Luna took a treat breath and then said, without so much as a preliminary hello: “I believe He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back, and I believe you fought him and escaped from him.” “Er – right,” said Harry awkwardly.
Nursey is so wrapped up in saying goodbye to the graduating seniors that he doesn’t notice Dex and Bitty disappear until Chowder pokes him in his ribs with a grin. “You’re gonna pretend to be surprised, right?”
Nursey is already surprised, and confused, but doesn’t say so.
When they get back to the Haus half an hour later, taking the long route at Chowder’s insistence, everything looks the same as it always does. That is until Nursey makes his way up to Lardo’s old room, determined to figure out what he’s apparently supposed to already suspect.
“Shit,” Dex curses when he spots him. “Uh, hey? Fuck. I mean. What’s up, Nurse?”
Nursey blinks several times in quick succession, but the image of Dex in the middle of hanging custom bookshelves on the back wall of their soon-to-be-shared-bedroom while surrounded by at least five of Nursey’s favorite baked goods doesn’t go away. “…I literally don’t even know where to start, bro.”
Dex’s head drops down with a beleaguered groan. There’s a number two pencil stuck behind one ear and a hammer hanging from one of his belt loops. It’s a good look on him.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Nursey adds.
“You weren’t supposed to know I installed this,” Dex mutters, eyes trained on the floor.
“And the pies?”
“That was mostly Bitty. I only made one of them.“ Dex shrugs a shoulder stiffly. "Well. One and a half.”
Sitting in your room surrounded by notes, phone switched off, sweatpants on. Neat cursive handwriting, an empty coffee cup next to you, cross referencing your sources, old school encyclopedias, a CD you borrowed from your friend, only taking a break every 2 hours, focusing on your goals.
Kitchen table, papers everywhere, empty coffee cups scattered around the room. Hair in a messy bun and pencil behind your ear, determined when you want to be. TV on in the background. Taking a break every 20 minutes for more coffee and to call your friends to tell them how boring your study is. Accomplishing your goals despite the mess.
Jamming out to rock music while you work, pigtails, your work is surprisingly organised but you find it hard to focus. You've tried the pomodoro technique but it was hard to stick to, so you take tiny breaks to air guitar when a good part of a song comes on. Getting distracted by your roommates.
Your notes are all in one notebook, scribbled in with a classic blue biro. Black coffee in a mug, reading glasses that you never let other people see, a comfy worn-in office chair, the smell of wood. Not worrying about being neat, keeping things as simple as possible. You do what works for you. It's a relaxed environment.
Studying in the library next to stacks of library books, 15 tabs open on your computer, desk full of pages. Gathering intense background knowledge of everything you come across. Calling your friends to tell them about new things you've learned. Quizzing yourself every 30 minutes, which counts as a break.
Sitting on the floor with your notes spread out around you. Four different types of study snacks. Highlighter marks on your face somehow. Switching subject every 10 minutes to keep yourself interested. Hot chocolate breaks every 20 minutes. Thriving off encouragement from your loved ones. Papercuts.
Your study lasts all day. First at the library, then at home. Work organised into neat folders, a different notebook for each subject. Straight lines and hand drawn banners. Hair in a neat bun. Glass full of different color highlighters. Scheduled breaks every 45 minutes to increase productivity. Framed photos of people who inspire you. Thriving off of competition.
This somehow just ended up being an excuse to draw Daesung with cute fluffy ears lol I’m sorry. I challenged myself to try different facial expressions outside of what I usually do and it was fun ~ I made tons of sketches b/c wolf ears are unexpectedly hard to draw (they still look kinda awkward tho).
Summary: You probably shouldn’t let Tony borrow your notebook.
Warnings: nothing? a moment of slight embarrassment but it’s not too bad.
Word Count: 1921
It’s honestly a miracle if everyone is fully prepared at the mission briefings. There’s always at least one person who walks in after the meetings start and it’s common that at least a couple people forgot pens or paper. On more than one occasion you planned to just grab a bunch of blank notebooks and extra pens from the supply closet and pile them in the center of the table. Though knowing the group, they’d end up taking it all from the room and still forget to bring it back next time. People love taking office supplies and the Avengers are no different.
