why do i need a partner in this class

The girl no one noticed || D.H.

A/N: I got this really (!) cool request not long ago and I just felt like writing it! Thank you to the person who sent it in. I feel like this turned out to be one of the purest imagines I have ever written.

Word Count: 1.8K

POV: 3rd Person (uhh something special)

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

“Mr Howell, can you please pay attention?!”

“I don’t know, can I?” Dan was smirking and cockily looking up at the teacher. She seemed perplex and instead of answering she just handed him a detention slip.

Dan didn’t really care instead he enjoyed that he made the whole class laugh. He felt like he was glowing as Mrs Hammersmith was evilly glaring at every student that couldn’t hold in their laughter.

And then he heard her, the girl that sat in the middle of class right in front of him. He’d been staring at her back all semester but not once had he heard her talk. Okay, maybe she had answered a question that she was asked, but she never said more than that.

But right at this moment he could clearly hear her giggle at his comment and he had never heard anything that beautiful. It was light and so genuine.

Dan had never really noticed her before. She was just there. Nobody ever payed attention to her and that was what she wanted. She didn’t want to be noticed but ever since Dan heard her giggle he couldn’t stop noticing her.

When the bell rang every student quickly sprinted outside. Everybody seemed to hate English Literature taught by Mrs Hammersmith, but Y/N didn’t. She liked the books her teacher gave the class to read and she’d spent nights devouring them. Still she didn’t say much during class even though she knew all the answers. Y/N just didn’t feel like she needed the attention unlike the boys who sat right behind her.

She picked up her school bag and notebook as she followed everyone outside.

“Get out of the way!” She heard somebody shout, seconds later she felt a hard shoulder hit hers.

A blonde guy was chasing his friend through the hallway. He didn’t pay enough attention to his surroundings to see Y/N walking right in front of him. The two of them collided. She was pushed against a stranger’s locker and dropped everything she was carrying. Her notebook hit the floor with a loud thud as the loose pieces of paper she stored in there scattered all over the floor.

Her ‘attacker’ didn’t even say anything he was long gone when Y/N got up again.

“You look like you need help.”

Dan had watched his friend Joe chase Carter, another friend of his, down the hallway. At first, he laughed because he knew that Carter must have done something really stupid, but then he saw Joe run into the quiet girl from class.

Y/N gulped nervously. Before she could tell the brown-haired boy that ‘it’s okay’ he had already started picking up her notes and scribbles.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m Dan by the way.” He showed her his friendliest smile. She smiled back as soon as she saw his dimples. Y/N recognized him as the guy who sat behind her in English Lit.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Dan was surprised that her voice wasn’t all quiet. It just sounded very clear.

She bent down next to him to help him pick up her papers. Dan gathered as many as he could and couldn’t stop himself from taking a quick glance at them before he handed them back.

Her handwriting wasn’t as neat as he had expected it to be. It was rather messy but he could still make out a few words. It didn’t look like anything school related.

Y/N noticed that Dan took a look at her notes. She had just scribbled song lyrics and poems down and she was sure he couldn’t even read what it said.

“Thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry that Joe pushed you over.” Dan nervously laughed a little. He didn’t really want this conversation to end, but he had nothing else to say.

“Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“I’ll see you around?” Dan asked her, hoping that they would get the chance to talk to each other again.

“I guess so.” Y/N answered.

They had never talked to each other before. In fact, she didn’t talk much. Dan was one of the loud boys in the back of class, so Y/N was understandably a bit confused by his sudden…interest?

After they had said their byes they walked off in different directions. Dan couldn’t stop himself from turning around again and staring at her back that was moving away from him.

‘Who is she?’ he silently asked himself and he didn’t find an answer.

Yes, she was the quiet and shy girl that sat in front of him in class, but who was she really?

Dan just needed to find out.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about her once after that incident. He even subtly asked his friends about her, but most of them didn’t even knew what girl he was talking about.

The next time he walked into English class he had a weird feeling in his stomach region. He wasn’t feeling sick though, he was excited? nervous even?

She was already waiting for class to start in her assigned seat as always. A part of her face was hidden behind a strand of her hair as she was drawing little butterflies next to some of her notes.

When Dan walked past her seat she glanced up at him for a second, their eyes met and then she quickly looked down again.

Dan took the chair behind her and as soon as the bell rang Mrs Hammersmith started with her lesson. It was not unusual that Dan didn’t listen to whatever she said but normally it was because he’d be joking around with his friends.

That wasn’t the reason this time. This time he was thinking about the colour of Y/N’s eyes and how he had never seen more beautiful ones.

Mrs Hammersmith started handing out new books for everybody to read and most of the class groaned as she did so.

Y/N on the other hand curiously examined the title and cover of the book as soon it was handed to her. After every student was given a copy of the book Mrs Hammersmith raised her voice.

“I want you to do presentations on this novel.” She announced and again the class groaned.

“In pairs” the teacher then added and seemed to cheer up most of her students.

Y/N, however, quickly raised her hand.

Before she was even asked to speak, Mrs Hammersmith answered her question.

“No Miss Y/L/N you can’t do the presentation on your own. You’ll need to find a partner.”

Y/N’s hand slowly sank in defeat.

“I can be her partner.”

Every student in this class seemed to turn around to stare at Dan. Their eyes were nearly grouching out of their socket as they couldn’t believe that he had volunteered to pair up with the girl nobody noticed.

Even Y/N had turned around to face him. He was shooting her a grin and shrugged his shoulders as if he were saying ‘why not?’.

She simply nodded, agreeing to do this project together.

After class had ended Dan quickly followed Y/N outside.

“So… when do you want to meet up?” Dan asked her, scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you think you can finish the book until Friday?” she asked him, eying the novel she was now carrying on top of her notebook. It was pretty thin, she would probably read it in one go tonight.

“Sure.” He positively said although it would probably take him a while since he wasn’t really into reading that much.

“Good. Then we can meet up Friday after school. My place?” She wanted to know.

“Sounds great.” Dan smiled at her, already looking forward to Friday.

As the day of days had finally came Dan was unable to concentrate on anything in class or listen to anything his friends said. The only thought he was able to think was ‘I’m going to see Y/N today’.

Dan had stayed up until way past his usual bed time in order to finish the book. He was busy all week and didn’t have the chance to read it, but he would’ve done anything to finish it.  

After his last lesson on Friday he nearly jumped up from his seat, he didn’t even say goodbye to Joe or Carter, he walked out of the building straight away to wait for Y/N in the parking lot.

To his surprise, she was already waiting for him right next to the entrance. What Dan didn’t know was that she was just as excited as him.

“Hi” she greeted him and Dan’s heart swelled with happiness at the simple word.

“Hey Y/N” he greeted her back and as she started walking he just followed her.

“We need to take the bus.” She explained as they made their way to the bus stop.

Five minutes later Dan sat in a bus that was driving in the opposite direction to where his house was.

They sat next to each other but didn’t talk much. Still, it wasn’t an awkward kind of silence between them. It just felt normal.

After Y/N had told Dan where to get off they walked a few metres until they had reached her house. She got the keys from her bag and unlocked the front door.

“My parents are at work. How do you feel about ordering something for lunch?” Y/N asked the brown-haired boy that kept looking around the house.

“Sounds perfect to me.” Dan exclaimed, only now noticing how hungry he was.

Dan took his shoes and jacket off before grabbing his bag again and waiting for her to tell him what to do.

“My room is upstairs.” She explained before she ran up the stairs on her tip toes. Just that simple act made him grin.

He followed her and as he entered her room his mouth hung open. There were Green Day posters and lyrics plastered all over her walls. There was even a drum kit in the back of her room.

He stared at her with wide eyes as he noticed the stacks of video games next to her TV. He had played and loved most of them, but he saw some that he didn’t even know of.

“There is a sequel to The Last of Us?” he asked her flabbergasted, picking up the game from where it was lying next to her PS4.

“It came out yesterday. I pre-ordered it. It’s so much better than I had expected it to be, and my expectations were high!” She excitedly exclaimed and Dan was taken aback by how passionate she was about it and how vigorous her voice sounded.

His gaze wandered through her room for a while as he took in all the tiny details and decorations.

Then, his eyes landed on Y/N again and he couldn’t help but stare at the girl nobody but him noticed. And boy, they all missed out on something.

“Who are you?” he asked her with a smile, not being able to read her.

World Of Glass (Jughead Jones)

You were are really sweet girl, kind and caring; you didn’t had the best body but there were tons of guys crushing on you.

You were loved by most people, even Cheryl said nice things about you ones in a while.

Class was finished so you grabbed your bag and got out of the classroom and as you walked down the hallway you found Reggie and his friends picked on some guy, Reggie was about to throw the laptop of the boy in the trash can when you caught his attention

“Reggie!” You scolded him as you walked over to him, he froze and grinned nervously “Give me the laptop, Reggie” you instructed him in an authoritative tone, yet sweet.

