someone get me out of this classroom

anonymous asked:

"crazy detention stories"...go

They’re really not that crazy I don’t think but fine- but as I had detention at least once a week for 3 years you’re only getting the highlights here:

  • So again, I only ever got detentions because I was late to school basically every day. Every single day, the office wrote me a late slip with my name spelled horrendously wrong. Different spelling every day. The most famous butchering was writing my name as “Millie Hoagie”. On my very last day of high school, I was predictably late, and they spelled my name perfectly correctly.
  • So listen my ‘reputation’ in school was basically “quiet good girl who’s never done anything wrong, ever, in her life” and “teacher’s pet” and the like. And despite the fact I was there every time all the ‘Bad Kids™’ who were also always in detention were always incredibly surprised to see me??? Like they never got over it. Every time I walked into the damn room at least half the class would be like “MOLLY YOU DON’T BELONG HERE YOU’RE INNOCENT!!” 😂
  • Also despite the fact I was basically invisible in the school as a whole all the trouble makers knew me by name because, and I quote a kid from my 10th grade Spanish class who was trying to hook up with me at the time here, “Guys like me are afraid of you, Girl, we’re just plain out scared that we gonna corrupt you!” and I still don’t know what he actually meant by that???
  • Bu anyway, this apparent rep usually gave me an upper hand with the teachers monitoring the detentions. Because, you know, some were fine, some were bitchy, some were insane. But all of them were pissed about the fact they had to be there instead of heading home.
  • The rules of detention were literally just ‘stare at the wall and don’t talk’, depending on which teacher they might let the students do homework. But since I was apparently a great person and always had the class’ incredulous response to me being in the room, they usually let me get away with sleeping or reading a book lol.
  • Of course…no one said any of the other kids were inclined to following the rules lmao. These were like, all the class clowns™ shoved into one room. Things always got real funny real fast.
  • It would always start off with the coughing game. If you’ve ever stepped into a school you should know what that is.
  • It would then escalate to everyone in the room playing catch whenever the teacher looked away for a brief moment
  • Detention was always in the health classroom so someone always tried to steal a limb off the skeleton without being to obvious
  • Some teachers would let people talk ‘quietly’ so jokes were fucking abound
  • One time I was minding my own damn business and a kid slides me a note saying ‘in like five minutes ask to go to the bathroom but head downstairs to the English wing’ before he snuck out without the teacher noticing. I get down there and he’s at one end of the hallway and another boy is at the other end. Upon seeing me, these boys run full speed down the hall at each other, leap up in the air when they get to the direct center, high five with full force, both scream in pain, and then hit the floor, clutching their hands. I was cracking the fuck up and trying to convince them to go to the nurse but they wouldn’t listen. I asked the guy why the hell they did that. He told me ‘because we wanted a witness and no one will ever believe you’ 😂😂
  • One time my sorta-neighbor Mike comes in and the teacher asked why he had detention and apparently, the principal had asked him where to find his friend Jose, and Mike responded “he’s out picking cotton” and the principal flipped out at what he perceived to be a racist joke and gave him a month detention. But the thing was, Jose was in an agriculture class and he was literally outside picking cotton that they had planted there earlier. Jose found it fucking hilarious and refused to tell the principal to get his friend out of trouble.
  • As I haven’t been inside a school building for quite some time now I don’t know if turtling is still a thing but it was…quite an epidemic for my senior class.
  • It’s when you turn someone’s backpack inside out right? But it was a full blown war with these kids. Trust no one. Never leave the room. Never look away. Holy shit. One of the best moments of this occurred in detention, when a boy reached to get a book out of his backpack to find it was gone. After 15 minutes of searching the room, he found it, turtled, hidden in a filing cabinet in the front of the room. Everyone, including the teacher, was loosing their shit, because how did someone pull that off so quietly and invisibly without someone noticing??? No one fessed up. The class was in fear of the turtle ninja for the rest of the month, but they never struck again. No one ever discovered who it was.
  • Guys: It was me.
  • One time it was raining and the teacher was in a bad mood so he insisted all the windows stay open. He left for a bathroom break or something and this one poor kid, who was now completely soaked as he was stuck with a window seat, just said “fucking bye” and just…climbed out the damn window. Left his backpack and everything. Didn’t see him again for at least a month.
  • There was one guy who always sold ice cream out of his bag when the teachers weren’t looking. Where he was getting it from and how it stayed frozen is beyond me.
  • Oh my God sometimes all the indie singer kids would just come and sit on the floor outside the classroom and talk loudly to annoy us??? The hell were they trying to accomplish??? Your singing ain’t special and you won’t be famous, please let us die in peace.
  • One kid had detention because when we were running laps in gym class he jumped up to hit the arch of the ceiling and accidentally set off the fire alarm. The teacher that day insisted on continuously referring to him as ‘the delinquent’, as if no one else in the room had broken the rules or something
  • One time one of the gym teachers was in charge of it and long story short he started doing the jersey turnpike. True horror.
  • One time the teacher got a call and she had to go down to the office and the second she was gone this one kid’s friend runs in with a huge tray going “Y’ALL I STOLE THE LASAGNE CUPCAKES FROM THE FOOD AND NUTRITION CLASSROOM” and we dined like kings.
  • Everyone would sometimes just break out in song for no God damn reason
  • One time one of the guys in charge of the detention was A) Not someone anyone recognized as a teacher and B) Potentially Stanley Tucci. Like…I was about 80% certain that this guy was Stanley Tucci.
  • He refused to confirm or deny or even give a name
  • One time I was really absorbed in my book when all the sudden a letter flew onto my desk, an anonymous sender that just said “You have a soft, sexy voice.” Neither of which is true, I’m pretty sure, and I could not for the life of me figure out who sent it omfg
  • One time a teacher was freaking out because he went to a psychic over the weekend and was told there was a lot of activity around him so I looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’m a medium and I can see that the devil had marked his soul and he threw me out of the room and refused to take that class for detention ever again😂
  • It was a hot summers day. The ceiling fans were on their highest setting. A boy nudges me, with a small carton of ice cream in his hands under his desk. “What do you think would happen if I scooped out a huge chunk of this and threw it at the fan?” he whispered. “Jamil, no.” I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Soon, the room was filled with confused screams.
  • Apparently all the other regulars™ had bought me candy grams around Christmas time so they were confused when I showed up to detention with no candy and apparently the student council member sent them all to the other Molly in the grade because she was the popular one and this lead to about 12 boys grumbling for two and a half hours like “The one damn time I attempt to be a gentleman” and “I know where she lives” and “Gonna gingerbread her fucking locker” I could not stop laughing
  • Oh God okay one time the teacher we had was literally. Off the charts.
  • Like there’s the chill teachers, and then the bitchy teachers. And then this lady. She literally reminded me of Stubel
  • So I didn’t even know who she was but I walk in and do my shy smile/quiet ‘hello’ thing and take out my book so she immediately zeros in on me as ‘the good kid’ as usual
  • But she literally seemed to think every other person in this class was a hardened criminal holy shit. She was all over the place barking orders and yelling. And of course, you’ve got a room full of class clowns, like they feed off teachers like this. So the madder she got the more ridiculous they got. I was literally almost in tears trying to force myself not to laugh because I didn’t want to risk her turning on me omfg
  • So she yelled and flailed about the room and they kept going with jokes and paper wasps and lying about their names and just doing literally every thing they could possibly do so this woman wouldn’t have the chance to rest
  • This escalated with every minute and came to a resounding end when the teacher decided the Australian Kid™ was chewing gum and picked up the trashcan and shoved his face in it, screaming at him to spit it out as he yelled back “YOU’RE ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE IM AN IMMIGRANT
  • he was in charge of all the bullshit that day and it was hysterical but he wasn’t the one chewing gum loudly that was me
  • The vp came in to see what all the yelling was about to find a teacher shoving a boy’s head in the trash, one boy shirtless as another drew tattoos on him, the phone off the line with it’s cord wrapped around a kid’s neck, two boys dueling with skeleton arms, one kid with her leg out the window, a kid tying a skeleton foot to the ceiling fan, rubber bands and paper wasps flying from every angle, three people turtling backpacks, someone brandishing an epi-pen, sexual hangman being played on the chalkboard, someone eating ice cream and fanning himself with money, and me, crying into my book with my hand literally bleeding from all my efforts to not laugh at what I was witnessing
  • We never saw her in detention again😂
  • My one younger friend got a detention for being late and was really shaken up about it and I tried to tell her she’d be fine but then she got caught sliding me chocolate animal crackers during it, and subsequently got another detention because of this; somehow I was not viewed as an equally guilty party and didn’t get in trouble
  • This one guy came in complaining “You guys all told me to get a twitter and I get thrown in twitter jail my first day!” “That’s like a thousand tweets in one day, how the fuck did you mange that?” “Bitch I had a lot to say about McDonalds!”
  • One teacher came in and was like “I don’t feel like helping with homework but does anyone wanna learn how to hack a computer?”
  • Someone got caught pouring water out the window but when the teacher looked to see why she saw the youngest of the goats™ standing under the window with it’s mouth open waiting for more
  • One time the teacher wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom and after I asked for like the 5th time he said “It can’t be that important!” so I just pulled a pad out of my backpack and silently sat it on my desk while glaring at him and this 40 year old man looked like he was about to pass out and he finally let me go
  • I remember our final detention of senior year we were told that if we skip it we can’t graduate so everyone went into that room with a ridiculously nostalgic attitude and one guy finally stole the skull off the skeleton and we fucking tossed it around the entire time while singing and blatantly ignoring the teacher’s complaining lmao
  • I know there’s more but it’s 7am and this is long so all in all like…I do not miss high school but some memories are bearable lmao
Be My Boyfriend

