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The Five Times You Encounter Dean Winchester

Word Count: 2,914

Warnings: Drinking. 

A/N: I missed writing Dean, so this happened :) Hope y’all enjoy! Let me know ^^ 

Originally posted by out-in-the-open


Five Years Old
There is a new kid in your kindergarten class. He’s quiet, has freckles all about his tiny face, and wide green eyes. He stands next to the teacher as she introduces him to everyone and you smile widely when you realize that the only open seat in the classroom is the one next to you.

A new friend and you’re thrumming with excitement as he takes his seat next to you.

“Dean!” you exclaim, making him jump.

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Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton caught lying about a school providing a Muslim-only classroom

  • Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton is in hot water for falsely accusing a high school in the greater Dallas area of being anti-Christian by allowing Muslim students to pray in an empty classroom.
  • On Friday, Paxton wrote an open letter to Liberty High School claiming that it had violated the First Amendment since the school did not open the classroom’s prayer space to all students, the Independent reported.
  • “It appears that the prayer room is ‘dedicated to the religious needs of some students’ — namely, those who practice Islam,” Paxton, with the support of Gov. Greg Abbott, wrote. “It is unclear whether students of other faiths may use the room at the same time or at other times during the week. Liberty High School’s policy should be neutral toward religion.”
  • It turns out Paxton’s allegations are not true. Jeremy Lyon, Frisco Independent School District superintendent, responded in a statement released Friday explaining that the classroom is open to all students. 
  • Lyon also reassured Paxton and other concerned citizens that Liberty High School was complying with both federal and state laws — including Texas’s Freedom Restoration Act. The Freedom Restoration Act requires schools and institutions to not suppress or burden an individual’s right to exercise religious freedom. Read more (3/21/17 12:45 PM)

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Invisible // Teen Wolf Pack x Reader

Apparently Invisible got deleted so; Enjoy this was my first one shot on here:


“I think she’s Supernatural,” Lydia stated, pointing at the popular (h/c) haired girl. The said girl looked over and smiled at the group.

Stiles smiled, saying to the pack,“ There’s no way she could be supernatural. I mean she’s the popular who loves fricken kittens of all things.”

“So? You can likes things and be Supernatural. I like cats,” Lydia purses her lips,“ After school she always goes missing. Never hangs out with friends, never calls or texts anyone. She’s invisible.”

“Well maybe she’s just keeping to herself?” Scott suggested, keeping an eye on (Y/n).

“ Maybe Scott’s right. She could just be there all the time after school,” Allison agreed with her boyfriend.

“Well,” Isaac smirked,“ There was this one time on the weekend a while ago. I saw her and she was acting suspicious so you know, I followed her.”

“You followed a high school girl without her permission like a creep?” Stiles laughed,“ Great if she isn’t supernatural she’ll probably call the cops.”

“Let me finished,” Isaac glared at the sarcastic teen,“ Anyway she knew I was following her so she turned. When I turned she was gone but her scent was still there. It was like she was next to me but she wasn’t.”

“ I don’t know about you guys but I’m following her after school,” Lydia stated,“ Who’s coming with me?”

(Y/n) stretched her arms out,’ Finally schools over.’ She started walking out of the school, unaware that Isaac Lahey was following her, the others setting up traps.

She looked back, making eye contact with the tall teen,’ Great, he’s following me again,’ she started walking back into the school, him following her. She turned a corner, turning invisible.

He turned the corner, sniffing the air,“ (Y/n) I know you’re here.” She stayed silent. “What are you exactly?” he asked,“ I can keep a secret.“  Her scent faded away.

The next day at lunch a furious (Y/n) came to their table. "Isaac Lahey you stalker,” she hissed. “Woah what did I do,” he asked ‘innocently’, smirking at her.

“You know what you did,” she glared at him. “Well,” Stiles looked at her with a bitch face,“ What did he do?”

“He keeps following me after school and on weekends. It’s creepy and it’s scaring me,” she stated,“ If he keeps doing it I will report him.”

“Welllllllll,” Scott looked around her, not making eye contact,“ He really likes you and wants to take you on a date.”

“Yeah,” Lydia joined in,“ He really thinks-” “ I have a boyfriend,” (Y/n) cut her off,“ Also I’m not interested in people like him.” “People like him?”

“You know,” she pursed her lips,“ Stalker, creepy, he smells like a dog. Oh also I thought he was dating Stiles.”

“You thought I was gay?” He asked in disbelief,“ I would never date Stiles I have standards!” “Yeah thanks,” Stiles glared,“ Anyway lunch is over.”

The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes and stood up,“ See you last period Allison.”

Allison nodded and waved to the girl. “Idea,” Scott’s eyes lit up,“ Allison you’re gonna take her folder off her desk or out of her backpack. Leave it on her desk when she leaves and she’ll come back for it. We’ll set up a trap on top of the door. Like put a bucket of paint, which will reveal her if she’s invisible. So Isaac you have to follow her again.”

‘When will Isaac Lahey stop following me?’ (Y/n) thought to herself, turning the corner and turning invisible.

Isaac stood still. “I know you’re here (Y/n),” he stated.

She stood still, opening her backpack. She could wait for him to leave. As she looked in, her folder was missing, she panicked,’ No I could’ve left it in last period. Right?’

She quietly closed her backpack, walking towards the window of the classroom, which was thankfully open.

She hoisted herself up, looking at her desk. “Thank God it’s here,” she whispered, opening it up. 'All pages are here,’ she opened the classroom door, red sticky paint falling on top of her. It revealed herself.

The pack came out. “(Y/n). What are you,” Stiles asked, handing her a towel to get the paint out of her eyes.

She stayed still for a second before angrily grabbing the towel, wiping her face. She looked at her once white folder, now painted a blood red. All the papers in it were soaked with the paint.

“Go away,” she muttered, glaring at them. “We just wanted to know what you were,” Scott tried to explain.

“You could’ve asked Derek Hale,” she glared,“ Hell you could’ve asked Peter Hale. Do you stupid werewolves think before you do something?”

“It was an accident,” Lydia explained. “An accident which you planned for? Something that you set up. Because it was 'accidently’ my folder. You all were 'accidently’ in the perfect hiding spots. You 'accidently’ took the story I worked on for almost a year now. Every. Single. Day. Because this is what you 'accidently’ do to everything you’re suspicious of. Right,” she cried out, tears streaming down her red face.

The paint was probably in the stage where it was half dry and half wet. “(Y/n) we-” “Save it,” (Y/n) stated coldly.


Part Two

anonymous asked:

