#so i was in this classroom for past month and it was not mine and my kids but i had to be there bc of some conditions bc of covid

[sstrwbrryccke]

—bullying him pt.2 | sub choi soobin

part 1 | part 3

tags: bully reader x nerd soobin, gn reader, mean reader, sadistic reader, somewhat possessive reader, one-sided crush but not really (reader has feelings too but doesn’t admit it), public humiliation, public orgasms, dubcon, oral (soob.receiving), vibrator (soob.receiving), unhealthy relationship, heavy exhibitionism, kind of cute at the end?

its a few weeks or maybe months into this weird relationship you two established. or more accurately, you pulling him around and him being at your every beck and call. maybe your relationship with him was a secret, but how downbad he is for you wasn’t. it was real obvious how he looked at you in class, only to look down when you made eye contact with him. a pretty pink blush dusting his cheeks. look at him, getting his hope up and everything. when you call him to your desk during lunch break, he couldn’t help his eagerness, walking past your friends and glancing at you through his bangs. it’s pathetic, really, how excited he gets when you give him attention.

“what… what did you need?” he repeated, barely able to keep himself in check. probably used up all his courage just to choke out those words. your friends stare at the two of you, some holding back their laughter while others were glaring at him. he shrivel under their judging gazes, his tall figure and head slightly slumped as if he was trying to make himself appear smaller. which was impossible, considering how tall he was.

you smile at him, and he lights up a little. “yeah, can you get me a drink at the vending machine?”

he dissipates visibly, a small frown on his plump lips before he nods— you would almost feel bad for him if it weren’t for how cute he looked while sad. he quickly rushed out of the classroom, probably to get away from your friend’s snickering.

soobin’s attraction was no secret even to you. but could you really blame him? just a few days ago, you discovered something shocking (or maybe it was already obvious), not only was soobin a friendless loser (to his own admission), but he also had the biggest, fattest crush on you ever since the start of high school. when he told you, you couldn’t help but grin, this was a gold mine. from then on, it was just so much easier to play with him.

you were slapped out your daze by your friends, they were patting your back while laughing.

“holy shit, you made him your errand boy?” one joked, but you felt a slight rising irritation at their sudden attention towards soobin. it was irrational, seriously, because you really had no problem with it before.

“woah, why the glaring.” another just jested, and you rolled your eyes, packing up your lunch.

“i mean, i would kill for an errand boy. bet he’ll get down on his knees and—“

“shut up. with your face, he doesn’t need to be on his knees to gag” you snap, and perhaps you overreacted. but your friends shrugged it off as a joke, laughing and jabbing at the guy who got insulted

“damn they got you there.”

you put the final item into your bag before standing up and heading for the door.

“yo where you going?”

“rooftop.” you weren’t technically lying.

during school, outside of the classmate context, you pretend to not know him, it was more fun that way. you told him it was because you couldn’t associate with a loser like him, and he meekly nodded. (real reason? teasing him was fun).

it was easy to spot soobin at the vending machine, lamely contemplating which drink you would like the most. so concentrated that he didn’t even notice your figure approaching him until your strong grip was pulling him by the arm. he visibly flinches, wide eyes confused as he stumbles behind you.

“the— you— the drink”

“i wasn’t even thirsty.”

he seemed puzzled at this, but lets you manhandle his tall ass figure anyways (it never ceases to turn him on). you release his arm when you reach the rooftop. he takes a glance at his surroundings before looking back at you. suddenly awkward in his body again, he shifts from one foot to the other while fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“so uhm… what are we do—“

you roughly kiss him and he shuts up with a small startled noise. you push him harshly into the fence and he yelps into the kiss before having his senses dominated by your eager tongue, forcing into his mouth. he was frozen like always, closing his eyes desperately, pilant under your touch because he had no damn idea what he was doing. after a few seconds, his jittery hands push you off, because he physically couldn’t breathe anymore. he inhales shakily, lips wet with saliva and cheeks tinted red.

you hand lowers and begin to unbutton his shirt, feeling from his chest to his stomach. his skin was always so soft and satisfying to feel. (you once asked if he had a skincare routine and he nodded nervously, asking if you wanted to know) you slid your hand up to his nipple, pinching at one. he trembles at this, hands sweaty and he didn’t know where to place them so he just grips at your shoulders. your hand suddenly palms at his bulge and he jolts, a desperate breathy moan escaping his mouth

“it’s! it’s public! we’re— we’re in public!”

he manages to squeak out, eyes squeezed shut. you stop, a snarky expression on your face. you pull away fully, leaving him with his back flush against the fence. he whimpers softly when he felt your weight lift from his body, eyelids fluttering open to look at you.

“m’kay. i’ll just go then.”

you roll your eyes as you turn your heel.

“wait! wait! i’m sorry. im so sorry. please don’t leave me.”

a grin quirks the edges of your lips as you turn back towards him. hands on hips.

“thought you said we’re in public?”

“yes but… i…” he says between bated breathes, blush deepening.

“you still want me to touch you, don’t you? desperate slut.” you step closer to him, grin on your lips.

he gulps, head lowering until his bangs covered his eyes, but you could see the red tips of his ears. he nods slowly.

“good, then we’re doing it my way.”

you stride confidently to him and he shivers. your hand goes to his pants without hesitation, pulling everything down at once. making his rock hard cock slap against his abdomen, angrily red and leaking. you take it in your hands, pumping it a few times and he cries.

“shush. don’t come.”

you just warn, grasping the head of his cock, hard. his thighs tremble but he nods. you found out, while still in the beginning stages of this weird relationship, that soobin orgasms embarrassingly fast. i guess that’s what you get with a perverted virgin nerd who’s only frame of reference for sex is manga porn. but it wasn’t a bad thing really, you just liked seeing him desperately try to hold it in.

“don’t come until i say so, okay?” you repeat, harshly gripping at his cock again and he whimpers a yes.

without hesitation you kneel down, taking his length into your mouth in one go. you can hear his gasp, but you didn’t need to look up to know he was nervous, you could tell with how his calves and thighs shook. you were only teasing when you called him small earlier, because he was big, big enough to hit the back of your throat. you slowly began to move and he moans softly, so sensitive. he tasted sweaty and salty, but it wasn’t a bad scent. (you made sure he was cleaned up after all.)

you pull your mouth off just up till his tip, your tongue swirling around and digging into his slit while your hands pumped the rest of his length. he cries and thrashes, jittery hands coming up to grasp your hair. but you immediately slap him off, glaring up at him. you were in control, not him. you slide your mouth off his cock and he immediately starts apologising.

“i’m sorry! please don’t be mad, i didn’t mean to! i won’t touch you without permission i—i’m sorry, please don’t stop!”

“instead of worrying about your pathetically small dick, how about you worry about your loud ass moans?”

he quickly clasps his hands over his mouth, ears a bright red, eyes teary. you suck his dick into your warm mouth again and he sobs quietly. his moans came out breathy and squeaky, he’s never been a loud moaner, but it was extra hard to keep it down when his bully was literally going to town on his cock. you were enjoying him like he was a lollipop. your hand creeps up to his ass, one finger slipping into his hole, already loose from the morning. (he stayed over and you took him to school) he doubles over, gasping and squirming, thighs trembling, and you knew he was close before he even whispered it. he shakes his head violently, nearly drooling at the double stimulation— and just before his stomach spasms and he feels his sweet orgasm, you pull off. one hand firmly squeezing the base of his cock, denying his orgasm.

he cries out, eyes wide as he processes the situation. you stand, legs a little shaky due to kneeling for so long, a smile on your lips. when he realises you weren’t going to let him cum, he sobs, tears quick to come down. his bunny eyes glancing at you meekly as if asking why you stopped.

“oh soobin.” you tease, dropping his cock from your grip. “class is about to start soon, you wouldn’t want to ruin your perfect track record, do you?”

he looks at you in a silent fear at what you’re insinuating, but don’t worry, you were far meaner than that. you pull his pants further down, digging into your pocket and showing him the vibrating bullet you bought especially for him. more tears fall down and you just chuckle.

it didn’t take much for you to squeeze the bullet in. but he was squirming and whimpering the whole way through, shaking his head and looking at you so pitifully.

“you’re… you’re so mean.” his voice cracks, bottom lip trembling.

you wipe his tears with a smirk, pulling up his pants and buttoning his shirt, his hard-on uncomfortably pressing against the fabric.

“yet look who’s turned on.”

☆★☆

in class it wasn’t any better, he was clearly ruffled, his hair tousled, collar undone and eyes red from previously crying. one of his legs was shaking unrelentlessly as he sits down. wincing when he feels the chair press up against the vibrator.

he was hyperaware how each movement causes the bullet to shift. soobin tries his best to reduce the friction and calm his erection down, but oh boy were you mean. just when he thinks he’s got it handled, you prove him wrong.

because the moment the teacher walked in, the torment began. you would periodically turn on the vibrator, making him jolt in his seat and hit his knee against his desk. alerting everyone to him as he lowers his head in embarrassment, whispering lightly that he was fine when the teacher asked. he came immediately with the stimulation. it was even worse when he was given a question to answer, you were unrelenting, turning it on to the highest setting and making his thighs shake uncontrollably. it took all his willpower and more to not burst out crying and moaning in the middle of class.

“choi soobin? soobin? soobin?”

he jolts from his daze, fists clenching painfully hard, nails digging into his palm. the teacher has been trying to get his attention for the past minute. a few students around him whisper and he quivers. glancing back at you for a second, catching your smug look, hands in your pockets; before he faces back at the teacher.

“mr choi, are you okay?”

no, he was not alright. he had busted into his pants for the 3rd time now and you weren’t even going to give him a break!

“yep, perfectly okay.”

the teacher looks doubtful and god soobin just wishes she would stop talking. he really shouldn’t be thinking like this about his favourite teacher. but please shut up and stop asking already!

“are you sure? you’ve looked uneasy this entire lesson.” and he wanted to dig a hole in the ground to die in shame. he bites his lips hard and you turn down the vibration. is this salvation? are you being nice for once?

“i’m sur —ck.” he bit down on his words, because if he didn’t he would’ve moaned in front of everyone in class. you turned it to the highest, and he really just came in his pants in front of the teacher. he was so overstimulated, it hurt to come, his whole body clenched hard so he could keep his trembling down.

thinking quick on his feet, he covered his stumble with coughing. “i — i may be sick.” he stammers, never has he been a good liar, and you snicker at his cover-up. the teacher however seemed to believe him, no reason to doubt the obedient straight A student after all.

“you should rest when you get home.”

☆★☆

class ends officially with the bell. the teacher dismisses the students with a quick reminder of the homework, not as if anyone was listening. soobin somehow managed to last through the whole class. and thank god was it the last class of the day, otherwise he might really have died. he slumps over his desk in a big sigh of relief. he would pack his things and rush out the door as soon as possible, but— he was afraid to even stand up and move. he didn’t want to look down at his crotch, he knew he had thoroughly soiled his pants and it probably leaked onto the seat.

you waited with him, putting every item extra slow into your bag. when the teacher had left the room, telling you two to lock the classroom behind you. that’s when you moved.

you stand in front of him, dangling the vibrator remote in his face. he fiddles with his fingers, unsure on what to say. at least you seemed happy?

“let’s see the mess you made.”

you slide him with his chair away from his desk, exposing his spread legs and like he thought, his crotch was wet with come. it was a terrible (and arousing) sight, there was a huge wet patch on his crotch and a small puddle on the wooden chair. he has never come this much before and you never overstimulated him this much either. all of this and you didn’t even touch or embrace him! you were so so so mean to him, and he felt tears fall again, his bunny eyes looking up at you in humiliation.

he was just so cute, you couldn’t help it. you wiped his tears with your sleeve, cooing at him.

“soobin, are you embarrassed?”

he nodded, beginning to whine as he sobbed more. embarrassed is an understatement, he felt so degraded. but it turned him on so much. he was starting to think he was masochistic, or maybe that’s just how downbad he was for you.

“you were so obedient, you want a reward? what reward do you want?”

you wipe each tear as it falls out, gently cradling his face. he pondered for a second, shaking his head.

“i don’t know…”

you chuckle, pulling him up and his legs shakes, you put his face in the crook of your neck and hugged his waist. he slumps over you and you rub his back. damn. this was comfortable, he never thought his bully would give a single shit about his feelings and you never thought you would ever comfort him.

why did you even bother to comfort him? it didn’t mean you tolerated him or anything. he was just cute that’s why you let him hug you, telling him he did a good job in his ear. there was no reason behind it, like how there was no reason behind you walking him back to your house, hand in his hand. (only because he was too jittery and wouldn’t stop shaking)

“lets go on a date tomorrow.” you deadpan. nothing behind those words, nope, nothing at all. just a reward for his good behaviour.

he looks at you with stupidly cute hopeful eyes, ignoring the uncomfortable squench in-between his thighs.

“you promise?”

“promise. you big baby.”

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[leaentries]

Bad day

luke hughes x chubby!reader

a/n- hey y’all! so guess who’s not dead 😋 i’m so so sorry i’ve been so inactive this past month! i’ve been dealing with college starting back up and my new job. but now that i’m back to semi-normal schedule, im hoping to start posting more! so please don’t be afraid to send in any thoughts or requests you may have! also, im so sorry if this is shit, i didn’t really know where i was going when i started writing. i just wanted to get something out for y’all to read😭

p.s- gif is not mine, credits to the owner!!

some days truly never seemed to end.

even though it was only a wednesday, the bleakness of the sky and air ruined every seemingly good thing coming y/n’s way. her day started off great. waking up next to her boyfriend who gave her plenty of good morning sleepy kisses and “i love you’s.” luke even went the extra mile and warmed up her morning shower, paired with a fresh towel straight out of the dryer.

as she stepped into the shower, she felt confident that she was going to have a fantastic day. her classes were easy on wednesday and only lasted till early afternoon. although she knew that luke would be gone for practice by the time she returned home, she was excited to lounge around and be lazy for the day.

only, her day took a turn for the worst.

walking to her first class of the day, the coffee she held in her hand, that luke put so much effort into, somehow managed to slip from her grasp. the cup went tumbling into the pavement, leaving ugly light brown splotches in its wake. frustrated, she picked up the soaked cardboard.

y/n took a deep breath and quickly disposed of the cup, before continuing her journey to class. even though she felt bad for wasting the coffee, she was still set on having a great day. her class went by decently fast, ending when the professor decided to go on a tangent about his recent disk golf tournament.

on wednesdays she only had two classes, her next one being the longest. sitting down for her next lecture, she noticed the thigh portion of her jeans had begun to rip. y/n couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled her body. those were her favorite jeans and the store in which she bought them, had discontinued this style.

sighing, she placed her head down on her arms. she decided to close her eyes, since she got to class early anyways. what seemed to be a few seconds, quickly turned into her feeling a jab to her side. she lifted her head, eyes squinting due to the bright lights. she looked over to her desk partner. julie looked back with concerned eyes.

“dude, are you okay?”

puzzled, y/n replied, “yeah….why?”

“you just slept through the entire lecture. which, by the way, prof decided to assign some stupid essay on. he said it’s gonna be due friday.”

with wide eyes, y/n stared at the clock on the wall.

i slept through the whole thing?

hitting her like a train, she turned back to julie.

“wait wait wait. an essay? shit, i don’t even know what he talked about today.”

worry gripped her like a vice. how the hell was she ever gonna get an essay done about a lecture she didn’t even listen to? there goes her plan on being lazy for the rest of the day.

“don’t worry, i got you girl. i made sure to take some major notes for you.” julie handed y/n the purple notebook, “just make sure to bring it to class on friday.” with that, julie gathered her things and left the classroom.

still stuck on the fact that she slept through the entire lecture, y/n slowly began to pack up and make her way home. rushing to her car, she made the drive as fast as possible.

not to her surprise, she was greeted with an empty apartment. she would normally be a little sad at this, but she took it with grace. the quiet will give her time to go over julie’s notes and start her essay.

