my name is Y/n and I don’t really want to state something about me”

“Alright. Let’s start with class”

I went to go and sit down. Right as I sat down I got a note.

Hi I’m Scott and beside me is my best friend Stiles

Stiles :

Originally posted by going-to-live-happily

How did I get here? Right now I’m sitting here in the back of a cop car for beating up somebody. I’m sorry I was trying to stick up for myself. The guy almost raped me. So I cried for help than kicked him in the balls and punched than ran. I screamed and screamed. I saw these two guys. I was trying to call them. They both ran over to me.

“Stiles I think you should call your dad. She was calling for help.”

“Ya good idea”

That Stiles called his dad. 

“Hi I’m Scott what happened?”

That guy showed like he cared. 

“Some guy grabbed me and pulled me into this ally. I kicked him and ran I don’t know where he went”

“Stiles! Come watch her”

Scott started to ran really fast. Like REALLY FAST.

“Hey I’m Stiles. My dad’s a cop he’s almost here. Can you tell me whats your name?”

“It’s (Y/N) and thank you”

Now here I am. We reach the police station and Stiles dad helped me out. 

“Hey kid can you answer a few of my questions?”

He asked as we walked into the station.

After the questioning I was left into the room all by myself. Stiles dad came back in. 

“Hey. Someone is here for you can you come here to identify if you know him.”

I got up to leave the room but Stiles dad stopped me.

“If your leaving tell me so I can get the papers for you sign or if you need me I’ll be over here.”

I nod. I go out to see who’s here to see me that I need to identify. But I saw Stiles sitting on  a bench hing looking like he’s waiting for someone.

“Hey Stile I just wanted to say thank you  and your friend for saving me out there”

“Your welcome. here take Scott’s and my number. Just in case you need anything.”

Issac :    

Originally posted by love-is-in-the-air-baby-love

 Scott’s pov

“So Issac since my sister is in danger and you live with us your going to help me take turns with watch over.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Yes well she doesn’t live with us. When my parents got separated we also got taken away from each other but we still talk. She apparently can’t stand him anymore so she got her own place. She knows about the werewolf stuff. Also I have a key to her place.”

He nodded. 

I unlocked the front door and took my shoes off. So did Issac. 

“ I’m going to go to her room and see if shes asleep”

I left Issac downstairs. I put my ear to her door to hear with my wolf hearing to hear any movement.

I went back downstairs to tell Issac. We walked up the stairs and I opened the door. I put a pillow and blanket on the chair she has and Issac out his blanket and pillow on the floor. 

“I’ll take the first shift. You sleep for twenty minutes than when the twenty minutes are up. I’ll wake you up and repeat.”

(Y/N) pov

I woke up to see two boys sleeping. Ones on my chair, the other on my floor. I know the one on the chair. That’s my brother Scott. The other I don’t know. He’s probably Issac the one that Scott keeps on talking about that’s living with them.

I start to stretch. As I stretch the two boys woke up in a flash. 

“Uhhh we uh” 

“Ya what he said”

Those boys are two dorks sometimes. 

“Um I’m just gonna go off a guess. Some werewolf is going to after me and your here to watch me and you two were going to take shifts but one of you fell asleep.” 

Magic right.

They both look shocked. As if I just figured out their whole night. 

“Well Issac here fell asleep so ya”

“No I didn’t” 

They both looked at each other to figure out who fell asleep.

“Ok” Issac said “I might have been the last one up”

Jackson : 

Originally posted by robinofthewood

(This one is short sorry) 

My sister Allison and I just came to this school. We both find every guy super but there’s this one guy that I think is super cute. 

Jackson Whittmore. But he’s dating Lydia Martin. And now he’s coming over here. 

“Hi I’m Jackson Whittmore. Coach told me to give you a tour around the school and to show plus take you to all your classes.” 

I just nodded hoping that anything that I saying I know will come out sounding nervous. 

“Where did you come from?”


“That’s far. How come you move?”

“My dad’s jobs. We travel a lot for his job”

Derek Hale : 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

I walked into my school. Beacon hill high school. I walked past the dicks of the school. They all play basketball.  But there is one cute guy

Derek Hale. 

And he’s coming this way. Oh god someone please kill me.

“Hey babe where you going.”

“First off don’t call me babe we aren’t together and I’m to the office because I need to talk to office lady.”

“Why baby in trouble”

“Ha! Right your funny. I need to talk to her because I need extra credit to pass math and I have to sign up where she is. Plus why am I telling you?”

“Because I have a way with words.”

Were both walking to the office and as we walk up to the office Derek starts to smirk.

“Why are you smirking like that”

“No reason”

I signed up for the easiest place to get good and easy credits.

“Ok miss (Y/L/N) you are going to have to help the coach with the basket ball team”

And I got my reason on why he’s smirking.

“Ok let’s go babe I have basketball practice now.” 