I LOVE YOUR AUS SO MUCH OMG 💓 could you do a lil nct mark au? ☺️

  • highschool!au with mark
  • is completely oblivious to the fact that the entire school is in Love with him
  • plays on the basketball team 
  • but isn’t competitive during gym class like haechan whose like i will RUIN EVERYONE ON THE OTHER TEAm,,,,mark’s just like ok it’s just a game bud relax
  • sleeps in history class LOL
  • is really just a laid-back guy who sits near the window in all his classes so he can stare out of it and never really tries to argue with anyone 
  • gets volunteered to be class president because everyone loves him and he’s bashful about it like guys,,,,,,i don’t think im a good fit-
  • but everyone is like mark,,,,,you’re the nicest person,,,,,,,you’re friends with the seniors, the freshmen, the teachers, the ????? principal even knows your full name
  • but the truth is mark is kinda burdened by it because like he doesn’t really want so much responsibility
  • but too late everyone’s voted for him,,,,,,,,,and mark is LITERALLY too nice to say anything about it
  • and on the first meeting he’s. lost
  • literally didn’t bring anything to take notes with and he sits next to you, who’s got your binder out and ready. highlighters in three different colors if you need them
  • and mark leans over and is like “hi,,,,sorry can i borrow some paper,,,,,and a pen”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,you didn’t bring any????? it’s our first meeting????
  • and mark gets pink and is like “ive never been a class representative,,,,,,or done student government,,,,,i actually don’t know why i was chosen,,,,,,”
  • and you give him a funny look, but at the same time you don’t want to leave him hanging so you’re like “here’s some paper, ill help you during the meeting if you have any questions!!!”
  • and mark smiles at you,,,,,and his eyes are so wide and pretty and you’re like,,,,,,in your head,,,,going oh! i know him,,,,,he’s the prince of class b
  • and probably like five of your friends have told you about him, but you’d never really been near him until now
  • and the meeting goes well, mark asks you in surprise that is it the students that really plan the spring festivals and you’re like yes LOL
  • and as you’re packing up your things mark asks you shyly which way you’re taking to go home and you’re like im going to walk to the train!!!
  • and mark,,,scratching his neck is like “so am i, do you want to go together?”
  • and you think nothing of it, just that he’s being friendly since you guys are going to student reps together
  • but also,,,,,you feel some butterflies in your stomach as you guys walk side by side and you feel your arms brush slightly
  • and you talk about homework and upcoming tests and whatnot and mark is so easy going, and his laugh is charming,,,,,,,
  • and once you get to the train marks comes first, but he waits with you for your train and when he waves as you get on you smile,,,,,but also he’s so???????? Sweet,,,,,,,
  • and the next day mark is sitting with renjun and jeno and jeno apologetically asks if the meeting was tough
  • but mark breaks out into this grin and renjun is like WAIT DID SOMETHING HAPPEN
  • and mark is like “i think.,,,,,im happy to be class president now” and jeno is like ????????Why all of a sudden
  • and mark looks toward the open door of the classroom, kids rushing back and forth and then he sees you
  • making your way to class and he shrugs looking back at jeno
  • but renjun has caught on and he’s like “you’re so obvious - YOU MET SOMEONE CUTE!!!!! MARK HAS a cru S H”
  • mark: rENJUN SHUT -
  • haechan appearing out of thin air: mark has a what now, tell me all the details
Day Three | Part 3

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,274

A/N: I’m on a roll guys!! I would also like to thank every single one of you for sending me feedback and loving everything so far. I haven’t been this excited to write, in a really long time, so thank you! Part two can be found here.


It was Twin Day at school today and you had coordinated with Michelle to be punk rockers. Typical theme, but it got the job done. In the morning, you both pestered Ned to take pictures of the both of you. Ned, however, was missing his twin, Peter, who hadn’t shown up to school yet. You didn’t see him leave the building this morning or the train. You thought he would be here with all the excitement that happened yesterday with him. It wasn’t also typical for Peter Parker to be skipping school, maybe Tony Stark had just kept him for the day, and the school excused him.

As the warning bell rang to get to class, Liz out of all people approached you.

“(Y/N)! Do you know where Peter is? I want to talk to him about Homecoming,” she said.

“No, I haven’t seen him this morning. None of us had. You should try ringing him,” you said.

“I did, he didn’t pick up. Oh well. Thanks,” and with that Liz was on her way to homeroom and so were you and Michelle.


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Karma please ...
  • Karma, Maehara, Isogai : You’re all I think about
  • Karma, Maehara, Isogai : starting not to see anything else
  • Nagisa, Kayano : I'll win your heart for sure
  • Nagisa, Kayano : I swear!
  • Karma : You already did, Nagisa *smirk*
  • Maehara : What
  • Isogai : What
  • Kayano : What
  • Nagisa : *blush* ...that's not the lyric, Karma!
  • Karma : *whistle*

swiftiesfanatic  asked:

Amazing imagines!! I love them so much!! ❤❤ I think you've even written enough to start a masterlist soon! If you ever need any ideas/ideas for a rainy day here's a couple. However, please don't feel like I'm expecting you to write all these right now!! It's more of a compiled list of ideas for you if you're having a slow request day/just want to write them -Jealous Betty -Beach day for the gang/Betty in a swimsuit/Jughead in a swimsuit -Bughead napping together -Betty's parents walk in on them

Hey! These are all awesome! I think I’m gonna go with the hickey role reversal for today! Let’s give it a try!
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School was ending in about a week, and summer was so close Jughead could practically smell the sunscreen and taste the countless milkshakes he would be devouring.
That being said…

It was hot.

And by hot he didn’t mean, warm with a light breeze, he meant crack an egg on it, it was smoking. He was sweating almost all the time and even with the windows open the Riverdale classrooms were boiling. Unfortunately for him that meant his typical wardrobe of flannels and jeans just wasn’t gonna cut it, and he most definitely was not gonna show up to school in one of those ridiculous tank tops with the sleeves cut down all the way to the bottom, he would leave that to Reggie and chuck. Tools.

Anyway, figuring out what to wear, that was still comfortable for him but also kept him cool enough so he didn’t pass out was a struggle. He wasn’t a shorts guy, unless they were bathing suit bottoms and he was at the beach, so he stuck to his jeans, these ones had a few holes so that should help atleast a little, digging in his drawer he pulled out the only light weight t shirt he had, it was a simple white v neck, nothing too crazy, but also something he normally wouldn’t wear without something else to cover it up, at this point he couldn’t care less, it was too damn hot.

“Looking good” he turned with a smile, meeting the eyes of the gorgeous blonde who had come out of nowhere. Okay so maybe there was one positive thing about the heat, Betty’s wardrobe had to adjust accordingly as well and man was he grateful for the tiny dresses that showed off her gorgeous long legs. Today she had on a white sundress covered in pink and red flowers, it skimmed her mid thigh and he fought the urge to run his fingers along the bare skin. As soon as he was about to retort with a witty comeback, her eyes got wide

“Oh my god” she looked horrified.

Whipping around to look behind him, confused as to what had her in such a state of panic she repeated a little more panicky

“Oh my god.”

“Betty? what the hell? What’s the matter?” She seemed to be at a loss for words and suddenly two more of the gang had arrived, both wearing Similar expressions to Bettys.

“What in sexy time?!” Veronica was practically bouncing she seemed so excited.

Kevin was moving his hands to jugheads neck, before he dodged them with a glare

“What are you all talking about.”

Suddenly Archie was rounding the corner zeroing in on Jughead

“Hey ma… hey! Nice hickey dude! Way to go” he slapped a hand to jugheads shoulder, smiling.

“What! What hick..what are you.” He was twisting trying to find the offending mark. He glanced up at Betty who was beet red and was desperately trying to hide her laughter.

“See Betty, I told you. It’s totally normal to give a boy a hickey, That’s so funny, Betty was just asking me about this at our sleepover last week.” Veronica said laughing handing Jughead her hand mirror.

He snatched the mirror and held it up to his neck. Sure enough, there was a purple mouth shaped bruise on his neck. Snapping the mirror shut he shook his head

“Bacon grease, it splattered.”

Everyone eyed him sceptically as Cheryl walked over

“Oh please, like you cook. Just fess up Jughead, who’s the mystery woman?” The redhead asked.

“There’s no one, you’re all nuts.”

The conversation was stopped short by the first period bell.

“Dude, were totally talking about this at lunch,” Archie said grinning

“Duh” Veronica added throwing a wave to Betty, leaving behind Jughead and Betty as Kevin kissed Betty on the cheek before walking off with Cheryl.

There was a moment of silence Betty smirking at her bright red boyfriend

“So… a tshirt today? No flannel.”

He stared at her dryly

“Wait till all of our friends find out what a little minx you are. You won’t be laughing then.”

Betty shrugged, smiling guiltily and turning on her heels to walk the other way , she quickly turned around and added

“No one told you to wear the worlds sexiest tshirt the day after our two month anniversary festivities.”
She winked and practically skipped off.

He slammed his head into the locker gently. She was gonna be the death of him.
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By the time lunch came around the entire school was talking about Jugheads hickey, the rumors were everywhere,

Jughead was seeing Ethel,

Jughead was seeing a girl from central

And of course, Archie and jughead were a couple (that one was Reggie. Tool.)

Slamming his tray on the table besides Betty, she jumped up smiling and meeting his eyes.

