this is what i got done in class

I debated for months whether to share this adult!Drarry piece or not, I personally am not a fan of how it turned out, but since I’ve got no new art to post at the moment, I thought I’ll throw this out there because what do I have to lose, right? :D So here you go! ♥

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WW2 Veteran Comes out as Transgender aged 90

A WW2 veteran has come out as transgender at the age of 90 and is happy to finally be receiving female hormone treatment.

Patricia Davies says she knew since the age of three that she was a woman but lived in fear of how people would react for decades until doctors changed her medical records to “female” last year.

Even though she had opened up to her late wife about her feelings in 1987, who bought her jewelry and dresses to wear in secret, she remained living as Peter after receiving abuse from people in the street and fearing “electric shock treatment”.

The retired industrial photographer, who served in the army between April 1945-1948, has a distant aunt who once lived to 104 years old so hopes she has “similar genes” to keep her going so she can now enjoy life as a woman.

Patricia, from a village in Leicestershire, said: “It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I was living a lie.”

“I have been keeping quiet. I have slowly started to tell some of my neighbors. Everybody said ‘don’t worry, as long as you’re happy.”

“I’ve known I was transgender since I was three-years-old.”

“I have always been attracted to women but not in a sexual way. I’m not gay. My attraction to women was that I wanted to be like them. I would have liked to be like the pin-ups.”

“I was never totally unhappy. I always made the most of things and looked on the bright side of things. I’ve always had a wicked sense of humor.”

“Because of the general hostility of people I kept quiet. It wasn’t until recently that I felt safe to come out and I felt an overwhelming desire that I wanted to break free. So I came out and I’ve not regretted it.”

Patricia served in the army from April 1945 until April 1948, leaving when she was 21 and getting married only a few months later.

During her time in the armed forces, she served in the Far East, India, East Africa and Palestine.

Patricia said: “You took your life in your hands in the army. I lost a couple of mates and had a close shave myself.”

“I had to keep my mouth shut about being transgender, you couldn’t flaunt that as that would have been a disaster.”

“Transgender wasn’t really known in those days. I would have been classed as homosexual, which would have caused problems in the army. I would have ended up in prison. But I got through it.”

“But it was alright overall and I feel quite proud having served during the war and having done military service, in particular during the trouble in Palestine.”

“Perhaps Hitler got news I had joined in April 1945 and gave up. That’s what I like to think.”

“I feel quite relieved, quite happy. [The best thing about coming out] is being accepted as a woman. That has been something I’ve wanted all of my life.”

“If people don’t like what they see then I don’t care but no one seems to be causing me any trouble. Nobody questions it though. Nobody seems to bat an eyelid, they accept me as I am.”

“I’ve been made most welcome in the societies. I think people will benefit from being educated on this a bit more.”

THE SIGNS AS LORDE LYRICS

Aries:  We gladiate but I guess we’re really fighting ourselves. Roughing up our minds so we’re ready when the kill time comes. Wide awake in bed, words in my brain, “Secretly you love this do you even wanna go free?” - “Glory And Gore”

Taurus:  We’re never done with killing time. Can I kill it with you, ‘til the veins run red and blue? We come around here all the time, got a lot to not do. Let me kill it with you. - “400 Lux”

Gemini:  Baby be the class clown, I’ll be the beauty queen in tears. It’s a new art form showing people how little we care. We’re so happy, even when we’re smiling out of fear. - “Tennis Court”

Cancer:  My mother’s love is choking me. I’m sick of words that hang above my head. What about the kid? It’s time the kid got free. - “The Love Club”

Leo:  There’s nothing I want but money and time, million dollar bills and a tick tick tick tick. There’s nothing more cruel than only nine lives, a limit in spite will do the trick trick trick trick. - “Million Dollar Bills”

Virgo:  Cola with the burnt-out taste. I’m the one you tell your fears to.
There’ll never be enough of us.
- “Buzzcut Season”

Libra:  Dancing around the lies we tell. Dancing around big eyes as well.
Even the comatose, they don’t dance and tell.
- “Team”

Scorpio:  This dream isn’t feeling sweet, we’re reeling through the midnight streets. And I’ve never felt more alone. It feels so scary getting old. - “Ribs”

Sagittarius:  Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk, making smart with their words again, well I’m bored. Because I’m doing this for the thrill of it, killing it, never not chasing a million things I want. - “Tennis Court”

Capricorn:  All work and no play, let me count the bruises. All business all day, keeps me up a level. All work and no play, lonely on the new shit, yeah. - “Still Sane”

Aquarius:  Raise a glass, ‘cause I’m not done saying it. They all wanna get rough, get away with it. Let 'em talk 'cause we’re dancing in this world alone, world alone, we’re all alone. - “A World Alone”

Pisces:  You’re the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids. And laughing 'til our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough. - “Ribs”

A Legal Affair | 01

Min Yoongi | Comedy | Fluff | Angst | lawyer!yoongi | ceo!yoongi 

❝Getting married to your college sweetheart isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, getting divorced from him is even worst.❞

a/n: this is one of my comissioned works lol ive been trying to get this out there asap bc it was only supposed to be 3k but i went over as usual dckjdnckdjn!!! the other part SHOULD be coming later today!!! i hope u like it akcjndckdjnc also i was supposed to post it on a private blog but my commissioner was nice enough to share :,) 


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I Got You On My Mind [Part 6]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After regaining some of your memories, you and Jungkook finally face the truth.

Word count: 1.9k words

Originally posted by jungxook

When Jieun came home, she found you sitting on the floor. Your eyes were red, but your tears had dried long ago. Jieun regarded your blank expression with concern, immediately dropping to the ground to check on you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jieun asked frantically, looking at your body for injuries. “Did you hurt your leg again? Why are you crying?”

You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling more tired than upset. Jieun’s flittering hands stilled, as if she sensed that something was off.

“Y/N?”

“I remember now, Jieun,” you said. “I remember what happen that night, and what happened after. I know that you and Jungkook were a thing, and that he rejected me right away.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Jieun whispered, her own eyes watering. “I didn’t want to upset you or confuse you. It hurt you so much the first time, I didn’t want to see you go through it again.”

“I just don’t understand,” you replied, your voice strained with frustration. “Did you like him? Do you still like him? Is that why you tried to hide your relationship with him from me?”

“What? No! No, of course not,” Jieun exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise. “I mean, I did have a bit of a crush on him, but our relationship was just physical. It ended as soon as you two figured out that you’re…you know, soulmates.”

“But I’m still confused,” you said, trying to hold off another wave of tears. “Jungkook said he wanted nothing to do me. But now he’s so sweet. He’s like two different people, and I don’t know which one is the real him.”

“Just talk to him,” Jieun smiled, rubbing your back gently. “He’s not as bad as you remember. I’m sure the person Jungkook is with you now is the person he wishes he was when you first met.”

“Still, why was he so cruel in the beginning?” you asked helplessly. “I don’t know if I can forgive that.”

“Only Jungkook can answer that,” Jieun replied softly. “Promise me you’ll talk to him, okay?”

You nodded, realizing that Jieun knew much more than she let on. She helped you to your feet and led you back to the couch. You decided you wouldn’t press her for more information, because in the end, you would need to talk to Jungkook eventually.


Even though you had decided to talk to Jungkook, you hadn’t been able to muster enough courage to confront him. He had no idea that you had regained your memories, so he was contacting you like usual. But when you picked up your phone to reply, the events of your first encounter flashed before your eyes. Every time that happened, you put your phone down and tried to ignore your heavy heart.

So, to put it simply, you had been ignoring Jungkook for the past week.

You had several unread messages in your inbox from Jungkook. Surely Jungkook was so popular, he wasn’t used to be ignored. The texts started coming less frequently, and you wondered if they would eventually stop all together. You figured–albeit guiltily–that if Jungkook really wanted company, he could find another girl.

One Thursday afternoon, you were reading through some notes sent to you by a classmate when you heard Jungkook’s thoughts whispering in the back of your head. You jumped, growing unaccustomed to your soulmate’s presence after such a long period of silence.

“Why isn’t she talking to me?” Jungkook thought, and although it was quiet in your mind, you could hear the worry in your voice. Your heart panged, and you felt bad for assuming the worst of Jungkook. Clearly, he was still thinking of you. “Did I do something wrong again?”

Again.

