they tried to make me do my homework

4

My name is Annalise, and I’m an alcoholic. I lost someone. He was a student of mine. I’m a professor. I knew him before that, since he was a boy. His mother died and left him alone. I… tried to look after him. I didn’t do it because I was trying to be some saint. I did it out of guilt. I hurt him in ways that I couldn’t even admit in this room. I just couldn’t leave him alone, and I know why. I lost a baby in a car accident, but… it was much worse than that. I just couldn’t keep him out of my head. I would just worry if he did his homework, or if he had any friends. And on christmas, it would just make me sick worrying if he even had any presents. I told myself to stay away. What was broken in me was broken. No one could fix it. And then I did the opposite. I took him into my life, into my home. He needed someone to look after him, someone to love him, and I wanted to be that person. I wanted to protect him. I tried so hard. All I did was ruin him. If I had just left him alone, he would have been fine, but I just- I wanted to love him. I wanted to hold him tight. I wanted to keep him safe… this boy, my student, who was really just a stranger to me. That’s a lie. He wasn’t just a stranger. He was… he felt… he- he felt… he felt like my son.

Public School Is A Goddamn Disater, Part 2: The Lovecraftian Madness of Machismo

Part 1 here, AKA: the Mantisocalypse (you don;t have to read it to understand this one, but you should anyway)

Content Warnings: Mental Illness, Attempted Murder, Sexual Content, Stalking, Abuse, Animal Abuse Mention, Emetophobia, US Public Education, Military Industrial Complex.  I’ve been told this is my most disturbing story, even if it’s hilarious, so mind your health.  All the names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent and Not-So-Innocent.

This is the story of Recruiting Sergeant Scott VS. The Lacrosse Jocks VS. Yours truly.

To understand this story, you must understand the dystopian hellscape that is US Public High School- I went to the NICE high school in town, with the AP curriculum and new building, where the the kids were generally too obsessed with getting into the ivy league to do anything worse than occasionally smoke on the roof.  Not even weed, just regular cigs.  During their off-periods, so they’d have time to febreeze their clothes and arrive to their next class early.  You know, the most boring fucking kids ever.

AND STILL, we were subjected to the various scourges of US public ed, namely-

-on-campus police officers and regular “what to do in case of a columbine event” drill.  We had Officer Munoz, who was a wonderful Latina Woman with the good sense to focus her efforts on getting kids away from abusive parents rather than persecuting brown kids, but we were VERY lucky on that front.  Still, having someone walking around with a gun and technically the authority to kill you, and having to hide in the science cabinets three times a year fucks you up.  Remember Officer Munoz though, She is Important.

- A weird, cult-like, frankly masturbatory attitude regarding athletic achievement.  The arts and sciences were stuck doing bake sales for supplies while the gym got re-done two years after the school opened.  This was tempered in an odd way at my school in that literally all the sports teams unequivocally sucked, with the exception of 

1.Marching Band, which went to nationals twice in the first two years the school was open 

2.Knowledge Bowl, where kevin and I took the team to 3rd in state in our first year, and only lost because Kevin had an asthma attack so we decided to let the other teams fight over the ‘lesser’ medals 

3.Lacrosse, which didn’t actually didn’t GO anywhere, but was a “real” sport and beat our ‘rival’ school, so the team got to be Big Men On Campus, and get away with all kinds of nonsense like eating in class when everyone else was forbidden or skipping tests for ‘practice’.  The three worst offenders were Dustin, Jack and “Rattlesnake Pete”, all of whom were budding neo-nazis and thus signed up for German.  With our Jewish teacher.  Remember them too.

-On-campus military recruiters.  As in, people who are legally allowed to exaggerate, manipulate and actually lie to minors to convince them to join the armed forces.  Ours was Sergeant Scott, and as much of a skeevy rat as he was I honestly felt bad for him, because remember, academic magnet high school so he had three kinds of kids to work with:

  • Kids who made the physical standards for the armed forces and were all about honoring their country via physical labor, but were dumb as shit and couldn’t pass the written exam.
  • Kids who could pass the written exam and were totally ready to bully some people in the third world, but couldn’t do a pull up if you covered the gym floor in cobras.
  • Kids who passed the physical and mental portions but were uniformly rabidly anti-military industrial complex, to the point where 35 of them crammed into his cubicle in the office he shared with Officer Munoz and Janitor Wendy, so they could hold a sit-in protest of the Iraq war and chant “Impeach Bush” and “War is Murder” at him  Someone chucked red paint on him, because they’re furious immature teenagers.  It was his first day.

Poor bastard.  Remember Him as well.

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A Little D for a Big A-hole.

When I was in eighth grade, my middle school French class took a trip to Québec City. My school was in the whitest part of whitest Connecticut and I had moved there a few years before from Atlanta. You can imagine the Izod-style culture shock I went through.

In any case, we were up in Québec City in February, for some awful reason. Probably because the prices were cheapest for hotels, I don’t know. I do remember it was cold and windy and snowed a lot.

I was a pretty geeky kid, unsurprisingly. I read Star Wars expanded universe novels during the morning reading period. I had disappeared into fantasy worlds after my brother died a few years before, just months after we moved to New England. Since my brother had died and I was a new kid, no one really knew how to be my friend. Some people were nice to me for awhile, but most ignored my existence.

One of the few people who took pity on me was the daughter of my church’s minister, who was in the same year as me. She’d invite me to eat lunch with her and her friends, even though I could tell her friends did not want me there.

Despite growing up speaking French, I was placed in introductory French – and never moved, because there was so much going on with my brother’s accident and eventual death that no one really bothered with my education. Thankfully, my French teacher was kind and would let me help lead the spoken French bits in class. This one boy liked to hang out after class and would mock me after I left, pinching his nose and doing his best “make fun of the French” accent. He liked to make my life hell in other ways, like stealing homework, tearing pages out of schoolbooks, or shoving my shoulder whenever he “bumped” me in the hallway. I had dealt with worse bullying before, so I mostly just tried to ignore him. His was never very serious, but it was constant.

In any case, I asked these girls I ate lunch with if I could room with them on this trip. I did not want to be randomly assigned somewhere. They grudgingly agreed to it.

Once we got to Québec, things changed. Our teachers told us we were allowed to explore the city in small groups and we were to use French only when interacting with shopkeepers and the like. Well, the girls I was rooming with quickly realized I was the only student in our class who actually spoke French. I helped my roommates order things at bakeries and make change and navigate around the city. Word quickly spread and by the end of the first day, several classmates came to me for phrases they could use.

