then i saw he was a janitor

My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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A thieving roommate and a "haunted" Xbox.

Warning:Long, but totally worth it!

During freshman year of college I roomed with my cousin and our friend Dan. The three of us happened to be quite the marijuana enthusiasts and enjoyed smoking…a lot. As great a luxury cannabis is, it wasn’t cheap, especially to three college kids. So naturally, when we wanted to smoke together we’d all chip in an equal sized nug so no one ended up getting short-changed and to obviously save a little cash here and there. As time went on, Dan began to run out of money due to his constant smoking. No money=no weed. So what went from rolling a spliffs everyday suddenly became smashing bowls and scraping resin off the shards of glass and mixing it with tobacco to get high. In our very small and cramped room, I had a mason jar filled with a baggie of my weed hidden in a spot that NO ONE (I thought) knew about. After class one day, I wanted to sit back and enjoy a smoke when I pulled my stash out of the hiding spot to find that the weed was missing. Instantly, I knew Dan did the dirty deed. My cousin wasn’t struggling too bad financially at the time so it couldn’t have been him. But before I pointed any fingers, I decided to wait it out and be 100% positive.

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Coquette

bts x fuckgirl!reader (ft. kim yugyeom) high school!au | warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

summary: High school was the moment where everyone’s hormones blew up out of control, and you definitely hadn’t gone unnoticed. Typically, you’d hear the stories about evil boys playing and using girls, but that wasn’t the case; at least not when it came to you. Some called you scandalous, but you knew what you wanted, and aiming for the kill was as simple as uttering the words “I love you” to a boy who had fallen in far too deep to realize where he went wrong.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

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During filming, Tom Hiddleston endeared himself to the cast and crew by serenading them at the piano between scenes. At wrap, each day, he graciously shook hands with everyone involved and thanked them for their work, from the janitor to his costars. His clear musical talent and unpretentious behaviour on set quelled any suspicions that the Englishman wasn’t right for the part.

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IMDB, about the filming of I Saw The Light.

Originally posted by maryxglz

When I Look At You

Word Count: 2024

A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction… type thing?? I’m not good with fiction terminology, if that’s even a thing haha oops. It’s based off ‘When I Look At You.’ By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I’d love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3

Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody,

For when the nights are long.

'Cause there’s no guarantee

That this life is easy.

    You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren’t exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth’ but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.

    “What’s wrong?” he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.

     "Nothing anymore.“ you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

    "Bullshit. Please tell me what’s up.” he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.

    “I’m stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don’t know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you’re here.” he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.

    “We can deal with everything else later, because I can’t allow that. But first, Let’s see what we’re working with…” he said, opening word. “How far would you be willing to go to find the truth..” You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. “Write about Jason Blossom and his death.” Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.

    “Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder.” you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn’t even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.

    “My inspiration.” You mumbled against his lips.

Yeah when my world is falling apart

When there’s no light to break up the dark

That’s when I look at you.

When the waves are flooding the shore

And I can’t find my way home anymore,

That’s when I look at you.

    “I can’t do this anymore Jughead!” you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.

    “ Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!” he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. “Listen, I want you to breathe.”

    “I can’t!” you cried, shaking your head.

    “Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try.” he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.

    “What’s the point Jughead! I can’t do this anymore, I have no reason to!” you sobbed.

    “Y/N you have me!” he yelled.

    “You could do so much better, you’ll find so much better and you’ll leave and I’ll be completely alone!” you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.

    “Juggie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry!” she sobbed. Jughead hadn’t even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.

    “I could never do better than you.” he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s you who could do so much better, I’m not good enough for you Y/N, I-”

    “Forsythe don’t even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “You do the same for me.” he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole.“

    "Juggie, I know now that my home isn’t a place, my home is you.” she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.

    “You’re my home too, Y/N.” he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.

When I look at you,

I see forgiveness,

I see the truth.

You love me for who I am.

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I’m not alone.

    “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.

    “You’re in my way.” he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.

    “Juggie can we please talk about this?” she asked.

    “Don’t call me that.” Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

    “Jughead please!” she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.

    “Okay! We can talk if you stop crying.” he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.

    “Jughead I’m sorry! I know that you feel like I’m lying because I have things to hide from you and that I’m distancing myself because you think I’m going to leave you but that’s not the case! Things at home are getting worse and… I was scared to tell you what was going on.” Jughead looked at her worryingly.

    “What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, stepping towards her.

    “They… they kicked me out Jughead.” she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. “I’m homeless and I’m alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don’t deserve a home and a family, I’m just a big problem!”

    “No you aren’t.” he whispered, rubbing her back. “And you aren’t alone, you’ll never be alone. Come stay with me.” He said.

    “What?” she asked, looking up at him.

    “Come live with me.” he said again, smiling down at her.

    “Where do you live?” she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.

    “Don’t tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In.” he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.

    “You wouldn’t want to live with me.” she said. “I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can’t hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-”  

    “I already know, and I think it’s adorable.” he said, cutting her off. “You’re perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don’t want you then I’ll sure as hell take you.”

    “Oh Jughead…” Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. “Are you sure?”

    “Absolutely.” Jughead said, grabbing her hand.

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me

All I need, every breath that I breathe

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

    “I swear Y/N, if you don’t give me back my beanie-”

    “What are you going to do?” Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.

    “I’m going to do….” Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. “This.” he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.

    “Sucks to be you.” she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn’t see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.

    “Where is it?” he asked.

    “That’s on a need to know basis, and I’m sorry, but you don’t need to know.” she said.

    “Actually, I think I do. That’s my beanie.” he playfully argued.

    “Actually, you don’t.” she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.

    “Y/N, please!” He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

    “Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?” Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.

    “I think you’ll be okay without it for one day.” she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.

    “I won’t be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually.” he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.

    “Um, no.” she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.

    “No what?” he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.

    “You never look like an idiot. You’re adorable.” Y/N said in a very serious tone.

    “Not exa-” Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. “What was that?” he asked.

    “What I’m not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” Y/N teased an he chuckled.

    “No, I mean-” again he was cut off with another kiss.  

    “You’re so handsome Jughead.” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she’d never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.

    “How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Jughead asked softly.

    “I could ask you the same thing.” she said, leaning down to kiss him again.

    “I love you, Y/N.”

    “And I love you, Forsythe.” she whispered.

A thieving roommate and a "haunted" Xbox

Warning:Long, but totally worth it!

During freshman year of college I roomed with my cousin and our friend Dan. The three of us happened to be quite the marijuana enthusiasts and enjoyed smoking…a lot. As great a luxury cannabis is, it wasn’t cheap, especially to three college kids. So naturally, when we wanted to smoke together we’d all chip in an equal sized nug so no one ended up getting short-changed and to obviously save a little cash here and there. As time went on, Dan began to run out of money due to his constant smoking. No money=no weed. So what went from rolling a spliffs everyday suddenly became smashing  bowls and scraping resin off the shards of glass and mixing it with tobacco to get high. In our very small and cramped room, I had a mason jar filled with a baggie of my weed hidden in a spot that NO ONE (I thought) knew about. After class one day, I wanted to sit back and enjoy a smoke when I pulled my stash out of the hiding spot to find that the weed was missing. Instantly, I knew Dan did the dirty deed. My cousin wasn’t struggling too bad financially at the time so it couldn’t have been him. But before I pointed any fingers, I decided to wait it out and be 100% positive.

