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Seven Minutes - Sheisme - The 100 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: The 100 (TV), clexa - Fandom
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa
Characters: Clarke Griffin, lexa, Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, HS AU, nerd!Clarke, Popular!Lexa, Shy clarke, Fluff, The thirst is real, Smut, Protective Lexa
Summary:

Clarke is the shy girl in school who wasn’t one for parties. When her two best friends finally manage to drag her to one, she ends up stuck in a closet for seven minutes with Lexa Woods, the most popular girl in school.

anonymous asked:

Pls post this: Inside the fandom L is the most popular. But if she release music it will NOT do too well on itunes US. Shawn M didn't even get 20K sales on debut. Harry got almost 200K on his debut. If you want any of the girls to have a huge debut like that we need to promote all the girls and not just 1. Each girl can grab a certain audience. N is the most popular outside the fandom. She already got A lists looking at what she can do. She has the connections and the audience. Promote all.

Dwts is making her even more popular outside the fandom.
-V

Jealousy || Zach Dempsey x Reader (NSFW)

Thank you so much!! It makes me feel so good to know that people actually like this trash that I put out. Speaking of trash… I may have just brewed up some really kinky shit.

Word Count: 1,144

Warnings: Rough Smut, Dom!Zach, Sub!Reader

~


    You had always been one of those girls that guys just seemed to like. Whether you were dressed up in a miniskirt or dressed down in a pair of sweatpants; they flocked to your side. You just had that certain, rare personality that made you likable. Even if you didn’t try to be, you were one of the most popular girls at Liberty High.

    “Well, looky looky who it is!” Jeff Atkins yelled from across the gym, waving you over from where you sat, quietly reading the latest novel of your favorite author. “Y/N, get over here!”

    You stood, tucking your book away in your backpack. You were just about to make your way over to him when you heard the familiar sound of Zach’s voice. He was babbling about something to do with basketball when he came waltzing through the doors, followed closely by a few of the other members of his team.

    His eyes met yours across the distance, a smile growing on his face. He started walking towards you, stopping dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Jeff. He had gotten up from the bleachers and was making his way over to you, Clay Jensen trailing behind.

    You sat back down, greeting them each with a smile as they plopped down on either side of you. While Jeff immediately threw his arm over your shoulders, Clay was a little more reserved. Still, he was sitting close enough your your thighs to touch.

    “What’s up, girlie?” Jeff asked, giving you a light squeeze. “Clay and I were just talking over there and we both agreed that we’ve never seen you at any parties.”

    Clay smiled, nudging your knee with his own. “He’s got a point, however direct it may be. Even I go to parties.”

    You laughed, shaking your head. “You should go to parties, Clay. You act like no one likes you. I mean, come on! They like you as much as they like Jeff. I know I do.”

    “Uh, no,” he replied.

    Jeff leaned over, nudging Clay’s shoulder. “Take a compliment, Jensen. A pretty lady is telling you she thinks you’re cool.”

    Clay looked away, most likely hiding the blush that had seeped onto his pale cheeks. “Shut up, Jeff.”

    You smiled, grabbing Clay’s arm and pulling him against your chest. “Jeff is right. I mean, about the me thinking you’re cool thing.”

    Jeff was about to say something in reply when the sound of a basketball slamming into the bleachers next to you caught everyone’s attention. The three of you stared down at the broad, tanned form of Zach.

    He clenched his jaw, looking from Clay to Jeff before his eyes finally settled on you. He gave you that same look that he always did when he saw you talking to guys. That ‘I think you’re doing this on purpose’ glare, with the razor sharp eyes and accusing stance.

    You stood slowly, muttering a goodbye before hopping down to stand by Zach’s side. His arm was around you in seconds, pulling you tightly against himself as he steered you away from the boys and out of the gym. He brought you into the connecting locker rooms, guiding you to the right and into the girls’.

    Inside, you watched as he locked the doors, a murderous look on his face. He turned to stare at you, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an explanation.

    “We were just talking,” you said.

    He collapsed on one of the benches, motioning for you to sit by him. You did as he said, placing a hand on his thigh.

