i hate you nyu i do

Runaway : Jason Blossom Pt. 2

Part One  Part Three  Part Four

request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.

requested by: anonymous

A/N: Can you believe part 2 is finally here??? I can’t, but I am ecstatic to be posting this!! I loved writing the first part, but this part is going to be a little different. It is going to be written in first person!! Hopefully it is loved like the other one. okay, carry on. love you guys. xx, aubree (p.s. part three??)

warnings: fluffy as hell (I am not sorry.) 

word count: 1,802

(gif not mine) gif credit: x


The next morning was, well, quite easy. I had made sure Jason was hidden before I made my way to my father’s work. I needed to tell him that I was going to be testing out of school and then promptly leaving Riverdale, for good. 

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Political Animals-Part 11

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

Our lives became very difficult after the press found out about Sam and me. The paparazzi hounded us everywhere we went.  Just as Sam had predicted, the election ceased being about our parents and we suddenly became the topic of conversation.

Of course, my mother used the free publicity to her advantage. She released a statement saying she was totally devastated that her dearest daughter had allowed herself to be taken advantage of by such an unscrupulous Alpha as Sam Winchester. And that she hid my Omega status for my protection.

“This is complete and utter bullshit.” I snapped, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. “I’ve never been her dearest anything, and she hid my being an Omega because those PR assholes told her to.”

“You need to calm down, Babe. All this stress isn’t good for you or the babies.” Sam said gently, his large hand caressing my belly.

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Some thoughts on college, from a graduating senior:
  • Study what you love. If you are torn between two subjects, try them both. See how you feel. 
  • Never make an academic decision based on what is more prestigious. I was torn between two subjects and someone once tried to tell me that I should do one over the other because it seemed smarter. I chose the other one. Not just because I am a stubborn ass, but because I realized that those sort of things just don’t matter. 
  • Guess what, it’s okay to skip a class or two. To be honest, I had trouble with this one, but I feel like you all should know it. Maybe you are really stressed, maybe there’s something really cool going on at the same time as class. I’m going to remember that time I went to see Jon Stewart when he was still on the Daily Show and that time I saw Imagine Dragons in a crowd of about 100 people at a pub way more than any lecture. 
  • But also. Go to class. Take the breaks you need, but learning is important. Get your money’s worth out of that education, study, learn something new. 
  • Professors are people. Are you going through something? Do you need an extension? Do you just want to talk to them? Then talk to them. And on this note, maybe they made a mistake. It happens. Don’t play the blame game, think about where they are coming from, and communicate. 
  • Do projects you enjoy. If you are genuinely excited by what you are studying it actually makes the work fun. Also, a lot of professors will let you chose things like essay topics, just ask. This is why I have written actual academic papers on Harry Potter (exploring the neutralized gothic in Prisoner of Azkaban), 10 Things I Hate About You/She’s The Man (modernized adaptations/transmutations of shakespearean plays), Cabin in the Woods (gothic tropes), and a bunch of creative pieces, including Zombies in the British Museum (a study on science fiction/world building) and a super snarky satire of The Scarlet Letter
  • Make time for your friends. 
  • You will find your people. If you are having trouble finding them check out some clubs or talk to people in class. Your nerds are out there.
  • Take advantage of every opportunity you can. Does your school offer study abroad? Go, enjoy, I spent four semesters away because I could and it was amazing. Or just on a smaller scale, maybe your school offers special events or free food. Eat the food, go do the cool/free things. 
  • Everyone goes through tough times. Maybe it’s stress, maybe there are other factors. It’s okay to get help. Things will start feeling better. 
  • It all goes by so fast. Yes, I know that is stupid and cliche but it’s true. 
  • You’ll love it and you’ll hate it. You’ll change and grow and end up in places you never thought you would be in. It’s a crazy/wonderful mess and I wish you the best <3
Because You Were Right
Jonathan Larson
Because You Were Right

I need my samples to delay, but my cable

There’s another way.
Say something.
Say something!
Say anything.

Test one, two, test one, two, three!

Anything but that!
You were right about the wasteland.
You were right about Jell-O.
You were right about Graceland.

You said you’d never go…
You were right about SlowJin,
and Generation X.
You were right about Trojans.

You hated safe sex!
When you told me my work would never be pure.
When you’d hold me close and say my kissing was poor!

