they just make out in her house during the day

I wouldn’t be sure of that (Connor Murphy x reader smut!)

Hiii! I am back and with some good old smut! Thank you again for the response on my first post, it means so much to me!!! Also I got some amazing requests that I will start working on! Keep sending them in! Also there are some random parts about horses and cults, so just be warned hahaha.

Requested: nope
Words: 2,642
Warnings: smut!!! And some swearing. Also I forgot to write in protection :P, but if you don’t have protection no horizontal hula!


Sixth period was the definition of boring. The AP US History class was so dull that you had turned to contemplating how many horses it would take to make a horse cult. What was a horse cult? You had no idea, but you were dedicated to finding out during the hell which was called AP History. The only thing you had to look forward to was ‘Spa Day’, or ‘Spa Afternoon,’ with your friends. The monthly tradition was created after your friend Zoe had an unfortunate accident plucking her eyebrows. Let’s just say nobody looks good without eyebrows.
After that fateful day you, Zoe, and newfound friend Alana vowed that each month you would all spend time “treating yourselves.” This wonderful tradition switched between the three girl’s houses, and no matter where you were you always managed to laugh the night away, create weird face masks, and leave embarrassing texts to people you were too scared to talk to. This current month signaled that the sleepover would occur at the Murphy’s house, and although her parents were nice it meant running the risk of bumping into Connor. You didn’t have preconceived notions that other people had regarding Connor, but that was just problem. He fascinated you beyond anyone or anything, even more than horse cults. The lanky boy that kept his door closed at all times made you want to be brave, or at least brave enough to talk to him more in depth than you usually had.

You had known Zoe for around a year after changing high schools, and you had become instant friends. Alana had started helping you with your Spanish homework and soon enough all three of you would spend your lunches together filling out quizzes in teen magazines, and confiding in each other. Throughout your year long friendship, you had surprisingly spoken to Connor many times. When the school hallways became too overwhelming you would often wander into the school’s library and sit next to Connor. At first, he was hesitant to talk to you, fearing you were just another mean girl at school, but after some time it seemed as if he actually liked your presence, and that talking to you wasn’t that bad. This small friendship created between the two of you always seemed to sway on the line of flirtation, but no matter how many times you hinted to him that you liked him it always went right over his head. To say that it was frustrating would be the understatement of the year, and you couldn’t just bring it up with Zoe. Sure she was probably your best friend, but why bring anything up if all Connor saw you as was some friend.

“Connor’s going to have to drive us back home today,” Zoe said as you all stood by Alana’s locker while she put away a book.
“Wait, why?” you asked while fidgeting with the strap on your backpack.
“My mom’s with my aunt today so Connor drove me to school. Don’t worry though he promised me not to be 100% embarrassing,” she answered while reapplying her lip gloss. The three of you started walking towards the front doors of the school which seemed absurdly large.
“It doesn’t matter how we get there, besides I bet he wouldn’t mind if we started talking in the car, right Zoe?” piped in Alana.
“If that’s what you’re worried about y/n,” Zoe spoke as she slung her arm around you, “it won’t stop us from gossiping. Connor’s used to tuning me out so you can still spill all your secrets.” Alana and Zoe laughed, while your nervous laughter blended in. Together you walked to the school parking lot and looked for the familiar silver minivan that you were used to Zoe’s mom driving. Instead of Zoe’s mom you were used to, you saw Connor leaning against the minivan the family lovingly called “The Beast.” The three of you giggled at the unusual sight, but while Alana and Zoe might have been giggling about how funny it was, you were because of how good Connor looked. He wore his usual black shirt and jeans, but you could see bright yellow socks peeking out from under his jeans.
“Uhmm y/n?” Zoe asked laughing.
“Oh! Sorry I just kind of zoned for a minute,” Zoe looked at you with a slight smirk but didn’t say anything else as you all got in the car. You sat in the front seat, but only because you got motion sick and nobody wanted you to puke all over the car…again. As soon as Connor started the car Alana started talking a million miles a minute about somebody in here math class who she seemingly liked. You chimed in a few times, but mostly listened and tried to look at Connor without seeming like a stalker. The conversation then shifted to you, forcing you to be pulled back to reality.
“What about Shawn? He’s cute, and totally into you!” Alana said shaking her head.
“Shawn? I guess he’s cute, but I don’t like him like that at all,” you replied glancing over at Connor who was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had turned white, or at least whiter. His eyes were intense and he was staring at the road as if he had a personal vendetta against it.
“Will you all just shut the fuck up?!” Connor yelled. The car went silent as Alana and Zoe looked at each other in surprise. You on the other hand just stared at Connor.
“Are you okay?” you asked quietly. He didn’t respond and instead turned the music in the car up. You quickly glanced in the back seat where Zoe shrugged at you, while Alana tried not to laugh.
“Sorry,” she said between giggles, “I laugh in stressful situations.” And with that, the rest of the car ride was filled with Alana laughing on and off and some Bruce Springsteen.

After what felt like hours you arrived at the Murphy house. Zoe, Alana, and you all jumped out of the car and ran upstairs to Zoe’s room where you immediately started painting each other’s nails and failed at Pinterest hacks. Eventually, the sun went down and you all changed into pajamas. By 10’oclock Alana had crashed in her sleeping bag and was snoring what would be an obnoxious amount if you didn’t love her so much. Zoe on the other hand had a habit of saying she wouldn’t fall asleep early, but once again by 10:30 pm she was sound asleep on her bed. Although this might be annoying to others you didn’t really mind since they seemed like they needed sleep, and you never really fell asleep until much later in the night. Tonight seemed like one of those nights where falling asleep seemed impossible, so you decided to wash your face again, hoping that maybe the hot water on your face would make you sleepy. On the way to the bathroom, in what was a very dark hall, you started thinking about horse cults again , and if that could actually be a thing. Not even realizing where you were walking you opened the door at the end of the hallway, but the bathroom wasn’t there. Instead, you open the door to find a dimly lit room with Connor sitting at the end of his bed reading.
“What are you doing y/n?” Connor asked looking up at you with confusion written all over his face.
“This isn’t the bathroom,” you said trying to laugh it off, “I’m sorry about that. I guess the dark really turned me around.” You smiled at Connor before realizing you were awkwardly standing in his doorway in very short pajama shorts and a tank top with no bra on.
“I guess I’ll be leaving now. I don’t want to bother you or anyth-,”
“You can stay if you want, but I’m guessing that would annoy Zoe so…”
“She’s asleep,” you said quickly, “I mean her and Alana already fell asleep and I have trouble sleeping, so thanks.” You silently cursed at yourself for seeming so desperate, but Connor didn’t seem to mind so you made your way into his room. Connor scooted over on his bed to make space for you. As you sat down you took in what was happening. You were in Connor’s room. Connor. The boy who you’ve silently liked for months, and now you were sitting on his bed.
“So,” Connor said as he pulled his hair up into a bun, “you don’t like that Shawn guy?”
“What?  My gosh no. Why?” you asked aloud.
“I guess I was just wondering since he likes you apparently and Alana seems to think you two would be good together or some shit like that.” Now it was Connor’s turn to silently curse at himself.
“Well he’s okay, but I’m kind of into someone else, but that’s a little hopeless,” you answered trying not to look Connor in the eyes.
“Hopeless?” Connor said as he slowly scooted closer to you.
“He doesn’t like me like that,” you answered, actually looking at Connor this time. Your eyes flickered from his lips back to his eyes, and you were quickly aware that you were so close you could kiss him.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Connor answered. In a single swoop he moved his mouth to yours and the heat that radiated off of him connected you together. With your lips connected you felt as if the two of you turned into one. All the anxiety of not knowing if you felt the same way slipped away as the rush of your soft lips against his own hit him. The intensity of kissing each other was more than both of you had thought possible, and the way you felt against him was something so incredible that Connor thought no words in the English language could explain it. Maybe it was the passion of the kiss, or maybe it was how intoxicating Connor was, but you wanted more. No, you needed more. With the thrill of Connor’s lips on your own you started to slowly, almost painfully drag Connor’s shirt off. Connor wasn’t as patient as you were and quickly pulled his shirt off lacking any form of grace. You lightly laughed in response but were quickly brought back by the sight of Connor in front of you. He was all you had ever wanted and there he was, with lanky arms, milky white skin, small tufts of chest hair, and he was absolutely stunning.
“Can I take your shirt off?” Connor asked with a slight quiver in his voice. You nodded in response as his cold fingers brushed against your sides as he pulled your shirt over your head. Connor took a moment to admire you and every line on your body. You wrapped your arms back around Connor’s neck as he wrapped his around your waist, bringing his hands up to your breasts. His hands were cold, but soft and gentle. You pushed your body against his this time, wanted to be closer to him. A low groan tumbled out of his mouth as you moved to straddle him. Your hands tugged at the hair in his bun, and he bucked forward bringing moans from both of your mouths this time. You quickly pulled away and gently tugged at his pajama pants. In a fluid motion, he flipped you so you were on your back and his arms on either side of you, seemingly protecting you from the outside world.
“Are you sure you want to?” Connor asked before going back to your lips.
“100% sure,” you replied smiling up at him.
“I’ve never really you know…uhmm…I don’t have experience,” he said trying to look you in the eyes.
“I don’t care, and we don’t have to do anything,” you said as you pushed a loose strand of hair behind his ears.
“I fucking want to, I just wanted you to know,” and with that he brought his lips back to yours. It felt as if all the oxygen was brought back to your body. Suddenly it felt as if there were too many clothes on. You started pulling down his pajama pants and Connor helped as swiftly pull them off and kick them to the floor. With his length free he tugged on your pants. You desperately kicked them off and Connor laughed. Expecting Connor to bring his lips back to yours you closed your eyes. Instead, you felt him slowly kiss down your stomach. Your breath hitched as he got closer and closer to where you felt your heat radiating. With his eyes looking at you he made his way to your core. You gasped and felt yourself grab at the sheets.
“I t-t-thought you said you had n-no experience,” you breathed out.
“There’s a thing called the internet.”
“Thank you internet,” you laughed, “as much fun as this is, I want you…now.” With that permission he brought himself back to you, hovering as you stroked his shaft.
“I’d stop that now if I were you, if you ‘want me’,” he said with a shaky voice. You slightly laughed and brought your lips to his once more. The feeling of him on top of you made you feel safe and at home, nothing nerve racking about it, instead it felt right. Connor positioned himself and slowly entered you. Moans slipped from your mouth and you could feel Connor shudder. Even in the moment of so much intimacy you couldn’t help but look at Connor. His eyes squeezed shut, hair tumbling out of the bun, the bucking of his hips that made you believe that there is heaven on earth. With each movement of Connor’s hips against you more and more pleasure surrounded you, and the noises coming from Connor’s mouth were enough to bring you to the edge. With the final thrusts Connor gave, you felt as if your body were on a high, and you knew Connor’s was too with his climax.
“My gosh,” he panted, “I think now would be an okay time to say that I like you a lot, shit maybe even love you.”
You laughed at Connor’s words, while he dramatically flopped down on the bed next to you.
“I like you a lot too. Hell I know I love you,” you spoke as you moved your head onto Connor’s chest.
“Good because I was trying to seem cool. I know I love you too.” And with that Connor put his arms around your bare body.
“I’m happy we’re on the same page.” You sat up and Connor tried to grab you in his arms.
“I’m only putting my pajamas back on so we don’t scar Zoe,” you said trying to find your clothes in the dim light.
“Well, I found my shorts.”
“Just take my shirt and throw me my pants.” You made your way back to Connor’s bed, half dressed. You got back in his bed and he enveloped you in his arms.
“So I guess we’ll have to tell Zoe,” you said with a nervous tinge in your voice.
“I don’t think she’ll mind, she’ll just be happy to see you more.” With that you nuzzled your head on his bare chest.
“Can I ask you something Connor?”
“Anything, I mean you’ve seen me naked, so anything.”
“If horses had cults what do you think they would do?”
“What the fuck?”

