blue locker

limerence: clumsy → 1

pairing: zach dempsey / reader

genre: part one in a drabble series called ‘limerence’ about boyfriend!zach 

about: not only did you literally stumble into zach, but into his heart as well. 


Your first day at a brand new school couldn’t be going better. You had single-handedly managed to rip your brand new silk dress, lose your class schedule, and make 0 friends in a span of less than 4 hours. 

“What kind of shit is this?” You thought to yourself as you searched the sea of students in the crowded hall for a friendly face, finding none. You needed to ask someone to show you where the science hall was and help you open your locker, but no one seemed to want to give you the time of day. 

There was a tedious familiarity of standing alone in a crowded space, watching people pass you by and feeling like you were merely an object strategically placed to display teenage normalcy. 

The end of lunch was fast approaching and standing feeling sorry for yourself was getting old. With newfound determination you bobby pinned the strap of your dress back on, put the loose tendrils of your hair behind your ear, and murmured a soft, “you got this, kid,” under your breath. 

You had spotted a girl dressed in a vivid daffodil colored sundress and you made a beeline straight towards her. Consumed by your sudden sense of purpose and thoughts of how she looked like a beacon of light in the cold murky waters that was the student body, you hadn’t noticed a certain tall basketball player was about to cross your path. 

With a small gasp of surprise you butted straight into his side, swaying backwards and tripping over your feet. A small groan of defeat left your lips as a small ache developed on the bridge of your nose. 

“Hey are you okay?” 

His voice was like deep, rich, smooth chocolate and laced with such genuine concern that it almost seemed to quell the dull twinge of pain on your face. Wanting to see if such an alluring voice had an equally alluring face you looked up and damn it did. 

You could feel your eyes involuntarily widening and the once leisure pace of your beating heart turn rapid. You swept over the gorgeous expanse of his face, committing the slope of his nose and the smooth flesh of his pout to memory in case you never had another chance to be at such close proximity to him. 

“Not trying to be rude, but i’m pretty sure we lost this staring contest a long time ago.” His words brought you back to reality and an uncontrollable blush coated your cheeks, you were sure he could feel the burning heat of them. 

“Actually you lost, i’ve been staring for how long?” Is all you could muster, trying to mask your embarrassment with humor. The beautiful stranger let out a small chuckle, a sound so lovely it brought a smile to your face.

“So long I think you broke a record just now,” he responds playing along. “The dudes from guinness world records should be here any minute now.” 

You pretend to look around the halls in search for them. “Good. They’re not here yet, I still have time to prepare my acceptance speech.” You both laugh at your comment and you can’t help the bubbling giddiness you feel from the silly exchange of words with him. “You’re funny, whats your name?” 

“Y/n.”

“Nice. I’m Zach.” You had never thought a name could be this hot until now. Wanting to prolong your time with him, get your stupid locker open, and get to at least one class without being late you asked, “Well Zach, besides helping me break world records would you mind helping me with the glorious task of opening my locker and taking me to the science hall? You will be rewarded generously.” 

His coffee brown eyes look off into the distance, pretending to ponder over your offer. “Lead the way.”

Your lips turn up in a content smile, walking over to your locker with a spring in your step. “My combination is 0-8-24.” 

You watch as his lithe fingers spin over the lock, opening it on the first time with a satisfying click. “There you go.”

You try not to gape at how quickly and simply he opened it, you had stood there before for a good 10 minutes without any luck. “I swear I know how to open lockers, this one just didn’t like me.” 

He smiles amused at how adorably your eyebrows furrowed, expressing your distaste at the rusty blue locker. “Well now that this is opened, whats my reward?”

He takes a flirtatious tone, insinuating that he has a certain something in mind. 

“Well that depends, what do you want?” Your words come out breathy as he steps closer to you. He laughs lightly at the sudden change in your tone, the once ringing voice now soft-spoken. 

“A date,” he responds in an indifferent tone that is more suited to say just buying some stuff or gonna go out for a walk. You raise your eyebrow at his request, faking your cool composure. 

“Take me to the science hall and submit a one page essay about why I should and I might just consider it.” 


hello! this is the first time i’ve ever put one of my works out there and i’d really appreciate any feedback anyone has :-) 

anonymous asked:

Do you think Neil has a binder (solely) for Andrew (and him) and one for his Foxes? What's inside the binder(s)? And ohh btw I just simply love your hc about the photos ((and i want more bec i love you and your hcs so much))

thanks bb <3

(neil only got the binders because he can’t cover every spare inch of the walls of their apartments in photos and articles - even he recognises that it would make it look like a serial stalker’s den. yes, andrew’s slightly judgmental expression did help him to reach that conclusion)

anyway, a list of some of the contents of neil’s post-graduation binders:

  • every photograph and article about kevin day neil can get his hands on - and there’s a lot of them. kevin holding trophies, kevin with his teams, kevin and thea in elegant clothes at big events, kevin smiling in a way that starts fake but gets more real as the years pass. kevin, alive. kevin, victorious. kevin with everything that riko tried to take from him. (enough of them that andrew made a dry comment or two about neil at least being predictable in his obsessions) (he’s quietly satisfied by the progression, too)
  • articles on robin, as both a fox and afterwards, concrete proof of neil’s work as a captain and andrew’s…something neil isn’t quite sure of sometimes, still. photos of her standing tall and proud, no trace of the mousey child who was nearly too afraid to be a fox
  • a collection of postcards addressed to them both in renee’s neat hand - pictures of mountain ranges and jungles and forests and deserts and cityscapes, ones that still make neil think about a different kind of travel than the frightened bolt he and his mother did across half the planet all those years ago with that vague kind of longing for something different
  • the entire photographic coverage of allison’s first fashion show (neil was there, which meant andrew was there. unsurprisingly, andrew ‘i wear designer clothes’ minyard found it more interesting than neil ‘the height of fashion is my partner’s oversized hoodie and these jeans that i’ve had for ten years’ josten)
  • a heavy piece of cream card inviting neil and andrew to the wedding of nicholas hemmick and erik klose (they went. neil had never seen nicky happier)
  • a picture of matt and neil hugging on the court after eschewing the more normal post-game handshake, wearing different colours and smiles
  • articles following dan’s career, from her first teams through to the foxes, including photos of her familiarly disapproving and determined and delighted expression on the sidelines or amongst her players
  • a collection of photos taken by various foxes at their ‘reunions’ - matt and dan curled in the same armchair, dan laughing because she’s getting squashed. renee braiding allison’s hair, her face all careful concentration, while allison sits on the floor between her knees drinking wine. aaron and kevin arguing, for old time’s sake. nicky and andrew making drinks while erik watches on in the background. all of them together in one mess, no one looking the right way, someone’s eyes closed, someone laughing a little bit too hard - perfect
  • a singular photo of jean moreau, helmet under his arm as he looks down at jeremy knox, the man he followed through the professional leagues post-college. he’s smiling in it, grey eyes crinkled in the corners. (neil can’t quite explain why he kept it - he doesn’t look at it much. when he does, he remembers)
  • a collection of articles about andrew on the court, from his first year pro all the way through. articles that still call him dangerous, but mean it in relation to the scoring percentages of his opposition. photos of him stretched out in goal, immortalised in brutal determination, beside total strangers calling him talented, even calling him revolutionary because of his style of play
  • more articles about andrew, off of the court - andrew as an icon, flat-faced beside LGBT campaigners for sports, speaking bluntly and truthfully and tactlessly at events as an invited guest. 
  • andrew, whose thesis on the treatment of mentally ill juveniles in the justice system was publicised by a psu student, who stared at everyone who questioned him about it in a way that unmistakably said i meant what i wrote
  • andrew, the survivor, who donates so much of his salary to a variety of causes, who did before anyone knew and who continued after it became public like he didn’t give a fuck because he didn’t
  • photos of the andrew that belong to neil, ones that make andrew curl his lip if neil pins them up - he and his brother standing shoulder to shoulder at the reception of aaron’s wedding, caught on camera by the official photographer in a very rare moment of understanding. him bathed in the light of a sunset on their balcony, all golden. he and neil together wearing red, white and blue in the locker room of a foreign stadium, ready to walk on the court for their country. him on the couch, asleep on his belly with one of the cats curled up in the cup of his lower back
  • (neil doesn’t mean to document his own history, only theirs - it happens by accident. there’s a photo of him beside kevin, medals around both of their necks at a world cup final. a photo him in the audience of an event where andrew is on the stage, photographed looking up from the crowd with a slight smile on his face included in an article on andrew. one from a reunion, taken from behind him and andrew with the sun turning them to silhouettes, including where their hands are curled together between them. a headshot of him from a where are they now-style article on the first ncaa champion fox team, scars on display and stare as bright and challenging as ever - still alive)

anonymous asked:

prompt: jughead is at south side high but sneaks into riverdale high for make out sessions w betty and her friends investigate and find out

Betty stared dreamily out the window of her second period chemistry class, her chin propped up in her hand, and a lazy smile gracing her face. It was raining and she had always loved the sound of the heavy water hitting the roof of Riverdale high, rain was something that was constant, there would always be rain, soft and steady or Sparatic and rough it was always there to wash away the bad.