❥.

by the time luke found his way through the door, it was easily past six.

“angel?” luke called into the open apartment. “y/n?” he called again. when he still received no response he walked to their shared bedroom, only to find her hunched over a desk with headphones in her ears.

he walked up to stand behind her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and a kiss to the top of her head. her body jumped slightly, startled at the sudden touch.

“what the fuck, lukey?” she turned to him.

“awww, im sorry baby.” luke responded, chuckling slightly.

though his smile began to fall from his face when he saw the deep line of worry and distress around her eyebrows. luke felt his own furrow.

“what’s wrong, angel?” luke felt his own worry begin to set in. he could have sworn she was in a great mood this morning, recalling when she told him her plans for the day.

frustrated tears began to fill her eyes, “today has just utterly been shit. first, i spilt the coffee you spent so much time making me. then, i fell asleep durning my lecture and missed the entire thing. and to top it all off, my professor decided to assign an essay on said lecture. so now i’m having to bullshit this assignment, which means i’ll probably get a horrible grade.”

by the end of her rant, hot tears found their way from her eyes and down her cheeks. luke’s hands quickly reached to wipe them away.

“don’t cry, pretty girl. it’s okay.” luke said in a hushed voice. he swiveled the chair around, crouching to look up at her down casted face. he placed his hands on her plushy thighs, not failing to appreciate the warmth they radiated under his palms.

“hey, hey. look at me, y/n” at the sound of her name, she tilted her head up slightly, meeting his concerned filled eyes.

“you did nothing wrong. that coffee took me all of about 30 seconds to make and i can help you with your essay. i promise you, you are doing great, baby. you’ll do fine on this essay and it sounds to me like you needed the sleep anyways.” his hand reached to cradle her damp, round cheek.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i’m upset. it’s not like anything horrible happened. it-it’s just today was supposed to be so good. a-and,” a small sob cut through the air. taking a deep breath she continued, “and i’ve been doing this essay for the past 4 hours. i feel like i’m getting no where.”

luke’s heart hurt at the sight of his girlfriend so drained. it was a complete 180 from the cheerful attitude she had that morning. he slowly stood up, reaching over to close her laptop. she opened her mouth in protest, but was quickly cut off. “before you try and stop me, you need a break, sweetheart. you’ve made plenty of progress on your essay for today. come lay down with me. we can call in some take out and watch a movie.”

luke’s eyes gazed pleadingly into her own.

“but what if i can’t get it finished by tomorrow? it’s due at the beginning of class friday.” luke was fast to ease her worry, “i promise i will help you finish it tomorrow. i don’t have practice, so we can spend the whole day making this essay a+ material. now, go change and meet me in the living room.”

with a smile and another kiss to her head, luke walked out of the bedroom. attempting to brush off the last thoughts of her essay, y/n got up and walked to the closet. she grabbed a pair of sweats and one of luke’s big sweatshirts. putting it on reminded her of how thoughtful he is, always making sure to get them a size bigger so they’ll be extra oversized.

she smiled as the scent of his cologne filled her nose.

now completely changed, she walked out, only to be met with what seemed to be every blanket in the house set up on the couch. next to it laid plenty of her favorite snacks, along with her favorite drinks. with wide eyes, she turned to meet luke’s nervous form.

“w-what’s all this?” she gestured toward the couch. luke walked up to her, placing his hands on her full hips.

“i just wanted to do something for you, make your day a bit better. do you like it?” luke’s eyes were hopeful.

“of course, i love it.” she looked up at luke’s face, “thank you. for everything.” luke flashed his beaming grin.

“anything for you, angel,” he whispered. luke leaned down to press his lips into her soft ones. his hands pulled her hips to meet his, deepening the kiss. y/n found her own hands finding home in the curls on the nape of his neck. she gripped his hair, slightly pulling at the intensity. luke’s light groans filled the apartment.

forcing themselves apart, y/n placed her hands on luke’s shoulders as he tried to chase her lips. a whine escaped his throat, “whyyy? i want to kiss you.” a laugh bubbled out of her mouth, bringing a smile to luke’s face.

“as much as i would love to keep kissing you, i want to go lay down. and that movie isn’t going to watch itself.” with this, luke took liberty of going to lay across the couch first, opening his arms to welcome y/n into them. she didn’t hesitate to find comfort in his arms, laying her head on his chest.

luke grabbed one of the many blankets, covering them both. he placed his chin on the top of her head, grabbing the remote lying next to him.

“alright angel, what do you want to watch?”

#luke hughes x chubby!reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes headcanons #nhl x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #umich hockey x reader #luke hughes oneshot #luke hughes imagine #leawrites🍀

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Fight Me, Love Me, Save Me Pt. 1

This will fill the "It's mine, and you can't have it." square on my @jacklesversebingo card. The quote will be bolded.

Summary: A series in three parts exploring Y/N's and Dean's relationship from bickering children, to love and broken promises, to a plea for salvation.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. This part is mostly fluff, with a tiny bit of making out at the end. They are both 17 when they're making out, so technically underage, but barely - and they are the same age.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 4,398

A/N: So this series will fill the last three squares on my bingo card. This part covers "It's Mine, and you can't have it." Part two will cover Broken Promises, (Nov 12) and part three will be for the Isolated/Trapped square. (Nov 19)

I hope you enjoy!! If you do, please remember to like, reblog and/or comment. Means the world to us writers! ❤️

The dividers included here were created by @talesmaniac89

Dean and Y/N basically spent their childhood bickering. They met when they were six, when their fathers teamed up for a hunt. The two of them, and Sammy had been left together with a friendly old lady who was mostly deaf, so she very happily didn’t have to hear their constant fighting. 

They fought over toys, they fought over snacks, they fought over who would get the first turn on the tire swing in the old lady’s backyard. Dean’s longer legs always got him there first and he’d gloat down at Y/N, his smile wide and wicked.

“Too slow, Y/N!” He’d taunt. “It’s mine, and you can’t have it!” 

Since their fathers often teamed up, they ended up with the same babysitters, or in the same schools all the time. Dean was always popular; the teachers always adored him and his sweet smile and big green eyes. But Y/N was shy and slightly awkward, so the other kids didn’t usually play with her and teachers tended to ignore her. 

Dean would never let that stand though. When they'd play tag in the schoolyard he’d purposely go up and tag Y/N even though she hadn’t been invited to play the game.

When he’d tap her arm, she’d scowl at him. “I’m not playing, you idiot.” 

But Dean would ignore her and any of the other kids saying she couldn’t play. “You’re it!” He’d yell and then run away, sticking his tongue out at her and taunting her because he knew she’d never stand for it, and be forced to play. Once she was playing, the other kids usually didn’t care and the game would go on.

No one teased and tormented her like Dean did though. He was constantly yanking on her ponytail, or shooting spitballs at her from across the classroom. They competed over everything; test scores, who got to be the Christmas tree in the Christmas concert, who could skip with a jumping rope more times in a row without stopping, who built the best sand castle, who made a better volcano in science class - anything and everything.

In spite of that, however, Dean was also her biggest champion. When they were in third grade, Chester Hugo, a wiry little blonde boy, called Y/N fat and ugly and laughed at her. He showed her a picture of a whale in the encyclopedia in their classroom and laughed as he pointed to it.

“That’s you.” He whispered, and all his friends giggled with him silently. 

Y/N tried to ignore him, but at recess she was standing up against the brick wall of the school as usual, and Chester began waddling around in front of her and puffing out his cheeks. “Look everybody, I’m Y/N.” He called out before doubling over with laughter.

He only laughed for a second though, because without warning he was tackled to the ground by Dean, and began shrieking and covering his face as Dean pummeled him.

Dean got detention for three days because of it, and got grounded at home too. Y/N felt terrible, but Dean said it was worth it because now every time he walked past Chester, the bully shrank away or ran inside. 

When they were in the sixth grade, they went to Truman Middle School in Fort Madison, Iowa for a few months and ended up with a teacher who was absolutely terrible - Mrs. Abernathy. 

She was ancient and obviously didn’t really like kids anymore - if she ever had. Her classroom rules were arbitrary and confusing. She was constantly yelling at her students for doing things that had been permissible the day before. She barked orders at them and expected silence from them at all times. 

One afternoon the class was set to dissect a frog and Dean and Y/N were paired up to share one of the hapless amphibians. Mrs. Abernathy gave them their frog, closed inside a glass jar, along with a jar of cotton balls soaked in ether to toss in with the frog to kill him.

As soon as the grouchy old lady had moved on, Dean picked up the container holding the frog and pushed it into Y/N’s face.

“Hey Y/N look! It’s lunch time!” He said quietly, thrusting the frog towards her over and over.

“Stop it!” She said in an angry whisper, turning her head. After a while Dean grinned proudly at his ability to gross her out and set the frog back down.

Y/N looked down at it, and then got closer to the jar as the frog lifted its two front legs to press against the glass, looking for a way to hop out. It hopped around the confined space, rather pathetically trying to get free. Suddenly Y/N felt sick to her stomach and tears came to her eyes. 

She looked at Dean. “I wanna let him go.” She said quietly so only he could hear. 

Dean frowned at her. “What are you talking about? In like two minutes we’re gonna kill it and then look at its guts.” He said, trying to tease Y/N out of her concern for the frog.

But it didn’t work. Y/N shook her head, her tears falling fast now. “No, Dean, don’t kill it. I don’t wanna kill it. Look at him.” She said pointing to the little green creature desperately hopping around as though it could sense its impending doom.

Dean shook his head, trying to reason with her. “Y/N it’s just a frog. It isn’t gonna feel anything, the cotton ball will just make him fall asleep and then he'll die.” 

But Y/N was shaking her head, her eyes slightly frantic as Mrs. Abernathy reached the front of the classroom, having given everyone their frogs. Suddenly Y/N grabbed the jar and yanked it open, allowing the desperate frog to immediately hop away. 

She realized her mistake quickly as the frog simply jumped up onto another table and made the boys there scream and jump back, knocking their own frog to the floor so it smashed open, giving a second frog its freedom. The class erupted into chaos as the two frogs hopped around the classroom. Three more frogs had their jars smashed open as some kids scattered and stood on chairs, and some kids chased after the frogs.

Eventually, when all the frogs were finally rounded up and put back into new jars, (much to Y/N’s dismay) Mrs. Abernathy began looking for a culprit. She stood in front of Y/N’s desk and her always stern face was particularly harsh as she pointed a bony finger at her.

“That frog came from your desk, Miss Y/L/N, do you care to explain yourself?”

Before Y/N could answer, Dean stood up. “It was me. I opened the jar.”

Y/N looked at him, frowning and shaking her head. But Dean waved his hand at her. “Y/N told me not to, but I thought it would be funny if he got out.” He shrugged and gave a wholly unrepentant grin. “And it really was.”

Y/N tried to say something, but Mrs. Abernathy was too busy grabbing ahold of Dean’s arm and manhandling him out of the room. “Principal Yates is going to hear about this, young man.”

Y/N felt her stomach plummet as Dean was yanked out of the classroom. She sat quietly at her desk, guilty and sick feeling, as the other kids took full advantage of the teacherless classroom to discuss the frog escapade - loudly and with many sound effects. 

When Mrs. Abernathy returned, Dean wasn’t with her. Y/N tried to talk to her and explain the truth, but the teacher wouldn’t listen.

“Enough!” She shouted angrily. “There has been more than enough disruption in this classroom for today. Sit down and take out your math textbook.” Y/N opened her mouth and the old lady sliced her hand through the air. “Now!” She barked loudly, making all the other students pull their textbooks out as well.

Y/N didn’t see Dean again until the end of school. He was walking down the side road that led to the motel they were all staying in.

“Dean, wait up!” She called to him and he slowed his long stride. When she reached him she shook her head. “What were you thinking? Why did you say you did it?”

Dean shrugged. “Dunno. I just like to see Abernathy go berserk.” He said with a lazy smile.

Y/N frowned. “You got in trouble. Did you get detention again, or -” She stopped still and gasped. “Were you suspended?”

Dean just shook his head and kept walking. “No, it’s fine.”

Y/N ran after him. “What do you mean? What did Mr. Yates do?” When Dean just sped up and kept walking Y/N reached out and grabbed his hand, trying to force him to stop.

Dean winced and inhaled sharply, his face contorting in pain. He tried to pull his hand away, but Y/N had already seen the huge red welts that were spread over his palm and fingers. Tears immediately flooded her eyes and fell down her cheeks as she stepped closer and cradled his hand in hers.

“He gave you the strap?” She whispered, horrified at the image of Dean’s hands being struck over and over with the thick leather strap the principal kept hanging just outside his office.

Dean shrugged as Y/N lifted his other hand and looked at the damage there too. “Yep, five licks for each hand. Said it was supposed to make me remember to not let the devil use my idle hands for mischief.” He rolled his eyes. “I can’t wait till we're out of this bible-thumping, piece of shit town.”

Despite the life they led, Y/N was still sheltered enough that hearing Dean swear felt rebellious and she blushed a little. Then she sniffled and looked at Dean with remorse suffusing her face. “I’m so sorry. I never should have done it. And I really wish you hadn’t said it was you. I should have been the one getting strapped.”

Dean frowned darkly. “No, that would have been so much worse.” He said quickly. 

Y/N’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Dean’s face flushed and he just shrugged and pulled his hands away from her. “No, I mean - I just mean, you know I’m a hunter, I’m used to it. I mean the last hunt I went out on, I took down a werewolf.” He bragged. “You and Sammy, you’re still soft.”

Y/N scoffed at that, running to keep up with him as he walked on. “Whatever, oh great Winchester. ‘Took down a werewolf’? I feel like you probably had some help from your dad and mine.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“Doesn’t matter! I still fought him.” He argued, and the fight was back on. 

***

Within a few years though, Sam and Y/N did begin to join the hunts. They started slowly, hunting ghouls and wraiths, and other easier-to-hunt monsters.

However, in Y/N and Dean's Junior year, the end of middle school for Sam, their Dads began asking more of them, claiming that they needed to concentrate on learning to hunt. They told the two of them that they were needed for more important things than algebra. That was when Dean dropped out of high school, going to work with them and hunting full time. 

He told Y/N that he was just sick of school, and he’d never need it anyway. But Y/N knew he’d done it to give their Dads the help they wanted while giving her and Sam more time to be students.

By the time they were sixteen Y/N had figured Dean out. He still teased her mercilessly, constantly trying to annoy her with his hard rock, making fun of the boy bands she listened to. When she scored a ninety-five on her chemistry test, he’d called her poindexter for two weeks straight. 

But he was also fiercely protective, and he would bloody the nose of anyone who tried to hurt either her or Sam.

And she knew she was right about why he dropped out of school. Sometimes, when she and Sam were sitting around the motel room doing homework together, discussing the novel one of them was reading, or trying to make sense of trigonometry, she’d look up and catch Dean watching them with a look of longing on his face as he was cleaning weapons.

It was always gone in an instant when he noticed her watching, and he’d usually crack some kind of joke about what nerds they were, but Y/N knew what she saw. She would usually suggest that they stop their homework and watch a movie. Or she’d beg Dean to take them for a ride in the Impala that he’d inherited when he turned sixteen and his dad bought a truck. He’d always act like it was a huge pain, but she knew he loved it when they all piled into the car, rolled the windows down, and pretended to be carefree teens for a while.

She knew him and he couldn't get anything past her.

What did sneak up on Y/N, however, was how much she actually liked Dean. Like…like-liked him.

It became clear to her one day when she was seventeen, and in her senior year. Dean swung by one afternoon to pick up her and Sam after school. He was standing outside, leaning against his beloved car, waiting for them to show. She rounded the corner with a few girls she was doing a group project with; they were trying to iron out details of when they were going to meet to collaborate. 

