just me trying to actually do something nice

Real Estate Revenge

(TL;DR at bottom)

I’ve been a real estate broker in Chicago for nearly 20 years. I started at a very small independent brokerage. It was my first week there when the broker/owner gave me a lead. He was older and wasn’t in very good health, so he passed a lot of his leads to his agents.

One of the broker’s friends passed away and the friend’s son wanted to sell the house. I call the son who tells me he’s known the broker for 30-plus years and how close their families were. He seems like a really nice guy. I go over and check out the house. I work up a gorgeous comparative market analysis. I have other brokers check my numbers (I was new and wanted to do a perfect job for my new client). I rehearse my presentation, have my stuff professionally printed, prepare for any possible questions, have responses ready for objections, and I head out.

I dazzle this guy with my presentation. He likes the $135,000 list price I recommended. He’s fine with the commission. He has no objections, but he asks me to give him 2 months to clean out the house, give his siblings a chance to go through everything and then repaint.

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anonymous asked:

mother!! can you please write a bts jimin friends to lovers au? i love your writing! idk if your finals r over but GOOD LUCK! you can do this! fighting!

my finals are close!!!! but writing for you guys is helping me relax~ 
here’s jimin friends-to-lovers ~~!! 

  • you met jimin through mutual friend taehyung who introduced you guys when you bumped into him and jimin at a local pizza place
  • and taehyung’s first introduction between you two was literally “you guys are actually alike, always worrying about other people and being ,,,,,you know,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what’s it kids say these days,,,,,,soft?”
  • and you and jimin were both like heY we aren’t soft!!!!!! but the reality is you guys are both the Softest and ever since you first hung out with him and taehyung it was obvious you and jimin were alike in may aspects
  • you were both simultaneously trying to stop taehyung from doing something funny, that was also dangerous but you were both also denying the fact that you were “party poopers” as taehyung put it,,,,,
  • after that you and jimin got close,,,,,because taehyung had suggest you’d exchange numbers and it was just a casual thing 
  • and then when you’d gotten home that day,,,jimin had actually texted you first?????
  • and it said ‘if you can, text me when you’re home so i know you’re safe! nice meeting you today,,,,,,hope this isn’t weird ;___;’
  •  and you knew,,,,since then,,,,that jimin was definitely a friend worth making and keeping because??? it’s hard to find people so genuine and sweet
  • and for a while you only hung out together if taehyung was there or if there was a group of people,,,,,but one day jimin asks if you’d like to go out with him,,,,,you know alone,,,,,
  • and you’re like !!!! because this is the first time but also,,,,,like why not?? jimin is fun and you agree and jimin says you guys should meet up and just hang out in the mall
  • and when you see him waiting there he looks a little nervous, and you catch him trying to fix his hair in the reflection of one of the shop windows
  • and you’re like,,,,,hmm,,,,,but you brush it off and call out his name and poor jimin almost jumps high enough to reach the ceiling of the mall
  • but once you’re in front of him,,,,,,this big smile spreads across his face and you grin back,,,,unsure of what he’s so happy about it but seeing him shine like the sun you can’t help but reciprocate it,,,,,,one of the many good things about jimin is he spreads happiness so easily,,,,,,
  • and so he says you two should check out the indoor theme park and you’re excitedly telling him you’d lOVE that,,,,,,,,
  • and once you’re there you point out the pirate ship and jimin gulps but he can see how your eyes are flickering with excitement and he gets on with you simply because he can’t say no to you,,,,,,,
  • and halfway through you feel jimin bury his face into your sleeve and you giggle and throw your arms around him and,,,,,you don’t see it,,,,,but jimin’s face goes tomato red and when you’re off the ride you ask him if he’s sick but he’s just like nO!!!! it’s from the ride!!! im just sweaty that’s all hahah
  • and as you’re walking you can see cotton candy and you’re like oMG and jimin shyly asks if you’d want him to buy you some and you’re like would YOU?? you’re an ANGEL PARK JIMIN
  • and he just tries to hide his blush again and you guys share the big puffy swirl of pink and jimin keeps peeking at you as you take bites and in his head it’s just: they’re so cute. so damn cute. cute. cu t e. cUTE.
  • and you’re like “jimin im going to go try and win that stuffed animal for you!” and he’s like ?!?!!?? for me??? and you’re like YES i want to say thank you for this date——,,,,,,,,,
  • and jimin and you both stop and stare as the word falls out of your mouth and you’re like oH m Y GO D I DIDNT MEAN TO SAY THAT OH ITS SO AWKWARD IM SOR-
  • but jimin, who can’t hide his blush anymore, is shaking his head frantically and he’s like no it’s not awkward,,,,,,,,,i totally like the idea of this being a d-d–d-d–d–da—daTE,,,,,
  • and you’re like REALLY and he’s like yes!!!!! i,,,,originally asked you out,,,,and,,,,and wanted to ask before we got here if we,,,w,,e could call this a d–d–date,,,,,,,,,,,,but i got too,,,,s,,,,,shy,,,,,,
  • and you’re like omg you’re so freaking adorable and jimin is like ??? im not you’re adorable
  • and you take the cotton candy for his hand and lean up to kiss his cheek and jimin makes a small sound of surprise and you’re like SEE!! you are adorable
  • and jimin is like,,,,,,,speechless,,,,but also,,,,his heart is doing jumps of happiness and you giggle and take his hand and you’re like is this ok?? and he’s like YES SUPER OK
  • and you pull him over to the game stands and you’re like OK park jimin,,,,,,,,,,which stuffed animal do you want? and jimin kind of bites his lip and is like “,,,,,d,,,do you see the kissing teddy bears,,,,let’s get that one?” and you look up at him and you’re like hehe they look like us and jimin is like OH MY 
  • taehyung somewhere:,,,,yo jungkook i can sense that jimin is on a date right now
  • jungkook: heheh no way~
  • taehyung:,,,,,,,nope he’s DEFINITELY on a date and probably doing something corny,,,,,,,
Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 


“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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How to be a nice guy, not a "nice guy"

Growing up shy with only brothers, I was never confident approaching women I was interested in, and I think I was in my mid-twenties before I was finally the one to make the first move. The upshot of this is it gave me the chance to form some fantastic friendships with women in school, and college.

I saw first hand the kinds of horrible attitudes men held towards my friends, and since becoming addicted to the many many online dating blogs on Tumblr I’ve seen this to the Nth degree. As someone who found it hard simply saying ‘hi’ to a woman I liked, this behaviour baffled me. If someone else had that confidence to walk up to (or now message) a woman, and start a conversation with her, why would he go out of his way to fuck it up?

1) Fedoras/Trillbys: First of all Trillbys ARE NOT fedoras. Second, this is what PUAs call “peacocking”, making yourself flashy somehow to stand out from the crowd.
A- This doesn’t work if you’re all fucking doing it, at least try and be original.
B- If your personality doesn’t stand out, then go work on that instead.

2) Negging: Another PUA tactic, though I suspect it’s as old as dating itself. This involves giving backhanded compliments, or small insults followed by compliments. The aim is supposedly to make the woman either extra grateful for the compliment after the insult, or desperate to prove you wrong.
A- What the actual living fuck? On a basic level it’s nonsensical. “There’s a woman I like…I know! I’ll insult her.” If that seems like a good thought process to you, then you’re a fucking idiot.
B- Tricking someone into talking to you/being interested in you is pathetic because again you’re just proving that you have a shitty personality that can’t stand it’s ground.
C- This kind of behaviour is a trait of psychologically and abusive relationships. To the defence “I’m a nice guy, I just wanted her to talk to me.”, women talk to people every single fucking day without the need for them to insult them first.

3) Rejection: Here’s a scenario.
Bro 1 - “Hey dude, you wanna go to the game today?”
Bro 2 - “Thanks for asking, but sorry dude, not interested in Basketball.
Bro 1 - "You fucking piece of shit! How dare you reject me?! I hope you get raped! I never even wanted to go to the game with you anyway! You’re fat lol.”
Manbabies can try and mansplain this away all they want, and they do; “If you’d just given me a chance I wouldn’t have acted that way, I’m actually a really nice guy.” “Sorry, I was drunk when I sent that.” “Sorry, my friend got my phone, lol.” However, if you’ve never or would never react this way to a man rejecting your request for something, drunk or not, then you are behaving this way simply because a WOMAN did it. Right there is your problem.
Bro - “Hey, do you wanna get dinner or drinks sometime?”
Mysterious Alien Creature (aka; woman) - “Hey thanks, but I’m not really interested.”
Bro - “Np, have a good one.”
A - You haven’t burned any bridges. Is she just out of a relationship? Is she dealing with stuff in her personal life? If that’s the case, when she’s not, you’re still a contender, instead of a piece of garbage.
B - You treated someone like a human fucking being.

4) The FRIENDZONE: All in Caps because that’s how some guys seem to view it. I guarantee you this phrase was coined by a guy who is the most horrible piece of shit on the planet. As I mentioned earlier, I had a much easier time making woman friends than meeting girlfriends. There was one who I had a huge crush on and nothing ever happened, and I know for a fact there was one who liked me and nothing ever happened. And guess what? We stayed friends.
A - If you enter a friendship with the sole aim on getting something out of it for you, then you’re a terrible friend.
B - If a male friend chose to go to a basketball game with someone who likes basketball instead of you, would you complain about the friendzone?
C - If a woman was your friend for years, and then you found out it was only because she wanted your kidney, how’d you feel? Betrayed, hurt, knowing that person never liked you as a friend?
Let’s rename the friendzone the neverwasafriendtobeginwithzone.

5) Girls only date Assholes: What? What?! What the fuckitty fuck fuck? I’ve dated horrible people, my friends have all dated horrible people. Women do not have a monopoly on bad choices.
A - EVERYBODY dates assholes at some point. If a friend is, try to help them see that instead of assuming they like it.
B - As a general rule, assholes date assholes. If you’re not an asshole, if you’re a self-proclaimed nice guy, then why would you wanna be with a woman who’s an asshole? Oh right, because you only care about her body.
C - I have friends whose boyfriends/husbands are nicer than I am and it pisses me off.

6) “Compliments”: I hope you noticed the inverted commas there. From catcalling, to pet names, to street & online harassment, again this is something that I can’t wrap my head around. You see a woman you like, you have two options.
i - Find a reason to initiate contact. Online, look in the profile for common interests. IRL, whatever she’s doing at that moment.
ii - Shout a generic compliment a 5year old could come up with.
Which one seems more likely to you? I once started a two-year relationship initially based on a mutual love of nothing more than a brand of chips.
A - Unsolicited compliments are…wait for it…UNSOLICITED. If no one asked you for it, don’t give it.
B - “Learn to take a compliment.” Next guy I hear say this in a bar I’m gonna send every male friend over one after the other to 'compliment’ him.
C - If you catcall, I’m gonna get six huge construction workers to come to your neighbourhood and shout 'compliments’ at you every time you walk down the street and see how you like it.