A heavy hand dropped to her shoulder and she looked up to find her teacher smiling down at her and gesturing to the empty classroom, she must have been daydreaming for longer than she thought, smiling apologetically she gathered her books and walked into the empty halls, it was lunchtime and no one ever hung around when food and socializing were on the table.

JJ: alas fair Juliet, our schools may part us but parting be but sweet sorrow.

Betty giggled at the silly text message her very favorite boy had sent her, his wide vocabulary wasnt something anyone ever expected when they met the dark haired Serpent.

“Wow whoever can make you laugh like that must really be something special.”

Betty whipped around at the familiar voice, a grin breaking out on her face as she eyed the boy up and down.

Jughead Jones was leaning casually against the dark blue lockers, a toothpick dangling lazily from his mouth and his leather jacket snug on his shoulders, his wavy dark hair was messy and His hands were shoved in his pockets, a goofy grin on his face.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in the building?” Betty asked, her perfect blonde ponytail bouncing as she walked towards the mysterious boy. Jughead instantly reached his hands out and gripped her tiny waist, his fingers playing with the waist band of her cheerleading skirt.

“I have my ways.” He grinned lazily “a guy can’t visit his girl in her beautiful, state of the art highschool? I mean look at those water fountains, Southside highs only have brown water.” He shrugged.

“Oh I totally get it, you’re using me for my water fountains, That’s fine.” She teased, her hands moving to play with the dark curls at the base of his neck, his eyes instantly falling closed at the familiar comfort of her smooth fingers.

It all started a few months ago, Betty had been helping Jugheads father fix up an old Harley in the backyard of his trailer, she had been referred by Pops and she was more than happy to help. He didn’t think he had seen anything sexier than the gorgeous blonde covered in motor oil, holding a wrench as her tiny denim shorts and tiny white tshirt dripped with water form the sprinkler next door. He quickly learned how complicated her life was and his interest in her only peaked, for someone so small she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, he wanted to do everything he could to carry some of that weight.

“Is that okay?” Jughead heard Betty ask from his embrace, tearing him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?” He smiled apologetically

Betty giggled
“I said, I’m going to stop by the bar today, I sewed up vipers jacket and I promised Hause I would drop off cupcakes for his daughters birthday.”

That was the other thing, Betty had embraced the Serpents almost immediately, they were a second family to her and she never judged, even though he could sense her worry as she cleaned him up from some particularly nasty brawl, she never said anything, just kissed his bruises and helped him tug his jacket back on.

“Sounds good to me beautiful.” He dropped his lips to hers and her hands moved up slightly, burying in his hair.

After about a minute of holding each other they were both ripped apart by the clearing of a throat and the slamming of a locker. Betty pulled away shocked as Jughead kept his hands on her her waist, his guard instantly up.

“Betty Cooper you have some explaining to do.” A dark haired girl smirked, her arms crossed over chest as the boy beside her stared with wide eyes.

The second boy clapped excitedly
“You’re a Serpent! Oh this is fantastic, Betty why didn’t you tell me! This is amazing!”

Jughead raised a brow, but Kevin cut her off, moving to grab Jugheads hand and shaking firmly
“My name is Kevin Keller my boyfriend, Joaquin? He’s part of your gang, we can definitely do double dates now!”

He heard Betty giggle from beside him and he couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on his face.

“I’m Veronica Lodge and this is my boyfriend Archie Andrews, were Betty’s best friends and we’ve never heard of you.” She stared evenly at Jughead as Archie straightened his back, squaring off against the new guy.

“Jughead Jones. I’m the boyfriend, happy to meet you.” He stuck his hand out for the raven haired girl to grab, she took it hesitantly and elbowed the red haired boy.

“Archie Andrews.” He grunted. Jughead tried to hide his smirk.

“Nice to meet you dude.”

Something seemed to soften in the quarterbacks eyes and he grabbed the leather jacket wearing boys hand

“Same here man.”

With introductions done Jughead looked back to his girlfriend and brought her hand to his mouth
“I’ve gotta get back, I can only avoid Southside high for so long.” He sighed pressing his lips to her knuckles and pulling away as she smiled lovingly at him

“See you tonight?” She asked softly

He nodded, a look of complete adoration in his eyes that wasn’t missed by the three friends, Kevin and Veronica visibly swooning

“I’m not sure what your plans for tonight are but why don’t you two join us for a milkshake at pops later on, Archie’s treat.” Veronica asked, gently nudging her boyfriend as he grunted and rolled her eyes.

Jughead just stared at the girl in surprise, his eyes turning back to Betty’s for assurance, she nodded excitedly and he couldn’t help but chuckle

“We’ll be there” he said finally “thanks”

With that he threw one last glance at his beautiful girlfriend before heading out the doors of Riverdale high.

It was silent for a few moments before Kevin broke the moment

“I love him.” He said dreamily. “If you don’t want him I’ll take him.”

Betty laughed heartily

“Sorry Kevin but that ones all mine.”

anonymous asked:

Okay at some point Carolina and wash go back to the wreckage of the moi and go to their lockers and rooms. Carolina hears a sudden scream and rushes to check on wash. He's found his heelies and skateboard. Carolina groans and laughs

When Dylan tells them about the wreckage on Sidewinder—says that it’s still there, abandoned, waiting—Carolina and Wash exchange a look.

The island has been peaceful. Quiet, but not in a way that’s reminiscent of empty halls, corridors for ghosts to pass through. The wind whispers at night through the trees, but the cadence is soft. Soothing. The shadows are not thick with despair here. Rain falls, not in a deluge, but light showers, leaving the air fresh afterwards. Clean. 

They like it here. They’ve adjusted to lush green, to damp earth and blue skies. Neither are prepared for the unforgiving, frozen hell they each left behind.

They both still know they have to go.

and then we’re skipping the fucking angst we’re not gonna talk about it

well actually there is this:

The trek up to the crash site is quiet. 

Every time Carolina expects Epsilon to end the silence, she has to remind herself he’s gone.

soRRY!! moving on:

No fucking way,” Wash says, voice cracking.

Carolina ignores the fear that grabs her throat in a vise. There’s no one here. There’s no one here. Still, her feet drag her closer, as though behind that locked door—bashed in by who knows what, barely hanging on to its hinges now that Wash has forced it open—is some kind of threat. “What?”

Wash laughs, and it sticks in his throat, like the lump that’s been sitting in hers has managed to occupy two spaces at once. “I don’t believe it.”

She steps around the door, and groans. 

It’s his skateboard—and the ridiculous shoes he was so fond of. 

She rolls her eyes. “Seriously?” You scared me, asshole. It wasn’t rational. But a lot of things about this place weren’t.

Wash laughs again; though she doesn’t, Carolina has to admit, his amusement is contagious. It’s good to see him laugh, though she knows it must have hurt, suddenly facing yet another relic of simpler times. 

“I kind of want to bury them,” he says. 

Now she’s laughing. “That is so fucking dramatic.” She wishes Epsilon were here to have heard that. “Besides, you hate snow.”

Their helmets are on—it’s fucking cold—but she can almost see the smile touching his lips, just barely there, cradled in the corner of his mouth. “I really do.”

“Just take them,” she says, tugging gently at his elbow. She wants to leave, while there’s still a good note to end this on. “You can teach Caboose to skate.”

Laughter stutters out of him once again. “That’ll be a fucking mess.”

“It will,” she says. “He’ll love it.”

Caboose accidentally snaps the board in half, but Wash can’t say he really minds.

Excuses - Jeff Atkins

A/N: If you are acquainted with me from previous posts, you may know I’ve only written about Harry Styles up to now, however, these last days I’ve grown a special fondness for Jeff Atkins (from 13RW) so I decided to give it a shot and write something with him as the main male character. This doesn’t mean I’m gonna quit writing about my curly-haired baby though.

Sorry if the end is a bit shitty, I had to finish it in a rush.

Hope you enjoy it! :)



Meet me in the hallway when the classes are over I’ve got a surprise for you :)

You smiled as you read the handwriting you very well knew inked on the wrinkled notebook paper. As soon as the teacher turned to the blackboard and got immersed in writing down never-ending equations you looked at your side, finding a smirky Jeff facing the man but glancing at you from time to time to see your reaction.

He watched as you traced your pen through the white surface, and grabbed the note back when he felt your warm touch leaving the piece of paper in his hands. Unfolding it, he bit his lip to avoid a chuckle slip out of his mouth when he read your addition:

Meet me in the hallway when the classes are over, I’ve got a surprise for you :)

  1. You need to pay more attention to Clay’s tutorings.
  2. See you there…


***

Through the Liberty High’s empty corridors, you awaited for your favorite baseball player. Hundreds of blue lockers placed one next to the other observed as you grew more and more impatient in the meanwhile. You were about to text him when faint footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor stopped your actions.

