considering instead of the middle of the summer it is two days before school starts



Or, YOI is technically a sports anime but doesn’t follow a lot of tropes, so what if I did an AU where it does? And I just happen to love KnB, so basketball it is. High school sports + the Power of the Team and Friendship ™ + student life + training camps + graduating senpais etc…

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Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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Not ready.

♡ ♡ ♡ 

From the moment she entered high school all everyone ever talked about was sex. Riley could clearly remember the first time she ever heard it be so casually discussed. She was sitting in the girl’s locker room, lacing up her gym shoes when two other 9th graders walk in. They were not so subtly discussing what they did over the weekend and the smaller of the two, a red head she recognized from her English class, was ecstatic that she had finally “lost hers.”

Once the two girls are out of sight she looks over to Maya and raises her eyebrows, “what did she lose?”

“I’m guessing her virginity.” Maya answers with a nonchalant shrug.

Nothing else was said about it. No further explanations or clarifications. Still, Riley had a hard time believing girls in her grade were already having sex. She was still getting over the fact that her boobs had come in and suddenly she was thrown into this new world where her classmates were having sex and drinking alcohol and she couldn’t help but wonder if her own circle of friends were worrying about the same things too. Better yet, if they were engaging in those activities and just keeping her out of the loop.

That night she couldn’t stop thinking about the overheard conversation from the locker room. So while her mother was stirring the pot of whatever stu she was making, Riley got up the courage to finally ask the question that had been burning a hole in her mind.

“Mom?” She hesitates, staring down at her homework. “Can I ask you something…personal?”

“Sure honey.” Topanga replies, not really giving it much thought. “Feel free to ask me anything you want.”

There’s a bit of silence between them until Riley decides its best to just get it over with. Rip it off like a band aid. “When did you lose your virginity?”

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(dis)enchanting (chapter 1)

fandom: girl meets world 
ship: riley x lucas 
word count: 2,941
summary: in which lucas friar is invisible and spills all his secrets to an online anonymous best friend, jexica. and riley matthews is the most popular girl in school who feels most comfortable talking to an online cowboy. one night, the homecoming masquerade dance is about to change everything .// or the rucas cinderella story au that no one asked for.
notes: so….i’m starting a multi chaptered fic….let’s see how this goes. i’ve had this idea for a while, so here it is. please enjoy and let me know what you think!!! 

read on ao3 


“Lucas! Lucas! Were you listening to a word I was saying?” Isadora Smackle’s voice is loud and disruptive and it effectively snaps Lucas from his daze, and he focuses his attention back on his best friend, who’s staring at him with a cocked eyebrow and an annoyed look on her face. He grins sheepishly, knowing that he’d been caught.

“No, sorry, Smackle. You were talking about your chemistry class though, right?” Lucas takes a sip of his water, desperately trying to keep his eyes on his friend, and now the brunette girl three tables down from them. He watches Smackle roll her eyes, seemingly knowing exactly where Lucas’ attention was, but she didn’t comment.

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Three Times a Charm

Originally posted by parkerpete

Peter Parker X Reader

Kinder Than You - Part 1

My Heart Will be There - Part 2

Not Saying a Word - Part 3

Word Count: 2495

Author: Kate (by the Ocean)

Warnings: Nightmares, very deep feels…

A/N: MWAHAHAHAHA it’s done! My first multi-part series is completed. I’m not gonna lie, this was pretty fun, but it is 2 o’clock in the morning and I am exhausted. Love y’all… Anyways, I think you all should be feeling pretty thankful, because I seriously (you can confirm with Katy on this) considered killing the reader, but that would have taken like 2 more freaking parts. The Perks of Being a Writer, I guess. You want to kill the favorite character when the storyline gets boring. But I didn’t, and you all get mushy fluff instead. I hope you’re happy. 

