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Uptown Girl [4]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: everyone’s been so incredibly sweet and i can’t thank you enough for reading my work <3 there will be one last part after this one :) (this is in reader’s pov btw)

Peter Parker x Reader


// Masterlist //

Originally posted by dayaholics

“Peter! Stop!” I whispered.

“Stop what, Y/N?” Peter asked innocently. I reached underneath the table and held his hand. 

“I’m serious. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” I gave him a warning look and just gave me a goofy smile in return. 

“Well, you should be quiet.” He pulled out his hand from mine. I shook my head and continued to do my homework. Everything was okay for a good 2 minutes, when Peter’s hand reached out and tickled my side. I let out a loud squeal which made everyone in the library look at me badly. “Sorry.” I whispered. Everyone turned back to what they were doing.

I turned to Peter who was quietly laughing into his hand. He didn’t even stop when I slapped his arm. 

“You’re such an ass!” I said in a low voice. 

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{ p o u t y | jean kirschtein x reader }

| jean kirschtein lemon |

| warnings: oral sex; giving |

| word count: 1160 |

“How are you feeling?” Jean asked as we walked hand in hand getting closer to his home by the second.

“I’m a little nervous.” You said as you watched him chuckle at your nerves. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as he lead you to the front door of his home.

“You’ll be fine. She’s going to love you.” Jean kissed your forehead quickly before knocking on the door. Almost immediately an older woman with brown shoulder length hair answered the door. As soon as her eyes laid on you both she smile grew.

“Jean!” She greeted her son warmly and pulled him into a hug. Jean laughed nervously feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Hey, mom.” He smiled pulling away from the hug and turning to you. “Mom, this is (Name). My girlfriend.” Jean had a proud smile on his face as he introduced you to her.

“Oh! She’s so gorgeous!” She happily placed her hands on both sides of your face. “You both are going to make precious children!” Ms. Kirschstein exclaimed. Jean’s eyes widened and a very apparent blush appeared on your cheeks.

“Come in, come in, I made dinner.” She said inviting the both of you in.


You giggled at Ms. Kirschstein’s story of Jean when he was a baby. Apparently he ran around the house in nothing but socks and a diaper on his head.

“Jean had the cutest little tush I’ve ever seen!” Ms. Kirschstein said with a smile as she set down her cup of tea on its plate. Jean was across the living room slumped in a single chair. He wasn’t the happiest camper at the moment as he listened to his mother tell embarrassing stories about his childhood.

“Oh my gosh! I have to tell you about the time I found in in the garden!” Ms. Kirschstein said and eyes lit up wanting to hear more about your boyfriend’s silly childhood. You thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

Jean’s eyes widened. Not the garden story! Jean thought.

“You know what mom? Its getting pretty late and we have to be back at HQ in the morning.” Jean said standing up walking over to your spot on the couch next to his mom. Jean held out a hand for you and you looked at it. His mother’s voice catching your attention.

“Oh my, it is getting late. You kids should head off to bed.” Ms. Kirschstein said as gently took the tea cup out of your hand. You looked back at Jean and took his hand.

“Good night, mom.” Jean said as he gently pulled you to your feet.

“Good night, Ms. Kirschstein It was fun talking with you.” You smiled looking back at her.

“Get a good night’s rest you two!” She said as Jean took you down the hall.


You looked around at Jean’s room smiling at how clean it had been but also so comfortable. Your fingertips grazed over his wooden dresser and you looked at all the things he had collected over the years. You noticed your very first gift to him. It was a soft brown teddy bear. You picked it up and turned around.

“Babe, I can’t believe you still have this-” You smile faded when you saw him laid on his bed with his hand tucked behind looking up at the ceiling with a glare. You set the bear back and and sat on the bed next to him.

“What’s the matter, hot stuff?” You asked resting your hand on his stomach. He looks at you slightly.

“You probably think I’m a dork now.” He said. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“A dork? Where is this coming from?” You ask.

“My mom’s embarrassing stories of me.” He said and you giggled.

“I don’t think you’re a dork. If anything I think you’re pretty awesome,” You smile and run your hand up his chest to his face squeezing his cheeks together. “And really cute.” You finish. He swats your hand away.

“You’re just saying that.” Jean said. You could have sworn he was pouting.

“How about I make it up to you?” You smile and lean over to kiss his lips gently. He didn’t kiss back. You smirked because you knew what game he was playing and you always win.

You straddled your pouty boyfriend and leaned over and started to leave light kisses all over his neck. Your teeth lightly tugged at his sweet spot making his whole body stiffen as he held in a moan. The corners of your mouth turned upward as you felt his member harden below you.

You shifted your body downward so you were laying in between his legs looking up at him with lustrous eyes. Your hands massaged the inside of his legs and eventually you were rubbing him through his pants. Jean’s hands flew to his face trying to cover the soft moans that were escaping his lips.

Deciding it was enough playing, you unbuckled his belt and grabbed his member from out of his pants. You watched it slap his stomach as it was released from its prison.

You grabbed him firmly and ran your hand up and down his member lightly then placing a kiss on the tip. You ran your tongue under his shaft and his involuntarily bucked his hips into your hand.

“You’re a real sight you know that, right?” You asked looking up at him. He looked down at you his droopy eyes and a flustered face. You took his whole shaft into your warm and wet throat fully making him whimper extremely loudly. Your hands gripped onto his thighs as you working your mouth on his cock.

Jean’s hands found their way into your hair pulling his back into a makeshift ponytail as your worked your mouth. He pushed your head down further making you gag a bit but you kept bobbing your head up and down of his shaft.

“Oh- oh my god. Suck it, baby. Suck my cock. Holy shit-” Jean moaned as he bucked his hips loosely into your throat.

“You’re so pretty- You’re gonna make me cum- you’re gonna make me cum! Oh fuck-” Jean’s moaning was cut short when he pushed one final thrust into your awaiting mouth and released his thick ropes of cum. You swallowed every last bit of it.

Jean release his grip on your hair and you slowly removed your mouth from his softening member. You rested your head on his hip looking up at him with a lazy smile. He smiled back at you and ran his thumb at the corner of your mouth getting some left over cum and putting it back in your mouth.

“Are you done being a pouty baby now?” You asked.

“I wasn’t even pouty.” He said and you gave him a look. “Okay maybe a little.”

demi & selena {dirty imagine}

“do you even know how fucking sexy you are?” ms. lovato mutters in my ear as she bends me over her desk. i moan feeling her fingers, slide up my ass slapping it nice and hard. “ughhh fuck ms. lovato!” i whimper. “you like that you nasty whore?” she whispers in my ear, biting down on my earlobe. her hands slide my undies aside, ramming two fingers inside me. “oh fuck yes!!” i moan gripping the sides of the desk. “such a dirty slut selena.” she smiles against my skin. her lips kiss down my neck. “do you want to cum baby girl?” she asks, swirling her fingers inside me. my eyes close shut, as her other hand reaches for my clit. “ohh you love that dont you?!” ms. lovato giggles rubbing harder on my swollen bud. “yes yes please make me cum!!” i shout rocking my hips. “thats it selena, cum for my baby, cum i want to taste all your sweet juices.” she whispers filling my hole with her three fingers. i grab onto the desk even more as my legs start shaking, and the knot in the pit of my stomach starts to rise. “ selena, selena….”