[ao3]

“Dean, be my boyfriend!” Castiel hissed.

Dean’s attention was pulled away from Charlie (who snorted into her drink) when Castiel grabbed his arm.

“Uh,” Dean said, feeling like he was missing out on some vital information. Castiel’s wide eyes were a little too bright and his cheeks were flushed with pink, indicating that he was probably a little bit drunk, though that still didn’t help clear up the situation.

“Come here!” Castiel dragged Dean by the arm across the crowded room until they stood in front of a short brunette who Dean thought was named Meg. Castiel wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist and squeezed him to his side.

“I told you!” he told Meg triumphantly. “I have a boyfriend!”

Meg looked Dean up and down incredulously. “You’re dating Dean Winchester?”

Starting to catch on, Dean put a possessive arm around Castiel’s shoulders. “Yeah, he is. Got a problem with that?”

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School-Related Sentence Starters

Everyday

  • “Did we have homework?”
  • “Please be my lab partner.”
  • “Can I borrow a pencil?”
  • “I really don’t want to talk in front of the whole class…”
  • “Can I copy off of you real quick?”
  • “Do you think the teacher is hot?”
  • “It’s not cheating. It’s just teamwork.”
  • “Do you think the new kid is hot?”
  • “Pretty sure the teacher is out to get me…”
  • “You are…so dumb…”
  • “Was Shakespeare gay?”
  • “Please tell me you didn’t start the project either.”
  • “If I do it at the last minute, then I’ll have a minute.”
  • “Can I borrow your notes?”
  • “This class is so boring…”
  • “Am I in the right classroom?”
  • “Someone drew a dick in my textbook.”
  • “Do you know where the nurse’s office is?”
  • “Someone put a picture of Shrek in my locker.”
  • “I can’t wait to graduate…”
  • “Meet me in the bathroom/gym/locker room later. I need to tell you something.”

Exams

  • “I forgot about the midterm.”
  • “I’m gonna FAIL.”
  • “Shut up! You always say you’re going to fail, and then you get an A.”
  • “Please help me study.”
  • “If I don’t pass, my parents are going to KILL me.”
  • “Do you ever think about how studying is just ‘student’ and ‘dying’ put together?”
  • “I live at the library now.”
  • “Do you need help with the chapter?”
  • “I don’t even know what I don’t know.”
  • “I’m afraid that they’ll revoke my scholarship.”
  • “I HAVE to be at the top of the class.”
  • “Do you even know how to read?”
  • “I don’t even get the Sparknotes…”
  • “Maybe I’ll be okay if I pick A for every answer…I have to get an A, right?”
  • “I don’t need to go to college anyway.”
  • “Sleep is for the weak.”
  • “I just did 200 practice problems. I forgot my own name.”
  • “I remember that shrimp can see more colors than we can, but I don’t remember the vocabulary words for the test.”
  • “Your notes are just doodles.”

Lunchtime

  • “What’s for lunch?”
  • “Please trade lunches with me.”
  • “I dare you to fling your peas at the principal.”
  • “There’s NO way I’m eating that.”
  • “All I have are skittles and an old Oreo.”
  • “I would kill for a taco right now.”
  • “Lunch is the only class I can do well in.”
  • “There’s pizza today.”
  • “Is that a bug in your sandwich?”
  • “Ugh, this is expired.”
  • “Is this seat taken?”
  • “I can’t eat that, I’m on a diet.”
  • “Did you make this?”
  • “If you give me a dollar, I’ll love you forever.”
  • “I made brownies.”
  • “Let’s eat outside today.”
  • “Do you think we could get pizza delivered to the school?”
  • “You’re in my seat.”
  • “These freshmen think that they can just take our table…”

Gym

  • “I can’t run for my life.”
  • “Don’t throw the ball at me!!”
  • “Why do you look so red?”
  • “I’m DYING.”
  • “It’s just sports! What could go wrong?”
  • “I can’t run anymore.”
  • “Your team is going DOWN.”
  • “Are you okay?!”
  • “You really suck at this, don’t you?”
  • “Think fast!”
  • “Is that the best you can do?”
  • “I dare you to race me.”
  • “I think the gym teacher is a supersoldier.”