When Dan came back after class, I noticed he was more nervous than usual and didn’t make eye contact with me when we were shooting the shit . Red flag 1. Per usual, he’d throw his jacket on the floor, like he did with any other piece of clothing, and started to make ramen noodles. While he was busy, I slowly lifted the jacket with my foot to reveal the top of a baggy with a few nugs poking out of the inside pocket. Red flag 2. I’m not a big fan of thieves, so I decided to get my revenge on Dan in a very petty way. Just to let you all know, Dan is a very gullible human being and tends to believe anything, even if it’s a little far fetched…

One day, my roommates and I planned on having a Netflix night with a bunch of our friends later on in the week. Me being me, saw this as an excellent opportunity to do something devilish, but “What devilish thing should I do?” At the time, there was an Iphone app called Xbox Smartglass that had just come out (I think). Basically, one would log in their Xbox Live account information, connect their phone to the Xbox, and control basic things like direction (think directional pad) and clicking the “A” or “B” buttons.

With this newfound information, I knew exactly what I was going to do, but had to bank on doing it right.

The Netflix night comes and all 10 of us are outside finishing up a spliff before we head back in. I, however, excused myself early to go to the “bathroom”. During this time, I quickly went inside my room, turned my Xbox on, connected my phone to Smartglass, and left it on my bed (it would disconnect if you were too far away). A few moments pass and we are all jam-packed into the room. Dan and I had bunk beds on the right side of the room. He had the top bunk and I had the bottom. My cousin, Gucci, had his own bed on the left side of the room. Everyone else was squeezed in the middle. What’s perfect about my position is that I could conceal my phone very well with no one being the wiser.

Dan had the controller and began sifting through possible movies to watch. I started off with clicking to the right, left, up, and down every so often making it appear that Dan was fucking around with the controller.

“Yo Rivy, I think your controller is busted.” said Dan.

I obviously told him it wasn’t and that he’s scrolling through everything too fast.

So I continued to fuck around more and more until I started moving everything faster and faster. Naturally people were like, “Dan! Stop being a dick!” He responded by letting go of the controller to show that it wasn’t him and everything was indeed moving on it’s own. Everyone was confused. This being the right moment, I stopped for a few seconds….then slowly shifted down to the “Horror” section, scrolled to the right until I saw the movie conveniently titled “Hell” and clicked on it.

Everyone screamed and hollered. Dan jumped out of his bunk, nearly crashing into everyone, and ripped the plug right out of the  Xbox. As he turned back, I could see the look of true fear in his eyes. Everyone was scared shitless and the commotion caught the attention of the RA. It was painfully hard trying not to laugh during this whole ordeal.

Our room was the talk for the entire week. Dan was going around telling everyone, “Yo man, our Xbox is fucking haunted/possessed…”

From friends, to classmates, RA’s and even the hall janitor, Dan told EVERYONE. He was so infatuated and scared, I decided to keep going with it. It got so crazy that Dan, and I swear to God I’m not lying, would talk directly to the Xbox as if it was a person. He’d ask it questions like “Who are you?” “Are you a kind spirit?” “Can you communicate through other forms of technology?”

This was absolute gold.

Before you know it, I started communicating with Dan by typing on the keyboard for Xbox live messaging. I got more daring and wrote words like:

“Dan”….”Death”….”Car”…”Demon”…”Hell”.

I also wrote places he would be that day, clothes he was wearing, people he knew, etc.

He was too busy freaking out that he never took a moment to logically think about the whole situation. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine pranking someone this bad….especially with an inanimate object. I do want to note that my cousin found out about my prank/revenge due to the fact that he saw “Smartglass Connected” pop up on the Xbox dashboard. I told him everything and he promised not interfere and encouraged me to continue on :).

One day after class, I walked into my room to find Dan sitting upright on his bunk staring into space. I asked him what’s up and he went on about how scared he was and how he believed someone was hacking the Xbox and sending him threatening messages. He also believed that whoever was doing it was also hacking the webcam too (lol). Dan went on and on and even considered calling the cops (yikes).  Realizing how out of hand this was getting, I stopped fucking with him for a little while.

Overall, I kept my vengeful prank a secret for a few months before I finally told him. He was livid at me and firmly believed someone….or something was out to get him. But he did admit to stealing my weed and soon paid me back. A word to the wise, never steal from someone, you never know what appliance will become possessed and haunt you ;)

TL;DR: College roommate stole weed from me. I got my revenge by making him believe our Xbox was haunted.

Locker room

Warning: Smut ahead! This half of the story isn’t too graphic, but definitely sexy. The next half will be much more intense. Link to part 2: http://canadianbughead.tumblr.com/post/159101753718/locker-room-part-2

Summary: Betty gets a naughty impulse when Jughead mentions a hot shower.

Jughead and Betty had been in the Blue and Gold office for hours typing away at their latest story. Resurrecting the little news paper had turned out to be a popular venture, and the two novice journalists found themselves putting more and more time into their project. This also meant spending more time with each other, alone.

Jughead sat up from his laptop, groaning slightly and stretching his neck. “And they say writing isn’t physically demanding. My neck and my back are killing me from sitting here this long,” He lightheartedly complained.  Betty walked up behind him, and began massaging his neck with her delicate hands. He tilted his head forward, giving her unrestricted access to his strained muscles. Low toned sighs and groans escaped him as Betty’s fingers pressed circles into his tight muscles, relieving some tension from his hard work.
“God you’re the best…” He said under his breath.

Her hands slid down his shoulders and chest where she clasped her hands together, hugging him from the back and planting gentle kisses below his ear. “Feel better now?” She whispered, her lips brushing against his skin with each word. His neck was relaxed but he felt tension building low in his belly. He breathed deeply, trying ignore the surge of hormones, but taking in her sweet vanilla scent he found no release; only more tension. ‘God how does she do that to me?’ His thoughts were enough to shake him back to reality.

“Much better, I think all I need now is a hot shower and a good night’s sleep” He turned his head and kissed her on the cheek. He stood from his chair, breaking their embrace. For Jughead it was bitter sweet, but he knew he needed to make space between him and the blonde haired vixen. She awoke a sexuality in him he wasn’t sure how to handle, and he didn’t want to take any risks of making Betty uncomfortable.

“Well, walk me home first?” She playfully said. “You know, since you’re going that way?” A giggle escaped her, and Jughead felt a grin spread across his face. How could she effortlessly make him feel so good?

