what an attractive uniform i have

things you said // nurseydex

a/n: took a break from my swawesome santa (also need a beta for that hmu if ur interested) to churn out some cheesy nurseydex. it……has been a rough few weeks. hope this makes some ppl smile. 6k, those Corny But Classic™ ‘things you said’ prompts.

things you said that surprised me

Don’t get Nursey wrong, he loves a good Kegster – sweaty, loud, beer spilling down the front of his shirt, the Haus practically pulsing with a mix off Holster’s iPod – but he thinks there may or may not be something to say for just hanging out in the living room with the guys, smoking weed or watching TV or just talking, piled on top of each other across the couch and happily enclosed in the trademark Haus Bubble.

It’s almost better than the rush he gets from crowdsurfing or dancing on the kitchen table, he thinks, digging his toes further beneath Dex’s legs. Dex pauses just to throw a halfhearted glare in his direction before taking a swallow of beer. 

Something at the bottom of Nursey’s stomach flutters, immediately followed by a silent, internal berating. Get it together, you weirdo.

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Levi x Shy Reader - Say it with words

It was one of those days. You were used to cleaning and scrubbing the windows, shelves and floors but it was the fact that you were practically the only one doing it. Well, that was half true. All of your friends were ordered to clean as well, but you were the only one actually doing any of the work. You were stood by one of the windows in your cleaning uniform concentrating on the work you were asked to do. Your friends, however, were just stood chatting to each other.

The sound of angry, raised voices came from a pair of boys: Eren and Jean, nothing new. Mikasa watched them closely, she didn’t mind raised voices but if any contact was involved she would be there in the blink of an eye. Another sound distracted you from them, it was Sasha and Connie making karate noises again. They moved their limbs around slowly, occasionally swinging at the other. The feather dusters they had were used instead of real fighting equipment. They were your friends and you appreciated that they were having fun but you would rather they helped out a little. The only person that seemed to be doing work was Armin, though he had to stop once Jean and Eren started arguing.

You began to worry that you would all be punished for not doing the work so you decided to speak up, “um… Guys?” Your quiet voice only just managed to make it’s way through the other voices. Everyone except Sasha and Connie turned their attention to you. “Maybe we should get back to cleaning. Captain Levi won’t be pleased if it’s not up to his standard.”

“I suppose you’re right, [F/N]. But I want to finish dealing with this joker first.” Jean looked back at Eren with an angry expression. Eren immediately drew his attention to him, “Hey who are you calling a joker?” He took hold of Jean’s collar which made Jean do the same to him.

“Guys! You got to stop fighting.” Armin’s worried voice was almost drowned out by the squabbling.

This was the point at which Mikasa began to separate the two of them.

Something drew Armin’s attention to the door and a look of worry grew on his features, “Guys I can hear someone coming.”

“Huh?” The two males stopped speaking and tried to listen out, but Connie and Sasha were still making those karate noises.

“Quiet you two!” The noises stopped suddenly and everything was silent… Except for the tapping of footsteps becoming louder. “Damnit, Armin’s right!”

Everyone ran to the nearest area and attempted to make it look like they had been cleaning all this time. You had kept yourself by the window you had been cleaning before.

The door swung open, each one of you expected it to be Levi on the other side of the door so you braced yourselves for the worst… But instead of Levi entering, squad leader Mike strolled passed all of you. Once he was gone you could see and feel the tension in the room drop completely. “Thank Maria… I thought it was going to be Captain shortie.” Jean huffed.

Suddenly, the door swung open again, this time it was Levi. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Everyone began cleaning again, knowing that if it looked like they hadn’t been doing so they would most likely be forced to do laps.

“Get back to work, brats.” Levi’s voice was as deep as always, it sent a chill up your spine. He began to examine the room; looking for any speck of dust he could find to make you all have a punishment. He started at Jean and Eren’s spots, making his way around the room. Running his finger over every surface and rubbing his forefinger and thumb together whenever he found something he wasn’t pleased with. He would say nothing apart from “Tch” and “Filthy”.

It didn’t take long for him to come across to the windows you were tasked with cleaning. You kept your head down as he walked passed you, feeling his eyes bury into your body. It didn’t really help that you were rather attracted to the short man. Well, who in the survey corps wasn’t?

He ran his finger over the window you had just been cleaning, but he didn’t feel the need to rub his finger and thumb together. You lifted your head to see what was going on but looked away again once you saw his silver eyes on you once again.

Levi shifted his body so he was facing everyone, “Are you all seriously expecting me to think that you cleaned this place?”

… Silence…

“30 laps, all of you, now. And don’t think you can get out of it, I have your uniforms in my office so you can’t change back.”

You and your friends began to make your way to the door, until Levi spoke again, “Except [F/N], it seems you were the only one who obeyed me and actually cleaned. You can change into your uniform.”

You felt a small wave of happiness, knowing that your hard work had paid off. But you still felt a little bad for your friends. You gave them a small smile before heading to your room to change.


You looked around for your uniform in every corner of you room, but they were still nowhere to be seen. Why now? Where the heck could they-

You facepalmed.

Levi had taken everyone’s uniforms into his office, yours obviously with them. Felling a little stupid, you started making your way to Levi’s office through the corridor. On the way you passed Mike again. You didn’t make eye-contact with him, it was like awkwardly passing teachers in the hallway when you were meant to be in class.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself just outside Levi’s office; feeling a little hezitant, you quietly knocked.

“Who is it?” Levi’s low voice echoed.

“It-it’s [F/N] [L/N], sir.”

Levi opened the door and saw that you were still in your cleaning clothes, “I thought I told you to change?”

“I know sir, but I can’t find my uniform… I-I think it was with everyone else’s uniforms. Would it be alright if I fetched them?

Levi was silent for a moment… "Tch. I gave them to someone to wash and they won’t be done for a while.”

Your heart sank. This cleaning uniform was already uncomfortable and now you had to wear it even longer. “Oh… I see, thank you anywa-”

“Come inside. I’ll get a spare set of my own uniform, you can wear that.” He lead you in before going through another door at the other side of the room.

You felt very strange. You didn’t really want to wear his clothing but you thought it would be rude to refuse the offer. The door behind you was shut and Levi had left you in his office alone so you weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself. In front of you was Levi’s desk, as always it was the cleanest desk you had seen, but something caught your eye. Whatever Levi had been writing before you had knocked seemed to have your name on it. Leaning over his desk, you tried to get a loser look. However, he had placed a blank piece of paper over it, as if trying to hide it and the more you leaned over you could see scrunched up pieces of paper scattered by his chair.

This was odd behaviour for Levi and you knew that perfectly well. A noise drew your attention to the side, seeing a clearly unimpressed Levi standing with his arms locked over his chest. Immediately, you returned back to a normal standing position with a light shade of pink on your cheeks.

“Tch. Go and get changed, brat, and wear everything I put out for you.”

You did as he said and entered the room he just came from. What did he mean by everything? What you didn’t realise was that this room was actually Levi’s bedroom, and as expected it was the cleanest bedroom in the whole place. On his bed was a very neatly folded set of uniform.

It didn’t take too long to put the uniform on but his shirt was very tight, specifically around the chest area. You tugged and pulled on the shirt, trying your best to cover yourself up but you knew it was no use. When you looked back at the bed you saw one last piece of clothing: a cravat.

“So that’s what he meant.” you said with a hint of relief in your tone.

The only problem was that you had no idea how to tie it… You tried and tried but every time it just turned out to be a mess. Though you didn’t want to, you knew that all you could do was go out as the way you were.

When you exited Levi’s bedroom you were still desperately trying to tie the cravat, or at least make it presentable. He turned his head to face you, but what you didn’t see was the look he gave you in that uniform. He didn’t expect the shirt to be that tight.

You had been struggling with the cravat for a while and it was still a complete mess.

Levi stood from his chair and carefully came to aid you. He removed your hands from the white material before tying it correctly. As he did this you were looking straight into his deep, concentrating eyes. But what you didn’t realise is that he was holding his breath.

Your cheeks suddenly turned red once he caught you staring and you looked away to try and hide it.

“Done.” was all he decided to say before returning to his desk.

“Th-thank you sir…” you quickly made your way to the door with your hands still covering your chest, you were about to leave until you heard Levi’s voice again.

“[F/N], it’s not a good idea to walk around like that. Just stay here until your uniform has dried.”

You gave a sheepish nod before taking a seat on the sofa by the door. You kept your head down and stared at your feet.

“You are allowed to talk you know,” Levi said without removing his eyes from his work, “you never seem to speak when I’m around.”

“Oh… well, I suppose I never really know what to say.” you felt a little guilty, maybe he thought you didn’t like him?

“Then write it down.” you lifted your head to see him looking straight at you, “If you can’t say or show it then write it.” you weren’t really sure what he meant so you gave him a little look of confusion.

A sigh escaped his lips. “I’ll give you an example…” he picked up a folded piece of paper and began to stand. “Let’s say that someone looks stoic, emotionless and cold. They may even act that way towards someone that they’ve known for a while now. But this person feels differently about that someone compared to everyone else.” His feet slowly began to guide him towards you. “That person desperately wants to tell that ‘someone’ how they feel but they don’t know how to say it or how they are going to react.” he stopped directly in front of you. You looked up at him and saw a strange softness in his gaze, it gave you a strange feeling in your stomach.

“Maybe the only way they can tell them is by writing it down.” he held out the folded paper to you and you nervously took it from his hands, your cheeks were now red and you could feel your heart racing.

Levi took a seat next to you as you began to unfold the paper. There were only four words written on it but that one sentence left your whole face red and heart beating furiously inside your chest.

“I never knew how to tell you but I guess I can say it now.” you turned your attention to him so he could finish. “[F/N], I love you.”

You covered your mouth with your hands and the small piece of paper, unable to say anything. Levi wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, you wasted no time in doing the same to him..

“I’ve always loved you and I will continue to, [F/N]”

You pulled away slightly so you could look into his eyes again. Suddenly, you felt yourself move your face towards his and before you knew it your lips were touching.

When you pulled away you saw slight surprise in his eyes which made you giggle, “I didn’t know what to say and there wasn’t a pen nearby.”

Let's Be Honest Here

We’d all much rather prefer a guy/girl in a marching band uniform than a knight in shining armor.

Meaningless Nothings

Pairings: Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, innuendos

Word Count: 1865

The smell of the bar overpowered your senses as you walked into the familiar dive. It was only a block away from campus, and you were out celebrating having just graduated from Starfleet Academy. They next day you were supposed to ship out on the USS Enterprise, as the ship and its crew were on shore leave.

“(Y/N)!” Your friend and roommate, Karsa, called to you from her spot in a booth.

