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Review of The Grand Duchess of the North Was Secretly a Villainess.

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The FL is a little obvious to the ML feelings like in every webtoon. it does take her a couple of chapters to acknowledge but in her own right she stands on business and there are a lot of plot twists I didn’t see coming and some obvious plot points but still interesting!

Completed series.

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POV: you're rafe's sneaky link and his possessive side comes out when he sees the tiny dress you're wearing at sarah's party.

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Texting Jealous Ex Rafe

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x Female Reader

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Imagine Tom Hiddleston watching you undress for him.

Want me to make this a one shot? Let me know! :)

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🤗Waking up with Jiminie ☺️(fluff) </p>

He was shirtless, you were pants-less. Jimin was laying on his side, your head resting on this arm, your back pressed up against his chest and his other arm placed around your waist, snuggling into you warmly. You felt his paced breath on the crook of your neck, breathing in unison. “Save me~ Save me~” your alarm started to quietly ring, one of your eyes opening to glance at your phone that laid on the beside table. Your body became unwilling, a cute yawn leaving your lips as you stretch against Jimin. Your ass was sticking out and your upper arm was lightly caressing Jimin’s chest. “Jagiya~ Jimin,” you moaned, pushing against him a little to wake him up. “Hmmm,” you saw him playfully pout, his nose crunching in annoyance. You watched as you giggled to yourself, pushing his black hair out of his eyes. You lightly kiss him in the forehead as he hums in response. You pull his warm arms away from you as you slid out of the bed. Jimin’s P.O.V The little tease. I heard the alarm go off, the little cutie putting our new song as her alarm. I felt her body stretch against me, her ass brushing against my crouch, my lip being bit back to contain my frustration. I heard her calling my name but I wanted to see what she would do if I didn’t wake up. I felt the soft kiss she placed against my forehead and watched her slide out of the bed. She was cute. She was tip toeing across the room, my shirt just stopping above her ass. I groan in annoyance. My lips licking the side of my mouth as I bit down hard watching her get ready. Why do you have to be so sexy in the morning. Authors P.O.V Waist high tights. Midrift. Nike whites. You were ready. You were secretly auditioning for an entertainment company but you wanted to make it yourself and so kept it a secret from him. You walked yourself to the kitchen, you turned the stove on, chucking a fry pan on top of the burning fire and adding the pancake mix. “Jagiya~” in a swift movement, Jimin’s arms were around your lower waist, he pushed your back against him, his head snuggled into the nape of your neck. “I have a problem, come to the bedroom to fix it?” He huskily whispered in your ear. The grip around the fry pan became loose as he was sending shivers down your spine. “Jiminie? Aren’t you hungry?” You smiled, avoiding his cheeky statement. “… Only if I get to eat you for breakfast,” ………………… You guys can imagine the end

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Xx.He Needs it and You’re Wet.xX

Imagine Taehyung coming home and you just got out of the shower….  -couldn't insert a gif 🙄 The water burned your skin, the satisfaction of the temperature keeping you company. You were alone at home while Taehyung was at the recording studio with his other members. Tae's life was always busy, there was never a day where you both could just hang around, but you endured it... After all he was kpop star. Taehyung P.O.V "Thanks! I'll see you guys tomorrow," I watched as the car drove off waving to the few members that were in there. A smile was on my lips as I opened the front door and walk into the house. "I just wanna love ya, I just wanna love ya," as I walk into the house y/n voice fills the air as I can hear the running water from here. She's so cute. Walking up their stairs the singing became quiet, but her breathing becoming louder.... I quickly raced to the room banging the door open. "Ah! Tae!" Y/n voice stopped me in my tracks. "Ahh baby," her moans slurred to the point of teasing. Her moans became muffled, scared that she might be getting too loud. Author's P.O.V Tae subconsciously licked his upper lip. The thought of catching you while you touched yourself made his pants that little bit tighter. He slowly made his way to your bathroom door, pushing it open. Your eyes were closed as the door of the shower had steamed up to the point Taehyung couldn't see past it. He quietly opened the glass door and found the moaning mess you were. Your hands were in between your thighs, your head launched back in pleasure as you struggled to stand. "Babe, I thought I told you no one can touch you but me," at the sound of his voice you froze. Your heart was beating loudly now as Tae gave you that dark, sexy look. He was disappointed that you didn't wait for him, but happy that he could make you feel like this with out even been near. "Tae it's not-" Tae grabbed you by your hand pulling you into his arms as he carried you bridal style to the bed. He chucked you on top, not caring about the running water or the droplets of water running down your body. He wanted you now. "Tae I'm sorry I- Ohhh Tae." He didn't waist any time. You were laid on your back, your legs spread open with him and his tongue in-between. Your hands slid down your body gripping his hair, as he tasted what he did to you. "Hehehe, babe," there it was his playful side. Tae was always playful, with his members, in TV but when it came to you it was toucher. "Don't, you, think," with each word his lips vibrated onto your core, with you biting your lips trying not to give him the satisfaction that he could dominate you so easily. "That, I, fuck, you better, with my tongue?" Your hips started moving, grinding against tae's mouth just wanting more. "Yah, jagiya~ I can't hear you," Annnnndddd stop 😂😳🙃 As you guys know I can't write full smut stories! My apologies...! -original story