In conclusion…because this has gone on Waaaaay longer than I’d originally intended, let me leave you with a couple of rules of thumb.

1 - As difficult as it may be for some men to realise, women are not a part of some alien species. You don’t need to trick them, you don’t need to manipulate them. Respect breeds respect, talk to women as human fucking beings.
2 - There are over 6billion people on the planet. Attraction is a complicated phenomenon that the physical and social sciences are NOWHERE near explaining. Not every one of the 3 ½ or so billion women on the planet are going to be attracted to you. Accept it and move on.
3 - Nice guys don’t finish last, only “Nice guys” do.

This has been a public service announcement. Out.

After The Maze - Thomas (Part Two of ‘Before The Maze’) [Smut]

Authors: @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien

Character(s): Thomas/Reader, Minho, Newt, Teresa

Word Count: 4619

Notes: Y’all this sin was inspired by the Thomas fest yesterday, it was fabulous. We have fairly public sex & nudity, oral (both receiving), fingering and dirty talk.


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Summer Camp Part 2 // Shawn Mendes

Authors note: say hello to part 2!!! I’m actually so pumped to share this with you guys- ENJOY 

Also- CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE GIF I MEAN WHAT THE HECK


Recap:

“Just leave me alone Shawn.” I push my chair back and he moves out of the way to avoid getting hit.

“No can do Sweetheart.” He grins again and I clench my hands into fists.

“I’m not going to say this again. Leave. Me. Alone. I don’t like you, you don’t like me so just can we ignore each other for lets say, the rest of these two weeks? Agreed? Perfect.” I don’t give him a chance to respond before turning away, saying a quick ‘see you later’ to the girls before leaving the dinning hall.

What a great start to summer camp.


A week had passed since I had arrived at summer camp. A long, tiring, awkward week. When I told Shawn to ignore me I didn’t think that he would take it so literally. Everytime we passed each other during acitivites or the dining hall and of course, in our room- not a single word was uttered. We went about our business in silence. 

At first I was happy. I’d finally gotten a break from Shawn’s constant hassling. Then I started to miss our bickering and I found the silence in our room overbearing. The only thing standing in my way of talking to Shawn again was my pride. I was the one who told him to leave me alone, I didn’t want to be the first to give in. 

That was until I found him looking at a photo of my Dad. My Dad who had passed away when I was 7. The slightly blurry photo pinched between his forefinger and thumb was kept in my suitcase- inside the front pocket. The only reason he could have that was if he went through my bag.

When it came to my Dad, there was no time to think out my actions thoroughly. Seeing him sitting there, on my bed with the photo in his hand, I immediately jumped to conclusions.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I snap, striding over  to him and ripping the photo out of his hand. Shawn’s head snaps up in surprise. He stares, open mouthed, not saying a word.

“Well?” I spit, my annoyance clouding my mind. He continues to glance between the photo in my hand and my eyes. 

“Say something to me! Don’t just sit there staring at me.” I argue, my anger rising. He raises a single eyebrow at me.

“Not going to defend yourself, Hmm? This is a first.” I growl, grabbing the nearest thing to me- which happened to be a pillow- and chucking it at him which he successfully avoided. 

“Shawn!” My frustration boiling over and I find myself chucking more things in his direction. “Stop being an ass and fight back!” 

He manages to catch the book that I had thrown and he sends me a questioning glance, almost like he was saying seriously? A book? but it angers me further.

“Fight back.” I urge him angrily. Dropping the juice box I had picked up to throw, I instead walk towards him.

“You had so many things to say about me before, why won’t you fight back now?” I mutter, shoving his shoulder with my right hand. 

“You want to say something to me about my Dad? Huh Shawn?” I prompt, shoving his chest and he stumbles back a step before regaining his composure. 

“There’s not much more you can say about him that will hurt me. Him being dead for 10 years has given me more then enough time to hear them all.” I say bitterly. Tears prick my eyes and I look away from his intense gaze to stare at a picture frame on the wall of a small sailing boat. 

“Y/n,” Shawn says softly and I look at him, I mean really look at him. His brown hair had flopped onto his forehead, the curls hanging slightly in his eyes. Those dark eyes swirling with an emotion that I knew all too well. Pity.

“Stop with the sympathy Shawn.” I tell him, my displeasure shining through. “Don’t try to be nice, not now.”

“What do you want then Y/n?” He asks me, his voice raising. He had finally shown an emotion other then the neutral expression he had been wearing all week. “You say you hate me. Then you tell me to leave you alone. I do what you ask and let you be-” He runs a hand through his hair, the strands falling back out of his face. “But now you’re telling me to talk to you- to fight with you! What do you want?”

“I don’t know what I want!” I yell, the anger blazing in my stomach.

“Make up your mind! First you’re one thing then your another, I’m not going to keep running in circles to please you Y/n!” Shawn retorts, taking a step forward so that he his height became more prominent. I tilt my head back slightly to keep eye contact with him.

“Yes you will.” I say lowly and he raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Excuse you?” He snaps, edging closer.

“You’re going to want to keep pleasing me and talking to me because I know that you love to annoy me.”  I hold his gaze. “You hate not talking to me, and this whole week has been hell sharing a room with me yet not saying a single thing.”

“And what if you’re wrong?” He asks, his face inches away from mine, the distance so easy to close. “What if everything you just said is complete bullshit?”

“Is it?” I murmur and my gaze flicks to his pink lips, drawn in by how he softly bit his bottom lip. 

“No,” He whispers, his eyes are nearly black, the iris a thin sliver around his pupils. “It was fucking hell not talking to you Y/n. I never really took you seriously before when you said to leave you alone, but when we were at the dining hall that first day- you really seemed to mean it.”

He takes a step back and I feel my stomach drop.

“I just wanted to do something right with you for once?” The hard exterior that I had always seen Shawn in had fallen away. 

“Shawn,” I whisper, a guilty feeling filling my chest.

“You always seemed so mad at me, I wanted to do something that would make you happy with me.” He can’t meet my eyes.

“Before I thought the only way of you actually paying attention to me was to annoy you. It worked but then we couldn’t seem to stop fighting.” 

I shake my head, turning slightly away from him. I couldn’t believe this.

“Why didn’t you try being nice?” My mutter, admiring the carpet awkwardly.

“What?” I meet his eyes and the ever present rage has returned to his eyes.

“You decided to get my attention by making me hate you? What are we Shawn? 5 year old’s?” I glare back.

“It was stupid okay, you don’t need to rub salt into the wound.” Shawn says frowning, leaning back on the balls of his feet. 

“You spent 3 years insulting me and messing around when really-” I grin at him cheekily, “If you had just told me how you really felt-”

“And how do I feel Y/n as you seem to know everything,” Shawn growls, stalking towards me. 

“You’re in love with me.” I raise an eyebrow, watching his face turn in shock for a split second before changing into a smirk. 

“I think this sudden confidence boost has gone to your head Y/n.” Shawn chuckles. “Besides, I think it’s really you whose in love with me.” 

“First of all- Shut up Shawn,” I chew on my bottom lip, trying my best to ignore the flutter in my stomach when Shawn said those words. “And secondly, you couldn’t work out how to express your feelings for me for three years so I highly doubt you’re able to work out how I feel.”

“I could express my feelings just fine, thanks.” he says and I can’t help but laugh.

“And spending every moment teasing me and being an annoying shit-” 

I’m cut off by Shawn taking 3 steps towards me, his hands grabbing my waist to pull me into his grip, his lips landing on my own.

Immediately my hands find their way to his neck, one of them running through his soft hair, my nails slightly scratching his scalp which causes him to groan softly. 

“You really know how to charm a girl,” I say against his mouth, a smile creeping onto my face. He pulls his head back, rolling his eyes. He meets my gaze, holding it for second.

“I really should have done this sooner, huh?”

I nod, pulling him closer to me so that every inch of my body was pressed against his. “If only you had your priorities correct rather then being obsessed with creating sexual tens-” 

“Just shut up and kiss me Y/n,” 

Summer Camp wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

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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.

Brat: 02

Originally posted by iloveyoo-ngi

Brat: 01 02 03
Ship: Sana | Yoongi | Reader
Description: You’re the domme, he’s the brat. But things won’t stay as simple as that.
Warnings: Sub!Yoongi, Fingering, Humiliation, Sex Toy, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Ass Play, Punishment, Grinding?
Word Count: 2,247
A/N: Still dedicated to @jeonjagiya AKA the evilest person I know.

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Love Triumphs

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1750 Words

Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Author’s Note:  This was an anonymous request that someone requested from @imjusthereforsupernatural . I was going to write an imagine for it, but it’s taken a little longer turn. A couple more chapters to come!

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

It had only taken three weeks. That was all it had taken for your heart to be taken by the tall, older yet decidedly goofy man that you happened to be working with. When your agent had called with the great news that you would be working on Supernatural, you had immediately become nervous, knowing you were not only taking on a new job, but also a new lifestyle. If the Supernatural fans liked you, and your character, you would have a family forever.

Things had started out great. The crew and cast had welcomed you with open arms. Your character had a recurring role, at least four or five episodes, hopefully more. An Angel that was friends with Castiel, helping out on a hard hunt. The main actors had been distant but kind, giving you the chance to get used to a friendly and welcoming set, so much different than the ones you had been on before. You had heard of Jared and Jensen before, how they were professional but goofy, and they certainly lived up to it. Often times you found yourself standing off to the side, laughing at their antics as they tried to make Misha or Mark mess up their lines.

It was about a week in when Jared caught up to you as you were walking back to your small, little trailer, surprising you. “Hey, Y/N!” He said breathlessly as he matched his long legged strides to your much smaller ones.

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STUDY TIPS FROM a lazy wannabe good student

I recently finished my finals (thank god) and I got a couple of tips for you guys if you want to shut yourself up somewhere and study for 6 hours (I did that; it wasn’t easy, but I did that.)