“Hey, guys.” You greeted your swarm of friends that sat at the table, all clutching a drink in their hands. “Ready to party?”

And you did party. By twenty-two hundred all your friends had gone home, but you insisted on staying.

In an almost drunken haze, you sat yourself down at the bar, ordering your second, no, third Budweiser Classic that night. You usually didn’t drink this much, or at all really, but your friends had convinced you to let loose just this once.

“How many of those have you had?” A voice behind you caused you to jump. Twisting quickly to the side, you almost slam into a man. You took in his appearance.

Dark blonde hair styled to the side, although it looked as if he had run his hands through it several times. Pink lips that curved upwards in a gentle grin. Leather jacket that you couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like on your bedroom floor. Oh, don’t forget the eyes. They were more blue than the medical uniform you wore. You couldn’t deny it, you were definitely attracted to this mystery man.

“Enough to know that I shouldn’t have anymore.” You grinned, taking a sip of your beverage. The man smiled wider, leaning on arm on the bar.

“My name’s Jim Kirk.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You smiled. Jim smiled back you, leaning closer towards your seated frame.

“Pretty name.” He breathed. His face was inches from yours, and when he spoke you could feel his minty breath mixing with yours. Your heart beat faster at the sudden closeness, but you didn’t try and pull away.

“You have two names, Jim and Kirk.” You blurted suddenly. Mentally groaning, you admitted to yourself you didn’t know how to flirt. Luckily, Jim found the humor and tilted his head back with laughter. You admired him yet again. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled widely, and his eyes became even more vibrant. He was absolutely gorgeous.

“Actually, I have three.” He smiled, placing a hand on your knee. The warmth his hand provided had an effect on you even through your jeans. You quirked a brow at him, urging him to continue. “James Tiberius Kirk, at your service.” He mock a salute, causing a laugh to ripple through you.

“Well, James Tiberius Kirk, glad to have you at my service.” You teased, running a finger over the back of his hand and up his arm.

You woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. You attempted to sit up to turn it off, but an arm slung around your torso held you in place. Your naked torso.

You were completely naked.

A quick scan around the room proved your theory that you were in someone else’s apartment. Glancing at the clock with worry, a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you realized you still had three hours until you had to report to the shuttle bay. You had a piercing headache, but pushed it to the side as it was the least of your worries.

You laid back down on the bed and pulled the sheets over your chest. Turning slightly, you caught a glimpse of dark blonde hair. Suddenly, the events of last night came back to you.

“Jim.” You whispered harshly, struggling to get him awake. If you had any hope of getting out of his grip, you had to wake him up. “Jim.” You tried again. Still, he refused to stir. Rolling your eyes, you brought your hand up and flicked his face. Out of instinct, Jim pulled you closer by the arm he still had secured around your waist as he startled awake.

“What’s going on?” He groaned, bringing his free hand up to his face to rub the spot you had just attacked.

“I have to leave, but your arm is, well, not letting me.” You rambled, blushing lightly as you got a peak of his exposed abdomen.

“Are you sure you have to leave?” He grinned, and you blushed again. The look in his eyes, however sleep laden they were, made you want to stay. No. You had to leave. The next chapter of your life was about to begin and you couldn’t be late because of some drunken hookup.

No matter how tingly that hookup’s vibrant blue eyes made you feel.

“I’m starting a new job today, James Tiberius Kirk.” You sat up, still holding the blanket over your chest. Drunk you was a lot more confident than sober you.

“At least let me make you breakfast.” Jim offered, sitting up quickly. From the look on his face and his rushed tone, you could tell he was being sincere when he said he didn’t want you to leave.

“You always make breakfast for your one night stands?” You mocked with a grin, making sure to put emphasis on what you titled the little fling. It wasn’t like you didn’t like Jim, you had a genuine interest in him. But you were shipping out soon to start a five year mission in space. You were about to leave and couldn’t start a relationship just to have it end in an hour. You couldn’t do that to him, or anyone for that matter.

You knew you were making the right decision, but seeing his smile falter momentarily had ripped your heart out.

Soon enough, his grin was back on his face, acting as if he didn’t hear your declaration that this was a one time thing.

“Only for the ones named (Y/N).” He drawled. Making his way to his dresser, he quickly pulled on a pair of underwear. You had already gotten dressed again, and it was a miracle that you were able to find all your clothes. They had been thrown around the room last night during hasty undressing. You blushed as you remembered the feeling of his calloused hands making their way up under your shirt.

“I really have to go, but it was nice meeting you.” You offered pathetically, pretending not to see the deflated look in his crystalline blue eyes that you had grown to adore.

“Hope we can do it again sometime.” He quipped halfheartedly. You threw him a fleeting smile over your shoulder as you stepped out his apartment door.

Now all you had to do was make the walk of shame back to your dorm.

“Nurse (Y/L/N)!” A deep southern accent belonging to Chief Medical Officer Leonard McCoy, your superior, called.

“Yes, Dr. McCoy?” You glanced up from the PADD in your hands. You had been on the USS Enterprise for less than six hours and already were drowning in the amount of grunt work you had to do. Currently, you had been busying yourself by checking supplies.

“The Captain’s in examination room three. I can’t deal with him now.” He groaned, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. You had to stifle a smile. You had heard stories that the CMO and Captain were good friends. “He’s got a minor injury, so if you could just patch him up and get him out of my hair, I’ll let you take lunch early.”

“Got it.” You grinned, taking the file out of Leonard’s hands and walking towards the room.

Your nerves began to work in overdrive. It was your first day and you already had to work with the Captain. The freaking Captain!

As you walked into the examination room, your nose was buried into the file.

“(Y/N)?” The oh-so familiar voice called. You froze, standing with your back to him. Slowly, you turned on your heel. Oh god, it was him. Your eyes went wide as you took in the disheveled dark blonde hair.

You had boned your Captain last night.

“Captain.” You greet formally, throwing in a curt nod just to make things more awkward.

“Oh come on,” he grinned. “it’s Jim.” You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. If he didn’t feel awkward about what had happen then why should you?

“Jim, we’ve been in flight for less than a day and you’re already hurt.” You tried to hold a formal tone, but exasperation leaked into your words. He gave you an innocent grin, and you mockingly rolled your eyes. “What’d you do?”

“I hit my head.” He mumbled out. Clearly, he was embarrassed. Quirking a brow, you wordlessly asked for more information. “Okay, so I was in the dining hall, minding my own business and talking with Lieutenant Uhura when suddenly I was attacked.”

“Attacked?” You asked in disbelief. No one in their right mind would attack the Captain in his own ship. “What do you mean, attacked?” Jim sighed heavily, and you knew the story was about to get better.

“Well, it might have just been Commander Spock suddenly appearing behind me and talking—”

“Which scared you so much you tripped, fell, and hit your head on a table?” You finished, guessing where the story was going. When he nodded, it took all the professionalism in you to stop you from laughing.

“Spock said I should go to medical and see if I got a concussion.” He said glumly. You nodded, picking up the tricorder and scanning him. When you finished, you sighed and placed all the tools back where you found them.

“Well, all I found was a bruised ego from being bested by a bench, but other than that you’re fine.” You teased, turning back around to log your findings into the PADD.

Your heard Jim move, and suddenly felt his presence right behind you.

“You know, I think you owe me for running out like that this morning, and not even telling me you worked on my ship.” He whispered into your ear. You blushed, turning to face him.

“Sorry about that, but in my defense I didn’t know you were in Starfleet.” You shrugged, hyperaware of the practically nonexistent gap between the two of you.

“I think you should tell me more about you.” He grinned, taking a half step back. “Over lunch.” You smiled widely, glad your luck had worked and things weren’t awkward between you and him. That meaningless hookup had even scored you a date with the Captain.

“Alright, fine.” He took your hand in his, and led you out of the examine room.

“Hey, Bones!” He shouted with a giddy smile. You blushed, hoping your superior wouldn’t get upset at the fact you were fraternizing with a crew mate while on duty. Leonard took a quick glance between the two of you, noticing your entwined hands before letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Do you have to get all sweet on my nurses?”

anonymous asked:

An artist drew an amazing work it looked beautiful but it was Levi Ackerman in a Nazi uniform.The artist says they dont support Nazism they simply find the uniform attractive.I haven't rebloged the art because I have mixed feelings.What is your opinion?

I’m kinda flattered that you ask me..^^ Probably because I’m german what is understandable.
I think that it’s okay to draw it but the person should be aware of the meaning behind it and that somebody might get the wrong idea.There are definitely people who won’t enjoy the view…
Aah I don’t know, the more I think about it, the less do I like the idea…when you look at the artwork you automatically connect the character with Nazis and that brings certainly no joy…
Well…the artist can stil draw whatever they want but as I said, he/she should be aware of its sensitive topic.

Coffee Talks- Yoongi

So yeah, I’m uploading another one bc it was sitting in my drafts all finished and shit and i don’t know why i didn’t upload it earlier. 

I put a name for a girl, but you can erase it and put your name in <3

But I hope you like it tho :3

The ending is a little bit weird and cringe worthy, but nevermind keke

Genre: fluff

Paring: Min Yoongi x Reader

Count of words: 2384

Summary: Who said that guy can’t be shy around girl he likes? 

Originally posted by notjustaphase

She was standing there. Looking beautiful as always. Her eyes were shining. Her smile brighter than the sun. And those rosy cheeks. She was the most beautiful person he ever laid his eyes on. Even though some people told him she’s too plain. She was amazingly beautiful for him.

So he was standing leaned against his locker looking at her every move. The way she was gesturing while describing something. The way her cheeks were going up when she was smiling. She was perfect even when she was just standing still listening to her friend. Oh boy, he was so in love with her. But there was one thing that was keeping him from telling her what he felt for her. He thought she didn’t see him in any other way than a friend. Cliché, right? A guy falls in love with his friend that he assume doesn’t feel the same.

Not that he ever asked her about it. He couldn’t . He was too scared to do the first move. Common isn’t it? He didn’t want to lose her as friend because of his little, stupid crush. “Hyung!” He heard right next to his ear. “Goddamn it Hobie! Why are you screaming into my ear?” He pushed him away lightly with a frown on his face. “You were staring at Sooyeon-ah again. Why don’t you tell her?” Namjoon asked fixing his glasses. “Can we not talk about this? You are annoying me even more than usual.” He said putting his backpack on one shoulder. “Sooyeon noona!” Jungkook exclaimed when he saw her walking up to their group.

Oh my, she’s so beautiful.

