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


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.


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.


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.


“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.


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.


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?”


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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The Bangtan Club (Namjoon/Seokjin)

Prompt No.2: “I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.” (could be funny/sarcastic, or fluff, honestly the writer has free reign). Based off of the Breakfast Club. 

Genre: The Breakfast Club!AU. 

Words: 13K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Dear Mr. Lee, 

It is to our understanding that from today’s detention session that you wanted each of us to write a letter of self reflection, detailing our wrongdoings and what we’ve learned from committing such “heinous acts” in the eyes of the school officials; however, after much thought, we’ve decided to tell you the story of who we are as a whole.”

Tags: Namjin, VMin, drug (Marijuana) use, alcohol consumption, smoking, profanity, etc.

*Please read Author’s Note below the read more cut.

Originally posted by peaches-and-joonie

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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

Word Count: 653.

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. 

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Delusional//Teen Wolf x Riverdale


Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Reader.

“We have to go.” Stiles raises an eyebrow.

“No. Just because Derek called does not mean we have to go.” Scott shakes his head.

Everyone exchanges looks, “We’re going.” You stand up.

“Where are we going?” Lydia walks into the room.

“Riverdale.” You reply.

She stands in the doorway, a confused look on her face before shrugging. “Let’s go.”

You all pack up and go, not sure where to stay.

“Hotel?” Stiles suggests.

“Why not?” Derek shrugs and sighs before going to check everyone in.

“Where should we start?” Isaac asks.

“Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe.” Scott looks up from his phone.

“Do I wanna know?” Stiles looks confused.

“Probably not.” You sigh.

Derek hands out key cards to everyone before you all take off to Pop’s. You walk in the door, everyone turning to look at you.

You spot a dark haired boy with a grey beanie on. “That’s him.” You whisper to Scott.

Scott nods and walks towards him and the blonde he sat with. You and Stiles follow closely, hoping to listen.

“Are you Jughead Jones?” Scott asks.

Jughead looks up at Scott, an unreadable look on his face. “Are you here to ask about my dad? You a reporter or something?” Betty grabs his wrist, looking at the three of you.

“No..I’re Betty Cooper, right?” Scott shifts his gaze to Betty and she nods.

“Scott stop being so incredibly sketchy.” Stiles shakes his head. “We need to talk to you. Outside preferably.” He moves in front of Scott.

“Who are you..?” Jughead tilts his head.

“Stiles Stilinski. Now, can we go..outside?” Stiles points toward the door.

“Your name is Stiles Stilinski?” Jughead starts to stand.

“Your name is Jughead Jones.” Stiles deadpans.

“Fair enough,” Jughead exits the diner, Betty following him closely.

Isaac raises an eyebrow as he spots Jughead, “Is this him?” He’s leaning up against the Jeep.

You nod, everyone moving forward.

“This is going to sound…more than insane.” Scott starts to explain.

“Okay…?” Jughead looks at him.

“We know who killed Jason Blossom.”

“Is this some kind of sick joke?” Jughead crosses his arms.

“Hear him out.” Betty nods at him.

“Who killed Jason Blossom then?” He looks skeptical.

“Clifford Blossom.” Scott nods.

Betty covers her mouth with her hand, “What?”

“He was…” Scott looks to Derek, unsure of how to continue.

Derek steps forward, “He was possessed.”

“Who are you?” Jughead steps back. “Who sent you?”

“Let us explain.” You look to Betty, hoping she’d give in. She nods and you step closer to the pair. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Jughead nods.

“That’s what this is..he was possessed by a..a Nogitsune. Stiles here was possessed about a month ago.” You turn to Stiles who purses his lips and give a quick wave. “We obviously got it out of Stiles, but it seems the Nogitsune has body jumped.”

“I’m going to..need a minute.”

“I’m going to call Archie and Veronica.” Betty pulls her phone out and walks away.

“Is there somewhere more private we could go to talk?” Scott asks.

Jughead shakes his head, “Parents are too nosey. We could go out by the river…as long as we don’t get caught.”

“Archie and Veronica said to meet at Veronica’s. Her mom is with Archie’s dad.” Betty returns.

“We can take you there.” Jughead nods.

You arrive and walk into a huge apartment, you and Stiles exchange a glance as you walk inside.

“Who’s this?” Archie breathes out.

“Oh, uh..I’m Scott, that’s Derek, Isaac, Stiles, Y/N, and Lydia.” You all wave.

Scott explains the situation and the four of them sit in silence.

“You said supernatural?” Archie asks.

Scott nods, “Yeah. I know it sounds crazy, but you have to trust us.”

“Can we talk more about this tomorrow? I have to go talk to my dad.” Archie stands up from his spot on the couch.

“Yeah. That sounds good.” Scott nods. Everyone goes back home, you and the pack returning to the hotel. You’d given Betty your number in case anything happens.

You were glad you did, you received a phone call from her telling you to meet her and Jughead. The pack headed out, and you all fell in step behind them once you found them.

“Whatever it is we’re looking for, Joaquin didn’t know if it would help your dad, or make things worse.” Kevin says to Jughead.