    His eyes caught yours for only a moment, that black, swoopy hair falling just barely over his temple. “You act different around them than you do with me.”

    “No, I don’t,” you stated. “You just get too jealous.”

    “Jealous?” he asked, incredulous. He turned to grab you by the shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest. “I’m not jealous. I’m letting you know who you belong to.”

    There was a moment of shocked silence that was broken quickly by his lips crashing against yours. You barely managed to keep on your feet as he pulled you up with himself, backing you up against the lockers.

    You gasped as you were lifted suddenly, back shoved against a surface of cold metal. You could feel one of the locks digging into your hip as Zach ground against you, lips moving down to attack the skin of your chest.

    His hands were on you in seconds, slipping beneath your skirt and pulling at your underwear. He tugged the flimsy fabric down just enough to get to what he wanted.

    “Zach, not here,” you said, looking around at the empty room. “Someone could come in.”

    He popped open the button of his jeans, giving you a reassuring smile. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought we could get caught. We’re fine, babe.”

    You could feel yourself relaxing as you watched him spit into the palm of his hand, reaching down between the two of you to wet his growing erection. His eyelids fluttered as he gave himself a few rough jerks, gaze fixated on your thighs as they squeezed around his waist.

    He lined himself up with your entrance, pressing in slowly. You couldn’t stop the moan that came from somewhere in the back of your throat, the pleasant stretch of him sending shocks through your core. You shivered when his hips pressed flush against yours.

    He gave a deep grunt, gripping your waist tightly as he began to move. The slow in and out rubbed everything inside of you in just the right way. The quiet bang of your shoulders hitting against the loose locker doors echo’d throughout the room, only increasing the coil of white hot pressure building in your core.

    Your hands slipped up the back of his shirt as he picked up the pace. As his muscles flexed you could feel them beneath your fingers, taut and dominating. His hot breath beat off of your neck, tongue darting out to taste the flesh there.

    You hid your face in his chest, trying to muffle the stream of soft cries escaping your lips. His grip on your hips tightened and his thrusts became erratic, uneven and hard. That coil in your belly tightened even farther, sizzling hot.

    It only took another good slam of his hips into yours and you were toppling over the edge, moaning his name like a prayer as your orgasm hit you. He followed along shortly after, pressing into you as deeply as he could. You were just coming down from your high when you felt the slow warmth of his own spread in your core.

    He found your eyes, lips parted with heaving breaths. “You’re mine, Y/N. Only mine.”

    You nodded, breathless. “Only yours.”

Draco in a band

-So Drarry got together during eighth year in this au okay

-After graduation, Harry and Draco decide to move into a flat together

-And Harry brings over a lot of stuff from Grimmauld Place, including Sirius’s old muggle records and record player, posters, leather jackets and faded jeans, etc.

-Harry and Draco spend a lot of time listening to all of those records because they are in fact quite healing

-Draco becomes really invested in these muggle bands because they were important to Sirius and Sirius is important to Harry and Harry is important to him

-Starts writing music about Harry, about the war, about other music, about everything

-Constant singing. All the time. Harry loves it

-After awhile of writing Draco gets together a few of the friends they’ve made at assorted concerts and cafes and soon enough, they’ve got a band

-Draco INSISTS on naming the band “Snake Control” because it is both a terrible pun and a nod to his Slytherin heritage and everyone hates it but they aren’t given a choice

-It takes awhile for them to get up off the ground but after a few gigs they gain a lot of local popularity

-Harry manages the group and gets them gigs and tags along to all their concerts and makes out with Draco backstage after each set

-Lots of screaming and sometimes flashing from assorted girls, but Harry isn’t jealous 

-Harry has every one of their songs memorized to a T (their most popular song is written about Harry, titled “Stupid Prat”)

-And Draco is in his element. He wears one of Sirius’ old jackets at each concert and his hair isn’t combed and he’s sweaty and warm and out of breath and smiling

-He always dedicates the last song of each concert to Harry. Every single weekend

-They’re happy

Single Dad!Lance Au

(STOP ME PLS)