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JiBooty’s Jealousy

You were in bed. It was 9:55pm. You were stressed from all the assignments you had been given and especially by your dance teacher, she would continuously teach the same move. Every time you thought about it you would picture her lip glossed teeth that made you cringe, it was just evidence that she had no idea what she was doing. 

~Ding Dong~ While flipping through tv channels you heard your door bell ring. You turn of your tv with the remote and place it on your bed side table. You pull the blankets away from you as you hopped out of bed. You were only wearing your black panties and a long white T-shirt. You walked from you door to the light switch, that turned on the lights for outside. You walked closer to the door and reached for the door handle. You pulled the door opened and you lips curved into a smile. It was Jimin. You opened the door a little wider to let him through. He walked passed you without saying a word as you closed the door. 

“Opp-” you turn on you heels going to face Jimin but his frame towers over you. His eyes gazing into yours, his arms crossed over his broad chest. You didn’t say a thing, you didn’t dare to look into his eyes, when he was like this it was better to go with whatever he needed to say and then cool it off later. Jimin took a step closer to you, you took a small step back as he cleared his throat. In habit you looked up at him meeting his eyes. 

“Who the fuck is he?”’ 

You were speechless. You and Jimin had broken up for about a month. you decided to stay friends so you were genuinely happy to see him but you wouldn't have any of this.

“Ya! Jimin Oppa bikyeo,” you warn. You weren’t scared of him even though his dark eyes had already made your soul shiver. You pushed him away, your palm hitting his chest. You leave a sigh before walking away. 

“Heh,” you heard him effortlessly laugh. His hand suddenly grabbed onto your wrist pulling you back infront of him, he slammed you up against the door, his knee resting just below your sex as his head dropped to the nape of your neck. “I wasn’t finished talking,” he growled lightly tugging on your ear lobe. Your breath hitched in your throat slightly struggling against his body. The more you struggled the more you were feeding his craving, he loved it when you played hard to get. His lips soon found their way to the nape of your neck, gently kissing against your skin. With each touch of his soft lips, there was a feeling igniting a burning sensation within your core. “Your body seems to be missing my touch,” he smirked, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips.. He slowly pulled away locking eyes with you. A sly grin found its way to his lips as you saw his tongue poke out to the side, eyeing you like he already knew he had you in the palm of his hands. 

“Now let me ask again,” his hands had found their way to yours. He in one quick movement pinned them above your head. Satisfied when your shirt had lifted up, he saw the naught panties you were wearing. He trapped both of your wrists with one of his hands while the other one snaked down to your inner thigh. “Who,” As his breathe caressed your lips his hand inched a little higher. “The fuck!” he growled dipping his head towards you lips roughly biting on too your bottom lip. “Is he?” he tugged on your bottom lip demanding an answer, letting you go to reply. 

“Jimin-” Before you could say anything he dropped your wrists, using his hand to catch your chin and tilt your head up towards him. 

“I dont normally say things more then twice,” he warned, that look shaking the sanity you were holding in your heart. 

“He’s just another dancer, we went out to lunch a few times to talk about choreography,” you said. You gave in, you couldn’t win not when he was looking at you like that and not when you were feeling like this. 

“Heh, you wanted choreography?.. Tonight I’ll show you how hard it is to handle my choreography, youll be screaming my namem to stop,”

Annnnd im going to stop there! Isn’t Jimin Hot oh Gwad! Not my gifs  -Original Story :)

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Too Sweet

Imagine Suga/Min Yoongi as the bad boy in class. 

Class. Psycology. Min Yoongi. 

They were the three things you hated, especially on an early Monday morning. 