The rest of the gang was already there and they instantly turned the conversation to hickeys.

Cheryl of course instigating it
“Well it has to be someone who’s aggressive, obvi, look at that mark.”

Veronica nodded “agreed. I could never do something that good, and I’ve been told I’m a pretty fiery lover.” She flipped her dark hair , smiling.

Cheryl nodded “and we all know how intense I am, but that’s good, even for me.”

Kevin said something that had Archie practically dying he was laughing so hard.

“And we all know it can’t be Betty, no offense bets but we all kind of agree, your not really the most passionate lover.”

Before Jughead could even think he had opened his mouth “try again, she’s pretty much the definition of passionate.”

Everyone at the table seemed to have stopped time, slowly turning their heads to stare at the pair in front of them. Betty was blushing so hard they thought she might explode and jughead was kind of just lost in his own idiocy.

“B..Betty?” Archie squeaked out.

“No way you’re lying.” This time it was kevin.

And Cheryl and Veronica were just staring, shocked.

Suddenly something in Betty snapped and she turned to Kevin.

“Actually, yes it was me. As quiet as you think I am, I am very very attracted to my boyfriend, therefore sometimes I get carried away. Can we please stop this conversation now.” She stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork.

The table went dead silent for thirty seconds before all hell broke loose.

“Boyfriend?”
“Carried away?!”
“How long?”
“How did you get it in that shape?”

Dropping her head to the table, she sighed as Jugheads arm came to rest around her shoulder, tugging her into his side.

“No questions, were dating, going on two months. That’s all you’ve gotta know.” The lazy tone in his voice left no room for argument and the table went silent once again.

Squeezing his hand in hers, she smiled up at him. This was far from over and they both knew that, but for right now, their friends were just gonna have to wait. They were happy, and that’s what matters.

Laconic (Kuroo Tetsurō)

Originally posted by shouyou-sunshine

Summary: In a world where everyone’s first words to their soulmate are tattooed on their soulmate’s forearm, you are cursed with the vaguest, most simplistic tattoo in history. And you hate the word “hey.”

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate!au

A/N: This is my first fic for an anime and I’m not even an anime blog (whoops lmao) but I saw @lazyhaikyuu’s post and I just couldn’t help myself!! Enjoy the 2.8K words :)

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Be My ♥ Color

a/n: be more chill x soulmate au. :o its a prologue just to test the waters but I’m stoked. if you wanna be tagged in the series letmeknow.kbyethanx. (also I’m planning a schedule! so stay tuned)
summary: Jeremy Heere never knew he missed something until he realized he was living a world not only devoid of colors but of a soulmate. After a terrible incident he’s found himself chasing after colors he wants; and realizing there are some colors he needs as well.
warning: Shakespeare references w/o translations :00
w/c: 3223
 
sincerely tagging: @hell-yes-puns-and-ships (betabae); @mishaisakitten @fandomgeek34 @theunidentifiedfangirl @gayrhodians @ka-rin7204 @nekothecatblog @binxi1031 @spilling-tea @loststardraws @green–llama @walkingcontadiction @purpledays9


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Red was such a Michael color.

Jeremy couldn’t help it now; he loved everything about seeing color. Even video games were better in color and half the games Michael owned were so poorly colored it didn’t matter. Jeremy found so much endearment in things now…perhaps even more so feeling like Christine had given him this new life. Not to mention saving his life. Of course there was no way to talk about it. Three days into his Junior year and Jeremy had no idea how to even bring up the topic. Michael didn’t seem to bring it up either. He smiled and babbled like nothing changed, talking about his exciting escapades visiting the Philippines all summer.. “And then they had these candies that were like sweet but sour, but like salty…it was a trip, you would have loved them” Michael beamed as he came to a red light. His eyes flickered to Jeremy; he was staring at him.

Secrets ran both ways. While Jeremy was hiding the fact he did in fact want to pursue soul mates and ruin their twelve year promise, Michael had completely ignored the detail that he, too, could see color. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to even say to him. ‘Hey you’re my soul mate, ol’ pal.’ That would ruin everything! 

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Little One: High School Proms

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You and Kol are hooking up at Mystic Falls High School when your siblings, Damon and Stefan, followed up by Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson, burst in and almost ruin the night.

*Requested: “I love Little One. It would be great if you write the next part. For example a school party. Klaus and Rebekah want to hurt Elena. Stefan and Damon looking for Elena. But they in one of the classrooms found Kol between thighs their sister. They just prefer to each other than family drama.

Oh

So if you had a great time writing the request, may I ask a follow-up romance Salvatore-Mikaelson? I would be delighted :D

Word Count: 1859

“This is so stupid!”

Caroline Forbes, one of Elena’s best friends, had organised a huge event at the Mystic Falls High School to celebrate something you did not bother to know. People were talking about it all over town, most of them going crazy over clothes, shoes, drinks and all that teenage crap. You always found those things extremely lame and boring. But, of course, Damon and Stefan forced you to smile and accept the invitation to go to the party. Ever since they found out about your relationship with Kol Mikaelson, they were following you around, just to make sure you would never be one second alone and go off to meet him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Damon said, winking, and you scoffed. “Look, I like this just as much as you do. But I’m doing it to protect Elena. Klaus is still chasing after her and he could be really dangerous.”

“I know that, Damon, I lived with him for over twenty years.” You said, while putting on a pair of high heels.

The vampire narrowed his electric blue eyes, gazing at you annoyed. Almost as if he did not want to remember you spent so many time with the Mikaelsons.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You smiled, spinning around in front of him. “What do you think?”

Damon swiftly lost the angry traits and quirked an eyebrow, analysing your choice of clothing. As you did not care nor have enough time to go shopping, you had to pick one of your old dresses. It was nothing extraordinary, but did a pretty good job on flattering your every curve; plus, the gown had a considerable cleavage. Definitely the kind of dress it would make Kol freak out and be all jealous over you.

“Too sexy for the teenage boys to handle.”

“Well, thank you, mister. You don’t look bad yourself.”

“As much as I love spending time with you, we need get going. It’s almost nine.”

“You’re right.” You giggled. “Off to the car.”

Damon offered his arm and you gladly accepted, marching to the car as a couple of old friends. While he drove to the school, you could not help but think of how much you loved your siblings. Although you hated how overprotective they were, in the end of the day, Damon and Stefan would always have your back, always helping you in anything you needed and understanding your choices, even the ones they did not approve it. Dating Kol was one of those.

You sighed, placing your hands in your knees.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Why do you look like somebody died or so?”

A laugh came out of your lips and you faced your brother, stroking lightly his face.

“I just missed you. And Stefan too.”

“Who knew Y/N Salvatore had real feelings?”

“Oh, come on Damon! Don’t spoil the moment.”

“I missed you too, sis.” He kissed your cheek. “How about we get inside? If I’m right, things will get wild in a little.”

“Oh, fuck, the blood smells so yummy from here!“ You said, jumping out of the car.

“Just be cautious and don’t let anyone see you, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry.”

Inside, you could see couples dancing to a soft ballad, it was actually kind of cute. It got you remembering how much Kol loved to spin you around and pull you close, singing in your ear. A smile grew in your face and you walked towards the bar, anything with alcohol seemed a great call for the moment. However, before you could get there, a guy stopped you.

“Hi there, gorgeous.”

“Do I know you?” You asked, awkwardly.

“No, I don’t think so. But I’d love to.” He took your hand, kissing it. “I’m James, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“How about I pay you a drink?”

How about you be my drink?” you thought, flashing a wide smile.

“Sounds nice.”

James turned out to be a nice lad, even though he was definitely not your type. Nearly got you guilty for seducing him just to feed. You had to shake your head to focus on what he was saying and not demonstrate you were annoyed to be there. The only thoughts in your mind were that you had to get him out of the crowd, finally enjoy the time you lost on him by tasting his blood and make it fast enough so your boyfriend would not catch you with him. Kol could be really nasty when he was jealous and, since his siblings, Klaus and Rebekah, were after Elena, the family would probably show up.