“At last you’re here! I was indeed about to leave” you said, trying to hide the grin seeing him provoked you. It was hard to get mad at him, whenever he stepped in the room with that stunning smile you knew was only yours, all your system weakened and you couldn’t do anything but feel butterflies revolting in your tummy.

“Sorry babe, I had to get some stuff before coming here. Also Zach and Justin stopped me on the way, they wanted me to go to Bryce’s with them” Just hearing that name made you uncomfortable, your countenance changing from smiley to uneasy. “Jeff, I don’t want to be annoying, but you know I don’t really like him, right?” You had never hanged out with him, but he was the most popular jock in the whole school, it was obvious he called everyone’s attention. The few times you had seen him around the campus were enough to prove you he was everything but a good person. You were friends with Hannah, and the day she told you what he did to her at the store after the list controversy you got convinced about that conclusion even more.

“I know, I know. It’s not like we’re that close anyways. Clay is more a friend to me than he is” He assured you, stroking the side of your face to soften your aspect. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m telling you what to do, just… be careful, okay?”

You knew Jeff was a good guy, you only tried to protect him. He had a kind and loving soul that wouldn’t hurt anyone, and that was why you loved him so much. Most of the jocks believed they had a reputation to maintain and so behaved like complete idiots, even though some were absolutely far from being that. On the other hand, he didn’t, and that was why he stood out from the rest. He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind and stand for the weakest, he always tried to make them felt comfortable and part of the group.

He was loyal to his principles and that relieved you.

“Don’t worry baby girl. I love that you care so much” He supported the bat you hadn’t realised he carried on the wall and brought you by the back of your neck to his lips, placing a long, passionate kiss.

“Let’s change subject. Remember that one time when you told me you were interested in learning how to play baseball?” “Yeah, like half a year ago…” He chuckled, shaking his head “Yeah, I know it’s been a while but with all this tutoring thing and me trying to improve my grades, I haven’t had the time to do it sooner” He grabbed your hand in his big one and brought it to his mouth, planting a kiss on it while staring at you “Will you please let me teach you now?” You playfully pretended you debated on whether giving in or not, though you both knew you were as eager as him “What are we waiting for?” You ran towards the field, leaving him behind and confused. You were outside the building when he began chasing after you.

The cold air of the outside hit harshly on your bare arms. The weather had been being uncertain lately those days: a day could begin sunny and mild, and end up rainy and cold as ever.

“Gotcha!” When he caught you he felt your freezing flesh. He didn’t waste a second to take off his baseball jacket and put it on you, as he said “Damn baby. Here, put on this” Although you loved wearing his clothes and the smell they left on you afterwards, you couldn’t help but feel concerned about him “What about you?” “I’m wearing a long sleeve shirt, don’t worry” “But-” “No buts” You tried to complain once again, but he was fast to shut you up with a kiss.

“Mr. Atkins, I’m starting to think you’re making everything an excuse to just kiss me” With a smirk that made him look hotter than he already was he replied “You’re guessing right, baby girl. It’s impossible not to do so!” He leaned for another but you backed, teasing him “Weren’t we supposed to have a baseball lesson?” “I could also give you some kissing lessons” A pout got control of his lower lip. It was becoming more difficult for you to refuse “We already know how to do that… extremely well actually” Quitting his grip from your waist he gave up the insistence “Okay, whatever you say princess”

***

You had been thirty minutes into the lesson. The weather was windy and it was getting harder for you to hit the balls your boyfriend threw. Weak rain drops fell over your clothes, turning Jeff’s jacket some shades darker in certain areas. You both hoped it eventually slipped away and had the atmosphere necessary to carry on.

But the day wasn’t in the mood.

A loud thunder marked the beginning of a tremendous rain that had you both half soaked after the first few seconds. You were able to hear Jeff’s chuckles from the distance that separated you, giving the situation the importance it had: none.

He ran towards you and grabbed your hand, guiding you to the inside at a fast pace. Half way before reaching the door, there was no inch of you that wasn’t wet. Halting, he turned to face you “Screw this, I want my first kiss under the rain with you” He tossed everything away and cupped your face, kissing you in a gentle but heated manner.

Giggling, you said “Again, finding excuses to kiss me”

“Oh, shut up and place your lips on mine already!“

First Times Are Diferents (Jeff Atkins x Reader )

🌸Request: Could you do a Jeff Atkins one shot where you can add smut if you want to but basically it was the readers first time and she’s best friends with Hannah Baker and she comes to school the day after and has hickies all over her neck and Hannah jokingly teases her and Jeff is all cuddly with her and lots of pda because he loves his girl and he was happy to be her first? Thank you!🌸

The room was quiet, without any element of doubt or uncertainty, Jeff was above you, panting, wanted you to be sure, he didn’t want to do something against his will or hurt you, he would not forgive himself.   

-Jeff, I already told you and I’ll repeat, you’re the best person I could ever want to be.   
-I know, honey, I just don’t want to hurt you.
-I know, you’re not going.   

~*~

The make-up you put early on the hickeys that Jeff had left the night before seemed to have no effect.
The night before could only have been the best thing in the world with the right person, you and Jeff had been together for about nine months, and that step was the biggest you’d ever given in your relationship other than high make out sessions that they never seemed to get past it.
Jeff would never force anything on you, you and your relationship was based on right times and Jeff was too much of a gentleman and would never do anything to hurt you.
Besides the make-up, which you hoped would be covering the hickeys, you wore a cloth around your neck, but you knew the reddish marks were still there, completely noticeable, and you just kept walking down the hallways to your locker, which looked like strangely far away.
By making the difficult hike that would take only a few minutes, you managed to reach the blue locker.
The task was very easy: Open the locker, take what was necessary for the classes of the day, close it and go to classes.   

-(Y/N)!

But the plan to be invisible at least that day failed completely when your best friend, Hannah Baker, appeared abruptly on your side and instantly your hand went to the scarf around your neck to cover the marks.
You knew that if Hannah saw them, she would tease you for the rest of the day, or the rest of your life.
After all, your friend loved to embarrass you ever since she discovered the crush nothing secret in your current boyfriend before you started getting involved.
“It’s a hobby, Helmet.” She said to Clay once when he inadvertently got in the middle of the teasing Hannah was doing to you.   

- Hannah! You scared me, you came from nowhere.   
-I noticed it, you jumped.   
-Sorry, I was distracted picking up the books.
-Sure…

She suspected something, and you knew she knew it.  

-You’re late today, you’re usually the first to arrive to stay in the courtyard outside.   
-Oh yeah, sorry, I did not hear the alarm today.   
-The alarm or Jeff?

Picked up against the wall, it was practically impossible to hide things from Hannah.   

-How do you…   
-You’re my best friend, you can not hide things from me, and you have that scarf around your neck, and you hate wearing scarves around your neck, and the make up you put on is not covering anything, you’re terrible at wearing makeup To hide something.   
-I know…   
-So…   
-Hannah, no.   
-Have you and Jeff finally changed much more than body fluids? 
- HANNAH! Why do you say such things?   
-What? Is it less disgusting than to say “Have you exchanged much more than saliva?”   
-Disgusting   
-I know, I’m sorry. But then?   
-So what?   
-It happened?   
-If you know the answer why you’re asking me?   
-Because I want to hear from you.   
-Yes. Hannah Baker, it happened. No, no one swallowed there, we just …   
-Woah, woah, spare me the details.   
-Thank you for saving me to say the details.
-So my girl finally grew up? 
-Hannah, no!   
-I can’t believe it, my little girl is not so small anymore.   
- Hannah …   
-I remember as if it was today that you could hardly speak to Jeff without stumbling on your own words.   
-I hate you, Baker.   
-And now you'rr exchanging more than kisses.  
- Oh, my God, I hate you.

And that’s how the day went: You’re ignoring Hannah because of the teasing and her laughing behind you at least until you found Jeff after school, with him noticing that you were upset with something.

-Hey, honey, what happened?
-There are moments in my life where I ask myself how I let Hannah enter in my life.

Jeff only laughed at it, knowing that you were just kidding, you could never hate Hannah for something like that and he just hugged you and kissed your forehead, knowing that would calm you.

-She’s just happy, let her be happy towards her shipp like she always says.
-I know, and I love her for being in my life.
-Ready to go?
-Yes.

You and Jeff then entered in his car and you could listen Hannah again.

-There they go, my beatiful shipp! I made this happen!
-Oh my god, Baker! You so annoying!

You screamed back to her through the car window even more ebarassed.

-You love me!
-I know!

And then, you and Jeff went away laughing from the school to his house while you were talk about everything that Hannah made you pass through the day.