No, not again. The first mistake was hurtful enough. But of course, Jungkook had no idea that you remembered what he had done. You wanted to scream at him–make him hurt as much as he had hurt you. But you also just wanted to see him again, because you had grown to love the caring side of Jungkook that he had shown you.

“Maybe her condition got worse,” came Jungkook’s next thought, which sounded even more alarmed than the last. “I should stop by. Yeah–I’ll go after class.”

You jumped to your feet, wavering as you tried to catch your balance. Reaching out for your crutches, you hobbled out of your room and into the living room, where Jieun was playing guitar.

“Jieun!” you screeched, making her jump.

“Oh my god!” Jieun squealed, placing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Why are you screaming at me?”

“Jungkook’s coming here after his class is over,” you hurried to explain, your words overlapping in your haste. Still, Jieun understood what you were trying to say.

“Oh, so do you need me to leave?” Jieun asked, setting aside her guitar. “I can disappear for an hour or two.”

“No, no! Definitely do not leave,” you squeaked desperately. “I’m not ready to see him! I need you to cover for me. Tell him that I’m not home and that I forgot my phone here.”

“What? Y/N, are you avoiding him?” Jieun demanded, her face growing dark. “You promised me that you would talk to him! Ignoring your problems won’t make them go away.”

“I know, I know!” you replied. “And I will talk to him, but I’m just not ready yet. I need time to process everything so that I can face him properly. I don’t want to get upset and ruin things forever.”

Jieun’s face softened at your obvious fear, and she sighed. “I understand why you’re scared, but you should trust Jungkook a little bit too,” she argued. “He’s shown you that he’s a good guy, right? I get why you’re so hesitant, believe me. But I’m also seeing this from Jungkook’s perspective, too.”

“You’re my friend, be on my side!” you whined. Jieun rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, don’t do that. I’m doing what’s best for you,” Jieun said. “Even though you don’t want to talk to him now, in the long run, you’ll be thanking me for making you two work out your problems.”

“I’ll thank you even more if you cover for me this one time,” you said, on the borderline of begging. “I swear I’ll talk to him after, Jieun! I just need a little more time. I’m really not ready to see Jungkook.”

“Fine,” Jieun sighed, falling back onto the couch in frustration. “I’ll cover for you this one time. You can go hide in your room or whatever.”

“Thank you so much, Jieun!” you cried. “I love you so much! You’re the best.”

“I know,” Jieun laughed. “And I’m assuming you ignored all of Jungkook’s attempts to contact you up until now?”

You looked away guiltily.


When Jungkook knocked on the door, you were hiding in your room. Your bedroom door was left slightly ajar, so if you peeked through, you could see the foyer. Jieun approached it, glaring at you as she did. You sent her a thankful smile.

Jieun opened the door, but you couldn’t see Jungkook.

“Oh, Jieun,” Jungkook said. You missed the sound of his sweet voice–you could admit that. “Is Y/N around? I haven’t heard from her since I saw her last week.”

“No, she’s not around,” Jieun replied easily. “Y/N had to spend the week with her grandparents, because they got really worried when they heard about the accident. And she was dumb enough to leave her phone at home.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said, sounding surprised. It sounded like a valid excuse, and you were a little shocked that Jieun was so good at lying. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell me earlier.”

“It’s because she didn’t know that she would be leaving until her grandparents showed up,” Jieun answered. She continued a bit sheepishly, “Actually, I was supposed to tell you that she would be out of town. I guess I forgot.”

“Yeah, guess you did,” Jungkook replied dryly. Jieun just shrugged and sent him a carefree smile. “When will she be back?”

“Sometime next week,” Jieun said. You gulped, realizing that she was giving you a deadline.

“Alright,” Jungkook said slowly. He sounded like he was getting ready to leave. “Thanks, I guess.”

Jieun began to close the door slowly. You exhaled in relief, feeling your body deflate. I can’t believe that worked, you thought. Jieun should have been an actress.

“What the fuck?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly thundered. Jieun jumped, backing away from the door. Jungkook burst through the foyer. “Why are you lying to me?”

“W-what are you talking about?” Jieun stammered.

“Y/N, where are you?” Jungkook called out, ignoring Jieun completely. “I know you’re here. I can hear you thinking right now.”

Oh shit.

“Yeah, oh shit is right,” Jungkook snorted. He scanned the apartment, finally settling on your bedroom door. He saw your face peeking through, and he smiled slightly and began to approach you.

Accepting your fate, you pulled yourself to your feet and opened the door, clutching the doorframe for support.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Jungkook asked once he stood in front of you, the hurt clear in his downtrodden expression. “Did I do something to upset you?”

“Yeah, you did,” you replied tiredly.

“What was it?” Jungkook questioned, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, if I did. I thought you had a good time with me last week.”

“I did,” you smiled. “You’ve been really great since the hospital. You helped me a lot, and you’re fun to be around.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Jungkook asked, cocking his head adorably in confusion.

“It’s what happened before then,” you said simply.

Jungkook paled, his mouth opening slightly. His eyes lowered, and you could see his jaw clenching. He stood there quietly for a few moments, but eventually, he tentatively lifted his gaze to meet yours.

“You remember everything,” Jungkook said quietly. It wasn’t a question. He was biting his lip nervously, and you wondered why he was the nervous one when it was you who had been deceived all along.

“Not everything, but I remember enough,” you responded. You broke your eye contact with Jungkook, feeling overwhelmed. “I don’t understand you at all, Jungkook. Why are being so nice now?”

“It’s…it’s a really long story,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t justify what I did, but if it means anything to you, I regret everything that happened that night. I didn’t mean a word I said.”

“Then why did you say what you did?”

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Jungkook replied. “I can explain it to you if you’re willing to listen. I’ll tell you everything, I promise. And if you don’t want to see me after this, I won’t bother you ever again.”

“How do I know that what you’re saying is the truth?” you asked, looking at Jungkook for any signs of deceit.

“You’ll just have to trust me.”

You almost laughed–how could you trust him so easily again? But you remembered the boy who  had slept by your bedside in the hospital, and the boy who acted like you were the most interesting thing in the world. The boy who had promised to sing to you.

“Fine, I’ll listen,” you breathed.

- Girl in Luv

Ok…this took to long. I kind of lost inspiration for this series, but it’s back now! You can expect more regular updates. The story’s drawing to a close…so what do think is going to happen? Also heads up: no posts tomorrow night. We’re going to prom!!! Thanks for reading guys! Ya girl’s gonna get turnt!

Bless the amazing leader that is Kim Namjoon of BTS. Just a moment of silence. Then have that silence be SHATTERED by loud and appreciative love for this boy for those in the back who can’t seem to HEAR THE RAPMON STANS

Originally posted by ksjknj

I mean look at him, he manages to be so soft  APPRECIATE HIS DIMPLES PLEASE 

His dimples make my days better 

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Originally posted by hixtapexx

AND THNE THIS SIDE OF HIM MESSES ME U PPPP 

When it comes to his looks, he’s very good looking. Have you seen those dimples because damn. I still can’t believer there are people who say he’s ugly and it’s just so terrible. Espescially because he believes them?? Like no, this boy is beautiful on the inside and outside. Like all the members of bts, Rapmon is more than a pretty face. You’re doing amazing, sweetie. 

I mean, he composed and wrote a lot of music. Not just for his own group, but for other artist. That takes a lot of talent. I mean, I have tried to write music but that’s super hard. And then to see this boy do it with such class is amazing. diD yOu hEaR his sOnG Reflection?! I have to admit it was kind of hard for me to get into at first. bUT once I did, oh boy. Did I grow more attachted. I loved the message of his song and how candid it felt after looking up the translation. Appreciate how honest he is in his music please. Also how he wrote the lyrics of one of their best songs (and a personal favorite of mine), Spring Day. 