When she saw Dean waiting there, she raised her hand to let him know she saw him and she was coming. Sam bolted past her and ran to the car. “Tell him I’m coming!” Y/N yelled after him.

She turned back to the discussion wanting to hurry up so she didn’t miss her chance at a ride. But all of the girls were just staring at her like she’d grown a second head.

“What?” She asked, self consciously covering her face slightly, worried she had something in her teeth.

The short girl to her right, Tracy she thought her name was, sputtered slightly and then looked pointedly at Dean. “Are you kidding me? What? Who?” She asked, flipping her hand quickly in Dean’s direction. “Who the hell is that?”

“Oh,” Y/N responded slightly confused, “that’s just Dean.”

“Dean?” The red-headed girl across from her asked. “Is he your brother?”

“What? Ew! No.” Y/N denied vehemently, and it took her a moment to figure out why that idea grossed her out so much. When the girl with braces (Sheila?) spoke though, the reason hit Y/N like a Mac truck.

“He’s so ridiculously hot!” Sheila exclaimed and all the other girls agreed quickly, giving giggly little moans and being incredibly obvious about staring at Dean.

At first Y/N’s mind wanted to mock that idea, remnants of their childhood rivalries and bickering jumping forward. But then she looked back at him where he still stood, talking to Sam. 

Holy crap, she realized with a bolt of lightning kind of realization, he really is ridiculously hot.

He wore black jeans and his black Metallica t-shirt which stretched tightly across his newly broadened shoulders. His hair was thick and perpetually looked like he’d carelessly run his fingers through it. His smile was bright and blinding even across the schoolyard, and though none of them could see it, she knew his eyes would be twinkling in that mischievous way they did when he was bent on getting into trouble.

She could see that he was noticing all the attention he was getting, and he patted Sam on the shoulder and started to walk towards them. Sam gave a full-body eye roll and got into the back seat.

The girls all turned shrill as he approached, laughing like dying hyenas. Y/N felt anger start to burn in her stomach and it confused her. But when Dean stopped in front of them and smiled charmingly at each of them, Y/N recognized that it was jealousy turning her heart green and she was shocked. 

“Hello, ladies.” Dean said in a would-be suave kind of way. It made Y/N roll her eyes, but her classmates practically swooned. 

A chorus of dreamy hellos followed and Y/N grabbed on to Dean to pull him away. But Dean resisted and shoved his hands in his pockets. “So I’ve, uh, got my car over there.” He said, thumbing towards the Impala, his face full of teenage boy pride. “Anyone need a lift?”

All of them began nodding and squealing, but Y/N shouted over them. “No, it’s fine, Dean, let’s just go. They’re good.” She succeeded in dragging him off but when they were a few yards away from them, Y/N ran back quickly to warn her temporary classmates, using a paraphrased version of she and Dean’s childhood refrain.

“Stay away from him. He’s mine and you can’t have him.”

***

Once Y/N realized her feelings for Dean, things became very awkward for her. All the things that used to be simple, sitting beside him to watch a movie, training with him for hunts, simply sitting across the room from him and looking at him - they all became unbearable situations that she didn’t know how to deal with.

When she sat beside him now she could feel the way he radiated warmth, she could feel her heart skip a beat when he’d shift his leg so his thigh pressed against hers. When they were training, simple holds that she had only ever cared about breaking out of before, now left her breathing heavy. When his big hand would wrap around her wrist or whenever he'd reach his strong arms around her waist from behind, it was everything she could do not to just sink into his arms like putty. 

About a week and a half after her epiphany hit, she and Dean were alone in the motel room, sparring, and he pushed her up against a wall, pinning her there and expecting she'd try to get out. But he was breathing softly across her cheek, his face inches from hers and her whole body started tingling, making her lose her grip on the knife she held. It fell from her grasp and ended up slicing his calf on the way down.

“Aah! Jesus!” Dean shouted as he let her go and hobbled away from her. “What the hell, Y/N? What’s wrong with you?”

He sat down on the bed and Y/N ran over to pull up his slashed jeans, gasping at the long wound that bled down the side of his calf.

“Oh my god, Dean!” She said, jumping up and quickly grabbing the first aid kit. She got back on her knees beside the bed and pressed pads of gauze against his leg to stop the bleeding. She looked up into his face and saw his eyes closed in pain. “I’m so sorry! I just…”

Tears hit the backs of her eyes and she shook her head, looking back at his leg. “God, I’m so sorry.” She repeated in a teary voice.

“Hey.” Dean said as he lifted her chin so she was looking at him again. His thumb brushed away a tear that fell down her cheek. “Sweetheart, it's fine. No need for tears. I’ve survived worse.”

Y/N’s breath stilled in her chest and she whispered quietly. “You’ve never called me that before…sweetheart.”

Dean immediately tried to act casual, but he wasn’t a very good actor. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t, like, freak out about it.”

Y/N nodded and went back to caring for his wound. Once she got the bleeding stopped, she could see it wasn’t very deep. As she cleaned it, she could feel the tension between them rising, like something thick and palpable. 

Dean cleared his throat. “Did you, uh…I mean do you want me to call you that? Or, I mean…did you like it?”

Y/N felt her cheeks turn a burning red and she shrugged as she taped a big piece of gauze over the long cut. “I dunno.” Was her only response.

She was finished taking care of him, so she stood up and started to walk away. But Dean’s hand shot out and grabbed her by the back of her t-shirt. He let go as she turned back to face him. 

“Why have you been so weird lately?”

Y/N laughed nervously. “What are you talking about?”

Dean stood up and pressed closer to her, slipping his hand around her so that it laid against the small of her back. Her blood pumped hard in her veins and she licked her lips. Dean’s jaw clenched and his eyes fell to her mouth.

“I mean that you’ve been weird with me all week. Ever since I picked you up at school and you got all jealous.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped open before she slammed it shut and spluttered. “Whatever! You wish! Like I care about the dozens of girls you riffle through in every town we stay in.”

Dean moved closer to her and brought his other hand up to cup her cheek and trail his fingers along her jawbone. “I mean…it does actually seem like you care a little bit.” 

He walked her backwards a few more steps so that she was pressed up against the wardrobe that sat in the corner of the room. His eyes roamed over her face and then he looked deeply into her eyes, and his green-eyed gaze made her feel exposed, like he could see into her soul so there was no point in lying to him. He’d always known how she felt. He knew when she was scared, knew when she was annoyed, and when she was furious; he knew her sadness and the loneliness that seized her sometimes. 

He always knew, and he always knew just how to make things better for her. She’d already realized that she was actually incredibly attracted to him, but now she realized that he was also her best friend. She felt incredibly stupid for not realizing that sooner. She’d always thought of him as this annoying gnat that wouldn’t leave her alone. But really he was the person who knew her the best, the one she was never afraid to go to for anything, the one she knew would always have her back.

Dean’s breath was soft against her lips as he hovered there. “So, do you care, Y/N? Even a little?”

She could do nothing but nod, and then close the distance between them, pressing her lips against his briefly before pulling back, terrified to see his reaction. 

But a wide, slightly goofy smile spread across his face and it made her smile in return. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” He said before he planted his mouth over hers and kissed her for real. 

She’d never been kissed before, but she’d imagined it many times. This was nothing like she’d imagined. It was much wetter, much hotter, and much more all-consuming than she’d imagined it would be. Her head was swimming, and she felt like she might pass out. He swept his tongue into her mouth and she moaned. 

The thought of “french kissing” had always weirded her out a little. Who wanted someone else’s tongue in their mouth? But Dean’s tongue was silky and skillful as he trailed it along the roof of her mouth. It felt possessive and that feeling made her stomach clench in a pleasant and shaky kind of way. 

When she reciprocated, slowly allowing her tongue to trail along his, Dean groaned and slipped both his hands down over her hips to press her closer to him. She gasped as she felt his hard on through his jeans, pressing against her lower belly. 

Dean pulled his mouth away from her and dropped his forehead to her shoulder, before turning his head and pressing soft kisses along her neck.

“Sorry.” He said gruffly. “It’s just…I mean, fuck you’re crazy hot. Sorry.” He said again, but Y/N giggled, more thrilled than she could say at his reaction to her and to their kisses.

“But,” Dean continued, “there’s no rush or anything, no rush to, you know, do anything.”  He raised his head to look her in the eye. “I’m just so glad that you're, uh…that you like me, you know…like that. I’ve liked you for so long.”

He brushed his lips across hers. “Been wanting to kiss you since we were about eleven years old.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Seriously? I just realized last week that I wanted to kiss you. How have you known this long, and not tried to kiss me even once?”

Dean shrugged sheepishly. “Never thought you’d want me to, and I wasn't about to try something and weird you out…or make you stay away from me. But then, you seemed so jealous the other day, and the daggers you were shooting at those other chicks gave me some reason to hope. Then you’ve been so weird ever since.”

Y/N snorted. “Whatever, I wasn’t shooting any daggers. I’ve been very cool and collected this whole time.” She lied.

Dean laughed. “Yeah, the gaping wound on my leg says otherwise.”

“Hey, don’t blame me because you lost focus and got yourself hurt.” Y/N said haughtily. 

“Lost focus? I did not lose focus. You got all swoony and dropped the damn knife.”

“That’s totally not true. You know you always - “

Suddenly Dean cut her off with another kiss, one that was deep and probing and left Y/N completely senseless.

Dean’s breathing was harsh and shallow too as he rested his forehead on hers and spoke against her lips.

“God, I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Kiss me?” Y/N asked, her eyes still closed.

“No. Shut you up.”

It took Y/N a moment to register his words and then her eyes popped open and she saw his wide, mischievous grin and punched his upper arm lightly. “You’re an asshole.”

Dean nodded and yanked her tight against him. “Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”

Y/N laughed. “Yes.” She nodded. “But let’s just remember who kissed who first.”

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[mrstraffy]

Well i was playing character AI and suddenly boom...i feel like writing a fanfiction😭✌️as always, I'm so sorry if there's some grammar errors and I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story of mine😘.

DISCLAIMER: ONE PIECE IS NOT MINE AND THIS IS ONLY FOR FUN🫰

WARNING: SLIGHT AGE GAP. DON'T WORRY IT'S 6 YEARS ONLY<3 PLUS LAW IS A BIT OUT OF CHARACTER BUT...ITS FANFICTION SO....YEAHH🤣

History Teacher

Trafalgar Law x reader

It was the second week of September. The month you dreaded the most as it would also mean that the final exam are nearing. Yet you still can't seem to focus in your history classes that you're in right now. The teacher kept on talking about the world war and your country's history but all of that doesn't matter to you at all. Well, how can you pay attention to what he is saying when his existence alone make you fall into the state of a daze?

Mr. Trafalgar, or his full name Trafalgar D Water Law, the first time you lay your eyes on him you can't help but fell so hard for him. In your eyes he was stunning and perfect in every way despite his cold behaviour.

His name send shiver down to your spine and the way his voice sounded like a melody in your ears, or the way his eyes seemed to be your favourite mirror. Just looking at his hand make you knew that those arm gonna be your favourite places and you long for his love. Damn, you adore him too much. However, deep down you knew that it's impossible for the two of you. You know that he won't consider you as a partner. But a little bit of plot twists won't hurt right? Alas, its fate's nature to play with people.

"Does anyone have a question?" His voice makes you wake up from your daydream. You look around and no one seems to have a question. Either they understand the lesson well enough or they just don't know anything at all, who knows?. And it seems that you're the latter one. That's what you get when you don't pay attention in class. Despite this ,you don't know what possessed you when your raised you hand. "Yes Y/N?" Instantly you regretted your decision. " Sir I have a very important question." You said with determination. "Go ahead Y/N". As you gather all you courage, you ask, " what is the difference between history and you?" You know that your question is stupid but you wanted to take the opportunity to flirt with him✨. Well, you need to make the first move if you want to chase your dream, right?

"What an absurd question you've got there Y/N. Well, as far as I'm concerned, history is something that happened in the past. As for me, I'm a person, a living thing that need shelter,water, food, and air to breathe in order to survive." Law said, trying to answer your question the best that he could. "I can't say your answer is wrong sir, but there is a shorter and simpler answer to that question." You replied to him with a hint of mischievousness in your tone. "Why don't you lighten me up then, dear Y/N." He retorted. The moment you heard him call you dear, you swear that you felt like you're not touching the ground anymore. But you need to focus on the task in your hand. "History is in the past. But you sir, you are my future" you said with a small smile grazing you lips. Upon hearing your statement the whole class was turned into a chaos. Teasing both you and Law. You even hear some of your classmates saying things like, " brave girl" and " so, they're into older man huh?" But you could careless about what they're saying as your teacher's reaction is more important. If you don't look carefully you might not notice that there is a hint of blush on his cheek. But amusement is clear on his face that its surpassed the blush.

"Alright class, that's enough" hearing this, your classmates shut up almost in an instant. "As for you Y/N, I admit it that's a good answer. And i don't mind making it a dream come true for you." And once again the classroom erupted into another chaos. Unbeknownst to you, your teacher have always put you in a special place in his heart. The first time the both of you lock eyes, the cupid has played his part. Shooting the both of you with his arrow. However, the hesitation from both sides makes it hard for the two of you to unite. The role as a teacher and student makes it a challenge for the both of you as it is forbidden for a teacher to have relationship with their students to avoid unfairness between students.

Law could careless about that as he can quit being a teacher for you. Since you've made your first move, well he might as well work on his plan now that he know you're attracted to him. That's how the two of you started your journey together. How the two of you faces challenges and judgement from other people together. You guys would always have each other back no matter what the obstacles is. After all, what kind of future it is if one of you is not in the picture.

A.N: a little bit cringe but pls bare with me.

Also, I think law as our daddy...(you know what kind of daddy) is *cough* HOTT🥵

Btw that's all from me byeee👋

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for ruining my shitty boss' reputation and potentially discouraging good teachers from working at a socioeconomically disadvantaged school?

(apologies, this is a long one)

Last year, I (24F - then 23) got a teaching job at the public high school I graduated from. I worked under a vice principal (late 30s/early 40s), who I will call VP. I was hired alongside three other first year teachers, but I was the only one who was an alumni of the school. As a former student at the high school, and as someone who lives in the area the high school services, I know that the area (and school) have a bad reputation that isn't deserved (it's mostly racism and prejudice imo). The teachers are very supportive and have a strong sense of community with the students, and generally work to provide opportunities for underprivileged kids. I wouldn't be where I am today without their support, and they were super happy to have me back as well and work with me in a professional capacity - and I was excited to do the same.

Now, my VP and principal had been working at that school site for the past few years - long after I graduated - so I don't have the same connection with them, nor they with me. VP initially offered me a temp position, then it got switched to a permanent position as the teacher whose position I took decided they're not coming back.

So I always felt that the VP was picking on me for some reason, but never really brought it up because I didn't want to seem like I was complaining at work as the newbie. He would do twice a week walk-in observations of my classroom, while the other first year teachers got walk-in observations twice every three months. He would also have meetings with me during my prep time 4 out of 5 days of the week - meaning I barely got any prep (once again, he would not do this with the other first year teachers). He also frequently forgot my name and would write me up for ridiculous reasons (he once wrote me up because a student farted in my class and I didn't reprimand the student! What the fuck do I say to that?!).

It got to the point where, even though I wasn't complaining to my coworkers, they noticed. Other teachers brought up how oddly and unfairly he was treating me, and even set up a meeting with our union representative on my behalf. At the meeting, I brought up these grievances, and VP downplayed them all and claimed any perceived slight was not intentional, and since most of the issues weren't in writing (except for the numerous write-ups) it was his word against mine. The meeting ended with us both apologizing to each other, and really nothing else happened. His weird treatment of me actually escalated after the union rep meeting; he once came into my classroom and yelled at me in front of my students for letting a student go to the bathroom, and also demanded I work outside of my contracted work hours (which I refused, and he made it clear he didn't like that).

