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wonderland-in-bloom · 4 years

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the leaders and i

[7 dorm leaders x reader]

@innerherringprunepickle asked: U-u-um m-may i-i h-have a r-r-request o-on a-all dorm leaders x fem shy reader who is scared, timid, insecure, coward but kindhearted, gentle, sweet, cute, empathy, understanding, doesn't look down on people's flaws and softspoken. Also, she doesn't have friends because of her timid and quiet nature and s/o is the MC who transport to this world. Pls.

okie! and just a heads up gais i’m sorry if i write really slow recently. i have a heckkk ton of requests (which i’m honestly so grateful for and y’all friggin made me cry aaaa) and i really wanna give you guys the best quality of my work and also things that really make you all happy. so please please please be patient with me! of course i have other things to do out of this blog too, but of course i’ll still try my best to update everyday. i hope you guys understand :))

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“SUMIMASEN.” you muttered quietly as you accidentally bumped into one of your seniors in savanaclaw. “tch, watch where you’re going. first year.” he scoffed. “you really gotta respect your seniors.” it’s not like you were bumping into him on purpose or anything. “i’m sorry senpai. it won’t happen again.” he cornered you in the hallway with all students crowded around you. it was too crowded no one saw what was happening. “oi. what the hell are you doing, dumbass?” you snapped your head up to see the one and only, dorm leader of savanaclaw, leona kingscholar. he was approaching the both of you and that’s when your senior moved away from you. “prefect leona..!” he gulped, sweat trickling down his forehead. “it was just a minor incident..!” leona growled. “you dare disrespect the newbie who can’t use magic? let alone a lady.” your senior did a perfect 90 degree bow and apologized. eventually he ran away, leaving you alone. you exhaled a sigh of relief. “kingscholar-senpai. thank you.”

“tch he’s just an idiot after all. ruining savanaclaw’s name.” he looked around at the now empty hallway. “where are your friends? not heading to class together?” you shook your head. “a-actually i don’t...really have any friends.” you muttered the last part. of course with leona’s careful ears he picked up what you said. “hah? is that so?” he sighed. “well if you have no one to go to class with, let’s just ditch and go somewhere.” you pouted. “i mean...i have no class right now...so why not?” you smiled. leona led the way and you just followed behind him. “king...kingscholar-senpai? where exactly are we going?” you spoke in a volume which was actually to soft to be heard. “i’m taking you somewhere you can just relax okay? no matter how much the owner’s a slimy bastard.” he muttered. you arrived in an odd looking place surrounded with different types of decor which resembled corals and sea shells. leona said it was called the mostro lounge. “ah! leona-kun! what a surprise! areee~is that newbie-chan?” you gulped and hesitantly took small steps to where octavnielle’s dorm leader, azul ashengrotto, was. leona noticed your discomfort and slung his arm around your shoulder. “just relax.”

“tsk, can’t shut up can you, slimy bastard?” the man in the glasses just chuckled at this. “why that’s a new nickname leona-kun. care for anything to drink? newbie-chan?” you cleared your throat. “it’s (y/n).” you spoke softly, which caused azul’s eyes widened. “so you do speak! and not to mention you have a lovely voice.” you just nervously chuckled. “thank you...i don’t get that a lot...” azul shook his head. “why someone with an alluring voice as your’s just makes me want to...” he trailed off and cleared his throat. “would you two like anything to order? or...are you here for a contract perhaps..?” leona just sighed. “can you get us water or something for now?” he snapped. “oh i’ll get those two to do it. i want to have a conversation with the both of you.” and that conversation was filled with azul and leona just bickering with each other. sometimes you had a small input but they could barely hear you. you hated this. just speak up me! of course you tried to. but it didn’t work. “what’s this? an informal dorm leader meeting?” you three snapped your head around to meet the dorm leader of heartslabyul, riddle rosehearts. “ah~riddle! here for that contract huh?”

“we leave that matter for next time.” he brushed azul off and noticed you sitting next to leona. “ah, you’re (y/n) aren’t you?” you nodded. “nice to meet you.” you smiled softly and spoke softly as well. how gentle, riddle thought to himself. “well then, what are you doing here if you’re not here for that matter.” azul questioned. “well originally i was. but seeing we have company...” riddle glared at leona “we can have that discussion for another time.” and so riddle joined the conversation between the three of you. it was better this time, considering he asked you more questions. you got more comfortable with riddle being there and you were able to say something when you got the chance. “yooo! i managed to leave class early. i-eh, wait where’s idia?” you noticed in the front door to the lounge, the dorm leader of scarabia, kalim al-asim. “he’s not here. obviously.” leona scoffed. “ehhhh, but he wanted to meet me here.” he pouted. “anyways what are you four talking about?” he bounced all the way to your table. “(y/n)-chan here was just telling us about her whole experience with that racoon dog...thing...” kalim laughed. “oh the cat that burnt my butt on the first day.” you giggled. “it doesn’t hurt though right? grim really said sorry for it.” kalim smiled and waved his hand. “no, no! of course not! ne, ne, (y/n)-chan, are you enjoying your stay so far?”

truth be told. you weren’t. ever since the first day up to today, you were dreading every moment of it. however, since leona stood up for you, azul was nice enough to get you both something, riddle opened conversations for you, kalim was so cheerful and asked you tons of questions, you started to like it here. you never knew the dorm leaders were so nice. “ever since today actually...yeah. i really do.” you smiled. all the dorm leaders felt as if their heart skip a beat. cute. “come now, epel-kun, we need to teach you the different arrays of table manners-huh.” vil schoenheit, the dorm leader of pomefiore stepped inside the lounge to see you and four other dorm leaders sitting in a table and smiling at each other. “oh my, was this a party i wasn’t invited to?” when vil saw you, he left rook and epel confused at a table alone and went straight to you. “oh my, darling, you have such silky hair. please tell me what product you use.” he took a strand of your hair and admired it.