“That’s depends,” He tilted his head to the left, mimicking her playfulness in his own sarcastic way. “Is my company worth waiting 15 minutes for?”
Betty lifted an eyebrow at his out of place question, still smiling, standing before him awaiting his explanation. He continued, “A pipe broke at Archie’s. We’ve been using the locker room until it gets fixed next week. Arch showers in the mornings with the football jocks and I in the evenings, football jock free”. They shared a quick laugh, Jughead forgetting for a moment why they were even talking. He swore her laugh could make him forget his own name.
“So will you wait up for me? I’ll be all clean and pretty when I’m done,”

Betty’s expression changed into one of slight surprise and contemplation. She sweetly replied “of course Juggie. Go on then” He parted with a quick kiss, and headed towards the locker room.

The boys locker room wasn’t such a bad place, despite the usual brow of testosterone fueled jocks that crowded the place during school hours. It had been recently renovated, and was now clean and modern. Not wanting to keep Betty waiting, Jughead quickly stripped his clothes off, and got into the large communal showers.

* * * * * * * * * *

‘A hot shower? God Juggie, why did you have to say it like that?’ Betty thought in frustration. She had deliberately been flirting with him, even trying to rile him up with her touches and kisses… but he mentions one everyday occurrence (of which he happens to be naked and dripping wet- not fair) and Betty’s knees nearly buckled. Then he drops the bomb that he’s showering there. At the school. Right now. He realized it was just him and her in the entire building, right? Not even janitors at this hour…

Betty’s mind was wandering shamelessly. She’d fantasized about the mysterious writer before, but never had she knowingly been so close to him while he was doing something so… so…

In her mind’s eye she saw him, water streaming down his body, soap suds across his chest and flat stomach, his eyes closed as he lathered his jet black hair. She felt a heat between her legs, and she whimpered at the sensation. 'Oh my god I want him’ she finally admitted to herself. Before she realized what she was doing, Betty found herself opening the door of the boys locker room, and walking in as if she’d done it a thousand times.

Then, suddenly she was frozen. Despite her initial bravado, she actually had never been in there before. Looking at the white and blue tiled room, it appeared nearly identical to the girls locker room, but laid out in reverse. In a lazy pile on the bench in front of her was Jughead’s clothes and backpack. She heard the water from the showers suddenly stop. 'Shit, he must just be finishing’ she thought. Her pulse raced, she knew he was going to turn the corner at any minute, and then what was her plan?

Down the hall from the entrance, Jughead stepped out of the showers, and wrapped a towel across his hips. He breathed a sigh, satisfied that his body and mind were clean, and headed for his belongings.

When he rounded the corner, Betty could not believe her eyes, no she could not Believe. Her. Fucking. Eyes. Jughead jumped back in utter shock at her presence. He was soaking wet, his hair was tousled mess and still dripping down his neck, his chest. He gripped his towel, and Betty’s eyes were drawn to a thick line of hair trailing from his belly downward.

“Jesus christ! Betty! What are you-” He swallowed, adjusting his towel to be sure he was as decent as possible. “What are you doing in here?” He finally spat out.

Betty paused for a moment. Then, suddenly finding confidence, she replied “Well, you told me to wait didn’t you?” He continued to stare at her, dumbfounded. She giggled, “I got impatient”.

Jughead laughed nervously. “Alright. Well I’m done, I just need to get dressed”. She stepped closer to him as he spoke. “Uhm.. it’ll just take a second Betty,” she was now standing right in front of him. Her hands were clasped in front of her hips, her eyes scanning his nearly naked body.
“Betty? Can I get dressed?” He squeeked.

“Hmm..” She slightly twisted her upper body from side to side, feigning a difficult choice. “I don’t think so” She said confidently.

“Well I’m not walking you home like this” He gestured to his toweled hips,  “just because you think I’m eye candy Bets,” his sarcastic wit attempted to break the tension. Betty smiled, but continued on, determined to get her way.

“I don’t want to go home yet anyway,” she said coyly, slowly running her hand up his chest causing Jughead to gasp. He grabbed her hand and held it still, his eyes full of confusion and excitement. 

“Okay Cooper. What’s going on here?” He asked, still hiding behind a playful manner. She responded with a kiss, hungry and wet. Jughead groaned at the intense feeling of her lips, her tongue brazenly searching for his. She pulled back, giving him her best sultry gaze. He was undeniably excited, but still he feared any reciprocation would be too far. He spoke again, voice shaking.

“Betty I don’t have any clothes on, it’ll just take two-” He was cut off by the blonde suddenly pulling off her sweater, and unclipping her bra.

Beautiful

Request: Can I get a peter parker x reader where the reader has different colored eyes and gets made fun of at school for it but he loves the readers eyes and asks her out on a date. Plz and thank you!

Warnings: Bullying.

Masterlist

Originally posted by juliechavira

“Where are you going? Freak.”

“M-my Locker.” You stuttered.

How was it people were able to make fun of you just for having two different eye colors? Flash could think of anything to make fun of you for.

Peter had missed that situation, although you were yet to meet him.
He had already seen you passing by a few times, and he was completely enamored. He had seen your eyes and thought they were the most gorgeous and unique thing ever.

“Give that back!” You reached for your backpack that flash was now waving in front of you.

He laughed and you scowled.

“Flash!” Liz came up to him.

Flash quickly handed you your backpack and turned around.
You slung it over your shoulder and walked away quickly. These first few weeks at Midtown high had not been easy.



“Hey freak.” That word; It was going to burn into your mind until you believed it.

“What do you want?” You asked. Hoping to be able to walk over to your lunch table and sit down, not bothered by a group of bullies.

“Eww. What is wrong with you?” One of the girls at the table asked.

“I-I-”

“Well, you obviously don’t belong here. That’s all I have to say.”

The group of people at the table began to laugh and fist bump each-other.
You walked hurriedly into the hallway, carrying your tray of lunch. You stopped when you saw a sign on the door, labeled: *Janitors Closet*

You sighed and pushed it open slowly. You sniffled as you sat down and took a bite of your sandwich.

Why were people so mean?

You heard a soft knock on the door.

“Go. Away.” You said, trying not to sound like you were crying.

“Y-Y/N?”

The door opened to a boy with messy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes; both of them.

“Who are you?” You put your lunch down.

“Oh, S-sorry, I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” He stuttered slightly.

“I just wanted to tell you, not to worry about Flash and his stupid friends. They’re just mean.”

You swallowed hard and nodded.

“And hey,” He added, “I think your eyes are beautiful.”

“Thanks,” You said softly.

You were waiting for him to get up and leave, when you realized he had brought his lunch with him. He sat down next to you and began to eat his own sandwich.
You sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before Peter looked up to face you; “Hey Y/N?”

“Yes?” You answered softly.

“I know we just met and everything… But, do you want to- to go to the dance with me?”

You smiled to yourself. You had thought you wouldn’t have any friends there.

“I’d love to.”