He says that with his arm around my shoulder.

Time skip to when their older and more mature.

“Derek!! You can’t just do that to that perfectly working DJ board!” 

Yes. Derek just found out that the kids were having a party at Derek’s loft but I think that it’s completely fine that they are.

We were kids once. We did bad things, and yes I know about the whole werewolf thing I’m one too. Peter bit me. 

Everyone knows and likes me, and they support our relationship. 

Boyd : 

Originally posted by lesbianisabelle

I walked with Stiles to find this kid named Boyd. Is that even his real because I’ve never met him and I just think Stiles is going crazy. Stiles need Boyd to give him the keys so Stiles, Lydia, Scott, and Allison can go on a double date. I didn’t think that Lydia agreed to go with Stiles.

I don’t even know why I’m even going with Stiles because I’m not going onto this date with them and if I was I would have been the third wheel of them. 

We reach into the cafeteria and I see this black guy sitting lonely at a table. Stiles goes over that lonely guy.


God damn Stiles can you be any more awkward.

This Boyd guy looks up to look and Stiles and sees me.

“Ok so I have the $20 dollars you told me to get you”

“No I told you $50″

“Really? Because I heard 20″

Than I spoke up

“Oh my god Stiles stop being a cheap”

“Fine $40″ 

Boyd just continued eating his lunch. 

“Here Boyd the full $50 can we have the keys now?” 

And he gave me the keys not Stiles. I think because I’m just prettier than Stiles.

“What?!?!? I paid for most of it and she gets the keys?”

“Yup because she didn’t give a fuss about it”

I gave Stiles the keys and he walked off pouting. I went to get up to follow him and rub it into his face that I got the keys and he didn’t but Boyd stopped me.

“Hey do you want to go it sometime?”

“Ya sure I would love that”

 Theo : 

Originally posted by monkeysflingpoop

I walk into the weight room with my younger brother Liam and his best friend Mason. As we walk in with the boys talking aboout how Liam is on the lacross team and how Mason should get one of the boys on the team I saw this guy taking off his sweater and you can see all his glory.

This abs guy saw me string and winked at me. Did he jjust fucking winked at me. I just decided to play this cool and roll my eyes at him.

I go off to work out with the boys but I couldn’t help but to think whats this mystery boys name?

“Hey Liam. Whats that’s kids name?”

“Theo why?”

Mason deicded to speak up being the wonderful human being he is

“Dude she likes what she sees. She has a crush on him

“Really (Y/N) can’t you like someone who likes me. That kid hates my guts”

“I doubt that who can hate your guts.”

I go onto the floor and start doing push ups. 

“He babe I know you like what you see and I like what I see let’s hangout”

“Ha! Your funny just saying that makes me think that you a douche”


Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

Wow high school. Since I’m Lydia Martins little sister I have to g to Beacon hill high school. I am a freshmen and Everywhere I go there is another cute guy, Knowing Lydia she would tell me that I should go after them.

What she doesn’t know is that I have a boyfriend already. I never told her because she steals all of my boyfriends from me. She just had to be the pretty one out of us.

I walk into the library to find Lydia eye raping my Boyfriend Aiden. I heard Allison, her best friend, and her talking about them.

“Which one would you want?”

“The straight one of course”

So what Ethan’s gay I think that it’s a cute thing about him. I can rant to him without having an issue.

I walk up to the boys to see Ethsn eye raping A kid I think named Danny, and Aiden looking like he’s looking for someone. 

I walk up to them and Aiden’s face lights up.

“Hey I’ve been looking for you”

And he kisses me on the cheek.

I look over to where Lydia is and she looks shocked. 

That’s what she gets for trying to take my man.

That’s it this was my first preference please like, re-blog and message me on what I need to improve on or if you want to request. 


Back to Haunt You (Pt. 1)

Request for this scenario:

he is your new teacher… the teacher you actually had a one night stand, totally akward but steamy too hahaha. I will love to see his sassys remarks mixed with something naughty. smut or not, its up to you to decide!!

Group: BTS

Pairing: Suga (Yoongi) x Reader

Genre: Smut

“As you all know, we are here to celebrate the extraordinary opening of our haunted house tomorrow night-” your event coordinator, Jane, announced. She had a drink in one hand and a mic in the other. You took a sip from your own cup and sighed, rolling your eyes.

Your school had a rich history of throwing the best haunted houses. It was so extraordinary that it became the hotspot for Halloween in your state. The place would be so packed with students from surrounding colleges that 2 years ago, the school had a ‘mansion’ built specifically for this event. Of course they used it multiple times throughout the year but it was mainly used to scare the crap out of drunk college kids.

“-we’ve been working on THIS haunted house for months now so we all deserve to live it up before show time, right?” Jane said with her annoyingly bubbly personality. You asked the bartender for another drink and he nodded.