He rolled his eyes “C'mon Y/N, we were joking, right Jug?” He said and the Jug guy stood silent, sending him dangers through his cold stare

“Give me the laptop” you said simply and he sighed before handing it over to you “Thank you. Now go” you said in a friendly tone, the boys left and Reggie gave Jug one last glare before leaving you behind. “Sorry about them” you apologized to the tall boy before handing him the laptop

“Thanks” he said simply walking away, you titled your head to the side as you watched him leave, there was something about him that intrigued you.

(…)

“Okay, time to make the pairs for this semester’s project” the teacher said and everyone started looking for a pair, except for you, you were sat on your place caught up in your reading. “Who wants to be Jughead’s partner?” You heard the teacher say, you couldn’t help but look around.

Everyone stood silent, looking at each other nervously or just pretending that the teacher didn’t said anything, you looked over to Jughead who was writing something on his laptop completely concentrated in that and ignoring the fact that one wanted to be his partner.

You bit your lip slightly before raising your hand and smiling “I’ll do it” you said and you could feel the boy’s eyes on the back of your head, the teacher smiling widely

“Thank you Y/N, you may go with Jughead” he instructed and you nodded before walking over to him and greeting him as you shook your hand slightly, he looked at you completely puzzled before murmuring a soft “Hi” under his breath.

You sat beside him a small grin on your lips “Why did you volunteered?” He asked you rather intrigued and you raised and eyebrow

“You want to do it on your own? Cause if you do it’s fine, I’ll just leave” you replied kindly and he shook his head

“No, that’s not what I meant” he said neutrally “I mean why do you want to be partners with me?” He asked and you shrugged

“Well we both needed a partner” you answered simply
“Don’t you have friends?” He asked with a little rudeness but you brushed it off and shook your head
“There’s a difference between knowing people and being friends with them” you said and the bell rang, you hoped off your chair and grabbed your bag “Should we do the project after school?” You asked and he nodded “You don’t mind if we walk?”

“No” he said and you smiled and waved him goodbye as you left for your next class

At the end of the school Jughead was leaned against the door frame of your classroom, his headphones were placed on his ears above his beanie, you walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.

He looked at you and you smile making a little gesture with your head telling him to follow you, you walked side by side and talked about pointless things, he was really interesting when you took the time to know him.

You pulled out your keys and opened the door, letting Jughead go in behind you “Mom, I’m home!” You called out as Jughead closer the door behind him

“In the living room, darling!” She replied and both of you headed there, then you saw her, her hair was really short, some places were still bald, the veins were visible, specially in her hands and neck, she was pail and looked really tired.

Nevertheless she smiled sweetly at the sight of you, when she noticed the black haired boy behind you she gasped slightly “Honey! You should’ve told me we would have a visitor, I don’t want your friends to see my bald head!” She scolded you half serious, you giggled giving her a peck on the cheek

“Mom you’re still beautiful with or without cancer” you hugged her and Jughead looked at you with both eyes wide open in surprise. “We would be upstairs” you informed your mom holding Jug’s hand and guiding him up the stairs.

After some time of working you could feel him staring at you, so you looked up at him smiling “What?” You asked

“How can you be so sweet when your life is falling apart?” He asked and you closed the book that laid down on your legs

“I don’t know really it’s just the way I am” you shrugged and he went back to reading, and none of you would have known that since that day you became inseparable

Later that day Jughead went back to writing his book where he wrote about you saying :

“When I first met her I couldn’t help but be curious, she was sweet, no one had nothing bad to say about her.

Not even Cheryl.

Loved by everyone yet a lonely girl; bubbly and kind with a dark past, her whole world was made of glass”.

Dicking Down to Wifing Up

“Horan! Hurry the fuck up!” Harry yells through the door. “People are starting to show up!”

Niall looks in the mirror and adjusts his quiff a bit, “Coming!”  He just had the blonde redone and was more than ready for their house party.

Harry snorts from the other side, “Sure thing. Just don’t leave a mess.” He jokes and Niall hears him go down the hall.

He rolls his eyes and leaves the room. You said you were going to be coming to the party and he was looking forward to that. He had been trying to convince you for the entire semester to attend a variety of the parties that his frat put on.

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Fav Things About Booty and the Boot

• Pere Robert and the church library
• b l a c k r e p r e s e n t a t i o n t h a n k y o u
• “small town, small minded”
• “URGH”
• *angrily throws chicken seed*
Bonus: when Dan and Em were talking about it and he goes ‘my Belle’ ahhhhh
• Maurice singing/How Can Moment Last Forever
• Belles mom is addressed thank you
• Inventor!Belle
• Belle “I invented the washing machine” *insert last name*
• “it’s a small town…I’ve met them all”
• This family is savage
• um are we not gonna talk about how Philippe is basically the third family member like
• seriously, thank you filmmakers for keeping it so that they still treated good ol Philippe the way the did in the animated one
• emma watsons voice is amazing
• she is perf as belle
• fight me
• m8 come aT ME

~ la dee da might add more later ~

• “who r u?”
• “who r U?!”
• Lumiere you are so e x t r a
• ewan mcgregor as lumiere
• like
• who knew i needed that
• “or as i like to call it, the only wing!”
• belle escaping the dress madame garderobe threw on her like wow
• Belle “yeah ill just make a makeshift rope no problemo” *insert last name*

~ skip some stuff ~

• THE DANCE WAS EVERYTHING
• THE DRESS WAS EVERYTHING
• THE CHOREOGRAPHY WAS EVERYTHING
• THINGS THAT WERE EVERYTHING:
- Beast dipping Belle
- Emma thompson singing
- THE DECORATION INSTRUMENTS
- BUT LIKE THEY PLAYED ANYWAY
- I WANT TO DANCE THIS DANCE
- SOMEONE BE MY PARTNER
- THEIR FACES THEIR LOOKS LIKE
- THIS ROMANCE IS AMAZING

~ um ~

• EVERMORE AHHHHHHHHH

~ boopedy boop i skippidy skooped ~

• growl
• gROWL

~ some last words ~

• highlight of 2k17
• gonna watch it in gold class by myself because why not
• my grades have risen, my pores have cleared, this movie cured my cancer

~ some more words ~

• someone give me more human adam and belle scenes/interactions because
• like
• the thing i was looking for near the end of the film was exactly that
• i need to see that he’s still “Beast”
• do you feel me fam?

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Actually it was Tsuna’s Guardians who planned to have their costumes like that…not Reborn.

Well. Maybe influenced by a little bit.

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BREAKING BAD SENTENCE STARTERS.

“ So, how’s it feel to be old? ”
“ How does it feel to be a smart ass? ”
“ Why are you here? ”
“ Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much. ”
“ I don’t know what you’re talking about. ”
“ That’s not you? Like I said, no one is looking for you. ”
“ Look, I don’t know what you think you’re doing here. ”
“ I’m thinking…maybe you and I could partner up. ”
“ That’s right. Either that…or I turn you in. ”
“ Did you learn nothing from my chemistry class? ”
“ No. You flunked me, remember? ”
“ The shit you cook is shit. ”
“ I’m just saying that’s something I need to know about. ”
“ After we finish cleaning up this mess, we will go our separate ways. ”
“ Are you smoking weed? Oh my God! Wait a minute, is that my weed? ”
“ What the hell, man? Make yourself at home, why don’t you? ”
“ So what did you end up buying? ”
“ God. I don’t suppose you could kiss my ass? ”
“ I mean, I don’t know. I kind of like it. ”
“ I just…haven’t quite been myself lately. ”
“ So right now, what I need is for you to climb down out of my ass. ”
“ Will you please, just once, get off my ass, you know? ”
“ You said you were just doing some ride-along! ”
“ I didn’t ask for any of this! How am I supposed to live here now, huh? ”
“ My whole house smells like toe cheese and dry cleaning. ”
“ You know, you keep telling me that I don’t have it in me. ”
“ But you gotta convince me and you’re going nowhere until you do. ”
“ Whatever, man. I just want to go home. ”
“ I don’t know. Just…doesn’t it seem like…something’s missing? ”
“ You can’t be serious. What the hell are you doing here? ”
“ Who sent you? You wearing a wire? You setting me up? ”
“ I wanted to tell you how much everybody digs that meth we cooked. ”
“ Can I call them and tell them you’ll start next week? ”
“ I just think that we need to…discuss it a little more, that’s all. ”
“ Yo, why would you want this lame-ass job anyway? ”
“ No matter what happens, no more bloodshed. No violence. ”
“ Oh man! Fifty G’s? How you figure that? ”
“ Like they don’t already know that? Are you saying they’re stupid? ”
“ Like I ain’t got the goddamn sense to speak for myself! Is that it? ”
“ No, I am just trying to understand how this works! ”
“ Did I not already tell you how moronic that was? ”
“ No, please, no! God, please, no! Oh God, I don’t wanna die! ”
“ We tried to poison you because you are an insane. ”
“ Well, which supermarket? Is it like a big one? Like a chain? ”
“ You? No. Only shooting that you do is into a Kleenex. ”
“ So what’re you saying? Like, I shot someone with, like, a gun? ”
“ I don’t know, sweetheart. But please, turn your life around. ”
“ What part of “no contact” didn’t you understand? “
” You know why you don’t know? Because you don’t think! “
” Your half? There is no your half of the money! “
” You’re gonna beat your homies to death when they “dis” you? “
” I mean, the point here is to make money, right? ”
“ I beg your pardon? This is a partnership, remember? ”
“ What happened? Because this isn’t you. ”
“ What? That can’t be how you see it. ”
“ You are always the picture of innocence. ”
“ You have a good rest of your life, kid. ”
“ If I have to guess, I’d say that’s Spanish for asshole. ”
“ Then lift your shirt. Show me you’re not wearing a wire. ”
“ I just–I just need you to prove it, you know? ”
“ Go over there and punch that dude right in the face. ”
“ Uh, if you ask a cop if he’s a cop, he’s, like, obligated to tell you. ”

