laughing in the face of senioritis

Baby Girl (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au

Words: 3.5K+

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door. 

Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


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This Is War [10]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1558

Warnings: It’s a little angsty.. And there is bad language!

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I’ve been very sick!! Thank you everybody who has been reading this!! The amount of feedback has been incredible and amazing and I’m so thankful!! xo

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first love

jeff atkins x reader

word count: 904

warnings: death


“Babe, hurry up. Jessica’s party is in 2 hours and I promised I would help her set up.” Jeff said entering you room which was now covered in clothes. “Wow it looks like your closet threw up in here.”

“It’s the first party of my junior year and your senior one.” You said scavenging your clothes. You sat on the floor and threw the shirt in your hand. “I just want to look cute.”

“Y/N,” Your boyfriend said as he knelt next to you. “You’ll look beautiful in whatever you choose to wear, okay? But if you want my opinion, wear the that dress I bought you last month. I always thought you looked hot in it.”

You smiled up at your boyfriend who was now standing and holding out his hand. Taking his hand, you stood up and kissed him. “Thank you, J”

You went your bed and picked out the black dress. “Now get out so I can put on my face and get ready.”

“I can’t stay for the show?” He asked with a smirk.

“Out!” You said laughing pushing Jeff out your room.


You got to Jessica’s place early to help with the set up but not really so when Jeff went to go help the guys with the kegs you chatted with your friends Jess and Clay.

Clay was the one that had set you and Jeff up after hearing about your crush on the senior from Hannah.

By 10, the party was in full swing. Most kids were inside the house sitting in couches some were talking, others not so much. You were amongst the ones sitting in the living room talking to Tony.

You were in full conversation with your friend when you saw Jeff make his way out the room. You apologized to Tony and cut the conversation short. “And where are you going mister?” You said getting ahold of your boyfriend.

“Hey, I’m on provisions so I’m just gonna grab a couple more beers from the store.” He said.

“Okay, I’m coming too,” You happily said taking his large hand in your petite one.

“Nah babe, you don’t have to. Have fun with your friends, it is a party after all.”

You gave him the look and he knew there was no point in arguing. “Fine. Only cause you’re cute.” He kissed the top of your head.


You two successfully got the beers and you were on your way back.

You put on the radio and John Legend was on. “Oh my gosh, our song!” You squealed. This was the song that played in the background when you two first had sex.

“Cause all of meeee, loves all of youuu.” You and Jeff sang, pointing at each other. You held his hand as the chorus continued, wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Little did you know both your lives would change, in a major way.

You two were so mesmerized by one another you didn’t notice another car come out of nowhere. “Jeff, watch out!” You screamed as the car came rushing towards you. And that was the last thing you saw before darkness eclipsed you.


“Y/N, wake up. Wake up, baby girl.” Jeff said standing over you. “I need you to wake up for me.”

And you did.

You slowly lifted you heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled you nose. Your mouth was dry and you were laying down, in a bed it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls, made you want to close your eyes again. You felt like you had slept for years, but you was still tired.

You heard the beeping of a machine and slowly turned your head towards the source of the noise. The muscles in your neck were stiff and sore. You saw your mother sitting in a chair by the window.

“Mom,” You said weakly.

“Hey,” She whispered, sitting at the edge of your hospital bed.

“Why am I…?” You said as you tried to sit up.

“You were in a coma, sweetie.” She said and your eyes widen. “Just for two days.”

You noticed your moms facial features. her eyes were sporing major bags and they were puffy and red. Has she been crying?

“Mom, where’s Jeff?” You asked looking around.

“Y/N, Jeff..uh..He didn’t make it.” She said as tears started brimming her eyes. “I know how much you loved him.”

"No, no no there’s no way,” You stuttered. This can’t be true. Jeff Atkins cannot die.

“Honey, I am so sorry but he … he died on scene.”

You were numb. Why him? You wanted to scream. Why him? “ B-But I-I didn’t- I didn’t get to say goodbye,” You sobbed. You couldn’t believe that the love of your life was…gone.

“Sshh, Y/N. Everything will be okay.” You mom said  trying her hardest to soothe you. She laid next to you and wrapped her arms around you fragile body.