Your P.O.V

Dont be fooled by his ash grey hair or by the way his emotionless expression looks harmless because the moment you think that, the wolf starts to bare it’s fangs. Today like usual i rushed to class hoping there would be another seat free wait, no on second thought a different seat free but of course, my hopes came crashing down. no matter how early i arrive, there is always only two seats free, the exact same free seats. Min Yoongi’s seat in the back corner and my seat right in front of his. I look around the class, noticing that Yoongi isn’t here.

“No!” taking my seat not a second later in he walks. his eyes filled with a fiery passion, lips curved with a devilish grin. “michyeosseo,” his framed towered over me, his minty Colgate breath kissing me on my neck. “wae, huh? i told you to answer you hand phone,” this sucked. i won a bet, a bet i never should have taken. It was at a party a sunbae was hosting... i was half drunk and took the dare from the 6 boys who called themselves BTS. The deal was whoever could make Yoongi mad would win.... I did win, but the punishment was being Yoongi’s slave until he got bored.

“heh,mwo? You think i’m joking?” he scoffed, licking his upper lip and gently grazing his bottom lip with his teeth. 

He leaned in closer, dropping to a squat looking me dead in the eyes before moving to my ear. His lips playfully nibbled my ear, his breathing heavy on purpose. His hand came in between us as he losened the tie around his neck. “y/n. You think you’re pretty naughty huh? if you don’t answer my phone call next time... I’ll show you what naughty really is” i froze in my seat. what did he say. my breath had stopped, my body shivered only feeling the warmth of the growl that ignited from Min Yoongi’s chest. “Be a good girl now okay,” He chuckled walking behind me and taking his seat. The bloody cocky bastard. 

Skip to Lunch. 

author’s P.O.V

“So, how is it going?” Eating lunch by yourself Jimin quickly took the chance to talk to you. 

“If you weren’t my best friend id have wacked Yoongi on the back of the head by now!” you frowned. fuming at the way he was always treating you, forcing you to be submissive in every and any situation. 

While distracted by your thoughts you heard Jimin burst into laughter.

“Yah! igeo mwoyeyo?” you hissed as he just couldn’t help it. 

“Want me to help you?” he smiled in between his giggles.

“Like you could do sooo much,” you sarcastically said rolling your eyes and looking up at him “Don’t forget that im in this mess BECAUSE of you and your friends,” 

while talking with your childhood friend, laughing even though you were still annoyed, you didn’t noticed but Yoongi was watching you guys. He was sitting with Namjoon and Jungkook when he heard the burst of laughter from Jimin. 

His eyes grew distants, his lips slightly parted allowing for one profanity to fall under his breath. 

“shibal,”  he felt a fiery pit in his stomach that wouldn't disappear. His jaw was slowly clenching watching your happy expression as you conversed with Park Jimin. When ever he saw you two, his heart missed that extra beat, his fist squeezing the anxiety away he felt when ever you and Jimin’s relationship was forced upon his eyes.

“Oh, Hyung?” Jungkook watched Yoongi’s expression harden from the sight of you laughing with another guy. 

“Oh, Jungkookie what up?” he smiled. trying to hold the grin he plastered on his face just for his dongsang. 

“About um...-”

“Bhahahahahahahhahahah! Mwo! Look at this!” out of nowhere Namjoon shoved his phone into Yonngi’s face and showed him this picture of a dancing tree. While he was distracted Namjoon grabbed Jungkook’s arm and shook his head. “Tell him about the party we’re throwing saturday night,” he whispered into Jungkook’s ear.

Your P.O.V

“He isn’t that bad, if you didn’t leave when we were younger you would have gotten to know him better,” Jimin smiled. “Just look at him,”Jimin nodded his head behind him, i took a deep breath and looked past him. I saw Namjoon and Jungkook talking but Yoongi’s face was covered by a phone. Namjoon slowly pulled the phone away and my lips curved immediately into a smile. Yoongi had this expression that i’ve never seen before, his cute eye smile and the way he softly giggled made my heart race, i was lost in his smile. 

“’i dont like him’ is what you said,” he chuckled watching your expression. You instantly break your glance from Yoongi and stared speechless at Jimin.

“S-shut up it’s not like that!” you defend yourself, dropping your gaze to your food. you didnt watch but you felt Jimin get up and come to sit next to you.  His expressions became serious and watched as you picked at your food. 

“Y/n,” he huskily whispered. you drop your fork at the sound of you name, you look up at him and meet his eyes.