Chemistry Campfires

Prompt: “why are you toasting marshmallows over the Bunsen burner?” (college au)

Genre: Fluff

Otp: klance

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Summary: Keith returns to the Chemistry Lab to pick up his forgotten folder only to find his idiot lab partner Lance having a bit too much fun with an “experiment.”

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“Ah, fuck” Keith mumbled as he came to a halt, “I’ll catch you later Shiro, I left my folder in the lab.”

“Do you really even need it?” Shiro asked.

“Yeah my report for Calc class is in there. Catch you later okay?” He quickly turned around and sped walked back to the lab, he hoped the teacher hadn’t left and locked the door.

When Keith arrived at the lab, he found the lights in the room were still on. Hopeful, he twisted the door handle, and the door opened. He sighed a breath of relief and stolled to the door at the back of the classroom which led to the lab. As he peered through the window in the door, he noticed that someone else was still in the lab. Taking a closer look, Keith immediately realized who it was, and what they were doing.

“Dude, why the fuck are you roasting marshmallows over the bunsen burner?” Keith asked casually. He would’ve been more surprised, even angry if it had been someone else, but he wasn’t even phased slightly to see his lab partner Lance fucking around in the lab again.

Yes, again. Keith has a habit of forgetting things in class, and on more than one occasion has found Lance still in the lab. The last time this happened, he stumbled in to Lance’s “cooking extravaganza,” where he found him warming up tomato soup on a hot plate. Lance has even offered to make him a grilled cheese when the soup was done being heated. Obviously, Keith declined.

“I’m making s'mores, duh. Want one?” Lance replied nonchalantly.

Keith sighed, knowing he would regret it later, and nodded defeatedly. He prayed to God that no one had to use the lab later that night. He sat down next to Lance, placed his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands. The idea of getting caught terrified him, but to be honest, he was really in the mood for a s’more.  

“ Forget your folder again?” Lance questioned knowingly.

“Yeah,” Keith sighed “I guess I do it often enough for you to notice huh?”

“Well yeah,” Lance paused “Why do you think the lab is always unlocked after class? That’s why I’m always in here.”

Keith listened to Lance’s words without realizing what he had just said. Suddenly he came to understand what Lance had actually just casually mentioned.

“Wait.. you’re telling me that I’m the reason you are able to fuck around like this???” Keith wailed.

“Yep.” Keith just sighed and accepted this as fact. He slowly relaxed his head on the table and let his arms stretch across the table. He felt his hand brush up against something soft and he peered to look at what it was. His cheeks began to flush when he saw that he had placed his hand right on top of Lance’s. Not wanting to make things awkward, he said nothing and instead drew the conversation elsewhere. He looked around the room, searching for something to discuss. His eyes landed on a pile of black lumps on the table.

“What are those?” Keith pointed to the mystery cluster.

“Oh those?” Lance laughed, “That’s the reject pile. Who wants to eat a burnt marshmallow?”

Keith was shocked at Lance’s comment. He didn’t take him as someone who would waste perfectly edible food, especially being bestfriends with Hunk and all. Keith hit Lance in the arm causing him to drop the roasted marshmallow directly onto their overlapping hands.

“OW!” They both shrieked in harmony.

“What the hell was that for dude??” Lance yelled. Keith could only laugh in response.

Lance was lost at how Keith could possibly be laughing at the moment, given they had both just been burnt by a marshmallow of all things.  

“Sorry. Just. Really. Funny” Keith managed to get out in between laughs. He finally opened his eyes, and wiped the tears from the corners to look at the damage of the incident. Lance didn’t look to be burnt badly, only slight redness appeared on the skin. Keith’s hand however, was sitting on top of his when the marshmallow fell, and was turning extremely red. The burn didn’t look severe, but it certainly hurt.

“Dude, look at your hand!” Lance said worryingly, “We need to get the first aid kit!”

“Honestly, It’s fine. I wasn’t even burnt that badly-” Keith was cut short by Lance’s finger being brought to his mouth.

“Shut it, pretty  boy. You need some neosporin and a band-aid.”

‘Neosporin? Aren’t you supposed to use that on cuts?’ Keith thought to himself while Lance scurried around the lab searching for the kit.

Wait. He called me pretty boy.

Keith’s cheeks started to flush, and his heart began to race. ‘He thinks I’m pretty?’ He thought, his mind remembering the pleasant brush of hands earlier. He had never thought of Lance in that sort of matter at all, but had Lance thought of Keith that way?

Keith recalled the first day they met, the first day of the Chemistry 152 class they shared. They had just transitioned from the lecture portion of class to the lab, and had walked into the back classroom. It was intimidating, not knowing where to sit, or who to sit by, as Keith knew no one in the class. He chose a random table towards the back that was unoccupied by anyone. Suddenly, a stranger sat down in the seat adjacent, and gave him a big smile. It was Lance.

Had Lance chose to sit by him for a reason? Has he thought Keith was pretty all along? Keith’s mind was running rampant at the thought of Lance thinking of him this way. But why would he care? He never thought of Lance that way, so why would it even matter. It’s not like he had a crush on the beautiful dark skinned boy with eyes that lit up every time they looked at you.

Shit. Maybe he was kinda gay for Lance.

His thoughts were interrupted by Lance yanking his hand into his own.

“I found it! It was in the cabinet over the sink. Now sit tight while Doctor Lance works his magic.”

Keith was surprised at how careful Lance was being, pouring water over the burnt area and quickly applying aloe to soothe the skin. Lance looked intently at his hand, making sure not to hurt Keith even slightly. It was kind of adorable. Lance would apologize profusely every time Keith would flinch; a complete personality change from the kid he knew. Keith found it adorable, his sudden confession to himself seeming to make sense.

Lance was really cute in that moment, Keith thought to himself. His eyebrows furrowed, only slightly visible from the light brown hair that covered them. He appeared to be biting his lip as he concentrated, and Keith found himself unable to look away. His lips were so pink, and looked so soft. Keith pondered what it would be like to kiss them.

‘Goddammit I am so gay,’ He thought.

Keith heard a small chuckle escape Lance’s mouth, and when he looked up to meet his eyes, he could sense a smirk being flashed just from the way his eyes crinkled into a smile.

“There you go, all treated,” Lance expressed, “And good to know.”

Keith’s face went tomato red when he realized that he had spoken his thoughts aloud. Lance met his gaze, flashed a wink, and began to laugh uncontrollably.

“That’s not what I mean-” Keith was interrupted by Lance again.

“Hey it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I mean I’m half gay! If you describe bisexuality that way.” Lance revealed.

“Oh…um…okay” Keith replied awkwardly.

“Listen, wait for me outside. I’m gonna clean up this mess, and lock up okay? I don’t think s’more is a good idea anymore.” Lance said.

Keith just nodded, got up, and headed outside. A few minutes later Lance strolled out of the lab, key in hand. He placed the key in his back pocket and approached Keith. Keith guessed the teacher must have left it out, and Lance snatched it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow lab partner,” Lance leaned in close and whispered, “Oh, and if you need to rant to anyone about being gay, give me a call.”

Once again Keith was left red, unable to speak. Tender Lance was gone, and his normal personality returned. Lance turned to walk away, while Keith was left standing doe-eyed. He might just have to take Lance up on his offer. Keith turned to walk back to his dorm when he stopped dead in his tracks. His folder.

“Lance! Come back!!” Keith hollered desperately. He needed to get his folder.

Lance turned around, and smirked, unbeknownst to Keith.

“Taking me up on my offer already?”

This was going to be an interesting rest of the semester.