🌸A/N: Sorry for the delay, I was studying for some tests and I was quite difficult on some subjects but I have already been through all this and now everything is fine. Send me your requests, my ask box is open for requests and suggestions. Sorry if this one got too short and a bit rushed, I did this during the time I was studying and I got some free time. I’m sorry if didn’t went like requested, but I rushed to do this request.🌸

Swedish proverbs

Hålla låda (Hold a box) - Means to basically say a monologue, no input from the people you’re talking to. A teacher can say “Jag ska inte hålla låda”, which means that the teacher really doesn’t intend to be the one speaking throughout the lesson.

Allt är inte guld som glimmar (Everything isn’t gold that glimmers) - Means that just because something looks one way, it doesn’t mean that’s what it actually is.

Den som gapar efter mycket mister ofta hela stycket (He who grasps for a lot often loses everything) - Means that the one who is greedy and tries to get more instead of being satisfied with what he already got might lose what he had in the beginning.

Det finns inget dåligt väder, bara dåliga kläder (There is no bad weather, only bad clothes) - The meaning is obvious, and it’s no wonder that this is a Swedish proverb - rain and snow is not uncommon here. We have no “snowdays”, and we go to school even if it’s -30 C (-22 F).

Det som göms i snö kommer fram i tö (What is hidden in snow appears when it thaws) - Means that something that is hidden will be uncovered again.

Ropa inte hej förrän du kommit över bäcken (Don’t shout hello until you’ve crossed the brook) - Means that you shouldn’t think you’ve won before you have, or you should announce something that you’re not yet sure about.

Finns det hjärterum finns det stjärterum (If there’s room in the heart there’s room for the arse) - Means that with a good attitude difficult things can be easier taken care of, or if you’re good friends you can crowd together.

Man saknar inte kon förrän båset är tomt (You don’t miss the cow until the booth is empty) - Means that you don’t realise there will be bad consequences until after you act. Or you don’t miss someone you’ve treated badly until they’ve left you.

Måla inte fan på väggen (Don’t paint the devil on the wall) - Means that you mustn’t presume the worst will happen, make things worse than they are.

Nära skjuter ingen hare (Close will not shoot the hare) - Means that almost succeeding is not succeeding - it will not put a hare steak on the table.

Skita i det blå skåpet (Shit in the blue locker) - Means to make a fool of yourself, or to go too far.

Smaken är som baken - delad (The taste is like the butt - split) - Means that not everyone shares the same opinions, or like the same things.

Writing Tips

OKAY SO I wanted to make a few tips for writers out there just because I felt like it would be a good idea and a lot of these are what people have told me that improved my writing. So let go. 

  1. OKAY SO 1st of all, you need to shut everything out tbh??? Lol that sounded weird BUT what I’m saying is if you write something and think it sounds too much like something else someone else has written just stop thinking about that AND CONTINUE!! I mean, sure it may be the same ideas BUT DIFFERENT PEOPLE WRITE DIFFERENT THINGS. Like you’ve seen Coffee Shop AUs, right? They’re all pretty much the same, but EVERYONE WRITES THEM DIFFERENTLY. I bet you if you gave three people an outline of a fic and told them to write it, it would all come out as completely different fanfictions/writings. Some people may choose to center it around a kiss and build up to that point and some people may not feel the need to explain that, so they emphasise the dialogue and how the characters interact. So when you write something, then realize that it sounds a lot like a book you read or a fic you’ve read, then don’t worry about it because chances are it’s a completely new thing entirely
  2. Okay so I really shouldn’t have a say in this because I am awful at it and don’t do it much BUT DON’T BE AFRAID TO EDIT. Usually when you first write something its more about just getting the words on a page than making a final piece. Also, complete rewrites sometimes help. I have finished a novel, and I wanted to edit, but I found it was easier to have it off to the side and open a new document and rewrite it that way. This is probably confusing but ye
  3. KEEP A NOTEBOOK ON YOU AT ALL TIMES. Sure, its a lot easier to use your phone and you can write things on it, but if you’re like me as you get towards the end of the day your phone kinda starts to reach the end of it’s life. So having a notebook kinda helps when you get an idea and NEED to write it
  4. Continuing with that, if you’re stuck on a certain part of a story, sometimes a change of materials helps. A lot of the time I was typing something on the computer and I got stuck and closed the computer. Then I take out a notebook and BOOM I write a million words a minute. So its good to keep your fanfics and stories on Google Docs or something like that so you can type on your phone and on the computer. Then you can switch between those three things if you need to 
  5. Okay so this is something that I need to start doing and a lot of amazing people on here have suggested it (*cough* *cough* @dwarf-scum) but try setting up certain times to write. It will help train your mind to focus on that during those times
  6. Close tumblr when you write. I have a hard time doing this, but when you turn off all notifications and close the tab, it really focuses your mind
  7. Despite what people might say, FANFICTION IS GREAT!! It is great practice despite what people say. It’s helped me expand my writing abilities and gave me experience with different genres that I wouldn’t normally write about. It also helped me find my strengths and weaknesses, which is a good thing to know.
  8. OKAY THE BEST ADVICE I HAVE EVER RECEIVED IN MY 14 YEARS OF EXISTENCE IS details. I can tell you, this advice was what changed my writing completely. A lot of us write something and get so caught up in the moment that we forget to slow things down and give readers a clear picture. Take your time to explain the scenery or the emotions swirling through a character as they prepare to go onstage for a play. Take your time with it not everything has to be one thing after another. For example, you could say, “She ran through the abandoned corridor of the school into her classroom.” Or you could say “She ran through the abandoned corridor, the pale blue lockers seeming to make it stretch forever and ever as her feet slapped against the white tiles, her flats flapping with each footfall. Her heart racing, she reached the door of her classroom, sweat trickling down her neck as her hair came loose of it’s neat pony-tail.” As you can see, both of these are very different and the second one helps you better picture the scene. 
  9. Lol this is literally something I learned in fifth grade but SHOW NOT TELL. THis is literally so helpful when writing and kinda goes along with what I said before. Basically don’t just say “she was angry” explain how she was angry. What kind of things might she do in order to seem angry? Would she slam things? Stomp? Would her face be red with a frown? EXPLAIN IT!

lol so those are 9 tips and I could /possibly/ add more if I think of some. But I think the most valuable ones are the last two because that’s how you pull readers in. Hope you enjoy!!!!

Leather, books and bathroom quickies - bad boy!Dan and good girl!Reader

YAY OUR FIRST SUBMISSION AND IT’S BRILLIANT💓💓

You pull your black skater skirt down and tuck in your pastel pink tank top as you approach your locker, making sure it is just above the knee and following the school dress code. Facing your blue metal locker door, you begin to turn the lock and put in your code when the books you were holding are knocked out of your hand. You jump back in shock as the textbooks crash onto the floor in a wild clutter of paper and colour. Your eyes flick up to see three boys standing only a few feet away, smirking and laughing at you, clearly guilty of what just happened. 

You bend down to pick up your books, not having the courage nor the effort to begin an argument with the boys. There was no point in arguing with them because you’d never win because they always think they’re right, not to mention the fact that nobody dares to oppose them. They’re like high school devils. All three of them.. Phil, Chris, and most of all, Dan. If you we’re to say that you hated them, you’d be lying. Feared would be more accurate. Dan is like the typical bad boy that you see in movies. The one all the girls drool over. That’s just like the girls and Dan here. You were no different from them, something intrigued you about him.

You realise the bell has rung for first period and you hurry to collect your books from the floor when you feel a pair of hands rest on your hips. Your body jolts up and you practically leap forward, slightly yelping in shock. You don’t bother to look back as you hear deep chuckles as a result of your previous action. You feel your cheeks begin to heat up as you become embarrassed. You scuttle off down the hall in the direction of your science class.   