“Ya!” Suddenly his expression fades and he has head locked you. His arm around your neck and his fist giving you a knuckle sandwich as he bites his lip looking down at you “Gaesekiya! Is that anyway to talk to your oppa! Huh?!” he bring you up towards his face and starts to make that awful kissy face at you that he has been doing ever since you were kids.

"Anya, Oppa Anya Mianeyo! Ya! Hajima!” as he brought you closer you began to squeal loudly as Jimin was trying to keep a straight face through it all! He slowly lets you go as you try and calm down. 

“Oh thats right, The hyungs, Taehyung, Jungkook and I are throwing a party this weekend.. you should come.” he smiled once again. 

“Oh... I can’t, i have things to do...” you lied apologising to him. 

“Oh Okay....” it went silent for a moment as you listened to Jimin respond. “Ya!” With a playful laugh he grabbed you once again, his arm around your neck again but this time he bought your face only inches away from his. “When your Oppa asks you to do something, shouldn’t you do it!” 

“Ahh! Oppa!” you whined trying to break free. “Arressoyo! ahh Oppa hajima!!” you laugh finally breaking free. not taking any chances you pick up your plate and move to where he was sitting before. 

Once again both of you had gained the attention of yoongi. you didn’t know it but Jimin sure did. he could feel his Hyung glare holes through his head as he continued to ignore it. 

“Hhaha look at your hair let me fix it,” Jimin smile moving closer to you gently putting his hand on your head and running his fingers through your hair. “Can’t have my best friend looking like this, i have an imagine to uphold you know?” 

“Wow thanks,” you sarcastically smile. suddenly you got message on your phone. Jimin pulled his hand away and watched you rampage through your pocket to find it. a groan left your lips and Jimin knew exactly who it was... 

“your Master calling for you?” he joked around as you shot him a death glare. 

“Any idea what Yoongi Oppa’s favoutie drink is? he just sent ‘get me my favourite drink’... like i would know.” 

“You actually should,” jimin said softly looking away. 

“What?” 

“Nothing!” he laughed it off once again going back to smiling. “Just go to the vending machine and I’m sure you’ll have an idea,” and with that you left. 

Jimin’s P.O.V

Watching the back of Y/n disappear i get up from the table and walk to where Yoongi hyung was sitting. 

“Real mature,” i laugh pulling the seat out and slouching in it next to him. 

“What? oh sorry were you with her? i was thirsty,” he commented, his montone voice not showing any interest. 

“Hyung.. do you like her?” 

“Mwo?” 

“y/n, do you like her?” 

“Wae? what’s it to you,” I watched as Yoongi’s body tensed, his upper right lip twitching.

“The party that we’re throwing tomorrow.. I’m going to tell her how i feel.. “

“Oi! Jimin!” Namjoon suddenly stood up, his veins prominent from his throat

“What? if he isn’t going to make a move why would i wait around for him?” 

“Ya! Jimin jugeullae?!” Yoongi shouted gripping on to my shirt as we both stood up. 

“Hit me and see what happens, she’ll probably hate you even more... better yet she still doesn’t remember you,” i grinned towering over Yoongi by 1 cm. “guess ill see you tonight,” and with that i grabbed his hands and pulled them off of me.

Author’s P.O.V

“Ah, Jotgatne,” Yoongi breathed. “Damn it!,” he screamed. The canteen area soon fell silent. Yoongi rampaging, kicking his chair over and flipping his food on the floor. 

“Aye Hyung calm dow,” Namjoon said, quicky grabbing him by the arm, holding him tightly. 

“Get off of me!,” he growled shoving him off. He kicked the chair once again before shoving his hands in his poket and walking off to the school rooftop.  

Yoongi’s P.O.V

‘Hhahah suga! what you doing?’ she laughed. 

‘What did i say about calling me that?!’ i growled, my black hair in front of my face staring at the little cutie in front of me.  ‘I’m trying to get coffee in a can but-,’

‘Eww coffee in a can?! aren’t you a bit to young for that?” she scolded at me, instantly taking the can of coffee away and throwing it in the trash. ‘Come, ill get you something better,’ she smiled grabbing me by the hand, she looked up at me, her h/c hair falling to frame her face perfectly as she firmly held on to my hand. ‘Oppa, ill treat you to something delicious today!’

those were the days. The days where she would helplessly follow me, never letting go of my hand no matter where we went... but now she, she, is just a distant memorie that Jimin seems to have hold of. 