  1. Study buddy. - Grab your bae, your significant other, your bff, your acquaintance that you can stand, and study together. Bring snacks, tutor each other without being a nuisance, take walks together every hour or so to stretch your legs. Believe me, sometimes having the person in front of you studying like mad is a great motivation. Also, having someone wake you up from your “10 minutes, no, 11 minutes, wait actually 15 minutes” nap is a good thing, especially if your in a library and alarm clocks won’t do it. 
  2. Lots of pens. - If you’re like me, and you like to hand write all your notes, (24 pages of biology notes all handwritten your girl did that) you’re more than likely to run out of ink before you’re done. I just buy a 10 pack of muji gel inks and they usually last me throughout the exam season. Also, think. Do you really need that 20 pack of staedtler triplus fineliners when you got a maths exam the next monday? do you? look me in the eyes, do you? fine if you do. just ask yourself that. if you really do, then fine. but really?
  3. Hand sanitizer. - After three hours of studying, you ask your friends, “Hey, can you pass me those chips?” and before long, your fingers are covered in processed fried potato crumbs, and they smell like garlic and dijon mustard (i.e. the scent of heaven) and you pick up your pen. Great. Now everything smells like garlic and dijon mustard, and everything is sticky and oily and gross. Hand sanitizers to the rescue. My current fave is the walk in the woods by bath and body works (its been discontinued but they sell it at a beauty store here that has a massive collection of old scents.) literally crying why do they always discontinue great things
  4. Hygiene and beauty products. - Now I’m pretty sure this is just a spoiled brat thing but honestly my skin dries out like crazy in air con rooms and I always need tissue for some reason to wipe sweat from my palms or oh i don’t know blow my nose because the air con here is forever 18 bloody degrees and if you crank it up by one degree someone will complain and just :))))) no. Also can I just say that the Kiehl’s ultra facial cream is literally a life saver my skin peels off (I’m not joking i can peel off a layer of my skin) in air con rooms if i don’t use a good moisturiser and this WORKS. 
  5. A JACKET. - Again. Air con rooms, libraries, whatever. I get cold a lot. 
  6. Loose leaf paper - I don’t know but for me I need a lot of loose leaf paper even though I have notebooks for notes for each subject. Sometimes I use it to take notes when I don’t feel like using an entire notebook for one subject (Like i finished my biology notebook and I didn’t want to waste an entire new one for finals i just used paper but in the end i ended up using 24 sheets so… theres that.) or I use it as a handy formula sheet for maths or physics or use it to explain questions to friends or when I ask them to explain stuff to me, or when I want to do maths questions that are messy and I can’t be bothered to make them look nice because I have an entire chapter left to do and the exam is in eight hours. :(((((( basically.
  7. Dress for success - Seriously. Sometimes wearing something nice really helps you perk up. It might give you a much needed confidence boost, or  make you sit straighter. When I’m at home, I just wear a bra or atleast change out of the t-shirt and sweatpants I’ve been wearing for three days crying infront of Grey’s Anatomy. When I go out, I like to wear something comfortable but still nice. I realise that jewelry actually really make me perk up a lot and I feel so much more awake and energized when doing my work. 
  8. FOOD. - I really like bringing food to study sessions! I love sharing food with my friends, and sometimes we go to the store before going to the library/wherever to study to pick up some chips and cookies. Try to get get healthier ones or make your own. I find that eating snacks that are too oily make me a little too satisfied and I don’t really feel like working. Eating something cold, like grapes or juices really help me concentrate. I love a nice protein shake too, and I usually blend two table spoons of all plant protein powder, two oranges and one apple together for a nice protein shake, which is also great for a meal substitute if you’ve had a really heavy lunch and want something light for dinner. 
  9. Pre-download slides/notes - Usually, I bring my iPad/laptop to somewhere to study, and I don’t enable wifi unless I absolutely need to. That means I won’t get distracted on tumblr/buzzfeed/youtube and I still have my notes with me. I just use my phone to google things i really don’t know and so far its worked for me. 

SO YES. good luck ily this is great 10/10 would recommend :)

I like that (FP Jones-Riverdale)

Summary: Y/N’s Jughead’s friend who works at Pop’s where  FP Jones saves her from a creepy fratboy.


It was a lovely day in a small town called Riverdale. This town was used to be one of the most boring and calm towns in all the universe. But not long ago an unexpected accident happened that caused the whole town to became suspicious of absolutely everyone they knew.


“Y/N! Wait up!’‘  A black haired boy with a grey crown like hat yelled as the girl with a floral dun dress made her way out of the Riverdale high school.

’'Juggy, hey, what’s up?” Y/N turned around to come face to face with her friend.

“Going to Pops?”

“Yeah. My shift starts in about 30 min.” She smiled.

“You’re probably the only person who is excited about going to work.” Jughead  said with his face seeming like he’s totally done with everything.

“I’m not excited about work, silly.” She smiled, elbowing him playfully. “I’m excited about people.  Do you have any idea how many different people I meet everyday, how many people i talk to, how many stories i hear everyday.” She explained looking up at the sky.

“You’re something else.”

“Huh?”

“You’re so positive, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you mad or sad..”

“Oh c'mon that’s not true, I do get mad.”

“Lecturing a  drunk on what feminism is after he told you he used to date an 'ugly feminazi bitch’ doesn’t count.”

“It very much does.” She fake glared at him before adding, “Besides we have you and your angst, we don’t need mine as well.”

“Sure, but i can’t help it, ism w-”

“You’re weird, you’re not like us, you’re not the perfect next door kid. I know.” She cut him off before bursting in to laughter when she saw his annoyed expression.  “I’m sorry buddy, you know i love you.” She added hooking her arm trough his as they continued walking.

“I know, but it would feel a lot more special if you wouldn’t act like you’re in love with absolutely every creature on this planet.” He said sarcastically before smiling down at her. “But yeah i love you too.”

“That’s totally not true, i don’t want snakes anywhere near me.”


“Here you go, one black coffee and a chocolate muffin.” Y/N said with a smile on her face as she gave a man in his late 20’s, his  order. “If i can get you anything else let me know.”

“Actually there is something else.” The man said clearly checking her out.

“Sure, what can i do for you?” She said, with a smile still on her face, trying to ignore the fact that she felt like a prey, being surrounded by a lion.

“You can let me do you.”

“Excuse me?” She tried to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, hoping he meant something else.

“I’m just kidding.” He said causing Y/N let out a sigh of relief. “But you can give me your number.”

“Sorry i  actually like to separate work and pleasure.” She tried to reject him in a nice way.

“But how can you say no to all the pleasure i would be able to give you?”

“Also, I’m saving myself for Jesus, sorry.” This was probably Y/N’s favorite lie to use, and being an atheist she thought it was just so funny how many times this line has worked and made the guys stop annoying her.

“Don’t worry you’ll be screaming 'Jesus’ all night.”

“Ha-ha” She faked a dry laugh before turning around and started cleaning the tables next to his desk.

“C'mon cutie pie don’t be that up tigh-” The guy was cut off by a deep voice coming from behind Y/N.

“She is not interested! Say one more word and i will rip your head off your shoulders.” The mysterious dark figure behind the girl said, making the guy shut up and look down at his phone in shame.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispered as she released that the man in his late 40’s that saved her from the creepy frat boy, seemed very familiar.

“Anytime.” He said shortly before taking a seat on one of the bar stools.

“Can i get you anything, on the house.” She said with a  smile on her face as she  made her way behind the bar again.

“Sure, a beer.”

“Coming right up.” She smiled before getting the beer and giving it to him. “Here you go. And thank you again, Mr. …”

“Jones.” He said looking up at her with those warm brown eyes. “But everyone calls me FP.”

“Nice to meet you, FP. I’m Y/N.” She said offering him her hand which he took and shook. His hands were big, his skin rough bellow her small and soft ones. “Jones? Any relation to Jughead?”

“Yeah that’s my kid, you know him?”

“He’s one of my best friends.” The girl smiled. “He’s a strange but good kid.”

That made the older man laugh, it was a nice sound. He had black hair with some grey hairs here and there, making him even more handsome, and his eyes, oh his eyes were do warm and inviting, even tho his whole persona was  very dark and uninviting.

“Strange is an understatement.” He agreed making the girl laugh.

“Very true.” She nodded, pouring herself beer as well. It was getting late and the pop’s was basically empty except the frat boy from before who was just making his way out.

“Wait, how do you know him, you have to be at least in your early, maybe mid 20’s” He said taking another drink of his bear.

“I’m 19, I’m a senior at your sons school” The girl told him as she took a sip of her beer.

“You look older.” He observed and raised an eyebrow at her beer.

“Well i guess it’s the experience that matures you, not your age.” She said nodding in the direction of where the frat boy used to sit. “And this,” She continued, lifting her beer, “I’m European, I’m basically already an adult in every way.” She said winking at him.

“If you say so.” He let out a laugh again. “Europe, i knew your accent can’t be American?”

“Yep my mum and i moved here when i was 16 after she divorced my dad, he was kind of an asshole, also probably the reason i have daddy issues.” She said.

“Daddy issues, huh?” He said raising an eyebrow as he shifted closer to the girl.

“You should beware, you’re right at the daddy age.” She winked before letting out a laugh.

“Well then.” He sent a smirk her way, making a soft blush creep on her cheeks.


It was nice, besides the fact that there was a huge age gap between then they got along, they both had the same seance of humor and were able to talk about nothing and everything, as cliche as it sounded.


“Y/N, sorry I’m late, I’ll own you one.” Hermione said stumbling trough the door.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I didn’t even realize what’s the time.” Y/N said straightening up and looking at the clock, it was just a bit over 4am, she was supposed to end her shift at 3am but she ended up sitting next to FP on one of the bar stools and talking since there were almost no other costumers at night.

“Give me a sec I’ll just put away my stuff and take over.” Hermione said walking in to the closet area behind the bar.

“Sure.” The younger girl said as she stood up from the stool.

“How are you going home?” FP asked garbing his jacket from the stood on the other side of him.

“I’m walking home, pretty much just to shower since i clearly don’t have time to sleep before i have to get to school”

“I’ll drive you.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s the least i can do.” He said, genuinely feeling happy without being  drunk

“Alright, I’ll just grab my things.”


“Thank you again, Y/N” Hermione hugged her before she made her way out of the restaurant where FP was already waiting on her.

“Ready to go?” He asked offering her his elbow trough which she hooked her hand as they walked towards his truck.

“Thank you again, for standing up for me.” She said as they made it to his car, where he opened the door for her. 

“It was my pleasure.”  He said before closing the door behind her and Walking over to his side, and starting the car. 

“You should come by more often.” She smiled as he started the car. 

“Now that i know a girl like you works there, i most defenetly  will.” He said, sending her a quick smirk before looking back on the road. 

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Jones?” She asked scooting herself closer to him and laying her head on his shoulder. 

“Have been for the last couple of hours. Thank you for noticing.” He said with a chuckle and in that moment she knew exactly where Jughead got his sarcasm and snaky commentary from. 

“Oh I’ve noticed.” She said before being interrupted by her own yawn. She gently wrapped her arms around his arm, which he was now resting on her thigh as they drove. 


“We’re here.” FP said as he Parked his car at the address the girl told him was her home. 

“Mhm” was all she said before cuddling in to him even more. She was already half asleep. 

“Come here.” The man let out a chuckle before picking the girl up in his arms and caring her out of the car bridal style. 

“Wat arr you doin’?” She said Partially Waking up. 

