#AND THEN HE JUST LEFT FOR P.E

[viilpstick]

NOT THE GUY IN MY CLASS APOLOGIZING BEFORE HAND ME A PAPER ASKING ME ON A DATE (I think??!??!?!), I ALMOST PASS OUT OMG

[eddiesxangel]

The Kissing Booth | E.M x G!N!Reader

Cw: flufffffff, mild angst on Eddie’s part. Smooching. Reader wears lipgloss. No use of pronouns.

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Eddie could not believe this was happening to him.

“Nope, nope, no way, man. Over my dead body-“

“What my boy means is he is grateful he is not being suspended and will graciously accept his punishment of volunteering at the school fair.” Wayne looks at his nephew with a glare in his eyes that Eddie hasn’t seen in a very long time.

“Great, then it’s settled,” Ms. Laughlin, the guidance councillor, smiles.

It was happening. Eddie was being served the most gruesome punishment, and all because he skipped P.E. of all classes.

Eddie Munson was being forced not only to participate in the school fair but to work the kissing booth, of all things.

How on earth would he survive this? Not only would he be the laughingstock of the school, but he would also have to endure the absolute embarrassment of having no one come up to his booth, and he would also have to be forced to participate in extracurricular activities.

“Just wait until Hellfire hears about this boy,” Wayne laughs as he drives him and Eddie back to the trailer.

All Eddie could do was roll his eyes; he could never show his face again.

“You’re not going to believe the rumour I heard today.” Nancy looks at you from over her shoulder. She is sat at your vanity.

“What?” You asked, intrigued, as you got dressed and got ready for tonight’s festivities.

“A little birdy told me that a certain someone is working the kissing booth tonight.” She smirks.

“Who?” You challenge her back.

“Who, what?” Robin walks into the bedroom from the bathroom.

“Nancy knows who is working one of the kissing booths tonight, but who’s telling me” you pout.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Robin smirks knowingly.

“Oh, not you, too! Come on, who is it!”

Robin and Nancy give one another a nod of the head before Nancy speaks.

“Eddie Munson.”

“Ha ha, very funny; you think I’m going to believe that? How gullible do you think I am?” You snort.

“No, it’s true! Shelly from the student council told me when we were working on the student paper! Instead of detention, this is his punishment, to help out at the fair tonight.” She wiggled her brows at you suggestively.

“Who else’s working it?” You try and ask casually.

Your friends knew about your crush on Eddie. It had been about a month since you confessed to one of your late-night sleepovers.

“Um, I’m not too sure what other guy, but I think Chrissy is working the girl's booth. Nancy shrugged.

“Cool…cool…” you turned to the closet, now faced with a sense of anxiety to find the perfect top.

Eddie was actually dying on the inside. Ten minutes until his “shift” at the booth, and he wanted to book it.

Running away would solve his problems, right? He would much rather be suspended than have to endure this humiliation. This was a cruel and unusual punishment.

He watched from the sidelines as Josh was at the booth currently. He was the senior star quarterback on the football team. Everyone wanted him. He could just see now the long line disbursing once he stood there.

"Hey man, you're up next in 5." Eddie was snapped out of his internal monologue when he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure how long he had been there stewing with his own thoughts. "Don't worry, it's not all bad. Some customers are cute," Josh smirks.

Oh god. What if he actually had to kiss someone tonight? He hadn’t thought of that option. Like, what if some actually came up? What would he do? Are they expecting tongue?

“You have some gum or something?” He asked quickly before Josh left.

He smirked and tossed him a pack of icy mint.

“Thanks.”

Eddie peaked around the corner to where the booth was set up. The fair was set up on the school football field. There was a small sign that said be back in 5 and no lineup to be seen.

That made Eddie feel a bit better; no one was there. That took some humility out of it.

Before Eddie could back out and run, he felt another hard hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Munson, your time to shine.” Jeff and Gareth practically dragged Eddie to the booth, kicking and screaming.

“You’re the worst friends ever,” Eddie huffed as they backed away from the booth. Watching him so he won’t run away.

“You can't serve the time and shouldn’t do the crime.” Jeff laughed.

“That’s not-“ Eddie was cut off mid-sentence as he saw Robin and Nancy pushing you towards the booth just like he had been moments ago.

“Don’t make me do this,” you plead with your best friends.

“You have to do it,” “It’s now or never,” “He’s right there. Just have him your ticket and pucker your lisp. It’s not that hard,” Robin and Nancy whispered in your ear as they dragged you towards Eddie.

“You guys, please, I can’t!” You say a bit too loudly as you fight back your friends from pushing you up to the booth.

You can see the look on Eddie’s face as you are pushed up the step of the booth. He looks disappointed? Disgusted? You’re not too sure.

You let out an embarrassing squeal as you stumbled in front of Eddie. “Um hi”

Despite not being well-acquainted with Eddie, you couldn't help but notice him whenever he walked by. You only exchanged a few words in passing and learned about him through your friends. Although you never had the opportunity to spend time together, you found him to be irresistibly charming and incredibly good-looking. Whenever you caught a glimpse of him in the cafeteria, he never failed to bring a smile to your face with his silly antics and infectious laughter.

“Uh hey,” he spoke back, clearly uncomfortable.

“Busy night for you?” You ask, trying to delay the inevitable.

“Uh nope.”

“Good,” you smile; the thought of Eddie kissing anyone else made you want to vomit.

“Good?” He cocks a brow at you. “The thought of nobody wanting to come up to the freak of Hawkins High is good to you?”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like-“

“Why are you even here?”

“Oh- well- I um-"

“No, I get it. You’re just here on a dare, or you lost the bet, right? I really thought better of Nancy and Robin; I thought they were my friends… You know I heard you say you can’t do this. I understand the thought of kissing me is so terrible that-“

You couldn't help but cut off Eddei from his intrusive thoughts. You held his face with both hands and smushed your lips together. The thought of Eddie thinking that about you was far worse than the fear of kissing him.

It wasn't everything you had dreamed of. However, the kiss was still nice. You felt the eruption of butterflies fill your stomach as Eddie deepened this kiss himself. You kissed him until you could no longer breathe. Only then is when you pull away.

“Woah”

“I hope that was okay.” You shy away.

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed as he took you in.

As he gazed upon you, he was struck by how pretty you were, which he had overlooked until now. The sweet aroma of strawberries wafted from you as the strawberry lipgloss lingered on his lips, just below his nose.

“Um, here,” you jut out your hand with the crinkled ticket you hadn't yet paid with.

“Oh no, no, the house,” Eddie said without thinking and that made you giggle.

“Well, I really only bought a ticket for this, so I might as well cash it in.” you flirt.

“Ok, yeah, sure. Two for one.” Eddie took the ticket from your hand and brought it back to cup your cheek before kissing you again.

You could hear the giggles and cheers of your friends from behind you in the distance, but your main focus was on Eddie. His soft, plush lips. His minty taste, the way his soft hair tickled your cheeks.

“Ok, lovebirds, that’s enough.” the supervising teacher returned with an unimpressed huff.

You begrudgingly pulled away, but with a smile nonetheless.

“Can I get your number?” Eddie’s mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.

“Come find us later, lover boy.” Robin giggled while snatching your arm and pulled you away before you could answer.

“Dude!” Gareth clapped his hands, having witnessed the whole thing.

“Maybe we should sign up for this,” Jeff laughed. A little jealous of what he just witnessed.

After you, Eddie didn’t care if he got another customer for the rest of the night. Maybe this whole kissing booth thing wasn’t too bad after all.

[ataliagold]

If Love Was Contagious I Might Be Immune To It

For @steddie-week day 2, prompts "hands" and "touch starved".

Title from an unreleased Noah Kahan song.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: T

W/C: 1916

C/W: Referenced death of a grandparent.

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, Steve is touched-starved, Steve has bad parents, platonic soulmates Steve and Robin, Eddie Munson is a sweetheart

Summary: Steve's early life is mostly devoid of love - until Eddie Munson.

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He’s eight years old, and his wrist is broken.

It’s the first time he’s broken a bone, but it certainly won’t be the last.

Steve cries silently in the school nurse’s room. His father hated it when he cried, always told him to man up, to grow up, to act like a Harrington.

He tried to keep the tears in, he really did, but his arm is throbbing and his wrist is turning a funny colour and he wishes he’d taken Tommy up on his offer to sit with him and wait for his mom to turn up but he’d wanted to be tough, tough like his dad, and he’d told him he wasn’t a baby and he’d be fine.

So, while he loses the battle against the tears cascading down his cheeks, he stays tight-lipped and quiet.

His mom arrives eventually. Steve sits there, clutching his wrist across his stomach as the nurse explains to Janet Harrington what had happened, that Steve had fallen in P.E, that the bone was definitely broken and he needed to go straight to urgent care.

Janet nods. Turns to Steve, expression tight and unreadable, and gestures quickly for him to follow her out to the car.

Steve quickens his pace behind her, little legs carrying him along behind the click-clack of her heels.

He reaches for her hand with his good one.

Knows he shouldn’t, knows he isn’t supposed to keep trying to touch because he’s a big boy now, he doesn’t need to be held and coddled anymore.

But he’s hurting, and he wants his mom.

She tightens her hand around his almost in surprise, squeezing sharply.

“For goodness’ sake, Steve,” she hisses, dropping his hand again like it’s something bad, “do you want all your friends to see you like this? Act your age.”

Steve snatches his hand back to his side. Blinks through the new flood of tears in his eyes, swallows thickly, keeps his gaze on the hard tiled floor.

He’s eight years old, and his mother doesn’t want to hold his hand.

*****

He’s fourteen years old when his grandma dies.

Smoking with Tommy behind the bike shed at the school, they are quieter than usual.

The funeral is this weekend. Steve’s never been to a funeral before.  His mom ordered him a suit the day after they got the news, the reality of it barely sinking in before he was being stood in front of the mirror in the store while a man wrapped a tape around him, taking his measurements while his mom tapped her foot behind him.

He wonders what will happen when his parents go away, now that he can’t go and stay with grandma. He’ll miss her. He’ll miss her like hell.

No more baking, no more helping her plant flowers in her sunny backyard, no more taking slow walks to the park with her little yappy dog.

“Sorry,” Tommy mutters eventually, stomping the butt of his cigarette into the dirt.

“Huh?” Steve asks, not looking up.

“You know. About your grandma.”

“Oh,” Steve waves a hand, cigarette between his fingers. Nonchalant. Unemotional. Harrington. “S’fine, she was just some old lady.”

Tommy sniffs, raises an eyebrow. “It was your grandma, man.”

Steve shrugs, forces a smirk. “Reckon she left me anything in her will?”

He burns as he says it.

He doesn’t want money. Doesn’t want things. He just wants his grandma back.

Tommy snorts out a laugh, shakes his head, punches Steve lightly in the shoulder. “You’re a dick.”

Steve takes a long drag on the cigarette, blows the smoke out towards Tommy’s face. His friend swears and shoulder charges him, wraps his arms around Steve’s waist and the two of them start to wrestle.

Here, with the stench of tobacco on his breath, grunting as he tightens his grip on Tommy and shoves him roughly aside, Steve thinks this is the closest he’s been to a hug for a long time.

A silent tear tracks down his cheek, and Steve wipes it away before Tommy can see it.