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

His voice and rapping solos are very distinct. I mean, I know a good portion of fans who instantly noticed his voice the best out of all the boys when they start out. ONe of his best moments could be when he wrapped What am I to you live

CAn we also talk about how great of a leader he is??? I mean, he knows english and I feel like it makes international business a bit easier for them as the other boys adapt more to english. He’s so caring to the other members and looks out for everyone. I know for a fact he helped Jungkook write his song Begin for the wings album, and that just warmed my heart. There are tons of more examples of his great leadership and that’s just the beginning of all the perfect examples.NOT TO MENTION THE BOYS’ HAVE A WONDERFUL BOND WHICH IS WONDERFUL AND A PART OF TAHT AMAZING BOND IS THEIR AMAZING LEADER  im sorry i have strong feelings  

Originally posted by bangtan

Namjoon is also very, very I repeat V E R Y intelligent and philosophical. I mean, he has an IQ of 148 for starters. But beyond a number, his intelligence speaks beyond what words can describe. He SELF TAUGHT himself English is a great example and he’s well on his way of learning Japanese. It also takes a lot of musical intellect to accomplish all the work he’s done within the industry. He was the top of his class, I believe during his high school career?? Rapmon also has all those deep thoughts about life which is a wonderful trait of his personality. I know this is a gif of our world wide handsome, but just a recap of that conversation Namjoon and Seokjin had during Bon Voyage. 

Originally posted by samwol

Back to Rapmonster, he’s got amazing fashion sense. If you say otherwise, YOU ARE LYING TO YOURSELF. I kid.. mostly

Originally posted by bexsblogposts

Originally posted by namjunhong

Oh yeah, I’ll also never forget how the “big and tough” rapping leader of BTS has an obsession of the Ryan bear from Line. He appreciates the finer things in life, let’s be honest here. 

Originally posted by rapnamu

I’m still pretty new to the fandom but I have heard that he’s been through some tough times himself. I don’t know for sure but look at him now. Leadermon has made a name for himself in something he’s passionate about. I also love how he really puts himself and his personal stories into his artform.

Rapmonster is a great leader to lead BTS. He has a gift when it comes to song writing. Amazingly intelligent and thoughtful. He’s honest. He deserves love from the fans he and the others have shown great appreciation for. You can have a bias for one member but please respect them. Honestly, he’s one of my bias in the group but I have a fondness for the others as well. You don’t have to stan him, but at least show and treat them with respect through all platforms. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

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its-the-tenerife-sea  asked:

Hello! I have an idea for the ficlet (feel better btw!). Okay: HS AU with popular!Dean and popular!Cas, they're those two annoying guys who make funny (but also obnoxious) comments in every single class, and make stupid, flirtatious remarks to each other like "Cas looks pretty hot today guys" or "I'm totally dating Dean, everyone" etc. Only thing is, they're secretly in love, but neither will admit it. I've had this idea for a while and I'd LOVE for a talented author to execute it.

Aaaahhh it’s been too long since I’ve done a High School AU and I’ve missed it. Thanks for this one and thanks so much for asking me to fufill the prompt! I hope I do it justice :)

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“Please take your seats quickly. I want to discuss your quiz scores so we can go over any questions you may have before the final test.” Ms. Mills said with a stack of papers clutched against her chest.

Dean stretched his arms above his head as he flopped into his usual seat on the third row, next to the wall so he could lean up against it in times of extreme laziness. He sprawled out accordingly, dropping his backpack to the floor and draping his letterman jacket over his seat until the air conditioning kicked in during the middle of class like it usually did.

“Hey, hot stuff.” Dean said with a nod as Castiel sat down in the seat next to him.

“Good morning, Dean.” Castiel said, barely looking up as he aligned his binder and world history book neatly on the small desk in front of him.

“How was that student council thingy yesterday?” Dean asked, popping a piece of gum into his mouth.

“Absolutely dreary without your shining personality to brighten all of our days,” Castiel murmured, completely straight-faced.

Dean winked as Ms. Mills began talking again.

“Some of you need to look at your notes from the beginning of the year again,” she said as she began passing back the quizzes. “And some of you need to remember that - if you want full credit on the final test - the answer to ‘What are the seven wonders of the ancient world’ is not ‘Castiel Novak’s Ass’ written seven times.”

She frowned when she got to Dean’s desk, dropping the paper on his desk as the rest of the class laughed.

Dean clicked his tongue and made a finger gun at Castiel with another wink.

“Really, Dean? Don’t be childish.” Castiel said, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “We all know that’s not true. I haven’t done any squats in at least a month.”

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Dirty thoughts

Pairings: Sirius Black x reader

word count: 3058

warnings: um, implied smut? 

A/N: I hope you like this, it came to my mind some days ago. English is not my first language and i am doing my best, so please whether you like it or not, please let me know. It’s really important because I want to become a better writer. :) ♥ Oh, and if you want a request feel free to ask, just know that it may not be up really fast due to my filled schedule :) 

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He was standing in front of me and was studying my shape. That made me nervous so I was looking at the floor. I felt those familiar rough and at the same time soft fingers slowly moving from the neck to my jaw, titling me head up in order to see him in the eyes. He smirked and got nearer, his skin barely touching mine.

“You have no idea what I am planning to do to you, sweetheart.”, his voice sent shivers down my spine after he whispered those words. Then his lips met my soft skin just below the ear. Moaning I tried to burry my hand in his raven black hair but the boy stopped me. Pushing me lightly I fell on the bed. He hovered above me and then I saw the desire in his eyes. I licked, then bit my lips at the thought what he can do to me.

“I’m all yours. Show me what you are capable of.”, I titillate him. That caused only a devilish grin. His hand ripped my shirt and within seconds his skillful mouth was exploring my curves…

“Come on (Y/N)! We must go!”, somebody shouted so loud in my ear that I fell on the hard floor.

“Are you crazy!? What the hell is your problem? You want me to become deaf or something?”, I screamed back.

“Well, you weren’t waking up so I had to do something.”, Lily, my roommate, said back, “Come on, dress up! We will be late for class.”, in response I groaned, not only my ass was hurting, but because she woke me up from my dream that was just becoming interesting. However, just as I saw the time, my almost wet dream popped out of my head and I started dressing. We had Potions and I didn’t want to get in trouble because of my dirty thoughts.

Somehow we managed to get in class just seconds before the teacher did.

“How is my sweetheart? Did she get enough sleep or she kept thinking ‘bout me?”, the familiar voice I had heard in my dreams asked.

“You are not so important to occupy my dreams.”, I looked at him with a smirk, trying to cover the fact that I was lying.

“You are hurting me, (Y/L/N)!”, placing his hand on his chest, where his heart was supposed to be, he acted as though he had been hurt, “Not caring about your boyfriend?”

“You are such a drama queen.”, I smiled.

“No, no, no! I’m a sexy drama queen.”, his façade as a hurt child continued.

“Well, here I cannot quarrel.”

“Oh, and…”, leaning closer to me he whispered, “You were indeed in my dreams last night.”

Those words immediately made my face turn red. I bit my lips and looked down, hiding my smile.

“You are so sweet when you are blushing.”, he stated as he placed his head on both his hands looking as a child admiring something, ”Oh, here you are blushing even more because of my compliments, which are actually true.”, that boy really didn’t know when to stop, “You are becoming as red as my tie sweetie, is it even possible?”

“Stop it, Sirius!”, he was right, I felt my face burning but at the same time I couldn’t stop smiling because of him.

“Why?”, my boyfriend asked simply while looking at me with an innocent look.

“I-um…I just wanna focus.”

“Yeah, sure.”, and with that our conversation finished. I was doing fine for the first five minutes. Then Sirius put his hand on my bare hip. My body immediately tensed. I was used to it, Sirius was really touchy and liked to show that I was his but this time it was different. I glanced at him but it seemed that he was interested in the boring lecture. I put all my efforts in trying to do the same, but Sirius’ hand was burning my skin. The only thing that was roaming in my mind was me, my boyfriend and some dirty things I’d never thought I would think of. I moved slightly so Sirius’ hand would just fall or something but that didn’t happen, he even moved it upwards. I bit my lip in order to stop the moan that was about to escape my mouth. That was it! I removed his hand, something I didn’t do and looked directly at the teaching trying to look as though everything he had been saying was so freaking intriguing. Yet I managed to catch Sirius’ head turning towards me. Usually I liked him touching me and now I hoped that this didn’t make him see that something was not alright.  

Sirius was staring at me almost the whole lesson and it was a torture, honestly. I didn’t want him to feel bad about that my hormones are ‘activated’. But thankfully the class finished soon.

“Hey, (Y/N), wha-”, as Sirius was about to turn and say something I stormed out of the room heading towards my next lesson – Transfiguration. The good news was that my sexy boyfriend had Herbology and I could focus without a problem. Ha, ha, ha! Guess what?! He was stuck in my mind. His simple movement filled me with desire and it was only 9 o’clock in the morning. That slight touch on my hips and bam I’m head over heels for him. Not that I wasn’t but this feeling was kind of new, it drove me crazy. And on top of this everything I did in class was wrong that I had my house with 15 points down. ‘That stupid bastard! Who gave him the right to affect me that way?! Idiot, fucking sexy idiot!’