“selena!!!” my teachers voice, drags me back to the plain classroom. “huh? what!” i nearly shout looking around the class. everyones eyes are on me. “pay attention! we have a finals next week and your not going to pass sleeping through the review!” ms.lovato says smacking her ruler on the board. i try to contain a moan as i imagine her smacking my ass with it, bending me over her desk and letting the ruler connect with my ass cheeks. i can feel the slippery feeling in between my legs. i bite my lip watching as ms.lovato scribbles things on the board. i watch as her ass moves from side to side in her tight pencil skirt. i imagine having my tongue inside her making her yell out my name, having her hands tangled in my hair pushing me further and further into her sweet pussy. i shift in my chair, rubbing my legs together. her white almost see through blouse is a perfect fit, you can see the shape of her breasts, round and big. oh how i want them in my mouth. “selena.” ms.lovato says. “yes.” i say looking at my sexy teacher. “what is the answer to this.” she says, pointing to a simple problem written in purple marker on the board.

 my eyes dont want to focus on anything else but her. “the answer.” she says, looking down to my legs as i keep rubbing them together. “i dont know.” i finally say, not letting my eyes fall from hers. “i know ms.lovato!” the girl in front shouts rising her hand high. “whats the answer emily.” ms.lovato says keeping her eyes locked on mine. emily shouts the answer proudly. “very good.” ms. lovato smiles finally letting our gaze drop. 

about a hour later the bell rings for lunch and we all dismiss without a word from ms.lovato. iam the last one to leave the room, when i look back at her she is bending down picking up a paper she dropped. i get a peek at her bright pink undies. i bite my lip rushing into the bathroom, looking down at my soaked undies once i reach the inside of the stall. i dont want to do this in school, but ms. lovato looked so fucking good today, how can i not!!. i slide my hand down my body, going under my skirt rubbing my clit slowly. i lean against the door trying to be quiet. i push two fingers inside me pumping ever so lightly. “ohh.” i whisper covering my mouth as my fingers slide in knuckles deep. i pump faster, listening to my wetness as it makes splotching noises. 

the restroom door opens and i freeze. heels walk by my stall door, i look through the crack of the door to see who just walked in but i see no one. the heels walk by once more and the door opens and shuts. i take a breath, relieved that i didnt get caught. i unlock and walk through my stall door. ms.lovato is standing right in front of the restroom door with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “so what were you doing in there selena?” she smiles. “what do you mean?” i say not looking her in the eye. “oh i think you know what i mean.” she whispers locking the restroom door. can this be really happening?! i must have fallen asleep again. “how long have you been looking at me the way you do?” she smiles walking closer to me.

 i open my mouth to talk but nothing air comes out. she presses her body behind me, grabbing my hips. i watch her in the mirror, as she leans her head down to my ear, biting my earlobe ever so lightly. i gasp, feeling her warm hands run up my stomach then back down. “i bet you taste wonderfully.” she mutters, kissing just behind my ear. i grab her hand, when she pushes under my bra feeling my breasts. “look at yourself.” she whispers turning me to look at her through the mirror. my shirt is wrinkled with her hand under it lifting it to where i can see my whole stomach. i can see my bra about to slip up releasing my breasts. her other hand is tracing the him of my skirt ready to push down. “i want you to watch as i make you feel good okay?” she whispers, pushing her hand past my skirt and undies. “fuck.” i whimper as she cups my pussy. “ohhh look at you.” she laughs, making eye contact with me through the mirror. my mouth falls open when i feel her playing with my little bub between her fingers. her fingers slip inside me triggering me to fall back against her.

 “soaked through, someone is a dirty girl.” she mumbles kissing down my neck. “are you a dirty girl selena?” she asks sliding another finger into me. i bite down hard on my lower lip, trying my hardest not to scream out. “are you?” she repeats ramming her three fingers inside me. “ahhhh yes fuck ms. lovato ! iam such a fucking dirty girl!!” i nearly scream, she smirks at me. 

a bang at the door scares us both. “whos in there!?” someone yells from outside. “shh.” she whispers walking towards the door. i look towards the mirror again to see my shirt all messed up along with my hair and skirt. we hear footsteps walk away. “now go to my class, while i give the janitor an excuse .” she tells me fixing my shirt, while i flatten down my hair and straighten my skirt. “now dont be late.”she smiles, reaching for my ass grabbing it roughly. i moan in response. “go.” she smiles opening the door. walking down to her class, i cant even think straight. images of us in the mirror flicker through my head. i cant fucking believe it. walking into her class i hop up on the her desk moving her things aside. my legs dangle off the edge as i wait for her. 

the door clicks, ms. lovato walks in. she locks it behind her then makes her way to me. “just how i wanted you.” she smiles standing between my legs. “i want a taste of this pussy.” she whispers pulling her lips to mine. “can i ?” she asks as if i was going to deny her. “please.” i whimper, laying back on her desk. her kneels down lifting my skirt up, her fingers trace my inner thighs. rushes of excitement run through my body, waiting for the moment i wanted since i was assigned to this class. she rubs both her hands at each side of my covered pussy. “please.” i beg reaching down to her hands. she laughs, leaning her head forward nipping at my pussy through the fabric. “ohhhhh.” i moan deeply arching my back against the cold wooden desk. “more.” i breath out grabbing her hair in between my fingers. she shakes her head violently between my legs, causing a high pitch moan to leave my lips. she pulls off my undies tossing them aside then pressing her tongue against my pussy lips. “you are really killing me” i smile looking down to her. she smiles sticking her tongue inside me. i feel her warm tongue, slip inside running over my clit, my body reacts almost instantly. “shit yes ms. lovato like that.” i moan pushing her face into me more. “moan my fucking name.” she snaps spitting on my open pussy. “fuck yes !! ms.lovato!! tongue fuck me just like that ms. lovato please dont stop!!” i shout, she hums into me. the sensation nearly throws me over the edge. i whimper wrapping my legs around her neck, “shit shit shit.” i whisper as her tongue swirls around inside me. she smacks my ass, gripping it. “ughh yess.” i grunt grinding my pussy on her face. “uh huh you like that?!” she mutters sticking out her tongue so i can grind down on her. i nod, grabbing my breasts. she pulls away standing up. another whimper leaves my lips, from the lost of her touch. “now stand up you dirty little girl.” she demands walking over to her white board. i do as told and stand letting my skirt fall back down covering myself. “now how bad of a girl have you been?” she asks lifting the ruler from earlier. a small gasp leaves me, thinking back to class when i imagined her doing dirty things with that damn ruler and now its happening. “how bad?!” she snaps, slapping the ruler down onto the desk. “very bad.” i reply, just wanting her tongue back inside me. “really?” she smiles walking over to me. she stands behind me once more. “what were you doing in the stall?” she whispers gliding the ruler up my legs. “i-i was umm…” i start but soon get lost in my thoughts to finish. the ruler traces the sides of my legs then under my skirt touching my ass. then sliding down in between my legs, laying flat on my pussy. “what were you doing?” she hisses slapping it against my pussy. “ugh.” i moan leaning over the desk. “i was touching myself.” i breath out, feeling the sting between my legs.

