i will never get my homework done

the crows as things i've done at school
  • kaz: sat in class, in full view of the teacher, doing the homework that should have been done when it was assigned a week ago, and somehow not getting any late points taken off
  • inej: spent like 20 minutes in the bathroom playing on my phone and my teacher never said anything?? i was gone for a really long time and nobody noticed
  • nina: exclaimed that i was "full on gay" right as my class quieted down and the teacher walked in behind me
  • matthias: got through an entire semester of health class without talking to anyone or making a single friend
  • jesper: laughed until i cried because i remembered that there was a woman named was "Janet McNutt"
  • wylan: got too enthusiastic about a project and explained the intricate details of a specific volcanic eruption on an icelandic island to my class for over ten minutes
  • kuwei: said that i didn't want to donate blood because "it's my blood. i made it and nobody else can have it but me"
Things my old caregivers did that i miss and lowkey am makig this post because im embaressed to tell mommy

♡never let me swear♡

♡if we where skyping i was NOT allowed to hide my face♡

♡getting called little one oml i love that nickname so much i just melt♡

♡"draw something for me!“♡

♡making sure i took care of my hygine ex. Teeth, showers, etc♡

♡any and all homework was to be done as soon as they asked if i had any♡

♡so much punishment. I am a brat♡

so it’s self destruction in the worst way. so I might be writing again but only because I’m bleeding again. only because i’m hurting again. only because I haven’t slept haven’t brushed my teeth haven’t done my homework. if this is a slippery slope I’m already at the bottom.

this love never tasted so rotten before. this love never tasted such death before. i can tell the skin is worn through on most parts. it’s a corpse it’s a corpse it’s a corpse.

i text you just so you give me a reason to break. “thank you” i say but you don’t get it. you don’t ask and i shut you out again. for the last time. no more heroics.

i never wanted you to save me. i wanted you to be the reason I couldn’t save myself.

—  i wanted you to give me an excuse to give up– lily rain

I don’t know if anyone even knows what’s going on in Turkey, but we are faced with probably one of the worst possible democratical challenges in Turkey’s history. I voted, I had to go through so much stuff to be able to vote in this referendum, because I live abroad. Today, I don’t want to leave my bed, I don’t want to go outside, I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to study and to be honest, I don’t want to exist at all. Half of the country voted against the change, not that it would even mean anything will get better. It could’ve just postponed it getting worse. But with mere 1% they won the referendum. There has been so much fraud in this election, so I personally don’t even believe that we actually lost at all, but that’s besides the point for now. I don’t want to see my beautiful country, the incredible people that has to live under these circumstances to suffer anymore. And I felt like I did everything I could’ve done. But that’s never the case. So whether you’re feeling miserable because of Brexit, Trump or the Turkish Referendum or something completely different, all I ask from you is to get out of bed. I know it’s hard, believe me. But we won’t be able to help if we don’t try. So please just go out and do something nice. Go volunteer, donate if you can, help the little kids with their homeworks so they can get the education they deserve, read and learn yourselves, study hard, learn new languages and gain new perspectives, try to understand other beliefs, discuss about it, just do anything in your power to make the world a better and a more understanding place. Because it’s so easy to wallow in self pity and wish everything had gone differently. But to make a difference you have to start from somewhere, however little it may be.

The Best Ass (Sirius Black)

excuse me I love Sirius Black and while this was probably supposed to be angsty or a little angsty, I chose not to make it. Sadness is for furnerals and the terrible world around us, so why not bring sunshine in when we can?

I literally sound like I’m eating a flower in that sentence above. Nice.

(this another one for @daphnegreengrass)

Request: Hi! As you asked, sending my request again 🙂 Loved the prompt list ❤ could you do a prompt with 6, 7, 19 and 109 with sirius x reader?
6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
7. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
19. “I wish I could hate you.”
109. “Don’t say you love me.”

Oh my god! You’re in love with her!” Remus gapes, a cackle parting James’ lips as he watches his best friend turn bright red. “You didn’t even like her a week ago and now you’re practically begging to marry her!”

“I’m not begging to marry her,” Sirius mutters, sullen and sad and Peter pats his shoulder gently, his eyes kind when Sirius looks up at him.

“She’ll marry you, buddy, don’t give up,” Peter says, which leads to more laughter when Sirius shoves him away- James practically prone by now.

“This- is- the biggest- joke- I’ve ever heard,” he wheezes, grinning up at his closest friend. “You. Married.”

“Screw you guys, she’s obviously put some love spell on me or something,” he scowls, only to flush and nervously adjust his clothes.

Remus looks up and spots you, trailing after Dorcas with your hands clasped to your chest and a pleading expression on your face.

Don’t say you love me, you just want me for my potions homework,” Dorcas scowls, glaring at you and you make a soft whining noise.

“I do love you! I love you and your potions homework!” You whine, slipping in front of her and pacing backwards until she stops. “I just happen to have admitted my love for you during asking for your potions homework.”

“You’re worse than Sirius.” She rolls her eyes and you can’t help scanning at the sound of his name.


Across the courtyard, he watches you and you lick your lips enticingly, watching him smirk and rise.

“So, will you help me?” You ask Dorcas, feeling Sirius get closer.

“Fine,” She says and you slip your arm into hers, leading her from the courtyard and back inside.

Remus watches you slip inside with Dorcas, Sirius slowing to a stop halfway across the courtyard.

You’re good, he’ll give you that, but what good are those tactics in the long run?

Sirius isn’t one to be tied down, he’s made that abundantly clear over the years, and while he’s sure Sirius thinks he’s in love, the reality probably isn’t so.

“She’s a menace,” James murmurs, his eyes glued to Sirius’s back, only to drop when the aforementioned turns around and pads back to them.

“It’ll pass, he’s done this before.”

“No, I don’t he’s done this before,” James counters cryptically, smiling widely at Sirius and poking fun at his poorly masked dejection.

“Who’s starving?” Peter asks and Remus smirks, eyeing the smallest of the group.

“You,” Sirius says and Peter scoffs softly, eyes darting enough to draw a chuckle from James who pushes to his feet.

“He’s not the only one, let’s go.”

“You’re dodging me,” Sirius whispers to you and you sigh, tilting your head toward him to catch his eyes.


“I’m not dodging you,” you counter, I’m dodging those eyes that make you wanna get naked.

Shifting your gaze, you return your focus to your dinner and try to ignore his presence.

“Y/N, c’mon,” he half pleads and the subtle ache in his voice has your hand slipping under the table and interlacing with his fingers. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

“God dammit.” You scowl at the food in front of you for a second before throwing your leg over the bench and scooting into Sirius’s space. “Sirius.”

“Y/N.” His eyes are bright and you can feel his palms on your thighs, warm and very large. This must be such a scene, another girl practically sitting in Sirius Blacks lap.

“You’re great, fantastic and very easy to care for. You’re a loveable guy and even though I wish I could hate you or be indifferent toward you, I can’t.” You eyeball him for a long moment, watching the slow dawning smile and the way his cheeks get all round and he suddenly looks so warm.

“Does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?”

“In what world? No, Sirius.” You skooch back and turn toward your plate. Your bread roll is gone. Across the table, Lily winks at you. “Get out of my sight, Black. And you.”

“You snooze you lose.” Lily shrugs and you scowl, turning your scathing glare on a still unmoved Sirius.

“Fine, fine.”

“How do I make you fall in love with me?”

“Sit still and look pretty.”

“Done, need more.”

“Don’t bug me.”

“Impossible, need more.”

“Help me with my transfiguration homework.”

“Easy, need more.”