You push the door open and slide into your seat at the front of the class, arranging your textbook and notepad where you can see them. You drop your bag from your shoulder, rifling through in desperately to find a pen before class starts. You finally find a blue one after a good few minutes of searching. You begin to hear your teacher explain the biology lesson when the classroom door opens from behind you, causing you to jump. You look behind you to see who walked in, being met unsurprisingly with Dan Howell. Typical. You turn your head back towards the board to begin to write notes, only to be disturbed again when your teacher speaks up. “Dan, sit next to Y/n.” She orders. Typical. It just had to be you. You slump over the desk and literally face palm. You don’t even look up when I feel him sit down next to you. “Hey princess.” You hear him whisper. You turn to face him, realising that his face is inches from yours. You decide not to respond and lean back a little away from him. You try to carry on your work but he continues to whisper to you. “God you look so good.” You snap your head towards him, feeling a shocked expression across my face. “Please let me do my work Dan.” You plead. He lets out a breathy chuckle, slightly shaking his head. “I know something else you could do.” He mutters at you. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, clearly not understanding what he means. “What do you mean?” You question. He presses his lips to your ear and flatly whispers. “I mean princess, you could be fucking me with that tight little pussy of yours instead of doing this work.” His words send shivers down your spine. You’d never done anything sexual with anyone. You’d never even considered it either. You’d always focused on schoolwork and being the perfect daughter. You shake your head. “Dan please. Let me work.” You sigh. You feel his hand on your bare thigh, just below your skirt. You try to move your leg away but he pushes pressure down so you can’t move away. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Dan notices this and makes a remark. “Aww,” he coos, “Is my baby girl getting all flustered for me?” You shake your head once again and try to brush his words off. His hand inches up your leg and his hand begins to slide underneath your skirt. “Stop.” You hiss, getting annoyed with his persistence. Once again, he lets out a low chuckle like the one he did outside. “But why? Don’t you think it’s exciting? You don’t know what I might do. I might move my hand off or I could go further and finger fuck you right underneath this table with everyone around.” He purrs. His words sends the heat to your cheeks again and you can feel your panties become slightly damp. “You know you want this.” He whispers to you, his hand creeping up once again. You can’t take it any longer.

“Sir can I go to the bathroom?” You call to your teacher. He accepts and you rush out of the classroom and away from Dan as fast as you could. You almost sprint into the girls bathroom, thinking that Dan wouldn’t come in here anyway. But of course, you were wrong. Only moment after you enter the room, a door opens and Dan walks into the bathroom. You jump and back into a wall. He walks up to you and stands only inches away, pressing his hands into the wall at either sides of you. Your breath hitches. It’s not that you didn’t want Dan to do that, it’s just that you didn’t want to mess it up and embarrass yourself. “I know you want this. And I want you.” He whispers to you, looking into your eyes. You use every ounce of courage you have to mutter the words. “The have me.” You watch as his eyes grow considerably darker.

His lips hungrily connect with yours. Immediately, he pushes his tongue into your mouth and begins to take charge. His hands find your hips and he pushes himself up against you. You bring your arms away from your sides and rest them on his shoulders, letting your hands brush through his hair. You accidentally tug on his hair slightly. He suppresses a groan against your mouth, his lips vibrating against yours. His hands travel down your body and he grabs onto the back of your thighs to pull you around his waist, only to move his hands again to rest on your ass. He gives it a heavy-handed smack as he walks into one of the stalls. He pushes the door closed with his foot as he continues to roughly kiss you. He eventually pulls away from your lips to take a moment to breathe and to speak. “I’ll only do this if you want me to princess.” He studies your face, his eyes flicking back and fourth. You lightly nod and whisper. “I want this.” You smile and he begins to remove his leather jacket. You grab the hem of your top and go to take it off when he stops you. “Let me do the work baby girl.” You lightly nod and he pulls the top over your head in one swift motion. His gaze immediately latches onto your breasts. His hands drop your top and he cups your right one with his hand through your baby pink bra. His left hand reaches behind you and unclips it and he slides it off. The cool air hits your nipples, causing them to harden. He grips your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples with his thumb and finger. His lips are soon attach to your right one as he rubs the other one with his hand. Ripples of pleasure surge through your body and you let out a light and quiet moan. Dan stops and removes his mouth. “Did I say you could moan princess?” He questions. You shake your head, worrying fit what he’ll do next. “Use your words.” He says. “No you didn’t.” You say. “No you didn’t, sir.” He corrects you. “I assume this is your first time. But that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you. Understood?” He raises his eyebrows. “Y, yes, sir?” Your voice goes higher as you finish your sentence. “Good girl.” He praises you. He trails his hands down your bare stomach, pushing down your skirt and panties once he reaches them. He presses his hand against your heat and he bites his lip. He slides his finger up your slit. “Fuck you’re soaking already. You’re my little slut aren’t you?” He grins. “Yes sir.” You smile, enjoying this quite a lot. He presses his finger against your clit and rubs it in figures 8 shapes. You bite your lip, knowing Dan doesn’t want you to moan. He slides his middle finger down and into your hole slowly. He begins pumping it in and out of you at a quick pace, not bothering with teasing and build up. Not long after, he adds another finger and begins to do scissor motions with his fingers to stretch your hole out. You feel your orgasm quickly coming so you clench together. Dan must’ve noticed as he removes his fingers from inside of you. “You don’t get to cum unless it’s my dick inside of you. On your knees.” He orders you, unbuttoning his black jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers to his ankles, allowing his already hard member to spring out and hit his stomach. You lowered yourself to your knees, already knowing what you have to do. You’d heard about giving blowjobs but had never given one. Nervously, you grab his penis with your hand and you lick the tip of it, teasing him. He grabs a handful of your hair and pushes your mouth onto him. He controls your head as he makes you bob up and down his dick at a fast pace. It hits the back of your mouth a couple of times but you manage not to gag. You move your hand up and down his the part of his length that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You feel it twitch in your mouth and he pulls out. “I’m going to cum inside of you okay princess?” He says, more like a statement than a question. “Okay sir.” You say. He moans at your words.

He grabs your leg with one hand and lines himself up with the other. “You ready?” He asks you. “Yes I am sir.” You whisper, not being able to project your voice any louder. He pushes into you and uses his now free hand to lift you off of the floor. He begins slowly thrusting into you, stretching you out way more that his fingers did. You let out a loud moan, immediately covering your mouth. “Princess moan again fuck. Do it loud. Let the whole school hear that I’m fucking you. God you’re such a pretty little slut aren’t you?” He moans. You don’t answer him. He roughly thrusts into you once to get a reaction from you. “Fuck sir yes I’m a slut.” You moan loudly. He slaps your ass and picks up he pace in his thrusts. “That’s right. You’re a slut letting me fuck your pretty little pussy in school where anyone could hear us. Does that make you feel good?” You arch your back and moan once again in pleasure. Dan grabs hold of your right breast and squeezes it hard. “Do I make you feel good huh? Answer me baby girl.” He orders. “Yes you make me feel good.” You stutter slightly. He drops one of your legs to the ground so he can fuck you at a different angle. He moves his hand from your breast to your clit and starts rubbing it to push you closer to your orgasm. You start to clench as you feel your orgasm begin to come. “That’s right princess cum for me. Cum like the slut you are.” Dan pounds into you as hard as he can, feeling himself close to cumming. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as you feel yourself letting go. You feel water dripping down your legs and soon after you feel Dan cum inside of you, releasing a moan at the same time. You hear both of you heavily panting, trying to breathe normally again. “That was so hot baby girl. You fucking squirted, Jesus.” You slightly blush. You see Dan begin to put his boxers on and you decide to start dressing yourself too.

Soon enough your pretty much dressed except you can’t find your panties. You look around to see dan clutching them in his right hand, a smirk playing across his face. “I think I’ll keep these.” He stuffs the fabric into his jacket pocket. “It means that you’ll have to come back and see me. We can have some more fun princess.”

A/N I do not own any of these gifs, the person who made the gif does but I do not know who they are because I found these gifs of Google.
Word count:
Scott: 562 words.  
Stiles: 866 words.
Liam: 505 words.
Theo: 741 words.
Brett: 713 words.
All together: 3450 words.  
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Scott McCall:

With Scott being your older brother by two years and also being an alpha of his own pack, he did become overprotective and by over protective I mean, well that’s go back to the day shall we.  

You was running late for school because you idiot older brother woke up late, meaning you woke up late also, so that meaning you had hardly any time to even pick out a decent outfit to wear. Rushing down the stairs in a pair of black Nike running shorts and a white tank top and to say Scott was not pleased at what you was wearing. Who could blame you, you had no time and needed to get to school.  

“What are you wearing?” Scott’s voice makes you freeze in your walk as you step out of the kitchen with a piece of burnt toast dangling from your mouth. You quirk your eyebrows up at him to ask what he meant before a small growl fell from his lips, canines appearing as he gestured towards your lack of clothing.

“Clothes” you helplessly mumbled around your piece of toast, which caused it to fall on the floor. You pout as you stare down at your still burnt piece of toast that lays on the floor before lifting your head back up to meet glowing red eyes. “Scott” you whispers stepping back just a little, it’s not that your afraid of him nor the werewolf he is, it’s just you think it’s a little stupid he’s going all big alpha and brother protective about what your wearing.

“Change” he tells you in that deep voice to show that he wolf is coming out. You look at Scott for a second before slowly giving him a smile and giggle at the same time. You knew this would confuse Scott by when he gives you the helpless puppy look.  

“Oh Scott when are you going to learn that I am 16 years old and can wear whatever I like.”

Scott says nothing but grumbles under his breath causing you to tilt your head to the side.

“Ya know I don’t have super hearing like you genius” you whisper as you take your first step back towards the mumbling alpha. “So what was that?” You ask him.  