 she leans against my back, running her hands up my body. “show me.” she whispers in my ear. i turn towards her, sitting down on her desk. she smiles watching my hands as they slip under my skirt. i suck in a breath as my fingertips trace over my clit. i play with my little bud, rubbing down faster and harder with my index and middle finger. i moan, bucking my hips. ms. lovato smiles placing both hands on my knees spreading them wide. my fingers slip inside me, triggering me to moan out. she pulls me forward against her removing my fingers. “i want to do that.” she smiles pressing her lips to mine. the taste of sweet strawberry enters my mouth as her tongue fights mine. she wins in the end, but i dont mind one bit. her hand travels down to my core rubbing me gently then pushing two fingers into me. “please make me cum.” i moan rocking my hips down on her hands. “its so sexy how fucking wet you are.” she smiles pumping her fingers faster. “lay back.” she says pulling down my skirt, and practically ripping off my shirt. “now try not to moan to loud baby.” she laughs, snaking her arms around my thighs, pulling my pussy onto her mouth. i whimper grabbing a handful of her hair, pushing her tongue deep inside me. her lips wrap around my clit, my body reacts all on its own shivering and jerking forward. her two thin fingers, slide easily into me causing a loud whimper and moan to echo through me.  “yes yes ms.lovato !! fuck just like that dont you fucking stop!!” i shout as her tongue circles my clit. “cum i want to suck you dry baby girl cum all over me cum for me.” she mutters against my core. my legs begin shaking, my heart races more than before, and my knot is my stomach feels like it is going to erupt. thousands of dirty words tumble from my lips, as i rush through my high.

 ms. lovato continues licking and nipping on my pussy until there is no more cum leaking out. she rises and sits in her chair with the biggest smile on her face as she watches me lay breathless on her desk. “that was so fucking amazing.” i gasp looking at her. “well iam glad you enjoyed it.” she laughs crossing her arms in front of her chest. “now its time to make you feel good.” i smile standing up, kneeling down in front of her. she smiles slightly, as her eyes follow me. i push her pencil skirt up her thighs, and get a look at her undies that i saw from earlier that day. “god the things i would do to you.” i mumble spreading her legs in front of me. 

“like what?” she asks in a soft tone. my fingers trace the curves of her thighs, soaking every little detail of her skin. “like kiss every single inch of your beautiful body.” i whisper kissing her inner thighs. she whimpers, “i would lick this pussy every single night.” i mumble placing my head between her legs, and nibbling at her covered pussy. she moans, rocking against my mouth. a small wet spot appears right in front of my mouth, as my lips kiss her core. “fuck selena.” she moans grabbing her breasts in both hands squeezing them. “i would want to her you moan my name all nigh long.” i say gripping both sides of her undies, dragging them down her legs. “now i want you to moan my fucking name while i eat this delicious pussy.” i purr sticking my tongue inside her. she moans out grabbing each arm rest of the chair. “shit !” she moans. “moan my fucking name!” i demand slapping her open pussy. “oh shit selena!!” she shouts. “thats it baby let everyone know who the fuck is making you feel this fucking good.” i smirk grabbing her thighs pulling them apart. “no no ughhhhh so deep!” she whimpers in a high pitch voice that ive never heard before. she mutter dirty things under her breath, as i tongue fuck her. “yes selena, please more.” she pants, wanting more. i shove my three fingers inside her. she screams out my name, guiding me to where her favorite spot is. once i find it i attack it. curling my fingers inside her soaked pussy, hitting her g-spot in a fast and hard pace. “holy shit! selena yes baby your making me so fucking wet, this is your pussy. make me cum i want to cum all over you!!!” she moans letting her head fall back against the chair, sinking down. “yes !! iam cumming ! keep fucking my pussy!! ohhh shit selenaaa!” she shouts clenching around my fingers, cumming all over me. i connect my mouth to her pussy, licking her walls clean. “your so sweet.” i smile looking up to her, giving her sensitive clit a long lick. “mmmm” she hums straightening back in her chair. “well that was a fun lunch.” she smiles reaching for her undies, and dropping them in the drawer of her desk. “what a bad girl.” i smile, fixing my skirt for the thousand time in less than  hour. “maybe you can do something about that later tonight.” she winks as the bell echos the halls. “maybe i will, i do need more help to bring my grade up in this class.” i smile. 

hope you enjoyed it ! sorry for the crappy ending…. let me know what you think! thanks for reading! xx 

Old Souls (Sing)

I found a post that talk about the potential “friendship” between Ms Crawly and Mike, if I find the original post I’ll link to it, but here’s a lil thing I wrote! And this is my first time writing Ms Crawly so bare with me. 

Buster Moon walked through the New Moon Theater, nose buried in his clipboard. It was around lunchtime, and he was checking up on all his performers. His next show was going to be a hit; Music throughout the Decades was its title, and it would be a showcase of how music changed and evolved through the years. Yet, as he checked in on each of his actors, he realized he was missing his Fifties act, Mike, he was not in his studio, nor was he on stage.

“Ash? Have you seen Mike?” Buster asked the punk rocker, peeking his head into her rehearsal area. 

“Why would I wanna know where that jerk is?” Ash begrudgingly huffed, strumming out a small piece by Queen. 

Ash.” Buster sternly warned. He understood Mike wasn’t the easiest to be around, but he wanted all of his performers to get along. Or at least try to.

“Sorry.” Ash sighed. “I don’t know where he is, though." 

Buster tried Rosita and Gunter next, asking them the same question. Gunter had a similar reaction to the question as Ash did, but Rosita gently smacked his big belly. 

"I think I saw him going upstairs, he might be going to one of his little spots.” she said sweetly. 

Mike had a habit of finding areas of the theater to hide in whenever he didn’t want to be bothered, or whenever he had an episode. Under the floorboards, in the pocket of a costume coat, the air vent, even the top of the building were just some of his favorite spots. 

Moon thanked Rosita and hopped up the stairs that lead to the main offices. As he made his way towards the door, though, he heard Mike’s voice. 

“What was he like? What was he really like?” Mike asked, but not in his usual accusing voice. He sounded intrigued and excited about something. 

“Well,” answered a shaking old voice. Ms Crawly? “He was a true gentlemen, that wasn’t an act. He was kind, caring, he took time for each of his fans." 

"And what did he look like in real life?” Mike asked again as Buster pressed his ear to the door. “What did he act like?" 

"Well, he was a bit taller than you and he had black spots on his grey fur.” said the old lizard. “He used to add and delete words from his own songs, he added notes and sometimes his band couldn’t even keep up.” she said with a small laugh. 

“And did ya, did ya ever meet him?" 

“I met Frank when I was around twenty or so. I had gone to one of his shows in New York." 

Buster’s ears perked at this. They were talking about Sinatra. 

"Wow,” Mike let out a long breath. “I’ve seen videos and all, but wow." 

"The funny thing is, I don’t think he ever did a show where he wasn’t tipsy!” Ms Crawly giggled, causing Mike to laugh as well. It was a genuine laugh, not a mocking one, but light hearted. “Oh and he danced in the funniest ways." 

"I bet he did! Though, I don’t Buster would let me go on stage drunk." 

"He doesn’t have to know you are.” Ms Crawly said with a mischievous voice. Any other day Buster would’ve went in, scolding the old lizard, but he had never heard Mike get along with anyone this well and he was silent. 

“And do ya, do ya think I could be like him?” Mike asked quietly. 

