i was bored today during class

Waiting all day [Peter Maximoff x Reader]

Request: I LOVE YOUR WRITING, FAM. I was wondering (if you’re not busy) Could write a Peter Maximoff imagine about him biting/tugging at the readers bottom lip while kissing? I think that’d be sexy af. Regardless, keep up ya work!

Warnings: Heated make out at the end, otherwise it’s just fluff

Word count: 914

A/N: It’s a bit short but I hope that you enjoy it! @carlquesarito

Originally posted by lokiyoulittle

The sunrise woke you up. Groggily, you rubbed your eyes, sitting up, careful not to wake your silver-haired boyfriend up, even though almost nothing could awaken him. You looked around his bedroom, remembering the movie night you and Peter had had. You had watched the complete Star Wars saga. You had fallen asleep during episode II but you knew that Peter had watched the whole thing.

You were staring at his bare back and smiled. In your heart, you knew that Peter Maximoff was the one for you. You decided that you would stay in bed a little longer, grabbing a book and snuggling against your boyfriend. Immediately, he turned around and spooned you, he was still asleep but, somehow, he had sensed that it was you. You smiled softly and inhaled his sweet scent before opening your book and reading.

About an hour later, a voice brought you out of your trance, “How lucky am I to wake up next to the girl that I love?” You turned to face him, he softly placed his lips on your forehead, “Morning beautiful.” He smiled.

“Morning love. Sleep well?” you asked.

“With you next to me?” he grinned, “Better than ever.”

You both stayed like this, cuddling, for a few minutes until you got up to get dressed. Instantaneously, Peter started whining about Professor Xavier ruining your couple time by educating you and other ridiculous stuff. Despite his complaining, you took out a pair of black jean shorts and a rosewood red tank top.

You started undressing and, suddenly, Peter stopped talking. You slipped on your top when a gust of wind hit you and Peter’s hands were on your waist.

“You look hot.” He whispered in your ear, his breath fanning on your neck.

“Peter.” You scolded him, “Now is not the time, I have History and I can’t be late.” You slipped your shorts on and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, “I love you.”

You only had the time to hear him repeat what you had said before rushing out of your boyfriend’s dorm, leaving him standing in his room, speechless about the effect you had on him. You guys always said ‘I love you’ to each other but every time these words came out of your mouth, his heart skipped a beat. Everybody could see that he was head over heels for you and that you felt the same towards him. Every couple wanted to be like you and every single person find a someone that would love them as much as you loved each other.

During the day, Peter’s words rung in your ears. The classes you had today were boring so, the idea of a boyfriend waiting a whole day to be able to kiss you got you through the day. Meanwhile, Peter was in X-men training, distracted. He too, could not get the idea of his lips against you out of his mind. “Only an hour.” He thought, looking at the clock, desperate for time to go faster.

Finally, you walked out of your class and sped to Peter’s room. As you expected, he was sitting on his bed, wearing his signature jacket with a bow of Twinkies in his hands. One of his favorite tunes was playing in the background. He looked up at the sound of you opening the door and beamed. He placed the box on the bed and got up, walking towards you.

“I missed you.” He said, grabbing onto the hoops of your shorts and pulling you towards him.

“Me too.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I was left thinking about you all day. I don’t really like how we left off on our last encounter.” He slipped his hands around your waist.

“Me neither. How about we pick up from where we left off?” you grinned and mirrored your actions.

“I’m fine with that babe.” He brought his face closer to yours, your lips nearly touching each other.

“I don’t remember where we were at.” Every time your lips moved, they brushed Peter’s.

“Let me remind you.” He grinned even more before smashing his lips against yours.

You immediately replied by pushing your lips onto his with an equal force. Your lips molded together like pieces of a puzzle, perfectly. Softly, he bit down on your bottom lips eliciting a gasp from you. He continued to tug on it lightly, making you moan. He used this to his advantage and slipped his tongue in your mouth which started a battle for dominance in your mouth. He won and his tongue didn’t hesitate to wander around your mouth. You unwrapped your arms from his neck, not detaching your lips from his, and tugged his jacket off and discarded it on the floor. He pulled away to take off your top and laid you down softly on his bed. He slipped out of his own black t-shirt and you spent a few seconds staring at his chiseled chest before he crawled over you, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. He brought his lips back to yours and started nipping at your bottom lip again. Your hands trailed down his abs and reached his pants. After unbuckling his belt, you took off his pants, leaving him in his black underwear. Peter had started creating hickeys on your collarbone and you moaned into his shoulder. At that moment, both of you knew that you were in for a thrilling night.

Tongue Tied || Peter Parker x Reader

I was supposed to write a drabble for Tsukishima for my DeviantArt page, but lost the muse to do so. here, have another peter parker x reader that no one asked for (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m writing this in celebration of finally reaching 400 followers!!! ;w; this means so much to me ahhhh and I’m super excited!!

so to celebrate, I’m writing this story, which was inspired by ranma ½ where the doctor character loses his shit whenever the girl he’s in love with is close to him.

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: none, just a really clumsy Peter Parker.

word count: 3,300+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. Reblogs are fine!


Little did Peter know, just about everyone in his class was out to get him.

Now, it came as no surprise that Peter Parker wasn’t too poised even on his best days, but his clumsiness seemed to enhance by a tenfold whenever she was around.

[Full Name], a girl who seemed to blend in with just about any clique because of how kind and easy she was to talk to. The girl was not too popular nor much of a loner, she was just there.

But her presence was enough to turn Peter into a bumbling and tongue tied idiot. Many of the students who attended Midtown High could not find (or see) a reason why this Parker kid was so smitten with [Name]. All they knew was that watching Peter trying to communicate with the girl was hilarious.

Because of how his brain seemed to turn to mush around her, everyone who shared a class with both Peter and [Name] had conspired together to force the two of them together for the remainder of the year. They had no idea of the consequences, and was honestly just looking for a good laugh.

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friendship da(y)te

summary: au where simon and baz are best friends and friendship day comes around. okay, i promise it’s not that lame,, please read my fic

word count: 1.4k

this is for @carryon-valentines day 1: friendship day

i’m sorry i might’ve made it less friend and more SHIP but yeah


“BAZ!” I yell as soon as I spot his tall, lean figure heading towards me. “Happy Friendship Day!”

I run towards him and envelope him in a bone-crushing hug.

“You too, Snow!”

His arms come up around my waist and we just stand there. Holding each other. Like we’ve done so many times before. Not romantically.

But I wish it were.

Romantic, I mean.

It’s been this way for months now, since I figured it out. That I liked Baz. He’s my best friend, he’s been my best friend for years, and I know everything about him. Only later I realized that my obsession with him was not just because of our strong friendship.

It was because of his deep, grey eyes and how they twinkle when he smiles.

It was because of his silky, soft hair that falls in perfect waves- framing his face (really, everything about him is a piece of art.)

It was because of making him play the violin not just because he’s brilliant, but also so that I could watch him focus while his eyes are shut.

Yeah, I’m obsessed. And I don’t even know how to tell him because…

What if he takes it badly?

It might fuck up our friendship.

And there’s no way in hell that I’m taking that chance.