“Can we go somewhere private?” You questioned, wearing your best smile.

“Sure. There’s a bunch of empty classes we could use.”

“Great.”

It took only a few minutes to escape the noisy party. The teenage boy placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed your neck. You spun around and faced him. He pulled you closer, squeezing the skin of your waist. You felt like a snake, watching your pray approach to finally attack it.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Before he could lean in and kiss you, somebody ripped him off and threw him on the ground.

“You do not mess with somebody else’s girlfriend, mate!”

Kol!” You yelled, pulling your boyfriend away from the other guy. You knelt before James and looked deep in his eyes, compelling him to stay there and not scream.

“What were you doing with that guy? Why he had his filthy hands on you?”

“I was just going to feed, darling.”

“Did you have to let him touch you?”

“I’m not going to argue with you over this any more. What are you doing here?”

“Guess.”

“Your psycho siblings are after my brother’s girlfriend.”

“Jackpot!” His devilish smirk showed up, as he slowly walked to you to place a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, babe.”

“Me too.”

“So, do you still fancy a drink?”

“Always, honey.”

Kol chuckled and pushed opened one of the classroom, quickly getting inside. With the door completely open, you dragged James through it and sat him on the teacher’s chair. The boy whimpered scared, but the compulsion did not allow him to do any further, just await to a likely death. You parted his legs, placing yourself in the middle and bending to get the best spot on his neck. He smelt so good and the alcohol on his blood would only make it better. Ultimately, you sunk your teeth on him, spilling the red liquid and calming your thirst.

“You look so sexy when you’re feeding, love.“ 

The brown haired Mikaelson caressed your hair, observing closely your movements. Eventually, you dropped the young man, pretty much dead, on the floor and stood up, facing your boyfriend. The blood was dripping, leisurely staining your chin and slithering through your cleavage. You knew how much Kol loved to see you like this: dominant and strong. A lethal weapon against his sanity.

"Don’t you want have a taste?” You whispered in deep, filled with lust, voice.

“Oh yeah.” He replied, claiming your lips with his. “Shit, your mouth tastes so good, darling…”

You only hummed against his mouth, your hands pulling a lock of his hair aggressively. Kol laughed, kissing the soft skin on your neck, his tongue wiping out the traces of blood from it. Your body was way more responsive than usual and a couple of small strangled noises slipped.

“This is not, oh…” He found your wet core, circling small figure eights on it. “Fair!”

Mikaelson stopped the movements beneath your skirt and firmly grabbed your hips, turning you around and bending you against the table. You struggled to breathe, feeling his length hard on you.

“You drive me crazy, Y/N.” He smacked your ass, making you groan. “I just want to fuck you until you’re senseless.”

“Damn it! Stop teasing me!”

“Y/N.” You glanced back, staring at him. “Can you stand up for me?”

“I can try.” Both of you giggled.

Kol gave you a hand, helping you to get back on your feet again. He smashed his lips onto yours one more time before sitting you on the room’s desk.

“Now what are you going to do?”

“Stick my head between your legs and eat you out until you beg.”

“Uh, you had me on the eat out part.”

The sweet chocolate eyed Mikaelson smirked, a hint of mischief infused in his irises. He knelt in front of you, grabbing your feet and rubbing it softly. Small shudders spread across your form. You screwed your eyes shut and let out a girlish moan.

“I want to hear you screaming my name, love.”

“I thought you were supposed to make me beg.”

He opened your legs, kissing your inner thighs. Kol pulled playfully your panties’ waistband, which made you bit your lips. Your core was so warm and wet that got you anxious for his direct touch. It was almost hurting.

“Stop fooling me around, Kol Mikaelson.”

“Couldn’t you wait, love? Such a hurried kitten!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Mikaelson took of your knickers and went for it. He darted out his tongue throughout your entrance, suckling your folds and placing delicate kisses on the soft skin. His touch was simply delicious. Kol always got you desiring more and more.

“Oh, Kol.”

“Y/N?” You heard Damon’s voice calling out. “Are you here?”

You have to be kidding me!”

“Y/N?” It was Stefan’s time to reach for you.

Kol stopped what he was doing and raised his look to meet yours. But, before you could say anything, Stefan and Damon bursted into the place. Followed up by Klaus and Rebekah. “Oh, God, why can’t I have sex with my boyfriend? Is this some kind of punishment?”, you thought coming down from the table and facing the astonished look from the trespassers.

“What do you want?”

“We need to find Elena!” Stefan said, worried out and ignoring the whole situation you were in. “She’s gone and doesn’t answer her phone.”

“This is all your fault!”

“I need her, mate. I wouldn’t bloody hurt her.” Klaus retorted Damon’s statement.

“But Rebekah would.”

"Oi! Don’t talk like I’m not here!”

You exchanged a look with Kol. Both of you hated that family drama and could not care less about Elena Gilbert’s whereabouts. You sighed, hearing the fight become louder.

“Can you just shut up?” You yelled, narrowing your eyes. “This is not the place for that kinda argument.”

“But Y/N…”

“For fuck’s sake, I want to shag my boyfriend. Am I asking too much?”

“Ew!” A chorus emitted, whilst frowning. “OK, this is entirely irrelevant.“ Klaus snorted. "Are you going to come with us and look for the doppelgänger?” “I’m sorry, Nik, but I’m with Y/N. I couldn’t care less about Elena Gilbert.”

“So, all of you, leave. Right now.”

You are not bossing me around!” The Original Hybrid growled.“I’ll do what I want.”

“Niklaus, I’m not going to argue with you.”

He raised an eyebrow and Rebekah opened her mouth to say something.

“Nor with you, Rebekah. Now, go off to find Elena or whatever, just leave us out, okay?”

“I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Damon pouted.

“We already had that conversation. He’s my boyfriend, suck it in.”

“But…”

“No “but”! Out of here.“

Kol was standing against the table, arms crossed and a proud grin on his lips. After everyone left, you ran to his arms, hooking your legs around his waist. The man laughed and you kissed him.

"Now, where were we?”

the signs as things my french 2002/3 professor has done in the middle of class

pisces: was visibly upset when the entire class didn’t compliment him on his haircut, and then started bowing and thanking us when we all started complimenting it (after he demanded we do so)

aries: told us about homework due next class, and dramatically flipped the whiteboard over to reveal a very detailed, excellent drawing of a dragon swimming in a mountain lake with the words “Big Brother is Watching” written in a speech bubble, cackled, and dismissed class for the day

taurus: said that Justin Trudeau was sexy, then mentioned Emmanuel Macron was hot, and then was dramatically like, “What if….the two were in the same room? QUELLE BONHEUR! Quelle….BONER ;)” and all of us screamed

gemini: brought his 8 year old (bilingual) son to class and referred to him as Le Petit Monstre for the entirety of class, and in every class since then, and had to stop himself from saying “the world is fucked” in front of his kid

cancer: threw himself on the floor and curled up in the fetal position for no reason, laid there for roughly three minutes with us all staring at him, and then jumped up with a smile and said in a dead voice, “Everything’s fine! I’m fine! Tout ira bien!”

leo: told us on the first day of class “The University tells me I am in no way shape or form allowed to give you your finals early, according to academic policy.” Then dramatically gets up, launches his chair behind him, stomps across the room, slams the door shut (other profs look out of their classrooms in wonder at the noise) and then laughs and says, “But if you guys want to, you can take the final early, I won’t tell.” then rips the classroom door open again and starts the lesson

virgo: Said, “All my colleagues are like ‘hahahaha classes are done for the year, yay summer’ while I’m here suffering, like, what if I end classes tomorrow. What if we take the final in week 5 and then don’t have class for the next five weeks, sound good? Sounds damn good to me, ok, final tomorrow.” and then looked all depressed to the ground and said “Just kidding we can’t do that, I’d get fired.”

libra: dramatically collapsed in his chair, asked us the date, and suddenly sat up straight and said ‘Shit. Oh my god I forgot it’s my spouse’s birthday today.’ and then proceeded to solicit us for gift ideas and spent the entirety of class in a more distressed state of angst than before

scorpio: spilled coffee all over a student’s composition, shrugged, and threw it over his shoulder so all the papers went everywhere. casually shrugged and continued teaching class

sagittarius: threw the textbook on a table, textbook cover came off completely, book fell on the floor, all the while he stared after it and let out a heavy sigh

capricorn: looked up to the ceiling, palms together as if in prayer, after we all started meme-ing his pronunciation of “nous boirons” and asked for god to help him have the strength to make it through the rest of the day

aquarius: rolled his eyes at the class, approached the only empty table left in the room, and started having a conversation with his best and invisible students named Bill and Ted. He constantly says it’s Bill and George, Bill and Ned, etc

Anonymous said: May I request a scenario where Shouto hears his female crush saying to her friend that she finds him really cool and handsome but she dares not to confess her feelings to him ~ ❤

Anon, before I say anything else, thank you!! <3 I altered your request so that Shouto’s crush is talking to more than one friend. I hope this doesn’t make you unhappy because omg, did I enjoy writing this!

