and stop with the varsity jackets

zach dempsey: can i kiss you?

Request: “I want a zach dempsey x reader one. Fluffy, and I want them to kiss.”

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning(s): Fluffy and cute.

Word Count: 632

Gif: @joeck (Gee, no surprise.)

A/N: I didn’t really know where I was going, so bear with me.


“No, Zach, it’s not rocket science,” you exhale. “It’s just biology.”

You had the glorious opportunity to tutor the great Zach Dempsey. Yes, he’s attractive and ambitious, but he’s also incredibly thick.

Zach dropped his pen on the table and leaned back. He let a sigh escape his lips; which moved the piece of hair that laid upon his forehead. You hung your head on your shoulder, watching him close his eyes. You wouldn’t be telling the truth if you said you weren’t attracted to Zach Dempsey.

Tutoring Zach Dempsey isn’t the hardest job in the word, but it also ain’t the easiest. You couldn’t understand it- he was always getting good remarks in biology. But spending an extra hour with the heartthrob of Liberty was definitely worth it.

“So, what exactly do the nonkinetochores do?” You asked, trying to focus him back on the worksheet.

He sighed once more, moving the paper into his sight. “Uh, they elongate the cell for replication.”

You nodded, acknowledging his correct answer. “And why the cell elongates, it starts to…?”

“Create cell cleavage?” He questioned. You smiled and he took that as a result of getting the right answer.
 
“See, you understand,” you chuckled. You checked your phone for the time: 3:45. “And right on time. We gotta go.”

You both packed up and left the library. It was raining heavily, which you did not expect as you had not coat or jacket. Zach took off his varsity jacket and wrapped it around you when he saw you rub your biceps.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Zach asked. His car was across the lot.

“Uh,” you paused. You checked your phone and saw that your dad couldn’t pick you up. “Please?”

He grinned and nodded. “No problem.”

Zach took his jacket off your shoulders and held it above your head. You two started speed walking to his car. When you were walking, Zach dropped his binder. You stopped to pick it up, but so did Zach. You both had turned into each other.

“Oh,” you exhaled. You were not soaking wet from the rain.

You looked up at Zach as he looked down at you. The water dripped off his forehead to his nose, then down to his lips. His mouth was slightly parted, which explained his heavy breathing.

He gentle moved a string of wet hair from the front of your face. He left his hand to hold the side of your head.

“Can I,” he breathed. “Can I kiss you?”

The corners of your lips curved up and your cheeks became rosy. Zach imitated the features.

“Please,” you whispered.

Without hesitation, Zach leaned forward. You pressed your hands against his chest to stabilize yourself to tippy toe higher. You felt his lips hover over your bottom. He nibbled slightly and pulled away.

You gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him back for another kiss. You felt his smile form when he wrapped his arms around your waist. You released your grip to connect your hands about the crook of his neck.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, forcing him to crouch slightly to get a better angle. You sighed in the comfortable position. You pulled away, keeping your eyes closed.

“Get out of the rain! You’ll get sick!” the custodian shouted from the library.

Zach snapped his head to the man, then tilted his head. He picked up his binder then took your hand. Together, you both walked over to his car.

“Let’s get you home.” Zach opened your car door, letting you in first. He jumped into the driver’s seat.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other in your hand, he drove out of the lot.

“Tutoring got all the more interesting,” Zach laughed.

sad boy + justin foley

plot : after his mum’s new boyfriend kicks him out, Justin only has one thing to do

word count : 1403

notes : for two people who wanted Justin Foley but I forgot their accounts so I’m sorry for not tagging

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Running out of his house, bag slung over his shoulder, Justin wiped his wet eyes on the sleeve of his varsity jacket, only for the tears to be replaced with new ones. He didn’t stop until he couldn’t run anymore, legs aching, throat burning. He had no idea where he was, he couldn’t tell with his blurry vision. It was almost nightfall, not a person In sight. He fell to his knees, bag dropping with a loud thump, as a quiet sob passed his lips.

There was one thing Justin could think of doing. One person he wanted to talk to now, he needed to talk to right now. He reached into his pocket, hands trembling as he did so, retrieving his phone. He somehow found your contact, a picture of your beaming face on his screen, the image alone calming him down the tiniest bit. He shakily pressed the dial button, holding his breath while waiting for you to pick up. Begging you to answer.

One ring. Two ring.

More tears gathered in his eyes.

Three ring.

You were probably busy. You didn’t need him as a burden.

Four ring.

More and more tears fell as another sob racked his body.

“Hey”

The world stopped. Justin’s voice was caught in his throat, no words forming.

“Justin? You there?”

He couldn’t help the cry he let out of his mouth.

“Justin?! Are you okay?”

The sound of your panicked voice, filled Justin’s heart. You cared, you were the only one who cared.

“Y-Y/N”

It was only a whisper, something you shouldn’t have caught but you did.

“Justin? What happened? What’s wrong? What did they do?”

“I- I can’t. I-”

The words wouldn’t come out, as much as Justin tried.

“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up” you stated.

Justin heard the jingling of keys through the phone.

“I- I don’t know. There’s houses and- and a-” he stuttered, trying to speak through the suffocation he was feeling.

“Justin. Stop. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now tell me, can you see a street sign anywhere?”

He did as you instructed, following your smooth, familiar voice.

“Risely Avenue” he said after a while.

“Stay where you are, I’m coming. And Justin?”

He blinked back more tears as he listened to you talk.

“Yeah?”

“Everything will be okay”

It was a mere 10 minutes before your familiar car drove up the street, headlights illuminating the otherwise dark road. Justin looked at the ground as he stood, ashamed to look at you in his current state. He heard the click of the car door opening, followed the by the clicking of your shoes on the gravel road. He managed to look up, eyes meeting with your warm ones. You stood right in front of him, inches away. You held your arms out and in less than a second, Justin fell into your arms.

“Hey”

He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.