June/20/2017


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MRS. SOUTH SIDE SERPENT || R.M

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Posted: 15.07.17

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x reader!Jones

Request: Hey I love your imagines and I was wondering if I could get one? Where Reggie is dating a south side girl and she has to sneak around to go see him. Please when you get time. Thanks a bunch love

A/N: I know there are a lot of grammarmistakes, or mistakes in general, but i really wanted to post this! I also know that the title is kind of written or spelled wrong on the southside… hehe woops… And I couldn’t find a better title and I feel like the title has nothing really about the imagine… hehe :))  I hope you like it <3 If you want to request some ideas for an imagine, feel free to ask <3


I was dragged by Reggie into the Janitors closet. Reggie was still sweaty from his practice, but I couldn’t care less about his sweaty body. He started kissing me and I kissed him back. I was about to take off his letterman jacket but the door opened and someone cleared their throat. We separated quickly and saw the janitor looking a little confused and mad. We quickly ran out from the closet and laughed while we ran to the parking lot. Before we walked out we made sure no one would see us. Unfortunately, there were other people there. So I walked around the school to meet him at the back and pick me up. I quickly gave him a kiss on the lips and began to walk. When I met him in the car, we drove to Pop’s and sat in a booth which was hidden from other costumers. We started talking, laughing and somehow he showed his personal pick up line and trick. “look at me, Y/N! You are going to be amazed” he said as he picked up a spoon and licked it and placed it on his nose. “dork!” I laughed.

“We have to stop sneaking around, and this time I mean it!” I said continued kissing him. My back was against the wall of the Drive-in and we were making out at the back. He chuckled “this isn’t the first time you’ve told me” the handsome football player from Riverdale high said. I hit him softly on the chest and grimaced. “I hate you, Reggie Mantle” I told him “and I hate you too, Y/N Y/L/N!” he said back, he smashed his lip tightly against mine and his hands started roaming around my body. Before anything else could happen I heard someone walking and turning towards us. I quickly pushed Reggie back and slapped him right across his beautiful face “don’t ever come back!” I yelled at him angrily and pushed him towards the exit, but inside I felt sorry for hitting him. “Is there something wrong here, Y/N?” Joaquin asked and I shake my head and told him to not to bother. Joaquin shrugged and left. “You got to stop hitting me in the face, girl” Reggie said. “I know and I’m sorry.” I apologized. “I’ll see you soon? I have to go and I’m sorry again.” I told him and gave him one last kiss. Reggie waved goodbye and left.

“What was that about?” Joaquin suddenly said beside me. “Oh my god! Jesus! Joaquin! You scared me!” I said holding my hand to my chest. “Since when did you get scared?” he asked, “I don’t. get scared” I stuttered “So you going to answer? what was that about? With Riverdale’s player?” he asked again. I ignored his question and left him standing there before he could ask any more questions. I heard him yell “I’m just looking out for you, you know!”. I walked into my dad’s trailer and I saw him lying on the sofa passed out. I cleaned up his empty beer bottles and threw it in the trash. I wish mom and Jellybean was here. I got a text from Reggie; “Come over?” and I replied with an Ok. I saw my dad still sleeping and left. I closed the trailers door carefully. right before I left Joaquin caught me sneaking out. “where are you going?” he asked. “nowhere!” I told. “at this time of the night? I don’t believe you” he said. “you don’t have to believe, but you have to trust me! I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” I told him. I left Joaquin standing there. I texted Reggie; “Hey, meet me again at mine’s tomorrow night at 7? My dad is gone” it read. And he replied back with “OK, I’ll meet you there!”.

The next day we walked into a quiet trailer “I missed you” Reggie said while he gave me a long kiss. “I saw you yesterday!” I giggled and shut the door behind me and followed him to the living room. I sat down on the couch “what movie do you want to see?” I asked him “I don’t know. You pick!” he answered back putting the popcorn in the microwave “but I picked it last time and you didn’t even like the movie” I teased him. “Fine, the batman movie?” he said and I gasped lightly “you don’t even remember what the title is? The dark knight” I said in laughs. When the popcorn was ready he had already sat down and the movie was already playing. “it’s been a while since we’ve had a movie night. It’s nice” He says “I know; it’s been like a month or so.”

“Y/N?” Jughead walked into the trailer looking utterly confused seeing Reggie and I sitting on the couch watching a movie with his arm around my waist. “What is this south side serpent doing here?” Reggie said disgusted as he looked at Jughead. “Y/N? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in bed by now?” Jughead said while walking towards us. My heart started to raise in a panic. “Jughead, what a surprise!” I said with a surprised look on my face. I grabbed Jughead’s arm and dragged him into the kitchen. “Does dad know about this?” Jughead said and I shake my head. “you can’t tell dad. Please Jughead.” I told him. “He’s going to find out sooner or later, but why him? Reggie? Come on, you can do so much better! He’s a jerk and an asshole and he’s a player. Y/N! A player!” he said with anger rising. “I know that but he treats me well.” I said sadly with a hint of hope. “you both won’t last long. He will end up cheating on you!” he yelled angry. “how do you know that? How do you know he won’t cheat or break up with me?! I love him” I screamed back. “No, you don’t! I can’t deal with this now. I’m telling dad” he yelled angry again and he started walking out the door. “Come on Jughead. Why do you always have to make my life miserable?” I screamed at him after the door was slammed closed. I saw Reggie looking confused and scared. “Is Jughead your brother?” Reggie asked utterly confused and I nodded softly. “that means FP is your father?” he asked and I nodded again. A few minutes went by “I… ohm… I have to go” he said suddenly and hurried to fetch his things. I looked at him with a sad face. “what? Reggie? You’re leaving?” I said sadly. “I just… have to… leave. I’m sorry” Reggie said before walking out the door. “Are you happy now?” I turned towards Jughead and walked away.


QUESTION: What do you think will happen next on Mrs. Southside Serpent?

hc that bitty is still kind of afraid of the dark (moreso due to childhood trauma than irrational fears) which is why he always leaves his door open when he sleeps, to catch some of the light from the hallway. The more he starts sleeping at Jack’s, who has blackout curtains and likes the room pitch dark, the more he finds he can’t sleep at all. Jack notices but can’t put two and two together. After a few months, when Bitty is a little more brave and a lot more confident in their relationship, he brings a nightlight with him. Jack laughs a little when he sees it, kinda like “what is that??? haha”, but when he sees Bitty’s face he starts to sober up. Bitty tells him it’s his old nightlight, and he understands if Jack wants it off but he’s still afraid of the dark when he knows sounds so childish but he always just thinks of that dumb janitors closet and–

and then Jack’s on him, kissing him softly and holding his hands between his. They make a compromise to leave the curtains open, and looking over at his sleeping boyfriend washed in the pale glow of city lights, Bitty’s never felt more in love.

Jealousy: C.G

Warning: Cursing, sex jokes, sexual sayings, Carl Gallagher, fights, Carl Gallagher.