“Getting you home safely.” He said just as they reached the top step if her porch where he gently set her back in her knees. “Will you be able to make it the rest of the way?” He said a smile on his face.

“Mhm, I’m a big girl, remember?” She said searching for her Keys in her purse. “Got 'em” she smiled pointing the Keys in the air. 

“Good job baby girl.” He said clearly amused by her sleepy attempt to get in to her own home, the fact that she drank a couple of beers probably didn’t help. 

“I like that.” She smiled up at him, enchanted by the new nickname. 

FP raised an eyebrow at the girl as she stumbled closer to him. 

“Thanks.” She said before stepping on her tips toes and pressed sing a soft but quick kiss on his lips. 

FP didn’t have time to react as she already turned around and walked trough her door. 

“I like that.” He said to himself before Walking back to his car with a proud smirk playing on his lips. 





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Things I've learned about INTJ’s that go against their stereotype

As someone who has 3 close INTJ relationships in their life, I thought I would talk about the characteristics of them that go against their stereotype/what they wouldn’t tell you about.

They are surprisingly gentle. Now grant it, they are probably only so towards selected humans/people they somewhat care about/like, but still. I guarantee at least 90% of MBTI nerds such as myself don’t associate the word “gentle” with INTJ’s. Like everything about the male INTJ is gentle. The way he touches things/me, his body language (if not surrounded by people), his tone of voice and sometimes even the things he says. The two females also have the physical gentleness about them. When they’re not running into things, they can look quite graceful/put together.

They can be extremely considerate. Really though, for a type that prefers thinking over feeling and has Te in the auxiliary position in their stacking, they really do think about the people they care about’s well being more than most know. Though anybody close to an at least decently healthy INTJ has probably seen this. Part of their goal in establishing any sort of human relationship is to make sure that persons physical and emotional needs are met, but in a more different way than SJ’s do. Every time I mention I’m sick to any of the three I am close with, they immediately ask me what my symptoms are and diagnosing me on the spot and looking up any way they can make me feel better. If I am emotionally distraught, they want to know why right away so they can try to help any problems I have or cure any bad emotion I feel (they may not always be the best with the emotional stuff, but it’s their effort that really counts and cheers me up even if their actual words didn’t do the trick). They will purposefully change the way they’ll say something to be more nice/less intimidating because they know it might upset me if they say it in their natural INTJ blunt way. Of course, they don’t compromise what the original intent of their statement was, they just find a new way of saying it. Basically, they will do things for you they would never do in a normal setting if they care for you and your attention. I could add even more to this but it is getting quite long soooo moving on.

They can be some of the most loyal people in your life. This trait is more widely known I think but I figured I would still include it. I’m somewhat ashamed to admit it but I can be insecure in some of my friendships, always wondering if they truly enjoy being around me or if they’ll just randomly stop talking to me. However, any time any sort of doubt has crept into my INTJ friendships, it usually disappears as fast as it appeared. I know they would not waste their time with me if they did not enjoy my company and I know without a shadow of a doubt that they wouldn’t abandon me (unless I did something unspeakably awful). The loyalty they have is like a cool, calm wave over me and my anxiety that I have with all relationships in my life. My INTJ’s are always there for me in some way.

They are surprisingly….affectionate. There is this whole idea that INTJ’s despise physical contact. Well if it’s from someone they do not trust/like, then yes. They probably don’t like it. All three have told me they don’t do hugs. And actually, in public most won’t even hug me (they’ll tolerate it if I hug them though). However, in a more private setting, they are actually very touchy (maybe it’s the Se?). The one I have a more romantic relationship with is super cuddly. And I think for all three, physical touch is high on their list of love languages. They’re not cuddly in the F way, but they’ll just randomly be assertive and initiate some sort of physical touching whether it just be leaning on my shoulder or full on cuddling. But don’t talk about it with them. All three dislike talking about affection and emotions in general (but they will if they haveeee to, it’s actually quite cute I think). I will say I think they are less physically affectionate with family. First and foremost they are the most affectionate with lovers and second with friends. All three aren’t too “huggy” with their parents/siblings.

They’re super open minded generally. They will try most things once, however, they are usually skeptical. Most people see them being close minded, but on the contrary actually. This is more of a trait found in healthy/developed INTJ’s so don’t expect to see this in your 12 year old INTJ brother. Actually, most of the things on this list are found in more developed INTJ’s. Anyways, the ones I know will always be down to try something new if I can give them a logical reasoning for wanting to do it. And sometimes, they’ll just do it because they know it’ll make me happy. Some coaxing needs to be done sometimes, but since they want to be knowledgeable about all experiences, they’ll usually want to do/try whatever it is. They do put their foot down on some things though. This paragraph should have been prefaced with saying you can not make an INTJ do anything it does not want to do. <–important. They will leave you stone cold and alone if you try to force them into anything they say no to.

*I might make a part two to this because I have a few other ideas I can’t quite put into words at the moment. All of these are observations I’ve made and may be completely false to other INTJ’s, but I can only speak off of my experiences with them. I really hope this post is accurate and people like it but if not, I’m sorry in advance lol. This is all from the perspective of a 4w5 ENFP who has almost daily interactions with INTJ’s*

I want to explain something and I’ll try to make it as short as possible 

Some people say that I am fake and my positivity is forced and I know I just answered and ask about it but I do get several of those I just don’t always answer them. In someways I guess you could say I am “fake" 

The reason I am constantly positive and trying to be happy is because off the computer I have a lot of emotional issues such as anxiety, depression, abandonment and trust issues and so on. 

Growing up all through grade school, junior high, and even now I have been bullied. I’m about to graduate from high school and to this day I still get bullied every day. 

No I’m not saying this so people will take pity on me because I hate being pitied. 

The reason I use this blog is to post funny things about BTS yes but it’s something that I use for positivity because I have a hard time actually finding that in my every day life. Also I know what it’s like to feel like crap and be down a negative. And it flat out sucks. And I never want people to feel that way so if I can somehow be positive or make people even the slightest bit happier with my post then I will try my hardest to do that. 

I don’t mean for my post to sound forced with positivity. 

For me negativity is something I struggle with and I need to work on being more positive so I use this as a way to do that. I just don’t want someone to think that everything I say is fake and made up and that I don’t actually mean it. 

When I say you guys can come talk to me if you’re feeling down I mean it because it’s nice to know that someone is there for you to talk to. 

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Smirk - Luke Hemmings Smut

Pairing: Luke and Y/N

Word Count: 3.8k+

Rating: Smut-o-rama

Requested: Not in so many words

Looked at my poster of The Breakfast club and this little idea came into my mind.

I hated Luke Hemmings. I absolutely hated everything about him. I hated his cocky, arrogant demeanor, how he goofed off in class constantly, and that he always seemed to make me the object of his jokes. It wasn’t bullying exactly, seeing as I could more than stand up for myself, and often did, telling him to fuck off and shove a dildo up his ass, but his constant tirades of jokes and pranks got tiresome. But most of all, I hated how undeniably attracted I was to him.

It made absolutely no sense, for me to allow myself to develop feelings for this arrogant, cocky bastard, but it happened nonetheless. I couldn’t tell if he knew it or not, but he kept up his attitude all the same. I ignored him most of the time, trying to tell myself I was being irrational and that no contact was the best kind, but I could never let a chance get away for me to embarrass him the way he so tried to embarrass me.

Such an opportunity arrived one day when I was putting my books in my locker, getting ready to head off to my art class, a class I often found solace in. I could tell he was walking down the hall by the obnoxious amount of noise he was creating, but I wasn’t exactly expecting him to lean up against the metal lockers to talk to me.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, sounding oddly nice. I just glanced up at him shrewdly, knowing that this could easily be something else he was trying to get a laugh out of his asshole friends. He smirked down at me, taking my lack of speech as a continuation to continue. “I think you should help me out in that Calc class,” he said, looking at his nails like it was no big deal. I let out a laugh and looked up at him.

“And why, pray tell, would I ever consider doing something like that?” I asked sarcastically. I thought he was actually doing fairly well it that class, honestly. It was just another thing that pissed me off about him, how he had so much natural talent but he wasted it away goofing off in class.

“Well, honestly, I’m having a bit of trouble focusing in that class,” he told me while eyeing me up and down, the same smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, trying to ignore the way his obvious once over made my stomach tingle.

“Sounds like a problem with the student, not the subject matter then,” I told him, swiftly shutting my locker and heading down the hallway. Luke, however, caught up with me and I sighed in defeat, knowing he would pester me the entire way there. Luke and I had an obnoxious amount of classes together, making my time all the more difficult.

“C’mon, Y/N, don’t make me sound desperate,” he whined at my side, as if whining would do any good. I scoffed at him again.

“Desperate for what? You obviously don’t need my help, I don’t know why we’re even having this conversation,” I told him, entering the classroom and going over to an empty seat. He sat in the one directly adjacent to mine and began setting his materials up there.

“Come on, Y/N, I already had to make up some lame excuse to try and spend some time with you, don’t make me sound even more desperate by making me say it out loud,” he continued to whine, something I would’ve been obnoxiously annoyed at had his words not triggered my attention slightly.

“You want to spend time with me?” I asked, genuine concern in my tone. I didn’t understand why Luke would want to possibly spend any more time with me than he had to. He just rolled his eyes and nodded, which prompted my question of, “Why?” He smirked at me again.

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re kind of hot,” he blurted out. While I felt my cheeks get red, Luke’s face remained impassive, that signature smirk still gracing his features. I managed to give a strangled sort of laugh as I began brushing my paintbrush across the canvas we were working on.

“I’ll see you in hell first, Hemmings,” I retorted, ignoring his gaze and focusing on my work. I heard him give an exasperated sigh as he waved his wet paintbrush around in his hands as he talked.

“Look, Y/N, all I’m trying to say-” but whatever Luke was trying to say was drowned out by my audible gasp as a huge blob of orange flew from his brush and landed directly on the sleeve of my white jumper. I looked down at the ugly blemish, mouth agape in fury. I knew it was an honest mistake, but everything about this moment was pissing the hell out of me. I looked up, fury in my eyes to meet his wide eyes, pleading with me to not overreact. I didn’t care. I dipped my brush in the royal blue paint I was using and flicked it with my hand, splattering blue all over his stupid white band tee.

Luke looked down at the spots on his shirt, his mouth twisted in anger as he looked back at me. He quickly put his brush in the purple paint and drew a thick line down the side of my face. I could feel the paint drying on my skin, only making me more angry. Just as I was about to shove my palette on his lap, I heard an angry voice behind us.

“Hemmings, Y/L/N, what do you think you’re doing?” our art teacher screeched at us as she swooped down upon us. I gulped, knowing trouble was just around the corner. She’d made a huge deal on the first day about us not wasting paint and keeping our stations orderly and clean. I looked up at her with guilty eyes, to see her already shaking her head at us.