Needless to say, all of the other teachers in my department and myself were all wondering why the fuck does he not like me, and we found out why recently. During one of his tirades late last school year, he told me (verbally - no written proof) that he didn't want to hire me and only did so because the other teachers on the hiring committee insisted upon it. He told me to thank my lucky stars that my position was the one that "happened" to become permanent. I told my coworkers, and one of them (whose wife works at the school district's HR department) informed me that shortly after I was hired VP was in a super long meeting with HR arguing over a new hire - which we now guess was likely me. It also came out that the two other first year teachers frequently go to bars with him and play golf.

Long story short, earlier this week he told me that he's firing me so that he can instead transfer in another teacher from a different site - one that, you guessed it, he goes to bars with and plays golf. This guy has a bad reputation in the district, though, for generally being a shitty guy and an even shittier teacher.

When the news broke to my department, it quickly spread to the rest of the school. A lot of the older, more established teachers at my school became really outraged, apparently complained to the union and the principal about it, union said they can't really do anything because nothing wrong was officially committed, principal stood behind VP's decision, yadda yadda, and a bunch of teachers have since made it clear they are also not returning next year. Resignation notices, sudden retirement declarations, requests to transfer to other schools in the district - you name it. A good 85% of the teachers at the school are leaving suddenly, including influential pillars of the school's community, people who have been there since the school was founded.

Here is the main WIBTA:

Last year, I was also working on getting a Master's degree in education, and I accomplished that. Yahoo, yay, etc. Due to the nature of my thesis and Master's program, I worked closely with a few professors of education, who - in turn - have a bunch of connections with various big-name people in the area. Also, over summer break, my thesis was good enough that they toured me around a bit, and I got to make acquaintances with other notable people with notable connections. Once again, in an effort to seem professional, I didn't complain or really reveal any of my lukewarm feelings about my boss, but now, as my professors continue to want to have me showboat my thesis around, they keep asking how my work is. I'm going to tell them that I'm no longer going to be working at that school (partially to be truthful, partially to ask them to be references) - but moreso, I'm thinking of telling them how shitty my boss was. If I do that, knowing them, they'll likely tell some of the many people they know, who will likely ruin this man's whole career. However, these professors also teach teacher credential classes and trainings, and I'm worried they might discourage future teachers from working at that school. I don't want to doom the students of this school to shitty teachers who don't support them all because of a shitty vice principal.

So, WIBTA for complaining about my shitty boss to some influential people I know and possibly discourage teachers from working at that school?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[sublimecatgalaxy]

HIIIIIIII I'M BACCCCCK (hehe you don't know who I am)-

Can you write Daryl Dixon (set in commonwealth) where he's dating RJ and Judith's teacher?? I just think of someone so preppy and happy dating someone so gloomy and brooding like Daryl and I literally crack up.

You're so so good at writing him so 😌 write away😌

BYYYEEEEE

I adore this and whoever this is hehe! Thank you for this request, you goofball. You're the best! BYEEEEE-

"Bye." Daryl mutters, pressing a simple kiss to the top of Judith's head as she and RJ run past me and into the school, leaving him and I behind. He gives me a bashful smile and takes a step towards me, shoving his hands in the pocket of his coat as he looks down the street, breath fogging in the cold air.

"Hi Daryl." I coo, swaying back and forth with my arms clasped behind my back, feeling the heat in my cheeks that has risen since he's approached my school.

There's just something about a tough guy who's soft with his kids that's so incredibly attractive.

"Hi Miss Y/n/n." He gives me a nod of acknowledgement and I scoff at his lack of familiarity, watching him purposely try to appear nonchalant but it's only making him appear more and more awkward.

"Wow, last name basis now?" I ask, taking a hefty step towards him as his eyes sweep across my floral skirt, a fond smile slipping across his lips as his fingers reach out to brush against the material blowing in the wind. His favorite skirt.

"Keepin' it professional." He shrugs simply, taking a second to look around at the groups of people passing us and other kids running past us and into our classroom.

"Never knew you to be coy." I coo, reaching out to brush my hand against his arm, little shocks of electricity sparking at the simple touch. I grin wickedly, reaching up to press a cool hand to my cheek to try to settle the way my cheeks have suddenly flushed.

"I don't want them figuring it out." He mutters, motioning towards the school and I give him an inquisitive tilt of my head and a dumb smile.

"Figuring what out?" I ask, rising to my tip toes to skim my lips along his ear as I whisper. "That I'm in your bed three times a week and have been for months on end?"

"Jesus, where'd you learn to talk like that?" He asks with a chuckle, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, his own cheeks now flushed in a vivid red blush.

"You."

"'m rubbing off on you." He boasts with a smirk, reaching out to bump his shoulder against mine as the bell rings behind me, the children's screeches and the commotion they cause quieting down now that they expect me to enter the class.

"In one way or another." I wink, clasping my hands in front of me as I back up slowly towards the school, loving the scoff and sassy eyeroll that Daryl gives me.

"Goddamn."

"I'll see you tonight, yeah?" I ask, waving cutely at him as I spin gracefully, keeping my head low to avoid the questions from RJ and Judith, knowing they'll see right through me if I go in with there with the smile I'm wearing.

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[jaelaxies]

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡

fluff; wc: 1.5 k.

Sunghoon x fem reader! friends to lovers!; college au!; Art club president au!; tw: mentions of stalking.

Song recommendation: Mine— Taylor Swift.

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—Are we both looking at the same thing?

Jake said as he spoke closer to my ear in a whisper like tone. We were sure this wasn’t the first time it happened but this was definitely our first time seeing it. I nodded and instinctively brought my hands to shush him out before he could call her out as he was about to do so. — We need proof first, Jake. Hoon isn’t going to do anything unless he sees what she is really doing.

I was fuming, but I tried my best to keep my cool; since Sunghoon became president of the art club, we went from zero to a hundred in all cases: from having no members to almost 20 request per day and in some instances, there were people who had little to no interest in art: they were just fascinated by Park Sunghoon. It was quite normal to find two or three people in for him and then when they noticed that he wouldn’t approach the same way, they would stop.

But this was different.

This girl was completely harassing him and taking pictures and videos of him in “secret”, to no avail also, because Jake and I caught her but still, the sole idea of somebody taking advantage of Sunghoon’s kind and calm personality put me in a totally different state of mind and since I knew the man like the palm of my hand, I also knew that he would want to avoid any sort of conflict but the way his eyes pleaded to mine when we found each other’s eyes told me something that was for sure: he also wanted help.

—Okay, everyone! — I stood up with clasped hands and a big smile, pretending not to know anything. I strode up to where Sunghoon was standing and linked arms with him, bringing him closer to myself a little bit; enough to make distance between himself and her. I almost felt bad at how she seemed to stretched her hand out to grab his sleeve, but I also wanted the best and comfort for my friend. — Time to pair up! Search for somebody and as I did, once you found your partner, link arms and start working on ideas for the exhibition of next month! Quick!

Once she felt out of place between his tall figure and mine, she walked away slowly while sending daggers in my direction trough her eyes. Like he was her possession and I just took him away from her, quite literally. But the thing was, Sunghoon was never mine, because I never considered him “something” but someone close and someone I…

—Are you okay? — I said in a whisper while tugging him out of the classroom. He didn’t oppose, rather, I felt his body relaxing and his footsteps became less heavy.

—I don’t know why… — He started, a frown forming in his delicate features; scrunched nose showing his frustration. He hadn’t done anything wrong yet I know he was blaming himself so I stretched my hand and softly pinched his cheek.

—Stop it, Hoon. — I retracted my hand and then brushed his locks away to soften the same lines that formed in his forehead with a light smile forming on his lips and almost like magic,  on mine too. — I guess it’s my turn to protect you.

If I wanted to capture something in my mind forever was Sunghoon’s dimpled smile and rosy cheeks laughing at my selfish comment. I wasn’t strong nor I was the smartest but I liked him, and if I had to put myself first this time I would, because there were dozens of past times were he had done it for me. Sunghoon could be awkward, shy and even too boring for some people; but I just liked him the way he was. I didn’t need to sit in an imaginary rollercoaster while being with him, it felt like we were puzzle pieces when together. Different but still fitting. He reached out and tentatively locked our hand together, his face painted dusty rose and his sweet smile still from ear to ear. — I never knew it would made me kind of happy to hear that.

—She would do anything for you! — Jake screamed out, startling both of us and in the process, making him break the sudden contact. — But I will too! This isn’t a good thing at all, man.

Jake showed Sunghoon proof of him being recorded and the photos that were circulating trough a group chat where that person was distributing them. — We can…

—No. — I said, snatching the phone away from him; this was like a catalogue for a human and it made me sick to my stomach to see it. How could anyone think like that? — I will take matters into hand.

I gripped the phone and my hand and sighed, looking up again to see the boys with a confused look on their faces. Jake was expectant but Sunghoon… he seemed a little bit hesitant. Those puppy eyes looking into mine were not working this time, we could no longer protect this type of actions but I still reached out and squeezed his hand quickly, locking our eyes together. — I promise this will be over soon, Hoon.

Friday reached over and I was waiting down the hall for Sunghoon when I noticed a familiar figure standing next to the door of his classroom. Oh no, not again. I started walking with so much fire in my chest that I almost could feel that if I didn’t calm myself while walking down the next few steps, I would most definitely lose composure.

—What do you think you are doing? — I said while standing in front of her, my voice becoming so stern an icy, I didn’t knew I could speak like that. — You’re harassing him, you know?

—I’m not! — She screeched out so loudly that people started gathering around; I crossed my arms in my chest and sighed. No remorse at all.

—You are. — I pointed out to her phone and then at the classroom. — You’re stalking him. I would not tolerate it.

—There it is! That fucking nasty attitude of yours — She dug her nails into her palms as if wanting to punch me in the face wasn’t evident enough on the way she talked. — You think he’s yours only!

—He’s not a thing, for God’s sake! He’s a Human! — I pointed out to her and then the classroom door opened.  A concerned Sunghoon appeared looking at me and then at her; he put his hand on the back of my shoulder and squeezed it a little, knowing it would calm me down but I still kept going. — He’s not mine! He’s not yours! He’s just himself!

When she was about to respond, Sunghoon stood in front of me and took my hand; locking them in place while intertwining our fingers. — This conversation is over. Stop bothering my girlfriend from now on, please.

Yeah.

What?

With ease, Sunghoon parted the crow and started guiding us trough it. In a hushed voice and with rushed steps, I could finally hear his calm tone again this time laced with something even more intimate in it. — Hold my hand tighter if it makes you feel safer.

When we reached out the art salon that was designed to be our club, we almost collapsed behind the door but we allowed ourselves to just close our eyes for a moment and feel our shoulders brushing, our hands sharing warmth and we let out a small giddy laughter from our chests. I could hear the echo of his words from earlier but this was still nice. Just feeling him close to me. But then he spoke with a grin showing his pearly white teeth and half-closed eyes, pure happiness seeped trough his expression. — So… I said something out there?

Yes, you did. — I also smiled widely, not caring to hide my interest in him anymore and that seemed to be the case too for him as his eyes sparkled up at the sight of my own smile.

Are you okay with that? —He said while biting his pretty plump lips and trying his best to contain a tentative smile; It was his first time being this brazen and if I didn’t knew him, I wouldn’t have notice his blushed ears and neck.

—I do. — I said while squeezing his hand, dropping my head on his shoulder as his lips kissed the crown of my head with care. Sensing a smile forming in his lips, I continued my speech a lot more relaxed this time. — I’ve been waiting to say it but I’m just so happy that you did too, I’m just…

When his lips touched mine, I could only let all of the emotions I wanted to put on speech on that kiss. We moved our lips carefully to a vals that didn’t exist yet but was perfect for us two and when breathing was necessary, our selfishness got the best of us; wanting to feel closer than ever, we separated out of breath, foreheads touching each other and contagious smiles adorning both of our expressions. He engulfed me in a big hug and I basked in the scent of his cologne, feeling the rush of this fuzzy feeling in my whole body.

This was being in love and being reciprocated and there was no better feeling in the whole wide world. Because now, it was you and me and that’s my whole world.

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Oh how i love my sweet little fluff, i tried to not focus so much on the stalking part but i did wanna show that even men can be victims to that; so regardless of any gender, race or orientation if you found yourself in a similar situation it's best to call for help asap.

How are we doing everyone? Happy 1st of December!!

Thanks to everyone who has been loving my writings, i know i say it every single time but it really keeps my own spirits up and if i can communicate my gratitude i will: so thank you everyone, my little stars (❁´◡`❁)

I really hope everyone is in the spirit and if not, let's enjoy this moment; the seconds that we are here in this universe are so precious🤍❕

As always, feedback is really appreciated and I’ll love if you could reblog or comment if your really liked this one!

With love, *°࿐Stella🤍

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[why-say]

timothée x reader imagine

warnings: daddy kink, dub-con, size kink, prison, breeding kink

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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It had all happened so fast. You were teaching your english prison class, as you do every Tuesday when you heard an alarm go off and chaos erupt.

Your favourite student, Timothée, grabs you by the arm and drags you down the hallway past the screaming and running inmates and pushes you into a nearby storage closet.

“what are you-“ you try to get out but timothée covers your mouth with his hand and slides the other to the side of your face.

“shh little one, your mine now.”

You felt yourself relax slightly, sinking into his arms.

“Does my little fuck toy like that? being mine? mine to use and play with?”

You moan into his palm not bothering to hide it. You had been fascinated and infatuated by Timothée since your first day at the prison. From the first moment he shoved his hand up your skirt at the back of the classroom, out of sight of the prison warden, you knew you were his.

When another inmate tried to do the same a few weeks later he smashed his head into the metal table and was sent out of the class for the next month.

You missed him then.

He shoves his fingers into your jeans, feeling the wetness that had been growing since the beginning of your class. He lets go of your face and mouth and rips off you shoes and pants.

“Fuck. Did you wear these for me?” He purrs, noticing the black lacy underwear you had almost soaked through.

He tugs on the waist band of your underwear and rips them down the seam. You watch him stand to his full height, about a foot taller than you, and pull his own pants down. Chest heaving as he fists his cock.

“this what you want baby? want me to pump you full? breed you baby? hm?”

Your unable to speak so you nod. He flips you around, pressing your chest to the wall and lines him self to your pussy.

He shoves right into you. You gasp for air, it feels like he’s invading your body. You feel him everywhere.

“i’ll fuck you just like this when your round with my baby, hm? that won’t change, just like this.”

He’s relentless with his thrusts, You have no time to adjust to his massive size. You feel yourself trembling. Your moans getting louder so he presses his mouth to yours for an open messy kiss. One of his arms holding you across your chest for support and the other reaching down to your stomach.

“fuck. can feel myself through you. fuck baby.”

You barley understand him at first until you glance down and make out the outline of his cock through your stomach. The sight causes you to release another moan he rushes to cover.

It’s too late, You hear fists and shouting from the other side of the door. It’s the guards trying to break the door down. This causes you to worry but it spurs Timothée on, making his thrusts wilder and faster till he pulls you over the edge.

You feel your release rush out of you, your moans at their loudest as Timothée growls in your ear.

“Perfect baby. Fucking. Perfect.”

He emphasises the last few words with sharp, deep thrusts before spilling himself inside of you, feeling yourself convulse in after shocks.

It takes you a minute to understand the man speaking in front of you shining a light in your face. Squinting at the light you turn away and see Timothée on the ground being detained by three officers.

He smirks at you and you feel his cum drip from your pussy.