“Hey” he replied, his voice a tiny squeak.

You pulled away, much to Justin’s dismay. You picked up his bag from the floor and he didn’t have the energy to protest, taking his hand in yours, you walked back to your car, settling them in. And then you drove.

“Y/N”

You turned to look at your boyfriend of more than a year for a second before fixing your eyes back on the road.

“I- uhm I-”

“You don’t have to explain Justin. Not now anyway”

You pressed your lips together, gently placing a hand on his knee while keeping the other on the steering wheel. He flinched at the sudden contact, but your hand stayed where it was.

“I’m sorry, I just I-”

He immediately started to apologise, even though you thought nothing of it and completely understood.

“Sh, Justin. Just relax, you’re with me now” you assured, running a thumb across his jean clad knee.

He nodded, swallowing thickly, shutting his eyes and focusing on your soft touch. You flicked your eyes to him, watching his long eyelashes fall on his cheekbones. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, dried tears on his cheeks.

Soon enough, you reached your house, parking the car in the driveway. Justin opened his eyes, blinking a few times. You silently hopped out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before opening the passenger door.

“You don’t have to do all this” Justin mumbled.

“Come on” you urged, ignoring his statement.

The two of you walked into your house, the warmth engulfing you both. You took his hand in yours, leading him to the spare bedroom.

“Have you eaten yet?” you questioned.

Justin shook his head, like you expected.

“Well, you know where the showers are, I’m going to heat up dinner okay?”

He nodded, looking at the floor. You could tell he was on the verge of another round of tears. You frowned, walking up to him and wearing your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. You felt him smile, even if it was a small one.

You stepped away, smiling at him softly, before leaving the room. You walked to your kitchen, getting the leftovers from Robert out to heat them up. Nobody should be treated how Justin is. Justin didn’t call you about this, usually going to Bryce’s house or Alex’s but not yours. He never wanted to bother you with his problems, thinking he would be a burden to you. It took Justin almost a year before he even told you about his condition at home and that was only after Zach accidentally mentioned it.

You took the food out of the microwave, placing it on the dinner table while waiting for him to arrive. Your parents were big business people, meaning they were out of town a lot of the time, so they bought you your own little house to stay in which they occasionally visited.

Ten minutes later, the sound of water running stopped, meaning Justin was out of the shower. Another ten minutes later, Justin padded into the dining room, where you were waiting for him. His hair was dripping wet, droplets trailing down the back of his neck. His eyes were redder, even puffier while his bottom lip quivered. What you noticed now was the significant bruises that had formed around his neck and the sight of all of this made you shatter a little on the inside. He tugged at his sleeves, still looking at the floor. He had changed into a pair of sweats and a t shirt.

You went to him, pressing a slight kiss on his shaking lips. You gripped his jaw with a feather-like touch, tilting it upwards to expose the purple and blue skin of his neck. You gingerly touched the large bruises that were vaguely in the shape of fingerprints. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing under your thumb. You sighed and pulled away.

“Sit, Justin”

He listened to your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked up his fork, staring at his food with no intention of eating it.

“I’m not that hungry right now Y/N, I’m sorry for making you go to all this trouble-”

“It’s fine Justin, I understand. Want to go to bed?” you offered.

He nodded, standing up from the table with you following suit. You put his plate back in the fridge before taking his hand and walking back to bed. You got in first, opening your arms and inviting him to lay with you. He complied immediately, putting his head on your shoulder, intertwining your legs.

“You have to report them Justin. Those bruises… they look bad. It’s the worse it’s gotten so far” you gulped, your own heart becoming heavy with the thought.

“I can’t Y/N, I’ll be shipped off to some foster home with people I don’t even know and I might even have to move away. I’m not risking that”

You nodded, it was a hard decision for anyone.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine”

As the words left his mouth, you felt wetness on your shoulder.

“Oh Justin, you don’t need to act strong now. It’s okay to be human” you whispered into his ear.

And those were all it took before he broke down for the third time that evening. His body shook violently as you held him tight.

“It’ll all be okay Justin. I promise”

And in that moment, Justin realised that the only real place he felt safe was with you.
Varsity Jackets and Peaches. - Part 1

–words: 6k

warning: grinding

Summary; Dan Howell hates him. He hates that black haired boy that wears a varsity jacket and smells like peaches and oh goes by the name Phil Lester. He takes joy out of ruining Dan’s life and he hates him. Well he hates him until a round of spin the bottle commences.

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     “Were going to be late!” Dan exclaimed.

Jesse rubbed his eyes and stuffed his books into his bag. He shut his locker just as Dan pulled him down the hall. Someone with red hair decided that he wanted to sleep in this morning and forget to pick his best friend up like he did every morning.

“It’s only Ms. Rogers class, calm down.” Jesse mumbled.

“Don’t tell me to calm down.”

Jesse rolled his eyes and let Dan pull him down the hall.

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so for some ungodly reason i wanna write this fic

title: unknown (haven’t come up with one would appreciate suggestions!)
summary: jimin’s the school’s badboy with a secret kept under lock & key. taehyung’s the school’s troublemaker and jimin’s closest friend. jungkook’s the school’s newest transfer with an obvious love for photography. what happens with the 3 of them clash?
pairing: jikook mainly with platonic vkook with the aspect of jimin and tae as basically jungkook’s personal bodyguards but jimin’s the boyfriend (eventually) + bodyguard morphed into one
warnings: there are hints of bullying and racial slurs, so I just want to warn you. Jungkook moved from Busan to the USA shortly after his mother died (his father’s identity will be revealed later if I do end up writing this) and moved in with his grandparents. Other than that, from my ideas about this, it’d be a rated m fic which means - yes, smut ;)

this would be a visual for jimin. except his hair is pink like in ynwa (speaking of that i ded) and minus that piercing on his nose, it’s just a regular piercing instead of that plus he has a tongue piercing (wink wonk did i mention SMUT ;) ;) ;)) and ofc tattoos on his arms.

sneak peak???