He’s fourteen years old, and his best friend would rather punch him than hug him.

*****

He’s seventeen years old and in love with Nancy Wheeler.

Nancy holds his hand, sometimes. She kisses his cheek, smiles shyly when he wraps an arm around her waist, lets him touch.

But only sometimes.

And that’s ok, Steve thinks. He knows he can be too much, that he asks for too much, that ever since he was a little boy all he wanted was for someone to hold him, and now that he’s older, to hold someone in return.

He had to keep that in check. Had to keep his touches few and light – just a brush of his thumb over Nancy’s hand where he wanted to interlock their fingers, where he wanted to squeeze her tight to his chest and burrow his head into her shoulder and turn himself inside out for her.

He dreams about the creature that came out of the wall, sometimes.

Wakes up sweat-drenched with his pulse galloping, feels across the bed for Nancy’s hand because he keeps sneaking into her bedroom at night to sleep because he can’t handle being on his own right now.

She wakes. Holds his hand briefly, tells him it was just a dream, rolls over, lets his hand go. Faces away from him.

Steve tells himself it’s fine. His heart is still pounding, he’s still trembling slightly, but it’s fine.

He wishes Nancy would hold his hand a little longer. Wishes she’d tuck herself closer to him, press her lips to the back of his head, hold him until he’s able to fall asleep again.

But he’s a man now. He’s a Harrington, and he doesn’t need to be held.

Nancy had nightmares sometimes, too.

She’d cry out in her sleep, and Steve would carefully wrap an arm around her, murmur into her ear, tell her she was safe, that he had her.

When Nancy woke, she’d push him away. Tell him she needed to breathe, that she needed some space.

Steve tried to give her space. Tried other ways to try and help Nancy feel better – then came Tina’s party, then came the drink staining Nancy’s top and a cold bathroom and bullshit.

Steve was seventeen years old, and his love was bullshit.

*****

Steve is nineteen years old, and he has the best friend in the entire world.

He and Robin are glued at the hip. She hugs easily, drapes herself across him, nudges him with bony hips and elbows and grabs his hand when the lights at Family Video flicker because she knows that still terrifies him.

Steve’s not used to it.

To having someone reach for him, to pull him into a hug, to voluntarily reach out and touch him like there isn’t something wrong with him.

And so, he never reaches for her first. Always lets her initiate contact, because he never wants to be too much, not like how he was with his mother, with Nancy.

She’s standing next to him at work now. Shuffling through returned tapes, letting out a bored huff, leaning back on her elbows on the counter.

The bell above the Family Video door chimes.

Steve doesn’t look up until Robin pokes him in the ribs, until she waggles her eyebrows at him.

“Look who it is,” she whispers, with zero subtlety.

He doesn’t have to look to know it’s Eddie.

Because they’ve been playing this game for a while, Robin doing her best to bring the two of them together, to nudge them from this painful will-they won’t-they situation into something more serious.

The truth is, Steve’s head over heels for the other man.

And he doesn’t know what to do with that, doesn’t know where to put it, because he doesn’t want to half-ass anything ever again – if he’s going to love Eddie, he wants to do it with everything he has, but everything Steve has always seems to be too much for everyone else.

If he ruins what he and Eddie already have, this easy friendship, it would put a strain on his relationship with the kids too, and everyone had already been through so much, he couldn’t…

“Oh my god, dingus,” Robin groans.

Eddie’s wandered on past the counter after shooting Steve a grin, headed for the sci-fi section tucked away in the corner.

“What?” Steve huffs.

“I can literally see the little cogs turning in there,” Robin flicks her index finger against the side of his head. “For the sake of my sanity, just talk to him. Please.”

“Fine,” Steve harrumphs, tossing a case to one side. “But if this goes badly, I’m blaming you.”

Robin smiles wide, reaches for his hand, squeezes it gently, encouragingly. “Go get him, Stevie.”

Steve is nineteen years old, and he finally has someone to hold his hand, even if not quite in the way he’d been longing for.

*****

Steve is twenty-two years old, and sometimes he’s so overwhelmed by love for this man that it stops him in his tracks.

He’s draped across Eddie, the two of them on the couch with the TV quietly playing something in the background but Steve doesn’t hear it.

His head is on Eddie’s chest, ear pressed to his heart, listening to the soothing rhythm of his boyfriend’s pulse.

Eddie has his arms wrapped tightly around Steve, one hand tracing gently up and down his bare back, fingers tracing over moles and scars and the ridges of his spine.

Steve breathes him in. Presses his head further into Eddie, like he could burrow into him. Wanted to, sometimes.

Eddie’s chest vibrates gently as he chuckles.

“Y’ok there, Stevie?” he asks, and kisses the top of his head.

“Mmmm,” Steve manages, voice muffled by Eddie’s chest.

It had taken him a long time to realize that Eddie wasn’t going anywhere.

In the early days of their relationship, Steve had been…restrained. Muted, afraid to overwhelm the other man, trying to carefully seek out where Eddie’s boundaries were, work out just how long he could hug him for, just how many kisses were too many, when Steve was starting to step over into being too damn much…

Three years later, and he still hadn’t found that boundary.

Eddie took everything Steve had to give him and poured it back tenfold.

He’d smile into Steve’s mouth when he kissed him, run his tongue along the seam of Steve’s lips until he let him in, he’d trace every mole and blemish on his skin with his fingers and then his mouth until Steve was squirming and laughing under him, he’d stroke and hold and squeeze and give and take.

Steve had so much love to give, and Eddie was hungry for it.

They’d been lying here for hours tonight. Skin to skin, Eddie warm and pliant under Steve, humming happily when Steve tightened his hold on him, when Steve’s breath puffed over his collarbone.

“Stevie?” Eddie asks eventually, hand resting in chestnut locks, nails scratching gently over Steve’s scalp.

“Yeah?”

“You ready for bed, sweetheart? You gotta get up early for work.”

Steve sighs, tucks himself back into Eddie’s chest. “Little longer?” he murmurs.

Eddie smiles. Lowers his hand to the back of Steve’s neck, massaging the muscle there, feeling the moment Steve sinks further into him.

“’Course, Stevie. As long as you like.”

Steve is twenty-two years old, and he finally has someone to hold him.

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[urfavlarry]

Cigarettes After Sex

Joost Klein x fem!reader

warnings: implied smut

a/n: sorry this is so short, tried to get something out as soon as possible for you guys🩵

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The room felt hot. The type of hot when you went to change after P.E. in the changing room during the summer. You panted slightly, head rested on the fluffed up pillows, goosebumps evident on your arm as your boyfriend rubbed your back with his slender fingers. You let out a sigh, lifting yourself up by the shoulders your upper body getting exposed which made you look away. You heard Joost chuckle, bringing you closer your sweaty bodies tangled together. “Why so shy? You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” He says, voice more low and raspy than usual. You smiled softly, running your hand through his messy blonde, almost white hair, deciding to get up you slip from under the covers, not without Joosts protests; “Just stay for a few more minutes..” He whined but you managed to slip from his grasp, your bare skin getting hit with the cold air. You shiver slightly, stretching before getting up to grab some fresh pyjamas and walk to the bathroom, running yourself a warm bath. You groan, your aching body finally relaxing in the boiling water. It hurt but felt so good on your skin. You decide to stay like this for about 15 minutes, getting yourself clean and ready for bed, slipping on your fresh pyjamas and dry your soaking wet hair.

You get out of your bathroom and walk down the small hall to your bedroom, Joost only in his boxers, lighting some candles and turning on the LEDs you bought when you moved in together. You admired his body, your stomach turning even after seeing it hundreds of times before which made you feel like an obsessed fan girl. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back gently. He turned you around, admiring every part of you looking love struck. He kisses you on the forehead before going to get his sweatpants that were across the room and grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of the pockets. He gestures the box towards you, offering you one so you gladly accept, grabbing a random lighter from your bedside table and walk to your balcony after quickly grabbing one of Joosts hoodies.

You sat on the seats you got for the balcony, bringing your knees to your chest and look at the streets of Amsterdam. You exhale the grey smoke and rest your head on Joosts shoulder who sat right next to you. He put a comforting hand on your bruised thigh, gently rubbing circles on it and kisses the side of your head. “The moon is so beautiful today mijn liefje.” (my love) He says, kissing your cheek and then the corner of your mouth. He moves down to your neck, feeling soft pecks on your skin you let out a soft gasp since your neck was covered in love bites he left just a few hours ago. “I love you too.” You say and inhale the smoke one last time before putting it out and throwing it in the ashtray in front of you on the small coffee table you had on the balcony. A comfortable silence fell upon the two of you you, Joost rubbing your arm softly and you were practically falling asleep. The cars passing by and the chatter of drunk teens that were out way past their curfew was lulling you to sleep. You weren’t the type to fall asleep when it was dead quiet, always soft music playing in the background or you just left the window open for some noise to come in. Joost didn’t mind this at all, he was quiet a heavy sleeper not even a cold bucket of ice being able to wake him up.

Joost takes out another cigarette, lighting it and inhaling the smoke before letting the smoke leave his lungs. He offers you the cigarettes, putting it up to your mouth and you gladly accept, letting it burn your lungs a soft sigh escaping your lips. The sun was about to rise, the dark blue colour turning a purple-ish to pink colour. It hit your eyes perfectly, bringing out the colour of your eyes more. You groan, not enjoying that the sun was literally trying to burn your eyes alive. Joost throws the now cigarette butt away and lifts you up, walking with you back to your bedroom and lays down on the bed with you. Your legs get tangled together, it was almost as if it was now an instinct to do that whenever you cuddled or went to sleep. You burried your face in his neck, shutting your eyes as a quick yawn escaped your lips. “Please tell me your staying home tommorow..” You plead, sounding almost like a desperate child. Joost just nods tiredly, kissing you on the forehead “hm.. goede nacht schat..” He says while yawning and clings to you like his life depended on it. He slowly fell asleep, leaving you slone with your thoughts. This was almost like a dream, this whole event, but even if it was you couldn’t have asked for a better one.

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[hoshifighting]

— Synopsis: Nerd!Jeonghan finds himself desperate when one of the jocks takes his cell phone form his hands, the cell phone that is open to your conversation, afraid that the jock will expose your privacy. Jeonghan, the good boy, ended up at the principal's office. — WARNINGS: The jocks are bullies, suggestive content, nudes. — This is a part 3 of Nerd!Jeonghan – Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Ever since you and Jeonghan had sex, things had changed between you two, but in a good way. He was more confident, sending you more messages, and taking the initiative to talk to you. During class, he'd often text you after finishing his work, and you'd share secret glances, especially when the messages were funny.

Today, you were texting him after your P.E. class while he was in the middle of his lesson, eyes glued to his phone. Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed his phone. It was one of the jocks—again.

Jeonghan's heart raced, especially because the phone was open to your contact. He didn’t want the guy to invade your privacy, especially considering the intimate photos you sent him sometimes.

“Why so worried, Jeonghan? Did Y/n send you something I shouldn’t see?” the jock sneered, dodging Jeonghan’s attempts to reclaim his phone.