“Get me a date with Snivellus.”

“Never,” he says and you laugh, leaning toward him rather than the heat of the fire before you.

“He’s so dreamy though! All that greasy hair and greasy skin and greasy…”


“That’s fair.” You nod, grinning at Sirius, “his greasy clothes are all I need, all I want, I just want him so bad.”

“You’re twisted,” Sirius says, beaming and pulling you against him until your back is pressed to his chest and his lips are brushing the crook of your neck. “I can’t get you a date with Snivellus, but I’m available.”

“You’re not even greasy,” you whine, laughing when he growls softly into your hair.

“Stop! No Snivellus talk in Gryffindor spaces!” James orders, tromping over and collapsing into the space between your legs so his back his pressed to your chest, making a cuddle train. Sirius half-heartedly shoves him but you sink your fingers into Potters dark curls claimingly.

“But all that slimy pale skin and bad attitude is such a turn on!” You laugh, starting on a braid and hissing when James turns to shoot you a droll look.

“You can get those things from Black, and there’s more important things to discuss anyway,” James says, twisting about until he spots Peter across the room. “Peter! Get over here and tell Sirius how you thought Y/N’s ass is subpar compared to Alices!”

“He what?” You gape in unison with Sirius, both of you twisting around with scowls on your face.

“Don’t be jealous, Y/N, we all have different points of beauty!” Marlene calls from the other side of the room, “Alice has her ass, I have my sparkling personality and you have… Well, I can’t think of anything!”

“Screw you,” you shout, unable to keep the shocked smile from your lips. “I’m a goddamned treasure and you know it.”

Then Peter said that if he had to choose, Narcissa had the best ass in the entire school,” James continues, his expression gleeful and you’re gaping all over again. On one side of the room, Peter is bright red and stammering excuses, while on the other, Frank Longbottom is quietly glaring at Peter with the ferocity of a thousand suns.

Sirius pulls you back into his chest and sets his chin on your shoulder, James falling back with you. You can feel Sirius shaking his head when he says, “you’re a real piece of work, Potter.”

“A true Picasso,” James agrees, at peace in the chaos around him.

lov sirius

will do prequel or postquel for dis

Profiles in Choice: Volume 2

School choice is an illusion.  It is not a universal possibility. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs to take into account far more variables than they are currently considering.

You know what makes it possible for some students to choose schools outside of their immediate districted area and makes it impossible for others? Transportation.

Some students have cars.

Some students have parents who can drop them off and pick them up.

Some students can afford to Uber or Lyft to and from school every day.

And some students do not have money for the bus.

Do you see the difference?

Some cities have free transportation to and from school for students. I salute the excellent people who worked so hard to make this a reality. But far too many still do not. So, students have to pay, walk, or be transported. Spoiler alert: this really limits their choices.

At my school there is a charming brother and sister pair who used to ride to school on matching bikes every day. But one day the brother messed up his tire en route. Without the money to fix the problem, he has had to stop riding for the past couple of months. Now they take turns on one skateboard and one bicycle. She is older, so sometimes he holds onto her shoulder and she pulls him. They are tardy with increased regularity. I called their mother, a caring, hard-working woman. You know what she told me? “Yeah, I worry a lot about them out on the roads, too.”

You know what she doesn’t have? Another choice. She can’t drive them; she has to work instead, in order to be able to continue to feed them. So this is how it is for now.

One girl in my speech class has a protective father. He does not like her getting home by herself after dark. So, this good man picks her up every day. When he gets out of work. Sometimes as late as 7 p.m. At least she can get her homework done.

“Ms. S, can you lend me a dollar for the bus?” is almost as common a question in my room as, “What are we doing today?” or, “What page are we on?”

Many of my students can’t afford even a reduced price bus pass. I imagine for Mrs. DeVos and her friends this doesn’t seem like such a common occurrence. To them it is probably unimaginable. But she probably never had to go without eating so that her children could eat either, as one of my student’s “Personal Hero Speech”  revealed had been the case in her family.

Mrs. DeVos probably never had to spend a chunk of her minimum wage salary on splitting Ubers with her three friends just to get to school in the morning, or walk over a mile in the rain just to get back home. Mrs. DeVos probably does not understand that not everyone can just make a choice and a magic money fairy appears to make that choice a reality.

Ms. DeVos only knows that, “…public schools are not succeeding. In fact, let’s be clear, in many cases, they are failing.”

And she also knows she is just the right choice to ride in and change all that.

take off your shoes, come in the room (and baby, let’s try not to argue)

part 2 of i’m in love with a girl i hate (she enjoys, pointing out every bad thing about me) AKA drama club AU part 1 is here!! yeah i know i said that i’d only start writing during the weekend but here i am, several days early,, it’s scary the things validation makes me do


Jake’s pacing back and forth in front of the front door anxiously- they’ve agreed on meeting today, for the first time, and Amy’s supposed to reach at three in the afternoon.

To say Jake feels nervous would be the understatement of the century. The moment he got home, he took a shower, using all the fancy soaps they had, which means he combined Fresh And Flirty Rose! with (an extremely old) Head To Toes Babies. He also put on some suspicious looking cologne that might’ve been left behind by one of his mom’s exes.

Not that he’s trying to impress Amy, or anything, but if he were to smell bad he wouldn’t be able to blame it on some other dude’s B.O. or the stank-iness of the room in general. And he doesn’t want Amy telling the whole world that he reeks, right?

After his long shower, Jake stretched out on his bed, leaving the door open so he could hear Amy ring the door bell.

But then a thought occurred to him- what if she doesn’t notice the doorbell, and chooses to knock on the door, but he’s too far away to hear? Does their doorbell even work anymore? Do they even have a doorbell?

He raced out of his room to check, (and after conducting five tests) relieved to know it worked, but he still couldn’t quite quell the bundle of nerves that refused to stop making his heart jump.

Perhaps it was best for him to wait at the front door until Amy arrived, the clock and door taking turns to be the subject of Jake’s glares.

This brings us to Jake’s current state- he’s been ambling back and forth for close to ten minutes now, and Amy should be here soon.

Unless she’s late- which Jake doesn’t expect her to be because Amy’s never late, but at the same time, their meeting is unofficial and could be something she doesn’t care about being punctual for, right?

But then- what if she’s early? A possibility that dwindles with each passing second, yet something Jake can’t help but think about because the alternative would be to think about how crazy this arrangement is.

Because it is crazy! Amy’s literally coming over to his (empty) house so they can practice kissing. Why did he think this was a good idea? Why did he suggest this? And why did Amy Santiago, known for her rationality, agree?

At the same time, if Amy doesn’t come soon Jake might just combust, and he can’t pinpoint why. Maybe it’s a combination of fear and uncertainty and unwillingness, like something bad you want to happen quickly so you can get it over and done with, because waiting in anticipation of it feels worse than actually having to do the bad thing.

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You Really Got Me

Requested by @carleyspn : Hi :) I wanted to see if you could do a Dean Winchester imagine about their on a case & the girl their interviewing is into Dean & the reader becomes jealous & starts being clingy to him. I would love if you did that :), add anything you want. Thanks

A/N: I feel so bad for how delayed this is but y’all can never say I don’t deliver. (Lol yes you can this took me like 3 months) Anyway, I absolutely loved this request and I can’t get over this cuteness! I’m currently fighting a cold & have no motivation to learn my lines or do my homework so I wrote this up instead.

Summary: You and Dean are investigating a haunted hotel where the hotel owner’s daughter isn’t quite getting the message that Dean isn’t up for grabs.