“I loved him, Mom. I loved him so much and now-” You cried into your moms chest.

“I know sweetie, I know.” She stroked your hair. “He loved you very much.”

“It was should have been me.” You clung to your mom as the nights events played over and over in your head.

Losing someone you deeply care about hurt. He was your first love and you will always love him. Always.


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Distraction*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature
Summary: Reader is bored and wants to cure it by distracting her boyfriend.
Words Count: 1.4k
Genre: Mild smut
Warnings: Long steamy make out session and it also involves some slight dry humping.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Stepping inside the shared living room of the building, determined to cure your boredom, you spotted your boyfriend sitting on a couch and reading some reports of the last assignment.

Glenn Miller’s soft music - Steve’s favorite - filled the room and relaxed the ambient air while the rest of the Avengers was minding their own business outside the facility and- therefore had left you both. All alone with Steve Rogers.

Walking over the super soldier, you sneaked behind the couch, landing your hands on his shoulders and you massaged the tightness of his muscles, earning some satisfying groans.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” His gaze remained locked on his papers, yet he enjoyed your touch as his breath became deeper.

“I’m bored,” you leaned to whisper close to his ear.

“Then do something interesting because you are distracting me,” he advised and you saw his skin shivering at the gentle contact of your lips on his earlobe.

“But I am so bored!” You exclaimed, jumping over to collapse on the sofa.

“I know, Y/N. I know,” Steve patted your thigh, still scratching on the papers. “You can always read a book.”

“Any other good advice, Captain Obvious?”

“I don’t know, be creative.” As your boyfriend said those words, your bottom lip flushed with blood due to the grip of your teeth and he glanced at you. “Stop biting your lip, please,” he brushed his thumb against it, making you stop. “It’s very distracting too.”

Sure,” you smirked as a naughty idea popped into your mind and you seized the opportunity.

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Bullying at Columbine: Eric & Dylan

Both Eric and Dylan:

-Name calling, especially gay slurs (There was an incident in which a jock went up to Devon Adams and said, “Why are you talking to that faggot, are you a dyke?” After she spoke to Dylan)

-Making fun of their clothing (Trench coats, combat boots)

-Making fun of their music tastes (They listened mostly to industrial rock music)

-Throwing items in class (Paper clips launched using rubber bands were common)

- Pushing, shoving (Pushed into lockers, this was proved in this home video) 

- Bottles, mostly glass being thrown at them as they smoked in the smoker’s pit.

- A cup of fecal matter was thrown at them in one incident.

- Being squired with ketchup and having Skittles candy thrown at them in the cafeteria. (They would come home with ketchup stained clothes as this happened almost daily)

- Falsely accused of carrying drugs and alcohol 

Dylan Klebold:

- Pelted with ketchup covered tampons by seniors (He told his mother this was the worst day of his life)

- Being falsely accused of smoking Marijuana to the point of being pulled out of class and having his clothes and locker searched.

- Being picked on for his interests and learning skills.

Eric Harris:

- If Eric’s gym team won a game against the jocks he would get hit several times in the face with balls 

- Frequently pushed against lockers by jocks in the hallways.

- Students joked about Eric’s Pectus Excavatum and laughed when he took of his shirt to the point where he no longer took his shirt off to change during gym class.

- Picked on for being shorter than other students (Eric was 5′9)

- Picked on for not being from Colorado.

When asked about the jocks, Dylan responded to his mother, “I’m six-four, they don’t bother me too much, but they sure give Eric hell”

There is a misconception that Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were not bullied at Columbine. The reality is that they were bullied, and those are just a few available examples. Please spread this post.

Sutures and Stitches [m] (ft. Jeongguk) Part 1

Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)

→ Jungkook/Reader

→ 1.7k words

Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3


It was your secret that your best friend was a hitman, and his secret that his best friend was a medical resident currently $200k in debt and working 80 hours a week saving people. But it worked out somehow. He kept you safe by walking you home to your dingy and dangerous apartment every night after your rounds ended in the dark hours of the night, and you helped him patch up any wounds and kept it secret from his friends and yours. It was a symbiotic relationship, dangerous anyhow, but it worked.