anonymous asked:

Okay so let's pretend that the RFA were able to talk to their respective MC in a language besides Korean so they've been assuming for the longest time ever that MC can't speak Korean. One day, they come home and hear her singing a song creepily in Korean and once they find her she's just laughing her ass off. How would the RFA react? I'm sorry I just have a sudden urge to see someone write this if your requests aren't open feel free to disregard this~

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long omfg ;A; But I hope I got what you were talking about??? ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               -Since you didn’t start out speaking Korean in the chatroom, he just assumed you couldn’t

               -OOOOO A FOREIGNER, YOOSUNG IS HYPED

               -After the two of you got close, he came home early from his classes one day- not knowing you were in your shared home

               -He was in the middle of changing, shirt halfway over his head, when he noticed singing?

               -It was a standard Korean lullaby, but it was being sung quiet and very slowly

               -HE ACTUALLY GOT SO SCARED THAT HE GOT STUCK IN HIS SHIRT

               -Tried to run out of the house, thinking it was a ghost, but ran into the wall- resulting in him falling on his ass

               -You pull the shirt off his head, asking if he was alright

               -“MC WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE, THERE’S A GHOST!!!! A G H O S T!!!”

               -He’s up on his feet, trying to drag you out of the house yoosung what about your shirt

               -“A ghost? What do you mean? What makes you say that?”

               -“I just heard someone sing this lullaby all slow and creepy and we just, WE GOTTA GO”

               -Super confused when you bust out laughing

               -omg you weren’t laughing at the fact he had no shirt on, were you???

               -“That wasn’t a ghost, I was singing!”

               -One second, two seconds, three seconds…. ding! Light bulb!

               -“You learned a Korean lullaby? When did you do that?”

               -“Uh, years ago. When I learned Korean. Didn’t you know that?

               -when you fuckin’ WHAT

               -He is completely mindblown to find out you speak Korean??

               -Though now he’s really embarrassed about just assuming you didn’t know the language

               -Super happy to talk in either language, it makes him feel cool tbh

               -is completely pissed off when he finds out you sent a video of him running into the wall to saeyoung

*ZEN:

               -He always asks for an extra copy of his scripts in *insert mc native language here* so you can practice with him!!

               -You never understood why he did that, maybe he was just trying to be nice?

               -But he always did that with you? With everything?

               -Any DVD’s, CD’s, absolutely anything he brings home is in your native language

               -Does he think you’re more comfortable that way?

               -Obviously, you appreciate it but it’s kind of like…..

               -There’s no need to go so out of his way to do all of that for you!

               -One day, you were taking a shower and decided to sing one of the songs from his most recent play

               -You love Zen and love that he’s happy with his career but god daMN THAT SONG IS STUCK IN YOUR HEAD AND YOU ARE BEYOND DONE WITH IT

               -So you made fun of it by singing ridiculously, trying different voices, tones, anything you can think of

               -All of a sudden, the bathroom door is thrown open, slamming against the wall

               -“MC IS THAT YOU?? ARE YOU SINGING LIKE THAT?? HAVE MY WORDS TOUCHED YOU SO DEEPLY THAT YOU KNOW THEM BY HEART, DISPITE THEM BEING IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE?”

               -You just poke your head out of the shower to stare at him, watching as he starts to talk to himself about how beautiful his voice must for you to have learned it so quickly

               -“Do you know the meaning??? I can give you a word by word translation!! Do you want that? DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THAT?”

               -“No? I mean, yeah… You play it all the time… because you’re learning it but I know the words on my own, thanks sweetheart”

               -You??? Knew what the words meant??

               -He just kind of stares at you in disbelief before you roll your eyes and return to taking your shower

               -“Zen? Why are you still here? Go aw-” “YOU CAN SPEAK KOREAN”

               -You sigh and agree that yes, you can speak Korean, and you’ve been able to this whole time

               -He starts crying??? What in the world???

               -“I CANNOT BELIEVE I DIDN’T KNOW THIS ABOUT MY LOVE! I’M A TERRIBLE MAN, DON’T LOOK AT ME, MC!” not looking at you anyway, zen, tryna shower here

               -“Save the drama for your play later, sweetheart. It’s alright, I just never said anything about knowing another language”

               -Literally spent most of the rest of the day just pouting and feeling terrible that he never knew. You have to comfort him often because it was something neither of you ever really brought up way to go mc ya broke ya boyfriend

*JAEHEE:

               -After working for Jumin for so long, she’s unfortunately learned to assume if you look foreign, you might not speak other languages

               -So she’s already assumed you speak only your native language, so she automatically accommodates to your needs

               -Though you…. don’t need it??

               -You figured that she wanted to make things easier for you, which you appreciated, but you wanted to make things easy for her too!!

               -What’s funny is that you’ve talked to her late at night, after she’s been up for days, in Korean so that it’s easier for her mind to process what you ask

               -Did she pick up on it? Not at all. poor tired bby, someone help her

               -So despite the fact that you leave notes for her written in Korean, she just… hasn’t…. noticed?

               -Because she still talks to you in your native tongue

               -Seriously, you’ve tried everything to make it blatantly obvious that you could speak Korean

               -The easiest way to tell her that, ‘hey, i don’t need you to translate convos for me, i promise’ is to just straight up tell her

               -Except you didn’t get a chance to?

               -You were sweeping the house one day, belting out one of Zen’s songs from his latest musical

               -Getting into it, you dance with the broom, dipping it dramatically

               -During your dip though, you look up to find Jaehee standing in the doorway, at a loss for words

               -“Oh… so.. you really do speak Korean.. I wasn’t going crazy, then”

               -SHE LOOKED SO EMBARRASSED THAT YOU COULDN’T HELP BUT FEEL BAD

               -“I, um, I apologize for just assuming that you-”

               -You cut her off when you pulled her into a quick dance around the living room, singing the previous song all over again

               -With a swift motion, you dipped her like you did the broom

               -A quick peck to her lips sent her over the edge and she burst into giggles

               -“You’re a much better dance partner than the broom” you tell her in Korean, with a wiggle of your eyebrows

               -She pushes you away from her and laughs as she leaves the room, calling over her shoulder

               -“Maybe you should learn a few more songs there, MC”

*JUMIN:

               -Also guilty of just assuming you only spoke your native language

               -Also never bothered to ask

               -You don’t even bother to tell him though because you’re lowkey salty about it

               -Like??? He didn’t even ask???

               -You love him and all, but it’s been… how long? And he never even bothered to asK YOU IF YOU KNEW HIS LANGUAGE

               - damn mister trustfund kid

               -But it’s actually really funny because he talks to Elizabeth in Korean

               -So he thinks you don’t know how much he’s praising her, or baby-talking her

               -But you KNOW

               -And you’re left wondering why he doesn’t talk to you like that sometimes

               - god damn cat getting all the attention (kiDDING I LOVE U ELLY)

               -But let’s be honest, you love her just as much and do the same exact thing

               -In fact, you love to sing to her! And she loves it too!

               -She turns into a freaking motor box when you sing, she loves it soo much

               -So you sing to her every day, it makes her happy, makes you happy, everyone is happy

               -One day, you were singing to her, but Jumin actually came home early??

