why did i take some at school

school sentence starters.

“ did you study for that test last night? ”
“ i didn’t study, i’m so doomed. ”
“ can i borrow a pencil? ”
“ are you coming over tonight, to study? ”
“ i think i’m gonna skip this class. ”
“ are you gonna skip class with me or not? ”
“ i have detention after school. ”
“ i think they’re gonna expell me. ”
“ can you believe the teacher failed me? ”
“ i’m not leaving early, i don’t feel good. ”
“ why didn’t you sit with me at lunch today? ”
“ why are you ignoring me today? ”
“ you’ve been ignoring me all day, it seems.. ”
“ i hate sharing a locker with you sometimes. ”
“ why are you cleaning out your locker? ”
“ can i copy your homework? ”
“ did you even do your homework? ”
“ what are your grades anyway? ”
“ have you been skipping without me? ”
“ give me your lunch money. ”
“ i don’t have any lunch money. ”
“ can i borrow your book tonight to study? ”
“ are you going to practice today? ”
“ i hate gym so much. ”
“ this class is so boring. ”
“ think you could tudor me after school? ”
“ i could tudor you if you want. ”
“ can you stop raising your hand every five seconds? ”
“ some of us are here to actually learn. ”
“ i don’t wanna go to school today. ”
“ did you see the new kid today? ”
“ so, your the new kid, huh? ”
“ where you from, new kid? ”
“ i have way too much homework. ”
“ you haven’t been to school in days. ”
“ why are you always absent? ”
“ you’re going to get us into so much trouble. ”
“ i forgot my locker combination. ”
“ why did you get called to the principles office? ”
“ maybe you should consider home school. ”
“ this school’s lunch meat is so nasty. ”
“ stop texting me in class. ”
“ you never take anything serious, specially school. ”
“ have you ever passed a grade? ”
“ i made the honor roll! ”
“ i could really use the extra credit. ”
“ you’re a teacher’s pet. ”
“ did you go to try outs yet? ”
“ i need it for science. ”
“ are you going to the prep ralley? ”
“ gonna watch me play tonight at our first game? ”
“ i thought we were friends. ”
“ are you going to help me or not? ”
“ do you wanna do this project with me? ”
“ do you have a extra pencil? ”
“ do you wanna be my partner for this project? ”
“ looks like we’re partner’s for this assignment. ”
“ you spelled your own name wrong. ”
“ is that a good star? how’d you get one and i didn’t? ”
“ i really have to finish this essay, please. ”
“ you want me to ride the bus home with you after school? ”
“ my mom picks me up, do you need a ride? ”
“ do you need a ride home after school today? ”
“ are you going to walk home with me today? ”
“ i can’t believe we met each other in detention. ”
“ you were totally making out with someone in the halls. ”
“ these halls are way too crowded. ”
“ why are you always so late? ”
“ you’re late to class, again. ”

I Got You On My Mind (Part 7)

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: Jungkook reveals why he rejected you. But is it enough for you to forgive him?

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You watched, mesmerized, as Jungkook fidgeted with his hands, the chords of muscles in his forearms flexing. His gaze was downcast, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, as he struggled to find the words to stay. You found that this uncharacteristic nervousness made him seem more genuine, but still, it was difficult for you to trust Jungkook after everything that had transpired.

After recently regaining some of your memories, the wounds Jungkook had inflicted still felt fresh. Your heart ached as if it were only moments ago that Jungkook had tossed you aside.

The conflicting memories of Jungkook warred in your mind. On one hand, Jungkook had rejected you with cutting words and a cold heart. But on the other, he had helped nurse you back to health and remained resolutely by your side. Which one was the real Jungkook? 

You wanted desperately to hold onto the version of Jungkook you had imagined as a young girl, not the one who had been sleeping with your best friend.

“She won’t believe me,” Jungkook thoughts interrupted. Your gaze flickered to his, but he was still staring at the ground, unaware that he was projecting his thoughts. You could feel his uncertainty and fear through your soulmate bond. The sudden urge to comfort him arose, but you pushed it down.

“Jungkook, I promise I’ll listen,” you said quietly. His head shot up, Jungkook’s wide eyes peering into yours. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “I can’t promise that I’ll believe you, or that everything will be fixed, but I’ll give you this chance to explain everything.”

Jungkook sighed and looked away, his jaw clenching.

“I know I need to explain this to you,” Jungkook began slowly. “But this is really hard for me. I don’t want to show this side of myself to you.”

“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you now and I probably never will,” you said with a small laugh. “We’re soulmates for a reason, you know.”

Jungkook gave you a small smile, his gaze flickering down. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning then.”

You nodded, waiting patiently as Jungkook took an unsteady breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, before exhaling slowly and looking back at you. His eyes were raw and honest.

“The first time I heard your thoughts, I was six,” Jungkook recalled with a fond smile. “You didn’t hear me for awhile later. I still remember what you thought. ‘That looks like a fun tree to climb.’”

“That was the first thing you heard?” you asked incredulously. “I remember that! I climbed a tall-ass tree in the park, and I fell and broke my arm.”

“I know,” Jungkook replied grimly. “I felt it, too. For such an underdeveloped bond, it didn’t make sense for me to be able to feel your emotions. But I could. All I could feel was your panic and pain.”

You winced, recalling the memory from all those years ago. For a six-year-old, it was a terrifying experience.

“I was so young at the time,” Jungkook continued. “I didn’t understand why I could feel emotions that weren’t mine. I didn’t know why I could hear someone else’s thoughts. And I couldn’t understand why I cared so much about a person I’d never met.”