“Um, I guess we’re about to find out.” Betty replies. You and the pack stay a ways back, listening closely. “And why did he wait so long to tell us?” She adds.

“FP called him from jail.” Kevin starts. “Told him to forget about their plan, some contingency plan. He said it was too dangerous.”

“Deja vu.” Jughead mutters as he approaches a large sign. Everyone stops as they watch Jughead.

“Hey! Right here!” He reaches down through some branches, pulling out a backpack. He unzips his, revealing Jason’s varsity jacket.

Betty calls Archie and you all meet in his garage. You’re all huddled around the jacket.

“This was meant to help FP?” Archie asks as he motions toward the piece of clothing.

“I don’t know. Looks like incriminating evidence to me.” Kevin looks at Archie and shrugs.

“Yeah.” Jughead’s gripping a chair, bent over slightly. “This just confirms that my dad torched Jason’s getaway car.”

“And that his confession was true.” Kevin mutters to Betty.

“Why would FP say that Jason’s varsity jacket is dangerous? What could that mean?” Betty shakes her head.

Veronica walks in the door, “I can ask my father..he would know, considering we found concrete proof that he hired the Serpents to kill Jason.”

No one from the pack says a word, this was information Derek had already collected.

Veronica turns to Jughead, “Which probably means that your dad pulled the trigger, Jughead. I’m sorry.”

Jughead stares at the jacket in silence, sadness spread across his face. Betty watches her boyfriend, “No. No! No, I’m not giving up yet.” She shakes her head. She picks the jacket up and holds it up to Archie. “Put it on.”

He looks concerned, “What?”

“Put it on.” She insists.

“Betty..this is weird.” Archie says as she puts the jacket on him. He widens his arms and she slides her hands into her pockets to explore.

“There’s a hole in the pocket.” She nods.

“Okay, now we’re just grasping at straws..” Kevin steps forward.

“Okay, no.” Betty interrupts. “I don’t know about you guys, but whenever I have a hole in my jacket pocket, I always lose my Chapstick in the lining.” She feels around in the hole.

“Or my Montblanc.” Veronica adds.

“Hold on.” Betty pulls out a small silver flash drive.

“What the hell?” Veronica leans forward.

Kevin scoffs and shakes his head, “Nancy Drew strikes again.”

They put the flash drive in the computer and you and the pack stand up, giving them some space. You talk amongst yourselves. You watch them watch the computer, all five of them jumping at one time. Veronica begins to cry and Betty gets up to make a phone call after closing the laptop.

Archie calls you over and you view the video.

“You see that? Right there?” Derek pauses the video. “His eyes changed. It’s the Nogitsune.”

“Can you explain the whole thing again?” Jughead asks.

Derek explains the origins. “You’d probably get a better description from Stiles. Probably a very short and sarcastic description, but it’s still a description.” Derek looks to Stiles.

“Basically, you have no control. You…black out, you wake up not knowing what you did during the period when you were out. It gets to the point where you’d do anything to get the Nogitsune out. He feeds off of chaos, which is why he was willing to kill his host’s child. It would cause the whole town to panic.” Stiles explains.

“Supernatural things…exist?” Archie asks.

“I’m a werewolf.” Scott shrugs. “So is he, and so is he.” He points at Isaac and Derek.

“I’m a banshee.” Lydia shrugs.

“And you?” Kevin points at Stiles.

“I was just possessed that’s all.”

“What about you?” Jughead asks you.

“Me? Just a human. I somehow got dragged into this.” You exchange a knowing look with Scott.

“So what do we do about it?” Veronica asks, wiping her eyes.

“We could speak with Cheryl.”

“I already told her to get out.” Betty nods.

“How do you know so much?” Jughead looks at you and the pack.

“I’ve been collecting information. I had a feeling it was supernatural.” Derek responds.

Cheryl walks in the door, her eyes falling onto Derek. “Who’s tall dark and handsome?” She smirks at him. “I’m Cheryl Blossom. You are?” She extends her hand to him.

He shakes it, raising an eyebrow as she flirts. “About ten years too old for you.” He shakes his head.

“Too bad.” She spins on her heel. “What’s going on?”

Scott explains everything. She stares at you with a disgusted look on her face.

“Is this a joke?”

“Trust them. It’s not.” Betty reassures.

“I want proof.” She sits up straight.

“Proof?” Stiles squints at her. He clearly doesn’t like her.

“Yes, proof.” She gives him a once over. “Are you too stupid to understand what I’m saying?” She quickly flicks her eyes to meet his.

“Hey!” Lydia defends Stiles, stepping in front of him.

Cheryl stands up to face her, crossing her arms. “What’re you going to do?”

“What should I do? Maybe I could rip out your fake red hair.” Lydia smirks and stares at Cheryl’s long hair.

Cheryl’s jaw drops, “This is Blossom hair! This is not fake!”

“From what Polly told me about her dad’s wig collection…” Betty mumbles to Veronica.

“Huh.” Lydia scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.” She turns away, moving back to her spot behind Stiles.

Kevin’s jaw is dropped, he leans over to Veronica, “I like her. We may have to keep that one.”