On the second day of this trip, we were all supposed to meet up in this square in the old city at a particular time after being allowed to wander for a few hours. My group turned up a few minutes early and a group of boys – with my favorite harasser – was already there. The boys were clearly planning some kind of prank; there was a lot of stifled laughing and looking our way. The harasser came over to our group. He asked me how to say, “Are you my mother?”

Well, for those who don’t know:

“Es-tu ma mère?” means “Are you my mother?”

“Es-tu ma merde?” means “Are you my shit?”

Can you guess which one I told him? He had never paid attention in class, so to his ears (and the ears of our classmates), it sounded right. And no one would ever suspect quiet, mousy, geeky me of any shenanigans.

He went up to a stranger and asked her if she was his shit just as one of our teachers came around the corner. He got hauled by his ears, the teacher apologizing profusely to the woman while simultaneously scolding my harasser. Kid immediately tried to blame it on me but his protestations were immediately dismissed. The teacher did check with everyone, but no one had heard the difference in the language used so backed up my version of events.

He had detention for the rest of the trip and was not allowed to participate in any of the activities. He had to sit on the bus and write an essay.

He was far more cautious about being an a**hole to me in the future.

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[ 4 / 100 days of productivity ] [ 23 . 08 . 17 ]

let me tell you something : you make me smile

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alright so there was a typhoon 10 today aka no school !! although i liked the classes i had today but it’s alright im not complaining hehe

i slept for like extra four hours than usual then tried to do my design tech homework, i ended up calling my friend for help so we just procrastinated worked on it and i basically told her the answers to biology homework oops

and after that i procrastinated but actually finished my quizlet for english, revised for a bit and spent the rest of the day calling marco hehe (if you’re following my crush stories hehehehhehe)

4

My name is Annalise, and I’m an alcoholic. I lost someone. He was a student of mine. I’m a professor. I knew him before that, since he was a boy. His mother died and left him alone. I… tried to look after him. I didn’t do it because I was trying to be some saint. I did it out of guilt. I hurt him in ways that I couldn’t even admit in this room. I just couldn’t leave him alone, and I know why. I lost a baby in a car accident, but… it was much worse than that. I just couldn’t keep him out of my head. I would just worry if he did his homework, or if he had any friends. And on christmas, it would just make me sick worrying if he even had any presents. I told myself to stay away. What was broken in me was broken. No one could fix it. And then I did the opposite. I took him into my life, into my home. He needed someone to look after him, someone to love him, and I wanted to be that person. I wanted to protect him. I tried so hard. All I did was ruin him. If I had just left him alone, he would have been fine, but I just- I wanted to love him. I wanted to hold him tight. I wanted to keep him safe… this boy, my student, who was really just a stranger to me. That’s a lie. He wasn’t just a stranger.

A Little D for a Big Asshole

When I was in eighth grade, my middle school French class took a trip to Québec City. My school was in the whitest part of whitest Connecticut and I had moved there a few years before from Atlanta. You can imagine the Izod-style culture shock I went through.

In any case, we were up in Québec City in February, for some awful reason. Probably because the prices were cheapest for hotels, I don’t know. I do remember it was cold and windy and snowed a lot.

I was a pretty geeky kid, unsurprisingly. I read Star Wars expanded universe novels during the morning reading period. I had disappeared into fantasy worlds after my brother died a few years before, just months after we moved to New England. Since my brother had died and I was a new kid, no one really knew how to be my friend. Some people were nice to me for awhile, but most ignored my existence.

One of the few people who took pity on me was the daughter of my church’s minister, who was in the same year as me. She’d invite me to eat lunch with her and her friends, even though I could tell her friends did not want me there.

Despite growing up speaking French, I was placed in introductory French – and never moved, because there was so much going on with my brother’s accident and eventual death that no one really bothered with my education. Thankfully, my French teacher was kind and would let me help lead the spoken French bits in class. This one boy liked to hang out after class and would mock me after I left, pinching his nose and doing his best “make fun of the French” accent. He liked to make my life hell in other ways, like stealing homework, tearing pages out of schoolbooks, or shoving my shoulder whenever he “bumped” me in the hallway. I had dealt with worse bullying before, so I mostly just tried to ignore him. His was never very serious, but it was constant.

In any case, I asked these girls I ate lunch with if I could room with them on this trip. I did not want to be randomly assigned somewhere. They grudgingly agreed to it.

Once we got to Québec, things changed. Our teachers told us we were allowed to explore the city in small groups and we were to use French only when interacting with shopkeepers and the like. Well, the girls I was rooming with quickly realized I was the only student in our class who actually spoke French. I helped my roommates order things at bakeries and make change and navigate around the city. Word quickly spread and by the end of the first day, several classmates came to me for phrases they could use.

On the second day of this trip, we were all supposed to meet up in this square in the old city at a particular time after being allowed to wander for a few hours. My group turned up a few minutes early and a group of boys – with my favorite harasser – was already there. The boys were clearly planning some kind of prank; there was a lot of stifled laughing and looking our way. The harasser came over to our group. He asked me how to say, “Are you my mother?”

Well, for those who don’t know:

“Es-tu ma mère?” means “Are you my mother?”

“Es-tu ma merde?” means “Are you my shit?”

Can you guess which one I told him? He had never paid attention in class, so to his ears (and the ears of our classmates), it sounded right. And no one would ever suspect quiet, mousy, geeky me of any shenanigans.

He went up to a stranger and asked her if she was his shit just as one of our teachers came around the corner. He got hauled by his ears, the teacher apologizing profusely to the woman while simultaneously scolding my harasser. Kid immediately tried to blame it on me but his protestations were immediately dismissed. The teacher did check with everyone, but no one had heard the difference in the language used so backed up my version of events.

He had detention for the rest of the trip and was not allowed to participate in any of the activities. He had to sit on the bus and write an essay.

He was far more cautious about being an asshole to me in the future.

tl;dr: bully tried to be a smart-ass in French on a class trip; I added a letter and changed the meaning of a word, which got him in huge trouble. No one suspected me of anything.

When Your POT Doesn’t Show

How annoying, right? You drive completely out of your way for a POT date for him to completely bail. I will say though, this is a first for me but this does happen to the best of us. Here’s how to help. 

1) Try and get there first and say you need a table for one. 

When you do this, they’ll only set up a table for one, not two. Meaning, you won’t sit through your own lunch or dinner by yourself. No one would ever guess. :) If he does come, getting another table setting is no big deal. 

2) Don’t be discouraged. 

This happens to us all the time. Think positive. Today was such a beautiful day in Arizona that I actually truly enjoyed sitting outside eating my bowl of strawberries. 

3)Try and find a last minute replacement whether it be an SD or just a friend. 

I actually tried calling one of my other ones, or even a friend who lived by to come and join me las minute. “Hey, I’m actually at _______ and was thinking of you, you’re more than welcome to come join.”  

