I’ve got a pretty cool AU/ Theory for Anti that goes along with this piece! Very proud of both, haha. Basically (and very shortly told); In my AU Jack is hallucinating himself being controlled by something and uses the ‘Anti’ persona as an excuse, to kind of blame someone for what bad stuff his mind is coming up with. Murder and all. At some point, I imagined what his head/ his dreams would look like in that scenario and - tada! This is what happened. :D
Obviously the theory is just a little plot idea I had. I know Jack is not actually a lunatic who goes on murder sprees, oml. I was just like; what if he really doesn’t want to believe that he could potentially become a murderer? Or maybe doesn’t want to believe that he already is one? And THEN blames a non existent character for the bad stuff he does? Craziness, haha! Gotta love them psycho-thrillers, amirite?
The theory isn’t meant to offend Jack or anyone else in any way! I hope you like it, though. I might draw some more stuff about it in the future. C:
Thanks to @therealjacksepticeye and @pixlpit for sTILL MOTIVATING AND INSPIRING ME SO MUCH URGH! I can’t wait for the amazing stuff those two will come up with in the following months! :D
Now I will go and get me a salad. A nice salad and some ice coffee. Nom.
Note; please don’t repost/ reupload my art! C:
Also, I suggest y’all go listen to ‘MISSIO’! Amazing musicians, way too underrated! I listened to them a lot while drawing this and bOI it is good!
request: Hello! I was hoping you could do
a Jughead imagine where him and the reader are pre-relationship and the reader
confesses their love almost every day but Jug is too caught up in his writing
to notice? (Bonus if the other parts of the CoreFour are involved). Thanks!
Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader
Description: Everyday (Y/N)
confesses her feelings for Jughead but they’re never heard
Warnings: one swear word
Word count: 1,201
A/N: ahh everyone thank you so much for all the kind
responses to my first imagine!! hope you enjoy!
We sat in our usual booth at Pop’s: him
feverishly writing his story and me staring at him as smitten as can be.
“Jughead?” I asked, glancing at the raven-haired
boy sitting across from me.
“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes remaining glued to the
“I just… I wanted to,” I paused for a moment,
taking a deep breath in. “I know we’ve
been friends for a while and that’s great, I love being your friend, but
sometimes I just think that… I don’t know, sometimes I want to be more.” He remained quiet, so I continued, “And if
you don’t feel the same that’s okay, I don’t want anything to ruin our
friendship.” I let out a big sigh and
looked up at Jughead. He was still
staring at his laptop. “Jughead!” I
exclaimed, causing him to jump slightly.
“What?” he asked.
My eyes widened.
“Did you not hear anything I just said?” I
inquired. Jughead’s eyebrows rose and he
bit his lip, breaking eye contact with me.
“I’m sorry, I was just really invested in my
story,” he apologized. I sighed and
shrugged, standing up.
“It’s fine, Jug, it wasn’t anything important,” I
assured him, grabbing my bag. “I’m gonna
head home, I have to work on my homework.”
He nodded and waved as I turned around and exited Pop’s. “Oh god,” I muttered under my breath as I
walked home, rubbing my temples.
Two days later, I found myself in the same
position: Jughead furiously typing and me preparing to confess my feelings.
“Jughead, I need to talk to you,” I said, more
demandingly than last time. Jughead
looked up from his laptop and nodded.
“Go ahead,” he said, then looked back down at his
“I-” Before I could start, Betty approached our
“Hey guys!” she greeted. I smiled, whereas Jughead kept his head
down. “Could I sit here with you guys?”
“Uh, yeah, of course,” I replied, scooching over
so she could sit next to me. She smiled
gratefully as she slid into the booth.
“Thanks, (Y/N). So what were you guys talking about before I
interrupted?” I bit my lip. Betty knew about my big crush on Jughead, all
of our friends knew. I glanced at her
and she nodded, understanding what I was trying to do. “Do you want me to leave?” she
whispered. I shook my head.
“No, no, you can stay.
Please, actually, I need the moral support.” She nodded and sat back in the booth. I sucked in a deep breath and started over, “So,
Jughead, as I was trying to say before, we’ve been friends for so long. But I like you. I’ve liked you for a while, and I even tried
to tell you a few days ago but you didn’t hear me. I just needed to tell you, and if you don’t
feel the same that’s fine. Just, please,
I want to at least stay friends with you no matter what.” Betty looked at me with a proud smile, subtly
sending me a thumbs up. Smiling back at
her, I turned to face Jughead.