Though to be fair, they have a lot to deal with on a regular basis between capturing lingering HYDRA agents, keeping extra-terrestrial threats at bay, and repairing their relationships with each other post-Accords. So maybe they have enough on their minds without having to remember to put a pen in their pocket so Steve doesn’t look so exasperated during meetings.
Tony always has a pencil stuck behind his ear. Always. But he can’t remember to bring a notebook to save his life. So you–being the lucky Stark employee that gets to sit in on mission briefings to take notes–started to just slide your personal 3-subject notebook to your boss. You carry it around with you all the time anyway to keep track of your daily random thoughts. Most pages hold little doodles, snippets of ideas you want to use in short stories, and probably too many lists of songs you’ve organized into themed playlists. It isn’t anything too personal, so you usually don’t have a problem with lending it to him.
I’m sorry but this photocracked me up so much I HAD to draw it!!!
@wraithvine apologies it’s a bit(very) sketchy, my mechanical pencil died half-way through and I was helping out a fete, and thus unable to continue ଵ˛̼ଵ
(The other Sona thing was just a 10 second doodle to test out my new waterproof fine-liner and white gel pen that arrived this morning - they’re SO MUCH BETTER THAN MY OLD ONES adklsk All I gotta do now is wait for my watercolour sketchbook to arrive!!! ( • ̀ω•́ )✧)
the belief that things appear more beautiful than they are.
Summary: Jungkook’s a photographer who has a knack for finding the beauty in the simple things. Word Count: 10,623 Genre:Photographer!Jungkook + angst/smut/fluff Warnings: Mentions of death A/N: Based on this song. This is incredibly long, and I’m sorry.
I’ll admit it, I’m a virgin. It’s not like I’m saving myself til marriage or anything special like that, but I wasn’t going to whore myself out like a prostitute either. I mean, no one’s ever tried anything with me. Mostly because I was the nerdy girl in the class.
The pencil behind the ear, thick glasses and sweater type of girl. I’m smart, and kind of a know-it-all. So as you can see, no one wants to have sex with the boring smart girl. I didn’t have that many friends as a result of this.
“Alright class, settle down. We have a new student.” Ms. Martins said, motioning to the tall blonde boy next to her. He had a black lip ring and ripped black skinny jeans. I could see a rose tattoo peaking out from under his black and white striped shirt. “Luke, would you like to introduce yourself.”
“Well, I’m Luke Hemmings. I moved here from Sydney. I like bands.. That’s about it.” He says, playing with his lip ring. I could already tell he was going to be popular, just by the way he stands. Not to mention Kristen Matters was already swooning over him. I could almost guarantee that he would be sitting at the popular kids table at lunch.
“Alright then, why don’t you go sit next to Y/N in the back.” Ms. Martins instructs before beginning to start class. Luke sits next to me, staring. He had this bad-boy, intimating aura about him that made me shrink in my seat. I quickly jotted down the notes as they left Ms. Martin’s mouth, Luke just stared at me.
“Y/N was it? Beautiful name, darling.” Luke says, leaning closer to me. I almost don’t hear him as I’m too focused jotting down notes. He outstretches his hand to me, I look at him with a puzzled expression. “Shake my hand, darling.”
“Why?” I ask, slowly reaching my hand to his, he takes my hand and kisses it.
“Your skin is so soft.” He mumbles as he pulls away.
“Mr. Hemmings, I’m sorry to interrupt the love-feast going on with Ms. Y/L/N but I’m sure we wouldn’t want the principle to talk to you on the first day.” Ms. Martins says, the entire class turns back to stare at us. I feel heat rise in my cheeks as I snatch my hand away from Luke and put my head down.
Ms. Martins went on teaching and I quickly jot down the notes, refusing to look at either Luke or any of my peers. Every so often, one of them would sneak a glance back at me and Luke. This didn’t seem to phase him but made me blush.
“Y’know, you’re cute when your flustered.” He whispers to me.
“Please, Luke. Just leave me alone.” I whisper back.
“Why? You scared you’re gonna start liking me and stop focusing on your studies.” He suggests. “Or is it that you’re a virgin and have no idea what the fuck you’ll do and are scared to embarrass yourself?”
“Leave me alone, Luke.” I snap a bit too loudly.
“Mr. Hemmings, one more time and I send you to the principal’s office.” Ms. Martins snaps.
“Sorry, teach. I’m a bit distracted by Y/N.” Luke says, causing eyes to dart my way.