The movie finished, and Peter had all but forgotten that you were currently on the couch in his apartment, being held against your will. He had restrained himself from looking at you for the last 15 minutes of the movie, though he had admitted to himself multiple times that you looked adorable in your rain-wet clothes, frustration clearly evident on your face. The credits started, and Peter allowed himself one quick glance. Looking over at the couch, he smiled to himself at the sight of your curled-up figure, your face void of expression as you slept. Peter stared at you for a few seconds, and then shivered. He realized that he had been sitting in drenched clothes in an apartment that had the AC blasting to battle the normally very hot New York summer climate. He got up and walked into his room to change into something warm and dry.


Peter left the room, and almost immediately, your sleeping body started shaking slightly. Due to your powers sucking away at your chemical energy constantly, you always had a lower body temperature than most people, because your natural heating systems had less energy allotted to burn. All the Avengers would fuss over you being warm in the winter, but there had never been concern during the summer, what with New York’s hot and muggy climate. But, then again, you had never really been out in the rain during a cold front, and then slept in them either. And since you were very concentrated on not thinking about Peter, which was slightly futile and in vain, you had forgotten to consider the fact that during sleep, the body’s temperature was lowered even further to conserve energy; the reason why you slept under 3 comforters. You subconsciously curled up even tighter, the shivers starting to rack your petite and exhausted frame.


Peter walked in several minutes later, wearing his favorite pajama pants and a casual t-shirt, pulled rather tight over his biceps. He grabbed the remote and turned on one of your favorite TV shows. He turned to go grab something to eat when he heard you turning on the couch. Peter walked over to find your quaking state, and he quickly grabbed your favorite blanket from the table next to the couch. He flung it open, and placed it on you, tucking it gently under your sides so he wouldn’t wake you. You shivering subdued slightly, and Peter knelt by your side. Slowly he reached his hand out to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb across the smooth surface softly. He realized how stupid he was being, and went to pull away. Before he could, your head tilted into his touch, keeping his hand there. Your expression lightened in your sleep, and Peter looked at you sadly. You looked so, so peaceful like this, like the way you did before the fight. Peter’s brow furrowed at his remembered the fight, and the sadness that had replaced the light in your eyes since you had caught him and Liz. He looked at you, kicking himself mentally for the millionth time about Liz. Sure, he had had a crush on her for ages, but if he knew it would’ve hurt and affected you this much, he never would have done it. Knowing you were happy meant more to him than Liz ever would. Peter’s hand moved up to your damp hair, running his hands through it. Without thinking, he wished that he had made the decision to kiss you, not Liz. He froze, his eyes widening at his subconscious wish, and he realized that he had been denying it for a while now. Peter liked you, no, he loved you. He loved you, Y/N Y/L/N. A montage of all his treasured memories of you played through his mind, starting off with the day you two became friends, and then the time you had introduced him to the Avengers, then when you both scored top of the class in middle school, that time Steve had taught you guys to dance, and made you both practice in front of a camera. He had to lead, because your mind was a bit occupied, and you kept stepping on his toes. Finally, he remembered that time you had gone to Homecoming as friends, and you had looked absolutely beautiful in your blue lace dress that made your eyes pop, and how you had bit your lip painted with red lipstick at his gaze. And the same way that pretty face had broken when Peter had broken your heart. 

Peter covered his eyes with his hand, and stood up. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a carton of ice cream out of the freezer. 


Your neck and arms ached from the constant injections of mysterious liquids that made you shake with fear at things you couldn’t see. The four walls that contained you were familiar, the walls of your cell in the HYDRA base. The place you had been held after you had been captured during a reconnaissance mission. You had been paired with a SHIELD agent, more accurately a SHIELD mole that worked for HYDRA. You had been taking the lead, and he had caught you in the back of your head with a hit from his gun. They had carried you in here, and tried to replicate your powers. This was a different nightmare than your normal torture one, and it had haunted you since the fight. You heard voices shouting outside your cell, and Peter burst into the room, dressed in his Spider-Man suit. You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was here to save you. Without a word, Peter walked to the computer besides the table you were strapped to, and loaded some of the information onto a SHIELD hard-drive. He finished his work on the computer, and started to walk out of the cell again. You cried for help, trying to remind him that you were there. He peeked his head back in the door.