“Oppa! Are you hiding?!” She was a loud mouth now. Turning around i saw the rooftop door barge open, the wind pushing her clothes just that little further up as she stormed towards me. “I was looking everywhere for you!” she stated trying to yell at me but couldnt. the power of being older, you gotta love it. 

“Why were you looking for me?” 

“Here take it!” she sighed shoving a box of tropical juice in y hand. “Before you yell at me, i didn’t know what you favourite drink was, but i always see you drinking coffee in a can! so here drink it!” i couldn’t believe what i was hearing, instead of seeing y/n i saw that little girl who stood in front of me, pouting every time she saw me drink canned coffee. 

‘Oppa~! i told you drinking coffee is bad! here drink this!’

“You never change, do you?” i chuckle pulling the straw from the juice box and poking a hole through it. 

She comes stands next to me her eyes never leaving my face , 

“what is there something on my lips?” i laugh looking towards her.

“S-suga?”

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-I'm better than your ex- It was hot, and no not because the club was filled with sweaty body's grinding on each other or because somewhere in this damn club there was a dick head smoking, it was because you were sitting at a bar, watching your friend pull some guy as you continued to sit at the bar not moving an inch-incase he saw you... This was meant to be a night that you would remember and a night to help you forget him. This was such a waist of time. Justin's P.O.V Ever since she walked in this club she hadn't moved at all, since the moment she sat that nice ass down next to me and from the moment her eyes stared at the scene in front of her. Her eyes stared at the lap dance this brunette guy was getting from a slut who was trying to grind it like she was hot. "Boyfriend?" At the sound of my voice I saw her body jerk up from the corner of my eyes, her chest bouncing in that low cut f/c mid-drift crop top. She looked towards me her lips slightly parted as I could smell a minty, honey sent. I was addicted already. "Ex," she corrected me turning her fine body to the counter. "Can I get twelve shots of your strongest alcohol," she ordered. Heh what a cute girl. Eleven shots later you could tell she wasn't a chick who normally got drunk, she got waisted on the first two. "First night of break up?" ◇ You had no idea who was talking to you. To be honest you weren't a strong drinker in actual fact this was the second time you had ever drank but boy did you feel good. "No actually.... it's my," you were trying to stop yourself from talking, who was he to know your whole life story but everything was just falling from your mouth without your head processing it. To stop yourself from doing anything stupid you grabbed your last shot of.. Whatever it was and held it to your lips. You took one last glance at the man who was making your heart bleed, the man who you dated for ten months and who brought two girls home when he thought you had left to see your family. Justin's P.O.V "Want help?" Just as the liquid was about to pour through those coloured thick lips she paused at the question, her eyes widened at what I had just said. "W-what?" "Do you want me to help you make him regret it," this was the first time she had actually turned her full attention to me, her eyes became curious but lacked the bright spark that was covered with the slur of her many drinks. "I don't even know you," I had to bite down on my lips to stop my self from laughing, "Sorry, even if you were famous I wouldn't be able to recognise you, the first time I drank I couldn't even recognise my own parents," "Yet you know the face of your ex boyfriend so well," it seemed I had hit the spot because her lips perused into a thin line and she became quiet. "What do you get out of this?" Her question was so innocent that it made me realise, she didn't know hot she was or how my pants were growing tighter by the second. "Dancing with a hot girl, what else," silence was all she had to reply with, her legs were pressed together more firmly then before and she had taken a tighter grip of the drink in her hand "Here," with a quick swipe I had stolen the drink from her hand and pulled it to my lips, I quickly closed the distance between us smashing my lips on to hers, without hesitation she pulled me in closer tilting her head to the side as I let the alcohol I had just drank flow around her tongue and run down her throat. Fuck! I slowly pulled away tugging on her bottom lip as her eyes were closed unable to see the way I was staring at her lips, loving the way she was gasping for air. "Let's show him why he should have never chose to dance with her over you," without hearing her response I grabbed her hand and led her into the field of people, we stopped a few people away from her ex and I saw her body tense. 

Rest up to you <3 

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So remember when Justin Beiber said he went on retirement? Well just imagine if you were the spark that started him again. 

 "Oh my, why does he even come to school?" 

 "It's not like his successful any more so what's with the conceited look?"

 "Why did he even come back to music class. How troublesome"

 "I would never sit next to a person like that!" Voices of concerned boys and girls travelled across one particular cream painted classroom. All this gossip, all this worry and all this bitching was about a boy with misunderstood gorgeous blue eyes and long straight blonde hair.