We’d been dating for almost 8 months but sex was never a topic. Yeah, we did make sex jokes but only that. Something in me believed that Sirius knew this experience was unfamiliar to me and didn’t push me although he was probably suffering from not training his lil’ friend which made me love him even more. But now, somehow used to all the stress about the exams and homework my body finally decided it was time to get what it wanted. Sirius and I of course had passionate moments but only that.

The whole day I’d been trying to ignore him in order to reduce my feelings but as all my efforts through the day…nothing, I repeat nothing succeed. Again lost in my thoughts, searching for something that will occupy my mind I didn’t notice my boyfriend who was searching for me. He pushed me against the nearest wall and got me out of trance.

“We need to talk. Now.”, he stated slowly with his deep and sexy voice. I gulped nervously and as I tried to get out of that situation he stopped me with putting his hands on the wall so I won’t escape. I observed him remembering each detail. His shirt was enlacing his body so perfectly that his muscles were visible. The sleeves were rolled up just above his elbow. I bit my lips and continue my research. His jaw was clenched, and those soft and pinky lips were just inches away from me. Oh, I was dying to kiss them at that moment but did anything to hold that control over my body. And then, finally, his orbits. There was something in him, something in his eyes. If you ever meet that look, then you would understand what I mean. Those cold grey eyes had so much fire in them, fire that managed to ignite my cells, my body. I was burning from desire for those hands around me, those lips connecting with mine and sucking my soul out of my vessel. He was dangerous. Like a spark in a dry forest. Only one look and I was turning into ash, ash of passion and love.

“There is something.”

“What do you mean that there is something, Sirius?”, I tried to play dumb.

“You cannot lie to me, (Y/L/N) and you know that.”, he came closer and I tried to move backwards but the stupid wall was behind me. ‘Stupid Hogwarts teachers, why making a wall just there?!’

“You are wrong, honey. I’m fine.”, faking a smile had to make him believe me but that naïve dog with super senses could detect all my lies.

“Then why are you running away from me as though I am the devil?”

Those questions and that sexy provoking way of talking were getting me out of my skin.

“Maybe because you are!”, as I told that my eyes got wide.

“Have I done something?”, he asked simply.

“Yes, yes you did!”, crossing my arms I looked away.

“What is it?”

“You are hot and sexy and seductive and, urgh!”

“Wait, what?”, it seemed my statement confused him so I used the opportunity to escape. Just as he realized what I was doing he grabbed my hand and stopped me, “You are ignoring me because you find me attractive. Oh god, what a logic.”, he laughed.

“Don’t you dare laughing you idiot.”, I got out of his grip. Trying to look angry I began walking towards my next class. He tried to stop me but thank goodness the room was like 2 meters away and he didn’t manage to tell anything more. ‘What a bastard! How can he laugh about it? He has no idea how this situation is affecting me. Oh, he will regret this!’

The rest of the day went almost quietly. Sirius was nowhere to be seen. That calmed me down and I was able to concentrate on my homework and essays for tomorrow. As I was studying in the library someone say opposite me on the table. I looked up hoping it wasn’t Sirius. When I saw it was Remus I relaxed.

“Hi, Rem!”, I said with a bright smile.

“Hello (Y/N)! Can I sit?”

“Of course, why are you even asking?”, I took some of my books to make space for his belongings.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Just being polite.”

“Rem, I know you pretty well, no need to act as the good boy.”, I winked at him.

“What are you talking about? I am the most innocent person in the whole school, more innocent even from the virgins.”, he stated while laughing.

“Oh, do not be so sure.”, and here we went again, my desires unlocking again.

“Is there something in common with what Sirius had said?”, the boy asked as he opened his books searching for the needed information.

“What had he said? By the way, where is he?”

“Oh, he said and I quote ‘I am too hot and sexy and seductive for my girlfriend and I will give her some time without distracting her’”

“He what?!”, the anger filled me immediately.

“I, um-shit, shouldn’t have said it.”

“Where is he?”

“I-”

“Where is that little bastard, Remus?”, I should have looked really scary because the only response I got was a stuttering answer that my boyfriend was in his dormitory.

I collected all my things in fury and stormed out of the library. ‘Sirius! You better hope that I do not find you!’ Reaching the Gryffindor common room I said the password and got in. The only people there were Lily and James who stopped snogging as I entered. But I was too angry to think about how they finally became a thing.

“Where the hell is Black?”, I said though clenched teeth.

“Oh, um…”, they looked at each other confused then Lily answered, “In the boys’ dormitory.”

I threw my bag with the books on the coach and ascended the stairs. Seconds later I was in front of the door and almost ‘kicked’ it down. Sirius was standing in front of his wardrobe and when I showed with such rage his eyes widened. I entered the room without breaking an eye contact and locked the door.

“(Y/N)!”

“Sirius! I’m glad we know each other’s names.”

He tried to start a conversation but I stopped him.

“How is my hot and sexy and seductive boyfriend going?”

“Moony told you?”, he then continued doing what he was doing to wit untying his tie.

“Yes, he did!”, the view in front of me was so tempting which made even angrier and horny - a bad combination for a girl with raging hormones.

“I don’t understand why you are angry right now.”, he let his tie untied around his neck and looked at me smirking.

“You are making me insane right now.”

“And what are you gonna do then sweetheart?”, coming closer he sent me that challenging look. I grabbed him by the tie and pushed him against the door. Getting closer I whispered

“You won’t wanna know.” and then I attacked his neck with wet kisses.

“Wha- oh, shit.”, he moaned as I reached his weak spot just behind his year. Burying my hands in his soft dark hair I made him come closer so I can kiss him. It was hard to be dominant with such a giant. When our lips connected I felt that it was different than before. The kiss was rough and passionate. I bit his lower lip and used the opportunity to slide my tongue inside his mouth. Those strong arms I knew so well found their place on my ass. I jumped and wrapped my legs around him. Our tongues were fighting and he wasn’t about to surrender. Changing our position, he slammed me up against the wall and tried to gain control but I stopped immediately although I didn’t wish to. I unwrapped my legs and set foot on the floor. Sirius stood there amazed and maybe…shocked? I licked my lips and that lit the desire in his eyes. I saw my lipstick smudged on his lips which made him even hotter.

“I- woah, what just happened?”

“You saw nothing, Black.”, walking toward him he was backing up - that was the only thing his body could do at that moment. I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere, “You have no idea how many times I imagined doing this.” After that I pushed him so he landed on the bed. Holding his body weight on his elbow he looked at me puzzled. Honestly I had no clue where that confidence came from, especially knowing what was about to happen but I decided to indulge the feeling. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt throwing it on the floor. Then I slid my skirt down so slowly that caused my beloved boyfriend to groan at the sight. Removing my shoes I stood there only in my black laced bra and panties. Thanks god I was wearing the sexy set of underwear.

Sirius licked his lips and scanned my body. Believe it or not his friend immediately raised which made me chuckle. I hovered above my poor boy and looked him in the eyes. There was excitement, confusion and desire at the same time. Pushing him slightly so he would lay on the bed I positioned my legs from both sides of his body. Staying inches away from each other was killing us. He did want to do something but there was a thing stopping him.

“You used to be touchy. Is there a problem?”, I asked not even confused. Deep inside I felt everything was quite right.

“Moony and Prongs were right. You’ll be the death of me.”, chuckling he finally placed his hands on my lips moving them up and down, along my back and then back on my tights, “You just took my breath away, darling. I’ve never expected such an innocent girl to hide such a dangerous sex goddess.”

Those words made me do something. I’d never thought I could make him feel this way. Being the fuckboy of the school, well before we got together, always made me insecure about my body and abilities. I’d never felt good enough for that boy, and I kept telling myself I was just a toy. I was filled with fear of being rejected; being left from the boy I truly loved.  When we first met I found him too arrogant and cocky but with time passing I managed to look though that façade and see the poor boy, who was dismissed from his own family. A boy that had been hardly understood. A boy that wanted to hide his soft and vulnerable side. When I was with him he was himself, never hiding, never faking his emotions although he could do it pretty well.

