open classroom

just a bet


so this is based LOOSELY on will and emma from the scream tv series. if you havent seen it, that doesnt matter bc like…. its not important



THAT MEANS THEY ARE 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


there won’t be nsfw but there are MENTIONS of it sooooo


anyway enjoy ily all

summary: beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1870

part two, three, four, five

Everyone at Derry High School knew of the senior Richie Tozier. No matter who they were, what social group they were apart of, they all knew of the trashmouth. Every girl swooned over him and every gay (and possibly ‘not’ gay) guy would beg for his number. He was the ‘It’ guy in his high school and even the other high schools in the Derry school district. It was common knowledge that Richie was bi. Some people said it was fake and that he said it for more attention, but his real friends knew it wasn’t bullshit at all. 

Richie strode into the school building that Monday morning, casually sliding off his sunglasses and hooking them in his shirt. People in the hallways snuck glances at him, some even saying hello to him politely as he passed. He nodded in response, flashing them a smile. Richie approached his locker and opened it with ease, getting his few textbooks out. Despite being a ‘jock’, he still cared about his grades. 

“Hey, Rich, did you hear about the new kid?” Beverly asked casually, making her presence known. She leaned against the navy blue lockers, a small smile playing on her lips.

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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*
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


Oops this is another Descendants imagine lol
I’m almost done with the Peter Parker one I mentioned, but it’s like 2,000+ words so I have a lot to work on!

Title: Intentions
Pairing: Harry Hook x reader
Summary: Harry intends to find out what your type is, but you play along with his game, pushing his intentions aside.
Word Count: 1,523
Warnings: none 
Notes: Read the sequel here!

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Benjamin, that is just about the-“

           "Stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?” Ben finishes for you. There’s a flicker of hurt on his face as he speaks. “They still deserve a second chance, Y/N.”

           Your features soften, frustration fading. Ben was facing a lot of scrutiny as king, and he needed all the support he could get if he was going to allow Uma, Gil, and Harry to come to Auradon. As his best friend, you owed him some faith in his actions.

           "I guess,“ you finally answer. Ben cracks a smile. "But don’t expect me to be best friends with them.”

           Ben pauses, smile dipping just enough for you to notice. You groan as a look of sheepish charm washes over Ben’s face.

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{Friends-to-Lovers!AU} Minhyun

another edited commission, but it was nice to write something long for w1′s vocal visual hehe~ 