“Well, I don’t think anyone could be exactly like Frankie, but I think he’s a good person to try and live up to.” she said sweetly. “Which means trying to get along with your coworkers." 

"Frank didn’t get along with Marlon Brando in Guys and Dolls.” You could practically hear Mike crossing his arms in a huff. “And why should I try to get along with ‘em? They’re all no good, sons of-” he caught himself. “I don’t want to get attached to 'em." 

"Well, you can still be nice to someone and not get attached to them, dear.” Ms Crawly sighed. “And I think it would be best to make some….friends." 

"Friends are for soft people, I ain’t soft.” Mike retorted. 

“Well, maybe you could try. For Frank. He would want you to get along with people. And for Nancy.” Buster waited as silence filled the room, he found himself holding his breath. A moment passed before Mike let out a sigh. 

Fine. For Nancy and Frank.” There was a pause before: “Thank you." 

"You’re very welcome, dear. You can always come to me whenever you want to know more." 

Buster thought now was a good time to enter; he gently knocked on the door with his knuckle and opened it. Mike was sitting with his back to the door and had spun around when Moon had entered. Mike quickly stood up, placing his hat, which he had taken off, on his head. 

"Uh, I, thank you, um, see ya Scaly!” The mouse jumped off the desk and tried to push past Moon. 

“Wait just a moment Mike.” Moon held out his paw. “I would like to invite you to lunch, the cast and I were going to go to the café down the street." 

“I, I don’t…” Mike stole a quick glance to Ms Crawly, who gently nodded. “S-sure. I don’t have anythin’ better to do.” he said with a casual shrug and went out the door. 

Ms Crawly and Moon were left alone, the old lizard laughed lightly. “You were listening outside, weren’t you, Mister Moon?” she asked. 

 "Oh yeah.“

A+ (High School AU!) Special Ending for 400 Followers!

category: FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF, and little bit crack

pairing: eunwoo X reader

note: hi guys! i would like to thank you all for supporting me as i dive into the world of writing on tumblr and express myself through cheesy ASTRO scenarios. we hit 400 followers! WOOT WOOT! so to celebrate, i prepared a special secret ending thus continuing the life (Y/N) and Eunwoo have after reuniting in Korea… i love A+ so much and a wave of nostalgia hit me when i typed the title :’) so yeah this is gonna be extra fluffy bc i know how much you guys love fluff <3 tyty ily hope u enjoy and continue to watch me grow here :) (also, if you haven’t read the rest of my A+ series yet then please do before you read this chapter because it’ll make everything better)

warnings: toddler giraffe sanha and embarrassing teacher names

“Sanha you take that back right now!”

Sanha stuck his tongue out at Eunwoo and continued to jump on the couches while chanting, “I love Mommy better than Daddy!”

“You little piece of shi-”

“Eunwoo! We’re going to be late! Also, no cussing in this house!” you rushed into the kitchen with a blazer on, hair tied back, and your dress shoes halfway on your foot.

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Independent Catractor - 3

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Marinette watched Adrien’s very toned ass as he walked away.  He moved like a model on a catwalk, an awful lot like Chat Noir did, actually.  He’d clearly done his research, and immersed himself in the role.  His tail hung and swished with the motion of his hips rather than moving like a real cat’s.  She wondered if a little wire reinforcement might make it work more like the real thing.

“That is one fine backside,” Alya said, elbows on the table and leaning toward her friend.  " You certainly find it mesmerizing.“

Marinette looked away and shook her head slightly.  "No.  I mean, yeah.  It is nice.  Umm… really nice.  But I was thinking about the design of his tail.”

Alya grinned.  "Gonna offer to fix that too, Ms. JOAT?“  She giggled.  "I heard you offering to improve on his collar.”

Marinette shrugged.  "Just being friendly.“  Stormy Weather did one last full body roll before posing and then sauntering off the other side of the stage to interact with the crowd.  A short black woman in the club’s Miraculous Pawramedics suits casually picked up the discarded clothing items and headed back stage.

"And that chin scratch?”

“Hey, if he can play and flirt, so can I.”  Dammit.  Her cheeks were hot again, but fortunately, the blush was unlikely to show in the club’s lighting.  "I am allowed to have fun.“

Alya shrugged.  "I guess I can see why he was unphased about chatting you up in his underwear.”

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Movie Night - Episode 1

I couldn’t resist. If you guys like it, I’ll so as many chaps as movies :-)


Kara rode the elevator up, balancing the items in her hands while she tried to hold her cell phone between her cheek and shoulder.

“This is a stupid idea, isn’t it?” She asked her sister.

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Until the Moon Part 4

A Marauders Fic

Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: Reader is Severus Snape’s little sister. There’s drama there of course, but history adds a lot to it.

Word Count: 1517

Warnings: character death, abuse, blood, verbal abuse, angst

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A/N: Sorry it’s taken me so long to update pretty much anything. Hope you like this! Here comes the angst train!


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sarsmusings  asked:

Sharing that Midtown sweatshirt with Peter constantly! You both are a little unsure of had it originally.

Peter was having the worst morning ever. His breakfast had burnt in the toaster, he’d missed the subway by a margin of about 7 seconds, and had to walk to school in the cold, because aunt May had an early morning meeting and his favorite midtown sweatshirt was nowhere to be found.

Peter was right around 2836% sure his entire day would be shit until he saw you, hair tucked behind your ears, sitting in your desk unsuspecting as he bathed late into class.
You were wearing His midtown sweater. That’s when peter remembered.

The two of you had been caught in the rain a few days prior, while peter had been walking you home.

He’d given you his beloved sweatshirt in an attempt to keep you from getting chilled. You’d kept it on even after the two of you reached your porch, and you’d told him you’d launder it before giving it back.

Fortunately for you, and now for peter, you’d grown somewhat attached to the sweatshirt. It smelled and felt like peter, and you fit in it comfortably.

You’d been running slightly late (thankfully not as late as Peter) this morning, and it had been on the top of your clean clothes pile, and you’d put it on and now peter didn’t think he ever wanted to take it back from you.

“Mr. Parker, do you have a pass?” His teacher inquired, and that’s when Peter realized that he held the entire classroom’s attention, your smile subtly pulling on your lips as Peter blushed, stuttering out “I- I stopped at the office, on the way here, so yeah,” he fumbled in his pocket for the already slightly-crumpled tardy slip and handed it to his teacher who seemed equal parts amused and unimpressed.

“Thank you, Peter,” they spoke as they accepted the pass and peter nodded, sliding into his seat next to you. “We’re on page 184, don’t worry, you haven’t missed much, Flash was ranting about something but he got shut down by Ms. Thompson,” you giggled slightly, speaking quietly to peter as e shuffled to get his book and folder from his backpack.
“Nice shirt,” he said with a smirk once he straightened in his chair, opening his book. You looked down at your outfit and instantly remembered you’d told him you’d give it back.

“Oh, shit, sorry Peter, I can get it back to you after school if you walk me home I- I don’t have anything on under this,” you pulled gently at the sweatshirt with your fingertips, making a slightly apologetic face at Peter.

“No, keep it,”

“What?” You turned around, no longer paying attention to the lesson. “Keep it, it looks better on you,”

And that was how the midtown sweatshirt became the first of MANY objects you and Peter passed back and forth, the list swelling over time to include shoes and sweaters and bracelets, until your closets were basically merged.