My mouth was moving along his chest, stomach and right above his boxers. Sirius was a mess. Every time we had sex he was the dominant one, I’d never felt confident to do such a thing only because I thought I wouldn’t make him feel good. Apparently, I was wrong. Hearing my boy moaning me name was a pleasure for my ears. I licked a line from the bottom to his neck never breaking eye contact. He bit his lips and then threw his head back laughing.

“Oh, god!”

“What? Don’t have the strength to bear this?” , his grey eyes were looking at me dangerously and yet passionately.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”, instantly he put his hand on my head and draw me closer. Connecting our lips for a hundredth time that night, Sirius once again tried to dominant me.

“You won’t give me a chance, huh?”

“I want you so desperately that I cannot control myself, babe.”

As I reached my back to unclasp my bra, somebody opened, no, almost broke the freaking door.

“Sirius, I need to-”, James stopped in the middle of his sentence and in the middle of the room shocked. His eyes were moving from me to Sirius and back.

“(Y/n), what are you doing on top of Sirius?”, I was asked simply.

“What may I be doing on top of my boyfriend half naked, Potter?”

“Oooh”, the reality hit his face “You look sexy on him I can confirm.”

“Go away Prongs!”, I and Sirius both said and threw pillows at him.

“Okay, okay, I am leaving. Those little kids and their hormones… ”, he said while closing the door.

“Remind me to kill him later.”, we both laughed and then looked at each other.

“Now, where were we?”

Ghost Stories, part one

“You’re not what I expected at all,” muttered Peridot.

Pearl paused mid-weld.  It had been a few days since Peridot’s meltdown, since she’d contacted Yellow Diamond only to have her faith in the Homeworld hierarchy shattered.  Garnet had spent a day calming her down, and they’d returned to working on the drill, so things were sort of back to normal, but Peridot had barely spoken to Pearl since.  No smug superiority, no plaintive whining about her ideas, no backhanded dismissals of her ability (which had actually been few and far between since the robot fight, to Peridot’s credit.  The little gremlin was trying, and Pearl appreciated that.)

No, Peridot had just…stared.

Not while she thought Pearl was watching, of course.  As soon as Pearl glanced in Peridot’s direction, she’d pretend she’d been completely engrossed in her work, but nobody had ever taught Peridot how to be subtle.  It had really started to grate, but Garnet had asked her to give Peridot time to adjust, and so…well, she had.

But now Peridot was talking to her again.

Hummm.

Well, might as well.

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check please characters as things i've done, boring edition because y'all got some wild lives
  • bitty: enjoyed baking with my family members
  • jack: felt worried about living up to people's expectations
  • shitty: engaged in a friendly debate with my peers in my economics class
  • lardo: was proud of an artwork i produced
  • holster: sang along loudly to songs in the car
  • ransom: was really worried about a test, but got a 100
  • nursey: helped edit my school's literary magazine
  • dex: used some tools to fix a towel rack
  • chowder: enthusiastically enjoyed a nice croissant

here’s just a small list of study tips and tricks that i learned over the course of
attempting to take six ap classes all at once (don’t do that to urself pls):

  1. take notes - take all the notes! it doesn’t matter what way you take notes (cornell, etc.) it’s just a really nice way to make sure the material really sticks in your brain
  2. revise said notes - it’s all about beating the curve of forgetting; as long as your keep on revising and re-annotating your notes, you won’t need to super cram on test day. in addition to that, don’t highlight a dense block of text; underline, colour-code, and add notes to the margins. instead, if you just highlight like crazy, you won’t know what to focus on revising. not saying that highlighting is bad, just saying that overhighlighting is bad
  3. actually read the textbook - a lot of teachers assign pages of textbooks but i recommend reading the entirety of the textbooks and working through the examples. sure, it’s a little bit more work, but you end up with a well-rounded view of the topic/subject you’re studying (and i also find that a lot of teachers will skip important topics in the interest of time, so be sure to read the textbook so you don’t miss out)
  4. do all ya homework - so important! do the homework!!!!! you will not succeed if you don’t put in any effort and don’t do any of your work!!!!!!!!!
  5. if you have time do extra problems in your textbook - just for revision/practice!
  6. redo old hw assignments - this helps in revision, esp. in topics like math where you have to physically work out problems to understand concepts; you don’t get math by just reading the textbook, you have to physically DO problems
  7. maybe invest in a review book - it helps some people, but don’t completely rely on it; you still should read the textbook
  8. flashcards are the bomb - they help solidify learning and because of awesome apps like quizLIT (hehe) you can learn/revise on the go
  9. ask questions - the teacher wont bit your head off- they’ll be grateful that at least SOMEONE was paying attention in class
  10. pay attention to the teacher - if your teacher seems to repeat some terms over and over again take that as a hint to revise that, lots of teachers have really effective lectures too and its just a good thing to show respect to others too
  11. make metaphors/analogies for EVERYTHING - for example, think of the declaration of independence as a breakup letter or try to string together events like the revolutionary war together in a narrative style; this helps with memorization of factually-dense topics like the ones in APUSH
  12. study grps are aMAZING - very helpful 10/10 recommend and check out my post on this too
  13. call a friend - don’t be afraid to ask for help. seriously. we all suck at things and its our job to get better
  14. relax once in awhile - you don’t need to study 24/7 to succeed. study smarter, not harder and TREAT YO’ SELF
  15. on the subject of music - listen to music if it helps you, but if you find yourself drifting off or enthusiastically singing to BTS’s new comeback, you gotta stop girl
  16. sleep - don’t pull all-nighters unless you need to; studies show that sleep helps in the consolidation of memories, etc. so get that sleep! that way you’ll be happier and more in the mood to study - its a marathon, not a sprint
  17. find textbook companion sites - very helpful, they usually contain self-quizzes and generally if your teacher uses the chapter tests provided, you can better tell what types of questions will be asked
  18. revise your mistakes - don’t just discard that test with the 94%, make sure you understand what you got wrong so you don’t make the same mistake again
  19. actively hoard your papers - old papers/tests/hw are the best review fodder so don’t loose it!
  20. track your grades - be on top of it always! if you have a missing assignment or if a teacher put in the wrong grade DON’T HESITATE TO EMAIL THEM
  21. find other resources when your teacher sucks at teaching - khanacademy is amazing. enough said
  22. YOUR GRADES DO NOT DETERMINE YOUR SELF WORTH! repeat after me: GRADES DO NOT DETERMINE SELF WORTH!
  23. self-care is important - if your sad tired or angry, YOU WONT GET ANYTHING DONE so do yourself a favor and take a nap or watch a movie, idk
  24. figure out what works for you - i like the pomodoro technique but other people do different things so just do what works
  25. you’re fantastic and you got this
Lets Dance Pt. 2

Now that you and Tom aren’t enemies, he has a different idea for your relationship…

(2,350 Words)

Warnings: language, smuttity-smut-smut

A/N: I PROMISED THIS SO LONG AGO BUT I’VE HAD SO MUCH SCHOOLWORK AND I PROBABLY SHOULD’VE DONE THAT INSTEAD OF WRITING THIS BUT FUCK IT

Part One

Originally posted by sensualkisses

The next day, ballet was uncomfortable to say the least. Tom was always stealing glances, licking his lips and smirking at me whenever he got the chance. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only who noticed. Almost every silent interaction with him was followed by one of my friends putting an elbow in my side and giving me a ‘what the hell???’ look. I would simply shrug at them, unconvincingly telling them that I didn’t know what was going on either. Tom ruined my facade when he came up behind me after class, putting an arm around my waist and asking, “Same time tonight, love?” I could feel the heat in my cheeks rise from his hand on my waist and my friends’ eyes burning holes through me. 

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Haikyuu Fic Recs #2!

BACK WITH ANOTHER BATCH OF FIC RECS! Wow… I’m amazed with how many of these have E or M ratings… so just… make sure you read the tags and stuff… 

(Fics with a ♡ beside them are my 100% must-reads.)

Recs are under the cut, happy reading! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 

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My greatest friend ever

Hello! Tis I! Donald Trump protest girl here again with another fantastic story! (I gave a more explained version of that story on my blog)

So, it’s June! It’s pride month and I have a friend that is pansexual. I’ve known this guy since 5th grade and he’s basically become a giant meme over these years. So, today was the last day of school and what my friend did was he talked to one of his friends and told them to bring a gay flag to school today.