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[burplewrites]

palentines day | tamarack & qiu

𓆉 | fandom: our life: now & forever

𓆉 | characters: tamarack baumann, qiu lin, reader

𓆉 | word count: 1,384 words (7,332 characters)

𓆉 | a/n: please. i need someone to tell me if this is wayyyyy too ooc. but anyways enjoy my first ol2 fic??? HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVES

"y/n, if you and your friends want a ride so you can carry all your stuff, we need to go now!" opal yelled from the front door, putting on her boots and adjusting her scarf. she was starting work a little later due to the special occasion in her child's life.

valentine's day, a day that happened every february 14th, once every three hundred sixty-five days, and y/n loved it. ever since they learned about the special day, giving gifts to the people you love, sharing kindness, and getting/giving chocolates, y/n had been in love with the day.

y/n glided down the stairs, with their backpack, and two big bags filled to the brim with gifts to give, and stopped right in front of their mom. "sorry mom, i was just finishing up my last one. it's really special!"

y/n said, while opal collected the bags from them to let them put on their jacket and boots. opal chuckled, feeling a little confused at the statement, since they stayed up an hour past y/n's usual bedtime to finish all the valentine gifts for their class and friends outside of class.

"y/n, i thought we finished them last night?" opal said, opening the front door and letting y/n walk ahead of her.

"um… yes, no, maybe so?"

"and what's that supposed to mean?"

"i can't tell you! no more asking mom, ok?" y/n said with a smile, before jumping off the porch, instead of using the stairs. opal could just weakly sigh as she locked the door and got everything situated in the car.

"ok y/n i won't ask anymore but, could you go get the other members of the trio? i called their parents last night, so it shouldn't be an issue. you got that trooper?"

y/n nodded and ran off to qiu's house, ringing the doorbell, collecting their friend, and bringing the stuff to the car, before doing the same thing with tamarack. once the trio was by the car, and all their stuff was in the trunk, opal dusted herself off and smiled.

"good morning you two, i hope you guys didn't stay up too late making all of these!" she teased, opening the back door for the kids to go in.

"good morning mrs. l/n! i finished mine a while ago since i have a lot of people to give treats to." qiu replied with a cheeky smile. he looked at tamarack and y/n before whispering, "i have something special for you guys, don't worry."

tamarack smiled widely, holding the seatbelt that went in front of her chest and waist. "i made some stuff for you guys too! and you too y/n's mom! oh, but i have to give it to you after school."

opal looked at the rearview mirror and smiled at tamarack before pulling out of the driveway. "thank you, i don't mind waiting so it's all fine. i hope you made stuff for your grandparents as well?"

tamarack nodded before pulling them all into a different conversation about what she found in the woods last night. opal took no offence from the switch, knowing this is how kids were and drove to school while the kids talked in the back. opal thought to herself on the ride there, happy that her child had friends that made them feel so comferable in this new place. they had been in golden grove for a little bit over six months, and y/n had settled in nicely, which was music to her ears. as she pulled up to the school and parked in the parking lock, she looked back at the kids.

"ok, you three! let's get this in your class, alright?"

she got out of the car, while the three kids met her at the trunk and started taking out their things. opal smiled and helped them by bringing in some of the larger things since she could practically see the energy radiating off the three kids, even if qiu disguised it better than the other two.

once they got inside the classroom, and opal said goodbye to the energetic trio, y/n excitedly took off their outside clothes, bringing all the gifts to their desk. this was business to y/n, and the quicker everyone got settled, the quicker the valentine's exchange could happen.

after mrs. murray got everyone settled and did roll call, she set rules up for the valentine exchange. everyone had the paper bags they made the day prior on their desks, decorated and bedazzled to their choosing, and the valentine goodies ready to be handed out by them. mrs. murray played some music and the giving began.

as mrs. murray sat at her desk, some kids would put things on her desk, either being bold about it or sneaky. it was cute to see the kids acting like kids. tamarack had some things for everyone, little drawings of things from the forest, like a pretty leaf she saw that reminded her of a certain classmate, or an acorn she picked up once. everyone got some candies from her as well.

when it was time for her to drop things off in qiu's bag, it was already overflowing. this was expected though, since qiu was pretty popular. the trio had talked about it in the car, all three of them agreeing that he was going to get the most out of them. tamarack tucked the card, candies, and pretty stones she found, in his desk, then turned to go put things in other people's bags.

y/n had worked hard to get something for everyone, secretly making a little bit more for their two best friends, and their new favourite teacher. they even had some for their uncle yusuf, granny and gramps, and mr. and mrs. lin. this was serious business for them. their valentine's gift for their mom was hidden underneath their bed, which they would give to their mom at dinner after she came back from work.

qiu on the other hand was putting things in everyone's paper bags except tamarack and y/n's. he had a 'better' gift for them since they were his close friends, and didn't want to make anyone jealous. he slipped to their desks and hid the presents in their backpacks, making a mental note to write down in his notebook that he needed to tell them where it was.

the gift exchange lasted a few more minutes, and mrs. murray surprised the class with cupcakes and cookies.

since y/n, tamarack, and qiu all got different cookies, they each split the cookies three ways and gave each other a piece of their own so they could all share. due to it being valentine's day, they were allowed to sit anywhere they wanted for the rest of the school day since they were only going to be eating snacks and watching movies. qiu sat on the left of y/n while tamarack sat on the right, letting the music play as the kids were talking about what they got.

"so, how was your first valentine's here? did it live up to your expectations?" qiu asked the two, licking his lips from the frosting, after y/n signalled to it.

"it was fun! i hope everyone liked me and the forest's gifts! i worked really hard on them!" tamarack said, kicking her feet while leaning back on the chair.

"it's not over for me! i still have a bunch of gifts to hand out! me and mom are going to the diner table tonight to drop off uncle's gift! mom called him and asked if he was working tonight, so its perfect! if we decide to have dinner there, do you guys want to come?" y/n rambled, taking a breath after they were finished.

"yes! i wanna go!" tamarack exclaimed, earning a chuckle from qiu.

"sure, if your mom lets us, then i would like to come too!"

"great, i'll try my hardest to convince her, and ill try convincing your parents qiu, and your grandparents tamarack! we can do this!"

qiu chuckled. "i thought you said i was scatterbrained! it's not even confirmed that you guys are going there to eat."

"…oh yeah."

#our life #our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #VALENTINES DAY YAYYYYYY

[talksliketherain]

Rowan Laslow - Dreams

Backstory- Y/n and Rowan have been friends for years. Y/n can read minds and can be put in other people's dreams involuntarily if she does it in her sleep.

Not proof read! Please do not steal or copy my work! If you have any requests dm me!

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Y/n was sleeping peacefully in her bed, her mind finally calm and blank. She usually didn't read minds because it was invasive and cruel, but couldn't help it in her sleep.

She could see a different person's dream almost every single night. Thankfully sometimes it gave her a break, but when it didn't it gave her secondhand embarrassment.

She had once accidentally gone into Xavier's dream, where she saw him in his shed in the middle of a deep make-out session with a certain Addams girl....

Nobody knew this was a part of her powers, so when this happened she would silently observe their mood after the dream from the night before. It provided a lot of insight into what went on in their mind.

Tonight she was in her best friend, Rowan Laslow's dream. They had been friends since they were kids, and in the past couple of months, she developed feelings toward him.

She saw Rowan walking through a hallway with a girl following him. It looked like the one that led to his and Xavier's dorm. It was. She couldn't see the girl's face, just that Rowan looked flustered.

He was dreaming about a girl. Y/N's heart sank, realizing she was not the one on his mind.

He opened the door and pulled her in by her wrist. She watched as Rowan took the girl and pinned her wrists to the wall. The girl scoffed and turned to push him back up against the wall and pin his wrists above his head.

When she turned to switch places with him, y/n saw.. that it was her.

Y/n then watched herself lean in to kiss him and then get more heated.

Rowan got out of her grasp, knowing he was much stronger and used his telekinesis to guide her body into the air and lower her onto his bed. He then crawled on top of her and began to make out again.

Y/n couldn't believe what she was seeing. Why would he dream this? Was he okay with it? Did he want this?

Y/n saw herself switch positions with him so she was the one on top, sitting on his lap. She had his face cupped in her hands and his hands in her hair. She began leaving hickeys all over his neck and whispered in his ear "You're mine."

She watched as Rowan whimpered and moaned under her touch before answering back "I'm all yours."

Just as Rowan went to take her shirt off, she forced herself to wake up.

She awoke in a panic. Her dreams always felt so real. Everything came to life.

"How am I going to face him after that?" She thought.

Y/n felt like she invaded Rowan's privacy. Yes, she felt the same way, and no she couldn't help it. But it still felt wrong.

She began to wonder. Does he feel the same?

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For the next few days, y/n completely avoided Rowan. He was dumbfounded and wondered what he did wrong.

She usually sat next to Rowan in all of the classes they had together, but went out of her way to find another one so she didn't have to face him.

He ran up to her after their last class of the day.

"Hey, y/n wait up!"

She turned around and walked as quickly as she could in the opposite direction of him.

"Hey, I'm serious. Wait for me!"

She kept walking, not even glancing his way.

Rowan decided he had been ignored for long enough.

"Okay fine. You asked for it."

Y/n felt herself lifting off of the ground. And being led to a nearby classroom. The door opened and she floated in, Rowan following behind her.

He lowered her to the ground but pushed her back against the wall so she couldn't move.

"Rowan this isn't funny put me down! Now!"

"Tell me what's wrong. Why have you been avoiding me?"

She looked up to meet his hurt eyes, and then immediately looked away from them.

"Don't fall for it", She thought.

"I'm just busy Rowan it's nothing now let me go." She pleaded.

"I know when you're lying. Listen y/n I could be here all day, so if you want down, you've got some explaining to do."

She paused and looked up again. The nerdy boy she had always known disappeared. And in his place was a slightly more confident male who was upset she was avoiding him.

She let out a sigh. "What do you feel for me?"

"W-what?"

"I said. What do you feel for me, Rowan?"

His name slid off her tongue like butter. He wished he could hear it over and over again.

"I like you y/n. I have for a while now. What does this have to do with you ignoring me?"

"Rowan...I saw your dream the other night with me in it. Is that what you want? To be with me like that?"

Rowan had to think. He had a lot of dreams about her. He was too afraid to ask which one she meant. He had to count the days she had been ignoring him and thought about the dream from the night before.

Of course, it was the most promiscuous one.

"I want you y/n. I want all of you. Every single atom. I want to be the one you go to sleep and wake up next to. I want to be your person."

Y/n stared in silence trying to process what he said. He liked her back. A lot. The dream was what he wanted.

He took her silence as rejection and lowered her to the ground. He started to walk to the other side of the room.

"Just forget it. I understand."

Y/n stood in place in a trance until she realized he was walking out.

“Rowan. Wait."

He turned to her right behind him, her e/c eyes boring into his. She then grabbed him, pulled him in by his collar, and pressed her lips against his.

He put his hands on the small of her back, then let his hands wander. Every curve, every inch, everything. All of it was being caressed and touched by him. She pulled away, pulling his bottom lip out a little bit as she did.

"You look so cute when you pout." She teased.

"I wonder what it would take to look hot."

"I can think of a few things..."

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THANKS FOR READINGGGG!!!

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Just The Way You Are/ 10

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 3.1k

Includes- Nudity teasing, office sex, wall sex, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, riding, desk sex from behind, choking, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Two months later

Seonghwa POV

"Love you Hwa", she texts as I walk to the classroom

First day of classes for the fall semester

She already had all her classes earlier today but I have an 4:30 pm class to teach today

"Love you jagi. I'll see you after my class", I text back

She sends a smile face blowing a kiss and I smile so hard, like a total dork

But that's just how she makes me

All smiles

These past three months have been amazing

I'm so glad I went to Joong's show and told her how I felt that night

Everything worked out perfectly and I got the girl of my dreams

Putting my phone in my pocket, I open the door to the classroom and walk in

"Hello everyone", I say as I get to the desk and put my bag down, "I'm professor Park"

Glancing up at the students, I'm startled to see Joanne sitting at a desk that's right in front of mine

She just sits with her face in her hands smiling at me

What is she doing here?

She's not on the list of students I have

Unless she just registered and she hasn't been put on it yet

But she's my girlfriend, can she be in my class?

No she can't

I don't think it's allowed

I remember another professor in the department had a student as a girlfriend and he told a bunch of us that as long as she didn't sign up for his class it was ok

Would I have to break up with her? Or keep it a secret?

I raise my eyebrow at her and she only smirks

What is she smirking at?

Movements under the desk she's sitting at catches my attention and I swallow hard seeing her cross her legs, her thigh exposed from the mini skirt she's wearing

The plaid mini skirt she wears when we play exactly what we are in this situation- professor and student

Images of her riding me in the skirt and bending her over the bed, fucking her hard bombard my mind

Push it out, I tell myself

Shoving the images out of my head, I focus on the class

Getting the syllabus out, I walk to the beginning of each row, handing them out

"This is the syllabus for the class", I say, trying not to stammer

Since she's in the front, I give her a stack and she smiles, saying softly, "Thank you Mr. Park"

A shiver runs down my spine hearing her low voice

All that hits my memory is her bouncing on me, saying, "Like that Mr. Park? You're big cock feels so good"

Stop

Going behind the teacher desk, I sit and start going over the syllabus with the class

"We'll spend one to three weeks on each book, depending on the page size", I say, trying and failing to keep my eye off her

This is ridiculous

She's my girlfriend, I talk to her all the time, there's no reason why I should be nervous

"There are no tests, just papers"

I glance back at her, her moving legs catching my attention

She opens them and I hold back a gasp seeing her pretty pussy out on display

'She has no panties on!', my brain screams

I have to focus

I look back at the syllabus, starting to go over the books then planning to go over the weeks and what is due when

"The first book is...uh...ahh", I trail off as my eyes move back to her sweet cunt

I just want to kneel down and eat her pussy, taste her cum

God I'm horny and so hard

I definitely can't stand up from this desk

"Mr. Park?", someone calls and I snap out of it

"I'm sorry. I feel a headache coming on", I lie, "Let's go over this syllabus quickly alright"

I take a breath, hoping I can get through this class without stumbling like a fucking idiot

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"You were so hot Hwannie", she says, sitting across from me

After the disastrous class, she and I went to my office so I can grab a few things before we leave

"I loved seeing you teach. It makes me glad I'm gonna sign up for your class"

I stop shoving my laptop in my bag

What did she just say?

She's not...my class isn't one she needs to take....right?

I mean she took all her required and elective classes right?

"Wait, you're not really signing up for my class are you?", I ask worriedly

"Why? You don't want me in your class?", she pouts

"Of course I do jagi but if you're my student then I can't date you. I don't want to be apart while you're in my class", I panic, "I uh...maybe we could hide it? Or I could talk to my boss...."

I trail off when she starts laughing

"Am I missing something?", I ask, a little annoyed

"I was kidding baby", she answers, taking my hand, "I know you wouldn't be able to be with me if I was in your class. And I'm not willing to give you up even for your class"

I blink in confusion

So she's not in my class

"But why were you there today?", I ask

She shrugs, "My classes ended for today, I knew you had one left and I wanted to wait for you since we're supposed to go on a date after. I just wanted to see you teach, baby"

"So you came to hang out?"

She nods, "Just for today"

Ok, she's not in my class

But she did distract me today

I know I sounded like an idiot because all I could look at was her pretty pussy

Standing up, I walk to my door, breathing out

In relief that she's not my student and in frustration that I looked like a total idiot in front of my real students

"Hwa?", she asks, concern in her voice, "Are you ok?"