I can see his mop of bronze curls from a mile away, and I can recognize them within seconds. Because I’m whipped. He hugs me as soon as he sees me, and I hold him there, just like I do all the time. I rest my head on his, and I breath in his smoky, refreshing scent that’s all too familiar by now. I don’t think he knows that I love him, and I don’t think he realizes how much it pains me to celebrate “Friendship Day” with him, because honestly. Enough of this friendship thing. I’m pretty sure I fell for him two days after we met, but he’s a moron and he’s straight. So. I just wallow in my misery everyday. We have only a few minutes here anyway; he has to go to his classes (astrophysics- his first class on Tuesday mornings) (it is sad that I know that) and I have to go for mine- History (honestly a really boring subject- I happen to know everything already since I studied it during the vacation.) We’ll meet again at lunch for an hour and a half, and then if he decides to come over, then maybe longer. But that’s it. Nothing special to look forward to.

“Baz, how about dinner today?” he asks.

“Sure. As a Friendship Day thing?”

“As a date, I guess.”

I pray that I’m not blushing. He says it so plainly. It can’t possibly mean more that being just a get-together in the name of our friendship.

But I guess I do have something to look forward to.




Did I just say that? Oh my god.

As soon as Baz turns away, I’m pretty sure I’m red enough to stop traffic. I rush to class, worried about just about everything that could possibly go wrong. I float through the day, until it’s lunch, where I finally see Baz again.

He starts conversation immediately-

“So, what, for our dinner do you want me to wear a suit?”

He says it sarcastically, and obviously I know he’s being sarcastic, but it would be great to see him in a suit.

So I say, “Sure, if you want to.”

He cocks his head towards me. “Okay. I’ll wear a suit if you do.”

If it means seeing Baz in a suit, then yes I’m wearing a suit.


Fifteen minutes before I have to get there, I start searching for suits, and simultaneously realize how my time management skills are equivalent to those of a coconut. I have none.

After three minutes of frantic searching, I find a grey suit that looks about my size and that’ll have to do because honestly, I’m having a bit of a time crisis here. I head to the bathroom and hastily get dressed, and then I rush to the restaurant where I’m should’ve reached ten minutes ago.


I happen to have an entire collection of suits because of our family dinners. So I just went through them and chose a dark, black one. Typical.

I left the house giving myself twenty minutes to get there. We’re going to a relatively fancy restaurant so we don’t look too out of place with our outfits. I reach there five minutes before time, and I’m pretty sure I’ve reached before Simon. He’s late all the time anyway, so it’s no surprise. And I like the idea of being here before him so I can take some time to take in the surroundings, and so that I can choose a nice place to sit- preferably in the corner, so Simon and I can talk in peace.

Why does our little friendship day outing feel like a date?

Simon walks in ten minutes later, his eyes searching. I wave to him, and he heads towards me. Are his pupils a little blown or is that just me?

It’s probably just me.

He’s wearing a grey suit, and it’s sitting on his shoulders perfectly, outlining him and somehow not looking too tight. His hair is messy and tousled, as it is all the time, and his eyes are like shining wells of clear water reflecting the brilliant blue sky above. It’s overwhelming.

He looks stunning.


I look at Baz, and I just can’t stop looking.

Because shit.

He’s beautiful.

In a black suit that compliments his lean, muscular features and his grey eyes (that look bright now, because of his dark clothing) perfectly. I think it’s too much for me to take. I just really want to kiss him. He’s sitting in front of me, and even though we’re talking about what food we’re about to order, I’m just thinking about his lips. And how they move when he talks to me. And how they would taste if I, you know, hypothetically of course, kissed him.

This really does feel like a date. He insists on paying. And that leaves me feeling like I should give him something in return.

How about a kiss? My mind nags. I force it to shut up.

But it doesn’t stop.


We walk out of the restaurant, and it’s dark.

He asks me if I want to stay over, and obviously, I don’t deny.

We’re walking alone to his place.

It’s dark.

And I want to kiss him.

“Baz…” Simon says.

I stop and turn to him.

His eyes are bright with some kind of unidentifiable fire.



Okay, fuck it. I’ve had enough. I need Baz’s lips on mine.

“You know what?” I say, “I didn’t give you anything for friendship day.”

I take a step closer, and I can only hope that his expression is a reflection of my own.

“I mean…” I go on, “You gave me that dinner.”

A step forward.

“So thank you for that.”

And another.

“And now…I want to give you…”



He’s so close, so close.

And then he kisses me.

His lips are on mine, moving, and hot.

My arms move slide up around his back, and he pushes me.



Baz is kissing me back.

It’s unbelievable.

His lips are magical. Just what I expected.

It’s hot and it’s cold at the same time.

And I’m kissing Baz.



He isn’t stopping.

And honestly, I’m glad.

Simon Snow is kissing me.

I’m kissing Simon Snow.

My best friend.

My love.


The moment stretches and the kiss feels much longer than it actually is. It’s not like I’m keeping track of anything.

I’m way past rational thought.

The sparks I feel running through my veins and the tingles I feel every time I make contact with Baz’s skin seem imaginary and all too real, at the same time.

Let’s never stop this.



Okay, firstly, Simon is gay. Or bisexual. Whatever it is, it’s an actual blessing.

Secondly, Simon is so good at this kissing thing?

His arms, his jaw, his tongue.

They all seem to exactly what they’re doing.

I, on the other hand, have my mouth jammed against his; my arms are tracing random patterns on his back. It all worries me, really. What if I’m not good enough? I’m probably shit, considering my experience with this stuff.

But Simon is smiling against my mouth.

And Simon is sighing and saying my name.

Maybe…maybe I’m doing okay.




I pull away, reluctantly.

It takes so much effort.

“Let’s go home?”

Baz sighs, nods, and takes my hand.

It is a happy friendship day indeed.

Valentine’s Day Countdown: Only look at me (Jungkook)

Masterlist | Taehyung | Jungkook | Hoseok | Yoongi |

Summary: They had been best friends all their lives, but for Jungkook something had changed, and he needed to confess how he felt, no matter what the result was.

Members: Jungkook

Type: Angst

Length: 4.1k

Originally posted by jengkook

Jungkook arrived at class earlier that day. He had woken up excited, got out of bed dancing and headed to the shower humming his favourite song.

‘Today is going to be a good day’ was the first thought that crossed his mind.  

He sat in his regular seat, close enough to the teacher to pay attention when he needed to, and far enough to still look like a dedicated student while letting his mind wander drawing or talking to his best friend, which were two of his favourite distractions. He had known her since elementary school, and yet she would nag at him when he talked too much. She was really focused on her studies, and he was proud of her because of that.

They had always been a strange pair, best friends but poles apart. She was the intelligent one, while Jungkook was tagged as artistic and kind of rebellious. He had been following her his whole life, always worrying about her well-being. When they finished high school they found themselves at a crossroad, but Jungkook couldn’t stand the idea of being apart, and followed her to college, where they even shared some classes.

They had seen each other every day since they were ten years old.

Jungkook smiled remembering the tiny girl with twiggy legs that had asked him to be his friend with a shaky voice while he placed his belongings over the table. She always managed to make his heart flutter, it didn’t matter if she was with him or not.