Warnings: None, but when I wrote this, I imagined it happening after the Field Training Arc, so although it’s not necessary to read up to this arc for this scenario, if you already have, some things here may make more sense to you :)

“Worst boy? Easy! Mineta.”

His fingers centimeters from the door, Todoroki stops dead as he hears Yaoyorozu’s bitter comment and the laughter that follows. The hand that was about to slide the door open, he brings back to his side.

All of a sudden, entering the classroom seems like the last thing he should do, which is pretty stupid, or as Sensei (Eraserhead) would say, irrational, since Todoroki has to get to class somehow… but it’d be a mistake, he feels it.

To barge into the classroom when Class 1-A’s girls are in the middle of their gossip, Todoroki would sooner turn around and enter Class 1-B. At least their confusion and Monoma’s taunts would be easier to tolerate than the girls’ fury, but that option disappears when out of the multiple voices, he recognizes yours.

“I do have a crush on a boy in our class.”

Crush? Todoroki takes a step back and leans against the wall alongside the door, careful not to make noise. He knows he’s putting himself at risk, but he can’t walk away, ignore this. His heart won’t allow him to. Your crush, whoever it is, at least knowing will put this, his feelings for you, to rest. It could very well not be him, but Todoroki wouldn’t unleash a flurry of curses or use violence to express his disappointment. He’s not Bakugou.

But if Todoroki is being honest, he hopes it’s him.

“Ooooh, what’s he like?” Ashido excitedly asks.

“Incredibly cool and handsome, but… it’s his eyes that make me weak. When he’s serious, they’re so determined, but when they soften, they’re so warm. There’s always something going on behind those eyes. And his quirk! The way he uses it, it’s beautiful, and he really makes it his.” You finish your sentence with a long sigh, almost dreamily.

While squeals fill the classroom, Todoroki’s heart drops. Anyone who heard the high praise would know that it isn’t an infatuation you’re having, it’s a deep fondness. This crush of yours… Tokoyami??

Todoroki’s interactions with him have been very minimal, but thinking about it, Todoroki supposes he is cool, certainly calm under pressure. Handsomeness is something he can’t answer, but Tokoyami’s quirk, it’s definitely unique. Paired with his other abilities, he’s quite strong. Could he be your type? Todoroki closes his eyes, pained at the thought.

Hagakure presses you on. “Sooo, who is he?”

“Todoroki.” you say quietly, but he doesn’t miss it. Todoroki opens his eyes, recalling your compliments from earlier.

All of it, they were about him! The realization overwhelms Todoroki slightly, and a blush colors his face a faint pink.

Naturally, the gossip carries on.

“Will you confess?” asks Uraraka.

“No, I can’t. I don’t have the courage to. I’d be so nervous! I wouldn’t even be able to look him in the eye because, well, you know already how I feel about his eyes.”

At this, Todoroki’s eyes widen, and he startles when he feels a tap on his arm. He turns, meeting a concerned gaze. “Midoriya?”

“Your bag…”

Todoroki sees where Midoriya is pointing. It’s his school bag, singed at the handles under his left hand. He must’ve done this unconsciously, flustered from listening to you.

Willing his quirk to settle, Todoroki wordlessly moves his bag to his right hand.

Midoriya’s concern noticeably lessens. “Are you still getting used to using your left side?”

“Yeah,” Todoroki lies. “I never thought it’d act up in this way.” He looks at his left hand, then at Midoriya again, and although the boy doesn’t know which way specifically Todoroki is referring to, he beams, sliding the door to the classroom open. “Shall we?” Todoroki nods, grateful Midoriya hasn’t asked him why he’d been standing motionless in the middle of the hallway.

Todoroki walks in a straight line to his desk, briefly sparing a glance at you. True to your words from earlier, you can’t look Todoroki in the eye and only concentrate on the chalkboard, though it’s blank.

More Class 1-A students enter until every seat is occupied, and Sensei squirms in, enveloped in his sleeping bag, and mutters a good morning, thus beginning the first class.

In the back row, Todoroki tunes out Sensei’s instructions, fixated on the back of your head. He thinks about what you said, that you can’t confess to him because of nerves mainly, and he can’t blame you for that, considering recent events, where he’d been less than approachable. Still, he makes up his mind.

Todoroki watches as you, oblivious to his stare, raise your hand to answer a question.

He can confess to you.

sweet like ice cream

Taeyong overreacted too much sometimes, especially when it came to the thought of breaking up with you.

this is a mix of two ideas but honestly neither worked well alone so i smashed them together and got this :D. this is for @cremethorns because she was dying over her finals so i thought i’d write this for her but her finals are over so. whoops? have it anyways <3 enjoy ^^

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Anonymous asked: (jock!dean & nerd!cas) Cas sending Dean one of those school anon flower valentines day things with a little personalized note (cough cough mean girls) but thinking he’s not going to notice his specially. Little does he know Dean sent one to him as well.

Castiel was staring at the bulletin board, his mouth dry and his heart hammering against his rib cage as he read the new announcement.

Valentine’s Day 2016 at Lawrence High

Anonymously send a rose with personal note to the one you desire, our cupid will deliver the message on Friday February 12th.’

There was more information about how and where to leave your message, but Castiel knew that he had to talk himself out of this horrible idea before he gave in. Because he was this close to actually doing it. This close to acting on his feelings, to throw caution to the wind. This close to finally doing something about his crush on the most popular guy in school.

“Hey, Cas!” A cheerful voice called his name from not too far away, and suddenly an arm was casually draped around his shoulder. “I can already tell what you’re thinking, and I think that you should go for it.”

Charlie Bradbury, Castiel’s best friend, was wiggling her eyebrows at him, nodding at the school’s special Valentine’s offer.

Castiel sighed, shaking his head. “It’s pointless, we both know that.”

“Oh come on, you won’t know for sure if you don’t try!” Charlie countered immediately, one of her hands ruffling Castiel’s hair. “And honestly, if I have to watch you pine after Dean Winchester for another year, I will end up needing therapy.”

“It is not funny.” Castiel grumbled, giving his friend a sideways glare.

“You’re right, it’s not.” Charlie agreed. “Therapy costs a fortune.

“Charlie!” Castiel warned, lightly smacking his friend’s arm as he continued to glower at her.

Charlie surrendered, holding up her hands, calling a truce.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry! I’m just saying, as a friend, that this is your chance, Cas. And it’s anonymous, so what do you have to lose, really?”

Castiel sighed, staring at the bulletin board again as he pondered that question.

“My sanity?” He offered after some time had passed.

Charlie shrugged. “Even better. If it doesn’t work out you can join me in therapy, maybe we’ll get a group discount.”

When Castiel reached out to reprimand her with another gentle slap to the arm, she moved out of the way before he could strike.