4) Make the day about you. 

After him not showing up, I browsed the mall, got a real lunch and took time for myself. I was even happier knowing I could get to go home and do extra homework I needed to make up before the break ended. 

5) Don’t put your eggs in one basket. 

When I first started SA I only wanted one guy, but then shit like this would happen and I would freak out because I needed cash. Today, wasn’t the story because I’m like eh, I have three others. (AND FELINE FELIX IS TOMORROW! :D)

6) If he contacts you…  

Finds out his friend was in a legitimate motorcycle accident. Picture included of his friend and Reverse Google Image site verified. He said he was extremely sorry and that he would make it up to me. USUALLY I wouldn’t give this guy a second blink but we have conversed, he’s very kind and respectable. He also bought me lingerie off of Yandy.com prior to meeting me. 

However, be warned if you do give a guy a second chance he may end up doing the same thing again. I’ve totally been there. If you want, tell him be better wire some money to your pay pal to make sure he’s actually going to come if you do give him a second chance. 

Hope this helps
- (sbmisstaylor)

“Next time.” A Nolan Holloway Imagine. (Slight smut.)

It had been a long day, a frustrating one. Not because it had been a bad one, no, it was just your hormones going crazy, but how should you be able to control it, when Nolan would be walking around looking like a freaking Greek god all the time? Your dreams lately hadn’t been helping you in any way either.. You would have the steamiest dreams and then wake up, right before anything good would happen. So it wasn’t surprising to you that you had a hard time focusing during your last period when Nolan was sitting right in front of you, his leather jacket covering his torso. You were thinking about your dream when all of sudden the teacher called your name. 

“Y/N and Nolan, you two will be working together on this, I expect you to use time outside of school on this too, it will be taken into consideration for your final grade of this semester, so work hard. That goes for all of you! Okay, you’ll get the last fifteen minutes to discuss your choice of topic. Get started.” You sighed as you rubbed your face trying to shake your frustrations off of you. Nolan smiled when he turned around to face you, those blue eyes doing nothing to help you stop your thoughts. 

“So what do you wanna do?” he asked, his smile sending a tingling to where you wanted him. You, oh god do I wanna do you, you thought but smiled instead. 

“Um, how about we do something about the comparison between then and now? Show how we evolved from primal survivors to more complex people who no longer just do things because it’s a basic need?” you said, hoping you weren’t rambling as much as you thought. 

“Like sex.” Nolan chuckled, when he saw your face, he turned red. “I..I- just meant that we no longer do that because it’s a basic need. You know? Look, I’m sorry, it was just the first thing that popped into my head. I think it’s a great idea.” He coughed out. You smiled at his nervousness. 

“Okay, yeah. Um, how about we meet up later and start outlining, is that fine with you?” You questioned, Nolan already nodding before you had finished. 

“Of course. We can do it at my place, after practice?” he offered. You nodded as you gathered your things, ready to go home. 

“Sure, text me the address and time, and I’ll be there.” You said, pushing a piece of paper towards him with your number on it. Nolan nodded and watched you leave. 

You hurried home after school, so sexually frustrated that you knew you had to take care of it before heading to Nolan’s place. Luckily, your family wasn’t home, so you threw your stuff at the end of your bed, and stripped from your clothes and picked up your toy. It had been a while since you had used it, but oh boy was it a great feeling to finally have some pressure relived. With all of the built up tension it wouldn’t have taken you long to finish. Just as you were about to come, a text from Nolan occupied your screen. 

Hi! Practice got cancelled, I can pick you up in ten if you are ready, so we can get this thing started.”  You sighed even more frustrated than before. Typing a quick okay back, you rose from your bed, and got dressed in a pair of sweats and a tight white top before throwing your hair into a ponytail, grabbing your toy to wash it quickly. It wasn’t long before you heard a car pull up outside, so you grabbed your bag and hurried outside to meet Nolan. 

The first few hours went by fast, you made your outline, got started on the presentation and ate plenty of ice cream. You couldn’t help but laugh as you looked at Nolan, ice cream covering the very tip of his nose. He looked at you strangely. 

“What?” He chuckled, you rose from your position and walked towards him, wiping the ice cream of his nose. His cheeks got a slight pink tint afterwards, but it was nothing compared to his reaction when you licked it off you finger, not thinking anything of it. He stared at you from his seated position and when you looked down, you couldn’t help but get a rushing feeling to your core. Nolan reached out for you, his fingers brushing against yours in a soft attempt to pull you closer, without crossing your boundaries. You didn’t mind his contact, and walked closer. It was when he pulled you into his lap that your own cheeks matched his pink tint from earlier. You were straddling him, looking into those blue eyes when he leaned in, looking for any discomfort. You reassured him by closing the gap between the two of you. The kiss was soft at first, but it wasn’t long before your frustrations from earlier came into play, your hips grinding into his, trying to remove some pressure. To your surprise, Nolan pulled back looking at you, his eyes a shade darker and a smirk playing in the corner of his lips. 

“So that’s why you were squirming in your seat earlier huh?” He teased, his hands traveling to the exposed skin on you back and sides. You rolled your eyes trying to hide the fact that he was right. Nolan chuckled as he leaned forward a little bit. 

“So I take it that you’re not super horny right now?” You shook your head , not wanting him to know how you felt about him. The devilish smile that erupted on his face sent chills down your spine. 

“Soo, if I, let’s say, start kissing your neck right now, I won’t get a moan out of you? You won’t enjoy it in any way?” You shook your head again, but decided to play along. Letting your hand travel from his chest to his hair, you shrugged. 

“No, you won’t, but I’ll bet I’ll get one out of you.” You smirked as you saw the dark shade become darker. 

“You sure ‘bout that?” You nodded. Nolan took your nod as approval and seconds later, his lips were attached to your neck, sending the most thrilling feeling through your body. You reacted immediately, tilting your head to the side to give him the access he needed but biting your lip holding back the sound he so desperately wanted to hear coming from you. You grabbed his head, forcing it back so you could kiss him. He responded immediately, his hands grabbing your hips harshly making you smile in triumph and your feeling of victory only grew, when something beneath you did as well. 

Pulling apart, you smirked at him, “getting excited?” Nolan rolled his eyes, “screw you.” He growled making you laugh. “Gladly.” You responded. When he realized what you said, he didn’t waste any time. He got up, you still in his lap and walked towards the bed, throwing you onto it. However, just as he hovered over you, lips on your neck once again and hands ready to rip your pants off, the sound of a door slamming rang through his house. Nolan’s eyes went wide with panic and then he sighed loudly. 

“Of course today was the day she had the short shift at work.” He grumbled, head falling onto your chest. A few moments later you could hear footsteps and you both jumped apart. 