The more the jock scrolled, the more Jeonghan’s anxiety grew. He began reading out loud one of the compromising messages: "Can't wait to see you tonight, my love, I was thinking about you all day and—"

Before he could finish, Jeonghan’s fist collided with the jock’s face, making him stumble back in shock. The class went silent, everyone’s eyes on them. Jeonghan grabbed his phone from the jock’s loosened grip and bolted out of the classroom into the hallway. The jock, now fuming with anger, chased after him.

When you left the locker room, you noticed a commotion. Jeonghan’s name was on everyone’s lips, and that made you worry. His name wasn't often mentioned, so if it was now, something serious must have happened.

You began searching for him around the school, your anxiety growing with each passing minute. Just then, your phone buzzed with a message from Jeonghan: I’m in the principal’s office.

You opened the door to the principal's office and stepped inside. The principal glanced up at you, her expression stern. James and Jeonghan sat in front of her, and to your surprise, Mina, one of your friends, was also there.

"What happened?" you asked, looking at the principal.

Before Jeonghan could speak, the principal explained, "Jeonghan punched James during class. It was quite a disturbance."

You were shocked. "Jeonghan punched someone?"

Mina chimed in, "He punched James because he was reading out loud from Jeonghan’s phone. He was invading his privacy and being a complete jerk about it."

You turned to the principal, concern etched on your face. "You're not giving Jeonghan a suspension, right? This would go on his college record."

The principal sighed. "I was going to, but Mina showed me a video she recorded of the whole incident. It clearly shows James provoking Jeonghan. So, Jeonghan is released."

James stood up, but the principal quickly added, "No, James, you stay. We need to discuss your behavior."

As you all left the office, you turned to Mina, gratitude evident in your eyes. "Thank you so much, Mina."

"No problem," she said with a smile before heading off, leaving you and Jeonghan alone in the now empty hallway.

Without saying a word, you hugged Jeonghan tightly. He hugged you back, his embrace comforting and warm. As you started walking home together, you finally broke the silence.

"I can't believe you punched him," you said, a mix of amusement and disbelief in your voice.

Jeonghan chuckled softly. "I couldn't let him keep reading our messages out loud. He was invading our privacy, and I just… reacted."

"You did the right thing," you assured him, squeezing his hand. "But I'm glad Mina had that video. A suspension would have been terrible."

"And those photos..." Jeonghan began, his voice a bit shy. "They're only mine to see." He avoided looking directly at you, his cheeks tinged with a light blush.

You couldn't help but smile at him, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. You gave his shoulder a playful bump with yours. "Of course, Jeonghan. Those photos are just for you."

Jeonghan let out a small sigh of relief. "It feels good to hear that. I never thought I'd actually punch someone, though."

As you continued walking, the conversation turned lighter, and you both talked about your plans for the weekend, upcoming assignments, and your favorite shows. The atmosphere was easy and comfortable, a stark contrast to the earlier chaos.

When you finally reached your house, you paused at the doorstep, turning to face him. "Do you want to come in for a bit? Maybe we can watch something or just hang out."

Jeonghan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, I'd like that."

You opened the door and led him inside, the familiar surroundings of your home bringing a sense of comfort. As you both settled onto the couch, you leaned in close, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. The TV played softly in the background, but your focus was entirely on each other.

As you both sat on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light, you noticed Jeonghan glancing at you with a curious expression.

"Why are you spacing out?" he asked, his voice gentle but inquisitive.

You should say it? Should you say, that after the worry passed, the simple fact that Jeonghan went so far –as to punch someone because of you–, made you ten times more attracted to him? Was it a good situation to feel that way? Definitely not.

But you can't forget the scene you saw on Mina's cell phone, a confident Jeonghan punching someone in the face, risking everything, afraid that someone would see the risky nudes you send him.

You bit your lip, feeling a flush of heat rise to your cheeks. "It's just… seeing you punch James was very… hot."

Jeonghan scoffed, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Hot? Really?"

You sulked, playfully pushing his shoulder. "Don't judge me."

He leaned in closer, his smirk turning into a soft smile. "I'm not judging you," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "You standing up for yourself like that, so confident and strong… it was really sexy. Made me want you even more."

Jeonghan took a sharp breath, his eyes widening slightly.

"Jeonghan..."

"Hm?"

"I'm wet."

[bones4thecats]

When Their S/O Meets Their Sibling(s)

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: When Their S/O Meets Their Sibling(s) Characters: Trey Clover, Jack Howl, Jamil Viper, and Rook Hunt Idea-Giver: Random Ideas

A/N: I named Rook's siblings after the pieces of a chess-game as a headcanon! (btw they’re french names)

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🧁 Trey loves his family so much, and he really wanted you to love them just as much as he did, as they’re basically his whole world

🧁 So, when he received a message from his mother stating that they would be dropping by for a couple days for a small break from the family business, much to both his joy and nervousness

🧁 He was nervous that maybe his family wouldn’t like you or you wouldn’t like his family. And if it was the latter, he really didn’t want to break your heart…

🧁 You stood beside him outside of Heartslabyul as he put his phone away, he had read a message from his father saying they had just arrived and were coming to his dorm

🧁 Gripping his hand tightly, your smile made him sigh and kiss the hand holding his with such care and devotion. You really were perfect. How could they not like you?

🧁 As he spoke to his parents as you played with his younger siblings, his sister smiling as you gave her a small rose-spun flower crown as his brother messed around with a little set of toy vehicles you had gotten for Grim to mess with while Yuu busied himself

" I must admit, Trey. I’m surprised how amazing your S/O is handling those two. " " I agree with your mother. They seem so… content with them around. Unlike their last babysitter. I’ve never seen someone so happy to leave. "

🧁 Trey stared at you with his parents and smiled gently, he even had to admit, it was surprising how good you were holding them together. Normally the person watching them would be on the couch rethinking their life-choices, but not you…

🧁 And before his family left after the two days of vacation with their son, hearing his siblings ramble about how amazing you were as they held tiny gifts you had made them, he knew you were the one

🧁 He can’t wait to see your reaction after graduation day

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🐺 He really wanted you to meet his family. To a beastman of his kind, family is everything. They raised you and gave you a chance at life for crying out loud!

🐺 His family and his are very close, and that is shown multiple times throughout your relationship. The way he would smile gently when looking at the photos on his camera roll that contained his grandparents, parents, and younger siblings made your heart swoon

🐺 Because of how close he was with you and how close he was with his family, he was very happy when the ‘Family Day’ was announced to happen

🐺 He immediately had sent an email to his parents with the note that he wanted them to meet you, who was his new S/O, and hopefully his only one

🐺 When they had arrived, their tails all wagged as they hugged, you just smiled as your family walked away to speak to another one of your close friend’s parents, who were visiting him for the next few days to help with P.E. classes while Vargas was away

🐺 His siblings had gotten bored and pulled you away from their older family members, asking you if you had anything fun to do, much to your enjoyment

" Y/N! Lookie what I made! It’s a drawing of you, grandma, grandpa, papa, mama, and big brother! " " Oh, that looks so cute, sweetie. "

🐺 Jack smiled as you gently held the drawings that his younger sister and brother made of you and his family, and once his mother and grandmother caught a glace, they couldn’t stop complimenting how good you looked alongside their son, much to his embarrassment

" You know, your son did a good job picking an S/O. " " I know. Honestly, I figured he’d go for a meat-head. Oh, how wrong was I? "

🐺 His tail wagged slightly as he overheard his grandfather and father speaking to one another, they really liked you? Now he knew for certain that you were a keeper

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🐍 Jamil did not want to deal with his sister coming to Night Raven College, since she was known to be quite hard for him to handle, especially with Kalim there

🐍 When his sister did shoot him a text saying that she was just a couple minutes from school grounds and was planning on coming over after the day was over to see her brother, he groaned and asked her not too

🐍 Unfortunately, she was very stubborn, much like her brother. Not that he admits it

🐍 She did send him a small message saying that she wanted to meet his supposed S/O as well, but he had gotten busy keeping Kalim from jumping from his balcony and onto his magic carpet, so he had no chance to actually read the message

" Y/N! It’s so good to finally meet you. Let me just say my brother doesn’t stop talking about you over summer, it’s gotten annoying. "

🐍 Jamil watched with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as his sister and Kalim began discussing how much Jamil talked about you after your first year’s summer, revealing just how much he admired you back then until current day

" Okay! Let’s not keep this going, it seems that Jamil is flustered~ " " Shut up… "

🐍 Najma smiled and pat her brother’s shoulder with a laugh as she grabbed your hand and dragged you around Scarabia as Jamil followed you, her, and Kalim

🐍 He watched as you would smile and try keeping the two energetic people calmer than usual, thank goodness you had just as much patience as him when it comes to this kind of thing

" My older brother always raves about your eyes, saying they looked like the night and day’s sky, comparing the sun to the sparkles your eyes contain. He’s so cheesy! " " Right? I heard him talk about their selflessness with so much happiness that I thought he was another person! " " Alrighty then! Let’s calm ourselves, I don’t want Jamil erupting like a volcano… " " Aw! They care so much about you, brother! How sweet. "

🐍 The blush on his cheeks erupted at how calm you acted with him, you cared about him that much? Normally whoever discusses with his sister just agree that he’s an oddball

🐍 You really are an amazing person, huh?

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🏹 Rook adores his siblings, both older and younger, very much

🏹 They are fairly similar to him when it comes to personalities, but they are quite different in their own unique ways, his oldest sibling, Leroy (King), for example loves to take photos instead of watch for a while like Rook

🏹 When he received a letter from one of his oldest younger sibling, Chevalier (Knight), saying that they were going to come by and visit him, he smiled and told you immediately, asking if you would care to meet his family

🏹 You just smiled and nodded at his enthusiasm, you knew he cared for his siblings and you very much, so you understood why he wanted you guys to meet badly

🏹 Hugging you from behind as he pressed his hat on your head to protect you from the sun’s strong rays, Rook’s signature smile seemingly was twice as large as he awaited the arrival of his multiple family members

" Rook! "

🏹 Turning around from the bench, Rook laughed with a booming sound as his three younger siblings, Chevalier, Évêque (Bishop), and Pionne (Pawn), jumped into his arms as his older ones, Leroy and Reine (Queen), stood and chuckled

🏹 Reine looked at you and pushed her hair behind her ear as he embraced you. This didn't surprise you, you predicted that all of the Hunt siblings were very affectionate and bold with their actions

" It is a delight to meet you, Y/N! Our brother sends us letters about you constantly! I must admit, it’s sweet to read how kind you are with our unique brother. "

🏹 Hearing that made your heart swoon as Rook nodded and smiled sweetly at his younger siblings, patting their heads as they showed him photos of things they had either caught or had made during the past few days

🏹 He is unique like they say, but he’s your kind of unique, and you wouldn’t change him for the world… despite Grim’s many protests while Yuu holds him back…

🏹 That cat was gonna be the death of you…

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MY Girlfriend (Tamaki Amajiki x F!Reader)

Whenever you were called away for your work-study, both you and Tamaki had to accept that you could be gone for a couple of days or a couple of weeks. Every time you were away, Tamaki kept his phone in his hand whenever he could help it. He didn’t know when you were busy, if he were to text you while you were busy doing work then you could get distracted and something could fall on your head, or a villain can find you, or shoot you, or a bomb could go off, or your mentor might yell at you for having your phone on. This is why he rather be the one to check his messages around the clock, just in case he missed a vibration. 