Uniforms / Clothes

  • “I HATE these pants/skirts.”
  • “Do you think anyone would notice if I wore pajamas?”
  • “I haven’t washed my gym clothes in a week…”
  • “I should be allowed to wear whatever I want.”
  • “Can you believe they called my outfit ‘inappropriate’?!”
  • “I’m so sick of seeing (school color).”
  • “I wear this uniform in my dreams. I mean, in my nightmares.”
  • “Those are the most hideous shoes I’ve ever seen.”
  • “Do you think her/his girl/boyfriend got her that?”
  • “Did your boy/girlfriend really buy you that?”
  • “Class rings are overrated.”
  • “We should totally get matching hoodies.”
  • “What show/movie is your shirt from?”
  • “I can see your underwear.”

Detention

  • “Wanna skip?”
  • “I can’t believe I’m in here.”
  • “Welcome, prince(ss)! Is this your first time?”
  • “That teacher DESERVED to be cursed out, okay?”
  • “I didn’t even do anything wrong…”
  • “Fuck the police.”
  • “They put me in here just for being late…”
  • “Did you actually bash the principal’s car?”
  • “A little thing like you managed to beat the crap out of someone?”
  • “You look like you don’t belong in here.”
  • “This is prison.”
  • “I tried to stab a kid with a pencil.”
  • “They think I’ll learn my lesson in here? I’m going to do it again.”
  • “All I did was a little graffiti.”
  • “I’m taking a nap.”
You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!


Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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Fight Me

Based off this post by @my-insanity-is-an-artform

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not having a good day. Scratch that; make it a good week.

From tearing open a seam on her favorite pants to spilling coffee on herself the day of her project presentation to coming down with a nasty cold just as the weather began to turn warm, it was just one disaster after another. 

All she wanted was to sleep through Lit class, maybe use Alya as a pillow and dream of Adrien sweeping her away into the sunset, but no. No, she couldn’t have that.

She would have, if not for Alya stepping out to call and check on her sisters, who were sick at home, the lucky ducks. 

She would have, if Adrien hadn’t been missing class due to another photoshoot, leaving her without a pillow and without some sort of barrier to block her from Madam Bustier’s view.

She would have, if not for Chat Noir crashing in through the window and scaring the living daylights out of everyone in the classroom. 

“Everyone, just stay calm!” He said before someone in purple diving suit dove in through the broken glass, tackling the hero to the ground. 

“Just give me your miraculous already, you dumb cat!” The figure screeched. “I am Lady Hawk and I will be the one to get your miraculous! Then we can finally be together!”

“An akuma that worships Hawkmoth?” Marinette muttered. “Oh, hell no..”

“Get off me, La-Hawky!” Chat corrected himself mid-word, quite sure his partner would not appreciate the close call. ‘Lady’ was a trademark nickname, thank you very much. 

But that wasn’t really the issue here as a loud beeping rang throughout the room, making Lady Hawk grin.

“Well, well, well,” she said. “I guess I’m the lucky one today! It’s going to be a good week for me. If anyone deserves it, it’s me!”

She reached for Chat’s ring as her other hand pinned his shoulder to the ground. Before she could claim her prize, however, she screamed in surprise as something hard and small hit her face (was that a fist?), knocking her a good few feet away. 

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Alya sighed as she put her phone away. She loved her siblings, but they could definitely be a handful. Especially when bed-ridden.

Upon hearing a loud commotion from inside the classroom, she furrowed her eyebrows. Tell her Chloe wasn’t picking fights again. She had been doing so much better too!

The red-haired girl pushed open the door, ready to interject, only to stop and gape at the scene in front of her.

Some strange girl in a purple suit sat on the ground, clutching her jaw and shouting something incoherent. There was a familiar butterfly over her eyes, but she seemed to not care.

Meanwhile, Chat Noir struggled to hold onto Marinette, who was drowning out the other girl’s shouts with her own.

You deserve a good week? Seriously? Do you even know what I’ve been through this week alone? Chat Noir, let me go!”

“You wild monster! I’ll kill you!” The stranger grimaced, rubbing her jaw.

Marinette scowled. “Then come over here and fight me!”

Looking up at her shocked classmates, Alya continued to stand there in bewilderment.

“What the hell did I miss?” 

Just A Quick Update On W2H2

I haven’t been able to touch it for quite a few weeks now because I’m sorta stuck between a rock and a hard place (the rock in this case is production and the hard place is pre-production, for whatever that’s worth haha).  

Basically, the way I’ve worked in the past is that I get the script about as good as I can manage (which I’ve done), and then I go to record the voice actors, and we sorta punch up the dialogue AS we record it.  I’ll feed the lines and give emotional direction, but I tell the actors to read it however they feel comfortable/however they think the character would say it.  Then I’ll suggest a slight change (maybe I want to avoid certain wordings or whatever), and we’ll just kind of keep going back and forth like that making it more solid each time.  And I’M SUPER EXCITED to do this, because it’s loads of fun, and all of the most quotable things in the first one just came from goofing around in the soundbooth, so I’m very excited for these people to turn my mediocre writing into comedy gold.

And aside from that being a whole process in itself, I really can’t start animating much without the dialogue, you know?  And because the delivery/lines/emotion/etc may CHANGE slightly, from the process described above, there’s not much I can do in terms of animating yet because all the animation is based off of those recordings.  I can do a handful of shots that have no dialogue, but the bulk of it is dependent on it.

Anyway, to get down to it, the reason all of THAT is taking so long is because, without going into much detail,  I’m bringing someone new on board for the cast and I’m still trying to work some stuff out in that regard.  A lot of it is just back-and-forth and waiting on responses and junk.  The next step will be finding a time to record that works for all my actors, because nowadays they’re not all sitting next to me in a classroom ready to go at the drop of a hat and the offer of a beer for their time, haha.  Differently locations, different schedules, etc etc.  So that’s kind of what’s up with W2H2 right now!  You guys are always pretty supportive and tell me to take my time and all that, which I appreciate, so there’s no need to come reassure me of that, I just figured the least I can do is keep you guys in the loop about what’s going on and where I’m at with it!

Thanks for your support!  I’m really eager to get back to working on it, so hang in there guys!

Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 1

Hey guys, so here is part 1 of my mini fic. So this part is probably pretty boring, but I wanted to just kinda set the story up! Pleaaaaase leave feedback in my ask and let me know if you want part 2 or if this part is just too shit. Thanks darls. 

PART 2 HERE.

PART 3 HERE.

EPILOGUE (SMUT) HERE.

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Byun Baekhyun//True Colours

Originally posted by bakakhyunbacon

Summary: You attend a supernatural college, and after an eventful first meeting, you develop a heavy dislike for Baekhyun, as he’s your natural rival - a vampire. But things are strange for you, because as the months go by, you can’t figure out if you’re simply using the rivalry as an excuse to avoid facing your fears.
Scenario: college!AU, supernatural!AU, angst
Word Count: 7,599

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Open Your Eyes - Stiles (part 1)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles x Reader 

(Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now? 

Word count: 2547

Next part: part 2  - part 3 

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“Have a nice day,”  my mom said with a smile. I ignored her and rolled my eyes behind my dark sunglasses.