               -So he heard you singing too, and just sat down quietly next to you

               -Waited patiently until you finished the song before speaking

               -“So, you sing to Elizabeth?”

               -“Every day, sweetheart! You just happened to catch the show”

               -Immediately thought about asking Saeyoung to install some hidden microphone or something to capture you singing every day

               - that isnt creepy at all, dude

               -With a slight tilt of his head, he looked at you, eyes full of question

               -You had to fight the urge to kiss his cute little face, but it was worth it

               -“So, MC? You can speak Korean? Not just *insert native language here*?”

               -You nodded in agreement, looking down at Elly, petting her with a smile on your face

               -“I’ve known this whole time… *pulls Elly up to face* But SOMEBODY *kisses Elly’s nose* Never bothered asking. Did he? No, no he didn’t! He didn’t, did he Elizabeth??”

               -You shot him a side glare, watching as his face twisted into slight embarrassment and back to a playful one before getting up to leave the room

               -“It’s okay, MC. I’ll test out how well you can pronounce those Korean words later tonight.”

*SAEYOUNG:

               -He loVED your aCCENT

               -So he spoke to you in your native language just so he could hear it

               -Did he know you could speak Korean?

               -Yeah probably

               -DID HE CARE? I’m hearing “no”

               -Did he remember, a long time later, that you could speak Korean?

               -Again, I am going with no

               -He’s always thinking about god knows what all the damn time so it isn’t surprising that he forgot you spoke Korean all together

               -In fact, you were hoping he did forget you spoke Korean, or your new plan wouldn’t work out how you wanted it to

               -You see, you and Saeyoung like to prank each other like crazy, but his last one really irked you

               -(I mean come on??? Who in the world thinks it’s funny to sneak a permanent marker into your pants pocket when you do laundry??? That rUINS YOUR CLOTHES)

               -So, you decided that revenge was in order, and you wanted nothing more than to scare him to death

               -After a long set up with a creepy life-size doll trapped to an rc car, a couple of speakers hidden, and a ton of hidden cameras, you were ready for him to come home

               -When he got into the room and noticed the girl standing in the corner, he immediately noped the hell out and tried leaving

               -But you locked the door! There is no escaping sweet revenge!

               -You started to sing little kids nursery rhymes through a microphone, it coming through the hidden speakers broken and ominous

               -“noPE! NOPE NOPE NOPE. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU? I KNOW HOW TO FIGHT LITTLE GIRL, I’M NOT AFRAID TO KICK YOU IN THE FACE”

               -So you kept singing, stopping only to ask him to come play, in child-like voice

               -“NO I DON’T WANNA PLAY, JESUS CHRIST, SOMEONE LET ME OUT”

               -You decided to chase him around with the doll, using the wireless controller from the other room

               -You didn’t know he could scream in such a high pitch, I swear to god, dogs from around the world could hear it

               -He was getting out of that room, then and there. He broke down the door. Ran down the hallway and heard you laughing from another room

               -He didn’t even think about why you were laughing, he just jumped onto your lap, and latched onto you, hugging tight and burying his face against you

               -“MC! THERE’S A CREEPY DEMON CHILD IN THE OTHER ROOM IT’S CHASING ME, MC PLEASE PROTECT ME”

               -But you couldn’t even reply- you were laughing too hard. He looked around and saw your set up of monitors, wireless controller, and microphone

               -He looked up at you with a ton of mixed emotions

               -First of all he was still a little freaked out?? But he was also kinda pissed off that you scared the hell out of him! But he’s also in awe that you set all this up… and so in love with how hard you’re laughing…

               -HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO F E E L

               -Takes a second to think about the situation and suddenly remembers

               -“Wait… you can speak Korean… I TOTALLY FORGOT YOU COULD DO THAT? WHAT THE HELL MC, I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOME CREEPY LITTLE GIRL”

               -You give him an innocent smile, but based on the look he gave you once he stood up and walked away

               -He was probably going to use that fact against you for his revenge prank, and you weren’t positive you wanted to know what that was going to be

*V:

               -Off the bat, he asks which language you’re more comfortable speaking in

               -When you said your own native language, he understood, and tried his best to accommodate for you!

               -Ever since then he’s always making sure he can translate things for you, whether it be signs or casual conversation

               -You knew Korean but didn’t know if you were a strong enough speaker, which is why you initially told him you were comfortable with your first language

               -So, you secretly were testing out your language skills every time the two of you went out!

               -When he translated for you and you had gotten it right in your head, you were so excited!

               -But he didn’t know that ’s what you were doing??

               -He just always saw you light up and smile softly to yourself and it made him weAK

               -Was it because he was translating for you??

               -Didn’t know exactly, but was definitely going to keep doing whatever he was doing because that loOK

               -IT WAS SOOO PRECIOUS

               -But he felt bad that he couldn’t go shopping with you one day because he had some people he had to see

               -What if you couldn’t read the signs?? What if you couldn’t talk to the people?? WhAt If-

               -So he tried to make his meetings go as quickly as possible without being rude

               -And he ran to meet you at your favourite coffee shop, where he knew you’d stop first!

               -As he walked up behind you, getting ready to surprise you and order for you, he took a step back when he heard you ordering perfectly fine in Korean

               -You even made small talk with the barista! In perfect Korean!

               -When you turned around with your coffee, he stared at you in surprise, but he scared the shit out of you! You almost dropped your coffee!

               -“V! Hey! You scared me…. I thought you had to go meet a few people? Did something happen? Are you alright?”

               -You asked. In perfect Korean. Why did you doubt your language skills??

               -“I thought you only knew *your native language of choice*? So I haven’t needed to translate for you this whole time?”

               -You could see the disappointment in his eyes as you quickly shook your head (and hands) in embarrassment

               -“No no no no, you asked me in the beginning if I was more comfortable with my native language, which I am! I know Korean but I was afraid about getting something wrong, so I really appreciated all of your translations! They help me make sure I’m learning and getting it all right!”

               -Explaining it to him was definitely the smart move because you watched as he went from sad puppy to ecstatic pup knowing that he was able to help you learn new things and solidify what you already knew!

               -From then on, he always tries to let you figure it out first, then help you if you need it!

               -Was he embarrassed that he always translated when you didn’t need it? Yes

               -Did he get over it quickly? Also yes. He’s a precious tol bean. He is alright with this revelation.

*SAERAN:

               -Also knew from the start that you knew Korean

               -He talked to you from the beginning in Korean so he knew afterwards that you’d know

               -Not like you all of a sudden lost your knowledge on a full language….right?

               -That being said he just plain refuses to let you pretend like you can’t speak him language

               -Every time you try to talk to him in your native language he just kind of looks at you with absolutely no emotion

               -“Hi, MC, speak in a language I know please, thanks”

               -Like seriously

               -This man does not let you have any fun with it at all

               -You even tried to fake some sort of amnesia, too

               -To like, pretend you forgot how to speak Korean so he’d have to talk to you in your native language

               -Did it work? No

               -He just stared at you like you were stupid

               -He’s such a jERK

               -WHY CAN’T YOU JUST PLAY ALONG, SAERAN. JUST GIVE ME THIS ONE THING

               -You even try to mess with him in public

               -You ask him to order some food for you, asking him in your native language

               -The cashier is confused but Saeran just stares at you

               -He completely understands what you say, despite pretending that he doesn’t

               -Turns back to the cashier and tells them that you’re getting nothing

               -WAIT SAERAN PLEASE I WANT FOOD TOO

               -Until the day he slips up and responds to a question you ask him in your language

               -You celebrate, including a victory dance

               -He just curses at himself for messing up and letting you win

               -Though he does think it’s really cute that you’re this excited about winning

               -Maybe he should let you win more often thAT WONT HAPPEN

IMAGINE (1) - JASON DILAURENTIS

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Jason wanted you to know.

He wanted you to know how badly he wanted you to be in his arms every single time you meet him for coffee.

He wanted you to know how you’re the only person that’s keeping him in Rosewood.

Most importantly, he wanted you to know that he loves you.


It all started when you sympathized with him after Alison’s funeral was held. Sure, he initially thought it was a kind gesture from one of Alison’s close friends but as time gradually passed, he knew more about you and his feelings towards you started to grow deeper.


You were nothing like Alison. Heck, he could never understand why you hung out with her. You were genuine and sincere towards others while she was just, well, fake.


You would drop by his house every single day to make sure he was coping well with Alison’s death.

You would have long phone conversations with him to talk about how your day went and laugh at your futile attempts to excuse yourself from gym lessons.  


He would always offer to buy you coffee as an excuse to see you.

He would always tell you about Coach Fulton’s embarrassing moments during his time in High School to overcome your fear for gym lessons.


Then there was a problem. He wasn’t quite sure whether you felt the same way about him.

Whenever he chanced upon you chilling with your friends at the Grille, you wouldn’t even bother to look at him. Then your friends would laugh and look towards his direction. When he asked you about it at a later time, you would brush it off.

That was when he started to think that maybe the feelings weren’t mutual at all. What if all of this was just a big joke to entertain yourself? That was what Alison would always do.

As much as he wanted to tell you how much you meant to him, he couldn’t. He would rather this situation continue than find out that you and your friends were messing with him.


But he had no idea that dropping by his house every single day to make sure he was coping well with Alison’s death was an excuse for you to see him.

He also had no idea that your friends were laughing at him because they would always tease you about having beautiful babies with him. You couldn’t look at him because he would have seen your red, flushed face.

And he definitely had no idea that you feel the same way towards him, if not stronger.