Now, what he did was he carefully tied it around his neck like a cape and just ran around school all day. He called himself gay man and promised to destroy all homophobes. His main reason for doing this was to piss off our math teacher that everyone in the school hates for various reasons.

Other things he has done was blast “Spooky scary skeletons” through his speaker on Halloween entering and leaving classes as well as play “smoke weed every day” on 420.

Basically, I got the greatest friend on this planet.

*outside of a bar*

Bill: *drunk and giggling* O-okay, I’ll-I’ll-I’ll *wheezing from laughter* I’ll call him.

Bill: *fumbling to dial Stan’s number*

Richie: Okay, when he answers you’ve gotta say something mean Bill.

Mike: This is a terrible idea.

Ben: *laughing and tipsy* shhhhh, Mike! It’s gonna be hilarious

Stan: *groggy and quiet* hello? Bill?

Bill: pfffft, haha.

Stan: Bill, what’s going on? It’s three in the morning?

Bill: I know, I’m supposed to insult you, hahahaha

Richie: Don’t tell him that! Just do it!

Bill: Stan you’re gay!

Stan: Bill I came out two months ago.

Ben: *falling over with laughter* Say something else!

Bill: Stan you-your-!

Mike: I’m so sorry Stan

Bill: YOU’RE SEXY

Richie: *facepalming*

Stan:

Mike:

Ben:

Stan: … Bill, um, what?

Bill: I thi-ink of-of you like Rich-Richie thinks of Eddie. Li-like real-really gay.

Mike: Oh dear. Bill give me your phone, you’re cut off.

Bill: Mike-mikey noooo. I’m-I’m te-te-telling Stan tha-that I’m in lo-o-ove with him.

*at Stan’s house*

Stan: *is having a heart attack*

Eddie: *wakes up* Stan what’s going on?

Bev: Bill just got done telling the class that he’s gayly in love with Stan

Stan: *still having a heart attack*

Eddie: cool *goes back to sleep*

*outside of a bar*

Bill: *has been drunkenly lamenting to Mike about how beautiful Stan is and what he’d like to do to him*

Richie: *covering his ears* LALALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU

Ben: *peeing on a tree*

Mike: Goddamnit. I’m friends with fucking animals.

In case anyone was wondering about the Polish immigrants, England thing i referenced in the previous post:

 Basically when i was living in the UK I was in a program that granted us living space in one of the most expensive areas of London, and we had a maid service that would come to clean every other day.  The entire staff of the maid service was Eastern European women, but the ones that specifically cleaned my unit were Polish and had severe difficulty with English. 

Because me and the people I was with had manners and were largely middle class Americans, we were all uncomfortable with the concept of just sitting there while someone cleaned around us. So we did this thing where, whenever the maids came, we would also get up and clean with them and then we would thank them for helping and tip them. 

At first they were ferociously uncomfortable with what was going on because I think they perceived us as thinking they were so bad at their jobs that they needed to be watched/cleaned up after. But one of my roommates got a polish/english dictionary and explained, and they were like really really touched?  But in that way that waiters get when you’re actually nice to them after hundreds of customers treat them like shit? which tbh was the first red flag but i was too American to realize it at the time. 

Anyway, we just kind of shrugged it off like whatever and kind of made friends with them.

Later on, I was hanging out with some people actually from London and I told the story about the miscommunication with maids to them as a funny “lol american behavior” story, kind of expecting them to just laugh. Or to agree with me that having maids was weird as a middle class person, but instead what I got was this horrifying tirade about how Eastern Europeans are coming illegally and stealing jobs and bringing crime

And suddenly, like getting slapped in the face, I realized that they were perceiving and reacting to these people exactly the way people in America do to Mexican immigrants. 

Like on every level.

Literally any blanket statement you’ve ever heard people in America make about Mexicans, I eventually heard someone English say about Eastern Europeans. It was disgusting, but also very illuminating. 

On the whole, it was so shocking to me, that my entire world view on “whiteness” shifted in that moment and I decided to do more research about it, and pay attention to the concept significantly more closely. 

The first thing I learned
is that (super basic) concept about “whiteness is ur skincolor!!!1!!” is an incredibly American perspective that really has more bearing in our short 250 year history, than literally anywhere or any time else on earth.

The second thing that I learned is that there are whole swathes of “white skinned people” who aren’t regionally considered white and are treated rather similarly (both socially and intersectionally) to the way POC are treated in America. 

The third thing I learned
is that even in America, whiteness is more complex than just “skin color” and that there was a literal slow pecking order of who got to “Become” white when in our history. And that most of our surface level race discourse is based on the lie that whiteness is inherent and physical, not recent, structural and granted. 

The fourth thing I learned was about the entire concept that one could “become white” is also attached to the concept that one could “lose whiteness”, which tbh is a little scary to me and I’m not even white myself. 

I am currently learning about “losing whiteness” in america and the roots of american racism (who decided this? why did they decide this? who benefits from this structure? what is a race issue and what is a class issue? How are ways to fix this? what are the negative aspects of the social positioning of whiteness on the working class as a whole? how can i improve my general discourse on this subject while being less focused on my American Perspective?)

I am almost done researching that, and I am starting to move on to class based struggle as it includes racism/xenophobia as a red herring, regarding obscuring the transfer of wealth from the general public to the hands of the few so if y’all got information on that send it my way.


Anyway, long story short, every day is a day to learn something new. 

Bat-Aunt: Part 5

Prompt: How Bruce Wayne’s life would have changed, with a little sister

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


The knock on the door pulls you out of your paperwork just long enough to say, “Come in.”

    Your pen only stops scrawling your signature when Barry Allen’s head pops in the door. “This a bad time?”

    You shake your head, and lay your pen down, “Not at all Mr. Allen. Please come in.” He does, taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk from you. Leaning back in your chair you ask, “How bad is it?”

    “They covered their tracks well. It was a pro. Left behind some things, but nothing I could get my hands on. GCPD took everything, and didn’t take too kindly to me being here. I think a call is probably going out to my chief.”
     You scowl, “They won’t make that call if they know what’s good for them. Wayne Enterprises donates more to the GCPD than anyone else. That comes with special perks.”

    Barry raises an eyebrow, and you wince, “That came out worse than it sounds. I only mean that whoever broke in took a very dangerous, and expensive material. One that could cause a lot of harm, I need it found.”

    He smiles, “For the good of Gotham, or before your brother sees the news and tries to get out of bed?”

    “Mixture of both to be honest. He’s been gone a week and the underground has taken notice, things are starting to look bad, and I’m not sending Richard out by himself. No matter how much he begs.”

    “What if I went with him? He knows the city, and I could use the help.”

You bite your lip, “Are you sure?”

He smiles, “I already took the week off. Might as well have some fun.”

You smile, “Then at the very least, I owe you lunch.”

You expect him to fight you on it, instead he says, “As long as it’s not some fancy restaurant with small portions … I need the calories.”

You smile and grab your purse, before walking out with him. You smile at Hilda, “I’m leaving for the night. Mr. Allen was kind enough to agree to have dinner with me.”

She smiles, “Have fun Ms. Wayne.”     Without another word the two of you make you way to the garage. He stares at your car as you unlock it remotely.

“Someone’s got expensive taste.”

You smile, “You’re not the only one who likes to go fast.”

He smiles and climbs in. You navigate the streets of Gotham like a pro. You’d been driving these streets since you were fifteen, and you were fairly certain that you could do it blindfolded.

You pull up in front of a diner, and as you pull into a parking space you realize just how out of place your car looks. You can’t bring yourself to care. Instead you walk into the diner like you own the place, and in a way, you do. You’d been coming to this diner for as long as you can remember.

First it had been Bruce who’d brought you. Once a week, he had persuaded Alfred to drive the two of you into the city to this place where your parents had taken him. He’d been determined to keep up the tradition. Bruce had ordered the same thing every time while you had worked your way through the menu countless times.

The owner knew you better than most of your friends. He always made sure to welcome you personally. It was the same for the regulars. The people who ate here were good, hardworking people. They never asked for anything, and whenever some outsider tried to take your picture they put a stop to it.

They treated you like a regular person and you loved it. Because of their dedication, the paparazzi had yet to find out about this place. It was one of your few safe havens.

When everyone greets you by name, Barry just smiles, and follows you to your usual booth. After a minute he asks, “Come here often?”