  • to be honest, you blame jaehwan for all the madness that occurs at the beginning of the new fall semester
  • because if he hadn’t been so enthusiastic in all his damn ambitions, maybe minhyun would have decided that a bake sale was more fitting or a can drive,,,,,
  • but no - jaehwan had slammed his hand down against the desk during the charity club meeting and loudly exclaimed “let’s go big! or go home! A FULL BLOWN CARNIVAL!”
  • unfortunately, jonghyun had beamed at the idea
  • dongho,,,,slightly more wary finally shrugged and caved in and minki was already talking about themes, banners, colorful pretty lights!!!!!!
  • the rest of the members all chimed and buzzed in agreement and excitement - college was always dull and depressing a carnival was sure to spark interest
  • only minhyun, the ever voice of reason, bit back his lip and chewed in thought
  • you, who had been sitting across from him wanted to ask if he was thinking the same thing you were - how expensive would this be? how much work? could they do it-
  • but before you could, jaehwan wrapped an arm around the seniors neck and grinned
  • “c’mon,,,,,,,,,,,,,you’re the new leader of the club,,,,,,imagine how good this is going to look when you graduate!!!!”
  • you hadn’t noticed the breathe you sucked in,,,,,,
  • that was right - this was minhyun’s last year in college. after this,,,,,he was off to actual med school and you,,,,,,,
  • his junior,,,,,,,,,wouldn’t see him as much again
  • minhyun’s eyes, always a docile and calming brown brightened up and you knew - he was convinced
  • jaehwan grinned, ear to ear in his usual way and shook minhyun’s shoulders in glee
  • “yes, but all the proceeds are going to the children’s hospital - we are a charity club after all.”
  • jaehwan nodded at the notion, but almost immediately jumped into the group conversation about plans
  • dongho, minki, and jonghyun gravitated that way too
  • and soon it was just you and minhyun
  • “is this a bad idea?”
  • minhyun’s voice made you look up at him, his side profile coming into your view as he stared at the group
  • you cherished the sight a bit more, the daunting idea of his graduation on your mind even though you still had this whole year ahead of you
  • “it’s a little,,,,,,,,,crazy but,,,,,,”
  • minhyun turns finally, gaze settled on you
  • “but it could raise a lot of money for the hospital, and that’s why you joined this club right? to help out the kids?”
  • minhyun hummed a “yes” before smiling and,,,,,,,,god did it make your heart beat just a millisecond faster
  • reaching out, he ruffled the top of your hair
  • “you always know what to say, thank you.”
  • he got up, shifting his way into the center of the blabbering group
  • while you sat there and watched,,,,,,minhyun’s words still making the skin on your face turn softly hot
  • to put it simply, you and minhyun had become friends through minki
  • originally you had planned to join the fashion club, headed by minki at the time
  • unfortunately you and another person were the only two to show up to the first meeting and minki was devastated, the second week - it was only you and him
  • it was still fun, talking with minki about the latest runways over coffee and gushing over art exhibits around the city
  • but at some point - it was less a club, and more or less just friends hanging out
  • and on one afternoon, you had met up with minki to go see a mini reveal show at a small designers studio when you realized there was another person with him
  • upon first seeing him, minhyun had seemed almost unreal - with a skin so smooth and untroubled, eyes of earthy velvet brown, and a smile that pulled his slightly curved lips into a mischievous and almost beckoning smile
  • you found yourself nearly speechless when minki introduced him with a casual wave, minhyun reaching out to shake your hand
  • when he’d asked your name, you barely managed to stutter it out
  • but as the show went on, minki being as lissome as ever as he spoke to random people and other designers
  • you and minhyun grew closer, both quiet and reserved unlike ren
  • he had told you he was pre-med, hoping to become a dermatology doctor at some point. you both liked similar books and found minki’s undying energy amusing. you also both valued organization - both in fashion and in your daily lives
  • so it wasn’t hard to get close
  • the only thing that you felt barred you two was the fact that minhyun had,,,,,,,,,,a face like that
  • a face that you didn’t think belonged sitting the crowd beside you
  • but up there, on stage, with all the other models
  • when everything was over, minki had half a dozen invitations to afterparties
  • all of which he said he could refuse and go to dinner with you and minhyun instead
  • but minhyun shook his head and told minki to go have fun, something almost paternal in the way he addressed him
  • you were expecting to part ways, but minhyun grew up mannered
  • you two got something to eat somewhere inexpensive and kept talking, at some point that night minhyun had said “you seem like my kind of person, those are hard to find”
  • you weren’t sure if minhyun remembered that, it was a while ago when you were still a freshman, but you did
  • and in a weird sense it had made you feel proud,,,,,because minhyun was popular - by no means was he ever lonely or lacking attention, but he was,,,,,,,selective with the people he brought in close
  • you were one of them,,,,,,,,it had happened to naturally but so fast that at some point you didn’t notice but you weren’t only friends with minhyun
  • you were friends with his inner circle, dongho, minki and jonghyun all welcoming you with kindness
  • and ok,,,,,so what that it made you feel special,,,,,,,,,
  • classmates and campus students alike clamoured to be at the attention of one of these four boys - but it was like you had been chosen
  • sometimes you’d daydream a bit about it,,,,,how it happened,,,,,,what was next
  • and embarrassingly, that would include bits and pieces of this idealistic future,,,,,,,with minhyun
  • minhyun whose handsome face glowed when you came around, his hands tracing the skin of your cheek, lips parting “my kind of person”,,,,,,the feeling like feathered wings of his mouth grazing yours -
  • but then you’d snap from it, pulled into reality
  • like now, when november was half over and the carnival was scheduled for the upcoming weekend
  • and even though the weather was chilly, the hype of it was undeniable on campus - everyone wanted to go
  • to eat at food stalls, play games, and unwind from the dawning of finals
  • all for a good cause, to help the children’s hospital minhyun was so passionate about and that you, in turn, had become passionate about too
  • but even though your initial fears about this being crazy had come to light, volunteers and club members all breaking their backs to get their parts done
  • there was one thing that irked at you the most
  • and it was,,,,,,,,the job minhyun had assigned to you
  • “you’re so visually observant - i think you’d be great at making the opening banner. something eye catching and beautiful, but that still tells people why we’re doing this carnival.”
  • the compliments had made you feel weak in the knees for a moment, but then minhyun moved his head and pointed to jonghyun
  • “you can help them right?”
  • that weakness in your knees was abruptly changed to a sort of heaviness,,,,,,,you don’t know why or what made you think minhyun would pick to work on a task with you
  • when he had so much to oversee, so much to check up on
  • but,,,,,,a small tiny sliver of your heart had harbored hope
  • that you and minhyun would be together, hands and clothes stained in paint - laughing together in the sunlight of an open classroom, excited for the carnival
  • excited,,,,,,,,,together
  • but jonghyun nodded and minhyun was off to go assign other roles
  • your eyes avoid jonghyuns when he comes over to plan with you, they don’t necessarily look for minhyun but for some reason you’re even more closed off than usual
  • jonghyun doesn’t seem to mind or notice, he’s too busy trying to figure out your tiny budget
  • and now, after its been a couple of weeks working together with jonghyun you two are nearly finished
  • and you know minhyun is going to be coming in to check up on it
  • for a bit, you consider letting jonghyun handle it alone - he can explain it to minhyun why the banner is this color why they choose the clipart of the children and the balloons
  • you just,,,,,for some odd reason,,,,,don’t want to be around minhyun for this
  • it’s kind of childish - to be hurt ,,,,,, but you are
  • and you are because this whole time, as you toiled alongside jonghyun to paint and cut and decorate
  • you could catch minhyun bustling around
  • the people around him, the pretty other pre-med students and the starstruck volunteers with nice smiles and affectionate touches to minhyun’s shoulder
  • at one point you were sure you saw him hand his phone over to one of them,,,,,,smile in the way you thought he only smiled when he was around the people he genuinely cared about  his bestfriends - the people,,,,,,he loved
  • and yes, he was working hard and sweating over this charity carnival night and day, but he was also surrounded by opportunities to meet people more personally
  • tell them,,,,,,,,they were his kind of people,,,,,,,,
  • everything had just been bubbling inside you, settling finally at the surface when you stood there
  • jonghyun beside you with a proud smile, minhyun looking over the banner carefully
  • “it’s great, do you think you two can hang it up about an hour before the carnival starts?”
  • jonghyun gives a kind “of course!”
  • minhyun’s eyes turn to you, but your own bolt to the floor
  • “can you be there too?”
  • with your hands folded across your chest, the large sleeves of your cardigan basically enveloping your frame
  • you shake your head, “im not going to the carnival. i have to study for a final that day, sorry.”
  • you ,,,,,,,,, aren’t sure why you say what you say
  • it’s all of those feelings at the surface that come spilling out of you to the shock of both jonghyun and minhyun
  • you know jonghyun is just going to say ‘oh but you put some much work into this!’ and minhyun is going to ask, simply ‘why?’
  • so you give a sort of timid bow and leave, hurrying out into the cold of the approaching winter
  • and you don’t expect to be followed - and you’re not
  • instead, your phone buzzes in your back pocket, but you don’t check it
  • from minhyun: is something wrong? please please please tell me
  • on the day of the carnival, you wander across your nearly abandoned dorm
  • everyone is there, you’re sure of it. bundled in scarves and hats but laughing amidst the cold, enjoying the games and the food, couples trying to win prizes for one and another and even professors coming out to show support
  • but you just walk the dorm, lost in your mind as you try to figure out what to eat for breakfast
  • the common kitchen is empty of course, and you put on morning coffee. everything seems like it’s in slow motion
  • that’s why you don’t react when you hear someone come in, not until you hear their voice
  • and the morning grogginess makes it hard for you to tell who it is
  • “minhyun is worried sick, let’s get you dressed and go to the carnival.”
  • you see minki, a look of desperation you’re not used to seeing is scrawled over his features and you just shake your head
  • “breakfast,,,,,,,,,,,,and final-”
  • “everyone has finals, but everyone is at the carnival. go get dressed and eat breakfast there, your favorite place is catering one of the stalls.”
  • you know it’s a bribe, but you also know that going to the carnival means seeing minhyun and,,,,,,,,
  • having to explain why you did what you did, said what you did
  • and you don’t want to, you don’t want to lie to him and the truth stings worse - “oh why didn’t you pick to work with me? you’re graduating and we won’t see each other a lot - but you’re fine hanging around others - doing work with them - i wanted memories with you,,,,,”
  • but minki is unmoved as you try to think of something to say, he pulls you by the wrist back to your room where he has you haphazardly throw on a coat and you find yourself following behind him
  • “thanks for bringing them.”
  • minhyun is in front of you now, at the opening of the carnival - you and jonghyun’s banner overhead
  • you blink at him as minki waves goodbye, but look away when he meets your gaze
  • “what’s going on?”
  • words are hard to process without your breakfast, with the cold whipping your cheeks
  • “why did you send minki,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • you start, slowly and then feel something turn in the pit of your stomach - it’s not hunger
  • “you couldnt,,,,,,,,,come yourself?”
  • minhyun’s face down casts, a shadow of something makes its way over his features and you feel guilty
  • obviously he had to be running this carnival,,,,,god why can’t you think before you speak,,,,,you really need to eat something and wake up
  • but then minhyun reaches out and you feel something settle on your shoulders
  • you touch it, the fabric is soft - it’s minhyun’s coat that he’s shrugged off
  • “you’re quivering. why did minki pull you out here in your pajamas,,,,,”
  • you open your mouth to protest, you also have your jacket on - but it’s true the extra layer stops the cold from coming in much better
  • but now,,,,minhyun in just a turtleneck looks like he might freeze
  • but somehow he doesn’t seem phased at all, instead his eyes are searching yours and he looks like he’s thought long and hard about what he’s about to say
  • “this is my last year, after this med school is going to,,,,,,,,,,,is going to take me away from here. away from you and i -”
  • the sounds of the carnival die away, the words ‘away from you’ ring like uninterrupted white noise in your mind
  • minhyun pauses but then breathes and it’s so cold you can see it
  • “and i don’t want that. i don’t want that all, but i only have a limited amount of time to enjoy your company everyday, to see you everyday and im sick and tired of wasting it. i don’t know what i did or what happened but i,,,,,,need you.”
  • you can’t help but be pulled into minhyun’s eyes this time around
  • “i need you so don’t run away from me like that anymore, please. be by my side while time allows it.”
  • his words make sense, you know what he’s saying but what ,,,,,,,,, but what does it mean
  • minhyun is not oblivious and although he knows that other people flirt their way up to him, surround him in a cloud of suggestive atmospheres
  • he has never ever wavered - it’s been you and it has been you since you met
  • his hand comes up, slightly chilled from the lack of layers and you want to say something back but all you can say is
  • “you’re cold,,,,,,,”
  • opening your arms, minhyun pulls you toward him
  • and suddenly it makes sense, what he said and what it means
  • his head buries itself in your neck and his lips graze the warm skin and tremble
  • “be next to me,,,,,,,,be mine,,,,,,”
  • the sound of the carnival comes back, everyone too distracted to see you and him clutching onto each other
  • “ok,,,,,” you answer and it’s just a sleepy whisper, but it makes minhyun hold you tighter and when he pulls back just enough to kiss you
  • it as sweet and light as you remember it in your daydreams
  • your emotions conflate in your heart - fireworks of adrenaline, calm waves of relief, and small fires of embarrassment for the sudden pda
  • but it’s worth it when he pulls back and he’s not just minhyun, your friend anymore
  • he’s something more,,,,,,and you’re more to him
  • one of the many perks of having friends turn to lovers is they seem to know you,,,,,better than anyone else
Good Enough - Steve Harrington