All along, you were just waiting for him to confess because you weren’t quite sure of his feelings towards you too.

anonymous asked:

i feel like the way lena finds out that kara has like rock hard abs is they're chilling together during a movie or something and kara makes a stupid joke and lena playfully swats at her stomach.... and she's like "uh. do you have like. a rock under your shirt" and karas jus like "hm? no? that's me?" and lifts up her shirt and lena astral projects

lena luthor: lesbian mess shdkshdkshdks

okay but also, what if one day, still at the beginning of their relationship, they’re just chilling at lena’s house (they usually go there when they want to be alone with no interruptions bc the superfriends are Always showing up at kara’s unannounced)

imagine lena doing something very mundane but ridiculously attractive (example: breathing) like stretching her arms or something and kara spills hot coffee down her shirt

poor kara panicking and being embarrassed and ‘oh rao this was my favorite shirt’

lena being lena just forgets kara can’t exactly be hurt by this and just panics too and ‘oh my god are you okay?’ and she’s frantic and just sort of tugs kara’s shirt up so it won’t burn her or smth but then she notices kara’s abs and h o l y shit, cue her forgetting what she was even doing in the first place

Theodosia and Eliza as neighbors and Theodosia having a cat that always gets into Eliza’s yard and sometimes even her garage. 

And Eliza secretly loving it because it gives her an excuse to not only coax the cat over to her but also to go over to Theodosia’s has to bring the cat back/tell Theodosia where it is.

And Theodosia is always so embarrassed, thinking that Eliza must be annoyed, and she always invites Eliza in to make her something to eat to make up for it but pretty soon Theodosia is just letting her cat out more and more in the hopes it’ll result in Eliza stopping by.

It turns into a thing where Theodosia starts taking Eliza out whenever her cat escapes into Eliza’s yard/house to repay her for being so patient with the cat and always returning her. It doesn’t take long for Eliza and Theodosia to be going out together every weekend and a few days during the week.

Soon Theodosia is over Eliza’s house more than her cat is. 

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-meeting at a party, or in the caf, or at a coffee shop

-his frat brothers teasing him endlessly about you

-especially when he gets all head over heals for you

-like when he worries about asking you out because what if you say no?

-but they get him all pumped up and he asks you out and he says yes so they throw a party because you said yes to a date!

-you getting invited to this said party and they have to lie about the real reason for the party because that would be dorky (but Teddy lets it slip)

-Teddy would crash your dates so much!

-like you and Pete would be innocently watching a movie and Teddy would just sit between the two of you like ‘hey kids, we using protection?’

-or you’d be in Pete’s room and Teddy would open the door and peak in like ‘hey kids, we using protection?’ (also who is we?)

-meeting for dates outside the frat house and the whole frat will wake up to watch it because you and Pete are so cute

-and if you kiss outside the frat? they whistle like crazy

-the frat are like your brothers too. like if any of them see you in public they go into big brother mode, no one will hit on you while you have your army of frat boys protecting you

-date night where he tries to make you classic Italian Pasta and uses this horrible italian accent but probably ends in some super cute Lady in The Tramp type stuff

-he’d love giving your piggy back rides

-kissing like you’re the only two people in the world

-at parties its like he sees no other girls, there’s only you and him

-the brothers actually getting protective of you when Pete gets too touchy feely in public which is super weird?

-Teddy would be the type to invite you over to hang out with him

-or he would try to steal you while you’re on dates with Pete

-the guys would all love you so much they’d all want your attention 

-trying to convince the frat that they should be nicer to their neighbours

-the Radners actually letting you and Pete baby sit Stella?

-Pete would just get all heart eyes when he sees you with baby Stella. then he’s like damn, i want a baby with her and he gets all freaked out because this is Pete

-music festivals together

-cuddles in bed all day-you can talk to him about anything, hes so smart you can never be bored with him

-studying together

-studying during sex, like you’d have him reciting stuff and terms while you’re doin it

-the frat making fun of you two that one time you did it in the frat house, so you never do it in the frat house again

-the entire frat house probably helping Pete surprise you for your anniversary. letting Garfield and Scoonie take care of the cakes was not Pete’s best idea since they made a dick shaped cake. then repeatedly told Pete to eat it.

-romantic dancing in the christmas light lit backyard (the boys totally recording all of it)

-Teddy would actually get jealous because he wants that kind of relationship

-”cant i borrow your girlfriend?”

-”no Teddy, you can not borrow Y/N.”

-the frat making new drinks and naming them after you then forcing you to try them.

-”try it! i call it the Shining Goddess That Is Y/N!”

-”ew what’s in this Scoonie?!”

-”whiskey, vodka, coca cola and orange juice, but i blended some popcorn left over from the movie i went to last night and let it sit in the popcorn for an hour.”

-after that Pete protected you from Scoonie’s drink by distracting him in time for you to spit it out or just like dump it into a plant

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this sort of turned into what dating the frat would be like TBH :)

dreamingofeternity  asked:

fakiru, 9?

fakiru + things you said when i was crying

There are a thousand reasons to leave and only one to stay, but that one is the one he vowed to live his life with, so he’ll just have to suck up everything else and take it because she’s worth it all a thousand times over and more.

He’s dealt with a lot worse, anyway, Fakir reasons. And Ahiru is spending the rest of her life as a duck. He has no right to complain.

Still. That doesn’t make it easy.

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best friend!wonho

changkyun / jooheon / hyungwon / kihyun / minhyuk / shownu

  • that gym friend ,, ok not really
  • he’s not that obsessed & is more than just that
  • would prioritize you over exercising
  • you stealing his protein shakes
  • because they taste sO GOOD
  • him buying different kinds of protein shakes
  • because he knows you’ll take some
  • exercising together
  • and then end up playing and talking about random things
  • eating fast food after that 

“doesn’t this make our hard work useless?”
“boy, you need fats to get more muscles!! it’s bulking!!”

  • an actual soft bunny
  • both of you would cry together when watching dramas
  • totally unashamed of it!! y’all will just bawl together
  • it’s a really funny sight to watch 
  • changkyun has a video of this,, 
  • it’s one of his prized possessions
  • uses this to tease you two & call y’all losers
  • lots of kakao talk messages
  • he would update you so much about his life
  • would always send you pictures if he’s doing fun stuff w/o you

“would you just!! look at this view?? it’s so pretty”
“yOU BETRAYER how could you go without me”
“no worries there’s always photoshop”

  • 3am ramyeon meetings at the convenience store
  • even the night shift workers recognize you two
  • he’s so frickin obsessed with ramyeon ,,,,
  • it’s quite a problem because it’s unhealthy,, 
  • rAMYEON RESTRICTIONS
  • you came up with it but really health is important
  • and he needs to stop being in love with MSG
  • it’s really funny like y’all just try so hard to avoid ramyeon
  • clearing out all in each other’s houses or hiding it away,,,  to avoid temptation
  • once it’s out of sight it’s much easier though
  • eating together sO Y’ALL WON’T CHEAT ,, esp wonho
  • there’s this one time he cheated throughout the entire thing while you were suffering ,,,
  • like you really followed through but he gave up on the first day & didn’t tell you aT ALL
  • going to each other’s houses 
  • to make sure there’s proper food in the fridge
  • lengthy talk sessions afterwards 
  • and just doing nothing in general
  • visits to his mother’s cafe
  • especially during ramyeon restriction days 
  • because she makes good food
  • you two would just eat the food she makes
  • and make food with her so you two would just eat that
  • so extra food brought home would be home made
  • and healthy!!
  • also an extremely !! protective !! friend !!
  • it’s good in a way 
  • but he also chases people away ,,,,,,
  • people just leave you two alone because you guys are so close
  • like ,,, hais how are you going to date ???
  • but it’s not exactly a problem lmao he’s such an amazing friend
  • totally makes up for the people he chases away & more
  • but actually the same applies for you 
  • y’all are just protective of each other 
  • and it really means a lot 
  • really cutest friends & both of y’all are really funny

Happy Star Wars Day, Sunshine!

Maia x Izzy (Ao3)

Maia rushed around her living room trying to make sure everything was perfect for her surprise. The many snacks were spread out on the table separated into a number of R2-D2 design bowls and their drinks were in Star Wars planetary glassware, filled with X-wing starfighter and Death Star ice cubes of course. Maia ran to the bedroom to grab a few more pillows that she’d covered in Star Wars pillow cases, she wanted her baby to be comfortable during their marathon. 

Catching her reflection Maia stopped to admire her outfit, or lack thereof. She’d made sure to wear the vintage Star Wars logo shirt Isabelle had bought her for her birthday, it was tight in all the right spots, and stopped just below her belly button. It ended up being Izzy’s favorite shirt on her, even if Isabelle didn’t know much about Star Wars, she knew her girl looked good in that shirt, and told her so. 

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Stir Crazy

Anon: Please can you write a fanfic about an overprotective Castiel or Gabriel , they are protecting Dean and Sam’s little sister the universal prophet

Okay, this is heavily influenced by the facts that 1) I was watching Moana clips last night and 2) I live where it’s very cold and I don’t like cold that much. So, to the Nonnie who asked, I hope that this works for you! Like always, feel free to send me any suggestions, tagging requests, and whatnot.

Summary: Reader, the Winchester’s sister, is a prophetess who is still learning from the angels charged with protecting her: Castiel and Gabriel. She is going absolutely mad from cabin fever.

Warnings: Fluff (NOTE: I tried to make the relationship between the reader and Gabriel platonic, not romantic.)