“You guys have been working on this for months?” a voice asked from your left. You turned your head to the voice.

“Uh, yeah. Well, we have, Jane has been twiddling her thumbs and taking in the credit” you said. The bartender sat your drink down and you threw out a quick ‘Thanks!’ before drinking a little.

“I heard that your college bought a building just for Halloween?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, just goes to show how much money they cash in from this thing. That’s the only reason they care about it. They sentence students to work on it for free. Then everyone in the state- college kids, adults, even some kids- pay $30 to come” you said, drinking a little more. He smiled slightly, his eyebrow raising.

“I’m guessing that you were one of the students who was sentenced to work for free?” he asked.

“You would be right. Six months of my life was taken away by this project” you said with a sarcastic happiness. He laughed and turned in his bar stool a little to face you.

“What did you do? Is it some sort of punishment?” he asked.

“Well, for me, I needed to do it for extra credit. For almost everyone else in here, it was punishment. Oh, and there are a few crazies who just like it” you smiled, pointing behind you to Jane.

“I thought that you said she just takes the credit?”

“Exactly” you responded. He laughed and you looked him up and down, his smile drawing you in. His skin was pale. Very pale. He ordered a drink just as Jane finished up her pointless speech. Everyone who had been listening- everyone but you- clapped for her and you just went back to your empty cup.

“So… do teachers get in on this?” he asked.

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Tips for rising freshman

•all you REALLY need in high school are folders, binders, pens/pencils, and flashcards to study with. No need to make your backpack heavy with a bunch of useless school supplies

• be nice to EVERYONE, I can’t stress this enough. Even if all your friends don’t like someone, give them a chance first! Smile at people and talk to everyone, including the nerdy kid everyone bullies

• pls don’t procrastinate. I know you will but make it a habit early to finish things BEFORE they are due. Try working on something the day it is assigned so if you have questions you have time to ask. A tip is to set your own due date a few days before the real one so if you do procrastinate you aren’t working on it the night before the actual due date

• sleep Sleep SLEEP. Go home, do your homework, and go to bed atleast before 12 or you will regret your life, seriously.

• don’t be scared to make new friends or joining clubs, etc. Its a great way to come out of your shell and it keeps you busy. If you have social anxiety like me, I know it’s hard but I promise if you put yourself in situations like this over and over you get better at feeling comfortable with large groups of people.

• Socratic Circles are only as hard as you make them. Remember that everyone has to talk the same amount of times as you and are probably just as nervous as you are! Most likely your classmates are thinking more of about what they are going to say and less about what you are saying out loud. And if you prepare enough the night before you shouldn’t worry because you know what to say.

• enjoy freshman year :) it only gets harder and the drama gets more dramatic

• don’t give a shit about impressing people, high school is about finding yourself so don’t let other people get in the way of your happiness

• don’t send nudes, dont send nudes, dont SEND NUDES

•your high school bf/gf will probably mean nothing to you once your in college, remember that.

•getting bad grades a few times is NORMAL. everyone gets them so just try harder next time, there is nothing you can do to fix it now

• be friendly with your teachers. Youre going to need them for teacher recommendations and when you need extra credit

These are all the things I wish I knew or was told that helped me a lot freshman year. If you want to add anything feel free to comment!

OQ Smut Week: Day 5

Teacher and Student

Robin Locksley stood outside Mifflin Hall, working up the courage to go inside. Everyone told him he was foolish, that Professor Mills did not offer extra credit and that he should just accept the fact he was going to fail her law class. But Robin was not one to just give up. 

His shoes echoed in the empty hall as he approached her office. It was the only one with the door open and the lights on, meaning she was working late. With a deep breath, he knocked on the wall by the door frame. 

“I don’t have evening hours,” she said, not bothering to look up. 

“I know, Professor, but I was hoping you might make an exception this time.” 

Regina Mills glanced up, her brown eyes scanning over him before she frowned. “Mr. Locksley, what can I do for you?” 

“I was hoping to discuss my grade with you,” he replied, palms sweaty. 

She leaned back. “What’s there to discuss? You bombed the last quiz and your paper was only so-so. There’s not much else I can do.” 

“Maybe with some extra credit…” He took a few long strides closer but she held up her hand, halting him. 

Professor Mills shook her head. “I don’t give extra credit. Everyone on this campus knows that.” 

“Can’t you make an exception? Just this once?” He sat down across from her, letting his messenger bag land on the floor with a dull thud. 

“If I make an exception for you, I’ll have to make one for everyone. So, no, Mr. Locksley, I can’t.” 

He sighed. “Is there anything I can do?” 

She tilted her head, studying him as her red lips formed a smile. “I think there is. How far are you willing to go to improve your grades?”

“All the way,” he said.

“Good.” Professor Mills stood and crossed her office. She closed the door and locked it, turning to give him a look of unbridled lust. 

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