you flinched a little and your face was bright red. “u-uhmm..just normal shampoo?” vil then started complimenting every single thing about you. even the things about yourself you thought were somehow off. you were now beginning to have a really good conversation with all of them. you were able to answer, ask, and even crack a joke or two when a chance came up. suddenly kalim’s phone rang. it was idia shroud, the dorm leader of ignihyde. “ah! idia! join us for a chat!” kalim put his phone on speaker mode. “n-nice to meet you...shroud senpai.” you spoke to the phone. “ah? are you the new girl?” you nodded but forgot he wasn’t there to see you. riddle took notice of this and chuckled at how cute you were. “yeah. i am.” with idia, the conversation continued all night long. you were starting to get drowsy and tomorrow was a school day. “oh my, it seems our dear (y/n)-chan is getting sleepy. why not we call it a day.” azul spoke. you were honestly thankful for him. you waved each and every one of them goodbye with a large grin plastered on your face. aren’t there seven dorms though....not six? you thought to yourself. you ignored that thought and started heading back to the ramshackle dorm.

“grim’s going to kill me for staying out too late without getting him any food.” you noticed a tall figure lingering in front of the dorm. he looked shocked to see you. “a human..?” he had horns. how odd. “aren’t you...malleus draconia?” he smirked. “you seem to know me. yet you don’t cower in fear. how odd.” he started walking away from the dorm as you entered through the gate. you missed a step however and almost fell face first into the dirt. however a green mist covered your body and helped you stand upright. “please be careful, (y/n). i’ll be seeing you around.” and with that, he left. how did he even know my name?!

you tossed and turned in bed that night. you glanced out the window. just like every other night. you wanted to go back home, to your own world. but today, after meaning the seven dorm leaders, you’re not so sure you still want that to happen.

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aaaaa im not too proud of this one ;-; i’m going to listen to some chill songs later to try and get inspiration hehe. have a good morning/night guys :))

love, a♕

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thewolfisapartofmysoul · 4 years

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Hey lovelies,

I wrote a Dewey Finn/reader fanfic again.

Bare with me... its LONG. Also angst ahead, followed by our fluffy rock-god, who is too sweet for this world 😍.

The reader has a panic-attack and dewey is there to save the day.

Hope you enjoy. 💕 Lots of love.

High anxiety.

You sat on the floor of your living room. Shaking. Breathing heavily, said breath squeeking with each breath as you inhaled. Dread and panic settling in your chest as you wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to get your shit together. You felt your breaths getting shorter. Havier. And you felt the panic in your chest rising.

It had been a while since your last panic attack. A part of you was glad that your boyfriend wasnt home right now. It would be pathetic if Dewey saw you like this. Another part of you however, was getting even more fear since he wasnt home with you.

You knew Dewey for years, and since the years of friendship you two had shared, before tumbling into a relationship, he knew just what to do to help you calm down during said panic attacks.

You felt your heart clenching at the thought of him helping you each time you suffered like this, feeling even more helpless since he wasnt home with you.

Between shallow squeeking breaths and your racing heartbeat you sobbed. Tears streaming down your face in sheer panic. Feeling incredibly alone and scared you hyperventilated even more. Knowing it would be a while untill Dewey would come home, since it was only 12am. And he had to teach the kids untill 3.

"Wel... fuck fuck fuckerdy fuck..."

You felt so stupid, worthless, scared, sad and really REALLY anxious. You closed your eyes and pulled your knees towards your chest, as a pile of panic on the floor. Still crying and hyperventilating you managed to grab your phone as you texted Dewey, with shaking hands typing the message: 'panic' as you struggled to send the message through your blurred vision if tears and shaking nerves.

"Please read my text. Please read my text. I need you Dew-drop."

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Dewey drove so fast he just knew he was gonna get in trouble for it. However, he didn't have a single fuck to give right now. When he saw your text he practically ran out the classroom, shouting to the kids he had to go home and tell summer to get miss Mullens in the meantime.

Dewey's mind was clouded with worry as he raced home to you.

He was glad that you thought about texting him before your attack got worse... if you waited too long doing he knew you wouldnt be capable of doing so. He anxiously watched the time... still 3 more minutes. He hoped you were doing okay...

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It felt like you were sitting on the floor for hours. Sobbing violently, now full on hyperventilating. Your face wet from the tears. Your vision blurry from the tears and the hyperventilating was starting to make you see black spots everywhere you looked.

At this the heaviness of your chest only grew, and you felt your panic starting to rise even more.

You closed your eyes, pulling your head between your knees in a last attempt to make yourself calmer. The only thought repeating in your brain was: "deweydeweydeweydewey..."

As you sat at the floor, in full on panic mode you didnt realise Dewey rushing through the front door, his eyes growing wild in terror as he saw your helpless form sitting on the floor. He had to remind himself to breath calmly himself... deciding that he needed to be calm and assuring in this situation. Instead of stressing his ass off. He ran a hand trough his hair, collecting himself for your sake, as he walked calmly towards you.

Your had eyes still closed tightly, clinging your own knees so hard it turned your knuckels white, with your head still pressed firmly between them. Blocking the outside world. Your breathing was a mess, squeeking and uneven and all over the place.

Dewey was slowly coming closer to you, his worry grew each time you took in a high pitched fast breath. He was calculating every step he made towards you, the last thing he wanted was to scare you even more.

He figured sneaking up at you like this wouldnt do you any good, but you haven't seen or heard him approach you yet. So he decided that the first thing to do was to make you notice that he was there with you, that you didnt had to face this alone.