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You Learn Something New Everyday (M)

Summary: You have to say you don’t like all your classes or professors, but Professor Kim Seokjin was not only delicious to look at, he actually made Art History interesting.  That’s why you jumped at the chance to be his Teacher’s Assistant for the fall semester.  And you knew it would be amazing, but what you didn’t plan for was Kim Namjoon to register for his class.  Or for him to request tutoring from you.

Word Count: 6000+

Tags: Sir!Kink. Brat Taming. AU!BTS. NamJinxReader.  No BoyxBoy

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Kisses [Rocky/Minhyuk]

Your first kiss with Minhyuk?-anonymous

It was the beginning of the new school year and your teacher, Mr. Park, decided to change your seating arrangements so that students could “learn more from one another”, but everyone knows that it’s just his way of separating the noisy kids from each other.

“Kang Jin Ah and Yoon Suho.”

“Kim Soo Bin and Nam Ilhoon.”

“Taehyung and Shinhye”

“Y/N and Minhyuk.”

“Yes.” You grinned as soon as you heard his name. Fortunately for you and unfortunately for Mr. Park, Minhyuk was one of the kids who you actually could talk to and very loudly at that. While Minhyuk was busy getting his books, you reached into the side of your backpack and pulled out a bag of Hershey kisses. Placing one on his table, you smiled at him.

“Hey Minhyuk.”

“Hi.” He smiled back as he sat down next to you and poked the piece of chocolate, “A kiss? What is this supposed to mean?”

“It means I don’t want you to get bored during Math, you idiot.” You laughed as the class begins.


Every morning, you would always leave a piece of Hershey kisses on his desk before he arrives and he would always tease you about wanting to kiss him.

Minhyuk smiled happily as he walked to class, thinking about how he should tease you today. Opening the door to the class room, his smile faded when he saw that the seat next to him was empty and there was nothing on his desk.

“Where’s Y/N?” He turned to one of your best friends and asked.

“Didn’t you hear? Y/N got in an accident yesterday so she’s stuck at home for the rest of the week.”

“Is it serious?”

“She only broke her arm, nothing else.”

“Thanks Soobin.”Minhyuk sighed as he took his seat and laid his head down on the table, staring at your empty chair.  


A knock on the door came while you were sitting on the couch, watching TV.

“What are you doing here?” You blurted in surprised when you saw it was Minhyuk. Scratching his head awkwardly, he mumbled a hello before asking if he could come in.

“What are you doing here?” You asked once again.

A moment of complete silence passed by before he muttered something which you couldn’t quite catch.


“Can I have a kiss?” He said, only slightly louder than the first time.

You stared at him and burst out laughing, “You honestly came all the way to ask me for a kiss? Wait here, I’ll go g-” Before you could finish your sentence, Minhyuk cut you off with a quick peck on the lips.

“I really missed your kisses, Y/N.” He looked at you, blushing beet red.

Imagine #5 My Valentine

Originally posted by carboneross

February 14th…

Valentine’s Day… Our special day. Not only was it Valentine’s Day to us, but Neymar also asked me to be his on this day, exactly 2 years ago. But just like every day I had to go to college and Neymar had to train for his upcoming match.

I was getting ready for college, so I took a quick shower and put on a casual red dress with a pair of wedges. I quickly added just a little bit of make-up to my face. I grabbed my bag and phone and headed downstairs, only to find him making breakfast in just his boxers. I sneaked up from behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Happy Valentine’s Day baby,” I greeted him, leaving a kiss on his bare back. I felt his muscles relax under my touch and he turned around. “Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.” He smiled giving me a kiss. “So what are you making?” I asked looking behind him. “French toast with strawberries.” He grinned. I moaned just hearing the words french toast, however, it made Ney laugh at me. “Ugh, you know I like french toast, yours especially.” I winked at him. “Baby, you love my french toast.” He said winking back. “That sounds weird,” I made a weird face and he laughed, “So what are you gonna do today?” I asked him. “I’m gonna wait for you to come home when I’m done training.” He smirked. I smiled at him, “I’m so lucky to have you amor.” I couldn’t help but kiss his lips. He broke the kiss some time later and said, “C'mon, let’s eat querida.”

After half an hour I left the house and drove off to my university. When I got there I stepped out of my car and entered the campus. I met up with my best friend Katerina and together we walked to our first class of the day.

“So have you made any plans with Drew?” I asked her, wiggling my eyebrows.

“Stop it girl,” She laughed, “But, yes, he is taking me out and then we’ll see what happens.” She blushed.

“Aww, you’re so in love! I’m happy he’s treating you well, you deserve it.” I smiled at her.

“How about you? Are you and Neymar up to something?” Now it was her turn to wiggle her eyebrows.

“Well, no not really, he said he’ll be waiting for me. So I guess we’re just gonna hang out at home.” I told Kat. “But maybe he has a surprise for you.” She squealed excitingly. “I doubt that, he is training hard for his upcoming game, so he hardly has time.” I said. We dropped the subject and took a seat in the auditorium. We nearly fell asleep during class, because the man was just going on and on about the same thing. This lasted for almost an hour, then he thankfully moved on to something else and after 45 minutes we got dismissed. One down, two to go…

Our second class was over which means lunch break. Kat and I got ourselves Starbucks first and then quickly went to get something from Subway. We chose to sit outside since there was a pleasant temperature today. We talked about some random things and ate our delicious subway meanwhile.

Third class of the day was pure torture. Boring would be an understatement, but hey, if I want to graduate, I will have to cope with it. Kat and I were now walking with a good friend of ours, Ashley, towards the parking lot. I looked on my phone to check the time, “Oh my god. I totally forgot. I promised my mom I would help her with her bakery shop.” I sighed. “Oh chica.” They both looked at me with sympathetic looks.

“It’s fine, I’ll try to not make it long, I really want to spend the rest of the day with Ney,” I said, “You girls have fun tho, catch y'all later.” I both hugged them.

“Bye, Y/N! See ya tomorrow!” They waved bye.

I got into my car and started driving towards the bakery shop my mom and dad owned. We sell a lot of brazilian sweets, since we’re originally from Brazil. It’s actually where Neymar and I met. I smiled to myself remembering that day. The shop is doing good though, it gets a lot of customers, so I promised I helped them when I could.

I walked inside and saw my mom frowning at me.

“Hey mom,” I gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Where’s dad?” I asked.

“He’s in the back. Y/N, why are you here?” She asked me.

“I promised I’d help you today, remember?” I answered, a little confused.

“Oh right, oh god…” She muttered under her breath, “Listen, you should go home filha. I want you to enjoy the rest of the day.” She smiled at me.

“Are you sure mom?” I asked her even more confused, but happy at the same time.

She nodded and gave me a hug, “Yes honey, you deserve it.”

“Well, let me just say hi to dad.” And I ran off to the back, quickly greeted him and then back to the front.

“Thanks mom! See you soon.” I waved her goodbye.

“Have fun!” I heard her shout.

I got into my car again, put my sunglasses on and raced home. It’s been a tiring day. I pulled up in our driveway and got out of the car. I grabbed my keys and opened up the door. I dropped my bag on the floor and closed the door behind me.