You opened your mouth, but Jungkook cut you off immediately. “Don’t apologize,” Jungkook said, smiling slightly. “I got over it, eventually. It got easier when you started to hear me.”

“That wasn’t until, like, a year later,” you frowned. “That must’ve been so strange.”

“It felt a little intrusive,” Jungkook shrugged. “But your thoughts were pretty entertaining. Plus, I was a really shy kid, so you were my only friend for a little while.”

“That’s really sad,” you said quietly, your voice lilting. “We didn’t have an actual conversation until we were nine.”

“We could have had spoken sooner, but I didn’t want to,” Jungkook confessed, looking away. “I learned how to block my thoughts, mostly. Sometimes I can’t, if I get too emotional.”

“Why didn’t you want to talk to me?” you questioned, a little hurt.

“It wasn’t you,” Jungkook replied immediately. Then, he frowned and clenched his fists. He didn’t speak for several moments, but when he did, his voice was quiet. “It was because of my parents. They were soulmates, but for some reason, they didn’t get along.

“My mom found out that my dad was cheating on her, and it was a mess. They divorced a few months later. My mom got custody, and my dad sort of spiralled,” Jungkook explained, his voice coloured with shame. “I didn’t know how to face my own soulmate after that. I didn’t even know if I could believe in soulmates anymore.”

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “If I had known, I would’ve–”

“No, I didn’t want you to know,” Jungkook interrupted. “You were the only person I could pretend to be fine with. You were the only person who didn’t know how fucked up my family–how fucked up I was.”

“You were just a child,” you argued. “How could I think badly of you?”

Jungkook just shook his head. “I wanted to seem like a good person in front of you,” he said. “Even after my parents, I still wanted to believe in soulmates. I wanted to have something to look forward to. You were always so happy, it was easy to pretend with you.”

A few moments of silence passed as Jungkook tried to collect his thoughts. You wanted to reach out, to hold him, but you didn’t know if he would appreciate that.

“My mom had to work a lot to support me and my brother, so she wasn’t home often,” Jungkook continued, his voice low. “My dad picked up drinking. He tried to take us home with him, once. The police had to come.

“My brother was hit pretty hard, since he was older when it happened. I was in middle school when he started high school. He joined a gang, started getting into fights and dealing.

“I didn’t follow him, but I got involved with some pretty bad people. You know what my reputation’s like–it’s because that’s who I am. From high school till now, all I did was party. I drank, I did drugs, I slept around.”

“Why didn’t I know any of this?” you asked, confused. “In all the years we’ve been talking, I couldn’t tell that a single thing was off.”

“I showed you what I wanted you to see,” Jungkook replied with a cold laugh. “I was hoping by the time I met you, I would’ve already cleaned up my act. I didn’t expect to see you that night, and I was so ashamed of myself. And I ended up pushing you away, because I wasn’t ready for you to see me like that.

“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, but I fucked it up anyway,” Jungkook said, his words venomous. “I ruined everything before it even began. It’s fucked up, but after you lost you’re memories, I thought it was like a second chance. I know, it’s fucking disgusting, but I wanted you to see the person I could become.”

“Jungkook…”

“Look, I know everything about me is fucked up, okay?” Jungkook spat. “I don’t want to hear apologies, I don’t need pity. I don’t need forgiveness, either. This is the truth. This is everything I never wanted you to know.”

“Jungkook!” you repeated, more firmly this time. You reached out and grabbed his hand, which was clammy, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me. All I wanted was for you to be honest with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed or ashamed of your past, of yourself. If I’m your soulmate, I want to love all of you.”

Jungkook stared at you, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“If anything, I wish I could have been there for you,” you continued sadly. You played with his large hand, weaving your own fingers in between his. “We’re soulmates, you know? We’re supposed to support each other. There’s a reason why we’re connected, even if we don’t understand.”

“I just hate disappointing you,” Jungkook sighed, squeezing your hand back. “I was afraid to see our relationship crumble. Just being soulmates–I don’t know if that’s enough. If I’m anything like my father–which I am–then we’re doomed.”

“Don’t say that,” you scolded him gently. “I’ll admit, there are some things about you that aren’t great. But you’re more than your mistakes. You’re passionate and kind, and you’ve shown me the best sides of you, too.

“We aren’t so two-dimensional, Jungkook. I’m sure I’m not the perfect person you made me out to be when we were younger,” you laughed.

“But you’re perfect for me,” Jungkook insisted, then blushed deeply. He gulped visibly and looked away.

“Look, I don’t know if I forgive you yet,” you said, and you saw Jungkook deflate. “But I will eventually. I want us to move past this together.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. He looked up at you. “I know I don’t deserve that, or you. But you’re the reason why I even try. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably given up already.”

“You should want to live for yourself, Jungkook,” you smiled sadly. “I am your soulmate, but I’m not your entire world.”

You pulled Jungkook into your arms, and he immediately buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could feel wetness against your skin. Was he crying?

“You helped me a lot these past few weeks,” you continued, holding Jungkook tightly in your arms. “Let me help you now. We’ll make it through this, together. Okay?”

Jungkook nodded against your neck. And despite how terribly everything began, you were almost certain that everything would turn out just fine. With Jungkook truly by your side now, you felt strong. You were determined to unravel the mystery of the boy in your arms, who felt as far away as he was close.