“How so?” Ms. Martins asks, knowing my meek and quiet demeanor.
“Oh you know.” Luke shrugs. Ms. Martins rolls her eyes and continues to teach. This has been the longest class ever. Class continues as such, Luke getting in trouble and me avoid glances. Eventually, the lunch bell rings and I scurry off to the cafeteria. As I wait in the lunch line, Kristen Matters and her friends stand behind me.
“That Luke guy is so hot! You should totally date him, Kristen!” One of Kristen’s squeaky high pitched voiced friends say to her.
“I know right! They’d be so cute together! I bet he’d be a good fuck too! Right, Kristen?” Another friend says.
“Yeah, we could do it in my car after prom or something.” Kristen says. “But the fucks up with that Y/N chick? I didn’t even know she existed until he was like oogling her!”
“And like, how could she just reject him like that? For a nerd, she’s pretty fucking stupid.” The first friend says. I ignore them and take my food to the library, on my way out seeing Luke sitting at the popular table. School passes and buzzes with the gossip of the new kid. I board my bus and sit at the front, the bad kids sit at the back.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as Luke walks down the slim isle way.
“This is my bus. What are you doing here?” I question.
“This is my bus.” Luke says, taking a seat next to me. “Mind if I sit here?”
“Yes.” I say.
“Too bad. Guess you’ll just have to live with seeing me every day until you graduate.” Luke smiles. I groan and scoot closer to the window, Luke’s leg touches mine. I feel him put his hand on my exposed knee, I cross my legs. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
“Shut up, so what.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“So that means you’ve never had an
orgasm.” Luke says.
“Shut up, Luke.” I say, irradiated by his forwardness.
“Oh, poor Y/N, she’s never had an orgasm.” He chuckles. “What are you like religious or something? No sex til marriage type of thing?”
“No, I’m just not one of the many harlots you spend your time with.” I state.
“You mean Kristen and her friends?” He says. I nod. “You know maybe you’d get laid if you weren’t such a stuck up bitch.”
“And maybe if you weren’t such a filthy minded pig we could have had a civilized conversation about the weather and such.” I huff, recrossing my arms. Luke rolls his eyes and looks the other way. The bus comes to a stop on Maple drive. Luke starts to get up and leave the bus, sadly this was also my stop. I ended up walking behind Luke as we both headed home.
“What? Are you hear to harass me some more? Or say you’re sorry and give me head?” Luke snaps at me, his black messenger bag slinging off his shoulder.
“None of the above, I’m heading to my house.” I said pointing to my house.
“Fuck, you live next door from me? So there’s literally no way to avoid you? Oh no.” Luke says. I groan and just speed walk to my house. Luke watches me enter before continuing on to his home. I finish up some homework and eat dinner. I then lay on my bed in my underwear and a big teeshirt reading a book. I hear a tap at my window.
Luke pears in from behind the window, perched on the roof. I walk over and open it.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap at him.
“Well hello to you too. Can I come in?” Luke asks still perched.
“How the hell did you get up here?” I ask.
“Hopped your fence and climbed up the side.” He states. “I’m enjoying this outfit selection.”
“Shut up. Why are you here?” I mark the page I was reading and return it to my shelf. “I swear if you say ‘to get head’ or anything along those lines I’ll push you out the window.”
“I wanted to say sorry for teasing you. I mean, it’s not your fault you’ve never had an orgasm. I mean probably.” He says.
“Sorry my sex life isn’t as interesting as yours, Luke. But not a lot of people want to sleep with a girl who dresses like a catholic school girl.”
“I do.” Luke says.
“I want to sleep with you.” Luke says.
“You know I’m a virgin?” I inquire, very confused that someone would find me remotely attractive.
“Only makes you hotter. You know how hot it is for a guy to like.. Mark his territory. Like when America landed on the moon. It’s kinda like that.” Luke rambles, I notice a bulge in his jeans. “So, Y/F/N, can I take your virginity?”
“I- sure. Yes. You can take my virginity.” I say, blushing as I say the words. Luke grins and locks my door.
“You’ve kissed a boy before, right?”
“Yeah..” I blush. Luke gently cups my face before pressing his lips to mine. I kiss back timidly, he brings his tongue to my bottom lip. I open my mouth and let him explore. I feel butterflies in my stomach as Luke pulls me into his lap. I straddle him, arms loosely hanging around his neck. Luke starts to kiss down my neck and I gently pull on his hair, making him groan. He leaves hickeys down my neck and too the collar of my shirt.