“Look, all I’m saying is, think about it. And before you start the whole he’s-popular-and-I’m-not argument again… It shouldn’t matter, as far as I know, Dean’s nice to everyone.” Charlie said, more serious now. “I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you at lunch, alright?”

Castiel muttered a goodbye in return when Charlie turned around and took off, feeling anxious as he considered the idea once more. The wise thing would be to forget about it altogether…

~

One week later, Castiel was deeply regretting the decision he’d made.

February 12th. He froze in his seat the second the door to the classroom opened in the middle of Math class. In walked Garth Fitzgerald, the janitor. Some students said that Garth wasn’t right in the noodle. When looking at him now, dressed in nothing but a giant white diaper with a pair of fake wings and a bow and arrow to match, Castiel suspected that they were right.

“I come bearing gifts.” Garth declared in a dramatic tone, holding up his right hand, the one that held at least fifteen red roses.

To make matters worse, of course it had to happen during the only class that Castiel shared with Dean. This was a scene taken directly from one of Castiel’s worst nightmares.

Garth was handing out roses here and there, and Castiel bit his lip, sinking lower in his chair, mortified. Jo Harvelle got one, and so did Victor Henriksen. Meg Masters got two, and Meg’s friend Ruby had scored three.

“Dean Winchester, six for you, the school record.” Garth whistled as he dumped the roses on Dean’s desk with an elegant hand gesture.

Dean frowned, green eyes narrowing. He looked sincerely surprised.

Castiel breathed out for the first time in what felt like ages, feeling a little defeated. Dean got six, of course. It wasn’t the first time that Castiel was reminded of just how doomed his infatuation with the guy truly was. He made up his mind there and then; he was never going to confess that one of those roses was his doing. Dean would never know that one of the messages came from Castiel, and everything would go back to normal.

“Castiel Novak, one for you.”

Castiel flinched when Garth’s voice was practically singing his name. Next thing he knew, a rose was placed on his desk. Almost all of Castiel’s classmates were staring at him, shock painted on their faces. Dean wasn’t one of them though, he was stiffly staring down at the roses on his own desk.

Garth had already moved on to another victim, and Castiel blinked at his rose, dumbstruck. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. No one ever even paid attention to shy Castiel Novak with the dorky glasses.

Curious nonetheless, Castiel discreetly checked the card.

‘You’re awesome, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. PS: I think I could drown in your eyes, and I wouldn’t even mind if did.’

Castiel tried to hide a laugh. This had ‘Charlie’ written all over it. This was a typical case of Castiel’s best friend trying to make him feel better. He could appreciate the joke, and he was kind of thankful that she’d taken the time to make him feel like less of an outcast.

He decided to go find her as soon as class ended, so that he could thank her.

~

Charlie was at the library, using one of the school computers. Castiel grinned as he hugged her from behind, surprising her.

“Whoa, Cas. What was that for? You never hug unless it’s a matter of life or death.” Charlie accused as she turned her head, dragging her eyes away from the screen. “The last time you hugged me was back in kindergarten when my cat died.”

Castiel rolled his eyes. So perhaps she was right, but that was not the point.

“Very funny… I just wanted to thank you for getting me a rose, that was nice of you. The part about drowning in my eyes was impressive, especially considering that you’re not even into males.”

Charlie’s hands slid away from the keyboard, and she turned in her chair to stare up at Castiel, appearing to be completely clueless.

“Rose?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “That sure as hell wasn’t me… I sent you a friendship card, it should be waiting for you in the mail when you get home.”

There was no doubt that Charlie was speaking the truth; Castiel knew his friend well enough to detect when she was lying.

Castiel’s blood turned to ice. Someone had pranked him. Great. Predictable, but embarrassing all the same. Without thinking, Castiel rushed out of the library. He heard Charlie call after him, but he didn’t stop, aiming for some fresh air and some alone time instead…

~

It was chilly outside, even though the sun was struggling to break through the clouds. Castiel shivered as he took in the empty school yard. It wasn’t time for lunch break yet, which meant that he was alone. Perfect.

He made his way over to a group of trees, sitting down on a wooden bench that was still slightly damp. Putting down his bag, he took a deep breath. Now that he could think clearly, he realized that he was overreacting. It had simply been a prank, and whoever had pulled it, at least the message hadn’t included any mean or harmful words…

“Cas?”

Castiel nearly fell off the bench at the sound of that voice, deep and warm, calling his name so casually.

“Hello…” Castiel mumbled as he looked up into troubled green eyes. “Dean.” He added in an even smaller voice when he realized that this was probably bad news.

Like this, Dean was towering over him, and Castiel felt the need to get up to his feet as well, so that they at least were on the same level. When he did just that, Dean was even closer, and Castiel took a tiny step back.

Did Dean know? Had someone found out about Castiel sending him that rose? Castiel felt sick to his stomach at the mere thought.

“Can I talk to you, Cas?”

For reasons unknown, Dean sounded nothing like the confident guy that Castiel knew, and it was a bit unsettling.

“I… Yes, I guess.” Castiel permitted helplessly, trapped by both those eyes and the intense look on that handsome face.

Dean nodded, but stayed silent for a brief amount of time, as if collecting his thoughts. Castiel shamelessly used that pause to count the freckles on Dean’s nose, until he caught himself in the act and swiftly averted his eyes.

“Look, I think this whole anonymous thing with the roses is one big load of crap.” Dean suddenly stated out of the blue, breaking the silence and making Castiel look up at him again. “I mean, why send someone a message if you’re not even gonna tell them it’s you, right? Besides, it’s weird and awkward…”

Oh no… Dean knew. It felt like Dean’s gaze was boring right into Castiel’s very soul, digging up all of the secrets that he’d tried to keep hidden for so long.

Castiel contemplated running away and hiding in a cave forever, or moving to the other side of the country. Anything, something to get away from Dean Winchester, as well as impending humiliation. But Castiel was not a coward, never had been. He stood a little straighter, squaring his shoulders, a confession on his lips, just waiting to spill out.

“I’m sorry, Dean…” He apologized, loud and clear. “Sending you that rose was stupid, I know it was irrational, and I should’ve known that it would make you uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking…”

The dumbfounded expression on Dean’s face that followed after, was not what Castiel had anticipated. This entire conversation was getting more confusing by the minute.

You? No Cas, I was talking about me!” Dean blurted out, face turning pink. “I sent you a rose… I think you’re cute, and smart, and your eyes are just… they’re gorgeous, okay? That’s what I’m trying to tell you, because otherwise what even would the point be, huh?”

Dean was grinning sheepishly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for Castiel to say something.

Castiel couldn’t believe what he was hearing, shocked that Dean even knew he existed, let alone that he’d taken an interest in Castiel.

“So did you… Was I the only one who got a rose from you?” Castiel eventually questioned, not knowing what else to say.

Dean put his hand over his heart in mock offense. “Of course! I think one Valentine’s date at a time is enough, don’t you.” He winked at Castiel, and Castiel was officially lost.

“Y-You want to ask me on a date, Dean?”

“Yeah, I do…” Dean replied with a grin. “But first, I wanna know which one of those six messages was yours.”

Again, Castiel was reminded of his competition, but he suddenly felt less nervous. This was Dean, captain of the football team, the popular kid, yet he seemed genuinely vulnerable when talking to Castiel. It made Castiel confident enough to tease him a little.

“How about you guess which one it was?” Castiel said, tilting his head as he challenged Dean.

Dean weighed his options, squinting at Castiel. “Okay… Do I get a bonus if I guess it right away?”

Castiel laughed at Dean’s obvious enthusiasm. “You’ll see.”

Again, Dean was staring at him, as if trying to lift the answer straight from Castiel’s mind. Castiel gladly took yet another opportunity to map Dean’s freckles.

“Ha!” Dean shouted triumphantly, almost making Castiel jump. “It was the message that compared my freckles to the constellations, wasn’t it!”

Damn.