“Nolan, I thought I told you to not slee-” his mom stopped death in her tracks when she opened the door and saw you lying on the bed, book in front of you and Nolan in his chair, reading a paragraph. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were sleeping again, you know how I feel about sleeping during the afternoon.” Nolan smiled at his mom. 

“Not sleeping. We’re just doing homework.” You tried really hard not to laugh, since you could still see the lump in his pants, but he did a great job at hiding it from his mom. 

“Oh that’s great. I’m just gonna leave you to it then. It was nice to meet you young lady.” 

“My pleasure Mrs. Holloway.” You said sweetly. As soon as she had left, Nolan sighed loudly and walked towards you looking like a hurt puppy. Plopping down next to you, he apologized. 

“It’s okay. You’ll make it up to me next time.” You said, winking.  


Hi guys! I guess I’m back! So, I know this imagine is not the smut I wanted it to be, but it was getting sooooo long! So if enough people like it, I will write a part 2 to it. Have a great night! 

Luke Hemmings:::That's My Seat

Pairing: Luke and Y/N

Word Count: 5.7k+

Rating: smut, smut, smutty, smut

Requested: I can’t remember, I feel like it was, but idk

So Luke thinks he’s a bad ass, but really he’s just a cute little muffin

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The boy next door (JK Smut)

Words: 3042

Warning: Smut

A/N: I dunno where this came from


Originally posted by mayfifolle

There they were. The new family in my neighborhood had just moved on to the house across from mine and all the neighbors were talking about it.
“Go get dressed, Y/N. We’re going to meet the new family”. My momma told me.
“Mom, I don’t wanna go. I don’t like meeting new people” I said. “Why do I have to do it? It’s not like im going to be their friend”
She gave me that look “are you going to contest me?” so i went to my bedroom to get dressed. Five minutes later I was ready.
I picked my simple white shirt and my mini skirt. Yeah, this was enough.
*****************
“Helloooo! Are you one of our new neighbors?”. A really beautiful woman opened the door and smiled at my mom and I
“Yes. I’m Clarice and this is my daughter Y/N”. My mom said and I smiled back at the woman.
“Oh. I’m Betty. Nice to meet you both” She said. “Come in”.
We entered into the house and walked towards the living room. I looked at the couch and saw a young boy sat down at it. He looked at us.
“Sun, say hi to our new neighbors! This is Y/N and this is Clarice. ” Betty told her sun.
He stood up and walked toward us with a smirk. I did pay attention at his face. Oh my god! He is such a pretty boy. Hm…He looks like a bad boy.
Hi. My name is Jungkook. Nice to meet you, Clarice…Y/N”. His eyes scanned all my body and i saw him bit his lips.
“Let’s meet each other” My momma said and Betty started guiding us to the table.
“Awn, do you want to stay here in the couch?” Jungkook asked me. “I bet you prefer a teenager conversation” he said smirking.
I blushed. Oh my god, his lips…
I nodded hesitating.
We talked about those basic things… Age, school. He is in my school!
I was trying hard not to appearing shy. But god…

“Y/N, we have to go. It’s late” my mom told me. Damn it. I looked at the clock. 10:00 pm.
“It was a pleasure” Betty said.
We left.
I went to sleep.
I dreamed about Jungkook and his lips close to mine that night.


I woke up when the alarm scared me. It was time to school; time to see him.

Oh my god stop it!
“Y/N, why don’t you go to school with Jungkook? He doesn’t have friends here and you can help him to meet some” my mom said
“Mom! I am shy. What will i say all the way to school?” I contested. But i had to admit: I wanted it.
“Betty asked me to talk to you”
“Ok ok. I’ll do it”.
I get dressed as beautifully as i can. Ok, Y/N, Control yourself. I thought

I left home and met him in front of my door. God damn it. His hair was so… sexy
He was wearing really sexy clothes

“H-hello” i said.
“Hello. Let’s go?” He smirked at me. ~YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO IS SHY, NOT ME~
We made our way to school, talking about boring things and stuff.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked.
“N-no… do you have gf?”
“No…”
The silence grew around us. Could it be more embarrassing?
When we arrived at school, all the eyes were looking at us. It was expected. A new boy joined the school in the middle of the year, he was news. But when i realized the girls were looking at him in a different way… Ok, i couldn’t do anything but deal with it.
He wasn’t shy. He introduced himself to anyone who talked to him - even the girls. My face was turning red and i tried to hide it. He looked at me curiously, trying to read me.
“what?” he asked
“Nothing. Let’s go class, it’s starting” i said rudely.

“Say hi to our new student, class” the teacher told us.
“So, about the homework in pairs i told you guys before, you’ll have till next week to do it. Y/N, as you are his friend, make pair with Jungkook, he can’t be alone.”
He smirked at me and I blushed. Oh My god! Thank you Jesus!
******
The school time finished fast.
Jungkook and I spent all day talking about his life before he moved on.. more i met him, more i was getting interested.
We made our way back home. “So.. when are we going to do the homework?” he asked.
“Hm… my mom is not at home tonight so we can have space and stuff. Are you free?” i said. The idea of being alone with him made me freak out for a second.
“Yeah. han… Give me your number. ”
I did as he asked.
“See you.”.


I spent all my day cleaning the living room and my room. My mom wasn’t here and jungkook was coming to do homework. I was so nervous.
I prepared some junk food and soda and then… i prepared myself.
It’s just a homework. It’s not like he’s interested in you.
~ Ding don
He was here.


“Hi Y/N” he smirked at me. I immediately blushed over his beautiful looking.
“Hi..Come on in” i said.
I guided him to the living room and told him to sat down on the carpet while I picked the stuff for the homework.
I sat down beside him, putting the stuff in front of us. The proximity between us made me feel warm. His such good smell dominating the air.
“So… what is this about?” he asked
“Huh… we have to talk about the topics the teacher told us.” I answered.
One per one we wrote about those things: “effects the drug has in our life” “dreams and how to get them”… till we ride the next topic: “sex at the adolescence”
I felt my face getting hot, my breath failing. He saw my reaction and laughed.
“Such a good subject,huh? Don’t be shy. It’s normal”. he said
“I don’t know how to talk about it.” I confessed
“What do you mean?” he smirked “are you a virgin?”
“Yes…” i said, blushing harder.
“Oh…i’m sorry.” his expression suddenly changed to surprised.
“it’s ok”
I looked at him, his eyes darkened and he stared my lips, biting his.
“Have you ever kissed a boy before?”
“Yes.” i answered shyly.
“Are you a good kisser?” he asked playfully. Where does he want to go with this conversation?
“I don’t know…I gues-” he cut me off putting his lips on mine. I frozen. Was that really happening?
His hands squeezed my waist, forcing me to lay down on the carpet. He placed himself between my legs and sucked on my lips. I moaned at the kiss, giving him chance to explore my mouth with his tongue. I felt my panties getting wet, but suddenly we heard the principal door opening.
“Darling? where are you?”
Damn it.
“It’s my mom” i told him, voice failing
We immediately stand up, pretending nothing happened.
“Oh, hi Kook! Are you doing homework?” she smiled at us.
“Yes” we answered. I was blushing and I hoped she didn’t realize.
She went to the kitchen and Kook looked at me surprised.
“You said she wouldn’t be here” he whispered.
“She shouldn’t be here… Something must’ve happened” i answered.
We finished our homework, my mind full of memories of what had just happened. What could we’ve done…?