“Jughead?” Betty asked, glancing between me and him. “Did you just hear what (Y/N) said?”
“Huh?” Jughead breathed, looking between me and Betty. “Betty, when’d you join us?” Betty and I exchanged a shocked glance, our eyes
wide and mouths agape. “What?”
“I’ve been here for five minutes,” Betty said, her voice
sharp. “Did you not hear anything (Y/N)
or I said?”
“Oh,” Jughead sighed.
“I did it again. I’m sorry, (Y/N). What were you trying to say?”
Betty started, “She was trying to tell you that she-”
“Has cheerleading practice tomorrow,” I interrupted
Betty. “I have cheerleading practice
tomorrow, and it’s gonna go pretty late, so I can’t meet you here tomorrow.” Betty cast me a disapproving glare, but
softened when I looked at her sadly.
Jughead, although usually clever and observant, did not notice this
“Okay,” he said, “that’s fine. You’ll still meet me here on Saturday though,
right?” I bit my lip, contemplating
making up an excuse. Quickly, I looked
to Betty for approval. She subtly
“Yeah of course,” I agreed cheerily. “Saturday.”
Jughead smiled and nodded. I
stood up and Betty followed suit, and we both exited the diner. Once we got outside, Betty stopped and turned
to look at me.
“What was that?” she whisper-yelled.
“I don’t know,” I groaned.
“It happened on Tuesday, too. He
never seems to hear me.”
“But you’re gonna try again, though,” she said. “Right?”
“I- I don’t know,” I sighed, and began walking. Betty followed suit. “I guess I’ll try again, but I don’t know,
maybe it’s not meant to be.”
“Not meant to be?” Betty repeated. “(Y/N), you and Jughead are, as Kevin likes
to say, endgame!” I laughed at the
terminology and shrugged, unable to think of a reply. “Please try, at least one more time.”
I assured her, “I’ll try.”
Two weeks later, I stood at my locker with Veronica and
Betty. Angrily, I slammed my locker
closed and then leaned up against it.
“It’s pointless!” I groaned, lightly banging my head against
the locker. “For two weeks I’ve tried,
two whole weeks! Every day, I go into
Pop’s and tell myself, ‘This is the day.’
Then I sit with him, build up the courage, and I tell him. And every day, he doesn’t hear me. Every fucking day!” Veronica and Betty both shook their heads.
“I can’t believe him,” Veronica seethed. “That’s ridiculous, he has to have heard you
at least once. He’s not deaf.” Betty nodded in agreement.
“Just try talking to him without his laptop,” Betty
suggested. “Make sure that he has no
distractions, just you and him.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“I’ll definitely do that tonight at Pop’s.”
“Why do it tonight,” Veronica drawled, looking past me, “when
you can do it now?” I turned around to
see Jughead down the hallway.
“Oh no,” I whined. “Not
now, not here.”
Ignoring my objections, Veronica called out, “Jughead!” He looked at us and nodded, walking over to
where we stood.
“Hey,” he greeted, leaning against the lockers next to me.
“Hi,” I smiled, twiddling with my fingers. Betty and Veronica exchanged smirks and edged
away from us, still remaining within earshot.
“Listen, I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while and-”
“I know,” Jughead interrupted me. “And I never hear you. I know, I’m sorry.” I nodded, licking my lips.
“Yeah, it’s okay, I just feel like I should tell you now,
while I know I have your attention.”
Jughead laughed lightly. “I… I
like you, Jughead. More than friends.” Jughead’s eyes widened and I stopped. Every time he remained quiet at Pop’s I kept
going, but now I stopped, not knowing how to continue.
“You like me?” he asked.
“And you’ve been trying to tell me for two weeks?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. He
rubbed his face.
“Jesus,” he sighed. “I’m
“No, you’re not,” I told him. “I just- if you don’t feel the same way it’s
fine, but please don’t let this ruin our friendship. I couldn’t live with myself if-”
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“That sweater is new,” Kevin comments as he seats himself in the beanbag next to Andrew’s, passing over a mug of coffee as he does so. It’s a small, meaningless comment - the kind of small talk they both collectively despise - but it’s something, and since the death of Riko, Kevin’s found that there are not really any other threads connecting the two of them. Silence has panned out between them for weeks. He tells himself he’s irritated by it because it’s bad for the team’s dynamics - a rapport with your teammates is essential for a successful team. He won’t admit that Andrew is probably the closest thing to a friend Kevin has around here, except for maybe Neil.