 "They say his cold soulless eyes could possibly make you faint from horror" Girls gave the poor boy disgusting and afraid looks as the boys teased him thinking that their manliness was measured by how nasty one could treat the other. 

 (Justin's P.O.V) 

 This school, these people, this universe and its unfair ways of judging all piss me off! Have you ever felt the anger inside your body boiling and bottling until you feel like your a volcano about to explode and destroy the 'important' human race? That sort of emotion is what I feel like every second and minuet of these worthless days 'God' apparently bestowed upon us. The reason why this school pisses me off is: 

(1) maybe if these students heads weren't so far up their own asses they would be able to see that not everyone is full of crap. 

(2) just because I don't make music anymore doesn't mean I'm not famous anymore, And lastly but not least 

(3) if these girls and guys were so scared of me. why would you keep gossiping about me like I'm not here? Wouldn't they stay completely stay away from me!? 

 "Alright everybody please take your seats" said the lame Mr. Maco as he was accompanied by the schools' bell walking in. Mr. Maco is definitely the worst home room teacher any student would not wish for! He can't control his own classes, he smells like he uses his dogs droppings for colon and he always treats me like I'm mentally broken, Even if I had a mental disability it would still be considered rude to try and dumb yourself down and pretend like you have respect for them when you so obviously don't! "Now students semester two has finally started.... yay" Mr. Maco sighed using his disappointed groaning voice. Oh right I also forgot, he talks like his a robot... the type that people couldn't upgrade because it's way of sentence structure was to ancient to over write. "As it is a new semester.... New opportunities come alone... Some may be horrible and you may never get the chance to get back up again... this year..." Sir continued to talk like there was no tomorrow, taking the longest pauses In his speech than normal. "Now for some exciting news" he groaned reading from a piece of paper, suddenly every ones attention was caught by the wooden mahogany coloured door swinging open letting in the freezing cold morning breeze. In walked a girl with (h/l) shiny silky looking beautiful (h/c) hair and complicated (e/c) honest eyes. She wore our school uniform, white blouse with a yellow vest over the top baring the three small white birds as our school symbol. Her blue skirt was surprisingly decently lengthened compared to the other hoes in this class. From her blue skirt was her dirt free white knee high socks with the normal black school shoes. This new girl walked into our class with full confidence, best posture and a big smile plastered upon her breath taking face. "This new student is (f/n) (l/n), please introduce yourself Miss (l/n)" sir said continuing to read from the white piece of paper in front of his eyes. 

"Hi, Im (f/n) (l/n), um I like to do any activity that is related to creativity. Um I like to cook, listen, read, and play music and I always try my best!" she grinned flicking some of her hair away from her face. 

 "How old are you?" some random brunette guy in class shouted.

"17, my birthday was a few months ago" 

"Why did you move here?"

"My dad got transferred for a new job" people in class continued to throw question in her way as she just smiled replying.

"Are you single?" suddenly every ones smile disappeared when the voice of Michael Clifford shouted cockily. Everyone started to laugh at his 'hilarious' 'joke' because he's so 'funny' 'hot' and 'so not ugly!' "No But seriously, are you?" Michaels voice was suddenly serious with a crooked smile painted across this stupid looking face. 

 "Hahaha, I don't know" she laughed. Michaels face went back to a normal smile probably thinking I can knock this girl up in no time. 

 "Now class please... quiet down... (f/n) Take your seat... please" (f/n) looked back at the teacher and smiled looking around the class to sit. Two seats away from the left there was an empty chair, two seats up the front and nearly every seat next to mine was free. 

 "Hi, You don't mind if I sit here, right?" in sudden shock my head found its way shooting up to meet her beautiful kind eyes. Her face was so calm, so innocent so... so not afraid. Ah what am I doing! I quickly look away looking down at the desk. "I can take that as a yes, right?" she smiled again trying to look in my eyes. I slowly nodded my head while she took a seat right next to me. "By the way I'm (f/n, and you are?" she asks probably smiling. 

 "You don't know me?" I asked shocked.

 "Hahaha, I was kidding Justin" she laughed. "Hey you don't happen to have a pencil I can borrow right? I kinda left all my stuff at the front office"

"Uh, Ye-" 

"Don't worry (f/n), You can borrow mine" (f/n) and I both looked up seeing dyed hair styled in a messy mop with green eyes looking down on us. Michael came over kneeling in front of her giving her a pencil. "Try not to catch disease from my step brother over there" he laughed winking at her while changing seats with some Asian smart kid to sit next to her. Jerk. 

