no seating plan

anonymous asked:

i don't know if you want to answer these kind of questions but i'll take my shot. i decided i'd like to go and see martin's play but i have no idea how the seating plan is at the theater and what kind of seat is "good enough". i'm looking at the seats right now and i don't know how's the view from the seats that are available, bc i'm not familiar with this venue. how did you make the decision? were you happy with your seat, did you see the stage properly etc?

Hi Anon! I love to help so I don’t mind these kinds of questions at all =) I understand what you mean, at first I was sort of scared when I booked my seats because i thought it wouldn’t be very good seats but I was SO HAPPY afterwards. I saw the play 3 times: the first time from the balcony. That one was just bad because it was very far away. I could see them but they looked so tiny and sometimes the volume wasn’t that good. But it wasn’t a seat I booked in advance, i just went there 5 minutes before the play began and they had that one haha. Now the other 2 were stalls seats. Rows D and E and they were quite in the middle of the stage. I think it was one of the best decisions. You can see the actors PERFECTLY, with DETAIL. I think Martin looked my way even a couple of times or so I thought ahahha. But like you can see their faces, eyes, everything. I remember the last show i went to after one of the costume changes, a lock of Martin’s hair was sticking up and it was so funny to see until he touched his head and he fixed it hahaha. It was CUTE and you could even see that kind of detail. I know lots of people have closer seats, perhaps row C would be nice too. People in the very front seats I think might not see for instance their shoes or some stuff Martin does with his feet at some point. I think, i am not sure. What I didn’t like is that there isn’t much leg room between the seats but that’s fine, it’s not a long haul flight :P Martin is usually more towards the right side of the stage, like he stands or sits there more than towards the left. When I say right is from the viewers point of view of course. I think I took a photo from inside the theatre but I don’t have it right now (i didnt take pics of the actors though). 
There’s also this website where you can not only buy tickets but also check reviews from the different seating locations and for each seat. Sometimes even reviews of each seat and photos. It’s very useful and i’m sure you’ll find it so. The green ones are better reviewed than the darker ones. But I suppose it also depends on the kind of stage that’s set up, this one is quite on stage level? i dont know the theatre language but like it’s not “raised”??
Hope this helps! Ask away if you have more questions :))) 

Signs as Teachers

Aries: Passionate teacher whose eyes light up when people answer questions and start debates. Grades papers in so much detail it’s annoying. Assigns “going outside” as homework. Absolutely loves Kahoot quizzes.

Taurus: Procrastinates on marking papers, and when a student doodles on the worksheet, they complete the doodle. Rewards students with chocolate every time they get a question right.

Gemini: Students always look forward to their entertaining lessons. Lethal levels of sass and always has cool stories to share. Super neat handwriting and always carries around their personal whiteboard marker collection.

Cancer: Soft-spoken teacher who often gets drowned out by the class. Can be super strict and fierce when pissed off. Cute handwriting and draws smiley faces on every worksheet.

Leo: Loud and intimidating. Their powerpoint slides are always aesthetically-pleasing with great font choices. Has the best studying strategies.

Virgo: Strict when marking papers, examines each paper down the very last detail. Hates students with illegible handwriting, but their lessons are very enriching. Always on time to class, and always dismisses students exactly on time.

Libra: Fashionable teacher who has a different outfit every single day. Treats the students like friends, and very very approachable. Often discusses problems with students over a cup of coffee, their treat.

Scorpio: Their handwriting is absolute chicken scratch. Loves marking in green ink for no apparent reason. Very supportive and often comes up with weird-ass lesson plans.

Sagittarius: The teacher who doesn’t bother with lesson plans. Spontaneously shows videos completely unrelated to the class at hand. Often dismisses the students early.

Capricorn: Marks every paper on time, and their handwriting varies everytime. Ships students and bases their seating plans off their ships.

Aquarius: The teacher who often forgets important stuff, but remembers random facts slightly related to the lesson. Doesn’t bother to bring stationery at all, and their laptop is almost always at 10% battery.

Pisces: Shady teacher who students don’t know a single thing about. Wears either an all-pastel outfit or a totally black outfit. Has cool stationery that they often lend to students.

Things to expect in your first year of uni:

1. Sometimes you don’t make a solid group of friends straight away, so don’t feel too upset. I’m a second year and I’ve only really now started adding people on Facebook and forming casual friendships. It happens. If you do make good friends - awesome.

2.  Pre-readings and online modules prior to lectures and/or tutorials. DO THEM. Skim through readings if you’re short on time, and do the prep work the week before. Trust and save yourself from having to go through everything within days (multiplied by X units) before your exams.

3. Realising once you’re in your new home no, you did not need to pack every belonging you have, because yes, everything DOES. NOT. FIT.

4. Realising how much stuff you have but don’t need.

5. If moving out of home, bills and rent or paying for accommodation can be STRESSFUL.

6. ~Adulting~

7. How sometimes boring general core units are. It sucks but have to be done.

8. Your tutor not haggling you about studying more and stuff, ‘cause that’s all on you. If it’s the tutor’s fault, I would suggest bringing that up with the head of the school/faculty or even your student guild to think of solutions.

9. By approx. week 5 to week 6, class numbers begin to exponentially drop, most significantly within the last three weeks of semester.

10. Yes, older people study at uni too. Most of them are nice, genuine, and nervous. Yes, sometimes they do older people things.

11. There are many, many intelligent and kind people in university.

12. Some people have significantly different work ethics.

13. Going to the wrong class across the year is a-OK. I walked into an upper year math lecture and realised the lecturer wasn’t who mine actually was. Whispered very loudly “OH MY GOD” and walked straight out. We’ve all been there. Just kindly walk out and pretend nothing even happened.

14. University life is more than academics. Take a leap and do things.

15. You’ll have to do more than your degree to get to where you want to be.

16.  People party a lot, you can be one of them but if you want to keep up your grades, please balance it with your studies, work and other commitments!

17. University can either be harder or easier than high school. For me? Easier so far. Further units will be difficult. But you’ll learn a lot of useful and enriching knowledge which is worth something more than what you might learn in high school.

18. Seating plans don’t exist, but if you’re gonna change seats every week, you’re most definitely messin’ up the system.

What other things can first years expect? Whether you’re fresh out of first-year like me or a tertiary education veteran, I’ll make sure to update this continuously with all of our input!

Confessions

a bitch neeeeeeds some soft peter action 🤧 i was thinking of something like sitting on peters lap and making out with him and him holding you close and leading to something more ? -Anon

Summary: A study date turn… date?

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 3k+

Note: Thanks for the request! It’s a lil different but it’s going to be a two part series if ya’ll want it to be! Thanks for the request! Be sure to send them through here loveliess

Warning(s)?: fLUFF and A LiL SmUtTTTT, swearing (like come on when is there no swearing?)

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Part 2

Confessions

You walked down the hallway making your way to your locker. Putting in your combinations, you opened the locker and traded your english book for your physic books. Sighing, you slowly begin to shut the locker, knowing that this period was going to be quite long and boring. You didn’t mind school really knowing it had to be done but you always had one trouble with subject… physics. You were currently sitting on a failing grade and you needed to make it up on your mid terms.

You glanced to your side to students begin to pile into the classrooms. You turned around and walked away from your locker, making your way to your physics class. Unfortunately you didn’t really share this class with anyone you knew… except him.

You have been developing some… feelings for a certain brown haired, brown eyed boy who always sat at the back of the class. He was very quiet, always completing his work, almost getting perfect grades on every test. You envied him in a lot of ways. You thought… How could someone be so… attractive and smart? It’s got to be illegal.

“Miss Y/L/N Your gonna stand there for the rest of the period?” Your physics teacher, Mr West states with distaste. You never got along with him, then again no one did. He was just one of those teachers.

“Maybe..” You mumble nervously, glancing around the classroom to notice pretty much all the seat have been filled. This class didn’t have a seating plan so it was first in best dressed.

The Teacher sighed.

“Take a seat before I decide to also fail you in behaviour” He teacher-threatened. You gulped nervously as a few snickers went around in the classroom. You weren’t a so called geek but you weren’t exactly popular either. You were in the middle, unnoticed, that’s how you liked it.

You ducked your head shamefully and moved to the back of the class, noticing a empty chair. You put your books and pencil case down on the bench before popping onto the stool. You let out a frustrated sigh, great… now the whole class knows your failing Physics…

You let out a tired groaned and rested your head against you arms. You notice Mr West begin with his lesson, going on about Newton’s Law and what not… to be honest you weren’t really interested. You were perfectly happily with getting an hour of much needed sleep in before heading home. Fortunately Physics was the last period for the day. Well this was until you felt a small nudge bump your elbow gently. You didn’t bother lifting your head, not really in the mood to communicate with your table partner. Not that you had a chance to look at who it was seeing you kept your head down when you walked over to the spare seat.

The next thing you heard was someone softly clearing their throat. You lifted your head slightly, thinking maybe your table partner was signalling that the teacher had noticed your lack of attention. You glanced up to see Mr West to engrossed with writing on the bored the activity he sat out to notice you had spaced… again. You debated about getting some sleep then decided against it. You rested your chin on your arms instead, wanting the class to be over as soon as possible.

You realised you were being rude to whoever was next to you but you were too tired to care.

“That’s… wrong” you heard someone mumble from beside you. You sat back up straight, glancing up to the board to see what was on it.

Finally you turned to see who was sitting next to you.

Your eyes widened in shock. It was… him.

You practically choked and swiftly turned back around to face the front as he turned to face you.

“W-w-hat’s w-wrong” You stuttered out, attempting to do some small talk. The whole time you could feel your hands begin to shake with nerves, you pulled your sweater past your wrists to cover them.

“It’s supposed to be speed over time not time over speed” He stated, clearly engrossed in his work. You took a glance to the side to see he wasn’t looking at you anymore. Your eyes adverted to his books, seeing his neat calculations mapped out.

You hadn’t realised you leaned closer, his hand writing small so it was a bit hard to read.

You felt warmth begin to crawl up into your cheeks as you realised what you were doing.

“Sorry” You quickly muttered apologetically before leaning back, opening up your book and began getting your utensils out. He probably thought you were looking at how to cheat off of him.

But you were wrong.

He has literally dreamed about you being close to him… so much so they have turned into fantasies.

You began writing down the stuff that was on the board into your notebook. Your eyes scrunching in confusion from time to time when you didn’t understand what it was you were writing.

“D-do you need some h-h-help?” You heard him ask nervously from beside you. You didn’t bother glancing up at him so you slowly nod your head.

He leaned over, glancing at your book to see what you were stuck on. Now it was your turn to feel the butterflies in your stomach to explode at the close proximity of the both of you. Why haven’t you done this earlier? This isn’t so bad…

“Easy…” He began to trail off, then glanced up towards you. He didn’t seem to notice how close the two of you were but little did you know he did, in fact, he did it deliberately. Loving the fact that he could hear your heart speed up when he did so. He smiled to himself, realising he has an effect on you.

“Distance over…” You began, now adverting your gaze from his and back to your book, willingly the butterflies in your stomach to stop.

“Time?” You question, not really sure. You notice a ghost of a smile cross his lips… gosh his lips.. how pink and-

“Close but no…” He said. You glanced up at him confused. He looked at you then towards the pen that was in your hand. He looked back up and raised his eyebrows? What?

Before you knew it he reached for your hand and pulled your pen slowly and delicately out of your hand, beginning to do some of the working out… showing you how it wasn’t time but in fact speed.

You could of sworn you heard your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

“Sorry” he said bashfully soon as he realised what he had done. His cheeks began to redden as he put your pen down, turning back to his own work, leaning away.