- Girl in Luv

One more part to go, then it’s finished! How did you guys feel about this chapter? Are you still mad at Jungkook? His behaviour sort of makes sense now…I hope. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this series, and thanks to everyone who stuck with it! Look forward to the last instalment of I Got You On My Mind. I’m always so thankful for the support we receive, from the replies to the fanmail. You guys are the best! Happy reading 💛

Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part III)

A/N: Hi, I need your help. Is this story too long? Cause if it is i’ll try to speed up the way the story goes so that it won’t bore you to death or I could leave it as it is (I already finished it it just needs editing) and let the sotry run it’s course? You’re response will be appreciated, my lovelies. Enjoy x

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

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want some more? want some discourse? here: why tHE FUCK does hermione fix harry’s glasses in chamber of secrets when theyre in diagon alley? binch knows she’s not supposed to do magic outside of school. hell, she prob knew that in the fuckin’ fIRST MOVIE, when she did the EXACT SAME THIng. want some more?? what about when harry did lumos at the beginning of prizoner of azkaban??? shit’s not a flashlight, that takes MAGIC. fucking call out post: harry potter movie directors Do NOT care about magical law!!

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Why are you crying? Did you even know Wes? Did any of you? I take it that’s a no? Law school isn’t really about making friends, right? Yeah, I bet some of you are really happy that he’s dead ‘cause that means your ranking goes up one.

Andreil teacher au



Neil tugs at his sleeve, a nervous habit of his that has followed him around since he was a child. He really doesn’t want to be doing this–but Kevin flew out to just to ask for this favor. He couldn’t disappoint him. He didn’t want to disappoint him, not after what Kevin had done for him.

He sits on a bench outside of Wymack’s office to wait for Kevin because there was no way he was going in there by himself. The students start to trickle into the school and it’s as if they know he’s the  substitute. He supposed news traveled fast and unfamiliar faces were a threat to be determined with these kids.

He sighs and leans back against the bench. He looks up at ceiling to avoid the curious looks of the students passing by.

“Why math?”

Neil nearly jumps and ends up gripping the edge of the bench, feeling someone settle next to him. He faces a blond man with hazel eyes, who seems bored just being there.

“Who the fuck are you?” The words escape from Neil’s mouth before he can even stop them.

The man stares at Neil with something akin to amusement but doesn’t bother replying.

Neil would have almost confused him for a student because the man was small–even smaller than himself, which really was saying something.

No, he was probably a teacher. The man’s hazel eyes flicker over him as if he were a puzzle of some kind.

“You’re still so stupid.”

And then, it hits Neil and his blood runs cold. His eyes widen with recognition. But it can’t be–but it is–shit, he should have gone over the staff list after going through student profiles.

“Andrew,” Neil whispers. A smirk forms on the blond’s  face in confirmation. He hadn’t seen him since–since–

Wymack’s door swings open and this time Neil actually jumps. Andrew snorts in amusement and Neil shoots him a glare.

“Neil! What are you doing sitting out here? We’ve been waiting for you,” Kevin says, stepping out from beneath the doorway of the office.

Neil stands, “I didn’t know you were inside.”

“You could have knocked,” Kevin rolls his eyes and then turns his gaze towards Andrew, “You could have told him.”

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 2/?)

NOTE: Thanks for the good feed back, guys! So here comes part 2, unfortunately I’m stupid and in the middle of writing I realised I wrote this one in first person. Anyway, tell me which person do you prefer (I can try the third next time lol). This one is bit longer than the previous one, I hope you’ll like it xx

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I spent most of the Saturday with Sheri so I didn’t have much time to think about the hot tub thing, but Sunday… Most of the day I sat at my room, reading book, even though better word would be holding. I stared at one page for an hour and haven’t read a single word.
Was I too hard on him? I mean, I joked around and made innuendos with all the jocks all the time, including Monty, but leaving him like that in the hot tub is something on a whole new level.
Whatever, he started it and he deserved it. But memories of his lips and if his hands on my body still gave me chills.
Fuck you, Montgomery, I whispered.

Next day at school wasn’t anything special until I came to the chemistry lesson, a little bit late.
“Please, take a sit, Ms. Y/L.N”, teacher barely even looked at me.
I looked around the classroom and spotted last empty chair. Next to Montgomery.  
“You gotta be kidding me”, I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey, you”, I sat on my chair.
“Hey”, he kinda acted normal, kinda stared at me.
“How was the rest of the party, huh? You smoked some weed, play some video games?”, why am I like this, why did I even started this topic.
“I had to jack off in the hot tub. Because of you”, he whispered through his clenched teeth.
“Ew, does Bryce know about it?”, I prayed for him to shut up, afraid that someone would hear something and honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything some embarassing than people finding out that two of us made out.
“You will regret it.”
“Yeah, right”, I snorted.
His hand went behind me and his fingers started running along my spine. I tensed up trying not to show that it had an effect on me.
“Okay class”, teacher finally started lesson, “most of this semester, you’ll work in pairs, so look at your neighbour and say Hi to your new partner”.
I slowly turned my head to look at Montgomery, now disgusted even more then when he mentioned jacking off in the hot tub.
“What did you get in chemistry last semester?”, I asked.
“What do I need to play in the team?”
“C average or above”, everyone in sports teams said it like a mantra, it was literally the only condition, that has to be fulfilled to be in the team. “So it was C?”, I guessed.
“Well, yeah, what did you get?”
“A”, I sighed knowing all the work would be on me this semester.