Lance was 16 when his life fell apart.(IK it is young but just go with me)

Lance was the class clown and most popular kid in school. He ended up going to a party a year earlier that he didn’t know would have consequences. A year later he was forced into parenthood. One day after school he was coming home and found on his door step to two small infants and a note telling him how some girl didn’t want to be a mother and threw all the responsibilities onto him. He was kicked out by his family because they were extremely religious and didn’t want a son to be a father at 16. He avoided everyone at school because he was too afraid of their reactions and ridicule. He started taking night classes and day classes and was living off of his savings for the Garrison. He graduated high school a year early and used that year to get his life together and earn a scholarship for the Garrison. Iverson was completely against the idea of a teen father in the Garrison and told him everyday.

He had made a deal with an old friend in high school that was now a writer that need to have a place where no one was so he need a house in the desert so Lance payed to build a house while his friend watched his kids. He didn’t have to do much watching because they were pretty well behaved but his friend moved out. He couldn’t leave two 4 year olds allow so he snuck them into the Garrison. They would hide in the vents were they found Pidge and bribed her with cookies so she wouldn’t report them. Pidge adopted them as her vent gremlin children. On the night of Shiro’s crash, Hunk and Lance found them on the roof with Pidge and end up explaining he was a single parent. (½)

(Will be part 2 maybe)
“People keep telling you that you’re pretty, and that must mean a lot to you. But when has anyone ever told you that you’re nice to be around? That they like the person you are, not for this temporary prison of flesh and bones, but your soul. Your being. You.” He had his hand tight around the plastic red party cup and was staring at her in anticipation. 
The people around them had quieted down and the music stopped and for a second there she had been speechless. The most popular girl at school with the diamond blue eyes and the shiny blonde hair and the best comebacks was speechless.
But then she laughed softly and spat into his face the words, “Haven’t you heard? Nobody cares about who you are in this world. They don’t care about that soul crap and how nice you are. All they care about is status, money, looks - and I have all of that. You may be a good person, but it won’t get you anywhere. Keep up, it’s 2017.”
And then she stormed off, her loyal subjects rushing after her and her hair flying behind her. And the party people laughed and continued their music and even though his words had held meaning, hers had too. Here he was, a nice person who wasn’t as handsome as the football players but who was kind and smart and giving, but she was right. It didn’t mean anything, because he was just your average guy and that’s not what people these days care about.
—  b.d. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #99
waving through a window - a heathers au

(BASED OFF OF AN AU PROMPT BY @defenderofjvstice)

(This is based off the musical version, not the movie version. Sorry.)

WORD COUNT: 1177

SHIP: MAINLY JDXVERONICA

It was no use. Veronica Sawyer could see that this was the choice her ex-boyfriend, Jason “JD” Dean, made. She looked into his wild, frowning, glaring brown eyes as he held the trigger for the bombs in one hand and a gun pointing at her in the other. This was the choice he made. There was no stopping him now, and she didn’t want to fight with a dangerous sociopath.

Unless…

“Fine. If you won’t stop the bombs, then I’ll join them,” Veronica gulped. It was the only way to redeem herself, she realized, after she had been involved in the murders of the most popular girl in the school and her ex-best friend, Heather Chandler, and two jocks on the football team, Ram Sweeney and Kurt Kelly. Sure, they were all jerks, but in the light of everything that happened – her triggering Martha’s attempted suicide, going along with the Heathers’ mean pranks for almost three weeks – she was just as bad as them.

And letting JD kill three semi-innocent high schoolers right before her eyes? That just made her even worse. The only person who deserved to die was herself.

JD’s glare softened. “Veronica…” He lowered his gun and started stepping towards her.

Veronica took a step back. She wanted to look strong in front of him. But really, she was scared, shaking in her oxfords. Was this really what she had to do to stop JD? To threaten her own death? However, she decided that if this was the price to pay to forgive her sins, then so be it.

“No, JD,” Veronica said firmly, slowly backing away from him and towards the school. “This is the only way.” She turned from him and started to run.

“Veronica, wait!” JD yelled after her.