Neither of you would ever even think to complain about it.

i love everything so much that i have begun to hate it. or was it vice versa. shit man idk anymore. i don’t know how the sun got there either. someone ask how the sun got there for me. i’m a bit shy and i think the sun is cute. here, just send it this note.

Are you going to like die or something and destroy the earth?
□ Yes
□ No

wait don’t pass it around yet goddammit i forgot to ask if i should be worried or not. don’t giggle. ms. higgins will hear you.

“what’s this”

goddammnit i knew it

“oh a love letter. well it must be good enough for the class to hear” ms higgins unfolds it and reads.

I recently wrote an email to someone, in an effort to cheer them up, that it’s a worthy goal to encourage empathy among individuals. That, in a world that seems so apathetic, that kind of person is valuable. I don’t know if it cheered them up, and I don’t know if I even believe what I wrote. And I realize the only reason I wrote it was because I want to believe it about myself. That it would give me meaning somehow. I’m a selfish person.

Always Mine - Chapter 6


A/N: Here is chapter 6! It is part two of episode 4 from season 7. I just want to thank everyone who has shown this story love and support as well as showing me support. It truly means the world to me!

Rick ran right past Negan and Katherine into the house. Katherine’s’ heart was racing. She was hoping Carl didn’t actually kill one of Negan’s men. That would just mean Negan would retaliate and no one wanted that.

“Your people sure are fucking stupid.” Negan hissed as he pulled her along into the house. When they walked in, they saw Carl pointing a gun at three of Negan’s men.

“Carl, Carl, put it down.” Rick pleaded. Carl glared.

“No. He’s taking all of our medicine. They said only half our stuff.”

“Of fucking course. Oh-ho. Really, Kid?”

Carl glared at him. He noticed for the first time Katherine was there. He saw the way Negan had her wrist in his grasp and he clenched the gun harder.

“You should let her go and leave before you find out how dangerous we all are.”

Katherine’s eyes widened. Did he really just threaten Negan? She knew Carl was just trying to help and protect everyone but all he was doing was putting them in more danger.

“Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my fucking French, but…did you just threaten me?” Katherine swallowed hard . “Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can’t have it. Not him, not me.”

With a burst of andrenaline out of fear of her brother getting hurt, Katherine pulled her wrist out of Negan’s grasp. She ran over to stand next to her father, missing the way Negan scowled.

“Carl, Carl look at me.” Carl locked eyes with his sister. “Just put it down.” The two siblings kept their eyes locked on each other. Carl’s hand had slightly loosened when Negan suddenly grabbed Katherine’s wrist again and tugged her backwards. She winced at the grip on her wrist.

“Don’t be fucking rude, Katherine.” Katherine saw the angry look in his eyes. It had suddenly hit her that she had broken the rule he had given her before they came to Alexandria. Him using her full name confirmed and the look in his eyes told her she was in big trouble.

“We are having a conversation. Now, boy, where  the fuck were we? Oh, yea. Your giant, man-sized balls. No fucking threatening us. Listen, I fucking like you, so I don’t want to go hard proving a point here. You don’t fucking want that. I said half your shit, and half is what I say it is. I’m serious. Fuck, do you want me to prove how serious ? Again?”

Carl looked at his father who was giving him a pleading look. His eyes flicked over to his sister who was giving him the same look.

“Please,” she mouthed silently. Carl exhaled sharply before lowering the gun. Rick immediately took it from him with  a sigh.

“You know, Rick this whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of fucking guns. There’s all the guns you took from my outpost when you wasted all my fucking people with a shit-ton of your own guns, and I’m bettin’ there’s even more, which adds up to an absolute fuck-ton of guns. An as this little emotional outburst just made crystal fucking clear. I can’t allow that. They’re all mine now.”

Katherine’s eyes widened as Negan continued. “So tell me, Rick, where the fuck are my guns?”

Rick lowered his gaze to the ground before turning around and leaving the house. Negan looked at Davey.

“Davey, have the future serial killer here show you where her fucking room is. Pack up all her clothes and put them in my truck.” Davey nodded as Negan pulled her out of the house.

She wanted so badly to argue and say she could pack her own things, not that she wanted to, but she knew Negan was mad at her and she didn’t want to add onto it.

She stayed silent as they stopped in front of the garage where they kept all of the food and weapons. She saw Olivia already standing there.

“I…figured you were coming.”

“Show him where the guns are, Olivia.” Olivia nodded as she stepped back.

“The armory’s inside.”

“You run the show in here,” Negan asked, pulling Katherine around to his front and letting go of her wrist in favor of wrapping his arm around her waist. Rick scowled slightly.

“I-I just keep track of it all, the rations, the guns.” Negan nodded.

“Good. Smart. Don’t let me fucking stop you. Take her out, boys. Show ‘em the goods.” Negan’s men all walked inside, Olivia following. Rick moved to follow but Negan stopped him.

“Wait, wait, wait. While they’re at it, I just want to point out to you that I’m not fucking taking a scrap of your food. Slim pickin’s in here. And I can’t be the only one to notice that you got a fucking fat girl in charge of keeping track of rations, can I?” Katherine couldn’t help but scoff at the way he described Olivia. “Either way, you starve to death, I don’t get shit, so for now, you get to keep all the food. How ‘bout that?”

Rick looked up from the ground.

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, Rick. How about a fucking thank you. You think that might be in order? Or is that to much to fucking ask?! What do you think Kitty Kat, is that to much to ask?” Negan laughed not even bothering to wait for Katherine’s answer, not that she would give one. “Ohh. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but what can I fucking say? You forced my hand, Rick. But it’s like I’ve been trying to tell you, I’m a very reasonable fucking man as long as you cooperate. Are you cooperating?”

“What’s it look like?”

“Oh-ho-ho. I know what it fucking looks like. But what I really want to know is if we’re gonna find all the guns back there or if maybe you got a few fucking just waitin’ for their moment…just like my Lucille.”

Katherine’s eyes moved down to the bloody bat that her father was still holding. She zoned out while a memory hit her.

Henry! You can’t do that silly.”

The little boy laughed as Katherine helped him pick up all his food off the table.

But why Ms. Katherine?”

Katherine giggled and put the plate back on the table with the food now cleaned up.

Because the table isn’t hungry, but you are so eat your lunch.” She tickled his side, making him squeal with laughter. Katherine laughed as a knock sounded on the daycare door. Standing up, she wiped her hands off before walking over and opening it.

She smiled seeing a middle aged woman standing there.

Hi, can I help you?”

She noticed the hospital gown on the woman. It wasn’t abnormal for patients to come down and visit. Some times spending time with the children made them feel better.

I’m um, I’m looking for Katherine?”

“That’s me.” She took notice how the woman’s eyes widened slightly and looked her over. Katherine squrimed slightly, a little uncomfortable. She felt like the woman was sizing her up. She cleared her throat and gave a small smile. “Can I help you with anything?”

“You don’t happen to know a Negan, do you?”

Katherine furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she nodded.

I do. He’s my boyfriend. May I ask why?”

The woman’s eyes sarted to water as she gave a bitter smile.

It’s nice to meet, you Katherine. I’m Lucille. Negan’s wife.”