He doesn’t expect his comment to be dignified with a response; he knows Andrew well enough to know to expect perhaps a nod of acknowledgement, or a stony look his way, questioning and judging his observation. Nevertheless, the silence makes him ever-so-slightly self-conscious, so as his eyes catch the way the sleeves fall over Andrew’s hands, he tacks on a lousy “–and too big for you.”
Andrew Minyard has always been best at defying expectations.
“It’s not mine,” he responds coolly, devoid of emotion or even acknowledgment, eyes still trained on the contents of his mug as he mutters, as though talking to no one.
It’s an easy enough admittance, casual and shameless, yet it still manages to leave Kevin embarrassingly taken aback. He knows, realistically, that he probably has the best insight into the relationship between Andrew and Neil than any other outsider, however he’s still never quite got it. The logical part of his brain tells him it shouldn’t work - two people both so shattered and fiery, like shards of broken glass, in such close proximity can only end in further shattering, as far as he’s aware. And flames. It’s concerning, something with so much power, with so many sparks - just one wrong move could become a savage wildfire that burns his team down to nothing more than ashes. It’s risky and dangerous and stupid and he hates it, is terrified of it, but this admittance that comes so easily changes something in him.
Because something about the idea of Andrew Minyard curled into a beanbag with a cup of coffee and his boyfriend ’s (and isn’t that in itself another unexpected and ever-so-slightly strange thing to wrap his head around) sweater on feels less like untamed sparks and more like a candle light. And that’s much more soothing than terrifying, even if it is still a little strange to him.
Perhaps trying to understand this would be a good idea, he concludes. So he asks “When did all this start for you anyway?” waving a hand conspiratorially to punctuate the question. And this time he’s almost convinced he’ll be ignored, or delivered a vague, meaningless answer as a result of the unspecific question, but the furrow of Andrew’s brow as he lifts his gaze up to Kevin’s tells him otherwise. It’s a strange, uncharted territory.
“You liked him before then,” Kevin suddenly finds himself accusing before he can stop himself, still processing this new information, whilst considering every sign he could remember, the most poignant being the way Andrew did things for nobody but Neil. Could only have his arm twisted by Neil. Had always drifted towards Neil, had never raised a knife to Neil, had always been straight with admittances to Neil; Neil, Neil, Neil was the exception to every rule of the Andrew Minyard handbook, the one Kevin had studied meticulously and still never found a loophole in. He finds himself itching to know more.
“I hate him.” Andrew deadpans, a reflex at this point, and if Kevin was anyone else, he’d have furrowed his brow, wrinkled up his nose, frowned and found himself reprimanding Andrew, but he’s not anyone else, so he smirks instead, because he thinks he’s finally starting to understand how Andrew works, and this kind of understanding is as scintillating as it is spine-chilling, like watching a horror film, driving past a car crash or finding a spider in your room - the kind of fear that keeps you captivated, unable to tear your eyes away from it even when you know it’s awful, and you shouldn’t, and if this is what Andrew feels around Neil, no wonder he hates him. Andrew has never enjoyed feeling, as far as Kevin knows, and something so intense and contradictory, something that can’t be calculated and analysed can only be devastating.
The words “I know,” feel foreign and awkward on his tongue, his body tense as they slip out and it all multiplies when Andrew’s blank stare shifts from the mug he warms his hands on to Kevin’s face. “Why him?” he eggs on, trying to coax something out of Andrew, whether it be more answers and information, something to help him understand, or just a reaction, something to put the world back in order and dissolve the itchy curiosity and mere residue of fear that has settled on his skin.
Andrew ignores it entirely. “You’ve reached your daily quota of questions you can ask me for free.” He pauses, as though considering something for a moment, before finally deciding against whatever it is and dismissing Kevin with a curt “You can go now.”
The next time Kevin sees Andrew, it’s because he’s paused the exy game on his laptop and emerged from his room for the first time in hours after smelling something divine. He is greeted with the sight of an unholy amount of Indian food scattered across the table, and isn’t sure whether he wants to kiss Andrew (if he was not in a relationship, if Andrew was not in a relationship, if either of them were in any way attracted to each other and if he had a death wish - none of which are even remotely true) or kill him, because really , this is not how future professional athletes should eat, but he can hear Jean’s voice in his head telling him to relax, to loosen the tight leash of control he has over his life in order for total success, thus he reluctantly picks up the spare fork left on the side and a tub of something orange, before sitting on the other end of
the sofa to Andrew.