But it was too late. She disappeared into the doors of the ticking time-bomb, which happened to be Westerburg High.


JD ran through the doors of the only school he didn’t want to leave, thanks to Veronica. As he passed by the gym, the nauseating chants of the school’s pep rally echoed off of the empty hallways.

Hey, yo Westerburg! Tell me, what’s that sound? Here comes Westerburg, comin’ to put you in the ground! Go, go, Westerburg! Give a great big yell! Westerburg will knock you out and send you straight to hell!

Which is where every one of these deadbeats and assholes are going, JD thought to himself as he finally passed the gymnasium. The chants finally died out and he could only hear silence through the halls.

“Veronica?” he called out, passing down each corridor. He peeked through every classroom, bathroom (even the girls’, which was thankfully empty), library, and even the rooftop. No sign of Veronica.

As he headed down the stairs of the rooftop, he started to rethink his choices. He loved Veronica. He was doing this just for her. If she were killed thanks to his own doing, he would never forgive himself.

He finally reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed that the two emergency exit doors were open. Those were never open. He came to the conclusion that Veronica was bluffing. She really wasn’t going to die with these bastards. She just wanted a reason for him to stop.

Nice try, Veronica. It’s not that easy.

He headed outside to the football field, seeing the whole school in all of its hellish glory. He pressed the button on the trigger and knew it would only be a matter of seconds until everything was gone, and it would just be him and Veronica. He smiled to himself, looking at the school’s brick structure and tinted windows. He looked through each and every one of them, most of them were empty, but he was shocked to see a face staring back through one of them. The face waved.

JD blinked. He suddenly had a flashback of the time his mother died. She had kissed him on his forehead and said she would see him soon, before walking into the building. She waved through the window as it exploded into pieces; the only remains of his mother were the ashes and the rubble of the deconstructed library.

Was the figure waving through the window his mother? Was it her spirit to try to convince him, too late, to stop the murder of all these innocent teenagers? He blinked again, only to realize the figure that was waving through the window was…

Veronica.

His eyes widened as he reached out, as if his gesture could stop the explosion. As he stepped forward to try and join her…

BOOM!

He ran back, the sound so loud that it left his ears ringing. He shielded his eyes from the bright fire and tried to dodge the ashes and the rubble of the school that went flying everywhere. As everything finally calmed down, he ran through the black smoke and inspected every single brick and rock, praying to God that Veronica had somehow made it out alive. That the person waving through the window wasn’t actually her. That he was just seeing things.

However, his heart instantly shattered into pieces as he picked up a scrap of torn, navy blue cloth. He recognized it immediately – it was from the blazer that Veronica always wore.

“No…” It barely came out. A sob was lodged in his throat. “Veronica…” He buried his face into the only remainder of his beloved as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Please don’t leave me alone… you were all I could trust…”

It should have been me. It should have been me. I’m the only asshole who deserved to die in this explosion. Not them. Not Heather McNamara. Not Martha Dunnstock. Sure, Heather Duke was a major bitch, but who the fuck cares? I killed people. Heather Duke didn’t deserve to die. And Veronica didn’t deserve to die either.

He looked at the loaded gun in his hand. He pressed it against his head, but then he knew that Veronica wouldn’t want him to do that.

It would just prove that you’re a major pussy, she would’ve said. She would’ve wanted JD to turn himself in. She would’ve wanted him to face the music and rot in prison.

Two weeks later, JD, who was now dubbed inmate number 38129, sat in the Sherwood Penitentiary. He would be tried as an adult, and they would most likely give him the death sentence for the first-degree murder of Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, Ram Sweeney (if they could prove it), and the students of Westerburg High School. He deserved it.

As he sat in solitary confinement, wearing the orange jumpsuit all inmates had to wear instead of his trusty black trench coat, he only had one thing on his mind: Veronica.

Why’d I have to go and fuck my life up? If I had just listened to her, we could probably be cuddling on the couch and watching TV and making out. She’d still be in my arms. Most importantly, she’d still be alive.

Why couldn’t we have been seventeen?