Next day I was in cafeteria, waiting in the line to get my food, wearing my cheerleader suit.
“You’re looking good, you know?”, I heard annoying voice behind me.
“Why don’t you just get ‘lookin’ good’ tattoed on your face?”, I answered bored. “Besides, you have seen me in cheerleader suit a thousand times.”
“Yeah, but last Friday I took a good look at you in bathing suit…”
“No way”, I interrupted him with sarcastic tone.
“… And now I know what’s under it”, he continued.
“What has gotten into you today?”, I asked, little bit shocked with his dirty talk.
“I told you, you will regret”, he whispered.
“So you gonna sexually harrass me for the rest of my life?”, I turned around to look at him and saw Clay Jensen coming up.
“Hey, Jensen”, I said bit louder so he could hear.
He waved at me and smiled.
“Did you talk to Jeff?”, I asked. “US history and English will be kicking his ass once again.”
“Yeah, I spoke to him and yeah I will tutor him”, he said as he walked by.
“Thank you”, I gave him a high five. “You’re da best.”
“Thanks, Y/N”.
“Real MVP!”, you shouted and he laugh.
I finally got my food, grabbed the tray and went to the table not waiting for Monty. I barely sat went Jessica came over with a smile on her face.
“Okay, bitches, party at my place, Friday, 7pm”, she said, punched my arm and went.
“Seriously, you have to stop doing it! Where are you going?”, I shouted.
“To spread the news!”

Friday came up and I really didn’t feel like coming. Again.
“You always complain, but still come go the party and have a great time”, Jess said when we were walking home from school. “So stop making up excuses, or I swear I’ll slap you.”
“You can’t fight with an argument like this, I guess”, I sighed.
My parents didn’t have anything against the party, they didn’t put much interest in me as long as my grades were good and I was in cheerleaders team.