“It’s okay…” You wanted to ask badly.. mainly cause you needed to pick up your grade otherwise your parents would literally murder you… but… the selfish part of you just wanted to spend more time with him, and as much time as you could get.

“You don’t happen to…” You began, not really sure how to state it. He looked up to you.

“Could you maybe help me with- umm…” You began to get distracted as you were starting to get lost in his eyes. He seemed to pick up were you were going with the sentence anyways and began to smile from ear to ear, nodding his head so fast you thought it was bound to fall off.

“Yeah of course! I mean um-… Yeah I could do that” He began excitedly then tried playing it off. You softly laughed, enjoying his dorky side that has finally made an appearance. To be honest that was what drew you in in the first place.

“Cool” you tried to respond casually… feeling the beating of your heart increase.

And so did his.

~That afternoon

You guys talked some more during Physics, seeing as the teacher didn’t really seem to notice. It was finally feeling less awkward by the time the bell rang, almost feeling like you and Peter were already friends. You guys left the building together, deciding to go to Peter’s to study. He stated his Aunt May was at work and wouldn’t be back till 6.

You guys walked to his apartment block, got into the elevator and into his apartment. He asked if you wanted anything to eat and drink and you politely declined. You decide to have a little squiz around the apartment. You stumbled upon some pictures that were across the shelf above the tv.

“Aww is this you?” You cooed, reaching for the picture frame noticing it was a very tiny Peter Parker with a toothless grin, his cheeks covered in what seemed to be birthday cake. You heard footsteps rush over and felt the picture frame being taking from you. You turned to see Peter’s face was bright red in embarrassment. You started feeling a little guilty.

“You were cute” You state without realising the words have actually left your mouth on their own accord. He turned to you and you saw a playful smirk on his face.

“Were?” He questioned. You gasped lightly, not knowing where this playful side of Peter was coming from… but you didn’t deny that it was definitely a turn on.

“Okay maybe your still a little cute” You say with a laugh. He joins.

“Umm we can study in my room?” he asks you. You turn to him and raise your eyebrows. His eyes widen in shock at what he had just suggested and he quickly began to shake his head.

“No- no I didn’t mean it like that… well literally I did- but not like that I meant to s-s-study” he tumbled over his words obviously flustered. You couldn’t help but to laugh at his awkwardness.

Wait… why was he nervous? He only tumbled over his words when he was nervous.

“It’s fine, wherever is fine”

~Couple hours later

You guys had decided to study in his room, leaving the door open seeing no one was in the apartment. You guys had spent the past few hours on his bed, you laying down on your belly, your legs across his lap and his book on top of your legs.

“I’m done” you state exhausted, you could feel your brain about to explode. You guys had been studying together, him helping you out whenever you got stuck.

You hadn’t really realised you were laying over him, too engrossed in your work to notice that the warmth was actually peter and not his blanket.

You closed your book with a huff and began to sat up, going backwards. Peter quickly removed his books from on top of your legs, just noticing you were beginning to move. He took a sharp breath as you began sitting up.

He shook his head… willing the thoughts to go away. Your foot had slipped on one of his books and you slipped, your legs managing to get on either side of Peter’s wait, you practically straddling his lap. He leaned his against the wall and closed his eyes.

Thinking you hurt him you wiggled slightly, not knowing that you were actually making things worse.

Second Person??# (writing style)

You guys made your way into the bedroom, going over to the bed sitting on opposite sides from each other. It wasn’t till about halfway through when Y/N began to move, growing uncomfortable with the way she was sitting. She rolled over onto her belly and stretched her legs as she continued reading her page, not really paying attention to what she as doing. Peter lifted his book as her feet came up to rest on his legs. He didn’t mind.

It wasn’t until you moved slightly that you caught his attention. You were too focused on your book, writing answers down here and there to notice your skirt has slightly risen against your stocking covered legs. Peter noticed and he swore his heart had stopped and time stood still. He couldn’t help but to stare… he never noticed how round your ass was. He quickly shook his head, realising what he was doing was so beyond inappropriate and went back to his work.

But every once in a while he would catch himself glancing over to your direction, noticing you still hadn’t adjusted your skirt. He began to wonder if you were doing the deliberately, tempting him with… you.

He began to have thoughts race through his mind, mainly images of your legs wrapped around his legs as he pounded senselessly into you, or your legs around his shoulder as he ate you out. Even ones where he imagines you going down on him, seeing your ass stick out as you sat on your knees. He almost sighed in content at the thought.

Stop it, stop thinking like this…

You lifted your bum slightly, wiggling it to the side to get even more comfortable, you legs moving as well, lightly brushing past his crotch without realising.

He noticed this movement seeing as he’s been more attention to you rather than his homework for the past half and hour. It was torture for him. Trying to think of literally anything but you.

He knew he would have to excuse himself soon to go to the bathroom to take care of his situation. He would have to cover up somehow, making sure you didn’t see his growing bulge. He blamed teenage hormones but he knew it was more than that…

You began to sit up just as he put his books down, ready to head off into the bathroom hoping to get rid off his uncomfortable hard on.

He stopped moving and saw you begin to sit up. He gulped nervously, hoping you wouldn’t glance over in his direction as you did so. She seemed to notice the position they were in hurried her pace, her leg slipping on the books beside me causing her to fall onto my lap, literally.

He felt you literally on him and inhaled sharply, resting his head back against the wall with his eyes clenched shut. Fuck she really had to decide to move right now? How the hell was he going to get you off of him without making it too noticeable.

She began to wriggle slightly, her waist absentmindly coming into contact with his. You were testing his patience that was for sure. He couldn’t help but to let you keep wriggling, enjoying the feeling too much of you pressed up against him. It was so wrong but it felt so right.

Being lost in a trance he kept his eyes shut, just noticing the weight off you beginning to get off of him.

Without thinking his hands shot out to your waist, pulling you back down on top of him. He needed some sort of friction and he needed it now.

You let out a gasp as his eyes were still shut, noticing the veins in his neck beginning to stick out slightly. He gently and slowly rocked you hips against his, letting himself feel you completely letting out a sigh in pleasure.

You didn’t really know what was going on till you felt him. You suppressed the urge to moan yourself, already feeling your panties begin to moisten at the friction.

He couldn’t help but to rock your hips again, this time his fingers digging deeper into your waist turning you on even more. You couldn’t help but to stare at him as he did this, totally lost in the moment. He lifted his head from the wall and leaned forward against you, resting his head into the crook of your neck, his eyes still shut, too entranced in the feeling of you on him.

He rocked your hips one more time, this one harsher. You could feel his bulge basically go between you clothed folds, hearing your wetness rub against his jeans. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You moaned.

He immediately stilled, just realising what it was he had been doing. His face went bright red and he leant away from you ashamed of taking advantage of you like that. He kept a hold of your waist, lifting you up off of him. Without thinking you stilled his movements, craving more and more of his touch. You body felt like it was being ignited and as much as you hated to admit it you needed more. Alot more.

You grabbed one of his hands from his waist and brought it down to your thigh, your hand wrapped around his wrist. He was confused at first, not getting what you were doing. You glanced down to him, locking eye contact noticing a bunch of emotions swirling through his brown orbs which had slightly darken. You were scared, you could feel your heartbeat sore through your chest. But without second guessing yourself you brought his hand under your skirt. His eyes widen slightly.

You put his hand where you needed it most. Against your covered core, pressing his hand gently against it, feeling you panties begin to pool with wetness again at the new sensation. You bit your lip, holding back a moan as you looked into his eyes for a reaction.

‘Holy fuck“ He muttered under his breath, feeling your panties practically soaked with your juices and core lightly throbbing. You noticed his tent in his trousers grow even bigger, the jeans looking like they were cutting off circulation.

He couldn’t help but to think that was the hottest thing in the whole entire world. Enjoying the feeling of how turned on he made you he decide to play around the his fingers a little, lightly pressing his thumb against you. He did it again harder, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head as you let out another moan.

’'Do it again” You whispered… totally entranced on the was making your body feel with the simplest touch. The butterflies that were in your stomach now tripled.

Fuck… I want you so badly..” He moaned out, licking his lips as he listened to your wetness make a sound against his hand turning him on even more.

“Want…me?” You asked, not really getting it.

“Every inch of you…” He leaned up to whisper into your ear. He brought his hand away from your clothed core and you sighed at the loss of contact.

“I want your mouth…” He whispered huskily, snaking his arms around your waist pulling you closer towards him, his bottom lip lightly dragging against your neck, his warm breath fanning your neck causing your heart to melt.

“Your hands…” He continues, his hands moving away from your waist to trail over your arms, reaching for your hands to intertwine them.

“Your heart…” You felt your stomach drop. You stilled without realising. How could it be with just two words your affection for him has doubled?

“W-w-what” you stuttered out, pulling away slightly not believing that any of this was even real. He rested his forehead against yours, hearing both your erratic heart beats.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek. You opened your eyes to see him clench and unclench his jaw, seeming to be deep in thought. You couldn’t help but to stare up at him with love filled eyes. Wanting him to say the words you have being dying to here.

“It’s only fair seeing you stole mine” He says softly, returning your loving gaze with his own. You couldn’t help but to feel you breath hitch in your throat at his words. You stole his…

You wanted to cry out of happiness, you heart seeming to beat faster feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest.

You felt the air in the room change. It felt warmer. He held your gaze as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, not really knowing what to say. You couldn’t concentrate properly. Your mind was to blurry, flooding with Dopamine. You licked your lips, feeling them begin to dry up. His eyes followed this movement, wanting to so badly feel them against his own but he was scared. He felt vulnerable, he has just opened up everything to you without realising and wasn’t sure how you were going to take it.

You guys were so entranced you hadn’t notice the front door opening and closing. You guys just locked gazes with each other.

“Please… say something” He begged sounding vulnerable. You guys were quickly snapped out of your moment by the sound of Aunt May calling out Peter’s name.

“Shit” he quickly muttered, lifting you up by your waist, playing you beside him on the bed. He got up off of his bed and readjusted his jeans, his bulge beginning to go down a bit. You couldn’t help but to watch with a smile, biting your lip as he went out to greet his Aunt.

“She’s here!?” You heard his Aunt ask excitedly. What?

You heard some shushing and hushed whispers but you were too far to make out what they were.

“Have you told her how you feel yet?” this one you heard though you think it was deliberate seeing it was pretty loud.

May!”

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A/N: Sorry this was a bit different to the request Anon! But Part two will be filled with lots of fluff and maybe some more smut???

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you’re in an old car, driving away from your home towards a new adventure, drinking iced coffee with the love of your life in the passenger’s seat, planning where you’re going to stop to see the sunset, and dreaming your adventure to be something amazing

you’re in your best friend’s room, blasting music, singing along to all the words, venting about the latest asshole in your life and commenting on the inevitability of heartbreak and now you’re actually free of the expectations of assholes

you’re sitting by a camp fire, it’s cold and a little windy and you’re drinking mulled apple cider and you can hear your friends laughing in the backgroud, but all that you can focus on is the fire and the feeling that you were meant to be doing something bigger

you can’t sleep, you’re on the verge of tears, and all you can think about is the melancholy ache in the pit of your stomach and how there’s a haunting melody filled with acoustic guitars that you can’t place your finger on

blasting music through the car stereo, wearing cheap sunglasses with your hair down, turning down the road towards the ocean and screaming the words in time with the music so loud with the only intention that even the sea could hear your words

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Guys, Its now been confirmed Camila will appear at the Teen Choice Awards’s tomorrow. It’s also been confirmed that Fifth Harmony will also be appearing too. What perfect timing for the girls to publicly interact for the first time since C’s departure and put all this drama to bed. Congratulate each others success and hug it out? Maybe a dedication of awards to one and other? Oh wait, who am I kidding. Management will make sure the girls COMPLETELY avoid each other and be clear there’s NO interaction what so ever between the girls. Is it just me or is anyone else secretly hoping theres a glitch in the seating plan and all 5 end up sat together? Wheres good karma when you need it?