“Nicky and Aaron will be here soon,” Andrew states at the exact same time that Kevin asks “Where’s Neil?”, changing his course of action to start Kevin down instead.
There’s a handful of new mottled bruises adorning his face from who knows where, and a nasty looking cut beneath his eye that he’s certain Aaron will fuss over later, much to Andrew’s dismay, and for a moment he considers asking if he’s okay, before swiftly realising what a stupid idea that is and dismissing it completely as Andrew opens his mouth again.
“I’m not his keeper.”
“I know.” Again. Andrew sighs.
“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it.
“Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?”
It’s a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.”
“It’s my turn.” His gaze shoots skywards, face contorting in mock-thought. “Why are you so interested?”
He rolls his eyes. “Do I have to spell it out?” is punctuated with a sigh. “Me and Neil.”
“I don’t understand it,” is all Kevin replies, because, really, he’s not all too sure.
“Any of it. It’s a lot to process.” Andrew nods as Kevin finishes, despite the answer being indisputably lame.
“It’s your turn.”
“Why him?” falls out of Kevin’s mouth again like a reflex. He watches as Andrew’s blank expression twitches and his eyes shut for a second in something akin to stoicism.
“He’s interesting.” Kevin knows how much that means from a perpetually bored man.
“He’s kind of messed up,” he replies hesitantly, though there’s really no “kind of,” - there’s not doubt that Neil’s messed up - and he isn’t sure whether his words are a challenge or a disagreement.
There’s something almost wistful in Andrew’s eyes. “Exactly.”
Kevin gets that, too. The reason things have always worked with Thea, even when others told him, told both of them , that they shouldn’t, is because she always got it. She knew what it was like to be a Raven, she knew the complicated relationship he had with Riko and the Moriyamas, she never judged, never told him his reactions were gratuitous or invalid, she just understood .
Understanding, true understanding, is unparalleled in rarity, and perhaps the most coveted trait of all.
“Why alcohol?” interrupts Kevin from his thoughts, and it takes him a moment longer than it should to process that it’s Andrew’s turn again.
“What?” Kevin asks, wrinkling up his face.
“You could have any coping mechanism you wanted: drugs, self-harm, running yourself to the bone, food addiction, therapy, adult colouring books…” he lists off, his eyes infinitesimally lighter than usual, and Kevin resists the urge to roll his eyes, because of course the only person who can amuse Andrew Minyard is Andrew Minyard. “Why alcohol?” he repeats.
“It’s the only thing that can make me forget.”
“There are drugs that could do that much easier,” Andrew replies, but there are lines in his forehead as he tacks on “probably.”
“After Seth and Aaron,” Kevin responds cautiously, “and you – cracker dust is the worst I swore I’d ever do. And that–” he pauses again, mind casting him back to nights at Eden, panic attacks in toilet stalls and the burn in his throat that leaves his brain null and void of all things Evermore. “–It’s not enough on its own.”
“It’s weak. And unhealthy.”
“I know.” He replies, and there’s something cold and cumbersome building up at the pit of his stomach as the topic is stretched out like an elastic band, millimetres away from snapping or closing back in on itself, so he tries his hardest not to trip over words as they stumble out of his mouth. “It’s my turn again. How does it work - you and him - after everything? Your past. How do you–”
“No.” Andrew cuts him off, fists clenching tighter around the cutlery in his hands. “You don’t get to ask that. Something else.”
Kevin doesn’t say sorry, but his face does, even if there’s something about pulling a reaction out of Andrew that sets his nerves on fire. “What are you scared of?”
Andrew blinks at him once, empty composure regained. “Heights.”
Kevin’s face wrinkles up. How can a man who has spent so long mocking Kevin for his fears of the Moriyamas, of the Ravens, of death , be afraid of something so trivial, something that is a fear of death, in a way, in itself. “I thought you said you weren’t afraid of death.”
“I’m not.” Andrew replies, a hint of a sneer on his face as he adds “And I hate that word.”
“Afraid?” Kevin asks, shrugging when Andrew nods. “If you’re not afraid of death, what is it about heights that you’re scared of?”
“Falling.” Andrew replies hollowly, and Kevin’s about to ask more, about to ask about how he can go to a rooftop so often with Neil - does Neil know? - when the conversation is interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock, and the two boys shift around just in time to watch a drenched Neil, looking like he’s just taken a fully-clothed shower, stumble through the door, flanked by Dan and Allison, both also varying levels of waterlogged.