“Peter! Help me, my arms are strapped down!” You said, wondering why he had almost forgotten you. 

“I’m not here for you.” Peter said, no emotion in his voice whatsoever. 

“But, but I was k-kidnapped, and they’ve been experimenting with my powers. I need to get out of here. Peter, help me!” You pleaded, trying to strain against the bonds. 

“Why would I do that?” He asked.

“I’m your b-b-best friend. Peter, it’s me! It’s Y/N. Y-You love m-me.” You said, your heart beating fast as your confusion heightened. 

“I hate you.” He stated.

“Peter, no. Don’t do this, please.” A tear rolled down your cheek, and before you could say anything more, 2 soldiers grabbed Peter from behind, and pinned his arms to his side. You cried out to him, trying to warn him, but they carried him to a chair and tied his arms together. One of the soldiers came over to you, and adjusted the table so that you had a clear view of Peter. The other soldier got out a gun, and loaded it quickly. Your heart stopped as you watched the man point the firearm at Peter. You tried to look away, but the soldier next to you grabbed you jaw, and forced your gaze towards Peter again. 

“If you live, tell Liz I love her.” Peter said, his voice cracking with fear at the barrel pointed at his chest. You clenched your jaw, a dozen tears slipping down your face as you breathed in unevenly. You heard the gunshot ring through the room, and you watched Peter slump in his chair. You screamed, feeling your heart rip apart inside your chest. You heard someone calling your name, and you felt the soldier shaking your shoulders, trying to quiet your cries.


“Y/N! Y/N, wake up! Please wake up.” Peter’s voice pleaded with you as he tried to wake you up from your nightmare. You breathed in sharply as your eyes flew open. Your arms were shaking from the feeling of cold clothes covering you, and there were tears running relentlessly down your face. You looked into Peter’s face, and he looked into your scared eyes. He sat on the couch next to you, and you planted your face into his chest. He was shocked at your sudden contact, but his familiar arms soon closed around you, pulling you closer to him. “Hey, hey. Y/N. It’s okay, I’m here for you.” He said, running his hand up and down your back comfortingly. You continued to sob into his chest, trying to clear the image of Peter being shot from your mind.

“P-Peter.” You said, stuttering slightly as you looked up into his brown eyes that reminded you of home.

“Yeah, Y/N. It’s me.” He said, smiling at you softly. “I thought you stopped having nightmares.”

“I-I did. This w-was a different one.” You said, burying your face into his shoulder.

“Hey, look at me.” Peter said. You looked up at him again, and he brought one of his hands up to brush the hair out of your face. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to calm down as you searched his gaze, completely forgetting about the Liz thing as you got lost in his eyes. He leaned in slowly, and you closed your eyes, tilting your head up and then snapping it back. Everything from the last month came flooding back, you shuffled out of Peter’s arms, and pulled your knees up to your chest. Peter looked at you, and you averted your gaze, biting your lip.

“How long was I out?” You asked, not looking at him. 

“You fell asleep during the movie.” Peter said, trying to hide his disappointment. You shivered, and started rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and warm yourself up.

“Do you still have any of my pjs here?” You asked. You would always keep a spare outfit and pair of pajamas here in case of emergency.

“Course. They’re in my dresser.” Peter said, pushing himself off the couch, and offering you a hand. You took it timidly, and smiled at him quietly. He pulled the clothes out of his dresser, and handed them to you. You mumbled ‘thank you’, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind you. You peeled out of the damp clothes, and pulled the worn fabric on. You looked in the mirror, and cringed at your appearance. Your eyes were puffy, and the tip of your nose was pink. 