“I don’t want people to look at your legs, o-or your lady area.” He mumbles with a small pout on his lips, his arms now crossed over his chest and his head hung down. “You’re my little sister” and with him saying that you fully step forward and pull your overprotective brother into your arms and hug him.  

“Would putting on a jumper help” Scott nods on your shoulder to say yes. Doing as you asked you leave Scott and retreat back upstairs and moments later come back down with one of Scott’s jumpers covering most of your and stopping mid thigh. “Now let’s go we are already late as it is, and mum is most likely going to get a call any moment to ask why we aren’t in school.” Within saying that Scott nods his head before leading you both out of your house and to his bike, where you hop on behind and speed to school.

Stiles Stilinski:

Now being the only daughter of the sheriff of Beacon Hills is one thing, but being daughter of the sheriff and the twin sister of none other than Stiles Stilinski is another. You loved Stiles to bits, of course you did he was your best friend and vice versa for him (besides Scott) but when Theo would flirt with you and you let him, well Stiles absolutely hated it and would go all big brother protective mode over you. With him still not trusting Theo one bit since he came back to Beacon Hills and finding out that he is also a chimera Stiles protectiveness over you got a lot worse than it originally was.  

He would follow you everywhere and by everywhere I mean everywhere. From one class to another until your seated inside and if Theo was in your class he’d make sure he was far from you, and if Stiles himself was in the same class as you he would sit next to you and also become you working partner is well, Stiles also followed you around on you morning break and lunch break, he would also follow you to Deaton’s Veteran where you volunteered to help with the animals and even make Derek watch over as you volunteered if Stiles could not be there himself.

If you went to the library to do homework and he would hide behind bookshelves or even sit next to you to make sure Theo couldn’t go near you, and don’t start with needing to go to your locker he would be right by your side, and last of them all if you needed to go to the bathroom or toilet at home or in school, Stiles would figure it out where you are and wait outside for you, I mean come on Stiles a girl needs privacy.

So you finally had enough off your brother basically hovering over your life. It was lunch time now and you had the same lunch as the others so you thought it was time you told Stiles how you felt about him following you around like a lost dog. When you sat down at the table you sat between Liam and Mason, when normally you would sit in between Scott and Stiles without having a choice.

“You need to stop” you hiss at Stiles not caring if the others at the table heard, which most likely most them would with them being a were something. “You need to stop this stupid act right now Stiles” you say with a guarded look. Stiles looks at you shocked at first but the smile on his face soon drops off and a scowl is now placed.  

“I’m protecting you” he hisses back. “You cannot trust him” Stiles tries to whisper but it was mostly a whisper type yell towards you. “He isn’t to be trusted Y/N.”

“Trusted, the only person here that shouldn’t be trusted is you Void Stiles” You whisper yell back but soon regretting what you said. “Stiles, I-” but he doesn’t let you finish when he sends you a harsh glare he’s never given you before and actually stomps out of the cafeteria. “I didn’t mean it” you whisper to yourself but everyone heard. You knew that Void Stiles was hard subject of the past for Stiles and you go and use it against him. What type of sister was you. Ignoring whatever Scott was saying you neglect your food and follow after Stiles, but not having to go far when you see him sitting on the floor against a blue locker in the empty hallway, with his head in his hands. “Stiles” you whisper as you slowly walk towards him.  

“I know I get a little overpowering with all this following you around and hovering all over you, it-it’s just I made mum and dad a promise I would always protect you Y/N. I’m afraid to lose my best friend.” You hear him whisper and your heart cracks into a millions pieces right then and there. You’ve never heard Stiles sound so hurt and broken about you before and that makes you feel like a right dick and very guilty one about what you had said.  

“You shouldn’t let Scott hear that I’m your best friend” you say trying to make the situation better than it is right now, and when you see a smile gracing Stiles lips when he lifts his head up, you know your all forgiven for. So what do you do, you sit down right beside him and talk about utter rubbish, laugh and cry a little until the bell rings showing it’s the end of lunch. You both leave each other for your next classes with promises given to each other. Your promise was to never bring up the past of Void Stiles again, and Stiles was to give you a little more space, to be less protective and to live your life just a little bit without him hovering over it.  
Liam Dunbar:

Liam always loved being overprotective over you even know you’re a few years older than him. So when you came out that you and Derek Hale was an item, Liam got all protective over you. As soon as the news hit everyone and Liam himself his eyes instantly glowed a yellow amber, his canines started to extend and his claws soon appeared.  

“Liam calm down” his own alpha said but it didn’t work when Liam growled loudly. Before we know it Liam lunged at Derek but soon stop when you stood in front of your love, blocking him from Liam’s attack. A squeal falls from your mouth when he just manages to stop but still knocks you down on accident causing Derek to fall with you. Before you even could hit the ground Derek’s arms cushion around you, holding you tight and safe for the fall.   

You and Derek hit the ground in a thud both landing on one another because you are softly pushed of Derek and onto the ground beside him and in matter of seconds he’s on his feet and ready to pounce at your younger brother. Both eyes glowing, canines sharp with growls falling from behind them and claws extended and ready to attack and have blood on them show for the fight there both wanting to have.  

 You scramble to your feet and scream with all the energy you have in you with hope that the boys will stop and they do, Liam and Derek turn to face you with their eyes still glowing, claws still extended and canines still sharp as ever. “Stop, now” you angrily say to the both of them. “Liam I’m pregnant and I am your older sister so you will stop this silly over protective act, right now!” You shout at him.   

“P-pregnant!” Liam stutters out in shock and disbelief. “As in baby pregnant."   

You giggle at him first before you answer. "Yes Liam, as in nine months baby pregnant. I know you can get very protective of me but please, please stop this silly act. I love Derek and I love you because you’re my younger brother but I have Derek now."   

"You will always have me” he growls out causing Derek to growl back him. “I am your blood."   

"And so is Derek now, please I need my little brother to the best uncle ever to this little girl or boy Liam, I need you” you whisper in the softest and quietest tone ever and surprising yourself if anyone even heard you speak.   

“I’ll be the best uncle ever, congratulation Y/N, Derek” you smile at Liam and embrace him in the hug when you get close enough to him. Everyone around celebrates you and Derek in congratulations and a lot of baby talk, so for the rest of the day you explain to the pack about how you and Derek started and where it went from there.  

Theo Raeken:

You knew about Theo working with the Dread Doctors and his punishment was being taken down to Hell by your dead older sister dragging him down after Kira basically stabbed the ground and made a hole in the ground for her to take him. That killed you knowing the only person you actually had left was now gone and it made you distance yourself from the pack, until around three months later where the Ghost Riders started to come in and took Stiles whom you still remember clearly but the others didn’t.  

So on one of the days where there was a storm coming and the Ghost Riders will come and take new people who seen them, Liam and Hayden took you back to the tunnels where Theo first went into Hell and made you wait with them. Somehow they manage to get in touch with Noshiko Yukimura and got Kira’s sword is well.    

“What are we doing Liam.” You ask him with a small voice as you rub your arms for some heat to enter your body, because well you wasn’t anything of a supernatural creature, you was a good ole human being.    

Liam doesn’t answer you but lift’s Kira’s sword into the air and stabbing in very harshly into the ground causing it to crack up and make a big enough hole for someone to crawl out of. Claws soon stick out of the hole and a very dirty body soon following afterwards with glowing amber eyes on show. There stood Theo, there stood your older brother dirty and angry and ready to attack.    

“Theo” you whisper softly making his amber eyes snap towards you in the corner where you stood and soon disappear when they land on you, his little sister, the little girl he grew up with protecting and raising, the little sister he thought he never see again.    

“Y/N” Theo whispers your name and before you know it your in his arms not caring that your getting dirty, because all that matters is you finally have your big brother back. You was so happy when you wasn’t the only one who remembered Stiles and everything about him. But when Scott and Malia found out Theo was back it wasn’t good, at all.    

“You brought him back” Malia growled out staring down Theo. “I bet she was the one who brought him back” and this time the growl like voice was directed at you which caused you to snap your eyes up from the floor and to the glowing blue eyes that’s glares at you. You only stand frozen when she slowly advances you but soon stops when a fierce and loud growl of your brother showing protection for his blood.    

“Step any closer to my sister and I will kill you myself, Malia” Theo growls out deeply, and next thing you know they are both fighting with Scott and Liam trying to tear them apart, yourself standing in the corner scared for your brother and your friend and Lydia shouting at you to make it stop.    

“Theo” you whimper but he obviously didn’t hear it. “Theo” you say this time but a lot louder. “THEO!” You scream and it causes him to stop and look over at you, making him lose guard and it lets Malia throw in a quick punch. “Please stop, the both of you” and just with one glance at the fear and helpless look in your eyes Theo calms down, he glowing eyes slowly disappearing along with his claws and canines along with it. Malia soon follows after Theo with calming down when she see that her friend has fear in her eyes.    

“Y/N I’m sorry” Malia says.    