“Kookie!” She ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. Every time Yoongi saw Jungkook’s arms around her waist he felt like someone was stubbing him in the stomach. “Hey oppa!” She greeted her older brother. “Have you eaten?” Jin asked in concern. “Oppa don’t worry. I’ve eaten my lunch.” She laughed and came up to Yoongi. “I haven’t greeted you yet.” She smiled cutely and hugged his waist. He out his arms around her shoulders patting her head gently. “Okay Yoongs. Take care of her from now on because I have drama class. Bye everyone!” Seokjin waved while walking away. “Go to your classes idiots. You will be late.” He spoke up still holding her in his arms.

It has been like this. Long hugs for hellos and goodbyes. It was so hard for him to let her go, but soon after she pulled away from his embrace, she put her arm around his waist and started walking to their class. So he put his arm around her shoulders holding her closer. It looked as they were a couple. People were assuming that they were. Oh, how he wished for it to be true. He was debating whether he should tell her or not. He was always telling himself not to do it. But his time came. Even if he was going to lose the best person that came into his life. He decided to do this. They were heading to their class while Sooyeon was telling him some story from last weekend when she was the the sea with her aunt. But Yoongi turned left to the corridor that was always empty. He stopped and moved away from her a little bit so she was standing in front of him.

She was in shock of course. She didn’t know what’s going on. But she was also excited that she was there only with him. “Yoongi what’s wrong?” She asked looking at him, but he lowered his head and was looking at his feet. “I…I just…uh…wanted t-to…ah…ask i-if you…” He paused for a bit and looked up at her. She was giving him reassuring smile. Yoongi wiped his sweaty palms on the school uniform jacket and scratched the back of his head. “You can ask me whatever you want oppa. I will try to answer.” She put her hand on his shoulder and he smiled. “I wanted to ask…if you want to go and grab some coffee with me after school?” He said on one breath looking at her face closely. Her hand dropped from his shoulder and he felt big hand clenching onto his heart. But then her hands went to her cheeks to cover bright red blush. Her common action when she was surprised. “Oh my…ah!” She looked up at the ceiling smiling brightly. “As the…” She started when she calmed down. “…date? Only if you want to.” He finished for her.

Next thing he knew was her throwing herself lightly on him hugging him. “Of course oppa. I’d like to!” She smiled at him when they pulled away. “For real?” Like a date? You want to…” He looked at her in awe. “Oh shit.” He whispered still amazed by all the situation. “I would like to go on a date with oppa.” She smiled now shyly when those words slipped out of her lips. “I will wait for you at the front doors, okay?” He smiled at her when she looked up at him. :Okay, but now let’s go to our class. We’ll be late.” She grabbed his hand and started running. He felt sparkles when she touched him and butterflies in his stomach.

This is great.

They were sitting at the same desk . So close to each other. Their shoulders were brushing against each other when one of them started to write down the lesson. In the middle of biology class Yoongi felt warm little hand on his under the table. His eyes widen  and he looked down. She was holding his hand. Without any reason. Yoongi looked up at her. She had warm smile on her face looking at the teacher that was explaining something. But Yoongi didn’t paid attention to him. He was more focused on her touch. Her thumb was drawing circles on the back of his hand. He finally go himself together and intertwined his fingers with hers. Sooyeon laid her head on his shoulder sighing. “I like you Min Yoongi.” She whispered into his ear. His whole body tensed up, but soon after he looked to the side and met her beautiful eyes. “I like you too Kim Sooyeon.” And he squeezed her hand lightly.

Whole day was filled with skinship and sweet talk. Yoongi didn’t know what got to him to be like this. But he enjoyed it truly. They were holding hands, laughing their butts off. Sooyeon hugged him more often than usually. They were acting like a couple even when they weren’t. Just yet.

It was about the time when Yoongi was supposed to wait for her at the main entrance. And he did it. He was waiting for her leaned against the wall looking at everyone who was walking out of the school. After few minutes he saw her. She was looking around. Yoongi decided to come up to her from behind and sneak his arms around her waist. Sooyeon squeaked jumping up. “Oppa! You’re mean!” She slapped his arm playfully when she turned around. “Did you tell hyung that you’re not coming back home with him?” He asked just in case. “Oh…no I didn’t.” She looked down. “Don’t worry beautiful. He’s actually coming this way so we can ask him.” Yoongi put his index finger under her chin and put her head up smiling warmly. “Hyung!” He waved at his friend when he was closer. “What’s up Yoongi-ah?” He asked coming up to them. “I wanted to ask for your permission to take Sooyeon on a little date today.” He said shyly. Jin widen his eyes at him. “Oppa! Don’t look at him like this.” She poked his arm. “You have my permission, but her home before nine, okay?” Yoongi nodded energetically grabbing her hand. “Thanks hyung!” He waved at him when they were running down the stairs.

They were walking on the streets holding hands and laughing. “There is great café around the corner. Let oppa treat you with really good coffee.” Yoongi put his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer. “Are you going there often?” She looked up at him. “I’m spending there every Saturday. It has really nice atmosphere to write lyrics.” He smiled dragging her into some cozy looking café. “Oppa, how do you know such peaceful place?” She asked looking around when they sat on sofa. “I’m not as cold as it looks, Sooyeon-ah.” Yoongi stood up leaving her small posture on big, red sofa. “What do you want?” He asked taking out his wallet. “The same as you, you have good taste in coffees.” She smiled up at him taking off her uniform jacket. “Americano indeed?” He winked at her and walked off to the counter.

Sooyeon was looking at Yoongi’s profile. Admiring every inch of his face. She has realized that after saying “I like you”s to each other she find him even more attractive. His cheeks looked so soft. His eyes were shining when he looked back at her. She could say she was in love with Min Yoongi. But she has never been in love before. She was still looking at him when she saw blond girl from her art class talking to him. No, she wasn’t talking. She was flirting with him. Sooyeon felt anger boiling inside of her already. She jumped up from the sofa and came up to him. “Oppa, why is it taking so long?” She clenched onto his arm with one arm and intertwined her fingers with his with other hand. “Oh, hi!” Sooyeon acted cute looking at the girl. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you come home with your brother?” She was confused. “It’s none of your business Eunjin. “ Yoongi snapped back at her. “Oppa, calm down.” Sooyeon caressed his cheek. “Let’s take our order and go to our table.” “Eh you’re right jagi. Bye Eunjin.” He took both cups of iced Americano and left Eunjin in shock.

Sooyeon was in shock too. Her heart was pounding against her chest like crazy when she heard him saying such beautiful word to her. They sat on big, red sofa and Sooyeon sat at close to Yoongi as it was possible. “Oppa…” She sang leaning to him. When he looked at her, their noses touched making both of them blush. But none of them moved away. “You must really like me. “ She smiled cutely. “You called me jagi.” Sooyeon was beyond happy. She felt butterflies in her stomach when Yoongi smiled happily at her. “I do really like you Sooyeon-ah. I hope it won’t sound creepy, but I have fallen for you. I don’t only like you. I love you. I have loved you for quite long time now.” He admitted blushing like crazy. “Omo. Oppa, since when are you so honest?” She asked playfully.  “But I have to say that I have some strong feelings to you too. I think I can even say I love you too.” Her face was on fire. Yoongi sat straight looking her in the eyes. “Are you serious?” He asked excited like little boy. Sooyeon nodded hiding her bright red face behind the curtains of her black hair.

Yoongi was on cloud nine. He thought there is no chance for him to bi in relationship with girl that he loved. He thought that she won’t love him back. Yoongi thought that no one will actually love him. But she does. And he was so thankful for that.

When Sooyeon looked up at him with shy smile and red cheeks he fell in love once again. He fell in love with her innocence and cuteness. He could look at her for hours. “Oppa, don’t stare at me like this.” She slapped his arm playfully. “I just think you’re so pretty jagiya.” Yoongi placed his palm on her cheek and caressed it with his thumb. “Thank you.” Sooyeon whispered looking him in the eyes.

After few moments she looked away at her cup. She tried to hid her embarrassment. “Sooyeon-ah?” Yoongi whispered to her. She looked back at him and their faces were inches away. He was looking deeply into her eyes. “Hm?” He murmured trying hard not to break the eye contact. “I love you.” His words were like honey to her heart. She was looking back at him in awe. No one ever told her “I love you”. No one ever made her feel  so loved before. “Will you make me the honor and let me call you my love?” He asked taking her hands in his. Sooyeon was speechless. Her heart was pounding against her chest. Butterflies were going crazy in her stomach. Her hands started trembling. “Oppa…” She whispered letting one, happy tear roll down her cheek. “You’re the first man in my life that made me feel so loved and beautiful. You are so amazing and I appreciate every second with you. “ She made a pause and connected her forehead with his. “And I have to say yes. I want oppa to be my boyfriend.”

Yoongi pulled away from her a bit and scanned her face. His eyes started traveling from her eyes to her lips and back up again. She closed her eyes and whispered “Just do it Yoongi-ah.” He didn’t need other words of courage. His lips landed perfectly and gently on her. She didn’t dare to move. She stayed still and let him do the work until she get used to it. After few brushed of Yoongi’s soft lips against her she started moving with him in sync. Sooyeon pulled away before she could get excited. “What happened?” Yoongi asked looking concerned. “I just… it felt too good…and…I just…ugh never mind.” She got frustrated and looked down.

“Hey look at me.” He placed his index finger under her chin and put her head up. “Don’t worry. It’s okay that you feel this way babycakes. I don’t blame you sweetheart.” He smiled at her warmly. “Oppa, why are you so good to me?” Sooyeon asked wrapping her arms around his neck snuggling her face into the crock of his neck. “Because you deserve being treat like princess jagiya.” He kissed her cheek putting his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to his chest.

Sickbay Confessions

gif belongs to trekmystars

Title: Sickbay Confessions

Pairing: Archer x Reader

Word Count: 1,002

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Jonathan made his way towards sickbay.  He got news of your injuries on the alien planet only five seconds ago.  He had reservations about sending you down to the surface, but you told him that you could handle it.  Archer knew you could handle yourself, but some planets were unpredictable.  The captain had a feeling something would go wrong.  He hated being right, especially since you were the one that had gotten hurt.

The doors to sickbay opened as Archer approached them.  Phlox approached him, as he was walking away from your biobed.  “[Y/N] needed an unconventional form of medicine, so she might be a little loopy,” Phlox informed the captain.  “I told Trip and Mr. Reed they could return to their duties  [Y/N] seemed to get the worst of it.  You can ask her what happened when she recovers.”

Archer nodded, padding towards the biobed that you were laying on.  He rested his hand on your arm, gaining your attention rather quickly.  You tried to sit up, but Archer put his hands on your shoulders so you couldn’t get up.  “You need to rest [Y/N].  Doctor’s orders.”  The captain released your shoulders when he knew you wouldn’t move.