“And you wonder why he chose Liz.” You said to yourself. Little did you know, Peter was waiting outside the door, knowing that you talked to yourself frequently. You walked out, your hand trying to cover the bandage peeking through the tight shirt. Peter grabbed the bundle of the clothes and threw them onto his desk chair, pulling your hand away from your side.

“What’s that?” He said, his eyes voicing concern. Your shoulders rolled forward, and Peter saw the stress that May had been talking about.

“It’s nothing.” You lied, biting your lip. Peter crossed his arms over his chest, and your eyes searched his before you conceded. “I broke a rib. When I fell into that table, and it caused a blood build-up. It got worse because I didn’t have it checked out until today.” Peter’s eyes filled with guilt, and you looked at the ground, his constant gaze too much for you to bear. Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around you, and rested your head on Peter’s chest without looking up, trying to ignore the quick beating of you heart.

“I’m sorry. Gosh, I’m so sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault.” He whispered into your ear. You looked up at him.

“No, it’s my fault, Peter. I should’ve texted you or just… I shouldn’t have been mad about it. I mean, you do love her.” You said, watching his eyes flick between both of yours. His eyes filled with something that you couldn’t quite place.

“It is not your fault. And I don’t lo-”

“It’s okay, Peter. I get it. Honestly.” You said, wriggling out of his hold for the second time. Liz already hated you, why try to even fight for your side if you weren’t going to win? You slipped into the kitchen, and filled a glass with water, sipping from it to fill the dehydration caused by all the tears. You heard Peter walk in after you, but you didn’t turn around, worried that you’d start crying again.

“You kept saying my name. During your nightmare.” Peter said, getting some water too. You didn’t say anything, not knowing how to respond. “You kept begging me to help you.” You still didn’t respond, trying to get the image out of your mind. Peter came up to you, and for the third time, his held you to his chest, and you turned to look at him.

You told him all about the dream, too exhausted to come up with lies, and too hurt to leave out him talking about Liz. 

“You said ‘If you live, tell Liz I love her.’” You said quietly, pulling your arms up in front of you to put some distance between you and Peter. 

“I don’t love her.” Peter mumbled, and you looked at him, confused. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“No you don’t.” You said. You had been through too much heart break to accept that statement willingly, and Peter could sense it. 

“I broke up with Liz that day at school. Because I love you, and she was hurting you.” He said, looking at you earnestly. All your eyes showed was confusion, and Peter felt his heart break that he had hurt you this much that you had forgotten what love felt like. Peter leaned in again, but you were confused. He loves Liz, he hates you, and that’s what you were positive about. Until his lips touched yours. Something real and true connected you both, and you melted into Peter’s soft touch. Peter pulled you closer to him, picked you up, and placed you on the kitchen counter. You pulled away first, smiling. He looked at your happy expression, and saw the light that he loved enter your eyes for the first time in a month.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Peter said, and your laugh filled the kitchen, making Peter’s heart leap.

“But you hate me.” You said, doubt darkening your eyes again.

“But I love you.” Peter said,his nose touching yours. His touch sent the doubt away again, and you smiled. “Why did it take me three times to tell you that I love you for you to believe me?” He laughed, kissing your forehead.

“Three times a charm, I guess.” You grinned. Peter rolled his eyes at you, and you giggled. From that point on, you never had that nightmare again.

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For A Long Time Looking at Stars

Pairing: Shane x Farmer
Genre: romance, hurt/comfort, slow burn, angst
Rating: explicit 
Warnings: suicide, self-harm, alcoholism
Summary: Taking place in a realistic Stardew Valley universe (no magic), this is a long, serious fic about falling in love while dealing with the ups and downs of mental illness. 



It was the last one of the night – Shane Daniels was out of money.

He tilted his head back, draining the lukewarm dregs from the bottom of his glass. It clanged loudly when dropped to the sticky wood table and he glanced around to see if the noise had startled anyone – to his surprise the saloon was alive with chatter and laughter, as distant to Shane as he was to it.