You smile, “At least once a week from the time I was three. Bruce insisted. When I turned sixteen, I started waiting tables here. Lew taught me how to run a business. I worked here until I was eighteen, when I took over at Wayne Enterprises.”

“What about college?”

You shrug, “Private school education, accelerated classes. I’d completed my first two years by the time I was eighteen. Thanks to summer classes I was able to finish my BA by the time I was twenty.”

Barry smiles, “Impressive.”

You shrug, “It’s what needed to be done. I’m working on my masters little by little now.” Barry’s smile never disappears, and when Diane comes to take your order, you watch how he treats her. He uses yes and no ma’am, smiles and thanks her.  You can see it’s natural for him. That’s tells you something.

“My friend Iris used to be a waitress. She got hell from some of her customers. It was totally unfair. She’d be on her feet for eight hours at a time, and sometimes she’d have to cover other people’s tables. People left bad tips and were so rude. I never understood it.”

You nod, “I can relate.”

“Can I ask why you did it?”

You lean back into the booth, and shrug, “I wanted to be normal. In those days I couldn’t tell who was fake and who was sincere. Here I was just me, and I knew I could trust these people. I’ve told them secrets that could have made them thousands in the newspapers, but not one has ever been released. When Bruce left for his trip, they became a second family. Plus it taught me the meaning of a dollar, and that all work means something.”

“I worked retail in high school. Well, I worked at a bookstore. There were definitely worse jobs I could have had. Most of the time I just got to talk to nerds like me.”

You smile at Diane as she drops off your food, before popping a fry into your mouth. “Sounds like heaven. On my days off I like to spend time lounging in the family library. Those days are farer and fewer in-between.”

“Things picking up at the company.”

“I’m behind because of Bruce’s accident but no more than usual.”

“What cover story did you come up with?”

You smile, “He broke his leg skiing.”

Barry lets out a laugh, that draws a few smiles. Your eyes catch Diane’s and she mouths the words, “He is adorable.” You shrug.

When the food is gone, Lew comes out. Without a word you scoot over, and he slides in. He gives you a hug and asks, “How you doing little girl?”

“My brother is shaving years off my life, other than that I’m okay.”

“What did that hard head do now?”

“Broke his leg skiing, believe it or not. It’s taking Alfred to keep him in bed.”

Lew smiles, “I bet. Your brother is not one to stay still for long.”

“He’s an idiot Lew. I’m starting to worry about brain damage.”

Lew laughs, “Poor guy, you got the looks and the brains. It’s probably a cry for attention. You coming in your regular night this week too?”

“Of course. It’s Alfred’s one night off. I’ll bring Richard with me.”

“You do that. In the meantime, introduce me to you friend.”

“This is Barry Allen. He’s a friend who’s doing some work for me.”

“I see. You using my place for business lunches now?”

You smile, “I would never. Barry also happens to be a good friend of Bruce’s. He’s even stopped the goof from doing some stupid things.”

Lew nods, before turning to Barry and extending his hand, “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Barry Allen. Thanks for watching out for her hard headed brother and this stubborn girl right here. I’m Lew.”

Barry takes his hand with an easy smile, “It’s nice to meet you. She’s been telling me all about you and this place.”

Lew laughs, “Well, she’s family. You two stay as long as you like, I’m going to send out milkshakes.”

He’s gone before you can say anything. Barry smiles and says, “I like him.”

Study Buddy

Requested: nope!
Rating: PG this all fluff, super mild cursing
Summary: You get to feel a bit run down because of school and Tom is right there to help and take care of you in any way he can.

Originally posted by clutterbucky

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You had taken far too many ibuprofen for your headache, your head was still pounding and your eyes were sore, actually now that you thought about it, everything was sore. Your back hurt from hunching at your computer all day, your legs ached from the lack of movement and your heart hurt from how miserable you were trying to get through all of your finals.

You knew you could have it much worse, but for some reason, you found yourself unable to get motivated to finish your classes. You knew you were close to the end, but you were just so done with working so hard for your grades.

You heard a pair of feet pad down the stairs behind you with in a familiar pattern. “How’s it goin’ darling?” Tom asked, he’d been doing his best to help you out but there really wasn’t much he could do to help.

You surely didn’t mind his arms that were now wrapping around your middle, his stomach pressed to the back of the chair you sat at.

“It’s okay, I guess, I just don’t have any good thoughts left to write about these topics,” you said, closing your eyes and leaning your head back onto the shoulder of your supportive partner.

“I’m positive that isn’t true, you’re the absolute smartest person I know, and I’ve met RDJ,” Tom joked lightly. You were too tired to laugh at his joke fully and settled for a smile, your eyes still closed, crinkling slightly as your cheeks raised.

“I’m sorry, love, am I just distracting you?”

You shook your head. “No, I’d have to be doing something for you to interrupt me,” you scoffed. Overly tired and drained mentally from working through the quarter.

“It’ll be alright, these aren’t due for another week, right?” You shook your head again. “No, that was the other essay final, I got that done last night, this is due in,” you paused for a second to think, Tom’s hands wandering up to massage your shoulders.
“Maybe two weeks, I think.”

Tom hummed in acknowledgment. “So what I’m hearing is that,” he kissed your neck. “You could take a break for a while, and come upstairs and let me massage out these knots in your back,” he teased, his thumb pressing firmly into a spot you knew held a lot of tension. You hummed as his hands worked tenderly on your back.

“No, I’ve got to get this done, I don’t want this dumb class hanging over my head anymore,” you knew that Tom already knew how you felt in the subject, this wasn’t the first time the two of you had had this chat.
“Just an hour?” He pleaded. You shook your head. “Trust me I wish-”

“Forty-five minuets.”

“Tom-”

“Thirty minutes? YN please,”

You sighed, nodding your head in acceptance. “Okay, 30 minuets, and then I’ll-”

You yawned, breaking your sentence in two. “Then I’ll get back to work,” you said, mostly to yourself.

“Good, alright, love, up with you, I’ve got you for a whole thirty minuets and we’ve got to make the most of that, now don’t we?”

You smiled, getting up and following Tom, who’d grabbed your hand in his and intertwined your fingers, to the kitchen.

“Alright, love, you need to eat,” he said, opening up the various cupboards and storage spaces in your kitchen, allowing you to view your options.

“Alright, I’ll just heat this up, it’ll be quick,” Tom watched you remove the extra layers of plastic and cellophane from a carton of microwaveable rice.

“’S'not a proper meal, but alright. Tonight it will have to do,” Tom said with a smile, kissing your cheek and once again wrapping his hands around your waist, following you around, trying not to trip over your feet as he walked so close to you.

“’Ve gotta make the most of the time I have t’ be with ya, you’ve been working all day, smarty pants,” he said quietly as you opened the microwave, deposited the plastic carton and closed it again, pressing the buttons to make it work properly.

“Sorry, I know you just got back not too long ago and we were going to be spending this time doing exciting things, you don’t have t’ stay inside with me all the time while I work, y'know, I don’t want you to have to be cooped up because I am,” you explained, realizing that Tom had probably wanted a more exciting break from touring than what you had offered.

“You know I love doing anything with you, even when it’s school work, and even when it makes you stressed,” he teased, kissing your head.

“I love you,” you said, the two of you still stood in front of the microwave, when it beeped, you removed your rice and grabbed a spoon, Tom still clinging yo you tightly.
“Alright, it’s an eating in bed kind of night, so let’s go!” Tom said, his voice crescendoing a bit as he suddenly scoped you up into his arms, you almost dropping your food as you shrieked in surprise.

Tom carried you to bed and gently set you down, the television already on and displaying Netflix.

“Alright, I have to capitalize on our time together, so you, get comfy and pick something brainless to watch- nothing too intellectual, you’ve gotta rest your brain!” Tom said and kissed your head again several times, crawling into bed beside you.

The two of you adjusted so that you were both comfortable, you tried to avoid curling up into Tom, the combination of his rhythmic breathing and the warm food you’d just begun to consume would put you to sleep, you were no stranger to Tom’s strategies.

“No, Tom’s I can’t-” you yawned again. “I can’t go to sleep, ’ve gotta work more, you reasoned, flipping through the options on the screen before settling on an episode of a sitcom you’d already seen a million times before.

“YN, you’re going to work yourself halfway to death, you always make me take breaks, so let me return the favor,”

“That’s different,” you retorted weakly and Tom chuckled. “How is it any different?”