“We’ll see about that,” I finally spoke out. Before my mother could respond I opened the door of the car and quickly shut once I was outside. My mom didn’t try to go after me. She had already failed enough to know that it wouldn’t help anyone. Instead, she drove away, leaving me in front of the big and old building of Beacon Hills High School.

I rummaged through my bag until I found my white cane. I grabbed it and unfolded it. Once I was sure it was on complete length, I made my way to the entrance. I could feel the eyes on me. But I was already used to it. It only happened for whole my life.

I was born blind. I will always remember when I was four and heard my mom crying the day before my first day of school. “Why couldn’t she be normal,” she cried to my father. It crushed my little heart. Fortunately school itself wasn’t too bad. The bad thing was that when I was 13, my dad had gotten a new job which was a result of a lot of moving around the country. Beacon Hills High would be my… 8 school. But my parents promised me that it will be the last one before college.

So, yeah. I was born blind, but I can see actually now. A few years ago, I was in the woods with my parents when I got attacked by some wild animal. It resulted in me going to the hospital and staying there for three weeks in the intensive care. At least that’s what people told me, because I was unconscious for most of it. The weird thing was, that when I woke up, I could see. I could see the hospital room, the bed I was in, everything. I never told anyone about it. Not even my parents. I knew that it would rise up weird questions and they would probably send me to a secret lab to get me checked out. ´

I walked until my cane hit the stairs. I sighed just when a female voice behind me asked if I needed some help.

“Oh no, I’m fine. But thank you.” I smiled to the girl. I looked at her through my glasses. Fortunately she didn’t see that. How could I explain why I - a blind person - was eyeing her down.

The girl was shorter than me. She had long fiery hair and she was wearing a light sundress. She gave me a kind smile.

“Well, let me at least help you get to your locker.”

“That would be great.” I smiled. We walked together up the stairs and when we got to the door and she held it open for me. I ticked around with my stick and thanked her again.

“I’m Lydia by the way.”

“(Y/N)” I introduced myself. Lydia guided me through the busy hallway and talked about the school and her friends: “I’m sure you’ll love them.” We walked for a few more seconds before Lydia finally realised she was missing some major piece of information.

“228,” I said before she could even ask me.

“How did you know?”

“I assumed you will ask me sooner or later.” I smiled and I saw her let out a small laugh.

“Well, here it is,” we stopped in front of a locker.

“Lydia, could you tell me on which number the lock is positioned?”

“Uhm, it’s a five,”

“Thanks.” I touched around on my locker for the lock and once I got it, I started to twist it to get my combination. It finally unlocked and I started to get my books out. One by one, I felt for the letters and started to think when I was gonna need them. In the meantime, Lydia had to get her own books, so she said goodbye and that she would meet me at lunch. So I was, again, all alone. I had no idea what to do now. I closed my locker and unfolded my schedule paper. I felt the small dots:

I turned around from my locker, on the other side of the hall, right opposite of me, there was a boy. He was trying to stuff in his already packed locker.

I though. He was also my only option, because for some reason, this hallway was completely empty.

I took my cane and started to walk towards him. I waved it around slightly until I lightly hit his ankle. He immediately turned around. He seemed confused at first, but when he saw my cane his expression changed to a softer one.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” I smiled, “I was wondering if you could, maybe, guide me to my lesson.”

“What gives me the honor of this,” he laughed, but I could hear that he meant it in a kind way.

“Because, from what I could hear, we are the only people in this hallway.”

“Right.” his wide smile dropped a bit. “So what class so you have?”

“Uhm, Econ from a certain mr FInstock.” I told him. His smile returned as quickly as it vanished.

“Great, that’s where Iḿ heading off to too.” He offered his hand for me to shake, “My name’s Stiles.”

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.” I held out my hand a bit more to the left than his hand was. Stiles quickly realised his mistake and took my hand from the direction I was pointing it at.

“Nice to meet you too.” he shook it.

I have been here for less than 15 minutes, I have already been pleasantly surprised by a few people. It almost never happened that somebody opened the door for me. Or didn’t correct me when I didn’t hold out my hand in the right direction. Obviously I do it not to look suspicious, but I will always remember when it wasn’t just an act and when I was really blind. I couldn’t see a damn thing in front of me and people always used to talk about it like it was nothing. But here, it was already different. Especially the next thing.

“Here, take my hand. Than you can get rid of that cane.”Stiles offered. He out his hand on mine and I gladly grabbed it. With my other hand, I folded my cane and put it in my bag. For a second I thought if he maybe had a blind relative, but I couldn’t really figure it out. He was a big mystery, just like me…

“Ladies and Gentleman, this will be the last stop, please step out.” he badly mimicked train conductor but I still couldn’t help but laugh. We walked into the classroom, still hand in hand, and he only let me go when I was seated. Stiles took the seat next to me.

Soon after, the bell rang and the rest of the class walked in, followed by a man who looked like he was electrocuted and after that still had drunk a couple of cups of coffee.

“Alright, everybody, get your books out.” he said as he sat on the corner of his desk. I felt around in my bag for the book with the dots that spelled out

and after some time, I finally found it. I put it on the table, together with a small recorder to record the notes. It would be a bit hard to write for me, I figured.

Once I had all my stuff ready, I realised that the teacher had not said on which page we should open our books. He had written it on the board. Clearly, he did not know about me, or he was too stubborn to care about it.

I was about to get a small panic attack, when from beside me, Stiles whispered: “page 63.”

“Thank you.” I replied just as softly as he did.

“Who can summarise last lessons reading. No, not you Greenberg, everybody knows you can.” mr Finstock practically yelled into the classroom. He looked around the classroom, until his eyes spotted me. My heart skipped a few beats. I knew what was coming.

“You, knew girl. What’s your name?” I stuttered out my name and, again, I could feel all eyes on me. Except for Stiles’. He was switching his look from me to the teacher as if he was watching a tennis match.

“Okay, new girl. I assume you didn’t do the reading. So, come upfront and tell us something about yourself.” I stood up, shakingly. Right when I was already standing, I realised that I didn’t have my cane. Then I heard something: “Just walk straight on. There are no bags. You’re safe.” it was Stiles. Very slowly, I made my way to the front of the class. Then I turned around and all those eyes made me sick. Everybody was staring at me.

“And take those glasses off, weŕe inside.” a boy in the back said loudly. Some people started to laugh, but the majority had seen me already in the hallways and knew why I had them. But still, that prick wanted a show, so I would give him one.

I took of my glasses and this was followed by a girl screaming. Apparently no body expected the gruesome scar that was splitting most of my face in half. The boy that seemed so happy with himself just seconds ago, looked as if he was going to puke. What was surprising to me was, that Stiles didn’t look bothered at all with my appearance.