Originally posted by nancyswheelers

Summary/Request: Anon said: Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and Steve and you always had flirty/snarky interactions at school and after season 2 when he starts hanging with Dusty, you realize he’s more than the Party boy jock and you become friends (/crushes) and one night Steve is worrying about getting into college and saying he’s not good enough and you get personally offended because he’s wrong and how dare he trash talk someone she cares for and it causes you to confess feelings?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and fluff

Word Count: 1267

NOTE: The first two paragraphs are italicized to symbolize that hey are flash backs!

The final bell had just rang, making you officially late. You cursed under your breath as you jogged into Hawkins High, quickly speeding your way to English. Throwing open the classroom door, the eyes of your classmates and teacher turning their attention to you. With a look of shame you took your seat quickly and began digging through your bag for your textbook. “Took too long staring at yourself in the mirror this late morning Y/N?” The smug Steve Harrington sitting beside you with a smirk on his handsome face. “Bite me Harrington.” You mumbled with a scowl, not bothering to look in his direction. “Don’t tempt with a good time babe.” Giving him the finger had finally shut him up, that and the look of disapproval from your teacher. You and Harrington had a strange friendship, if you could even call it that. One minute he was telling you that you looked beautiful and then the next minute he’s being the douchey party jock that you truly know him as. But nonetheless you didn’t mind the love hate relationship you had with him, he was decent most of the time, but when he wasn’t? You really hated his guts.

Standing at your locker studying for your test next period you could barely concentrate with the babbling Steve standing on the other side of your locker’s open door with one of his basketball friends. Why did he have to be placed right beside you? Whirling around you slammed your locker shut, narrowing your eyes at the tall boy. “Would you shut your mouth Stevie boy? Some of us actually value our education.” You growled, holding up your Chem notes, that infamous smirk of Steve’s on his face once again. “Why don’t you put down those notes and make me?” His friend laughing beside him, Steve shooting an all too friendly wink at you before you had stomped off to the library, hoping to get as far away from Steve as possible. He’s just so full of himself, thinking that he could just flirt away all the problems that you had with him.

Your eyebrows knitted together in deep concentration, reading the handwritten paper that was in your hands. Words crossed out and replaced with others, red pen markings covering the pages, this paper has seen better days. “Change the last sentence to reflect on your thesis and you’re golden Stevie.” You glance up at the anxious boy with his arms crossed, biting down on his finger in anticipation. “Really? You think it’s okay? It makes sense and it’s not a load of bullshit?” He spoke, taking the papers back from your hands. “There’s a few grammar mistakes but that’s an easy fix, you did really good Steve.” You offered him a supportive smile, nestling further into your seat on your couch. Over the past few months you and Steve had become oddly close, mostly thanks to your younger brother Dustin befriending the much older boy. But you didn’t seem to mind having him around for your brother, as great of a sister you are, Dusty could use a good brotherly figure in his life. At first you thought it was all a joke, Steve picking Dustin up for the Snow Ball dance, taking him to the arcade, hanging out with him on Sunday afternoons, just some cruel ploy to mess around with you. But the more he came over, the more time you spent around the two, you could tell that the friendship was mutual and most importantly, genuine.

Even with your reassuring comment Steve still didn’t seem confident in his paper, his face scrunched as he read it over for what was probably the 100th time. He sighed, sitting beside you with his head in his hands staying silent, which definitely meant that something was up. “You’re pretty quiet Harrington, what’s on your mind?” You asked scooting closer to him, waiting for a response. Steve mumbled something that was too soft for you to pick up on, resulting in you asking what he had said. “I said what if I don’t get in! I’m just…j-just not good enough! What if my paper sucks and they think I’m-.” He stopped talking only because you had stood up abruptly, your face red with anger. “Oh my god, would you just shut up you dipshit!” You groaned loudly, standing in front of the awestruck boy. “Of course you’re going to get into college! What’s got you worried? The fact that you’ve made a few grammatical errors that I’M helping you fix?” You stopped for a second, only to take a deep breath and start at it again. “You’re an amazing athlete, you’ve got good grades, your personality could charm the pants off of any woman-Ah ah, there’s no time for dirty talk I’m in the middle of a grand soliloquy.” You put your pointer finger up, nagging it at the smirking Steve, knowing exactly what he was going to do if you hadn’t said it. “I’m not going to just sit here and let the person that I love talk shit about themselves and be so harsh when really they should be super happy about the fact that they’re doing fanfucking-tastic! You’ve been stressing over this paper, hell this whole college thing for the past month and a half! Suck it up and accept the fact that you’re getting into college, even if I. myself have to drag you there by your Ferrah Fawcett coated hair.” Taking a deep breath you were finally done with your rant, your hands on your hips in true frustration form. Steve sat there with a cheesy but shy grin, never have you seen that before, making you raise an eyebrow.