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A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first piece of writing in a while, but I felt inspired to write so here this is. It’s not the best, but hopefully not the worst. Please excuse any grammar mistakes and I finished writing this before bed. I hope you enjoy this, and feel free to request anytime. 

Friendly Faces (part 2)

For the anon that requested it.


Damian had been thinking about you. Not that he wanted to, or was consciously doing it. It was involuntary, distracting and quite frankly very, very annoying.

The next day he avoided you in school, hoping that maybe if he did you would get the hint and leave him alone. That wasn’t going to happen.

You had brought him a chocolate eclair today, you had told him that it reminded you of him. You said that he seemed tough and a little off putting on the outside, but when you eventually would crack him open, he would be nice and sweet on the inside. He scoffed at that and asked if casual cannibalism was going to be a problem. You had laughed at him, which, he’d hate to admit, made him a little proud.

It was class time now, the only class you two had together. A science project was coming up, something Damian had rolled his eyes at. He could do this in his sleep.  A miniature volcano, childrens stuff really. For him at least, he didn’t see why it took two people to work on a project he could have done when he was four. Yet the opportunity of pairs was something you couldn’t pass up.

“Hey, partner,” you said, plopping into the seat next to Damian, and slinging your arm around his shoulders.

“I don’t need a partner, I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself,” Damian turned to you and shrugged off your arm.

“You know, we had this conversation yesterday when you said you didn’t need friends, yet here I am, and here I stayed. So we’re partners whether you like it or not,” you replied to Damian. Folding your arms and staring him down.

Damian just huffed and turned to face the board, where the teacher was explaining about deadlines and how to do the project.

“So,” you whispered to Damian “your house or mine?”

“We don’t need to go to each other’s houses,” he replied. Thinking that he was going to win this one again.

“Yes, we do. We only have five classes to work on it from here to the due date,” you informed him.

“We’ll get it done,” he snapped at you, turning to the board as if he was interested. You both knew that he wasn’t.

“Okay, cranky pants. Fine. It’s your funeral,” you said, putting your hands up in mock defeat. You just had to take matters into your own hands. For some reason, Damian actually smiled (more like smirked) at that last line. Another thing to add to the long list of things that didn’t make sense about Damian Wayne.

Damian had managed to avoid you for the rest of the day, much to his pleasure and slight disbelief.  He suspected you were mad at him after the interaction in the science class you shared. Not that he cared or anything.

He was glad when the bell rang to dismiss him from school. He hated that place. The teachers were ignorant, he knew everything they were teaching already and he had no one to talk to. Well, almost no one.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He could see Alfred ahead of him, waiting by the car looking much too happy for Damian’s liking. When Alfred was happy it meant he had got what he wanted. Which was usually the exact opposite of what Damian wanted.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Damian asked his aging butler with a scowl.

“Like what, Master Damian?” Alfred retorted, his smile growing larger and more unsettling.

“Like you know something I don’t know,” Damian was getting more annoyed by the second.

“Young Master, I know many things you don’t know, and many more things you will never find out about.,” Alfred responded, knowing that he was getting under the young boy’s skin. Damian just rolled his eyes and continued scowling. That was until he’d opened up the car door and a look of pure shock overcame him.

There you were. In all your annoying glory. Sitting in his seat in his car.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Damian asked you, clearly less than impressed with your sudden appearance.

“Well, we got let out five minutes early, so I was starting my walk home when I saw your butler, I stopped and introduced myself, obviously, and explained the whole science project issue. Alfred was so nice about it, he even said I could come to your house and start it today, I called my parents and cleared it all up and I was just waiting in the car until you showed up and here we are,” You explained, looking as innocent as you could.

“Fine, but only for an hour,” Damian said getting in, and forcing you to the other side of the car. If you were coming home  with him, you weren’t going to be on his side of the car.

“Alfred said I could stay for dinner!” You said, elbowing him in the arm to get his attention.

“You’re not staying,” Damian looked at his phone, seemingly uninterested in the conversation.

“We’re having pasta,” you said, ignoring him.

Damian smiled at his phone while you babbled on about how much homework you had and how your day went. Despite him denying you, he was glad to see a friendly face at the end of the day.

Being Best Friends with Wonwoo and Hoshi

GENRE: drabble, fluff, au

REQUEST: @shudderme:  Hellohellloooo!!! Can you do bestfriends with hoshi & wonwoo tgt? ^^ thankyouuuuu!

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  • Okay first up, these two are protective af
  • Especially Soonyoung
  • Met you while you were getting picked on by some of your classmates and he deadass flipped
  • “Don’t you dare touch her” *glares*
  • Wonwoo is more chill but will not hesitate to give whoever’s giving you a hard time his signature icy stare
  • Both of them walk you to school every day
  • makes sure you’re not late
  • “Y/N AH! WAKE UP!!! IT’S TIME FOR SCHOOL!”
  • Will sing loudly below your window until you get up
  • “Guys shut up!” *throws a book out the window*
  • Wonwoo: HEY! THIS IS A PERFECTLY GOOD BOOK YU LITTLE ASSNIP WHY ARE YOU TAKING IT OUT ON THE BOOK WHAT THE FUNK YO—
  • He’ll make so much noise you’re forced to get out of bed
  • your parents love them
  • “Wonwoo-yah~ Soonyoung-ie! Come and join us for dinner!”
  • “Mom no”
  • “THANKS MRS (L/N)!!!”
  • Treat you like their kid sister
  • Soonyoung ruffles your head a lot
  • Loves to squeeze your cheek
  • Hoshi: “Wonwoo wonwoo look, isn’t she the cutest!”
  • “STOP IT”
  • Wonwoo will laugh and bop your nose or sth
  • ie. he is no help
  • always makes you sit in the center
  • wonwoo texts you book recommendations while Soonyoung forces you to watch him dance covers with him
  • Your group GC will be something like:
  • “Wonwho WonBoo”: Y/N check this book out
  • “Soonsucks”: NO Y/N CHECK THIS LINK OUT
  • *Spams chat with over 1000+ messages of them quarreling with each other
  • You: “I’m in hell” *leaves*
  • Either Wonwoo or Soonyoung would be your desk partner at school
  • Soonyoung copies notes from you and you copy notes from Wonwoo
  • ‘Teamwork’
  • Soonyoung either sleeps in class or getting you in trouble for talking to you
  • Wonwoo makes you sleepy idk
  • Soonyoung vandalises your books with stuff like “DON’T TOUCH OUR Y/N OR ELSE”
  • Does not let boys get two feet within you unless they’re with you
  • “you guys are the reason why I don’t have a boyfriend”
  • Wonwoo: ??
  • Soonyoung: ??
  • Wonwoo: “Why do you need a boyfriend when you have us??”
  • Soonyoung: “Are we not good enough???”
  • Spontaneous trips to the amusement park
  • They pay for everything
  • Buys you popsicles 
  • Soonyoung makes you finish his ice cream
  • Everyone’s jealous of you because you’re so close to Wonwoo aka smoky hot bad boy aka “too cool for school” aka every girl wants to be with and they never believe you when you say he’s actually a total dork
  • “No seriously he sings Lucifer in his sleep”
  • “Thanks very funny Y/N”
  • You: !!!!
  • They sometimes like to you bring you out individually on “quality time” but its really cuz they dont feel like sharing :3
  • Wonwoo takes you on walks and his favourite bookstores and its always so calming
  • Soonyoung brings you bowling and arcades and likes to watch movies with you
  • Always brings you to karaoke
  • “You need to get OUT Y/N”
  • Usually just an excuse for them to sing their dorky hearts out
  • Slings their hands over your shoulders
  • did I mention hair ruffling?
  • Wonwoo smiles only when he’s with you two or with Mingyu, your other classmate
  • you three keep in contact even after graduation
  • Brings you out for dinner sometimes
  • Still as dorky and protective of you as ever
  • At your wedding day, he’ll lean over and whisper in your ear, “I always knew you two would end up together”

You guys get to pick who you end up with hehe Hope you like this!

hey some music aus?

- u play guitar and i play ukulele. let’s swap our instruments for a week and see how it goes (why are these strings so small??)

- i’m just not good at sight-reading and you’re in my choir class could u help tutor me?

- singing solfege scales together !!

- no offense but that’s really not how you hold a drum stick do u need me to demonstrate

- in a music store and wow my instrument’s really out of tune. hey, you on the piano, could u hit a c for me please

- stand partners in orchestra. you’re much quicker than me could u turn the pages for us?

- you’re much bigger than me and play the violin. i’m a lot smaller and i play the cello

- at the piano recital and what the heck the program says you’re playing the same song as me. u better not be better bc you sure are cuter

- teach me how to play the flute? (u look ethereal playing it)

Touchin, Lovin part 2

To everyone who wanted a part two. Thank you for your suggestions. I bet you can’t see it coming. I got you all fooled. Don’t get mad though.