“I-I’m s-so-sorry! I- It was an a-accident!” Jungkook pleaded, pressing himself against the wall even more. The poor boy was shaking like a leaf in the vicious wind; all because he accidentally bumped into someone and caused them to spill their fresh coffee on their favorite shirt.

Give the poor boy a break, it’s his first day in a public school for god’s sake.

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Opposites Attract - Part 1 (Ethan Dolan x Reader)

Request: babe, i have a request. can you do an imagine of football!ethan? you’d be the responsible, quiet girl, and he’d be the intimidating boy, but good kid. he finds you the most gorgeous creature, and gets all shy when he decides to go talk to you. 🌹

Warnings: swearing, what else do you expect from me

A/N: once again I didn’t stick to the request that much, sorry not sorry!! Anyways I’d like to say that football!Ethan is hot as hell. 

Opposites Attract Masterlist.

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I can’t stop thinking about high school!au genji76 like

Genji is the stereotypical promiscuous cheerleader who gets drunk at a party and hits on the Football Captain and Jack doesn’t do anything but help Genji get home safely and like. Maaaayyybe kiss him goodnight. The next day a hungover genji gets a text from Jack telling him to drink water and an ill used smiley emoji. The next week Jack properly asks Genji out and Genji is like “??????? OK?????”

Genji wearing Jack’s varsity jacket, holding hands with him down the hall. Making out in Jack’s hick pick up truck. Genji flirting and making Jack blush. Jack punching someone square in the mouth who calls Genji a slut. Snuggled up and watching anime, which Jack knows about because he’s a closet fuckin NERD. Jack being respectful to Genjis parents, and Hanzo’s glaring protectively in the corner.

My Varsity [NCT U Mark Oneshot]

REQUESTED: Mark scenario where he gives you his varsity jacket to wear during his game so his friends tease you and him about it bc it’s like a symbol that you two are dating even tho you guys were unofficially a thing ? :)

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You’re coming right?” Mark asked me as the both of us walked back home.

“Of course,” I said with a smile. “But wouldn’t it be cold for you guys to play in this weather?” I asked worriedly.

“We’ll be fine,” Mark said.

“But you might get sick,” I said to him with a worried face.

“I’ll be fine, Y/N, don’t worry,” Mark said with a gentle smile. “I promise. Just come to my game tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” I replied with a smile.

***

It’s Mark’s baseball game today. The weather was colder than yesterday, I’m really worried for Mark. He’s like my best friend - but I don’t see him as a best friend. I’ve had a crush on him since we first talked. Everything about him makes me happy and want to be around him more. Even if he doesn’t like me back, I’ll be happy by just being his best friend.

“Hey, Y/N,” Herin called out to me.

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to the baseball game today?”

“Probably, I told Mark that I’ll come,” I replied.

“Are you sure you and Mark aren’t dating?” Herin asked curiously and I nod.

“Of course, we’re not,” I replied with a faint laugh and shook my head. “We’re just best friends. Besides, I think he likes someone else.”

“Okay,” Herin said unsurely and walked off.

Leaving me alone at my desk and staring out the window.

“I wish he did,” I mumbled to myself.

“Wish he did what?” I heard Mark asked as he came to my desk.

“N-nothing!” I said with a convincing smile. “Anyway, are you ready for your big game?” I asked trying to cover the topic.

“I’m kind of nervous actually,” Mark said with a laugh.

“Awww, Mark is nervous,” I teased him and he hit me lightly.

“You don’t have to tease me about it,” Mark said and rolled his eyes.

Lami’s P.O.V.

“Are you sure they’re not dating?” I asked Herin.

“Well, that’s what Y/N told me,” Herin replied.

“I’m pretty sure they are,” I replied. “Look at them, they’re so happy together.”

“And don’t tell me that they don’t have feelings for each other,” Koeun said. “Like, look at their smiles and their laughs. It’s definitely not fake.”

“I really don’t know,” Herin replied.

“I totally ship them,” Hina said.

“Alright, I think we should stop talking about them,” I said to them.

“Why?” Koeun asked and all of us stopped looking at the two of them.

“Talking about who?” I heard Y/N asked.

“Uhhh, talking about Sohye,” I said immediately. “Yeah, we were talking about Sohye.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N said and immediately walked away. I know she doesn’t like to talk about people so it’s not surprising for me to see Y/N walkaway.

“That was close,” Hina said.

***

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I’ll see you before the game,” Mark said to me.

“Okay, but where should I wait for you?” I asked.

“Just wait at the cafeteria,” Mark said and I nod.

“Alright, see you,” I said and continue packing my bag as Mark walked out the class.

After packing, I grab the books at the teacher’s table and walked to the teacher’s room.

As I walked, I was greeted by some of the seniors and some of my classmates that were going to the baseball game later.

Before I knew it, I reach the teacher’s room. I searched for History teacher’s table and placed the book there.

“Oh, Y/N, can you come here for a while?” One of my teachers called me. “Can you please find Lami and tell her that I need her homework by tomorrow?”

“Sure,” I replied with a smile. “I’ll be going first, teacher.”

“Aren’t you cold, Y/N?” My teacher asked. “You’re not wearing a jacket.”

I looked at my clothes and realised that I probably left my jacket in the classroom.

“Oh, I probably left it in the classroom,” I replied. “Goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” my teacher replied and I walked out of the teacher’s room and went to find Lami first. She’s probably at her locker.

***

“See you at the game Y/N!” Lami said.

“See you!”

I walked back to my classroom to get my jacket. Luckily, my classroom wasn’t far from the lockers, so, I arrived there pretty quick.

But, when I tried to open the door, it was locked. “Ah, dang it,” I mumbled to myself angrily. I know I should have taken it earlier.

“Forgot something?” I heard Mark’s voice from behind.

I saw his reflection on the window and smiled at him.