Warnings: Jealousy, Fluff!!!

Word Count: 1,591

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

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RFA HEADCANONS: Your First Fight~


(Aha! Yes, thank you for the request. I haven’t done this yet, simply because I’m still new on tumblr :) there isn’t much I have done, really.

So, thank you again! Means so much to me <3 hope you like it.)

(OKAY SO I FINISHED THIS AND I REALIZED; CRAP IVE NEVER DONE A FIGHT THING LIKE THIS?? Plus I got tired. T_T Lmao, I’m sorry. These are kinda bad.)



While he was playing LOLOL, you decided you would get a head start on your homework.

Well, you haven’t really been paying attention to the lessons.

You knew nothing.

You probably sat there in silence for a good hour or so, before you just lost it.

Getting frustrated, you slammed your book shut, sliding it on the floor.

This gained Yoosung’s attention, so he quickly rushed over to you.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”


He’d get really scared because oh my god? You were screaming at him? What is he supposed to do?

“Oh..! Uhm..I can help you!”


This..ohh, this was harsh.

You were too caught up in the moment to realize what you had said.

He started to tear up, but he tried brushing it off, just wanting to help you.

Still, he’d try to raise his voice..but just can’t??

“I didn’t know you felt that way, (Y/N).”

You looked over and saw the tears, and fELT SO GUILTY, P R O T E C T H I M.

“Wait..Yoosung, no..”

He’d probably try smiling, reassuring you that it was okay.

He legit picks you up, place you on the bed, and will just hold you in his arms for a while.

Then, once you’ve calmed down completely, he will actually help you with your homework.



Seven hadn’t spoken a single word to you all day. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but still, you tried to get him to speak.

He was trying hard to ignore you at this point, wanting to talk to you..but, he just didn’t want to continue getting close. He was scared of hurting you, really.

He would get up from his chair, going over to grab another bag of honey Buddha.

This is when you’d make your move.

You’d go up, and slap his ass playfully, just trying to get him to laugh, or make a remark..or something.

But he actually pretends to get all mad?

“Stop acting like a child, (Y/N).”

You’d feel a little hurt at this, because normally he was fine with it? So???

You’d raise your voice.

“Child? Luciel. You have been ignoring me ALL THE DAMN DAY? AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME THE CHILD?”

At this point, you would start tearing up a little bit.

He was fine with the yelling. He wanted you to get mad. He wanted you to realize that he was a terrible person, and that he didn’t deserve you.

But when you start crying?

His heart breaks.

He instantly regrets trying to ignore you, realizing that maybe it would be fine if the two of you were together.

He goes up, giving you a big hug.

“God.. (Y/N)..I’m sorry. It’s just..been a rough day, that’s all. I love you.”

“..I love you, too, Seven.”



The two of you were going on a date tonight.

Of course, it was really starting to dwell on you…that he is perfect. He’s handsome, and talented..and you’re just over here looking like a classy potato?


He literally comes up there, just to see what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time.

You’re in there, trying to look perfect, but to you..it just wasn’t working out.

“(Y/N). You look beautiful as always, come on. It’s just another date.”

“Just another date?! What do you mean just another date?”

He’d widen his eyes, like ‘o shit, no.’

“(Y/N). You know that isn’t what I meant..”

“Then what did you mean, Zen? What is it? Dammit, can’t you just see I’m trying be worthy of you?! And you don’t even care?”

At this point, he gets pretty mad at what you’re saying.

To him, you are perfect? So?? The hell?

“Stop acting like that, (Y/N). You know damn well you’re worthy of me. If anything, we are deserving of each other. You. Are. Perfect. I will never get tired of you. I. Love. You. Can’t you wrap your cute mind around that fact?!”

Of course, he called you cute while trying to win.

And it worked.

You couldn’t stay mad much longer. In fact, you were never mad at him to begin with.

You say your apologies, and go on your date~



She never came home.

After a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend..but where she at, tho??

You were frustrated enough, and knowing that she was just over working herself again was enough to make it worse.

So, you had to drive all the way to her work place.


“Jaehee. You never even called to tell me you were going to be late! I’m worried about you. Come home..you can fi-”

“(Y/N). I am busy. Leave me alone, please.”

MCSCUSE ME? (Reference. Ha.)

“What? Jaehee. I can tell yo-”

“I said leave me alone.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t know what to do, so..you just run out.

She quickly realizes her mistake, and instantly gets up, and runs after you.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”


“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”


“No, it’s okay. Let’s just..go home.”



You had broken Elizabeth 3rd’s collar whole trying to get it off. It was an accident, but Jumin didn’t see it that way.

“Jumin. I said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll buy her a new one!”

“(Y/N), you know damn well I can afford one myself. I don’t care about replacing it. She’s had that collar forever! It must have meant a lot to her..”

“Exactly. It was old. The part probably wasn’t in good shape, an-”

“Jaehee never had a problem with it.”

You would feel your blood boil at this.

“Then why don’t you date Jaehee, then?”

“Idiot..you know that’s not what I me-”

“Oh, so now I’m an idiot?”

This is when he’d say something stupid like “I knew I shouldn’t get involved with women.”



You don’t even try to fight back. You grab your purse, and you’re already going out the door.

Jumin quickly realizes his mistake, and while he doesn’t want to admit it..he needed you.

He would sigh, rushing over to grab you before you left.

“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, okay? We can get her a new one. Just..don’t leave me..”



He needed the eye surgery.

No doubt, you knew this pastel boy needed the surgery.

You tried to convince him..every day now. But, he never seemed to listen.

So, you go back to base one.

“V..I reall-”

“Want me to get the surgery? (Y/N). You’ve reminded me everyday. I appreciate that you care..but, please. I’m fine.”

You’d get a bit frustrated. I mean, you’ve been trying, and he doesn’t even give it a thought?

“You still love Rika..don’t you?”



“You love rika. Don’t you?”


“No. Answer me.”

He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. Did he love her? He didn’t even know, himself??

He sighs, not in the mood to fight with you, the one he truly loves.

“No. I don’t. In fact, (Y/N)..contact Jumin. I’m getting the surgery.”




You two would be walking hand in hand around town, when an old friend called your name.

You’d turn around, giving your friend a big smile.

You feel Saeran’s grip on your hand tighten, as he gives the person death glares.

Your friend and you talked for a good 2 or 3 minutes, before they said “See Ya later.” and ooohhhh boy. Is Saeran mad when they finally left.

“Are you?”


“Are you going to see that son of a bitch later?!”

At this point, you can’t help but just laugh. I mean, cute, jealous boyfriend alert~

“Probably not. I haven’t seen her for a long time. That’s just something people say, you know.”

“Hmph. I do- wait. Her?”

“Saeran. That was a girl.”

“But- they-”

“Oh my god. You actually- okay. ”

The two of you probably just walk in silence for a few minutes, before changing the subject, as if that whole thing never happened.

Hate to Love You (Snowbaz)

“Great,” I mutter as I walk into our room and see Simon on his bed, “You couldn’t have been out saving the world or getting killed or something?”

Simon barely even glances at me. But he whispers something that sounds strangely like “I wish” before rolling over on his bed, away from me. I pause. Simon is always up for a fight. Something’s got to be wrong. I’m tempted to ignore him and just go to my desk, enjoy some quiet and try to get homework done. I should be doing that. That’s what everyone would expect me to do. I walk towards my desk and sit down.

After ten minutes I can’t stand the silence. It’s growing bigger and bigger in the small room, a buzzing annoyance. Simon’s never this quiet. No matter what he’s doing, he does it loudly. Eating, sleeping, talking. Everything. But now he’s barely making any noise. Even his breathing seems quieter than usual.