~Admin Kirsten

This is not a Smut sorry

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Part 1

You sit in your cold room. No music playing just the rhythmic sounds of cars passing by outside.

You hadn’t spoken or seen Jungkook since that happened. Images of him trying to console that girl still play in your head. You wondered if she took him back. You wondered if you would have taken him back.

It’s been weeks since you’ve been dancing and have listened to a song. Although you can’t escape the melody of your everyday life. You can’t bear to listen to music without having to burst into tears at the events that happened.

You had called your dance teacher and told him that you were quitting the class. He had tried to talk you out of it. That it wasn’t fair to your partner, Jungkook. You couldn’t help but to let out a bitter laugh. As if your ‘partner’ played fair.

You slowly got up and started your daily routine. You didn’t focus as you put on clothes, made breakfast, and left the house. You finally snap back into reality as you walk down the street. You didn’t have a destination in sight. All you knew is that you needed to breathe. You couldn’t though.

Your mind still raced with unanswered questions and the hurt of knowing that he wasn’t faithful. You didn’t think you’d get over what happened not knowing those answers.

Eventually you found yourself in front of his door. It looked like any normal house, no fancy decorations, no extravagant markings. Just a regular house that held some memories inside. You weren’t sure if you wanted to relive those memories. Hesitantly you raise your hand to the door deciding on whether or not to knock. To find out why. To know if he was in pain also or not.

Standing there for what felt like ages you drop your hand and turn away from the door. Walking towards the street you are stopped by the door opening and a voice calling you. “Do I know you?” She asks you.

You turn to see the girl Jungkook had cheated on. You didn’t know how she would react or if she still remembered your face.

Clearing the frog from your throat you say, “We haven’t really been introduced. I’m Y/N.” You see pain flash across her face as you say your name. Pain that surely reflects your own. The hurt and betrayal. “I just came because I wanted some answers”, you continue and look away from her face guiltily.

“He cheated on me with you”, she states. “You didn’t know did you?”

“No”, you let a huge breath out. “I’m so sorry.”

“He’s gone. I’m sorry too”, she says. “I’m Nathalie.”

You nod and stand there not knowing what to do now.

“He said that he was going to break it off and leave anyways”, you hear her say. “He was going to leave me………. I don’t blame you, you know. I would take him back though, if I were you.”

“I wasn’t planning on it”, you tell her honestly. “Thank you for telling me. I wish you the best and I’m sorry.”

“I wish you the same. Goodbye”, she says as she gives you a sad smile and disappears inside the house.

You turn your back towards the house and memories and walk away. The farther away you walked the easier it was to breathe. You took in deep breaths after deep breaths.

“Y/N?”, a voice calls you and freezes you in place. Turning you see Jungkook. His warm chocolate brown eyes meet yours and for a second you loose yourself in them once again. Blinking you look at them again and they were just brown, no longer an illusion of something special.

“What do you want?” Your voice sounded harsher than you meant.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was going to end it with Nathalie, I swear”, he starts and opens his mouth again but you cut him off.

“You’re not worth my time to dwell on”, you state simply and take another look at him. How your mind had played a trick on you. Making him seem perfect all while cheating on you. His mouth shut with nothing else to say. Knowing that he had messed up and had lost you too. “I just wanted to know why.”

After a long pause he just answers with a “I don’t know.”

“Goodbye Jungkook”, you say and leave him standing there alone.

You didn’t get all the answers you wanted but enough to let you breathe and continue your life again.

Why do people cheat? What is their goal? To hurt people? Do they not care about the others that get hurt in the process?

Would you take the person back?

That last question you got your answer to. No you wouldn’t.

You pick up your phone and dial the number for your dance teacher. It rings twice before he picks up,

“Hey Y/N. Is everything alright. Are you going to continue class?”

“Yeah. I need a new partner though. Long story”, you tell him.

“No worries. I have someone that you are most likely to get along well with. Let me give you his number and you guys can talk.”

“Sounds great. What’s his name?”

“His name is Jimin.”

Forrest Green Forrest Blues

CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Castiel x Dean (High School AU)

Words: 2160

Warnings: Nothing really in this chapter. Just getting some groundwork done and meeting the characters.

Notes: This series is based from a bunch of Frank Ocean songs. I got major destiel feels after listening to him all week. So here we go, some destiel AU for your enjoyment. Pull out the tissue boxes.

Summary: Castiel Novak, Carver High’s nerd of the century, always sits at the top of the bleachers when he best friend drags him to games.  He could care less about what the score is because his entire focus is on the feeling of the cigarette between his lips. His only pull to the field is when Dean Winchester, the popular quarterback graces the game with his presence. This is their last year before graduation and everything is about to change.

Ch. 2 Ch.3

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Originally posted by anastasiapanda

Senior year for Castiel had begun and the hallway walls were plastered with student painted banners advertising the homecoming football game. The blue-eyed kid couldn’t wait for the year to be over. He wanted to get out of the dreadfully small town he grew up in and move to California where his sister now lived. He knew life had so much more to offer than stingy diners and suburban neighborhoods where everyone knew everyone else’s business. The biggest news to hit the town this month was that Mrs. Mills’ cat was saved from the old oak tree. What a joke.

Castiel walked mindlessly down the south wing with his best friend Charlie while she rambled on about her new classes and how she was planning to hack one of the teacher’s lesson plans.

“It will be the biggest laugh of the year if I get Mr. Singer to show the class that video within the first week,” laughed Charlie. She saw that Castiel was staring off into the distance, not paying attention to a word she just said. “Hello? Earth to Cas… It’d be funny, right?” She waved her hand in front of Cas’ face to bring him back to reality.

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redheadronan  asked:

Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 am? With Michael please?

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?” – ridiculous sentence prompts!

You lurch up, duvet pooling down around your waist. It’s dark in your room and you’re blindly fumbling for the sleek iPhone on your bedside table. You end up slamming your elbow on the corner before you find it, cursing as you slide the bar at the bottom and answer the call. “Die.” 

Babe.

Oh, it’s Michael. “Die twice.”

Baaaaaabe.” He drawls, sounding way too awake and way too excited. In the recess of your mind, you’re wondering the time. You brace yourself, knowing you’re going to end up crabby and enraged when your eyes land on the alarm clock. 

Oh, you are. “Michael it’s two in the morning!” You huff, slumping back down onto your pillows, phone cradled against your head. “You know what normal people do at two in the morning? Sleep.” You’re not really mad at him–could probably never be made at him. He’s Michael and you’re sure this call is probably something to do with whatever nonsense he’s getting up to. 

You realize you’re not paying attention and tune back into the rambling nonsense falling from your boyfriend’s mouth. “…and anyway I had a dream and now I need chloroform.

You blink. Once, twice, three times. How are you supposed to proceed? “…Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 am? And where did you expect to even get any?” 

Were you not listening to me?!” Michael has the audacity to be upset, like it’s not the butt-crack of dawn and your bed is very warm and comfortable. “Babe! C’mon!”

“Michael,” You sigh, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Why do you need chloroform?” You have to ask again, wondering where he’s even going with this. 

For science!

“Mike, you haven’t taken a science class in years.” With a start, you realize he didn’t just call you to tell you his crazy plan. “And I am not using my chemistry storage key to get you concentrated chloroform! Keep dreaming there, bucko.”

He gasps, outraged that you won’t even consider it. “You’re supposed to be my partner in crime. Where’s the trust? Where’s the undying love and dedication between us?”

The snort that leaves you is loud, “It died when you wanted to get me fired from my TA job, you nut.”

It’s almost like you see his pout over the phone, his whine no doubt punctuated by it. “Love is dead.” 

“Just like your half-baked science experiment. Go to sleep, loser. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Potion Emotions

A one-shot where y/n is from Mexico (and moved to Britain so it makes some sense why they go to Hogwarts) and she gets teased by the Slytherin because she has a very heavy Spanish accent and Harry takes a liking to her and defends her a little, then maybe some fluff. •~•

Warnings: Sadism,  Bullying, Abuse

A/N: All characters from the potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling 

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“Could you pass me some of the Valerian roots?” you asked your partner. Well, “partner.” It was far from a proper partnership, as you were doing all the work.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t understand you,” your partner replied in a gruff voice. “Maybe if you say it in English, I’ll get you what you need.” Your partner had been making snide remarks under his breath throughout the class, but this one you understood clearly. Rather than acknowledge the remark you simply rephrased the question,

“Can you please hand me the Valerian roots?”

“Maybe when you learn to talk English I will. Why are you even here if no one can understand you?” Rolling your eyes, you walked over to the other side of the table to grab the roots when you felt a rough arm grab your wrist. “If you can’t speak English, I’m not going to let you practice magic.”

“What are you doing?” you struggled to break free but his grip on your wrist was tightening. You wanted to cry out for Slughorn but you feared it would make matters worse.