“Kind of,” I replied and turned to look at him.

“It’s cold outside, you shouldn’t be wearing such a thin layer of clothing,” Mark said and began to take out his varsity. “Here, wear this,” Mark said and gave me his varsity.

“But, aren’t you cold?” I asked him and he shook his head.

“As long as you’re warm, I’ll be fine,” Mark said. “Besides, I have to play later, either way. I better get used to the weather a little.”

I nod in defeat and let him hold my bag as I wore his varsity. When I wore it, he passed me back my bag.

“Thanks,” I said to him.

“No problem,” Mark said and smiled at me.

As the two of us began walking towards the baseball field, I realised that Mark was actually really cold.

“Mark, you’re freezing,” I said to him worriedly.

“No, I’m not,” Mark said shivering slightly.

“You are, look at your skin,” I said and he just rubbed his shoulders.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Mark said trying to convince me.

I didn’t reply and just wrapped my arms around him. Even though he’s taller than me, I tried to make him feel as warm as possible.

“Are you feeling warmer?” I asked and saw his cheeks turning red.

“Y-yeah, definitely,” Mark said.

I broke the hug and we continued walking.

“Why didn’t you just wait at the canteen?” I asked Mark.

“I did, but you weren’t there. So, I thought you were still in class,” Mark replied.

I nod and felt a little bit bad for worrying him a little.

***

When we reached the field, there were plenty of people already sitting in the bleachers. I followed Mark and to see his teammates to wish them all good luck.

“Y/N!” The boys called out to me happily.

“Hey guys,” I greeted them with a smile.

“Where did you two love birds go?” Donghyuck asked.

“Yah!” I hit Donghyuck lightly for calling Mark and I love birds. We’re not even dating.

“Just kidding, just kidding,” Donghyuck said with a slight laugh.

As all of us talked about the game, Jeno said something that started to make the both of us blush like crazy.

“Is Y/N wearing Mark’s varsity?” Jeno asked.

“Who else in our team wears number 10?” Jaemin asked and the boys began teasing us.

“Aww, they’re definitely dating.”

“I think my heart is going to explode from their cuteness together.”

“Someone please take a photo of them together.”

“I already have a photo of them together.”

“Who doesn’t!?”

I just shook my head and was about to take out the varsity jacket, but Mark immediately stopped me.

“No, the game’s about to start and you’ll be cold. Just wear it until the game finishes,” Mark said and I nod.

“Okay,” I said with a smile and looked at the boys that were all smirking at me.

I just rolled my eyes at them and wished them all good luck.

As I left, I could hear Mark being teased by the boys and just rolled my eyes. I wish we were actually together, though.

***

“Oh my god! Congratulations guys!” I exclaimed as I saw them coming out from the field. “You guys did so well!”

“Of course!” Jisung said confidently and received a light hit from me.

“I think Mark did really well because Y/N hugged him today,” Jeno teased.

“H-hugged? H-how?” I asked surprised.

“Jaemin saw it,” Jeno said and pointed to Jaemin.

“You guys looked very cute together,” Jaemin said trying to defend himself.

“Let’s go party you guys!” Jisung shouted and they all agreed - even me.

***

As we all went to Jisung’s house for a party, Mark pulled me away from the crowd.

“Follow me,” Mark said and I followed him.

We climbed a tree to get to Jisung’s treehouse that was unoccupied. From the treehouse, we could see all the students and them having a great time.

“You did really well today in the game,” I said to Mark.

“Really?” Mark asked and I nod with a smile. “T-thanks.”

“It’s a lovely night, isn’t it?” I asked him and looked up at the sky.

“Yeah,” Mark said and looked up. “It’s just as lovely as you.”

I looked at him in shock. “W-what…?”

“You look lovely today. Especially in my varsity,” Mark said.

“What are you trying to say?” I asked with a smirk.

“I love you,” Mark said. “Especially when you wear my varsity.”

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Thank you Anonymous for the request. I really loved writing this and I hope this fulfilled your request xD I added some of the SR16G & SMRookies Mini Boys to create some little scene xD I hope it’s okay for you. 

Winter Break: Part Seven

Summary: Your brother, Sebastian Stan, is taking you for a little vacation and internship scouting with him on the set of Captain America: Civil War. On the trip, interesting friendships are made, and Spider-Man doesn’t stay your least favorite superhero.


Characters: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland, Scarlett Johansson, Chadwick Boseman, Robert Downey Jr., Paul Rudd, Daniel Bruhl, Don Cheadle, Elizabeth Olsen, Jeremy Renner(more to be added)


Word Count: 1.5k words


Warnings: Swearing?

A/N: heyo, so I just wrote this up today. the scene in here is one of my favorite scenes in CA:CW so I hope I did a good job of capturing it. thank you also to everyone who’s been messaging me and supporting me, you all are dreams, and thank you to everyone who’s been liking the story. (: enjoy

Originally posted by pennyroyalorange

Leipzig-Halle Airport was freezing.


It was barely eleven o’clock in the morning, and you were standing in close quarters with Elizabeth and Chris, shivering together. They were dressed as their superheroes, and you had to admit they both looked even better in person than on the screen.


“When’s Jeremy going to get here?” you ask, running your hands up and down your arms. You were wearing Damon’s jacket again, along with a long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. The weather wasn’t actually that cold, but the wind that would blow across the runway sent the entire cast and crew scuttling for either thicker jackets or human warmth.


“Soon,” Joe Russo replies from a few feet away, near the main camera. “We didn’t need him until today, and he had a few interviews to get to. Once he lands over there,” Joes waves his hand towards the furthermost side of the airport, “we’ll get him suited up and ready to go.”


“So we’re just going to stand here?” Sebastian asks, hugging himself. Mackie was hugging him, and Tom was leaning closely to both of them, teeth chattering. You felt especially bad for him, since was wearing his thin Spider-Man costume and windbreaker jacket, which didn’t look like it was doing much besides keeping his hair in place.