 The bell quickly rang while everybody rushed out with their own personalised school bags. Before I could stand up (f/n) approached me with a confused look.

"Um I have music, you don't mind showing me where the class is right?" she asked. She looked at me straight in my 'conceited' blue eyes smiling like there was nothing she should be concerned about. 

 "(F/n) you coming?" Just before I could say something she turned over to where Michael was. 

 "Sorry um Sir told me to ask Justin to show me to my classes" she said still smiling. Liar. Michael shrek face Clifford walked away with a pissed off expression. Boy am I going to get it when I get home. "So you can show me right?" she asked smiling. Can she stop smiling its annoying now. I nodded my head as she followed me into the hall ways. 

 (F/n P.O.V) 

 Ow smiling actually hurts. 

 "Sorry about making you show me to my classes" I smiled once again trying to start conversation.

"Don't worry, I have music now" he told me blankly. I smiled at him again not knowing how to reply.

"So Michael Clifford's your brother, I'm surprised the whole world doesn't know about it?" I asked interested. 

"Step brother... not related in any other way"... 

 "Yeah, it sure looks that way" I mutter under my breath. Michaels very cocky, he has good looks no doubt about that but... sorry I forgot Jerk was meant to be hot.

"What do you mean?" Justin asked looking away with his face tensed. 

 "Huh? Oh no I mean-" 

 "Don't worry, you get use to it" he said sighing walking a little faster 

 "You do realise you don't have to 'get use to it?'" I told him cutting him off while running in front of him to stop him walking. 

 (Justin's P.O.V) F/n suddenly walked in front of me. Stopping me in my tracks and staring intensely into my orbs. 

"You do realise you don't have to 'get use to it?'" she told me. Her facial expression looked a lot different from when she smiled. Her face was tensed and the colour of her eyes hardened. Her red lips were slightly parted while her body was kinda slouching. "You'll be surprised who wants to have a friend like you and who doesn't, you just don't take shit from other people" her facial expression was still hard like she knew from experience. After a few seconds of silence her face softened into another smile. The bell suddenly rang symbolising that all students needed to get to class. 

 "Our music room is just a head" I say. She turned around not saying a word and took the first steps towards the music rooms. The music rooms were wide open as (f/n) walked in sitting down next to some girls who invited her over. I walked in standing in the back corner of the music rooms. I better stay away from this girl... she makes me think twice... she makes me want to kinda pick up a guitar again. 

"Justin!" My attention was soon caught as Mrs. Ficklepicker shouted my name with her dry red lips and lip glossed teeth.

"Hm?" I plainly replied.

 "While you were zoning out for the past eight minuets and thirty one seconds" Who the hell is ever that precise in reading the time? "you wouldn't be able to tell us what (f/n) sung would you?" she asked me raising her drawn on eyebrow. 

 "She sung?" I spoke without thinking. Mrs. Ficklepicker hated me.

"(F/n) dear?" she spoke softly looking in her way.

 "U-Uh yes miss?"

"Your vocal range and reading of music is surprisingly higher than the teaching of myself did you do music somewhere before?"

 "Ah yes, M.C. Academy" she told us.

 M.C Academy?! You have to be over eighteen to even step foot on their ground! How the hell did she make it?

 "Oh My, very impressive, have you ever taught someone the art of music before?" she asked her very intrigued.

 "Only once, it was my next door neighbours daughter, she was five"

 "Ah~ that's excellent you don't mind tutoring another five year old would you?"

 "Not at all" she replied quickly, a smile plastered on her face again.

 "Justin" the teacher glared-smiled at me. "Meet your new Music teacher" she evilly grins. Fuck!

The lesson continued as Mrs taught us the basic knowledge to compose a song. F/n knew all the answers putting her hand straight up but always quickly putting it down with no one noticing.