As the girls immediately make their way over to the excess of food lying on the table, eyes wide and begging Andrew and Kevin to let them have some, Neil slides effortlessly into the space between them and turns to Andrew, who tentatively reaches out towards him and ruffles a hand through his hair, watching as Neil slides his soiled jacket off and finally wiping his now wet hand on Neil’s shirt to dry it.
The sides of Neil’s mouth twitch and Kevin battles with the urge to turn away, to leave.
“There’s enough food there to feed a small army,” Neil mutters, low enough that the words were really meant only for Andrew, and softer than Kevin’s ever heard. It’s more than slightly disconcerting.
“You’re a small army,” Andrew retorts, only Neil must be hearing something else completely in that, because next thing he knows, Neil’s turned around to face the girls who are still fawning over the makeshift banquet.
“Invite the rest of the team and you can help yourselves,” he states, watching with eyes showing something reminiscent of fondness as Allison immediately pulls her phone out and Dan digs through their drawers for extra cutlery.
Neil turns back to Andrew, the ghost of a smile hanging from his mouth fading after a second, face wrinkling up.
“Isn’t that sweater mine?”
Kevin’s mind may say “Disgusting,” but he can feel the sides of his mouth quirk upwards as he finds Andrew’s face encrusted with crumbs of fear like he’s tumbling, freefalling, into an abyss.
NOTE: Thanks for the good feed back, guys! So here comes part 2, unfortunately I’m stupid and in the middle of writing I realised I wrote this one in first person. Anyway, tell me which person do you prefer (I can try the third next time lol). This one is bit longer than the previous one, I hope you’ll like it xx
I spent most of the Saturday with Sheri so I didn’t have much time to
think about the hot tub thing, but Sunday… Most of the day I sat at my
room, reading book, even though better word would be holding. I stared
at one page for an hour and haven’t read a single word.
Was I too hard on him? I mean, I joked around and made innuendos with
all the jocks all the time, including Monty, but leaving him like that
in the hot tub is something on a whole new level. Whatever, he started it and he deserved it. But memories of his lips and if his hands on my body still gave me chills. Fuck you, Montgomery, I whispered.
Next day at school wasn’t anything special until I came to the chemistry lesson, a little bit late.
“Please, take a sit, Ms. Y/L.N”, teacher barely even looked at me.
I looked around the classroom and spotted last empty chair. Next to Montgomery.
“You gotta be kidding me”, I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey, you”, I sat on my chair.
“Hey”, he kinda acted normal, kinda stared at me.
“How was the rest of the party, huh? You smoked some weed, play some
video games?”, why am I like this, why did I even started this topic.
“I had to jack off in the hot tub. Because of you”, he whispered through his clenched teeth.
“Ew, does Bryce know about it?”, I prayed for him to shut up, afraid
that someone would hear something and honestly, I couldn’t imagine
anything some embarassing than people finding out that two of us made
“You will regret it.”
“Yeah, right”, I snorted.
His hand went behind me and his fingers started running along my spine.
I tensed up trying not to show that it had an effect on me.
“Okay class”, teacher finally started lesson, “most of this semester,
you’ll work in pairs, so look at your neighbour and say Hi to your new
I slowly turned my head to look at Montgomery, now disgusted even more then when he mentioned jacking off in the hot tub.
“What did you get in chemistry last semester?”, I asked.
“What do I need to play in the team?”
“C average or above”, everyone in sports teams said it like a mantra, it
was literally the only condition, that has to be fulfilled to be in the
team. “So it was C?”, I guessed.
“Well, yeah, what did you get?”
“A”, I sighed knowing all the work would be on me this semester.
Next day I was in cafeteria, waiting in the line to get my food, wearing my cheerleader suit.
“You’re looking good, you know?”, I heard annoying voice behind me.
“Why don’t you just get ‘lookin’ good’ tattoed on your face?”, I
answered bored. “Besides, you have seen me in cheerleader suit a
“Yeah, but last Friday I took a good look at you in bathing suit…”
“No way”, I interrupted him with sarcastic tone.
“… And now I know what’s under it”, he continued.
“What has gotten into you today?”, I asked, little bit shocked with his dirty talk.
“I told you, you will regret”, he whispered.
“So you gonna sexually harrass me for the rest of my life?”, I turned around to look at him and saw Clay Jensen coming up.