He started crouching down so he was leveling with you as he slowly started to hum a song.

Through your ragged short breaths you distantly heard someting, something other than your own sobs. Your ears perked up slightly, trying to focus on the sound instead of the feeling of panic that was heavy in your chest. You slowly started to recognise the song that you heard. It was the first song that Dewey ever played for you on his guitar.

You opened your eyes, your head hesitantly moving up. Anxiety and panic still as heavy as your breathing.

You looked upward and saw the concerned face of Dewey. Your Dewey. Your breath still squeaking, it took you a lot of efford to focus on him. But just seeing Dewey grounded you a bit.

He spoke with the softest calmest voice he could manage: "Hey sweetheart, you back with me? Keep your eyes on me, okay love? Can you do that for me? Just look at me and focus on my voice. Your doing great. Your gonna be fine sweetheart. Im here with you, your not alone."

You conintued to look at him. Relieved that Dewey was with you now.

"Thats it love. Keep those pretty eyes on me. I am gonna move closer to you, is that okay?" It took you all your willpower to nod once. He smiled at that, glad you showed him you heard him.

He scooted closer to you, as he kept lulling in his soft voice: "thats it sweetheart. Your doing great y/n, just focus on my voice. Keep looking at me sweetheart.

As he reached the point across you he carefully touched your knees, making sure you were okay with him doing so. Holding intense eye contact to notice the slightest bit of worry on your face as he touched you.The said worry on your face never came.

Still hyperventilating you noticed his hand laying sofly on your knee. He was still staring intently at you, his eyes were calm and assuring. He asked: "is this okay love? Is it okay if i touch you?" Again it took you all the willpower you had to nod at him. He smiled a bit at that. He knew from previous attacks that telling you what he was doing helped you with your anxiety.

Dewey very gently moved his other hand on your knee too. And started to move them up and down in a soothing way. All the while speaking: "Your doing great sweetheart. Im here with you. Just focus on the sound of my voice, keep your pretty eyes on me and feel my hands on your knees. Your gonna be okay. Breath with me love. Breath in. Breath out. Thats it, your rocking it. In with me. Out with me..."

You breathed in and out with dewey together. You felt the fog in your mind clearing at his voice and the pressure on your chest was becoming less heavy with each stroke on your knee. Your breathing gently slowing down bit by bit.

Dewey noticed this and beamed at you, moving closer untill he could properly hold you.

The sight alone made your heart flutter, and you managed to smile a tiny smile back at him, as you welcomed his embrace. Still unable to move you two sat on the floor for a while. Dewey proceeded to guide your breathing and his voice and presence literally banned your anxiety slowly. "Thats it love. In.... Out.... in.... out...."

As minutes had passed and your breathing was back to normal you managed to scoot even closer to him, cuddling in his safe embrace.

He hold you tight in his arms, humming as he did so. You sighed, as he rocked your body back and forward... his voice humming your thoughts away. You were surrounded by the comfort and love Dewey provided. You inhaled deeply trough your nose, the scent of dewey making you feel safe. He smelled like cinnamon, coffee, and a little bit of sweat combined with... tea tree oil...? He must have used your shampoo this morning. You couldnt supress a smile creeping up your face. Gosh, you loved that man.

Dewey noticed your slight smile appearing, followed by some tears rolling down your cheeck. Your emotions crashing in with full force, you just realized Dewey had come home early... just because you had a stupid panic attack. You mumbled in the crook of his neck: "im sorry Dew... im so sorry..."

Deweys mind worked fast at this. The chance of you panicking again closing in, and he knew he had to stop it. Fast.

You were in the middle of mumbling apologies as you felt a hand stroking your hair, and calloused fingers wiping your tears away as Dewey pecked every inch of your tear-stained face. He tried to speak while kissing you: "sweetheart *kiss* not *kiss* your *kiss* fault *kiss*...."

You chuckled at his attempt to kiss and talk at the same time. His scruff tickeling your face with each kiss.

He pulled away from pecking your face slighty to look you in the eyes and stroke your cheeck as he spoke:

"Y/n... love... dont say that. Its okay. Im here. I always will be here. Its not your fault, you did a good job texting me before it got worse. Your doing great. Your gonna be okay now. I love you SO much..." To prove his piont he kissed your nose.

You nodded. Smiling and knowing you had the BEST boyfriend ever.

He pulled you even closer to him, you were almost sitting on his lap now. His strong arms holding onto your waist, as he lulled in your ear:

"Should i draw you a bath, love? It might be good for your tense muscles... I'll even put your favorite oil in it for you..." he sing-songed the last scentence and you snorted at that.

He chuckled as well, glad he'd made you laugh.

You felt him moving to get up, but you tensed at this whispering: "Dew...."

His hand now slowly moving his way across your belly as he replied: "hmmm?"

You whispered with a shaky voice: "would you... do you mind... uhm..."

Deweys thumb moved tiny circles around your belly button as he kissed your neck softly: "I'm coming with you if you like that... you don't have to be alone now... no worries, okay?"

You nodded again. Dewey helped you on your feet and held your hand as you two walked the stairs.

You stripped down your clothes as Dewey prepared the perfect bath for you both. He slipped in first, and you rested against his torso in the tub. His chin resting on your head, and his armes wrapped around your waist. You felt the falling and rising of his chest behind you calming you even more. You closed your eyes, reveling in the moment before you broke the silence: "Thankyou Dewey.... i love you"

After pressing a kiss on the top of your hair he replied: "Anytime sweetheart, i love you too."

You shifted lightly is his grasp, turning so you were with your head on his chest now, his grip around you never leaving. He started to comb his hands trough your hair while humming softly into your ear.