“Renner’s flight is delayed,” Anthony Russo suddenly says, looking up from his phone. Collectively, the cast groans.


You glance back over at Tom, who’s rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, and frown. You think back to when he had offered his arm out to you on the way to the park, and you cave.


“I’ll be right back,” you say to Chris, because you know if you look at Elizabeth you’re going to turn red. You slink past Sebastian and Mackie, and dodge Robert’s swinging hands as he carries on about why Iron Man is better than Thor with Chadwick, and stand in front of Tom.


“(Y/N),” he looks up at you in surprise, and you give him a shy smile. You take Damon’s jacket off of yourself, and offer it out to Tom.


“Trade you,” you say simply.


He stares at the letterman jacket for a long moment, before glancing at his own jacket. “I don’t know if this would keep you warm.”


“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “I’m not the one wearing the Spider-Man onesie.”


Tom laughs, loud and adorably, and you find yourself smiling at him.


“I’ll give it back to you when Renner gets here,” he tells you, and begins to slide out of his windbreaker. He hands you the jacket, his cold, gloved hands sliding over your own hands, and you give him the letterman jacket.


Tom’s jacket is hardly warm, and you shiver as you put it on and zip it up. Tom looks very…well, you can’t think of the word. Strange, possibly? Wearing the Spider-Man costume covered in sensor dots and your high school’s varsity football league jacket, he was definitely something else.  


“Now you look cold,” Tom chuckles, and you glance back at him.


“I’m okay,” you tell him, smiling. “I had to repay you a favor anyways.”


Tom takes a moment before he smiles, dropping his head and shaking it. “I’m sorry,” he says.


“For what?” you ask, shifting on feet.


“That was…weird, yesterday,” he shuffles as well, looking embarrassed. “I just get nervous around beautiful girls.”


You stop for a moment, and then try to suppress the grin forcing its way onto your face. You can’t help but let out a little laugh, and slap your hand over your mouth.


“What?” Tom chuckles, looking at you.


“Nothing,” you say, shaking your head and still smiling.


“Hey lovebirds!” you hear Paul Rudd shout across the landing strip, and you almost face-palm.


“What do you want, Ant-Man?” Tom shouts back, and you give him a wide-eyed look when he didn’t correct Paul.


“Renner just landed! Want to walk over and pick him up?”


“Want to go meet Jeremy?” Tom asks you, and you nod.


“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, I miss him.”


Tom throws his arm over your shoulder and your eyes widen in surprise, but you pull the windbreaker jacket tighter around yourself and glance in your brother’s direction. Sebastian holds his index and middle fingers to his face, making a I’m watching you motion. You stick your tongue out at him, and the group around him laughs.


“Let’s gooo,” Paul says, with Robert next to him.


“Why is Team Iron Man meeting a Team Cap?” Robert complains as you four walk behind Joe Russo and three security guards into the entrance of the airport from the ground.


“I’m not Team Iron Man,” Paul points out.


“Yeah, me neither,” you add, and Robert stops, giving you a shocked look.
“You’re Team Cap?” he demands.


“Captain America is my favorite superhero,” you shrug. “Plus, you’re trying to kill my brother the entire movie.”


“Get off of her, Parker,” Robert says, pulling Tom away from you. “She’s gone to the dark side.”


“Hey!” Paul protests. “The dark side isn’t that bad.”


“Yes, it is,” you, Tom, and Robert say in unison.


“But Anakin Skywalker-”


“Killed a bunch of little kids,” you cut him off.


“Okay but-”


“And tried to kill his own son,” Tom points out.


“But-”


“Don’t forget he killed his wife and tortured Leia,” Robert adds.


“Okay!” Paul throws his hands into the air. “Fine, dark side not good. But at least Anakin was hot.”


“Before the lava or during the lava?” you ask, and Robert snorts.


Paul gives you a flat look as Tom indiscreetly drapes his arm back over your shoulders as you reenter the airport. “Before.”



“Cut!”


You try to catch your breath as you collapse against Elizabeth, laughing so hard you can barely breath.


It was nearing the fifteenth take on the scene of Mackie and you brother being webbed to the airport floor, and every time Tom would swing over them, supported by invisible suspension cables, he would either kick Mackie in the face by accident or Sebastian would crack up. The rest of the cast and yourself were all standing out of the shot, leaning on each other since the seventh take, when Tom’s foot had slammed into Mackie, and the actor rolled out of the webbing, groaning and holding his crotch.


“Come on, guys,” Joe sighs, rubbing his forehead. “We have to get this part down so we can move on to the next part.”


“Sorry Joe,” Sebastian calls out from the lower level.


Tom, who’s closest to the highest level of the airport, waves down.


“Alright,” Anthony says, picking up his walkie talkie. “Mike, get Tom back over to the other side and shorten his rope. Don’t want to injure our Falcon again.”


Thank you!” Mackie shouts from two floors below.


“Alright,” Joe sighs as Tom dangles freely above the gap in the airport floors. He makes a peace sign as he tips upside down and scrambles to right himself on his wires.


“What a goof,” Elizabeth shakes her head.


“He’s lame,” you smile, watching as Tom tips upside down again and pulls the bottom of his mask up off of his mouth.


“You all look crazy from this angle!” Tom yells out.


“You look like you’re in your natural habitat!” Jeremy shouts back from where he’s leaning against a railing out of the camera’s frame with Chris, Scarlett, and Daniel.


“I am Spider-Man!”


“Like father, like son,” Scarlett chuckles, nudging Robert.


Robert just winks as Tom is raised back to his starting mark, and he pulls his mask back down over his chin.


“Ready?” Joe calls up to Tom.


Tom gives him a thumbs up, and you watch in baited breath as Tom leaps from the top floor, swinging down and shouting his line out while making web movements towards Mackie. You watch Sebastian run out in front of already ‘webbed up’ Mackie, and the fake glass breaks as they fall onto the mats below.