“You love me?” Steve asked quietly, standing up from the couch and in front of you now. Thinking back at what you had said your eyes widened, the word had slipped out and you hadn’t even noticed, but clearly the grinning boy in front of you did. A bright blush took over your face, embarrassed that you had let your feelings come out in such an explosive way. But to your defense, that’s what happens when you keep them buried for three months. Steve’s hand came to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear sweetly. “Out of all of what I just said that’s what you choose to focus on? Maybe you aren’t getting into college after all.” You replied back with sass, it was your only defense. Rolling his eyes at you, Steve grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you in closer to him, causing you to giggle. “Shut up and kiss me smartass.” Without any hesitation, you pressed your lips against Steve’s, your arms wrapping around his neck while he kissed you back feverishly.

Never would you have imagined you would be standing intertwined, kissing the jocky Steve Harrington. But overtime he proved that he was much more than just the average party going, cocky all-star athlete. He was much more than all of those things, he was caring, seriously overprotective, kind hearted when he wanted to be, and most of the time his intentions were nothing but pure and good. Steve and you pulled apart after a minute or two of heavy kissing. “Come on lover boy, let’s finish this paper so we can get back to the fun stuff.” You encouraged with an eyebrow raise, taking his hand and pulling him back to the couch with a red pen back in your hand.

“Oh man do I love you and the sound of that.”

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I banged out this request so fast tonight but I think it turned out pretty well! Let me know what you guys think! Requests are open!! xx Lexie.


I Can’t Lose Her

Part 1 (It’s really not that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on); Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5

Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.

Genre: Mafia AU, angst

Word count: 4,334 I went all out with this one 😂

Originally posted by sehunicorne

Jongdae’s POV

8 years ago

“Jongdae take a look at this,” my father said handing me a file with a bunch of papers in it.

“Darling, I don’t think you should show him this yet, he’s too young,” my mother interrupted.

“He’s has to take over the family business sooner or later, besides he already knows a lot of stuff, might as well learn how to deal with the ones indebted to us.”

My mother didn’t say anything just looked at me and went out of the room. I picked up the file and opened it. It wasn’t a big case, just some husband and wife who owns my father money because of gambling in one of his casinos. I have no idea why he would give me this, it seemed boring. My father noticed that.

“They don’t owe me that much compared to some other big shots but what I really dislike about them is the fact that they tried to run away…”

I wondered what he meant before I turned the page and saw that they’re now in completely different city. What fools. Do they really think they can escape my father this easily, he has eyes everywhere and they’re just amateurs. I understood that my father probably wants to go pay them a visit and I would gladly accompany him. I turned another page to see what they look like and to my surprise they had daughters. The older one in particular caught my attention, even though her face was expressionless, her features were delicate. I took the photo out.

“What about them?” I asked him, he picked up the picture and looked at it closely.

“We can use them to our advantage. Threatening is always easier when they have family members to worry of,” my father started laughing creepily, something that even made me feel unsettling. He stood up and called one of the drivers before gesturing for me to follow him.

“Are we actually going there now?” I questioned and he nodded. I got into the back seat of the car and checked my clock. We will probably arrive there in about 4 hours. I didn’t speak to my father anything else because honestly I preferred not to know what he’s planning. The car ride there felt like it will never end but once we were there I somehow started getting nervous. It was already dark outside and as soon as my father’s men began sprinting up the stairs the nervousness was soon replace by a pure sense of adrenaline. They kicked the door to one of the apartments open and went inside, searching for inhabitants, I wanted to go help them but my father told me to stay in the back. I saw how they ushered one man and three women to the tiny living room. I wondered how could somebody live in a place like this. My father steeped out from the shadows and I could already hear the two parents whimpering.

“Please, you have got it all wrong,” the man said.

“We were planning on paying you back,” the woman continued.

“Shut up,” my father said, pushing the two girls so they were on their knees, facing their parents. Even though their backs were to me, I immediately recognized the older one. I watched her hair go down her back and as she straighten herself I had to control my urge to come up to her.

“Please enlighten me how I’m wrong,” my father continued to mock them. “Because you clearly thought you can get away with all of the money I gave you. That’s not how this works.”

They all stayed silent for a moment and I heard another sob. It wasn’t from her though. She took the younger ones hand and whispered something to her.

“So what should I do with you all?” he asked expecting me to answer.

“Scare them a little?” I replied not sure if that’s the answer he wanted.

“Great idea!” he said, setting the gun against the back of her head. And then the quiet cries started again but by the way she was still kneeling I knew none of it is from her. She just squeezed the younger ones hand more tightly and I heard her mother say that everything is going to be okay but all of us knew it won’t and I don’t know what was going on in my head at that moment, I never dared defy my father like that.

“Wait!” I shouted and he turned to me, I had to say what I wanted quickly to avoid annoying him further. “Not this one,” I finally spoke. “The other,” I said, pointing to the younger one.

“As you wish,” my father said. I saw her turn to her sister in an attempt to stop him but the shot was already fired and only the echoes of the sound resonated along the room. Everyone was dead silent as they watched the body fall to the ground.

“Let’s go,” my father said, already going to the door. My eyes met hers seemingly for a split second but I could already see how they turned from frightened to pure hatred as she went to her sister’s lifeless body. I heard her cry for the first time as she held it. I quickly turned around. I have no idea why but extreme guilt washed over me.

“Shit,” I thought to myself going out. I couldn’t get the powerful look she gave me out of my head.  I realized that at that moment I fell in love with her.

6 year, 4 months

For the next almost two years there wasn’t a day I didn’t think about her. I wanted to meet her so badly but I knew it would never be possible after what happened. I spent my days gathering all the information I could possibly get on her. Her name especially stuck with me. I remember attending her sister’s funeral and watching her from one of the trees from a distance. Even being so far away from here I could see she had no emotion on her face. I knew that this is partly my fault but I never felt more grateful that my father listened to me on that day. After a few months, I found out that she started working to help repay her parents debts. Whenever I went to the café she worked at I was always too scared to go inside, thinking she will recognize me. At this point I knew I’m becoming quite obsessed with her but I just had to see her. Get closer somehow. My father’s health got significantly worse and I had to take care of a lot of more things nowadays but I had inside eyes even in her school. I felt like trashing the office I already had when I found out that someone is actually bullying her. I had to go there myself. Luckily on that day she wasn’t even at school. I chuckled when I saw how everyone stared at me as I pulled up in an expensive car in front of the building. I went straight to the principal and him knowing my father, well promised not to interfere. I slammed the door to her classroom open and called the bullies out. They of course didn’t want to go anywhere with me but just with a snap of my fingers, my father’s men were already at them.  Their squirms of pain and asks for forgiveness were music to my ear, as I tortured them myself in one the warehouses owned by us. Every day I was getting more and more like my father. I wondered if she ever found out where they suddenly disappeared to. I couldn’t let her be in that school anymore, so after a long argument I finally won and she was supposed to get transferred by getting a scholarship to the private school I attended. I could barely contain my excitement at the thought of seeing her more often.

4 years ago

It made me quite happy to know that she’s the introverted type. Less guys approached her, less trouble for them and for me. I have heard that she needed some really persuasive convincing so she would actually go this school. Knowing her, it didn’t surprise me she found this suspicious. I stared at her from the third floor window, reading a book by one of the trees. She looked as beautiful as ever. Our uniform fit her well.