I finally spin around, frustrated and fed up and stand up, “What in Crowley’s name is wrong with you?” I say. Simon looks up at me, his expression gloomy and his eyes dull.

“What do you care?” he asks with venom. Venom I know isn’t just aimed at me today. Simon’s mad at the whole world and I can’t help myself, I want to know why. I cautiously walk closer to him, making sure he’s not going to suddenly pull out his sword and attack me. I wouldn’t put it past him, even with the Roommate’s Anathema. If anyone could find a way around that it would be Simon, probably by sheer luck though. I sit at the edge of his bed and he glances at me, curiosity breaking through the fog of sheer misery in his eyes.

“No really,” I say, quieter, gentler, “what’s wrong?”

He pushes himself up, looking suspiciously at me and I realize how close we are. I can feel the heat from his skin and his arm brushes mine as he shifts over to sit next to me, his socked feet hanging off the bed next to mine. My breath quickens.

“I just-” he fiddles with the blanket between his fingers, “ I’m lonely I guess. I mean, no one wants to be friends with me. Sure I have Penny and Agatha, but Penny has Micah and she’s always busy with him and Agatha broke up with me, which you’ve probably heard by now. And I know I’m shitty at magic and probably a danger to be around most of the time. Maybe I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be anywhere. I’m not safe for anyone and I’m alone and there’s nothing I can do about it. Hell, even my roommate hates me and I have no idea why.” His sad eyes lock with mine. “why do you hate me? Really, i want to know, am I that awful to be around?”

I open my mouth. Then close it again. I swallow. “Do you really want to know? Do you really want to know why I hate you so much?”

He nods and I shuffle closer, turning so I’m facing him, while he’s still gazing towards the window. “Well,” I whisper, “the first thing I hate about you is your eyes. They’re so blue, you see. There’s no possible way to describe them besides blue. Writing poetry about them is impossible.”

He turns to me in confusion but before he can interrupt I force myself to continue.

“And then there’s your hair. It’s always a mess, and it drives me insane because I just want to run my fingers through it. And that you smell like cinnamon and smoke. And your moles, Crowley I could spend days telling you how much I hate your moles. Simon, you’re covered in constellations and I want to trace them all. It drives me crazy.”

“Baz-” he starts, “If- if you’re joking this isn’t funny.”

I move my hand to his cheek and suppress a smile when he starts to lean into it.

“ And I hate your stubbornness.” I move my face closer to his, “and the way you fight for what you believe in, and how you talk with your hands more than your mouth, and the way you smile and how you can’t seem to do anything quietly. And Simon,” our noses brush and I press my forehead against his. “I hate that I’m not joking. I hate that-” I swallow and stare at his eyes. His blue eyes which are now shining bright like they should be.

“I hate that I love you Simon, so so much.”

His lips press against mine, gentle and unsure, and careful in a way I didn’t know Simon could be. And Crowley if it doesn’t make me love him more. He pulls away slowly, eyelashes fluttering. But he keeps his hand curled around my neck and I finally, finally allow myself to smile. He smiles back, maybe a little unsure, but he smiles. Crowley it’s beautiful. It’s like the sun coming out from behind clouds.

“I don’t hate you Simon,” I say, “I love you.”


MariChat May 20th: Night on the Town


Summary: Chat enjoys some fine dining with his father (not shown). He then sleeps it off at Marinette’s (shown).

Marinette sighed and put down her homework when she heard a thump above her. She climbed up the stairs to her loft.

“Chat, why are you on my bed?” She frowned, eyeing the boy that was lying face down on her bed.

He groaned and when he spoke his words were muffled by her comforter.

She sighed. “Whatever the reason, I’m trying to do my homework so try not to be a bother.” With that she descended back to her desk where she continued with her homework.

She tried her best to ignore the occasional groan from the boy above her.

Chat whined. Loudly.

Marinette sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Guess I’m dealing with Chat now, instead of homework.” She muttered.

She climbed the stairs to her loft again and sat down on the side of her bed. She glared at the unmoving cat. “So?” She prompted.

Chat raised his face up from the bed. “Dad made me go to a party.” With that he allowed his face to hit the bed again.

Marinette frowned in confusion her brow furling. “What’s wrong with going to a party?”

Chat whined.

Marinette sighed. “Can’t you just flip over Chat?” She and then muttered. “So we can finish this talk and I can get back to my homework.”

Chat groaned, but did as she asked.

Marinette’s nose scrunched up. “What’s that smell?” She asked.

Chat pouted at her. “I-I tolds you. Dad made me go to a party!”

The girl slowly brought her hands to cover her eyes. “How much?”

“How? What?”

Marinette sighed again. “How much did you drink, Chat?” She looked at him intently.

Suddenly, Chat burst into giggles. “Lots.”

Marinette shook her head. “Why don’t you sleep it off?” She said, reaching out a hand to run it through his hair.

Chat purred and then giggled. “I’m a cat!” He leaned towards her. “Don’t tell anyone.” He whispered and then bopped her on the nose. “It’s a secret.”

Marinette rubbed her nose. “Just get some sleep.” She said.

His nose scrunched up. “Can’t”

She sighed. “Why not?”

“Too bright.” He said, pointing to her light.

She frowned. “I guess I can-”

“Marinette! Who are you talking to up there?” Sabine asked.

Marinette turned to stare at her. “No one?” She squeaked out.

Sabine frowned. “It looks like Chat Noir.”

Marinette hung her head. “Yeah, it is.” She glanced at the giggling cat. “Mostly anyways.”

Sabine looked at Chat’s giggling with confusion. “Is there something… wrong with Chat?”

“Not exactly.” Marinette ran her hand through his hair to stop him from giggling. “He’s just a little tipsy is all.”

Sabine frowned. “He looks like he’s drunk as a skunk.”

Chat laughed. “No, I’m a cat silly.” His laughing faded into giggles.

Mother and daughter both looked at him with affectionate confusion. Catching each other’s look the both couldn’t help but laugh.

“So you can’t get your homework done since Chat’s making a ruckus?” Sabine asked.

Marinette nodded. “I tried to get him to sleep, but he wasn’t having it.”

Sabine tapped a finger on her chin before grinning. “How about we just bring some blankets downstairs and let him sleep it off on the family couch?”

Marinette smiled for a moment and then faltered. “How are we going to get him down there?” She looked down to the giggling Chat to find him wrestling with her giant cat plushy.

“He’s cute.” Sabine chuckled at Chat’s antics. “You’ll just have to find a way, Marinette.” With that said Sabine left to go get blankets.

“Diplomacy first.” Marinette muttered to herself. She put on her best fan voice. “Hey Chat! Why don’t we head downstairs for some treats? Nothing but the best for a superhero.” She fluttered her eyes at him.

Chat stared at her face for a moment before grabbing her by the arms and pulling her into a bear hug. “You’re so cute!” He gushed. “I wish I could tell everyone how cute you are!”

Marinette glared into his chest her lips turned up into a pout.

Chat looked down at her. “Oh! You’re even cuter when you’re angry!” He squeezed her.

Marinette struggled to push him away. “Chat. Can’t. Breath!” He let go. Marinette fell backwards onto the floor. She muttered mean things about Chat as she rubbed her sore butt.

Chat grinned at her as his tail moved back and forth behind him.

“Oh no, I know that look.” Marinette said as she grimaced. Thinking quickly she slid down her ladder and headed as quickly as she could to the exit to her room. Chat landed right behind her on all fours. She barely managed to dart down the stairs before Chat reached her.