3

Lincoln: Lucy! Stop saying those mean things about yourself! Quit comparing yourself to all those so-called “beautiful popular girls”, you’re not like those girls, you’re you! A beautiful artistic girl, who has way more talent than any of those girls combined! You’re unique! Those girls should be more like you if anything, you’re loving, caring, and I know this doesn’t mean as much coming from me, but you really are beautiful Lucy! You have one of the nicest smiles ever, every time I see you even smile for a second it warms my heart knowing you’re happy! You even have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, I count myself lucky whenever I get to see them! You have so many unique traits and features any boy would be lucky as all heck to be with you! So please, stop doubting yourself and comparing yourself to girls who in my opinion, can’t even compete with you to begin with!
I’m sorry for yelling, but I just felt you needed to hear my opinion on this… but just know Lucy that, I love you and I’m here for you whenever you need me, ok?

Lucy: Yeah… I love you too Lincoln.


(Honestly I don’t know where this came from, the image just came to me and I just had to draw it… Lincoln trying to help Lucy with some confidence issues? Some doubts? I don’t know, but I really like how it turned out, even if it is messy…)

Oh, sleepovers. Nothing is better than spending a night with your bestfriends overdosing on junk food, laying around in your most comfortable and embarrassing pajamas and watching five movies in a row. Sleepovers can either be extremely relaxing or hard to recover from, but they are so funny and irreplaceable that I personally think there should be an international Sleepover Night. 

Movies, obviously, are a must-be according to the Sleepover Bible (made up by me right now), but sometimes it can be hard to choose what to watch. I guess one of the best ways to decide is having a marathon or establishing a theme: you can watch the whole Harry Potter/Pirates of the Caribbean/Star Wars saga, go for a tv series like Friends or Grey’s Anatomy or follow a fil rouge that links together a few films.

What I’m proposing you today is one of my favourite themes: teen movies from 1990 to 2000. Beside being extremely funny and unmissable if you are a movie amateur, they definitely left a mark in the filmmaking history, defining a generation not so far in time from ours. They can also teach you something about style or pop culture, so you have no excuses left not to watch them!

JAWBREAKER (1999)

People worshipped them and cursed them, but everybody wanted to be them .

In Jawbreaker you have all the ingredients for a classic teen movie: a high school, a popular and mean clique of Queen Bees, a kind-hearted girl loved by everyone, a prom, hot guys - with the only exception that this is not a classic teen movie.

Jawbreaker is a dark comedy and (surprise!) it involves a kidnapping, a death and police investigations. Written and directed by David Stein, the movie revolves around the “Flawless Four” of Reagan High School, Los Angeles:  Courtney Shayne, Marcie Fox, Julie Freeman and Elizabeth Purr. They all rule the school with a terror regime, except for Liz. She is not as mean as her friends and makes no differences in relating with others - her beauty and honesty, then, make her the most loved and admired girl. 

Obviously, this generates jealousy in Courtney, Marcie and Julie, who decide to prank their friend on seventeenth birthday, by performing a fake kidnapping. They take her off guard early in the morning, binding her with ropes and pushing a jawbreaker candy into her mouth. The girls lock Elizabeth in the trunk of a car and drive towards the mall to celebrate their friend’s brithday with breakfast. However, once they open the trunk, the sight is definitely not what they expected it to be…

Jawbreaker is worth watching not only for the twisted, surprising plot and the iconic (and definitely realistic) language used by the girls, but also because it explores the dynamics of a group of girls with the voice of an outsider, Fern Mayo, who finds herself involved in the events against her will. This movie is gonna make you laugh, startle and maybe regret not living in 1999.

Cruel Intentions (1999)

In the game of seduction there’s only one rule: never fall in love.

Drugs, sex, a hot step-brother, games of seduction, classy and total black outfits, rich mansions. If you like this list, Cruel Intentions is the perfect movie for you. Beside having an incredibly attractive cast, a young Reese Witherspoon included, its plot twists the usual “mean clique” dynamics.