And at that moment, you felt calm and safe in Dewey's embrace.

#bouncy oddball #alex brightman #dewey finn/reader #dewey finn fanfic #dewey x reader #dewey finn x reader #dewey finn #school of rock fanfition #school of rock broadway #school of rock #school of rock musical #dewey finn imagine #myownfic

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demonictransformation · 5 years

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YES!!! 300!!!!!! im so excited to see what you do next!! can i request 129 for zenitsu? like we all know he gonna fuck SMTHN up so plz go wild :,,) mom loves you granny uwu

You sure can! granny loves you even more uwu I actually finished writing this a couple days ago but really wanted to post something for my favorite thunder boi’s birthday so here it is! Thank you for being my first zenitsu request, I know it could’ve been hella wilder but I was feelin hella soft, im sorry ;-; just a lil heads up, the boys are a bit older here! Maybe in their early 20’s?

129: “Don’t fuck this up.”

Zenitsu couldn’t remember his heart ever beating this fast; it was way too loud and obnoxious for him to focus on anything else. He could vaguely hear his significant other’s steps, so undoubtedly theirs it caused him physical pain. He’d recognize that sound anywhere, anytime. They were drawing nearer and nearer; they’d arrive at the Butterfly Estate in less than five minutes. The thought of having to face them had him going into full panic mode already. He crouched down, covering his ears and shutting his eyes closed. He could still feel the coldness from the metal ring he held tightly on his fist, making his stomach turn. It was a trend he had seen in the big cities lately, men would ask their partners to marry them while offering a ring; a custom brought from the occident, no doubt. And for some reason, he thought that’d be a good way to pop that dreaded question. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, arguing that he simply had no idea of how to ask such thing. Once he figured that said foreign tradition would be the best, he had no reason to keep postponing this. It wouldn’t have been such a huge deal if he hadn’t, quite foolishly, informed certain burgundy haired man of his resolve.

“Zenitsu! Not this again!” Tanjirou complained, running his calloused hands through his face. The tiny sparrow that sat on top of Zenitsu’s head chirped in agreement.

“Its impossible.” The breath of lighting user mumbled, trembling. “There’s no way I could do this.”

“Finish what you started!” Was his response, followed by a strong hit to the blonde man’s head. Chuuntaro took flight just in time, and returned to his spot as Zenitsu whined, rubbing the wound.

“What if they refuse?” he asked, earning an exasperated sigh from Tanjirou; it was the tenth time he’d asked that in half an hour.

“What reason would they have to? You’ve been together for years!”

“M-maybe they’re bored of me already.”

“They would’ve left you a long time ago if that was the case!” He tried to reason, to no avail.

“They probably just don’t wanna hurt me!”

“You’re saying senseless things again!”

He was too lost in thought to realize his significant other was already standing at the main door, only a couple steps separating them. He screeched, attempting to crawl away. The other demon slayer grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, tugging on it to stop him.

“Tanjirou!” He cried, extending the last syllable dramatically. “Please don’t make me go!”

“I’m not forcing you to do anything, you’re the one who wanted to do this in the first place!” Tanjirou exclaimed. He wasn’t mistaken, of course. The man with the scar on his forehead pointed at his nose. “They love you more than anything, I can tell. And you love them just as much.”

“That’s…”

“You want to spend the rest of your life with them, don’t you?” He interrupted. Zenitsu nodded slowly, drying his tears with the back of his palm, still grasping the golden band in his other hand. He heard a door opening, followed by his name being called. He held in another shameful cry, standing up and ignoring his body’s shakiness as he took a couple deep breaths. Tanjirou patted his back a couple time, giving him a reassuring smile. He cursed at himself for being so weak against his companion’s gentle sound.

“Don’t fuck this up.” Zenitsu whispered to himself, sliding the door open. His partner’s face lit up immediately and they were about to jump into his arms to greet him, but he stopped them with a hand gesture. They stopped right away, throwing him a questioning look.

“Th-there’s something I need to ask you.” His voice was still trembling slightly.

“Alright…?”

He took a deep breath yet again, giving the ring a last squeeze before kneeling down, his eyes searching for theirs. Shock was written all over their pretty features.

“(Y/n), will you marry me?” He inquired, opening his hand to expose the ring. His partner’s tears were reflected on its shiny surface as they kneeled down in front of him, wrapping their arms around his neck. Words were not enough to express just how much they accepted his offer. They nodded, unable to speak properly, as Zenitsu’s own tears started to spill. Maybe facing his fears every now and then wasn’t that bad after all.

#300 followers event #zenitsu #kny #kny imagines #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer

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strayneoculturekids · 5 years

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High school AU Lee Mark x Reader

A/N: The idea for this fic isn’t completely mine, I got it after seeing a post and I’ve wanted to do it for a while so credit to whoever that person was ALSO I go to a school that has free seating so I have no idea how the teacher’s assign desks so forgive me for any mistakes

Highschool AU

Summary: The person who sits at your desk the period before you in class always left you cute little notes. At first, you think they’re just being sweet, but as the notes start to get a little more specific, you realize you might have a secret admirer.

Genre: Fluff

It was only the last period of your first day back at school, and you were already fed up. Due to the sleep schedule that you completely ruined over the holidays, you didn’t get to bed until around 3am last night. The bags under your eyes were very evident, but no one questioned it, because everyone else had them too.

Except for one person. Actually, he did have them, but did that stop him from being the most loveable person ever? No.

Mark Lee. The boy who always seemed to be so shining and bright, no matter the situation. You had never once seen him in a bad mood, not even today, on the first day of school. This was one of the many, many reasons you had a tiny little crush on him.