“Fighting isn’t proof.” Jughead raises an eyebrow.

“What proof do you want?” Isaac stands up.

“We could start with the whole…y'know, werewolf thing.”

“What, you don’t believe us?” Isaac seems upset.

“No, I don’t.” Jughead states.

“Are we kidding with this kid, Scott? Look at his hat.”

Jughead sits up and looks at Isaac, “Look at your scarf!”

“I like him.” Stiles nods at Jughead and smiles.

“Guys! We won’t get anything done this way.” Betty shouts.

“Here’s proof.” Scott tries to deflect the situation, flashing his eyes at the six in front of you.

“Woah…” Kevin raises an eyebrow.

“Believe us now?” He asks.

Cheryl looks unimpressed. “Yes.”

You go back to the hotel, planning on going to speak to the whole Blossom family in the morning.

You’re woken by a call from Betty. “He hung himself?”

“What?” You sit up and look at the clock.

“Clifford. He hung himself last night. Cheryl told him she knew he did something bad and he hung himself.”

“The Nogitsune did it.” You sigh. “He’s fled.” You climb of the bed.

“And he’s going to be looking for another body.”

One Jump Ahead [Jay Imagine] [Request]

One Jump Ahead

Jay Imagine; Disney Descendants

Requested by @pegxcarter - Hey, I hope you don’t mind me just putting words in bold font. I got different results each time I looked up the translations for the words/phrases I wanted to use and I wasn’t sure which ones were correct. Sorry about that!!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You were studying with your friend, Evie. The two of you decided to spend some time outside together since the weather was perfect.

You asked, “Hey, E, what did you get for number–?”

You stopped talking when someone sat down on your lap, as though you were completely invisible. You heard Jay chuckle, “Hey, Evie, have you seen [Y/N]? I can’t find her anywhere.”

You gave him a light shove, and glared jokingly, “Cute, Jay. Really cute. Now get your own seat.”

Evie and Jay laughed at you as Jay moved to sit beside you. You placed Jay’s varsity jacket, which he had put over your books, on your lap. The son of Jafar gave a cheeky smile.

You smiled back. “Give me my sunglasses.”

Evie laughed, “I knew she would notice! I told you so this morning, Jay!”

Jay revealed your sunglasses. Instead of giving them back to you, he placed them on his face:  “But they look so good on me!”

You laughed to yourself, shaking your head. You returned your attention to the papers and textbooks in front of you. Instantly, you noticed Evie had written the answer to the question you were going to ask her on your notes.

You highlighted it, and smiled, “Thanks for the answer, E. I couldn’t find it anywhere in my book.”

She smiled back, “No problem.”

Jay removed your sunglasses from his face, and asked, “What are you studying? By the way, you took my dorm key yesterday and I had to wait for someone to open the door.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, but you took my backpack first! Chemistry. We’re in the potions section right now, which is the hardest part of the entire class,” you answered, before you gave him the key to his room.

“And we have a huge exam on it tomorrow,” continued Evie.

“Tomorrow?” repeated Jay, looking at you with slight worry. “Tomorrow’s my fencing tournament. You’ll be able to come, right? It’s against Sherwood.”

“I’ll be there, Jay,” you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry.”

He nodded, “Okay. Speaking of my tournament, I need to go to practice.”

“Bye,” said Evie.

“Bye, Jay,” you said, watching him stand.

Bye!” he smiled, waving as he left.

You remembered: “Wait, Jay, you forgot your jacket!”

He glanced back: “Keep it! I still have your tourney jersey anyway!”

“Okay!” you replied, before you looked at Evie, who had a mischievous grin on her face. “What is it, Evie?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she waved her hand dismissively, “just wondering when you’re going to ask to the Cotillion.”

“I’ll ask him tomorrow after his fencing tournament,” you said. “It can’t be that hard.”

- - -

“This is way too hard, Evie,” you said, watching as Jay cheered with the rest of the fencing team. “What is it this hard when you asked Doug out?”

“[Y/N], you are the daughter of Jasmine and Aladdin! You go over there and get a date with the son of your parents’ enemy!” exclaimed Evie.

“You’re right. I’m asking him to the Cotillion,” you said, walking over to Jay, who turned as soon as you stopped beside him.

You both spoke at the same time:

“Jay, I really need to–”

“I have to ask you a–”

“I’ve liked you for a long time and–”

“You’re really special to me–”

“When I’m around you, I get really happy–”

“You’re not only my best friend, you’re–”

Finally you both asked in unsion: “Basically, will you go to the Cotillion with me?!”

- - -

“I’m so happy you’re wearing a pantsuit. I’ve designed five dresses so far today. I really love doing it, but it gets exhausting sometimes,” said Evie, holding multiple pieces of fabric. “Now, if I could just find the material I used for Jay’s suit since you both want to match… Here it is!”

Evie handed you a roll of red fabric. You took it from her hands. She placed the rest of the fabric on a table.

She then gave you a bright smile, “Okay, here’s what I’m thinking. Completely red with some yellow and blue, maybe on the shoulders and pockets with a really nice shirt underneath the jacket. Oh, and maybe a necklace!”