I showed up at Jessica’s at 7, and was one of the firsts, because 7 really mean 9, but it was okay. My plan was to get buzzed (and I really wanted to get drunk that night) before party starts for good and to avoid Montgomery. Good thing was that after Tuesday talk in cafeteria he kinda stopped annoying me.
By 10 pm I was properly drunk, so when Justin asked if I want to play spin the bottle with him and few other people of course I was like “Duh, fuck yeah”. I sat the floor between Sheri and Zach.
“Hey, Monty, you play?”, Zach asked and moved slightly making place for Montgomery to sit between us.
It didn’t really bothered me, because last three days he had been acting normal, so I thought he finally accepted the fact he got played.
After few spins bottle pointed at me, I leaned towards Troy and gave him a quick kiss. I spinned the bottle and it pointed Monty. With poker I turned to him and kissed him as quickly as I did with Troy. He spinned and it pointed on me again.
“Seriously?!”, I sighed.
He quickly wrapped his arm around my neck, turned us, so people couldn’t really see our faces and kissed me stucking his tongue in my mouth. It lasted way too long than typical kiss in the game.
“At least first bring her a drink, Montgomery”, Justin said and threw chips in our direction.
“Easy, hot head”, I mumbled as I moved away without looking at his face.
Few minutes later game was over, mostly because Jessica and Justin turned it into make out session. I got up and went to the kitchen, to make myself another drink and grab something to eat.
One minute later I felt someone smacked my ass.
“Did you just…”, I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?”
“Maybe, but somehow I think you you’re into it and you like what is going on between us”, he took a sip of my drink without asking.
“Oh my God, you’re also fucking ridiculous”, I said with my eyes wide open. “I’m too sober for that shit”, I drank whole drink at once.
“You swallow fast”, he said with cocky smirk on his face.
“One more word and I’ll throw up at you, I swear”.
“Yo, Y/N”, I heard Jeff calling my name.  “Wanna go for a beer run with me?”
“With pleasure”, I answered and run to him without even looking and Monty.
In the car Jeff told me how he helped Clay and Hannah with their twisted situation, clearly proud of himself that for once he turned out to be smarter than Clay.
“You’re good guy, Atkins”, I smiled at him. “All you want is to play baseball, have a good grades and help Clay with Hannah and that’s beautiful.”
“Oh, come on, I’m gonna blush”, he laughed.
“No seriously, I will tell every girl that you’re the most pure, sweetest cinnamon roll and that you’re different than others and don’t care about scoring".
Weird grin showed up on his face.
“You already scored today, didn’t you?”, I punched him in the arm. “I take my words back, you’re awful”, I laughed. “How does it happen that everyone make out with everyone, except me?“
“You know…”, Jeff moved in the seat. “It’s probably cause you always seem so… tied… And stressed”
“Excuse me?”, I turned on the seat.
“Well, you know, compared to other cheerleaders… Look, they don’t give a shit about anything, they don’t give a shit about school, about grades, they don’t give a shit even about cheerleading. And you care about everything and that’s why you seem more stressed than them”, he tried to explain. “Take a chill pill, make out with someone, have some fun”, he punched my arm.
(Un)fortunately his words and the drink I drank and once before leaving for beer run, both hit me at the same time. Super drunk me decided to make out with somebody. Anybody. We came back, I left the car and started walking towards Jessica’s home, having big troubles with walking in straight line.  
“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, just be careful”, Jeff shouted for me.
“Yeah, yeah”, I mumbled getting into the house.
I looked around and spotted Montgomery sitting on the couch, doing something of his phone. I went there, sat next to him and put my hand on his thigh.
“It’s a party, Monty, put this phone away and have some fun”, I said.
“Huh, look who’s gotten friendly”, he looked at me suspiciously.
“I know, I’ve been a bitch but I went for that beer run with Jeff, you know, and I realized some things”.
“Really, what things, for example?”, he put his arm around me.
I didn’t answer him, I stared at his face instead, giggling.
“God, you’re handsome”, I said glancing at his lips.
“Okay, here’s what we gonna do”, he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna go upstairs, to Jessica’s room, and you’ll join me in few minutes”, his lips were touching my ear.
I nodded my head, Monty quickly kissed me on the neck and basically run upstairs.
“I’m gonna get laid”, I mumbled to myself. “I think I’m gonna get laid.”
“Hey Y/N”, Jessica jumped on the couch.
“Where have you been, I was looking for you.”
“I was on a beer run with Jeff.”
“Goood, I was afraid we run out of alcohol, but then Jeff came in like a Superman with sixpacks”, she giggled.
“I think I need some water”, I smiled at her and left to the kitchen, I need to get rid of her.
I poured myself a water, drank it and run upstairs. When I opened door to Jessica’s room, it was dark inside. I closed and locked the door.
“Montgomery?”, I whispered.
I heard steps behind me, second later Monty pushed me to the wall, grabbed my wrists put them above my head. His hands went down the sides of my body, until he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
He laid me on the bed his lips went from my down neck to collarbones and started sucking it just like a week ago.
“Monty”, I punched his arm.
He pulled up, stroked cheek, and said, “Today I make the rules”, shiver went down my spine.
“Fuck”, I mumbled.
His hand went from my thigh to my breast and squizzed it. The other one pulled dress up, he started kissing my stomach, getting lower and lower, sucked my belly button, probably causing huge hickey around it, but I really fucking didn’t care. His head went up and he kissed my lips again. I felt his fingers sliding into panties which only turned me on more.
I started unbottoning his shirt but he grabbed both of my wrists with spare hand.
“Keep your hands yourself”, he whispered and slided his fingers into me.
I scratched his back.
“You like that?”, he asked as he curled his fingers and pumped them again and again.
“Fuck, Montgomery, I want you, just fuck me already”, I moaned.
“Does it turn you on?”, another pump.
I nodded my head and bit my lip trying to not make any noices. It was dark, my eyes were closed, butcould sense fucking cocky smirk on his face. He slided out of me and sat bed.
“Monty, why did you stop?”, I also sat on bed and switched the light on.
He bottoned up two bottons I had undo and fixed his hair.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, I asked.
He stood up, leaned towards me and looking me in the eyes said, “Guess you can’t play the player, huh?”
“Are you kidding me?”, I shouted.
“It was fun, see you on Monday”, he unlocked the door, smiled at me and left the room.
I sat there speechless for a few good minutes.
“What the fuck did just happen?”, I asked myself out loud.
I fixed my hair, took a deep breath and decided to go back to the party.
“Fucking bastard”, I mumbled.
I went down and sat on the couch next to Jess.
“Why don’t you have any drink?”, she asked.
“I’m good, thanks”.
“You know, to be honest, you look a little fucked, break will be good for you”, she said, even though she was the one who was barely able to speak. “ Where the fuck is Justin?”, she looked around.
“He’s playing beer pong with Montgomery”, Alex Standall sat on a chair in front of us.
“Cool, thanks Alex”, Jessica got up. “You’re not coming?”, she asked me.
“No thanks, I’m good, just gonna sit for a while”, I answered but she was gone before I even stopped talking. “How’s the party, Alex?”
“I love her”, he mumbled, looking after Jess.
“Oh God”, I rolled my eyes. “You two dated for like two months, year ago, seriously man, get over it”.
“It’s love. It’s not logic”, he sighed.
“Alex, I’m not saying this because I’m a bitch or because I root for Jessica and Justin. I’m saying this because you’re good and you deserve to be happy, okay? Move. On.”
Said me. Person who couldn’t get over the fact that she got played by a player because she tried to get him played. Hypocrisy at it’s finest.
I walked around the house, looking for Jeff, who was supposed to drive me home. Instead I bumped on Sheri. I pretended to listen to her while I was discretly watching Montgomery talking to some girl, wrapping his disgusting arm around her.
“…are you even listening to me?”, she shaked my arm.
“Umm, yeah, I was just… Looking at driveway, but I can’t spot Jeff’s car”, I lied quickly, in the meantime Monty got back inside.
“He went for another beer run”.
“Okay, I gotta go”, I smiled at her and went to the house.
I saw de la Cruz shouting something to Justin as he was walking upstairs and then got into bathroom.
I got you, you little fucker, I thought, went upstairs and stood next to door as if I was waiting in the line.
“Are you waiting to get to the bathroom?”, Troy, the baseball player, patted my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I am”, I had to get rid of him, “Umm, you know… I feel a little bit sick, so it may take a moment…”
“Are you gonna throw up?”
“Maybe… As I said, it may take a moment. But you can use bathroom downstairs, it’ll probably be faster.”
“Good idea, you’re smart”, he pointed at me. “Take care, Y/N”
“Bye, Troy”, I chuckled watching him, when he was trying not to kill himself on the stairs.
And I heard door getting unlocked. Montgomery opened them and then I pushed him back inside and locked the doors again.
“We are finishing it now”, I said, grabbed his neck and kissed him.

Title: Family Pt. 2

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  Had a few requests for a part 2 of the Seguin imagine. One of them had a super adorable suggestion, which led to this. I really like the arch of the story, so if anyone has ideas for a possible part 3, lemme know! :)

Word Count: 2,476

Other Parts: (Part One)


You had arrived at Tyler’s about thirty minutes ago; standing at his kitchen counter, you were putting bread into the toaster when Tyler snuck up behind you, encircling your waist in his strong arms. “Morning, baby.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Did you go have a crazy night out after you left here last night?” he grinned into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, Netflix and wine, I got totally crazy.” you smiled, turning in his arms to face him, lacing your arms around his neck.