“I’m sorry.” Theo says at the same time and all you do is nod your head. Theo holds his arm out to you and you take, instantly pulling you into a hug a inhaling your familiar scent and calming down more. “I’m sorry” he whispers into your hair.

And after that you, Theo and the pack start to make a plan on how to get rid of the Ghost Riders and how to get Stiles back, even know it took a lot of convincing of Theo and yourself that Stiles was a real person and not just imagination.

Brett Talbot:

Brett has always been protective over you and Lori because well you both are his little sisters, he was always a tad bit more protective over you because only Lori and Brett himself got the werewolf gene and you didn’t, so you were the human of the family. So when Brett had found out that you’ve been sneaking out to meet your long term secret boyfriend Liam, his ex best friend he was not happy, and when he also found out from Scott himself that the Dread Doctors are wanting you to become the next Chimera for Theo’s pack, well just say he went all hell bent on trying to kill Theo and the Dread Doctors.  

That only ended up with him being constantly injured trying to fight them all, along side with the McCall pack. So wherever you went Brett followed, you understood why he was trying to protect you but you didn’t understand why he needed to follow you when you was with Liam, he was a werewolf and a pretty good one is well.    

“Brett” you hiss at your annoying brother who is standing a few feet away from you and Liam, because well he has been following the two of you for the past ten minutes. You turn around and lose the hold Liam had on your waist and stare down at your brother, who grins sheepishly at you. “Stop following us.”  

“I’m not following you” he simply replies knowing that it is very much annoying you, even annoying Liam a little is well.

 You scoff at his answer with arms folded over your chest, hip stuck out and a frown on your lips. “Never mind it’s not following, it’s stalking” you ground out between your clenched teeth. Brett grins again before sending one of his signature smirks at you and Liam, but it mostly being directed at you to annoy just a little bit more.  

“I’m protecting you Y/N, so stop complaining. I need to keep you safe and close so the Dread Doctors do not get you and turn you into one of their experiments.” Brett angrily says between a growl and clenched teeth. “I can’t lose you” you just barely hear him with your stupid human hearing.    

“You won’t, I’m going to protect her with everything in me. Even if it kills me, she has the pack behind her alongside you and even Satomi’s pack is right behind you to keep her safe.” Liam butts in and it causes your heart to flutter at the words he said.    

‘I’m going to protect her with everything in me. Even if it kills me’ runs through your mind before you snap out of it and focus on the conversation.    

“She and Lori are the only family I have left, I’m not going to lose either one of them.” And your heart flutters and swoons again at Brett’s words.  

 Stepping forward towards Brett you smile softly at him before beginning to speak in a quiet whisper, but he could still hear you with his super hearing. “You are never going to lose me, nor Lori. I promise.”  

Brett stays quiet for a second before he begins to speak up. “When mum and dad died I made a promise to myself that I would raise and protect you the two of you from anyone who’s try to get in the way, but I promised myself that I would protect you a little more because the lack of the gene in you. I need to keep you and Lori safe Y/N, and I’m going to do anything to keep the promise I made.” And within a second your in your big brothers arms hugging him tight and whispering how much you love him and how much it means to you that he’s there for you.  

By the end of the night you, Liam and Brett headed over to Scott’s house to pig out to a movie with the pack  and with yourself falling asleep wedged between your boyfriend and big brother.  

zachandreggie  asked:

Hey! Can you please write a new girl x Justin imagine where Justin has a liking towards her soon as he sees her please? Tysm :)

Of course! Feel free to tell me if it’s not what you wanted, and I’ll try and edit it :) thanks for being the first request…

716 words, Justin Foley/fem!reader:

You’d moved to Cresmont in the summer between freshman and sophomore year, making you the completely new girl, of course. The many voices of Liberty High rang through your ears while you walked the halls for the first time. There wasn’t a lot to take in, bare white walls covered in tattered blue lockers from years of use.

First period bell went, alerting the loitering student body to start migrating to whatever class they had. People walked around you, all the while you stood lost and stationary in the hallway.

‘Shit’ being the only thing going through your head, because of course you’d left it too late to arrive to school - you hadn’t even found locker 37, let alone gotten books and equipment out for lessons. Either way, you decided that settling in was more important than first period, so began trudging around the consistently bare corridors.

“Hey! You! You alright?” a loud voice projected from behind you, making you swivel on your heels. A boy a little taller than you was approaching you from the front doors of the school. “Don’t look so worried, I’m late too uh - who’re you?”

“y/n y/l/n, I’m kinda new here.”
“No shit, I’ve never seen such a pretty girl around here before.” this made you blush a deeper red than you’d like to admit, though there was a flush creeping across his prominent cheekbones.
“R-right, well, I need some help looking for my locker…”
“Say no more; 37? Well, m’lady, that is right across from mine.” M’lady? Who was this guy and why was someone with as good looks as he did helping the new girl? “I’m Justin Foley, by the way.” With a not-so-subtle wink and a little bite of his lip that made your heart pang, Justin Foley gripped your now shaking hand and lead you to a row of lockers just around the corner - both of you sneaking glances at each other even after you parted ways to go to the class you now had missed half of.  

Don’t feel embarrassed for being so infatuated with Justin Foley, however, the first thought floating through his mind was what he truthfully said - you were the most beautiful girl he’d laid eyes on.

He was sitting with some kids you hadn’t met yet at lunch, smiling nervously when he nodded at you with the biggest grin you’d had the pleasure of being greeted with.

“That’s the girl?” Zach questioned once you’d passed, only to discreetly sit down at the table being, backs facing each other. You could hear every word.
“You bet - hands off, idiots,” Justin teased with a smile carrying out his words.
“Come on, not even a try?” Cried another - you really needed to stop blushing because of Justin Foley.
“Fat chance, she’s gorgeous and probably got the mind to match; I’m not letting you assholes ruin her.” his friends groaned and jokingly muttered in disappointment.

A while passed and you’d been surprised that they hadn’t picked up on you sitting right there. Thinking you’d gone unnoticed you began to stand to throw your trash away before being stopped by a hand on your shoulder, and a warm breath near your ear. Looking up meekly to see Justin peering down at you with a warmth in his blue eyes. You started to pull away out of embarrassment that he knew you’d been eavesdropping, until he spoke.

“So, I’ll be honest, y/n, when I first saw you I instantly thought that you were pretty cool, and I guess I kinda like you…” it was weird, seeing someone that looked like him get tense. You’d think he thought he could get anyone he wanted. And he did, but for whatever reason you were different - seemingly unobtainable even by him.

“Where’s this going?”
“Right, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to a movie sometime, or just hang out?” he didn’t look you in the eye and instead chose the lunchroom floor as a focal point. Getting a surge of confidence from someone taking interest in you, you pulled his face up so your eyes were locked with his. You planted a daring kiss on his cheek, beckoning another crimson flash across his cheekbones.
“Any time, Foley - any time.”

anonymous asked:

Hiii! Would you please write a Clony fic where Tony and Clay get caught making out?!? ❤️;)

Read it on AO3

1 – Ryan Shaver

The first time Clay and Tony get caught making out is unfortunately, by Liberty High’s biggest gossip. It is about a month into sophomore year and so far Clay has managed to avoid being in something scandalous enough to be printed on the pages of the infamous ‘Lost and Found’ zine’, however there was no way he was going to avoid this one. It started about a month ago, this… thing he had with Tony. He couldn’t really put a label on what it was, all he knew was that it was fun and exciting, and Tony sure was a goddamn excellent kisser. So excellent, in fact, that Clay decided that waiting until after school to put his mouth on the other boy was far too long a stretch to go without.

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Liar (Chuck Clayton)

Originally posted by meanandshallow

Title: Liar

Words:1.5k

Warnings: Cheating, Swearing, Angst & Slight Make-out

Tags: Vixen!Reader, Cheater!Chuck

Pairing: Chuck Clayton x Reader

Line: 58- “We’re done here,”

Fandom: Riverdale

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Slyly, Y/N slipped into the boy’s closed locker room at school, as the moon was high. It peered through the glass and stained window, as it painted a cloudy grey against the still damp floorboards; something Y/N was always annoyed about.

While many thoughts processed through Y/N racing mind, but there was one that kept poking at her side; why the hell was she in the position?

It was simple to the naked eye or eyes. Y/N had snagged her high school royalty as her companion, she had the coach’s son fo fucks sake to keep her warm nd she couldn’t be more content with the boy. Y/N fell for Chuck Clayton and he fell for her. Y/N was sincerely surprised when Chuck had confidently asked her out to Pop’s that night; though the rest of the school didn’t really find the news that thriving.

Y/N was a River Vixen, one of Cheryl most beautiful and skilled, everyone knew our name from the impressive stunts, she did on regular, and was a goddess to the more normal student. They gawked at her like she was a deity.

Chuck and Y/N Relationship was well known throughout the school, news of the romance spread like wildfire and by Monday, everyone knew. Chuck & Y/N had the perfect relationship; until now.