I couldn’t hear it somehow!
Why is it clear to me now?
I tried to change you.
You tried to change me.
All we could do, was argue and disagree!
Now we’re apart, hardly over the fight,
and it’s strange how the change, now,
in me is because you were right.

How we doing?

We’re adapting.

I can’t take any more bad news.

We don’t wanna blow a fuse.
Don’t freak.


You were right about Tilt-A-Whirls.
You were right about James Teen.
You were right about NYU girls.

That’s mean!
You were right about puccini!
You were right about low-bare.
You were right about bikinis!

Not fair!
Honestly, I now can see
I got distracted from love!
Honesty, I’ll now agree,
I didn’t know the meaning of!



Oh how I hated those fights!
Now I often long for those nights!

When I tried to change you (You tried to change me)
You tried to change me (I tried to change you)
All we could do (All we could do)

Was argue and disagree!
Now we’re apart, hardly over the fight,
and it’s strange how the change, now,
in me is because you were right.
If we had been who we’ve become,
would love have come to an end?
It’s so much easier, now, to be open.
We share for another, what we share,
with a friend.

I was wrong to say you bored me.

I was wrong when I ran.

I was hurt when you ignored me.

That’s when you met Joanne…

You were wrong to read my journal!

You were wrong to deceive.

We were wrong to think love’s eternal.

Why’d you leave?

You couldn’t deal when I revealed I was HIV,
and someone unafraid to feel grabbed hold of me!
But now I don’t know who I need…
I miss you still, though, you made me bleed…

I tried to change you (You tried to change me)
You tried to change me (I tried to change you)
All we could do (All we could do)

Was argue and disagree!
Now we’re apart, hardly over the fight,
and it’s strange how the change, now,
in me is because you were right.

Try it now.

You were right!


You were right!


You were right!


You were right!


You were right!

I do miss your libido…

Sometimes I do miss your pink torpedo…
Honey! You’re back!
We’re patched!

11 Question Tag

I was tagged by @hannahhstudiess my 11 tags are @academniac @alimastudies @studyblr @studylustre @elkstudies @universi-tea@learnign @marystudies @uglystudies @niftynotes @lentilstudies Rules: always post the rules, answer the 11 questions then make up 11 more and tag 11 people

 1. What’s your favourite season? 

my favorite season is winter but sometimes i’m not a big fan of it let’s say a love/hate relationship  

2. What is a flaw you’re currently working on? 

 I’m working on being positive and thankful no matter what happens  

3. Where do you want to be in 5 years? 

study the subject i love in nyu one day and hopefully get a boyfriend & live the life I’ve always wanted 

4. Any pets? 

 sorry guys, not a big fan of any pets 

5. Describe yourself in 4 words. 

 funny shy outgoing chill 

6. Maths: yay or nay? why? yay! 

if i love that chapter it’s hard to stop me 

7. What’s your favourite physical feature you have?

 eyes! i love it 

 (ps, they say fall in love with a person’s eye) 

8. What’s your favourite non physical feature you have?

my social skill… idk whether it counts or not but i am very blessed to mix around different people talking 4 different language ;) 

9. Which song are you listening to right now? 

 read all about it - emily sande

10. What are your goals for the year? 

 just learn and grow! oh and to eat healthy to achieve my weight goals plus have lots of fun and make memories  

11. What’s your height? 

5’ 4" 

 your turn! 

1. favorite color? 

2. can you play an instrument? 

3. can you grow plants? 

4. favorite food/meal?

 5. crafty/artsy: yes or no? 

6. favorite song? 

7. best personality trait? 

8. favorite book? 

9. early bird or night owl? 

10. do you have a polaroid camera? 

11. coffee, tea or soda?

Political Animals-Part 7

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

“Hi Cas.  It’s me.” 

“Y/N?  Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick!  I was going to come over but Meg told me the last thing you needed during your heat was me in your face.” Cas said as soon as he heard my voice.  “Why didn’t you tell me about you and Sam?”

“It all happened so suddenly, Cas.  So how did Mom find out?  Do I even want to ask how she took the news?” I asked tentatively.

“Mad doesn’t begin to cover it.  You need to go see her, Y/N.” Cas said urgently.

I sighed, the burden of everything suddenly weighing me down.  “Tell Mom I will be over in a bit.”

“I love you no matter what happens, you know that, right?” Cas whispered.

“I never doubted it for a second.  Love you too, Bro.  I’ll see you soon.” I said as I ended the call.