Though it was spring in the valley the nights were still long and chill, and while he’d felt suffocated in the warm stuffy bar, the outside air bit with unexpected teeth. Tugging his hood higher around his neck he shoved his hands in his pockets and slouched away from the muffled laughter.

Those three beers at Gus’s hadn’t been nearly enough.

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Sterek AU — Cowboy!Derek  [ 1 / 3 ]
↳ in which Derek works at Stilinski’s ranch the summer Stiles returns from school

James Newton Howard - The Gravel Road

( this only happened because of this commission I made for literaryoblivion that made my bestie Ty‘s cowboy fetish resurface so I wrote him 5k whoops <3 )

Derek knows, the moment he enters the stables, what’s waiting for him there. Or rather: who.

He’s barely stepped in far enough to be out of sight from the house, where the ranch owner’s wife is still sipping her afternoon tea on the front porch, when a pair of hands grabs him by his belt loops and pull him into a shadowed corner. The reins that’s been slung over his shoulder are dropped to the floor with a dull thud against the concrete. Derek grunts a little when his back hits the wall, but there’s already a smile growing at the corner of his mouth as his gaze lands on his capturer.

Stiles; son of the man who hired Derek to work at his ranch. His beautiful face is lit up by that young and mischievous spark in his brown eyes, accompanied by the dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he takes one step back, never letting go of Derek’s belt.

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How Can You Swallow So Much Sleep?

Rating: T

Pairing: Farkle Minkus/Riley Matthews

Summary: It’s the first time that Farkle starts to question his scientific beliefs, because he swears there’s another Sun in the universe and right now, it’s in the middle of Greenwich Village, lying across his chest. // Or a few glimpses at Farkle and Riley, and how sometimes the best way to get through things is simply just by being together.

Word Count: 2072

A/N: Long time no see! I’ve been super consumed with school, the election, design, work, and various other things. It felt good to finally finish this piece. I started it in October when I was really having a difficult time and finally was able to finish it today.  Leave your thoughts here.

Warnings: Some hints of anxiety. 

It starts in her room at 1 am on a Thursday morning. The moon is full and its hanging low across the NYC skyline. He climbs up her fire escape and gently tugs up her window, climbing through. He knows it’s unsafe for her to leave her window unlocked, so he makes sure to lock it, before approaching the edge of her bed.

She’s usually a heavy sleeper, so that’s why he’s so surprised when her eyes flutter open. She blinks multiple times, before finally stretching and letting out a long yawn. She’s clutching her blanket close to her chest and he’s suddenly aware of the draft in her room. 

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Building Suspense at the Plot Level

Something important to remember about suspense is that it is part of how you tell a story, not the story itself. The basic facts of a tale don’t have to be altered at all in order to convey suspense; by simply changing the pacing and controlling which details are shared at which points, you’ll be able to keep readers at the edge of their seats.

Consider, for example, this storyline:

Our character, Brenda, is having a birthday party. She sits down at the table, after having eaten cake and ice cream, and is given a present. She opens it to discover that her cat is inside, dead of a broken neck.

This is pretty shocking already. But it’s not suspenseful – not yet, anyway.

So how do we make it suspenseful?

Well, first, we have to establish that Brenda has a cat, and that it’s gone missing. We don’t want to make this fact super obvious, because then the reveal won’t pack as much punch. So we introduce the idea right out the gate, and provide an explanation for it: Brenda hasn’t seen her cat all day because there are a lot of people gathered for the party, and the cat is shy. It’s probably hiding under a bed somewhere. Brenda honestly wishes she could do the same thing, because she didn’t even really want to have a big party this year, but it’s tradition.