Although, Chuck was all Y/N had hoped for in a boyfriend, lately, he had been distant and cold. The Once shared Milkshake dates at Pop’s were now a lonely Saturday Evening. The cuddles that kept Y/N during the drive through turned into a single sad serving of popcorn.

Y/N was intent on giving up on him. She tried her hardest to try and fix the tearing bond between them but every time she had kindly asked him, he had rudely declined her offer not bothering to even look at her face when responding but finally after millions of times trying, she had broken through Chuck’s newly grown tough skin.

They had planned a simple and romantic movie night at Y/N’s house as her parents were at for the weekend at her grandmother’s. Easy to say; Friday couldn;t have gone slower to Y/N. She was completely over the moon for their date.

After a century to Y/N, Chuck finally arrived at Y/N Large estate as he rushed in not bothering to show a display of affection as he stomped through the frame. At last, the pair was enjoying themselves in the complete silence; maybe too much.

Ten minutes into the movies, Chuck had already pinned her small frame under his larger one. Y/N heart raced and her stomach did flips as Chuck warm palms searched her sides, his finger drawing over the curves of her hips, gripping tightly at the end, leaving Y/N to roll her eyes in pleasure.

His lips ghosted of her’s before roughly pounding against the soft skin; bruising them in the process, after that his lips trailed down to her supple collar bone, he gently licked the untouched surface before sucking down harshly, leaving bright red marks that adorned Y/N (s/c) skin.

All that filled the thick and tense air were the breathy and grungy moans that left YN flustered lips. Her whole body boiled with excitement, her mind racing to the net point of ecstasy for the both of them.

Chuck’s bulky digits toyed at her dark blue lace panties, slapping the material against the sensitive skin, every few second, sending powerful jolts through her veins; each time leaving Y/N speechless.

It was when Chuck had abruptly pulled to a complete stop, that a long whine left Y/N coarse throat as she propped herself up on her elbows.

Chuck sat up quickly and bounced off the mattress and into the seat, as he roughly pulled apart the room in search of an item, that was causing him stress.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked with an annoyed tone.

“I left my letterman’s at school” Chuck replied, not bothering to look at his girlfriend but just keep looking around swiftly.

“Well you can get it on Monday,” Y/N sighed as she pulled Chuck in by the neck, leaning in for another kiss, but he quickly snapped his attention away from the pleading girl in front of him.

“No, It has my I.D in it and Money; anyone could get that,” Chuck panicked as he placed his large hand over his sweating forehead. Softly Y/N got up from the mattress and flung her arms around Chuck’s thick neck.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N purred int his collar, placing a small peck on the skin before prancing to the wooden door frame.

“You’re the best, Y/N” Chuck Beamed as Y/N snatched her jacket and took her leave to the school

So that’s how she ended up at the school late at night, 11 pm to be presise.

Y/N danced around the empty room as she searched for Chuck personal locker. Luckily Y/N’s eyes spotted her boyfriend’s name engraved on the familiar deep blue locker. Feeling confident, Y/N softly danced over to the storage and easily undid the locker.

Y/N swiftly snatched the blue & yellow jumper and started to run out, only to be stopped by a large furry book slamming hard against the concrete floor with a loud smack. Y/N stood frozen waiting for any alarm to go off or a random person to burst through and catch her sneaking into the school on a Friday evening. After a good minute of standing completely still, Y/N unstuck from her position and peered at the chestnut colour book.

Out of pure curiosity, Y.N slowly picked up the heavy object & hesitantly opened it and flew past the hundreds of pages, filled with unknown content.

Rolling her (e/c) orbs, She picked out the names of certain teammates of Chuck’s with random girl’s names next to them with a small number ranging from 2-9 sitting across from the names. The realisation hit her; this was a stupid game the boys played to gain dominance. Y/N heard of it before, never thought it was true; but with the assholes gracing the team, she wasn’t really surprised.

What did Surprise her, was her boyfriend’s name to appear throughout the other unimportant names. His name popped up next to a range of girls, coming from women she didn’t know and didn’t care about and others were familiar names; girl on the cheer squad. At the moment, Y/N world shattered around her.

A storm of emotions started to brew inside of her. Fist all she could feel was utter despair, hot tears started to flow down her cheeks, ruining her foundation. Her mind felt flat as her small palm covered her lips to muffle to soft sounds of her sobs.

Then her brain managed for her feeling to conjure up guilt and stupidity. Her whole body felt incompetent and primitive. Y/n felt like she was in preschool again. She got herself to feel wrecked.

The last was her climax, the peak of her intense heartbreak. Rage. All she could see was red. Everything boiled quickly before she could think of a rational action, she stormed out of the school; her knuckles turning white as her tip grip on the sinful book. Her feet creating earthquakes with fire running behind her as she stomped through the dark school, getting ready to give Chuck a piece of her mind.

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Y/N burst through the frame and thrashed her way up to Chuck and struck him harshly over the cheek.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” Chuck yelled angrily at her.

“Explain, Now!” Y/N stated coldly as she slammed the massive book against a milky white desk, her eyes never leaving his.

“It’s a stupid game the boys pla-”

“Your name was in it Chuck” Y/N interrupted softly; her words telling the story of her heartbreak.

“Bab-”

“YOUR FUCKING NAME!” Y/N screamed, all of her patience with him running a thin line as a water broke free once again. “Chuck, have you been cheating on me through our entire relationship?” she asked quietly still looking Chuck deep in the face. “Was our relationship a game?” Y/N barely let out, “Say something, tell me it’s not true,” She pleaded gently. Chuck stayed completely silent, averting his gaze from Y/N emotional state, this painted a seemingly clear picture for Y/N the realisation hit her once again; Chuck had been cheating on her, He has played her like a toy.

“We’re done here,” Y/N said blankly as she opened the door for Chuck departure.

“Let me explain,” Chuck raced to her side as he gently took her palms in his.

“Get out,” Y/N spoke harshly, her tolerance fell short at his attempt to stop her bold actions.

“Please,”

“Get Out!”

“Baby,”

“Get out of my house!” Y/N Yelled furiously, tears flowed freely as her eyes came to his in a mixture of anger and sorrow.

“Fine,” Chuck shouted at her angrily as he swiftly grabbed his jacket at walked to the door. “but you’ll be begging on your knees for me,” Chuck seethed at he stomped out of the freshly tense house leaving Y/N to slam the door quickly before she dropped to the floor, feeling heartbroken and looking like a total mess; she let out al of her emotions as the only thing that could be heard was her soft hics and incoherent mumbling.

2009!Dan x Punk!Phil ~Lockerstuff~

Slowly Dan looked up at Phil. The older boy pushed him against the lockers in the empty hallway of their school. Dan swallowed and felt how Phil pushed his leg slowly up against Dans crotch. This was driving him crazy.

“Uh, Phil?”, Dan stuttered. “Where is this going?”. Phil didn’t respond right there. He looked down at Dan with his piercing blue eyes, chewing on his bottom lip. “Can’t you tell by my leg veeery close to your crotch and how i starve to fuck you hard?”, he said with a sarcastic tone, his voice deep and husky. “B-but we are missing classe-”, Dan tried to convince him but Phil shut him up, when he pushed him even harder against the blue lockers. 

The younger boy swallowed hard. Phil was now just a few inches from his lips away. “Anything else to say?”, he said, threat in his voice. “N-no”, Dan moaned and felt how blood was rushing down his body. This boy was killing him. Phil seemed to notice and smirked, while pushing up his leg even more until he was met with a loud moan and dans hardening length. “Fuck, Phil”, Dan whined, trying to be quiet as they were still in their school.

Phil grinned devilishly and moved one hand slowly around dans neck and then down his body. Dan stiffened. ‘Are we really gon-’. His thoughts were torn away from him as Phils hand reached his hipbone. Dan moaned again, letting his head fall against the locker. His cheeks reddened and he tried to avoid to look into Phils eyes. “Aww, Danny, not as cocky as before, huh?”, the Punk said, pushing a sweaty strand of hair out of his face. Phil licked his lips and watched Dan with hungry eyes. 

Dan was about to say something but Phil seemed to notice. “No, Dan, shut up”, he commanded, his eyes sparkling. “Make me”, Dan whispered and looked up at Phil with the cockiest grin he could manage at that moment. The older boy smiled and closed the distance between them, his lips meeting Dan’s. Passionately he pushed himself closer while he grabbed Dans hips to push his against them. Dan moaned loudly into the kiss, trying to get air, but not wanting to stop.

Phil took a few steps away and looked Dan up and down to see what a mess he had made out of the boy. “I’ll see you later at my house”, Phil whispered in Dan’s ear and started walking away. “I love you”, Dan said with his voice shaking. Phil turned and smiled. “I love you too”.


ok guys so i wrote this in school uhm

what has my life become oh well