He would rather be the one to wait until you text him at the end of your work period to talk about your days, even if it was when he’d barely put down his suitcase in his dorm in the earliest hours of morning. No matter how many white hairs he gets, it will always be worth it when he gets those clusters of messages saying when you were coming back to him. Every time he reread those messages, the knots in his body became looser.

Within the next twenty-four hours, you were all his. 

Whenever he could, Tamaki checked his phone, giving it a light squeeze whenever he saw an update on your whereabouts. He couldn’t contain his smile when he read the text saying you were on the second-to-last train on your way back while he walked from the lockers to class. Nejire had no problem loudly asking questions about the messages, which put unwanted attention on him from people wanting to know when you would be back from your two-week mission. He was proud to say that he didn’t go out of his way to hide his face with the wall, instead he simply used the cellphone to shield his eyes. 

You were going to be on campus before the last class ended. When school is over, Tamaki is going to run to the P.E. Grounds and you two will spend the rest of the day together.

That’s all Tamaki hoped for. You two could take a stroll around the quiet parts of campus; or catch up on your tv show; or put a movie on while catching up; honestly anything you wanted to do with your time back, even if it was just taking a nap, Tamaki would be on board with. As long as you were here with him, he’s good.

When he went around the bricked corner of the gym building and saw the small crowd of people circling around what was supposed to be your reunion spot, his hopes were dashed. It seems that word spread around about your arrival, and the first and second years had beat him to it. He could hardly see you from where he was standing, but he was able to hear the constant questions from the younger students. Tamaki’s heart raced just looking at the tight-knit crowd, he didn’t want to imagine how suffocating your spot was right now. You probably couldn’t see him with how tall the other students are. He hid behind the wall, thinking in a minute the press-conference would be over.

However, as time passed, they did not let up on their questioning. Tamaki peaked past the corner, wishing the, now gapping, crowd was gone, and in those gaps he could see you. You weren’t in either uniform and your hair was a bit sloppier than normal, after all there were only so many things you can pack for a two week mission before it was too bulky to keep around. You had a few gauze pads and bandages on your head and your arms from the stories that you told him about, but when he looked downward his eyes widened.

You still had your suitcase with you.

You didn’t have the chance to put your stuff down and you’ve been getting hounded for the past, who knows how long? 

Tamaki swallowed the lump in his throat and went around the crowd to the gap on your right side. He kept his gaze down as he grabbed the handle of your suitcase, he couldn’t freeze up now. Tamaki placed his left hand on your furthest shoulder and felt it tense–

“Tamaki!” He didn’t look up, but the delight in your voice gave him a butterfly or two in his stomach. Tamaki started to guide you away from the students.

“Wait, come back!”

“Where are you taking her?”

“Amajiki, where are you going?”

“You didn’t finish the story!”

Tamaki kept his head down, but found the courage to pause and glance up at the students. “I’m sorry, but she just came home and hasn’t had the time to put her things down. She worked for two weeks and is probably exhausted.” Tamaki turned to you. There was a smile on your face. It was small, proud, and made him feel like he could accomplish anything. He turned back to the younger students, “she might be your upperclassmen, but she’s MY girlfriend.”

The crowd tensed up, and Tamaki put his attention back down to your suitcase. The group then started saying how they were sorry for being inconsiderate of your time. Tamaki took that as his cue to finally take you away to rest.

“Amajiki!” Tamaki paused, hearing Kirishima’s voice. “What you did just now was really manly!” 

His face was getting hotter under the gold sky. He gave your shoulder a light squeeze, wondering why he had to say that last part out loud. 

“I’m taking my girlfriend home!”

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When you were away from the admiring hero course students, you told Tamaki that you really just wanted to lie down in your own bed, after two weeks of work. Tamaki had no problem setting up your room with food and entertainment for the rest of the afternoon, while you took a shower and got comfortable. 

Now here you are lying down, catching up with your sweetheart of a boyfriend, while the tv plays in the background. You paused from playing with Tamaki’s hand, smiling at what happened only a couple of hours before.

“You know, it was really hot– the way you were all intimidating and protective of me…”

Tamaki ran his free hand up to cover his eyes and his flushed skin. “It was… fine– what do you mean intimidating?”

“You scared them with your intense gaze, I’m pretty sure they’re going to have nightmares, but you did a good job- saving me,” you continued with a playful tone.

Tamaki took a deep breath and moved the hand from his pink face. His eyes met yours briefly, traveled around the room, then went back to your face. “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

[splatashahowlett]

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logan howlett x reader (inspired by @keigohawks <3)

you've been a teacher at xavier's school for gifted youngsters for a decade now and you loved everything about it. the kids were wonderful, the place was amazing and the other teachers (that you were lucky enough to call your friends) were the sweetest people on earth. nothing was missing.

well, if you wanted to go into details: settling into a routine was pretty hard for you. you were used to going on adventures, meeting new people everyday, feeling the thrill of getting caught when you where somewhere you weren't supposed to be. so waking up everyday at 7, eating breakfast with ororo and jean, teaching your class all morning, eating lunch with ororo and jean, teaching your class all afternoon, eating dinner with ororo and jean and then going to sleep after showering was draining. again, you loved your life here and wouldn't trade it for anything, but you got used to it. and that was the worst thing that could have happened.

so when he came along, you saw the perfect opportunity. logan howlett was the new P.E teacher and to say that you two got along very well would be an understatement. you loved the dynamic between you two, you were constantly bickering over who the kids liked more (the obvious answer being you) or who could run the fastest considering you had a very similar mutation as his, you could also fight (read flirt) over who knew more about elvis presley biography.

the whole school was waiting for you to get together already. it wouldn't be that big of a deal anyway taking into account that you both already acted like a couple. you would go together at any type of meeting/social event. logan would stand very close to you without even noticing. you would always have each others back when one of the students complained about the other. charles would assign you two on missions together cause you were the only one who could handle him. even a blind lawyer could see the way you were looking at each other.

but of course, you would both deny it.

"logan is just a friend! nothing more!" you would say to jean

"there's nothing between y/n and I, well not in that way" he would say to rogue

and everybody would roll their eyes...

given you were an art teacher, the art studio was probably your favorite room in the mansion. and you loved to spend time with the people you cherished there. so on a sunday afternoon, you decided to bake some cookies, make some tea and paint with scott, ororo, hank and logan who would just watch everybody else (his stubbornness could be seen as a lifestyle at that point). charles and jean couldn't come but you promised to save cookies for both of them.

the afternoon was spent laughing and smiling, you would take quick looks at logan from time to time and your heart will stop when you'd realize he was already looking at you each time. the hours passed and everybody left, except logan who stayed to help you clean up the mess you made.

"you don't have to do that you know?" you smiled, touched by his kind gesture.

"it's the least I can do, you planned everything" he answered, washing brushes.

"you didn't even paint or ate anything" you retorted

"yeah, I was busy looking at you" he joked (flirted?). your cheeks blushed, shy and flattered. before you knew it you were scooping paint from a plate and throwing it on his back. you acted like a fucking teenage girl around him.

logan froze and slowly turned around, a smirk on his face. with the brushes still in his hand he walked toward you while you were stepping back, grinning from ear to ear, and rubbed the still full-of-paint brushes on your face, grabbing you by the waist so you couldn't escape. you laughed and reached for the glass of water you used to paint and threw it on his face. he gasped.

when he opened his eyes he looked at you intensely. logan grabbed a whole paint tube and threatened you with it. you ran on the other side of the room (so not too far away) and raised your arms before you as a shield. you were both moving in circles in the room, smilling and laughing like kids. it was your turn to grab a tube of paint. logan ran toward you and tackled you against the bookshelf. you squeezed the paint in his hair, knowing it would be impossible to get off (you would help him anyway).

"you little shit" he screeched, when he tried to step back, his feet slipped on some paint and he fell on his back, dragging you with him. you landed on top of him and immediately asked if he was fine, worried about his head hitting the ground.

"logan are you okay?" you gasped. he didn't answer.

"logan?"

"logan!" he didn't wake up. you were considering calling someone for help when he burst out laughing and squeezed his tube of paint right into your face. you screamed, both surprised and angry at him for messing with you. but only seconds after you laughed together, on the ground, covered in paint.

"thank you for helping me clean up" you joked, getting up. logan pulled you back to him.

"with great pleasure" he replied, your faces closer than ever. your hair were falling on his paint covered face. you thought he looked beautiful

"you look beautiful" the words didn't come from your mouth but his. you looked away, embarassed. "don't hide your pretty smile from me bub". so you looked at him lovingly.

"come on, I have to get the studio ready for tomorrow" you said, knowing you would need a great excuse for him to let you go. and he did, reluctantly.

you finished cleaning the studio (without any paint fight this time), while chatting, smiling and accidentally touching from time to time.

you were shuffling around in bed. after about an hour of fighting yourself into sleeping you gave up. you sat up, remembering the dr pepper you hid in a fridge of the back kitchen where none of the kids were allowed to go. no one knew of this secret of yours but you didn't feel guilty about it. the worst feeling is definitely feeling your mouth watering at the idea of a soda just for someone to steal it from you.

so you put on some pants and huried into the kitchen. you were met with logan seating at the kitchen isle, reading the newspaper. you walked past him without even giving him a second glance and went to your secret hideout. but you were meyt with pure horror. the last dr pepper was missing. your mouth opened and you audibly gasped.

you could hear logan asking if everything was okay and decided on going back to the kitchen, defeated. you sat down next to logan, sighing. he put his paper down and looked at you. you looked up and widened your eyes.

"where did you get that?" you looked at the dr pepper in his left hand, still full.

"in your secret hideout, why?" he acknowledged nonchalantly.

"how do you even know where my secret hideout is?" you furrowed your brows,

"you go there each time we're in the kitchen together" he chuckled and looked down at the glass bottle. you were also looking at it, pounting unconsciously. he slide it over to you with an amused look.

"no, keep it, I'm fine"

"you clearly aren't"

you smiled and stood to grab two glasses. you poured the soda in both glasses and gave one to logan.

"I don't usually share my dr pepper" you clarified.

"I know" he smiled and added after a moment of silence: "I don't usually let people in".

you grabbed his hand and stroke it with your thumb, a sign of gratitude, support, love?

he placed his other hand on the nape of your neck.

"I'd like to let you in just a little bit more, if that's alright with you" he whispered.

"I'd love to"

logan closed the space between you two, your lips meeting in a delicate kiss. none of it felt weird or strange, you were already used to intimacy with logan, even if it never went that far.

it felt familiar.

it felt right.

[ros3kill3r]

Marauders Era characters as Teachers

Professor (James) Potter - P.E. Teacher

Is definitely the type of PE teacher who pushes the boys to their limits and goes gentle with the girls.

This is until Regulus tells him to stop this habit and treat them the same way bc it isn’t fair.

The girls + Sirius, Barty, and Remus all voice their opinions on this and tell James he’s being an idiot and he’s being sexist and this seems to snap him back into reality.

He’s so gullible and it’s so easy for everyone to lie to him. If it’s time to run, you can approach him and say that you’re on your period and he’d immediately allow you to sit down.