“Well, My name is (Y/F/N), I am 16 years old and as you have figured: I am blind.” it was completely silent. “But the funny thing is,” I laughed a bit, “is that this-” I pointed around on my face, “is not the reason of it. You see, I was born blind and a few years ago I got attacked by a wild animal in the woods and this is how I got it.” the girl that screamed before, was looking paler and paler. I smiled widely, maybe a bit crazy looking with my top half of the face totally messed up. “Hopefully we can all be great friends.” at the end, I turned my head a bit in the direction of the prick that was still looking as if he was gonna be sick in a matter of seconds.

“Alright.” mr Finstock said after a moment of silence, “let’s get you back in your seat. Stilinski, get over here.” Stiles stood up and walked over to me. I had put on my glasses again and he helped me get to my seat.

“That was amazing,” Stiles told me once we were seated.

After that class, I decided to just keep holding my cane the whole time. If the teachers would see that, they would understand why I have my glasses and I wouldn’t have to traumatize more kids… as fun as that was.

“Let’s go get some food,” Stiles said as we walked out of English classroom. We passed a lot of people. Through my glasses, I could see them looking at me and whispering. I decided to play a little game myself, so every time I saw someone whispering I would turn my head towards them and look straight into their eyes. Obviously they didn’t see that I was looking at them. One girl even screamed and ran away.

We turned a few corners and walked through a couple of hallways until, we had reached the cafeteria. It was packed, which made me a bit nervous.

“Alright, so hold my hand and just follow me,” Stiles reassured me, as if he knew how anxious I was. I reached out for his hand which he quickly took and we made our way through the space that was filled with screaming teenagers, until we stopped at a table in the far corner. There were already some people sitting there, including Lydia.

“Okay, (Y/N), let me introduce you to everybody. First we got Scott,” he pointed to a boy that was sitting at the table. Scott was tall and actually quite muscular, but he hid it under  baggy sweatshirt. His hair was short and black. He gave me a kind of a crooked smile.

“Next we have Kira, she’s Scott’s girlfriend.” Stiles explained. Kira was a skinny girl with long dark hair. She waved a bit awkwardly as she was eating her lunch and had taken a huge bite of her sandwich right when Stiles introduced her to me.

“Then we have Lydia.”

“We have already met,” Lydia interrupted my guide.

“Okay, so that leaves Malia,” he introduced the girl that was sitting opposite of Lydia. She looked much taller than any of the other girls (including me) and also a bit wild. She looked at me with a confused expression.

“You smell weird. What are you?” I was taken aback by her question, just like everyone else at the table. Lydia clearly kicked her because Malia let out a small yelp and gave Lydia a look.

“I’m… blind,” I said a bit uncomfortably.

“Well, that was everybody here,” Stiles said after a short moment of awkward silence.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind Malia. It was a boy, that was clearly younger than anyone at the table.

“Oh, right. That’s Liam. He’s kind of an idiot.” Stiles whispered the last part to me as he let me sit down next to Liam.

“And that’s Stiles. He’s a total dick by the way.” Liam said as I sat down next to him, what made me giggle for a bit. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Scott was looking at me a bit weirdly. Just like Malia did before.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Definitely better than I had expected. Even though I kept on getting strange looks from both Malia and Scott, everybody was very nice to me.

After the last lesson had ended, Kira offered to take me to the exit. I found out that she was actually a really funny girl. A bit awkward, but also very funny. And apparently, she was half Japanese, half Korean.

“Well, I love sushi.” I said.

“Great. The rest don’t really like it.” she said.

“They don’t know what they are missing.” I told her. Kira smiled and then started to tell me a story about her “first date” with Scott. Apparently they had dinner at her place (with her parents) and they ate sushi, when Scott ate a whole mouthful of wasabi, because he thought it was guacamole. We both laughed about it until we had reached the car of my mother.

“I will se- talk to you tomorrow.” she had quickly changed her words. I smiled.

“It’s okay,” I assured her, “It would only be weird if I said it.” we started to laugh again and then I got into the car. Kira waved to my mother and then left.

“I see you made a friend.” she said.

“Yeah.” I said happily and she drove off.

Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of my dear followers! You guys are amazing and I love you all. <3 

Quick shout out to my girl @noenoemi for helping me find the cards. They do not belong to me and were found through Google.


Jonathan wasn’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day; though it had more to do with the fact that he rarely had anyone to celebrate with, than the idea of it being a made up holiday for stores to sell overpriced candy and cards to the unsuspecting public.

He dreaded the day, because it just reminded him how horribly lonely he was, and how his romantic life was virtually nil. It also emphasized how deeply in love he was with his best friend, with no hope for the future due to the fact that said best friend was straight, and completely unavailable.

Which is why, when he opened his locker on the tenth of February, he was extremely surprised to find a small red envelope sitting among his books.

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Ties - Archie Andrews Smut

REQUESTED: No, but I wanted to write this one because we all need more Archie in our lives.

WARNINGS: Fingering (just this part…I may do a pt 2 if it’s requested)

SUMMARY: Things get kind of heated between you and Archie after a classroom debate. Luckily, the boys’ locker room is free…

NOTES: A lot has happened, and I’ve been slightly frustrated, so we have this gem.

Based off the song “Ties” by Years & Years!

Originally posted by archic-andrews

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Now And Forever (Michael Mell X Reader X Jeremy Heere)

WC: 2017

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets insulted for being in a poly relationship, just general fluff and worrying boyf riends

Summary: Michael, Y/N and Jeremy are in a wonderful, loving relationship. It’s just too bad that other people can’t see that

A/N: For the anons who requested a BMC one shot. Enjoy!

I walked through the crowded corridor of Middle Borough High School, my head hanging low.

My anxiety was acting up big time, because in the ‘first day of school’ haze I had somehow managed to forget to take my meds.

I made it to my locker relatively unscathed, but I felt a hand on my shoulder suddenly. I tensed up and turned around, relaxing slightly when I saw Jeremy standing there.

“Hey Y/N!” Jeremy said, pulling me into a hug. I buried my head into his neck, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Woah, babe. You ok?” Jeremy said, stroking my hair gently. I shook my head, and Jeremy frowned.

“What’s up?” He asked, wrapping his other arm around my waist. I took in a deep breath and lifted my head, looking him in the eye.

“I forgot to take my meds this morning.” I muttered and Jeremy sighed, gently cupping my chin, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Today’s Tuesday, so you have all your classes with either Michael or I. That way you don’t have to worry about having to sit next to other people.” Jeremy said and I smiled gratefully at him.

I pressed my lips to his, and Jeremy’s hands instinctively flew to my hair. He ran his fingers through it and brought them down to cup my cheeks.

I pulled away slowly, a smile settling on my face. “I love you.” I whispered, pulling him into another brief hug.

“I love you too, Y/N. I should probably go get my books, but I’ll see you in Period 2.” Jeremy said, rubbing circles on my cheek gently.

I felt my heart rate speed up a little as Jeremy walked away, but when I saw that all too familiar red hoodie, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Michael!” I shouted, waving wildly at him. His head perked up, and a smile crept across his face when he saw me.

“Hi Y/N!” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I smiled and took his hand, earning a raised eyebrow from Michael.