So why doesn’t she want to have a big party this year? Well, maybe because her best friend, Becky, is no longer her best friend. She couldn’t dis-invite her without it being a huge thing, but they’re not on good terms anymore because Becky saw Brenda totally making out with her boyfriend. Except if Becky had just waited to hear an explanation, Brenda could have explained that she and the boyfriend – we’ll call him Tyler, why not – were rehearsing their parts in a school play, and the kiss was totally staged and meant nothing. But Becky didn’t listen to any of that because she is such a selfish bitch, and now here we are.

All of that? It serves a couple purposes: One, it provides an immediate distraction from the missing cat, which allows us to establish it as fact without letting the reader think it’s a particularly big deal. Two, it gives us a better insight into Brenda’s character. She’s more three-dimensional, now, and the reader can really feel for her. Who hasn’t lost a friend over some stupid petty nonsense like that? It also introduces some potential conflict. Becky’s here at the party, so what’s going to happen? Is there going to be a big scene? Are they going to fight? The reader is suddenly thinking ahead to possible outcomes of this scenario, which is going to heighten their anticipation.

So now we drop another hint. Maybe Becky is acting weird. She’s pretending like that whole Tyler thing never even happened. She’s sitting at the table with all of the presents, acting almost defensive of them, and Brenda’s wondering wtf her deal is. Is she going to try to steal her crap? Is she going to try to break something? Why does she keep smiling like that? Ugh seriously Becky what is your problem? By this point, the reader has got to be seriously wondering about that, too. It’s obvious that Becky’s got something going on, so what is it? And why is she wearing that long-sleeve sweater outside in the middle of summer, anyway? Isn’t that really hot? What is she trying to cover up? Were those marks on her arms….scratches?

Now, we prepare for the pay-off. It’s time for presents, and Becky is in a hurry to be sure Brenda opens her gift first. It’s a weirdly big box, the biggest box on the table, and it feels weird, like the weight hasn’t been distributed through it very well. Brenda gives it a little shake, and feels something kind of…sliding around in there. Something heavy.

By this point, the astute reader might be starting to put two and two together, even before poor Brenda has figured out what’s going on. And so she goes to open the gift, and we’re not told immediately what’s inside. We see, instead, her expression – first shock, confusion, then disgust and grief or anger or fear. We see her drop the box, which falls over on its side, and something dark spills out from the inside, flopping over onto the table, and the person it lands next to screams.

And then, and only then, do we actually see what it is: the crumpled body of the dead cat, its head twisted all the way around, its eyes all glazed over.

And in the chaos that ensues, the only person remaining calm is Becky, who just leans back in her chair and smiles, looking totally satisfied with what she’s done. And…what was that flash of silver in her hand? What is she carrying in the pocket of her hoodie, anyway?

And that, kids, is how you build suspense at the plot level. More or less.

Dean/Cas: Looks Like Home

The five people Dean dates in college. 1.8K.

Contrary to first impressions, Dean Winchester is not a player.

Sure, he used to love ‘em and leave ‘em (one at a time, of course; he isn’t amoral), but after Lisa Braeden broke his heart by dumping him days before their prom, citing his lack of emotional investment and “pushing it all down for the sake of machismo,” Dean swore he’d turn a new leaf and ditch his antics come freshman fall. He didn’t lose his penchant for flirting, though he managed to curb his commitment-phobia, and, over the course of the next four years, he learns a thing or two about dating in college.

1. The Freshman Floormate

Dean met Cassie on move-in day while walking down the hallway with an armful of boxes. It was almost clichéd how she took his breath away, all infectious laughter and big brown eyes. They sat together at the welcome dinner, were together less than a week later, working through the 101 Things To Do Before You Graduate list with a determination fit for the Olympics. Perhaps if they had met at a different time, spring semester or sophomore year, maybe their excitement about each other wouldn’t have petered out with the novelty of college. But they met new friends and joined new circles that didn’t necessarily get along, and Dean spent his freshman Valentine’s Day splitting a family size Hershey’s bar with his roommate.