“C-can I take your shirt off?” I ask, shifting on his lap. He lets out a breathy groan.
“Please, darling.” He smirks. I meekly take it off and put it on the floor. I admire his toned physic. I gently place a kiss by his ear and down his neck, his body is tense and breathing hard. I start to suck on an area wear his neck and shoulders meet. “Princess, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants by how fucking innocent you are. Can I please get you started on so you actually can loose your virginity?”
I nod and Luke quickly flips us. Luke gently removes my shirt, biting his lip ring as he takes in the sight of my bare breasts. He places kisses to each nipple before taking one between his teeth gently. I throw my head back on the bed and arch my back.
“I see someone likes that.” He says cockily. He leaves my breast and starts down to my naval. He places a kiss on my belly button, making me giggle. He then leans down farther and pulls my blue panties down with his teeth. i gasp at the sudden temperature change on my clit. “Easy there, darling.”
Luke spread my legs, placing a kiss just above my clit before slowly kissing down. I groan at his teasing, he chuckles and licks a long stripe up my folds. I groan and tangle my fingers in his hair. Luke circles my clit with his tongue before licking a flat stripe from the bottom to the top. All I knew was pure pleasure as my legs shook with pleasure.
“Mmm, you like this don’t you?” Luke hummed on my cunt.
“Fuck you, Luke.” I groaned out. He pulled away from me, his face dripping with my juices.
“Well that’s no way to talk to the guy that’s gonna give you your first orgasm?” Luke asks, tilting his head. I sit up and grab his face, pressing my lips to his. He smirks into the kiss and grabs my breast, making me groan.
“Please, Luke.” I beg, breaking the kiss. Luke’s eyes roll in the back of his head at my words.
“Fuck, Y/N. It’s so hot when you beg me.” Luke groans, rubbing himself through his jeans. “Please, princess.”
“Luke please fuck me, I’m so fucking desperate. I need your big cock.” I groan, my eyes fluttering shut. Luke smirks and kisses me, I lay back on the bed.
“Who would have known the nerdiest girl in school was so desperate for the bad boy’s dick.” Luke chuckles, unzipping his pants. He aggressively tries to yank them down. His erection visible through his grey boxers. “Enjoying the view, sugar? You can touch it princess, no need to be scared of it.”
I gingerly reach my hand out and stroke him through his boxers, he bites his lip as he watches me. I slowly pull down his boxers and gawk. He’s bigger than I thought.
“Are you sure this’ll fit?” I ask timidly, looking up at him through hooded eyes.
“You virgins are so cute.” He says, seeming to strain against his urge to bang me into an oblivion. “Always asking strange questions. Of course it’ll fit, just be a little snug.”
I slowly reach my hand out to his erection. I place a kiss to the tip, making him hiss. I then slowly pump him in my hand, he bites his lip. I look up to him, batting my eyelashes.
“Y/N, I’m seriously going to cum if you don’t stop.” Luke says, I slowly stop. “There’s a condom in the back pocket of my jeans. Grab that for me?”
I reach into the back pocket, shaking from anticipation. I hand him the foil package. Luke leans over and kisses my forehead as he rolls the condom onto the length.
“You can tell me whenever you want to stop and we will.” Luke states, I nod and he kisses me again. I then lay down on the bed, legs spread. He then settles between my legs, kissing my neck as he slowly places his tip to my entrance. “Ready?”
“Ready.” I say. Luke slowly pushes himself into me. I his at the sting of my walls stretching around him.
“Holy fuck you’re tight.” He groans, wheezing. He then bites his lip and throws his head back. “Can I move?”
“It feels weird but yes.” I say, biting my lip. Luke slowly moves his hips, I scrunch my face. A lone tear trails down my cheek, Luke slowly reaches his hand down and quickly rubs my clit. Luke continues to slowly pump in and out of me, going deeper and deeper each time.
“HOLY FUCK!” I groan, thrusting my hips up.
“I think we just found your G-spot, princess.” Luke chuckles. “Let’s play with that.”
Luke thrusts into that spot again, hard. I squeal raking my nails down his back. Luke picks up speed and thrusts into my G-spot. I lean up to his neck and press kisses down it. I feel my walls clench around him as my orgasm grows near.