When he left, i immediately went to my bathroom to relax. I took a long shower and laid down on my bed. I just laid, thinking about the kiss.
Some minutes after, maybe hours, i don’t know, my cellphone shook.
My heart stopped. He messaged me.
JK:*I wish we could’ve finished what we started*
How could he be so… “not shy”? What was he trying to do? maybe just use me.
ME: *Hm…me 2" i answered his message
He answered back almost immediately
*Jk: What would you want me to do?*
*Me: We could continue the kiss*
*JK: Hahaha. That’s all? Well, let me tell you what would i like to do to you*
My body was shaking, my heartbeats was so fast that it could stop.
He messaged me again a few seconds later.
*JK: I would kiss your neck, tracing my way down to your shoulder and then taking of your shirt. I would suck and lick your breasts… going down to your stomach. My hands would tease your thighs…*
Fuck! I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know how to answer. All i knew was: i wanted him. I needed him to show me. I could imagine his face while he was writing this dirty talk.
I felt my panties getting wet.
*ME: I would like it, too…“
JK: you’re very shy, little girl. I think you’re gonna be a challenge. Or not? Anyway i always win whatever i want"
*ME: and what you want?*
*JK: Can I be honest?“
*ME: …”
*JK: Now, all I wanna is hear you moaning my name*
My eyes darkened in lust. I wanted him so much.
*ME: So.. what would you do? keep telling me" i answered shyly
*JK: Oh no little guy
I don’t talk, I do.*
And there it was. My head was about to explode!
“Go to sleep little girl. Tomorrow is a new day (:” He said and the conversation ended.
But as he said, i went to sleep.


I woke up thinking about him. About his lips on mine. But it was time to school, i had to get dressed.
I put on my skirt and my shirt and waited for JungKook. When he came, I couldn’t look him in his eyes.
“Have a good day, kids” my mom told us.
“Thank you” Jungkook answered.
We made our way to school and then he placed his hands on my waist.
“So…Y/N. Did you Wake up well?” He asked laughing.
Little bastard.
“Y-yes”
“have you dreamed about me?”
Yes
“No” i said quickly
“No? Oh, i’m sad. I dreamed about you. Well, i was awake but who cares” he said
He dreamed about me? Was he serious?
“w-what did you dreamed about?” i asked shyly.
“I was fucking you” He said
I gasped. How could he… be so… sexy.
“And i pretend to make this dream come true” he added.
I looked at him, my face was completely red. These simple words turning me on. But what was i doing? we were just friends…
And we’d just met each other.
But i was liking it.
“Don’t be shy. I’m sure if you let me do this, you’ll like it. But i won’t do anything till you ask” he said
What did he mean with ask?
*************
“Now, Y/N and Jungkook, how is it going? i mean, your homework?” the teacher asked.
“It’s done, and we had a lot of fun. Right Y/N?” jungkook looked at me smiling.
I blushed. I knew what he was trying to do.
“Y-yes…”
“You’re done? Wow… ok. Come here and talk about what you guys wrote, please”
I didn’t say anything. He did all the part of talking. He was good. I would i could be like this. Fearless.

I was almost sleeping on my chair when the teacher told me: “Y/N, do you wanna go to the restroom to wash your face? Wake up! it’s not time to sleep”
I stand up and left. I washed my face, but when i was backing to the class, i saw him, leaned on the wall. The hall was completely empty. I frozen
“A-are you going to the bathroom?” i asked
He smirked.
“No. We are going to the bathroom” he said, pushing me back to the bathroom.
He locked the door behind him, and looked at me maliciously.
“What are you doing? They’re gonna caught us! We’re having class, the teacher will look for us” I almost screamed.
“Shhhh. If you don’t want to get caught, keep quiet. The class is almost finished.” He said closing the distance between us.
He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. His hand squeezed my waist and the other squeezed my ass. He lifted my skirt to have better access. I moaned, and he gave me an open-mouthed kiss. I sucked on his lips and he groaned.
“Don’t tease me, baby” he said. His mouth found my neck, licking and biting it.
“You’re so hot. I really want to fuck you right now, but as I said, i won’t do anything else.”
I brushed.
“D-don’t stop. Please” i whimpered.
“Don’t stop what?” He teased
“Keep doing that. Kiss me, take off my clothes”
He kissed me again and then whispered in my ear
“I really want to eat you out, but not here. Is your mom at home tonight?” he asked
“No”
“So wait for me. Tonight.”
He gave me a peck and left the bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror.
“That’s it. Tonight. You’re gonna lose your virginity”.