Set in a wealthy Manhattan, the film is about an oddly assorted couple: Sebastian Valmont and his step-sister Kathryn Merteuil. He’s well known for his countless sexual conquers and seductive manners, which perfectly match Kathryn’s inner wickedness and malice - but they always both manage to get away with it thanks to their fascinating looks and charming attitudes. 

The tight relationship between the two not only sees them accomplices in many misdeeds, but also gives rise to explicit sexual innuendos, as Sebastian’s not-so-secret fantasy is to sleep with Kathryn. Despite wishing the same, the girl likes to play it hard to get, so she decides to set up a bet: if Sebastian will be able to seduce Annette Hargrove, Kathryn will have sex with him - otherwise, she’ll get his vintage Jaguar. It’s not as easy as it seems: Annette is the daughter of their school’s headmaster and has recently written an article on saving her virginity for marriage.

As the time goes by and the relationship with Annette develops, Sebastian will find his controversial morals hardly tested. He’ll also have to manage the seduction of the young and naive Cecile, the new girlfriend of Kathryn’s ex, and he’ll be soon torn between his usual lifestyle and a wager maybe too hard to win, even for his unbeaten ego.

Cruel Intentions is weird, explicit, somehow shocking. It points out the differences between boys and girls as it comes to sex, providing a few interesting reflections under a chic, witty and dark atmosphere. Kathryn’s outfits are ICONIC and the movie will make you want more - and you’re lucky, because there are a prequel and a sequel.

Clueless (1995)

Dear diary, I’m more fabulous than five minutes ago.

I don’t even know how to start with this and if you’ve never seen Clueless before… oh my gosh, you can’t imagine what you’ve missed. This movie is p-e-r-f-e-c-t! 

Yes, we have a Queen Bee, Cher, with her sidekick Dionne. And yes, she’s vain and superficial. But she is funny, gorgeous, good natured, harmless and extremely relatable. You could easily make any quote from her character yours, really. She’s crazy wealthy and lives in a mansion in Beverly Hills, obviously being the most popular girl at school.

The movie explores Cher’s life and her attempts at making “good deeds”, showing how her attitude is more innocent than biased. She decides to give Tai Frasier, a “tragically unhip” girl, a makeover aimed at initiating her into the popular universe of their high school; she tries to act as cupid and match two professors (also to raise her grades); all of this, just for the sake of “giving back to the community”.

Cher’s hilarious adventures continue as she finds herself facing a new, attractive boy at school, her annoying stepbrother, the driving license exam and other teenage things we’ve all been through. I loved this movie because she’s fierce and self confident in a positive way, for once - and I won’t even mention the outfits of almost every character, which I’ve seen more than once reinterpreted in the latest collections of many fashion brands. And let me add that Alicia Silverstone’s facial expressions are the best thing in the world… In a few words: watch it. You won’t absolutely regret it.

The Craft (1996)

“You girls watch out for those weirdos” - “We are the weirdos, mister”

Everyone loves a bit of magic. Candles, chanting odd words, summoning the supernatural, meeting in the middle of the night - all things you probably don’t do but that still sound fascinating and attractive, especially if you are a young girl with a mysterious past in a new school where you know no one.

This is how it goes for Sarah Bailey once she arrives to the catholic academy of St. Benedict, Los Angeles. A group of outcasts, with difficult, gloomy lives and rumored to be practicing witchcraft, notices that Sarah is not as normal as she seems, thus luring her into joining their coven. The powers of the four girls reach a whole new level as they try to fix their messy lives and make up for any wrong that had been unfairly done to them.

However, nothing is easy when it comes to unearthly powers - the group will face difficult personal struggles and they will soon understand that everything comes with a price. 

This thriller will open your eyes on the hard life of social rejects in a surreal way, making you think twice before exposing someone not as lucky as you - you never know what may be their revenge. I loved The Craft because it explores a different side of the world depicted in the movies listed above - it gives voice to the unheard and shows things from a different point of view.

10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close.