Sam wiped my tears away gently with the pad of his thumb.  “I’m glad they know, Y/N.  I don’t want to sneak around anymore.  I want people to know your mine.”

“I love you, Sam.”  I said as I pressed a kiss on his hand.  “I think it’s high time my mother and I had a chat, don’t you?”

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Won’t Leave You

“Your leaving aren’t you?”

He just stood there, body stiff as a rod. His eyes darted all around the floor but they never met yours even when you asked him to. He looked worse than he did since the last time you saw him. In the fast blur of death and loss, three days had passed since he held you that night. 

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anonymous asked:

your life looks so fun. you model and have cool friends and live in an apartment in the city and go to nyu. I wanted to go to nyu so bad but got rejected and now I'm at a college with roommates i HATE and only have one friend. advice? :(

last year i had literally like 3 friends. just because my life -looks- amazing doesn’t mean it is! yes i am really really blessed to do what i do but dude i’m missing out on a real college experience because i’m forced to be an adult and i’m constantly watching what i eat and i don’t go out because i’m always too tired after doing the million things i have every day and everything is a priority which gives me much anxiety and stress. the grass is always greener my friend. make the most out of what you have instead of wishing you had something different. i remember my last week of high school i came to realize i spent so much time hating it i forgot to actually enjoy it and i ended up feeling really really sad that i never really appreciated what i had.

Sometimes it was easy to forget how young Donatello still was. Leo stood in the doorway of their shared, currently trashed bedroom, probably looking every inch as shocked as he felt.

Donatello was hunched over his laptop at the desk, head in his hands and shoulders shaking with what Leo fervently hoped wasn’t tears.

“Donnie?” he said carefully, and watched Don jump about a mile. And then his heart ached for his little brother, who was clearing his throat and rubbing his face on his sleeve and putting himself back together in a handful of seconds.

“I—I didn’t hear you come in,” he said, muffled, without turning around. “Sorry for taking up your desk, I'll—”

But Leo had dropped his coat and the armful of patient charts Karai had given him to take home on his bed and was wrapping an arm around Don’s shoulders a moment later. “Hey,” he said, “talk to me.”

And Don trembled for a moment under the weight of whatever it was, lips pursed tightly—then he darted a glance at Leo from under his fringe, brown eyes wide and wanting.  

“I’ll have enough credits to graduate early after all,” he said slowly. “I have the highest GPA in school, and I’ve been submitting all those scholarship applications—we want to go to NYU together.” Tears were forming in his eyes again, and Leo found himself desperately scrambling to piece together the situation, to understand what made it bad enough to warrant tears from stubborn, stoic Donatello, when his little brother added softly, “Me and Casey and April.”

Oh. Leo’s arm tightened around his shoulders.

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Seriously! I wanted to slap Josh with 1,000 suns!!!

Josh pissed me off in this episode. I’m not a Josh fan, I can normally hide my hatred, just not for this episode. I literally had to stop watching the episode several times because he was pissing me off so much. Yes I know he is not real but if his character is suppose to deal with something everyone might experience at least it could be realistic and not bull shit.

1) When he enters the apartment his demeanor seemed really cocky and rude. Like he assumes people worship him. Like I understand your brother lives in New York, but he has a family too, and you showing up unannounced could have disrupted their life. Asshole.

2)Like his ass never thought to text his brother that he was going to do laundry there. Not only that but his childish ass thought/implied that Corpanga was going to do it for him. Like no dude your in college do your own damn laundry, and if you don’t know how to… Guess what the washer comes with PICTURE INSTRUCTIONS so it’s easy to understand. Like can you not understand pictures, ya ninny.

3) With Maya instead of saying something like “hi” he straight up just says “long game?” and expecting her to say it back. This scene was not cute at all, I’ve seen snakes eating rats look cuter than them. I swear he was kinda being possessive there, like he was keeping tabs on her. (Doing that to a girl is going to make her want to leave you, duh) And Um hello Maya maybe small and look like a doll but she is NOT, so QUIT PLAYING WITH HER.

4) For getting into NYU early, Josh is a real big dumbass. Like yes college is HARD, it is not High School. I hated how he made it a big deal that he was not ready. Like shit no one is ready but you need to toughen up and deal with it. Where’s your brother Eric when you need him, shit. Not only that but don’t go scaring Freshmen in high school just because your life is in the shits.