“I, uh, I didn’t take my meds this morning.” I explained, and Michael nodded, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

“Thank god today’s Tuesday then.” Michael said as we walked to Period 1, our hands swinging as we walked.

“Yeah. Jeremy said that.” I said and Michael smiled, kissing the top of my head.

We had almost made it to our classroom, but naturally, someone had to interrupt the sense of calm I had.

“What the hell? Wasn’t she just all over that Jeremy nerd?” I heard someone say, and my heart started pounding.

“Michael.” I whispered, trying to calm my breathing but failing miserably.

“She’s such a whore.” “What a freak.” “Slut.” People said, not even bothering to keep their comments to themselves.

“Who the hell gave you guys the right to say things like that?” Michael shouted, and I winced at the sudden burst of anger from him.

“Sticking up for your slut, Mell? You know she doesn’t love you. She can’t if she’s all over your best friend.” Someone said, and I was starting to get dizzy.

“Michael, can we just go?” I muttered, tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie. Michael’s face softened as he turned to me and kissed my knuckles.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t have them saying things like that about you. I love you, and I protect the people I love.” Michael said, and I reluctantly let go of his hand.

I walked to the classroom, trying to block out the sound of Michael arguing with those people. I tried to calm my breathing and push any concerns about Michael getting hurt out of my head but I suddenly heard a crash.

“Michael!” I shouted, rushing over to his crumpled form. There was a little cut near his left eyebrow and I cursed internally, holding his head in my hands.

“Hey Y/N.” Michael said weakly, shooting me a half smile. I pulled him into a tight hug, which earned a chuckle from his as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“God I was really worried, you idiot.” I said, my words slightly muffled because my head was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I’m taking you to the nurse’s office.” I said, helping Michael stand up. I took his hand in mine and walked to the nurse’s office with him.

“You’re adorable when you’re worried.” Michael muttered and I felt my cheeks heat up, a bashful smile crossing my face.

“You know Jeremy says the same thing about you, right?” I said and Michael’s cheeks went pink.

“I do know.” Michael said and I chuckled, glancing at the cut on his face briefly.

“Mr Mell. Miss Y/L/N. Might I ask what you’re not doing in class? And without Mr Heere.” The nurse said, the last bit under her breath.

“Someone shoved Michael, and he cut his head.” I said and the nurse nodded, scanning Michael’s face.

“Well then, come in. I’ll go get an ice pack for you. Have a seat.” The nurse said and I nodded, sitting down with Michael.

“I’m texting Jeremy.” I said, and Michael frowned, trying to explain why I shouldn’t do it.

“Michael, Jeremy is your boyfriend as well as mine. He deserves to know.” I said and Michael pouted, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I pulled out my phone and pulled up Jeremy’s contact.

To: Player One 💋💞

Michael and I are in the nurse’s office. Someone said some shit about me, and Michael decided it’d be fun to try and fight them and consequently get shoved.

I sent the text and relaxed into Michael’s embrace, resting my head on his shoulder.

“This is nice, but it’d be nicer if you weren’t hurt.” I muttered and Michael chuckled, kissing the top of my head.

Michael went to respond, but my phone buzzed, interrupting him. I picked it up and saw a message from Jeremy.

From: Player One 💋💞

Oh my god!!! Tell Michael that he’s an idiot, but I hope he wasn’t hurt too bad. I love you guys. See you in Period 2.

I smiled, shoving my phone in the pocket of my purple sweatshirt. The nurse gave us a sour look as she handed Michael the ice pack, before retreating behind her desk.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with such a dork.” I muttered and Michael feigned offence, putting his free hand on his chest.

“I can’t believe my girlfriend is so mean.” Michael said and I rolled my eyes, snaking an arm around his waist.

“Whatever nerd.” I retaliated, kissing Michael’s cheek. We approached the classroom and I reluctantly removed my arm from Michael’s waist.

The teacher must have heard about what happened, because she didn’t ask us anything about where we were, or why we were so late.

We took our seats next to each other, and the lesson blurred past quickly. I kissed Michael goodbye as he went to his next lesson, and I warned him not to get into any more fights.

“Hey Jeremy.” I said, pecking his cheek when I saw him. He smiled and kissed my forehead in reply.

“Hello to you too. How’s Michael?” Jeremy asked when we sat down, opening our books.

“Michael’s fine. It was just a small cut, and he’s got an ice pack for it. I did warn him not to get into any more fights.” I said and Jeremy chuckled, taking my hands and squeezing it.

“Mr Heere. Miss Y/L/N. If we could please keep any displays of… affection outside the classroom, please?” He said and Jeremy dropped my hand, our faces both bright pink.

I nearly fell asleep a few times during the lesson, but Jeremy would wake me up with a gentle tap on the shoulder.

We finished the lesson and made our way to lunch, and saw that Michael was already sitting at our usual table.

“There are my beautiful partners.” Michael said, kissing the both of us on the cheek.

“Hey Michael.” Jeremy said, sitting down on one side of Michael. I sat down on the other side of him and pulled my water bottle out of my backpack.

“Hey Jer. How are you?” Michael asked and Jeremy hummed, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

“I’m alright. I was, however, worrying about you, Mr. Getting into fights? Really?” Jeremy said and Michael chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“Some jerks were talking shit about Y/N, and I know you’d fight someone if they were doing that too, so don’t deny it Jeremiah.” Michael said, poking Jeremy’s cheek.

Jeremy went pink and I giggled, taking a drink from my bottle. “Aren’t you hungry, Y/N?” Jeremy asked, noticing the absence of a lunch tray in front of me.

“I didn’t take my meds this morning, and I guess my body isn’t quite used to it.” I said and Jeremy nodded, pulling his brown lunch bag out of his backpack.

“Oh, have you guys heard about Brooke and Chloe?” I asked and the boys turned to me, shaking their heads.

“Well, apparently Brooke asked Chloe out, and they’re going to Jake’s Halloween party together.” I said and the boys smiled at each other.

“The gays are invading. We’re everywhere.” Michael said and Jeremy snorted, nearly knocking over his chocolate milk.

“You two are literally bisexual and pansexual. To be fair, I’m bi as well.” I said and Michael chuckled, ruffling my hair.

“Just because we’re not strictly gay doesn’t mean we can’t act gay.” Michael said, looking over at Jeremy and smirking.

“Oh god, no.” I muttered as Michael crashed his lips to Jeremy’s, tangling his fingers in Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy settled his hands on Michael’s hips, and Michael tugged gently on Jeremy’s hair.

“Ok, ok, I get it! You’re both super gay for each other.” I said, chuckling slightly. Michael and Jeremy pulled apart and smiled at me, their cheeks flushed.

“We may be gay for each other, but we’re super straight for you, Y/N.” Jeremy said and I snorted, leaning my head on Michael’s shoulder.

“Thanks Jer. That totally makes me feel better.” I said and Michael chuckled, rubbing my shoulder soothingly.

“You guys wanna come over this afternoon? I got Apocalypse of the Damned on the weekend, and I haven’t played it yet.” Michael said and I pressed a kiss to his neck.