“Guys, this means Saturday,” she said simply, going over to her desk and beginning to write on a slip of paper. I opened my mouth in horror, knowing she was referring to the annoying Saturday detentions.

“No, please, you have to understand,” but I was cut off by her sharp shake of her head.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but you know how I feel about this. You and Hemmings better be here bright and early tomorrow morning, ready to serve out this detention,” she said, handing me the little pink slip with my name written upon it.

And that’s how I ended up standing outside the school on a Saturday morning at nine in the morning, waiting to spend  some of my valuable time doing absolutely nothing. With douchebag Luke. And probably no one else. I groaned as I began walking up the stairs and into the school, going to the designated room for detention.

When I entered the room, I saw that it was empty except for the desks with closed bottoms and Luke, lazily sitting at one with his feet up on the table. I shot him a disgusted look, sitting at a table far away from him and attempting to stretch my legs out. Much to my dismay, the front part of the desk was prohibiting me from still my legs all the way out, blocking my entire bottom half. I hated desks like this, they made me feel trapped. I put my book bag down in the adjacent chair and pulled out a notebook, preparing to at least get some work done.

Before I could do much work, I heard my book bag plop down on the floor beside me and I saw Luke take the seat beside me, smirking down at me. I looked up at him disdainfully.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, trying to sound funny and ironic, but just coming off as an even bigger douchebag. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Not really, considering you’re the one who got me in this mess,” I retorted, going back to working on my homework. I was already annoyed by his presence, but I oddly didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t understand my own damn feelings.

“C’mon, you’re not really that mad at me, are you?” he asked, trying to inject pleading into his tone, but I just rolled my eyes at him.

“Not only did you ruin my white blouse, but you also managed to land me in detention, I’d say I’m pretty pissed, yeah,” I said, putting my pencil down and abandoning any effort that was happening there. He just smirked at me.

“At least this way you get to spend a little time with me,” he told me, placing a hand on my arm and squeezing it gently. I didn’t like how my stomach reacted when he touched me, filling with nerves and clenching at the lightest touch. I tried to keep a steady face.

“And why in God’s name would I want to spend any time with you?” I spat at him. I didn’t expect him to get hurt or upset, but I certainly wasn’t expecting him to laugh and continue to smirk down at me.

“Oh please, we all know you have such an undying attraction to me, Y/N,” he whispered in my ear, making me hold back a shiver. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so I just glared up into his face, but he continued. “Rightly so too, because you have absolutely no idea how incredibly sexy I find you, Y/N,” he told me, running a hand along my thigh, letting his fingers graze underneath my skirt. This time the shiver I let out was wholly involuntary.

“You can only imagine what I would do to that irresistible little body of yours,” he breathed in my ear, letting his lips ever so lightly graze against my jaw before going back up to continue talking. “I bet I could even make you cum right here, in those pretty little panties I know your wearing, just with my fingers. Hell, I’d probably have to use my mouth, I bet you taste so good,” he moaned in my ear.

My mouth had gone agape long ago and I could feel it going dry, just at the thought of what he could do to me. I didn’t want to give into him too easily, but I didn’t know what to say. I opened and closed my mouth foolishly, but was spared of giving a response by General Meyers, our assistant principal entering the room. He wasn’t really a general, but his no nonsense attitude and strict guidelines had earned him that name long ago.

“Hemmings, separate table,” he barked the moment he saw Luke sitting at my table. Luke withdrew his hand from my thigh, leaving me feeling a little cold at the lack of his touch, and raised his hands in surrender, walking over to another table. General Meyers glared at us.

“I’ll be in to check on you two periodically, no funny business, you hear me?” he all but shouted, and I nodded my head sheepishly, seeing Luke do the same only a smirk was still ever present on his face. General Meyers narrowed his eyes at us before exiting the room. I released a shaky breath as he did, attempting to calm down from what Luke was earlier saying to me.

“My offer still stands,” I heard Luke say as he sauntered over to my table again, sitting in his previous seat and placing his hand on my thigh again, stroking it up and down as if there had been no interruption. “I’d love to get you home, but we can still have some fun here.”

“Luke, you heard what General Meyers said, he’ll be in to check on us,” I hissed at him, hoping our conversation wouldn’t carry to wherever he was. Luke, however, just laughed again, leaning down to place open mouthed kisses along my neck.

“Angel, detention is already halfway over, the only time he’ll be coming back is to tell us we can leave,” he said in between kisses. “Let me have a little fun with you, Kitten,” he said, and I allowed my eyes to involuntarily close at his use of a pet name. I didn’t want to give into him, I really didn’t, but I couldn’t deny myself the fact that I could feel wetness pooling between my legs and my stomach clenching with want.

 I pulled my head away from his mouth sharply, peering into his face which was so close to mine. He looked back at me with hooded eyes and that God forsaken smirk. Without thinking too much more about what I was doing, I impulsively brought my face back to his, finally connecting our mouths in a heated kiss.

I could feel Luke’s surprise, knowing that he hadn’t expected me to react so quickly, but kissing me back with ease all the same. I could feel him fucking smirk into my mouth as he continued kissing me, pulling my face closer to his. When I attempted to deepen the kiss, he pulled his mouth away from mine, much to my dismay, but instead went back to its placement at my neck. I closed my eyes and allowed my hands to thread themselves in his blonde locks as he continued to lick, bite, and suck his way across the expanse of my neck.

“Plenty of time for the preamble later, princess, right now I’d really like to see what exactly I can do to you,” he murmured into my skin, and I hummed in response. I felt his hand rubbing slow circles on my inner thigh, slowly working his way up higher into my body. I thanked God I wore a skirt today, making it easier for Luke to slide his hand up toward my aching heat.

I gave a little shudder when he finally reached the warmth of my core. He smiled against the skin of my neck, resting his head on my shoulder and rubbing me slowly over my panties. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized how embarrassingly damp my underwear already was, which of course didn’t go past Luke’s notice as he gave a small little moan.

“Angel, you’ve already soaked yourself through and I’ve barely even touched you,” he said as he moved his head down further, still rubbing me tortuously through my underwear. He kept kissing me down my clothed body until he had to move from his seat in the chair to the floor, positioned in between my knees. I saw him smirk up at me before pushing my skirt up to my waist, allowing him to have much better access to my bottom half.

Luke seemed content on torturing me as he moved his hands from my heat, making me whimper at the loss of contact. He slowly pushed my knees further apart, pulling me closer to him by the bottom of my calves, making my chair scoot forward. He leaned his head in, slowly kissing the side of my knee, moving his head oh so slowly inward, leaving a trail of kisses along my thigh. When he reached my core, he barely allowed his lips to ghost over my clothed heat, before continuing onto the other thigh. I groaned in annoyance and I could hear him laughing below me.

“Patience, Kitten, patience,” he spoke slowly into my skin, never breaking in his trail of kisses. When he reached the opposite knee, he placed one final kiss to the side of my knee before letting his hands slowly drag upwards toward my panties. Hooking his fingers around the edges, he slowly began scooting them down my legs, making me lift up on the chair, allowing him to fully remove my underwear. He looked at the pink Victoria’s Secret item in his hand, studying it, before putting it in his back pocket. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“For safe keeping,” he told me, keeping eye contact and maintaining that annoyingly endearing smirk. He allowed his eyes to travel down my body to my now bare core, and I heard him let out an audible moan.

“Babe,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on my dripping pussy, “I do believe you look good enough to eat,” he whispered, slowly dragging his fingers up to my folds and easily sliding them around, spreading my wetness. I let out a whimper at the contact, and Luke tore his eyes away from my core long enough to smirk up at me.

“Feel good, angel?” he asked, and when I nodded my head desperately, he grinned up at me, pulling me slightly closer and settling more comfortably between my legs. “Babe, you are in for it,” he told me, but I wasn’t sure if he was talking more to me or himself.

He continued running his fingers slowly up and down my folds, stopping every so often at my clit to give it a sharp little rub, making me whimper and thrust my hips upwards for more friction. He brought up his other hand, spreading me out before him and I could feel his hot breath hitting my core. I felt him lean his head in and give a hearty sniff, moaning as he did so. He then nudged his face along my folds, allowing his lip ring to nudge my clit, making me gasp at the cold feeling on my hot bud. Before I could get too impatient, I felt him bring his head closer, barely kissing my clit. I let out a rush of breath, instantly wanting more, but Luke was determined to drag this out.

Luke slowly dragged the tip of his tongue up from my entrance to my clit, allowing his fingers to softly wander around my my folds as well. I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent myself from crying out when Luke began flicking my clit lightly with his tongue, circling my entrance with one finger. He moaned into my pussy at the taste and closed his lips around my sensitive clit, continuing to flick his tongue around it, and slowly pushed one finger into my entrance.

By now, I had my head laid down on the table while Luke was completely concealed beneath it, diligently working against my shaking bottom half. I had my legs thrown over his shoulders, pulling him closer to my core by wrapping my legs around him. I was breathing heavily as he began pumping one finger in and out of me, curling it up every so often, making me whimper. His mouth was still latched onto my clit, but he was now switching back and forth between long pulls with his mouth and soft little flicks of his tongue.

Through my haze of pleasure, I heard noises from the adjacent room and my head shot up while Luke remained in his position between my legs. I listened as closely as I could and vaguely heard footsteps making their way to the door. I tried to scoot my chair back, but Luke remained in his place between my legs.

“Luke!"I hissed down at him and he stilled his movements, if only slightly. "Someone’s coming,” I told him breathlessly, expecting him to come up from underneath the table, but instead he just pulled my chair closer, keeping his mouth on me and concealing himself beneath the table.

Moments later General Meyers entered the room, and I did my best to look as normal as I could while still feeling Luke slowly trace his tongue up and down my core. Despite the fact that I attempted to kick him to stop his movements, he continued his ministrations, and I could even feel him smirking into my core. General Meyers took one look around the room, taking note of the fact that Luke wasn’t visible and settled his glare on me.

“Where’s Hemmings?” he barked, and I cleared my throat, trying to focus on his voice instead of Luke’s tongue, which was slowly dragging down toward my entrance, as he slowly pushed it in.

“He, uh…bathroom?” I managed to squeak out, and he narrowed his eyes at me, heaving a sigh. I tried not to moan out as Luke began darting his tongue in and out of me, curling it upward like he did his finger and sucking on as much as he could get in his mouth.

“Figures,” I vaguely heard General Meyers say above me as he fixated me with his gaze. I tried to look as normal as possible while Luke was slowly bringing me closer to edge. “Well, you can leave then in about five minutes,” he told me, and I nodded at him as best I could. He turned on his heel and began exiting the room. When the door finally closed completely, I let out a soft moan, reaching my hands down into Luke’s hair, and forcing him closer to me.