You laughed at her excitement, “Okay, Fashion Queen, sounds great!”

Evie clapped her hands, and exclaimed, “Yay!”

- - -

You were talking to Jane at the Cotillion. The two of you decided to meet Jay and Carlos on the boat. You received many compliments from people about your outfit.

Jane was rambling, “And I wasn’t sure about the floating lanterns. Do you think they should’ve been blue? Or gold? Maybe they should’ve been purple–!”

“Jane!” you laughed. “Everything looks great!”

You jumped when someone whispered in your ear: “Not as great as you.”

You turned, and smiled, “Hi, Jay.”

“You look beautiful,” he grinned.

Thank you,” you said, and then you patted the bun on top of his head. “I like your hipster bun. It’s cute. Very princely of you.”

Jay laughed, “Do you wanna dance with me?”

“I would love to,” you answered.

- - -

Jay held your hand as he walked you to your dorm room. The two of you took turns spinning one another around as you jokingly danced through the corridors. Jay wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to his side. You wrapped an arm around his waist.

“I had a great time,” you said, stopping in front of your dorm room.

“Me too,” replied Jay, “a really, really great time.”

“Hey, after tomorrow’s tourney game, do you wanna get something to eat?” you asked.

Jay raised his eyebrows, and answered, “Yeah, isn’t the entire team going to Tiana’s Palace?”

You quietly laughed to yourself, “I meant… just you and me.”

A grin came onto Jay’s face, “Yeah, sure.”

It was silent as you both stared at one another. After a moment, you stepped and quickly kissed Jay. You pulled away and smiled at him. He returned your smile and gave you a kiss as well. You moved to open your door, only to be pulled back by Jay.

“Wait! One more kiss!” he grinned. “This one will be the first one as boyfriend and girlfriend. If you want it to be?”

You laughed, “Okay… boyfriend!”

Jay pulled you into another kiss. You could feel him grinning against your lips. He placed his hands on your cheeks as you placed yours on his waist.

That most certainly wasn’t the last kiss you shared with Jay.

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.

Cookie Dough

Summary: Running into a stoned vortex club and baking them cookies can have some unexpected consequences. Especially when you are left alone with the king himself that you just happen to crushing on. Those are consequences that (y/n) can’t say she dislikes, because she in fact very much loves them.

Genre: Suggestive fluff, slight humor

Word count: 2,244

(Y/n) sighed and slipped her backpack on. She stood up and stretched her arms over her head. She had just put in a couple hours of studying in the library and was beyond ready to go back her dorm. She had to get material down tonight, because the test was in two days and there was no way in hell she was getting any studying in tomorrow night. Not when she was being dragged of to a Vortex club party by Dana. She waved goodbye to the librarian walked out of the building. She rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm them up. She glanced over her surroundings.

The campus really was a different place at night. The hustle and bustle was replaced with stillness and crickets chirping. The cold air felt almost cleansing to her lungs, so she took a deep breath in and held it for a few seconds. She decided that a moment like this was too good to pass up, so she took a seat on one of the benches. She closed her eyes and just rested there for a few moments. Her peace was interrupted however when the loud laughter of people she recognized broke the silence.

There in all their glory, and infamy, walked the Vortex club. They all looked like they were having trouble walking from the way they stumbled and leaned on one another. Hayden blew out a thick cloud of smoke and passed something she knew wasn’t a cigarette to Victoria. (Y/n)’s eyes froze on the girl, she hadn’t talked to her since the girl’s party she held in the dorms. She in fact was avoiding the blonde, and she was sure Victoria knew it by the look she gave her. They had been playing truth or dare (Y/n) and the memory was flooding back to her.


Victoria took another drag off of her cigarette, and looked around the room with a smirk. “Alright bitches, who is gonna be my next victim.” Her eyes fell on (Y/n). Victoria let out a laugh. “Since everyone’s favorite twee pixie hipster poser didn’t show up, I guess i’m going to have to pick you, (Y/n). So what’s it going to be, truth or dare?”
“Pick fast, I don’t have all night you know.”

If there was one thing that (Y/n) knew it was that Victoria Chase was known for the most vicious dares a person could come up with. She made a girl stand in nothing but her bra and panties, in the rain, while singing some stupid show tune. She videoed the whole thing too and put it online. (Y/n) didn’t want that, so she hesitantly replied ‘truth’. She immediately regretted it when Victoria’s expression mimicked a cat who had a mouse cornered.

“Who do you think is the hottest guy here at Blackwell? One that you’d like to just have bend you over and then cuddle into afterwards, you seem like the affectionate type.”  Her eyes went wide, and all she could think was ‘fuck’. She couldn’t answer that, not when the person happened to be the person that Victoria thought of as a brother.  She stared at the girl like a deer caught in the headlights. “I’m waiting, (Y/n). Or would you rather me gather the entirety of the boys dorm and have them watch while you dive into the pool naked. Your choice, make it a wise one.”