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BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count: 
3,745

series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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BTS scenario: You doing something that isn’t accepted by korean culture

Anon requested:  Hiiii ! Can you do a reaction of BTS dating a foreigner and BTS is kind of ashamed by their behavior sometimes ? Like something natural in their country but weird in Korea ? Sorry I’m a hoe for illogical BTS Angst 😂


Jin

When Jin saw you leaving your chopsticks in your bowl of rice, he was nearly jelling at you.

„Yah, what are you thinking, leaving you chopsticks like that ? Huh ? Are you trying to insult me ?“

You would take would look at him in confusion, before taking them out and apologizing. He would explain that it’s rude to leave your chopsticks in the bowl and you should rather place them next to it, but keeps his attention to the food.

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Yoongi

He invited you over to their dorm and once you entered, you continued walking inside with your shoes on. You got the hint when he stared at your shoes without saying anything.

„Should I take them off ?“, you asked slightly embarressed.

„Yeah…“, he said bluntly.

You took them off and he just sighed before going into the living room. Later that day you learned that you don’t go inside the hosue with your shoes on because you’ll bring the dirt from outside into the house and spread it there.

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Hoseok

He was slowly loosing his patience when you were talking loudly with someone on your phone while being on the train. Luckily, he didn’t get (too) mad as your call wasn’t long.

„Y/N, I think you don’t know this, but it really rude to talk loudly while being on public transport. People will get mad“, he confessed, turning your mouth into an O shape.

„So that’s why everyone is so quiet here“, you whispered while looking around.

„I’m really sorry, I didn’t know“, you apologized, turning a light shade of red. He just chuckled and you continued your ride in silence.

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Namjoon

You guys just finished your chicken your had a fast food restaurant and were deciding on what to do next when you you saw the waiter from before running towards you. He told you that you left too much moeny behind and came to give it back to you. You explained that the food was tasty so you gave a tip, but Namjoon just stepped accepted the moeny and the waiter left.

„Here in Korea, it’s really rude to leave a tip. They even chase after you, just to give you your money back“, he cleared up, before you even had the chance to ask.

„Why ?“, you questioned in confusion.

„It’s a cultural thing“, he said while enterwining your hands. You didn’t say anything else, being somewhat embarassed.

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Jimin

You finished shopping and decided to take the bus. You entered, paid and sat down in the front. You were searching for Jimin and turned around, when you saw him pointing at a double seat. You got up and walked towards him, when he explained that the seats in the front are meant for pregnant women, elderly and disabled.

„Oh my god, I didn’t know“, you said shocked, feeling bad about your behaviour.

„It’s ok. Good thing there are only few passengers“, he laughed and gestured you to sit in the seats he planned to sit in with you.

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Taehyung

Not having anything left for dinner, you guys decided to go out and buy some groceries. While being on your way, you saw your landlord on the other saide of the street. She saw you, so you winked at her, while Taehyung just bowed polietly. He pulled you down and made you bow too.

„Don’t do that. It’s disrespectful to raise your hand toward an elder“, he said in awe.

„No way, I didn’t know“, you confessed, worried that it left a bad impression on your landlord.

„It’s ok. She won’t be angry, Just make sure to apologize and not do it again“, he smiled his rectangular smile while patting your back, trying to cheer you up.

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Jungkook

You were new to the korean culture, so Jungkook invited you to a traditional korean restaurant. Your order arrived and you were about to eat, hovering with you chopsticks over the dishes, unable to decide where to start. Jungkook catched your hand and put it down on the table.

„It shows that you don’t have manners“, he said bluntly, but laughed shortly after.

Embarrassed, you hid your face behind your hands, but Jungkook just thought it was cute and patted your head.

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The Wrong Tickets

Summary: Your friend buys plane tickets for the two of you, but she accidentally makes you sit apart from each other. That means you have to sit next to a stranger

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,820 words

Warning: Swearing, Fluff 

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Jealous Part 1

Liam x Reader, Theo x Reader

Requested: No

Summary: In which Liam Dunbar and Y/n McCall hate each other so much, that they fall in love with one another, well, with the help of Theo Raeken.

Warning: Swearing, love triangles, death

Notes: This story will be in plenty of parts, like about maximum 20 parts ish


“Why do you have to be such a b*tch sometimes?”

“Me? You know what? We’re over. I don’t need someone like you to be in my life.” He said before walking out. He was your very first boyfriend. A few tears slid down your face but you quickly wiped them away before walking back into the hallway. You ignored the stares everyone gave you and continued walking towards the exit. Until Liam stepped in front of you.

“Oh look, it’s you. What’s wrong? Did someone make you cry?”

“F*ck off Dunbar.”

“I’m guessing you’ll be running back to your boyfriend like the crybaby you are.” A tear slid down your cheek. You ignored his insult and ran out of the school. Liam didn’t stop you for once.

Liam watched you as you ran out of school. His heart felt weird watching you cry. His brain felt weird because you didn’t insult him back. Ever since the two of you met, you’ve been insulting and teasing each other. You couldn’t exactly call it hate, it was more like being frenemies. Unfortunately, Scott hated the fact that his beta and his sister dislike each other, so he constantly puts them together when there were any pack activities.

You ran out of the school, into the woods. You hear a rustle from behind you and you turn around to check. A coyote jumps out and transform into a human male. 

“What the hell? Theo, what do you want?” Theo chuckles.

“I’m not gonna kill you. Gosh, has Stiles gotten in your head?”

“Um well you seem like the guy who would come out of no where, kidnap me and then do things to me.” Theo chuckles again.

“No I’m not, stop assuming things Y/n. I’m only back at Beacon Hills because I want to be apart of the pack. What are you doing here?” He says. 

“Walking.”

“Aren’t you suppose to be in school?”

“Aren’t you?’

“Gosh, just tell me what’s wrong. It isn’t like you to be walking around alone like that. Aren’t you afraid Scott’s gonna be mad at you? There’s something wrong. I can smell it. You’re sad.”

“Theo thinks he knows me so well. Why should I trust you?”

“Because we were best friends before I left. You grew up gorgeous and I want a friend.” You laugh.

“Haha, you have no friends.” Theo glares at you. “Okay fine. Me and my very first boyfriend broke up.” Theo’s face softens.

“Are you okay?” You faintly smile and nod. Unfortunately, Theo can tell that you were lying because he could smell all the sadness coming from you. And he does something he never really does to anyone.

He hugs you.


After that hug, he walked with you around the woods a little more, talking about when you were younger. The two of you reached his truck. Theo offered to drive you home and you accepted it. When you made it home, you were greeted by an angry Scott.

“Where have you been? Liam said you skipped school!” You glance at Liam. He was smirking.

“God, Scotty, do you think I skipped school to party? My boyfriend just broke up with me so I needed some time alone.” Scott’s face softened a bit. From the corner of your eye, you see Liam frown for a slight second before smirking again.

“That son of a b*tch better run away because he messed with the wrong person.” Scott says, eyes glowing red.

“Relax bro. I’m better now, Theo cheered me up.” Scott, Liam and Stiles’ faces dropped. It was silent for a few minutes before someone spoke up.

“THEO RAEKEN WAS NICE TO YOU!!!??? HAHA THATS A FIRST. WHAT IS HE PLANNING?” Stiles yells.

“Ow, Stiles, you don’t have to-”

“You all know I can hear you, right?” Theo asks from behind me. 

“Did we ask you to talk?” Stiles shoots him a glare. Theo shrugs. 

“Since I don’t feel welcomed here, I’m going to go. Night princess, see you tomorrow.” Theo kissed you on the cheek before leaving. You wave goodbye to him. When you look back, Stiles’ jaw has dropped.

“Stiles, sweetie, close your mouth, you don’t wanna eat flies.” You say smirking. He closes his mouth 

“Hey don’t insult and tease me, go do that to Liam.” You all look at Liam, who has his jaw clenched. Scott’s face scrunches up.

“Holy sh*t, Liam. Why do you smell full of jealousy?” 

“W-what no. I’m not. It’s not jealousy. I have n-no idea what you’re talking about.” Liam says before storming off, bumping into you forcefully. 

“Ow.” You mumble out. Scott then kicks Stiles out and the two of us head to do what we need to do before heading to sleep.


“So princess, what are you doing in this hallway at this time?” Theo asks, strolling towards you.

“Oh hey T. I was just studying, I finished everything in class so I asked the teacher if I could study outside for my next class.” Theo sits next to you.

“Wait what are you doing here? Skipping class as usual?” he chuckles.

“Y/n, you gotta stop thinking of me as a bad kid. I asked to go to the washroom.”

“Then what are you doing here? Isn’t your class like on the other side of school?”

“Shhh.” Theo puts his finger on your lips. You smile before turning back to your work.

“What class do you have next that requires so much gibberish?” You look up from your notes and frown.

“This is chemistry.” 

“Who do you have it with?”

“Liam.”

“Just him?” You nod and take out your water bottle.

“Wow, you have chemistry with Liam.” You nearly choke. 

“W-what?” He laughs at your reaction.

“Babe, i’m only talking about the class.” He shifts his gaze to down the hall. 

“Speaking of chemistry, there’s your friend.” He points the thing he was looking at. You turn to see Liam.

“Liam, what are you doing here? Are you skipping class?”

“I finished the history work so I went out to see if you wanted to study together.”

“Yea sure.” You say.

“Wait you guys have history AND chemistry together? Damn, must have a complicated relationship.” You punch him lightly on the shoulder.

“Shut up.” Your turn your attention back to Liam. 

“Baby, can I hug you?” Theo whispers. Before you could answer, strong arms wrapped around your waist. 

A strong stench of jealousy was smelled by Theo. He knew someone was jealous. And that someone was Liam Dunbar. Boy, did Theo have a game to play.

Liam growls at your position, eyes turning amber. You take a quick look at him and widen your eyes at the sight of amber eyes. You push Theo off you.

“Liam.” You say. You get up grabbing his wrist and headed towards the exit.

“You gotta control yourself, Li. You can’t let people see that you’re a werewolf.” Liam looked up with his amber eyes at you and the amber color faded. 

“Come on Li, control yourself. You won’t have me to stop you everyday.” You say, smirking. Liam slightly blushed at the nickname you called him. 

“Well, I don’t need you to stop me anymore.” He counters.

“Fine whatever, let’s get back to school Li.” You grab his wrist again, dragging him inside school, to the same spot you were at a few moments ago.

“Why are you calling me that?” Liam asks as you pulled him. You abruptly stop to think about his question causing him to hit your back, making you tumble.

“Oh shit.” Liam mumbles, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him to keep you from tumbling on the ground. You fall into his chest, breathing in his cologne. You blush a deep red.

“Thanks.” You mumble out.

“Are you gonna answer?” You open your mouth to say something but the bell rings and people were pouring out into the hallway. Theo appears out of nowhere, holding both of your stuff.

“Here guys. Go have fun in chemistry.” Theo smirks and pushes you into the crowd. It seemed as if there were more people that before and you grabbed hold of Liam’s hand, afraid of getting run over by people. He looks at your intertwined hands for a second before continuing. Suddenly the crowd makes a way for the two of you. Liam tries to let go, but you hold on tightly. The people around you stared at your intertwined hands and mumbled things like ‘since when were they together’, ‘I thought they hated each other’ and ‘she’s way out of his league.’  You tighten your hold on Liam and he tenses up, sensing something wrong.