Lucky for Dean, Castiel wasn’t a sore loser. Dean had earned that bonus, fair and square. In a moment of extreme bravery, Castiel stood on his tiptoes and lightly kissed Dean on the lips. When Dean pulled him closer and started kissing him back, Castiel could tell that this was going to be the best Valentine’s day ever.

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Characters: Dean Winchester, sister!reader, OC character(s).

Words: 1060

Tagging: @daughters-and-winsisters, @evyiione, @darkestgrungeuniverse, @fabulouslycassie, @samanddeanshotsis, @delessapeace-blog, @mariairwin666 @1amluke, @saveprettydays

A/N: Hola guys! So, I started watching Riverdale the other day, and I got really inspired by the whole High School setting, so I just wanted to write something regarding that. So, that’s the explanation for this. Also, it starts out in 3rd POV, just because I was trying stuff out :)

If you want to listen to what I listened to while writing this: listen to Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood. Not that the lyrics fit with the fic, but I liked the feel of the song for this :)

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Jeremy Adams was having a normal day. Everything was like it used to. He woke up the same time as usual, he wore the same type of clothes, he had the same thing for breakfast as he always did. His feet met with the same grounds as he walked to the same building as yesterday, school. Even though there was a comfort in it, Jeremy was looking forward to college; he was ready for something new.

So, naturally, he instantly looked up from his books when something was out of the ordinary happened —  the door to the classroom opened in the middle of the first lesson. Two teenagers entered, a boy and a girl. And he had never seen them before.

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Crushed Velvet

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Amortentia smells like rose gardens after rain, smells like spilled ink and ludicrously expensive perfume. It smells like a girl with next to nothing to loose, who shouldn’t fit, doesn’t fit, who is fundamentally wrong, in all the ways that matter, at least.

It smells like someone who Draco shouldn’t love half as much as he does.

It smells like a heartache, like a girl, like a mistake.

Amortentia smells like redemption.

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"The Valentine's Day Card "

Note: Literally came up with this idea at like 2 in the morning, wrote it like a month ago. Hope you enjoy.

Request/Summary: A seventh year student decides to send the Potions Master a Valentine’s Day card.

Originally posted by nuestramejorhistoria

Lockhart had to be your least favourite teacher and Valentine’s day your least favourite holiday. So when Lockhart decided to have dumb little cupids running about Hogwarts delivering messages you couldn’t have been more annoyed.

“So, are you going to send anyone a message via cupid?” Percy Weasley asked as he sat down beside you in Alchemy.

Percy and the Weasley twins had been your friends even though you were in Slytherin.

“Actually, I do have someone in mind. As it’s my last year here, I plan to go out with a bang.” You chuckled.

“Oh gosh, sounds like you’ve been spending too much time with the twins.” Percy said rolling his eyes.

“Well, I’ll tell you this, it’s not going to be a musical message to whomever I send one to.” You smiled at the thought of a musical message for the person you were sending a card to.

“Are you going to share who you’re sending one to?” Percy seemed pretty interested at this point.

“I’d prefer not to disclose all information.” You said as a cupid walked by.

You grabbed the cupid whispered in his year and handed him the pink card you had made earlier. “Make sure it’s completely anonymous!” You yell as the cupid walked away. He nodded and kept walking.

As class started you couldn’t help but wait to see the man’s reaction when he received the card in the middle of class.

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“I hate advanced potions! Why do I let you talk me into taking it.” Percy was once again sitting beside you.

“Because you’re very easy to persuade Mr. Weasley.” You replied with a taunting voice.

Class started and Snape went on in his usual way, criticising every student he could, expect for you, he never seemed to bother you much. Probably because he knew you had a love for potion making and could do it quite easily.

Just as Snape was in the middle of scolding some Gryffindor the door to the classroom swung open. Three little cupids walked in. Two went on to the students and sung their piece while the third went up to Snape and handed him a card.

“From anonymous sir. Happy valentines day you dark love bird!” The cupid said happily and skipped out of the room.

Snape’s face had turned a fiery red and you could barely hold back your laughter. Snape went back into his supply room nearly sprinting.

“Did you send Snape a Valentine?!” Percy gave you a confused look.

“Indeed I did.” You said smiling.

“Why? He’s a horrible person.” Percy said.

“I happen to like Snape, he, like everyone else deserves to feel like he is appreciated at some point. So shut up.” Your voice full of irritation.

Snape came back out of his supplies room and gave you a slight nod. He must have recognised your hand writing.

Percy didn’t speak to you the rest of class. He knew you were upset so he gave you your space.

After class had ended Snape told you to stay for a bit after class. You walked up to his desk and saw the familiar card, which was opened.

Snape began to read the writing in the card in his low voice “No one deserves to feel unloved or alone, especially on dumb holidays like Valentines. I don’t want to ruin your intimidating reputation professor, but you aren’t as scary as you think you are. You’re pretty awesome, in your own mysterious way sir. I hope you have a nice day.”

He looked at you as if he was going to ask a question.

“You’re welcome sir. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable…actually, no I’m not, people deserve to know they’re appreciated. Even if it is by some lousy student they can’t stand. You have helped shape me into the determined young woman I am today, you taught me that in life there will be people who know you can do better and won’t settle for anything less. You, sir, have taught me to never be satisfied with anything less than my best work.” You smiled and walked out of the classroom.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I don’t think you’re a lousy student. I find you to be more tolerable than any student I’ve had. However, if you tell anyone I said these words I will deny them.” He said in his cool tone but it seemed that he was almost smiling at you.

You smiled at him, “For what it’s worth professor, I like you and I do hope you become happy in life.”

Severus Snape watched you walk out the door, holding his first Valentine’s day card in his hands. He put the card in his locked drawer of his desk, he would cherish the letter for the remainder of his life. To most people Severus Snape was a hard man, even a cold man, but when he received his first Valentine’s day card he felt very touched. He would never admit to feeling that way, but deep down he felt that at least one person liked him for who he was, and maybe, just maybe he touched her life in a positive way.

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YAY OUR FIRST SUBMISSION AND IT’S BRILLIANT💓💓

You pull your black skater skirt down and tuck in your pastel pink tank top as you approach your locker, making sure it is just above the knee and following the school dress code. Facing your blue metal locker door, you begin to turn the lock and put in your code when the books you were holding are knocked out of your hand. You jump back in shock as the textbooks crash onto the floor in a wild clutter of paper and colour. Your eyes flick up to see three boys standing only a few feet away, smirking and laughing at you, clearly guilty of what just happened. 

You bend down to pick up your books, not having the courage nor the effort to begin an argument with the boys. There was no point in arguing with them because you’d never win because they always think they’re right, not to mention the fact that nobody dares to oppose them. They’re like high school devils. All three of them.. Phil, Chris, and most of all, Dan. If you we’re to say that you hated them, you’d be lying. Feared would be more accurate. Dan is like the typical bad boy that you see in movies. The one all the girls drool over. That’s just like the girls and Dan here. You were no different from them, something intrigued you about him.

You realise the bell has rung for first period and you hurry to collect your books from the floor when you feel a pair of hands rest on your hips. Your body jolts up and you practically leap forward, slightly yelping in shock. You don’t bother to look back as you hear deep chuckles as a result of your previous action. You feel your cheeks begin to heat up as you become embarrassed. You scuttle off down the hall in the direction of your science class.   