Tom makes the same web movements at Sebastian, and your brother pins his hands to the ground.


“Guys, look,” you hear Tom say. “I’d love to keep this up, but I’ve only got one job here today and I’ve gotta impress Mister Stark. So…I’m really sorry.”


Another rope that had been tied to Tom but he hadn’t used yet suddenly yanks on him, and he moves towards the green mat on the closest window of the airport, screaming.


He hits the map hard, and you jump, but no one calls cut as Tom is lowered to the floor.


“Couldn’t have done that earlier?” Sebastian groans.


“I hate you,” Mackie replies gruffly.


“Scene!” Anthony calls. “Good job guys. Tom, you alright kid?”


“I’m good!” Tom calls from where he’s sitting against the mat. “Just trying to catch my breath.”


“Why’d Tom go flying?” you ask Elizabeth.


“Redwing got him,” Elizabeth replies. “Falcon’s sidekick robot.”


“Ohh,” you nod.


“Okay guys,” Joe Russo announces clapping his hands. “Next scene I need Steve, Natasha, Bucky, and T’Challa. The rest of you can go get something to eat or something.”


“When are we going to do the showdown?” Robert asks.


“Showdown?” Chris snorts. “Like you stand a chance.”


“Want to go, old man?” Robert asks, bumping shoulders with Chris as he passes.


“You’re older than me,” Chris replies, giving Robert an estranged look.


“I’m not ninety-eight,” Robert responds snarkily.


“Pretty damn close to it though,” Jeremy says and Robert flicks him off.


“Come on,” Elizabeth says, taking you by the hand and pulling you away from the rest of the cast. “Let’s go get Tom and we can out for lunch.”


“Stan!” Anthony Russo shouts after you. “I want you to talk with Joe during the next scene!”


“Okay!” you shout back.


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Private School

Hey guys, I’m soooo sorry that I haven’t posted in ages. I can only blame school and crippling writer’s block. This was a request – hope you like it!

It never ceased to amaze Percy that Annabeth’s school managed to conform to every existing stereotype about private schools that he’d ever heard. The kids that went there were rich and proud of it, cruising across campus in low convertibles with vanity plates and unnecessary spoilers. They all seemed to have the same haircut, and he had a hard time telling them apart when they were all dressed in the school’s fancy uniform.

Percy couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place as he drove up in his sputtering green jeep, his own hair sticking up in several different directions. As he sat in the parking lot waiting for her to emerge from the school with the rest of the kids, he attempted to brush it down a bit. But the strands popped right back up again, as mockingly as a jack-in-the-box.

Annabeth was better at that sort of thing; she’d lick her fingers before running them through the knots, attempting to be gentle but ultimately failing. Percy hadn’t seen her in weeks, and something a lot like homesickness was toying with his stomach, spurring his fingers to tap anxiously on his knees. He had just checked his phone for the umpteenth time and was about to shoot her a text when the front doors opened. Students poured out onto the front steps, pushing each other around and chattering about their plans for the winter break. After a few moments, Percy caught sight of Annabeth’s blonde head, bobbing through the sea of bowl cuts.

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Mr. Right - Soulmate!Sam Wilkinson

“Ugh I hate this damn tattoo” you groan loudly looking over your shoulder into the mirror. “It ruins every outfit”

“Don’t be so mellow dramatic” you friend Allie says tossing a jacket your way. “Says the girl who had a complete tattoo before she hit puberty” you sass slipping your arm through the sleeves hiding the splotchy mess of color on your back.

“We can’t all be so lucky” she winks. “Now come on we’re going to be late”

The two of you walk up to the club bypassing the obnoxiously long line of partygoers waiting to get in. “Thanks babe” Allie says kissing her boyfriend on the cheek. “Evening Y/n” he acknowledges you nodding “Sup Kyle” you return his gesture heading into the dark club. 

Less than an hour ago Kyle called Allie to tell her that Skate was doing a popup performance at the club. He had barely hung up the phone with her before she was rushing over to your place dragging you with her, not that you really minded. Any outing was a chance to meet Mr. Right. 

Over the years you had tried to ditch the fairy tale dream but still a small part of you longed for a chance encounter with your one true love where your eyes would meet and you’d just know. Such a moment remains to be seen.  

The club floor vibrates beneath your feet and the DJ hands over the mic as Skate takes the turntable. The vibe is hype as you raise your hands in the air bouncing gently to the beat trying not to break an ankle.

It’s not even halfway through his second song when you feel a spark bursting in your back. You shake it off but it intensifies.

“Aggg” you cry clutching your shoulder, the pain jolting through your body. “Shit Y/n are you all right?” Allie asks you supporting your weight. “I’ll be fine I’m just going to run to the bathroom” you brush her off not wanting her to miss Skate’s performance.

You weave through the crowd when the pain suddenly intensifies as if someone just lit your back on fire. Fuck there like a million people here. Squinting into the darkness and throng on people you search for any sign that someone in as much pain as you but no one catches your eye. 

With the crippling pain the only thing you’re able to focus on you make your way to the bathroom to collect yourself.

No one warns you that it’s going to hurt like a bitch. You think gritting your teeth. After what feels like forever you escape the sea of people yanking the bathroom door open nearly knocking over a couple making out. Just as you are about to slip between the small opening a flash of distinct colors catch your eye, the same colors you’d been staring at on your back for years were now on this stranger’s arm.

A cough from the stranger pulls you out of your fog.

“Can I help you with something?” he asks clearly annoyed. Well this is how it’s supposed to go. You look from him to the girl in his arms and back again a lump forming in your throat. “Do you have a problem” he demands snapping his fingers in front of my face. “No sorry thought you were someone else” you grumble pushing into the bathroom. Of fucking course. You dumbass, fairytales only exist in stories. You tug off your jacket revealing your new tattoo. It was beautiful. But did he really have to be making out with someone else? Bitch get it together you’re not even anything to him. You’re right and I’m not going to be, plenty of people are perfectly happy without their soulmate. 

