this is why i had so much trouble in all my math classes

Cold As Ice

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!

Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

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RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

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It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.


Title: Hallelujah 
Pairing: Tyler/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: CHURCHBOY TYLER. Dirty talk, daddy kink, shyness, needy!Tyler, fluffy shit, all sorts of fun I hope you’re gonna like.
A/N: You guys have been begging for this, so I worked it up as best as I could. I really hope you all like it, because it was fun to write.

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Midnight Luxe {Part 4}

Originally posted by nnochu

(Part 1)  (Part 2) (Part 3)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, fashion designer Jungkook AU, 

Summary:  Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss ♥

The day after your accidental meeting with Jungkook in the library, your brain was swamped with thoughts of him,  of that beautiful black velvet dress and the dim and dusty ex-bar that the four of them so passionately made clothes in day and night.

You could still feel the way the soft material of the dress felt against your sensitive skin, you could still remember how it had hung so luxuriously off your frame. It clung to you in all the right places giving you a flawless silhouette. 

The dress was all that was present in your mind as you had listened to the monotonous droning of your mother when she had gotten home. You don’t know why she’d been particularly bitter on this occasion, perhaps one of her friends had been boasting about all that their children had achieved. That always seemed to set her off.

You’re throwing your life away.

I pay so much for you to get a good education and you don’t appreciate it at all.

Ungrateful brat.

Those words had so frequently left your mother’s lips that they didn’t even sting anymore. The knife had been so overused, causing the silver blade to become blunt and painless. 

You thought back to the other night when you’d missed your curfew. She hadn’t cared that at least you were home safe after returning home late. In fact, the idea of your mother telling you off because she was worried about your safety seemed like a luxury to you.  But, of course, the only thing she paid mind to were your grades, what your chances of getting into a prestigious university were and whether you would do the family proud or bring them shame.

Then there was Jungkook and his friends. People that stood for the exact opposite of what you’d been taught since you were a child. They seemed so liberated compared to you, they knew what their dreams were and they fought to achieve them every day. The only dreams you had to speak of were the ones that had been pushed upon you.

But when you’d stood in front of that mirror with that flattering new haircut and that gorgeous dress wrapped around your body, you’d felt more yourself than ever. You’d felt powerful, beautiful, and most crucially, you’d felt so free.

That night, despite your mother’s obvious disappointment in you, you’d fallen asleep with a faint smile fixed upon your lips.

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4 Jikook Soulmate AUs

1. Hair Woes

*Jimin loves dying his hair. Cotton candy pink, tangerine orange, platinum blonde, silver, you name it. He’s probably done it. He does so in hopes that he’ll see someone with the exact same shade as him to identify his soulmate.

*Jungkook is simple, he doesn’t plan on changing his black hair but his soulmate has different ideas. 

*He wakes up one day with a shock of baby pink hair and chokes on a scream. Brown was fine, blonde was fine, hell even orange or red was fine. But now he looks like a poofy cone of cotton candy and that totally clashes with the ocean blue t-shirt he was planning on wearing. 

*Jungkook grumbles while he tugs his black sweater sweater over his head, the only thing that looked okay in his eyes. His friends were never going to let him live down his image as the puffball he so vehemently denied being. 

*Jimin walks to his first class with a bounce in his step, feeling fresh with his new hair color. He spots a tuft of pastel pink hair in the distance and frowns because he thought he was the only one on campus to try that hair color first. 

*But then the boy catches sight of him and starts charging in his direction, finger pointed straight at him. Jimin points at his own chest, “Me?”

* “YOU! OF ALL COLORS!” And then it clicks, the fuming boy in front of him (he kind of looks like a puffed up bunny…) is his soulmate, which is why he had the same hair color. So his strategy did work after all. 

*Jimin envelops him in a hug immediately, catching Jungkook off-guard and effectively shutting him up. 

* “Nice to meet you soulmate! My name is Jimin! What’s your name?” The cheeriness drains the irritation out of Jungkook and replaces it with sudden shyness and a tiny squeak of “J-Jungkook.”

*Later, Jimin manages to convince Jungkook to let him keep the pink hair for a few weeks until he dyes it back to a soft hazel brown. He agrees on the condition that Jimin lets him borrow his sweaters since his clothes happen to match the crazy colors better than Jungkook’s collection of plain t-shirts. 

2. Complete the Heart

*Jungkook has half of a black and white chrysanthemum flower imprinted on his wrist, incomplete until he meets his soulmate. At least that’s what the expert who looked at his wrist said. 

*He meets Jimin through Taehyung and feels himself crushing hard immediately.  His face falls in disappointment when he sees that the half of a flower on Jimin’s wrist is a black and white dahlia, the flower he sees all the time on Hoseok hyung’s wrist. 

*But Jimin grabs his wrist once he sees it, eyes lighting up in excitement. “I finally met you! I’ve been looking for my soulmate for years!”

*Jungkook looks at him in confusion, because his soulmate is Hoseok hyung, not him no matter how much he wants it to be. 

*Then Jimin puts their wrists side-by-side and Jungkook’s eyes widen as they complete each other perfectly. “I thought…isn’t your flower a dahlia?”

*Jimin smiles at him, “No, a lot of people mistake it for dahlia flowers, but it’s actually a chrysanthemum. They look really similar don’t they?”

*Jungkook’s mouth quirks up in a smile because he got what he wanted for once in his life. 

3. Mental Link

*Voices start sounding in Jungkook’s head once he turns 18 which means his soulmate had turned 18 before him, his hyung. 

*At first he was annoyed, but he learned to tune it out when necessary. 

*Jimin was pleasantly surprised when he heard a soft, breathy voice in his head beside his. He decided he loved his soulmate’s voice the moment he heard it. 

*They’d met rather quickly, deciding on a cafe they both knew. Jungkook was very thankful he’d gotten lucky enough to meet his wonderful soulmate so early. 

*Their mental connection is rather handy. Jungkook has troubles in math so Jimin tells him what to do in his head during a test. That doesn’t count as cheating…right?