Sisters can be so different. Take Bianca and Kat Stratford, for example. One is popular, beautiful, admired and elegant, the other is a smart, casual, ironic bookworm. Cameron James (and adorable Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is head over heels for Bianca as soon as he sees her, but he’s warned by a friend that the girl’s father doesn’t allow her to date anyone. This doesn’t only upset Cameron, but Bianca as well - that’s why before the prom she quarrels with her dad until he agrees on letting her go at one condition: Kat has to find a boyfriend and go to the prom, too, causing Bianca to become furious since her sister will never want to be with someone.

Cameron finds out about the new rule and decides to find a boy who will date Kat, so then he’ll be able to go out with Bianca. The mission seems impossible, but of course we have Heath Ledger, in the role of Patrick Verona, who once again becomes the hero and (obviously with a heavy salary) agrees on trying.

Will the mission stay professional? Will Kat resist to Patrick’s charm or will she be trapped by the good-looking outcast as bitter as she is? Will Bianca go to prom with Cameron? You need to watch the movie to find out. This is one of my favourite ones, I’ve seen it at least three times and it’s just great - I always like watching the development of a romantic relationship, because each one is different from the other. And the singing scene on the bleachers? Iconic.

Romeo + Juliet (1996) - trailer

If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

Do I even have to say something?? I mean, Leo DiCaprio, Shakespeare’s most known masterpiece, love and death, Baz Luhrmann. This is enough, isn’t it?

Romeo + Juliet is the modernized and adapted version of the famous, tragic love story. It’s visionary, surreal, heartbreaking and it should be seen at least once a week because it’s just too much. It is set in a imaginary Verona Beach, where the adventures and deeds of two families in war intertwine with the forbidden love affair of a young boy and girl. The plot follows Shakespeare’s script, but you won’t find swords or horses. Guns and sportscars, gas stations and a swimming pool are just a few of the innovative twists Luhrmann has used in this dreamy and loud film.



What about you? What are your favourite 90ies/sleepover movies? Let us know by commenting this post, the Facebook page or sending an ask! x

  • Amanda: Oh, hello, Wednesday. Is everything, uh, good?
  • Wednesday: Ugh, it's just fine, Amanda. I was just trying to put myself into a coma so I wouldn't have to listen to you dipshits try to talk and breathe at the same time.
NCT as types of people in class
  • Taeil: Comes to class on time. Always has a coffee in his hand and notes in his bag. Everybody turns to him for help. Probably has a fan club led by the freshmen.
  • Johnny: The ghost of the class. Comes to school only on syllabus day, the midterm, and the final. Doesn't study but aces language classes.
  • Taeyong: The most popular guy. All the girls come to your classroom because of him. Phone gallery full with animal pictures. Is in love with his dog.
  • Yuta: The overly competitive fellow. In the football club but somehow always gets benched for some reason. "Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing."
  • Ten: Sits absurdly close to Taeil on test days. Can be seen in hallways cornering freshmen trying to get them to join a "Traditional Thai Dance" club.
  • Doyoung: Sings opera in the hallways and is known as "that screaming guy". Always lets you know when he's gotten an A. Rubs it in your face.
  • Jaehyun: Liked by everybody for unknown reasons. Has a whole menu under his desk. The noise in the middle of the class? It's him eating.
  • WinWin: Picks all the morning classes, and is always 10 minutes early before everyone else. In the afternoon seen jogging with some questionable garb choice.
  • Mark: Never has a pencil with him and always late. Still doesn't know the timetable and comes with books for Friday classes on Wednesday.
  • Renjun: The teacher's favourite. Considered the artist of the class and is always signed up by others for artistic projects. Sleeps through them.
  • Jeno: Looks up to Taeyong and is a popular wannabe. Comes to class with sunglasses on and chains around his neck. Sent back home by the principal.
  • Haechan: The savage at the back of the classroom. Enjoys verbally sparring with the teacher. Always wrong but doesn't let it get to him.
  • Jaemin: Rephrases everything the teacher has just said and everybody thinks he's the smartest out there. Loves sitting next to Jaehyun for obvious reasons.
  • Chenle: The first one to exit the classroom when the class is over. You can hear him approaching the classroom by the loud screeching of his laughter.
  • Jisung: Comes to school in a limo. Just wants to take a nap and does it during the class. His parents need to have a talk with the teacher after that.
My pleasure