“Are you watching her again?” Baekhyun approached me. “Man, you’re so creepy.”

“Shut up, it’s none of your business.”

He raised his hands in defence.

“Relax, I’m not taking her, even though she’s a great catch but seeing how everything is going, you’re not going to get her anytime soon either,” he laughed but I quickly silenced him with a punch to his stomach. He fell down on the floor and I lifted him up by the collar.

“You dare say something like that about her again.”

“No need to get violent. Anyone would be stupid to try to do that. Do you think I want to die? You’re scary when you’re jealous,” he said swatting my hand away and standing up. “Speaking about that. I heard that some guy from her class confessed to her the other day, she rejected him though-“

But I wasn’t listening anymore. How dare someone do that. I knew who it was. I saw him trying to get all friendly with her. Luckily it was still lunch break, I went to his table and dragged him away. I saw how frightened he got by the second. I was known as quite the scary one in the school, I just hoped that rumour never reached her.

“What, what is it?” he asked me when I slammed him to the wall in one of the corners. I didn’t say anything just took his arm and began twisting. He screamed in pain.

“Did you talk to Y/N the other day?”

“Y/N? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I twisted his arm to the opposite direction a bit more.

“Okay yes. Yes I was.”

“She’s mine,” I told him as I finally heard the bone snap. He cried out in pain and fell to the floor. “You won’t tell anyone about this unless, you have a death wish,” I said, showing him my gun.

I went to the next lesson like nothing happened. I saw Baekhyun glance at me from his table. He asked if I took care of him and I nodded. I had another worry now, my graduation is soon and she still has two years of studying left.

2 years ago

My father’s sudden passing half a year ago left me with complete control of the gang but also all the worry and trouble it came with. Before this I never knew he was associated with the other families and how closely they worked together. I needed to learn again how to cooperate and work for a common goal. The many deals and jobs my father left me with meant that I couldn’t see her as often. I sometimes wondered why she’s still not here by my side. I had so much power in this city yet, I couldn’t just go and kidnap her. At least I knew that she also graduated. I literally thought about staying an extra year in school just to be near her but my mother convinced me otherwise. It made me quite sad when I found out, she never went to pursue a higher education, when she was one of the top graduates. After all these years, her parents never learned and still gambled. Even more so, after what happened. Her heart was too kind, they didn’t deserve her. She worked two jobs just to take care of them and also pay up the debt. I wonder how she felt knowing that she’s sending the money to her sister’s killer. One day thinking about this I came up with a perfect plan to finally make her mine.

9 months ago

“You know it will never work,” Minseok said as soon as I explained to him what I was planning. “She will find out sooner or later.”

Every single one of them told me that. Why did I even bother explaining. I’m going to go through with it anyway. I have been waiting for so long as it is.

“Then I better make sure she doesn’t,” I said, putting my jacket on and going to the door.

“Jongdae don’t be stupid, she’s just a girl…”

“She’s special. You haven’t seen her on that day.”

I knew why they didn’t like this idea from the start, it was mostly because they didn’t want me to get hurt by her or get hurt while protecting her. Stupid reasons. I called my family’s lawyer and he promised to get the documents ready by the end of the month. I went back to my apartment and fell down on the bed. The room next to mine was still empty but I could already imagine her being there.

5 months ago

I picked up the papers and the photos I gathered of her throughout all these years. I wanted to burn them, get rid of them but I somehow couldn’t bring myself to do it. She looked so pretty and cute in all of them. I opened the secret drawer and put all of them in there. Today was the day. Her parents agreed to meet me as soon as I told them what I want. They welcomed me warmly and they nodded eagerly when I told them I’m willing to pay off their debt. It disgusted me how easily they accepted my offer to exchange money for their daughter, I tried not to show them this because I was also extremely happy everything is going so well. They didn’t question why I’m even doing this and that was enough for me. As I shook their hands and they signed the papers, I heard the front door of their apartment open. And there she was, almost in the same place I first met her, looking as stunning as ever in her work dress. I stood up immediately and took a few steps to her. She glanced at me then at her parents.

“Who’s this?” she asked, her voice sweet and soothing.

“Y/N this is Jongdae, you will have to come with him,” her mother explained.

“Jongdae?” she questioned and for a second, I thought she will recognize me. “Why should I go with him?”

“We just made a perfect deal and got a lot of money from him,” she was shocked by the answer.

“And you’re selling me off just like that?!” she shouted. “He could be a human trafficker for all I know, how dare you!”

I couldn’t stay here any longer, I needed to get away from her parents before I punched them in the face. I grabbed her by the arm and went to the door.

“Mother,” she cried out.

“Don’t worry Y/N! He promised to take care of you,” she shouted after her.

“Let go of me,” she said, as I took her to the car. She seemed quiet on the outside but I absolutely loved how feisty she actually is. I had no idea how to take her to the headquarters without her escaping, so I handcuffed her to one of the handles inside of the car.

“What the hell are you doing? Is this a kidnapping?” she began trashing around but abruptly stopped when she noticed my gun. I saw that she was at least a bit scared but she tried her best not to show it.

I took her to one of the rooms in the headquarters and sat her on the bed.

“Y/N I want to marry you,” I finally told her. She looked at me in disbelief.

“Are stupid or something? There was no way I’m getting married.”

And so it began. I tried to convince her multiple times and I didn’t know it was even possible but she started to annoy me to no end. Maybe this won’t be as easy as I thought it would be. I came back to the room again after a while and panicked when I couldn’t see her in it. I ran to the bathroom and saw that she’s climbing into the ventilation shaft. That was it. I dragged her out roughly and flung her over my shoulder. I left her downstairs and went to my room to calm down. I shoved everything off my table, it was easier taking it out on something. I knew I can’t show her my temper and how I actually am if I ever want to gain her trust and I needed that but most of all I needed her. I stayed away for a few hours before coming back to her. I signalled my men to leave us alone. I came up to her and saw that she’s sleeping. She looked so adorable I just wanted to pick her up and hold her close. And so I did but she woke up soon after. She stared at me with those beautiful eyes of her and her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink when I complimented her. I felt bad threatening her but she really had no more than two options. Even though I could never kill her. I watched the tears stream down her face. And here I thought I will never see that happening again. I wiped them off and after all these years of waiting, kissed her.

3 months ago

I couldn’t help but chuckle when I told her I stopped locking the door to her room days ago. I couldn’t bring myself to do it anymore. But she was even more shocked when I told her I’m taking her to party. She was gorgeous in the dress I got her that I froze to my spot. She came up to me and fixed my tie and when she looked up, she seemed so innocent, I couldn’t believe I’m lying to her. I was about to tell her everything right there on the spot, thank God one of my men saved me. I know how much she would hate me if she ever found out the truth and by now, I would probably die if she left me. I still hated the plan they come up with even though it was perfect. She was beautiful, who wouldn’t get distracted by her. I gave her a necklace with a tracker in it and prayed that she won’t get in any trouble so I wouldn’t need to use it. Unfortunately that was not going to happen. When Junmyeon came in and told me that Jimin took her to the roof I completely ignored the deal we were making and everyone in the room and ran out as fast as I can. If he as much as touched her. I don’t care if I get this war started. I kicked the door open and saw that he had her cornered. I would have killed him but somehow I was afraid to shoot someone if front of her, thinking it will trigger something. And I was right when all of it was over and she came to me that night I knew what she dreamt of.