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Do Kyungsoo//Denouement

Originally posted by smileysoo

Summary: The world is black and white to everyone. At least, until they reach 18, and realise who their soulmate is or meet them for the first time - and then colour will burst into their life, one shade at a time. You’ve been desperate to graduate high school and move away, but you can’t run from fate. - ft. big brother Yixing 
Scenario: Soulmate!au 
Word Count: 5,977

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Beautiful In White (M)

Originally posted by cuteguk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Adorned in an exquisite ivory A-line dress, you’re the most beautiful Jungkook has ever seen you. After all, it is your wedding day.

Word Count: 7,182

Genre: Angst (?), smut

A/N: I originally planned this to be an angst but then my thirsty ass ended up incorporating some smut into this. Please let me know what you think about the angst though, did I do it right? I would like to improve so any constructive criticism would help! Oh and everything in italics are flashbacks.


Beautiful.

The only word that could come close to describing your mere presence as he watches you weave your way through the round tables. You’re being pulled into an awkward hug every second by guests as they try to figure out how to overcome the barrier that is your dress without ruining your hair and makeup. He watches as you converse animatedly with the guests, some of whom he does and does not recognize.

You tuck the strands of hair that frame your face behind your ear, only to have them fall back to where they were just seconds ago, but he gets a brief view of your face. Your cheeks are stained with a light pink tint, your lashes expertly curled in a way that showcased the eyes Jungkook fell in love with, face properly contoured – a term which Jungkook unwillingly learned after having to watch too-many-to-count make up tutorials with you – and your lips, smothered in god knows how many different brands of lipsticks. The end result of four hours of makeup was nothing short of perfection. Jungkook mentally curses the stupid rules and superstitions that forbid him from seeing the bride before the wedding day.

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It’s a Latin@ Thing

Nursey Week Day 2

Prompt: Simplicity

Also on AO3 (with translations)

Nursey had a long day. He had four classes back to back on Tuesdays and Thursdays this semester. He was ready to bail on his plans to paint and write at her studio (he’d taken to being her canvas when Shitty was busy with law school). He storms through the Haus, chucking his bag next to the staircase as he grabbed some custard pie from the fridge.  

He cut himself a slice as he hears chattering coming down the stairs.

“Mira, puto,” he hears Whiskey protest.

He hears someone, presumably Tango, snort. “No, lo único que quiero mirar es su chiquito culo corriendo hasta Murder Stop N Shop por mis refrescos.“

"En sus sueños, mi rey,” Whiskey chirps.

Nursey chuckles at their back and forth, garnering the attention of the tadpoles as they pass the kitchen. They stare at Derek quizzically.

Whiskey turns to Tango, “I knew it. I fucking knew he heard us on the bus last week.”

Tango shrugs, “¿quieres un desfile?”

“You see what I put up with?” Whiskey addresses Derek. “Pinche cabrón,” he mutters.

Nursey smirks, nodding sympathetically.

“¿Oye, es Puertorriqueño o Dominicano o Cubano o que?” Tango inquires.

“Cuban,” he admits awkwardly, “or my mom is.”

“¿Puedes hablar español?”

Nursey blushes, “well yea, but my accent’s shit.”

Whiskey and Tango give each other a look, quickly ushering Nursey into the living room.  They gently push him down onto the couch, flipping the TV on.

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Soup Bowls || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff


Being friends with seven guys was sometimes a hassle. Especially when said seven guys acted like slobs ninety percent of the time and you had to take care of the as if they were children. It didn’t help that you were trying to obtain your degree in college at the same time that all of the guys just decided to have a ginormous mid life crisis together.

College was already hard enough, but having seven children on your hands made it even harder. There was one specifically, out of the seven, who seemed to take it easy on you, and not expect as much. And for that you would be forever grateful to Jeon Jungkook.

You had been friends with the seven of them since you were in high school, meeting them all through Jungkook. When you were in high school, Jungkook was your best friend. The two of you would spend all of your time together and the boys always said that if they needed to find one of you they would just look for the other. Jungkook and you were connected at the hip, and you did everything with each other.