He’d offer you pads, comfort, heating blanket, etc. (he has these things for Regulus). It’s kind of funny because you can literally be a man and still use a period as an excuse and he would still believe you because he’d think you’re trans or smth.

When he’s walking through the halls, he’s usually always accompanied by one of his friends, or Regulus. Students find him hot bc of his figure since he is a PE teacher.

Professor (Sirius) Lupin - Foreign Language (French) Teacher

He likes teaching this because he’s fluent in French and it means he doesn’t have to do shit he just lounges around all day in his desk, calling Professor Lupin whenever he pleases.

Is the type of teacher to start talking, realize no one is listening, and sit down on top of a desk and cross his arms like, “Alright! I’ll wait!”

When he speaks French he sounds hot so the girls (and some boys) in the class start giggling amongst themselves.

Will ignore students he doesn’t like if they raise their hand. Will also always welcome teachers in to his classroom on the daily; Remus, Lily, Regulus, James, etc. shit, even barty and evan.

Wears rings and jewelry, shows off his tattoos, and wears very seductive clothes like see-through shirts with a scratchy material, yk? Students giggle often times bc Remus usually spits out his coffee when Mr. Sirius Lupin enters his classroom oh-so suddenly.

Professor (Remus) Lupin - The Science Teacher

This man teaches physics, biology, chemistry, botany, physical science, geology, you name it.

Students flirt with him and he's just fucking oblivious and thinks they're just being kind. Sirius witnesses this one time and he death glares at the child, who then starts crying.

The type of teacher that offers tutoring after school even though Sirius planned a date with him. Sometimes it feels like he values teaching more than Siri and instead of being upset about it, it just makes Sirius love him more.

He has a slim figure and veiny yet also big hands and people ogle at him without shame in the halls. Sirius growls at them so they look away and Remus just thinks he’s acting weird like always.

The type of teacher to take away your phone if he sees you using it during class. Sirius doesn’t do this cause he’s chill, and James wants to do it but he’s scared to do it, lmao.

Professor Pettigrew - Home Economics Teacher

He’s the short, chubby and single home ec teacher and it’s just perfect.

He’s amazing at cooking and his class is usually a class for queer people and making people who are ‘different’ feel like they belong there.

Some students (usually those who aren’t in home ec) don’t like him and make fun of him because of his weight and him being single and always left out, and it always gets to his head and he starts lashing out and distancing himself from his friends because of it.

Will not take away anyone’s phone, nor will he tell them to put it away. This is home economics, there are no rules! (Other than reading instructions obviously..)

When walking in the halls, he catches the eyes of many students that either love him or hate him, no in-between. Some students wonder why any one of the teachers hangs out with him and it affects him really badly.

Professor (Lily) Macdonald - World/Popular Literature (English) Teacher

Her and Regulus are best buds. They always make their classes do projects together just so they hang out.

Has a section of the room that has things kids might not have at home like pads, tampons, deodorant, socks, etc.

She runs the library alongside Pandora, and occasionally Remus + Regulus.

Some students ship her and James together. That is until they find out Regulus is actually married to James and Lily’s last name is actually Evans before she married Mary.

She’s the teacher that students approach during passing period just to talk to her cause she’s badass and cool. She’s kind of like the counselor of the school, she’s always there for free therapy.

Professor (Mary) Macdonald - Business Law/Management Teacher

Idk she just seems like she’d be a smart ass abt the topic.

Would feel like she’s Einstein and she’s teaching kids smth amazing but none of them give a shit or they’re just crying silently in the corner bc wtf.

Always wears suits to school so she seems very formal and modest and Lily is on her knees every damn time.

The type of teacher to take your phone away and send it to the principles office on the first warning.

Always visits Lily’s classroom to give her her lunch so she eats and isn’t tired and pale by the end of the day.

When seen in the halls, students admire her bc they want to be like her or bc she’s drop dead beautiful.

Professor (Marlene) Meadows - (Computer Science) Animation & Video Game Development Teacher

I feel like she’d just enjoy the fact that it has games included in the job, and bc it’s technology.

She would act like she’s teaching but she’s actually bullying little kids on Roblox.

Every single student knows that Dorcas is married to her bc they aren’t ashamed to show their love for each other. The students actually look up to their love and value their worth so much to the point where they don’t fall for horrible people (I think some of us need that).

She doesn’t take phones away and if she does, she always gives it back and gives them a second chance.

When seen in the hallways, she usually receives high-fives and fist bumps from the students. She thinks it’s because she’s an amazing teacher but it’s actually bc she’s so absorbed in her video games during class that she doesn’t notice the kids on their phones and AirPods.

Professor (Dorcas) Meadows - She actually teaches two different types of classes: all types of Visual Arts, and multiple types of Vocational Education

She has so much knowledge about art and wood making and design so you know for a fact that her outfits devour every damn day.

The ‘cool’ and ‘chill’ teacher.

Gives the best advice to students, alongside Pandora ofc.

Explains everything strictly yet with a matching side of fun, and the students either enjoy her classes or don’t mind it bc it’s easily taught and it’s not hard to understand.

When seen in the halls or around school, the students usually ask her for advice on smth or abt class and she’s always there to help. She’s usually always followed around by Marlene at these times so it’s quite cute to see.

Professor Black - The Performing Arts (Music Theory & Piano) teacher, accompanied by The Math (Statistics & Calculus) Teacher

This suits so perfectly omg wait I’m having a fangirling moment-

Whenever he teaches the piano he sometimes gets carried away and starts inventing his own music?? Many students always tell him to write his own songs and he always bashfully declines.

Him being the math teacher can sometimes be overwhelming but if he notices that you are struggling pretty badly to the point where you might have a mental breakdown, he’ll give you some tutoring or some advice that really helps.

Always brings snacks to school for James since he forgets to eat.

Is always around Professors Barty and Evan. Is never seen without one of those two.

Students don’t really approach him in the halls since they’re kind of intimidated?..but some of them wave and say hi! One brave soul gave Reg a fist bump and he didn’t react at all to it so people began doing it to him 😭.

Professor (Barty) Rosier - The Dance Teacher & sometimes joins Professor James during PE..

Oh lord..💀

This man teaches any and every dance. Ballet? Yes! Hip-hop? Of course! Latin? Sure! (He also has a side job of a stripper! Evan both loves this and hates it.)

When he assists James during PE, it’s always just him flirting with the fellow Professor and James just being an embarrassed and flustered dude.

Evan sometimes watches Barty dance and teach students because he looks so passionate and free when doing so, and it’s really the only time he ever shows affection to other kids (other than their own)

When girls see him in the halls they faint, and when boys see them in the halls they’re filled with awe.

Professor (Evan) Rosier - Teaches AP classes + English (Poetry & World Literature)

He’s just a smartass. Being a smartass is his (and regulus’) favorite thing.

He’s the only teacher who teaches AP classes in the whole marauders era.

Him and Pandora are VERY intelligent and capable of going SO far.

When teaching AP, he is serious and strict. When teaching English, he is humorous and playful.

Always visits Barty in passing periods/free periods and just admires him if he has class (when students see this they always melt from the affection), or walks with him around the garden the school has.

The kids usually give him fist bumps and high-fives, some of them ask for hugs. He’s not a big fan of hugs but ever since having kids and being friends with the marauders, things have…changed.

Professor (Pandora) Lovegood - Teaches Chemistry & Social Studies (Psychology, Cultural Anthropology, Sociology, and Women’s Studies).

She’s so amazing. I love her.

The chemistry one is obvious I mean it’s literally her cause of death.

She teaches Social Studies bc she claims it’s the other half of Evan since he teaches English and it just..works.

Their classrooms are right next to each other so the door between both is always open and they always teach both classes together, it’s so fun. Evan effortlessly continues Pandora’s Social Studies/Chemistry lesson if she’s using the bathroom and vice versa.

She always gives out crystals and spiritual items to her students (if they’re okay with it), usually when she senses bad energy or negative vibes.

Also the type of teacher that students approach during passing period and stuff bc she’s so nice and adorable and the best to talk to.

She runs the library with Lily, and occasionally Reg + Remus. She also gets mixed up quite often with her twin brother. The only thing different between them being Evan’s short hair, and Pandora’s motherly voice.

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Not sure if you're still taking requests or not, but I'd love to hear what the moments between getting out of the upside down and the end scene were like between Steve and MC in the Adventures in Baby Sitting Series. I adore these two, and your writing is so awesome 🥰

Hi Tiffany! I hope you enjoy this blurb and I really appreciate your kind words! I chose to focus on the end of season two and the “will they won’t they” tension before they got together! I’m not sure which season you wanted me to focus on, so if you have any additional requests, feel free to send them in! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you have a good time reading it!

Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Blurb!

Summary: After making your way out of the tunnels under Hawkins, you and Steve take care of each other’s injuries sustained during your scuffle with Billy Hargrove.

Content Warning: blood, swearing, injuries, angst

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: This takes place within Chapter 5 of the main series! Please feel free to send in any requests you have for Steve and the reader within the context of Adventures in Babysitting!

Series Masterlist | Associated Chapter

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“Hey lovebirds! We need to get out of here!” Dustin’s voice rang out from above the two of you.

You couldn’t quite believe that the demodogs just passed right by you and Steve without attacking. You were confident you were going to get ripped to shreds, and your mind drifted to the scars that littered your left arm. You couldn’t imagine what it would feel like if the supernatural creatures got the opportunity to finish the job.

You were still pressed tight up against Steve, his hand at the nape of your neck as you swayed together, your head buried against his chest. You peeled yourself apart from Steve and looked up into his eyes. You could barely see them past the goggles he was wearing, but you could feel the relief in the way he breathed deeply. His hands were wrapped around your upper arms as he held you, taking in the sight of you, whole and okay.

“I guess we should get out of here,” he finally spoke up, his voice sounding far away.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you agreed. He rested one of his large hands on the small of your back as he guided you to the rope that the kids had just ascended. You thought back to the P.E. class the two of you shared and you blushed at the fact that you weren’t nearly as athletic as he was, and you sure weren’t going to be able to climb this rope without a little bit of help. You were grateful for the bandana over your face to hide your reddened cheeks as you grabbed hold of the rope and hoisted yourself up.

You were clearly struggling as you wrapped your ankles around the rope to get a better grip. Suddenly you felt Steve’s hands against your frame, one on your waist and the other right below your ass as he helped push you up. You again thanked your lucky stars that no one could see your face as you finally got high enough for Dustin and Lucas to grab your hands and help pull you out of the hole.

To your complete non surprise, Steve quickly climbed the rope without assistance, dusting off his pants and snatching the keys from an irritated Max Mayfield.

“Hey!” She shouted as she tried to grab them back but Steve was quick to hold them above his head, wildly out of the young girl’s reach.

“There is absolutely no way in hell you are driving that car again. No way,” Steve said plainly, making his way back towards Billy’s car parked haphazardly a few yards away from the gaping hole in the earth. “The fact that you even drove it in the first place is completely fucking ridiculous.”

“You probably have a concussion! You shouldn’t be driving either!” She argued.

“I’ll take my chances, thank you,” Steve rolled his eyes, spinning the keys around his index finger before opening the passenger door for you as he gently guided you inside the vehicle.