1 month ago

I was trying to convince her to work with me for the past two months. I wanted to keep her nearby but I knew she would never accept it. She hated violence. One day she even asked me about her parents. It surprised me how much she still cared about them. As each day went by after I gave her the key to go out whenever she wanted and I saw her smile more often, it was harder to control myself. I didn’t want to push her but I loved her so much and I wanted her to know that.

Yesterday;  7 am

I woke up early because only now did I remembered that I never got her that wedding ring. What kind of a husband am I. I sat up in my bed and picked up my phone. I already had 3 missed calls. Two from Chanyeol, one from Minseok. What do they want so early in the morning? I had to go find that ring. I peeked inside her room before I went out. She looked so peaceful and cute while she slept. I could never get enough of seeing her this way.

Yesterday; 12 am

I came back after four hours and she still was asleep. I went to my office and checked my phone. 10 more missed calls. I had no plans of talking to them today, no matter how important it was. I took my cheque book and couldn’t help but take a peek at the photos I still had underneath. I still couldn’t believe I got so lucky to finally have her.

Yesterday; 10 pm

I came back as soon as I got the ring and went to the balcony with her. I knew she enjoyed the view. I didn’t know where to start, so I kept quiet for a moment, enjoying her presence.

“Jongdae, did something happen?” she asked me and I saw that she was actually worried. I turned around and practically begged her to let me put the ring on. Now she really was mine and everyone will be able to see that. I couldn’t believe she was just as happy as I am. I took her hands in mine.

 “You may have already noticed it but I’m utterly and extremely in love with you,” I told her and she began blushing. I didn’t know what to expect after that but I certainly didn’t think she would pull me in and kiss me. She kissed me. Herself. I slid my hands down her back to her waist when freaking Minseok came in and ruined the moment. As much as I didn’t want to leave her, I knew one against eleven is not a good fight. I told her not to wait up and kissed her on the forehead before going after Minseok.

Present Day; 6 am

I was so sick of this meeting and all this bullshit. I just wanted to go back home to her and hug her so tight and kiss her all over.

“Jongdae are you listening? I’m not going to repeat it for the third time,” Junmyeon said, pointing at the white board near him.

“Yeah yeah,” I told him. “So what if BTS started to move, do you seriously think we can’t beat them?”

“That’s not the point, they have allies,” he sighed before standing up. “I think we have been discussing this for too long now. The meeting is over. We will meet up later today. Don’t be late, especially you,” he said pointing at me.

I was the first one to get out of the room and was almost running to the elevator when Sehun caught up with me. I really didn’t want to speak with him right now.

“Did you hear?” he asked, stopping me.


“Strange. I thought you will be going out for blood by now.”

“Just tell me what it is. I’m in a hurry.”

“There are some rumours going on around in the black market that Jimin issued a reward for someone who will bring Y/N to him,” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Are you serious? I have to get back home. Fast.”

Present Day; 8 am

I kept thinking why would he want her so badly the whole drive from the headquarters. But the want to finish what we started was stronger. I unlocked the door and went inside. I didn’t see here anywhere down stairs, so maybe she was still sleeping. As I was going up I saw that my office door is slightly open.

“Y/N are you in there?” I asked, pushing them. I saw her kneeling behind the table. She looked up at me with those same eyes I saw 8 years ago that turned from frightened to pure anger and hatred.

“Fuck,” was the only thing I could think of. “I fucked up.”

“Care to explain what’s the meaning of this?” she said, coming up and throwing all the papers at me. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say. If she found this, she already knew everything. Why the hell I never got rid of them. She took hold of my shirt and tugged at me roughly.

“I only have one thing to ask you,” she said. “Were you really there when my sister was shot to death?”

She stared at me and I kept silent.

“I can’t believe this,” tears already formed in the corner of her eyes. “I can’t believe I was about to fall for a man who is responsible for my sister’s death.”

She let go of me and ran downstairs but I caught up to her.

“Y/N listen, if it wasn’t her it would have been you! I could never let that happen.”

She turned around and slapped me hard across the face. It hurt but I deserved that.

“And who gave you the right to decide?” she shouted and ripped the silver necklace off her neck before running out through the door. Shit if she doesn’t have that on, I won’t be able to find her.

“Y/N!! Baby wait!!”

I chased after her but she was unbelievably fast. I wondered how is that even possible since she was wearing heels. I ran after her for good fifteen minutes when I lost sight of her in the crowds of people. I punched the nearby wall with all my might, making my knuckles bleed.  I set my head against it’s coldness.  It can’t end this way. I can’t lose her now.

~ Part 7 ~

A/N: Dun dun duuuun, turns out Jongdae is an obsessive stalker

  • Monoma: [walks into his classroom] Sorry I was late, I was…doing things.
  • Bakugou: [blasts the classroom door open, noticeably disheveled] HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!
  • Monoma: “Push” is such a strong word, I prefer to call it “giving you a little nudge.”
  • Bakugou: [grabs Monoma by the collar] I’LL GIVE YOU A LITTLE NUDGE WHEN I SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!
  • Monoma: HEY!
  • Monoma: [points to Kendou] Watch your fucking language in front of the President.
  • Kendou: [double face-palm]
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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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
Onsra | Part VIII

(v.) – to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing a love won’t last

Words: 14.9K

Genre: Demon au, angst, smut

Read: Part 1 | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

A/N: Warning: Suggestive content. Smut. Swearing.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You hold out your hand to him and you notice the slight hesitation in his eyes. Just as you were about to pull your hand away, he reaches out and takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.


“It’s nice to meet you,” You smile up at him.

“Likewise… Thank you, Y/N,“ The brown haired boy chuckles and you can’t help but laugh light heartedly with him. "I would’ve seriously been lost without your help. Forget about making it on time to any of my classes on the first day.”

"I’m sure you’d be alright. It’s just right down this hall,” You smile, picking up the pace a little. Your mind was on anything but school at the moment and the last thing you wanted to do was sit through that boring class. “Taehyung, right? What year are you?” You ask him in an attempt to think about anything else and anyone else besides Jeon Jungkook.

"Third year technically,” He grins and you nod before looking his way again. What did he mean by technically? He looked young and honestly not any older than you were, yet he had two years on you. Taehyung was also… good looking, very good looking.

It must have been his signature boxy smile that made him stand out or maybe it was his height. Not to mention he had relatively softer features, and if you were to compare him to Jungkook’s almond shaped eyes and— wait. You were just subconsciously comparing him to Jungkook; what was wrong with you?

“Are you ok?” Taehyung leans down to ask you, pulling you out of your thoughts quickly. Your face reddens with embarrassment and you nod fast, more surprised at how close he had brought his face to yours; you hadn’t meant to zone out. He shoots you another bright smile before moving away.