Pushing open the door slowly you brace yourself to run into the couple again but they’re no where to be found unlike your friend who yanks your arm the moment you step out. 

“Skate invited us up to his hotel suite let’s go”

If there was the ability to bottle up a vibe and release it then that’s exactly what happened in Skate’s hotel suite because it felt like you hadn’t even left the club at all. You tell Allie to go have a good time just don’t leave without you, not that you couldn’t fend for yourself. 

You stand to the window overlooking the city when a strong firm hands lands on your shoulder patting the sensitive area. Hissing you recoil under the touch moving hastily out of reach. “Sorry new tattoo” you point having taken off your jacket “Holy shit wait right here” Skate hastens and before you have a chance to stop him he’s gone. You shrug off his response turning back to the window sipping your drink. 

“I think you two should meet” Nate says pushing forward a newly familiar blond “Bathroom girl?” he questions “Sloppy makeout guy” you say raising an eyebrow. “Umm..” Nate says confused. “Sam look” he turns your around exposing your back to Sam.

“Holy fuck, you’re her” He exclaims. The color drains from his face like he’s just seen a ghost staring at your back.

“Well this is underwhelming” you say looking him up and down. Fuckboy.

“I’m Sam” he says extending his hand. “I’m… not interested” you reply looking down at his hand. He awkwardly retracts it shoving it deep in his pockets turning his gaze to the ground.  

“Whatever I just thought you should meet” Skate says leaving the two of you alone

“Can we sit and talk” he offers shyly. “Why don’t you go talk to your girlfriend” you sneer.

“I don’t have one” he almost whispers “Of course you don’t” you glare your voice dripping with judgement “What is that supposed to mean?” he questions offended

“Well I saw you making out with that girl is that just what you do?” you accuse pissed that’s he the one you’re supposed to be with. 

“And you’re being super judgy is that just what you do?” he throws back feeling over your attitude.

You take a sip from your cup down the rest of the liquid. “I get it I’m not what you expected” he sympathizes his expression softening

Slouching down against the window you sit to the floor. “This is such a mess” laying your head in your hands.

“Come on at least give a chance, I mean someone thought we were perfect for each other. You have to be a little curious” he says sitting against the window.

He was right the nosy part of you wanted to know everything about your supposed Mr. Right even if you were pretty sure you knew his type.

“Okay” “You drink?” “Obviously” “Perfect” He gets up just as quickly as he sat dashing across the room.

“Trying to get me drunk?” eyeing the bottle of Smirnoff in his hand. “Only if it makes you nicer” he teases.

“Since you think you’ve got me got pegged let’s play a game. For every fact you can guess about me I’ll take a drink and vice versa” This is like taking candy from a baby.

“Fine. I’ll let you go first” you reply smugly.

“Your friend brought you here” rolling your eyes you take a sip

“You’re not a natural blond.” you smirk starting with the obvious “No shit Sherlock” he says pointing to his roots.

He looks at you in silence figuring out what to guess next.

“You prefer drinking to dancing” your jaw drops slightly at the accurate comment. “You’re still wearing your shoes and it’s almost 2” He was right looking around you see various high heels strewn around. 

“Our tattoo isn’t your first, because while I was about to pass the fuck out from the pain you didn’t even flinch” you laugh. He pulls up his sleeve exposing the colorful ink. “Damn it looks good on you” you whisper without thinking. “So would you” Sam husks gazing at you. Your heart pounds in your chest at his flirtatious words.

Guess after guess you find yourself opening up to him and learn that there’s more to him than meets the eye.  

“I’m sorry I really do wish we met differently” he sighs wrapping his arm around your shoulder “Me too” you sigh resting your head on his. “Sorry for earlier the judgy bitch thing”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you” he mocks “I said I’m sorry for judging you when I saw you sucking face with someone”

“Ooh that cut me right here” he jokes putting an X over his heart. 

“Y/n it’s time to go” Allie shouts standing by the door. “I’ll be there in a sec” you return not ready to leave Sam

Glancing around the hotel room your realize that the party has thinned out, the music has been shut off and there are only a few people left most of whom were heading for the door. Sam stands up helping you to your feet. 

Sam hugs you setting his forehead against yours peering into your eyes. “I’m glad I met you tonight” His hand trails your ear brushing a strand of hair behind it. 

“I really do have to go Sam” you rasp “Then you should go ma” he whispers, your mouths almost touching. You can feel his breathe on your face the intensity of having him so close. Closing your eyes you let the feeling overtake you, everything about this moment you wanted to remember. 

“Y/n now!” He reluctantly lets you go kissing your cheek watching as you leave.

“You were stuck to that guy back there like glue” Allie says as you wait for the elevator “Shut up I don’t say anything about you and Kyle”

“That’s different he’s my- was that your soulmate” you smile at her figuring it out. “When are you getting together again?” “I don’t know…” “No worries he can text you later” you stop stunned. You dash back across the lobby mashing the elevator buttons praying it to go faster. Sprinting down the hall you come to a halt at the open hotel room door.

It’s empty as if the party never happened and he’s… gone. 

A/n: this is my entry into @sammywilk-imaginations contest for the Varsity Mint tee or the White Bomber Jacket. Hope you love this!!

as brother’s should be ~ Brandon & Trent

“Trent, have you seen my varsity jacket?” called the older boy as he bounded down the stairs, stopping to ruffle his little brother’s hair. He looks to the breakfast on the table, laid out by their adoptive parents, and Brandon grinned at them. Grabbing a piece of bacon, he thrust food in his mouth and ripped the strip of meat in half with his teeth. Still chewing, Brandon asked, “Excited for today, Trent? I’ve got a wicked day planned for us.” 