She panted as she stopped at the bottom of the stairs. For some reason she didn’t expect Chat to actually continue bounding down the stairs, but he did.

“Marinette? Why are you and Chat on the floor?” Sabine asked.

Marinette groaned from underneath Chat.

“Stop horsing around, Marinette, and let him sleep.” Sabine chided softly.

Marinette sighed for the umpteenth time.

Marinette grinned in victory. “Done!” She exclaimed.

Tikki clapped her paws together. “Good job, Marinette!”

“Thanks, Tikki.” Marinette smiled at her little friend. “I thought I would never get my homework done.”

“Chat was a lot of trouble today wasn’t he?” Tikki quirked her head to the side.

Marinette nodded her head and smiled. “Yeah, but I’m glad he came to me.”

Tikki smiled, but looked confused. “Why?” She asked.

Marinette chewed thoughtfully on her lip for a moment before answering. “I trust myself as his partner, but I’ve never been so sure of his family. Especially now that they let him get like-” She gestured to her bed. “-that!”

The Kwami giggled. “I’m glad you care so much about your partner, Marinette.”

Marinette ducked her head. “Well yeah, he’s… Chat you know?”

They shared a smile.

“I should check on Chat before I go to bed.” Marinette said.

“Alright, I’ll see you in a minute.” Tikki patted her cheek and headed up to her loft.

Marinette tiptoed down the stairs and peaked at Chat over the railing.

He was lying on his back with one of his arms on the floor and the other up the side of the couch. He was also snoring quietly.

“Now who’s too cute?” She smirked and took out her phone to snap a couple pics.

With that she started back to her room. She stopped near the top of the stairs to shoot one last sweet smile at him. “Sweet dreams, Chaton.”

They both slept soundly.

What the real problem is

Sure, I can complete this homework.
No, it’s no bother, I can get high grades in all these tests which land on the same week with little time between them.
Don’t worry, I can act like a senior member of the school and always be helpful.
Of course I won’t swear or wear anything “scandalous.” I would hate for people to be reprimanded for not being able to respect me.
It’s okay, I’ll always be smiling and never once act like I’m anything but happy.
Yes, I’ll always get the right amount of sleep to be awake in your class. Of course I’ll manage to have all the homework done as well as that.
I understand, that because you’ve been in my place before, you understand the stress I’m feeling and that you have no control over lessening the work load you’re giving in order to reduce my stress.
No, I won’t ever act my age and misbehave.
Yes, I’ll maintain your impossible standards.
Don’t worry, it’ll be easy to keep my friendships going while I do this. No I won’t ever have to shove any of them aside just so I can progress in life with my education because you’ve deemed it important.
No I won’t suffer from a mental breakdown, that would be inconvenient for you, that would prove that we’re being overworked.
No, I won’t complain to someone older because “honey you think that’s difficult, it’s so easy for you right now.”
Of course it’s not difficult, your right, I’m sure when you were in my place you didn’t complain once. I’m sure, you’ve just forgotten, that it’s difficult now because I haven’t been given anything harder to do.

The problem is, this applies to more than just a certain age group of students. It applies to more than just one gender. It applies to more than just one person.

Monster (Pt. 1)

Pt. 1  Pt. 2  Pt. 3  Pt. 4  Pt. 5

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

◊ Word Count: 2,218

◊ Summary: Werewolves aren’t meant to be messed with, but unfortunately, you don’t really have a choice. 

 Warnings: nothing much in this part, though that will change later  

A/N: It’s been like 2 weeks since I last posted something? Idk, but my focus has been very out of whack lately, and finally I had the motivation to write. Unfortunately, it isn’t one of my ongoing things, but this is what happened and I’m glad to be expanding my masterlist. I wrote this is about an hour or two and didn’t really feel like editing, so sorry for any mistakes.

   |Chapter 1

You tapped your pencil against your desk in a steady rhythm, the sound of your professor’s voice droning on in the background. You couldn’t bring yourself to pay attention today.

Your eyes wandered to the other side of the classroom where the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the view of the sunny courtyard beyond. It was a nice day for autumn, and you would much rather be spending it outside than in this stuffy classroom. Unfortunately, there were still thirty minutes left of class.

And, as it usually went in this class, your eyes wandered to the boy sitting next to the windows.

You didn’t know what it was about him, but somehow he always caught your eye. Never once had you spoken to him – or even heard him speak, for that matter – but he was absolutely captivating. You’d never really gotten a good look at his face, but from the glimpses you caught he was extraordinarily handsome. He was tall as well, but other than that, you knew only one thing about him: his name.

Oh Sehun.

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unfortunately i haven’t been sticking to my study schedule very well this week, but last night i had a rare moment of “let’s get shit done” in amongst the never ending “i’m never gonna finish it all so why bother” so i managed to knock out all of my accounting homework, planned for my english speech and wrote up some spesh notes!!

pretty happy with myself, even if it kept me up until midnight and i didn’t wake up this morning until 11:40 😂

Sick and Needy - Personalised

Your last imagine was sooo good. I’m jordyn and I was wondering if you could do a Shawn imagine where he’s sick and clingy so when your friends are over he’s begging for cuddles and kisses and stuff and he over hears them calling him annoying when he’s “sleeping” and gets a lil upset until you reassure him that it’s cute and it’s okay? Thanks

Song inspiration: Here (In Your Arms) - HelloGoodbye

word count: 1013

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“Shawn, are you sure you don’t need anything else? The girls will be here soon” Humming away, he gives me a nod reaching for my hand placing a kiss on it. I smile to myself as I leave the ‘music room’ of our house.

Shawn is recovering from a cold just in time for his break to end. The three weeks of hell had Shawn sniffling, sneezing, coughing that our room now permanently smells of Glen 20. It isn’t often when he gets sick but when he does, it doesn’t hold back.

Hearing the door knock, I run to the door as these girls have been there my whole life! We did everything together and soon we’ll be graduating together! I have been on the road with Shawn for a while so a catch up was well over due.

“Jordyn! How you been?” Jessica screams as she wraps her arms around me. I return the hug as I chuckle seeing Josie just getting out of the car. “How was touring? Where did you go again? Did anything exciting happen?” Suggestively wiggling her eyebrows at the same time.

All three of us are extremely different, polar opposites if you must! Jessica as you can probably tell is your typical preppy girl. Celebrity gossip, hair, shoes, make up. Josie on the other hand is more your book worm. Not really caring about what brand she is wearing today or if her nails are chipped. Straight A’s, we can never fault this girl. As for me, I just happened to stubble upon one of the hottest boyfriends ever.

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Clingy (Grayson)

request: Hi this is a request (btw I love your blog), a day at school with a very clingy/touchy Grayson:) thx hope you have a nice day

a/n: thank youuu, hope you enjoy, sorry it’s kinda short xxx


word count: 456

Originally posted by lovdziubasek

I was sitting in English, alone because of course Grayson was late, when was he not. A few minutes later, in walks Grayson he smiles widely at me and strolls over to me. 

“Morning gorgeous.” he says softly placing a kiss on my forehead. The class is quiet at this point, people are staring including the teacher, I blush and sink down in my chair a little. Grayson had no shame and he loved a little PDA, I however was a little more conscious. He pulled his desk a little closer to mine and chatted to me the whole lesson despite being told off countless times. When the teacher was talking he would hold my hand and play with the rings on my fingers. Other kids look at him like he is crazy but I am so used to him being touchy all the time that it doesn’t even phase me. 