 Great, she's going to be coming to my house, she's going to see my family... she might even see my room... oh boy! -original story

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Just imagine being with Jackson "Wow, surprisingly I'm not surprised you're my lab partner," looking up from your phone you see last place Jackson rock up next to you in the library. "Oh that's funny neither was I.. Considering you placed dead last on your semester report," "Yeah okay, one time thing alright," he debated squinting his eyes as the top right part of his lip twitched. "Ha I guess you'd know all about one time things huh?" You joked around as he took his seat next to you, "Ha,ha,ha can we please just start so I can leave," "Yes sir!" You smiled turning to him, examining his face, his jaw was clenched and his eyes held annoyance. "What?" He sighed. The moment he spoke you bursted in to laughter hitting him on the arm. "Ouch hey!" "Tough guy or soft guy, your parents must be really proud," you grin locking gazes with him. "Ha, yeah proud," he scoffed tapping his pen on the table. "Yeah your real parents would have been proud," "Huh you know about them?" "Why want me to tell you?" You asked as he nodded insistingly, "Your Dad, a man with vision, eyes as clear as the sky, always knew what he wanted but you take after your mother, a beautiful lady dominant in the genes of blue eyes, kind hearted even though she was misunderstood a lot, intelligent probably the smartest in her grade, but most of all loved her son to the point her son became blinded." "W-what do you mean by that," "You Jackson, I don't know your parents at all but looking into your eyes... I can tell what kind of people they were." Jackson hesitated for a moment before pain showed in his eyes. "If they were so great why would they leave their son?" "But did they? You think of them all the time, you miss them so much you put up the tough hard skin when really you're just searching for a friend, you're blinded by the fact that you want be perfect but you're human and even if you weren't you'd still be 'perfectly' Jackson, right?" You giggled bumping him with your shoulder. "You know what text book you're not so bad," he smiled sincerely looking at you. "Not so bad at all,"

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Imagine Robbie Kay as the pussyslayer bad boy! "Oh and there she is the bub that I've always wanted to see," not even needing to look up you could already sense the jerk off aura from the table next to you. "Is there ever a day where you could, I don't know, possibly go to hell," "That's why i sit next to you isn't it love?" He chuckles and you could feel his smirk through the goosebumps on your skin. "I heard you got a new cat?" Looking up you saw a bunch of girls enter the classroom squealing like Robbie would when you would finally find the chance to nut him in the balls! "Yeah it's so cute, I play with it all night and it purrs when I touch it I'm a certain spot," the girls continued to squeal as you looked back down to your books waiting for school to start. "Hey y/n?" Robbie whispered turning to you as he slouched over his bag which laid on the desk. You turned to him with a sigh and looked at him disapprovingly. "What?" "It seems her cat likes to be patted, is your pussy the same? can I stroke it?" "What?!" The sentence that fell from his lips left you baffled as he continued to glow in his childish ways. "Or should I test the certain spot to see if you purr?" He smiled making his tongue poke at the side of his cheek. "Sorry I couldn't hear you over my pussy getting ready to claw your eyes out!" You growled turning back to your book. "Oh come on it was a joke what's up your ass?" He laughed pushing his bag to the floor. "Nothing!" "Well I can help with that problem-" fed up with his stupid British accent and his absent minded manners you throw a pen at him as he easily catches it. "I swear to god Robbie Kay I'm going to make you a one nut wonder if your keep harassing me!" "If you wanted to talk about my junk so bad you know you could have just-" "Please your down stairs is way to ri-dick-ulously small for my satisfaction," "Hey just a warning. My 'down stairs' always seems to be a pretty good chocking hazard," he winks clicking his tongue as he bites down on his bottom lip slowly. "Oh really? I thought your ego was compensating for your- well short comings," you replied giving him your pitiful look. "You wait y/n you'll fall for me like every other girl and you know it,"

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"I didn't know your sharpened your swords like you spat out your words," #DylanObriensavedme

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Imagine your first meeting with Thomas in the Maze Runner Thomas P.O.V 'I don't understand and I don't get it' it had been hours since I last saw anyone, where they went I didn't know but could they possibly have gone anywhere for Christ sakes we're stuck! "Don't move," there was whisper at my ear, a soft, scared girly whisper. To late to react she had my mouth covered with her hand pushing me to the tree as she showed herself. My eye widened.. Who was she? "I'm here to ask you a few questions!" Lightly nodding my head her body relaxed a sigh of relief exhaling through her lips. "Where am I? I woke up in a cage of some sort and I can't remember anything after that, I don't know who I am and I don't know why I'm here! You're the first person I've ever seen here, so please tell me!" Instead of that strong voice I thought she was going to use, her voice broke down into sorrow and depression. She was eager to find help as the tears that fell from her beautiful e/c eyes was her proof. Slowly removing her hand from my lips as she was too vulnerable, a small smile bestowed itself to me. "I'm Thomas, don't worry, we are in this together," -not my gif

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Can we just take a moment and pause to all agree on that Theo James looks like he was crafted by angels? 💁 just saying