“Hey, Jensen”, I said bit louder so he could hear.
He waved at me and smiled.
“Did you talk to Jeff?”, I asked. “US history and English will be kicking his ass once again.”
“Yeah, I spoke to him and yeah I will tutor him”, he said as he walked by.
“Thank you”, I gave him a high five. “You’re da best.”
“Real MVP!”, you shouted and he laugh.
I finally got my food, grabbed the tray and went to the table not waiting for Monty.
I barely sat went Jessica came over with a smile on her face.
“Okay, bitches, party at my place, Friday, 7pm”, she said, punched my arm and went.
“Seriously, you have to stop doing it! Where are you going?”, I shouted.
“To spread the news!”
Friday came up and I really didn’t feel like coming. Again.
“You always complain, but still come go the party and have a great
time”, Jess said when we were walking home from school. “So stop making
up excuses, or I swear I’ll slap you.”
“You can’t fight with an argument like this, I guess”, I sighed.
My parents didn’t have anything against the party, they didn’t put much
interest in me as long as my grades were good and I was in cheerleaders
I showed up at Jessica’s at 7, and was one of the firsts, because 7
really mean 9, but it was okay. My plan was to get buzzed (and I really
wanted to get drunk that night) before party starts for good and to
avoid Montgomery. Good thing was that after Tuesday talk in cafeteria he
kinda stopped annoying me.
By 10 pm I was properly drunk, so when Justin asked if I want to play
spin the bottle with him and few other people of course I was like “Duh,
fuck yeah”. I sat the floor between Sheri and Zach.
“Hey, Monty, you play?”, Zach asked and moved slightly making place for Montgomery to sit between us.
It didn’t really bothered me, because last three days he had been acting
normal, so I thought he finally accepted the fact he got played.
After few spins bottle pointed at me, I leaned towards Troy and gave him
a quick kiss. I spinned the bottle and it pointed Monty. With poker I
turned to him and kissed him as quickly as I did with Troy. He spinned
and it pointed on me again.
“Seriously?!”, I sighed.
He quickly wrapped his arm around my neck, turned us, so people couldn’t
really see our faces and kissed me stucking his tongue in my mouth. It
lasted way too long than typical kiss in the game.
“At least first bring her a drink, Montgomery”, Justin said and threw chips in our direction.
“Easy, hot head”, I mumbled as I moved away without looking at his face.
Few minutes later game was over, mostly because Jessica and Justin
turned it into make out session. I got up and went to the kitchen, to
make myself another drink and grab something to eat.
One minute later I felt someone smacked my ass.
“Did you just…”, I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?”
“Maybe, but somehow I think you you’re into it and you like what is
going on between us”, he took a sip of my drink without asking.
“Oh my God, you’re also fucking ridiculous”, I said with my eyes wide
open. “I’m too sober for that shit”, I drank whole drink at once.
“You swallow fast”, he said with cocky smirk on his face.
“One more word and I’ll throw up at you, I swear”.
“Yo, Y/N”, I heard Jeff calling my name. “Wanna go for a beer run with me?”
“With pleasure”, I answered and run to him without even looking and Monty.
In the car Jeff told me how he helped Clay and Hannah with their twisted
situation, clearly proud of himself that for once he turned out to be
smarter than Clay.
“You’re good guy, Atkins”, I smiled at him. “All you want is to play
baseball, have a good grades and help Clay with Hannah and that’s
“Oh, come on, I’m gonna blush”, he laughed.
“No seriously, I will tell every girl that you’re the most pure,
sweetest cinnamon roll and that you’re different than others and don’t
care about scoring".
Weird grin showed up on his face.
“You already scored today, didn’t you?”, I punched him in the arm. “I
take my words back, you’re awful”, I laughed. “How does it happen that
everyone make out with everyone, except me?“
“You know…”, Jeff moved in the seat. “It’s probably cause you always seem so… tied… And stressed”
“Excuse me?”, I turned on the seat.
“Well, you know, compared to other cheerleaders… Look, they don’t give a
shit about anything, they don’t give a shit about school, about grades,
they don’t give a shit even about cheerleading. And you care about
everything and that’s why you seem more stressed than them”, he tried to
explain. “Take a chill pill, make out with someone, have some fun”, he
punched my arm.
(Un)fortunately his words and the drink I drank and once before leaving
for beer run, both hit me at the same time. Super drunk me decided to
make out with somebody. Anybody. We came back, I left the car and
started walking towards Jessica’s home, having big troubles with walking
in straight line.