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @the-third-winchester-warrior @jensen-jarpad @sister-winchester-imagines

An ancient television set in the corner of the room flickers to life as you mess around with the knobs. For the three-billionth time. You pace around the motel room, bored completely out of your mind. The research books that Cas had provided supplied nothing for your curious mind and you couldn’t catch any type of signal on the black and white tv. Your phone and anything electronic was currently off limits in case anyone tried to trace the signal back to you. Could you understand why the ‘house arrest’ was necessary? Yes. Could you deal with it? Not in a thousand apocalypses.

You sigh as you lie back down on a rickety bed and kick off your boots. The springs squeak gently as you lower yourself onto it. Cas promised that he wouldn’t be gone for long. Just enough to make sure that everything was okay with your brothers Sam and Dean. You look at your watch. Well, apparently over an hour qualified for the ‘long enough’ category. You pick up a mythology book and stare at the text. You the open book fall on your face.

“Why me?” you say exasperatedly. Course, with the pages on your face, it probably sounded like, “Fmrhmph mphhhh!”

You hear a flutter of wings; your adrenaline spikes. Under the musty pillow, your fingers curl around the knife you hid. You take the book off your face, almost welcoming a battle to happen. As soon as you see who has entered your room though, you disappointedly let the knife go.

“I have returned, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I can see that Cas. How’s life at the bunker?”

“Sam and Dean are fine. They are actually doing some work on a vampire case in Tennessee currently.”

You jump off the bed. “So what are we waiting for? Let’s go chop some heads and let blood fly!”

Cas looks at you with a mixture of concern and disgust. “Why would you get excited at the prospect of decapitation?”

“My bros need me. You know it’s not safe if they go take care of stuff on their own! C’mon Cas! Please let me go with them! Just this once?”

The angel shakes his head. “Allowing you to go on a dangerous hunt would be violating protocol.” You throw your hands up in the air and begin to pace the room. Again. Cas tries to console you. “If anything happen to you, your brothers would kill me. I have been charged with protecting you.”

“You’re not the only one who’s supposed to be watching our girl.” A sly voice pops into the conversation. You hide a small smile from Castiel as your buddy the archangel appears in the room. “Afterall, it’s not like she’s jonesing around doing all kinds of immoral stuff, right?” Gabriel winks at you.

“Shut up, Gabe,” you smirk.

He puts his hands to his heart sarcastically. “I am offended! Here I am, coming to bestow upon you a treasure for which I have searched far and wide to discover and you treat me like a simple peasant!”

“What treasure? Tell me!”

Gabriel makes a zipping motion across his lips. “Mmh-mm.”

“C’mon! Please!”

Cas sighs in the corner. “Theatrics…” he mutters disdainfully.

“Is that the way this is going to be? Fine then.” You grin as you get into medieval character. “My most humble apologies to the guardian of my honor, a knight of the highest chivalry, the protector of-”

“All right, all right. You’re milking it now.” He grins and tosses something to you.

“Finally! Something besides rabbit food!” You crack a real smile as you tear vigorously shred the wrapper off a Three Musketeers bar. “Cas over here doesn’t seem to understand the importance of chocolate in a daily diet,” you gesture to the sullen angel in the corner with your prize.

“I promised your brothers to keep you safe and in good health. There is nothing healthy at all about candy.”

Gabe raises an eyebrow teasingly. “What are you now, Doctor Dismal? Even the Aztecs knew the importance of chocolate during the day. Let the kid have some fun!”

“She’s more than a child, Gabriel.”

“Yeah, yeah, we all know. The Universal Prophetess Supreme!” He makes jazz hands on the last words. Gabriel turns to address you. “So, what’s all this about still being on house arrest?”

You shrug. “Dean and Sam are on hunt without me and I’m done with these books. Again. I guess I’m just…stir crazy.”

“All right then.” Gabriel turns to his angelic brother. “Cas, I’m taking her out for a one-on-one archangel/prophet training session at the library. I’ll keep in touch.”

You groan on the bed, but Castiel nods. “Very well. You have been here for some time. It would not hurt to take training to another location.”

“Great. More dusty scroll reading! Just what I need!” You gripe sarcastically. Gabe puts a hand on your shoulder before you can protest anything else. You blink as the archangel teleports you away. You expect the little library smells and sounds. Minor talking in the background, turning pages perfuming the air with that “old book” smell, pencils scratching on paper, and creaking of shelves being passed.

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Instead, you smell the beautiful combination of dead fish and salt spray. You hear gulls crying and gentle waves slapping against the side of a sandy shore. Your toes sink into petite grains of sand. Sunlight beams down on your face and heavy hunting clothing. The sky is radiantly blue against an even bluer ocean. Tinted sea foam rolls onto the ground next to your feet. You turn around in absolute amazement. While the view you first saw was all blue, behind you is various shades of green so bright and vivid, you pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“Gabriel?”

“Ahem.” Beside you a little ways sits your guardian angel, sipping on a soda can under a cabana umbrella. In a Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts. He smiles and points to the waves. “Aren’t you gonna jump in?”

“I-I-I’m not dressed…”

“Psh. That’s what you’re worried about?” He snaps his fingers. No longer in jeans and flannel, you’re in a cherry one piece swimsuit decorated with white dolphins and small hibiscus flower outlines. A simple turquoise wrap skirt is knotted around your waist. “How about now?”

The child inside you leaps for joy. You rush towards water, your bare feet slapping the damp sand. You rush into the salty waves and dive. You shake your wet hair out of your face when you come up. You laugh blissfully, splashing and swimming in the glorious tropical ocean.

“Best! Research! EVER!” You cannot contain your happiness.

Gabriel smiles at your laughter, allowing for some pride to swell in his heart for his young friend. After a while, he pulls out a beach towel from thin air that matches your wrap skirt. You haul your soaking wet self out of the water. You sit down by your friend.

“Does that satisfy your stir craziness, Miss Prophetess?”

You grin and roll your eyes at the teasing name he gave you. “Thanks Gabe. I needed this today, especially after that hideous weekend studying ancient writing forever.”

“Don’t mention it kid,” he states waving his hand dismissively. “You looked like you needed some sunshine.”

“So, where are we then?”

“Some island I found in the Bermuda Triangle. I call this place ‘Gabriel’s Ultimate Island of Food, Happiness, and Hakuna Matata’,” he pauses as you laugh. “But, I think you might enjoy it as somewhere to study. Become a prophetess.”

You stare surprised. “Really? You’re serious?”

Gabriel nods. “There’s a cabin up there on the other side of that bend. Cas and I would come here to help you instead of cooping you up in some ratty motel. Plus, it’s pretty much unapproachable by anything evil ever since I set up the warding line in the reef. And man has yet to invent something to get past this angel power shielding the island.” He raises an eyebrow playfully as you glance everywhere, taking every little detail in. “So. Whadda’ya say?”

“What about my brothers?”

“Dumb and Dumber? Sure, I mean, if you wanted, I could have them come check in. Don’t think their flannel culture would fit in, but, hey, that’s between them and the fish.” He points out a pod of dolphins leaping past in the distance. “Now, this ain’t all fun and games. You’d be working hard, reading texts, doing prophety…things. But would this be better?”

“Anything’s better than that motel in the middle of Iowa,” you readily reply. “I’m in. On one condition”

Gabriel shrugs. “Anything, kid.”

“I get to change the name.”

“Wow. I provide a whole island for you, complete with water slide from the room in your cabin to the ocean, and you want to change the name?”

You laugh. “Picky, aren’t I?”

“Fine, fine, you rascal. Island’s all yours. And what do you plan on calling my awesome island?”

You take a deep breath, inhaling all the tropical and nautical scents. You smile at your best friend. “Filemu.”

Firewood

A/N: As promised, some much-deserved fluff written for @leiascully‘s Oktoberficfest.


When she wakes, she’s cocooned deep inside their dark blue duvet, burrowed into pillows that smell like them.  Autumn sunlight is filtering meekly in through the windows, and she hears a distant THWACK echo outside every few seconds.  That must be why she’s woken up.  She yawns, glancing at the bedside clock and marveling that she’s managed to sleep in past 7 a.m.

THWACK.

She throws her bare legs out from under the covers and snags his thick terry-cloth robe from the foot of the bed, pulling some slippersocks onto her small feet.  She pads softly down the creaky stairs to find coffee already made, an empty mug on the counter for her, and his used one resting in the sink.  She throws a close-lipped smile at the cream for no reason other than that she still can’t quite believe they’re here.  Like this.  Making coffee for one another and washing each other’s dishes.  The simple domesticity of it still manages to astonish her.

The mercury had dipped earlier than usual this year, and though they were still leaving the windows open at night to keep the house cool during the day, she’d remarked just last night that it might be starting to get cold enough for a fire in the fireplace.

THWACK.

She stirs cream into her coffee, wraps her hands around the cup, and blows the steam away as she wanders out to the porch, the screen door slamming shut behind her.  The Navajo blanket is folded at the end of the porch swing, so she bundles up with it, knees drawn up, and settles in to watch him.

He’d let his beard grow back after they’d returned from their island getaway, though it wasn’t nearly as long or as wild as it had been before the Monica Bannan case.  This was just a few weeks’ worth of growth, and it suits him, she decides.  He’d thrown on a pair of jeans that were frayed at the knees and cuffs, a white ribbed cotton tank top, and the new gray flannel she’d picked up for him the last time she was at Costco.  

“Flannel, Scully?  Really?” he’d whined, wrinkling his nose.  “I knew you had a thing for lumberjacks.”

“It’s practical, Mulder,” she’d argued.  “Especially for this time of year.  I swear to God, though, if you take down a tree and release any of those glowing green bugs on our property, I’m leaving you.”

THWACK.