Even at the final end of the school dance, the two of you went together and danced because you didn’t want to go with anybody else. You weren’t sure what happened after that though. It seemed that after that night, Jungkook seemed to hang out with you less and less. During the summer, you spent most of your time with the guys before you had to start college and they had to go back.

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An Open Letter to Residents Everywhere on National Doctor’s Day.

Doctors, 

Someone mentioned to me that today was National Doctor’s Day. 

Woohoo?

There were apparently cookies sitting in a doctor’s lounge somewhere that I did not have a second to visit between running back and forth to help with inpatient issues, being scrubbed in a case I was not skilled enough to adequately assist with, and calling back a dozen phone calls. I didn’t have a chance before I ran across the street to go cross-cover at our children’s hospital. I’m sure there are more cookies or other tokens sitting in some lounge here as well. I won’t touch them, there are two emergent cases on their way in and all the work to do before and after. 

I’m sure your day was like mine. 

This is the nature of residency: the running, the to-do lists with tiny boxes made on your patient sheets, the phone calls to make, the families to talk to, the prescriptions to write. 

When someone mentioned to me a basket of these Doctor’s Day cookies and that I should go grab one, I laughed and asked “do I count as a doctor?”. 

Do I count?

I don’t know about you, but I don’t always feel like one. I’m still a trainee. I’m still looking up at my senior residents who can so easily pull off the perfect stitch or read the subtlety of a CT finding that slipped past me. And I see the senior residents looking covetingly at the skills of an attending. 

I think that we are residents are so often faced with our inadequacies and our flaws that we forget to see our growth, our successes.

I hope you can find a moment today to see the successes and not the failures.  

Every day you come to work, the bar gets higher. You climb one mountain only to see another on the horizon that is taller. 

It starts to seem endless. 

Honestly, I think that we’ve grown so accustomed to the job we’ve stopped realizing that what we do is impossible. We are miracle workers every day - and that often goes unnoticed by everyone around us. Patients don’t know that you moved heaven and earth to get their insurance to approve the medication. Your attending doesn’t realize that you had to make 8 phone calls to beg a consulting service into coming down to complete a consult. No one realizes that you’ve been awake for 36 hours straight, or worked the last 13 out of 14 days on never more than 6 hours of sleep. 

You can quickly treat for atrial fibrillation or run a code (at least until an official code team arrives). You can place a chest tube or a central line. You walk a med student through their first H&P or foley catheter placement (you even make them feel good about it). 

You are all at once a great many things. You are a human being. You are a teacher. You are a hand holder and a listener and a councilor and a coordinator and a computer technician and an errand runner and a diplomat. 

And you are a doctor. 

Whether or not you always feel like one, you are a doctor. 

You count. I count. 

This job is impossible: but I’m going to keep going. I hope you are too. 

With love, 

Katharine 

Keep on Living (chapter 3) Lin Manuel x Reader

Part 3 is finally here and features a Very Angry Lin as requested, thanks to everyone for reading my very first Lin fic.  Part 4 will be up super soon!

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - 2226

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When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.

Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?

Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx

Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X

Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx

Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.

Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?

Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.

You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.

You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.

You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.

“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.

“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.

“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”

“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”

“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.

“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.

“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.

“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.

Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.

“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”

Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.

“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.

“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”

You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”

Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.

Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.

“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed

“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.

The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.

You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”

“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.

“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.

“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”

You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.

You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.

“Shit!”

The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.

You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.

Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.

“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.

You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now. 

“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.

“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.

You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.

Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.

You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.

“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly

You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.

“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.

“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”

“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.

You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.

“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Lin whispered.

“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”

Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.

“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”

“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.

Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.

“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.

“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.

Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.

“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”

“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.

Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.

“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.

“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.

Lin looked at you puzzled.

“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”

You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.

Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.

“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.

You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.

“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”

You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.

“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”

“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”

Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”

Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.

“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”

———-

Part 4 is coming soon here! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!

My Type of Guy - Stiles Stilinski Imagine [Smut]

Author: dylanowhy

Summary: Scott McCall invites you to the schools senior prom, as friends of course, but there is this certain dark haired boy who has been pushing your buttons lately. Who would have thought that later on he’d be pushing you into a pile of gym mats.