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SasuNaruSasu Fanfiction Rec-List. Pt 2

Cheat [Chapters: 11 - Words: 32,809] by xrosepetalsx

Naruto and Sasuke have the same girlfriend, but it’s imperative Sakura doesn’t find out they know about her cheating ways. What will come of these two’s situation, and there unusual attraction to one another? Sasunaru onesided Sasusaku and Narusaku AU

Hot In Here [Words: 3,964] by darkalbino

One thing hotter than a man in uniform? Well hell, I think TWO men WITHOUT uniform kinda takes the cake. SasuNaru, lemon, oneshot.

Instincts [Words: 9,485] by Sleeping-Lion7

When the vampiric Uchiha clan returns to Konoha tension within the Berserkers pack rises. Unfortunately for Naruto, tension isn’t the only thing that’s rising. NaruSasu Werewolf!Naru Vampire!Sasuke. THIS STORY IS COMPLETE! I HAVE NO PLANS TO CONTINUE!

Crazy About You [Words: 2,836] by xrosepetalsx

They didn’t agree on much, in fact, they rarely agreed on anything at all. They fought all the time and they challenged each other everyday. But in spite of their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other…

The Kyuubi [Chapters: 7 - Words: 27,448] by fluffy-fuzzy-ears

One night, the NineTails gets, well, a little frisky.. poor Naruto and Sasuke have to deal with it. NaruSasu. Slight AU!

Feeling the Heat [Words: 12,997] by michelerene

Sasuke mistakes his savior for an angel and asks him to stay. Naruto, a firefighter doing his job, hasn’t broken a promise yet. Written for NaruSasu Day

Twenty-One [Words:3445] by Miasen

It’s Naruto’s birthday, and as he is turning twenty-one it is only natural that it is spent in a bar, finally drinking (legally). And if it happens that the bartender is a drop gorgeous one, that’s only a bonus.

Unconditionally [Words:4661] by stylinourry

It’s inevitable.. sasuke thought he was doing alright…until he realized he wanted him all this time.

Delicious [Words: 9633] by fangirlandiknowit

As a vampire, you’re supposed to strike fear into the hearts of humans, Sasuke knows this. It’s just not that easy when the human refuses to be intimidated. Then again, this isn’t just any human, this is Uzumaki Naruto, and he’s not interested in playing victim…

Rebuilding a clan is hard work [Words: 1,398]by kally77

sasu/naru. Crack!fic. Implied mpreg. Cute little Uchihas running around. Might rot your teeth from excessive sweetness or give you a sugar rush. Consider yourself warned.

The Story of How I Saved Sasuke [Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,765] by kally77

The Story of How I, Uzumaki Naruto, the Greatest Ninja That Ever Lived, Saved Uchiha Sasuke from the Rabid Fangirls of Doom. // crack!fic. SasuNaruSasu. Spoilers for recent manga story arcs.

What Happens In Tanzaku City [Chapters: 8 - Words: 18,408] by TanukiRaccoon

Sasuke and Naruto wake up after a drunken night in Tanzaku City… oh my… what’s that on your finger, Uzumaki-san? Or should I say, Uchiha-san? Yaoi, SasuNaru, AU

How Naruto and Sasuke Became Friends [Words: 5431] by prettypriestess

The heavens have chosen the accidental kiss as their running gag.

Three times when Sasuke didn’t kiss Naruto [Chapters: 20 - Words: 62,196] by kally77

Three times Sasuke messed up, and one time he and Naruto finally got it right. SasuNaruSasu, spoilers for manga, now complete.

Funny Way to Fall [Words:9541] by Atanih88

Naruto’s favourite late night customer has a set of wings. Yeah. Big ones.

Smile [Chapters: 28 - Words: 255,762] by Repeated Love Song

Naruto would have never guessed that an innocent dare to make the grim Sasuke Uchiha smile would lead to a struggle to keep him doing so. NaruSasu AU college years.

Ferris Wheel [Words: 12,660] by NavyBlueWings 

What do you do after drunken sex? What if it was with your best GUY friend? And what if you weren’t exactly drunk? Easy…you hide it. But blackmail is a girl’s best friend, and Sasuke’s worst enemy. SasuNaru, Sasuke POV. Winner of a poll in my profile

Complementary Colors [Chapters: 5 - Words: 12,094] by Rainfelt aka Phoe-chan

[NaruSasu AU] Sasuke, a talented and excellent student at Konoha High, has a crush on Naruto, the school’s gregarious star athlete. But he’s too shy to tell him! What’s a guy to do? Part 5 of 5. Complete.

Beat The Odds [Chapters:13/25 -  Words: 23339] by Syco

Long distance relationships are complex and hard to maintain. Naruto refuses to give into the hype about how they never work, he was going to beat the odds. A series of short moments of having a long distance relationship. NaruSasu/SasuNaru.

Like Ninja Fighters [Chapters: 9 - Words: 30,159] by Jelp

There’s more to Sasuke and Naruto’s relationship than what meets the eye - even if neither of them wants to admit it.

The Heart Knows [Words: 1,238] by Jelp

Sasuke isn’t quite sure what he’s longing for. Thankfully he doesn’t have to figure it out alone. Sasuke/Naruto. Yaoi.

Christmas Spirit [Words: 6,443] by Jelp 

No one should be alone for the holidays. Yaoi.

Delusion [Chapters: 10 - Words: 35,031] by Jelp

Medical AU. Sasuke is a renowned surgeon and Naruto is a newly transferred pediatrician. Personalities clash, rivalries are born and bets are made. But what do they always say? Opposites attract. SasuNaru

The Divine Glitch [Chapters: 5 - Words: 38,842] by michelerene

There are reasons why two people can’t be together. Separated by oceans, by wars, by family feuds. Try being the Angel of Death. Romeo and Juliet were lucky. SasuNaru

A Million Miles Away [Chapters:3 Words:6379] by narusasunaruheadcanons

“My parents moved me halfway across the world when we were twelve and before that we were best friends but now I’m back and moving in across the hall from you so hi?”

Sasuke had thought he’d never see his annoying, loud best friend again…until he moves in next door.

Sunday Mornings [Words: 4013] by narusasunaruheadcanons

Every Sunday morning Naruto’s new next door neighbours mows his lawn at the crack of dawn and Naruto’s fed up. So he goes over to Sasuke’s and plans to give him a piece of his mind - but Sasuke has other ideas on how to resolve their issues.

The Awkward Phase [Words: 1727]by narusasunaruheadcanons

Nobody is perfect…ESPECIALLY not during puberty! [small ficlet originated on tumblr]

Wait For Me To Come Home [Words: 4524] by narusasunaruheadcanons

Sasuke has no plans for Christmas this year, and would be perfectly fine if the holiday itself disappeared. Too many memories, too many things he would rather forget. His persistent-and-sorta-charming flat neighbour, Naruto, however, has it in his head that Sasuke will be spending Christmas with him.

The Great Debate [Chapters: 2 - Words: 16,343] by myfreudianslip

It all started, innocently enough, with a pair of jeans.

Listen [Words: 5,660] by Lilbakasaru

Sasuke always listened to Naruto, no matter what the he said. Sadly the blonde could never hear his own silent requests, but what if Sasuke wasn’t the only one calling out for help? AU SasuNaru One sided SakuSasu COMPLETE

The Worst Shift [Chapters:23 - Words:124465] by kizukatana/ CapturedByNoodles

A decorated officer of the court, with a police record as immaculate as his badge, Naruto Uzumaki was certain he could take on anything. Even if that meant wearing a skirt, procuring a street corner, and going undercover as a prostitute… with your old high school rival as your first client. (SasuNaru/Written by CapturedbyNoodles and Kizukatana).

The Perfect Boyfriend [Words: 13228] by IvvyMoon (blue_jack)

Sasuke needs a date to take to his family reunion. Out of desperation, he pays a waiter to pretend to be his boyfriend. The catch? He’s hoping the blond will ensure his parents never ask him to bring a date to the house ever again.

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If you have any questions about our flight today, please don’t hesitate to ask one of our flight attendants.

- Kenma is a frequent flier and is therefore completely unimpressed by and uninterested in whatever happens on the plane. The peace and quiet of a night flight allows him to make good progress with his games and he finds the sound of the plane engine quite soothing. Kuroo, a flight attendant on many of the planes Kenma travels on, is especially fond of him and goes out of his way to make sure Kenma has extra blankets and pillows, and to ask about Kenma’s game progress. Kenma gets all cute and flustered every time Kuroo remembers which game he’s playing, especially if he hasn’t flown in a while. Kuroo finds this reaction so adorable he has to go and take a breather in the staff area to try and get a hold of himself.

- Bokuto, another frequent flier, is the exact opposite. He finds flying to be exciting and absolutely fascinating and is always asking Akaashi, the flight attendant, questions about the plane’s journey and flight path and what the weather is like. Akaashi is quietly indulgent and patiently answers all of his questions. He thinks Bokuto’s enthusiasm is really sweet. When Bokuto seems to be feeling down during a flight, Akaashi will make time to have a chat and will volunteer the info himself, without having to be asked, because it always seems to cheer Bokuto up. 

- Hinata, bored on a mostly empty flight, keeps pressing the call button to summon the flight attendant because he wants attention. Flight attendant Kageyama gets more and more annoyed with his requests, until he finally demands to know what the hell Hinata is playing at. Hinata bluntly says that he thinks Kageyama is cute when annoyed and Kageyama, completely caught off guard, goes bright red and gapes like a fish before doing an abrupt about-face and stalking back down the asile to the safety of the staff area. Amused and intrigued by Kageyama’s reaction - and totally lacking in any sort of subtlty - Hinata makes a point of leaning into the aisle to watch Kageyama every time he goes past. Kageyama doesn’t stop blushing for the rest of the flight, but just before they start the landing procedure he shoves a spare juice box into Hinata’s hands. He’s taped his email address to the side of it.

- Oikawa’s natural charm and good looks make him a very popular flight attendant. He had been in training to become a pilot, but changed his mind when he realised that he would rather spend a long-haul flight being able to interact with the passengers than stuck in a tiny room at the front of the plane. He flirts shamelessly and indiscriminately, but his favourite targets are attractive businessmen like Iwaizumi, who is a regular passenger on Oikawa’s flights. Iwaizumi’s strong poker-face and lack of engagement with the flirting leads Oikawa to try more and more outrageous ways of garnering a reaction, including leaning into his personal space when reaching to collect the food tray from the next seat over, sneaking in some gentle caresses and being touchy-feely when unecessarilly adjusting the position of Iwaizumi’s pillows and even “accidentally” spilling a drink into Iwaizumi’s lap (which, of course, means Oikawa has to mop up the mess himself while kneeling in a very provocative manner and making bedroom eyes up at Iwaizumi). 