Despite Mark’s charming personality and outstanding looks, not a lot of girls were going for him. It was high school. A lot of girls wanted a bad boy and a relationship with no meaning, just for the thrill of it. You found this completely fine, you understood that they just wanted a little bit of relationship experience and to know what it felt like to have a boyfriend like that.

But some unknowable force just dragged you towards Mark.

You walked into your classroom, being met with the teacher and a few other students.

Ugh, why is the teacher here so early You thought dreadfully

She instructed you to your seat while you put on a fake smile and nodded, walking towards your assigned desk.

You plopped yourself down on the seat before looking down at your desk, not very surprised to see that it had already been graffitied on, it still looked fresh so you assumed that the person who sat at this desk the period before wrote it. just a short sentence.

I know it’s the start of the school year, but keep your chin up! It read

For some absurd reason, the cringey little message left on your desk by the mysterious person put a smile on your face and left your hear a little warm. You were aware that you probably looked like an idiot just staring at your desk and smiling, so after a few seconds, you instantly went back to your resting face.

During the whole class, you kept looking down towards that little note, and it actually helped you study a bit harder. You didn’t know why, but you really enjoyed it.

The next day, the same thing happened, where you saw a new little encouraging message. This went on for a few weeks before you got a message that particularly got your heart racing.

I saw you walking in the halls today, you looked pretty tired. Maybe you should try getting a bit more rest, but I like your new hairstyle!

You tried to think of any possible way as to how this message might not be for you, but alas, when you wiped your fingers across it, it left some ink on you, indicating that it had just been written.

And coincidentally, you had just started styling your hair differently today. You frantically looked around despite knowing that the person who wrote the note would be long gone by now.

A million thoughts were racing through your mind and the period felt like it passed in 5 minutes, but you didn’t retain a single piece of information.

By the time you left school, you were still in a daze but tried not to let it show when you arrived home. You decided that you would sleep on it, and crashed on your bed, falling asleep straight away despite having unfinished homework.

The morning came around far too soon and you got up and dressed slowly, a little bit less sleep deprived due to your extremely early night last night.

You went downstairs, finally noticing the time. It was 15 minutes until school started.

“FUCK” You shouted out loud

“Language” Your dad shouted back

You threw a quick sorry at him, almost deciding to skip breakfast, but weirdly remembering the little note you had gotten a few days previously.

Make sure to eat well!

You cursed yourself for remembering that a time like this and quickly went back to grab an apple from the fridge, racing out the door as quickly as possible, running as fast as your legs could possibly carry you.

You arrive at school in a huffing mess, but you arrived before the bell and that’s all that matters. You quickly went to your locker, instantly noticing the bright pink sticky note that was stuck to it.

You stared at it for a while before finally noticing the small crowd around you, whispering and pointing towards you and the note. After a short episode of dread and embarrassment, you took the note off your locker and read it.

Did you enjoy my notes? I hope so! You’ve been looking a lot healthier lately, I’m glad. Could you stay back after your class this afternoon? I wanna talk.

Your heart was racing at top speed and you felt a blush rise to your face. You gulped but before you had enough time to switch into full panic mode, the bell for the first period rung. You quickly stuffed your things in your locker and got out your books for your first class.

The day felt like it went on forever, you just wanted it to be over! The anticipation of meeting the mysterious stranger leaving you notes was killing you, you couldn’t focus on anything but the sticky note that had been left on your locker.

When the last period came around, you looked down at the desk, noticing that there was no new note. Of course, it was no surprise, however, you were still a bit disappointed.

The period itself felt like it dragged on for days, you kept looking to the clock every five minutes only to discover the time actually hadn’t changed.

Finally, the end of school came around and while everyone else was leaving the room, you were sitting not-so-patiently at your desk, tapping your foot, waiting to see who would come into the room next.

You heard footsteps coming towards the room and your heart was suddenly throbbing in your chest. You started to squirm in your seat until you saw someone walk through the door, that someone making you freeze.

Mark Lee.

His bright, signature smile was lacking for a few seconds, but when he saw you, it returned immediately and you could see his face becoming slightly red.

“M-Mark?!” You almost screamed, standing up from your chair

“S-surprise?” he said, timidly rubbing the back of his neck

Before you could even process the fact that Mark was the one leaving you all those notes, you ran up to him and wrapped him in a bear hug. Which he reciprocated after a few seconds of surprise.

“I can’t believe it was you” You said in a hushed voice

His beautiful smile echoed in the room and you stopped hugging him to look him in the eyes. Both of your faces were almost bright red.

“So...does that mean you do wanna go on a date with me?” he asked, a nervous smile spreading on his perfect face

#mark #lee mark #NCT #nct mark #nct lee mark #mark fluff #nct fluff #mark imagine #nct imagines #highschool au #kpop fluff #fanfic #nct fanfic

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edierone · 7 years

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Found a whole goddamn notebook in the dumpster this time

no idea whose handwriting this is or why they’d write it or who it’s supposed to be about but it’s fun isn’t it? happy ficlet fantasy friday!

Drifting up from a warm, dozy sleep, she feels the bed shifting under her, and the weight of an arm draped across her. She smiles, keeping her eyes closed, snuggling against him. He keeps moving, though, instead of settling in, and she mumbles, “What’re you doin?”

He’s propped himself up on one elbow behind her, the arm over her doing something complicated.

“Taking a bed selfie.”

“Huh?” She still hasn’t opened her eyes. What the fuck time is it, anyway?

“A bed selfie.”

Like that explains it.

One eye, then the other, slides reluctantly open, and she can make out his iPhone a few inches away in the dimness. They’re both in the frame, grainy and low-res; her hair is spilled out over the pillow, her bare shoulder exposed, his muscled arm disappearing into the corner where his hand is holding the phone. His thumb touches the button.