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'You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going'

And thus continues my streak of writing high school AUs I am deeply unsatisfied with. This stars Steve as a jock and Bucky as a nerd, because I wrote nerdy, misunderstood Steve in the college AU for so long that I wanted to do something different.

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Steve sighs and leans against his locker. Bucky Barnes is across the hall, looking great in a Scholastic Bowl t-shirt that clings to his shoulders. It’s sky blue, and while Steve is staring at the back of Bucky’s head, he knows that the shirt will probably really bring out the blue in his dreamy eyes. It’s probably best that Bucky is busy organizing the books in his locker and not noticing Steve at all, because he’s sure he looks pathetic, pining away after a guy who doesn’t seem to remember that he exists.

It’s cruel that whoever places lockers placed Steve’s across the hall from Bucky’s. So close, and yet, so far. It’s the first day of school, and Steve can already tell that it’s going to be a long year.

The warning bell rings and Steve grabs his varsity jacket out of his locker, shuts it, and heads for class.

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There’s only one seat left in the classroom.

And it’s next to Bucky.

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ok but why y'all like to make luke a helpless noodle who apparently doesnt fuck and always make him so vanilla???? like besides just common sense have you guys even bothered opening up their book??? luke literally talks about how he was constantly in detention (which liz has even tweeted about way back in the day) and how he was always skipping lessons to the point where his teacher would literally have to find his ass and drag him into class and he was at the principals office every week so please stop making him out to be this helpless baby bc he’s actually just a normal trouble making teenage boy (shocker) plus we’ve all seen his fetus selfies he was a total cocky swagboy lets be real here the boy wore a damn varsity jacket for christs sake

Aw no man, nightmares suck!! Here’s some fluff!!! Hope it helps!

Leonard McCoy was barely awake in the morning when he came to school. He was not a morning person, and was strictly on autopilot when it came to going through his daily routines. Get up, get dressed, eat, drive to campus, go to locker, class, wash rinse repeat.

It was a good system, and tended to work quite well for him, until it all came to a grinding halt at the action of ‘go to locker’. Because when he opened it this one mornign, there was a yellow post-it inside that read:

“You are one Grade ‘A’ cutie patootie” - J

Len blinked at it. And then blinked again. Finally waking up completely, he dropped it like it was on fire, flushing pink. He looked around himself frantically to see if anyone had noticed, but no one was nearby and the few people in the hall with him were as half awake as he had been. 

He quickly snatched the note, stuffed it in his bag, locked up his locker, and stormed to class, flushed red the entire way.

The next day, Len had almost forgotten about it, until he opened his locker to find two yellow notes, that read:

“You’re really smart and that’s really attractive, oh my god”

“YOUR BLUSH IS THE BEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE”

They were again signed by “J”, and they again made Leonard pinker than any person had a right to be. He tried to grumble and glare, be his usual snarky self, he really did, but he just had no defenses for something like this.

Who had a secret admirer in this day and age? Like really. And Leonard didn’t even know a single “J”.

The notes just kept appearing, more and more each day.

“You have the absolute cutest nose, I can’t handle it”

“I think your hands might be magic”

“Your eyes are unreal and I think they’re what stardust must look like”

“I can’t believe your accent, you should just talk all the time, about all the things, it’s so nice”

“You look super cute with glasses”

“OMG YOU LOOK SUPER CUTE WITHOUT GLASSES TOO OH GOD”

“I hope nice things happen for you”

“I think hazel is my favourite colour now”

“YOUR SMILE COULD SAVE A PUPPY”

They were actually kind of weird, Leonard had noticed, not the usual niceties people would write to each other, but more like quickly written thoughts that someone had written as soon as they’d come to them.

But he kept every single note that appeared, and kept them hidden in the desk where he worked at at the library. He hated to admit to himself that he was opening the drawer more and more to look at them, and that other students were giving him weird looks when they came to check out and he was trying not to combust. 

It all came to a head one day when he opened his locker and a pile of notes came out on top of him. He’d never filled his bag quicker, and made it to his tiny office in the library in record time. He locked the door spilled them onto his desk and blushed more and more as he read each one.

And with this he decided that he had to take action. He’d been avoiding it, enjoying the little surprises each morning, even the kind of weird ones, and honestly he’d worried that if he tried to find out who the person was, maybe they’d stop. Maybe they’d realize it was the wrong locker…

And if nothing else, he was going to need another drawer soon otherwise.

He changed his whole routine, wide awake as he woke up an hour earlier, a extra coffee as well to make sure he was alert, and he camped out in the broom closet just down the hall.

He knew this was ridiculous, maybe the person wouldn’t even show up today, maybe it’d even been all just some sort of prank-

He heard footsteps, rushing ones, and then they stopped. Leonard strengthened his resolve, took a deep breath, and peered out.

Len’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed again. The person was tall, blonde, and had the bluest eyes Leonard had ever seen. And he was gorgeous.

He was on the football team, as he varsity jacket implied, with the letters “JTK” stitched on. He was also slightly pinked as he rushed to take all the notes out of his bag and stuff them into the locker, stopping only when a thought struck him to rapidly write another note and add it in.

Well, he stopped for that, and when he looked up to see Leonard standing there, wide-eyed and flushed.

‘JTK”s blush outdid his, the man flushing from his ears to his toes, as he jumped back and a few more notes flew from his bag. He hastily tried to snatch them from the air before looking back to Leonard and stuttering out, “Uh. Um. Oh god,” he stepped back, “You’re really cute, oh shit, sorry sorry, bye!”

And then he booked it.

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James T. Kirk, who went by Jim, was fully awake in the morning, as he was very much a morning person. He was also miserable. His usual routine of late had had to end, and he was dragging his feet to go about his morning. Get up, get dressed, eat, drive to school, go to the cutie’s locker, go to his own locker-

He stopped, blinking blue eyes wide. There was a note. A light blue post-it with a hastily written scrawl that read:

“You’re pretty cute too” - L

And under that was a phone number.