- Iwaizumi is by no means immune to Oikawa’s persistent attentions, but he prefers to watch Oikawa interact with other passengers the most. When Oikawa is charming old ladies and sneaking them extra drinks or bending down to talk soothingly to a scared child during turbulence, Oikawa’s enthusiasm for and dedication to his job really shines through, and that is when Iwaizumi finds Oikawa to be the most attractive.

Telecom High School Part 13

Jeon Jungkook x reader

This AU is inspired by the SK telecom featuring BTS

Genre: Angst, School life, Gender bender, fluff, strong language,

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You are a new student at Telecom high school. Your mom suddenly had to move and her job offered you several school options and you filled out many forms to see what school you would get in. All the schools were living schools, which meant you would be living on campus.

After a few weeks of waiting you received only one letter back telling you were welcomed to Telecom High.  Your mother and you were super excited for this great opportunity, for this was a really nice school and you would have everything paid for.

Another week passed and you received your new school uniform. You wanted to question why the outfit you received wasn’t “girl like” but you figured because it was such a professional school that this was how everyone had to dress; so you didn’t question it.

Putting the outfit on was a little difficult because you didn’t really know how to work the tie. But after several trials and errors; you got the hang of it. You smiled at yourself in the mirror and didn’t really notice that your boy-cut short hair made you look like a boy. But honestly that didn’t really matter to you, you were too excited for this amazing offer at this great school….

Boy were you wrong…

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hi everyone! it’s been forever since i last wrote one of these! i just graduated high school a little less than a month ago and having a free summer without internships, summer reading, etc. has really been throwing me off. here are a few tips on how to use this summer to relax and get yourself ready for college! if you have more tips, please add them on!


    • appearance – do whatever you think will give you more confidence. this could mean working out, teaching yourself how to do your makeup, finally trying out a new hair color, whitening your teeth, whatever you want. 
    • habits – start building any habits that you want to keep up in college. if you’re a messy person by nature, you won’t become organized in college. if you’re usually shy, you won’t become super social and outgoing as soon as you step foot on campus. start practicing now with baby steps. 
    • practical knowledge – learn skills that you’ll need to know in college. for example, learn how to budget your money or take a self defense class.
    • join your college’s facebook group and introduce yourself if you haven’t already. message other people who have similar interests!
    • add people on social media. for example, i’ve been talking to some people through snapchat, instagram, texting, and facetime and we planned meetups that way! everyone is eager to make friends before college so don’t feel intimidated. 
    • find a roommate, if you need to, and get to know them!
  • STAY ON TOP OF COLLEGE WORK. unfortunately, this summer isn’t entirely free, you do have to do a tiny amount of work. don’t fall behind on your student checklist – pick your classes, choose your dorm, find a roommate, get your health records in, etc.
  • DO THINGS YOU DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR. i used to read ALL the time but the workload in high school really slowed that down for me. so this summer, i’ve been reading for pleasure a lot and it feels so great. watch movies you’ve always wanted to watch. cook. learn a new language. watch sunrises. bike. 
  • SPEND TIME WITH FRIENDS. my friends and i didn’t hang out often during the school year because we were all so busy. this summer, we’ve hung out all the time, going to concerts, taking an impromptu trip to chicago, exploring cafes in our area, etc. we’re going to colleges that are somewhat far apart so spending time together now is very important to us.
  • SPEND TIME WITH FAMILY. you’ll miss them later. take advantage of the time you have together. have fun with them. talk often. show your parents a lot of love. 
    • try to get a picture of your dorm to see how much space you have before you buy too much/too little. 
    • start early to get the best deals and the best selection. 
    • if you have a roommate, coordinate with them so you both don’t bring in two toasters or something. you can also plan out decor with them.
    • clean out your closet and pick out clothes to take to college. don’t bring your whole wardrobe.
    • if you went to a high school with a uniform (like i did) and don’t have many “normal” outfits, buy clothes for college. stores have awesome summer sales right now!
  • ENJOY YOUR HOMETOWN. if you’re moving far away (like i am), take some time to enjoy your favorite local spots. eat at your favorite restaurants in town, visit the local attractions, go to the cute summer events. you’ll miss it.
  • LEARN ABOUT YOUR COLLEGE/COLLEGETOWN. learn about the bus routes, find some restaurants to try out, look up clubs and activities to join on campus. this will get you accustomed quicker. 

hope this helps a little bit! again, let me know if you have any more advice! and if you want to see more of these, send me requests and stuff. :-) <3 - pip

anonymous asked:

GoM's reactions to seeing an accidental panty-flash by their crush?

Aomine Daiki: The corner of Aomine’s lip curls up when the pushes the hem of your skirt just high enough up your thigh to reveal a hint of lacy underwear, and he mentally thanks whoever it was in his class who had decided to turn the fan on. The grin on his face widens even further when he sees that you hadn’t even noticed what had happened, and he leans back further in his chair, hoping to catch another glimpse, only to straighten back up hurriedly when you turn around suddenly.

“Is it getting a little cool in here? Should I turn the fan off?” You ask.
He responds immediately. “No.”

Kise Ryouta: You quickly hug down on the front of your skirt, holding the hem against your thighs as a gust of wind blows by. However, having only two hands means you’re unable to hold down the back of your skirt, and Kise’s eyes widen when he gets a quick eyeful of what you’re wearing underneath your school uniform. Never in a million years would he have imagined that you’d wear something like that - and this only fuelled his attraction towards you.

“____-cchi, the back of your skirt is blowing up…” Recovering quickly, he uses the situation as an opportunity to become closer to you. He reaches down to hold the hem of your skirt before you can protest, his hand brushing the back of your thigh. “Here, let me help you.”

Midorima Shintarou: ‘Is ____ wearing a…? Oh my god.’ Are the thoughts going through Midorima’s mind when you bend over beside his desk to pick up the eraser you had dropped. He feels his face burning up, and tries desperately to look the other way, but you had caught him looking, and oblivious to the fact that he was looking up your skirt, you try start up a casual conversation with him, only to wonder why his face was so red.

“Are you okay, Midorima-kun? Should I call sensei over and -”
“I’m fine, nanodayo.” Pressing a fist to his lips in an attempt to hide his blush, he pretends to take and interest in his pen, and all you can do is shrug off his weird behaviour.

Murasakibara Atsushi: Murasakibara isn’t the only one who catches a glimpse of your panties - your entire class does - when you trip over your own feet whilst entering the class in a hurry due to being late. Sitting up quickly, the mortification from flashing your entire class your underwear quickly takes over the sting from tripping over and landing on your knee at an awkward angle, and you’re stressing, face flushed, wondering what to do when Murasakibara pushes back his seat and stands up with a yawn.

“Sensei, I’m going to take ____-chin to the nurse’s office…”
You’re being hauled up by the arm and marched out of the classroom before you can even register it, and you can’t help but feel relieved from being rescued out of that situation - by Murasakibara, of all people.

“Oh, by the way, ____-chin…” He finally speaks, when you’re almost outside of the nurse’s office. “Your panties are really cute…so you shouldn’t be embarrassed…”

Kuroko Tetsuya: Kuroko taps you on your shoulder and politely suggests that you should tug your skirt down slightly lower, because you were flashing him everytime the wind picked up a little. Blushing, you quickly apologise to him for having to look before reaching down to attempt to push the waistband of your skirt lower.

“No, it’s not that, ____-san,” You look up at his words, surprised to see that the colour of his cheeks matched yours. “I don’t particularly mind. I just thought that you wouldn’t like people seeing you like that without you knowing…”

Akashi Seijurou: Your skirt flies up whilst you’re helping Akashi pack away the basketballs after practice one afternoon, and you’re unable to do anything about it due to your hands being full. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it - the corner of his mouth twitching the only sign of him showing any reaction to your underwear. He puts down the box of equipment he’s carrying to quickly shrug out of his jacket, before draping it over your shoulders.

“There.” There’s a hint of smugness in his voice, almost as if he’s happy - proud, even - that his jacket reaches the back of your knees. “Now we can continue.”

A Senior's Guide to Nailing Your Teacher (Closed RP with vxvikingxv)


*Day one.*
*We’re back to this mess called high school. Thank fuck I’ve only got one year left. It’s not that I can’t do the subjects… It’s just getting a little boring now. I’d rather be doing training. As for this stupid diary thing… My therapist suggested I keep it, just for me, to vent the emotions I usually bottle away. She thinks it’ll help me deal with my grief and am the other shit my family put me through. So here i am. Waiting for my English class to begin. We’ve got the young professor this year. The girls in senior year last year were swooning over him. How can a teacher possibly…*
Astrid Hofferson looked up from her journal as the teacher walked in. She could not have predicted that. The reaction was instantaneous. And it was hard hitting.
*Holy fuck. He is HOT! A HOT TEACHER! What is this?! Fucking hell! I can feel my panties are soaked! Fucking hell he is so fucking gorgeous! Maybe English won’t be so bad with him to look at…*

Over the next few weeks, Astrid continued to keep her journal. And her crush on her teacher only grew.
*Day twenty three.*
*English with professor hottie again. And he’s wearing those tight pants again. Damn that is one fine ass. Have I mentioned his fine ass? Yes… Lots… And he’s such a charmer! Gods he is amazing. I so want to fuck my teacher… Wait… What the hell? Ah to hell with it! Diary you have a new purpose…*
(fresh page)
*A Senior’s Guide to Nailing Your Teacher.*
*Step One - attraction.*
As of tomorrow… She was going to work on altering her uniform to attract him. That and she’d have to continue to wow him with her skill and intelligence.

anonymous asked:

Tifah this is embarrassing and pervy but do you know any Drarry with Rimming.

Hahahaha you’re so cute its cool man like fo realzies i got fics bookmarked under “butt loving” …wHAT? dont look at me.


Requested by emmak12

It was your thirtieth birthday, a time of both mourning and celebration. Your friends had organised a little surprise get together and though you were happy so many friends had turned up, you couldn’t help but feel as though the party was missing someone.

You felt silly you knew how dumb it was to allow the lack of one certain persons promise ruin your whole night, and yet Steve Rogers and his obvious absence was all you could think about.

Ten years ago, before Steve became Captain America, when he was just your little friend from Brooklyn, the two of you had made a promise to one another that if the two of you reached thirty and you were still single then you’d marry one another. You didn’t know if Steve had been a serious as you had been when making the deal, you also didn’t know if he’d felt as passionately for you, as you did towards him.

Not that it mattered any more, he was Captain bloody America now, he had ladies lining up to become his wife. He didn’t need you any more.