(Y/n) gulped and looked down at the ground. “Nathan Prescott.” Her eyebrow shot up. “Did you just say the name I think you did?”
“I answered your damn question and you heard me. Besides it’s my turn, you don’t get to ask me another one.”  She never saw the other girl look so fucking smug until that moment.


That smirk that was on her face that night returned when Victoria set her sights on her. “Guys, I think I found the the cure to our little hunger problem. (Y/n) fucking (L/n) is sitting right there. Best baker in my dorm.” Her group’s eyes all found their way to the sitting girl. “Fuck yeah, Vic. You’re right.”

“And i’m sure she would be more than happy to help us, right (Y/n)? You are coming to our party, right? Wouldn’t want to mess that up.”

(Y/n) sighed and shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t;  but i’m not sure how i’ll be able to make you anything. Curfew is in like five minutes, Victoria.”

“I don’t give a fuck about curfew.” She snapped. She took a breath and smoothed out her hair. “But fine, if you’re so fucking worried we’ll just leave Nate with you. No one will say a fucking word to you if he’s there. I want chocolate chip cookies. A lot of them. Bring them to my room.” She paused and then looked at her ‘brother’.

“If that’s cool with you Nate, of course.” She was smart enough, even though she was high off her ass, to not tell Nathan what to do. They all knew how that would turn out. None of them wanted their great day to be ruined.
“Fine. What the fuck ever, as long as I get something fucking sweet. I’m taking the joint though or i’m not going.” Victoria pouted and took one last puff before she handed it to him. “You better be fast, (Y/n). Come on guys, lets go.”

Before they had completely vanished, Nathan was already barking at her. “Come on, hurry your ass up.” She rushed to follow him, but stayed a few paces behind him. She didn’t want to piss him off by getting all up in his space, she knew what happened to people who did. Well, that mixed with the fact she was a shy, awkward mess around him. More so the latter reason if she was being honest. Anytime he was more than a few feet away from her she could feel her brain turn into mush, her heart start to beat faster, and all the color go to her cheeks.

It was hard not to in her defense. What girl wouldn’t swoon over his light brown hair (especially that one little strand the fell on his forehead), his blue eyes, baby face, and lips that are just oh so kissable. (Y/n) shook her head, she got distracted. Her throat felt dry and she felt so thankful when they finally reached the entrance they needed. The door was, luckily, unlocked. That David Madsen may have talked a big game, and certainly did follow students around, but he slipped on the simplest of security procedures. Locking doors and never been his strong suit.

She let out a small laugh when she thought of the guard. ‘Thanks, asshole. I’ll still get to go to the party after all.’ Nathan walked through first, and she followed through closely after him. She walked behind him into the school’s community kitchen. His red varsity jacket was quite the contrast the the beige and cream walls surrounding them. His camera was hanging off his neck, and the lens glinted when she flipped the lights on.

Her eyes fell on him once again, but quickly averted them when he noticed. “Just what the fuck are you looking at, huh?” He barked at her.

“I-i, nothin-”

“Stop your fucking stuttering.” He walked towards her and pushed her against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make sure the focus was on him. “Wanted to get a good look at ‘Psycho Prescott’, is that it? Huh?” His hands went  besides both sides of her face and he leaned down so they were almost on the same level. He towered over her. “ You scared, (Y/n)?” She shook her head and took a deep breath.
“No to both of them, Nathan.”

“Why aren’t you scared to be alone with with someone like me? Someone that your bitch friend Price calls crazy. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to you and no one is here to stop me.”
“Because you’re not a bad person, Nathan. I don’t think that you’ll hurt me.”  He looked in her eyes for a moment, watched her cheeks get redder and scoffed. He pushed away from her and leaned against the counter.

“Just start making the fucking cookies already. I mean god damn, i’m fucking starved and I bet Vic is too.” She nodded and set down her bag. She walked to the pantry and got what she needed from there. She heard a zipper and turned to see him going through her bag. She let it go, not wanting to anger him any more than she had. She sent them down, and got the eggs and butter from the fridge. She set those down as well and got two mixing bowls and a large wooden spoon out as well.

“Now just to put up my hair,” She was about to walk over and get one from her bag when she felt Nathan’s hand on her head. He gathered up her hair and pulled it through a tie she presumed he had taken from her bag. She was frozen and he leaned close to her ear. “Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart.” His voice was low and his hands ran down her arms. He walked away and took a seat on the counter, watching her. She swallowed hard and preheated the oven to 375 degrees.

She mixed her flour, baking powder and salt in the smaller of the two bowls. In the larger she mixed her sugars, butter, and vanilla extract. Then she added each egg one at a time. She swore she could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of her head. Her hands were a little shaky and she adding her four mixture into the larger bowl in intervals. During that process however she managed to get flour all over shirt. She cussed brought a hand up to push up her glasses, what in turn left some flour on her cheek. She heard Nathan let out laugh and she turned her head to look at him with a smile on her face.

She was greeted with the sight of him looking through his camera. She heard a click and then saw him look at the screen to view his shot. “Why the hell did you do that?” She laughed out and shook her head. Nathan smirked and looked up at her.