The bell rang, indicating the end of the lesson. We all filed out of the room, Grayson following close behind me before he walked with me to my locker. Once I finished putting my books away Grayson had me with my back against the locker and one of his strong arms pushing up against them, hovering over my body. 

“Are you going to come home with me after school?” he asked me.

“I don’t know Gray, I have a lot of homework to do thanks to you.” I teased.

“Why me?” he laughed.

“Because your always distracting me and i spend too much time with you so I never get it done!” I replied. He pouted at me and I smiled. 

“Please come, I promise we will only do homework.” he begged.

“No funny business?” I asked him, raising my eyebrow.

“Promise. No funny business… unless we finish all our homework.” he replied with a wink making me smile. He kissed me slowly and passionately. For a couple seconds before I pushed him off me. 

“Gray, stop people are staring!” I exclaimed, looking around me. He smiled, he knew how much his excessive PDA made me feel.

The bell rang again but Grayson and I didn’t have a class together for the rest of the day. I put some books into my bag before I left. Grayson wrapped me in a hug and kissed my cheek.

“I’ll see you later meet me in the parking lot, I love you.” He said quickly as people started moving frantically through the hallways. 

“Love you too.” I replied. He held my hand for as long as possible before we went our separate ways. Anyone would think we were in the early stages of our relationship. The part where you are inseparable, but no that was just Grayson 24/7.

Silence (part one)

This is based on and inspired by the book Silence by Natasha Preston. It is from the point of view of the reader and involves The Core Four plus Kevin and Chuck.

Warnings: swearing, there will be mentioned of sexual violence in later chapters.

I sat up in bed and stretched my arms over my head, unlocking my muscles and opening my eyes. I turned off my blaring alarm and began to get myself ready for school. I threw on a black t shirt and a pair of blue jeans, pulling my hair into a ponytail and grabbing my shoes on my way downstairs.

Mum was in the kitchen and I gave her a small smile. “Morning honey” she called. I smiled again in response as I crouched to put my shoes on. I walked over and gave her a small hug and she kissed the top of my head. “Have a good day at school”

I grabbed my school bag from the bottom of the stairs and opened the front door. Archie was waiting at the end of the driveway playing a game on his phone. He looked up as I approached, “Morning!” he exclaimed squeezing my shoulder, I smiled and nodded as we began walking to school. All the way there Archie told me all about an argument he had had with Veronica last night and how she was being impossible. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes. He let out a deep breath, “fine, I guess it is partly my fault too..” I nodded still holding his gaze. “Fine, I’ll apologise to her” he finished, defeated. I smiled at my victory, but my smile dropped when I realised we had reached the school building.

Noticing this, Archie slung his arm across my shoulder and leaned closer, “remember, if you need anything today, come and find me, and we have lunch together too, right?” I nodded and we continued into the building, parting ways at the end of the hallway.

I made my way to my locker and began to fill my bag with everything I needed for the morning. I would much rather carry a heavy bag around than have to wander the hallways alone between lessons. A slamming locker beside me made me jump slightly and I turned to see the jocks gathered on the other side of he hallway, laughing and joking. I hurried off the my first class and settled into my seat next to Betty.

“Hey, how are you?” She asked sweetly. I smiled and nodded letting her know I was okay. “Good, me too” she responded and we fell into a comfortable silence as the teacher walked in. Silences with my friends were always comfortable, it was others that made me uncomfortable. Others insisted on making jokes about me not talking, and I had no way of retaliating.

The bell rang signalling the end of class and the morning continued in a similar fashion. I had biology where I sat next to Kevin and then maths where I sat next to Veronica. After that we headed to lunch together and found the rest of the gang at a table outside.

I set my trey down next to Jughead’s and began to pick at my food while listening to the conversations around me. Jughead, Betty, and Kevin were discussing Jason’s murder, of course, and Veronica and Archie were talking in hushed tones at the end of the table. I looked over to them and saw Veronica smiling as they whispered, signalling that they had resolved their argument. They began kissing and I looked away, fixing my eyes on my lunch.

The bell rang letting us know that lunch was over. I groaned knowing that I had a free period while the others all had classes. I would much rather sit through double maths than have a free period alone. Jughead looked at me, “You Ok?” He asked softly. I forced a smile, trying to reassure him that I would be fine. It must have worked because he nodded and we all began to walk back inside.

I made my way to the student lounge, hoping to get a head start on tonight’s homework. Forty-five minutes later and I had nearly finished the Biology homework. The door creaked open and I looked up and then froze, feeling my blood turn to ice in my veins. Chuck Clayton. He had never done anything to me physically, but I had heard the rumours, and I was terrified. I did not want to be a victim again.

“Well well well” he jeered, “look who we have here, and all alone too.” I shrank back in my chair, hoping the lumpy cushions would swallow me whole. He stalked across the room until he was standing over me, and bent to rest one hand on each arm of the armchair, caging me in. I set my mouth in a hard line, trying to hide the fear that was coursing through me, but my hands were shaking. I tried to push him away but he didn’t move an inch. He smirked down at me, leaning closer and brushing his nose against my hair. I stopped breathing altogether, paralysed.

Suddenly he was pulled away and slammed into the nearby wall, Jughead’s arm pushing against Chuck’s throat, holding him there. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jughead yelled. My eyes filled with tears up as I sat frozen in the seat. Betty knelt down beside me, clutching my hand and rubbing small circles in my palm, trying to bring me back to the present. Of course no one knew why I was so scared, she must assume it was because of Chucks history with the girls at the school, which I guess is partly true. No one knows the whole truth, and I could never speak a word of it.

Archie came into the room then and caught my eye. He rushed toward me but heard Jughead struggling with Chuck in the corner and changed direction to help the beanie-clad boy. Together, with lots of grunting and cursing, they threw Chuck out of the room and closed the door. Both boys came back over toward me in time to see me wipe the tears away from my cheeks and plaster a smile across my face.

“Don’t do that” Archie scolded, knowing that the smile was fake. “What happened? Did he touch you?” He was angry, but his voice was laced with concern. Jughead was holding my other hand, mirroring Betty’s actions.

I shook my head and Archie exchanged a look with Jughead. I stood up, causing Jughead and Betty to let go of my hands. I gathered up my things and headed to the door. When I realised no one was following, I turned around and gave them my best reassuring smile. The three of them exchanged glances once more but followed me to our final classes of the day.

The afternoon passed without incident and we finished the day at Pop’s with milkshakes and fries. Somehow we managed to squeeze into one booth; Jughead, Betty, and I on one side, and Archie, Veronica, and Kevin on the other. The conversation flowed easily between the friends, but Archie kept glancing at me. We had been friends since diapers and had always lived on the same block with Betty.

Sometimes it felt like he could read my mind, he knew what every expression meant. He knew something had happened to make me stop talking, and I wished he could guess what it was so that I wouldn’t have to speak it out loud, but then again I didn’t want him to know what had happened. I didn’t want anyone to know.

I felt his foot nudge mine under the table and I looked up, realising that the others had left. My eyes went wide, wondering how long I had been absent for. “You ready to go home?” he asked. I sighed and slid out of the booth. Archie grabbed my bag and slung it over his shoulder as I followed him outside and down the street.

He bumped my shoulder gently with his, “are you sure you’re alright?” he questioned. I nodded and bumped his shoulder back playfully. We rounded the corner and soon arrived at the foot of my drive. There were two cars in the driveway and my heart sank a little knowing that my dad was back from his business trip.

“See you in the morning?” Archie smiled handing my my bag. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his middle giving him a quick hug. I never knew why he phrased that as a question as he would always be at the end of my driveway ready to walk me to school regardless.