You were sat in the corner with a bottle of whiskey, drowning your sorrows away, when one of your friends wanders over and pats you on the shoulder. “You’ll never guess who’s come to see you.” She splutters out with wide open eyes. 

Confused, you simply follow her into the lounge area where you overhear a particularly astounding conversation. “Captain America?! Why are you here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

As soon as you came around the corner your eyes connected with Steve’s and you have to do possibly everything to keep your heart in your chest. “I made a promise to a friend.” Without even saying hello to you he walks closer, more confidence in his longer steps. 

It was hard for you to even concentrate on his words, you already thought he was attractive before the serum and it was his personality that hooked you in anyway, but now he looked bigger and the face that he was dressed n his soldier uniform really didn’t help. Before you knew what was happening he was kneeling down in front of you. “Umm, I didn’t have enough time to get a proper ring so I just bought a ring pop, but uh-” he held up the ring towards you, a shy smile lifted at the corner of his lips, “will you marry me?”

You had this big goofy smile on your face as you swiftly nodded your head, “I would be honoured,” you managed to squeak out.

After you said yes he stood up, connecting his lips with yours in a passionate kiss that you know he did feel the same.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

tbh I love all the aesthetic changes made to the Brotherhood of Steel in Fallout 4 because I like to think that Elder Maxson was responsible for them and that is exactly what a 16 year old fuckboy would do if you gave him that much power like

“Okay ditch the robes because we can’t go around looking like nerds”

“Also we’re gonna only have young attractive people around since everyone thinks we’re just old farts and that’s not cool”

“By the way I think we should have skin-tight uniforms that make everyone’s butts look great”

So Dan’s playing a game called ‘Zombie Army Trilogy’, which has:





That is fucking brilliant. I mean, it just shows how low the bar is for video game character designs to impress me, but especially in a video game about killing nazi zombies, that’s pretty freaking sweet.

(also, Dan is happily playing one of these characters and enjoying sniping zombies. fuck yeah.)

Arrest Me - Jungkook (Smut) Warnings: Sexual Content, Strong Language

Reader’s P.O.V

“I’m bored…can we please just do something already?”

My group of friends and I turned to face Chaelin, otherwise known as CL, the leader of our group. She had been complaining for over half an hour now and it was getting rather annoying.

“So what do you suggest doing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“You see those cars over there?” She asked, nodding towards the line of police cars on the opposite road to us.

“Yeah?” I replied, not exactly catching on to what she wanted to do.

“Look…” The five of us, Chaelin, Dara, Park Bom, Minzy and I turned to look across the motorway. Seven ridiculously attractive officers were stood outside the cars, chatting and laughing. “Aren’t they gorgeous? Imagine being fucked by them…” She giggled, probably thinking about it now. I returned my gaze to them, scanning over each one, until one caught my eye. And so we meet again, Officer Jeon.

“That’s Officer Jeon, isn’t it? The one (Y/N) met at the station a few weeks ago because she got arrested for spray painting illegally?” Park Bom asked the us.

“Hey! That was one time!” I argued, they gave me a roll of their eyes before they continued to stare at him for a while, and then a look of recognition washed over their faces.

“Oh yeah! And look, there’s Officer Kim!” Minzy said, a little too excited if you ask me.

“Which one? There’s three officers there with the same name.” Dara said.

“The hot one obviously.” Minzy laughed.

“They’re all hot…” We all said at the same time, laughing out loud afterwards. It caught the attention of the officers on the other side, but they soon resumed to whatever they were doing. Suddenly, an idea came to mind.

“Hey guys, you said you were bored right?” The laughing stopped and they turned to me, nodding excitedly, wanting to finally have some action happening. “Well…those officers there also look bored. What do you say we give them some entertainment?” I asked, a little too suggestively, but we were all eager. They nodded and we all got on our babies. Our babies weren’t actual babies, they are motorbikes, well for me at least. Dara has a Jaguar that she drove around with Park Bom, who couldn’t be bothered to drive lately. Minzy has a Porsche that we all had a luxury of driving once or twice…before we broke her last one that is after drunk driving. She never did let us close to her baby ever again, unless it was her driving. But even then, she had rules and regulations. CL and I have cars too, but we prefer motorbikes. CL has a black and white Ecosse Spirit ES1 motorbike, whereas I have a red and black one.

One by one, we got onto our vehicles and revved loudly, drawing the attention of the officers. I, being the youngest, was the most mischievous, deciding it was a good idea to throw Officer Jeon a wink and a smirk before Chaelin and I put on our helmets. “Remember your ear pieces guys, in case we get caught or have to be separated, we need communication, alright?” We nodded at CL and took out our ear pieces, they were simple, black and comfortable. Dara and Park Bom drove off first, then Minzy, Chaelin gave me a playful warning look. “No mischief okay?” But we both knew that I’d definitely stir something up, and with that, she drove off, catching up to the others. I turned to the officers, they were watching intently with a brow raised. I simply smirked, waved a mocking goodbye, and lowered the shield of my helmet and raced off to catch up to the others. Obviously, I couldn’t leave out a few law breaking things, could I?

As I raced down the motorway, I could see the others in the far distance. “Hey, is everyone here?” I heard from my ear piece. A chorus of yes’s were passed from ear piece to ear piece, all except mine. “Where’s (Y/N)?” I heard Chaelin ask.

“Right here.” I said as I suddenly appeared next to her after deciding to break the law and go a tad faster than allowed. The girls shook their heads at me.

“You just broke a law…again…” Minzy said, a small smirk on her face.

“Not like you haven’t done it before.” I replied, a smirk on my face too. Then, we heard sirens in the distance, but drawing closer. The red and blue lights were see-able as they reflected off the walls of the tunnel we were currently going through. “Girls, I think it’s time to split.” I said, looking behind me, only to catch Officer Jeon’s eye on me. He was tailing me, I had two choices. Shake him off and leg it…or end the game. My smirk grew as I whipped back round to face the front, my decision was made.

“Well fuck. We all know that look.” Dara said, looking at me through the windscreen of her car. Park Bom nodded in agreement beside her.

“You’re fucking mental, (Y/N).”

“I know.” And then I sped off, separating myself from the girls. “See you guys at the hideout.” I said into the ear piece before skilfully driving with one hand as I took off my ear piece and put it into my pocket. I checked my side mirror and inwardly cheered as I saw Officer Jeon’s car about to drive side by side mine, he was alone too. This could be fun, no?

“Long time no see, (Y/N).” He said as he slowed down to drive side by side next to me, it was then that I realized that the sirens were off and his eyes left the road to glance at my smirking self.

“Could say the same to you, Officer Jeon.” I replied, eyes never leaving the road.

“Huh, still sassy?”

“Still annoying?”

“Annoyingly good looking? Yep.” He replied, cockily. I scoffed, but mentally agreed. His attractiveness really is annoying, if I ever get the chance, I’m taking the stupid smirk off his face. “Now,” he started, “Be a good girl and pull over.” I laughed, he glanced at me again, before returning his gaze to the road ahead.

“Now, where would the fun be in that?” I said, finally glancing at him to find he was already looking. I removed my eyes from him and said with a smirk, “Catch me if you can. Succeed, and you may do as you wish to me. Fail, and I’m afraid you won’t be seeing me for a while.” And with that, I took off. There was a short pause, I wondered during that short pause. Would he really chase after me? The start of the sirens and revving of another engine answered my question as I shot off. Part of me wanted him to succeed, wanting to know what he’d get me to do. The other part refused to fail.

After a while of winding through the motorway here and there, he somehow, managed to cut me off from the front. I didn’t bother questioning how he found a short cut because I knew I was distracted anyways. “I win.” He simply stated. The same, annoying smirk plastered on his face as he took out his hand cuffs. I huffed slightly in annoyance, I climbed off my bike and took off my helmet.

“Here. Arrest me…” I said, a slight suggestive look in my eyes, but I hid it well. My wrist were held out in between him and I. He disregarded it and walked to stand behind me, he pushed me forward onto his car and pulled my arms back so it was behind me. He held my wrist there and walked closer from behind and put his mouth next to my ear, my breath almost hitched, but I refrained myself. The closeness was already drowning me down below.

“(Y/N), you are under arrest for talking back to an officer, challenging an officer, running from an officer and speeding. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in my be-” I raised a brow…did he just say ‘in my bed’? “-Anything you say may be given in evidence.” He finished as he handcuffed me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dara and Park Bom hiding a few metres away from us. I gave Dara a look and she knew that I was trusting her with my bike, I didn’t bother wondering how she knew where to find me. That genius brain of hers probably tagged me somewhere.

He pulled me away from his car and opened the door to the back seat and pushed me slightly, telling me to get in. He then shut the door and got in and so we made our way to the station.

The journey wasn’t that long, soon we stopped outside a police station. Officers walking in and out, some chatting, some rushing, some not even bothered. Officer Jeon got out from his side and went to my door and opened it for me, he grabbed my arm lightly and pulled me out and shut the door and locked the car. He held a grip on my arm as we walked in and through endless corridors and an elevator or two until we reached, what seemed to be, his office. He unlocked the door, pushed me in, shut the door and locked it behind him. He undid the handcuffs from my wrists and gestured to the seat in front of a glass desk, “Have a seat.” He walked around the desk and sat on the leather chair behind it, he took out a notepad and a pencil. He wrote down a few things before he talked, “Are you not going to sit?” He lifted his head and his gaze met mine, I walked slowly towards the seat and sat down.

“I have a few questions, may I?” He stated, rather than asking.

“Only if I can ask a few of my own.” I said, he thought for a moment before nodding. I smiled feeling satisfied.

“Name?” He asked, pencil at the ready to note everything I say.

“You already know that,” I said, as I looked at the name plate on the desk, “Jungkook.”

He looked at me, eyes lighting up with amusement, “Full name.” He asked instead.

“(Y/F/N). Are you single, Jungkook?” He looked up from writing, slightly taken back.

“Yes. Age?”

“Just turned eighteen. Did you know you’re quite attractive?” I mindlessly asked, realizing what I said, my eyes widened for a while before I kept my cool.

“So I’ve been told. Did you know you have quite a strong sex appeal?” There was a long pause between the two of us, the room suddenly felt quite heated. Jungkook and I stared at each other, list was floating around us. He loosened his uniform slightly, feeling the heat get to him. I took off my leather jacket, leaving me in my tank top. He fidgeted in his seat, noticing how my tank too defined my chest quite well.

“Yes,” I finally answered, “Are these walls soundproof?” I asked. He stared intently at me for a moment.

“Yes. Do you realize how fast you were riding?” He asked, wanting to finish off the questions, after all, he was supposed to be arresting me.

“No, but I know something else that I can ride fast.” My suggestive reply made him pause, he gulped slightly and loosened his uniform further. “Are you willing to take risks?” I asked him.