5) Um does he not have friends of his own!!! Like for real though it’s a Saturday and he was just telling everyone how the parties and people are fun and great. Like if everything is fun and great, why don’t you hang out with one of your fun and great friends. Wait it’s because you have no friends, probably because they think it’s weird that your ass is being a whiny brat that is playing games with a 14 yr old.

6)He’s an asshole to his roommate he clearly didn’t take the time to get to know him and he reveals that at the end of the episode. This bunchnut made a judgmental assumption about his roommate and you know what they say about people who assume! Poor Schnoopaloop 😞.

7)He starts blubbering like a baby and convinces Riley to never grow up. Like this dude is a creepy ass Peter Pan, like no dude you are 18 and well before this episode you were acting like an adult hitting on 20 year olds, so quit playing. For real tho Josh need to grow a pair that way someone can kick him in the balls and he’ll have a real reason to cry. Not only that but he has NO RIGHT to give people advice after his BULLSHIT of an explanation of why Maya was conflicted. I swear every time he spoke I would hear the toilet flushing down shit.

8)Bless Zay’s heart for pointing out his bull shit with Maya! The only thing that I did not like was that Zay asked Josh for his permission to hang out with Maya. DAFUQ! First of all don’t ask Josh for shit because he is not dating Maya. Especially Zay since you just debunked the whole “long game crap”. Yes ask Maya for permission because she’s the person you want to hang out with, but not Josh, you do not owe Josh anything. (I am really feeling Maya & Zay tho, like Yes Hunty! I mean imagine if they ever become a couple, there would be a possibility, a sliver of hope, a far fetched prediction that there kids could be the CUTEST cookie-lovin, taco eatin, ballet dancin, picture paintin, smart ass talkin’ babies out there!!! 👶🏽) .

The best Josh part though was when the show went all meta and for shadowed Josh leaving (Maya’s life). The scene where Josh says he is going leave and Topanga asks “what happened to forever” 😜 (I see what they did there)

Sorry for the Josh rant, his character just really irked me in this episode. Everything is just MY OPINION, it’s supposed to be a comedic rant that’s why there is so much over-exaggeration, I was calling out things I SAW that seemed like BS to Me. Lol people who think this a “theory” or whatever need to chill, these where just some things that pissed me off about Josh and his storyline in this episode, and I felt like ranting on! Ok bye 😘!

Chance Encounter (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine running into Peter Parker as a new resident of New York City. You’re new and only know one friend in the city.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, OC (Lois)

Warnings: Extreme fluff - is that a warning? It is now! Language, terrorizing? 

Word Count: ~3381

Notes: I thought y’all deserved the second half since it was due last week, but due to tragic circumstances, I didn’t get it out. Please let me know if you like it! Remember this is my first Peter/Spidey story! And also remember to think of Tom Holland, or loosely Andrew Garfield version. But mainly I envisioned smol bean Tom! ^.^ Thank you to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and thank you to @dr-dean for being in inspiration, sweetie! I love you both!


The next morning you were getting ready in your cramped bathroom when your friend that got you the interview called.

“So how’d it go?” she sang into the phone. How is she so chipper in the morning? You rolled your eyes playfully as you answered.

“Good. I was late though.”

“I heard. Y/N, I had to pull a lot of strings to get you that interview,” she began chastising.

“I know, Lois,” you retorted. “I’m sorry but my plane was delayed two days due to snow or I would’ve been here and gone to it to make sure I knew how. But I just got off the plane and hopped on a subway to find it. Ugh, it was a nightmare. I don’t know how you people do it. I was so lost and then finally Peter helped me find my way around–”

“Who’s Peter?” she interjected, her curiosity piqued. Oh no, you groaned internally. Lois is such a sap for everyone’s romance stories.

“He’s just a guy who gave me directions,” you answered, trying to settle her down.

“Just directions, huh? And you got his name?”

Damn. She caught you. “Alright, look, he escorted me around town and we may have a casual lunch date later today but that doesn’t mean–”

“Oh how sweet! You’re not even here a day and you find a guy! Tell me about him! Is he big? Is he muscular?”

“No, Lois, I’m not into the Tarzan kind like you are. He doesn’t look like I could swing from his arms. He barely even looks like he eats his bowl of Wheaties in the morning if you get what I’m saying,” you idly said as you pulled out sheets for your bed.

“Oh, so he is your type! Small, lanky, let me guess, nerdy. Is any of this right?”

Rolling your eyes yet again, you went through your clothing box to find something to wear for orientation and the meet up.