“I love you,” he added. “Please let me take care of you,” you reluctantly agreed, finally allowing yourself to rest, curling happily into the arms of your lover.

Suddenly, your breathing slowed slightly and your eyelids felt heavier than ever.

“My sleepy, smart girl,” Tom mused when he thought you’d fallen asleep.
“My thoughtful, caring, wonderful, patient boy,” you replied quietly, your head on his chest.


“Let yourself rest up, okay? I promise we can go back to looking at school tomorrow,” you nodded, finally giving in and falling asleep.


You woke up to the sounds of an automated laughing track from the television mounted in front of the bed you shared with Tom on the wall, and Tom’s light snoring beneath you. You knew Tom had probably fallen asleep shortly after you had, it was still the middle of the night and all you wants to do was make some progress on your assignment, after resting for a bit you felt more ready to work on everything you had left to do.

You rolled over slowly and carefully, trying your hardest not to disturb your boyfriend’s sleep.

You reached over to the floor next to your side of the bed, where you knew your laptop was sitting.

You lifted it up to sit on your lap and opened the lid, logging in and beginning to work again, this time making progress. You looked at the time and realized that it was later than you’d thought, the clock now showed A.M. Rather than P.M.

You were nearly finished when you felt the boy next to you stir, your fingers faltered and ceased to fly across the keyboard, trying to make it easier the boy for go back to sleep.

“Babe, you need sleep, okay? It isn’t good for you to be working yourself this hard,” Tom said quietly, his voice sounding the way it did every morning, raspy and low.

“I know, I know, sorry I’ll go out to the couch so you can go back to sleep,” you began to move to follow through on your words when Tom reached out and grabbed your wrist to stop your movement.

“No, YN, don’t go, okay? I’ll stay up with you.” You began to protest when he cut off any words you might have said with “what are we working on now, darling?”

You could tell how tired he was and as much as you wanted to go back to bed with him you just wanted this work to be over, you knew you’d sleep better after it was over.

You were close to being finished, anyway. Just one more supportive argument for your thesis and a conclusion to your essay and you would be finished.

You hummed in appreciation when Tom sat up in bed next to you and pulled your body close to his so half of your body rested on his chest. “ It’s that essay, ’s'almost done, though, really you can go back to sleep-” Tom wrapped a hand around the side of your head and tilted it to allow himself easier access to kissing the side of your head. You closed your eyes for a second, allowing him to just hold you for the moment.

“No, princess, I’ll rest when you rest, you’ve been workin’ so hard,” he cooed gently and you remembered how much Tom had really helped you through the quarter, as always, he’d been so supportive and helped as much as he could. “It’s been so much work, princess, I’m so damn proud of you and how much you’ve put into these classes, all ‘f my friends are s'sick of hearing about you and your school from me but I don’t even care because I just like to brag about you, my sweet, genius girl.”

He planted another kiss to your head and you didn’t know how to express your thanks at his sentiment fully, especially in the state of tiredness you were in, settling for, “couldn’t ’ve done it without you, seriously,” he shook his head.

“You know I’ll never believe that. So how’s the essay looking? Want me to proof read anything?” You nodded, “I’ve just gotta write a bit more and then it’s all yours,”
He nodded, waiting patiently for you to finish, you flipped between your draft and tabs pulled up on the Internet for information, as well as a previous draft of your paper so you could fix any mistakes there were before.

Your fingers flew across the keys. After another few minuets of this, it was finished. You sighed in relief, resting fully back onto Tom’s body.


“You all done, darlin’?”


You nodded, “would you mind reading this over for me? Doesn’t have to be tonight but-”

Tom gently lifted the laptop from your hands before you could finish and scrolled to the top of your paper. “Hey, love, why don’t you at least rest a little while I work my magic,” he joked.

“Really, why don’t I move the laptop here and you can lay down, yeah?”

You didn’t have the will power to fight him, and laid down across his lap. Tom kept one hand on the laptop, scrolling through your paper thoughtfully, and one hand on your head, gently stroking your hair away from your forehead and trying to move as little as possible. At one point, he turned to compliment your paper, you never failed to amaze him with how well your work came out, but instead he just murmured, “my sweet, smart girl,” when he noticed your breathing had slowed. You’d fallen asleep.

Tom didn’t mind sleeping sitting up at this point if it meant you got more rest.

He finished reviewing your paper and clicked save twice, just to be sure. He shut the lid of the laptop and pushed it to the side where it would be less likely to be bothered by any movement.

“Goodnight, my smart girl,” he said and leaned down, kissing your head. This caused you to stir awake. “Is it any good?” You questioned, half joking.

“It was all amazing, I saved it twice,” he replied simply. “Oh, so I’ll just submit it tonight and be done-”

“YN, you need to just go to bed.” He stated firmly, and you shook your head.

“Tom, if I don’t do this here, I’ll just walk out and do it on the other computer and it’ll take longer.”

He sighed, opening the laptop and handing it to you.

The computer light glowed on. Your fingers once again traipsed across the keys.

“Annnd, submitted,” you exclaimed, yawning again.

“’M so proud of you, genius, now do you think we can go to bed?” Tom teased. You nodded, “yeah, I think that might be good,” you laughed. Tom smiled to himself, the room was dark again, besides from the light that filtered in through your window. “Now, I get you all to myself,” Tom said, laughing down and pulling you into his chest. “Thank you,” you said quietly, leaning over to kiss your boyfriend. “For what? You know I love taking care of m'girl and reading your assignments for school, makes me smarter,” he said and squeezed you tighter for a second before letting go.

Finally, at long last, both of you were relaxed and could fall asleep for the rest of the night in each other’s arms.

Tell Me

Summary: Sam has this habit of distracting you every time he comes to visit. Working out more, forgetting to wear a shirt, you know the drill. But what happens when he finds a way to distract you when you’re in class as well?

Word Count: 5187 (got a little carried away. Not sorry at all)

Warnings: Implied smut. Sam Fucking Winchester (let’s be honest here, he is a warning all in himself)

A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba​‘s fic Sexy Bastard is the fic that started this whole thing. Seriously, as soon as I read her summary “Sam is a fucking tease, okay?” I knew that I was done for. I’ve been working on this for an entire week because it just had to be done. Also, perfect timing! Happy Birthday Sam Winchester, you tease!

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“How about that homework last night?” Jonathan asked, sliding into his normal seat beside you.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Nelly groaned, turning in her chair to talk to you two. “Lil and I worked on it for six hours and we still don’t know if we did it right.”

“Right?” You agreed emphatically, getting war flashbacks to your battles with the case study and your excel spreadsheet. “I swear, we haven’t even learned half of the stuff it was asking us to do.”

Rhetta pushed her chair closer and you fought to hold back your eye-roll. Here comes her self-righteous, better-than-you speech. “Actually, we learned about the regression analysis last week, and it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to answering question five from there.”

How about you just hop, skip, and jump away from us?

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A Different Type of Divination

Request: “Hii 🤗 Could I have a reader x draco smut. Where they both are just super horny over the day, and he fucks the reader after their lessons? Thank you 💚

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1791

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTT AND TEASING AND AHHHH

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Gazing into the foggy crystal ball, you tapped your nails against the glass, your head resting in the crook of your elbow as you released a bored sigh. Waiting for class to begin, there was a murmur of voices filling the room, Professor Trelawney seemingly conversing with an invisible entity as she waited for all the students to arrive. The air was thick with laziness, this class being one that not many came to with an enthusiastic longing. Although divination interested you, you knew that it was difficult to master, and if you weren’t a master it was a useless practice. Just last lesson you had predicted a sunny week ahead, only to have the next day shrouded with dark clouds. You grinned as you saw the reflection of a blonde boy in the ball you played with, his aggravated expression falling instantly as you lifted your head to greet him.

“I foresaw your approach.” You grinned, raising a brow as you poked at the crystal orb.

“We must have the next great seer in our midst then.” He joked along, sitting with a huff. You could tell by the tightness in his face that something was eating away at him.

“I also see…” You closed your eyes, rubbing your temples mockingly. “Something’s wrong.”

Draco shuffled in his seat, a slight blush dusting the tops of his cheeks as he struggled to hold your eye.

“I uh- tried to concoct a Sleeping Draught for myself.” He pursed his lips, refusing to go on.

“And…?” You pushed, frowning at him.

“I tried it last night. I think… I didn’t do it properly. There’s been some side effects.”

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