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 2957

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Some said he had dark hair, perfect to match his light-hearted eyes. However, you had never seen him up close before, always admiring him from a distance. You had known about Stile for years, ever since 5th grade when all he ever did was talk about baseball and Lydia Martin, but you’ve never approached him, always too afraid to speak, thinking that you would make a fool of yourself. Most people looked over the mole blessed boy, and you never quite understood how. There was so much more to him than anyone gave him credit for. The loud whistle sounding from Coach is what snapped you back to reality, bringing your attention back to the point, his hair. From the distance you sat it seemed light, a deep honey brown color that shined in the sunlight, complementing his soft pale skin that was being slightly washed out by the deep red covering his body. He was doing some type of dance, it almost made you snort, apparently he made a shot, something that was rare coming from him. It’s not like he was a bad lacrosse player, he was just never given the chance to show what he was really made of.

“What do you think Scott is going to do since Kira is not here anymore?” One of the many gossiping girls of Beacon Hills asked another, watching as Scott and Stiles high fived each other, bright smiles on their faces. “I am hoping he is open for trying new things, being with different people.” The other replied, it made you roll your eyes. You weren’t sure what happened to Kira, no one really was. Her father had given light detail and acted like it was no big deal his daughter went off in the middle of the school year, it had always made you curious, but you never were one to push any buttons. You actually cringed when you thought about what the girls across from you were talking about. There was a dance coming up at the end of the week, something about being seniors and how it was important to have one last dance. It was also known as prom, but you didn’t like to use the term. The theme was masquerade, and almost everyone had a date. Of course, you did not fall in the line of people who were going with a significant other, but that didn’t bother you. You had better things to do then to dance in a pool of sweat with some guy who only asked you because he wants to get lucky. No, you did not need to go to —.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 4

nA/N: Hey, lovebugs! I just wanna thank you all for the feedback and hope you enjoy part four. Remember, 100 notes for the next chapter and make sure you drop feedback in my inbox. This ones a bit longer since some requested for it to be, so i hope you guys like it.

**Warning**: Smut(a blowjob to be specific)


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen


“No, you didn’t!”  Connor yelled as you told him about the details of your day. Felix on the other hand was laughing so hard he turned red and was curled up on the floor.

“What’s so funny?” You laughed along with them, taking a sip of Felix’s famous martinis. Living next door to a bartender that also happened to be your close friend pays off.

“You made him cum his pants on the third date, how lovely.” Felix laughed.“ I’m just surprised you’re even going through with this whole ordeal.”

“I am too. I don’t know what happened today, I felt so…” you trailed as you tried to find the right words to describe what you felt in that moment.

“Dominant and sexy?” Connor smirked as he took a sip of his own drink.

“Yeah…”

“Trust me, I know. I’ve loved the feeling from the first time and still do four years later.”

This caused you to widen your eyes in shock as Felix’s face flushed red. You shifted your eyes from him to Connor who still held a smug look on his face and back to Felix once again.

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flawlessblowjob  asked:

Nurseydex in 3, 8, or 46!!

3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

8. “Forget it. You fucking suck.”

(I’m combining the two because they’re both very NurseyDex and I can’t choose)

…………

In hindsight, he’d been so excited about getting to live in the same Haus as Chowder that Derek Nurse hadn’t anticipated just how difficult sharing a room with Dex was going to be.

Sure, it was the type of difficult that resulted from a feud like theirs. They fought for an hour over who got the bottom bunk (Nursey) and who got the desk with the outlet closest to it (Dex). They scuffled over bathroom space. When they did homework in there at the same time, everything felt cramped and awkward.

There was, however, the difficulty that no one except Derek knew, and that was that he was very rapidly and very dangerously falling in love with William Pointdexter. 