“I’m going to burn your hands of course. That way you’ll never do magic,” your partner cackled. “Don’t you dare make a sound or, so help me, I’ll take more than just your hands.” You felt a wand digging into your stomach now. You looked around pleadingly but everyone was absorbed in their potions. When your eyes landed on Slytherins, they looked up and smiled evilly at you. Were they all in on this? You started to hyperventilate; you were nothing without your hands. Magic was a part of you; you couldn’t live without it.

“Hey, leave her alone,” a voice called from the distance. It was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

“Why should I Potter?” your partner sneered. “She’s nothing.”

“You’re nothing but a bully,” Harry glare. “You’re pathetic for picking on someone just because they’re different than you. Can’t you see that she’s going to help you ace this Liquid Death potion that you obviously would’ve failed? She’s been nothing but kind to you and you’re treating her horribly. You’re the one who doesn’t deserve to use magic.” Harry pried your partner’s hands off yours and led you to his potion area.

“Thank you Harry,” you looked down. “ You didn’t have to do that.” Harry smiled at you,

“Believe me Y/N, I had to. He would’ve ruined your hands. Besides, it gave me an excuse to talk to you.” You raised an eyebrow

“You wanted to talk to me?” Harry nodded, the smile still present on his face.

“It’s nice to have a new face around here, especially someone as pretty as you,” Harry blushed. You laughed nervously and looked away,

“Your ingredients are all prepared wrong Harry.”

“Not according to the notes in my book. I follow this book and I haven’t failed at making a potion with it yet,” Harry winked. “I can let you borrow it if you want to read it.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it Harry,” you teased. “Now let me help you finish up this potion.” Harry nodded enthusiastically and you began helping him with ingredient, happy to have met your new friend.  

Young Sirius Black Imagine - High and Mighty

Would you make a young sirius imagine where they have a love hate relationship along with the rest of the marauders but more so with sirius and then they get in a really big fight and end up confessing in their anger and just make it really cute and fluffy please? Thank you, I love your writing it is adorable and I don’t know how long I’ve been on your blog today reading these imagines but I love them and your blog :) - requested by anon

I’m so glad you enjoy the imagines!  Haha for some reason I’ve been really feeling marauders stuff now so thanks for requesting!  Hope you like it!

     Potions class was just about the most boring thing on the face of the earth.  But it only got worse when I was assigned Sirius Black as my partner.

     Where do I even start with Sirius?  Sure, he’s cute - I mean, he has that whole bad-boy-long-hair-too-cool-for-school thing going on.  He can also be really funny.  But Sirius never does his work and so I can’t stand him.  He is way too loud and obnoxious and generally is very annoying.

     “Hey, y/l/n,” said Sirius with a wink, moving his stuff to my table.  “Are you excited?”

     “Excited for what?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

     “To have me as your partner, of course,” he replied with a smirk.

     I just ignored him and got the ingredients from the Potions cabinet.  We were making amortentia, which not only creates the smell of whatever you loved the most, but also is the most powerful Love Potion in existence.

     What a fun potion to make with someone you can’t stand, right?

     I got back to the table with the materials to find Sirius goofing off with his friend, James Potter.  I could already tell that this was going to be a huge disaster.

     “So, what’s first, y/l/n?“

     I gritted my teeth.  “I have a name, you know.  And you have a potions book that has the instructions, same as mine.”

     Now it was Sirius’ turn to roll his eyes.  “You’re no fun.”

     “Can you chop up the dandelion root?  I’ll start boiling the acromantula venom.”

     Sirius, for once, did what I wanted without arguing.  It would have been perfect, except for the fact that he failed miserably at cutting the root.

     “Try sawing, not stabbing,” I said after glancing over my shoulder and seeing the mess he was making.

     “’Try sawing, not stabbing,’“ Sirius mocked, ”Why don’t you do it, if I’m such a failure?”

     I just ignored him and mixed in the powdered unicorn horn.  “Once you’re done with that, can you add the doxy egg?  I forgot to get the bat blood out of the cabinet.“

     As soon as I had stepped out of sight of our table, I heard a huge explosion.  I rushed back in to the classroom, expecting to see James Potter covered in some dreadful mixture (let’s face it, he was horrible at Potions), but instead, I found Sirius Black dripping in purple goo and my cauldron in pieces on the floor around him.

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     Fifteen minutes of scolding later, both Sirius and I found ourselves in the hallway.  I couldn’t believe the professor had actually kicked us out!  And now I had to write an essay with Sirius!

     “y/n,” Sirius started, “I’m sorry.”

     “Yeah, whatever,” I snapped.  “Let’s go to the library.  Thanks to you, we have an essay to write.”

     He glared at me and I knew that I had been too harsh.  I mean, he had at least been trying.  But it was too late.  Sirius responded furiously, “It wasn’t all my fault!  You should know by now that I’m terrible at Potions!  That’s why we were assigned as partners - so you could help me!  But I guess you’re too high and mighty to do that!”

     Ouch.  That hurt.  Sirius Black thought I was high and mighty?  “Excuse me?  I’m high and mighty?  You’re the one who never pays attention in class and won’t ask for help, no matter how much you need it!  You don’t even try!”

     “What?” asked Sirius, whose face had drained of color.  “What did you say?”

     I turned to face him.  “You don’t even try.”

     “I try,” he said angrily, “I try much harder than you.  But you don’t even need to try.  You’re already perfect.”  His voice was full of venom.  “You’re smart, and everyone likes you, and you don’t have to work for anything.  I can’t believe that I would ever fall for you.”

     What?  I froze.

     “I can’t believe I still can’t make myself see how awful you are.”

     He turned around and started to walk away, when I called, “Sirius?”

     He glared back at me.  “What?”

    “You like me?”

    “It doesn’t matter.” Sirius began to walk away again, but before he could leave, I told him the truth.  The truth that I hadn’t let myself admit for the five years that I had known him.

    “I like you too.”

    He stopped moving for long enough that I could catch up with him.  I pulled him to face me, and without even thinking about it, I pulled Sirius in for a kiss.

    It was perfect.

    When we finally separated, he looked me in the eyes, took my hands, and asked, “y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

    I couldn’t say yes fast enough.

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Part 1

A month later, you avoided Jeonghan at all costs and ignored his pleads to come back. 

You were walking down the hall, glaring at the floor as your head was down, you walked past Jeonghan and his friends quickly, ignoring him calling your name. You frowned and shot him a glare before running into the crowded cafeteria. 

Jeonghan slowed down and sighed helplessly, staring at the doors to the cafeteria sadly. He kicked the lockers next to him and muttered, “why didn’t you tell me what I really did to you?” 

He wanted to talk to you– about the real reason that you dumped him, and what he did wrong and how he could make it up to you if he had the chance. But that’s not all he wanted to do. He wanted you back with him. He wanted to hug you and kiss you, and feel happiness. Real happiness and not the forced smiles and laughs he let in front of the school.

You glanced behind you and sighed in relief when you didn’t see Jeonghan. You slowed down and panted slightly, jumping a bit in surprise when you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

Thinking it was Jeonghan, you immediately stood up and shoved the hand away. Hearing a shocked, “oh!”, you looked up and blinked before you blushed slightly in embarrassment. 

“A-Ah, I’m so sorry,” you apologized to the boy who held the hand that was shoved with the other, staring at you with a shocked expression. 

You immediately recognized him. The Chinese transfer student. He was in your Math class. He was your desk partner and he always asked what some phrases meant in a more… simple way. Or if you could, translate in Mandarin since you knew a little due to the classes you used to take that your parents forced you to go to. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at you worriedly, “why were you running?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. What’re you doing here–” you stopped yourself because you thought you sounded dumb. Why would people be in a cafeteria? Right. To get food.

The boy, Jun, smiled, “actually, I was looking for you. I need help because I don’t understand anything– the words and the math,” he sheepishly spoke, “you’re the only person I knew that can explain things well so I could understand it.” 

You blinked before nodding, “uh, yeah, sure, let’s go somewhere less crowded.” 

Jun grinned and nodded, fixing his bag on his broad shoulder and following you out of the cafeteria. 

You looked in the empty classrooms and decided to go into one. You entered the classroom and Jun closed the door behind him, immediately taking out his binder. 

Then you shivered, making Jun look at you, blinking before taking off his sweater. You watched him and blushed in embarrassment when he started to help put the sweater on you and zip it up. Since he was tall, the sweater almost went down to your knees. He ruffled your hair and grinned. 

“Okay, it won’t take long, I promise!” Jun grinned wider, making you chuckle. 

You both sat down and you started to try and translate the math to him, explaining the word problems to him as he started writing in his notebook. 

Outside of the classroom, Seungcheol, Jeonghan’s friend, saw you walk in the classroom with Jun. He raised his brows and looked over, seeing Jeonghan with the two bottles of cola, tossing one to him. 