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Shit. I forgot to ask

Prompt: Pietro: “Hey, y/n! Soo…what color should I wear to prom?“

Y/N: "Umm? I don’t know?" 

Pietro: "Well, we have to match. So what color is your dress?" 

Y/N: "Hey, yeah…since when are we going to prom?”

Pietro: “Shit. I forgot to ask.”

Pairing: Pietro/Reader

High School AU

Senior year was coming to an end and everyone knows what that means. Prom.

I’m not  the biggest fan when it comes to dances nor am I part of the we-hate-prom fanclub. To be honest, I barely think about it. I’m planning on going but mostly because it’s one of the last things I’ll get to do with my friends before we graduate and go on our separate ways. At least with most of them.

There’s no way you could separate me from the Maximoff twins. We’ve been best friends since I can remember and we’ve been making plans for college since we were old enough to know what it meant. We would all go to NYU. Solemnly based on the fact that it is in New York and we’ve been wanting to move in there and make some new friends, buy apartments next to each other and have the whole: F.r.i.e.n.d.s. dynamic.

I know what you think…not the usual high dreams you could expect from a couple of teenagers.

But there’s this other thing we always avoid telling other people about our families and to be more specific about Wanda and Pietro’s alchoolic father and the anger issues of mine, which are sometimes resolved with a little bit more than a slap over the face. It’s not that bad…at least that’s what we tell ourselves…we found out pretty late that the way our families work isn’t how it’s suppoued to.

And now, we just want to get as far as possible, as soon as possible. We make the best of what we have and we don’t lose a second more blocked in our past. Because these days, it’s all about the future.

Now, back to prom. I know I said it’s not that big of a deal but apparently it is to people in my class. This is that time of the year when each time you turn around you find someone doing something incredibly stupid in the hope that the object of their affection says yes. I mean seriously, there was a kid dressed in a Jedi suit and did the whole ‘I’m mind tricking you’ thing - You will go to the prom as my date - every year things got wierder and wierder.

I don’t get it why people don’t just go with their friends, that’s what I’m planning on doing. Seriously now, how many high school sweathearts last the summer? Friends, on the other hand, can be for life!

“What got you thinking so hard there, y/n?” Pepper asks as she slides in the chair next to mine during our lunch break.

“Prom…” I reply absent minded.

“Oh, you’re going with Pietro?” she asked rasing her eyebrows in a suspicious manner. What was all that about?

“Yes. I’m going with him and Wanda.” I say focusing on my… I have no idea what I was eating. Me and Pietro figured that if we actually knew what we were suppoused to be eating at the canteen we would starve. So we never asked, we just hoped it wouldn’t kill us.

“Oh…I thought that..never mind.” she dimissed whatever she was about to say quickly and started eating.

Honestly, I didn’t really care to ask so I just tried to keep the conversation alive and said the first thing that popped into my mind. “So, who’s your date?”

“It’s..Tony.” she mumbled softly in between bites.

“Tony? I don’t know any guys named…wait! Stark? You’re going with Tony Stark?” I stared at her, bewilderment evident in my voice, and most likely on my face.

I guess you guys need filling in. Anthony Stark, he would kill me if he would find out I just said Anthony but that’s beside the point, is like… one of the greatest playboys there is. And I’m not talking about High School level playboy. No…I talk about celebrity-pappazi-extremely-rich-people playboy level. There are fanclubs about him, he has actual fangirls. It’s quite emberassing if you ask me. Anyway, Pepper is like one of the few girls who doesn’t..apparently didn’t, buy his crap. And since he and Pietro don’t get along, me and Wandadon’t count. But just because we’re tagged at Speedy’s minions. Don’t ask… Anyway, everyone thought Pepper was the one girl he couldn’t get his hands on. People actually worshiped her for that. And now? All those people left without a godess? Think of the disaster!


“Oh my God! Is he blackmailing you?” of course that must me it! How could I think anything else. I would apologize for that later.

“No! And stop being so rude about it! Yes, we’re going to Prom together. He’s not that bad…once you get to know him. He’s really smart and beside all that douchebag act there has an actual good heart.” she starts defending the asshole. Actually defending him.

“Holy crap! It has begun! The Apocalypse begun! I’m not ready for it!” I say in an overly dramatical voice.