It was early in the morning, you were just about to head over to the Gallagher house to walk to school with your boyfriend Carl, you were getting ready when your mom walked in and said “Hunny, Carl is here.” You smiled “Alright send him here please mom.” She walked out and a couple seconds later Carl walked in “Hey baby.” You blushed “Hey Carl, you’re never up this early. What’s up?” He laughed “What’s wrong with seeing my girl bright and early?” You giggled “Everyone arguing again?” He sighed “Yep, about Ian, meds, Mickey coming out of jail soon.” You sighed “What’s new.” He pulled you close and kissed you, he seductively said “Mmm, wouldn’t you look better with those clothes off.” He lightly bit your neck, you sighed pushing him away “Now I’ve gotta hide another one from mom thanks Carl.” He smiled “Just to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” You laughed “Well everyone already knows that from us being caught doing stuff, kissing so do I need to go on?”

He laughed “Baby girl, gotta keep it running don’t want no one hitting on my girl.” He then lightly grabbed your ass, you smiled “Well lets go to school Gallagher.” You both walked out of your room, your mom yelled out “Fi and I don’t want another call today saying you two are fucking in the janitors closet again. Do it at home either one we don’t care. Just not at school.” You both laughed and walked out the door. The walk to school was kinda boring, you two arrived at school, late as per usual, you had art first while Carl had training with Sargent Trent, you kissed him goodbye and parted your ways. You arrived in art, this guy walked up to you it was Hayden Mitchells, he said “Oh wheres your lover boy, not like him to leave his mistress alone.” You growled “He’s out training. And probably gonna beat your ass later too. Now go away Mitchells.” He laughed “Oh please, you know you want me.”

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Stuck Here with You

Request: Your the first blog I’ve ever made a request too and I’m excited to see what you write 😊 Prompt’s 22, 46 and 47, Riverdale , jughead 😋✌🏻

22: “You had one job!”

46: “How did I get stuck here with you?”

47: “I swear, the world is against me.”

Requested by: @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers

A/N: Hello hun! Thank you so much for your request, sorry it took me so long. It’s been a busy past few weeks, but here ya go! I’m so glad you chose me as your first blog to request to!

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by stydiaislove

You mortal enemy. Jughead Jones. Everything you two did was clash and for some reason you two just couldn’t get along, though you didn’t know why. Jughead was actually quite kind, when he wanted to be, and you’d seen him around his friends (the few) and how he acted, and sometimes you wished he would act that way around you.

But ever since you met him, when you’d “by accident” sat in “his” booth at Pop’s a year ago, he’d done nothing but sass at you. And then, eventually you began to become to prideful to let his snarky comments go past you, and you began to insult him back.

It was jokingly of course, but every so often you could feel a sense of tension unexplainable come between the two of you and you’d fall silent. Just stare at each other until another would say something, and the arguing would come again.

So, because of this, despite every attempt at trying to find someone different, Jughead was left with you for help on his new article piece in The Blue and Gold school newspaper. See you were an excellent writer, even better than Jughead some would say, and Jughead just couldn’t get this piece out of his mind and on paper.

No one else could either, so he’d asked you and secretly delighted you’d tried to play off your excitement, and grumble about what you were gonna get out of this. He’d offered you a meal at Pop’s and you’d teasingly joked about you sitting in his booth, to which he scoffed.

So that’s how you found yourself, sitting in the old and dusty room that use to buzzle with people scrambling for articles to be put in the school’s news paper. Jughead sat in front of you, his eyes staring at you intensely as you tried to word together Jughead’s messy thoughts on a well written article.

It had been two hours and you’d only come up with two sentences, you were frustrated. Not only by your lack of ideas, but Jughead’s constant heated staring. 

“I can’t do this.” You said begrudgingly, handing the messy paper back to Jughead.

He sighed, frustrated. “You had one job!” He yelled, watching you gather your things. “You had one job and you can’t even do it? I thought you were an amazing writer.”

You glared, angry and hurt by his harsh words. “My job? It’s your damn article!” You snapped, slamming your bag on the ground to turn and stare at him in anger. He glared right back. It lasted a while until there was a smack and a wooshing sound, and suddenly everything seemed much quieter.

You looked around confused, until you saw the lights in the hallway of the school off and everything seemed eerily quiet. You looked at your watched and gaped at the time! It was already ten o’clock. What you thought had been two hours must have been much longer.

You felt your stomach twist. Your school had an automatic lock system, which meant the front doors wouldn’t open until the janitor came in in the morning. You turned to Jughead and saw the same fearful expression on his gaze. You slumped back down in your chair, your bag falling to the side as you moaned in frustration.

“Look’s like we’re stuck here.” You mumbled. Looking up only to see Jughead staring at you with that calculating gaze once again.

“I swear, the world is against me.” He finally mumbled, dropping his head to his hands. You scoffed. “How’d I get stuck here with you?”

You gasped, insulted. “What, you think I wanna be stuck here, with you either?”

He shook his head, ignoring you as he stared down at the blank page. “I could literally be doing anything better than this.”

Shocked, you finally let yourself ask the question that’s been bothering you since you met Jughead. “What did I do so bad that made you hate me?” You asked, your voice shaking as you stared ashamed at the ground. You missed the way Jughead’s head snapped up and he stared at you with wide eyes. “I mean, ever since we’ve met, you’ve done nothing but insult me or get mad at me. I know I’m not innocent, I ju-” You were cut off by lips hitting yours. Your eyes widened and you leaned back, making Jughead lean even more over the table as you tried to rationalize why this was happening.

When he pulled back you gasped an intake of breath, cheeks flamed and eyes wide. You looked up at Jughead who only shook his head, “I don’t hate you.”

“Th-Then why?” You whispered.

“I-I… really like you. I did the moment we met when you actually spoke to me with caring eyes, but i’m not good with feelings. And I’d rather push them away than admit them.”

Your mouth opened to say something but instead all you did was suddenly smile. Jughead stared at you in shock, and with a grin you reached for a blank piece of paper. “It’s a date!”


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The Affair - Chapter 4

Summary: The reader has dinner at Negan’s like originally planned. 

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Swearing & Smut.

Notes: Things start warming up a bit. Sorry for the lack of updates on stories, I’ve been super busy with things! 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10224827/chapters/23635404

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A "Shitty" Exam

When I was a junior in high school, something very embarrassing happened to me and I’ll never forget it. I just finished taking my exam for algebra II and I had to use the restroom, so I ask my teacher and he said yes. I walk into the restroom and the smell of shit hits me like a ton of bricks. I was disgusted, but I had to do my business. I enter one of the stalls and what I saw was horrifying- SHIT smeared all over the wall. Sorry for being gruesome, but it was EVERYWHERE. I was so shocked that I screamed. Shortly after, a girl from my class comes into the bathroom and asks if I was okay. The restroom was right across the hall from my class, so everyone heard me scream. I nodded and we walked back to the classroom.

But it didn’t end there. My teacher asked why I screamed. My face reddened as I looked at my classmates, who were all staring at me. I said “I saw something bad and the janitor needs to be called.” He gave me a confused look and asked “What did you see?” At this point my face felt like it was on fire and my hands were sweating. I said “Someone…. smeared their feces on the wall.” And then I sat at my seat. I don’t know why I was so nervous; I didn’t do it! I think it was the fact that I had to say that in front of the class.