“I don’t know how much longer I can be with someone who parties so hard.” he joked, pecking your lips. “I have to be responsible, for Charlie sake. You sound like a bad influence.”

“From what I’ve heard, you were pretty wild back in the day Seguin. You better leave me and my Netflix binging alone.”  you replied with a grin, Tyler’s chocolate eyes twinkling.

You both turned when you heard Charlie trudge into the kitchen, dragging his book bag behind him. He let go of the strap, crawling up into his chair at the breakfast table. Tyler pressed a kiss to your cheek before letting you go, heading to his bedroom to grab his bag.

“Mornin’.” Charlie mumbled, rubbing his eyes, his brown hair sticking up in all directions.

“Morning, Charlie.” you smiled, grabbing a slice of toast, setting it on a plate with some bacon. “Do you want an orange or a banana with your breakfast?” you asked, walking over to the table and setting the plate down in front of him.

“Orange.” he said with a yawn.

“Charlie.” Tyler corrected him as he walked back into the room, his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Please?” he added looking at you apologetically.

“Of course, bud.” you said, grabbing an orange off the counter to peel for him.

“I have practice this morning and a meeting with sponsors later this afternoon.” Tyler told you, as he slipped his shoes on. “I really appreciate you running him to and from school today. Love you.” he said, giving you a kiss goodbye.

“No problem.” you smiled. “Love you, too.”

He walked over to Charlie, running his hand over Charlie’s unruly hair, trying to tame it. “Bye little man. Be good for (Y/N). I love you.” Tyler told Charlie, bending down to give Charlie a kiss.

“Love you, daddy.”

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Things Percival Graves Would Totally Say If He Was A Dad:

·         “And you can go right back to your room and find the rest of that skirt before I take you to school, young woman.”

Originally posted by nifflersandmooncows

·         “…What did your Mom say?”

Originally posted by newtsobscuro

·         “You used to be so cute, what happened?”

Originally posted by valliamerie

·         “Someday you’ll understand why I care so much…” His hand unconsciously creeps up to his arm and covers a scar that Grindelwald left.

Originally posted by ingu

·         “Just don’t tell your Mom.”

Originally posted by seasons-gredence

·         “I refuse to talk to you until you put on some underwear.” (Cue you, “Percival! They’re only three!”)

Originally posted by talking-limbo

·         “I think this needs more… Magic.”

Originally posted by darthzvader

·         “Stop licking my face!”

Originally posted by blueskyandpudding

20 TC QUESTIONS

Here are 20 tc questions for you. I hope you have fun answering them. I’d love to see you reblog this and let your followers ask you a few of those. (You can also ask me some of them 😂😅)
I tried to only take questions that don’t give so much private stuff of you and your tc away. I hope it worked out.

1. How old is your tc?
2. How old are you?
3. Does your tc have a loud voice or a silent voice?
4. Does your tc teach you this year?
5. Does your tc have fluffy hair?
6. Is your tc emotional or rather cold?
7. Is your tc a popular teacher at your school?
8. Why did you fall in love with your tc?
9. Do you know your tc’s favourite colour?
10. Do you know what music your tc likes?
11. Do you think your tc knows how you feel for them?
12. Do you and your tc have something like a friendship?
13. Do you know if your tc has any pets?
14. Do you know if your tc is in a realationship?
15. Do you know if they have kids?
16. Is your tc tall or short?
17. Do you talk about different things than school with your tc?
18. Does your tc have a nickname for you?
19. Does your tc tease you in some way?
20. Have you ever told one of your friends about your feelings for your tc?

I have Dyslexia and I am proud.

I was made to believe when I was younger, being diffrent wasn’t really a good thing. You had to look like everyone else, talk like everyone else, think like everyone else. That’s just what was acceptable in society. 

I was 5 years old when I started school. I was like every other kid, scared yet excited to be starting school. As time went on, I realized I didn’t learn the same way the other kids did. Most of them were already able to read full sentances fluently, yet I was stuck at every other word. The other kids would sinker whenever it was my turn to read. I thought it was my eyes at first. I constently asked my dad if I could get glasses. I never told him the true reason why I wanted them. I was afraid of what he would think.

When I would get the yearly checkups, the doctor told me I had 20/20 vision and there was no reason for me to have them. The devistated me. Now I started to belive I was infact, a stupid kid. When I bearly passed the grades, I found it harder and harder to read. When I was in 5th grade, my classmates were already readng novles while I could bearly read small childrens books. Now instead of quiet snikers, there was banterous laughter everytime I was called on to read something out loud.

This is what a normal sentence looks like to you at a first glance.

Tish is waht a nromal sntance loks like to me at a frist glsnce.

I’m not exaggerating when I write that. That is what a small sentence would look like to me. That was the reason why I felt like I was stupid. Because I couldn’t read properly, I wasn’t motivated in school. I was in very general classes. I was placed in some classes with kids who really did classify as mentally challenged. Not saying that it was a bad thing, but back then it lowered myself esteem to rock bottom.

You wanna know something funny? I still read the mixed up sentence better then the one above. It’s just what my brain can process. It wasn’t until @purrtlepuff made me take a test on the internet. When I was 18 years old I discovered I had Dyslexia. 

I learned this 13 years to late.

13 long years I had convinced myself I was stuipd, I was worthless, I was nothing. All because my brain mixed up letters on a page. So when I did research on Dyslexia, I descovered some intresting things.

We are offten refered to as, dumb, lazy, unmotivated, “not trying hard enough.”