I pulled open the front door and heard my parents voices in the kitchen. There was also a noise coming from the TV in the lounge. I followed the noise and saw Jasper , my brother, sprawled on the couch playing video games. I sank down beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. He had come back from college last week for summer break filling the house with noise and laughter and stories. He carried on playing and recounted his drunken night out last night while I drifted in and out of sleep, exhausted from the day.

Heyyy~~ There’s no time left until school starts, so I decided to share with you some of the basic things that really help me personally be an A+ student. Hope it helps 1. Prepare
•get a nice stationery.
And “nice” doesn’t necessarily mean “expensive”! Just buy something you really like, what gonna motivate you to take notes ( you can also DIY it if you into that!).
• whenever/ wherever you study-wear comfy clothes.
The truth is - school isn’t a runway, you can not focus on studying if you only thinking about when you’ll take off your heels.
2. Never (!) skip classes.
I hope you don’t but I know many people who do that. Even if you’re tired, school day doesn’t last forever,righ? So stay strong and determined.
3. Take notes.
Very obvious but so important. Write down everything your teacher writes on board and also what he says and you didn’t know. And don’t forget to review your notes time to time: I like rewriting it and using color coding- find what works for you and stick to it.
4. Homework.
No no NO excuses here!! I have never gone to school without my homework done. It is very important and helpful to get all the material.
5. Ask for help.
If you don’t get something- don’t just “let it be”. Go to you teacher, parents, friends- and ask to explain you, It’s absolutely fine! Or you can also do your own research using Internet or books.
6. You should get a planner ( if your school doesn’t offer you one) to write down your schedule/ homework/ helpful information. Bullet journey works nice as well.
7. Have fun! Just go easy with that. Take breaks and don’t forget to do what you enjoy, or you will end up depressed and with no motivation for work.

Xoxo, Angie <3

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader is Veronica's non-identical twin sister and the reader is all geeky and nerdy and stuff thank you xx

“Is there any way I could just go to the library?”

“Umm, I’m afraid not. You’ll have to spend the remainder of class here, Y/N.”

I sighed. “Alright then.” I just handed in my pre-calculus test with a whole 32 minutes left to spare in class. While I wanted to go to the library to work on my chemistry lab report, apparently I was to be detained in class. So I took out the tiny sketchbook I kept on me and started doodling. Or, at least I wanted to. I was drawing blanks any time my pencil hovered over the blank white page.

I looked at Mr. Stewing Silently one row ahead of me, three seats to the left. He had his deep thought face on. Granted he was taking a test just like everyone else, but he also had a look that he was in serious thought almost eighty percent of the time. I was staring, yes, and before I knew it my pencil was scrawling over the thick sketch paper.

“What are we, eight years old?” I asked my sister. “Gimme my sketchbook back!”

“I can not believe you have a crush on Jughead!” She laughed, an arm outstretched to me and keeping me at bay with my sketchbook open in her other hand to one page in particular. It was a sketch I managed to draw of her friend that was in my math class. “I mean, why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N? You know I woulda set you guys up-”

“-Because drawing someone doesn’t mean I like them,” I claimed, crawling across my bed to finally snatch the book from her hand. “And don’t tell him about this either.”

“Oh come on, why not?”

“Because I know you, Ronnie, and I know you’re gonna make a huge deal out of this! That or it’s just gonna sound really creepy when you tell him I was staring at him and drawing his face.”

“I think it’s sweet! Poetic, even-”

“-Jesus, Veronica-”

“-What? Is it wrong for me to be excited that you are finally showing interest in a guy?”

“I never said I was interested in him,” I reiterated with a head shake, now becoming frustrated that she was distracting me from getting my homework done.

“Plus it’s like the whole twintuition thing; you feel all happy and bubbly inside over a guy, I think I feel it, too-”

“-Earth to Veronica?? Are you hearing anything at all that I’m saying? Even more importantly, are you hearing yourself? I’m serious, don’t mention this to him or anyone else.”

“Not even B-”

“-No, not even Betty!”

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Pairing: Jongkey

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Kibum likes thin clothing, Jonghyun likes the breeze. 

His clock on the wall reads 2:45AM, Jonghyun doesn’t understand why he’s still awake, maybe it’s because he can’t stop thinking about earlier today or maybe it’s because his roommate is looking at him with inquiring eyes and a grin. He can feel the others gaze on the back of his neck and so he scratches the side of his shoulder before clearing his throat and flipping through the pages of his notebook. “Ignoring me huh?” his roommate questions from behind him and Jonghyun hears the smirk in his voice. “Are you embarrassed?” he continues and Jonghyun swallows clenching the corner of the notebook page and biting his bottom lip. Why wouldn’t he just shut up about it?

“Don’t be, I understand.” His roommate continues. “We’re all men in our twenties, we still have hormones. I mean jacking off to your roommates’ t-shirt is new, but it’s not too shocking to me. I mean, I’m a pretty open minded gu—”

“Can you fucking shut-up already, Kibum.” Jonghyun finally snaps, his nostrils flaring.

Kibum’s eyes widen and he backs off with a light laugh.

Kim Kibum and Kim Jonghyun have been college roommates for about a year now—it’s been one chaotic, hormonal and oddly eccentric year. Jonghyun quickly took a liking to Kibum and his odd habits of buying random “junk and shit” (as Minho would say) from the local college store. Kibum wouldn’t just buy random “junk and shit” for himself, he bought stuff for Jonghyun as well. Jonghyun admired his consideration and his liking for Kibum grew into much more over the months. Kibum studied hard, made good grades while still being able to enjoy himself. And what Jonghyun found so extremely attractive about him was the way he stood up for what he believed in. Hell, that was fucking hot.

Kibum’s said multiple times on multiple occasions, that he just isn’t into women. He’s confessed to Jonghyun about dating several guys during highschool and that he almost ran off to the states with a guy when he turned nineteen. “I thought…he was like a shooting star. If I wished hard enough and followed him long enough…he’d make my dreams come true.” Is what Kibum had said one late Tuesday night. Jonghyun wished he could’ve been that shooting star—he would’ve made all Kibum’s dreams come true.

“I’m sorry,” Kibum murmurs as he runs a hand through his blonde bangs. “This is awkward for me too…”

“Well you’re making it that way.” Jonghyun says under his breath finally giving up on the homework he knew he’d never get done. He inhales deeply before turning to face Kibum. They stare at each other from across the room, their eyes never wavering from one another.

Jonghyun decides to speak for himself. “Do you want to leave?” he questions, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. “I can go and see if there are any other available rooms.”

Being with Kibum for those first five months, Jonghyun realized that Kibum dressed frivolously and however the hell he wanted to. Which was hard on Jonghyun’s heart and self-restraint. During the summer Kibum wore light clothes or most nearly no clothes at all. His signature look to overcome the heat was a pair of torn shorts that barely reached his knees and hugged his thighs tightly and a white tshirt as thin as wet paper hung out to dry in the sun. That outfit did a number on Jonghyun’s heart the first time he saw Kibum in it. His thighs, his legs, his nipples—Jonghyun didn’t know where to look, so that day he didn’t look at Kibum. He kept his head low whenever Kibum looked his way.

“What’re doing? Is there something in your eye?” Kibum asked, but when Jonghyun didn’t reply he dismissed him with a wave and went about his day. There were some days when they both agreed on opening the window during the night to let the breeze in. After showering and getting comfy in bed, they would both turn to each other and ready their hands for a round of rock-paper-scissors. The loser would have to get up and open the window. Kibum lost that first time and he grumbled his way over to the window in his thin t-shirt and black sweats. Jonghyun laughed to himself thinking about how cute he was. The moment Kibum opened the window a warm breeze blew into the room. Kibum cursed under his breath and Jonghyun gaped at him, his heart racing. The wind caused Kibum’s shirt to billow out like an upside-down tulip. It was safe to say that Jonghyun didn’t sleep that night.