“Just in case you don’t know this, but she’s Scott McCall’s sister, so you mess with her, you mess with him.” Liam shouts to the people. Knowing that, everyone looks away. They knew who Scott was.

The two of you make it to class to realize that everybody is standing up. 

“Mason, what’s going on?’ Liam whispers to Mason, unaware that he was still holding your hand.

“New seating plan.” He whispers back. The teacher walks in.

“Okay class, before we do the test, we will be having a new seating plan. Your names are on your desk so once you find your name, you will be sitting there for a while. The person sitting beside you will be you new science partner. Your test is already on the desk but I will give you five minutes for you to introduce yourself to your new partner.” The teacher gestures everyone to move. Liam finally lets go of your hand. Your hand suddenly feels cold without his but you shake it off. You head off to find your seat and became disappointed when you found your seat and it wasn’t Liam sitting next to it. 

Scott had convinced your mom to get Liam and you to work together in everything, even though you insulted and teased each other. You guys were very different but when it came to group projects, you two worked very well together. (a/n #why by Sabrina carpenter) However, it didn’t seem like that to the chemistry teacher.

Sadly, you sat down as Corey sat beside you.

“Hey y/n. I guess I’m your partner.” He smiles. You smile back. He looks down to his desk.

“You wanted to be with Mason, didn’t you?” You whispered. He looked at you 

“Yeah, did you want to be with Liam?” He asks, while looking at Mason. You take a look at where Liam is sitting.

Beside Hayden Romero. Great.

“I guess.” You shrug before turning your attention on the test.

After you finished the test, you still had 30 minutes of class. You literally had nothing to do. Both Liam and Hayden were finished as well and they were whispering. Hayden puts her hand on his thigh and you tense at the sight. Liam looks at you and smirks. You quickly look away before he does something else to anger you. But you can’t help but feel jealous.

Meanwhile, Liam was feeling sad about not being able to sit with you, but talking to Hayden made him feel a bit better, even though she made fun of him. Hayden’s hand was on his thigh for some reason unknown. The sudden smell of jealousy filled the room and Liam looked for the source. You. And he smirks.


School days kept repeating the same way over and over again. You continued to tease Liam, vise versa, While Theo continued to flirt with you to make someone jealous. Through all that repetition, you three still have not realized your feelings for each other.

Theo was slowly falling in love with you

You were slowly falling in love with Liam

Liam was slowly falling in love with you.

Nobody knew Theo worked for the Dread Doctors and how he was setting everything up to kill Scott. Part of his plan did not include falling in love with you again. So he kept it a secret. But the Dread Doctors knew. And they did something to you.

“Y/n McCall.” One of the doctors say as they walked to where you were tied up. You were kidnapped by them when you took a walk around the block. You groan as you awaken. A device is attached to your arm with a thick tube running into your skin.

“Y/n McCall, terminated.” They say repeatedly. You were too tired to scream and shout. Moments later, one of the doctors walked towards you, holding a needle. Just as they were about to inject you, Theo walks in and widens his eyes at the sight.

“What are you doing??” He runs to try to save you but is easily pushed back. The Dread Doctors injected the needle into your neck.

“Y/N!”

That was the last thing you heard before your heart stopped beating


When your heart stopped beating, the doctors untied you and you fell to the floor. Theo ran up to you and held you in his arms.

“What did you do to her?!??” He screams at them. Tears fall down his face.

“She was a distraction.” They say before walking away. 

Holding you in his arms, Theo realizes his feelings. He has fallen in love with you. And he didn’t have the chance to say it. He loves you.

”God, Y/n, I f*cking love you.” Theo mumbles out at your dead body and kisses you on the forehead one last time before getting ready for tomorrow, the big day.

You were dead, but nobody knows about it

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I never could. // Harry Styles

I was looking through photos earlier that I have on my computer and I sent really weird videos of me explaining the photos to my friends, and because I have a cold I sounded like a man. Also, the anon who requested this, I hope you enjoy!

masterlist

asks // requests

part II


Originally posted by stylesinthewild

(Not My GIF)


You should’ve known he would be there. He was still part of your friendship group even though he hasn’t been to one of Michael’s ‘events,’ as he liked to call them, since he became a household name. 

Harry used to be you best friend. All the way through secondary school you were inseparable. 

Always walking down the corridors to classrooms together, if you had the same lesson you would make it your mission to convince the teachers to put you next to each other in the seating plan but then one of you would have to move because we were talking to each other too much. You would also always make it your mission to sit, stand and just be next to each other at lunch because it was a comfort, you would also always walk home together because you lived so close to each other and it was time for you to just talk about random stuff that we didn’t really think your friends needed to hear about. 

Speaking of your friends though, they always thought that you and Harry would end up together, get married, have kids and tell them that their parents were high-school sweethearts and it did look like that for a while until he auditioned for the X Factor. 

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When I Lost You - Part II - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part IPart II  - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI

There will probably be a continuation to this series. This chapter is from Jaehyun’s point of view.

Word Count: 2458

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst


Jaeyhyun’s POV

It was that one fateful day in freshman year when the seating plan had been shifted and he ended up sitting next to you.

His heartbeat had almost stopped; he’d been crushing on you for almost two months now, and this couldn’t be happening.

You had glanced up and noticed him standing there shyly, and you smiled, introducing yourself.

Of course I know who you are, he thought to himself as he tried to find the proper words to not make a fool of himself during his own introduction.

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anonymous asked:

Top 10 times Chris and Phichit had to team up.

Top 10 Times Chris and Phichit Teamed Up:

10) They teamed up during several twitter wars to viciously defend Viktor and Yuuri’s honour and almost got their accounts suspended several times in the process 

9) They teamed up in a drinking game against Viktor and Yuuri and ended up lying on top of one another giggling when Yuuri drank them all under the table 

8) They teamed up on Instagram by having a friendly competition about who could take the best selfies on the ice and managed to recruit most of the other skaters into the game. Phichit won of course but Chris was a close second

7) They teamed up against Viktor and Yuuri in a pool jousting tournament. Phichit was on Chris’ shoulders while Yuuri was on Viktor’s. Chris and Phichit won and gloated about it for weeks afterwards

6)  The worked together to plan a surprise holiday for Viktor and Yuuri for their one year wedding anniversary 

5) They teamed up for a dance off at a banquet against Viktor and Yuuri and several other skater teams. Both of them still stand by that they won that one although all the other skaters insist they did as well

4) They teamed up during the Viktor and Yuuri’s wedding planning to try and take most of the pressure off Viktor and Yuuri themselves, which meant they spent a lot of time together choosing flower arrangements and working out seating plans. They got paid in free wedding cake samples and happy best friends though so they both agreed it was worth it 

3) They teamed up during Viktor and Yuuri’s bachelor parties because while they were supposed to be doing it separately, with Chris taking Viktor out and Phichit taking Yuuri, both Viktor and Yuuri were mopey drunks when they were apart and so Phichit and Chris met up and threw the party together instead 

2) They teamed up to write their best man speeches and make sure they were as embarrassing as possible, with plenty of stories from both Viktor and Yuuri’s youths and about the two of them together to make all the guests cry tears of laughter. They both considered it revenge for how many years of pining they had to put up with 

1) They teamed up during Viktor and Yuuri’s wedding as the two best men to support their best friends and be by their sides during the ceremony 

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A Richonne Ranking: 40 Moments
[21] Ready – The Distance, 5x11

If there is one visual parallel that defines the Richonne journey (pun intended), it’s Richonne In Cars – a spin-off I could definitely get behind. In part because it was so integral in Clear, an episode that set up both the entire Richonne relationship and their variable car seating plan, the many transmutations of this image have been a key indicator of where their story is at any given time. To pile on the puns, it’s something that drives the story forward; every time we see Rick and Michonne in the front seats of cars, vans, RVs, or really anything on wheels, it’s significant and special, especially when the kids are in the back like they’re all packed up for their annual summer staycation at a nearby low-budget resort. Sometimes Rick’s driving, sometimes it’s Michonne.

Here, the view of Rick and Michonne in the car is a visual cue to the nuclear family set-up they have established, even before we get to their Alexandria living arrangements. No big deal but literally everyone else is packed into the RV – 10 people! – with the new dudes, meanwhile Carl and Baby Judith have a whole backseat to themselves. Rick is clearly hellbent on keeping his highest priority peeps close at hand in case A-town’s a no-go and they need to make a hasty getaway. They are the ones he can’t live without.

After hearing the cheerful, normal sounds coming from behind the walls of Alexandria, he looks to Michonne. In that moment, Rick is wrong. Beautifully, mercifully wrong. Michonne touching his hand feels like an incredibly intimate gesture of support, as if to say, we couldn’t have got here without you. Her confidence is the seal of approval he needs; that’s what allows him to look back at the children and say yes. He’s ready.

  • Andy: It’s so eloquent that nothing needs to be said when you hear sound of children playing. That noise is something that none of them have heard for two years and a sound Rick never thought he’d hear again. Even when Rick is coming toward the gate, everybody is on tenterhooks because they think he’s going to back out. Then he gets a nudge from Michonne and it’s very simple and touching.
  • Danai: She gives him a lot of love and encouragement in that moment because she does see that shift in him. And it’s one of the most important moments that he has that shift. That moment for her is a wonderful thing, because it allows him to get to the point of taking the next step. The love she shows him in that moment is because she knows he’s scared. But it really is a moment of her letting him know, “I am right here… and the battle of the fear taking over and keeping us from taking the next step has been won.”
Wanna One Fuckbois

A/N: the @smols-n-tols groupchat is honestly such a great place for dumping ideas and crying over them bc it’s too painful to think about the perfection that is wanna one also some of these lowkey have plot bc those are the more well-thought out ones

warning: mentions of the twiddly twonk, the horizontal tango, the sexy times

Jisung:

  • liSTEN
  • he tries really hard to be a fuckboi™
  • like he wears the right clothing, licks his lips at appropriate time, even has a hoard of girls that follow him around school
  • but he really can’t do it
  • he’s just too soft to reject anyone?
  • and you teased the hell out of him during his “fuckboi phase”
  • he’d rather deal with taxes and stability than see someone cry bc of him
  • “i can’t keep up with these kids” he says as he sips his tea, watching the rest of wanna one fuck around like the fuckbois they are
  • you, who’s sitting across from him, nod along, stealing a sip of his tea after he sets it down

Sungwoon

  • he’s the jock™
  • he’s the goalkeeper and he’s the type to wear his letterman jacket like 24/7
  • he does it mainly out of pride for being on the varsity soccer team, but it’s also due to the fact girls legit swoon over him in his jacket
  • the type to go after cheerleaders, it’s something about short skirts and pom-poms lmao
  • tbh probably got with everyone on the cheer squad + the young coach
  • anyways, you’re the student body president and you dress like a president
  • slacks, dress shirt/blouse, etc.
  • except one day you wore a pencil skirt to school, and now you can’t get sungwoon to leave you alone

Minhyun

  • ice prince™
  • he’s really closed off, and girls find that really attractive 
  • anyways, he pretends to open up to them, tricking them into thinking he likes them so much he’d open up to them
  • and he doesn’t sleep with them or anything, just lots of building of false hope
  • it’ll last a week before he moves onto a new target, but no one tells each other because the stuff he tells the girls are super sensitive and they don’t want to expose him in anyway
  • joke’s on them, all of his “emotional turmoil and trauma” comes from Jonghyun’s mangas
  • anyways, his next target is you and right as he approaches you, you legit just “bye, felicia” and walk away
  • he’s intrigued by you now as he watches your retreating back