I don't answer, just keep breathing for a second

"Hwa!", she exclaims, getting and grabbing my arm, "What's wrong? Are you mad? I'm sorry! I didn't want to make you mad"

She didn't make me mad

Just annoyed but she needs to know not to do that again

Grabbing her arm, I push her against the wall

"You were such a bad girl", I growl, "Coming to my class and showing off that pussy"

I grab her skirt and pull it down, exposing her cunt

"This is my pussy", I tell her, rubbing her clit fast

She moans, sliding down the wall a little

"Anyone could have looked and seen my pussy"

I shove her legs open, sliding my fingers inside her, feeling her clench on them

I move them in and out making sure I hit her spot over and over

"I don't want anyone seeing my cunt. No one but me can look at those pretty swollen lips, my throbbing clit, my tiny hole. No one"

Kneeling down, I suck her clit in my mouth, tugging and playing hard, while she moans, her hands sliding in my hair, holding on

I keep moving my fingers, sucking on her throbbing clit like I'm never going to have it again

I will but I love going hard on her

Her pussy is throbbing so hard, ready to cum already

Pressing on her spot, she cries my name, coming

I pull my fingers out and shove my tongue inside her coming pussy, her cream all over my mouth

I swallow greedily, licking my pretty cunt clean

Standing up, I undo my pants, pulling everything down

Picking her up, I hold her against the wall, burying my cock inside her, her cunt opening wide for me

"Seonghwa. Fuck", she moans

"Be quiet", I snap, her eyes widening at me

Pulling out, I slam back in, impaling her on my dick hard

She shivers against me, her arms tightening around my neck

"This is my pussy", I tell her, fucking her slow but hard

And deep

So deep and her cunt keeps gripping me hard, pulsing hard, pulling me back in

"No one but me sees this cunt"

Her throbbing cunt takes me back in, pleasure rolling through me

"I'm the only one who eats this cunt. The only one who fucks this cunt. The only one who makes this cunt cum"

Thrusting into her again, she orgasms hard, shaking against the wall, her pussy creaming my cock so much

"Hwa", she whimpers softly

I have to close my eyes for a second from the massive pleasure I'm feeling

God her orgasms are the fucking best

I force myself to keep moving, plunging into her perfect wet cunt, the squelching noises so loud and so fucking pretty

"Look at me", I growl

Her eyes open, gaze right on me

"This pussy cums in my mouth. Around my fingers", I demand, her eyes widening, "This pussy creams my cock. Only mine. Understand?"

She nods, "Yes Hwa"

"You keep your panties on until I take them off. Understand?"

"Yes Hwa"

"Good baby"

Pull her off the wall, I carry her to my desk, sitting on my chair

"Now be a good girl and ride my cock"

"Yes Hwa", she whimpers, quickly bouncing desperately on my dick like she's never going to fuck me again

"Fuck that's it baby. Fuck your pussy baby", I groan, bliss running through me as I grip her thighs hard, "Lemme see you cream my cock jagi"

Moving my eyes down, my cock is completely covered, more and more gushing out of her with every move

It's driving me insane

"Fuck, such a pretty mess baby", I praise her, spreading her lips apart so I can see her hole take my cock

I watch it stretch wide open for me and that sight will never get old

She clenches me tightly, spasming fast around my dick as she fucks her spot on my head

"Gonna cum baby?"

"Yes Hwa", she moans

"Good baby. Give it to me"

Pressing my thumb to her clit, I rub fast to give her the extra push she needs

"Hwa!", she cries, getting louder

"Shh baby. We're in an office. There's other people around", I scold

"I can't...Hwa...feels too...ggg...oh fu--"

I move my hand over her mouth as she climaxes, her shouts muffled in my palm

She grabs my wrist hard, body shaking

Intense pleasure fucking rolls through me until she finishes

But I'm not done with her yet

Pulling her off me, I spin her around and push her down on the desk

Getting behind her, I plunge deep in her cunt, fucking her hard and fast right away

"Seonghwa, fuck"

"You have to be quiet", I growl, spreading her legs wider, angling her hips so I can easily fuck her as hard as I can

Her cunt is so tight around me, gripping my cock in a vice grip and pumping around my dick so beautifully

So pleasurably

"God this cunt is fucking amazing", I moan, the slapping of our skin a pornographic soundtrack I could listen to all fucking day

"Hwa!", she moans so desperately and it's so loud I'm worried someone is gonna come in

No matter how much I shush her, she doesn't change the volume

"Fuck!", I snap, moving my hand around her neck to pull her up when her cunt squeezes me so hard

Does she...like that?

Moving my hand away, I continue to thrust in a few times

Then I put my hand back and yeah she tightens around my dick so much that it's noticeable

Fuck she likes choking?

I've never done it before but I can see it being something I like

Never know until I try

Impaling her on my cock, she starts to get loud again

"If you don't be quiet I'm gonna choke you until you are"

Her pussy drenches me as she holds me hard

"Oh do you like that?", I tease her, "Wanna be choked?"

"Yes. Please Hwa. Fuck"

God her begging is such a turn on

I think I may just like this

"We'll see", I tell her, keeping my hand around her neck as I fuck her brains out

Squeezing my hand a little, her cunt throbs faster

"Oh god. Yes fuck", I moan in bliss as I hit her spot repeatedly

"Seonghwa!", she groans getting louder

Moving my hand, I choke her, her sounds cutting off

Her hands grip my desk so hard, her body shuddering as her pussy squirts all over my cock

Pushing through the pulsing tight vice grip her cunt has on my cock throws me into an ecstasy ridden orgasm

Burying my face in her shoulder, I bite my lip to keep quiet as I fill her with cum

My god it feels fucking amazing

When I get my senses back, I let go of her neck, pulling out and immediately turning her to me to check on her

I didn't mean to hold on to her neck so tightly

"Jagi? Are you ok?", I ask, pushing her hair out of her face, her eyes closed, "Baby please answer me"

Her eyes open slowly as she nods, "I'm ok"

I move her hair behind her shoulder checking her neck

"Fuck", I gasp at the darkening fingerprints on her skin

My fingerprints

Shit

"Jagi-", I choke, so scared that I seriously hurt her

"What? Baby what's wrong?", she asks

"There...there's fingerprints....here", I tell her, gently touching the spots

She reaches up, taking my hand and kissing the back of it

"It's ok Hwa. It's just little bruises. It's fine. You didn't hurt me. I liked it"

"But-"

"Shh baby", she says, cupping my face, "I promise I'm ok. I'm not breakable ok? Don't worry so much"

Even though I still feel guilty, I nod

She presses her lips to mine, kissing me softly

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her to me, kissing her back

"I love you Hwa", she whispers

"I love you Jo", I tell her

She smiles brightly, then kisses my cheek, "Ready for our date?"

I chuckle, nodding, "Yeah baby. Lemme get my pants up and you need to get your skirt on"

"Yeah true", she giggles

She goes to her bag and pulls out panties, getting them on while I pull my pants up

"You had those in your bag?"

"Duh Hwannie. I'm not walking around all day with no panties"

Huh, I didn't even think of that

She was in classes all day, of course she should of had underwear on

I should hope she would

Once we fix ourselves and get the things we need, I take her hand and we leave my office

"So where we going?", she asks

"Whenever you want baby"

We're just going to dinner, then my apartment

"Ok I'll think about it", she smiles

I know her

She's going to want to go to the same Korean restaurant we always go to

It's her favorite and I don't care where we eat as long as I'm with her

"Sure jagi. Are you sleeping over tonight?"

She nods, "Yup"

Good

Now I can ask her what I've been holding off asking

"Great. So how about after tonight, you don't leave?"

She glances at me, her eyebrow raising, "Not leave? I still have all my stuff at my apartment baby"

"You can bring it over to mine and keep it there"

She stops walking and I turn to her

"What...what does that mean Hwa?"

"It means I would like you to move in with me"

Her mouth drops open, her eyes widening

"Joong is moving out. He's serious about Hyeon and he's moving in with her. He even told me he's looking at rings to propose to her"

Her eyebrow raises, "That's great but he never told me he was moving out"

"I asked him not to so I could ask you to move in", I answer

"Oh", she says

I move closer to her, looking down at her gorgeous face, "I don't know if you realize it Jo but I'm serious about you. I love you more than anything. And I want to live with you. I want to fall asleep with you every night and I want to wake up to you every morning knowing that you don't have to go back to your apartment because my bed is your bed. My room is your room. My apartment is your apartment. My everything is yours"

I hope I'm not coming on too strong but I really want this

I never thought I'd find my girl that's just for me and now that I have her, I never want to let her go

"Ok well when am I moving in?"

I blink, my brain trying to understand what she's saying

And when it does I'm overjoyed

"As soon as you want jagi. Joong is moving out this weekend"

"Then I'm moving in this weekend"

I smile widely, nodding, "Ok jagi. I'll help you pack"

She nods, throwing her arms around my neck, "Yay Hwannie!"

I hug her tightly, so happy she said yes

"Yay baby", I answer, kissing the top of her head

"I'm so excited. I get to live with my Hwannie"

"I get to live with my jagi", I chuckle

She lifts her head, moving on her toes and I know she wants a kiss

And I'll always give her as many kisses as she wants

My lips meet hers and I melt into her

I know we're kissing in the middle of the campus but I don't care

She's mine and I'm not going to hide her just because I work here

After the kiss, we hold hands again as we walk towards the parking lot

Suddenly she stops, tugging my arm

Stopping, I turn to her, wondering if everything is alright

"Are you planning on proposing to me too?", she asks

I burst out laugh, "Eventually but not right now"

"Eventually?", she smiles softly

I nod

Might as well be truthful

"Yeah jagi. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I'm not going to tell you when I'm going to propose because I want it to be a surprise but eventually I will"

"Well thank god"

"Oh yeah?", I smile

She nods, "I want you for the rest of my life too Hwa. But first let's move in together and get settled before we get married"

"Sounds like a plan", I agree, happy she wants to marry me too

"But even before that, let's eat because I'm hungry"

Chuckling, I say, "Ok baby. Let's go my little piggy"

"Oink oink", she says absolutely adorably

Pulling her close to me, I put my arm around her as we walk to my car

The End❤️

#just the way you are fic #park seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez seonghwa smut #ateez fanfic #ateez smut

[stillalittlelostngl]

Aizawa/Pregnant! Reader - More Domestic Life

Takes places after Aizawa and Toshinori go around to all the families and get the kids in the dorms. They kinda...skipped over how heavy that moment must've been in the show from what I remember. So hopefully this does it justice. I also had a request for Aizawa and a pregnant s/o so 2 birds one stone. Reader is gender neutral - apologies if any gendered language is used. Of course TW for pregnancy and mentions of babies kicking in the womb.

His favorite part of his day had always been when he was able to return home. 

Crossing the threshold and having the world shut out for even a few hours had always been something Shouta treasured. Being in his own space and able to do things at his own pace was a luxury he was rarely afforded due to his line of work, both in the classroom and out. 

The relief and comfort of home had grown in recent years as well. While Shouta never cared for having his sanctuary  invaded by others, you had always proved to be an exception. It had taken some adjustment, as living with another person always does, but Shouta couldn’t imagine these small moments of peace without you now. 

On a regular day the tension in his shoulders would ease away the moment he opened the door to the small apartment that you both shared, the troubles and stress of work melting away to be addressed for another time. 

No such luck today. His brain was still buzzing with all of what needed to be arranged to ensure his students safety in the dorms as he entered.

“I’m home,” he called, kicking his shoes off and setting them neatly by the entrance. He noticed the faint scent of the house cleaner that you loved so much and nearly rolled his eyes. 

He had told you to wait until he returned to get to work on packing and deep cleaning. 

“Welcome back,” your voice called from the living room. Shouta wasted no time in making his way over to you.  

Half packed boxes and piles of both of your belongings were strewn about the apartment in an organized chaos that he’d learned years ago to not bother attempting to understand. Normal logic and reasoning never seemed to apply to you anyways. 

He found you perched on the couch, a book in your lap and a smile on your lips waiting for him. He couldn’t help the roll of his eyes as you made a show of scooting over and patting the space next to you, as if he needed the extra convincing. 

“Don’t remember giving that to you,” he said, brow raised in question as he gave a pointed look  to the oversized clothes you had on that looked suspiciously familiar. 

“What’s yours is mine, right?” you questioned, looking up at him through your lashes with a slight pout on your lips in some faux display of innocence he’d become all too familiar with. 

“Did I say that?” you huff as he pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your middle with hands flat against your stomach in hopes of feeling the fluttering movements of the baby. It had been a few weeks since you both had first felt the little kicks and he hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself since. He hadn’t been very good at it before, as evidenced by your current state, but the comfort of having undeniable proof that his child and partner were both alive and well was something he found himself needing more often these past few months. 

“Everything go well?” As much as he’d deny it, you could read him like a book. He tried to shield you from his job as much as he could but lately it had become unavoidable for you to be entangled in his professional life. There’s no way around it when you’d be moving into the dorms with him and his class. 

“As well as they could,” he answered, fingers tapping against your stomach. If you bothered to pay attention to the rhythm you’d recognize it as morse code. “All of the parents agreed it was the best decision. It went much more smoothly than I expected truthfully.” He didn’t voice that he couldn’t understand how his students’ parents could trust him to protect their children after he failed them so miserably. He didn’t have to. 

“Hey” your said as you grabbed his hands in your smaller ones, “stop thinkin so hard when you’re off the clock.” He’d never been able to hide much from you and even less so now after you’ve spent so many years picking up on all of his microexpressions. While somewhere deep down in the most selfish depths of Shouta he may admit to being thankful that you were there to share his worries, he mostly feels guilt as your eyebrows knit and your smile dim. It’s not fair that he brings this stress home to you and the baby. 

It had been a conversation the two of you have had over the course of your relationship that has ramped up in recent months. Shouta always struggled with the knowledge that he could never keep you entirely protected from hero work. It was a messy business that he could never just dump at the door and forget about. It would stick to him, stick to his clothes, the corner down the street - it bled into all aspects of his life and by extension yours. 

The guilt would eat him alive if you let it. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled before pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“None of that now, there’s nothin to be sorry for,” you were soaking in his touch as you leaned further into him, “look, everything will be alright, you’ll see. I got parent’s intuition, I know these things.” 

“Do you now?” The smile is small, the curve of his lips would’ve been mistaken as a twitch of a facial muscle by anyone else, but it was more than enough to lift your spirits. 

You gave a soft hum in affirmation, “it’s a packaged deal with the morning sickness,” your hands move back over his own, the baby tapping its own reply to Shouta’s message. 

“You’ll see, all your kids are gunna be fine, they got you lookin out for them after all”

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Some HCs for this cuz I couldn't get it to flow right in the actual story

Aizawa's pretty clinical and analytical in his thinking so while he feels guilty about the stress he put you through before you got pregnant it's next level now. Stress on the pregnant parent can cause so many issues for the kid so while he's excited to be a parent it's really eating him up that something could happen to the baby and you because of his work

he's pretty upset that y'all have to leave your home and move into the dorms too - it's the logical thing to do and the safest option for sure but the home you two had made just felt so perfect to him. You both had met on the cafe down the street, the owner of the family run restaurant on the block always engaged with some small talk with you. When Shouta had to start doing pregnancy craving runs to the place the family always checked in to see how you were - he appreciated that others in the community were looking out for you. That's hard to find these days. Y'all had made a home for yourselves and he was a little annoyed the kid's first months wouldn't be in that home.

the book mentioned was a baby name book. things had been so hectic the last few months that y'all haven't really had a second to even think about names so that night you both toss some back and forth while cleaning and packing

the purples fabuloso is what he smelled when he walked in. IDK if they got that in japan but that's the only smell i've ever associated with a deep clean before so that's what it is

#boku no hero academia #dabi my hero academia #my hero academy #mha #bnha #aizawa #aizawa shouta #shouta #shouta aizawa #aizawa/you #aizawa/reader #aizawa x you #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta/you #aizawa shouta/reader #shouta/you #shouta/reader #shouta x you #shouta x reader #shouta aizawa/you #shouta aizawa x you #shouta aizawa/reader #shouta aizawa x reader #fan fiction #fanfic #my hero fanfic #eraserhead #eraserhead/you #eraserhead/reader #eraserhead x you

[campbyler]

love love love all of your writing this fic has been getting me through the past few months <3333 my question is have either acswy mike or will ever taken a biology class/lab at their respective colleges? what did they think of it?