*Come here at 8:pm*
i messaged him.
I couldn’t sleep that afternoon, just thinking about what i was almost doing. Thinking about how that would be.
*Ok baby. Prepare yourself for me* he answered a few moments later.
Ok
I had already seen sex movies, read about sex and talked about it with my friends, but do it was completely different. I was nervous. But one thing I knew: I really had to prepare myself.
So i ran to my bathroom. I depilated all the excess hair from my body, my hair was washed, my bedroom was cleaned and I was ready. I needed to be ready.
“Daughter. I’m leaving. Take care of yourself. I’ll be back tomorrow morning. Love ya” My mom screamed at me from the door and left.
Ok.
I was trying to keep calm but it was almost time. Lose my virginity.
I sat down on the edge of my bed and breathed deeply. I waited for him. A few minutes later, i heard the bell.
It’s time.
Hi” i said shyly
“Hi baby. Won’t you invite me to come in?”
“Yes, sure. Come in. Let’s go to my bedroom” I said while guiding him.
I locked the door and he turned me around to face him. He kissed me deeply. My hands found his neck and my fingers pulled him against me. He groaned and squeezed my ass.
He grabbed the edge of my shirt and took it off with my bra.
I covered myself. I was so nervous.
“Hey, baby girl. Don’t cover yourself. You’re so fucking hot. Don’t you want me to lick your nipples?” he said licking his lips. I blushed harder but felt my pussy getting wet. I nodded. He squeezed my breasts and then sucked me off. I moaned, my nipples getting hard to him. He found his way down to my short and unzipped it. He took it off but not my underwear. I was just in my panties. He looked at my body.
“Y/N, I want to fuck till you forget your name” he said
“Then take me” i answered and he laughed sexily. Did i really say that ?
He kissed me again, lifting me up so my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his erection. He pushed me against the bed and started unclothing himself. I looked at his abs and tried not to moan. He caught me staring.
“You wanna touch me, huh?”
“Yes…”
He was completely naked, I looked at his incredible cock and gasped.
“Suck me off” he groaned “I’ll guide you”
I started sucking him, his hands wrapped my hair and he moved my head up and down. His cock was hitting my throat, making me gag.
He started moaning my name, and I sucked the tip of his dick, licking the pre-cum.
“Yeah baby…Taste me”
His words were turning me on; He stopped moving my head. “Lay down”
I did as he said and he started leaving kisses from my neck to my clothed womanhood. He took of my panties and placed himself between my thighs. His finger found my clit
“Look how wet you are…oh baby”
He inserted one finger inside me, making me gasp, but suddenly stopped. I whimpered.
“What do you want?” he asked
Please, don’t do it.
“You” I said
“What do you want me to do?”
I frozen. I was so shy i felt my face getting red.
“Sorry but if you don’t talk, i cannot know.”
“Jungkook please…”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me” I almost whispered.
“Huh? What was that? I didn’t hear you”
Little shit! Ok, if he wanted to see me like a slut, he would see.
“Fuck me! Fuck me right now!” i groaned and he laughed.
“As you wish” he said
He placed his dick at the entrance of my pussy and slowly entered me. I moaned.
He gave me time to adjust and then did thrust me harder. The pain was replaced by pleasure and I started moaning his name
“Yes baby, that’s it. Moan my name, let me know how good i am at fucking you” he groaned
Our moans echoed by the room.
“Fours” he said
“W-hat?”
“Just do it. Trust me” he said
I did as he said and he slapped my cheek ass.
“Damn it, girl” he groaned.
He placed himself behind me and wrapped my hair. He started fucking me again and all i could hear was his skin hitting mine. His pace got erratic, and I felt a strange feeling inside me. I liked it.
“I’m gonna cum, y/n” he moaned
“I think i’m going to cum, too” i said
And then I came. He did after me. My breath was failing. He laid down beside me and smiled.
“So…” he took a deep breath “Did you like it?”
“Yes” i said sincerely.
“When your mom is coming?”
“Tomorrow” i answered and his eyes shined.
“So, I think we have all the night to make my dream come true once more,huh?” he laughed
I looked at him, my eyes full of happiness.
I gave him a peck and smiled at him.
“As you wish, Jungkook”

Flour, Sugar, Chocolate Liquor

Title: Flour, Sugar, Chocolate Liquor 

Pairing: Akatani Mikumo/prototype!Bakugou Katsuki

Rating: Teen

Word Count: ~5,700

Summary: Pocky Day is today, and Katsuki is going to milk (chocolate) that for all it’s worth.

Author’s notes: This was written for @deads-on‘s Pocky Day open collab! I can’t draw for beans, so I opted to write a fic instead. I had an absolute blast working on this one! Getting to play around with inspiration borrowed from @ask-protoheroes was so much fun. And many thanks, as always, to my best friend @auspiciouswhiskers, for beta work and endless support.


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EXO WOLF: Reaction to when their mate is in high school and there are other wolves

Note: I decided to collapse the two together since they were practically the same. I hope you still enjoy it!


Xiumin: *Stalks you to make sure no other wolf is hitting on his mate*

*Under the table*
“Here’s your lunch jagi! You forgot it this morning”

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


Luhan: *Pretends to be a student*

“Tsk. I’m way better than all the wolves here.”

Originally posted by meiren-menglu


Kris: (You’re D.O) *Very protective*

“No, I’m not letting you go when I know that there are beasts in your school! You can get hurt!”

Originally posted by exoticstwelve


Suho: *Lot’s of pep talks*

“Do well in school okay? Hand in your homework on time, try your best, study and please, please, please be careful.”

lol he’s practically your second mom

Originally posted by hyungwonk


Lay: *Tries to help you study… but you end up teaching him things instead*

“So… we need to divide?”

Originally posted by laygion


Baekhyun: *Makes sure that you love him and only him*

“But none of them are hotter than we right ;)”

Originally posted by adoringdo


Chen: *Knows you have to do homework*

“Haha you have to do homework!”

Originally posted by n0thing1shere


Chanyeol: *Would want to meet the other wolves and probably become friends with them*

“I want to meet your friends jagi!”

Originally posted by r-velvets


D.O: *Proud but…*

D.O: Awee, my jagi is so smart! Wait… there are other wolves too? 
Let me just kill a few people

You: Hmm? What was that?

D.O: What? Oh nothing…

Originally posted by glamourpcy


Tao: *Encouraging wolf bf*

Okay, but if anyone is ever picking on you or hurting you, you know who to call okay baobei?”

Originally posted by kim-jongmin


Kai: *Also protective*

“Be careful and don’t let anyone hurt you. If they do, I’ll claw their eyes out.”

Originally posted by sehunoh


Sehun: 

“I’m probably smarter than all of them. You should just stay home and let me teach you. Just saying”

Originally posted by sehunicorne


Hope you liked it! Sorry for the wait ~

-Celina

[Miraculous Ladybug]: Good Old Fashioned Meddling

a little late with Week 2 of @thinkoutsidethelovesquare but i really really wanted to do a re-write of the Zoo Scene from Animan with a few rare pairs, so i hope this is a fun little piece for you all 

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Good Old Fashioned Meddling
Pairings: Alyadrien (Alya x Adrien), Chlolya (Chloe x Alya), Chlonette (Chloe x Marinette)
Summary: A rewrite of the Zoo Scene from “Animan,” except Adrien is coaching Chloe through a date with Alya and Marinette’s curiosity can’t keep her from eavesdropping.


Good Old Fashioned Meddling


“Just so you know, Alya’s never going to fall in love with you if you keep glaring at her like that.”

Chloe’s eyes widened as she quickly grabbed Adrien’s shoulders and pulled him behind the pile of gym equipment she was currently hiding behind. “Are you some kind of an idiot? Can you not make me look so obvious? For Christ’s sake….”

Adrien smirked. “You’re worried about me making you seem obvious? You’re spying on her from across the courtyard with this look on your face like you don’t know whether you should punch her or go up and talk to her.”

She rolled her eyes at Adrien and carefully peeked out from her hiding spot, watching Marinette and Alya sitting on the steps in the courtyard and laughing over the horoscopes in the latest issue of Le Mode. “I’m….observing her. For….blackmail material.”