“H-Here it is,” You point towards the open classroom and motion for him to enter first. He nods gratefully and you chew your lower lip, unsure if there was even a point in going to class if the only thing on your mind was going to be Jungkook. It really would be a waste of time to be sitting there absentmindedly thinking of Jungkook and not finance. Maybe you’d use this time to go find him; he couldn’t have gone far. You’d go to his room…

“Are you coming, Y/N? You’re in this class, aren’t you?” Taehyung calls your name softly and asks. He once again breaks your train of thought as you look up at him.

“What? Yeah, but—”

"You space out quite a bit.” He says observantly before reaching for your hand. “Let’s sit in the back.” Taehyung gives you a tug and you find yourself entering the classroom with him. The professor had already begun to teach as the both of you slowly made your way to the seats in the far back left corner of the room to ensure no disruption.

Why did he reach for your hand? You had just met him and needless to say you were surprised at how forward he was. In this case, you didn’t even need to think twice when it came to removing your hand from Taehyung’s grasp. His eyes suddenly meet yours and you give him a small courteous smile as you sat down in your seat, hoping it wouldn’t offend him. Taehyung simply looks down at his own hand before turning his attention fully to the professor.

How strange.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do another "Romanian Gothic"?

Romanian Gothic (II)

you’re at a Romanian gathering. you’ve met at least 50 people named Andrei. there are 50 people at the gathering.

you hear foreigners on the internet talking about “city slickers” vs “farmers”. you chuckle, reading this from your apartment as you pet your chickens.

“Romania has the best internet speed in all of europe! and it’s so cheap too!” you hear a foreigner say. cheap? panicking, you go through all your past paychecks to try and understand what they’re talking about.

you park your car on the nearest sidewalk. another car parks on the nearest car.

you’re driving to work in your modified Dacia™. you curiously check your rear mirror, as you should have heard obnoxious honking behind you by now. you tighten your grip on the wheel. 20 stray dogs.

“would you like seconds?” a buni asks you. this is your 6th course.

Schrödinger’s manele. you sweat while talking to a new person, as you have no idea if they will react extremely positively or extremely negatively to the mention of manele. for now you have no choice but to assume it’s both.

“i’ll only have one” you said. the bag of pufuleti is empty.

a woman faints nearby. you shake your head. who has the energy to give the evil eye these days?

you hold your breath around your buni, trying not to sneeze. you almost make it, but you let one out. your heart seizes. “it’s because you never wear your papuci!” she begins.

you’re studying abroad. the window in the classroom is open. you and 4 other people whimper in fear. you now have 4 new friends.

you’re at the airport, thinking about how much smuggled tuica you’re going to have later. the atmosphere suddenly darkens. “you have been randomly selected”

you guys see this? this is my favorite gift that ive ever given my mom. youre probably thinking “oh because its cute and heart shaped” guess again i got a story sit down

i made this thing in wood shop when i was in like 7th grade. you know how serious middle school wood shop is. memorizing the names of a hundred different tools from a study guide and then only using 3 of them because little johnny lost a finger in 1983 and the school board threw a fit. fuck you little johnny. but i digress

i made this thing for mothers day and i was all kinds of proud of it. i mean look at this shit its adorable. but i guess the incident with little johnny must have involved stickiness of some kind because it was absolutely unfathomable for my teacher to allow me to take this thing home before it was dry as the mojave. which wouldnt be a problem except for the fact that mothers day was on sunday and by friday he still wouldnt let me have the thing

that shit wasnt gonna fly. i made this thing for mothers day, not day after mothers day and my mom was going to get her damn present okay

so saturday night, 12 year old me makes a plan. you could have filmed this shit, slapped a jazz tune on the beginning and marketed it as the next james bond: i parked my bike by the back doors of the building, snuck in during a soccer game so that nobody would notice me, avoided every security camera along the way, got the door to the classroom open and with the flimsy light of my flip phone i tracked this thing down and made my great escape

of course i didnt tell my mom what i did until years later when i was safe from being grounded for it, but the reason i still love this damn thing and we keep it around is because of how frickin proud and impressed she was

apparently this sort of thing runs in the family

boy cant wait till i have my own kids one day

Clammy Hands

Originally posted by hoppelessssssss

Summary: You and Jonathan act the part as Hawkin’s ‘it’ couple.

A/N: Thank you so much @sgarrett49 for my first Stranger Things imagine :)

Pairing: Jonathan x reader

no warnings

“Jonathan, stop it! Seriously!”

Your shrieks and laughter bellowed through the parking lot of Hawkins High, making all heads turn in the direction of the chaos. Jonathan was standing in front of your body, snapping pictures with Bob’s camera. He was walking around, talking polaroids from every angle of you. In the lense, you looked like a pure angel: the light from the sky illuminated your eyes, the gentle breeze blowing your hair, the rosy blush on your cheeks from the cold air. Jonathan could absolutely stare at you for days, just admiring your beauty. A smile was on his face, and he didn’t realize how hard he was smiling until his cheeks began aching.

“Please! I look so bad!”

You pleaded with Jonathan, hands covering the lense. He groaned, put the lense cap carefully on the camera, and dropped the camera into his bag. Your giggles were still slipping out as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, (Y/N). I’ll show you them when I go to the red room to develop them.”

Jonathan leaned in and gave you a kiss on the cheek. He pulled away and began to bring you two inside.

“You’re freezing. Let’s get inside before we miss first period.”

“Oh, you and your perfect attendance.”

Jonathan chuckled, his breath turning into stream around the both of you. He opened the door to the school, and used his arm to signal you in. With a curtsy and a giggle, you walked in. He let go of the door and came up after you, grabbing your cold hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Your hands are clammy, Jonathan.”

“It’s because I keep falling in love with you over and over again, (Y/N).”

You groaned and leaned into his shoulder, walking down the hallway to your lockers. As you two kept talking aimlessly, Jonathan noticed the students lining the walls look at you both, with an admiration and awe-glazed look in their eyes. 

It was no secret to Jonathan nor yourself that you two were the couple of Hawkins High School. Students were rooting for you two, teachers purposefully paired the two together, and even Jonathan’s family adored you two. Even Billy wouldn’t cause trouble with the two of you, he couldn’t break up love that strong.

You stopped at your lockers, which were ironically next to each other, and began spinning your combinations. 

“So, Jonathan, I’ve been meaning to ask you. How’s Will feeling? Is he getting better? And is your mom okay? Last I checked, she found the demo-dog in the freezer after… I’m sorry to bring that up, I know you entirely aren’t fully healed over the whole situation but-”

Jonathan looked over your locker door and gave you a gentle smile

“He’s doing good, great actually. Will is strong, and I’m happy we brought him back. Mom is… has been better. But, Will is back and I spend more time with her. You’re free to come over to check on us, too. She loves you. Will loves you too. But I love you more.”

Your cheeks turned a bright scarlet as he finished his sentence. You grabbed your textbook and closed your locker. Jonathan grabbed his books and shut his too, holding out a free hand for yours to hold. You took the initiative to lace your fingers together. 

Turning on your heel, you two began heading towards your next class. When you reached your room, Jonathan looked at you with a small grin.

“Meet me in the red room after second period, okay?”