Country isolation suited him.  Like the prisoner he had been before his exoneration, he’d spent whatever free time he’d had away from his little den of paranormal iniquity doing manual labor on the property, running its circumference in endless circuits, mending fences, and rebuilding the ramshackle barn next to the pond.  Eventually, he’d jerry-rigged his own rowing machine, tying a small boat off with nylon ropes he’d secured to two willows, one on either end of the pond, so that he could row endlessly against their steadfast pull.

His body had always been a thing of beauty.  Lithe, long muscles, a slim waist, tapered shoulders.  A swimmer’s body.  But now…now he was powerful. Hard where he’d once been firm.  Rippling where he’d been sinewy.  

She’d have been intimidated if she didn’t know she already owned him, body and soul. 

THWACK.

The wood splits apart, thick pieces falling on either side of the stump with twin thuds. He stoops down and gathers them, throwing them onto the woodpile before balancing another hunk of a felled oak on the stump.  He steadies it with both hands, then reaches behind himself to wrap one calloused fist around the maul’s long handle and secures the other hand just under its head. 

She watches as he raises the maul, bending his knees and lifting up on his booted toes to throw his weight into the downward swing, allowing the hand under the maul head to slide down its length and meet the hand holding the butt of the handle.  A satisfying and delayed THWACK echoes over to her a second later, and he is already bending to retrieve the split wood pieces and toss them onto the growing pile.  Just then, he pauses to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm and glances up to see her curled up on the swing, and he smiles at her.

She blinks back at him and sips her coffee, lifting an eyebrow in wordless invitation.

He drops the maul and ambles over to her from across the yard, scattering the two or three hens that are pecking around in the dirt.  

He vaults the porch stairs in two bounds, and throws himself down onto the swing next to her, jolting her, and she scolds him halfheartedly when her coffee sloshes onto his robe.

He leans over and plants his lips firmly onto hers, and she makes appreciative noises in the back of her throat when he deepens the kiss.  

“You taste salty,” she says against his mouth.

“Chop your own wood and it’ll warm you twice,” he murmurs.

She hums and pulls away, biting back a juvenile retort about what she’d like to do to his wood, and she sees a playful light dance in his eyes when she realizes that he has heard her say it anyway.

They know each other too well.

She leans down, precariously dangling from the swing for a moment to set her mug on the wooden slats of the porch before she turns back to him and throws a leg over his lap to straddle him, pulling the blanket with her to wrap them in its warmth. She drapes her arms around his muscled shoulders and nuzzles into the salt-and-pepper scruff on his cheek.  He tightens his arms around her waist and captures her lips again with his own.

She lives for moments like this.  

The darkness can’t possibly find them when they’re busy building fires.

imanangelinalandofabominations  asked:

Hey :) tell me your dadstiel headcanons

Oh my god you have woken the wrong bear for this one.

- First off, they’d fall in love with little Mary the second their eyes land on her. 

- They’d spend an entire afternoon debating who gets to be ‘Papa’ and who was gets to be ‘Daddy’. 

- (Cas ends up being Papa)

- Dean would be the one panicking over whether they have enough diapers and oh my god Cas what if she doesn’t like the formula? And Cas would just pick out the cheapest of everything, and he ends up being banned from going to the store alone.

- Castiel would insist on reading her a bedtime story every night, but then turn around and make Dean read it because she likes your voice better, Dean, you know all she does is cry when I try and do it.

- Cas starts playing classical music during the day to ‘enhance Mary’s brain development’, but then one day Dean puts in one of his Rush tapes, and then the battle of the music begins.

- (Dean wins)

- Sam ends up cooing over her the most, and honestly it should annoy the hell out of Dean but it doesn’t.

- Dean special-orders Mary some little Metallica t-shirts. Cas only buys the cute animal ones. The bumblebee pajamas are his favorite.

- They have time slots for who goes and takes care of the crying baby at night. Mary only cries when it’s Dean’s turn, even after he switches times with his husband.

- When it’s time to send their daughter off to school, Cas is the one that frets over making sure she’s completely prepared, packing her two extra lunches along with enough tissues to wipe the asses of an entire family for a week. Dean just goes with it, letting Cas pick out everything.

- But Dean is the one who cries and sits in his car around the block, waiting for his little girl to finish her first day of preschool.

- Cas joins the PTA and he becomes the bane of their existence.

- No Helen, I am in charge of the bake sale because my husband can at least cook a batch of brownies without burning them!

- Even though he’s married, Cas attracts the attention of every single mother that goes to the meetings.

- When Mary gets older, they start hosting the most lavish birthday parties in the entire state of Kansas.

- (They get a fucking clown.)

- (Uncle Sam doesn’t show up to that party.)

- When Mary asks where her momma is, Cas just points at Dean, who’s cooking their dinner. It earns the blue-eyed man a slap to the side of the head and a little something extra in bed that night.

- Mary ends up being friends with Helen’s little gremlin. Cas and Helen get into passive-aggressive matches whenever she comes to drop off Jeffrey.

- In fourth grade, Mary gets a ‘boyfriend’ and Dean freaks out and drives to Sam’s house. He ends up crying in his car, again.

- Cas has to convince Dean not to get their daughter a .44 for her twelfth birthday. 

- (Sam ends up getting her one anyways.)

- Uncle Moose breaks in during the middle of the night for some milk and is nearly decapitated by Cas. Dean has a panic attack, and Mary won’t stop crying. 

- They take her to the shooting range the next day, just to make sure she knows how to fire her weapon. Anything could happen, Dean said on repeat on the drive there.

- Cas gets her a stuffed animal every year and Mary pretends like it’s not the most important part of every Christmas they celebrate.

- When Mary turns out to like One Direction, Dean is devastated.

- (He gets her backstage passes to a concert 200 miles away.)

- When Mary turns out to like a completely black-and-blue wardrobe, Cas is devastated.

- (He gets her black tie-dyed shirts instead of the rainbow ones he insists on buying.)

- When Mary gets asked to Homecoming in her sophomore year, Cas is the one to sneak out and follow her friend’s car all the way to the school, just to make sure she got there safely and without any detours.

- (Mary made faces at him the entire time.)

- Mary doesn’t cry when she gets dumped by her date, but her dads cook her hot chocolate and have an Indiana Jones marathon anyways.

- Cas is the one to cry when she goes away to college, Dean already having done so the week before. 

- They buy her every single thing they could think to get her for her dorm, and more.

- They call her every single night her first year away, and they throw parties whenever she comes home during break.

- But most importantly, they love her more than life itself. 

- (She loves her parents just as much.)

anonymous asked:

Having read the excerpt from Geri's book, I still have questions as to why things went sour between her and Melanie? It seems like maybe it was Melanie who wanted to end things and that's why Geri left the group. But, again, what happened between them. Do you have anymore insight or personal speculation?

Yes actually.
I believe they were really happy up until it all “came out”.

Buckle up, cuz this is long.

Apparently, Mel’s sister Danielle was working with SG as back up dancer back in the day and she and another dancer friend caught Mel and Geri, god knows doing what.
Mind you, this was a day where all the girls’s parents where present. She made such a fuss about it, as well as her friend that by the end everyone at their camp knew what was going on.

(A little background: Mel’s family already knew that Mel and Geri where more than just best friends. Since before they rose to fame Mel used to take ONLY Geri several times back to her home in Leeds where they would spend weekends together and family gatherings (I have a picture of one of those gatherings where you can see Geri in the background). So, you could say they all knew Mel was the closest to Geri in more ways than another.)

But because of this “outing”, Geri’s mom, Anna heard about it and she went completely mad.
A little background about Anna: she is catholic and homophobic, also a racist. When Geri first took Mel to dinner at her house Anna was fine about Mel being black, up until the truth came out about Mel and Geri she went completely ballistic and very against Melanie. Some people even said she would mutter very racist comments towards Mel and, not just back in the day, EVEN during the 2007 tour.

My speculation is: Mel’s family knew but Geri’s mom didn’t and as soon as she found out she tried to stop the relationship one way or another by probably saying evil stuff to Mel behind Geri’s back, in order to make MEL leave the group but this however caused Mel to ignore and give Geri the cold shoulder, and Geri not being able to handle the situation, it backfired and SHE left.

To me, it makes complete sense cuz Geri and her mom were not in proper speaking terms util 4 months AFTER she left the group. Geri only relayed on her brother Max.

And, to be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if Geri’s marriage (which happened way too quick) was all her mom’s idea, cuz for what I’ve read she’s always wanted Geri to marry a rich man and find a “paternal figure” for her daughter.

TL;DR: It’s Geri’s mom’s fault. And if you don’t believe me, ask the other Spice Mom’s why they no longer speak with Anna Maria (source: Mel’s mom Andrea on Twitter)

“Private Studies”  ~  George x reader

“Can u do an imagine where the reader is George’s girlfriend and she can preform magic with her hands (like she doesn’t need a wand to cast spells) and George finds it really cool when she shows him (during school one time) and then they just kind of end up making out” ~Anon

Thank you so much for the request!! I loved it! It was so much fun to write! It’s probably the most provocative thing I’ve written. Haha! I hope you like it!😊💕

  • y/n - your name
  • y/e/c - your eye color
  • y/h/c - your hair color
  • y/h - your house

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Y/n sat in one of the private studies in the library, going over her transfiguration notes and practicing the spells she had learned earlier that day. Unlike any of the other students she knew, her wand wasn’t necessary to perform magic. It lay on the other side of table, motionless, as y/n stirred the spoon in her coffee by circling her finger in midair. She turned the page of her textbook with her free hand and pointed to her quill to write her thoughts on the spells she had to remember. The door creaked open, but y/n didn’t notice. Her mind was deep inside her textbook.