*When Jimin is bored in philosophy class (listening to Namjoon go on and on about the wonders of philosophy), he talks to Jungkook in his head. But that just means he randomly bursts out into laughter which makes everybody look at him weirdly. 

*Jimin gets worried when the voice in his head isn’t there. Turns out Jungkook is just spacing out and literally has no thoughts running through his head which explains the silence. He smacks the younger on the head when they see each other again. 

*Another time Jimin wants to hit his soulmate is when Jungkook reads hardcore smut and forgets that yes, Jimin can hear him reading out loud in his head. What’s worse is that Jimin needs to keep a straight face while he gives this presentation on the male anatomy. 

4. Red Strings

*Jimin has always been fascinated by the thing red string tied to his pinky, seeming to never end until he found his soulmate. 

*On the other hand, Jungkook gets annoyed. He has to tug at it in irritation when it gets caught on the car door or gets tangled up and knotted. But he doesn’t dare cut it loose, scared of breaking the bond.

*Jimin’s side of the string is smooth and intact while Jungkook’s side is frayed and little worn-down but still good. 

*Jimin decides to follow his string on a whim. Jungkook feels a tugging on his pinky and yanks at it, brushing it off. 

*The tugging gets more frequent until he yanks one more time and a small ‘oof’ is heard. He looks up and sees Jimin sprawled on the ground, Jungkook’s sudden yank on the string he was following pulling him down. 

* “Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry!” Jungkook helps him up immediately, not fully registering that he found his soulmate. 

*They spend the time getting to know each other (well Jungkook can’t even look Jimin in the eye yet), swapping phone numbers and promising to text.

*Jungkook plays with his string at night, tugging on it and wondering if Jimin can feel it on the other side. 

*Jimin often fiddles with the string when he’s nervous like he can feel Jungkook’s presence on the other side and relaxes. 

Siren’s song (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader

NSFW content + gif under the cut

Requested by @dtescohmi

You took a deep breath, inhaling some fresh air before you took your first step onto the parking lot of your new school. Students were covering almost the whole area and you found it surprising that so many students went to an expensive prep school instead of the local high school.

Beacon Hills were known for their hoard of supernatural creatures and you thought that maybe attending to Devenford prep could make some distance and keep yourself out of trouble, since you were supernatural as well.

You step in to the office to get your schedule and to your discontent, the first lesson of the day were canceled. It wasn’t a big school and you decided to go to the field after buying a soda at the cafeteria, you often spent free period studying on the bleachers at your old school.

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Overtime ~ Reggie Mantle x Jock!Reader x Archie Andrews

Request:  REGGIE MANTLE X READER X ARCHIE. OH MY GOD. so basically the reader is a jock and both Archie and Reggie like her and they both go crazy competitive to get her and at Cheryl's party she gets Reggie for 7 minutes and then her and Reggie get heated and then if your comfortable add smut because that’d just make this 100% better. - Anon

Word Count: 2.5k (I kinda went overboard, forgive me.) 

Warnings: Not really; there is a bit of making out at the end but???

A/N: I low key suck at smut so what happens at the end is the best I could do, sorry sweets lmao. But this was fun to write, and I hope it’s at least decent! Also; 

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Y/N tapped her pencil against her work as she listened to the music flowing thru her headphones. If anything; she was distracted by the music, but even knowing that didn’t stop her from listening to the tunes her phone played into her ears. In reality, Y/N was in the library attempting to do some much-needed homework that needed to be finished, and a few late works she had yet to hand it, thus why it was considered late. As someone who played in the girl’s basketball team, volleyball team, and the soccer team at Riverdale High, a basketball team, volley ball team and soccer team which you were particularly proud of and known for being a part of, you rarely had time to focus on your homework.

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Bad teacher. (Alex Standall)

Title: Bad teacher.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: heeyyy i love your account and was wondering if i could get an alex standall imagine when y/n has a panic attack in class and texts alex and he meets her in the hallway and helps calm her down?? if not that’s chill but if you do thank you!! have a great day :)            

Word Count: 800 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Bad teacher, bad grade, principal’s office.

Warning: Panic Attack (it’s on a low level, but I want you to be prepared in case it can hurt someone’s sensibility.)

Author’s Note: I love you all. Continue requesting. I felt like I kind of familiarize with this one because once I had a problem with​ a teacher. And it ended a little messed up. Also, I’m having a lot of trouble with my laptop. It’s just doesn’t work like it should, so it’s harder for me to post. I’m sorry. On Wednesday, I’m not posting anything because it’s my birthday ;) I’ll keep you informed when I’ll post.

Two hours of this class, I never liked it. The teacher hated me, a lot. He always stared at me for an hour while everyone else did the examples he wrote on the board. Then, when I finished mine, he said they were wrong and he never signed anything I did. He thought how bad student I was, and told the director I should reconsider another school to study Maths.

Every week I had this class, I freaked out. I tried to skip class, but Alex always told me it wasn’t the best. Now, here I was.

“Y/n, he wrote your name on the board.” Sheri whispered to me and I at first surprised.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, would you make me a favor and tell me what did you do for homework?” He said rudely.

“We had to-” Everyone was looking at me, and some started giggling. “Check the exam you gave us. With-” The teacher stood up and made a weird noise from his throat.

“I’m tired of you, Mrs. Y/L/N. You can never do something good. I ask you to do a simple task, and you can’t even do that. Are you sure you can even think?”

Some girls at the front laughed and I had some tears coming out already. He laughed again.

“Someone can answer me that question? Because it looks like Y/n, can't​ do it.” He ended and Sheri took my hand.

No matter how much I studied, he just didn’t like me. He wasn’t like this with everyone, only with me. Sheri held me stronger and I felt so weak at that moment. Tears already were on my face and my hands were shaking. The teacher stood up and start to deliver the past exams. I studied really hard and I knew I had a good result.

“Here’s your exam. You’re so silly.” He said while I took my exam from his hands.

I got an F. Really? I studied hard enough for this test, this must be wrong. But unfortunately, before any words came to me, tears arrived first. Something was stuck in my throat. I felt my mouth drier than usual and it was getting harder to breath.