2. The T.A.

In hindsight, he’d cringe at the fact that he used “You followin’ me?” as a pick-up line, but the flustered stare he received had been worth it, though it quickly evolved into an exasperated eye roll.

“I’m your T.A.,” Aaron said with a sigh. “We only see each other in lab, remember?”

Dean merely grinned, shaking his head. “Except I also saw you back at the quad.”

“Yeah, along with fifty other students,” Aaron laughed, stacking their labs into a neat little pile.

“Aw, come on,” Dean leaned on the doorjamb. “You’ve gotta admit we had a moment.”

“A moment of frustration,” corrected Aaron, “because your work is great but your penmanship’s awful.”

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Originally posted by cikolatalicikolata

Requested by anonymous:

“Can you do an imagine where you’re dating Liam Dunbar and other plays on the lacrosse team flirt with you and stuff so Liam gets all jealous but you reassure him by making out and with fluff at the end? :))”

Warnings: Swearing

Note: I just made random names up for the guys 

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon, the bell signalling the end of last period had just rung and you battled past the seemingly never ending stream of students desperate to escape the confinements of Beacon Hills High. You had collected everything from your locker and headed towards the main gate to meet Lydia.

Every Tuesday the Beacon Hills lacrosse team practiced in the afternoon on the field and you would go watch with at least one of the other girls in the pack. Sometimes it would be all four of you, sometimes three and sometimes just two. You had never missed a practice this whole year, considering you were dating Liam Dunbar.

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Paid to be Popular ~ Pt. 11

Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

Requested: based on this request

Pairing: you can tell me who you’re rooting for here

Description:  When Calum, Michael, and Ashton are offered 5000$ to get the nerdy Luke to be popular, there was no way to deny. And who knows, maybe one of them will mingle with the gorgeous Y/N?


“You kissed Luke?” Michael exclaimed and you kicked him under the table to lower his voice. “That’s insane!”

You nodded and glanced towards the table Luke was sitting at. The ‘Popular’ Table. Calum was throwing a grape in a cheerleaders face, Ashton was yelling blurs of nothing and Luke was contributing to the hype around the table. You had pulled Michael out of there, away from the table and dragged him to an empty one. You knew he was ready to talk, ready to give you advice.

“What you gonna do?” He questioned, popping three French fries in his mouth.

“I don’t know.” You whispered, almost unsure if he could even hear you because of the loud atmosphere in the canteen. “Go home and cry, I guess.”

“So you don’t like Luke at all?” You rolled your eyes at Michael question. Why was he asking so much?

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literally all of this is @killianswench‘s fault. this is the longest one shot I’ve ever written (almost 12k, dear God, how) and I had such a fun time doing it. massive love to my cupcake @high-seas-swan for saving this from becoming a Hot Mess. 
modern lt. duckling based off of this perfect graphic.

worth the risk, worth the guarantee.
ao3 | ff

“How many of these do you even have?” Emma asks, poking at the side of his combat boot with the toe of her Converse.

He doesn’t need to see her to know she’s smirking. He doesn’t even need to take his eyes off the fretboard to shift his legs so that he’s managed to trap her foot in between the two of his own. She makes a small sound of annoyance but it’s all he gets in retaliation and he quietly thanks any deity listening that she’s in a good mood today. He doesn’t think he can handle more bruises on his legs, if he’s honest.

“You very well know I only own one pair, Swan.”

“How do they always look so clean?”

He glances up at her shoes, the sides of which are dirt ridden, a stain on the shoelace which could be from the ketchup she spilled on the floor two weeks ago. “I clean them,” he gives her a pointed look before adding, “unlike some people.”