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This is what happens when a newly initiated frat bro loses a drinking game. He becomes the new bitch and made to service his fellow brothers. This time they used him as a footstool while they sat back drinking their beer and watching the game. Each brother took their turn using the new initiate as a foot rest. Just for fun one of the boys kicked off his flip flops right before resting his feet on him. His feet definitely had a strong smell to them from wearing them all day and he wanted to see exactly how he would react. The other dudes didn’t mind at all and were already used to the smell of dirty socks and feet from all the socks, sneakers and boat shoes laying around in most areas of the dorm. He moved his feet from their foot boy’s back and rested one closer to his head and then shoved the other one right in front of his face. All the frat bros were laughing while they watched him on his knees with no other choice but to endure the smell of his senior brother’s feet.

Need a Ride, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Anything seems possible in the front seat of your beat up Chevy.

Words: 1,122

Author’s Note: So this is inspired by a real-life relationship I had with someone in high school (a lot of it is, you know, made up) but that’s basically the reason it’s so stupidly poetic. Also, this was so so so inspired by a midnight reading of @sunshinemiranda and @alexanderhamllton‘s collab ‘5 a.m.’ which immediately had me reaching for my laptop to write this fic, which took about 25 minutes from the bout of inspiration these amazing writers caused.

Warnings: The tiniest allusion to smut. Blink and you miss it.

Askbox | Masterlist


It was a well practiced and respected routine that everyone knew not to interrupt.

Following an after-school rehearsal or a late night performance, your little group often found its way to a local diner. They knew you well and had come to expect you whenever they caught word that another production was quickly approaching.

After you got your driver’s license at the start of Junior year - an entire month sooner than any of your other Junior friends - Lin started hitting you up for rides.

He made the excuse that he never needed a licence, he couldn’t afford a car and New York public transportation was cheap and easy.

But at 8pm on a school night, the warmth of your beat up Chevy was preferred over any bus or subway car he could name.

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Writer’s Block 4.237

I intended to get this churned out in little blocks and post every 2k words. This is actually 3k, so consider the extra 1,000 words my apology. It seems even a little bit takes two weeks these days! But it’s getting closer. This is all cheese and fluff. And unedited! Please don’t point out my mistakes :) lol. I will crawl into a hole and die! 4.1 is here and you can find the first 3 here. 

Originally posted by kolaicendionysos

I’m warm, and comfortable. And flat on my stomach with my face in the mattress. The sun is peeking through the tiny slits in the blinds over my bed. There’s a soft snore next to me and I open one eye, letting a slow smile take over my face. Blonde bed hair sticks up from beneath arms as Peeta lays face down with his head buried in a pillow, elbows jutting out from underneath it. I normally enjoy sleeping alone, but that’s obviously because I have no idea what I’m missing.

Oddly, I’m not alarmed in the slightest by his presence on my couch - bed. I’m also not ready to remove myself from this scenario, so I roll towards him and lift his arm, burrowing into him. He releases a soft groan and repositions himself on his side so we fit together better, then tightens his hold on me. I don’t want to disturb our peace, so I say nothing. Neither does he.

I must fall back asleep because I’m jolted awake by a surprised Peeta sitting straight up, and I almost tumble off the side of the bed and onto the floor. He grabs my waist and when we lock eyes my stomach falls. His eyes are wide and wild, like he doesn’t know where he is. I hope it’s not regret I see there.

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Another Love

Pairing: Isaac x Fem!Reader

Requested: yes by anon❤️

A/N: Smut warning, 18+ please, a little bit angsty I guess ❤️

masterlist / coming soon

Originally posted by artisticlahey

Isaac’s words echoed in your ears, processing the information you’ve just received. Isaac, your best friend, who came back to Beacon Hills for his senior year has a girlfriend. It was strange, repeating the words in your head - it was something you never thought you would hear because you always thought, even though you and Isaac were best friends, there was something deeper between you. He gazed at you through his long eyelashes, his blue orbs filled with worry, waiting for a response. You knew your face dropped but you quickly recovered and forced a smile.

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anonymous asked:

9 and 23 with Jungkook. Thanks.

Prompt request: “Will you be quiet?!” + “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff + Humour

Summary: You and Jungkook are spearheading this year’s senior prank. After all is said and done, at the end of the night, the prank is the last thing you have on your mind.

Word count: 1.6k words


The sound of your footsteps thumping across the linoleum floors echoed through the empty building. You and Jungkook sprinted down the darkened hallways, attempting to hide from the approaching janitor.  