“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, just be careful”, Jeff shouted for me.
“Yeah, yeah”, I mumbled getting into the house.
I looked around and spotted Montgomery sitting on the couch, doing
something of his phone. I went there, sat next to him and put my hand on
“It’s a party, Monty, put this phone away and have some fun”, I said.
“Huh, look who’s gotten friendly”, he looked at me suspiciously.
“I know, I’ve been a bitch but I went for that beer run with Jeff, you know, and I realized some things”.
“Really, what things, for example?”, he put his arm around me.
I didn’t answer him, I stared at his face instead, giggling.
“God, you’re handsome”, I said glancing at his lips.
“Okay, here’s what we gonna do”, he leaned towards me and whispered into
my ear, “I’m gonna go upstairs, to Jessica’s room, and you’ll join me
in few minutes”, his lips were touching my ear.
I nodded my head, Monty quickly kissed me on the neck and basically run upstairs.
“I’m gonna get laid”, I mumbled to myself. “I think I’m gonna get laid.”
“Hey Y/N”, Jessica jumped on the couch. “Where have you been, I was looking for you.”
“I was on a beer run with Jeff.”
“Goood, I was afraid we run out of alcohol, but then Jeff came in like a Superman with sixpacks”, she giggled.
“I think I need some water”, I smiled at her and left to the kitchen, I need to get rid of her.
I poured myself a water, drank it and run upstairs. When I opened door
to Jessica’s room, it was dark inside. I closed and locked the door.
“Montgomery?”, I whispered.
I heard steps behind me, second later Monty pushed me to the wall,
grabbed my wrists put them above my head. His hands went down the sides
of my body, until he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up, so I could wrap
my legs around his waist.
He laid me on the bed his lips went from my down neck to collarbones and started sucking it just like a week ago.
“Monty”, I punched his arm.
He pulled up, stroked cheek, and said, “Today I make the rules”, shiver went down my spine.
“Fuck”, I mumbled.
His hand went from my thigh to my breast and squizzed it. The other one
pulled dress up, he started kissing my stomach, getting lower and lower,
sucked my belly button, probably causing huge hickey around it, but I
really fucking didn’t care. His head went up and he kissed my lips
again. I felt his fingers sliding into panties which only turned me on
I started unbottoning his shirt but he grabbed both of my wrists with spare hand.
“Keep your hands yourself”, he whispered and slided his fingers into me.
I scratched his back.
“You like that?”, he asked as he curled his fingers and pumped them again and again.
“Fuck, Montgomery, I want you, just fuck me already”, I moaned.
“Does it turn you on?”, another pump. I nodded my head and bit my
lip trying to not make any noices. It was dark, my eyes were closed,
butcould sense fucking cocky smirk on his face. He slided out of me and
“Monty, why did you stop?”, I also sat on bed and switched the light on. He bottoned up two bottons I had undo and fixed his hair.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, I asked.
He stood up, leaned towards me and looking me in the eyes said, “Guess you can’t play the player, huh?”
“Are you kidding me?”, I shouted.
“It was fun, see you on Monday”, he unlocked the door, smiled at me and left the room.
I sat there speechless for a few good minutes.
“What the fuck did just happen?”, I asked myself out loud.
I fixed my hair, took a deep breath and decided to go back to the party.
“Fucking bastard”, I mumbled.
I went down and sat on the couch next to Jess.
“Why don’t you have any drink?”, she asked.
“I’m good, thanks”.
“You know, to be honest, you look a little fucked, break will be good
for you”, she said, even though she was the one who was barely able to
speak. “ Where the fuck is Justin?”, she looked around.
“He’s playing beer pong with Montgomery”, Alex Standall sat on a chair in front of us.
“Cool, thanks Alex”, Jessica got up. “You’re not coming?”, she asked me.
“No thanks, I’m good, just gonna sit for a while”, I answered but she
was gone before I even stopped talking. “How’s the party, Alex?”
“I love her”, he mumbled, looking after Jess.
“Oh God”, I rolled my eyes. “You two dated for like two months, year ago, seriously man, get over it”.
“It’s love. It’s not logic”, he sighed.
“Alex, I’m not saying this because I’m a bitch or because I root for
Jessica and Justin. I’m saying this because you’re good and you deserve
to be happy, okay? Move. On.”
Said me. Person who couldn’t get over the fact that she got played by a
player because she tried to get him played. Hypocrisy at it’s finest.