“Neymar! I’m home!” I shouted so he could hear me, wherever he was.

No answer.

I started walking towards the backyard, but no he wasn’t there. Upstairs maybe? I walked to the staircase and what I saw made my heart flutter. There were little candles on each step and at the bottom there was a letter. I picked it up and began to read it.

Dear Y/N,

To some people February 14th is just another day.
For me this is a day to take time and say… I love you.
Stop, and think what we’ve been through and how much our love has grown.
Yes, we fight,
And I’ve lied,
But never forget for you I would die.
Everyday I see your beautiful, smiling face,
And there are moments that I stare and you take my breath away,
and leave me with nothing to say,
On this special day,
I ask myself how it is possible to love a person so much.
My heart has been permanently touched.
All the tears and pain seem to go away.
The pieces of my heart that were chiseled away, you make them ok.
Once there was a deep dark hole nobody could touch,
Until you came and filled it with all your love.
On this special day I want you to know,
I love you,
More than I could write down, tell, explain or even try to show,
In this life or the next.
I’ve done things I regret,
And they hurt you inside and made you cry,
But let those things die,
Not you and I.
I want to be with you the rest of my life,
Until the day I say good-bye.
So on this Valentines Day I want to say,
I love you and will always be with you.

Your Neymar.

That is honestly the most beautiful thing I have ever read. It brought so many tears to my eyes. I walked up the stairs and wondered where he could be. I tried our bedroom first and I think I am going to have a heart attack soon, because I don’t think I can take any more surprises. On the king-sized bed was a heart made out of rose petals and the rest of the room had some lit up candles. There was also some romantic, swaying music playing. But still, he wasn’t here.

“Neymar?” I called desperately, I need to see him. I looked around the room one more time. I started walking towards the bathroom, “Si, amor?” I heard his deep voice say.

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. And there he was, standing closely to the balcony door, which was slightly opened. He looked smoking hot. His hair was styled to perfection, he wore a black suit with expensive looking shoes and held a big bouquet of red roses in his hand. He looked at me with an evident smirk playing on his lips and he slowly walked over to me.

“Happy 2 year anniversary baby.” He said reaching me. He held out the flowers for me to take and I gladly accepted them.
I looked up at him and finally said something, “Happy 2 year anniversary Neymar.” I started tearing up again.

He smiled and grabbed me by my waist and brought me closer to him. He then wiped away my tears and put his hand on my cheek.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“For?” He asked me with questioning eyes. “Thank you for this, for everything. For always being there for me, for making me happy. For treating me like a real queen. I love you so much Ney. I am so blessed to have you.” I smiled while telling him this.

He brought his head closer to mine and I could feel his breath fanning my face.

“Anything for you Y/N. You’re my sun, you make me shine like diamonds.” He winked.

“You’re being very poetic today, huh.” I teased him laughing. With that I closed the gap between us and we kissed passionately. He moved his lips to my neck and left some sweet kisses there. He then stopped himself and took my hand, “The food is getting cold.” He winked.

“You’re crazy for doing all of this.” I commented while shaking my head.

After our dinner outside on the balcony it started to get a little chilly. So we went back inside and there was still music playing. I recognized the song as Make Love by Chris Brown.

I was already sitting on the edge of the bed but Neymar had some other plans for now.

“Can I have this dance with you?” He asked smoothly holding out his hand.

“Yes sir.” I smirked giving my hand to him and let him lead. We sensually danced to the song and knowing Ney he got a little excited. He started kissing my neck again, this time more aggressively. He slid his hands from my waist to my ass. I moaned as his tongue worked magic on my skin. Soon one thing led to another and that’s how a perfect day came to an end.

(Credits for the poem goes to familyfriendpoems.com)
Hope you’ll like this! Also a big thank you to all my followers and readers! I’m so happy with 300+ followers! 

anonymous asked:

Imagine where Hikaru has a major crush on you and Haruhi finds out and locks you and Hikaru in a closet and refuses to let them out until e confesses but he just refuses and they're in there for the entire day finally, with the constant persisting of Haruhi and you he confesses and you kiss or somethin. :3

What a super cute request <3 Enjoy!

         Physically, Hikaru was sitting through another lesson in his 1A homeroom class. Mentally however, he was anywhere but in class. Resting his head on his hand, he gazed a few rows ahead of him, where you sat. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to tear his focus away from you, the new girl. How could he focus on mathematics when all he wanted to know more about was you? His daydream came to an abrupt end as he suddenly noticed the room became dead silent.

“Mr. Hitachiin,” his teacher said.

“Which one?” the twins chorused exasperatedly.

“The one who’s not paying attention to my class,“ he said. You’ll stay awhile after class,” he said, glaring at Hikaru.

Soon after, class was dismissed and Hikaru lingered around to speak with the teacher. He was lectured for several minutes before being sent out of the class. Hikaru walked out of the class to be greeted by his brother and Haruhi.

“How’d it go? Kaoru asked.

“He said I need to work on getting distractions out of my head during class, or something like that,” he said.

Haruhi smiled. “It’s the new girl, right?”

Hikaru smiled dreamingly. “Maybe,”

The three of them walked over to the Third Music Room, ready to begin another day of hosting. Everything was going as per usual, until a new guest wandered in. Hikaru turned his attention to the door, and immediately shot up to straighten his clothes upon seeing who it was. Haruhi and Kaoru noticed shortly after, and the two quickly devised a plan together.

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Love... Square? (Harry x Ron x Draco x Reader)

Requested by wildestt-dreeams: Yooooo could you do one where one Draco, Harry or Ron ( idc which I love them all lmao…) where they get jealous? Like idk like just seeing how cute they are when they get jealous when they see you with other guys or something like that ….

*Screams* AAAAAH ITS BEEN SO LONG AYYYEEEE! I couldn’t decide between those three because I love them all, so I made them all jealous of each other?

Warnings: None

Notes: (Y/H) means “Your house”.

Originally posted by just-purely-insane

Originally posted by emmawathson

Originally posted by wolfgurlxox

“Draco, get the scurvy grass, will you?” I asked, stirring the soon-to-be Befuddlement Draught. It was looking like the book said it should, which was a surprise to me, as when Harry and I were partners every potion we made ended up badly. 

“On it,” he said. “How much time do we have left?” 

“Around 30 minutes. We still have time to finish it,” I replied. 

“Good,” he said, sounding relieved. Draco came back carrying the scurvy grass I had requested, and I plopped some into the cauldron. “It looks nice!”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure if it’ll stay that way,” I replied wearily. We had been working for over an hour, and Professor Snape expected it to be perfect, as he always did. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ After Potions ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Nice job today, (Y/N),” Draco said as we walked out of class.

“Thanks, you too!” I said, turning towards the (Y/H) common room. “Well, I better be going. See you tomorrow!” I waved, and he waved back.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ During Care of Magical Creatures ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

“Unicorns!” I jumped up and down excitedly like a little girl. Ron and Harry seemed bored, but tried to hide it. Hermione had started stating facts on unicorns, and none of us were listening. 

“You seem excited,” said Ron. 