Seongwoo

  • so he’s like the perfect example of fuckboi™
  • flaunts his hickeys and scratch marks on his back
  • and his bff is you, the school’s resident hoe™
  • you two compare hickey marks, rank your partners against each other, just typical fuckboi x hoe conversations 
  • anyways, one night over a couple beers you complain about your last partner and how terrible they were
  • and seongwoo just smirks at you and says “ofc, it’s cuz they’re nothing like me”
  • “you’re full of shit, ong”
  • “really? try me?”
  • and tbh y’all are drunk, shit happens
  • which involve you naked in his bed the next morning oOPS

Jaehwan

  • music fuckboi™
  • frontman of the school’s resident rock band 
  • the band’s actually pretty famous and they have the groupies to prove it
  • jaehwan having the most groupies out of the members since his voice will legit send you to hong kong
  • anyways, you’re not a groupie, more like a ticket person for one of the venues they play at
  • and jaehwan tries to flirt with you, “i’m actually the lead singer”
  • “oh really? i like bassists the best” you don’t even look up from the cashbox
  • yeah, he’s pretty much accepted the challenge to show you that even though bassists do it deeper, singers do it louder

Daniel

  • he’s just the brooding ripped fuckboi™
  • the type to be helping sungwoon with soccer practice before spontaneously taking off his shirt
  • probably has a tattoo or two
  • girls scream, boys faint, everyone in between die
  • you: “huh, it’s like -12 degrees. why is his shirt off?”
  • he messes around bc he’s honestly just bored with life 
  • like he doesn’t really want to do anything so might as well fuck people
  • you actually sleep with him one time, but you wake up before he does and leaves
  • and when he wakes up he’s so confused bc ????
  • he leaves people??? it doesn’t work the other way around??
  • so he keeps on sleeping with you until he can wake up before you
  • spoiler: he never does

Jihoon

  • soft fuckboi™
  • these are honestly the woRST
  • bc you think they’re nice and sweet but no, he’s just leading them on
  • he follows a point system: cheerleader = 15 pts, nerd = 2 pts, etc.
  • he accumulates like 200+ pts per month
  • and no one hates him bc he’s still nice to them afterwards???
  • the only person who hates him is you
  • you found his points journal in the hallway once and never looked at him the same
  • but you’ve never told anyone since no one would believe sweet jihoon with the tragic past would do something like that
  • so you’ve kept quiet
  • however, unknowingly to you, you’re worth 200 pts in his book, so you have no clue why he’s suddenly walking you to class and helping you with homework, and jihoon’s deadset on winning his 200 pts

Woojin

  • not neccessarily a fuckboi™, more like a prankster
  • he’s the type to make fun of people over everything
  • also pulls a bunch of pranks 
  • and tbh some people find that attractive
  • “i love guys with a sense of humor”
  • you: “sweetie, he legit vandalized your locker,,,,”
  • them: “i love guys with a sense of humor”
  • anyways, woojin has a habit of teasing you a l o t
  • like, you got a haircut, well there’s something obviously wrong with it
  • new shirt? hideous 
  • tried out for the talent show? absolutely terrible
  • however, he only does this bc there’s something in his head telling him that there’s something about you,,,,and he doesn’t know how to express it unless it’s through mercilessly teasing you 
  • you tbh don’t put up with any of his bullshit, he gets a bruise everytime

Jinyoung

  • the quiet fuckboi™
  • not really like minhyun in the sense he doesn’t really talk to the people that chase after him
  • he kinda just let them do stuff for him
  • math homework? siyeon from third block’s doing it for him
  • history paper? somi from fourth block’s got it
  • you never understood the hype until you find him making out with the girls behind the gym on different occasions 
  • so when the two of you get partnered for a science project, you make it adamantly clear the two of you are never approaching the gym
  • jinyoung just smirks in his seat and observes you, planning his next move

Daehwi

  • tryhard fuckboi™
  • the type to kiss up to the teacher every time they ask a question
  • and everyone in your class swoons over him bc wOW he’s so smart
  • you just roll your eyes from your second class rank position
  • anyways, daewhi has a habit of flirting with people who he finds useful for him
  • the music project? flirted with mina until she agreed to work with him on it
  • he dropped her after he got the A+
  • i guess kinda like jinyoung except he gets people to help him with stuff while jinyoung just happens to have people that want to help him
  • so while in math class one day the teacher announced that there was going to be a project due in a month
  • and for that week daehwi wouldn’t leave you alone

Guanlin

  • foreign exchange fuckboi™
  • “hey, i’m from taiwan”
  • them: “forEIGNER? HOLA?”
  • you: “,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • anyways, he’s the type to play innocent
  • “what is a, what do you call it in your language? a hickey?”
  • you know the noonas/hyungs are about to teach this boy exactly what a hickey is
  • and tbh it works bc if anyone tries to call him out he pulls the foreigner card
  • “i don’t know how this works in your country!”
  • and you actually are fluent in deciphering bullshit so you see through everything
  • plus you’re his host, so you talk to him normally all the time
  • however, it does get kind of weird when he has weird lapses of memory at home and has to ask you, once again, what french kissing was

i am trash,,,,,,,,,,,,,tbh a lot of these ideas came from some of the smols n tols admins especially admin dandan the catman, daehwi, jinyoung, and woojin. ily <3

Chpater 33 (World’s End):

Chapter 42 (Open Your Eyes):

Engaged Part II

Character/Person : Marquis de Lafayette

Pairing : Marquis de Lafayette x Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Female

Side Note : If your name is Valerie or Effie you’re free to imagine those two character’s names as something else

Warnings : swearing ( as always ), google translated french, lafayette being really sexual in front of children, mentions of death, miscarriage, terribly written smut, i sLIPPED A WHOLE BUNCH OF ORGASM JOKES NEAR THE END IM SORRY

Possibility Of Having Another Part : tbh idk if i made an engaged pt. 3 then it’d be really short like 1.5k words

Genre : Starts off as fluff, then angst, then sexy fluff, but turns into smut

Request : None

Word Count : 8391

Summary : After you pour your heart out to Lafayette about a very touchy subject, he shows you a different side of him that you thought didn’t existed. Sexual tension ensues after you, too, show a caring side and not long afterwards things get heated.

Part I   Part II


Quickly setting down every fork and spoon and pacing back to the kitchen and into the dining room, you were getting hungrier by the minute. You ached for the moment where you would be able to take a seat, talk to your relatives, and just dine. But that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon as your mother was still cooking her last dish. Making you grow more and more impatient as you watched her stir the bisque slowly.

“Mom, we could’ve been done with the food ages ago! You didn’t have to add this meal,” you groaned. She waved you off with her free hand.

“Nonsense, darling! Your fiance’s French. I think it’d be nice to make a French dish.”

“Magnifique!” You groaned even louder at the familiar voice that rang out. If the floor swallowed you right then and there you wouldn’t have minded.

“Why, thank you, Gilbert. See, Y/N? Even your husband has better manners than you.” Lafayette raised an eyebrow at you, a smug look apparent, and you huffed and turned your head off to the side.

“He’s not my husband.”

Grumbling, you pried your attention off of your mother and Lafayette to the platter of fish in front of you. Picking up two lemon slices, you squeezed it and silently prayed the night would go faster and the first official day of the reunion would start already. You would rather be stuck in your bed doing Thomas’s paperwork and listening to him fuck someone into oblivion, making you unable to sleep and focus than be forced to comply with your mother and cook with her. God, what you would do to be back at home.

Being lost in these thoughts and prayers, you didn’t feel Lafayette curl his arms around your waist and bury his tanned face into your neck. You didn’t realize this until he murmured a few words into the crook of your neck, sending vibrations against you.

“Ce qui serait encore mieux que mes manières serait de vous sentir contre moi” /what would be even better than my manners would be to feel you against me/

You jumped, raising your hands that were covered in lemon juice to push him, but he caught your wrists before you could touch him and pulled you against him, spinning you around while doing so. Your position was cliche, to say the least. Your backside was pulled up against him as his hands were snaked around you from behind, holding you gently yet firmly. You could feel his smile push on your skin.

“Continue to squeeze the lemons, chéri. Just act like I’m not here.” He whispered, sensually.

The feeling sent chills down your spine. He chuckled, feeling you shiver slightly. You didn’t find it as amusing as he did. Instead of laughing, you muttered curse words underneath your breath and hoped something would interrupt the two of you so he could get away from you. Your hope even grew when you heard your mother gasp loudly.

Both you and Lafayette glanced up to see your mother gaping at your position.

“You two look so cute,"  you, too, gaped. But instead of gaping in delight, just as your mother was doing, you gaped at your mother in disbelief. Is she serious? Lafayette took a second to search for your reaction, and he wasn’t displeased. Your wide eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and slightly parted mouth was enough to get the Frenchman to laugh. He pressed you closer to him, adoringly.

"I need a picture of this!”

Scrambling out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, you took the opportunity to turn and slap Lafayette. But somehow perfectly replicating your past situation: before you could lay a hand on his goddamn perfect face Lafayette’s slender fingers were latched onto your wrist, stopping you from hitting him.

 You narrowed your eyes at him and wriggled your hand, trying to pry it out of his hold but he gave you a look of warning. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was warning you about your family watching, but there wasn’t any standing around in the kitchen so that thought was out of the picture.

With everything that’s been thrown at you in such a short time you nearly forgot the deal with Lafayette, and the memory itself made you especially miss home. In exchange of him being your fiancé, you were to do everything and anything he wanted you to do. You relaxed but let your eyes continue to glare sharply at him.

He leaned forward and took your pointer finger into his mouth. Then two. Then three. Your face flushed. You could feel his tongue swirl around your finger, dipping low to take in the last of the lemon juice that dripped from your fingers. His eyes twitched slightly from the sour taste radiating off of your fingers, but it didn’t stop him from licking it off. But, God, what effected you most was that he made eye contact all the while he did this.

“I got the camera, pose!" 

As soon as your mother’s shuffling feet was heard from the dim hallway, Lafayette dropped your fingers from his hand and spun you around so you could face the table. Laying his head atop of yours, he smiled at your mother’s camera that she held up to her face. You kept your eyes focused on the platter of food in front of you, staring at the scattered lemons you placed. Every part of you ached once your eyes caught sight of the lemon juice running down the side of the dish. Your mind replayed the scene Lafayette created where he was sensually licking off the lemon juice of your fingers and you could feel your thoughts slowly trickling off to different, more sexual images. Heat spread throughout your body as your face caught up with it, causing a crimson color to fill your cheeks.

Too caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the camera click.

"Y/N, you didn’t even look at the camera!”

Ripped away from the fantasies of Lafayette lapping of different fluids from you, you glanced up to meet your mother’s eyes, looking at you with disappointment. Cheeks still glowing red, you shrugged,

“I slept on my makeup on the way here and I didn’t get to touch it up, so maybe tomorrow?”

You tapped on Lafayette’s hand for some backup but he only grinned down at you, a look you didn’t trust at all, and smiled back up at your mother, 

“Y/N, you look beau.” /beautiful/

Your mother nodded eagerly and clenched her camera tightly to her body, ready to take another picture. You threw your head back into Lafayette’s chest and sighed at your mother’s excitement. You really didn’t want to have a picture of you and Lafayette acting like a couple and being ‘engaged’ forever.

“Exactly! If I don’t take this picture, what will you show your children?”

You parted your lips and wiped your hands on your sleek black work pants.

“Children? Mother, I-"  You furrowed your eyebrows, searching for the right words to say. You couldn’t say you didn’t want children, you did want at least one. You clearly couldn’t say Lafayette wasn’t your real fiance, that’d be a real fiasco. Damn it. What could you say?

"I-”

“Oh! Why didn’t anyone tell me the bisque was burning!”