Pepper rolls her eyes and decides to ignore me…I can be pretty much a douche too sometimes but good thing is everybody know they are harmless jokes and no one really gets upset. At least that’s what I think…


I enter my trig class and the most strange thing happens. Stephanie Whitmore is waiting near my desk..which can only mean she’s waiting for me…which can only mean the sun rises in the north. Because that’s how far from the usual this situation is.

“Who is she?” there is obvious anger in her tone and if that wasn’t obvious enough the murderous gaze she threw me should have suficed.

“I promise it was a one time thing. I don’t love her. Not the way I love you!!” so this..this is like the worst time ever to be sarcastic. Like if there was a top 10 worst times to joke around this would come next to never-be-sarcastic-when-you-have-a-gun-pointed-at-your head-and-the-mugger-has-a-funny-moustache.

“Cut the crap, bitch! Now tell me who’s Pietro’s date to Prom!”

“What the..what?! Pietro’s date? What does that have to do with anything?” there was plain confusion. What was her deal with my best friend?

“I asked Pietro to Prom and he refused, me. Me! Saying he already had a date and he would never ditch her!”

“Calm your tits, woman. I’ll talk to him. We’re going as a group. Me, him and Wanda. I’ll let him know there’s no problem if he wants to go with you.” why did she need to scream and cause a scene? Really now, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Though I guess I was pretty impressed he turned Stephanie down to go with me and his sister. That’s actually nice.

“I don’t know who you think you’re kidding with this but I know he has a date! As in a single girl! He’s taking a girl to prom! I already know Wanda’s going with Vision and she won’t tell me who he’s taking. I figured you’d like to keep using both your lungs and you’d tell me what I want.”

Use both my lungs? Who the hell talks like that and wh..wait! Wanda’s going with Vision? When did that happen? And how come Pietro hadn’t beaten the shit out of him yet. There’s no secret he isn’t the biggest fan of having boys near his sister. And really now, what kind of parents name their kid Vision? It just sounds wrong. But..wait. If Wanda’s going with Vision, Pietro with his mystery girl…that means…they totally left me hanging.

“Those little piece of shits!!” I mumble. “I can’t believe both of them got dates for Prom and didn’t tell me. Who the hell am I suppoused to go with, now?”

“Wait, you didn’t know all this? You’re practically useless!” and she storms out of the room.

Didn’t she have trig class too? People are wierd.

But I still can’t believe my best friends did that to me…I don’t mind that they have dates..it would have been nice to know before I turned down the guy in my chemistry class becase I was suppoused to go with my friends…c'mon they could have at least told me!

Rest of the day sucked. I’m still shocked my friends left me in the dark. Apparently it was already a big thing, Wanda going with Vision and Pietro, the best in our school’s track team, with his mysteryos date. They were pretty high on the social ladder, I was practically dragged along and in all High School there was no one who seemed to have caught Pietro’s eye before. And he had enough girls falling at his feet. The news that there was a hidden love interest in the runner’s life was pretty big. People kept on asking me who she was and I had absolutely no idea. He never talked about anyone. And now…I tried to ignore the pit in my stomach and the anger rising inside me each time someone asked me. And it was not because they had left me hanging or they didn’t tell me…it was because I found myself wishing I was the girl everyone was talking about.

And as soon as that thought crossed my mind I realized what my anger had all been about. I was jelous.


I’m home now…reading…listening to music and trying to not think about what happened today at school. Especially the issue involving Pietro. And that’s what I was calling it from now on. And as I was definetely not thinking about the…issue, my phone started ringing and too busy, not thinking about the issue, I hadn’t checked the caller id before answering.

“Y’/n speaking.”

“Hey, y/n! Soo…what color should I wear to prom?” he asked in a playful manner. He was so the last person I wanted to talk to right now. And I can’t believe he had the audacity to ask me what he should wear to the dance with his amazing date that was so spectacular he forgot to mention.

“Umm? I don’t know?” I wouldn’t even bother acting angry with him. He didn’t deserve my..angry words…

“Well, we have to match. So what color is your dress?” he says like it’s the most normal thing to say. What just happened? Was I? Was he?? Was I his date?

“Hey, yeah…since when are we going to prom?” Because I had no idea I was his date…I mean since I didn’t know you can’t really say I ever was but… but that means I’m the mystery girl?