“Of course!” I squealed. “Unicorns! How often do you see those?”

“Not often,” said Harry. He muttered something under his breath, which I couldn’t catch. 

“What was that, Harry?” I asked suspiciously.

“Nothing,” he said. I didn’t believe one bit of it, but I let it slide. 

“Alright,” I said sceptically. “Well, I’m off to see Professor Grubbly-Plank and the others. Hermione! Get your nose out of that book - you might want to check your facts with the real thing!” I called, and Hermione ran over to Professor Grubbly-Plank to ask her some questions on unicorns. 


“Harry, Ron, you coming?” I called out for them. They both seemed to have zoned out, and I happened to be in their gaze, but as soon as I said their names they snapped out of their zombie-like mindset.

“Yep!” they said in unison, rushing over to join the rest of the class. 

The rest of class was normal, only Harry and Ron seemed to follow me as much as possible. 

“Harry, Ron, why do you keep following me around? Has Trelawney predicted my ultimate death like she does to Harry every Divination class? Because if she did, I would be surprised if I actually did die.” I said.

“Yeah, actually she did. Just protecting you!” they said. 

“Well, you never know. Maybe we will all die in your attempt to save my life. Fate always works it’s way.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ At Dinner ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I sat with the rest of the (Y/H)s during dinner, but Draco, Harry and Ron seemed to steal glances at me when they thought I wasn’t looking. What was up with them? Then I remembered. Valentine’s Day was in 2 weeks, along with a Hogsmeade trip. Either they had a girl they wanted to ask out and needed my help or… no. They couldn’t possibly want to ask me to Hogsmeade. No. 

A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “(Y/N), I’ve been wanting to ask you if… er… you maybe… wanted to go to, uh, H-Hogsmeade with me for Valentine’s D-day?” 

MUAHAHAHA! Who could the guy be? You’ll never know…

Prompts for your otp that hates each other but lowkey wants to kiss (which may or may not be inspired by my own life)

  • “i sit next to you in class and every single day you bring in a different phone case on your phone and i don’t know why but it pisses me off jUST PICK ONE ALREADY”
  • “we both sit in the library every tuesday afternoon in the same spots and there used to be a buffer seat in between us but all of a sudden you moved into the buffer seat and now i can hear your obnoxious chip eating and too-loud keyboard typing and C’MON DUDE JUST LEAVE A BUFFER SEAT”
  • “we both sit next to the windows in class and every single day you open it before you sit down even if it’s below ten degrees out and every time i close it you open it again but today is the last straw because come on man it’s fucking raining and my notes are getting wet”
  • “i work in a diner at fuck o’clock in the morning and you come in almost every morning and sit in the same fucking booth using the electricity and all you ever buy is a fucking cup of coffee and oops oh no i seemed to have spilled it on you. what a tragedy”
  • “i get bored a lot during class and your rants always interrupt the professor from actually giving us the information we need so sometimes i ball up little pieces of paper and throw them at you and it’s bee two months and you still have no idea it’s me”
  • “we work in the same summer camp as counselors and at first i was just annoyed that you weren’t taking it seriously but now this is war; whoever gets the most kids to love us wins”
  • “we live in the same building and share the washing machines downstairs and you always take my clothes out of the dryer before i get there so stop fucking doing that!!!!”
  • “we have a long standing rivalry that goes back for centuries (more like weeks tbh) and i see you at a halloween party dressed as a fucking sexy librarian or something (like seriously wtf) so i challenge you to a dance off in my own sexy handman costume; let’s do this”

Feel free to add more!


Guys, I have a small observation about Saeyoung’s and Saeran’s birthday: I’m currently editing some covers and icons and I’m posting them here in their b-day, free to use. I’m going to follow all (or the most I can) of the posts about thei b-day in Tumblr, and reblog everything I can. And, if Cheritz makes a DLC or something about it, I’ll comment and post prints here, if I can.
This “special” I’m going to do will happen during one day and a half - it’ll start at midnight of June 11 in Korea, and finish at midnight of June 12 here, I my country (my timezone has 12h difference from Asia).

Today’s picture is a small drawing I made during math class. We’re studying logarithms, and I remembered that Saeyoung simply loves Math. Well, the class was boring anyways.

Okie so I watched all of the current episodes of Yuri!!! On Ice last night with my mum and oh my god. Anyway I got bored in class today and decided to message my mum and this happened. Actual quote from my mum during episode 5 “Are you sure the fact that they say it’s an ice skating anime isn’t just a cover up so they can make a gay anime, because I’m pretty sure Viktor is just in it for the attention from hot guys like Yuri, cause why else would he move to Japan to coach a man that copied his routine and then take baths with him, suggest that they sleep together and also ask if he wants him to be his boyfriend? I mean doesn’t that just scream I’m a gay Russian man who craves Japanese Yuri?”

#3 Preference ( All 5SOS boys ) : You're the lead singer in a band, you're his celebrity crush and he meets you. [Requested]

Calum : “ - Why are you laughing? Your friend asked you as you were giggling on stage.
- Another tweet about Calum, from Ashton now, you respond trying to contain yourself, but you failed when she began to laugh loudly.
- Seems that somebody’s got a huge crush on you! She concluded, giving you a wink, before she went back behing her drums. ”
You were having your first concert here in Sydney and you were doing the balances, preparing yourselves for tonight.
The whole story about Calum began a month ago, when you followed all 5SOS’ members on Twitter, and that Michael tweeted you that Calum was fangirling and screaming a lot. You had retweeted him and Luke too, when he tweeted you that, thanks to Calum, they would all come to your concert in Sydney. This one was Ashton who tweeted you that Calum was excited to see you tonight. You giggled and tweet back that you were as excited as him, and then you went back to reality, fixing your microphone.
“ - Thank you for coming guys, it’s a pleasure to be here in Sydney. so, we don’t have songs left so I wanna play a special song for you tonight. I dedicated this one to my number one fan, so give it up for mister Calum Hodd everybody! You screamed, half laughing as the crowd was screaming, searching for Calum in the arena. 
- This is "Out of my limit ” you said simply, looking directy to Calum who waved shyly at you. You smiled at him and began to sing. “
After the show, you were backstage with your friends, talking about the show when you saw the 5SOS guys coming. You waved at them, seeing that Calum was hidding behind Luke. You laugh as you hugged every others members, and you jumped on Calum’s side.
” - Hello Calum, you smirked with a grin.
- Herm… Hi, he says, looking his feet, great show.
- Thanks, I hope you enjoyed it, you simply respond.
- Yeah, and erm… thanks for the song, he replied, looking finally into your eyes, scratching the back of his head. 
- No problem, you murmured and now you were the one who was looking her feet.
- So … I know that it can seems weird but… would you mind going out with me? Not a date thing but yeah maybe-
- No, you interrupted him, it doesn’t sound weird, it would be great. “
He smiles at you and you took his phone, memorizing your number in it and smiled back. It could be the beginning of a great story.