“I like capturing beauty in my photography.”  He felt a special form of pride grab ahold him when he watched her face practically catch on fire. Sometimes he liked watching things burn. She dropped her spoon as well, which was even more pleasing. Something about a girl turning into a fumbling fool around him was just so satisfying.

She turned around quickly and picked up the fallen instrument off the table. She mixed in the little bits of semi sweet heaven into the dough and chose not to respond to Nathan’s last comment. She sprayed the cookie sheets with some off brand anti stick spray and used a tablespoon to scoop out the proper amount of dough for a cookie. She placed them and had enough for two full sheets plus a little more.  She opened the oven and placed them in. She set a timer on her phone for ten minutes.

“They will take a little while to cook, so you can have some of this extra dough with me if you want.” He hopped off the counter and she took some of it on her fingers. She brought them up to her mouth, but before she could have a taste Nathan grabbed her wrist. He instead ate the dough off of her. (Y/n)’s breath caught in her throat. His eyes closed and he let out what sounded like a small moan. He walked forwards and trapped her body against his and the island she was previously working at.

His head fell close to her shoulder, and his hands gripped the marble behind her. He took in a deep breath and moved his face to look at hers. “Vic told me.” (Y/n)’s went wide. “Nathan, I am so sor-”
“So it is true then. You want me to bend you over?” He asked, clearly amused.

“What? No! I mean, it’s not like I don’t want you to, but never said that. Victoria did.”
“Sure she did.”

She opened her mouth to defend herself once again but was quickly silenced when his lips met hers. His were surprisingly soft.  His and went up to cup her cheek and her eyes fluttered shut. She leaned into him and returned the kiss. Her hand went to his chest and grabbed his jacket. Nathan pulled away slightly to take a breath before he leaned into kiss her again, only this time the kiss was much harder. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip and (Y/n) the hint to open up her mouth. She could still taste the cookie dough.

His hand snaked back to her hair and he pulled it, moving her head to the side. He kissed down her jaw to her neck. Her breath hitched and she pulled him closer. He pulled down the zipper on her hoodie and slipped the garment off her shoulders. He scraped his teeth along her neck and she let out a noise that he knew he wanted to hear again. Her hands trailed down his belt. The next sound that Nathan heard was one that really did almost make him lose it. It was the fucking alarm on her phone.

“Nathan, I have to get those.” she sighed, pushing him away. He huffed.

“Yeah, what the fuck ever.”


“You guys are so perfect together. It’s almost unfair to the rest of us” 
The raven-haired girl said before she pulled her chocolate shake to her pursed lips, the sheriff’s son erupting into laughter. Betty gave an insincere half-smile. She didn’t particularly like the word ‘perfect’. However, that aside, she never thought of her relationship with Jughead as perfect. Her green eyes shifted to her boyfriend almost apologetic. He was already gazing at her. A small smile played at the corner of his lips as his eyes communicated that he was feeling something similar to her.
“Yeah, so what’s your secret?” Kevin mused, flashing his bright white teeth and causing the Cooper girl’s eyes to shift back to her friends across the table. 
“Secret?” Betty laughed pulling the strawberry off the rim of her vanilla shake and silently offering it to her boyfriend. It took the smallest change in her boyfriend’s expression to know it was all hers. As she put the sweet fruit into her mouth, she felt Jughead’s fingers on her shoulder drawing abstract shapes.
“Yeah, how do you do that?” Kevin gestured to them. “That soulmate telepathy stuff? How do you get that?”
“We’ve just known each other a long time-” Jughead chuckled out before being interrupted.
“Then how do you know?” Veronica leaned forward after she was done gnawing on her straw. 
“Yeah,” Kevin chimed following the Lodge girl’s lead and leaning in. “How do you know you’ve moved from Hermione Granger and Harry Potter to Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly?”
Betty knew these two were not going to drop the subject as per their M.O. The blonde snuck a glance to her dark headed boyfriend. Juggie looked like he was a deer in the headlights, panic in his eyes. Betty reached for the hand of his that was resting on her shoulder.  She really hoped her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.
“Well,” She cleared her throat starting her attempt to save Jug from having a heart attack, or worse- speaking.  
“Jughead was really-”
“There for you. I remember. I want to hear from your boyfriend.”
Betty felt Jughead’s hand tighten around hers as Veronica’s lips pulled into a wicked smile. 
“V, do you really-”
“Betty let him get to the good part.”
Betty felt Jughead shift, clearly uncomfortable.
“Veronica…” The blonde warned again.
“Oh, come on, Betty. You are dying to know too.” 
It was too late. When Veronica Lodge set her sights and narrowed in on a target, in this case: Jughead Jones, there was no stopping her. And although Veronica was right on some level, she did want to hear what Jughead had to say, but not like this. She didn’t want do hear it because Veronica was forcing it out his throat. 
“Let’s hear it, Jughead.”
Betty felt her nails beginning to dig into the palm of her right hand.
“Lay off, Ronnie.” A familiar voice boomed from her right. All eyes darted to the red head looming over them in his varsity jacket. His backpack slowly slid off his shoulder.
“Archiekins” Veronica practically sung the nickname. The two went on flirting and small talking. Betty was too preoccupied with the sight of her fingers uncurled. Blood caked under nails and smeared across the inside of her hand. She shoved her hand under the table, but not before Jughead saw. She felt his eye burying into her very being.
“Here Archie,” Jughead spoke, abruptly standing and offering a hand to Betty. “You can take our seat. We have to go anyways.”
Betty followed his lead, cautious not to touch anything with her bloody prints.
“A-are you sure?” Archie allowed the couple space to get out of the booth. “Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing. We’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Before there were any objections, Jughead and Betty walked out of Pop’s, leaving only the chiming of the door’s bell.