The car was pretty quiet as you dropped the rest of the kids off, everyone silently taking in all that had just transpired. They had all decided that Mike’s house was their best bet, seeing as Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were absolutely oblivious when it came to the otherworldly shit the majority of their kids were facing on a remarkably consistent basis. You and Steve then returned Billy’s car to the Byers’ house, leaving the key on the dash and quickly switching to Steve’s BMW.

Steve started the car but he turned to face you before he put it in gear.

“That was kind of a lot,” he began, his eyes not faltering from yours, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t really feel like being alone right now, so do you want to stay at my house tonight?”

You couldn’t muster up the words to respond, so you just nodded and his hand found the back of your headrest as he put the car in reverse and backed out of the Byers’ driveway. You hummed to the music playing softly on the radio as you fidgeted with your hands, nervous about being alone with Steve considering all that had happened.

Nancy and him had just officially, officially ended things, and you knew you were developing feelings for the brown eyed boy that was so endlessly kind to you. Hell, if you were being honest, you’d had feelings for him since a year ago when he came back to save you from certain doom in your fight against the demogorgon in Jonathan’s living room. You didn’t want to be a rebound or to make things weird between you and Nancy. You didn’t have enough friends to lose the few that you had made in your less than desirable circumstances.

Before you knew it, Steve was pulling into his empty driveway, his parents nowhere to be found per usual. You felt a pang in your chest as you considered how lonely it must feel sometimes to be Steve Harrington. But you didn’t have a lot of time to think about that as he was opening your car door for you and gently guiding you inside.

“Steve—“ you began, stopping in the foyer of his house feeling the need to express the anxiety sitting in your chest surrounding the weird, in-between relationship you seemed to be entering together, but Steve just walked right past you, leaving you alone in the expansive entryway of his even more unbelievably expansive home. You messed with the hem of your shirt, your eyes darting around the room, still afraid of monsters lurking in the dark.

Steve quickly returned and you could see the absolute focus on his face as he gently grabbed your wrist and led you to the kitchen. He sat you down in a kitchen chair before kneeling down in front of you, carefully setting a first-aid kit on the floor.

“What hurts?” He asked, his eyes kind and his voice dripping with a sincerity that could make you melt into the ground.

His mind had been racing too. He had been upset about him and Nancy’s split, but not as upset as he anticipated. He almost felt a little….relieved? He was conflicted, but all that mattered to him right now was the pretty girl sitting in his kitchen, ash and dirt on her pants and blood on her face as she sat, still jittery from the conflict.

You didn’t really know if it was the compassion in his voice or the adrenaline crash from the sheer terror of trying to survive, but your eyes began welling up with tears as you choked out a sob that wracked your sore and tired frame. Your hands darted to cover your face, embarrassed by the way you were falling apart in front of Steve.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Steve gently pulled at your wrists, desperately trying to gauge if you were okay. Alarm bells started ringing in his head, his thoughts going to the worst case scenario. His mind flashed back to your wobbly gait and blood soaked sleeve from the year prior, to the way he ran with your limp body as you began to drift in and out of consciousness. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”

You didn’t respond, sobbing harder into your hands, still unable to speak.

“Please y/n, you’re scaring me,” Steve begged you to say something, anything. “I need you to be okay.”

“It’s…it’s just,” you choked out as you looked him in the eyes, “we could have died.”

The words came out in a whisper, like speaking the words would will fate to change the past. Steve didn’t say anything. Instead he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you forward off of the chair and into his lap on the floor of his kitchen. You buried your face in his neck as he rubbed circles on your back, hugging you close to him.

After several minutes, you began to calm down and you pulled away from him a bit, your face flushing as you realized you were straddling him. You began to try and move away, but his hand dropped to your lower back and held you there as his brown eyes searched your face, awestruck by just how beautiful you were. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, and you hissed in pain as his fingers grazed across a cut on your cheek.

“Let me fix it,” he whispered, grabbing supplies from the first-aid kit and cleaning up the cuts and scratches on your face. You winced as he removed the blood-soaked, multicolored bandages the kids had placed haphazardly across the worst of your cuts, replacing them with butterfly stitches. He hated the way your eye was starting to bruise, and his jaw set as he thought about the man that did this to you.

“I’m gonna kill him, you know,” Steve assured you and you just shook your head.

“It’s okay Steve,” he didn’t seem to relent with your assurance, so you continued. “Really, I promise. He’s just an asshole and I doubt he’ll lay a hand on any of us again.”

“You don’t know that though,” Steve pushed, “that was fucking insane, y/n. He had you pinned against the wall and bleeding in the minute it took me to get back inside!”

Steve sounded exasperated and you couldn’t say it wasn’t warranted. Your gaze drifted to your hands in your lap as you anxiously fiddled with your fingers. Your voice was quiet when you spoke up. “Why do you care so much?”

“Why do I care so much?” He repeated your question incredulously. “Y/n, we’ve quite literally been through hell together. And….and I-I don’t know what I’d do with myself if something happened to you. I watched you nearly get ripped to shreds last year, and I think about that all the damn time—that…that I barely even met you, like really met you, and you were going to be gone and out of my life just like that,” he snapped his fingers, and you jumped a bit at the sudden sound. “So to think that some shit for brains, asshole lunatic beat you half to death on my watch absolutely kills me. I care so much because he shouldn’t have gotten a chance to lay a finger on you in the first place. Not on Halloween, and certainly not tonight, and that’s on me.”

The admission made your chest hurt, knowing that he was carrying that emotional weight. You looked up and met his gaze and you could tell he meant every damn word. As your eyes traced the cuts and bruises scattered across his battered and beaten face, you thought back to the first time you’d reached out to the boy; showing up at his doorstep looking for help.

And he hadn’t stopped helping you since then.

“Steve, this isn’t your fault. You can’t carry that,” you shook your head, as your eye contact remained unwavering, your voice carrying such conviction that Steve held his breath in his throat.

“But you have to. All the time,” he whispered, his fingers ghosting across a cut on the bridge of your nose before his hand trailed down to your left arm. He knew the scars were there despite the fact that you were never vulnerable enough around him to let him see them. He thought about all the times he’d see you, miserable in the sweltering heat of spring and summer, suffocating in your long sleeves.

You were surprised by the way you didn’t jump at his touch, instead, taking a deep breath, you gently grabbed his hand and held it in both of yours.

“It just reminds me of how lucky I am to have you in my life,” you whispered, “that you saved my life.” You wiped a tear that began to roll down his cheek, grabbing some of the first aid supplies and silently going to work at cleaning and bandaging his wounds properly (no shade against the kids, but the neon band aids just simply weren’t cutting it).

“There. All better,” you announced with a smirk as you placed the last bandage over a shallow cut along his jawline. “Now, how about we go to bed? It’s been a long day.”

“That is the understatement of the century,” Steve chuckled.

And just like that, the two of you made your way up to his bedroom and you changed into another pair of his pajamas, swimming in the fabric that was too big for your frame. Unlike the night before when you spent the night, neither of you were shy about it. Instead of facing away from each other, you fell asleep nestled into the crook of his arm, resting your head against his chest. You quickly drifted off to sleep as Steve ran his fingers through your hair.

When he was sure you were asleep, he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and took a deep breath. Maybe you were right. Maybe it wasn’t his fault.

But he’d be damned if he didn’t fight like hell to make sure you never got so much as a damn scratch on you again.

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౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ Bullies. I part two

pov: You had p.e., and your teacher wanted you all to get a partner to practise boxing techniques. To your bad luck, you got one of your bullies as a partner. Sukuna.

pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

content: bully x reader, physical violence, boxing, injuries

a/n: read part one here

song: Government Hooker - Lady Gaga

As if your day hadn‘t began badly enough already, you had to wear a patch on the side of your head because of your earlier encounter with Sukuna and Satoru. The spot still felt warm and throbbed against the bandage, and this annoyed you. However, you couldn‘t have just used your cursed energy to heal it. After all, someone would notice…

"Hey, partner," Sukuna approached you with tall strides, his fist hitting his palm with force as he did so. A grin laid over his lips, and you could sense he was trying to intimidate you.

"Partner? Who said I would choose you?" you inquired, furrowing your brows at him before your gaze strayed away at the other students in your course. Yet, the only thing you could see was pairs of people who‘d train together, leaving no one else for you to choose behind.

"I‘m the only option you have," Sukuna purred in your direction, gradually circling you with steps that were tinted by smugness. "Let‘s fight."

A sigh escaped you when you spun around to face him, balling your hands into fists. His grin widened in response, and his eyes were staring back at yours as if every hint of mercy had left that guy. It nearly seemed like he was… excited.

With a mere finger movement, he motioned for you to confront him. His casual stance made him look defenseless, hence you attempted your first attack.

When your fist was about to land on his stomach with all your strength, he caught it with ease, flipping you over to throw you to the floor. He lowered himself to press his knee against your bum, making it hard for you to get up.

"You‘re not using your whole power," he growled under his breath, watching you squirm beneath him. A frown had formed on your face, and you gasped for air.

"Sukuna, you are only supposed to practise the boxing techniques I showed you!" your teacher called out to you two, thus Sukuna let go off you. He sighed in frustration — as if realizing he forgot about the fact that you two were not alone in the school gym.

You climbed back onto your wobbly feet, brushing the dusk off your clothes before facing him again. Your chin was slightly bruised because of how you had landed on the floor earlier, and you could feel your knees slightly throbbing in ache. It felt like a heavy weight was still pushing down on your knees, making it hard for you to stand.

"You heard what our teacher said," you stated with a soft huff, crossing your arms in front of your chest that heaved with every heavy breath you took.

Sukuna snorted, slightly wrinkling his nose in the process.

"Yeah," he chortled. "But that won‘t stop me from forcing you into using your full strength." And with that, he moved toward you at an incredible speed, nearly as fast as light. It was difficult for you to catch his figure before he would reach you, but you put your arms up in front of your face to catch his attack.

When he stroke your arms, the impact of his strength caused you to slide a few feet away from him. For you, his power was nearly unbelievable. You never thought that someone as strong as him could exist.

He attempted another attack, but before he could hit you, you dodged his arms and reached for a blow into his side. You managed to hit him, however, that little punch of yours didn‘t do anything to him.

"That‘s all you can do?" he asked, snickering when he straightened up from his fighting stance. "Come on, try harder."

Rapidly, he ran toward you. At first, it seemed like he would attack your face, hence you dodged his arms. Nevertheless, what he had actually planned was to kick your legs away, and when he did so, he caused you to land on your butt. The harshness of your landing sent a sharp pain from your bum through your legs, causing your thighs to shake.

You winced in discomfort, and your breath caught in your throat.

"How boring," he commented. As you looked up at him, he stared down at you with a smug look on his tattooed face. He couldn‘t suppress a grin when he saw you on the floor in front of him, all weak and whiny, even though you had much more potential deep inside your chest.

"And such a waste of potential."

part three: here

[bitchinbarzal]

Fuck me, I’m Famous | J Hughes

summary: jack has to come clean about who he really is and it’s not received well.

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“So what do you do for work, Jack?” You ask, swirling your wine in the glass.

You watch his face contort into something resembling a thought as he said “I work in… sports”

You smile “Oh! So you’re like what? A P.E teacher or football coach?”

He swallows thickly “Something like that”

“Oh, that’s so cool! You must have so much fun with the kids” you beamed.