As I debate what it all means I realize the line went silent after my last spoken words before I hear a soft whisper. “Shit. I forgot to ask.”

i’m not your nervous feeling (each time you say goodnight)

[clarke & lexa were childhood rivals & end up across the hall from each other in their university dorm. based off of this post & the fact that @turnandchasethewind thought this was funny.]


i’m not your nervous feeling (each time you say goodnight)


can’t you see that you’re fine / and know that you’re still alive / burning in the sky
—phantogram, ‘don’t move’


‘no fucking way,’ octavia says on the edge of a laugh.

‘i shit you not,’ you say into your phone, trying to juggle your coffee and portfolio and wallet, shooting an apologetic glance at the barista when it takes you a while to shuffle everything around. it’s not that everyone here is high strung or anything but. they kind of are. 

whatever—it’s your second day of university and you really do love it; new haven is beautiful—a little muggy, but you’re from new orleans, so this is nothing, really—and you like your classes so far. and your dorm.


‘alexandria woods,’ octavia says, ‘that asshole.’

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[High school AU with alive Mama Stilinski because why not?]


“Oh, god.” Stiles moans, head tipped back as Derek spreads kisses all over his neck. He uses his grip on Derek’s hair to bring him into another wet kiss, throws a leg over his lap. “I have – I have a bed.” He says when Derek moves back to his neck. “We should totally use it.” Derek hums in agreement but doesn’t let go of Stiles, only pulls him closer and starts to unbutton his pants.

Stiles squeezes his eyes shut, tries to ignore the way the gear shift is digging uncomfortably under his ass. Even though this is not the first time they kiss, it’s the first time Stiles feels this burning need inside his chest. A need so strong that almost makes him forget about everything around them.

“Come on.” He tries again, pokes at Derek’s chest until he pulls back to give him an annoyed look. Stiles rolls his eyes, gives him a ‘are you kidding me’ look in response. Even though car sex is something Stiles totally wants try in the future, he’d rather not do it while they are parked right in front of his house. “Do you really want to be arrested by my dad for public indecency?” The frightened look on Derek’s face is hilarious. Stiles doesn’t think he actually got over the entire 'hurt him and you’ll never see me coming’ talk.

“Fine.” Derek grunts, turns to open the door. “Hurry up.”

Stiles doesn’t need to be told twice.

Derek’s kisses are amazing. His mouth was made for kissing and his tongue is a work a art.

Stiles doesn’t think he’ll ever get over how incredible it feels to have Derek’s mouth against his. It’s the most amazing thing in the world and he can only hope that sex will be just as good, because at this point there’s no going back.

They are having sex today. Stiles and Derek are having sex.

Derek’s dick is going to touch Stiles’.

Hell fucking yeah.

“Upstairs.” Derek groans pushing Stiles against the door.

Upstairs? Stiles frowns confused. He doesn’t know that place. He only knows the hall and that door and Derek’s chest and his hands and his voice and –

“Right here.” He moans, helps Derek get rid of his stupid jacket. “Upstairs is too far. Fuck me right here.”

“Shut up.” Derek says against his neck, hot breath making Stiles shiver. “If your parents find us they are going to kill me.”

“God, will you just stop thinking? There’s no one home.” He says, grins when Derek nods and goes back to kissing him, using those amazing lips to drive Stiles crazy and –

“I think you should rethink that statement.”

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Endless Love - Prologue

Summary: Lauren Jauregui, the school’s nerd, and Camila Cabello, the popular cheerleader, have been best friends since they were just five years old. Growing up never meant growing apart for the two… Until college came into the picture. The very last time they saw each other had them both in tears, and now four years later, it’s as if they’re total strangers to one another. Lauren is the jerk CEO of a wealthy company while Camila remains the genuine and lovable girl-next-door.

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Fate brings you together, fate pulls you apart, fate teases you, and fate rewards you, as long as you are willing to go along for the ride.

Riley meets a Cowboy, and Lucas meets a City Girl, but will they meet again and when?

Cross-Posted to FF.net

Sixteen going on Seventeen | Seventeen going on Eighteen 

Author Note: You guys are all amazing with the reviews, comments, reblogs etc. thank you so much! Also who just wants to give Zay a hug and tell him it will be okay?

Oh, What A Night

Eighteen going on Nineteen

Zay was enjoying the unseasonably warm December afternoon now that he was done with work and classes for the day. He was sitting on the steps of the Met watching a group of girls try to do their best imitation of Blair Waldorf while he drank an iced eggnog latte.

He was scrolling through his phone when he looked up and saw Riley pacing around the steps, she didn’t even have a jacket on as she looked around for someone. Her face lighting up when she saw someone.