As you turned a corner, Jungkook grabbed your hand and roughly pulled you towards him. You tumbled into an empty classroom, nearly tripping over your own feet. Jungkook gently shut the door behind him, and you collapsed to the ground.

“I. Can’t. Believe. You,” you cried, each word punctuated by heavy panting. You were on all fours, head bowed, attempting to catch your breath in vain. Sweat was forming on your forehead.

“Will you be quiet!?” Jungkook hissed, peering through the small window on the door. Suddenly, he dropped to ground. He pressed his finger over his lips, trying to get you to shut up, and his eyes were frantic.

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to muffle the sound of your heavy breathing. Through the door, you could hear the sound of nearing footsteps. In the silence of the empty school, the thump, thump, thump of every step was deafening.

Eventually, the footsteps receded and you let out the breath you were holding. You scooted backwards, leaning against the wall. Soon, Jungkook joined you, tossing his backpack to the side.

“What’s in there?” you asked, nodding your head towards the black bag.

“Supplies,” Jungkook replied, wiggling his eyebrows. “At least one of us came prepared.”

“I can’t believe I got roped into doing this stupid prank thing!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms petulantly. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Go ahead, Y/N,” he shrugged, a huge smile on his face. “The seniors do this every year. I doubt they’ll do anything to stop it now.”

You lapsed into comfortable silence, both of you watching the setting sun through the windows facing you. The sky was streaked with beautiful hues of pink, orange, and purple. You thought it was a fitting way to end your senior year.

“Can you believe we’re graduating in, like, one month?” you breathed, still looking at the sky before you. “We’re all gonna leave this stupid town and never see each other again.”

“I guess,” Jungkook answered after a couple seconds. “But this way, all of our memories will be preserved, you know? I’d rather remember everyone as they are now.”

“It’ll just be weird,” you sighed, looking at your hands that were clasped in your lap. “We grew up together. I’m only moving to another city, but it feels like I’m leaving my whole world behind.”

“We’ll forget about almost everyone here,” Jungkook said with certainty. “The people who matter most will stick around.”

“Will you stick around?” you asked, finally turning to look at Jungkook. He was already facing you, his eyes piercing into yours.

“Do you want me to?” Jungkook countered, his voice raw and honest.

Jungkook was the boy you had loved for as long as you could remember. Every feature on his face was so familiar to you, but you were afraid of forgetting one day. The warm sky cast a golden glow over his skin, highlighting the edges of his face. In this moment, Jungkook looked beautiful, and you desperately wanted to hold on.

“Jungkook, I–”

Suddenly, he slapped his hand over your mouth, on alert once again. You sighed inwardly, tempted to nip at his fingers, but remained still.

The janitor neared the room you were hiding in. As he grew closer, you and Jungkook shared a frightened look. The footsteps grew louder and louder, until they finally stopped. Right in front of the door.

Slowly, the doorknob turned. In the eerie quiet, you could hear the sharp sounds of breathing. Almost as if time had slowed, you watched Jungkook blink slowly at you as he mouthed indecipherable words.

A jingle of keys snapped you out of your stupor. The door above you was locked, the harsh sound cutting through the classroom. Both you and Jungkook sagged in relief. Once again, the footsteps receded. You let a few minutes pass, and once you were sure the janitor had left, you sprung into action.

“Let’s do this quickly,” Jungkook said, swinging his bag over his shoulder. “We’re gonna get onto the roof and I’m going to suspend you over the edge. Then–”

“Hold up,” you interrupted, eyes widening. “You’re suspending me over the roof?”

“Of course,” he replied nonchalantly, opening the door. He swung it open and stepped into he hall, waiting for you to join him. “It’s not like you can hold me up. Besides, how else did you think we were going to do this?”

Jungkook turned on his heel, walking down the long hall quickly. You had no choice but to follow him, quietly cursing under your breath as you went.


By now, the sun had completely set. You and Jungkook stood on your school’s roof, a gentle breeze brushing by you. Jungkook was pulling things out of his backpack, and you really weren’t looking forward to the events that were about to unfold.