“Maybe.” His answer made me frown slightly, but I didn’t allow it to affect me much as the arousal that we were both feeling clearly got in the way of every other emotion apart from lust. “Do you still have the keys to your vehicle?”

The arousal was building within me as I slowly got more and more caught up in his voice, his looks and his uniform. It made everything a lot harder. Too hard maybe. “No. But you have the keys to something else so I suggest you put the key to use. Hard, and fast.” I said, and that was it. The last suggestive comment made. He abruptly stood up after slamming his pencil on his desk, he walk to my side and grabbed my arm. He walked to one side of his office that had a door to another room, how did I not notice that before?

He flung open the door, inside was a makeshift bed from a couch that could be turned into a bed, a window with its curtains drawn, two lamps on either side of the bed, a radio with large, expensive speakers and a telly. He threw me onto the bed, ripping bits and pieces of his uniform off, piece by piece. First the vest, then the tie, then his shirt, then his shoes, socks and pants, till all that was left were his boxers. He then crawled on top of me, attaching our lips in a hungry kiss as I pictured the sexy image of Jungkook treating me so roughly, making my panties wetter by the second.

He suddenly pulled my tank top off and pulled off my red converses and pants, we were both left in underwear, breathing heavily and lust filled. He glanced up and down and attached our lips again, this time, trying to claim dominance. I declined the entrance of his tongue, making him growl. His hand roughly slid of my underwear and pressed a single finger into me and I gasped at the feeling, taking advantage of the situation, he slipped his tongue and dominated me within a matter of minutes. He reached one hand upwards, the other still pleasuring me, to unclasp my bra, letting loose my breasts. He toyed with them as the other played with my clit, making me moan. I was so thankful that the walls were soundproof, god it’d be embarrassing if anyone heard me.

“Argh, Jungkook!” He hummed as he buried his face in my neck, nipping at the skin making me gasp. He then pushed two fingers in my entrance, I gasped and moaned loudly, bucking my hips to meet his hands, but he immediately pushed my hips down with his other hand.

“Don’t move, you’ll regret it.” He simply warned me as he moved away from my neck, kissing his way down from my neck to my chest. He stopped there to lick both nipples and then carried on his journey southwards. He stopped for a moment and looked up at the pleasured expression on my face, he increased the speed of his fingers, wanting to see me come. I felt something tightened inside me and I knew I was close.

“Jungkook…” I moaned. Suddenly, I felt a warm muscle licking and toying with my clit. I gasped loudly and my hands gripped onto his hair and urged him to continue, which he did. He carried on for a while until I came with a loud moan of his name as he licked up the remaining contents.

My hands grabbed his face and pulled him up for a kiss, I moved one hand slowly down to the waistband of his boxers, wanting him to feel the same pleasure I did as the other moved to tangle in his soft hair, I wanted to tease him though, probably wasn’t the best idea. I played with the waistband, he growled lightly at my teasing and I smirked into the kiss. This was just the beginning. I gave one last snap to the waistband and lowered my hand a few inches to come in contact with his hard wood. I gripped the outline of it, making him let out a deep groan into the kiss. I detached my lips from his as I kissed my way from his lips, to his jawline, to his neck. I sucked and nibbled on a few spots, he gasped lightly and screwed his eyes shut.

I flipped us suddenly, his eyes shot open in surprise. “What are you d- argh fuck!” He let out a deep, throaty groan as I took him all in at once in my mouth. His hands flew to my hair, keeping a firm grip to hold me in place. I decided to play around a bit, varying my pace. He caught onto what I was playing at soon enough and growled with a warning glare. “Don’t you fucking tease me, or you’re gonna get it.” I smirked slightly as I teasingly licked a line up to his tip where I swirled my tongue, I let out a squeal as I let my guard down for a few seconds, realizing that he had flipped us, I was laying on my front and he was behind me. He reached over to the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a condom, he put it on hastily and then leaned down to my ear whilst one hand went around my waist to my clit. Teasing it, making me whimper as I bit my lip.

“You were a bad girl. Teasing an officer like that.” He whispered huskily, I fluttered open my eyes and as seductively as I could, told him the words for him to start his drive.

“Then punish me, officer.” 

“I would, but not today.” I opened my mouth to speak, wondering why he would say ‘today’, but the words ended with a loud moan as he drove into me so roughly that my arms and legs almost gave out beneath me, but his hands where supporting me, for now. He pounded into me, roughly and he went so deep that I started cussing like a sailor. My colourful vocabulary mixed with his as he strained to keep up with his pace, my tightness almost too much for him.

“Jungkook!” I moaned as he went particularly deep, him groaning as well, feeling it particularly hot there around his tip. He grunted as he thrusted in and out, my arms and legs suddenly gave out beneath me, as did his as we collapsed onto the bed, him on top, still pounding into me. His hands grabbed my wrists and help them above my head, he had a tight grip as he pounded hard and fast, he groaned and my name flew out of his mouth as I unintentionally clenched around him, making him go extremely deep, I didn’t even know it was possible and by the looks of it, neither did he. He thrusted some more before he flipped me again, this time, he was rested against the headboard, his cock still in me as I sat on top, legs either side.

He put his hands on my hips and aided me in bringing my hips up to the tip of his cock before slamming down harshly, making him throw his head back at the sensation. I moaned out loud, his name leaving my lips over and over again as he bucked his hips in time with my thrusts.

“Jungkook, fuck!” I moaned. He sat up properly and took this chance and position to feast on my breasts. Fondling with them and sucking them, he left hickeys all over my chest and neck. He met eyes with mine as we fucked each other hard. He brought his lips to mine for a short kiss, and switched our positions again. He was now on top, me laying on my back as he threw my legs over his shoulders and continued pounding into me. His groaned out loud as he drew closer and closer to his end.

“(Y/N)! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He screwed his eyes shut as he pounded into me, still. He opened them and used one hand for balance on the headboard as the other worked on drawing me closer to my end as well, he furiously rubbed at my clit making me yell out his name in pleasure as I clenched around his member, making the both of us come at the sudden, hard thrust he did. He continued thrusting, riding out our climaxes before pulling out, and throwing the condom away. He kissed from my stomach to my mouth, muttering ‘beautiful’ with each kiss. He finally reached my mouth and gave me an angelic smile before giving me a sweet kiss, he rolled over so he lay on his side and pulled me into his chest and pulled the covers on top. He mumbled something on the lines of how he was thankful he didn’t have any paperwork or how he wasn’t on duty for the rest of today. I giggled slightly and gave him butterfly kisses on his chest. I then remembered something….

“Jungkook?” I asked, raising my head from his chest to look at his peaceful face.


“What about my arrest and the charges?”

He smirked at me answering, “I think we can make an arrangement to work it off, what do you say?”

“That’s the best suggestion I’ve heard all day.”

Originally posted by exodez

Hellooo~ again, sorry that it took so long to write and post this. If you want me to write a smut or fluff or whatever of your request, just message me and I’ll do my best to write it as soon as I can :) 

(Requested by @chenkbones )

The Maze Runner: High School AU - Newt: The Date - Part 1

Prompt: You desperately need to fund money for a new track team uniform, and the only way getting that money is through hiring the most popular band in school to play at your fundraiser. But this isn’t like any other ordinary hire-out as the price for Newt’s band is to go on a date with him –one problem though, he totally plays with every girl in the school… or so you assume.

“So,” Minho asks, as the track team gathers around to listen to their student captain, “As you all probably know, we desperately need new uniforms. Seriously. These are not only disgusting in their brown and yellow colour scheme, but they are the incorrect material for our kind of sport.”

You watch as everyone nods along, yourself included. It’s true, ever since you joined the track team you’ve been begging Minho to change the uniform, it’s horribly uncomfortable! Besides, at every competition, your school gets mocked for the ugly colours –even though your team pummels most of them to the ground. There’s only one problem however, and that’s the school. The school doesn’t care enough about their sporting teams –it’s all about the music here at Glade High.

“I’ve talked to the teachers and the principal but they can’t spare us anymore money as apparently we already used the track team’s budget. Which sucks.” Minho looks over the team with hope in his eyes, “But, as I’ve discussed with some of us already, I’m thinking we can buy them ourselves. If we raise enough money, that is.”

A guy called Ben looks over the crowd, “What, sell cupcakes? We are already a bunch of losers for our mustard coloured theme, no way am I walking around the halls selling cupcakes.”

You turn to him instantly, “Aw, will that destroy the bare manhood you have left?”

“Slim it, Y/N.”

“No,” Minho immediately cuts in before you can argue back, “Not a cupcake sale.” He looks around at the team again, “I’m thinking of a party.”

A lot of people around you groan, but you think this could actually work.

“Hold on, hold on, don’t back out yet.” Minho raises his hands so everyone stops talking, “We provide drinks, non-alcoholic of course, food and a live band. It’s not just going to be some backyard shabby, did-it-in-five-minutes party. And it will be a seven-dollar entry at the door.”

Ben sighs, “Alright, sounds good. What do we need to do?”

Minho smiles at his friend’s support, “A lot.”

In the next five minutes, Minho has allocated people to different jobs to get this party organised, and then lastly he turns to you with a not-so-confident look in his eyes. “Y/N.”


“For you, I have a very special job.”

You narrow your eyes, “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” Minho worriedly wrings his hands together, and you get slightly irritated that he won’t just spit it out; although you have a pretty good idea what he’s going to say. “I’m relying oh-so heavily on you because… well… you’re probably the most reliable person on the team.”

You only raise an eyebrow in response.

“Oh fine, look, no more buttering you up, I need you to book us a band.”

You tilt your head slightly, “That’s not too hard, I have a few friends who could easily play for a night with a cheap price. What kind of music-

“No, no, no.” Minho shakes his head, “We need a specific band.”

“If you have one in mind already, why don’t you just go ask them yourself?”

“Because! I have to find a venue! Besides, you’re probably better at talking to him anyway…”

You cross your arms over your chest, “Talking to who?”

You swear you see Minho gulp, “Newton.”

“Oh heck no.” You shake your head furiously at Minho as he pleads you to do this one tiny favour for him, “No way in hell! Do you remember the last time I had to approach him? He totally blew me off with an annoyed wave of his hand as if I wasn’t worthy to be in his presence! He’s a total ass. There is no way-

“Please, Y/N! He might listen to you this time… besides… I couldn’t just ask a Greenie to go talk to him, he’ll tear their head off.”

But you stop short. He’s right. There is no way a Greenie could ever persuade him to play at your fundraiser. You close your eyes for a short moment, wishing away all your problems with this guy. Finally, you breathe again, “Alright. I’ll do it… But let me ask you one thing. Why him?”