Michael : ” So y/n , who is your celebrity crush ? “ Alan Carr asked you on his show. You were here with your band members. You were in England for a month, recording your future single, for the new album. 
” - Her crush is definitely Michael Clifford, from that band, 5 Seconds of Summer, your bassist answered, smiling at you. “ 
You were trying not to blush as the audience was screaming how cute it was.
” - So, is that true y/n ?, Alan Carr demands you.
- Yep, he is my celeb’s crush, you giggled as the crowd began to scream loudly. “
There were a few others questions and you left the studio an hour later. As the show was live, you knew that the internet will be on fire tonight. You drive to your hotel, signed a few autographs, took some pictures with the fans and went to you room. You were taking off your high heels when your phone’s vibrations, it was your band’s bassist :
” Go on Twitter and check your mentions, you’ll thanks me later
Ps : I only accept massages. “
You laughed and open your laptop, checking your Twitter’s mentions. And you saw it : 
- @Michael5SOS : I am honored to be @y/t/n ’s celebrity crush . PS : You’re mine too! 
You fixed your screen, trying not to scream, and DM him that he was sweet, and minutes later he DM you back that he will be in England the next week, and you were definitaly fangirling when he asked you for a "coffee-kind-of-date”

Ashton : You and your band members were in your producer’s room. He had texted you that he had big new for you. He came into his office a few minutes later, with plane tickets in his hands.
“ - You offered us a trip ? You asked, smiling at him.
- Very funny y/n but yeah, you’re gonna travel a lot, because you’re going to be… 5 Seconds Of Summer first part! He said enthousiasticly. ”
Your band members immediatly looked at you, knowing that it was your favorite band.
A few days later, you were lying on the hotel’s couch in the hallway.
“ - There’s a fan who had just tried to take my shirt off guys, I mean, wow! You laughed with the others.
- Well, that could have been interesting, you heard a voice behind you.”
You turned around to face Ashton Irwin. You smiled at him and he began to blush.
“ - Hey Ash, you finally gonna meet y/n, I heard she- oh okay, Michael yelled but stopped when he saw you.
- Sorry for that, Ashton mumbled.
- Don’t be, you smiled.
- Well, y/n, I’m happy that he finally gets to meet you, you know you’re his celebrity crush and, okay, I better go now!! ” Michael yelled again and ran away from you 
“ - Well I think I’m gonna kill him right now, can I see you later? He asked you, looking his shoes.
- Yeah, sure. I’m not moving, this couch is actually really comfy, you replied. " 
He smiled at you, walking away from you but still looking at you but he nearly fell off before he was out of your vision. You and your band members laught about it as they were teasing you about it.

Luke : You sighed as you took another glass of champagne. You attended another music award, but you were pretty sure that you’re not gonna win. Cherry on top ; you lost a bet you’ve made with your band members and you have to wear a long pink dress. Actually that was a really beautiful dress, you had to admit it, but you were in a rock band for god’s sake, you weren’t an actress. You turned your face to the right when you felt someone glancing at you. You were sitting next to that Australian boyband that your friend loves very much and you promised yourself to ask them an autograph for her later. 
You were right, you haven’t win the thing, but well, there were champagne and that good looking guy next to you. Every time you looked at him, he pretended to look away, but when you weren’t, you could just feel him looking. 
During someone’s speech, you saw your drummer taking his chair and sat next to 5SOS ’s drummer, and a little bit after, all your band members had abandonned you. You turned your chair to the other guy who was all by himself too.
” - Nice dress, he told you.
- Yeah, I lost a bet, you respond, smiling at him.
- Well, you should lost bets more ofter, he chuckled. “
You turn your face, blushing.
” - I’m Luke by the way, he said, making you look at his amazing blue eyes.
- Nice to meet you Luke , I’m - you began.
- You’re y/n. I have to admit that I’m a huge fan of you… And your band too, I mean, he retorted, quite confused.
- No problem, you calmed him, placing your hand on his shoulder. “
He began to blush furiously and you stepped back, looking at him. Your thoughts was that he was really, really handsome.
” - Is that weird if I ask you your number? He asked, biting his bottom lip. 
Okay, he was really hot.
- It would have been weird if you had not, you simply reply. “
That night wasn’t that boring after all..


Hi guys! So I wrote ¾ during my class today ( yeah I’m pretty badass ) and I just wrote Luke’s part now, I hope you’ll like, I just loooooooved writing this preference, I hope you’ll give me more preferences to do, my ask box is full open. Thank you for reading this, I wish a good day / night for thoses who will read this, i love you all ! xx
[ Calum’s part is sooooo long, I was so inspired for this part ahah ]


- I was taking a basic math class in college and already knew the curriculum. So EVERYDAY for the whole semester I read my books. My teacher saw and didn’t say anything.

- Next semester I was placed in a foreign English class, idk why, but my teacher would walk in and always ask “what new book do you have today?”

-Fast forward a couple years and I was working at a car dealership as a receptionist. DO YOI KNOW HOW BORING IT IS?
So I would read 1-2 books during my shifts. I got looks from managers and finally was placed in a corner where no one would see me reading.

-Same job I was reading “The Fault in Our Stars” and had to have my desk covered so I could do laps, so as not to cry.
Also happened with City of Heavenly Fire.

-always being asked “why is your bag so big?” “What do you carry in there?”

- traveling overseas and carrying 10+ books. In a backpack. BADASS!

Does this count?

@books-and-cookies 😜
Shamy as teenagers part2

Missy had only been on restriction for two days of her nearly two month long sentence. Already she was bored out of her mind. Her mother had taken away the phone from her bedroom, unhooked her TV and put a lock on the plug, and had forbid her from leaving the house. All becuase the perfect little Sheldon had tattled on her and her mom had been waiting for her as she snuck back into her room.

Missy vowed she would get that little snot back for ruining her social life for the next two months. Only She had no idea how. Shelly never did anything wrong. So with her life void of other amusements she began to watch her twin brother like a hawk looking for anything that might incriminate him. At first this was the chief cause of her boredom. Watching her brother study, play video games, read comics. She began to wonder if his goal had been to make her life as boring as his. Then one night she noticed something odd. At exactly seven o'clock the phone rang and Sheldon grabbed the cordless phone on the first ring and went into his room with it.

Missy had never seen him use the phone before except to talk to Memaw. Sheldon stayed in his room for thirty minutes then he came out and put the phone back on the charger. The next night the same thing happened. In fact every night that week Sheldon snuck off for thirty minutes to talk on the phone. On Wednesday Sheldon made his normal call only this time Missy snuck into her mother's’ room and picked up the extra receiver quietly so she could listen in. Mama went to extra bible study on Wednesday nights. Normally Missy would accompany her but Mama said she would only use it as an opportunity to socialize.

“Hello.” She heard Sheldon say and then she almost dropped the receiver as she heard a girl’s voice answer. So this is who Sheldon has been sneaking off to talk to.

“Good evening Sheldon.”

“How is your evening going?” He asks.

“Well, and yours?” She replies

“Fine.” Missy rolls her eyes at the most boring conversation a boy and a girl have ever had. He calls her every day for this?

“Did you take notes during Mr. Totherows class today?”

“I don’t need to take notes it is all up here… You couldn’t see that but I tapped my head.” Then the girl giggles like that was the funniest thing she had ever heard. “Besides you only want to know so you can borrow them tomorrow.”