Katherine remembered that day like it was yesterday. She had felt like someone had punched her in the chest. Her and Negan had been together for almost two months at that point and she had felt so stupid for not realizing Negan was married. There were times when they would be at her apartment and he would get a call before immediately leaving. Sure she’d always ask him where had to run off to but he would always tell her it was work related or he would kiss her and take her to bed before she could even ask more questions. He was a master manipulator.

He knew just what to do to get what he wanted.

“You know what today is, Rick? Today is a fucking banner say. Yes, it is. I think this little arrangement we have is gonna work out just fine.”

Katherine stood by Negan’s side, watching as his men walked back and forth, their arms loaded with all their guns. She watched as Daryl walked past them. He looked so broken and in return, it broke Katherine’s heart. She had never seen Daryl this way before.

“Hold up.” Negan said, taking a a hand gun out of one of his men’s arms. “Let’s see if you’ve been taking good fucking care of my guns.” He cocked the gun and pointed it at Daryl. Katherine’s heart started to pound in her chest. She was relieved when he let Daryl pass, instead raising his arm and shooting a window.

She let out a silent sigh of relief.

“Feels good. Sounds good! Oh, I do believe Lucille’s getting’ a little jealous. What between these guns and my little Kitty Kat over here.” He pulled Katherine to him. Katherine and her father kept their eyes on each other, not wanting to feed into Negan’s games.

They continued to watch as all the guns were loaded in the truck. They all turned their heads when they heard muffle crying. Arat was pushing Olivia out of the garage.

“Arat, we don’t do that unless they do somethin’ to fucking deserve it.” Arat stopped and handed him over the notebook that Olivia kept inventory in.

“Yeah, we went throught the inventory. Guns in the armory, guns they had around the walls, they’re short. Glock 9 and a .22 Bobcat.”

Negan’s face turned serious as he looked up at Olivia.

“Is that true?”

“We had some people leave town. Those guns probably went with them.” Rick quickly said, trying to difuse the situation.

“So Olivia sucks at her job. Is that what you’re fucking sayin’?”

Rick quickly shook his head.

“No. No, I’m not sayin’ that.”

“There should be a full fucking accounting here, right? Top to bottom. Am I right?

“No. I mean yes. The inventory is correct.”

“Good. But not so good, too. You see, what’s in here…isn’t fucking there. You’re two handguns short. Do you know where they are?”

Katherine swallowed hard. She said a silent prayer that Olivia did in fact know where they are so this mess could get cleared up as quick as possible because the look on Negan’s face right now, was scaring her. It was the same look he had the night he killed two of her friends.

“No. I…”

Negan sighed and looked at Rick.

“That’s disappointing, Rick. I thought that we had a fucking understanding. But this…well, this shows that someone’s not on board and I can’t have that.”

He turned to Olivia and stepped closer to her.

“I don’t enjoy killing women. Men, I can waste them all the live long. But at the end of the day, Olivia, my dear this was your responsibility.” Olivia whimpered and Katherine’s heart was once again racing.

'He can’t kill her’ she thought. This was the one thing she had been hoping they would avoid and now because some idiot took two guns without anyone knowing, Olivia’s life was in danger. Katherine could kill whoever did it.

“Look, we can work this out,” Rick said, stepping forward.

“Oh, yes, we can. And I’m going to, right fucking now.” Olivia whimpered again as more tears fell from her eyes. Katherine’s heart broke. Olivia was one of the sweetest people she knew. She didn’t deserve to die for someone elses screw up.

“This was your job, and you screwed up. Keeping track of guns? That shit is fucking life and death.” Negan turned to Rick.

“You go find those fucking guns for me, Rick. I’ll be keeping Olivia here company. Arat, grab her.” Arat grabbed Olivia by the arm while Negan grabbed Katherine’s wrist again and pulled her along.

“You can’t kill her.” Negan looked down at Katherine. They were outside while Olivia was inside making lemonade for them, Arat standing guard.

They had been away from her father for almost ten minutes and they had yet to find the guns. She knew Negan was serious about killing Olivia if he didn’t get those guns and she didn’t want that. She didn’t want anymore of her friends or family to die.

“Not only can I, Kitty Kat, I fucking will if necessary.”

Katherine shook her head and stepped towards him.

“Negan, please. They’ve already lost so many people. P-please don’t.”

Negan looked at her, his intense gaze making her squrim slightly.

“And why should I fucking do what you ask? You disobeyed me today.”

Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat.

“I-I was just trying to help back there. I didn’t mean to break your rules. I-I’m sorry.”

Negan smirked and pulled her into his chest. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist while his other hand gripped her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.

“Your friends need to learn. They need to learn that I am fucking in charge now and there are consequences for their stupid mistakes.” Katherine held in her tears as best as she could.

“Please Negan. Please don’t kill her.” She didn’t want to say what she was about to, but what else was there to do? “I-I’ll do anything.” She been hoping to never get into this situation but now here they were and she was prepared to do anything he wanted in order to keep her friends and family alive.

Negan’s smirk grew into a full toothy grin. His tongue poked out between his teeth as he spoke.

“Is that fucking so?” Katherine tried not to tense. She slowly nodded. “Ya know, I remember you saying that when I was gonna have your daddy chop your little future serial killer brother’s arm off and I didn’t fucking take you up on it. But now I think I will. So, what do you fucking got for me, Doll? And it better be fucking good.”

“W-whatever you want.”

Negan smirked. Those words were music to his ears. He let for of her chin in favor of cupping her cheek. Katherine felt him rub her cheek with his thumb. She would have found it nice if hadn’t been for their history. He bent down close so Katherine could feel his breath hitting her lips.

“You’ll do anything?”

Katherine hesitantly nodded, not liking the look in his eyes. But there was no turning back now. She was doing this for Olivia and everyone else in Alexandria. Sherry’s words came back to her.

A happy Negan means nobody gets hurt.”

Negan got closer to her, their noses bumping into each other.

“I’ve been thinking about getting another wife.” Katherine felt her heart stop. In reality, she should have known that would probably be what he wanted. But it still took her off guard. “And I think my Kitty Kat would be perfect for it. You already know what I like, what I don’t fucking like. You’d be the perfect wife, Doll.” He gave her a villainous grin.  “Yea, yea I fucking like that idea. I’ll spare your little friend if you agree to join me in holy matrimony.”

In truth, she didn’t want to be his wife. She didn’t even want to be near him. But she also didn’t want Olivia to die. And who knows, she’d probably make him more angry if she refused. She then thought about what her friends and family would think. Surely they’d understand she did it to keep them all safe.

“Tick-tock Kitty Kat. The offer only stands for two more minutes.”

Katherine took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry.


Negan grinned.

“Good fucking choice, Doll. Consider your friend spared.”

“Negan!” Negan looked over Katherine’s shoulder to see Arat standing there.

“What?” He stood up straight while Katherine looked down at the ground.

“They found something.”

Katherine’s eyes widened as she choked on a sob. It would be her luck that they find the guns right after she just agreed to be one of Negan’s wives.

Negan smirked.

“Good.” He looked down at Katherine, seeing a tear run down her cheek. He had just got two more guns and a new wife. This day was turning out to be better than he thought. “Let’s go get our guns, Kitty Kat then we can go home and I can go over the rules and shit for being my wife.”

Katherine sniffled as Negan wrapped his arm around her shoulder’s and they made their way back out to the truck.