Minho smiles nervously, “He leads the most popular band in school, there are so many girls after him and so many guys jealous of him. We need the money, as much as we can grab. I’m just thinking of the team here.”

“If he’s in the most popular band, what makes you think I can get him to play for us?” Your voice has become whiny, stressed. What are you supposed to do? Just ask him? “I don’t have nearly enough money for his band anyway!”

“Just please try. For me. For your team!”

You roll your eyes and stomp your foot, “Fine.”

There he is. The Golden Boy. Stupid blond hair and stupid brown eyes, weird fingerless gloves, pale fingers strumming over his guitar strings. Ugh. You shake your head and try to muster up the courage you need, but you glance at all the girls practically falling at his feet and you chicken out. There’s no way. How stupid would you look if he said no? No, when he says no.

You turn to go but a voice calls out to you, it’s Newton’s. “Hey, you, what do you want?”

You turn around slowly like you’ve been caught stealing, “I…” You swallow hard, “I wanted to um…”

He raises an eyebrow, “Yes?”

You walk closer to him, his brown-eyed stare giving you chills, “I wanted to ask you about your band… about your availability?”

Newton stands up from his bench and shoos the girls away with a flick of his hand… like he did to you last year. He steps off the bench and places his guitar back into his case, and then he walks over to you with his hands tightly stuffed into his coat’s pockets. “Availability? I’m always available for you, sweet-

You immediately raise your hands in protest, “No, no… no. I meant about your band. Like… gig wise?”

He tilts his head like he doesn’t understand.

You sigh, “Look, the track team, my track team-

“You’re on the track team?” He shakes his head, “That’s a shame. Mustard probably isn’t your colour.”

You laugh sarcastically, “Yeah, well, I don’t think it’s anyone’s colour. Which is why I-

A ringing sound blares out of nowhere, and you watch as Newton takes out his phone. He holds a finger up to you for a moment as he clicks ‘answer’. “Hello?”

You stand there silently, although you glare at him as he chats away on his phone. By the sound of it, it’s most likely a girl.

“Yeah?” He says, a smile tugging at his lips, “What have you got on right now?”

Okay. That’s it. You turn around and start heading the other way, trying real hard to not throw up in public when a hand clasps around your wrist. You’re pulled back to face him, his brown eyes slightly amused. “Hold up, Kate,” he takes the phone away from his ear, “Where are you going? I thought you wanted to ask me something?”

“Then quit trying to have phone sex with some girl over the phone and let me ask you, gosh darn it!”

His eyes go wide and he shuts his phone immediately, “I… My friend and I were trying to figure out what costume we were going to twin as at Thomas’ Halloween party.”

Your mouth opens a little in shock and a slight guilt, “I… sorry.”

Newton slides his phone into his pocket, a smile in the corners of his lips, “All good, so what did you want to ask?”

You take in a breath, “As I was trying to say, the ugly coloured track team is trying to fundraise for new, more attractive coloured uniforms. We’re doing a party, but we want a live band. So… We were wondering if your band would be interested in helping us out? Just name a price, and I’ll see what I can do.”

Newton looks at you for a moment, “First, I want an apology from you for thinking that I was having phone sex.”

“I’m so sorry for thinking you were having phone sex.”

“And secondly, I would like to take you out on a date.”

You frown, “Excuse me?”

“I’m naming a price, and the price for my band is you going on a date with me.”

You keep frowning, “What about the rest of your band?”

Now it’s Newton’s turn to frown, “Yuck, you can’t date the whole band that would just-

“No!” You shout again, leaving him silent and wide brown eyed again. “I mean, your band won’t be happy with this payment, right? Wouldn’t they need some cash or something?”

Newton smiles, “It’s okay, I can figure something out. You just worry about what you’re going to wear.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Friday at seven? I can pick you up, what’s your phone number? You can text me your address.”

“Whoa… whoa, slow down won’t you? I haven’t even decided if I want-

“I’m not taking money; this is the only route you have.”


He looks amused, “Fine?”


You leave him your number and tell him to pick you up at seven thirty instead.

You text Minho the good news, although you leave out the part of the payment. You look in your bedroom mirror, at the girl reflecting back. You chose a simple, black dress with simple shoes and a simple bag because you seriously just want to get this date over with. It’s for the good of the team, you keep telling yourself. And it is… He’s cute, of course, he’s really, really cute, but ever since he ignored you on that one Winter’s day… You know he’s a player. Or at least a bit snobby.

“Y/N! The door, please!” Your mom shouts from the bottom floor.

You take in another breath, touch up your makeup, and then walk to the front door. You open it and there he is, the guitar playing hipster with his incredibly fashionable coat, those stupid fingerless gloves and the smell of really nice cologne. You want to vomit. “Hey Newton.”

He looks at you with a slight frown, his eyebrows knitted together, “You look really nice but please don’t call me Newton ever again. Newt is fine.”

“What, like the lizard?”

He glares back at you as you both walk down to his car, “Yes, you have something against lizards?”

You laugh at his ridiculousness and he smiles back at you before he opens the car door for you, “Madam.”

Sir.” You shake your head and step into his car, sliding the seatbelt on immediately. He starts the car and you’re off, racing through town. You start praying that he doesn’t crash.

“So, I’m thinking we go eat at this really weird restaurant I found the other night, and then we can take a really long romantic walk on the beach-

“Are you kidding?”

“Or… I can just take you home straight after?”

You sigh, “A walk on the beach is fine… As long as you get me back by eleven.”

“Eleven, got it.”

You sit down at the reserved table, music you have never heard before playing in the background. Other than smelling a little strange, there’s really nothing out of the ordinary in this place. “So… weird restaurant, huh?”

“Wait for it.”

After you’ve ordered both of your meals, music blares out of nowhere and people dressed up as the characters from the Wizard of Oz come dancing out. They sing and dance, even climb up onto the bar with swinging hips and tapping shoes. You stare at this ridiculous sight and can’t help but laugh at these poor suckers. Suddenly, the Tin Man comes up beside you, he grabs onto your hand and pulls you up from your seat. There’s nothing you can do but follow his lead as he spins you around the restaurant, everyone clapping and singing along too. It’s nuts, this place is nuts.

Suddenly he spins you away from him and you fall into Newt’s arms who was dancing around with the Scarecrow. You and Newt both dance around the restaurant some more; you can feel your cheeks blushing but Newt doesn’t seem to care. The spinning and dancing continues, and it’s like everyone else in the restaurant is no longer there. You both laugh at each other, giggling like a bunch of school girls. It’s fantastic.

To be continued… tomorrow. 

Fireproof | a danisnotonfire imagine


Do you remember when you were young and your mother was always cautious of the friends you made? Worried that you would somehow end up getting caught up in the wrong crowd somehow? Then she would subtlety point out the children who had somewhat sketchy parents and warn you to stay away from them, to not make friends with them? Well I remember my mother pointing out Dan Howell on the 2nd week of kindergarten. It’s a weird memory to hold but I remember it vividly, and for 11 years I did what she said, I stayed away from Dan.

As Dan walked into the 4th period English class we had together, it was the first class we did together in 5 years, and I wondered if his parents had warned him to stay away from anyone up until this point, our second last year of school. I don’t think it would have mattered if they had, he did whatever he wanted to anyway regardless of what people told him to do.

He sat on the opposite side of the room to me and I could hear the squeaking of the leather jacket he wore to school most days over his uniform. I’m not going to lie, Dan is hot. The whole dark hair and eyes plus being extremely tall thing he has going on is attractive. But for most people that’s as far as the attraction goes. No one really knows him besides Phil, Zoe and Chris who are in his ‘group’ as he appeared to be the leader of all of them in a way. Everyone thinks he and Zoe are a thing but she’s secretly dating Alfie who is two years younger than us thus goes to a different part of the school.

I only know this because one of my best friends, Louise, used to hang with them until her and Zoe had a massive fight. To this day I still don’t know what it was about, and I doubt I ever will. I was broken from my train of thought just as PJ walked in and sat next to me, plonking his books down on the table.

“I hate this class” he breathed out “I mean, who the hell needs to know about poetry?” PJ groaned.

“Probably not you PJ, but it’s a compulsory class” I laughed back at him. It was the start of our 2nd last year at school and we were beginning to finalise all A levels we wanted to take for the next 2 years and English, at various levels, was compulsory. This school was a bit different to most; it goes all the way from kindergarten to 6th form and I suppose it’s like a gifted and talented type school. Basically if your kid shows promise you enrol them here, or if you want your kid to be good at one thing in particular send them here too. That and it’s a really good school if you can afford it.

At the end of year 11 they ask you what you want to focus on for your next two years of school and then go on to hopefully study in university. I’m doing classes based around science and PJ is doing film. My eyes drifted back over to Dan who was essentially alone in this class, as all his friends did different Englishes. I know he is focusing on music but I always wondered what he played or is he was just doing it as a bulge to get an easy certificate at the end.

So much mystery surrounded Dan Howell and his story, not even Louise knew that much. She always said whenever the topic of his family or what he did at home came up he ignored them or answered so vaguely. She also said he only really hung out with Phil after school and he was probably just as much as a mystery as Dan but Phil seemed a lot nicer, I’ve actually had conversations with Phil.

Just then the teacher walked in and set his stuff down on his desk. Mr. Walsh was one of those teachers who were super enthusiastic about what he taught even though the rest of the class wasn’t.

“Okay class today we are focusing on sarcasm!” Mr. Walsh said excitedly. A few eyes shot to Dan as it was a very well-known fact that not much other than sarcasm leaves his lips. “Can anyone tell me what sarcasm is?” Mr. Walsh asked around not getting much of a reply then I felt his eyes land on me. “How about you (Y/N)? Can you tell us what sarcasm is?” he asked me.

“The lowest form of humour?” I replied half joking half serious earning a few chuckles from the class. I quickly glanced over to Dan who was staring at me intensely. A few people looked between Dan and I then away like they were staring at something they shouldn’t have been. The look on his face was strange it was a mix between ‘how dare you’ and ‘who are you’ like he had never seen me before and I just insulted him. He then looked away sharply back down to his book.

“Not exactly but that is one way it has been described” Mr. Walsh continued the lesson but I wasn’t really paying attention. I looked back over to Dan who had his phone out under his desk and was looking at it intently like he was waiting for a message or something.

Just then I saw my phone light up from inside my pencil case. I lifted the top up just to see who it was from, it was Louise. It was a bit strange that she was texting me now since we had lunch next. I pulled the case closer and unlocked my phone revealing the message,

‘Louise: any particular reason Dan Howell just messaged me asking for your number?’

a/n ;) haha hey, just a tester. thoughts?