“Finish me off before I have to leave,” I whined desperately down at him, and I felt him hum in response into my heat, only making me moan out more as the vibrations traveled through me. 

Luke got down to work much more quickly now, moving his mouth back up to my clit and sucking harshly, not even worrying about the slurping noises which were now coming from him. He brought his hand back up to my pussy, thrusting two fingers in suddenly and curling them upwards, making me moan out loudly and bite at my lip.

“Come one, baby, give me a proper taste of you,” he growled into me, making me moan again, louder this time. I could feel myself coming closer and closer to edge as he began sucking on my clit harder than before, moaning into me, making the vibrations edge me on. After curling his fingers in me roughly once more, I let out a high pitched moan as I began to unravel. I felt myself let go, spilling over into Luke’s mouth, as he moaned once more, greedily licking up at the mess I’d made.

After I’d calmed down slightly and Luke made sure he’d gathered everything I’d spilled out, he looked up at me from between my legs, giving me a smug smirk. I gave him a half-hearted smile back as he slowly stood up, towering over me and lifting his hand to wipe his mouth. Slowly, he leaned down, leaving a lingering kiss on my lips before straightening up and heading over to his desk.

I looked at him confused as I pulled my skirt back down, not failing to notice that my panties were still poking out of his back pocket. He scribbled something down on a piece of paper, ripped it out, and gathered his things before walking past me, only slowing to drop the paper on my desk. He smirked at me before he left, letting one eye drop in a wink as he closed the door. I looked down at the paper in a daze and felt my own lips lift in a smirk as I read his untidy scrawl. There was a quick note, followed by an address.

My place, eight tonight. Can’t wait to see you there, Angel. ;-)


~Rory

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Sans and Papyrus buy a looooot of milk. Having Frisk around also means they’ve ended up doubling what they usually buy.

The store bunny’s gonna kick them out in a second. But she’ll let them come back. They’re loud but they never actually break anything so they’re rather harmless.

The Nice Cream Man is probably my absolute favourite secondary character in the game. He’s so sweet it’s ridiculous. He just came to buy some ingredients! D’:

Normally I’d try and avoid having Frisk talk on camera, but there was no way for this joke to work without having them say something. Sorry about that. Hopefully it’s not too jarring.

I had to use 3 different fonts on this thing and it physically pained me. That’s bad design, kids. Don’t do that type of thing. Unless the characters you’re drawing talk in font-specific text.

I’m not a 100% satisfied with the paneling here. I wanted a closer zoom on the bros on the second beat but because Papyrus is SO FRIGGEN TALL I had to keep it rather zoomed out to fit both of them in frame. Despite this though, I’m rather happy with the over-all results here. I’m really happy with a LOT of the posing here.

I changed how I draw Papyrus by just a fraction and decided I could loosen up with his expressions a bit. I’m happy with the results

it’s 4 in the morning and I’m going to bed now.

Dabbing Through a Window: Jared’s Story

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Not enough people were paying attention to Jared. This was a thought that passed through Jared’s mind often, not that he was an attention seeker or anything, but he needed to be paid attention to at all times. Unfortunately at this moment no one was paying attention to him. Connor and Evan were off in their own world, as they often were, while Alana and Zoe were consumed by some information from their shared class. This happened every time they went to the mall, but for some reason Jared always insisted on accompanying the two happy couples.

All of these factors were part of the reason Jared was now on his way to the lush store. He knew he was going to do something ridiculous to get attention and honestly he was pretty happy about that.

“Stupid couples always being in love,” Jared grumbled to himself as he crossed the mall’s courtyard and stole a look back at his friends. Evan and  Connor were sitting on a bench. Connor was slouching back against the bench, Evan was leaning towards him slightly. They both had small half smiles and eyes for only each other. Alana and Zoe were standing and peering down at Zoe’s phone, occasionally stealing glances at each other.

God! Would they just get together already? Jared thought to himself, rolling his eyes and turning forward again.

He entered the lush store and inhaled the mix of scents. An evil smirk graced his lips as he began to browse the bathbomb selection. A quick glance around revealed that no one was looking so he quickly pocketed several before moving on. It didn’t take him too long to find the perfect item for his plan. He approached the checkout and respectfully paid for the item before bagging it and moving on, not even feeling guilty about the illegal merchandise in his pockets.

Jared found his friends exactly as he left them, he stood before them and cleared his throat, “Do you guys want me to get you something to eat?”

“Yeah, you’re not touching mine or Evan’s food…” Connor eyed Jared skeptically while wrapping an arm around Evan and pulling him slightly close. This caused a bright blush to spread over Evan’s cheeks while he nodded, agreeing with Connor. Jared pouted.

“I’m just trying to be nice to you gay f*cks!”

Zoe turned to Alana, completely ignoring Jared, “I am actually hungry, I can get something for us if you’d like?” The two began to discuss their dining options while Evan and Connor did the same.

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee I’ll just go get a table!” Jared stormed off and found an empty table with the desired number of seats then plopped down and rested his head on his hands angrily. It’s ok, I’ll have the spotlight soon enough. Jared assured himself as he waited for his friends to return.

A few minutes after everyone returned Evan peered over at Jared, “Where’s your food,”

Jared grinned and Evan seemed to realize instantly that he had made a mistake. Jared pulled out the pink and purple bath bomb he had purchased from Lush and began to unwrap it. The others watched in silent horror as Jared ate the entire thing.

Working The Late Shift

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Synopsis: You and Wonwoo work at a fro-yo shop and together. 



“Wonwoo, we’re out of chocolate chips, can you go to the back and a grab some more?”

Wonwoo simply nodded and saluted you before he went into the storage room. You and Wonwoo had been working together at the Franks’s Fro-Yo for almost a year now. For most of the day, the shop was pretty empty since most people in town preferred the frozen dairy confectionery at night. Of course, once the sun started to set, the place would swarm with people trying to get a cup. Luckily, you and Wownoo usually worked the morning shift and always had plenty of time to yourselves.

Wonwoo reappeared with a sack of miniature chocolate chips and wordlessly laid them down on the counter.

“Thanks, soldier.”

“Sir, my payment?”

“Ah, that’s right,” you dipped a hand into the chocolate chips and handed some to your coworker. “Don’t go spending it all in one place now.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” Wonwoo chucked a chip at you and somehow you were able to catch it with your mouth. The two of you stared at each other in awe.

“Maybe you can tell me what to do,” Wonwoo muttered. Suddenly, the two of you went back to working silently.

The dynamic you had with Wonwoo while at work was a little odd. You guys would be super playful one minute, then quickly shift to stern and serious. This kind of emotional turbulence would give most people whiplash, but not the two of you. The flipping of vibes was a common thing for you.

Even though the shop was as dead as a corpse, the lack of conversation never made either of you uncomfortable. Not having to force conversation made the times you did speak really effortless and easy. That’s probably what you liked most about working with Wonwoo: he was the best company.

“So, what are you doing after work?” Wonwoo abruptly asked.

“I’m probably going to grab my sketchbook and head to the museum. I need more practice with portraits and a certain someone won’t sit still for a sketch.”

“I can’t help it. I get uncomfortable when you stare at me like that.” You continued to restock the spoon dispenser as you replied.

“It’s my concentration face, Won. I can’t help it. Pass me the yogurt cups, please.” Wonwoo obliged.

“Anyway’s, what’re you up to this fine Friday night?”

“Mingyu is setting me up on a blind date.”

Wonwoo had your full attention. You stopped restocking to turn to your friend.

“Another one? Didn’t you go on one last week with, uh,” you paused, racking your brain for Wonwoo’s latest-attempt-at-love’s name, “Jennie, was it?”

Wonwoo shrugged. “Yeah. I indulge him too much.” Wonwoo moved from the counter and seated himself at one of the fluorescent tables nearby. “She was sweet. All the girls I’ve gone out with are usually pretty nice, it’s just-“ Wonwoo paused. “There’s just something that isn’t there for me.”

You stepped away from the cup holders and sat across from your coworker.

“Maybe you’re too concerned with what you’re not feeling with them and end up ignoring what you actually do feel when you’re on these dates. At the same time, don’t try and force a connection that isn’t there.” Wonwoo rose from his chair and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant and a small towel before he replied

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You lightly punched Wonwoo on the shoulder.  

“Maybe? Here I am thinking I’m omniscient and know everything.”

“Whatever,” Wonwoo rolled his eyes and you and quickly flashed you his playful smile. Wonwoo had the best smile.

“So, where are you taking this one?”

“Bowling, maybe?” Wonwoo began wiping down the tables as you returned to refilling the spoon dispenser.

You jested, “Aren’t you terrible at bowling?”

“That doesn’t make it any less fun, Y/N. Besides,” Wonwoo added,” you keep knitting me scarves for Christmas even though you’re an awful knitter.”

You played hurt and jokingly laid a hand over your heart. “If that’s the way you feel about my handmade gifts then I won’t make you anything at all!”

Just like that, the conversation had ended and the two of you were back to working in silent.

The shift continued. You and Wonwoo found things to keep yourselves occupied after you finished the morning prep. You took a twenty minute power nap under the toppings table, the two of you made bets on who could balance a miniature marshmallow on their nose the longest, and while Wonwoo was reading behind the cash register, he sat still just long enough for you to sketch both his eyes and half of his nose in your notebook.

Towards the end of your shift, a very frantic manager called the store and begged you to cover for them. Apparently, three people for that late shift bailed so they could go to some beach party. You and Wonwoo were the only ones the manager could rely on, especially on such short notice, too. Since Wonwoo had his date, you were the only one between the both of you that was free to work that night.

“Guess I’m not going to the museum after all,” you complained.

“I’m going to cancel my date. I’d feel bad if you had to work a double shift while I’m out having fun.”

“Oh, no you don’t. You’re going to go on that date and give that girl a shot. What if she’s the one? The universe works in mysterious ways, you know. This could be one of those life-altering decisions. She could be the mother of your children, Won. Think of the children!”

“Alright, I get it. I’ll go if you promise me to stop rambling.”

You were given just enough time in between shifts to go home, shower, and eat something before you had to be back at the shop for round two. A large group of obnoxious guys came in and annoyingly flirted with you all night. You texted Wonwoo throughout the harassment.


This guy just pointed finger guns at me and called me babe. I think I’m gonna barf

I have no idea why, but these dude are sticking spoons in their noses

I should’ve gone to the museum instead

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You found it a little odd that Wonwoo wasn’t answering your texts. Even on a blind date, Wonwoo always answers. You figured he just must be hitting it off with this chick.

About ten minutes later, in the middle of you counting ceiling tiles out of boredom, you thought you heard someone call your name. You looked around and spotted your coworker and best friend standing on the other side of the counter.