You’re so sweet you give me cavities


Summary: Tom Holland soulamte Au

Warnings: None

Word count: 1k

Notes: For the weekend and half of next week I’m going to be completly busy, so the masterlist wont be updated until Probably Wednesday.


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Soulmate. That one word alone would bring a cold shiver down my back, while my friends talked non stop about theirs, I didn’t believe in them. The thought of having one person who you were destined to fall in love with, sounded unbelievable to me. Everyone had a symbol, drawing, location, or phrase on their body and their soulmate had the same one.

I looked up at the large section of books, admiring each one and picking which one I’d read next. After I picked a book that caught my eye I sat at one of the tables in the center of the library. “Place closes in 10!” I heard the Janitor say, sighing as I closed the books, heading back to where I found it in the first place. As I walked through the aisles looking for where I found the put I saw someone else looking through the same shelf I had gotten the book.

“You know the library closes in now.. 5 minutes?” He looked startled at my voice, making it clear he hadn’t expected anyone. “Yeah, I was just looking for a book on something.” Since it was almost closing time and he seemed to be in a rush I decided to help him.

“Well what are you looking for stranger?” I walked next him, slipping my book back into one of the empty slots between some of the books. I watched the stranger as he looked down nervously. He looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere but it was stuck on the tip of my tongue. “A book on soulmates.”

I nodded, soulmate stuff was something I avoided. I never believed there was that one perfect person out in the world that was perfect or you, it seemed almost impossible. That why when my friends asked me about my soulmate tattoo I changed the subject, wanting to hide the fact that I had a spider imprinted on my wrist.

“If you don’t mind me asking why about soulmates?” I looked through the bookshelf and took out a book labeled ‘Our other Half’ and rolled my yes, passing the book to him.

He shrugged and looked the the book shelves in front of us. “Just wondering why I haven’t met my soulmate yet, all my friends have met theirs and it sucks.” We stood there in silence until the lights went out and we heard the door shut. I looked at him in panic as he turned to me.

“Did we just get locked in a library?” I whispered excitedly. He looked at me strangely and grabbed his phone, turning on his flashlight. “Yes, where it’s only us two and possibly a little demon hiding in one of the shelves.” I rolled my eyes and placed my hand on one of the book shelves.

“Follow me.” I lead him towards the light switch and flicked it on, lighting up the library. We walked around the library talking about random subjects when we had realized that the doors were locked and we couldn’t get out.

I walked aimlessly around one of the isles when I heard crunching and turned my head quickly. I hadn’t eaten and didn’t really plan on getting locked in a library.

Ran over to where the sound was coming from and stared at the stranger who was eating skittles and a granola bar , while sitting on one the the tables. When he realized I had been staring he smiled and raised his hand with some of the skittles in it as an offer.

I joined him taking some of the skittles and ate them one by one, eating my favorite color first. “You know we’ve been in here for 2 hours and I never got your name.” He looked at me questionably then realized that we hand’ actually shared any information about ourselves. “I’m Y/N L/N, pleasure to meet you stranger.” I put out my hand without the skittles and he shook it, tell me his name in response.

“Well Y/N, My name is Tom Holland.” I stared at him recognizing how he looked familiar. “I would slap you if you hadn’t given me skittles.” I felt pain shoot through my arm as I heard him laugh and looked at my Soulmate tattoo. I lifted my sleeves up and stared at the now golden tattoo then looked at Tom, then back at the tattoo.

“Did you feel that too or did you put something in these skittles?” There was no way I met my soulmate in a library at night, what a lame way to meet. I traced the outline of my spider tattoo staring at the now gold design.

“S-so does that mean we’re….?” I looked up at Tom and finished his sentence, wondering the same thing. “I guess so?”

“What now?” I stepped closer to him and let him take the next step, if he was wanted to. He took another step and leaned about to kiss me when I grabbed his skittle pack and devoured it instead. When he realized what I had done he laughed and stole one the last one from my hand as I was about to eat it.

He ran around laughing as I chased him, until he tripped over one of the legs of a table and as fell he grabbed my hand pulling me down with him.

I fell on him, both of us laughing, when we suddenly both stopped and stared into each other’s eyes. I leaned closer to the ground, closing my eyes ready to kiss him when he ruined the moment.

“Since you like skittles so much, wanna taste my rainbow.” Tom blurted out, he then groaned and covered his face. “I was nervous.” I started breaking down laughing at his pick up line and winked at him.

“Your so sweet you give me cavities.”