“I can’t believe you,” you repeated for the millionth time. “I am going to die tonight.”

“Stop being so dramatic, Y/N,” Jungkook replied, unable to hide the fond smile that spread over his lips. He straightened up, holding what looked like a small harness in his hands. “Here, spread your legs.”

“At least take me on a date first,” you said, scandalized, placing a hand over your heart.

Jungkook looked up at you dryly, rolling his eyes. He quickly attached the harness around you and himself, anchoring you to him. He handed you a screwdriver.

“Just climb over the the edge and I’ll lower you slowly,” Jungkook instructed, gesturing to the ledge that separated you from falling off the side of the building. Which was now apparently your objective.

Sighing loudly, you approached the ledge. Peering over the side, you observed the large distance between where you were standing and the hard, concrete ground. You gulped audibly and swung your leg over the side of the edge. You cast Jungkook a glance over your shoulder, and he smiled encouragingly.

Eventually, you lowered yourself so you were dangling over the ledge. You were holding your entire body up with your arms. You braced your feet against the side of the brick wall, getting ready to descend.

“Okay,” you called out to Jungkook. “Lower me down.”

Once Jungkook’s pulled the rope taut, you let go of the wall, completely suspended by Jungkook’s weight. You clutched the rope tightly, ready to be lowered gently.

You weren’t expecting to suddenly plummet to the ground.

A scream lodged itself in your throat, and your heart stopped as you tumbled downwards. But as quickly as you had fallen, you had stopped. The rope tightened again, and your entire body was jerked as Jungkook stopped the fall.

“Jungkook, what the fuck!?” you shouted, clutching your wildly beating heart.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jungkook called down breathlessly. “That was my bad. Won’t happen again.”

You rolled your eyes at him, pulling the screwdriver out of your back pocket. Miraculously, it hadn’t fallen during your descent.

In front of you were huge, rusted metal letters that spelled, “Fulton Black Institute.” They spread across the front of the school, seen by everyone who passed by the building. It was your job to strategically remove a few letters so the sign read “Fuck it” instead.

It had been Jungkook’s brilliant idea.

Quickly, you set to work, unscrewing the letters and letting them drop loudly to the ground. The sky was darkening rapidly, and you could barely see the small screws.

“Move me a bit over to the right,” you called up to Jungkook. He complied, dragging you unsteadily, but slowly, thank god, to the right.

After several long minutes, you had finally detached all of the unnecessary letters. The metal pieces lay mangled on the ground below you. Belatedly, you wondered how long it would take the school to replace the destroyed letters.

“I’m done, now,” you called up, tugging the rope gently. “Beam me up, Scotty!”

“Took long enough,” you heard Jungkook mutter.

“I can hear you.”

He laughed loudly and began to pull you back up. The ascent was much smoother, and you were slowly raised back up to the roof. Once you had a secure grip of the ledge, you lifted yourself up and swung over side.

You tumbled over the ledge, landing on your back. Jungkook peered down at you, and you met his gaze with a smile.

“We did it!” you exclaimed happily. “Senior year: complete!”

Jungkook laughed again, grabbing your hands and pulling you upright. You couldn’t help it–you wrapped your arms around his broad body and squeezed tightly. He stood frozen for a second, but after a moment he returned your embrace, his hands winding around you.

Eventually, the two of you pulled apart. As you leaned back, you took a deep breath and steeled yourself. Just as you opened your mouth, Jungkook spoke.

“Wait,” he said with a smile, hands moving up to cup your face. “You don’t need to say anything, Y/N. Me too.”

“W-what?” you spluttered, your cheeks heating up underneath Jungkook’s touch.

“Me too,” Jungkook repeated, smiling even wider.

Then he leaned down, his lips meeting yours. It was warm, and soft, and perfect. You wrapped your arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm. You could have stood there for minutes, hours, or even days. The only thing you could feel was Jungkook–Jungkook everywhere. You were completely wrapped up in him, unaware of everything else around you.

But you did know one thing. Everything was going to be okay.

- Girl in Luv

In honour of Jungkook graduating (and me lmao)! Hope you enjoyed. Sorry it took awhile to get to this request!!!