After getting the guns back and making sure everything was loaded, they all headed back towards the front gates.

“Hell of a place you got here, Rick.”

Rick nodded, looking at Katherine who hadn’t said anything since they found the guns. In fact she hadn’t even looked at him since then. He immediately thought Negan had done something to her but there was no way Negan was going to let him ask her about it.

Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, he looked behind Negan. He saw Michonne standing in the abandoned shack that was just inside Alexandria’s walls. Clearing his throat, he looked back at the man in front of him.

“Give me a second.”

Negan looked him over and gave a small smirk.


Rick sighed.

“Please, can you just…give me a second?”

Negan didn’t say anything which Rick took as a yes. Katherine didn’t look up as her father walked away. She was to filled with shame and embarrasment to even look at him right now.

“What do you think? Should we tell your daddy about our fucking union or do you think he’s had enough for one day?” Negan chuckled. Katherine bit her tongue, not wanting to lash out at him. She just settled for shaking her head. “Yea you’re probably right. Fuck, we wouldn’t wanna add any more wrinkles to that face now would we?”

Katherine felt so sick to her stomach. She kept her eyes closed and tuned everything out in an effort to keep the contents of her stomach where they were. She had hid from this man for almost a year. She had never wanted to see or be with him again, yet she had just agreed to become his wife. If she had waited a few more minutes, she wouldn’t have even had to answer because they would have found the guns. But now there was no turning back. Now that she had agreed, she knew Negan wouldn’t let her back out.

She hadn’t realized how long she had zoned out for until Negan squeezed her shoulder. Snapping out of it, she heard him laughing.

“Jesus, even in the fucking apocalypse you still space out?” Negan shook his head. “Say goodbye to your fucking daddy, Doll. We’re going.” She looked up at him as he unwound his arm from her waist. She immediately took the opportunity to run to her father. Rick immediately wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“I love you.” She whispered, squeezing him tight. Rick squeezed back just as tight.

“I love you too. I’m gonna get you out of there, okay. I promise.” Katherine nodded, more tears falling. She heard a throat clear and a hand on her arm, pulling her out of her dad’s grip.

“Well wasn’t that fucking sweet. But we gotta get going, Rick. I’ve got plans to make.” He smirked down at Katherine who glared at him. He just laughed and led her over to the truck they rode in on. Katherine got in and sat in her seat as Negan walked back over to her father to grab Lucille.

She watched as he said something to him before walking back to the truck. Once he was in, he looked at Davey who was in the drivers seat.

“Let’s go Davey. I’ve got a wedding plan.”

Katherine closed her eyes as the truck roared to life and they started driving back towards The Sanctuary. She didn’t know what to expect now that she had agreed to be Negan’s wife. Would it actually help her to keep him from killing her friends and family? What if she did something to piss him off and he attacked her friends and family for revenge.

The only thing she did know, is that she had just agreed to marry Negan and now her life was never going to be the same.


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The Bad Boy and The Good Girl [NCT Yuta Oneshot]

REQUESTED: Bad boy!Yuta where your usual seat is taken and the only free seat is next to him and at first he seems cold and unapproachable but really he’s just nervous to talk to you bc he knows how kind and sweet you are???

Narrator’s P.O.V.

Y/N entered her classroom expecting her usual seat to be empty, but apparently, it was taken by some girl that recently transferred to her school. Y/N was a bit upset that the girl took her seat and none of her friends said anything - but she just let it go. She doesn’t really like finding problems with anyone in this school and besides, she’s the new student.

Y/N looked around the classroom in search of an empty seat; and - unfortunately for her - there was an empty seat beside the school’s bad boy - Yuta.

“Just my luck,” Y/N mumbled to herself before walking over.

Y/N didn’t hate him or anything, it was just that he is pretty intimating, cold to lots of people and unapproachable. But, she’ll have to make the best of it.

Y/N walked towards Yuta timidly with her bag hanging on her shoulder and two textbooks in her arm. When she got there, Yuta had his headphones on - not noticing Y/N’s presence.

“Is this seat taken?” Y/N asked but Yuta didn’t hear her. She then decided to take off his headphones and ask him: “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

Yuta looked a little bit angry - but Y/N didn’t care. “Well, there’s nobody sitting there, so you can think that for yourself,” Yuta replied sarcastically.

“You don’t have to sound so sarcastic,” Y/N said trying not to raise her voice. “I was just being polite.”

Yuta just looked at her with no sign of apologetic and put his headphones back on. Y/N sighed lightly and sat on the chair.


“Hey Y/N, how do you do this?” One of their classmates asked.

“Let me see,” Y/N said as she looked at the question and began to explain to her classmate.

Yuta stole a glance at her and looked at her beautiful and gentle smile. Honestly, Yuta has like the biggest crush on Y/N since the first day he laid eyes on her - it’s cliché, but it’s true. Y/N made him nervous every single moment; that’s why he’s acting cold. He doesn’t want Y/N to know that he’s nervous and all.

“Thank you so much Y/N, you’re the best.”

“No problem,” Y/N replied and continued to do her work.

Y/N noticed that Yuta was looking at her. Y/N looked at him and gave him a really sweet smile. Yuta immediately looked away trying to hide his face from embarrassment.

Yuta mentally punched himself for feeling embarrassed and hoped that Y/N didn’t realise it.


The day after that, Y/N came in and sat at the same place - beside the bad boy. Her usual seat wasn’t taken today, but she insisted on seating at the same place. Like you expect, Y/N has some feelings for Yuta, but it isn’t as strong because lots of the girls in the school liked him and he has a reputation - so, she basically has no chance. In addition, Yuta is like a bad boy. Y/N doesn’t really like bad boys that much - but something about Yuta just attracts her to him.

As Y/N sat beside Yuta, she greeted him with a smile and took out her phone. Y/N began playing a game that interested Yuta - a lot - because he played this exact same game too.

Yuta watched in amazement at how good Y/N was at the game and how relaxed she was playing. When he plays the game, he’s very serious and all - so she’s like the complete opposite.

“Aww,” Y/N whined in disappointment when she lost the game.

“You should use this card instead of the because that card is the monsters weakness,” Yuta said in a gentle voice to Y/N.

Y/N looked a bit shock at Yuta’s sudden gentleness and listened to what he said.

After playing that level and passing it, Y/N smiled widely and thanked Yuta.

“You’re welcome,” Yuta said with a small smile.

“I didn’t know you would like this game,” Y/N said.

“Well, you don’t know a lot of things about me,” Yuta said with a little smirk.

“Oh really?” Y/N asked not really believing him.

“Yeah, and when you do, you might even fall in love with me,” Yuta confidently teased her.

“Wow, Mr. Bad Boy is all flirtatious,” Y/N teased him.

“Wait, what? Mr. Bad Boy?” Yuta asked. “Is that what you all are calling me?”

“Yeah, cause you’re pretty bad,” Y/N teased with a little giggle.

“Alright, tell me what makes me a bad boy,” Yuta challenged her.

“Well, your clothes aren’t tucked in, you play with your phone during class, you’ve tried smoking and you’ve bullied some students,” Y/N said.

“Okay, the clothes and the phone is true. But, the smoking isn’t. Where did you hear that from?” Yuta asked with a little pout.

“It’s a gossip the whole school’s been talking about,” Y/N said.