“You know, I’m kind of offended that you think I’m that stupid,” Adrien told her. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. Alya’s a pretty girl and she certainly has the attitude to keep up with you. I totally understand the appeal.”

“There’s no appeal ,” Chloe hissed out. “She’s objectively awful. It doesn’t matter that she’s gorgeous or that she’s been featuring in an ongoing series of some very confusing but strangely satisfying daydreams. The mere suggestion that I’d be staring at her from across the room like a lovesick idiot is frankly the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Adrien raised a brow and let her stew in her denial for a few long seconds. “…so are you going to admit that you like her so that I can help you, or are you gonna keep pining from fifty meters away?”

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Lay younger brother headcanon
  1. Sweetest brother in the whole universe
  2. Expect the first gifts from him to be unicorns
  3. Always so curious this boy
  4. “Mom? Who’s that boy who’s always hanging out with Y/N?”
  5. With time he’d learn that there are things that your parents shouldn’t know
  6. “Can you help me with my homework? I don’t understand this…”
  7. He’d probably have a tons of girls crazy over him and wouldn’t even notice
  8. Always tries to make you proud
  9. “I love you sis, you are the best!”
  10. He’d be cutely protective 
  11. How’s that little guy so talented with music, always a mystery
  12. You’d enjoy to hear him play, specially in those sad moments we all have
  13. “You can do everything sis! I believe in you!”
  14. Sometimes you wonder how he’s still alive, he’s always so careless and distracted
  15. Probably because of you though, you are always watching over him, even when he doesn’t know
  16. He’d be your best friend, even if he doesn’t know it
  17. He’d come to you bed at night when he has a nightmare
  18. Sometimes, he’d be like your shadow; follow you everywhere.
  19. He just loves his big sis
  20. His happiness is your happiness.
Mark Drabble

Anonymous asked: Can I request number 8 and 100 with Mark? Thanks

8- You do realise that’s my hoodie right?’

100- You’re so clingy… I like that

Genre: Fluff


You lay on your boyfriends bed, snugging your face into his hoodie. You loved the smell of him, it was comforting, almost reminded you of home. You probably owned about five of his hoodies now, sometimes he’ll offer you them, other times you stole them in secret, just like this one.

‘Y/N? Where are you?’

Mark yelled from the down the stairs, you lifted your head out of the fabric and instead just held it closely in your arms. You could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs and make their way towards his room. He opened the door and let out a small laugh whilst shaking his head at the sight of you holding his hoodie so tight.

‘You do realise that’s my hoodie right?’

He said and sat down beside you.

‘Of course I do, that’s why I have it.’

You said, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head then started playing with your hair, probably making an absolute mess of it. You two sat there relishing in each others company for a few minutes before it was rudely interrupted.

‘Mark! Play games with me!’

‘Mark! Help me with this!’

‘Mark! Do my homework!’

Multiple screams were heard downstairs from the dream kids, making both you and Mark sigh. He started to get up but you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back down. You pouted at him and kept tugging at his sleeve, refusing to let him go.

‘Come on Y/N, we can both go.’

He smiled at you and attempted to get up again, yet you weren’t having any of it. He sighed again and tried to think of any possible answer that would make you get up.

‘I’ll give you a piggy back.’

He said suggestively and you thought about it for a while.

‘Okay but I’m wearing your hoodie.’

‘Deal.’

He said and you pulled his hoodie over your shirt. Mark finally got up and crouched down slightly to allow you to get on his back with ease.

‘Y/N you’re so clingy… I like that.’


This is probably the shortest one yet, I’m so sorry anon if you didn’t like it!

School’s nearly over and I’m actually over the moon, a whole 8 weeks off meaning I can spend so much time writing stuff for you guys! Writing is really fun so don’t ever feel like you’re being a burden by requesting, the more requests the better! Speaking of requests, they’ll be opening again soon! Edits, fake texts and NCT drabble requests will always be open however so please go ahead and request~

We love you all so much <3

~Admin Stroni~

anonymous asked:

okay but like, do you think Peter rocks when he does his homework or is listening to music or something. I gotta know. Is he a hand flapper? talk to me about my autistic buddy spidey. I gotta know my boys stims. (p.s. Im trans and my name is Peter and your blog is legit my favorite. Like geez, you're great. if I could send finger gun emojis on my laptop I would)

okay so peter totally stims by rocking a lot without thinking, taps his feet, jiggles his legs, clicks pens. he likes tangles, and one time tried to make a tangle out of webbing but it just stuck to his hands which was really unpleasant. similar to the pen clicking, he’s big on buttons and switches so he really likes those fidget cubes that have a different button/switch in each side. he’s not big on spinners, but he’s annoyed they’ve become trendy with neurotypicals. because now they’re banned from his school to prevent distraction, even though actual people on the spectrum really need them

he’s big on textural stims and enjoys having plush toys around the apartment to run his hands over, and keeps a small one in his bookbag for school. he flaps his hands A LOT and most people in his life are used to it now, but he tries not to do it on patrol bc he gets insecure that criminals will think he’s odd. even though they’re criminals. he’s found that swinging around as spidey is a great way to stim and he’s happy he discovered it, it gets all the energy out of him. he also finds shooting webs is a good stim too, bc when the webbing leaves the shooter it sends a jolt up his arm which is Satisfying As Fuck

empty eyes - 3/3 [KHR]

- Promise -

“Tsuna-kun, where did you get this jacket?” Nana lifts the jacket Ricardo gave him the day before up. Tsuna pauses mid-bite, suddenly remember he hadn’t given the man his jacket back before rushing inside yesterday. He should fix that today.

“A friend gave it to me yesterday,” Tsuna says. “His name’s Ricardo. He’s nice, Mom!”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you made a friend, Tsuna-kun. I’ll dry the jacket, and you can return it later on once you get Ricardo-san’s address, okay?”

“Okay!” Tsuna agrees. “I can ask him.”

Iemitsu, previously absorbed in his food, seems wary of the jacket as Nana tucks it over her arm and walks out to the clothes line. “Say Tunafish, what’s this Ricardo fellow like?”

Tsuna ponders the question. “Well… he’s really tough-looking. And he does this a lot,” he arches an eyebrow in an imitation. Iemitsu’s mouth twitches and he hastily covers the smile.

“What’s he look like?”

“Tall, long hair, pretty red eyes–”

“Red eyes?” Iemitsu interrupts, and there’s alarm in his voice. “Tsuna, are you sure?”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a fic about a first year hufflepuff who is aro/ace thinking they are broken and then found by Dumbledore, crying over a potions book.