“Sheri, I need to go out.” I told her and she nodded.

I stood up and walk to his seat trying to clean my face.

“Can I go out?” I whispered and he laughed.

“Get out of my class, you’re not doing anything anyways.” He pushed me a little and I went to the corridor on my way to the bathroom.

“Y/n?” Alex’s voice interrupted me. But I tried to keep walking. “Hey.” He touched my arm and pushed me against his chest, and I hugged him. “Clay, can you leave us?”

Clay was here too? Now he saw me crying, but Alex’s chest was comforting. He caressed my back slowly and rested his jaw on my head.

“Hey, I’m here. What happened?” He continued hugging me but I cried again. “You want some water?” I nodded and he took his water bottle out. “Here is some paper.” I cleaned my nose and handled him my exam. He opened the paper and looked confused at it. “First of everything, are feeling better? Take some chocolate.” He gave me a chocolate bar he had in his pocket. “You’ll feel better, I promise.”

I grabbed it carefully, and take a bite of it. He took from his backpack a notebook and take out a paper. Then started to compare it with my exam.

“Come with me.” I held his hand, and we walked. He holding the two sheets of paper, and holding my hand while I ate his chocolate bar. We arrived at the principal office but he never stopped holding me. “Hey, can we talk to the principal?” He announced to the principal's​ secretary. I ended his chocolate bar and he touched carefully my hand. “I promise you’ll be fine.” We waited around 20 minutes, not doing anything just sitting there. Alex holding my hand all the time, or hugging me. I just wanted to have him with all during everything. Sheri texted me, but I ignore the notification and continued waiting with Alex.

We entered with the principal. And he saw us with a concerned look. I had a messed up make up, and Alex looked angry. His grin was usually calm, but this time he wasn’t like the principal expected.

“We have a problem with a teacher.” Alex stated and he put the two pages on the table. “This are the same questions, both are our exams but hers has a bad grade. And it’s unfair.”

And just like that. Mom came to see the situation, the teacher got mad, and they finally took me out of his class.

Alex stayed all day there, holding my hand.

Part two of my BSD Kindergarten AU inspired by @atsooshis​ fanart here. Here’s the Port Mafia addition - Part one for the ADA here. PS I didn’t include Gin because I hc her as like a two year old since Akutagawa is five and I already made Hirotsu a lunch man in the first post.


• On his first day he hid behind Kouyou’s dress and mumbled about how all the other kids looked sticky and gross.  It took her a good fifteen minutes to get Chuuya over to his locker and another twenty to get him to put his hat on the rack with his coat. Even though he made friends in Class B he hates drastic changes and pouted the entire first week, but eventually warmed up to some of the other kids. He sticks close to Akutagawa, Tachihara, and sometimes Kaiji.

• Everyone knows he was adopted by Kouyou and if anyone tries to tease him for being the teacher’s kid he punches them right in the jaw. Second to Kunikida, Chuuya is often found facing the corner in the time out chair. Mori had to buy a second one because both kids kept getting in trouble around the same time during the day. Chuuya has a bit of a bully reputation but he sticks up for the scrawnier kids—like Akutagawa—and isn’t afraid of confrontation if he sees weaker kids getting picked on. In fact, Chuuya was the one who taught Akutagawa how to punch (unfortunately Atsushi got the bad end of that stick).

• Despite his temper Chuuya is liked throughout the class except for Dazai whom has developed a playful rivalry with him. Chuuya goes around playing with everyone who lets him and he’s really good at building with blocks and loves making intricate tracks for his race cars. He proudly totes around a plastic case with a few cars that Kouyou bought for his birthday and will share if the other kids are careful with them.

• Chuuya helps Kouyou cook a lot and sometimes his bento boxes are a bit messy because he helped prepare them himself, but he and Junichirou often compare lunches and tastes. Chuuya is pretty competitive and will always find a reason why he cooked the best but if he accidently hurts Junichirou’s feelings he’s quick to mutter an apology and slide him some home-made tiayaki.


• Chuuya taught Akutagawa how to fight and how to dress properly (because what five year old shouldn’t wear fancy 1800s clothes) so when Atsushi asked him about his ‘napkin’ he put Chuuya’s fighting lessons to the test. Even though he wound up missing recess for two days he still holds onto that grudge because his best friend from pre-school, Dazai, seems to be hanging out with Atsushi more than him.

• Akutagawa doesn’t like playing sports much even when Chuuya picks him. During kickball he usually ends up getting in trouble for straight picking the ball up and nailing the other team in the face. He’s not one to throw tantrums but he shoots Mori an evil glare and pouts as he’s escorted to the little corner of the playground to serve out his sentence.

• For some reason a girl from his class follows him everywhere, but he doesn’t exactly mind the attention. Usually if he needs something like a juice box or an extra snack his little protégé is on top of it. Sometimes when she’s not looking he’ll slip a thank you note in her bag without signing it and purposely uses his left hand so she won’t recognize his handwriting.

• Akutagawa was very fond of Class B’s pet, a black little bunny, and he’s always spending most of his free play time petting him and holding him in his lap. He’s weary about other people touching him and usually only kids from his table (and Dazai) can pet him. Sometimes he lets him chew on Atsushi’s tiger.


• Has a massive crush on Akutagawa and loves doing things for him because she just became a big sister in her own home so she feels like her and Akutagawa have a connection since he just became a big brother. She’s always making sure his clothes are clean after recess and during her free play she’s making him playdough sculptures.

• Higuchi often helps Akutagawa with his math homework even though she’s not too great herself. She spends a good half an hour going over his neatly written answers and acting as if she sees the problem when really she has no idea if it’s right or not. Most of the time she does this without Akutagawa’s knowledge and if caught by Mori huddling in the corner of the room with her back to the rest of the class.

• Sometimes she wants to ask to play with Naomi and Yosano but she’s incredibly shy and usually ends up watching from afar while Akutagawa is off with his bunny Rashomon or with Chuuya. Usually the first to notice her is Tachihara and ends up asking if she wants to play soldiers with him in the sandbox.