Quickly, she handed the camera to Lafayette and returned to mixing the bisque in the silver handled pot.

Lafayette eyed the camera and you leaned back into him to see the picture your mother had taken. Much to your surprise, Lafayette tilted it so you could get a better view. In the picture, Lafayette had his head nestled against yours, a bright smile occupying his mouth with his arms tight around your waist. You could see your face painted red and the common habit you had, caught on camera. Your bottom lip was caught in between your teeth as one of your hands were brought up to your face to brush a strand of hair out of your view. If Lafayette were to be someone else, you’d admit the picture was cute.

“You look lovely at my side, chéri. I’d love to see more pictures of you tucked into me.” /darling/

This was going to be a long couple of days.


“Where’s my sister-in-law and niece, Y/B/N?” You questioned, gathering as much salad as you could onto your fork and taking a bite.

Your mother planned the seating. You were seated next to Lafayette at the edge of the table, to his right. Your mother and father were seated right across from you, and to the side was your brother. Instead of taking the healthier food as you did, he piled his plate with all the pasta and chicken he could fit and practically inhaled his food. You would’ve done the same and most likely would’ve bet money on who could finish their plate first, but you didn’t want to give Lafayette any stories to tell when you both got back to work at home.

“Valerie’s mom is at the hospital and she wanted to bring Effie there just in case something happened to her mom. Y'know, so Effie could say her last words to her grandma. Don’t worry though. She’ll be here tomorrow.”

You nodded and set down your fork, clanking it against your glass of water by accident as you did so. Using one hand to lift your glass and the other to toy with the edge of your napkin, you pulled your cup to your lips and took a sip.

“Y/N, when am I getting grandchildren out of you?”

You nearly choked on your water, rushing to set it down and hurriedly wiping your mouth with a napkin. Lafayette bit back a laugh, holding it ineffectively as a few snorts erupted from him. The same damn snorts you called cute two days ago. Straightening your back and inhaling deeply, you spoke,

“I’m sorry?”

You moved your head to the side, trying to fully comprehend what your mother just said.

“Don’t be coy. Y/B/N is younger than you and he already has a child. When are you getting one?”

“Mother,” you quieted. She continued to press, but you continued to shut her suggestions down. Shutting your eyes and steadying your breathing, you composed yourself.

“Not until we’re married.”

Lafayette didn’t let the strange behavior at the mention of a child go unnoticed. But deciding not to question it in fear of adding up to the awkward tension at the table, he changed the subject.

“I don’t know if you have heard of the news yet, but mon fleur was promoted at work. She’s got a position almost higher than mein.” /my flower/ /mine/

Your eyes snapped open and you threw a look towards his direction, staring at him in shock. Still a bit uncomfortable from the talk of you bearing a child, you slightly gawked. Why and how did Lafayette remember something as silly as your promotion? In return of your gaze, he sent you a smile and reached over to grab your spare hand that wasn’t nursing a glass of water. By instinct, you pulled away but he sent you a warning glance and tutted his head towards your parents, implying that your jerking action wasn’t exactly what an engaged couple would do. 

Putting on your best warming smile, you narrowed your eyes at Lafayette and gripped his hand harshly. He yelped but continued to hold your hand that was smaller in size and smoother compared to his.


After dinner, both yourself and Lafayette excused yourselves from the table and went off to your childhood bedroom, doing your best to ignore the sexual comments Lafayette was spurring. Turning the doorknob to your room and swinging it open, you were surprised to see everything you had before you moved out still in tact and sitting idly in the same spots they were in.

“This is a cute room, yours?” Lafayette scanned the room, rotating his body as he did. You raised an eyebrow and let your mouth quirk upwards, though Lafayette was too busy taking a look around to see your sarcastic smile.

“No, this is my brother’s room.” You lifted an arm and gestured at the baby blue walls that were plastered in posters and pictures of you and friends. Surely something your brother didn’t have on his walls.

“Oh, mon dieu! Is that Laurens?” /my god/

Lafayette rushed forward at a small Polaroid picture of you and John, long before you met Hercules. Your arm was around his shoulders and vice versa. His curly brown hair was messily tied back into his ponytail as yours was down and perfectly shaping your face. Your cheek was pressed against his, smiles painting both of you. The lights you both gave off by your presence was contrasted by the dark scenery and setting you stood in. It was a cute picture. You were fifteen and John was sixteen, but you were both in the same grade. 

Lafayette lowly chuckled at the way your tongue slightly stuck out of your open mouthed smile and the way your eyes were shut tightly, mimicking John’s expression. Your pose made it seem like you were singing aloud.

“You look étourdissant when your hair is down.” /stunning/

You laughed,

“If that’s French for poise, amazing, gorgeous, magnificent, then yes I know. Also, I’ve known you for four years, and you’ve never seen me with my hair down?” You didn’t take your eyes off of the picture as you spoke. Slowly moving on to look at the other pictures that surrounded it. 

“I guess not.”

You were busy admiring an old picture of you getting a piggy back ride on John, who was getting a piggy back ride on Hercules when the sound of a picture being crinkled sliced the silence you were adapting to abruptly. You turned your head quickly, already reaching forward, ready to snatch any pictures from Lafayette just in case he was crumbling one up. But instead of seeing him do so, as you expected, he was merely just lifting a picture up.

It was the same picture of you and John, arms over shoulders, and drunken expressions. It was the same picture of you where Lafayette complimented your appearance when your hair was down. It was the same picture of you that you clearly remembered pinning up over another picture.

“Wait, Laf-”

You grabbed onto his arm, silently pleading for him to stop, but he already lifted the picture of you and had sight of the small picture below the one of you and John. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes drooped with sorrow, finally understanding what the 'baby’ tension at the dinner table was about. You lifted a hand and rested it on your stomach, taking in the sight and a mellow expression.

“I had a miscarriage,” you started, staring at the Polaroid. You damned yourself for speaking, but it was too late to backpedal. Lafayette was already gazing intently at it, and he probably had a million questions flying through his mind. 

You sighed and studied the Polaroid, again. It’s edges were dirty and bent, but the picture in the middle looked new. You could still make out the small details in your sundress and baby bump underneath. You were pressed against another man’s body. A man Lafayette was unable to recognize, unlike your other pictures that were just filled with John, Hercules, and yourself. Ones that Lafayette was able to name without hesitation.

The stranger’s arms were around your waist, caressing the bump that was tight underneath your yellow dress. You could go on and on, describing the details of the picture, but you let out a cry, immediately snatching Lafayette’s attention.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” He looked at you worryingly, as if he was going to cry himself. But you didn’t look at him. Unable to catch his gaze, you kept your eyes focused on the picture, continuing to tell the story behind it, not allowing the tears slipping down your cheeks to stop you.

“We-”

You paused and took a breath, sniffling along the way. With choked words, you carried on,

“we were engaged. A day before our marriage I came to him and told him it wasn’t going to come. They weren’t going to come.”

You let out a jagged breath, muffling your cries by placing a hand over your mouth. Lafayette grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you close to him, letting you take in the scent of him.

“I was having twins, Lafayette. Twins.”

He stroked your hair gently, encouraging you to keep talking, resting his chin upon it while he did so. 

“After I told him about the miscarriage he went out for a drive. Later that night, I got a call. He drove off of a bridge, straight into the water.” You strained. It was slightly muffled as your face was dug into Lafayette’s chest, but he could hear you clearly, understanding every single word you said.

“I still don’t know if he did it intentionally or if he was just so caught up in his emotions that he just-” you broke out into sobs once more. Lafayette patted your back and shushed you,

“hey, just breathe.”

Still comprehending it, he gently rubbed circles into your neck until you calmed a bit. Even taking it as to lifting you up and laying you down on your back on the satin sheets and covering your body with the blanket. After getting you comfortable, he moved off of his resting knee and got up to get changed but you sat up and gripped onto his wrist. The first two times he gripped your wrist was playful, with a mischievous feeling coating him, but you held a worried, almost fearful one.

You didn’t have to say any words for him to understand. He searched your eyes for any regret you might’ve had, but none.

He nodded and crawled over to your side, lightly resting a hand against your back to test the waters. You leaned into his touch, much to his surprise and joy, and fisted his shirt, pulling his body closer. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“You don’t need to keep apologizing, it’s not your fault.”

Lafayette shook his head, tracing patterns on your arm.

“No. I’m sorry you feel this way. I’m sorry you blame it on yourself,”

“I don’t-”

“Y/N.”

You sighed in defeat. It was way too late to start arguing, and even if you did, you’d be on the wrong side of the argument. Because you knew Lafayette was correct. You blamed it on yourself. If you hadn’t told your fiance about the miscarriage, you would’ve only lost two important people in your life. But because of your words, you lost the man you were giving your hand to. The man you were going to grow old with. The man you loved with all of your heart.

“Okay,” you glanced up at Lafayette who you expected to scowl at you, but instead softly smiled. You let out a last sigh,

“okay.” It was more of a confirmation to yourself than Lafayette, but he took it anyways and settled for it.


“How is it mon fleur looks even prettier when she wakes up?” /my flower/

You scanned your surroundings warily, before noticing last night definitely wasn’t a dream and was instead something that actually happened. And you were kind of glad it was.

“Y'know, Laf, my family isn’t around. You don’t have to compliment me.”

You sat up and rubbed at your eyes, expecting Lafayette to get up too, but he laid there and stared at you with a smile.

“But I mean every word I say, chéri.” /darling/

“Sure,” you rolled your shoulders and slid your foot off of the mattress and onto the wooden floor. The air conditioner that waved out of the vents sent a chilling breeze over you, causing you to shiver.

“Cold? Want me to warm you up?”

You turned to Lafayette with a raised eyebrow and exhausted smile,

“do you only sleep at night to refuel your pickup lines?”

“Nope. I also sleep so that when I see you, I am awake enough to take in all of your beauty and every detail and every flaw.”

You rolled your eyes and faced forward again, cursing under your breath,

“smooth bastard.”

“That I am, chaton.” /kitten/

“You just can’t stick to one nickname either, can you?”

“Nope.” He quipped, a joyful smile gracing his tan skin. You shook your head in amusement, a soft laugh following after; getting off of the bed.

As you approached your suitcase, which was hauled into the corner of the room, you could hear Lafayette’s humming slowly fading off the farther you strayed from him, and you soon began to wonder. Was his subtle confession true? If it was, were you able to reciprocate it? Or would that be lying to both him and you? Of course you’d admit: the man wasn’t ugly, or even decent looking.  He was definitely a gorgeous man, and he knew it. If you didn’t know him as much as you do, you would’ve fallen for the man. But you did know him the way you did, sadly. He was rude, snarky, a diva, and wanted to be treated better than you. But the way he was acting recently had been caring, selfless, loving, and self sacrificing. It didn’t sound like you were describing the same person, and if you were being completely honest, you were falling for said person. He proved himself to be observant of your life and held onto things that were special to you.
Such as your promotion at work. That meant everything in the world to you. It was almost everything you wanted. And Lafayette remembered that. You don’t just remember your enemy’s favorite color, or food, or anything like that. So you were sure Lafayette saw you as something better than an enemy, or even a friend. God, you hoped so. 

It felt wrong to go from hating someone to liking them romantically in twenty four hours, but you just did. And you loved it.


“Y/N, you look gorgeous!”

Your aunt approached you with her arms open, ready to engulf you in her embrace. You accepted it nonetheless and smiled in the hug,

“Thank you, you too.”

Your aunt’s eyes flickered over to Lafayette, who was introducing himself to your swooning cousins.

“And is this young man with you? He’s gorgeous too.” You bit back a laugh, glaring at her.