Omorashi story

When I was 17 I had a boyfriend named Ian. Ian was very attractive, about 6'3. He had long dark hair that fell over his eyes which were bright green. He was slim, but toned.
He usually held himself together quite well, regardless of the situation. That is until the day in question. Our class had gone on a field trip, about an hour away from school. He was almost late for the bus that was taking us, I could tell he had been running when he say down with me on the bus.
“Where were you?” I asked.
He shifted in his seat, adjusting his skinny jeans.
“I was on my way to the bathroom when I realized I was late.”
He moved around a bit, trying to get comfortable.
“You gonna be okay?” I asked resting a hand on his knee that he was bouncing gently. He smiled.
“ Yeah babe. I’m good. Not like I’m gonna wet myself or anything.” he laughed. But I could tell he wasn’t so sure.
We reached the foreign town that we were visiting for our language class. As soon as we were stopped, Ian jumped up. He quickly went still though and jammed a hand between his thighs. I heard a soft moan escape his parted lips. I grabbed his elbow and led him from the bus. He immediately headed towards the bathrooms but our instructor stopped him.
“Stay with the group please Ian.”
I could see his eyes widen with distress.
“ Please, I just need to use the bathroom. It’s an emergency. I’ll be quick I promise!” he pleaded.
“We’re late. You’ll have to wait until lunch. You’re not a little kid anymore, you can hold it.”
Defeated, he carefully walked back to me.
Not too much later I noticed him fidgeting a lot. The trip was all on foot since it was a small area we were visiting and it was obvious that walking was becoming agonizing for him. Frequently he stopped and hunched over, holding himself. His face was bright red and he was sweating as he struggled to hold back the flood in his bladder.
He took off his belt after a while and asked me to put it in my bag.
“ Too much pressure.” He whimpered for only me to hear.
I grabbed his hand and tried to soothe him.
“ You’re doing so good baby. Not much longer now.”
We stopped in front of the restaurant we were meeting at for lunch and waited for the other group. Ian practically begged to go inside, but the teacher insisted that he wait. Unfortunately for Ian’s poor bladder, the other group was late and he was forced to wait through lunch. We had a reservation to make and the teacher said it would be rude to leave the table.
He sat completely silent at the table, one hand firmly on my knee, the other grasping at his crotch. His whole body was trembling with the effort he was making. He looked at me with tears in his beautiful green eyes, almost begging me for help.
As we got ready to leave, he walked over to the bathrooms only to find them occupied. Since we were already running late, there was no way out instructor was letting him wait until they were free. He would just have to wait until we were home which would be another hour.
He and I walked to the busses and I helped him up the steps. He was clearly at his limit, and I was shocked he could move his legs so far apart without losing it right there.
We took our seat near the back and settled in. He was breathing hard and rocking, changing positions every few moments. I wrapped an arm around him and tried to comfort him.
“It’s alright sweetheart.” I whispered, rubbing his back. He got closer to me and whispered,
“I can’t hold it much longer. Oh God it hurts so much.. I really can’t wait anymore, I’m gonna piss myself.” He began crying and bouncing hopelessly, grabbing at his crotch like a toddler.
He shoved his hand down his pants to get a better grip.
“Help me” he pleaded. I had read somewhere that a man can’t pee and cum at the same time, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I threw my coat over our laps and moved closer to him, then carefully replaced his hand with mine. I could feel wetness where he must have leaked.
I started touching him, making him hard. I got him as close to climax as I could and kept him there. He whimpered and cried into my shoulder the whole time, begging for release. He was able to hold on that way until we got back to the school.
I stood and helped him up. He could hardly walk. His thighs were pressed together so hard his body shook as I led him through the building. Suddenly he froze and a strangled yelp came from his lips. He shoved his hands between his thighs.
“Nononono not right here! Ooohh God.” He buckled forward. I looked down to see a small wet patch forming and I immediately grabbed him, pulling him to and empty hall to prevent any further embarrassment for my poor Ian. He was crying by now and babbling to himself,
“It’s coming out, oh my God I can’t wait anymore. I can’t hold it. I’m sorry”.
I hugged him tight.
“Just let go love. It’s okay now, no one would blame you.”
He gave me a horrified look.
“I can’t!” he squeezed his knees together.
“Can you move?” he shook his head violently as another stream soaked through his jeans.
He sobbed quietly as I held him.
I pulled his hands away and massaged his swollen bladder. He squirmed and danced as he fought the urge to pee. But he quickly lost the battle and a long spurt escaped soaking his thighs and legs making a huge puddle as he finally let go. He moaned loudly as he went, finally able to relieve his aching bladder.
Once he finished he stared at the puddle with tears in his eyes.
“What am I gonna do?”
I went to our shared locker and got his gym shorts for him. He went and cleaned up and I got the janitor. Ian was very embarrassed but luckily no one saw him wet his pants. No one except me, and though I’d never mention it to him, it was something I’ll never forget.

Plus, she’s amazing !

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plus!sized reader x Luke Alvez

Title : Plus, she’s amazing !

Pairing : Luke Alvez x reader

POV : Reader’s

Word count : 2718 (I have been deprived of feelings okay don’t judge me)

 A/n - I literally went wild with this and tried to write a more positive story because most plus!sized reader fics are kind of depressing. I still touch upon insecurities, but it’s far more light hearted. This will also be a multi chapter fic if you guys want :)

Thank’s to @madamredwrites for the title, you are amazing <3 and @lostdreamsanddeadroses for beta reading this piece of fan trash :)

Also thanks to @happilygubler, @sassygeek77 and @zugzwangxo who encouraged me to write Luke Alvez fics. WE NEED MORE!!!

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This had to go well. Andi left the unit under you, you had to do this right. You were familiar with the BAU. Garcia and you were good friends but you hadn’t met the team at all and it was frustrating. “You’ve got this Y/N, the force is one with you.” you mumbled, playing with your necklace. The elevator doors dinged open and you stepped out, heading straight for the doors where a group of people stood crowded around a few desks in the bullpen. You recognized the lanky tall one to be Spencer from Penelope’s polaroid wall. He looked quite different with the 4th doctor get up. You also recognized Prentiss, the new unit chief, who seemed to be in the middle of a briefing.

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BTS: Hyung Line | Reaction | Seeing You For The First Time

Kim Seokjin

  Jin had seen you at a supermarket. The boys needed more food, so they all went to buy groceries against their will. Jin was still tired from the day’s practice and was about to take a drink of water from his bottle. That was until he saw you.

  The other members had to back away from Jin before water splashed on them. This boy was so flustered and mezmerized by you, that he didn’t even notice he had spilled everywhere. You had looked his way after feeling someone staring at you and let out a small laugh. He snapped back into reality and blushed bright red. He apologized to the janitor multiple times.

“Ah, sorry! I was distracted by this really good looking person! I mean, not as good looking as me, but they were still good looking!”


Min Yoongi

  Yoongi had seen you at a party neither of you wanted to be at. You were there because you were best friends with the host and Yoongi was there because the boys dragged him there. You both were left to fend for yourselves at the social event. You had gone to the empty guest bedroom and fell asleep in there. Yoongi, also in desperate need of sleep, had stumbled into the room and just passed out on the bed.

  Neither of you realized of each other’s existence until you both woke up cuddling. You both scooted as far away from each other as you could. You smiled awkwardly at him as he studied your form. A faint smile appeared on his face.

“I’m Min Yoongi, you?”


Jung Hoseok

   Hoseok had seen you at a seafood resturant. He had gone out with the boys to go eat after V complained about being hungry for an hour. He was sitting at the right edge of the half-circle booth. The Maknae Line were playing around and had the back of Hoseok’s head hit the someone’s head in the booth next to theirs. 

   The ray of sunshine had turned to the person and apologized, while Jin scolded the Maknae Line. The person turned to Hoseok, smiling. “It’s fine,” they said before going back to eating. Hoseok’s eyes were widened and mouth was hanging open at the sight of the stranger. He sat properly in his seat again, his elbow on the table and leaned against his palm. A small smile was on his face when the waiter came.

“Wow.”


Kim Namjoon

   Namjoon had seen you around only a few times. For being his stylist, you were quite shy around him. But when he first actually meets you, he can’t help but be so enthralled by you. 

He couldn’t stop smiling and kept you in his line of sight as you darted around with pieces of clothing and swatches of coloured fabric.

“You’re the cutest stylist I’ve ever met.”

anonymous asked:

First of all I love your imagines they are wonderful. Second could you do a number 1 for Jay (from Descendants ) and a number 17 for Carlos ( also from Descendants) ?

1. “Come over here and make me.”

“No. Left foot. Left foot! Jay! I told you!”
“I know. But you’re pretty cute when you’re angry.” He went to touch your face but you slapped his hand away in annoyance. He gave a look of mock hurt as your nostrils flared.
“You seemed to be the one leading. I thought the man was the one who lead.”
“Well, you can lead when you can actually dance.” You remarked, going to put the record back to the beginning.

“Now get over here and grab my waist.” You told him.
“Come over here and make me.” He challenged with a smirk.

“You know what?” You threw your hands up and began to stride out the room.
“I’m done. I’m so done. If you’re not even going to try then-” all of a sudden, your arm was yanked back by a grabbed on your wrist, Jay pulling you into his chest and twirling you, leading you around the dance floor before dipping you before the music finished.
“What was that you said about me not even trying?”