• During nap time she uses her black stuffed animal bunny to snuggle with and pretends its Rashomoni, Rashomon’s girlfriend. She makes little dates in her head with them and sometimes tries to convince Akutagawa Rashomon needs a friend. Most days Akutagawa is mildly receptive to Higuchi’s invitation but he will kick anyone who teases him about his bunny.


• He’s from the poorer area of the city and sometimes his clothes have holes or patches in them so either Kouyou or Fukuzawa end up sewing his jacket while he’s out at recess or slipping in extra food in his lunch bag.

• For the amount of sass he gives he’s rarely ever in trouble and actually concentrates on his homework. Most of the time it’s late and Chuuya is the one hounding him for homework because it’ll make the table look bad, but he’s a smart kid. The only time he’s ever completely silent is during story time and he’s always the first one on the floor.

• Tachihara is always one to play some sort of battle-oriented game with the other kids. He climbs all over the playground and usually ends up getting Chuuya to climb as well. Tachihara isn’t as nimble as Chuuya and ends up at the nurse’s office just as much as Dazai. He’s always got a band aid somewhere on his face from falling out of trees or off the top of the slide.

• He’s an overly aggressive artist and usually ends up snapping the crayons in half on accident. Sometimes when he borrows too many from Higuchi she cries and ends up kicking him off the chair before running off to Kouyou.


• Is so overly obsessed with fruit it makes Mori and Fukuzawa question this kid’s future. His shirts always have something lemon-related on it and he never has lunch without drinking a glass of lemonade no matter what he’s eating. It could be the middle of winter and he’s still sipping lemonade in the snow.

• Always tries to one up Yosano in science but he’s too scatterbrained to really accomplish one full project. Even when Chuuya tries to help him concentrate he’s off on the next tangent and ends up turning in four half-finished projects.

• Another one that ends up at the nurse’s office a lot because he’s trying to see how much glue he can eat before his mouth gets glued shut or how much glitter he can fit in his ear before it reaches his brain. He’s a curious kid without limits and ends up getting the table in trouble more than Akutagawa or Chuuya do.

• The only one brave enough to hug Akutagawa every day before he skips off to his house. Akutagawa never knows what to do other than stand there awkwardly and blink rapidly. Even though Kaiji is a trouble maker he’s really caring and loves his friends because he’s never really had any before he got put at Chuuya’s table. 

Shadows (1/?)

Title: Shadows (Part 1/?)

Fandom: Marvel

Word Count: 700

Characters: Peter Parker, Reader

Warnings: abusive father (a spoiler but it’s good for a warning to let ya’ll know)

Requested?: No

Notes: I’m alive!

Originally posted by axeken

The sound of shoes pounding the pavement echoed throughout the tunnel as the man tried to get away from whatever he was running from. As the man turned around to look over his shoulder to see if they were still following him, he tripped over his own feet, causing him to come tumbling down. Slowly, the man’s vision cleared, only for him to see a dark shape coming towards him. He then started to scoot away from the figure as he put his hands up to cover his face.

“Please. Please!”

Then he saw nothing.

“Hey psst. (Y/N), gotta wake up now.” You heard a soft voice whisper to you, although it was muffled by your sleepy mind. As hands then started to shake you, you groaned and opened your eyes, only to be met by big brown ones.

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Pinky Promise

It was in your best interests to stay away from Johnny and Double J and that whole delinquent lifestyle, and yet, you find yourself not being able to. It was fucking stupid.

This is a collab with @cremethorns aka the double J fic we didn’t want to write but here it is. go read her part HERE as well because like. why wouldn’t you it’s good duh. It’s the Jaehyun half of the story, and we all know you guys love Jaehyun. Enjoy!

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Finally Met You

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Request: Soulmate AU with Alex Summers x Reader? Thanks!

Summary: So in this AU, anything you draw or write on your skin shows up on your soulmate. It’s told mainly in 3rd person but switches to reader’s POV towards the end. Hope you enjoy it!

Tagging: @a-girl-who-loves-disney (if any of you ever want to be tagged in a fic lemme know)

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Shadow People

For today’s Caffeine Challenge #13 (prompts here), I tried to branch out a little with a character a bit different from my usual. This is a little bit horror, too, which is not generally my thing. Warnings for: bullying, physical violence and misgendering.

Leo ran to the side door as soon as the bell rang, shouldering his way through the crush around the lockers and slipping around the corner. The sun—oh thank god—was streaming through the big glass doors as he skidded to a stop and turned to face the white-painted cinderblock wall.

An observer, if such person had existed, would have been interested to see that his shadow was not that of a curly-haired teen. On the wall before him a grey shape stretched and wavered, and baggy jeans became the smooth straight lines of dress slacks. The wrinkled shirtcollar straightened to crisp points, and a hat formed atop the narrow head, wide-brimmed tilted just to one side.

“I’m sorry,” Leo said, clutching his notebooks to his chest. “I know you said not to do this at school, but I saw his truck outside. I think he’s waiting for me.”

The figure on the wall twitched, the shoulders rolled and long-fingered hands splayed wide.

“I know,” Leo said. “I know, but I can’t fight him alone, and if I don’t show up he’ll just go after Jack again, you know he will.” He bit his lip, looking up and down the hall. “I’ve only got a little more time before history, I don’t know what to do.”

More twitching, a ripple traveling up the wall. The hands folded, waved, cupped together like an empty bowl.

The minute bell rang, setting off shrill echoes.

“I’ll do it,” Leo said. “I’ll do anything, you know I’m good for it.”

The figure tipped its hat, then faded, until only Leo’s own outline remained.

He went to class.

He couldn’t concentrate. His leg shook under his desk, his knee jumping up and down like it had a will of its own. He dropped his pencil once, then again, then a third time. The fourth time Frances handed it back to him with a scowl. Leo tried for an apologetic smile, but it didn’t feel right on his face. Too thin, too full of teeth.

He couldn’t take any notes. He worried metal spiral on his notebook instead, flicked the corner of the paper until it turned soft-edged and pieces started coming off. His eyes kept seeking the windows, looking for some sign, but Dallas’ truck would be by the back door, on the other side of the building, and there were too many trees for the Hat Man to get enough contrast for a message.