“Hey, what’s with you and Y/N? Why have you been so… excited over her?” Seungcheol asked, gulping the cola down. 

Jeonghan silently cursed and stared at his bottle, frowning, “uh… well… she interests me.” 

The older male raised his brows, “interests you?” 

Jeonghan drank his cola before sighing loudly, “I like her, okay? Now shut up,” Jeonghan muttered, his mood getting even worse when he thought about your glare.

“Oh. Really? Well, I just saw her.” 

Jeonghan’s ears immediately perked up as his eyes glowed, “where? When?” 

“Just now.” 

Jeonghan frowned, “where?!” 

Seungcheol cocked his head over to the classroom at the end of the hallway. Almost immediately, Jeonghan started running.

“You are the best!” Jun kept ruffling you hair, “thanks so much!” 

You blushed hard and hissed, slapping his hands away, making him laugh. Before you could register it, you were pulled into a tight, friendly hug. 

You blushed hard and whined, “let go!” 

He laughed and hugged you tighter, “thanks so much!” 

Jeonghan, outside of the classroom, stopped and frowned when he heard a male voice in the classroom. Was Seungcheol kidding when he said he saw you in this classroom? 

You rolled your eyes and pushed him off, watching as he just grinned cheekily. You sat on top of a desk and started putting things in his bag for him.

“You’re welcome, Wen Jun Hui.” 

Jun just nodded and noticed his sweater on you, “oh yeah! Almost forgot!” 

When Jeonghan heard your voice, he immediately barged in, freezing immediately when he saw you and the unknown boy. 

You froze and looked over at him. 

Your hair was messy due to Jun’s hands ruffling your hair and your face was still red from embarrassment. And to top it off, Jun was in the middle of unzipping his sweater that you were wearing. 

Jun looked over and gave him a lopsided smirk, “and who’s this?” 

Jeonghan stared at you and gulped before walking closer and shoving Jun to the floor. The poor Chinese boy, who was not expecting it, fell easily as he groaned and furrowed his brows. You gasped and tried to go over and help him but was stopped when Jeonghan gripped your wrist and pulled you away. 

“Let go!” 

You struggled against his strong grip and was pulled out of the classroom. Jeonghan pushed you against the wall next to the door and panted, staring at you with angry eyes. 

“Are you sleeping with him?!” 

You glared and tried to push him, “leave me alone, Jeonghan!” 

“How can I?!” Jeonghan suddenly shouted, making you flinch and stare at him. 

“How can I when I’m in love with you?” Jeonghan whispered helplessly. You stared at him and noticed, under the lighting, that his dark circles were clearly showing under… makeup? Of course makeup was used. He had to look perfect for everybody– including other girls.

You stared at him with blank eyes, “liar.” 

“How am I lying?! Look, Y/N– just… please.. just tell me why you broke up with me. Please… just tell me what I did wrong.” 

You sighed and shook your head, trying to push him away again. He stared at you in hurt but refused to let you go. 

You weakly punched his chest before tears suddenly welled up in your eyes, “please, just let me go…” 

Jeonghan shook his head, “no. No– just please… please just tell me–” 

“You cheated on me,” you stared into his eyes, “You’re always with other girls and don’t think I would ever not notice–” 

“I never cheated on you,” Jeonghan cut you off, “I never did– ever.” 

“Liar,” you whispered, “you’re such a liar!” 

“I’m not lying! How can I cheat on you when I am in love with you? That’s so stupid, Y/N!” 

You sniffed and shook your head, “no… No you don’t! You kissed other girls and I bet you were with other girls when you weren’t with me–” 

“Don’t talk about me like this, Y/N. I’m not like this,” he whispered, staring at you with a broken expression, “I’ll never do that to you.” 

You stared at him before tears rolled down your cheeks, “how can I believe you when girls are around you all the time? And you touching them in front of me?” 

He softened and pressed his forehead against yours, “Y/N, I never touched them like how I touched you. I don’t touch them like I love them. Yes, I admit, I do sometimes pat their shoulder or something– but it’s just a friendly gesture,Y/N. They ask me to do it or something even further– but the farthest I’ve done was pat their head, nothing else.” 

Of course he couldn’t deny them. He was too nice. 

 You looked down but he tilted your chin and stared into your eyes, “I love you so much, Y/N, please… I never cheated on you, I would never cheat on you.” 

You opened your mouth slightly, but was stopped when he continued to talk. 

“And I wanted to keep our relationship a secret because I wanted to protect your image.” 

You stared at him in confusion. 

“I mean, wouldn’t you look bad if you were going out with the old me? The me who partied every night and ditched class?” 

You stared at him. 

“I wanted to make myself look better– more kind and less… bad. I wanted to make myself look worthy to be next to you, the kind and angelic girl that is known by everybody,” Jeonghan whispered, his eyes getting slightly teary, “I don’t want you to be called any names that you aren’t and–” 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him, tears rapidly falling down from your face and hitting his shoulder. You slowly felt his arms around your waist and once again, you were in a warm, loving embrace. 

You hugged him tighter and whispered, “thank you, Jeonghan.” 

“Why are you thanking me?” He slowly pulled away, looking at you as he cupped your cheek with his hand, “I should be thanking you for the best 6 months in my life.” 

You stared at him and slightly smiled, shaking your head. 

He looked at you softly and sniffed slightly, making you a bit shocked. He saw your shocked face before a soft chuckle escaped his lips, him slightly dabbing his eyes with his sleeve. 

“Sorry, I just… I just missed you so much,” his voice slightly cracked. 

You softened and pulled him back into a hug, which he returned, his arms firmly around you as he whispered, “thank you…” 



my mind blanked out so if anything doesnt make sense or something lOL BLAME ME MULTITASKING AND STUFF BYE SORRY FOR SHITTY ENDING

Art Majors AUs
  • I got ink on my face and you insist on cleaning it off for me. Our faces are really close right now and I just realized two things: you’re really pretty and I’m really gay. How much longer til you get the ink off and you get out of my personal space so I can stop thinking about kissing you?
  • The nude model for class today is the girl I hooked up with at that party last night. You can still see all the hickeys I gave her all over her body. 
  • We’re working on linear perspective. I keep hearing metal clanking together and it’s really distracting. I look over and see the two of you having a sword fight with the metal yard sticks.
  • My S/O and I just broke up. Turns out they’re the nude model for class today. Well this is awkward.
  • Technically is an open studio, but I’m the only one here, so I’m listening to some pretty embarrassing music through the computer speakers and singing/dancing while I work. I turn around and see you standing in the doorway. Oh god, how long were you there and how much did you see?
  • ALTERNATIVELY, I was going to go to this almost empty open studio to work, but I saw you singing/dancing while you paint. Instead of actually joining the studio, I just stand in the doorway and watch you because you’re really cute when you’re so passionate like that.
  • hooking up in the darkroom
  • There’s these woods by our school and we took a small class field trip there to work on landscapes. Instead of staying in the meadow with the rest of the class, you insist that we need a more interesting view and we go wandering around the woods. We are now lost, and your phone is dead and mine is about to die. How the hell are we going to get back to the class?
  • hooking up in the empty open studio
  • I’m short and you have a habit of always blocking my view. The teacher is giving a really important demonstration for an upcoming project. I swear if you stand in front of me for this demonstration, I will fight you.
  • There’s this huge hill we have to climb to get from the parking lot to the art building, and since I’m basically carrying my weight in art supplies, climbing that hill is literal death. You just took my art box from me and climbed up the hill like it’s nothing. What are you? Hercules?
  • So we’re good friends but also fuck buddies, why didn’t you tell me that you started modeling for extra cash? Turns out you’re the nude model for my class today. Every pose you do, you make eye contact with me and send me a sultry look. I’m trying really hard to not pop a boner right now. During your break when you get to stretch out and relax in your robe between longer poses, you walk over to me and start whispering all the dirty things you want me to do to you later. Now I’m really turned on and am now spending the rest of the class trying to hide my boner. As soon as the class is over, we are definitely going to fuck.
  • I really need to get this project done but it takes two people to do and my partner kind of just vanished on me. I know that your art history class is starting soon but since we both know you were probably going to skip that class anyway, will you please stay and help me?
  • I accidentally tripped over you. Why are you sleeping on the floor in the middle of the darkroom? 
  • There’s this really boring four hour documentary that we watched in its entirety in my first class this morning. I get to my second class and guess what we’re watching? That same documentary again. Let’s just sit in the back and pass notes instead of actually watching it. Since I already watch the documentary in my other class, I can fill you in on all the main points if we have to discuss the video later.
  • We’re out working on landscapes but no one bothered to check the weather before we went outside. It’s now down-pouring and we’re scrambling for shelter. Oh god, save the sketchbooks!
  • Midterm critiques are fucking brutal. I found you crying in the back of the darkroom after the critiques. Come on, there’s a nice little coffee shop not too far from campus. Let’s go get some food and badmouth the teacher until you feel better 
Martial Arts Thing

•Idea: Gabriel hiring Master Fu to teach Adrien kung fu after Adrien mentions wanting to learn another self-defense besides karate and Master Fu screwing with him making all this pointed comments like ‘you are not used to fighting alone yes?’ and Adrien freaking out the whole time that this random old guy will be the one to unmask him.