Jack felt bad, you seemed so interested in his fake job.

He diverted the conversation quickly “So what is it you do? Do you work with kids?”

“Oh no! I wish but in New York a teachers salary won’t cut it. I’m a financial advisor and it’s super boring”

He quirks his brow “oh really?”

“Yeah, i actually just started a new job at Prudential? I don’t know if you’ve heard of them-“

“Um Yeah actually maybe I have in passing” he chokes on his water “I think maybe I’ve heard it on the radio or something”

You look at him skeptical look “If you don’t know it’s ok” you laugh “I just moved to the city so I don’t know much about them but I think they sponsor a sports team thats local to jersey? You might know?”

Jack’s face is stuck in his water glass and he shakes his head while making a nuh-uh noise.

Pulling away he says “No, no I don’t think I have”

By the end of the night you’d left Jack with a few stray kisses and promises from him to call you.

He hadn’t called you.

You thought he was ghosting you and had checked every social media platform for a Jack Rowden but you couldn’t find anything.

He really hadn’t called because he’d been on the road for the past two weeks and forgot in the run up to the cup and all the drama surrounding it.

Your boss had invited you out after work with the team, telling you it was a game for the team the organization sponsored.

You’d been given a jersey, the red with the number 86 on the back with the name Hughes written in white.

“So you’ve really never watched Hockey?” Your boss asked, laughing at the way you ogled at the arena below your box.

“No! Never! This looks awesome! And we sponsor this whole thing?”

Your never ending array of questions had to stop the moment the lights switched off and the jumbotron lit up with the teams intro.

You watched like a child at a show, your eyes lit up. Then his face appeared across the screen, your smile dropped and your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

You watched as Jack’s highlight reel played on the screen then his smiling face came on at the end with his name — HUGHES

Throughout the entirety of the game you had a scowl on your face, truly hurt by his actions.

During the third period during a break in play the jumbotron showed random clips of the crowd. Jack was huffing and puffing on the bench, watching the screen when your face appeared.

Jack’s eyes went wide as he studied your pissed off expression surrounded by your colleagues all waving for the camera.

At the end of the game, Jack changed as quick as possible and ran out to the parking lot he knew the sponsors were able to park.

He ran down, spotting you headed for your car

“Did you know?!” He shouts, his voice bouncing off the walls and echoing.

You turn around, glaring at him “No, I didn’t know! And no thanks to you for lying — I was here for work! I was completely embarrassed!”

Jack shrinks at the tone in her voice “I’m sorry, okay?”

You chuckle and shake your head “It’s a bit late now, Jack Hughes”

He hears the iciness in your words “I’ve told women before about my career and they’ve just used me for fame!”

You were now close enough to touch, he reached out and you recoiled “Does that give you a pass to lie to me? Did I give you that impression?”

“No! No, of course not! Y/N, i’m sorry I should’ve been honest with you from the very beginning” he admits, he feels like he’s loosing you.

For the first time in a long time he actually liked someone and now he’d messed it all up.

Tears began welling in your eyes as it dawned on you “Were you ghosting me? Did you lie to me because you planned to never see again?”

It then dawned on Jack just how long it had been since he had texted you, scrambling to grab his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through your texts.

“No, no! I didn’t-“

You put your hand up to stop him “Forget about it, Jack” and turned to find your car.

“Please, stop!” He begged, running down after you.

“Forget it Jack! Go lie to someone else and leave me alone!” You cried.

“I really like you, Y/N!” He replied, finger hooking under your chin to tilt your gaze to him “I didn’t mean to hurt you, you’re amazing I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you”

You gaze averted to the floor and you pushed away from him “Yeah I’m sorry too”

And he watched as you climbed into your car and drove away, leaving him standing there silently begging you to turn around.

“Fuck!”

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃

꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Teaser ➤ You’re cute but so dumb <3

Word count › 1.4k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › none

Kinks › dumbification, degradation

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╰┈─➤ ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧ

Yubin was obsessed to say the least. The volleyball continued to be spiked across the room by the over powerful and overachieving athletes of his school. It was only a practice game, he wasn’t sure why they tried so hard.

What mainly caught his attention was (Name).

(Name) was cute, to say the least. Pretty doe eyes and way more buff than the average senior should be but he didn’t care. It’s what he thought added to his charms.

“(Name)! Pay attention!” One of his teammates cried. (Name) flashed his signature puppy-like smile and muttered out an apology.

Yubin was sure his cock twitched. Yeah, he was a massive pervert but he’s gotten used to that. Even his friend, Bora had to get used to it.

“Uh, hide it, you pervert.” She groaned, subtly hiding him from anyone that paid them any mind.

No one usually did. They were outcasts and seen as none important but Yubin used that to his advantage. He could slink around whenever he wanted and no one, not even his teachers, noticed his absences.

A yelp caught his attention as he glanced back towards the ongoing game to see (Name) on his back, his shirt ridden up and showing a peek at his soft abs.

His nipples!!!

Yubin was sure he was blushing red. (Name)’s friend was quick to pull his shirt back down and help him up, asking if he was alright.

Bora rolled her eyes, “not sure how he’s a player if he’s so clumsy.”

“That’s just his charm….”

“Ew.”

𝄞

P.E. ended faster than Yubin wanted to. He and Bora stayed longer than the other kids to help clean up as school was over. It took longer than expected but when he was finished—he was ready to just go home.

But it seemed luck was on his side as the shower room was being used. And by the locker that was still open, it’s was (Name).

A smirk appeared on Yubin’s lips. A peak… A peak wouldn’t hurt. He slipped off his shoes and socks to make as little noise as possible, walking over to the shower room. The sound of water hitting skin confirmed that at least someone was in there.

He prayed it would be (Name) and not some ran-do. And to his luck once more, it was. (Name)’s tanned skin was drenched as he washed off any soap left from his body. His hair was drenched as well, sticking to his forehead as he held his head under the faucet.

This was better than any wet dream he had. Yubin glanced down to get a glance at (Name)’s snatched waist and….

Fucking bubble butt of an ass!!

He sighed in content, gasping once he realized he made a sound. (Name) shrieked and turned around to see who was it only to slip on… nothing? And fall to his ass.

Yubin cursed. Yeah, he was unabashedly a pervert but he didn’t want his soon-to-be lover know that!

“Sor—” he opened his mouth to say only to stop himself.

(Name) was sexy.

Too sexy.

(Name) covered his chest as if he was a girl in an anime, a pout on his plump lips. His doe eyes stared up at Yubin as if he was a big bad wolf coming to eat him. It was just the sound of the running water as Yubin gulped.

He was hard.

Yubin parted his lips to speak but only noticed that (Name) was desperately keeping his legs closed tightly. As if he didn’t want him to get any sort of glance at his cock.

Which, obviously, made sense but what was there to be self-conscious about? (Name) was one of the most sought out boys in their grade. If anything, Yubin expected him to flaunt his looks.

Seeing him like this, Yubin realized (Name) wasn’t a puppy.

He was a poor little sheep.

And he was a perverted wolf.

A bit cringy in his mind but hey, he’s very horny.

“Yubin….” He knew his name? “I thought you didn’t take showers at school…” (Name)’s voice sounded cuter than normal.

God, why didn’t he always sound like this?

Yubin pursed his lips. He might as well be honest. “I wanted to see you naked.”

(Name) meeped in shock, looking away in embarrassment. Yubin felt a sudden grow in confidence as he joined (Name) in the shower stall, not caring at that water drenching him.

He was a pervert through and through. And this was his one chance to see his crush in his full glory.

“You’re cuter than any wet dreams,” he whispered in (Name)’s ear, leaning down to get a proper look at his face. (Name) continued to cover his chest, boobs really, and jutted out his bottom lip.

Yubin reached over and pulled at his lower lip, smirking at the gasp he earned from the boy. He knew (Name) could leave. Use his strength to push off the twig that Yubin was and go call someone to arrest or expel him.

But he stayed there, watching Yubin’s every move as he trailed one finger down his warm skin, grasping one his arms that covered his chest. And he pulled.

And (Name) allowed him to move his arm. His nipples were perked up and with shallow breathing, he looked away. (Name) was confused with himself for allowing him to do this.

Was he touched starved? Was he just horny?

It was all so confusing but a tug at his nipple caused him to whimper. Yubin grinned, his long sticking to his skin as well as his clothes. He was a bit stupid for not just turning off the shower.

But this was hotter.

Yubin trailed his hand down (Name)’s body, a wide smile on his lips. Ah, this must be a dream.

Once he reached (Name)’s muscular thighs, he placed his other hand on them. He moved to open them but was stopped by (Name).

“What?”

“Don’t look….” (Name) muttered, a pout on his lips.

Mm, pouts must’ve been a permanent feature for his face. Yubin simply laughed and stood up, pulling down his gym shorts and boxers to reveal his cock.

“Is it fine if I show mines?” He asked, a bit shocked at himself at being so bold. Yeah, his horniness was getting the best of him.

(Name) looked shock to say the least. Despite being a guy on the smaller side, especially compared to him, Yubin had him out beat on his cock.

It was thick and long, hanging right in front of (Name). Yubin hummed, reaching over to grasp (Name)’s head and bringing it closer to his cock.

“If I can’t see yours, suck mines.”

(Name) was a bit of an idiot to say the least. He could leave. All he really had to do was stand up and he’d be out the door. But he also wanted it.

“You don’t really know to think, do you?”

(Name) frowned at that. Yubin gripped his cock and used it to trace (Name)’s lips. The feeling of pre cum touched his lips as he tried to look down at the cock.

“You’re all brawn but no brains. But that’s okay, I can make the decisions for you.” Yubin grinned, enjoying the dumbed look in (Name)’s eyes.

Yeah, he can teach his little puppy, sheep(?), to obey him.

“Suck.” First trick, obedience.

(Name) hesitated but opened his mouth, choking at the cock that shoved it’s way inside. Yubin wasn’t gentle, using (Name) as if he a toy to use for his pleasure.

Yubin reached over and turned off the shower, wanting to hear every little noise that escaped (Name)’s lips. But this was public, he couldn’t do this for as long as he wanted.

The sound of the locker room door opening told him so. With one quick motion, he harshly pulled at (Name)’s thick hair, a cruel smile on his lips as he signaled for him to not say a word.

“Hey, Yubin, (Name)! Hurry up and finish your shower! I have to close the gym in fifteen minutes!” A coach said, leaving as quick as he came.

Yubin waited until he was sure he was gone until he faced (Name) again. (Name)’s lips were slicked with saliva and pre cum as his chest heaved up and down.

“So cute. I’ll see you at my house this weekend, Hm?”

“Eh?” (Name) muttered, an adorable look of shock in his face.

“My house.” Yubin grinned, a look that made him appear far more beautiful than he scarier appearance. “I’ll text you the address. 2pm, sharp.”

And with that, he walked away, leaving a confused (Name) on the floor with a hard cock twitching to cum.

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Something new!!! Tell me how you guys think! This is like a preview of a character, Choi Yubin, obsessive band nerd x himbo reader!

I have a future request that has a prompt with this type of archetype but allowed me to choose the character…. So I’m just creating one!

You can now request stuff like that too if you can’t think of a character. Just give me a archetype and plot!