“I’m in.” Jeremy said, taking a bite of his sandwich. Michael nodded and glanced down at me.

“How about you, shortie? You in?” Michael asked and I frowned, shooting Michael a glare.

“I’m in, but you’ve gotta promise to stop calling me shortie. I’m taller than Rich.” I said and the boys laughed, nodding their heads.

“You may be taller than Rich, but you’re still shorter than the both of us. Which means, we’re still gonna call you shortie.” Jeremy said and I rolled my eyes, giving them the finger.

“Now I know why you and Rich get along so well. You’re both tiny bundles of bisexual fury.” Michael said and I scoffed, taking my head off his shoulder.

“I hate the both of you right now. I’m filing for divorce.” I said and they both cackled. Michael even wiped a tear away.

“God I love you nerds.” Michael said, pulling Jeremy and I into a hug. I kissed Michael’s cheek softly, and I saw Jeremy do the same thing.

“Ok, tomorrow I get to sit in the middle.” I said, earning a loud laugh from both of the boys.

“Fine. Tomorrow is Y/N’s day in the middle.” Jeremy said, winking at me from across the bench.

I let out a content sigh, snuggling into the crook of Michael’s neck. “You know what?” I said and I was met with hums of response from Michael and Jeremy.

“I don’t care if people think we’re weird. I don’t care what other people say. I love you two more than anything else, and that’s all that matters. Now and forever.”

(2) Marauders Preferences: How he asked you out

Originally posted by itsjustcallmebella-okay

James: “Y/N!” Someone shouted, you turned around and saw that the voice belonged to James. “Hello James.” You said. “I was wondering if, well, erm…?” He trailed of. “James, what is it?” You asked, starting to get frustrated. “WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME?” He screamed, you were sure half of Hogwarts had heard it. “James, I would love to!” You squeaked and hugged him. He almost instantly hugged back. All you could think of was that you had a date with James Potter.

Originally posted by allenparker

Remus: Once again, you were in the library, reading Beauty and The Beast. Out of nowhere Remus sat down next to you and took your book out of your hands. “Remus wha-” You were cut off. “Listen, Y/N, I have liked you for a while now and I would like to take you to the next Hogsmeade trip, but if you don’t want to then that’s okay.” He finally shut up so you could reply, he looked so hopeful and obviously you were going to say yes! “I would love to Remus!” You said. The way his face lit up when you said those words made you so happy it up was unbelievable.

Originally posted by breakfreemodel

Sirius: As you were walking down the corridor someone covered your mouth with their hand and dragged you to a empty classroom. You didn’t try to fight it because you knew perfectly well that it was Sirius Black. “Why am I here Sirius?” You asked, already annoyed. “Well, I want you to come on a date with me after school, tonight, and then maybe we can carry on where we left of.” He said. You rolled your eyes then said, “Okay, but I don’t think we will get that far on the first date.” You walked out of the classroom, stressing about the date.

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Part 1

Characters: Winchester brothers x sister!reader, OC characters, characters from 4x13.

Words: 1060

Tags: @daughters-and-winsisters@evyiione, @samanddeanshotsis, @darkestgrungeuniverse @fabulouslycassie @delessapeace-blog @mariairwin666 @1amluke @saveprettydays @cookee50 

A/N: Soooo, I was asked to do a second part of the 1997 one shot I wrote, so yeah, I’ve been thinking about plot ideas, and now I’m officially trying to turn this into a series.

Your name: submit What is this?

You woke up by someone slapping your cheek repeatedly. You groaned in annoyance as you instinctively shielded your face.

”Wake up, sunshine.” Dean’s sarcastic voice broke the silence and you could just tell he was sporting a smirk on his smug face.

You peeled open your eyes, and instantly squinted them again because of the bright sunlight that flowed into the motel room through the small windows, making all the dust in the dust in the air visible. You instantly sat up in the couch you were sleeping in — you had been nice enough to let your brothers sleep in the bed — suddenly fully awake.

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The Game of Love Life!

day one ─ au day. 

pairing ; lin x reader

summary ; your students decide to play the game of love life with you, ultimately leading to a life changing kiss. (i can’t summarize for shit i apologize.)

words ; 1877 

warnings ; nope!

note ; this is for day one of the write-a-thon! i’m really excited to do this, so let’s hope i can keep up schedule!

masterlist || write-a-thon tag || write-a-thon schedule


Teaching high schoolers who were forever in the business of your love life wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. Ever since the beginning of the second semester, they had all become obsessed with your relationship status. Why? You weren’t sure. But when you had free-time in class, Jaylon, one of your tenth graders, would get up from his desk, grab an Expo marker from the whiteboard, and say, “Who’s ready for the game of… Love Life!?”

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“It meant the world to me and you ruined it”

Request: Could you do a carl gallagher imagine based on the prompt “It meant the world to me and you ruined it.” pls!!!

Warnings: fluffy lil Carl, fight scene

Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 695

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It was boring Friday and you were at school in maths, it was the last class of the day but the class had seemed to be taking forever. It felt like you had been in this drab classroom for hours when in fact it had only been 30 minutes. 

You had been staring at the clock when you saw someone walk into the classroom and up to the teacher, the teacher called out for you “Y/N, to the office” You didn’t know what you had done to earn this but you got up, packed your stuff up and followed the boy down the hall. You decided that if it took you long enough to get to the office you wouldn’t have to go, so you began to walk as slow as you could possibly manage. 

The boy had noticed that you were walking slowly so he turned around and gripped onto your wrist.

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|| The New Girl ||

{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

this whole story was inspired by a snippet in an ign article that i screencapped and posted yesterday x))))) it was the best prompt for me and i just had to write something short and sweet for it!

this is dedicated to all of my readers out there who have given my stories a chance and followed this blog. i really love you guys and i thank you so much for making this personal blog of mine so much fun to run!

warnings: none

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Don’t Help - Ten | Part 1

can you write something where ten is a rich guy at your high school and you’re poor, and he helps you out? but like you dont like his help at first. thank yuuuuu

Sure! I’m going to make this a multi-part thing, so here’s part one!

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Part 1

“Look at her hair,” Minji says. “Does she cut it herself?”

“And her uniform is falling apart at the edges.  She should buy a new one,” Eunjin responds.

The girls titter amongst themselves and you look away, pretending not to hear them. It’s okay, you think.  I don’t need money or friends, I’m only here to get good grades so I can get a scholarship…

The lunch bell rings and everyone in your class leaves, calling out to friends to sit with.  You watch them go. I wonder what it would be like to have someone like that? Someone who you know really well, someone who takes care of you all the time, someone who protects you and eats with you… You sigh. Well, I guess not everyone has someone like that.

You stand up and walk out of the classroom, carrying the lunch that your mother made for you.  

“Just eat this,” your mom would always say.  “It’s nutritious and it’s much less expensive than the lunches you buy at school.  Think of all the art supplies that I could buy you with that money!”