That’s not the case at all.What people don’t seem to understand is we get sick from trying to read. Our brains can’t comprehend that muh of information as fast as we want, making it overload itself and our bodies. Sometims we get head aches, nausea, or we loose focus because our brain can’t do it all at once.

This is what happened to me, and I still get headaches if I read/write too long. I felt so relived to find out that I wasn’t stupid after all. My brain just processes things a little diffrently then others. It makes me imperfect. And you know what?

THAT’S OKAY!

There are so many other things I am good at! Editing, game design, Acting, singing. They’re all encluded to the long list of what Dyslexic people are good at. I am unique. No one can take it away from me. It’s who I am and I intend on embracing it. It’s made me stronger and it gives me a reason to push for my passions.

If you have Dyslexia...

YOU ARE NOT STUPID, YOU ARE NOT LAZY, YOU ARE NOT INFERIOR TO OTHERS!

Don’t let anyone else say other wise!

If they do, just write a sentance backwards and then make them read it fluently. Then they’ll think twice.

~ Mama Scribb

But You’re the Bad Guy - Theo Raeken Imagine Series

based loosely on this imagine credits to owner for this idea 

Warnings: steamy make out sesh,swearing that’s all i guess

I walked into my class as I normally did not looking up afraid to make eye contact with my peers they thought I was weird. Somehow it felt different today, I couldn’t understand why my heart was racing but just then it hit me Theo my one and only weakness. I looked up big mistake there he was looking directly at me smirking dammit he was seated behind me great. I took my seat just as my teacher came in “class today we’ll be talking about psychology” he spoke.

I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head “y/n” he leaned in and whispered “you’re heart is racing like crazy” I could hear his smirk from here “you nervous or something?” Theo went on. “Mr.Raeken do you have something to add to why serial killers are the way they are?” Mr.Thompson asked raising a brow at Theo “no sir I was just asking Y/n for notes guess she doesn’t have any” Theo’s tone was cold I brushed it off.

I knew it was horrible to not talk to him but I couldn’t he’s the pack’s worst enemy and to have me be seen with Theo or communicating with him was bad news. I wouldn’t risk my friendship with the pack for anyone,Theo especially. He was an asshole he wants to over throw Scott and I’m not going to be the one who helps him accomplish that. But I do admit I have a terrible crush on the power crazed chimera sadly, I knew he couldn’t feel the same so I’ll just say quiet till class was over.

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A Fool of Mine [3]

Originally posted by someone-like-robsten

Title: A Fool of Mine
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Gaston/Reader
Words: 1,325
Summary: [ During your lunch date, you learn some rather interesting things. ]
A/N:  i’ve decided that like, yknow how belle’s color is blue
yeah reader’s is purple //  lol so what i was getting at in the early bit of the chapter was reader was wearing a headband, but they weren’t popular back then ok
Part 2 can be found here
Part 4 can be found here

As you went into town the next day, Gaston was nowhere to be found. Odd, considering he always hung out near the stone arch that led into town, and as you’d pass he’d let out some half-witted line about how absolutely stunning you were today.

You figured perhaps he was out, or maybe busy getting ready for later. You followed your routine, this time being sure to pick up a bottle of wine as you went along for your picnic in a few hours. After walking around the town (and stopping to smell the flowers as you did each day) you headed straight home - no time to read today.

The house was quiet as you entered.  Lonely, even. You hummed the tune you had heard at the tavern last night as you went along, preparing a small brunch and packing it away in the hand-woven picnic basket you had made years ago. After, you set your book on top, just in case you decided to take it. You then focused your attention on your appearance.

After taking a bath, you sifted through your wardrobe.

Hm…

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Why him? - G Dragon (Arranged Marriage) Chapter 1

Originally posted by kinqtop

Y/N’s POV

I groaned as I walked into the building that my father worked in, he had called me earlier and told me to stop by right after school. So here I was walking up to the receptionist and asking her where my father’s office was. I’m also not in the best mood, some asshole at school thought it would be funny to stick gum in my hair, luckily I managed to take it off without having to cut my hair.

My feet dragged the rest of my body towards the elevator, I got in and pressed on the button with the number 25 on it. Why did this building have so many floors? I mentally groaned, and only because someone else was on the elevator with me. Minutes later the door opened at floor 25, once again I asked for directions on how to get there. But hey don’t blame me, I’ve never been here so this was a first.

After being lead to I thanked the nice lady and knocked on the door, “Come in.” My fathers voice rang. I opened the door and let myself in. “Yes father?” I said politely, fixing my posture before he commented on it. He smiled, “take a seat darling” he greeted with a smile. Weird, he never smiled and even less called me darling. I tried my best to not freak out in the inside but this vibe I was getting wasn’t the best.

“You called me and asked me to stopped by” I reminded.

“Oh well yes I did” he started, “I’ve been thinking… You’re getting older and you yet haven’t brought a boy home.” His voice getting a bit stern at the end.

“I don’t have time for boys, my main focus is school. Is there something wrong with that?” I replied as I raised my eyebrow slightly.

“No. not at all. I guessed that’s why you never brought someone home. Which is good.. There’s this young man interested in getting married soon, he’s in his 25s and well since he always focused on his career when he was younger, well he never got a chance to date.”

My heartbeat began to race, “Let me stop you right there dad.” My formal tone nowhere to be seen after what he had just informed me of. “I don’t want a man, I don’t need one. I’m an independent woman and that’s how it’s going to stay.” My voice getting a little higher to emphasize on what I was trying to get through.