“Wonwoo, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be making a fool of yourself in the bowling alley right now?”

“Do you have five minutes? I really need to talk to you.”

You looked over at the obnoxious groups of boys occupying the store. Most of them seemed like the types to grab extra toppings or pour fro-yo into their mouths, straight from the machine. One of them, however, seemed to be some sort of voice of reason in their little gang.

“You have exactly five minutes.” You were afraid the storefront would be in a state of complete chaos if you left for too long.

Wonwoo took your hand and led you to the storage room in the back.

“Earlier today we were talking about how I always feel like something is missing when I go out on those blind dates.”

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“The reason why I never want to go out on another date is because of you.”

You blinked at Wonwoo, dumbfounded. “I don’t understand.”

Wonwoo, exasperated, explained. “I’m always comparing them to you. I keep thinking, ‘If Y/N was here, she’d think this was hilarious,’ or ‘Her perfume isn’t as nice as the one Y/N wears.’”

He stepped closer to you now and lightly held your hands in his own. You stared at him with your mouth a tad agape and your head tilted to slightly to one side, a look of confusion on your face.

“I don’t want to go on anymore blind dates. I want to go on a date with you.”

“Wonwoo-“ he interrupted you.

“You don’t have to confirm whether you reciprocate my feelings or not at this exact moment in time. I am asking you to let me take you on a date tomorrow night, just me and you. We can suck at bowling together or go to the museum and check out the Monét exhibit I know you’ve been dying to see. Just let me take you out, at least once.”

Normally, you’d ask if a confession such as sudden as this was a joke or not. Knowing Wonwoo, seeing the look in his eyes and hearing the desperation in his voice, you knew he was genuine. Your gaze softened and you held his hands firmly, trying to express the love you felt for him with the small gesture.

“It’s date,” you beamed.




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My Impression Of You (Part 2)

A/N: Here it finally is, the second part to my Archie imagine! You can find the first one here: x. Thanks so much for giving me all the feedback! I am not sure if I am finished with this yet, so it would be amazing if you could tell me once more what you think about it and if you have any suggestions for it. Enjoy! xo

Plot: You are feeling weird about what happened between Archie and you as he approaches you to talk about it and makes you an offer that requests from you to prove yourself.

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After that, you didn’t have contact to Archie for five days. Well, at least not really. He now usually waved at you in the hallway and seemed to notice you more often but you didn’t talk to each other. In your case, you had a good reason for avoiding it because you felt a little bit ashamed about everything you had thrown at his head. It had been really personal and kinda rude and you just couldn’t recall why you ever felt authorized to talk to him like that. It was astounding that he didn’t shoot you glares instead of little smiles, he would definitely had reason to do so. You had to give him credit for that.

Maybe that was why you were so surprised when he suddenly stood next to your table at lunch. You usually ate alone. You enjoyed the silence, read a book or listened to some music. But now he put his tray down, grinned at you and you suddenly didn’t feel relaxed at all anymore.

“Is it okay if I join you?”, he asked friendly. You couldn’t find any trace of antipathy or reproach in his voice that would have been a sign of a possible uncomfortable encounter, so you nodded slowly. You had totally forgotten the sandwich you just wanted to take a bite off. Instead, you were focused on the way he sunk down opposite of you, grabbed his apple and looked at you with those warm brown eyes.

“You know, I thought about what you said last Friday”, he broke to you, tossing the apple from one hand to the other.

You swallowed hard. Great. That was exactly what you had dreaded.

“Is that so? And to what conclusion have you come?”, you retorted, trying to keep your voice as carefree and calm as possible.

“That you are right.” Well, you didn’t expect that. “I really depend on others too much. And it won’t get me any closer to what I want if I don’t manage to trust in myself a little bit more.”

You watched him for a moment as he shrugged, looked down at his tray and threw a fry into his mouth instead of biting into the apple. While you never really thought much about Archie Andrews, he suddenly seemed quite extraordinary to you. Usually, nobody ever took much interest in your advice.

“Okay. And what are you planning to do about it now?”, you questioned, leaning in a little with an amused smile on your lips. He glanced up to you through his thick eyelashes and returned it cheekily.

“Well, first of all I’m gonna stop to always run for help. Then I will continue writing songs, putting a little more confidence into it. I think I’m even gonna write one about you and I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing.”

“About me?”, you laughed. “and what would that be about?”

“About this mysterious silent girl that gets me better than many of my friends, although she never did more than watch me in the hallways and simply listen. And that has a passion that is worth sharing, which she sadly never does.” He winked at you but you still had the feeling that he meant what he was saying. You felt your cheeks getting a little hot and quickly lowered your head and finally took a bite of your sandwich to hide it.

“I’m looking forward to the show.”

Why had you been scared to talk to him again? This was easy. Wonderfully easy.

“What about you?”, Archie inquired after you both ate in silence for a few minutes.

“What do you mean?”

“I am just hoping that what I said was also a little helpful and not just…offensive. I heard you spoke with Betty yesterday.”

He observed you attentively, trying to look indifferent but he totally failed. It was obvious that he hoped for a positive answer and that it was important to him. You couldn’t keep back a smirk.

“Yes, she approached me. And I kinda get the feeling that you had something to do with it”, you accused him playfully.

“No idea what you’re talking about”, Archie objected. You didn’t believe him a word.

“Well, she was nice. No surprise there. She asked me about the play and promised to come.”

“That’s good, right?”

“If she actually comes, yes. I refuse to believe that until one of you actually shows up”, you laughed.

“I’m a little bit disappointed that you’re still thinking so low of me”, he said, not without shooting you a lopsided grin, though.

You held back a sigh, opened your bottle of water and slowly took a sip. The problem was that you were not thinking low of him. Not anymore. You just didn’t want to get your hopes up. But he didn’t have to know that, it would only have heightened his ego.

“By the way: I examined your tree and it was good work. I think I can actually use it”, you changed the subject into less risky fields.

“What an honour! Does that mean that I will be allowed to work on something that’s not supposed to stand in the background next?”

“Maybe. We’ll see what I come up with.”

It seemed like he really planned to return for another session. Only days ago you would’ve been annoyed by that prospect, now you were taken by a feeling of pleasant anticipation. You were starting to understand why so many people liked him. He really was a sweetheart, despite of his flaws. And he even looked happy about your snarky comment that others would’ve found mean or inappropriate.

As the ball rang, you were a little shocked that it was already that late. You had been so focused on Archie that you didn’t even eat half of your sandwich and time flew by. Again.

“I should go. Coach will kill me if I come too late to practice”, Archie told you apologetically and got up from his bench, grabbing the tray. “But I wanted to ask you something. I know it’s not really your thing but it would be the perfect occasion to work on yourself. Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Reggie, Jughead and me will meet at the beach at the sea tomorrow evening to have a little bonfire party. It would be great if you would come.”

For a moment you were dumbfounded about the request that came out of the blue. Then you realized that you had to give an answer. Archie was looking down at you expectantly but you didn’t know what to say. This was a whole new situation for you. You didn’t receive many invitations.

“Ehm…are you sure the others are okay with that?”, you asked uncertain and a little nervous.

“Course. I promise you, it will be fun.”

“Will you bring your guitar?”

“Probably.”

“Then I’ll think about it.”

He shot you a last quick smile before he turned around and walked away. You followed his red shock of hair for a while, then turned your head and suddenly noticed that a lot of people in the yard were shooting you glances. Wow, that was new too. What happened to your invisibility? Maybe it naturally evaporated when you hung with Archie Andrews.


You decided to go, although you felt a little uneasy about it. Not because of Archie, Betty, Jughead or Kevin, they were cool and you knew them since forever.  But you never really met Veronica Lodge, muss less talked to her and Reggie was one of the popular kids that thought their social status in school was very important. However, Archie had asked so nicely and you didn’t have the heart to disappoint him. Also, he was quite right about you being a little antisocial and maybe it was time to change that.

So you climbed into your mom’s car and drove to the beach, making up pieces of conversations in your head that would never happen in real life anyway, but it was kinda soothing. As you arrived at the parking lot, you were relieved to discover that there really were only a few cars and it hadn’t turned into a huge party. If that would’ve been the case, you definitely would’ve run.

You killed the engine, waited for a second and took a deep breath, then you slowly left your car behind and headed to the beach, trying to ignore all your stupid doubts. The beautiful view in front of you helped a bit. The sky was dipped in the different shades of orange caused by the sinking sun, making the sea underneath look like a flaming ocean. The beach was perfectly empty except for a small bonfire, trunks around it to sit upon and the people you were supposed to meet.

Archie discovered you as soon as you approached them with a shy smile on your lips. At first his eyebrows shot up and he was not quite able to hide his surprise about you really showing up, then he beamed at you and immediately came over to greet you. His surprise seemed pleasant, though, so you didn’t mind at all.

“You came!”, he exclaimed happily. You got calmer the second he stood in front of you and wondered why that was the case. When did that happen? When did you start to feel good when Archie Andrews was happy to see you?

“Of course. When you’re working so hard on yourself because I couldn’t shut up, I can at least return the effort”, you said.

“I’m glad you do”, Archie answered sincerely, his brown eyes glimmering in the dim light of the sunset. “I’ll get you something to drink. What do you want? Coke?”

You nodded, grinning to yourself because he was so eager to make you feel comfortable. Archie hurried to grab a can from the ice chest and even opened it for you, the little gentleman. Other people needed alcohol to get relaxed but caffeine worked just fine for you.

“Let’s get to the serious business of life, Archie”, you demanded, looking up at him a little bit too sternly. “Did you keep your promise and bring your guitar?”

“I did, but the song about you isn’t ready yet, I am not satisfied with some of the lyrics. I don’t think I got your sassy persona right”, he teased you with a bright grin.

“Sassy?”, you retorted. “I like to think of it as charmingly shrewd.”

“Well, if that makes you happy.”

You punched him in his shoulder, making him laugh and seemingly not feel any pain at all. He had a really nice laugh. It suited him much better than the constant brooding expression he had worn so often the last few weeks.

“Archie! Can you come over, please?! Reggie is killing the music!”, Jughead suddenly interrupted your little interchange, impatiently waving at him from the stereo that he and Reggie were obviously fighting over.

Archie sighed and rolled his eyes at you. “Typical. Can I leave you alone for a sec?”

“Of course, I’m a big girl”, you claimed more confident than you felt.

You looked after him walking over there, thinking to yourself how good he looked in those jeans before you pulled yourself together and scanned the beach for somewhere to go without making it look awkward or like you didn’t belong. Betty was occupied, she had a serious conversation with Kevin down by the water. So you just sat down on one of the trunks, nipped on your coke and stared into the dancing flames.