“Like I would borrow your notes! You write so small I would need a magnifying glass to see them.” The girl says in a teasing tone.

“I would tease you about your handwriting but it is impeccable. My tiny handwriting is of no concern in ten years we will all be using computers anyways.” He tells her and Missy can’t believe her hears. Her robot like brother is flirting. It is the nerdiest, weirdest flirting she has ever heard but there is no denying that that is what it is. Could her goody two shoes twin have a girlfriend?

“You think the whole world will be run by computers. “ she says laughing. “However I do pride myself on my handwriting. I used to practice it for hours.” Missy as to stifle a giggle as she pictures this mystery girl writing Mrs. Sheldon Cooper all over her notebooks.

“It shows… Are we still on for tomorrow?” He asks and Missy’s ears prick up.

“Of course, my mom won’t be home until seven tomorrow so we could come here… Or we could go to your house.”

“We will go to your house as planned. I know you are still grounded and I would not want to cause you anymore trouble.” Missy practically squeals with excitement. She hangs up the phone softly. She already has what she needs no need to listen in on the world’s most boring conversation anymore.

She has got him now he is sneaking around with some girl and she is going to get him for it. Who could this girl possibly be? Most of the kids in school they have known since kindergarten. The girls in Sheldon’s would be senior girls. While Sheldon was technically a freshman he was in all senior classes. Sheldon was so smart he did not even have to be in high school. The school wanted him to skip a few grades but their father thought it make him turn out weird. So Sheldon went to classes where he was smarter than the teachers and aced classes with almost no effort. What senior girl would want her brother. Unless she was using him to help her do her homework. Yet that couldn’t be it. Sheldon spoken with the girl like he respected her.

Last year her friend Casey Michaels had tried flirting with him so he would do her science project for her. It was like she was talking to brick wall for all Sheldon cared. Casey was one of the prettiest girls in school but Sheldon did not notice at all. Casey had tried all her best moves, but when she tried to grab his hand he snatched it away like she had burned him and went to his room and locked the door. Missy thought then he might just not like girls.

Missy just has to see who this girl is and catch him in the act of sneaking around. It is so absurd even thinking about Sheldon doing something that might break the rules she has to see it for herself.The next day Missy gets out of her last class early faking a stomach cramp. She looked at Sheldon’s schedule in his planner while he wasn’t looking and discovered that he had Computer lab as his last period. So she waits in the hall by the door for Sheldon to get out. He is the first one out of the door hurrying down the hall his bag slung over his hunched shoulders. He walks quickly and with his head down trying not to be noticed. A move he perfected to avoid bullies in the hallway who might try to stuff him into a locker. Although how they would manage to squeeze his lanky body in now after his growth spurt was anyone’s guess.

Sheldon goes out the front door and stands near the flagpole looking towards the doors. Missy watches as people flood out the doors and walk past him like he does not even exist. Suddenly his face lights up. In their sixteen years together Missy can count on one hand the number of times she has seen Sheldon genuinely smile. She has seen him smirk, seen the forced grimace he gives in photos, but a real smile was few and far between. He almost looks handsome when he is not scowling at the ground.

Missy has been looking at all the girls leaving the building and none seem to fit the description of his mystery girl. Then she sees her walk up to him and she knows how she missed her. She looks like a schoolgirl in bible study books from the seventies at church. She has long stringy brown hair and thick glasses. Despite the warm Texas weather she is wearing is brown cardigan, a brown corduroy skirt and knee high socks with mary janes. The girl is beaming just as big as Sheldon as she almost skips over to where he is standing. She wonders if they will hug or kiss, but they don’t as they start walking away. Missy follows at safe distance wondering where they are going.

They walk close together as close as you could get with out holding hands. They talk the whole way even though Missy can’t hear what they are saying. Whenever the girl isn’t looking he sneaks glances at her. Looking at her like she is the most perfect special thing he’s ever seen. Missy stops being mad at him. In fact her twin brother has finally made her feel warmly towards him. He was so in love that it was etched all over his goofy face. From the glances the girl was throwing him when she thought he was not looking the feeling was mutual.

Sheldon had done his best to distance himself from her and the rest of the family.Sometimes it was so hard to think of her brother as a person with feelings. Missy had often wondered if he could even feel like normal people did. Or if his emotions had somehow never developed at all. Seeing him like this made her happy and she decides not to try and bust him. But she is going to try and wheedle out of him who this girl is and how he feels about her.

Sheldon had the full intentions of bringing Amy to his house. Then his sister had gotten herself grounded and his plans had changed. If she wasn’t on restriction Missy would be so preoccupied with her own friends and activities she would not notice Amy at all. However now all her attention would be on him and devising a way to get him back for telling on her. He knew the moment his sister saw Amy and him together the dreaded word would be brought up…girlfriend…

Immediately they would ask him him if Amy was his girlfriend and he would not not know how to answer. Amy was a girl who was his friend. They spoke on the phone and in person every day. Yet from what he knew of girlfriends the definition did not fit her. They did not kiss sloppily in the hallways like animals, there was no unsanitary exchanges of salvia at all. They did not walk around holding hands like they were stuck together.

Yet his feeling for her were not purely purely friendly either. There had been the almost kiss in her bedroom after he scaled the wall to see her. The kiss on the cheek that still made his stomach feel funny when he thought about it. How is hand seemed to almost itch with the need to grab hers when he walked with her.How he knew how badly she wanted him to do that. Yet he knew if he did there would be a shift in their relationship. It would finally be acknowledging something he was not sure he was ready to acknowledge.

Though it was something he had been aware of since his first day at her house. That first time he had left early citing early onset flu symptoms. His head had felt foggy, his stomach was nervous and jittery. His palms were clammy and he kept wiping sweat off of them. The Symptoms disappeared as soon as he was out of her presence. Only to return again the next day when she held her cool hand to his forehead at school to check for a fever.

Then there were other troubling symptoms he could not explain. Like how every time he saw her he felt for lack of a better term twittterpatted. Without his consent ,a dopey grin invaded his face and his heart pounded wildly in his chest. How just hearing her voice on the telephone seemed to soothe him. Every night he felt like was counting down the minutes to seven when Amy was able to call him. How answered on the first ring so he did not have to miss a moment of her phone time. How sad he felt when he mother would pick the phone exactly at 7:30 and announce her phone time was over. As hard as he tried to find a logical explanation in his large book of medical diagnosis he could not. The only conclusion that he could come was that he was in love.

Not just in love, but as his mother put it whenever his brother or sister had a new suitor. Gobsmacked, knocked over the head, over the heels in love. But what did he do with that information? Love was not something he ever wanted or expected for himself. His life was going on a strict trajectory. He would graduate this year, go to Caltech, study hard get his doctorate. If his dad had not been such a stubborn asshole, he would already have his doctorate by now. Then he had to go and die last year. Leaving him feeling confused, angry, and sad.The only time he did not feel that troubling mixture of swirling emotion was when he was with Amy.