A wave of pleasure washes over me, I squeal and rake my nails down his back, leaving marks. I thrust my hips up to meet him. Luke groans and kisses me. He aggressively starts thrusting into me, I feel him release into the condom. I squeal in pleasure as it finally ends.
Luke pulls out and rolls over next to me. I whimper at the sudden emptiness and roll over to face him. Luke is panting and looking up at the ceiling.
“I can’t believe it, I just fucked the school nerd.” He chuckles. “You’re really good in bed, Y/N. We should do this more often.”
the prompt: can I request a donghyuck fluff scenario, can it be set like in high-school and you’re a year older so often come over to help mark study at the dorms which is when he sees you!! and he’s really nervous around you & the older boys notice except mark
author note: if haechan doesn’t get off my bias list i am going to slap someone the boy has been looking too good lately. i feel like i suddenly realized i love my best friend since childhood. anyway i thought this was cute so enjoy!
Description: Being a Blossom and dating the school’s super sleuth doesn’t exactly have a happy ending.
Warnings: some swears, maybe. and mentions of death bc jason blossom u know.
Word Count: 2240
A/N: okay this turned out better than I thought. figuring out a title for this was v hard but thanks The Veronicas for having v fitting songs. It’s left open for a part two but that’s up to you guys. Just lemme know <3
Being a Blossom wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to
begin with thanks to all the rumours and speculation around your family that
had been passed down over the years but the moment Jason Blossom had died, it
became the hardest thing in the world. People would constantly stop you
whenever they saw you, whether it was in the streets or at school just to give
you their condolences. People were constantly staring at you watching and
waiting for you to breakdown and the thing you hated the most were the people
that would constantly be asking if you were okay.
Okay? How could you be okay when your brother had died? Not
only died, he’d been murdered and nobody knew who it was. Every single person
in town was a suspect even you. Your parents were on a mission to find out who
did it but in the progress of that they seemed to be forgetting or didn’t care
about how you and your sister Cheryl were feeling. Not once had either of them
made sure you were okay or gave you a hug. Just a simple hug from your mum or
dad would’ve helped, it really would’ve. But, no. You and Cheryl just had each
other and that was okay.
To most people, Cheryl was a stuck-up bitch who didn’t care
what anyone thought about her. That was
a façade, though. The real Cheryl, the Cheryl you’d grown up with was a kind,
sweet, troubled girl that just wanted love. She just wanted someone to be there
for her but she was stubborn and had built up walls so much that letting people
in was hard. The only person she trusted was you and vice versa. You had each
other and that’s what mattered. When you were at school though, that was a
whole different world. Cheryl was the popular cheerleader who had her big group
of friends while you were the ‘boring’ Blossom. That’s what you’d branded
yourself as. Jason and Cheryl had been the popular ones that were head of the
school food chain and you were the plain jane Blossom. You’d much rather just
write and spend time by yourself than be surrounded by people who only used you
for the popularity. That wasn’t to say you didn’t have friends or people didn’t
care about you. That wasn’t the case at all. You had a few friends and Jason’s
friends always made sure you were looked after now your brother was gone but
you didn’t have anything solid. More than anything you wished you had a best
That was when Jughead Jones came into play. He was the
mysterious, super-sleuth that was trying to solve your brother’s murder. It
didn’t bother you too much that he was. Besides, it wasn’t like you could stop
him anyway. You and Jughead had always been friendly to each other – more acquaintances
than anything but one day when you were feeling especially down and sad, that
Bendy had never been any good at goodbyes. As far as he was concerned, they were things that happened to other people. He was a cartoon living with other cartoons. They didn’t age, they didn’t change, they were the same for all eternity. He, Boris, and Alice were going to stay the same for as long as their existences would last. Sure, he’d known Henry and Sammy and Joey weren’t going to live forever, but he hadn’t ever wanted to consider that. They were his family, the only people he could ever rely on. He didn’t want to think about a world where they weren’t there. He wasn’t prepared to deal with something like that. Besides, he didn’t have time to be thinking about things like that. He had a studio to run, deadlines to meet, cartoons to make. He buried himself in his work so that he wouldn’t have to face the mortality of the people he cared most about. Time marched on unbidden though, and soon enough the staff began dying.