“Hey, you!” George flirted, closing the door quietly. “I missed you at dinner.”

She turned to her boyfriend. “I missed dinner?”

Her question was the least of his concerns. “How are you doing that?” he asked.

“Doing what?”

He pointed as he spoke. “That!”

She looked at her quill moving, spoon stirring, and a page of her textbook floating a couple of centimeters from the previous lessons’ she’d had. “Oh!” she smiled. “Magic.”

George chuckled. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” She closed the book and pushed it to the opposite corner of the table with a wave and a pushing motion of her hand.

Sitting in the chair next to his girlfriend, George gave her a childlike grin. “Show me more.”

Y/n leaned in to him really close. “Alright.” She winked. As she backed away from him quickly, she pointed to her textbook and crooked her finger. It zoomed to her and opened to the page she had stopped at.

He giggled like a hyper five year old. “That’s amazing.”

She bit the tip of her tongue softly as she gave a flirtatious smile. Glancing at the bookshelf on the other side of the room, she silently called one over. It landed in her lap with a quiet thud. George’s eyes widened as she transformed the book into a chocolate frog. She handed it to him.

“Thought you might want one.”

“Thank you!” Taking the chocolate parcel from her fingers, he set it on the table next to her half full coffee mug and just gazed into her y/e/c eyes.

“Georgie?”

He couldn’t take it any longer. Her abilities were too much to handle. With a quick, swift motion, he smashed his lips into hers, caressing her cheeks. She was surprised at his choice of action, but quickly went along with it. She slowly moved her arms up to his chest and draped them around his neck as she slid into his lap. He traced the inside of her bottom lip line with his tongue before gently pulling it with his teeth.

Y/n let out a soft moan. He moved his hands down her sides, to her thighs, and around to her lower back, giving her butt a squeeze. They both laughed slightly.

The weight of the two of them kept pushing to the back of the chair. Soon enough, it toppled backwards. George’s head hit the floor.

Y/n gasped. “Georgie! Are you alright?”

He responded by continuing what they had started. They rolled off of the chair and onto the stone floor, y/n on top of him. She raised up a bit as he loosened her tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt. Her heart fluttered. They’d never taken it this far. But, before they could go any further, the door knob started to shake. Y/n quickly rolled off of George and held her hand out for a book to fly into. The door opened, and they acted as if nothing had happened.

“Hey guys!”

George chuckled nervously. “You scared us, Forge.”

“Oh.” Fred joked. “Were you two in the middle of something?”

The two in the floor eyed the room, not answering.

“I heard a crashing noise, and it took me a minute to remember that George came in here.” he went on. “Thought I’d check in on you two before Madame Pince started her rounds around the library.”

They got out of the floor, y/n pointing her finger at the chair to raise also. “Well, thank you, Fred. But, I can assure you, it was nothing.”

He smirked. “Mhm…” He left.

George looked nervous. “Umm… That was… nice.”

Y/n giggled as she fixed her outfit. “It was.”

“Mind if we do it again sometime?”

“How about tomorrow?” she asked with a sparkle in her eye, gathering her things. “During our free period after lunch?”

He gave her a devious, yet flirty look. “Perfect.”

She made her way to the door, changing the subject before she opened it. “You better sit by me in Potions.”

“Oh, I will.”

“You better.”

She flipped her y/h/c and made her way back to the y/h common room, waiting for tomorrow to hurry on its way.

My favourite donut

Summary: When Dean first met Donna, he didn’t know they would become more than just friends someday. Hunt after hunt they started growing closer together until it finally happened. Even if Donna tries to hide getting hurt as much as she can when someone is talking bad about her, Dean notices. And he decides to finally take a step forward and show her just how lovely she is.

Words: 1333

Pairing: Donna x Dean

Originally posted by samdreel

Warnings: protective!Dean if that’s a warning, fluffy smut, oral sex(female receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: So this idea came while talking with @written-inkcompetence about supernatural, especially Donna and Jody and well so shoutout to her for that ;P And I know I didn’t really hit Donna on character so sorry for that, lol.

@ohfora67impala @spnashley @leviathanslovedick @spnfanficpond


The front door swung open and Dean couldn’t wait to see Donna’s reaction to see him here. Usually Dean would be somewhere around the country for cases, but what Donna didn’t know was that he and Sam actually decided to take a few days off. And Dean wanted to spend that time with Donna. He hid behind the door to the living room, waiting for Donna to pass it. Once she did he jumped out and shouted “Surprise!” but other than other people would have reacted, she pointed her gun at Dean.

“Damn, Dean you scared me!” Donna stated.

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Sorry I Assumed

Originally posted by scottlamg

Sorry I Assumed

Peter Parker X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Reader goes in the same school as peter parker and found out he is spiderman. she keep on following him around and stalking him to find out more about spiderman but he think she is evil and a villain?

Notes: I tried to keep the ‘stalking’ down to a minimal. Other than that I sincerely hope you all enjoy!

Warning(s): Mentions of Stalking.

It had been an accident when (y/n) found out that Peter Parker, a local kid in her school, was Spider-Man. Being a photographer for the school newspaper, they were looking for a partially empty alleyway to take a picture of for the story on violence in allies. They had accidentally seen the teenager changing out of his outfit, in a hurry to get to his house before dark.

Since then everything had been different. (y/n) was looking for more information, to make sure that Peter wasn’t just a cosplaying fan boy. So far, though, it seemed to work into her favor that Peter actual was Spider-Man. The bruises that the hero obtained during fights matched the ones that Peter had the next day. His awkward flighty behavior, his slight paranoia. (y/n) was proud in their discovery.

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Peter Parker was 95% sure that (y/n) was some sort of spy for one of his enemies. They had pictures of him and tended to follow him around a bit. They were stalking him, he realized, in an attempt to get his secret. A tug in his gut told him it was too late, that his secret had been found out. He had to do something about it.

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(y/n) was walking home, hands in their pockets as they rounded a corner. The city was busy as usual, but the sidewalks were less busy for once. Up ahead, their eyes narrowed at the sight of Spider-Man, standing still and looking directly at them. As soon as (y/n) recognized the masked hero he disappeared into the adjoined alleyway. (y/n) followed, excited.

Not even 20 feet into the ally, Spider-Man was in their face. The eyes on his mask were narrowed, “(y/n) (l/n). Have you been stalking me? Can I ask, who the hell are you working for?”

“Wh-what..? No one- Peter,I just saw you undressing out of your costume once. I don’t mean you any harm I just…I don’t know, I wanted to make sure you weren’t a fanboy, that’s all…”

“Wait so..You’re not working for one of my enemies?” Peter asked, embarrassed, his voice an octave higher. (y/n) shook their head and Peter let out a loud sigh, his head hanging.

“Jeez, I’m sorry. You were kinda stalking me,” (y/n) wouldn’t deny that, they kinda were, “But I assumed you were evil or something..Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay…Glad we have an understanding…Also glad my hunch wasn’t wrong,” they said through an excited bit lip. Peter nodded, looking away, “Promise not to tell?”

“Promise.” (y/n) grinned and, even though they couldn’t see it, Peter grinned back.

anonymous asked:

Some Feysand fluff “Didn’t you see what I did?!” prompt perhaps?

Feyre stood at the edge of the ocean, the sand surrounding her feet and the ocean water brushing up against her toes every once in awhile. She moved her arms in front of her, shaping the water into different creatures.

It had been awhile since Feyre had the time to practice her water skills. With the rebuilding of the Spring Court with Lucien and Elain and her High Lady duties, playing with water wasn’t even in her top hundred priorities. 

However, today was different. She finished all her work early and Lucien told her to take a day off. His exact words were, You’ve been working too much. Go have fun with Rhysand, or something. 

Feyre laughed quietly at the memory as she let a water bird fly above her before it broke apart into drops of ocean water. She watched it drop back into the ocean before she reached out to make another water creature.

Rhys leaned against the tall rocks that lined the long staircase to the beach. He had just finished a meeting at the House of Wind only to spot his mate at the edge of the ocean, playing with water. It was a sight he missed every single day. He noticed how his mate had been overworking lately but he hadn’t had the chance to talk to her other than when they slipped into bed together every night. During that time, they swore they wouldn’t bring up work. Just each other. 

Rhys walked towards his mate, watching as she made a wolf - just like the ones she made during the attack on Velaris. That felt like a lifetime ago. 

He wrapped his arm around her waist when he was close enough, leaving a soft, open mouth kiss against the skin of her neck. He saw from his peripheral vision the water wolf dissolving into drops and returning back into the ocean. 

“Rhys,” his mate’s soft voice called, “I thought you had a meeting.”

“I pardoned all my duties today. Didn’t feel like it when I saw you out here, darling.”

Feyre smiled, reaching an arm behind her to scratch the back of his head softly. He purred against her skin, tightening his arms around her waist. Rhys shifted his head to rest his chin against her shoulder. 

“Don’t mind me. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

Feyre laughed quietly as she summoned more water. She shaped them into a few animals before her mind suddenly floated to her mate. Without knowing, she had shaped her mate out of water, his smirk intact in all detail.

She gasped, losing her concentration as the water splashed back into the ocean.

“Did you see that?!”

“See what?”

“Didn’t you see what I did?!”

Rhys laughed, loving the frustrated expression on her face. He turned her around, wrapping his arms around her waist once more and kissing her nose softly.

“Of course I saw it, darling. I didn’t know you thought of me that much.”