“Can I sit here?”, an unfamiliar voice ripped you out of your contemplations. You looked up and discovered Veronica Lodge standing next to you, her lips graced with a sweet smile and beautiful and perfectly dressed as always. You quickly reminded yourself that she was a friend of Archie’s and therefore couldn’t be that bad and definitely didn’t deserve a negative answer.

“Course.”

“You’re Y/N, right? The props department girl?”, she carried on, sinking down next to you and looking at you expectantly.

You couldn’t hold back a smirk. “Is that what they call me?”

“Naw, that’s just how Archie introduced you to us. I’m Veronica, by the way.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Right, the new girl syndrome. I wonder how long it will be until that one wears off.”

“In a town like Riverdale? Forever.”

She laughed softly at your words and you decided that Veronica wasn’t too bad for a rich girl. You had expected a second Cheryl Blossom but she didn’t seem to be one. Thank God.

“You know, Archiekins also told us that you are doing quite amazing things in that department. He said you’re really talented. He’s crazily excited to take us all to the play. To be honest, he’s so enthusiastic that it’s almost annoying”, she joked, probably simply to make conversation. For you, though, it was so much more than that. Nobody ever talked about your work passionately to others except for yourself. You felt a weird knot in your stomach that you couldn’t quite figure out until you realized that what she had said meant a lot to you.

“He really did?”, you mumbled. You turned your head and looked for him. He was still standing next to Jughead and Reggie, not really listening to them while they were having a heated discussion. Your eyes met and he winked at you, his lips forming that lop-sided grin once again. Almost momentarily you felt a little warmer and quickly returned to Veronica.

“Yeah, he did”, she assured you, also looking at him but with a little, contemplating frown. “I actually think he changed a bit. I don’t exactly know why, but he seems a little freer, less worried. Maybe he’s finally growing up.”

She laughed again and you chimed in, although a part of you in the back of your head wondered if she was right and if your unintentional influence could really be responsible for that. It was a good feeling.

At some point, the boys understood that they would never find a tune Jughead and Reggie both liked and Archie fetched his guitar from the car. You all sat around the fire while it was getting darker around you and he began to play. You never heard him play in such an intimate situation and it hit you hard how beautiful it was. You observed him and there was no trace of self-doubt to be found in his features. He looked like he was soaked into another world, his own little world that couldn’t be disturbed by anything or anyone. The music carried you away and you let it, just enjoying the moment and that he shared it with you. Yes, now you understood what he meant with sharing the passion.

All this made you feel genuinely sorry when you had to go. Archie brought you to your car, which you were thankful for for two reasons: because it would have been creepy to go there alone and because you didn’t really want to separate. As you arrived at your mom’s Toyota, you turned around and shot him a little smile.

“Thanks for inviting me, Archie. This was great”, you said and you really meant it.

“Yeah? You enjoyed it?”, he asked nevertheless to make sure that you weren’t just saying that to make him feel good.

“I did. You know, I think we are good team, making each other see beyond our own noses. Who would’ve guessed?”

“Yeah, who would’ve?”, he mumbled. For a moment you simply looked at each other and you felt yourself becoming a bit nervous until he stepped closer and hugged you tightly. “I’m glad I decided to do some extra credit.”

You chuckled but at the same time enjoyed how close he was. Man, he really smelled good beneath the smoke of the bonfire. And he was a good hugger. It was one that made you feel all warm and protected. Okay, it was definitely time to get away and to drive off. You didn’t tell him to be confident for himself only to suddenly wish you could be the one who made him feel confident. No, that was all messed up. And still, your heart jumped a bit as he said his goodbyes by mentioning that he’d see you tomorrow.

Mark Imagine - Head Boy

A/N - I love writing AUs so much especially when they’re set in a fantasy setting like Harry Potter oml literally so fun to delve into another world like this. Hope you all enjoy this one! I didn’t add the friends catching them at the end just because I really liked how it ended and didn’t want to make the scene feel awkward from my bad writing lol

Can i request a scenario with mark I loved the ravenclaw one.. can you write where he’s headboy and Y/N is headgirl of Ravenclaw but they are very competitive so people think they hate each other but someone catches them making out?

Being the head girl of Hogwarts was something you were extremely proud of. Throughout your time at Hogwarts, you had been determined to do your best and become an amazing wizard. Being appointed head girl by Professor McGonagall had been one of your best memories since starting Hogwarts all those years ago and what pleased you even more was that another Ravenclaw had been made head boy. When you found it who it was though, that excitement quickly wore off. It was Mark Tuan, the boy you had been competing with since your first year at Hogwarts. When it was time for prefects to be elected, the two of you had been arguing and were insanely competitive about your roles. All the other prefects and Ravenclaw students had grown accustomed to it and no long tried to stop you both from arguing. It was always amusing though when a bright-eyed little first year saw the two of you fighting for the first time and ended up trying to break up the fight. Now that you were head girl though, you wanted to put that feud behind you and just be civil with him. Not friends, but acquaintances at the very least. 

“(Y/N)! McGonagall wants us to look after some second years who’ve been causing trouble,” Mark called over to you from the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. You were in the middle of writing an essay and wanted nothing to do with these second years but knew that the headmistress would be after you if you didn’t go with him. Sighing, you sent all your notes back up to your room with a quick flick of your wand and walked over to Mark, not bothering to fake a smile. 
“Come on, smile! We’ll be spending the next hour or two together!” His teasing grin only made you scowl more. 
“Exactly why I’m not smiling. I wonder if one of these second years has some needles I can stick in my eye to help bear the next couple of hours with you.”
“So mean, am I really that bad?”
“Yes. Now does McGonagall want us to fetch them from her office?”
“Yeah, apparently this is her new form of punishment: make the head boy and girl deal with them.”
“I don’t see why she can’t just send them into the forbidden forest for an hour with Hagrid or something, that’d sort them out just right. Teach them more of a lesson than we could.”
“You don’t need to tell me, I can remember having to go in there for detention once with Jackson.”
“Ooh, I remember that! Head boy had detention, how naughty.”
“As if you’ve always been a golden child.”
“I’ll have you know, Mark Tuan, that I’ve never had a detention.”
“Oh please would you stop your bickering and come into my office!” McGonagall’s voice sounded from the entrance to her office. Neither of you could see her but knew from the tone of her voice that she was not happy.

Hours later the three second years were still with you and Mark. All five of you were just done with everything and wanted to go back to your dorms for the rest of the day but unfortunately that didn’t look like it was going to be happening any time soon. The three kids weren’t misbehaving or anything but were just incredibly bored of helping you two out. You’d got them organising some old student records that Filch had been complaining about being messy and untidy. Both you and Mark had started with helping them out but then left them to do it since it was their detention and not yours. Now that everyone had been stuck in the same room for two and a half hours, you were all pretty antsy. By the time you all finally got out of there, tensions were high and you and Mark stormed into the great hall bickering even worse than usual. A lot of people’s heads were turned towards you both, all too knowing of the fights you’d have. Things had been going well recently too but now it was explosive. Luckily there weren’t any teachers around to witness it all happening. As you sat down with your friends, Mark sat close by since a lot of his friends were close with your little group. As everyone chatted and ate, you and Mark spent the whole time trying not to look at each other, scowling whenever you did meet eyes.

“Okay, I have had enough of this! Why can’t you two just get along? I get that you’re both too competitive for your own good but please, just try and not shout at each other!” Your best friend said, sounding exasperated with the bickering. Mark didn’t say anything and just looked down at his plate, too embarrassed to address it. 
“Sorry guys,” you apologised before standing up. “Mark, I think you and I should talk things out for a bit.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you right now.”
“Mark, don’t be so bloody stubborn and just go with her. I don’t care if you two fight and argue but as long as it’s away from us.” Mark listened to her and got up to follow you out of the great hall. You knew that you shouldn’t argue so much because not only was it affecting your friendship groups, but it also wouldn’t do any good for your reputation as head boy and head girl.

As you found a quiet corner near the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, that’s when everything got even worse. Now there was no filter on your words or his and all of your feelings were coming out into the open. You’d never argued like this before and you weren’t entirely sure why you were fighting or what even started this competitive feud between the both of you. There was an uncomfortable silence hanging over you both now that all the pent up frustration had been let out. You spoke quietly, not wanting to set Mark off again. 
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“But we always argue and fight. It only makes sense that you hate me.”
“Well I don’t, (Y/N). I know you hate me but that’s not how I feel about you.”
“I don’t hate you either, Mark.”
“Good.”
“Why do we always fight so much? If we don’t hate each other then why are we constantly bickering?”
“I don’t know but I know I don’t like it.”
“Me neither. It sucks, actually.”
“Yeah. I guess we are just too competitive.”
“It doesn’t have to be like that though. We can always work on things and actually try being friends?”
“I don’t know if that’ll ever happen, (Y/N). Some people just aren’t meant to be.”
“You make it sound as if we’re a couple or something. But we can try to at least be nice to each other.” Mark stepped away from you, his expression blank and cold. 
“No. We should just not talk to each other, that’s better for us.”
“No it’s not. Why are you backing off as soon as I mention the idea of us being friends? I knew it, you do hate me don’t you?”
“I told you I don’t hate you.”
“Then why are you so repelled by the idea of us being friends, Mark?”
“Because if we’re friends then it’s just a constant reminder that you’ll never like me back the same way I’ve liked you for years!” He shouted, tears seeming to form in his eyes. 

His sudden confession struck something inside of you. No wonder he often acted the way he did, finding ways to tease you or cause fights. So that he had a reason to avoid you and not become closer, only to be teased by his own feelings. You stepped closer to him, not saying a word and reached out to hold his hand comfortingly. Looking him in the eyes, you smiled at him before leaning closer to kiss his soft, warm lips. The kiss was brief and soft, a small exchange of pure, vulnerable emotion. You leaned back, not knowing where to go from there, only to have Mark decide things for you. He pulled you in closer and kissed you, much more passionately than before. You eased into the kiss and just let everything go. All that time bickering had felt wrong and uncomfortable but this. This. This was right.

{ five’s company // ch. 4 }

a/n: thank you for reading! love you all! hope you have a good week + hope you’re doing okay!

french used:

mon ange - my angel

gâteau - cake 

“arrêtez. maintenant.” - “stop. now.” 

inbox || masterlist


four.

Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! John thought, pratically bouncing in the front seat when your loft was in sight. Alex could sense his boyfriend’s excitement, chuckled, and quickly pulled up to park. He hadn’t even turned the ignition off when John had opened the door, hopped out with his bag and rushed inside.

You laughed a little from the middle seat in the back, admiring how John always seemed to be your happy little beam of sunshine. 

“He had a long day at work.” Alex said sheepishly, turning off the car and looking back at you. “But, what about you? How was your day, love?”

You swallowed, and bit your lip. Alex’s beautiful eyes were staring into yours and you felt your chest tighten and your face heat up. You didn’t really want to do this. Not now at least.

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