•Then Ladybug notices how much better Chat is getting and decides she should learn too, and when she mentions off hand in class about lessons Adrien says she should come learn with him because he needs a sparring partner.

•So now both of them are getting teased and freaking out about blowing it and wtf why do they fight so well together and why do they always know what the other one is going to do and why is Marinette so interested in learning bo staff?

•And Master Fu is a sneaky matchmaker and makes Adrien teach her and the entire time they’re pretty much freaking out.

Anyone can do this.

For ten years, I was fiercely loyal to an improv theater system that, by design, was never going to be loyal to me.

I invested my entire self-interest and emotional well-being in doing right by the theater, and in finding success on their terms. I believed that I was part of a community. What was good for the Magnet would ultimately be good for me, if I would only just be patient.

I gave the best years of my life to a theater, instead of giving them to myself.

Here’s why.

When you first fall in love with improv, it’s a truly beautiful thing. Those first feelings of true discovery, of completely surprising yourself with your actions and your words coming out before you have the chance to consider them, of putting your complete trust in your scene partner, my gosh, there’s absolutely nothing in this world like it. It’s like accessing a part of your brain you didn’t know existed. You know this feeling, too, it’s something akin to, “I want to do nothing but this for the rest of my life.” It is why we’re all here. Improv is magic.

Improv is unique as an art form, because, honestly, you only need to be alive in order to do it.  And that’s how it’s sold, too. In free drop-in classes, that’s the sales pitch: “Anyone can do this!” You believe it, because it’s absolutely true. You sign up for a Level One, you take it, and you’re hooked. You sign up for another class, then another, then another. Somewhere around your third or fourth class, the message changes from “Anyone can do this” to “Anyone can do this, but not you.” And you believe that, too. They’ve been right so far. They’re probably right about me.

The longer you stay in the system, the more limited you feel. You start off in Level One feeling like you can do anything, and you wind up in higher level classes feeling like you can’t do anything right.  But you’ve already given this so much time, and so much money, you’re in too deep, and the non-improv part of your brain that craves the ladder of success starts to kick in. You keep trying, surely if you just keep working at this, if you just want it badly enough, they will want you. Maybe you apply to higher level classes and you don’t get in. Maybe you ascend to the final level and you don’t make a team. Maybe you do make a team, but once it’s gone, you never get back on, no matter how hard you try or how much you want it. Maybe you get to be on a bunch of teams, but when you bring them the project you’re really excited about, they don’t want it. “But not you” can also look like “You, but we decide how.”

By the time this happens, whenever it comes, you have given so much of yourself to this place that you don’t know where the theater ends and you begin anymore. That’s because, at some point, a switch happened without you realizing it. At some point, you stopped declaring your love for improv, and started declaring your love for the place you were doing it.

This switch is a curious thing. In a way, I suppose it makes sense: improv is ephemeral, humans have an inherent discomfort with ephemera and the undefined, they need to draw lines, to put things in a box, to transform the abstract into the concrete. People also have an inherent need to belong to something greater than themselves. The types of people who fall so deeply in love with improv are also, not coincidentally, generally the sorts of people who have struggled with belonging at various points in their lives. I know because I was one of them. These theater allegiances become a point of pride for people, a badge of honor that one can wear as a mark of self-definition. It is no longer, “I’m Kelly Buttermore, and I’m an improviser.” It is instead, “I’m Kelly Buttermore. I do improv at the Magnet.”

And that’s what I said, for a very long time. Listen, I moved to New York when I was 22 because I wanted to write for Saturday Night Live, that’s why I started taking improv classes at the UCB. Yes, I *did* fall in love with improv, and it did change my life and alter its course, inarguably for the better. I came to the Magnet from the UCB because it felt like a place where I might belong, where I might fit. And for a while, it surely was that place. What I didn’t realize at the time was that by putting my deep-seeded need for acceptance and belonging above my own personal ambitions, I was essentially putting down a security deposit on a life and a career that I would rent but could never hope to own.  

And that’s the bait, and the hook. That’s how they got me, and that’s how they kept me. By believing that I was a member of a community, by feeling like I belonged, I believed that I had a stake in the theater’s success. I felt proud that I had been there since the beginning, as if I had gotten in on the ground floor, as if that meant something greater. Surely, as one of the theater’s initial stakeholders, when this place broke through, went public, if you will, I would be one of the first to reap the benefit. I felt assured that, although there were moves and decisions made that I strongly disagreed with, that if I simply waited it out, if I was patient and loyal, that patience and loyalty would eventually be rewarded. Meanwhile, the goals that had brought me here receded farther and farther into the background. I never put together that sketch packet, for example. What was the point? What I had at the theater sure felt a lot like success. But what had I really done, for all those years? I’d sacrificed my own ambitions - ambitions that were strong enough to make me move to New York - to carry out someone else’s vision. I told myself that the place had made an investment in me, and I owed it to the theater to stay. I went to work (literally) for the Magnet, when, the entire time, I had a million dollar idea in my very own pocket.

That million-dollar idea was From Justin to Kelly. And you know what’s crazy? I begged the theater to take it away from me, to put their stamp of approval on it. We both did. And it was only when they didn’t, when they let us get to a certain point but no further, that I realized what I really had and why they didn’t want it: I had something that was inarguably, undeniably mine. They wanted something that was theirs, that could sell classes.

We spent months trying to get them to realize that what we were building was beautiful, different and special, that it had rekindled a love for the art form that had brought us here in the first place. That what we were creating was not only the best improv, but actual theater. “Why doesn’t this improv theater seem to care that we’re doing really good improv?” we said to ourselves. It’s because they didn’t create it. And, because they had said to Justin, “Anyone can do this, but not you.” And they had said to me, “You can do this, but we decide how.”

Gratitude, patience and loyalty. All fine qualities for a person to have. In this particular context, they were qualities that gave all the power to someone else, not to myself; to a system that, by design, needs to make you think you’re not good enough. If you inherently believe that you’re not good enough, you will keep spending money to take classes. And you will be patient. And you will perform for free. And you will feel grateful for the opportunity to do so.

Loyalty to a system can only take you so far when that system is never truly yours, and never was to begin with. I say all of this without bitterness, and without apology. I had to give myself over to this system to realize that I didn’t need it, to realize that I could be strong outside of it. I also have people in my life that are the reason I came to this realization. Without them, I would still be there. I probably would have stayed another ten years. I would say that I am lucky to have somewhere to go, and I am, but more than that, I created my own opportunities. From Justin to Kelly doesn’t need to belong to any theater, because it belongs to us.  

I also do not want to lie to you. I really wish I were 28 right now and not 34.  In prioritizing my own comfort, I lost a lot of time that I cannot get back. All I can do now is make every moment matter.  Since I started doing that, it changed everything for me. You know what it feels a lot like? Improv.

Why do so many advanced-level improvisers long for the halcyon days of Level One? Because that’s where we learned everything we ever needed to know. Listen. React. Agree. That’s all that ever mattered. Improv is inherently, deeply beautiful and powerful. Being part of a system can make you feel like that isn’t enough in and of itself. It is enough. Trust me. If you don’t believe me now, keep reading this blog, and maybe you will.

Anyone can do this. Especially you.

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you will know anything about this and I'm sorry for wasting your time if you don't but I am going away to college and I'm torn between a desktop computer and a laptop. I've seen suggestions to get both but I'm not exactly rolling in money. do you have any insight into what I should get?

It’s up to you, but personally, I don’t think “both” is the correct answer. Very few college students have the money for that nonsense and it’s best to keep all of your files in one place. What I would suggest is to think about what kinds of things you’ll be using your computer for while you’re away at school. Do you want your computer in class to take notes? Do you plan on meeting up with study partners anywhere but in your dorm room? If so, you’re going to want a laptop.

If you need something with a little more power and space, a desktop might be best for you. 

Personally, I think laptops are the much better option for college students, because you are expected to have some level of flexibility and mobility. But a lot of that depends on your specific situation and which school you will be attending. Maybe your school doesn’t have wifi (why are you going to this school?) and would need to be tethered to the wall anyway. Maybe your professors don’t allow technology of any kind in the classroom.

It all comes down to you and your situation, which is what you need to consider. What kinds of things will you need a computer for, in and outside of the classroom? Make a list of what you use it for now and what you expect will be required, then match that up to the kind of computer you want to buy. (Also, check to see if your school offers any kind of technology scholarships to cover or supplement the cost of a computer)