17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“Help!” You called up through the basement.
“Help!” You voice was raw and hurting.
“It’s no use. We’re stuck down here.” He told you as you jumped down from the box, leaving the air vent to flow without your echoes.

You sat down, slumped against a wall and rested your head back, closing you eyes as you fists clenched.
“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” he turned around and saw your sat, your quickened breaths and quaking arms.

“Y/N?” He quickly slid over to you, asking you urgently.
“How long do think a while is?” You asked with a trembling voice. Your eyes were tightly shut, as if even a crowbar couldn’t pry them open.
“Why? What’s wrong? What’s the matter?” Your eyes opened and he saw they were scared and full of tears as you quietly said:
“I don’t like small spaces. They seemed to get tighter and tighter and then I find it hard to breath.”

As if it was a Godsend, you heard the familiar barks outside the basement doors. You let out a shaky breath as Carlos cautiously left you and ran to the door.
“Dude. Good boy. I need you to go get the janitor. As quickly as possible.”

Faint - Jihoon Au

- Admin Xion <3

Originally posted by kimjaehvvan

genre: angst & fluff but mainly fluff
member: park jihoon
word count: 1067
requested: yes
side notes: n/a


requested by: anon

hiiii! Thank you so much for writing our request and i really love reading it ^^ can i request for a jihoon scenario whereby two of us are rlly close friends and he take cares of me alot because my parents arent around much and also because i have depression? Like low self esteem and stuff. Thank youuuu~~


- hi i love angst
- and writing angst
- but i feel like this turned out to be more of a fluff so im sorry-
- so here ya go bb
- around 6am in the morning, the doorbell rang nOT
ONCE BUT MULTIPLE times
- groggily, and still ¾ asleep, you stumbled down the stairs and opened the door as the usual face is there
- jihoon
- he’s been your childhood friend and he’s older than you too
- lazily, you walked over to the couch by in the living room as you fell asleep there
- jihoon, knowing the drill, closes the door and locks it as he throws a blanket over your body
- smol time skip
- you woke up to jihoon shaking you constantly, repeating the words
“wake up idiot,”
- you opened your eyes, still tired
- “go get dressed,” he says
- “5 more mins plea-”
- “nO,”
- “plEASE?”
- “n o,”
- “hMPh,” you whined like a child
- you closed your eyes back as you force your body to get off the couch. the blanket was still wrapped around you
- you were extremely thankful for jihoon
- he’s been there for you through the thick and thin
- and he’s a friend you never wanna forget
- you re-entered your room as you passed your desk
- a purple sheet of paper caught your eye
- you approached it, picking it up as you read ‘FIELD TRIP TO BUSAN CITY’
- you flip it to the back of the page as your eyes skimmed
- 'PARENT SIGNATURE’
- you rolled your eyes as you crumpled, torn and threw away the sheet of paper into your garbage bin
- “my parents wouldn’t give a crap about me or a stupid fucking field trio anyways,” you mumbled to yourself
- entering your washroom, you did the usual routine
- point out your flaws, brush your teeth and stare at how imperfect you are, rinse, brush your terrible straight hair and then left to change into your uniform
- walking downstairs jihoon gave you a slice of plain bread
- he knew you never were in the mood to eat
- but he still encouraged you to eat at least something rather than nothing
- you shook your head and refused
- “eat you idoit,”
- “no, im not hungry right now,”
- “eat,”
- “i’ll gain weight,”
- “does it look like i’ll give a fuck if you gain weight?!” he snapped to your surprise
- you didnt flinch nor jump
- your heart just began beating extremely quickly
- gritting your teeth, you accepted the single slice of bread as he scratched the back of his neck
- “sorry,” he mumbles
- “issokay,” you reply
- “also,”
- “stop pointing out your flaws. i heard what you said in the washroom to yourself and i personally think your waist looks beautiful,” he says slightly blushing
- your heart warmed a bit but it wasnt shaking as much anymore
- you felt a bit more at ease
- “thank you jihoon,” you said with a soft smile
- he walked you to school and to your locker as he basically just talked about trying to come up with a catch phrase in which made you laugh a lOT
- but he was glad he got to see you laugh
- because your laugh is beautiful
- time skip woosh
- gym period soon came
- a period you hate so much
- you guys had to run around the track
- and you saw this as an opportunity to lose weight
- jihoon was also in your gym class too
- but you focused too much on running quick and sweating a lot
- you ran
- and ran
- you heart was beating so quickly
- your breaths felt like sharp needles in your throat
- sweat dripped down from almost anywhere
- as you ran
- ran
- ran and ran
- and suddenly everything was becoming dizzy
- as you didnt remember what happened next
- you fainted
- time skip woosh
- you woke up in the nurse’s office
- all you recall was you running
- your legs were sore and your throat still felt like needles poking into one another
- jihoon was sitting beside you reading a book
- “oh you’re awake,” he says
- “what happened?”
- “you fainted,”
- “really?”
- “yeah,”
- “then who brought me here?”
- “the teacher,” he replies bluntly as you notice a small smile on his face but chose to ignore it
- you nodded your head as you stood up from the bed and dusting yourself off
- “where you going?” he asks, looking up from his book
- “somewhere i dunno,” you reply as you exit the nurse’s office
- you walked around as you saw the gym teacher in the cafeteria talking to the janitor. he seem to notice you too
- “hey y/n! do you feel better now?” he asks warmly
- “yeah, just a bit sore. thanks for bringing me to the nurse’s office,” you said
- “huh?” he replies
- you rose an eyebrow in confusion
- “i didnt. jihoon did. he even performed cpr on you,” he speaks
- “c-cpr?” you asked as you could feel your heart race and becoming flustered
- “as in-”
- “yes, his lips touched yours. ahh the most romantic way to kiss,” he says
- LOLOL THATS WEIRD TO SAY BUT MMK WE’RE GOING WITH IT
- you turn around as jihoon was standing there leaning against the wall cooly with a small smirk across his face as you could feel your cheeks burning
- “j-jIHOON” you yelled as he chuckled
- he walked off as you were left there, flustered
- you lightly slapped your cheek multiple times
- you shook your head as you roamed around the hallways for a bit more
- “jihoon took my first kiss…” you said inside your head
- time skip woosh
- you walked home as jihoon was already sitting on the couch, legs crossed and doing some homework
- you couldn’t help but instantly be flustered
- jihoon looked in your direction as he saw you
- you quickly tried to close the door to pull it off that you weren’t staring at him
- you closed the door as you fumbled your keys as suddenly the sharp keychain cut your skin as you winced
- “fUCk,” you yelled as you held your hand
- jihoon softly grinned as he stood up, placing his books to the side
- he approaches you as he reaches into his back pocket
- pulling out a band aid, he places it onto your finger as he holds your hand softly
- he noticed you staring at him as he grinned warmly
- and he kissed you one last time as he held your chin
- “a girl like you doesn’t deserve to have insecurities,” he says