Betty winced as Jughead dabbed the small cotton ball, drowned on one side with rubbing alcohol, onto her wound. Jughead froze horrified at the idea of causing his girlfriend pain, but Betty waved him to continue. The blonde girl sat on the edge of the old flower printed couch in the Jones’s home with a knitted blanket thrown over her lap. Jughead sat across from her on the low table.
“So what do you think, nurse? Am I going to survive?”
Jughead smirked setting down the cotton in exchange for the gauze and athletic tape on the table next to where he was sat. 
“Sorry, Betts. I’m afraid we have to amputate it,” Jughead said as he finished wrapping Betty’s hand. “So you can kiss your hand-” The Jones boy raise the small bandaged hand to his lips, pressing them softly to Betty’s pale skin. “-Goodbye.” 
There was a long silence of the two exchanging smiles as they just enjoyed the moment. To Betty, the moment ended quickly due to the curiosity that bubbled in her chest like a litter of soda that had been shaken up. It was only when the cap was off that, she even noticed the fizz spewing from her mouth.
“So, what was your answer? I mean, how did you-?”
“So she was right?” Jug’s eyes shifted away as he moved onto the couch next to his girlfriend. “You want to know what my feelings changed?”
“Jug, you don’t-”
“No, no it’s fine. The truth is-” Jughead sighed putting his arm around Betty and propping his feet on the table.” it was so seamless I didn’t even notice..” He chuckled. Betty gingerly grabbed Jughead’s free hand, softly drawing lines down the inside of his hand.
“That is until…”
Betty Cooper stared at her boyfriend for a moment before letting out a giggle.
“Jellybean? When was that? I haven’t seen her since we were like- 12 years old.”
“Yeah.” That one-word response caused an abrupt stop to Betty’s laughter.
Now it was Jughead who let out a soft chuckle.
“She said something to me a long time ago. And it made me realize something. I thought she was just being a silly 7-year-old, but she was on to something, even back then.”
“Jug…” Betty sighed in a way that felt like she had fallen in love with him all over again. Her heart felt lighter than air and she found her hand moving to his cheek to caress him.
“It  was just something that always ran through my head and I just reached a point where I-”
Jughead and Betty had been drifting closer and closer until their lips touch. Jughead’s lips felt like the one thing in the universe holding things together. The one thing that tied her to reality. They slowly pulled away, lips lingering near each other in case they changed their minds.
“Yeah, that.”
The two laughed, filling the usually quiet house with nothing but them and their happiness and for a moment…
Riverdale was serene again.

~Story with Jellybean coming soon ~

[Edit: Part 1 of Jellybean story]

Sad Days || Riverdale Preferences

Archie Andrews:

“Oh baby,” You reached towards your trembling red-headed companion with trembling hands, desperate to pull him flush against your palpitating chest. “You don’t need to stop crying.” You would coo softly, your small, delicate hands venturing to his ginger locks. “It’s okay to cry,” You would attempt to cease his constant mantra. A small sigh would emit from your lips, your arms creating a cage against his large form. “He’s going to be okay.” You persuaded the singer, your own tears creating a waterfall that proceeded to cascade down your cheeks. The scarlet drops of blood clung to the interwoven fabric of your pearly white blouse, his oh-so-famous varsity jacket now sporting a new color. You held him taught against your chest, swaying slightly. “Don’t stop crying.” Now shaking yourself, the two of you sank down to the hardwood floors of his small room. “Don’t stop..” You sobbed, your mascara staining your porcelain cheeks as your full eyelashes fluttered against them. “Don’t stop..”

Jughead Jones:

You never really were one to cry. Your mother and father had constantly drilled into your head that it was never okay to cry; never okay to express your emotions. As your (e/c) eyes fluttered open to reveal the raven-haired male in front of you, it was too much. Death was inevitable, and you were completely aware of that, but you did not imagine it would come as quickly as it did. Jason Blossom, your best friend of 6 years, had departed from the world. The scenes of the convicted murder churned inside your head, and how it broke your heart in two. Jughead reached towards you carefully, his long fingers locking themselves around your wrist in an attempt to pull you against his firm chest. “(Y/N)…” His feeble attempt proved worthy as you did not try and pull away from his soft grip. Your shoe-clad feet shuffled against the wooden floors, a single tear escaping its prison. Your eyelashes brushed up against your freckled cheek as you closed your (e/c) eyes, and you felt the small tear make a path. You hugged Jughead, sobbing into his chest. He was gone. 