“Leo,” Mrs. Garner said, “Can you tell me the year President Reagan took office?”

“I…” Leo tried to think. He’d studied this. He’d done the homework. He knew this. But all he could think of was the look of rage on Dallas’ face when Jack yelled back at him, and the shock of the fist in his ribs when Leo had gotten between them.

Half the class was looking at him. Someone sniggered.

If he could get to the hall he could find a good spot and at least check in.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t remember. I think I might be sick.”

Mrs. Garner frowned. “There’s only thirty minutes of school left,” she said. “And if you go to the nurse you’ll lose participation points for today,”

“I know,” he said. “But I really think I might throw up.” He tried to look pathetic and nauseous. It didn’t take much effort. He could feel sweat sliding down his temple.

“Alright,” she said. “Josephine, please escort Leo to the nurse’s office.”

No, no no.

“I can get there myself—” he tried, but she shot him a quelling glance.

“You know the rules, Leo.”

He did. He did. Leo knew all sorts of rules.

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I Got 99 Problems and You’re Number One

… Yes, this is what you’re thinking. Me being super late to start @starcoweek3 


So.. yeah, I’m a bit ashamed it took me this long to finish, like, we are almost over it…

Also, guys I didn’t give up JanTom Week, all the fics have half done but I had a major block with Jantom (probably due to EA just wanted me on the climax chapters and I’m still finishing it) I plan to finish before next jantom week lol

Also,, huge thanks to @mrevaunit42 and @axis2600 for helping to post this anyway, you guys are awesome! *hugs*

Also a special mention to @fullertoons for creating this amazing au! 

I hope you enjoy :D

PS: lots of people identified this as the Starco song because of EA, and I ended up using to write in this too along with this one.

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

I 99 Problems and You’re Number One

Marco sat in the waiting room annoyed. He and Star went to Mewni to come kind of ceremony that she was obligated to comply and for whatever reason, he got into it too. The princess had asked him if he could wait for her to get ready to give an opinion to her dress and how he was supposed to say no when she looked at him with those blue eyes full of hope?!

He had a major problem, not only because he was completely hopeless for those blue eyes sparkling hope, or the cutest heart marks she had, or how she was enchanting on every single way, or how Star walked like floating like she was a ballerina… No, all that was consequences of his number one problem.

The fact he was falling for the princess.

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You Can't Spell Elementarily Without "ily"

Alfred has never liked English.

 It wasn’t exciting, it was tedious, and it could be utterly ridiculous. (Some authors choose certain names because they like them, not because they are trying to insert some secret meaning!) But what he hated most of all was how unstraightforward it all was. There was no one “right” answer, and a lot of things depended on personal opinion. Alfred hated that. He was a math and science guy, and he liked things to be clear-cut and concise

The only reason he was taking LitAnalysis301 was because he needed the credits to graduate. Alfred wished he got his credits out of the way last year, but instead he spent his freshman year of college exploring fields and majors. If only he’d hadn’t been so stupid. 

And of course it didn’t help that he took the class at eight am. Damn it for being the only time left

Alfred was doodling as the professor entered the room. At least the professor’s cute. Professor Arthur Kirkland was a man of a small stature, with sandy blond hair and really thick eyebrows, large enough to be the cause of a nickname. He had piercing emerald eyes that stared right through you, and he was British, making many swoon with his accent. 

(If he were being honest, it made Alfred swoon a bit as well.) 

Professor Kirkland cleared his throat.
“I hope you all did the reading last night, because you will all be writing an essay on your findings. Due in 3 days. Futhermore, turn to page 367 in your textbooks….”

Alfred complied, trying not to get too distracted. The class wasn’t too difficult, being as mostly freshmen took it, however, Professor Kirkland was so enchanting that Alfred often found himself captivated in his mannerisms and the musicality of his voice rather than what he was saying. It didn’t help that it seemed like Professor Kirkland gazed at him more than the other students either.

 However, Alfred felt guilty. He was loathe to admit it, but he had a crush on his english professor. A guy wayyy older than him. He was gross. 

Alfred couldn’t help it! Kirkland was way too cute for his own good: the way his eyebrows scrunched up when he was grading, his snarkiness, his passion, the way his eyes lit up when he was teaching something he was excited about, his sorry attempts at jokes, the way he tried to lighten the mood when he could tell everyone was having a bad morning, his gruffiness, his laughter, his rare smile that made Alfred’s heart melt. 

 Alfred knew he shouldn’t, but he found every excuse to spend time with the man one-on-one. He would take longer than necessary getting his materials packed up, he would stay after class to ask about things that he actually had no trouble with, and he would attend all the events Kirkland suggested, (would also attend) even if they weren’t required. 

 He just tried his damn best to impress him. Alfred would answer questions in class, lead discussions, try to show how much of a leader and a good person he was, do all his homework, and spend all-nighters writing perfect essays. 

And for what? It seemed like it was for nothing. Kirkland never really noticed Alfred, barely even saying “well done” on his near perfect essays. Near perfect! By Kirkland standards! A feat practically impossible to achieve! 

So against his better judgements, (and his best friend Kiku’s very cautious warnings and ill-advisement) Alfred bought roses (Kirkland’s favorite, he did his research) and marched up to Kirkland one day after class. 

“Uh, Professor Kirkland?” Alfred blushed slightly, nervously shuffling his feet. 

“Yes Jones?” 

 He knows my name! Holy fuck- calm down Jones, you can do this. Alfred took a deep breath and shoved the roses at the Brit’s face. “I really like you!” Smooth, Jones.

The professor blushed, accepting the roses and setting them down. “Jones-” 

“Please, it’s Alfred.” 