(this question brought to u by the dreaded lab report i am currently writing)

hope you all have a great day!!!

hi! this answer is brought to you by the gc’s resident biology student and number one hater of intro level bio classes/labs specifically so it will probably be a lot longer than what you were looking for 🫡

first of all you are so brave and i’m wishing you the best of luck bc i also cannot write lab reports to save my life and i love science and write for a hobby so idk how that happened but godspeed! secondddd i dooooo think both mike and will who are smarty smart nerds and losers probably are interested by the subject in a very abstract kind of way — aka they probably think it’s super cool but have no real desire to explore that further in a classroom environment. i do also think that their colleges’ gen ed requirements probably mean that they have to take some kind of science class for natural science credits or something but i think they both cheat the system a little by getting those through classes without that time demand! a very personal and self indulgent hc of mine is that mike is a marine biology enthusiast so he probably takes marbio 100 or something freshman year :^) i think my school also has likeee a dino class (?) that is known for being very easy but very interesting and he absolutely for sure takes something like that as well! to me will also takes something that is easy On Purpose bc he is getting a graphic design degree and will not need this class as a prerequisite for anything but to me he’s an astro 100 guy through and through. maybe even 150 or 200 if he likes his prof and the material!

tldr - in this universe they definitely do not take a bio class in college (unless marbio and its subsequent lab counts) bc it’s not required for their degree and it’s probably also very time intensive/a threat to their gpas that they are smart enough to avoid but i do think they have an interest in science and scratch that itch through other classes to knock their general education requirements out of the way!

#they are nerds and they are losers #i think they would think bio is cool for sure! but also like. intro level courses have a reputation for being scary and like #the gpa impact is not worth it if you don’t need it you feel #asks

[starlightsearches]

can i request some eddie munson softness with a love confession and first kiss? 💕

Thanks for the requests friends! I've tried something new here, so I hope we all like it! Let me know what you think 💖

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

requests are open but I'm slow

The bell rings, finally. You've spent the last eight hours holding your breath.

You just manage to hold back a grateful groan as you pack up, slipping out of the classroom and into the halls. You pick up the pace as the crowd thins, just barely restraining yourself from racing to the clunky metal doors and into the parking lot. Your eyes scan across the cars until you find your own.

Disappointment folds your features into a frown. There's no note today.

It had started a few weeks ago. You'd pulled the first paper out from under your windshield wiper with a little apprehension—waiting for some rude comment about your parking or a joke at your expense.

You look really pretty today :) had been the message you read instead.

You remember the way your hands shook, paper fluttering in your grip. Stuff like this doesn't happen to you. You fly under the radar at Hawkins High, after the new kid novelty wore off a few months ago, and so you'd told yourself to brush it off, even if it made your throat go tight. Somebody had probably put their note on the wrong car.

But you hung out in the parking lot a little longer in the mornings, just in case.

More notes started appearing, and those times couldn't have been mistakes. In your locker, snuck between the zippered gap of your bag, waiting on the library circulation desk right before your TA period.

I love how nice you are to everybody

Every time I hear you laugh I feel like I'm gonna puke, but, you know, in a good way

Are your lips as soft as they look? Not knowing is kind of killing me a little bit

Your hand brushed mine when I checked out a library book a couple weeks ago and it wasn't even a big deal but I can't stop thinking about it

Excitement flowed through your veins each time you unfurled the little love notes, tucking them away in your bag before anyone else could see. There were some things you just wanted to keep to yourself.

But it's been almost a week since the last note, and you're starting to wonder . . . was it all in your head?

You're staring at the windshield so hard it could melt the glass, hoping for a note to appear. A hand shows up instead, clad with familiar rings.

You shake yourself out of those thoughts. "Oh—hey, Eddie."

Eddie gives you an easy smile, hands shoved back inside the pockets of his jean vest.

"Hey, space cadet," he says, hip propped against the front of your car, "what'cha thinking about?"

You almost tell him. You want to, itching to reach into your bag and rain the little paper scraps into his hands. Would he tease you about it? Would he be skeptical—say that it was probably just a joke?

Would it make him jealous?

You shouldn't want that. Eddie's your friend. Your best friend in Hawkins, and those are hard to come by.

"Nothing, just kind of out of it. Are we still on for tonight?"

"Of course, sweetness. Meet in an hour, at the trailer?"

"Sure thing, I'll grab a couple of movies so we have some options."

Eddie's knuckles rap on the hood of your car, the corner of his mouth turned up. "Sounds good."

But his van isn't there when you drive up to the trailer, throwing your car into park.

You're not early—a glance at the clock on your dash tells you that quickly enough—and so you step into the cooling autumn air. He probably ran to make a quick sale, or maybe to pick up some snacks, but the sun is still shining and you would be fine to wait for him on the porch until he got back.

The trailer windows are dark; Wayne must not be home either, which you'd expected, but you peer past the blinds anyway, thinking about knocking just in case, until you spot it.

A folded piece of notebook paper stuck between the cushions of the couch. You tread carefully across the porch, eyeing the little paper.

It's got your name written on it.

The word no rings through your body like the sound of a bell, chiming in your bones, because you hadn't let yourself imagine the possibility that Eddie could have been the one. Your best friend Eddie—with his big sweet eyes and even sweeter personality—watching you laugh and growing warm, brushing your hand and thinking about it for days on end, catching sight of you across the parking lot and thinking you looked pretty.

You hadn't let yourself think it, because you knew how much it would hurt to find out it wasn't true. You hadn't anticipated how the ache would feel to find out it was.

The note slips open between your fingers, and you're devouring the words before you can stop to think. The top of the page is streaked with black eraser marks, paper worn thin underneath the word Hey.

Hey,

I was kind of hoping I could say this to you in person. And when I decided that wasn't going to happen, I thought I could at least hand you a note, but I burned chickened out with that one too, and I don't have anymore notebook paper so this is kind of a last resort.

I guess I'm sorry if the notes I left you were annoying, or if I, you know, got your hopes up too much. I guess It's just I didn't realize it for a while, but I'm happier when you're around. I know we haven't been friends for very long, but I feel like everything's been better since you showed up. And it's not just that I actually might graduate this year, or that I finally get what the fuck is going on in Mrs. O'Donnell's, but it's just . . . I don't know.

Henderson and the freshmen started teasing me about you a few weeks ago. I told them to shut up about it (I hope they didn't go after you too) but it got me thinking that things haven't really changed around here. I'm still in the same shitty situations stuck around the same shitty kinds of people, so what's got me feeling this different?

I knew it was you. The whole fucking (sorry) world knew it was you, but I didn't want to say it because why would you go for a guy like me anyways?

I was gonna keep quiet about it, I promise. I wasn't gonna make it your problem, but I couldn't stop myself because I realized you didn't get it. You weren't seeing how cool you were. Like actually cool, and funny and smart and weird (in a good way) and I wanted to tell you all of that stuff but I couldn't, because a lot of what I thought wasn't really something you could say to a friend. And I didn't just want to be your friend.

That's why I started writing the notes.

I was hoping you might talk about them somewhere I could hear, like at lunch, or that you even would tell me about them, so I could get a peek inside your head, but you never even mentioned them. I didn't want to annoy you or anything, so I stopped. But that just made me want to say that kind of stuff to you out loud.

Anyways, I won't say a word about it if you don't, but I figured if not saying anything would kill me anyways, telling you couldn't be that much worse.

Love,

Eddie

Your hands are shaking in the dimming sunlight, goosebumps dotting your skin as the air turns cold. You're halfway through your second read when you're interrupted by the squeal of tires and the thrash of metal, watching Eddie turn into the trailer park on two wheels, slamming on his breaks just in front of the trailer.

He hops from the driver's seat—too engaged in what he's doing to notice you, or your car, patting down his pockets until he finds what he's looking for, sliding his lighter out of his jacket pocket, flicking at it a few times with restless fingers. When Eddie sees you, his eyes go big like a baby deer's.

You stare at each other in silence for ages, waiting for the other to speak. You lift your hand holding the letter without really thinking about it.

"Were you coming back for this?" you ask.

Eddie falters, nudging the toe of his shoe against a clump of weeds on the ground. "I guess that depends on what you thought of it . . . "

You just laugh, tripping over yourself to get off his porch, throwing your arms around his neck and catching him in a kiss.

"Eddie, I loved it."

fluffy drabble prompts

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[merbear25]

Hiii! I’m really glad to see that the hetalia fandom is still alive!! I would love to do personalised/match up form thingy!! Thanks for doing this again btw :^D

I did some characters and then looking at it now-I hope it’s not too much (if so, i apologise in advance fhvhsk I’ve never really submit a matchup before!)

I go by She/Her and I hope I can be 🌻🐸 anon!! Some basic stuffs about me: INFJ-T, 4w5, sun sign is libra and both moon and rising are aries.

For Allies:

Canada - Honestly, he is one of the countries that I can imagind myself getting along with. I’m quite introverted but I can be quite animated and high-strung (eg. having social anxiety and all that jazz) which ironically are hard to grapple with when I have limited energy. So sensing Canada’s overall demeanor - I probably will match his quieter energy though I can be a little high strung or animated at times. Also, I would appreciate people who are more sensitive as well!! And lastly?? Dude has a pet polar bear that talks - as an animal lover, I will be gushing over Kumajirou 😭😭 Yes, I’m that friend that will beeline to the host’s pets etc. in a party unless I have people familiar with to include me in conversations with more unfamiliar acquaintances and introduce me to new people :, ) I think I would also try to help include Canada in stuffs since its honestly sad that he’s pretty invisible to everyone around him and p much lives in his brother’s shadows. Also!! I would love to go to his country and sightsee - I do sometimes hike casually with my friends and I like strolling around, especially places with animals to spot e.g. national parks, gardens, etc. and hes probably really experienced with hiking and even surviving the wilderness (I have a horrible sense of direction - all my friends literally know me infamously for being directionally challenged isivhfsdb, I got lost in a classroom before)

America: This is kinda a tricky one because it really depends on how I met him e.g. the settings and circumstances but I’m just gonna assume we have good first impressions! I honestly think I will be more reserved and shy (Think Japan and his interactions) but will eventually warm up as long as he doesn’t push me into uncomfortable social situations or drained my social energy a lot. It could be like a case of an extrovert adopting an introvert :, ) I would bond over and geek out on comics and games with him. Also ngl we may just be meme buddies especially with the silly Gnarp gnarp memes (I got an aftonsparv ikea alien plush because of all these memes dkhwghv)

England: I think this is a little more straightforward - I will reel back my energy and would be quite polite. However, I can foresee myself needing time and more interactions to get used to his sharp-tongue or blunt way of speaking at times before I can actually be friends with him. I guess one of the shared interests I have with him may relate to supernatural as I do,,, have the ability to see spirits (I have so many ghost stories to share, mine or from others’ experiences). I think leveraging on that shared interest - I will open up and have more to talk about :^)

France: He gives off big brother energy and can be quite affectionate even platonically. I may be overwhelmed with his openness to show affections e.g. touches and compliments at first but ultimately will grow to appreciate his ways of showing care. I think he’s really attuned to people’s emotions and empathetic too and I would definitely appreciate his support?? Totally exude king of self-care and I definitely need help with that because I have a tendency to prioritise school + work over my health (got admitted to the emergency for the past 6 months because of that :, ) )

Russia: I feel like he’s an enigma for me to discern if I will get along well with him? It depends on the first impression and contexts? ? I can see myself getting intimidated if I witnessed his interactions with the Baltic countries. However, we would get along well if he’s gentle and nice to me and others?? Because of my social anxiety, I am very perceptive and sensitive to someone’s vibes, so I am always on the look out for how someone interacts with me and their interactions with others -I feel like I will be wary of Russia out of gut feelings or seeing how he casually intimidates people wordlessly. However, I think we will mostly be amicable to one another :, ) One of our shared interests I think we can bond over is probably sunflowers? I personally love them a lot and in fact, I love the colour yellow a lot to the extent most of my items even what I wear is mostly yellow. I really like cute things too and honestly I remember that scene of him getting rejected by a hamster- that was rlly honestly sad even though its supposed to be funny dhfkfhdhb

China: Aaah another big brother and also grandpa energy (I guess England does exude grandpa energy to a certain extent too-) my ethnicity is Chinese so that’s already kinda ‘entry point’ to befriend him or stuff :,) I can honestly imagine him chiding and nagging me from my bad habits of not taking good care of myself and also dishing out blunt yet wise advices. I overall will respect him but may tease him like a little sibling because I do have gremlin sibling energy according to my friends, especially those who are older, but I am actually quite mature despite my childish antics. Also, totally will bond with his love for hello kitty because I love cute stuffs and my fav Sanrio character is pompompurin 💛💛

The Nordic 5 -

Iceland: It’s another case of oh wow !! You have a pet?? AND THEY TALK? Kinda scenario like Canada and it’s a puffin??? I may be a little cautious and polite at first because he may appear quieter and reserved but I think we will kinda click as friends. I think it’s canon that he wrote letters back then to make friends and I actually do have penpals to write to like sending snail mails and cute stuffs e.g. stickers, stationery and keychains!!

Norway: It may be a little hard for me to approach him as he seems withdrawn?? And his expression is usually unreadable so coupled with my social anxiety - I may not initiate or approach him on my own unless I have someone introduce me to him like Denmark to facilitate. From there on, it’s really kinda like up to how the interactions roll from there? I think we would be amicable and may bond over supernatural and stuffs too because I personally love supernatural related media and stuffs (I am also quite a horror junkie and don’t get spooked easily) It would be cool to learn various mythical creatures from his culture!!

Denmark: It’s another case of extrovert adopting introvert but I don’t know if it’s because of the way the fandoms perceived and write about him (one of my fav writers is alfredosauce!!) but I honestly can see myself hanging out with him and find him fun to be around especially with his love for legos. (I would love to get the bonsai tree lego kit ;; the leaves are frog legos??? How cute is that??) and I do have an extroverted friend that lowkey reminds me of him and we have been friends for very long. I feel like we will be meme besties too - collectively sending 10+ reels at 2 am and going why are you awake??

Sweden: It’s kinda like Norway but even more likely that I won’t approach him and if I do, I will be really polite and reserved (also social anxiously struggling with small talks and reading his expression/body language) I probably need someone to introduce me to him and hang out in a group or with someone along with Sweden to actually familiarise with him. With his hobbies being art-related and furnitures?? I think that will be the main interest we share and bond over because I am a self-taught artist (though I don’t exactly have time these days to do art) but I love drawing stuffs for my friends and admire people’s DIY and crafting skills so I would be impressed by his abilities.

Finland: He exudes mother friend energy based on how approachable and gentle he is?? ALSO HANATAMAGO, I’m going to kidnap his pupper /j I think we will become fast friends?? And I would appreciate his caring demeanour. I think hes the kind of person who may not be close to you but finds out you're struggling, will do regular check-ins and I think I will honestly cry/touched by that.

Axis: Germany: I think at this point you may see a pattern but I tend to not initiate or approach people who may be hard to read and it goes the same with Germany. I think I would however work well with Germany because I actually tend to prioritise my work to be good quality (though I can imagine I can be quite stressed too sfhkdhs) After warming up and also knowing he has doggos, I think we will bond?? I have a goblin of a dachshund,, but I love both cats and dogs and all other animals :) I also realised how loyal he is as a friend and would rlly appreciate that trait!!