Betty Cooper:

A war continued to ravage inside your abdomen, and your short arms wound themselves around your stomach. Your parents were not home, nor were they going to be anytime soon. You longed to call the blondie who lived only a few houses down, as she was your faithful companion and knew exactly what you were going through. However, you decided against it and ignored the sounds coming from your phone. Of course, you decided to watch the Notebook on this day, and you decided nothing was going to stop you. Mother Nature obviously took this as a sign, and it took its toll on your out-of-control hormones. “Why did she have to forget? It isn’t fair!” You sobbed, clutching your favorite childhood memento to your chest. There was a loud knock on your wooden front door, and you let out an unsatisfactory moan. However, the youngest Cooper was aware of where your family hid the key and entered the household. She was concerned! You didn’t answer any of her texts, and ignored her calls! When she entered your room, it was a sob fest. She shook her head, knowing of your situation, and pulled you against her chest. “I know it’s not fair. But they’re together. It’s okay..” Her soft words lulled you into a dream filled sleep. She was perfect.

Veronica Lodge:

After the Chuck incident, it was really too much for the sassy girl. Her father was in jail, her mother was using her name in ways she should not have been, and now, she was being used by a filthy male. Her name was forever etched into the shameful book, a worthless number accompanying it. Of course, she got back at him, he deserved it! All of them did! However, the brave girl broke down. Her defensive shield that held witty comebacks, sarcastic responses, and sassy remarks was crumbling, and it was just too much. The raven-haired girl stood in front of the mirror, her hands desperately trying to rid of the shedding tears. “Why am I so ugly?” She murmured, the spiteful words burning. You, of course, heard them and rushed in. When her shield was down, you, of course, had to put yours up. You pulled the sophomore into your awaiting arms and combed your fingers through her tamed hair. “You’re so much more than  you believe, V.” You tried to convince her. “Veronica, you’re just going through a rough patch. You’re such a talented, gorgeous girl and I’m lucky to call you my girlfriend. Chuck was an ass, don’t let him know you’re hurt. Let him know you’re strong.”

Cheryl Blossom:

A friend may last a while, but a sibling will last for life. A twin will last forever. Or so that is what Cheryl thought. Her twin brother was now existing somewhere else while Cheryl was left behind to deal with the crude comments in which the world threw at her. Her brother was her other half, and now, at the moment, she was cracking in half. It was so hard, everything hurt all the time. “Just make it stop…please make it stop. It hurts!” She cried, her perfect face crumbling as she sobbed, her strong demeanor following suit. Your small hands desperately grasped her tear-stained face. “Hey. Hey. Look at me.” You attempted, using the soft pads of your thumbs to wipe away the flowing tears. “I know it hurts baby. It’s going to..” You cooed softly, pressing your lips to her forehead. “He’s gone, and now you have to avenge him. You are Cheryl Blossom! You can do anything..”

anonymous asked:


N17: VanCat - Cold Inside

Hope you enjoy your random selection!

High School Prompt: Hey, it’s literally cold as fuck. It’s about 63 degrees in the hallways. Your shoulders are shaking and those gorgeous lips are trembling. Borrow my god damn jacket, okay?

“So, did you study for today’s math test, Ev?”

Evan stalled a bit, his arms wrapping around his torso as he sighed, “Nope. It’s fuckin’ cold, man.”

“Bro, you good? You look so cold that I feel cold!” Tyler chuckled, stopping when he heard no laughter from the Canadian.

“It’s… fucking freezing…”

Tyler stared at the ground in front of him as they walked on, sighing softly as he put a hand to the Canadian’s chest to stop him from walking, “Stop.”

The Canadian glanced at him, “Why?”

Tyler placed his bag and binder on the ground, pulling his varsity jacket from his shoulders, “Here, take my jacket.”

Evan shook his head, “You’ll be freezing then.”

“I probably have a better chance at surviving in Alaska than you.”

“I’ve played Hockey in Canada, okay? I’m fine, Tyler.”

“I used to live in mother fucking Virginia, Evan. I don’t want to hear it. It gets cold as fuck there too. Take the god damn jacket.”

Evan frowned but took the varsity jacket anyway. “Thanks…”

As they resumed walking, Evan shuffled the jacket over his shoulders, Tyler holding his bag while they walked. Neither wanted to be late.

“Hey, Ty…”


Evan shuffled to a stop, raising his arms in front of him and blushing, “It’s really big on me.”

Tyler stared back at his hilarious Canadian buddy for a moment before chuckling, “Of course, mother fucker. I’m bigger than you. Plus, I’m in football, shoulder pads, hello?”

Evan stifled a giggle, “Right. Forgot about that.”

“Hey, dude.”

“Sup, Tyler?”

“You look so god damn cute in that jacket. It’s almost like you’re gay.

“Wha!? Hey, fuck you, man! You gave me the jacket, you’re the gay one here!”

Tyler smirked, “Right, right.”

“Fuck you!”

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.


“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.”


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.


“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.”


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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anonymous asked:

'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.


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.


There’s only one seat left in the classroom.

And it’s next to Bucky.

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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!!