“Look, Jonghyun,” Kibum licks his lips as he begins the conversation Jonghyun is dreading. “I understand.” Kibum makes a move to get up from his bed, but the deer in headlights look on Jonghyun’s face stops him.

“I—I can go and ask around, Minho probably won’t mind if you stay with him and Jinki.” Jonghyun rambles and he hates it when he rambles, because when he starts rambling he won’t stop and it’s embarrassing.


“I’m sorry, I…I got carried away, I don’t know what I was thinking—actually,” Jonghyun swallows. “I knew exactly what I was thinking…but I shouldn’t have been thinking it.”

“Jonghyun, just shut-up, you’re fine.”

“But, Kibum…”

Kibum shakes his head silently with a smile. “What else of mine have you…ya know.” He gestures with his hands and Jonghyun can tell that he’s embarrassed for his sake, it makes him chuckle.

“It was just the shirt.”

“Did it smell like me?” Kibum asks.

Jonghyun shrugs. “Yeah or else I wouldn’t have…” he pauses. “Why are we talking about this?”

“As the victim of your hormones I have the right to ask.”


“Tell me.” Kibum pesters, his knees pulled up beneath his chin and he looks so childish. Jonghyun hides his smile behind his hand.

“Hell no, don’t be gross.”

Kibum’s mouth drops open and then he points to himself. “Me?” he scoffs as he rises to his feet. “Don’t be gross.” He mocks in a nasally tone. “You’re one to speak.”

“I lost control okay? It won’t happen again.” Jonghyun mumbles. Kibum looks up to the room ceiling and then to his feet before looking at Jonghyun.


“I swear on the frog prince piggy bank you bought Minho.”

This causes Kibum to laugh and Jonghyun scoots over to make room on his bed for him. Kibum settles beside him placing a hand to Jonghyun’s thigh and resting his head on his shoulder. Jonghyun goes stiff.

“That really surprised me though…” Kibum begins, his voice soft and gentle. “You should’ve gone into the bathroom or something, I mean damn, Jjong, did you want me that ba—”

Jonghyun pushes Kibum’s head aside and scowls. “Shut-up.”

Kibum cackles loudly as he takes Jonghyun’s pillow and places it over his lap. They drift off into a comfortable silence; the breeze from the window blows into their room and rustles the papers strewn across the floor and desk. Jonghyun looks to Kibum from the corner of his eyes. “I do,” he says softly. “I do want you that badly.”


Jonghyun stares at the shirt Kibum had just taken off and flung aside. He licks his lips nervously and makes a plan in his head. He won’t be back until two, that gives me two hours since it’s only twelve. Jonghyun bites his bottom lip and walks slowly over to Kibum’s side of the room. He stops just before he reaches the shirt.

“What are you thinking….?” He asks himself, but he’s bored and horny and Kibum’s shirt is just right there and he’s been wanting to do this for a week now. “Fuck it.” He picks up Kibum’s shirt and hurries over to his bed, the fabric burning into his hand feeling like the tangible version of a sin. He breathes deeply, his chest rising and falling. Now that he has the shirt, he isn’t too sure of what to do next. Jonghyun’s not the type to jerk off at random, it takes a process for him and this situation feels too awkward and wrong to process.

He brings the white fabric to his nose and inhales Kibum’s musky and fruity scent. His whole body tingles and it weirds him out for a moment because he hasn’t felt such a tingle in a long time. His fingers crumple the fabric and he inhales more of Kibum’s smell. He then pictures how Kibum looked getting undressed and that does the trick because now he’s slipping a hand past the band of his pants and then under his boxers. Jonghyun lays back on his bed with his head on the pillow and his eyes closed shut as he thinks about his roommate.

“Kibum…” he moans because now he’s past the breaking point and he no longer cares. His nipples are hard and catch along the fabric of his shirt. He places Kibum’s shirt over his face and uses one hand to jerk himself off and another to stroke across his nipples. “This…is so….wrong.” he pants, but the realization doesn’t make him stop, instead it makes him feel it more. His hand jerks in an up and down motion and he yearns for it to be Kibum’s fingers pushing him to his limit. Kibum’s hands rubbing up and down his chest and skittering down the flesh of his hips. “F-fuck…” he huffs and as his back arches, he bites down hard on his bottom lip. He’s waited too long to feel this close to Kibum, Jonghyun can only imagine how it’d be to touch him in real life. Would he fall apart like sand in my fingers? Or would I be the one to melt like sugar against an open flame?

Jonghyun’s too far gone to notice the door as it’s being opened. Instead he presses Kibum’s shirt harder against his face and his hips buck up for more. “Kibum, nnngh.”

Kibum steps into the room, the smell of cigarettes and sex on his skin. He doesn’t take notice of Jonghyun at first as he stumbles out of his club clothes. “I’m back early,” he drawls. “I got bored.” After stripping down to only a tank and gym shorts, he finally looks over to Jonghyun’s side of the room. “Jonghyun?”

At first Jonghyun thinks his mind is playing tricks on him, so he goes with it and lets it take him to the edge. “Yes, Kibum, aaah.”

Kibum—realizing what’s going on—has a shit eating grin on his face. “Well,” he says. “I’m here. Tell me more.”

And just as Jonghyun’s about to climax, his brain realizes it’s not his mind tricking him, but that it is in fact Kibum in the room. Kibum who is watching him with a smirk. His body goes rigid and for a moment he thinks his heart has stopped beating.

“Jjong?” Kibum calls and Jonghyun rolls over onto his stomach in embarrassment and shame.


“What was that?” Kibum asks, but Jonghyun doesn’t repeat himself instead he looks to Kibum with an unreadable gaze.

“Did you know that I liked you?” he asks.

Kibum tilts his head, his blonde bangs falling to the side. “Maybe…but I kinda thought you liked the white t-shirt I always wore.”

Jonghyun rolls his eyes. “Dumbass.”

Kibum smiles sweetly and then reaches down to take Jonghyun’s hand. “Your hand must be tired…” he murmurs sympathetically. Jonghyun tries to yank his hand out of Kibum’s, but the blonde holds on tightly. “You can tell it to rest.”

Jonghyun stops moving and looks to Kibum dumbfounded. “Do you realize how much that implies?”

“Yeah and?”

“Do…do you like me too?”

Kibum doesn’t answer immediately instead he leans over to Jonghyun and kisses the corner of his mouth. He pulls back with a bright smile. “Does that answer your question?”

Jonghyun touches his lips dazedly and then shakes his head slowly. “No, not really because I would like to know: when and why and how?”

Kibum laughs and tries to bounce onto his feet, but Jonghyun pulls him back causing Kibum to stumble a bit before collapsing onto Jonghyun’s lap. “Tell me.” Jonghyun demands as his arms wrap around Kibum’s waist. Kibum squirms for a bit, but then gives up. He scratches the top of his head and then glances at Jonghyun with a playful glare. “What?” Jonghyun questions. “We have all night…indulge me.”

“Like you indulged yourself in my shir—”

This time Jonghyun shuts him up with a kiss.

The breeze blows into the room and Jonghyun thinks about how sudden and refreshing it is, how it’s different each time. And maybe that’s why he loves the breeze because it reminds him of Kibum.