He’s known Emma for the better part of his life. (And really, it’s been better because she’s been in it, as cheesy as that makes him sound.) They’d moved to Storybrooke in early October, four suitcases between his mom, Liam and him. He didn’t understand much of it at the time, but they told him it was for the best, that they were going to make a new life here. Emma had been his first - and for a long time, his only - friend in school, had for some reason chosen him to spend her days with and been practically glued to his side since. Not that he’s complaining. When you’re five years old and a cute blonde in pigtails holds your hand to tug you to the slide, it’s not something you fuss about.

And when said cute blonde turns out to be a spitfire of a teenager who’s one of the most important people in your life, that’s when you start believing in miracles.

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7th Grade: A Stalker Weeb Story

(Names have been changed)

Seventh grade is a dark time for everyone.

My friend Katie and I were pretty big weebs back then, constantly seeking other people who had a deep love for anime. Little did we know, out there, in our school, there was someone who could out-weeb us.

It first began in math class, when our teacher announced that a student that had been sick for a while was going to be returning to school. This student, was Daniel, as I will call him. Katie and I had known him only through the rumors of others. Apparently, he had some sort of immune disorder, causing him to be hospitalized frequently and miss quite a bit of school. People often described him as “quirky”, “different”, and “nice, but weird.” As weebs ourselves, we knew these terms well. These were terms other people would refer to us by. We named him as sort of a “contender” for possibly liking anime, and decided to invite him to our group when he returned.

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Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader; Not in the Least – Part I


First of all: A huge thanks to Lyn for going over the story, even though she was super busy herself!!

Part I

“Ready to head home, little lamb?”

You almost drop your phone when a voice sounds so close to your ear you can feel the culprit’s breath tickle the sensitive skin there. Instinctively, you take a step back while you press the phone against your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart pounding all the way up into your throat.

The person in front of you chuckles lightly as he closes the distance between you two, his lips sporting a wide grin and his eyes shining with amusement. He puts a hand to the small of your back and gives you a gentle push forward, not bothered in the least that you haven’t even answered his question yet.

When you finally regain your composure, you shove his hand, which is still ghosting over your lower back, away and throw him a dark look. He returns it with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

You still can’t believe you hadn’t heard Kuroo approach, and it somehow…frightens you. Frightens and angers you. By now, you should know better than to let down your guard when he’s around. So when you open your mouth, the words that escape you sound harsher than intended.

“You don’t have to walk me home all the time. I’m a big girl. And I told you to drop that silly nickname!”

Despite your fervent wish not to, your cheeks heat up immediately. You feel his curious gaze on you, but keep your eyes averted.

“Hmm? It’s impossible let you walk home all alone in the dark. There are a lot of wolves lurking in the shadows, just waiting for a lamb like you to cross their path~” He says, ending his sentence on another chuckle. This time it sounds darker, almost predatory.

You feel the blush on your cheeks darken, but at the same time, a cold shiver runs down your spine. When you peek over at him, a matching grin has taken over his face that only widens when he catches you staring at him. Quickly, you look away again, fixing your gaze on the ground in front of you. Once more, your heart starts beating fiercely. This time for completely different reasons.

Just how did you get into this mess?

Oh right. It had been your own damn fault.


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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow Part 4

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

Series Summary: With a broken leg, the reader’s parents decide to leave her in the trusting care of Bobby Singer. What happens when she meets the Winchesters, in particular Dean Winchester. Will something blossom between the two of them, and if it does will it be a Summer fling or something deeper?

Part Summary: A date with Dean Winchester was not in your plans, but it turned out to be exactly what you needed. 

Characters: Teen! Dean Winchester X Teen! Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1660

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Teach Me How to Feel - CH 1 (Biadore) - Pide

AN: hi there, my name’s pide and I’m a sucker for teacher/student fics. I saw people talking about a biadore teacher/student fic and I was immediately wanting to write one, so here’s a chapter to get things started! I hope that you all enjoy it, sorry there isn’t much interaction between Adore and Bianca in this, I hope to update again really soon! 

this is also my first fic for this fandom, so I tried to make things as in character as I could, even though they’re out of drag!

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