You push the door open and slide into your seat at the front of the class, arranging your textbook and notepad where you can see them. You drop your bag from your shoulder, rifling through in desperately to find a pen before class starts. You finally find a blue one after a good few minutes of searching. You begin to hear your teacher explain the biology lesson when the classroom door opens from behind you, causing you to jump. You look behind you to see who walked in, being met unsurprisingly with Dan Howell. Typical. You turn your head back towards the board to begin to write notes, only to be disturbed again when your teacher speaks up. “Dan, sit next to Y/n.” She orders. Typical. It just had to be you. You slump over the desk and literally face palm. You don’t even look up when I feel him sit down next to you. “Hey princess.” You hear him whisper. You turn to face him, realising that his face is inches from yours. You decide not to respond and lean back a little away from him. You try to carry on your work but he continues to whisper to you. “God you look so good.” You snap your head towards him, feeling a shocked expression across my face. “Please let me do my work Dan.” You plead. He lets out a breathy chuckle, slightly shaking his head. “I know something else you could do.” He mutters at you. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, clearly not understanding what he means. “What do you mean?” You question. He presses his lips to your ear and flatly whispers. “I mean princess, you could be fucking me with that tight little pussy of yours instead of doing this work.” His words send shivers down your spine. You’d never done anything sexual with anyone. You’d never even considered it either. You’d always focused on schoolwork and being the perfect daughter. You shake your head. “Dan please. Let me work.” You sigh. You feel his hand on your bare thigh, just below your skirt. You try to move your leg away but he pushes pressure down so you can’t move away. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Dan notices this and makes a remark. “Aww,” he coos, “Is my baby girl getting all flustered for me?” You shake your head once again and try to brush his words off. His hand inches up your leg and his hand begins to slide underneath your skirt. “Stop.” You hiss, getting annoyed with his persistence. Once again, he lets out a low chuckle like the one he did outside. “But why? Don’t you think it’s exciting? You don’t know what I might do. I might move my hand off or I could go further and finger fuck you right underneath this table with everyone around.” He purrs. His words sends the heat to your cheeks again and you can feel your panties become slightly damp. “You know you want this.” He whispers to you, his hand creeping up once again. You can’t take it any longer.

“Sir can I go to the bathroom?” You call to your teacher. He accepts and you rush out of the classroom and away from Dan as fast as you could. You almost sprint into the girls bathroom, thinking that Dan wouldn’t come in here anyway. But of course, you were wrong. Only moment after you enter the room, a door opens and Dan walks into the bathroom. You jump and back into a wall. He walks up to you and stands only inches away, pressing his hands into the wall at either sides of you. Your breath hitches. It’s not that you didn’t want Dan to do that, it’s just that you didn’t want to mess it up and embarrass yourself. “I know you want this. And I want you.” He whispers to you, looking into your eyes. You use every ounce of courage you have to mutter the words. “The have me.” You watch as his eyes grow considerably darker.

His lips hungrily connect with yours. Immediately, he pushes his tongue into your mouth and begins to take charge. His hands find your hips and he pushes himself up against you. You bring your arms away from your sides and rest them on his shoulders, letting your hands brush through his hair. You accidentally tug on his hair slightly. He suppresses a groan against your mouth, his lips vibrating against yours. His hands travel down your body and he grabs onto the back of your thighs to pull you around his waist, only to move his hands again to rest on your ass. He gives it a heavy-handed smack as he walks into one of the stalls. He pushes the door closed with his foot as he continues to roughly kiss you. He eventually pulls away from your lips to take a moment to breathe and to speak. “I’ll only do this if you want me to princess.” He studies your face, his eyes flicking back and fourth. You lightly nod and whisper. “I want this.” You smile and he begins to remove his leather jacket. You grab the hem of your top and go to take it off when he stops you. “Let me do the work baby girl.” You lightly nod and he pulls the top over your head in one swift motion. His gaze immediately latches onto your breasts. His hands drop your top and he cups your right one with his hand through your baby pink bra. His left hand reaches behind you and unclips it and he slides it off. The cool air hits your nipples, causing them to harden. He grips your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples with his thumb and finger. His lips are soon attach to your right one as he rubs the other one with his hand. Ripples of pleasure surge through your body and you let out a light and quiet moan. Dan stops and removes his mouth. “Did I say you could moan princess?” He questions. You shake your head, worrying fit what he’ll do next. “Use your words.” He says. “No you didn’t.” You say. “No you didn’t, sir.” He corrects you. “I assume this is your first time. But that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you. Understood?” He raises his eyebrows. “Y, yes, sir?” Your voice goes higher as you finish your sentence. “Good girl.” He praises you. He trails his hands down your bare stomach, pushing down your skirt and panties once he reaches them. He presses his hand against your heat and he bites his lip. He slides his finger up your slit. “Fuck you’re soaking already. You’re my little slut aren’t you?” He grins. “Yes sir.” You smile, enjoying this quite a lot. He presses his finger against your clit and rubs it in figures 8 shapes. You bite your lip, knowing Dan doesn’t want you to moan. He slides his middle finger down and into your hole slowly. He begins pumping it in and out of you at a quick pace, not bothering with teasing and build up. Not long after, he adds another finger and begins to do scissor motions with his fingers to stretch your hole out. You feel your orgasm quickly coming so you clench together. Dan must’ve noticed as he removes his fingers from inside of you. “You don’t get to cum unless it’s my dick inside of you. On your knees.” He orders you, unbuttoning his black jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers to his ankles, allowing his already hard member to spring out and hit his stomach. You lowered yourself to your knees, already knowing what you have to do. You’d heard about giving blowjobs but had never given one. Nervously, you grab his penis with your hand and you lick the tip of it, teasing him. He grabs a handful of your hair and pushes your mouth onto him. He controls your head as he makes you bob up and down his dick at a fast pace. It hits the back of your mouth a couple of times but you manage not to gag. You move your hand up and down his the part of his length that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You feel it twitch in your mouth and he pulls out. “I’m going to cum inside of you okay princess?” He says, more like a statement than a question. “Okay sir.” You say. He moans at your words.

He grabs your leg with one hand and lines himself up with the other. “You ready?” He asks you. “Yes I am sir.” You whisper, not being able to project your voice any louder. He pushes into you and uses his now free hand to lift you off of the floor. He begins slowly thrusting into you, stretching you out way more that his fingers did. You let out a loud moan, immediately covering your mouth. “Princess moan again fuck. Do it loud. Let the whole school hear that I’m fucking you. God you’re such a pretty little slut aren’t you?” He moans. You don’t answer him. He roughly thrusts into you once to get a reaction from you. “Fuck sir yes I’m a slut.” You moan loudly. He slaps your ass and picks up he pace in his thrusts. “That’s right. You’re a slut letting me fuck your pretty little pussy in school where anyone could hear us. Does that make you feel good?” You arch your back and moan once again in pleasure. Dan grabs hold of your right breast and squeezes it hard. “Do I make you feel good huh? Answer me baby girl.” He orders. “Yes you make me feel good.” You stutter slightly. He drops one of your legs to the ground so he can fuck you at a different angle. He moves his hand from your breast to your clit and starts rubbing it to push you closer to your orgasm. You start to clench as you feel your orgasm begin to come. “That’s right princess cum for me. Cum like the slut you are.” Dan pounds into you as hard as he can, feeling himself close to cumming. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as you feel yourself letting go. You feel water dripping down your legs and soon after you feel Dan cum inside of you, releasing a moan at the same time. You hear both of you heavily panting, trying to breathe normally again. “That was so hot baby girl. You fucking squirted, Jesus.” You slightly blush. You see Dan begin to put his boxers on and you decide to start dressing yourself too.

Soon enough your pretty much dressed except you can’t find your panties. You look around to see dan clutching them in his right hand, a smirk playing across his face. “I think I’ll keep these.” He stuffs the fabric into his jacket pocket. “It means that you’ll have to come back and see me. We can have some more fun princess.”

sweet apple biscuits

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, ‘orange’ au

word count: 15.5k 

a/n: inspired by the anime 'orange’ which made me cry like a little bum. ALSO! make sure you look at the dates to not confuse yourself in each transition. it’s ordered in dd/mm/yy and the italics are what’s written in the letters. this took me awhile to write, but it’s finally here- so please enjoy ok goodbye. 

summary: a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy.

Hold him and love him. Tell him how you feel. Tell him how much he means to you. And whatever you do, never let go of him.


07/04/27

Life was never how you would plan it and you knew exactly that.

They say that life is unbearable if you make it unbearable- and as half of that statement is true, half of that statement is life on its own having a way of unravelling itself before you. As if it were knots to seams to threads- life had untied itself in an inevitable way, you could no longer complain anymore.

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