“Okay, go meet with the others and I’ll talk to you later. I don’t want you ogling my fiancé anymore.” You let out the laugh you were holding back, pushing her in the opposite direction of Lafayette, despite her very clear protests.

“Gorgeous?”

The French accent you suddenly loved to hear rang out in your ears. Ever since you broke down the night before, you and Lafayette had grown into a better relationship. He had the ability to hold your hand and waist without you flinching and pulling away in disgust. Or have an actual conversation with you without you firing insults at him to get him to stop talking to you. Needless to say, both of you were secretly loving the changes.

“Hey, she said it not me." 

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to kiss your cheek, but you pressed a palm against his lips. It was an odd, teasing action that both of you seemed to do often for the past two days.

"There are children here, Lafayette.”

 He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned,

“so you’re saying you wouldn’t mind kissing me elsewhere, where there aren’t children?” You rolled your eyes, but took this as an opportunity to find out if he returned your feelings.

“Maybe, I am. But only if you want it as much as I do.”

The same arms that snaked around you, tightened. Your body was flush against his, and it fit together so well, almost like a puzzle piece.

“In that case, chaton, I want it more than you think.”

He leaned forward to kiss you again, but you turned your head off to the side so his lips came in contact with your cheek.

“Maybe later, I’m hungry.”

You shrugged quickly and walked off with a bounce to your step, leaving the Frenchman annoyed and slightly aroused.

You smirked the entirety of your walk towards the barbecue grill, knowing Lafayette was probably going to be in an annoyed mood the entire day. Picking up a couple of ribs and setting them onto your plate, you looked for any sauce that was available for you to pour onto your food. But instead, a thin figure being pulled by a smaller one caught your attention.

“Valerie!" You called, one hand cupping around your mouth.

Valerie turned around, along with Effie, her five year old daughter, and smiled. But that wasn’t the first thing you noticed. The first thing on Valerie that caught your attention wasn’t her extravagant purse, or large sunhat, or even her daughter holding onto her, but the baby bump that was very apparent under her sunset sweater. The sight of it almost made your smile drop, almost.

Masking your sadness with a charming and flashing smile, you lifted an arm and raised it high above your head, waving it. You were aware you were the loudest one among the crowd of relatives and relatives’s significant others and most likely drawing attention but that’s how it usually was when you met up with Valerie. Loud, unnecessary, and eye catching. Before you moved away and became close with Peggy, Valerie was your best friend and always had been.

"Y/N! I heard you’re engaged to the Frenchie over there.” She leaned in close and whispered, as if she was spilling a deep dark secret, and quickly glanced at your ring finger.

“Yeah, I am.”

Valerie wiggled her eyebrows and cupped a hand around the corners of her mouth, prepared to whisper something.

“Have you done the..” She stopped at realization that she was still holding her child’s hand and bit her tongue, carefully choosing her words.

“Y'know!”

You giggled, fumbling with the plate of ribs in your hold.

“I’m afraid I don’t know.”

Valerie glared at you, clicking her tongue and teeth to think about her next words.

“Has he, uh, scrambled your eggs? Put the key into the ignition? Slipped the thread into the needle? Dipped the paintbrush into-”

You stopped her, laughing.

“I get it, I get it! Mon dieu. Are you trying to ruin sex for me?” /my god/

One of Valerie’s eyebrows flew up,

“firstly, you were never getting laid anyways, so how can I ruin it for you? Secondly, 'mon dieu?’ Y/N, that’s French.  Your fiancé is French, you’re speaking a language that you never cared to learn before.. Does he mumble that much French during sex that you’ve picked up on his language, or-”

For the second time in the past few minutes you stopped her from speaking, not wishing to hear anymore of her rambling. Especially when her child was right next to her. 

“Okay, that’s enough.”

Effie giggled from underneath her mother’s hold, causing both you and Valerie to look down at her. You eyed her curiously,

“And what’s so funny?”

You kneeled down to meet her gaze and smiled at her. She bent backwards, clamping her hand around her mouth to cover her giggles. You glanced up at Valerie to see her just as confused as you were. She shrugged and turned to search the table for food. Turning your attention back to Effie, you grinned,

“Well, if you’re not going to tell me-”

You held up your hand that wasn’t currently holding a plate full of ribs and wiggled your fingers, signifying that you were going to tickle her. 

“No, no!” She cried out, shoving your hand away with hers. She huffed before giggling again,

“You’re going to marry a prince!” Your frown dropped at the mention of marrying Lafayette, who you assumed to be the 'Prince,’ but you quickly grinned again before Effie could spot your change of mood.

“Prince?” You laughed,

“I don’t think I’m going to marry a Prince, Ef. I wish I could, then you could wear all those cute puffy dresses with me!”

She shook her head, her head full of curls bouncing at her action.

“Laffy told me he was a Prince, and he wanted you to be his Princess.” You tilted your head,

“that so? Then I’ll have to have a talk with 'Laffy’ because I’m busy being a Queen to be his Princess.”

Immediately after you spoke, you felt an arm slide around your waist and pull you to their side. In a quick movement, you let your other hand grip onto your plate, keeping it from falling over.

You darted your eyes over to the arm’s owner and came face to face with the 'Prince.’ You narrowed your eyes as he merely grinned,

“Lafayette! My ribs could’ve tipped off of my plate." 

He scoffed,

"I came here to spend time with my girl, and you’re worried about your ribs?”

“The Prince is here!”

You pushed his arm off of you and got up from your kneeling position, unable to hear Effie going on and on about Lafayette being a Prince due to the many thoughts exploding in your head.

“First of all, I’m not your girl. Second, duh. If you weren’t my 'fiance,’ I would’ve brought a basket of bread as my date.” You put air quotes around the word 'fiance,’ forgetting Valerie and Effie were still present.

“What’s with the air quotes- Y/N, you didn’t.”

Your face dropped as you slowly turned your head to meet Valerie’s intense gaze. You could hear Lafayette’s snickering from beside you, and you slapped his arm, still keeping your eyes drawn to Valerie.

“I did?”

“I can’t help you with this one, Y/N. You’re a Queen, and I’m just a mere prince.”

“Shut the fuck up, Lafayette.”

“Children are around, chéri.” /darling/


After your sister-in-law had accidentally found out about your engagement to Lafayette being fake, she handed her daughter to Lafayette, and dragged you off to the corner of your mother’s backyard. In hushed voices, she demanded you to tell her everything.

“How do you get fake engaged to someone you hate?”

“I just told you, were you not listening?” You scowled but Valerie just waved you off.

“No I did! I’m just confused. Why did he walk into your office anyways?”

You ran a hand over your face and sighed.

“He was dropping something off for a coworker.”

Valerie slowly nodded, trying to register what you were telling her. It definitely took her a few seconds, but she came to understand.

“Please tell me you still don’t hate the man. You two would be so cute together!”
You stared at her as she listed reasons as to why you and Lafayette would be a fantastic couple. 

“I hate to rain on your parade but I still hate him.” It wasn’t a full lie. You could hate someone and still like them at the same time. Valerie didn’t see through your words, instead groaning,

“this can’t be true. You two are meant to be. If you guys don’t end up fucking and come back to next year’s reunion actually engaged then I’m going to sue.”

You laughed.

“For what? Not getting with the guy you want me to be with?” Valerie huffed and puffed her chest,

“exactly!”

You glanced behind your back to take a peek at the party exploding behind you. Right in the center was Effie and Lafayette. Effie was tucked in Lafayette’s arms as he spun her around, dancing to the music. Even with the bustling crowd and booming music, you found peace when your eyes settled on Lafayette.

“Y/N..”

You turned at the sound of Valerie’s voice, a taunt lacing in her words.

“You’re staring at him with those doe eyes and lovestruck-”

“Valerie. Get over it. It’s not happening, never will.”

She shrugged, not believing your words for a second. A smirk was still evident on her face as you walked away and back to the food table. Halfway through your walk, and having to push past many relatives to get through you were relieved to finally have sight of the table, meaning you were getting close. You were a few feet away from it when an arm reached for you and grabbed hold of you, pulling you towards them and into the massive crowd of people dancing. 

You yelped loudly and thrashed around, trying to escape the stranger’s hold to get to back to the plate of ribs you left back at the table.

“Relax, it’s me, chaton.” /kitten/

The voice chuckled and you sighed, a little annoyed but relieved, relaxing into the familiar pair of arms.

“Fuck, I almost had a heart attack.” He chortled, continuing to pull you towards the center of the dancing flock of people and away from the table full of food. You eyed it sadly, desperately wanting to grab a swig of the alcohol or taste the cupcakes your mother laid out.

“Well, don’t relax now! We’re going to dance!” He cheered loudly, obviously having had a few drinks while you were off talking to Valerie. You laughed at his behavior, being dragged further into the sea of drunk, sober, and a good array of a mix.

When coming to a stop he turned on his heel and grabbed your hand, twirling you. You giggled as you did, watching Lafayette drunkenly focus on dancing with you. He grabbed your hips as you lightly swayed, maturely dancing, which was the polar opposite of everyone else around you who crazily jumped and shouted to the music. Lafayette was a good mix of both. He wasn’t jumping around and hollering lyrics in broken English, but he wasn’t calmly dancing as you were. As you strutted back and forth with a rhythmic pattern, you caught sight of Lafayette’s eyes trailing down your body and back up, a click of a tongue and a disapproving shake of a head following right after. 

“You’re too stiff, lighten up chéri! This isn’t a meeting at work!” He grabbed your arms and waved them around for you, smiling brightly. One that definitely resembled a star out in the night sky. You let your arms still, allowing Lafayette to thrash them around like you were some ragdoll.

“And this isn’t a club, minou.” /kitty/ You shot back, playfully glaring and crossing your arms. Lafayette chuckled and stopped dancing, mimicking your pose.

“French? Ah, little chaton knows more than I thought.”

“Nah, I pulled up google translate when you weren’t looking.”

Lafayette shook your words off and continued to dance, pulling you close - for the twentieth time that day - and spun you back into him, again. You glanced up to him and noticed the way the lights above shone on Lafayette’s face. The moonlight contributed to giving him a certain glow. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it made him look heavenly. The rush of feelings and thoughts you had in the morning came rushing back and you let your eyes occasionally flicker to his lips. He did the same. It wasn’t long before you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his lips and your gaze just remained there, waiting for you to lean in and mold your mouths together.

“Lafayette?” Your voice was meant to be strong and confident, but it came out small, a whisper even.

He hummed in response, too focused on your lips and the way you, too, glowed to actually hear what you were saying. 

“Is it okay if I-” Before the full sentence could leave your parted lips, Lafayette smashed his against yours. His tanned hands flew up to your hair, tangling itself in them, and the other grabbed your cheek, letting you lean into his touch. Your hands were gripping onto the collar of his shirt, balling it up in your fists. He pushed into you, making you lean back and his hands to fall down to your spine to hold you steadily as he pressed his lips against yours. Your lips stung with something you couldn’t describe. It was something you hadn’t felt with your past boyfriends and something that ignited your body with a hot fire, setting you alight. As soon as the need for air arrived you pulled away, much to Lafayette’s displeasure, and gasped for air in front of him. Your eyes searched his face as his did yours. Silence passed of both of you just staring at each other, ignoring the bumping bodies and blasting music and enjoying each other’s presence that it almost made you jump when Lafayette spoke up.

“Let’s do that again.”


You don’t exactly know how, but after you and Lafayette shared a rather heated kiss in the moonlight in the middle of a dance floor you somehow wounded up in your childhood bedroom. Back pressed against the wall covered with childhood taken photos, breathy moans escaping your throat, shirt and skirt torn off and thrown without a care to the side, and the feeling of both of your sticky skin rubbing against each other, the night was pure bliss from here on out.