“Well, the whole school’s wrong. The only time I touched a cigarette was to hide it from my father, so he’ll stop smoking,” Yuta explained himself.

“Okay fine, what about the bullied part?” Y/N asked.

“Bully? I don’t think I’ve bullied anyone,” Yuta said with a frown.

To Y/N, Yuta’s frown was probably the cutest thing ever.

“The girls said that they saw you scolding some guy and threatening him,” Y/N said.

“Hmm, let me think,” Yuta said trying his hardest to recall - and it came to his mind. “That wasn’t bullying - I believe. It’s more like lending a helping hand.”

“How is it helping hand?” Y/N asked curiously.

“Well, you see, my friend was being bullied by another person; and I, just stepped in to help him not get bullied anymore,” Yuta explained.

“Oh, I see,” Y/N said with a nod. “So, Mr. Bad Boy has some good in his blood then - huh?”

“Well, of course, I do,” Yuta said with a smirk. “And maybe, Ms. Good Girl has some bad blood running in her veins?”

“Ms. Good Girl?” Y/N asked in shock and tried her hardest not to laugh.

“Well, you’re like the kindest and sweetest person in the school,” Yuta said.

“Okay, I’m not bragging or anything - but it is true,” Y/N said in a joking way.

“Oh wow, Ms. Good Girl is a showoff,” Yuta teased and Y/N hit him lightly - making him laugh.

“I am not and I can be a pretty bad myself,” Y/N said.

“Ms. Good Girl can be bad too?” Yuta asked in slight disbelief.

“Umm yes, I’ve chewed gum before and our school doesn’t allow gum on campus,” Y/N said.

“I’ve done that too, it’s pretty normal,” Yuta said pretending not to be impressed.

“Ummm, I’ve returned a book late and haven’t paid the fine yet,” Y/N said.

“That’s something a nerd would do,” Yuta teased.

“Fine, I once skipped class and went to the rooftop because I didn’t want to see our maths teacher,” Y/N said softly.

“Alright, now that’s pretty bad for someone like you,” Yuta said impressed - making Y/N smile widely.

“You don’t seem cold at all,” Y/N said. to Yuta.

“Well, it’s because I was nervous,” Yuta confessed.


“Because you’re sitting beside me.”

“And why would Ms. Good Girl make Mr. Bad Boy nervous?” Y/N asked with a giggle.

“Because Ms. Good Girl is the prettiest and kindest person that Mr. Bad Boy has ever seen,” Yuta said with a slight blush appearing.

Y/N was a little shock at his sudden comments but accepted it. “Well, I’m happy that Mr. Bad Boy think of Ms. Good Girl that way,” Y/N said with a smile. “Because there’s something that attracts Ms. Good Girl to Mr. Bad Boy.”

Yuta smiled upon hearing Y/N’s words and the teacher came in - unexpectedly late.

“Class I apologise for being late. Please open your textbooks to page 142,” the teacher said as she settles down.

Yuta looked at Y/N and felt his heart racing because the two felt the same way about each other.

Yuta took out a piece of paper and began to write something and passed it to Y/N without the teacher seeing:

How about we meet at the rooftop during lunch?

Y/N then wrote on the paper as a reply:

Won’t we get in trouble?

Yuta smirked at her words and replied:

Well, Ms. Good Girl has to try being a bad girl for once.

Y/N rolled her eyes with a slight giggle as she read the messaged and replied:

And Mr. Bad Boy needs to be a good boy for once and stop writing messages like this so we don’t get in trouble.

Yuta took another piece of paper, because the first one is filled, and wrote:

Okay, but let me just send you a few more, maybe two?

Y/N glanced at Yuta a little and a small smile appeared as she wrote:

Okay, shoot it.

Yuta took a deep breath before writing this because this question will either be a beginning of something wonderful, or something horribly wrong:

Would you like to be the good girl that every bad boy needs?

Y/N was a little shock and gasp a little - luckily the teacher didn’t hear her:

Is Mr. Bad Boy confessing to me?

Yuta took another paper and wrote:

Yes, because Mr. Bad Boy is deeply in love with Ms. Good Girl and wants to give this relationship a try.

Before Y/N could write anything back, the paper was taken by their class teacher. “You two,” their teacher said and pointed to Y/N and Yuta. “Principal’s office, now.”

Y/N and Yuta awkwardly stood up - trying not to laugh - and immediately walked out the class.

As the two began walking across the hallway to the principal’s office, Yuta asked the question again. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Y/N immediately kissed him - giving him a little shock but he immediately returned the kiss.


So, you could say that the two are one of the most popular couples in the school and their relationship lasted longer than anyone expected.

They’ve settled down, have kids, actually jobs, a proper house of their own. It’s something that no one in their school expected.



privatemumbles  asked:

☭ x- determinedtopun

* b–babe what are you doing–?”

“ it’’s over now. come on, let’s fix this together.”
Half HP: “ h–hey! we can work this out! take it easy–! please!“
Low HP: “… you’re not going to kill me are you?”
Defeat: “ … i still love you– i want you to know that. nothing will change that.”
Death: “ i–… i don’t want to die.“
Assist:  “ looks like you could use a little backbone.”
Taunt: “ if you don’t stop then i’m going to have to fight back sans–!”
Reacting to Taunt:  [ * Sans only gives the other a sad smile ]
Flee: “ just— just wait for me! i won’t leave you. “
Reacting to Flee: “ – wait! please just tell me what’s wrong–!”
Tie:  “… we knew from the beginning neither of us would win this. you can’t outmatch yourself.” 
Perfect Victory:  “ alright babe… i’m going to help you okay? you’ll be okay. i promise…”
Low HP Victory:  “ enough sans… just… enough… p l e a s e”
Finishing Move:

“ lets go home sans. “

[ Sans is Sparing you. ]


Last batch of some creepypasta / slenderverse characters. I do plan on making these into acrylic charms in the future.  In order we have Kagekao, Zalgo, The Rake, Bloody Painter, The Puppeteer, Lost Silver, Nurse Ann, @hellishgayliath OC Xena, @comickit OC Ms.P, MY OC’s HeArtBeAt, Kaya, and Ms. Giggles, Smile Dog, Grinny, Seedeater, Grossman, Jason The Toymaker, and Laughing Jill.

Let's Drive - rotbtd Road Trip AU

This was something punziella and I have been talking about collabing on for the loooongest time.  Credit goes to her for most of the plot of this chapter ^.^ (psst this is like the official song for this chapter, if you wanna listen and read)

The world seemed to whizz by in black and white as she sped down the street on her little pink bicycle.  The groceries rustled restlessly in the white whicker basket.  Rapunzel liked running errands.  Mostly because was the only time she ever got out of the house.

This was ridiculous.  Shouldn’t graduating high school feel…different?  It should feel like something, at least.  Like the end of a chapter in a small part of your life.  Maybe it was because she was the only one not doing anything after high school.  Everyone she knew was moving on — going to college, traveling the world, doing something.  But Rapunzel was just staying at home.

It wasn’t like her mother was doing it on purpose.  She needed Rapunzel to stay home because they didn’t have enough money for college, and besides, if she left who would take care of her mother?

So she did stay.  Living every day the same as the last.  It wasn’t as bad as Rapunzel was making it out to be.  It was just…stagnant.

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