“That’s absurd. Every woman needs a man just like every man needs a woman. I told him that I have a daughter who’s just about to exit high school and start college. He was very, very interested. He said he’s willing to marry you. Craziest part is he has no clue how you are, how you look, I think he’s a keeper.”

A cold laugh left me, “You’ve gone mad old man. I’m not marrying anyone just because you want me too.”

“You are marrying him, how dare you question your father?! I’m assuring you a great man who will make you happy and take great of you and your future children!”

His powerful voice filling the room, he was mad of my attitude but I was even more annoyed about his greediness. He wasn’t doing this for me but for him, something told me that behind all of this there was a pile of cash waiting for him.

I got up and pushed the chair back, “You’re crazy, talk to me again once you get your head out of your ass.” And with that I stormed out of his office, pushing and shoving away anyone who got in my path.


What do you guys think of chapter 1? Feedback is always very much appreciated!

*Miri*

Safe- Justin Foley

Request: Can you do one where Kat comes back and starts dating Justin again and Justin becomes super overprotective because he feels bad about what happened with Jessica. 

Warning: cussing, mention of rape


Originally posted by justinfoleygifs

Safe- Justin Foley

The minute Kat came back she seemed to slip into a regular routine with Justin. Nearly immediately they were back together in their old routine, which was why she was at her locker putting her things back in her bag and waiting for Justin to meet up with her to drive her home.

But the routine changed when Jessica walked up to her, “Be careful with him. You need to know what really happened between me and him. Ask him about Bryce.”

She walked away just as quick as she had appeared leaving Kat confused. At first she figured Jessica was just being a jealous ex but by the look on her face it didn’t seem jealous, she seemed concerned, or hurt. Kat sighed waiting for Justin to show up until finally she saw him walking towards her across the hall with Bryce walking behind him. With Jessica’s words repeating in her mind she confidently walked up to her boyfriend pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“Where’s mine Kat?” Bryce asked leaning towards her as he laughed. Kat rolled her eyes and shoved him away slightly.

“Bryce shut up.” Justin snapped leaving Kat shocked wondering if his bitterness towards his best friend had something to do with what Jessica mentioned.

“You both know it’s just a joke Foley.” Bryce responded punching Justin’s arm before grabbing Kat’s wrist, “right?”

“Don’t fucking touch her.” Justin practically growled grabbing Bryce’s arm in a quick movement and shoving him away with his free hand.

“Justin what the fuck?” Kat asked staring at her boyfriend who seemed livid. It wasn’t like him to get pissed about a joke and she knew it was much deeper than that. Sensing it wouldn’t stop she grabbed Justin and practically dragged him away from Bryce and out of the school not stopping until they safely got to his car.

“Want to explain what happened? And why Jessica told me to ask you about him?” Kat asked running a hand through her hair slightly concerned.

“Bryce did some,” he paused to take in a breath, “really bad things. He hurt Jessica, and Hannah. I just don’t want him near you. I didn’t do anything to stop it, and I regret that every fucking day. I just can’t let that happen to you too.”

Take It All Back

Part Three

Summary: Still stuck in an alternate reality, Jensen navigates through a day full of ups and downs. 
Pairing: Jensen x OFC (Journey)
Word Count: 1775
Warnings: Mentions of possible pregnancy. 

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Question: what subject do the gang take?

Like we know they all take physics, and that April and Charlie both take history but like other than that we have no idea.

I think I remember seeing a bunch of art supplies and an easel in April’s room so maybe she takes art? Maybe Charlie does as well since we know he’s a talented artist. (Why would they do art history and then physics?)

What about Ram? does he take physical education or something like that? Does Tanya do computing? Or did she just teach herself how to hack?

Patrick Ness we deserve to know.

(if you don’t understand how a levels work, you basically take 4 subjects your first year and then drop one, but that is kind of changing so some schools you just take 3, it’s a kind of confusing system)

CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE

THIS KIDS REACTION

If anyone recalls, I had some issues a couple months back with a super passive aggressive girl who perceived any sharing of grades as bragging, and tried to come up with a way to tear me down. So I’ve been cautiously still being ok being open with my grades. And it’s stressful bc there is a lot of hate out there, and I get a lot for doing well in school.

But this kid’s response made me feel really good. He’s supportive and secure enough not to take my success as a threat. I guarantee if I had told that girl she would’ve said “you can’t get over 100” or “why did he scale yours too you got an A he shouldn’t have” or some way to explain away my success. So I really appreciate this sort of reaction. And it’s something I don’t take for granted.

Chocolate Bars and Lucky Stars

Title: Chocolate Bars and Lucky Stars

Pairing: College AU - Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1663

Warnings: mostly fluff, light cursing, mentions of divorce, a tiny bit of self-loathing, angst?

A/N: This was written for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge. I restarted this story who knows how many times, but I think I kinda sorta like it now? I dunno, feedback and constructive criticism would be much appreciated! It’s also the first Sam fic I’ve ever written, so I really hope I did alright!


“Ugh,” you groan. “I hate Shakespeare.”

You slam your textbook shut and spin your chair around, turning toward Sam, who is sitting cross-legged on your bed with all of his notes and textbooks spread out haphazardly, the eraser end of his pencil in his mouth.

“C'mon, Y/N/N. It’s not that bad. Just a few more exams, and then we can go home for spring break,” Sam tells you.

You groan once more. "I just don’t understand why we’re analyzing his crappy writing. I already suffered through it in high school,” you complain, turning back to your desk to glare at your notes.

Sam quietly chuckles, a small grin appearing on his face, and shakes his head at your frustration.

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