“It’s gonna be a week till we see each other again — I need a souvenir for when I get lonely,” he says.

Aww, he’s gonna miss me!, she thinks, charmed. Better give him something good to keep him warm up here.

“Hi, sexy!” she purrs, rubbing her backside against him.

He laughs, low in his throat, then kisses her temple, caressing her face with his own. He leans over her, resting his phone hand on the bed next to them.

“Mmm … love you,” he murmurs against her ear.

“Love you too,” she sighs. She turns her head to get his lips properly on hers, but something catches her eye.

“Babe — you’ve got it in video mode,” she giggles.

“What? No I don’t — oh yeah — ha! Nearly made a bed selfie sex tape. Hold on a sec —”

He squints at the phone, holding it back out a bit, then touches the button again, stopping the recording.

She kisses him lightly, eyes slipping shut again, and says “Send that to me tomorrow, will you? I might get lonely too.”

She knows he’s smiling in the dark, she can hear it when he says, “I’ll send it to you right now.”

“Mkay,” she sighs, feeling the heaviness of sleep creeping up again. She’s not sure how many minutes have gone by when she hears him again, all the cozy flirtiness gone from his voice.

“Uhhh … hm. That’s not — how did I — shit.”

“What is it?” she manages, vaguely alarmed by the flat worry she hears. Before he can answer, there’s a distinctive ping from her own phone on the bedside table.

She’s awake now. “Did you schedule a tweet for this time of night?”

He looks at her, confused. He has no idea what she’s talking about. She sits up, turns on the lamp and reaches for her phone, and sees a notification illuminating the screen.

And there it is, the reason for that sound, the custom tone she’s had put on her phone solely for his posts that tag her on social media sites: He’s somehow managed to tweet something, minutes ago, from his public account, and mention her.

“Bed selfie - miss you already,” it says, and then the video.

“Oh no …”

Her heart is triphammering, she feels a little sick. He looks at her, face full of dread.

Wordlessly, she holds it up for him to see. He presses the “play” icon, and they watch, heads together.

The camera is unsteady, and the lighting is isn’t great — but the sound is clear, and it’s absolutely, definitely her, and him. Together, in bed, obviously intimate and comfortable … and sexual as all hell. Twenty-four seconds. Time stamp, 3:23 a.m. today.

“Ffffffffuuuuuuuuck,” he groans.

“Oh shit,” she breathes.

“How do I get it back? Can I delete that? Oh goddammit —“

“Christ — how did you even DO that? Why do you even have the app on your own fucking phone?”

“I was — I don’t know! I sent it and then I went to check my email and then I looked back — you know I don’t know how this shit works! I thought I was messaging it to you — it’s fucking three thirty in the morning, I can’t —”

“Give me that!” She takes his phone, deletes the tweet, but knows that’s not all there is to it. She shoves it back into his hand. “Call whatsherface, Kylie or whatever her name is, the girl that does your social shit — call her right now. Or text her — both! Get hold of her right now!”

He’s frantically trying to do just that, while she opens her own Twitter app and deletes the tweet from her feed. It’s only been sixteen minutes since it was posted, and it’s the middle of the night, maybe nobody saw it?

Yeah, no.

It’s 3:45 a.m. in Vancouver, but it’s midday in Europe, and early risers are already up in New York. Fuck.

She watches, fascinated, as the number of notifications on her page begins to climb. Against her better judgment, she takes a look at what’s coming in — not sixty seconds after the time stamp, there’s a lot of “holy shit” and “OMFG” and “this is real! I live!” and so on. She opens her stealth tumblr account — same fucking story. There are screen caps already! What the fuck is wrong with people? It reminds her of one of those virus-outbreak movies, where one sick person infects ten more and they infect twenty more each and yada yada the breakdown of civilization. This won’t end civilization, but it sure as hell might fuck shit up for the two of them (including, probably, the final nail in the coffin of that other thing she’s had going on the last few months).

And then, shortly after they’d deleted the goddamn tweet, now five minutes in the past, a flood of “wait, what happened?” “WTFF what is going on” and “THE LINK WON’T WORK THE TWEET IS GOOOONE!”

Meanwhile, he’s located Katey or Kimmy or whomever, who’s now yelling at him from someplace with loud voices and music. She’s only half-listening to their conversation, but the gist of it seems to be that there’s nothing they can do now but damage control — they deleted it from their accounts, sure, but any number of people have seen it, re-tweeted it, screen-capped it — and downloaded and saved the video for re-posting.

Annnnnd here’s one on her tumblr dash: “i am the goddess of true love! I bring you deleted video, resurrected! Look upon my works and rejoice!”

The video is in it. Fuck. She touches the play icon, hears “It’s gonna be a week till we see each other again” — double fuck. It’s the real thing. It works. “Mmmm, love you …”

He finally hangs up on Kristie/Kelly/Kyra.

“ …You’ve got it in video mode” [giggle]

She hits pause, afraid to look at him right now. They’ve been so, SO careful, and protected themselves so well — everything ambiguous, smokescreens deployed, deniability maintained … well, mostly. Nothing they can’t handle. But this here — this is the smoking gun. She wants to shout at him, to ask him what the fuck he was thinking, how could he be so careless, how could he expose them like this, why didn’t he just wait till tomorrow to send it to her like she asked? Put on his goddamn reading glasses, for fuck’s sake?

But she knows he already feels awful, so she just squeezes her eyes shut and tries to breathe calm into her body. She doesn’t want to have a screaming fight right before she flies to another continent. This isn’t the old days — she’s fucking calm and fucking mature and they will deal with this like fucking grownups.