I also made sure you guys felt unsatisfied with the sex just like the himbo! Stay tuned for more Yubin!! (And hopefully others!!)

(Also if you caught my kpop reference, I love u <3)

And thank you for 400 followers!!

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Pleasures of Royalty

Diavolo and GN!MC's secret debauchery

"Di-Diavolo! Enough please!" You screamed, holding his hair in fistfuls as he relentlessly pleasured you with his mouth. Even watching his head, moving between your legs, feeling his deep breaths on your skin. All of it was driving you wild.

How long has this been going on now? Honestly you had lost track of it. Somehow you went from being his favourite human to his favourite being in all three realms.

Gentle pats on your head after exams well done turned into him grabbing your hair as he pushed his ungodly length into your mouth. Helping you clean up after intense P.E. exercises with his tongue instead of towels. His hands often slipped inside your clothes when he was straightening your uniform.

But it's not like you did a very good hiding your eagerness. Always leaning on his shoulder during group getaways. Sitting yourself down his lap to help him to paper work, when noone was around. And the one time you called him to the throne room for him to see you sitting naked on his throne, wearing his crown lopsided on your head.

He's still hasn't finished getting back at you for the last one.

"Diavolo, please, someone will hear us outside!" You whimper and shake your head. What was he thinking, trying to fuck you in the throne room like this? All the while he's kneeling while you're sitting...Barbatos and Lucifer would never forgive you.

"But you look so beautiful on the throne, my love." His kisses travelled upward, past your stomach, tracing the shape of your ribs. You turn more irresistable, the more he has you. Atleast that's what he keeps groaning into your ear as he fucks you.

"Y-you told me it was an emergency! Ahh!" His hands undid your already dishevelled uniform. "I ran here, straight from RAD...I even told Lucifer...aaghh...he said he'll join us soon-"

Knock. Knock.

"Diavolo. This is Lucifer. Are you in there?"

Diavolo looked disappointed, shaking his head as he fixed you a little. You looked panicked. There's no other exit out of this throne room. And there's no way you can face Lucifer with the amount of hickeys Diavolo has left on you.

"I'll hide there until he leaves." You pointed towards a long table with a floor length cloth covering it's legs entirely. Noone would see you until they lifted the cloth.

"Coming Lucifer. Just a minute." He allowed you time while he wore his coat begrudgingly and opened the door. You relaxed, leaning your head against one of the table legs and smiling. It was exhausting sometimes, but it was mostly fun.

Sneaking out during parties and school fests, just to embrace each other in dimly lit locker rooms and cubicles. Sometimes even in empty classrooms. Whenever you and Diavolo passed by someplace he'd made love to you already, he'd exchange mischievous grins with you.

There was about to be a brand new addition to this list of places. You tensed up hearing their voices get louder. Shit, they were right above you. You watched in horror as they sat down, their legs under the table along with you. You gravitated towards Diavolo, bumping your head against his knee.

L: "So what was the work about?"

D: "MC and I were discussing difference in cultures between the Devildom and Human realm. We are thinking of making it an extensive report and printing it in the Annual magazine."

Diavolo's sneaked his hand inside. He seeked out your face and you gave it to him. His fingers carressed your cheeks lovingly. His thumb brushed over your lips. What a tease. Well seems like you could tease him right back.

L: "Ah I see. Allow me to assist you as well. I will call Satan to fetch some appropriate books for research and I can start right away."

D: "Lucifer, really. You've helped enough with the paperwork last month. You deserve a- uh...a break"

Diavolo stammered as he realised what you were doing down there. He sat through you palming your crotch, but unzipping him and bombarding his length with your panting breath was not precedented.

L: "Are you sure? You seem rather flushed, your face is completely red. You must be tired already... perhaps I should take MC home. You need some rest."

D: "No no, Lucifer. I assure you I'm absolutely fine. Also I think I'd rather have MC here tonight."

Diavolo's fingers threaded into your hair as you choked on his length willingly. He was barely keeping it together and you were having the time of your life, tormenting him like this.

L: "Are you sure Diavolo? Sigh...alright, let me just tell MC to let you rest early and not let you stay up talking to them. Where are they?"

D: "Down...uh..down in the washroom. MC... might be a while. I'll... tell them what you said.. instead. You...really should go home and rest now..."

The moment Lucifer walked out of the door, Diavolo let out an ungodly groan of pleasure, finally releasing himself on you. You savored the feel of his cum on your tongue, dripping down your face and chin. You win.

But the victory doesn't last for very long. The next thing you know, you're naked with your wrists bound tight to the headboard of his bed as he stands there shirtless, unbuckling his belt menacingly. You close your eyes and sigh.

"Shouldn't you write me a notice of absence for tomorrow?" You already know you're not walking tomorrow. He laughs, grabbing your legs and putting them over his shoulder.

"I'll write you one for the whole week instead, MC."

[harunayuuka2060]

Riddle: Am I the only one who gets annoyed sometimes with Professor MC?

Leona: Okay. Then why are you proposing that they teach the sophomores?

Kalim: Is it because Sensei has proven you wrong? Haha!

Riddle: WHAT DID YOU SAY JUST NOW, KALIM?!!

Azul: MC-sensei has only applied your own logic to you. Like they said, "it takes a handful of pills for Riddle Rosehearts to know how bitter the medicine is."

Riddle: *gritting his teeth in anger then immediately realizes that they're right and calms down*

Vil: I hope they teach 3rd years too.

Idia: Why? Weren't you bitter that your dorm didn't win the last event?

Vil: I was. But when they made an exception for Epel, I've come to realize that they found potential in him as much as I am.

Vil: *smiling proudly* And have you seen my poison apple lately? His posture is perfect. He's more alert, and has taken the duties in the dorm like cleaning all the windows without the need for me to bark orders.

Kalim: How about you, Leona? What can you say about MC-sensei?

Leona: *frowning a little* Well... They're fine. They don't poke their nose on other people's businesses.

Leona: Though I couldn't forget when they spun my bed while I was in it.

The housewardens: ...

The housewardens: *burst out laughing*

Idia: How was that possible?

Leona: Don't ask me. That teacher is crazy strong. No wonder they beat up Crowley without struggling.

Crowley: *enters the room* Oh. All of you are here. Except Mr. Draconia as always.

Crowley: Anyway, has everyone arrived to a unanimous decision?

MC: *talking to their first-students, acting all dramatic*

MC: Woe is me! *puts a hand over their forehead*

MC: I'm just new and I'm already teaching two year levels?

MC: *sniffles* *then stops the dramatic act* Anyway, that would just mean that our special classes won't be that frequent anymore.

The first-years: Aww...

MC: However, that doesn't mean that you can slack off. Hehe~.

MC: I'll be dropping by to your dorms and see that none of you have forgotten what we have learned.

The first-years: Yes, sensei!!!

Professor Vargas: Ashengrotto! Why can't you keep your feet on the broom?!

Azul: I'm sorry, sir... But I need a little more practice.

Professor Vargas: *sigh* Anyway, Professor MC will be coming here to assist you. And!

Professor Vargas: Don't.

Professor Vargas: Embarrass.

Professor Vargas: ME.

MC: *appearing behind him* You seem pretty heated up, sir.

Professor Vargas: AH! Oh. Oh... Hello, sensei. No, I'm— *clears throat*— Mr. Ashengrotto here needs some assistance.

MC: Oh?

Azul: *sad frowns*

MC: ...

MC: *beams* *starts pushing Professor Vargas* Okay, sir. I'll be helping him. You should go and rest. Well, I've heard that there's a new dish in the cafeteria. You should try it. Hehe~.

Professor Vargas: Y-Yes! I'm counting on you, sensei! *then left*

MC: *turns to face Azul* Now, let's start with this lesson?

Jade: I wonder how Azul is doing.

Jamil: He'll be fine. He's with MC-sensei.

Azul: *flies past them*

Azul: *evil laugh*

MC: *is sitting next to Azul, waving at them*

Jade: ...

Jamil: ...

Azul: I'M AZUL ASHENGROTTO AND I HAVE CONQUERED MY INCOMPETENCE IN P.E.!

Azul: AAAHHAHAHAHAHA!

MC: *gestured to everyone that are seeing them that he's fine*

*a few moments ago*

Azul: What do you think is the problem, sensei? I've tried keeping my balance, but it wouldn't work.

MC: Hm... Mr. Ashengrotto, I think you're quite the cautious type.

MC: *smiles* You're being difficult on yourself.

Azul: Being difficult on myself? I don't think I quite understand you on that, sensei.

MC: Besides the fact that you're a cautious type, you're quite ambitious as well.

MC: Picture this. Seeing the ones who had underestimated you,

MC: Grovel at your feet. *smiles*

Azul: ...

Azul: You're giving me an ego-boost, sensei.

MC: Oh. Then we shall use that. *chuckles*

Rook and Vil: *watching Azul flying around*

Vil: Has he finally lost it?

Rook: *chuckles* Roi d'Effort is enjoying himself!

[sereh624]

asher x reader , david x reader highschool sweethearts headcanons :3

afab reader

david shaw who comes to "pick you up" from every class, even if it was on the way to another one. no matter how fast you try to be, he's always faster, never failing to take his place leaned up against your locker, arms crossed as he watches you get held behind and scolded by your teacher. was it so hard to just turn your damn work? apparently for you, it was.

"alright, let's go. if you keep getting held behind after your classes i'm gonna start being late to mine. at least try to stay in school, dumbass."

asher talbot who before he started dating you, kept next to nothing in his bag. all he needed was his phone, a banana from two months ago, and a couple books from that day's classes. when you two got together, his bag was suddenly full of all your things. period stuff, painkillers, chapstick, jewellry, shorts for p.e because you keep forgetting to put them in your bag, basically everything. asher didn't mind it one bit. it made him feel important, like by carrying your stuff it made up for his all dickheadery during your classes together (it did not).

"hmm?- do i still have your gum? noo, nope, all gone. yes, i'm telling the truth- okay fine. yes, you have ONE piece of gum left butit'sthestrawberryflavorandyouknowthatsmyfavoriteandagoodpartnerwouldletmehaveitbecauseyoureagoodpartnerandyoulovemeandandand- thank you babe :3"

david shaw who after an argument with you, wakes you up at 11pm to soft knocking at your window. he has a key to your front door, but he wasn't planning on staying long anyway. you force yourself out of bed to let him in, but don't dare to look at him as he pulls himself up into your room. for a while, you two just stand there, letting the night pass before he breaks the silence.

"uh.. about before. i uhm .. didn't meant to say that. it'd just been a long day i guess and i kind of. blew up on you. i'm sorry. really, i am. i hate seeing you get sad and .. shit. uh- i'll go. it's late, and you probably- hm? you.. want me to stay? uhh, yeah, yeah sure. i can do that. let's .. go sit."

asher talbot who lets you do his makeup. he doesn't have that visceral shame a lot of people your age seem to share, which is both a blessing and a curse. tonight though, as you jab little rhinestones onto his pink eyelid with the precison of a preschooler, it's definitely a blessing.

"oh babe, look. at. me. i am stunning- what? what are you doing? taking a- no, nononononononoo babe. please. milo will never let me live this down. if you send that to him i swear to god he'll rock up to school tomorrow with my face on a shirt. babe? where are you going? BAABE!!"

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