Alfred  then, listen I’m touched, but-” 

Alfred interrupted him. “Yes I know I’m disgusting, I’m 20 and you’re probably almost double my age and I shouldn’t have a crush on you but I do because you’re amazing and funny and I hate English and Literature but I like you, and-”

 “Alfred please, listen to me.” Alfred raised his head, ashamed.
Kirkland put his hand on Alfred’s cheek. “I’m not disgusted by you, I mean sure it’s a little unconventional, but I’m in no place to talk, seeing as I, uh, rather fancy you too-” he was cut off by Alfred’s lips crashing into his, which he promptly responded to. After they broke away from each other, Alfred was grinning ear to ear, and Arthur had a light blush on him as well. However, his expression still became more serious 

 “Alfred, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think we can see each other. And let me finish!” Arthur said, seeing that Alfred’s mouth had started to open. “It’s not that I don’t like you, and the age difference isn’t a problem, I’m only 24. Yes, I know, surprising. But I’m your teacher. You’re my student. It wouldn’t be right.” 

Alfred wanted to say many things. He wanted to say that who cared. He wanted to say that they could be careful. He wanted to say that if they just weren’t caught that they could work. But Alfred knew deep in his heart that Arthur was right. They couldn’t. He sighed. “You’re right.”

I’m so sorry-” 

“But what if I wasn’t your student! After this class. I wouldn’t be your student. We could date then, couldn’t we? 

“I suppose we could…” 

 “We can! I’ll wait for you.” 

Arthur smiled. Alfred grinned back. 

“Now I know why you seemed to always stare at me.” 

 Arthur blushed. “I-I-I- hoped you wouldn’t notice! I was that obvious?” Alfred chuckled, nodding. “I couldn’t help it! You’re too captivating.” Arthur smacked his chest. “You see I wanted to give you full marks on your papers, but I have a reputation to uphold.

 Alfred shook his head. “Understandable.” 

“I noticed, you know.” 

Alfred raised an eyebrow. “Noticed what?” 

 “How you tried your best to spend time with me.“ It was Alfred’s turn to blush. 

 “It was cute.” Arthur gave him a peck on the cheek.

 Eventually they exchanged numbers, both heading their separate ways. In class, nothing changed. But in reality, they texted and called and hung out as friends, but nothing more. Not until Alfred was done with that that class, where upon the first day he could, he kissed Arthur hard on the lips, who responded by putting his arms around Alfred. 

 “Shall we make up for all the time we missed?” Alfred smiled, gazing into Arthur’s eyes, still as beautiful as ever. 

 “Of course love. I’m tired of waiting.”




Hello, it’s #optomstudies here again with another Sunday Study Tip on university life! This will be a multi-part series that hopefully will give a unique insight, since I can go on and on about university, and I love giving advice and helping others :)


Figure out your major as soon as possible. I think this generally helps no matter which education system you’re in (US, UK, Australia, etc.). Just a brief explanation: in Australia, you enrol in a degree, which is the name of 3-5 year program that will appear on your testamur, and you can usually choose to major in at least one stream, made of usually 48-60 units of credit at my university (each course you take, e.g. MATH1131 is usually worth 6 units of credit). 

Just knowing what direction you want to take can really help you to maximise the use of your time, particularly regarding the use of your electives. I have a friend who is doing a double degree and will graduate with four majors on his testamur because courses in those majors overlap, and because he has planned out which courses he will take for the rest of the degree. 

Once you know your major, figure out which courses you take in advance to avoid trouble with prerequisites and co-requisites using your university handbook. It could potentially save you at least one or two semesters just waiting around for the course to be available. And that’s equivalent to an additional year that you can spend in the working force. 

Get to know your student support centres. There are plenty of places at uni that are funded by your student amenities fee, so take advantage of it. At my uni, apart from clubs and societies, there’s also the student union/SRC, legal advice, psychological services, academic advice, and much more. You might not end up using all the services, but it’s good to know that it’s there. 

The other thing about student support and administration is that it’s often incredibly inefficient and no one knows who has the information you need. Especially if you’re doing something that’s a little different from most of the student population, trying to get approval for something like a class clash can send you all around campus twice over. Do your research and be thoughtful about who you go to for information and what you say to them. Some people just send you around and the others can approve things in no time. Other people even make it more difficult for you. Also, act like you know what you’re doing and what you need (because if they secretly don’t know they’re more likely to waver in your favour). 

Read university guides made by your uni. I don’t think a lot of people pay attention but these are actually pretty comprehensive and can be used as a studyblr all by themselves hahaha. Apart from having step by step tutorials on all administrative matters, they usually have study tips for students transferring from high school to uni :)

A personal note~ being in optometry is really good on the administration end of things. Your whole degree is basically decided for you, and you have four choices to make. What level of maths, what level of physics, and which two general education (gen ed) courses you want to do. Everything else in optometry is pretty much a straight up ladder system because of the requirements listed by Optometry Australia about what an optometrist has to know, so there aren’t any hassles as long as you don’t fail any subjects. Although we don’t get much flexibility, we do save a little bit of stress :) That was my little personal tidbit :)

Enrolling in classes is hell. If you go to a uni that decides your timetable you get to avoid this biennial click-fest and stress/freak out session. Waiting for the clock to tick 1 second over the enrolment time before logging in and scrambling for classes for the best timetable is the worst. I imagine it’s even worse if you miss out on classes or have a part time job and needed a specific time. 

Don’t arrange early classes the first semester. Unless you live on campus, you will have your head stuck to the table from sleeping. Aim to start classes such that you sleep from 11pm ish to 7am. For me, 10ams are a good start. Only after you get used to it should you try anything earlier. 

Don’t worry about course fees. The education system in Australia is completely different than the situation that many American students have to face, so I do not understand why people act like their student fees are a big problem. Course fees all go into your HECS-HELP loan, meaning you don’t have to pay it back until you earn more than $54000, and only as a percentage starting from 4% to a maximum of 8%. You don’t have to pay a cent towards actually attending the university until you are enjoying the benefits of it. 

Mark census dates down if you are changing courses. I haven’t personally had to deal with these, but the university gives you a large leeway in regards to changing courses, so try to adhere to it lest you be stuck with the fees for a course which you never completed. 




Let It Out || Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by jaayhope

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Angst

“I really like you Hoseok. I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but it’s been getting harder and harder to hide from you. I thought now was the time to let you know. It just, feels right.”

Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you could barely breathe. You had been dreading this moment, but it was better to get it done sooner than later. Something in you kept bothering you and soon enough it was all you could think about was him.

The wind was cold as it wrapped around your body, like it was getting ready to brace you for whatever was coming next. It felt like electricity was flowing through your veins. You noticed the way the street lights gleamed off of Hoseok’s hair and you were drawn to the look on his face.

You shivered and hugged your arms close to your body, something about the way he was looking at you caused more nerves to quickly run through you. It wasn’t an angry look, but it still made you incredibly nervous. So many thoughts were going through your brain and none of them were good.  

Hoseok’s eyes seemed to watch you in wonder for a few moments before he opened his mouth to reply.

The sound of the bell ringing caused you to shoot up straight, banging your head against the person behind you. The impact of their head against yours caused your brain to rattle inside your head. The pain made you reach back automatically and hold the sore spot, letting out a hiss through your teeth.

You turned your head quickly as you heard the groan sound from beside you. It only took you one second before you realized what had happened. The first thing you saw was Hoseok leaning back in his chair, rubbing his forehead gently.

“I didn’t think blowing on the back of your neck would make you so violent.” Hoseok said, letting out a small laugh. A blush over took your cheeks and you averted you attention so as not to catch his eye. You didn’t want him to see the way he made you feel, especially after the dream you just had.

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Bad Teacher pt. 1

It was the last hour of the day, and with the four hours of sleep you got last night combined with the completely uninteresting math lesson being reviewed in front of you, you couldn’t help it when your head began to nod and your eyes became too heavy to be forced open any longer. Giving up, you lie your head down on your crossed forearms, quickly drifting into a light sleep. You weren’t the type to sleep during class, but, given the conditions, you figured it would be fine.

No more than five minutes passed by before your teacher, Mr. Hemmings, slammed a heavy book down on the unoccupied desk in front of you. Bolting straight upright from your catnap, you looked up at the narrowed eyes of the young teacher in front of you, who wore a judging look upon his handsome, hard face.

“Sorry to bore you, Miss (Y/L/N), but I hope you will be considerate enough to put up with the remainder of the insipid review I’ve put together for you,” he stared at you harshly while you wiped the dried drool from your cheek. You avoided making eye contact with the man, assuming he would walk away and continue the review, having already embarrassed you in front of the whole class, but he continued, “I imagined you would appreciate it, considering the upcoming mid-term will be composed of the first five chapters in this unit; pardon me for attempting to make your life easier.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a small sigh, not agreeing that your power nap was the end of the world, as your teacher thought it was. Again, he spoke loudly, “You want to roll your eyes just one more time?” He dared you, pushing his large hands into his pant pockets. You felt your cheeks growing bright red as you noticed the stares of all your classmates, some of them giggling with their neighbors. “Well?” He questioned you again, his voice was hard, reminding you to choose your words carefully.

"No,” was all you could quietly choke out.

"Excuse me?”

"No, sir,” you spat, louder this time, glaring at him.

He stared down at you with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow before responding, “See me after class,” and turning sharply on his heel before clearing his throat and continuing the lesson in his regular tone.

You put your head in your hands, wondering what crawled up his ass and died. All day long, you had looked forward to getting home before your parents arrived and began their nightly drunken brawling, but now it looked like you would get just as much sleep as last night, if not less.

After staring down every tick and every tock of the clock, its hands finally reached 2:42, and the bell dismissed each of my classmates, who scurried out of the room as quickly as they possibly could without trampling the body in front of them.

You gathered your things and slowly shuffled to Mr. Hemmings’s desk, where you stood in front of him, but did not meet his icy blue stare. After standing like this for what felt like forever, he finally cleared his throat, making you meet his gaze and attempt to swallow the lump that had lodged itself in your own.

"So, (Y/N),” he began slowly, “would you care to explain to me why you were sleeping in my class when you are well aware of our no-sleeping-in-my-class policy?” He raised his eyebrows while resting his chin on his intertwined fingers. Again, you averted your eyes, feeling sweaty under the intensity of his unwavering stare.

In response to his question, you just shrugged; you were unwilling to discuss the conditions of your private life with the man who had just barked at you like a military sergeant in front of your peers.

You heard him sigh loudly as he stood from his rolling chair. Glancing up, you furrowed your brows as he made his way to the front of his desk; there was now less than three feet between the two of you. You swallowed again, still attempting to remove the lump from your throat. Leaning against the front of his desk, he crossed his arms. “You are usually a very attentive student in my class, as well as the rest of your classes,” he spoke as he tilted his head back and licked his plump lips. For a moment, you wondered if he had asked your other teachers about your classroom behavior, but shrugged it off as unimportant. “Lately, though, you seem to have trouble focusing, and even staying awake,” he nodded in the direction of your desk, obviously referring to the incident that happened just twenty minutes earlier.

Again, he stood, creeping toward you one step at a time. With every step he took, your breath seemed to catch in your throat as you looked him up and down, from his neatly quiffed hair to his tight black dress shirt, which hugged every muscle he possessed perfectly, to his matching black dress pants, which were just as tight, all the way down to his shiny black dress shoes, and all the way back up. When you reached his clear blue eyes, he towered above you while standing less than a foot away from you. Given the close proximity, you were drowned in the smell of his earthy cologne. Inhaling deeply, you searched his face, trying to decipher his motives. A look of concern lived upon his face, and he lifted his arms to place both of his hands upon your shoulders while staring deeply into your eyes; your breath hitched at the contact.

"You know, (Y/N), you can tell me anything.” At the soft tone he spoke with, you trusted him, but you couldn’t help but wonder why he was so harsh during class, but so kind now.

When you lowered your head to look at your shoes, inspecting them to avoid replying to the man, he stepped closer to you, not leaving any space between your bodies as he wrapped his arms around your figure. With wide eyes, you slowly wrapped your own arms around your teacher’s muscular shape, not knowing if you should be hugging your teacher.