“See you there, Jonathan.”

You opened the classroom door and stepped in, not before giving Jonathan a wink. He grinned back and turned around, beginning his journey to the other side of the school, towards his chemistry class.

The third period bell rang as you opened the door to the red room. You slowly and quietly closed the door, looking around, noticing the tall frame of your boyfriend. You set your bag down at the side table and began walking towards him. 

You slipped your arms around his waist, and went on tiptoes to press feathery kisses to his neck.

“Hey babe, I missed you.”

You felt Jonathan’s chuckle rumble in his chest, and he turned his head to see you snuggled into his shoulder.

“Are those the pictures of me?”

He nodded.

“They’ll be developing for a few more minutes. In the meantime…”

You giggled and hit his chest lightly. Jonathan slowly turned around and brought his hands to your face.

“Still clammy, I see.”

“Still the love of my life, I see.”

You closed your eyes and let out a breathy laugh. Jonathan leaned in to close the gap, connecting his lips to yours. You responded back, pressing forcefully against his soft lips. His hands trailed down to your waist, gripping your hips. He slowly began deepening the kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. 

You gave him access, and he turned dominant in seconds. He picked you up by your thighs and brought you to an empty space next to the pictures. Jonathan stood in between your legs, and slowly began kissing down your throat.


He smiled against your neck, and began sucking harshly. You gasped, and your arms wrapped around his shoulders. As he went for a second kiss, you looked over to the pictures, which were fully developed.

“Oh my god, Jonathan. These are…”


You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. The pictures were magnificent; you looked gorgeous. But, he wasn’t looking at the picture. He was looking at you instead.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jonathan.”

You pulled him by the collar of his shirt into another fierce kiss, a tight smile on your face.

Little One: High School Proms

Reader x Kol Mikaelson


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.


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.”


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?”


“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.”


“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?”

anonymous asked:

i love!!! ur single dad aus :) could you write one for got7's jackson?

it’s been long since ive written for got7 ;;

  • has three kids,,,the oldest his ten year old son, then a seven year old daughter, and lastly his youngest - a three year old daughter
  • and even with thREE kids,,,,he’s still the fittest most positive dad on the planet,,,,probably
  • his morning workout? do push ups with his son on his back and then jog in place while watching spongebob with the younger ones
  • is one of those dads who has pictures of his kids doing everything ,,,, like they’ll just all be at the supermarket and one of them does something like balance an apple on their head and jackson is like PAUSE! PICTURE TIME!
  • i imagine he’d probably love to have his who family super tight-knit so weekends with his parents,,,,meeting up with his cousins and their kids,,,
  • and of course - family night that he hosts and he has all the other got7 dads come over with their families
  • is so freaking cute like when he’s playing monopoly with his daughters and sons and one of them makes him go bankrupt he falls over onto the carpet and is like,,,,my owN cHILDREN betRAY ME,,,,,
  • cried during zootopia when they all went to see it at the movies and his son was like dad,,,,dAD you’re embarrassing me
  • speaks canto with the kids so they can learn it but sometimes he switches into korean out of force of habit
  • you’re actually the homeroom teacher of jackson’s oldest son and when jackson comes in for parent-teacher conference 
  • you open the door to see him dashing down the hall,,,,the older daughter on his back as the three year old makes a dash for the open door of another classrooms open door
  • his son stands in front of you, lopsided smile going “my dad needs to calm my sisters down, but it’ll be a minute”
  • you hear jackson’s voice,,,,shouting in a mixture of canto and english 
  • with one swoop, he catches the younger girl and comes into your room
  • embarrassed smile, apologizing for how wild they can get
  • you shake your head,,smiling as the kids settle themselves beside their father
  • “well,,,,your son is a great student but-”
  • jackson straightens up “but?”
  • he shoots a look at his son as the boy sinks into his chair
  • “but he tends to focus more on sports than he does on school,,,,,”
  • jackson sighs, reaching over to ruffle his sons hair 
  • “he takes after me,,,,but ill make sure he starts hitting the books from now on.”
  • you nod, looking at his daughters who are staring detrimentally at the bowl of candy on your desk
  • “you can go have some.”
  • the moment you finish your sentence they jump up, running over to dig through the treats
  • jackson’s son looks over too,,,but pretends he’s not when you catch him
  • “you can have some too-”
  • silently,,,the son gets up but soon enough he’s just as excited as his siblings
  • jackson leans over a bit and you jolt when you realize he’s close
  • “what’s his,,,,weakest subject? is it math - math wasn’t always strong for me,,,”
  • you go through some of his son’s test, pointing things out here and there
  • jackson gets up to walk around the table and get closer
  • and you feel shyness overcome you when you see him up close,,,,,,strong arms and a face like some sort of professional model,,
  • giggling a bit when you both come across a doodle on his son’s homework you look at each other
  • and you feel your heart tug because oh he is,,,so handsome,,,,
  • jackson runs a hand over his neck,,,going quiet which is rare since he talks a mile a minute
  • and just as you’re going to say something else
  • one of the daughters plops herself over your lap and you’re like “oh?” and she’s like “do you have anymore hershey’s??? i like them so much!!!”
  • you laugh and go “yes, in my closet but - it looks like you’ve had a lot!”
  • you rub the chocolate smear from the corner of her lip and jackson nods “you’ve had enough, plus you need to save some room for dinner.”
  • the other kids come back and you stand up to see jackson and his kids off
  • when he turns to you and goes “aren’t i the last parent tonight?”
  • you check the sign in list and nod,,,,,asking why
  • jackson grins and goes “would you like to join us? we’re going to the diner around the corner - family friday night deals!!”
  • you feel something warm when you hear the word ‘family’,,,,the daughters nod encouragingly at you while the son murmurs “dad,,,,that’s my teacher,,,,”
  • jackson is still smiling, motioning with his head for you to come along
  • you decide,,,,why not??? and grab your things to head out with them
  • dinner is fun~!!! the girls warm up to you and even the son seems to forget you’re his teacher for the night
  • jackson especially seems to like you,,,,making jokes and throwing in compliments here and there
  • that night,,,,as the three kids watch excitedly from the window of the car jackson drops you off and asks for your number
  • “i know ive got three ,,,, wild kids,,,,,but if you want to try-”
  • “id love to,,,,,,,”
  • the next morning you’re getting coffee in the teachers room and teacher nayeon passes by, grinning and going, “we heard about that date - you better tell us everything!”
  • blushing,,,you try to say it wasn’t a date,,,,,but,,,,c’mon family friday at the diner is totally a date,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hehe
Teach Me How to Be Quiet


genre: smut, fluff?, tiny bit of angst but it’s not a lot

warnings: teacher x teacher, blowjobs, deepthroating, public!kink, hs!au, phil not being good at all at keeping his composure

words: 1568

read on ao3!!!

a/n: so like i rly liked this prompt so i did it ehehe. i’m tired as heck, but hopefully if things go right i should be done with most hw tomorrow and i should have tgtbatd updated for yall on thursday :) thanks for being patient and also thank you for helping me reach my next hundred!!! enjoy <3333

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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!

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.

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.

“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.

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.