“Jesus, fuck!” Lafayette chuckled as you muttered a string of curse words, throwing your head back to give Lafayette more access. He grinned into your neck and traced his tongue over your jawline, the feeling of his erection pressed against your heat made you crave him even more. You shivered and ran your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling at it’s ends, only erupting a small groan and a wider grin from him.

“Little chaton’s really eager for this.” You pried your eyes open to see a smirk evident on his face. You rolled your eyes and let your hands press against his chest.

“Says the person who hauled me in this room in the first place.” He shrugged.

“Can you blame moi? You’re a déesse.” /me/ /goddess/

Your chest heaved causing Lafayette to focus his attention onto them, kneading them and peppering small, wet kisses on both.

“God, Lafayette, why haven’t we done this sooner?” You asked, out of breath. He removed his hands from your breasts and placed them both on the back of your thighs, lifting you up and making his way over to your bed. Laying you gently down on your satin sheets he spoke,

“Perhaps because one of us were too blinded by hatred to notice the sexual tension?”

Whining at the sudden loss of contact and ignoring whatever it is Lafayette had said, your hands immediately flew to your body, ready to pleasure yourself, but Lafayette caught your wrists, clicking his tongue and shaking his head at your actions.

“Remember our deal, ma beau. You listen to me. And I’m telling you: do not touch yourself.” /my beautiful/ His French accent came out a lot thicker than it usually was, making your body warmer and more tense. How haven’t you noticed how hot that French accent was? Blinded by the thoughts of sex, you hadn’t noticed Lafayette unclasping your bra and latching onto one of your nipples. It wasn’t until he twisted your other that you were pulled away from fantasies and into reality.

“Oh, fuck!”

Your eyes clamped shut in satisfaction as your hands found Lafayette’s bare arms, clawing at them. Lafayette tightened his hold on your nipple and rolled it in between his first finger and thumb. You loudly moaned and resisted the urge to reach down and roll your clit to further push your pleasure. Lafayette, who had noticed your twitching hand and clenching fingers, trailed his hand down from your chest, to your stomach, and down your northern regions. 

Butterflies swarmed your stomach and you could practically hear your heartbeat thumping in your chest, aching and begging for Lafayette to touch you, to insert himself into you, to do anything. So when he lightly traced a finger against your inner thigh, your heart exploded. It was at a pace too fast to track as your vision blurred.

At a dreadfully painful pace, Lafayette’s fingers made it’s way to your core, pressing down on your clothed heat. You moaned, your breathing sped as his hands danced it’s way back up to your waist, playing with the band of your underwear. Growing frustrated at the loss of Lafayette touching you, you sat up and reached for your underwear, slipping it off halfway and thinking nothing of Lafayette’s orders. Said man let out a growl like noise from his throat and glared. pushing you back onto the bed using the hand that wasn’t playing with your underwear, holding back from ripping off your underwear and slamming himself into you right then and there. It was hard to hold back on both accounts, both squirmed for contact though Lafayette had a better job of masking it, keeping his cool and taking his time in teasing you.

“I told you not to touch yourself.” His accent came out thick again, causing the wetness that pooled in your panties to grow larger, making your need for Lafayette higher. You moaned at the sound of his voice and ground your hips onto the bed, ruffling the sheets in the process, trying to get some sort of friction.

“I mean, I-” Before you could finish, Lafayette shoved a finger inside of you. It didn’t hurt, quite the opposite, but you shouted from surprise and the sudden feeling of something filling you up. Lafayette grinned at your reaction, pushing in another finger. Your eyes closed. Then another finger. You sighed in satisfaction. It was when he reached four fingers that you were leaving short, airy moans, encouraging Lafayette to continue. Your clenched against Lafayette’s fingers as you grew closer to your orgasm, and Lafayette only sped up. Your moans gradually became louder and more sensual sounding when Lafayette curled his fingers and brushed against your spot, a scream pouring out from your lungs. 

After hitting your first orgasm, you breathed heavily, attempting to climb down from your high. You stared down at Lafayette, wiping away your sweat, and caught sight of him wrapping his mouth around his fingers and lapping away at the fluids you spilled. The lemon juice incident replayed in your head, making you groan at the sight.

“I didn’t know I could make a woman scream with only my fingers.”

Chest still heaving, you breathily laughed.

“Yeah? Well, you did. Congratulations.”

Lafayette laughed along with you and turned to fumble with his belt buckle.

“Mon Dieu. I’ve been wanting to do this forever. Are you okay?” He turned his head, rolling it against his neck to peek over his shoulder and back at you for reassurance that you were ready and fully consented to him. Sitting up on your knees fully undressed you smiled and silently nodded, giving him the okay.

He nodded to himself and slid out of his pants, then his undergarments. You took a moment to sneak a glance at his size, and you weren’t disappointed. You just weren’t sure how he was going to fit. He climbed onto the bed, then onto you, and placed a soft, more passionate kiss on your lips. You dipped low into the bed from the weight, and kissed Lafayette back. You could feel his smile shift into the kiss and he pulled away, still smiling. And it seemed genuine. Unlike the other times he grinned at you because of a sexual joke he made or smirked because you did something stupid and embarrassed yourself, no. His eyes were an equal mix of lust and passion, and with the smile added to it you were torn between hugging him or pushing him back and fucking him into oblivion.

“Do you have a- what’s the word..” Lafayette licked his lips, eyes wandering the room as he desperately searched for the word he meant to say.

“Condom? Laf, this is my childhood room. You think I’d have condoms here?”

Lafayette raised his eyebrows in doubt, unable to believe what you were trying to imply. You sighed.

“Fine, yes, I do have condoms.” You propped yourself onto your elbows and pushed yourself up from your resting position, causing Lafayette to morph his expression into worry and push you back down.

“No, no! Mon chéri, I am not allowing you to get the condom for your first time. I’ll go get it, where is it?” /my darling/

You huffed a laugh,

“first time? Lafayette you do realize I was pregnant before?”

Lafayette shook his head,

“non. Our first time.” /no/

Your lips parted and were pulled into an ‘o’ shape. Nodding in understanding of his words, you laid back down and lifted an arm to point at the vanity table across the room. 

“They’re taped behind the mirror.”

Lafayette got up and moved to reach for the vanity table, or at least behind it where the condoms were taped and hanging. 

“Smart and pretty.” You snorted.

“Smart? Lafayette, I work with the President. So do you. You’re my coworker. You just realized I’m smart? Look, come over here, put the condom on and fuck me.”

Lafayette threw a hand up to his forehead, playfully saluting you and climbing atop of you. The moment you’ve been aching for all day was finally coming and you were more than excited. Excited in more than one way, of course. Hearing the package rip and seeing the condom being slipped onto Lafayette aroused you even more, making you ache for your second orgasm to come. Lafayette looked at you, positioning himself at your entrance, awaiting for your approval. You looked him in the eyes and nodded your head, shoving any fears of his size being in you aside, pushing your hips down to meet his thrust. A series of groans and sighs ensued and the feeling of you being stretched stung, but it passed when Lafayette trailing hot kisses down your neck to the valley in between your breasts.

“Vous êtes tellement incroyable, Y/N.” /you are so incredible/

When the wave of pain washed over, you sunk your hips into Lafayette’s, silently telling him to continue to thrust, which he gladly did. His thrusts started off slow, but with a few whispers and words of encouragement, his thrusts were as fast as someone could go. Slamming into you, filling you fully, and almost hitting the spot you desperately wanted him to slam against. Sliding one hand underneath your calf, he pulled it up and laid it on his shoulder, getting another angle against you. His sweat dripped from his body and onto yours, mixing and swirling, before dripping down and onto the bed beneath you. His warm breath hovered over your chest, creating a slight stimulation for your nipples. The second time he pushed into you with the new angle, he hit exactly where you wanted him to. You moaned into his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, pulling it roughly and pulling the hairtie from it.

“L-Lafayette! Oh, fuck, Gilbert.”

He pressed harder, faster, which seemed physically impossible. One of Lafayette’s hands tweaked your nipple, and you nearly spilled, but held it to come at the same time Lafayette did.

“I’m-”

“Sami, chéri!” /same, darling/ He strained.

With a final push, you came undone and Lafayette rode you out through it. Your fingers curled into your palm, slightly scarring it along with your vision that went hazy. Your head spun and your vision was filled with stars, but you were already coming down from your high with heavy panting. Not soon after, he came tumbling after you, muttering in French and writhing above you. With heavy breaths and sighs, he rolled off of you and pulled the filled condom off of himself. Tying a knot in it and disposing of it, he climbed over to you on the bed and laid beside you.

“It’s a little early to say this, ma chéri, but I love you. And I have for years, but I didn’t know how to approach you properly, since you hate me for some reason.”

You smiled, not even having to hesitate to reciprocate his feelings.

“I love you too. I just realized it, too. So you got lucky.” You tiredly mustered up. Your eyes were barely struggling to open,

“oui. I did get lucky. Now stop arguing and go to sleep.”

You didn’t have to argue with him on that one, easily complying and falling into a deep sleep as soon as your eyes fluttered shut.


You woke up to an empty bedside. Immediately you shot up and scanned the room for Lafayette. Your eyes flickered back to the empty side of the bed, noting how the bedsheets were ruffled and the smell of sex still wavered in the room. Did Lafayette leave you? Was it a dream? Questions were flying through your head a mile a minute and you rushed over to your suitcase, pulling on an oversized T-Shirt and panties and rushing downstairs to your living room.

Almost tripping on your own feet on the way down the stairs, you pushed open the door to the living room to see the backside of Lafayette and Valerie, who sat in front of him, presumably chatting. Though the sound of you slamming open the door caught both of their attentions. Valerie smirked but hid it terribly by taking a sip of her coffee as Lafayette smiled at you and pulled you onto his lap.

Valerie removed the cup of coffee from her lips and coughed slightly, swirling her cup and staring at the continents of it.

“Still hate him, huh? That’s not what I heard last night.”

You felt your face catch fire, and before you could argue back and protest, Lafayette clamped a hand around your mouth and grinned at Valerie.

“It was lovely talking to you, but I think mon petit tigre en colère and I need to work some things out in her room.” /my little angry tiger/

Valerie raised a brow and caressed the bump underneath her shirt.

“Don’t let me stop you.”


Tags : @triceracop

One-time appearance NPC

he really deserves a bigger audience, I mean, look at this cutie //kicked

So! Finally after more than a week, you will now learn how to get a character of yours to appear in Witch Collection as a NPC. You do not have to worry about making your own sprites, they will be done by me to keep the style consistent.

Follow these steps:

  1. READ THE STEPS
  2. Your character is in a concert hall. How they got into the concert hall is up to you (paid for ticket, was invited, doesn’t even remember entering it, etc. - seriously, anything is possible)
  3. Design your character. They can be of any species except humans. The maximum space your character can take up is two seats and they can be up to two tiles tall. (That means the one sitting behind can’t see anything but that’s fine - humour never hurts). A character name or title is required (the name/title can be as absurd as “Monster who knows nothing of the world” - again, humour never hurts).
  4. Send the design to me via message or email. You can save it on some cloud or whatever - I just need to be able to see the design. I only accept colored fullbodies!
  5. Think up of some (1-4) text messages when the player interacts with them. They can stay silent as well. Thoughts work, too. They can be kind, polite, rude, threatening, etc. Vulgar language is allowed as long as not R18+. The player can be given choices if wanted.
  6. Pick a seat (the plan will be updated frequently). First come, first served.
  7. Final step: How do you want to be credited - you can stay anonymous but that would be kind of a pity…

Deadline: well, before the game is about to get finished, which will take a lot of time– so TBA

If you have questions, feel free to ask them!