Feyre rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile on her face. She leaned up, pressing her lips against his as a groan left his mouth. He pulled her closer, practically lifting her off the ground as he kissed her back, their tongues moving against each other.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Rhys whispered against her lips, their foreheads leaning against each other.

“You saw me just a few hours ago, Rhys.”

“A few hours too long, darling.”

Feyre laughed, “You’ve turned cheesier since I’ve met you.”

“You like it though.”

She sighed teasingly, “I guess…”

It was Rhys this time that laughed as he picked her up entirely, her legs wrapping around his waist. Feyre grinned, pressing her lips against Rhys’s once more as her hands slid up behind his back to graze his wings.

Rhys groaned, kissing down her jaw before burying his face in her neck. Feyre kissed his temple softly, as she continued to brush his wings.

“Feyre.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think we’ve ever done anything in the ocean before?”

Feyre raised an eyebrow, “Oh, really?” she asked, her voice suddenly turning sultry. 

“I’m pretty sure, darling.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she nibbled on his earlobe.

They didn’t leave the beach until the next morning. 

sunshine [ao3]

Abe wanted to keep it all to himself.

wow someone is hacking sam ficteer’s account to post abemiha!!!!!!! because surely it’s not like SAM FICTEER is posting anything…….. .ha…. hah aha……. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“He has such a nice smile. I like him!”

Abe grimaced, felt the hard pull of his face. All three bowls of soba churned unpleasantly in his gut, sickening and gross. His fingers clutched onto his crutches, arms so stiff he couldn’t move even if his legs didn’t feel absolutely numb.

“…What?” Shun’s voice came, clawing Abe out of his shock. No, no - no, this wasn’t. This wouldn’t.

Abe exhaled heavily, turning away and forcing himself to move. “You wouldn’t get it,” he said, hobbling back down the sidewalk as much as he could. Shun would pass him no problem, if he wanted to. Could catch up and snag fingers into Abe’s shirt and pull and -

“What’s there to get?” Shun asked just as Abe felt the tug at his hip. “Taka!”

“Nothing, just let me go. I’m supposed to be resting,” Abe snapped.

The pressure at his hip disappeared. The pressure in his throat just got worse.

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we walk like there’s nothing wrong || part one

Request: Remember the stakeout episode where Jake and Charles had to stay together for 8 days? Can you write a fic where it’s Jake and Amy have to stakeout together for 8 days?

Written by: elsaclack

Genres: Angst, romance, hurt/comfort, humour, drama, jealous!jake

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Taylor Imagine (Let the Game Begin) Part 1

Taylor Imagine (Let the Game Begin) Part 1

Request: Can you do a Taylor imagine where your a tomboy but he made a bet with Dillon that you couldn’t fall in love with him bc of the way you dress'n'stuff and you find out you break up and make up. It’s just I think my ex didn’t really like me and I used to get bullied over that stuff. Thank you! :)

I’m sorry that you used to get bullied over stuff like that but don’t let it get you down your beautiful inside and out and I don’t have to see what you look like to know that :)

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Y/N POV

It was just a normal day for you. Your alarm went off and you wanted to beat the sh*t out of it but you just got up and threw on a cut grey t-shirt, baggy black cargo pants, and some black high top converse. Then to cover up your hair that you never bothered to brush you grabbed a beanie.

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You were never one to care about how you looked, you in fact liked your look a bit because you were comfortable with it, even if other’s didn’t really like it. You grabbed your bag and then you were out the door.

You didn’t have a car, yet, so you would ride your long board to school, it was faster than walking. When you got to school you walked straight to your locker, you didn’t really have any ‘friends’ so to say. There were people you hung out with but you didn’t do anything together outside of school and you didn’t really even pay attention most of the time. Also because you were relatively new here, no one really knew who you were, and you didn’t mind that. Sometimes it’s better just to be alone. You shut your locker after you grabbed your books and you walked to your homeroom before slouching into your seat in the back of the room. It’s not like you were a badass always getting in to trouble, you just didn’t care. You didn’t care enough to try and get into trouble, but when it came your way you didn’t bother saying hello to it either.

Taylor POV

I walked into the school like I do every morning with Dillon by my side. We have been best friends since who knows when and honestly right now I’m too lazy to even think.  I walked into my homeroom with Dillon after we got our stuff from our locker and we sat down in the back as always.

“Hey,” Dillon whispers to me and I look over to him.

“What?” I ask sleepily.

“You know the new girl?” He says more than asks.

“I’ve seen her around don’t know much about her,” I say as I think about her.

“Yeah, well she’s hot,” He says. I furrow my eyebrows at him.

“She’s been here three months and your only noticing now?” I ask shocked.

“I’m not that observant,” Dillon admits and I had to admit he’s right.

“Got that right,” I mutter.

“You think she’d go for me?” He asks and I look at him with confused eyes.

“No you don’t seem to be her type,” I say to him.

“Oh and you are?” He retorts.

“No, I’m not involving myself with her because she wouldn’t go for me, I mean yeah she’s hot, but she wouldn’t like me or anything,” I say. Dillon raises his eyebrows as if he has a plan. I roll my eyes what now?

“Taylor has a little crush,” He whispers teasingly.

“I do not, there’s a difference between actually liking someone and thinking they’re hot,” I tell him.

“Yeah but you want her to like you, but you don’t think she can because she's….different,” Dillon says after pondering for the right word.

“You got me there,” I admit.

“I actually have a little faith, I could see it happening,” He says optimistically.

“Sure,” I say sarcastically.

“No I really do, I think you could make her fall in love with you,” He says.

“I highly doubt it,” I mutter.

“Fine then let’s make a bet. If she falls in love with you then you owe me…..a hundred bucks,” He says after thinking for a while.

“And if she doesn’t and I win then you have to one favor for me and I can ask for it whenever,” I say and he nods his head in agreement.

“Also we should set a time limit like a week, a month?” I ask.

“Let’s make it a month and a half,” He says after some thought and I agreed. “Let the game begin,” He says with a smirk as the first period bell rings.

Y/N POV

You were walking down the hallway after your first period class to see if you could hopefully get a good spot under the tree outside so you could take a nap. You smiled to yourself when you saw that it was empty. You laid your books on the ground and you lay down next to them before putting your beanie over your face and crossing your legs as you fell asleep for the next hour.

You woke up to the sun shining in your eyes because your beanie had fallen off of your face while you were sleeping. You sat up groggily and looked at the time. You were actually late for your next class but you didn’t stress it. You stood up slowly as to not make yourself dizzy and you picked up your books.

As you were walking to your next class you saw a boy. Well not really a boy, but he wasn’t a man. You saw a guy. He seemed to be heading straight toward you. When he stopped right in front of you, you raised your eyebrow as if to say spit it out.

“Your y/n right?” He asks and you nod your head. “I’m Dillon,” He says holding out his hand to shake yours. You look at it weirdly before shaking it. You didn’t like touching other people, too many germs. It’s probably one of the reasons you didn’t like hanging around with people.

“I have a class to get to so unless you have something really important to tell me then I will just be on my way,” You say as you look at him once more to give him a chance to say something before you walk away.

You walked into the classroom causing everyone’s heads to turn your way but you didn’t care as you took a seat in the back row.

“Wonderful for you to join us Ms. y/l/n,” The teacher said.

“Wish I could say the same to you,” You mutter under your breath and you hear someone chuckle next to you. You turn and see a guy sitting next to you with light brown hair. You looked to him with raised eyebrows and he only nodded back as if saying I respect you. For some reason that made you smile. You didn’t even know his name but it made you smile. He was good looking and he wore a bandana around his head, which you thought was pretty cool. It separated him from the rest of the people in school and made him unique. The rest of the class your mind kept drifting to the boy with the bandana. You really wanted to know his name, he seemed pretty cool and you had seen him around but you hadn’t paid much attention.

When the class bell rung you stood up from your chair and walked over to him.

“Who are you?” You ask trying to sound as nice as possible. He looked a bit stunned at first before answering.

“My name’s Taylor,” He says. You weren’t someone to beat around the bush and you weren’t afraid to go up to someone or ask for something. The worst that could happen is that you could be made fun of but you didn’t care, because in order to hurt someone they have to care, and you didn’t care.

“Cool, I’m y/n,” You say. “Well I’ll see ya around,” You say before walking back to your locker. As you did you thought to yourself. Maybe it would be nice to just not be alone all the time.

Taylor POV

“DUDE! I saw you talking to y/n, what did she say?” Dillon asks as he rushes over to me.

“She just came over and asked me what my name was before replying 'cool’ then telling me her name then she left,” I said as I recalled the events that had happened.

“Wow, she isn’t shy,” Dillon says curiously.

“Yeah it’s cool she’s so different,” I say as I think about her.

“I saw her in the hallway before she was going to class and I told her my name and she was kind of rude but the thing is though I wasn’t really offended by it. That’s weird isn’t it,” Dillon says.

“Yeah that’s weird,” I tell him. “What did you say?” I ask him.

“Well I introduced myself and asked if she was y/n and she nodded, then I didn’t really say anything so she just told me that unless I had something important to tell her then she was going to leave, and she did,” He says. I just rolled my eyes at him.
“Well you were wasting her time, she had to get to class,” I tell him.

“Whatever,” He says before we walk back to my car. As we drove home I told Dillon about what happened in class. I was aware that she had been staring at me during class and it kind of raised my ego a bit and I might actually have a chance.

“Well just remember you only have a month and half left. Minus a day,” Dillon says before getting out of the car and walking into his house.

Don’t remind me.

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Okay so I am making this imagine into parts because it will take a while to fully play out but here is part one! I hope you like it.

xoxo

-simplicational’s queen