He sits on the bed, folded up with his head on his knees. An inarticulate groan comes from his general direction. “They’re gonna dissect this like the fucking Zapruder film,” he laments, and she barks startled laughter.

He looks up at last, surprised that she’s not trying to strangle him.

“How bad is it?” He gestures toward her phone.

Cringing slightly, she selects a representative post from tumblr: It’s the video, reblogged from the alleged “goddess of true love,” and right underneath it, a gif of Elmo in front of flames. The post has 290 notes already. The tags are a jubilant, nonsensical volcano of words and phrases she only partly understands — fucc me uppp, slay my entire ass, asdfjkl;lskj, platonic adult friends, i love dying and death and being dead, MURDER ME, why are they like this NEVER STOP, fight me, they’re gonna kill me, im spiraling, it’s a dumpster fire and i’m in it.

“Whyyyyy …” he moans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Most of America is still asleep, too. Just wait. It’s going to be so much worse.”

More inarticulate sounds of misery from him, then: “You know, if somebody assassinated the fucking President, the news wouldn’t spread this fast,” he mumbles. It’s only a slight exaggeration.

She flops dramatically onto her back, addresses the ceiling: “So. What do we do now? Deny and obfuscate?”

He laughs, loud and happy, for the first time since the phrase “bed selfie” came into their lives. “Fuck yeah!”

He stretches out and rolls over onto her prone body, covering her like a blanket, starts kissing his way down her neck. She shoves at him — not very convincingly — and grumbles “What’re you doing? Shouldn’t we start doing damage control?”

“Now??? Nahhh … it’s already out there.” He kisses her deeply, then murmurs into her ear, “We’re gonna do the time — might as well do the crime.” Reasonable, he’s always so reasonable …

“Hard to argue with that,” she says, shivering a little, running her hands over his broad back. Her heart speeds up and heat pools at her center, her physical responses to his touch as reliable as ever, yet still somehow surprising even after all these years. “Guess we’re pretty well fucked —”

“Oh, yeah,” he says against the hollow of her throat, then raises his head to look her in the eye — his expression the same one that’s gotten them into this kind of trouble a thousand times in the last 25 years, and will a thousand times more. “We’re definitely gonna be that.”

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@justholdinghandsok @becksndot5 @whatfallsaway @iva69s @guitargirl48 @emceecapitalc @inkcollectorus @lostlastsforever756

#no idea who wrote this #i just transcribed it #it was all bent and torn and had coffee grounds all in it #but i thought it was cute #things i found in the dumpster

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nguyenx33 · 5 years

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Can’t believe we are pregnant again. Being pregnant again wasn’t something I thought was going to happen anytime soon— at least not for us.

I remember while taking the pregnancy test I felt for sure there is no way I was pregnant. But as I was sitting there waiting. the second line appeared slowly. I had to double check the instructions and even triple check it because I could not believe the results I was seeing. Believe it or not— WE ARE EXPECTING!! My body went into this shock mode because Riley just literally turn 1. We were just pregnant about a year ago and now we are doing this all over again.

[First trimester]

unlike my first pregnancy— this pregnancy wasn’t as bad. I don’t recall having much morning sickness or throwing up after every meal I had.

Hearing baby’s heart beat for the first time was everything. Having another life grow inside of me is so beautiful. What we experienced with Riley was beyond magical and breath taking— & to be able to experience it all over again.... we are so lucky 💓

Both Layne and I are so excited to start on this pregnant journey again.

[Second trimester]

At first we were planning to do a gender reveal party. However after having a talk with each other. We’ve both decided to wait till we give birth to find out. YES. I know. How can we do that for 9 months?! Believe it or not at first I was so ANXIOUS to find out. I told myself, man there is no way I can wait that long. I need to know now!! But then I realize maybe after all it isn’t so bad waiting. Who doesn’t like surprises right?! It has to be one or the other— & for that we’ve decided to keep the gender a surprise.

Deep down in my gut feeling I swore we are having a boy. This pregnancy feels different and my instincts tells me it might just be a boy 👶🏻 —Idk, I could be wrong 🤷🏻‍♀️ boy or girl, as long as baby comes out healthy and full term. We are happy with which ever.

{16 - 36 weeks;}

So with this pregnancy to prevent preterm labor again. I had to start taking progesterone shots weekly until I hit 36 weeks. Thankfully I am able to get the shots at home. Layne was such a big help and im so grateful for him. For a person that has no medical background and has never given a shot before. He was the one who gave me the shots weekly with minimal pain. I remember how much I dreaded getting these shots weekly. I’m so glad it was over. On a good note. The shots did help.

[Third trimester]

Following up for my heart blocks. I had to do some extra testing to ensure my heart is ready for delivery and see if there is any leakage. Good news is that they did not find anything. Which is a good thing. Dr Khan, however did suggest I get a sleep study done. I on the other hand, don’t feel like I need to at this point or will in the near future. My palpitations has not been bad at all with this pregnancy. As a matter of fact, I barely had any.

36 week prenatal visit was when I got my cervix check every week until labor. Good news was I was only half centimeter dilated. My cervix is still close.

{37-39 weeks}

Final last trimester— feeling heavier than ever. Swollen foot, hands & backaches. I can’t believe i made it to full term. We’re so excited to bring baby home with us and not have to go to the NICU.