You sigh.  Mom never buys me new art supplies.  She always uses the money to get clothes and supplies for Dongjin, my little brother…

—————-(Ten’s POV)————

Ten stands in the hallway and watches you walk out of the classroom, alone like you are everyday. You turn the corner to go to the lunchroom, not looking up.

Ten sighs.  She’s always like this.  When’s the last time she and I talked? Maybe middle school, before her father lost his job? [y/n] was bright and happy back then.  She talked to me all the time, even though I was just the shy kid at the back of the class.  

He walks closer to your classroom and looks inside.  What should I do for her? I have money, but that’s all I can give her.  How would I do it anyways? Ten approaches your desk, sitting your seat and looking around.  I bet she doesn’t have any friends…

Ten glances down at your notebook.  He peers closer, reading a list that you wrote titled:’art supplies”.

“This would be perfect,” he says out loud. Quickly, Ten covers his mouth and looks around worriedly, although no one is around. He grabs his phone from his picture and snaps a picture, then walks out of the room, whistling to himself.

——— (Your POV) ————

You slump into your seat, laying your head onto your desk.  You slide your backpack from your shoulders and sit up, stretching your arms above your head.  School starts so early… you muse to yourself as you stand up and walk to the back of your classroom.  You take the lock off of your locker, then gasp in surprise, stepping back quickly.  

Inside of your locker is a mountain of art supplies, with a card on the top of the pile reading: ‘We haven’t talked in a long time.  Maybe you remember me? But no hints~”

You pick up the card and stare at the writing.  I don’t recognize this handwriting, so I don’t think this is another prank.  You reach your hand into your locker, just about to pick up the beautiful colored pencils on top of the pile when someone behind you begins talking.

“Hey, [y/n].  What’s in your locker? Is it something cool?”

You shut your locker quickly and turn around, putting your back on your locker.  Minji and Eunjin stand in front of you,  looking at you suspiciously.  

“Got something good, [y/n]?”

Minji laughs.  “She doesn’t have anything.  She’s poor, remember?”

Eunjin laughs along with Minji, but steps forward.  “Let us see, huh?”

You open your mouth to respond to Eunjin when the school bell rings, ending your conversation.  Einjin and Minji smirk at you and return to their seats.  You sigh, then sit down.

At least Ill have a little bit of time to pretend that those supplies are mine.  Once they get inside of my locker, they are going to take them for sure…

Time passes quickly, and soon enough the bell for lunch rings.  You get up quickly and stand by your locker, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

Minji and Eunjin stand together with a girl from another classroom, talking animatedly.

“Yeah,” the other girl was saying. “There’s a new male student in my class and he’s really good looking.  As good looking as an idol! And his clothes are new and expensive looking.  Everything about him is perfect! He doesn’t talk much though…”

Eunjin and Minji smile at each other. “Let’s go see him.” Minji says.

“Of course,” Eunjin says happily. “But what about [y/n]?”

Minji turns to you, and you turn away quickly.  “Oh right, I almost forgot. Lets look in her locker first.”

You step in front of your locker and shake your head. Einjin laughs and Minji steps forward.

“Are you saying no to us right now?”  Minji laughs and tosses her hair. “Seems like you aren’t afraid of us anymore.  Aren’t we scary? Wanna get hit?”

Minji raises her hand and you flinch, closing your eyes in anticipation for the hit.  But for some reason, the blow never comes.  

You open your eyes and are surprised by the fact that there is someone standing in front of you, holding Minji’s raised wrist in their hand.

“Don’t hit her,” the boy says.  “Did something happen?”

Minji’s mouth forms an ‘o’ and her cheeks turn pink. “N-no…” she stammers.  Eunjin raises her hand to her mouth and stares at the boy standing in front of you in amazement.

You gasp as the boy turns around and touches your shoulder gently.  “Are you okay?” he asks.

He is handsome… The boy is tall with dark hair and pale skin.  His angular nose compliments his beautiful brown eyes, his eyes that vaguely seemed familiar…

“[y/n]?” The boy leaned closer to you. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

You shake your head slowly, dazed and confused. “No….” He knows my name…

You glance to your side and gasp again.  Female students are piled around the windows and are leaning into the doorframe of your classroom, probably trying to get a glance of the boy standing in front of you.

He looks in the same way that you are looking and looks on in surprise. He turns back to you and laughs. “Seems like you are pretty popular.  Do you get in fights often?”

You almost laugh out loud, but notice the innocent and open look in his eyes.  He’s not kidding around, he actually doesn’t know that they are here because of him…

“Ah… not really,” you say quietly.

The boy takes your hand and grins again.  “Let’s go then.”

As he pulls you away through the crowd of girls, all looking at him, you realize it.  The same beautiful eyes, the same radiant smile, the same open face, it all makes sense now.  Its him.

“Ten?” you ask.

Ten turns back to you and smiles. “Hi, [y/n]. I’m glad you remember me.”

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Part 2

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~June

You Should Know Better Pt.4

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen)

Summary: After dismissing class early, Natalie walks outside only to get into a heated argument with her ex. Joe, after settling himself down, stumbles upon the mess and inserts himself into the altercation. 
POV: Okay, I really fucked with the POV here, but it’s supposed to be Natalie’s
Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie, Landon
Word Count: 2600ish??
Author’s Note: This chapter literally picks up right after the last one, so, if you haven’t read part three, go ahead and read that sucker now. I don’t know why, but I struggled a bit with this chapter because having to control more than one person is a bitch. 
Quote:   “The moment people run out of ways to socially express themselves, they resort to physical violence.”

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drowninginallthefeels  asked:

Can I have some Highschool au prompts please?

Sure thing! 

-We’ve been assigned as project partners but??? I have literally never seen you in this class before?? Do you even go to this school?? 

-I’ve gone to the same school as you for years now, and we have almost every class together, and you are somehow well acquainted with who I am but I have no idea what your name even is and I am so sorry. 

-You sit in front of me in one of the classes and the only interaction we ever have is every morning when you turn around in your seat and put a new sticker on my binder? Why do you have so many weird stickers??

-We hang out in the same area on campus and we have a lot of mutual friends but we have somehow never met each other but now we keep making awkward eye contact and people are starting to get weird ideas

-We both apparently missed the memo about ditch day and now we are the only people in our first class

-You clearly want to sit alone but this is seriously the last available seat on the bus so could you please move your damn bag and let me sit down. 

-You noticed that I usually don’t have a lunch so you started packing a lunch for me and I am so shocked cause I didnt know someone could be so nice and pure???

-My mom/dad is a teacher and you are always hanging out in their classroom and it bugs the crap out of me but you are apparently just trying to get their permission to date me????

-I fell asleep during class and you apparently gave my your jacket to use as a blanket/pillow but now I am totally attached to it and you are never getting it back. 

-I used to walk home every day and once you realized you asked you parents if they could give a ride home too but you totally regret it because now they love me and keep asking when you’re gonna ask me out. 


I didnt feel like doing my usual dialogue prompts and thought I’d give situation prompts for once. I hope you like them, and I hope they help you. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact me!