Pairing: Momo x Reader

Genre: smut

REQUEST: Momo + First time for anonie 

A/n: I decided to move my notes up here, just so I don´t forget to write them after I finish the scenario. There isn´t much of a storyline since I´m rushing so I also want apologize if this sucks, but I´m terrible at writing first time smut. Anyways, enjoy~

*gif not mine unless stated*

Originally posted by freshstatiic

“Wait.” You stopped Momo´s hand before she could move it any further. Sudden feeling of shyness overcame you as you realized what was about to happen. You were about to sleep with one of the most popular girls in school, somewhere along those lines forgetting to tell her you were a virgin. The mastery of Momo´s lips and touches was enough to almost, key word almost, forget it.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asked, pulling away from you. You covered yourself up, trying not to make eye contact. Momo looked at you worriedly, still trying to make you tell her what the problem was. You finally blurted the words out, your cheeks turning bright red. For a second Momo was in disbelief. You half expected her to laugh at you, no doubt being experienced beyond wonders. When she finally realized what you said, she shook her head with a smile.

“Is that it? I thought you felt sick or something.” She made you look at her and shot you a reassuring look. Something about the expression in her face made you feel at ease and you gave her a nod, allowing her to continue. Leaning in, she placed a gentle kiss on your lips, her arms snaking around your waist. While she preoccupied you with her kisses, her hands travelled higher and higher up you back, quickly unclasping your bra, making it fall. You tried to cover yourself up but Momo was having none of it, pulling your hads away from your chest.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of.” She whispered against your lips, her fingers travelling all the way from your wrists, across your stomach and into the valley of your breasts, making goosebumps appear on your soft skin. A gasp left your mouth when she ran the tips of her fingers across your nipples, your head leaning back. Moving from your lips, she kissed across your jawline and down your neck, occasionally sucking on the gentle skin, leaving light bruises. You were moaning softly, the sensation new to you since the furthest you´ve ever gone was a kiss. She took one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking over the hardened nub. You cried out when she unexpectedly bit it, moving to pay the same amount of attention to the other one.

With her mouth still placed over your breast, she let her hands slide down your sides, fingers hooking behind the waistband of your skirt. She pulled at it, letting it snap against your skin. You raised your hips, letting her pull it down and throw it god knows where. As she once again started placing butterfly kisses against your skin, all the way down towards your lower abdomen, you blushed deeply. Before she had the chance to touch your lower regions, even if it was through the fabric of your panties, you pushed your legs together tightly. Momo didn´t seem to be phased by the action, and started to rub your thighs reassuringly. 

Spreading your legs again, Momo stared into your eyes as she bit down on the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down with her teeth. Despite wanting to look away, you couldn´t. Your breathing fastened as her mouth got closer to your womanhood, her hot breath fanning over your glistening folds. You cried out at the moment Momo´s tongue came into contact with your lower lips, licking up a long stripe all the way to your clit. She repeated it a few times, each time swirling her tongue around your bundle of nerves, jolts of pleasure making your raise your hips. 

You soon felt Momo push a single digit inside of you, curling it upwards each time she went to pull it out. By now you were a moaning mess, your skin covered in thin layer of sweat. Your cheeks were flushed and eyes closed as you desperatly pulled on the bed sheets. Unknown feeling started growing inside of you the more Momo worked on you, your voice louder with each moan. Finally, a wave of incredible pleasure washed over you, your walls thightening around her finger, her tongue licking up all your juices. 

After you calmed down you finally opened your eyes, meeting Momo´s gaze.

“There, it wasn´t that bad, or was it?” Momo chuckled as she noticed you blush for the third time that day. Your arms were shaking as you tried to sit up which didn’t go unnoticed by Momo. She pulled you to herself, both of you quiet. When you were about to pull away, Momo prevented it and whispered in your ear.

“You know, I feel proud for being your first? Maybe even last if you let me.“ This time it wasnt you who blushed. You smiled at the indirect conffession and placed a chaste kiss against her lips as an agreement. 

 “It would be my pleasure.”