I walked around the house, looking for Jeff, who was supposed to drive
me home. Instead I bumped on Sheri. I pretended to listen to her while I
was discretly watching Montgomery talking to some girl, wrapping his
disgusting arm around her.
“…are you even listening to me?”, she shaked my arm.
“Umm, yeah, I was just… Looking at driveway, but I can’t spot Jeff’s
car”, I lied quickly, in the meantime Monty got back inside.
“He went for another beer run”.
“Okay, I gotta go”, I smiled at her and went to the house.
I saw de la Cruz shouting something to Justin as he was walking upstairs and then got into bathroom. I got you, you little fucker, I thought, went upstairs and stood next to door as if I was waiting in the line.
“Are you waiting to get to the bathroom?”, Troy, the baseball player, patted my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I am”, I had to get rid of him, “Umm, you know… I feel a little bit sick, so it may take a moment…”
“Are you gonna throw up?”
“Maybe… As I said, it may take a moment. But you can use bathroom downstairs, it’ll probably be faster.”
“Good idea, you’re smart”, he pointed at me. “Take care, Y/N”
“Bye, Troy”, I chuckled watching him, when he was trying not to kill himself on the stairs.
And I heard door getting unlocked. Montgomery opened them and then I pushed him back inside and locked the doors again.
“We are finishing it now”, I said, grabbed his neck and kissed him.
Request: Castiel physically hurting the reader while being really angry about something that happened and the whole situation ends up in both of them admitting their feelings towards each other ? :) -Requested by Anon
A/N: Here’s a random little fluff bit for you guys <3
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Language, implied smut
Word Count: 1.4k
“Castiel I swear to god, don’t fucking talk to me!” you shouted as you stormed into the bunker, slamming the door open and stomping down the stairs to the war room. You weren’t surprised to see Sam and Dean had gotten up and come into the room to see what all the commotion was.
“Y/N, I’m sor-” The angel began, following you into the bunker, but you cut him off.
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PROMPTS: “I don’t love you anymore.” & “You’re lying”
Member: Namjoon (Rap Monster)
GENRE: SUPER ANGST
WORD COUNT: 510
Namjoon and I had been dating for about two years now. I’ve always known that Namjoon is goofy and silly sometimes but also hard -working and driven at others. I know that he hates it when people talk during movies and he would kill for the last slice of pizza. I know all about his quirks, his habits, his likes and dislikes. Even with all of that knowledge, i never once knew that he was capable of cheating on me.
My suspicions didn’t rize until the last few couple of weeks but now, knowing the truth, I should have picked up on the signs months ago. Him slowly distancing himself from me, saying he was under a lot of pressure with school. Him rejecting my calls and texting me instead, excusing his behaviour by saying he was in a busy area.
When he got out of bed one night staying over at my place, to answer a woman’s phone call, my suspicions rose. The sweat prickled on my forehead, the heat rushed to the side of my head. My hairs standing, my ears straining to ear, to catch a glimpse of their conversation.
Namojoon had sworn to me that it was his sister calling from a payphone on her backpacking trip, and I believed him. Until I answered one of the calls months later. Namjoon;s sister had already returned home by then, so who was calling. When I heard the suave, fluid female voice on the phone, terror struck me. I was so scared to have my doubts confirmed. I was scared to lose it all. Lose him.
So here I was, sitting before my boyfriend, about to ask the most useless question I could ask, “Why?”
Namjoon slumped into his chair across from me. He looked tired. As if this conversation was a burden, a waste of time, taking an unnecessary toll on his body. “I don’t love you anymore. I did-”
“You’re lying!” I scream, pushing myself deeper into the back of the loveseat, as if that’ll distance me, seperate me form my own pain. “STOP LYING!”
Namjoon just sighs again. “I did love you Y/N. I do love you, just not in the way I used to. Serene is-” I wince at her name.
“She’s different.” I laugh, a sad manic laugh.
“Different, huh? OK.” I say rolling my eyes.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I’m sorry yo-”
I put up my hand and say. “Spare me, Namjoon. I don’t need you’re halfass apologes. I don’t need pity. You don’t love me anymore, I get it. But since I still love you, let me give you some advice. When you fall out of love with Serene ad find someone different, have the balls to break up with her before you stick it.”
I slam Namjoon’s apartment door on the way out, muttering “Have a nice life,” on the way out. It’s the worst day of my life but I know that somehow it’ll be for the best.
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