As he sat in computer lab stewing that he had to sit through this demeaning trivial class. He knew more about computers then his teacher ever would. He could hack into the school’s computer system and change everyone’s grades. He could rewire the schools bells to ring whenever he wanted them to. From the slow computer in the lab he could break into the CIA’s mainframe. Instead he was made to do some inane coding project he had finished in a second. Now he was just staring at a blank screen his teacher forbidding him to use the computer for personal use. All he could think about was changing the school’s alarm bells so he could see her sooner. As soon as the bells do ring he rushes out. Hurrying to their assigned spot by the flag pole.

He stares at the doors waiting for her to come out. He sees her immediately her head down her books hugged to her chest. Then she looks up and sees him and he face splits into a heart achingly beautiful smile and she waves. The sun illuminates her from behind shining on her head. Making her dark hair shimmer like it was woven of a thousand different colors. She looks so happy to see him. No one has ever looked that people to see him including his family. He annoyed everyone he met. No one ever wanted to spend time with him willingly. No one but her. When they walk to her house it feels like they are in their own world.Lately she has started making them a snack for when they study. As soon as he arrives in her kitchen he checks her cookie jar to see what kind she made.

“Oatmeal raisin… Yuck…” He says disappointed putting the cookie back.

“I know they are my mother’s favorite, brownie points you know? Speaking of which I remember you telling me you hated raisins so….” She says walking over to the oven and pulling a foil covered dish from inside. “I made you brownies instead.”

“You are the best.” He says smiling at her as she cuts him out a large brownie and sets it on a plate. Then she pours a glass of milk and brings it over to him.

“I know.” She says pleased as he stuffs the brownie in his mouth.

“Where did you learn to cook so good?” He asks polishing off the brownie. “In home economics?” Amy gives him an are you serious look and he smirks. “I was joking , just to clarify.”

“I would never waste credit hours with such a wasteful subject.” She tsks. “I kind of taught myself actually. My dad died when I was young and my mom always had to work.. So I had to fend for myself a lot. If I wanted cookies I had to make them. My mother did not really approve of me having sweets anyways.”

“When did your father die?” He asks taking a sip of the milk.

“When I was three, I don’t remember him at all.” She admits.

“Then you are lucky.” He says.

“You don’t get along with your father? “She asks, he has never mentioned his father before.

“He is dead too, died last year.” He says quietly.

“Oh, I didn’t know I am so sorry. I guess you were not close.?” Sheldon shakes his head no.

“He was a drunk, he was mean to my mom, and he is the reason I am stuck in a normal high school and not already in college.”

“Why wouldn’t he let you go?”

“He thought that letting me go too soon would make me weird. Well I am weird anyways and now it will take me until I am twenty to get my Phd.”

“I don’t think you are weird.’ She says softly.

“Well I am weird and you are too.” He says sharply and Amy looks deflated. Sheldon notices and backtracks. “But that is why I like you. You are not like everyone else… You are like me. The only person like me I have ever met.”

“I like you too. Sheldon there is no shame in getting your degree later.” She says trying to comfort him.

“I know…it’s just that sometimes I sometimes wish he had died sooner so I could have gone.” he blurts out and then he looks horrified at his admission. The secret thought that had been nagging at him since his father died. “But mostly I wish he hadn’t died at all.” Then it happens the tears that he was told he should cry since his father died start leaking from his eyes. Sheldon Lee Cooper did not cry, had not cried since he was a small child but now he was in Amy’s kitchen blubbering like a baby. “I am sorry, I don’t normally cry.” He admits wiping his eyes and trying to regain composure.

“Sheldon, it’s okay to cry.” She says wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. Normally he hated being hugged. The only person he ever let hug him was his Memaw. Amy’s arms felt good around him and he wipes his eyes on the soft material of her sweater.

“I know , I just normally don’t.” He says lifting his head up. “I have never told anyone that.”

“You can tell me anything. I won’t think less of you.” She tells him and he looks up at her face. Her eyes are so kind and gentle, he knows she is telling the truth. He knows that she loves him as much as he does her and it is comforting.

“Amy… I think I… “ and he stops not sure if he should say it. Saying it would change everything. But somehow he knows everything has changed anyways.

“Think you what?” She asks and he takes her hand gently.

“I think I might be… That is to say… I think that I… Maybe… love you?” And she beams at him and kisses him softly on the lips. He has never kissed anyone except his mom and memaw and never on the lips. The thought of kissing had always grossed him out a little. Amy’s lips on his was not gross and he kisses her back. Far too quickly she pulls away.

“I think I maybe love you too.” She tells him.

“So does that mean that you are my girlfriend?” He asks unsure how things like this worked.

“Yes it does.” She says firmly.

“I’ ve never been anyones boyfriend before. I might not do it right.”

“I’ve never been anyone’s girlfriend before. Nothing has to change though. We will just act like we always have.” She says squeezing his hand.

“Good, I can do that.” He tells her smiling before leaning in to kiss her softly.

Later that evening when he returns home he is humming a happy tune. Missy greets him at the door with a smile like the cat who ate the canary.

“Hey there ,brother.”

“Hello.” He says walking past her.

“You seem awfully happy.” She says following him.

“I am.” He admits.

“I wonder why?” She asks coyly. “So Shelly where were you? You always come home right after school.” She asks hoping to catch him in a lie.

“I was at my girlfriend’s house. I go there every Thursday.” He says nonchalantly as he goes to his room and shuts the door. Leaving Missy staring after him with her mouth open.

I was bored during a lecture today, drinking coffee and doodling when I realised that no one can stop me from making my darlings as cute and silly as possible, so here it goes:

  • Remus has been craving some good coffee since 7 am, when he had to get up and rush to the Uni. It usually took him an hour to get there, but that time he had forgotten to set up his alarm clock and was running incredibly late.
  • Realising that there was no way he could be in time for the first class, he decided to go and get the weirdest coffee in the local coffeeshop because nothing could possibly fuck up the day even more, right?
  • He had never been there before, but Peter had recently recommended him to try something called ‘balls out’. Remus had no idea what it contained, but chose to just go for it
  • He entered the coffeeshop and went to stay in line. He didn’t pay much attention to the decor of the place, committing himself to a short power nap near the counter instead.
  • So he was quite surprised when something started to mess with his hair. He looked up and realised that it wasn’t something, but someone.
  • And boy did he like what he saw.
  • The guy behind the counter was short, but obviously strong. His long dark hair was in a bun, some strands sticking to his forehead. He was looking at Remus with piercing grey eyes, a sheepish smile on the gorgeous face.
  • “Um, sorry about the hair”, said the boy, scratching his nose in slight embarrassment. “Your curls are so cute. I couldn’t resist. So, um, coffee?”
  • Remus almost missed the question, too busy trying to supress the need to take out his notebook and draw those lovely features. Suddenly realising the the barista was waiting for the answer, he shook his head and said, no, shouted, “Balls out!
  • The barista jumped, but then laughed. With a sly smile he leaned closer to Remus, who was trying his hardest to will a black hole to open up and just swallow him whole, and purred, “Whoa there, tiger. Take me out on a few dates first.” He winked and started preparing the order.
  • Five minutes later Remus was leaving the coffeeshop with a cup of dreadfully smelling coffee, a little note which said, “X-XXX-XX-XX - call me. Sirius xx”, and a huge smile on his furiously blushing face.