You gasped as you felt Mr. Hemmings’s hands rubbing small circles down your back until they finally reached your butt. Your hands tightly gripped his shirt as his own hands squeezed your ass, to which he let out a soft groan.

“God, (Y/N), your ass is incredible,” he continued kneading your bottom and he began placing light kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Um, Mr. Hemmings,” you stuttered as you slightly pushed against his body, trying to create some space. You could feel the wetness of your throbbing heat growing as you panted, although you would never admit that.

He mumbled in response, just enough to let you know he could hear you, while he lifted your skirt to play with your panty-covered ass. Silently, you thanked yourself for wearing a cute pair of underwear.

“What are you doing?” Your face was bright red as you, once again, put less than half of your effort into pushing him away. “I don’t think we should be doing this,” you lied, wanting nothing more than to be doing this.

He whipped you around and bent you against the cold, wooden desk. His fingertips dug into your hips as he stared at the curvature of your ass and the way your black lace panties hugged your bottom just right. He pressed himself against you and began grinding into your ass, making you cover your mouth to muffle the loud moan that escaped.

He bent down over you to whisper hotly in your ear, “So you’re telling me you don’t want this?” Slowly, he thrusted into your backside. You kept your hand over your mouth as yet another moan slipped by your lips. Shaking your head, you hoped he would see through your lie. Behind you, he stilled for a moment before reaching a hand down to feel your aching heat through your panties. You groaned as he rubbed you through your soaked underwear. Moving the fabric to the side, he rubbed small circles into your clit, making you cover your mouth again to refrain from calling out and drawing the suspicion of passersby.  

“This part of you doesn’t seem to be so sure of that.” You didn’t even have to look at him to know that he wore a cocky smirk on his face. Lying your head on the cool desk as you bit your lip, he asked you another time, “Are you sure you don’t want this, (Y/N)? All you have to do is say no,” he spoke softly into your ear. As much as you wanted to tell him to stop to not give him the satisfaction of having you so vulnerable, you could not bring yourself to give even the slightest shake of your head.

His body weight was removed from on top of you, but as you started to turn around to look for him, you were quickly turned back around and your head was pushed into the desk, making you gasp. From behind you, you heard Mr. Hemmings say, “Be a good girl and sit still.” Although you wanted to disobey him and see what he was doing, you thought it best to do as he said. A moment later, you felt the man’s large hands push your thighs apart and hold them in place. Seconds after that, his tongue dove in between your folds, slurping up your wetness and licking every inch of your pussy.

“Mr. Hemmings!” You exclaimed and whimpered as he did this. Your back arched to help him find more areas to lick. You could no longer hold back your voice as the man between your thighs sucked on your clit, making your legs shake. A long finger eased itself inside of you, twisting around and stretching your pussy, making way for what was to come. A slight burn accompanied the finger, but you still felt a knot growing inside of your stomach as your teacher continued to work on you.

“I-I think,” you were cut short by Hemmings adding another finger, making you wince slightly, but the pain quickly subsided as he curved his fingers up into you, hitting a spot inside of you that felt better than anything else. You curled your toes inside your shoes as your vision was blurred and white dots appeared in front of your eyes. “Oh, god,” you whimpered quietly as you felt the knot inside of you burst and you came around your teacher’s fingers.

He turned you around to make you sit upright on the desk and watch as he licked his fingers clean, making you tilt your head back and moan softly. He pulled you forward into him, making your lips meet for the first time. As you opened your mouth, he inserted his tongue, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

After he pulled back, he placed his hands on either side of you and asked, “Has any boy ever made you feel so good?” As he placed small kisses on your collarbone. Slowly, you shook your head, still dazed from your prior orgasm. Pulling away from you with a smirk on his face, he asked, “What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with a guy?” He pecked your lips with a small kiss.

You avoided his gaze and question, feeling the blush find its way to your cheeks yet again. His hand reached your chin and turned your head to look at him. “I asked you a question, Miss,” he said sternly, narrowing his eyes again, “and, as your teacher, I expect an answer.”

You swallowed before quietly mumbling, “Nowhere.”

He cupped around his ear and asked you to speak up.

You let out a deep breath before saying, “I’m a virgin,” and looking him in the eyes. The smirk was wiped off his face and he took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“I, uh,” he started slowly, “did not know that.”

This time you were the one to narrow your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and asking, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He seemed to panic as he tried explaining himself, “No, I, uh, didn’t mean that I think you’re easy or anything, I just assumed because most seniors nowadays have, you know, uh, had sex, and such.”

“Well, I haven’t found anyone who I’m willing to give it to yet.”

You were both silent for a minute before you stepped onto the ground and walked over to him, pulling him down by his tie into a passionate kiss. “Until now,” you said shyly as you pulled away from him.

The cocky smirk returned to his handsome face as he watched you straighten your skirt and skirt before gathering your things. “I’ll see you tomorrow in detention, (Y/N),” he called after you as you opened the door and walked away.

School Days

Genre: Slight angst, fluff

Word count: 8k

Originally posted by apgujeon

Drifting lazily above your head, you laid back on the grass and watched the puffy white clouds go by, finding the different shapes within them. One was obviously supposed to be a dragon, releasing a wisping breath of steam as if it were tired of holding it in all this time. It’s eyes were the pale blue of the sky with the smallest fleck of white that seemed to be staring at you. You never tore your eyes from it. What am I supposed to do now? You silently asked the dragon. His eyes seemed to search yours as you waited for the answer to come to you.

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Tutoring (Hongseok Scenario)

author’s note: im so sorry this took so long, i’ve been super busy with school but now that i’m on my break i finally got to finish this scenario. Thank you for being patient and i hope you like it even though it sucks. This is also my first pentagon scenario whoop whoop

↳ characters:  BadBoy!Hongseok x HardworkingStudent!reader

↳ genre: fluffity fluff fluff

↳ word count: 1,140

↳ summary: [requested] hello! can i request pentagon’s hongseok scenario where both of you were from the same school but he’s popular and a fuckboy while you are a smart student, didn’t really care about any popular students inc him until the teacher asked you to be his tutor. make it fluff~ thank you ^^

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