During the last two prenatal visit I was measuring a little big so Dr Asato ordered an ultrasound to see how much baby weighs. Weighing in at 5 lbs 4 oz about 1 month before my due date. I had thought baby is at least 6 lbs already. Where is all this weight going to? 😳 At this point it’s a waiting game. Wondering if my water bag will break or when my mucous plug will pass. Will I start to have contractions again. Thankfully I made it to water park with the family and my little one 🥰 being pregnant with a big belly at 38 weeks walking around for 6 hours in the sun is not the best idea. You would think all this walking I’ve been doing I would go into labor a bit sooner but i did not. Deciding to take my maternity leave 1 week early was a good idea. By 39 weeks I was so tired and had body aches every where. We had thought this baby might be a 4th of July baby. But surprisingly I made it through 4th july. July 5 was Vivian’s birthday and July 6 is Devin’s birthday. For some reason I woke up the morning of Vivian’s birthday with a burst of energy. I thought to myself, oh gee today might be that day. The last few days I’ve been feeling minor contractions but it wasn’t painful to the point where I felt like dying. It was bearable.

Sure enough I was bleeding that morning. I called Dr Asato to see if I should go to kap or what I should do. Apparently bleeding is ok and it’s probably from all the cervix check prior. As long as I’m not bleeding heavily or having painful contractions I was advised not to go in yet— however I am in the process of going into labor.

At first I thought that was my mucous plug passing but turns out it probably wasn’t.

I called Layne to let him know he needs to come home now because I am going to labor— soon.

Through out the day the contractions were bearable. Nothing harming or painful. We cleaned our house a bit, i sterilized the bottles and was able to take a nap for a bit. We also had dinner at aunty’s place. We’re all waiting at this point because baby could come any minute. Surely enough after we got home. From 10 pm to 1 am my contractions were consistent with a pattern and it was creeping up on me. Around 1 ish I knew it was time to go.

39 weeks and 4 days. We can’t wait to meet you baby. 🥰💓

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ohmygoth311 · 7 years

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I know no one reads these......

this is for my own venting....

700am

The DMV, sucks..... Yup, no matter what you do, you cannot avoid going to the DMV. Rest assured you may have someone go for you, but you will always at some point or another, end up going to the DMV. By yourself. In public. I am an introvert off the clock, so when I have a day off, I am dreading the fact that I may have to go out in public at some point. Now, I am normally off on weekends, but I was lucky enough to get a weekday off. Which, I thought would be the perfect time to get some major errands done. I got to the DMV bright and early, (about an hour before they actually opened.) and I waited until 8. Now, there were already people there who probably had the same brainy idea that I did. So, there we were. Waiting. Finally, 8am rolls around and everyone is getting ready to go in. There is someone who is walking down the line asking people what they are there for etc. When it’s my turn to tell her, she cuts me off and just says, “Go inside and take a number.” Well, if you’re not going to get a jump start to help people out, why come outside? But, I am the 6th person in line and I walk in, up to receptionist and I tell her what I am there for. She gives me a number, C001. Cool, I am going to be called. If you know anything about how the DMV is set up, they have these screens that call out the number and then tells you what window to go to. I am sitting there waiting for my turn, scrolling on my phone. When I hear, “Now serving C002 at window 13.” Wait... What!? How did I miss my number being called?? I walk back up to the receptionist and she tells me that I need to be sitting in the waiting area. A little annoyed but in the nicest way possible, I told her that my number wasn’t called, but they were already on C002. She looked at me with a blank stare and told me that I need to be watching the screens for the numbers and windows. I take one step back, and I look up to a black screen. I look back down at her and again, a little bit more annoyed this time, I say, “Oh, you mean the numbers that are on the screens that are turned off?” She, again giving me the blank stare, tells me that I need to be sitting in the waiting area. I shift my look and my tone, “Look, honey, I know you don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, but if you step outside of your little cubicle here, you can see that the monitors around the place are completely black, which means they are in the off position and to better assist others, you might want to tell someone to turn them on.” She rolls her eyes. Okay, now I’m about to go into, can-i-speak-to-your-manager mode. Still in the nicest way possible, I asked/demanded for a new number. She rolls her eyes and then shoves a new number in my hand to get me out of the way. A001. Okay, no mistakes... Im going to get it right.

830am

My number gets called and I head over to the window and let the woman behind the desk know what I am there for. She is very polite. But, there is an issue, I missed a payment and I can’t get my tags. Well, shit. She gives me all of the necessary paperwork and lets me know that I can’t make the payment in the office, I have to call or do it online. Seriously? I can’t catch a break. I go back out to my car and head over to the nearest Walmart to get a prepaid card (I don’t believe in banks.) I get what I need and I head back to my car.

900am

Technology is great! When it works. I called the handy little number that the woman had previously given me, and I am on the phone with an automated system. After 40min of saying and then repeating again and again and again, I can’t make the payment. Are you kidding?! I gave up and went home to make the payment.

1100am

The payment is made, now all I have to do is go back to the hellhole that is the DMV. I leave and get there in decent time. I see that the previous woman receptionist is gone and it’s a man. I walk up tell him what I need and then fill out all of the paperwork he gave me, then sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. Over an hour and a half more of waiting, my number gets called and I walk up to the window. The woman asks me what I am here for again and asks for my paperwork. I don’t have it, the male receptionist took it. She tells me that I need to have all of the paperwork in order to get my tags. I told her the guy took it and she huffs at me and gives me a dirty look, like I am the one who is making her get up and go ask. She comes back about 10 minutes later and starts the process of getting my tags. That’s when she sees something she doesn’t like. With a very stern and rude tone she asks me how did I get my penalties waived if my all of my paperwork was there? I came up with a little white lie on the fly and told her that I had an issue with the post office because I had just moved. Which, that part was true. She rolled her eyes and I could tell she was mad that I paid less for my renewal. With a shit eating grin, I asked if I could have my sticker and she didn’t answer me. She did her duties and then shoved my sticker at me and told me to have a nice day. I walked out laughing, but the whole thing took over 6 hours......

#ihatethedmv #if you hate your job quit

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