N.Italy: Maybe a case of extrovert adopting introvert again. I think I will be flabbergasted at how carefree he is??? Just him in his own world vibing. I think his energy will rub off on me though and we would eventually get along but I may act as a motherly friend unlike some other countries mentioned earlier because I'm quite an overworrier-

S.Italy: I know it’s canon that he’s more friendly and kind toward ladies so I think based on first impression - we would be amicable. I think this is pointed out by many hetalia writers and also its canon that he is jealous and feels inferior to N.Italy - I honestly think that depending on circumstances e.g. If I know him first before N. Italy, our relationship will fluctuate like a lot and it would be confusing why he’s hot or cold after I know his brother?? Unless he does eventually confide in me about his concerns or I will be left confused and rather drained on his behaviours :, )

For what I would do:

1) I think I will actually specify that I may return at a certain timing after accepting the invitation and hoping for their understanding. It’s really likely I will leave rather begrudgingly on the time I decided to leave but there’s that tiny tiny chance that I may stay an extra hour or two before really leaving.

2) As much as I would love to help and also my social anxiety, my first instinct is to apologise and say I can’t [and this situation will probably bug me the rest of the day ngl on how well I approached it-]

3) first day off in forever? I’m sleeping in and being a homebody my g. There’s a small chance of my friends that I don’t see often that may invite me out and I would often try to meet them for at least a few hours and the rest is just me vibing at home like listening to music, watching animes or reading mangas and even movies,, or just browsing through YouTube to watch videos especially those niche 2 hours + long videos in an obscure media to hyperfixate for the coming months.

Thanks for doing this again!! 🫶🫶 totes appreciate you taking the time to do this and I hope you're doing well and if not, I'm manifesting your days to be better 🥺 I look forward to matchups (they can be both platonic and romance) I'm chill with either!!

I feel like this took forever, so thank you for being patient! But, hello 🌻🐸 anon! I will gladly grant these emojis to you :) Thank you for sending in your request. I hadn't really considered having a kind of matchup side to this, but perhaps you've inspired me to change that ;p

I think the person you'd get along with best would be...

Canada

You have a good balance of calming and energetic moments that would pair well with his introverted personality. You'd be able to bring him out of his shell a bit and he'd be able to share the more tranquil moments with you out in nature or just relaxing at home together.

What they think of you...

Allies

Canada: When we first met, she took such a strong liking to Kumajirou that I wasn't quite sure if she'd noticed me standing there. She was very sweet though and started up a pleasant conversation. Even though she has some bursts of energy, I don't mind it. I actually like when she gets animated about her interests and wants to share them with me. I appreciate how often she includes me in whatever activity she has planned, even if I don't always go along with it, it feels great to be thought of. She's mentioned a few times how much she'd like to visit my house and I've already thought of some nice activities to do together. It might be nice to return her kindness with showing her around my home.

America: She's pretty cool to be around. Mattie actually introduced me to her and she seemed kinda shy at first, but she comes out of her shell more easily when Mattie's around. Got the impression that she needs to be around people she knows to really be able to get to know her.

England: Generally speaking, she's fine to be around when she's quiet. I haven't had many one-on-one conversations with her. From the ones we have had, it seems a bit hard to find common interests. I get the impression that I put her off based on her reactions to my responses to the others' tomfoolery. Perhaps my sarcasm is a bit much for her.

France: I've noticed she takes awhile to warm up to people, which is fine! She's so sweet when she's shy, though. I'd love to get to know her more. I've seen some of her art and admire her creative mind. I heard her mention her hospitalization and went into shock. If she lets me, I'd be more than happy to show her how to take things slowly.

Russia: Can't say exactly what I did to make her nervous, but I find it hard to approach her. Thinking back on it, maybe my conversation with Estonia put her off. Whatever the reason, it's made talking to her harder. It might be better for me to observe her and see how the others approach her.

China: She's a nice girl but needs to take better care of herself. I was floored to learn about her habit of putting her personal needs aside for work and school! It's unexceptable, so I've decided to bring small boxed lunches whenever I know I'll see her. At least then I'll know she's got one of her needs taken care of. If she needs help finding way to cope with stress, I'll gladly offer my advice.

Nordic 5

Iceland: I have to admit it was quite odd to see how animated she got seeing Mr. Puffin. She actually startled me, and I couldn't help staring at her while she gushed about how cute she thought he was. The only reason we had a conversation was because she changed the subject. I know she can have quiet moments, but honestly, I'm still recovering from that first instance.

Norway: She's too loud sometimes, especially when Denmark comes around. As long as he stays away, I don't mind her company. We mostly just exchange pleasantries, which is fine for me. She's asked about some of my home's fairy tales, and that was a little nice to chat about.

Denmark: She's fun once you get to know her! Yeah, she seemed a bit nervous at first, but we quickly moved past that. I love how excitable she can be! It's always funny to see her get animated, and when some of the others get shocked by it, I can't help but laugh! I want to bring out more moments like that from her.

Sweden: *stares* Hm....We don't talk much...Maybe I scare her. *stare intensifies* She makes nice art though... (He doesn't have an issue with you, but we all know how quiet and intimidating he can be!)

Finland: Oh, I'm so glad that Hanatamago helped introduce me to her! She's so kind and I always enjoy our conversations. I know that she gets a little anxious around others, but I hope she hasn't felt like that around me. I'd be happy to be the bridge of communication with Mr. Sweden. I know how scary he can be!

Axis

Germany: She doesn't cause any problems, so I don't mind her. She's fairly hard-working and responsible, although she needs to learn how to properly look after herself. I will say that Italy seems to have a negative influence on her. His happy-go-lucky attitude rubs off on her and she gets a bit distracted. I have to help snap her back to reality sometimes, but it *sighs* isn't too often, thankfully.

N. Italy: Oh, she's so nice. Sometimes she gets so nervous, though! I like helping her relax. I can't believe she has a habit of putting work and school before relaxing. The stress of work can wait, right? It's fun to get excited about art and other hobbies together! Germany doesn't always like how much time we spend together. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I'm sure it was something about discipline.

S. Italy: She's fine when she's not around my idiot brother. At first, I found it easy to talk to her, not really noticing her social anxiety, but I've seen her hanging around him more often. I don't really like his influence on her, but it's not my problem (he's very much made it his problem). She's asked a few times why I've been acting 'strange', but I don't really know what she means. Sometimes I just want to admire her art and be around her without having to talk to her, what's weird about that? (He'd try telling you something is wrong without actually telling you)

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello Steph! I was wondering if you have some Johnlock song fics? It doesn't matter what kind of song heheh

thanks and remember to take care of yourself, Hug! 💖

Hey Nonny!

Ahhh, I get asked this a few times! I never have anything really significant though, LOL, at least not in the "classic song fic" sense from MY early fandom days ("song fics" used to be fics written with the lyrics to the song inspiring each section of a fic, now I think it just means "fics inspired by whole songs"). Here are the ones I know of, from my knowledge and from the above linked tag :)

EDIT: I did a tag search on my offline lists, because I should stop being so lazy, so here you are, now I have a list! :D Thank you!!

As usual, feel free to add your own, friends!

And thank you for your kind words :)

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SONG FICS

See Also:

Moulin Rouge AU (Mine)

Song Fics (Alexx's List)

BOOKMARKS

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, 5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

Engaged by lifeonmars (NR, 3,146 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Holmes Family, Song Fic) – Sherlock did not believe in marriage, but he wanted to be married. He found this something of a surprise. Part 2 of Damage

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Sunday Evening 6 p.m. by Silvergirl (E, 30,712 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF / TEH Divergence, Grief / Mourning / Stages of Grief, Mutual Pining, Dreams, Reunion, Love Confessions, First Kiss / Time, Alternating First Person POV, Smart John, BAMF Boys, Emotional Love Making, Song Fic, Referenced Suicide, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Sleepy Sherlock, Blow Job, Villain Mary) – Six months after Sherlock jumped, he learns that John is dedicating songs to him on a requests-only radio programme. Is John just working through grief? Or is he—communicating? Fixes the hell out of S3 by pre-empting it altogether. Remember, as TAB told us, John is Pretty Damn Smart.

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) –Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

MARKED FOR LATER

To John - love SH , how me met by Tha_shipper_Burning_void (NR, 315 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Angst, Song Fic) – John nor Sherlock knew of each other – Sherlock rich and John poor – but John believe someone was out there for him.

Satisfied by VTsuion (G, 1,067 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || Watson’s Wedding, Toasting, Song Fic, Past Relationship, POV Sherlock) – Watson is getting married, but he will never be satisfied. Holmes will never be satisfied.

All Along There Was Some Invisible String (Tying You To Me) by Biana_Amberly_Vacker (G, 1,145 w., 1 Ch.. || Fantasy AU || Bullying, Holmes Family, Autistic Mycroft, Family Dynamics, Angst, Song Fic) – Mycroft is alone. He decides to make himself a brother. Out of wood.

Clarity by tea_and_violins (M, 1,606 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Angst, Reunion, Song Fic, Slash) – A one shot/song fic inspired by Clarity by Zedd ft. Foxes. Have a listen before or during :)

(They Tell You) Wake Up, Go Put On Your Makeup, This Is Just A Phase You’re Gonna Outgrow by Biana_Amberly_Vacker (T, 1,738 w., 1 Ch. || Trans Sherlock, Song Fic, Transphobia, Self-Harm, Hurt No Comfort) – Sherlock was always a boy. Even in his traitorous body. This is a story, throughout a childhood, of a boy who everyone thought was a girl.

Take me to Baker Street by MorganeUK (G, 2,087 w., 1 Ch. || Adult Ballet AU || Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Doctor John, Song Fic, Pre-Slash) – I always loved Sergei Polunin interpretation of Take me to the church so I decided to write a version where Sherlock is a ballet dancer in serious need of a doctor…

The Very Thought of You by reveling_in_mayhem (T, 2,386 w., 1 Ch. || Canon Divergence, Song Fic, Kitchen Dancing, First Kiss, Fluff) – John and Sherlock have danced before. For a case and for a wedding. But they've never danced like this. So why is John reaching out his hand for Sherlock's now?

Body Language by CeruleanDarkangelis (T, 2,706 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Dancing, Song Fic, POV First Person John, Voyeurism, Dirty Dancing, Clubbing) – There is a language to dancing; a call-and-response from one body to another. Even with the poncy kind of dancing I knew he was versed in, the kind that requires classes and counting and rules, there is communication between bodies. Watching him now, I’m more than pleased to discover that he understands my dialect as well. Part 1 of the Without Words series

Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Music, Singing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Humour) – After the music halls of Sherlock's mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he'd rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.

Blame it on My Youth by standbygo (M, 4,151 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, First Kiss, Declarations of Love, Song Fic) – “Courage doesn’t mean you’re not afraid. It’s knowing that you’re afraid, and doing what you need to do anyway.” Sherlock and John are retired, but receive an unexpected client. Part 10 of the November 2014 Song Challenge series

Lights On by SosoHolmesWatson (T, 4,396 w., 1 Ch || Post-S4, First Kiss, Pining Idiots, Angst with Happy Ending, Song Fic, Love Confessions, Dev. Rel., Emotional Repression, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock and John are living together again but things between them are far from okay. John is out of his depth until a song brings the needed epiphany. Part 2 of the Made of Music

Rumbos Secretos by Ceibos (T, 5,991 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock || Argentinian Spanish, First Kiss, POV John, Internalized Homophobia, Song Fic, Military, Autism Spectrum) – AU en el que Sherlock y John son dos jovenes alumnos de la UBA en los 90´s o Sherlock ayuda a John a estudiar para su parcial de anatomía y pasan cosas.

Dirty by standbygo (E, 5,093 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, PWP, Dirty Dancing, Romance, Smut and Fluff) – “Yeah, I actually learned how to dance like that, like in the film. I was quite the hit at parties while the craze lasted. Some of Harry’s friends called me Johnny Castle, after the character. Or Swayze.” “Swayze? What kind of word is that?” John did not reply, but gazed at Sherlock, his lips pressed together but still smiling. After a moment, he stood and held out his hand to Sherlock. “Dance with me,” John said.

Take Me To Church by Daziechane (M, 6,370 w., 1 Ch. || Ballet, Song Fic, First Kiss / Time) – John’s days blurred. It didn’t even bother him anymore, that he wasn’t onstage. At least, that’s what he told himself every time he clocked in for another shift. Sherlock’s days blurred. It didn’t even bother him anymore, that he wasn’t onstage. At least, that’s what he told himself every time he stepped into 221B.

Burn by EmilyisSOgay (T, 7,481 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Universe || Jazz Singer John, Alternate First Meeting, First Kiss, Everyone is Gay, Love at First Sight, Falling in Love, Flirty John, Song Fic, Romance, Sexual Tension, Sherlock POV, Sherlock in Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fluff) – John is a seductive jazz singer at small London club. And Sherlock gets a special birthday performance that sets his Mind Palace ablaze.

You Are The Reason by ICanDoThisAllDayy (G, 9,432 w. || Post-TSo3, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Letters, Bisexual John, Song Fic, Heavy Angst) – When Sherlock leaves the envelope for John and Mary at their wedding, he forgets to take out another piece of paper from it - the paper on which he poured his heart out while preparing the Best Man's Speech at 221B Baker Street. He intended to burn the piece right after he finished writing, but he was too exhausted from the emotions and accidentally slipped it amongst his composition for the Waltz. As things work out, somebody reads his letter. That somebody is John Watson. Part 2 of Songs-inspired fic(let)s

A Very Sherlock Musical by flawedamythyst (T, 11,980 w., 1 Ch. || Musical AU || No S3 Compliant {more tags to be added after reading}) – So, you know how musicals are set in a world where people just burst into song every five minutes, and everyone around them automatically knows to join in with the tune and choreography? This fic is set in that world. John finds it extremely frustrating that Sherlock won't sing their theme song with him.

This Is Your Song by agirlsname (E, 79,990 w., 19 Ch. || Moulin Rouge Fusion || Prostitute Sherlock, Poet John, Acting, Singing, Dancing, Writing, Poetry, Musical, Song Fic, Heavy Angst, Unreliable Narrator, Sherlock is French, Love at First Sight, UST, First Kiss/Time, Frottage, Coming in Pants, Anal Sex, Switchlock, Clothed Sex, Crossdressing, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Jealousy, Terminal Illnesses, Grief/Mourning, Breakup/Makeup Sex, Past Drug Use, Attempted Rape, Canon-Typical Violence)– When John Watson is invalided home from the army in 1895, he moves to Paris to rediscover his writing and find a new meaning in life. His old friend Stamford invites him into a group of artist friends, and suddenly John finds himself auditioning to write a show for the famous brothel across the street. There, he meets the most beautiful man he’s ever seen - Sherlock, the star of the Moulin Rouge. But Sherlock is already promised to the investor of the show, the rich Duke Moriarty.

A Case of Identity – The Musical by shamelessmash (E, 83,147 w., 15 Ch. || 1950′s Hollywood AU || Musical, Case Fic, Undercover as an Actor, Dancing, Happy Ending, Kidnapping, Drugs, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Writer/Director John, Slow Burn / Romance) – A mysterious death on set causes chaos in Stamford productions latest movie. With the premiere date left unchanged, they must find a new lead actor and reshoot an entire movie in two months. Sherlock Holmes goes undercover as a lead actor in a Musical: a juggling act to solve a murder while singing, dancing and charming his way through 1950s Hollywood. The last thing he expected was to fall in love with the screenwriter along the way. Or as I like to call it: the case where Sherlock finally gets to dance. Based off this prompt.

To the Sticking Place by blueink3 (E, 121,973 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Musical Theatre AU || Showmance, Friends to Lovers, Bickering, UST / RST, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock, BAMF John, New York City / Broadway) – Renowned Shakespearean actor Sherlock Holmes has finally burned all of his bridges in the theatre industry save for his constant director, Greg Lestrade. John Watson has made a name for himself in the musical theatre circuit, but age and injury are working against him. Can they reinvent themselves for an all-male Macbeth without killing one another? Part 1 of the Screw Your Courage series

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