TW: internalized aro/acephobia

They could fix it. They knew they could. They could find the spell that would make them understand why cooties had been so scary a few years ago. They could find the spell that would make them catch up to their friends in dating people for a day and starting to look more at the pictures of wix in the zines instead of the games. They could find something that would make sure they were interested in dating by next year, where the slightly older kids seemed to all be hooked up.

Their best bet was potions. They hadn’t heard of any spells that changed emotions. Only looks. And they needed something more. So potions would have to do. “Maybe a love spell?” they murmured to themselves. After flipping through nearly the whole book, their heart began to sink. There was nothing even like a love potion in their meager book meant for first years just learning how to brew.

No! There had to be something. They started flipping back through pages, trying to maybe find two potions they could merge together for the intended fix. Boil removal was useless. Maybe a forgetfulness potion could make them forget how they didn’t feel? Did that even make sense? Wideye potion - also useless unless they wanted to die from never ever sleeping. Herbicide potion. No, they weren’t a plant and they were also already broken. “No, no, no, no, no!” they shouted in dismay. Nothing would do. Nothing would fix them.

Before they knew it, their face was wet and they were staining pages on their textbook. Merlin, they were too old to be crying! “Stop it,” they choked out.

The denial nor the command would stop the tears, though.

And in the abandoned classroom, bent over their textbook to hide their face, is where Dumbledore saw the yellow-clad source of the noise. A sobbing first year. Nothing new for Dumbledore. You get many homesick kids at boarding school. You also get kids whose home education was lacking and are suddenly overwhelmed by their workload, bullying problems, and even simple misunderstandings causing tears. Dumbledore had been doing this for quite a long time now, though, and these tears seemed quite a bit more serious than homesickness or being overwhelmed by work.

“Well, this is a sad sight,” Dumbledore said, making his presence known. “One your age should not be troubled by concerns so harsh as you seem to be.”

A hiccup interrupted the sobs, as the startled first year looked up towards the intruder.

“Headmaster!” they said, scrambling to their feet in what Dumbledore imagined was meant to be either a display of strength or respect. They furiously wiped at their tears, trying to hide their perceived shameful actions from the professor in charge of the school.

Dumbledore smiled kindly. “You might be surprised to learn that I cry, as well. Sometimes I even sit down in anticipation of a good cry. It has a habit of making us feel better after having done it.” He offered a clean hanky to the Hufflepuff child.

“I- I wasn’t,” they said. “I was just…”

“Hm, doing some potions homework?” Dumbledore asked, nodding down at the book.

The child’s face went red as they tried to hide the book behind their back. “Umm -”

“Or perhaps some - ah, extra credit?” Dumbledore provided.

Perhaps Dumbledore’s reputation preceded him, or perhaps the young one just needed someone to take an interest.

“I’m… Well, there’s something wrong with me, you see,” they said, spitting out the word wrong as if just saying it would make things worse.

“Sick? Hurt? Could you not find the hospital wing?” Dumbledore asked.

“No… Something. Something inside of me.” Dumbledore waited patiently. “I think my friends are… they’re starting to like, like like other people. But I - I don’t think I do.”

“I thought you said there was something wrong with you,” Dumbledore prodded further. He knew they’d hit the crux of the problem, though.

“There is!” they exclaimed. 

“Because… you are different?”

“Because I’m wrong!”

“What makes you wrong?”

“I - I - well, I should…”

“Says who?” Dumbledore asked, peering over the top of his half-moon glasses.

“I…” The child’s face became thoughtful. “I just don’t want to be left out.”

Dumbledore smiled and reached out a hand to put on the first year’s shoulder. “There are many things in life that make us different. The way we look, the food we like, the clothes we prefer, the books we read, the spells we’re best at… Too many things to list, unless you want to be here all night.” The Hufflepuff snorted softly. “Unless something you like or are doing hurts someone else, there is nothing wrong with these differences. They’re what make us so interesting. There will be plenty of things in life that you like that your friends do not and vice versa. But you will know who is really your friends because they will accept you all the same. In fact, they might find your differences the most interesting parts of your friendship.”

“I never thought about it like that, I guess,” they replied softly, still internally debating.

“If you find yourself still upset over this, you should talk to Professor Sprout. I think you’ll find that she understands how you feel, and maybe you won’t feel so alone,” he said, knowing Pomona took great care in being a mentor to the young mogai students of her house, knowing he might have just found one.

After a few moments of silence, the Hufflepuff finally looked Dumbledore in the eyes. “Thank you, Headmaster,” they said, their voice so young but their words genuine.

Dumbledore removed his hand from the shoulder. “Off you go, then. I suspect you do have some potions homework you were meant to be doing. If you hurry, perhaps you might catch your friends before they put their homework away so they can help you.”

With a panicked and slightly serious look, the child nodded and dashed off. Dumbledore shook his head in amusement and wandered back off down the hall, taking his time.

~Hufflepuff Mod

Within Closed Doors

Sub Jungkook smut

These don’t exist so I decided to write my own even though this is my first time writing smut and it’s probably really shitty but it’s ok.

Warnings: use of blindfold, orgasm denial , crying

This is also gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it! :D

Originally posted by mayfifolle


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Spiderman Lingerie (Peter Parker x Reader

(Not my GIF)

Warnings: Mild Sexy References, 

Word count: 850+ 

My friends and I were hanging out as usual, but, it was one of my older cousin’s hen’s night… Sure she was only 24, but she wanted to get married early, and she had found the right guy who she had been with for ages.

As for me though, I had a boyfriend… We went to the same school for ages before I had to move, due to parental issues- I still managed to spend time with him and we just recently moved in together, we were going strong.

At school, Flash was jealous, he claimed that I was his because he had a crush on me for years, not just any crush, but a weird, creepy, stalker crush; Peter always looked after me, all the time but especially when that happened.

Peter was totally okay with me going out, sometimes it was hard because of the homework and assignments that he’d stay up late doing- as well as him being Spidey-boy; he used to make up excuses about it, that ‘it was the Stark Internship Program’ or he 

We didn’t really have much time lately, we weren’t as close or affectionate as before and now… it was different; I had tried multiple things but nothing was working.

I was ahead in my homework most of the time, I had nothing to do, so that helped - but Pete had so many extracurricular activities that he did, it was something alright.

All my friends- after a night of intense fun and drinking – we had something in mind, to buy lingerie.

Now, I wasn’t usually the type of person to spend my hard-earned cash on something as stupid as some lingerie- especially for someone else… But I thought, why not? It might work and plus, I needed some new inner garments.

One pair caught my eye, they were Spiderman themed, not to scandalous or revealing, but just enough to be interesting- or to show a little skin. 

This was going to be fun… well, at least that’s what I had hoped.

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