Oh shit.

This was it.

Zay realized Riley was about to have her yearly date with Mr. Once-A-Year.

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Just Stay- Jack Gilinsky Love Story Part1


Part 1-

           You once had your life planned out, you honestly had everything. By the time you were a senior in high school you had been accepted to your dream school in NYU, you had an amazing boyfriend and you loved everything about him. It was odd dating a Vine famous guy, some times he wasn’t home but when he was home we were that crazy kind of love. You guys were immersed in each other, you only cared about one another. You would stay in your room for hours; kissing, rolling around in the sheets and talking about the future together. But then it all disappeared, you guys had grown apart as his career with his best friend took off and you decided it would be best to end it, then he promised that once touring ended he would come back for you and then you could be together.

           You love Jack, always will, but staring at him now as he stood with his arm around another girl you realized that the promise had been officially broke and you really shouldn’t have taken this job.

           “Oh shit.” Y/F/N muttered beside you.

           “Y/N,” Jack said slowly, completely confused as to why you was here.

           “Wait,” Madison said while looking between you and Jack, you had known that Jack began dating someone but it didn’t feel real until now. “You two know each other?”

           You stared at Jack, his mouth hung open and you realized that he didn’t want to tell Madison about you so you settled on answering, “We went to the same school together.”

           “Y/N!” Johnson yelled and pushed Madison out of the way while heading towards you with a big smile, “What’s up, girl?”

           You smiled as much as you could as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, “Hi, J.”

           As Johnson let go of you the director came up to you and placed his hand on your elbow, “Y/N, we have to get Madison ready for the video, we want to get it done before night fall.”

           “Okay,” You said and looked at Madison, “Ready?”

           Madison smiled at you, obviously excited to do her music video. “Yeah.”

           You looked at the director, “What scene are we doing first?”

           “The beginning scene and the scenes with Jack.” You nodded as he walked away, heading towards the rest of the gang.

           You looked at your best friend, “Get the Jack’s ready while I get Madison ready, I don’t care what you throw them in just make them look good.”

           “Aw, don’t hurt my feelings, Y/N.” Johnson called out as you walked away, heading towards Madison’s trailer. “We always look good.”

           “Sure, Johnson.” You said and swung the door open to the trailer, shutting the door behind you and Madison, being locked away in the comfortable climate and silence of the trailer. Madison’s new music video was taking place in the desert and you couldn’t even begin to imagine how hot it was going to get today because it was the beginning of summer.

           “Thanks for taking this job, Y/N.” Madison said while she changed into the outfit you had laid out for her. “I just fell in love with your Instagram and knew I had to have you for this video.”

           You were pretty amazing at drawing a line, you good at being professional even when you wanted to scream at the person you were working with and this was just another one of those times. Sure Jack was the guy that still held your heart, but she was the one that held his heart and you had to come to terms with that. Madison was a client of that and you knew that it wasn’t what you were taught at beauty school, it was who you knew, if you did well all of the people on this video shoot would recommend you, plus if Madison said something to someone than you knew it was better than the set director recommending you. Madison was an up and coming popstar after all.

           You smiled and prepared your desk with the essential tools you would need for this part of the shoot, for the beginning and the parts that Madison would sing alone you would curl her hair and the parts she would be with Jack half her hair would be up and half would be down. “Thanks for noticing me, I never thought that I would actually do this so it’s a big deal to me.”

           “Really,” Madison sat down and looked up at you with big hazel eyes. “What did you see yourself doing?”

           Right then you hated yourself because she was 16 and so gorgeous. She had everything you wanted, she had Jack and she had a clear future. When you found out that Jack broke his promise and began dating her, your life at NYU kind of fell apart and your future wasn’t clear anymore because Jack wasn’t in it, plus that was the time bad things happened with your family. You shrugged and began curling her dark hair, “I went to school to become an interior designer and instead went to beauty school and here I am.”

           “Wow,” Madison said, “well, you’re amazing at what you do. Stassie sent me a picture one day and suddenly I was stalking you on every social media.”

           You continued to stare at the section of hair you were curling, no one could understand what you were feeling at the moment. Pure pain sliced through you as Madison continued to give you compliments, she wasn’t a bitch like she looked like, she was actually a sweetheart.

           Jack found himself a great girl. And it isn’t you. Your subconscious taunted, the thought caused tears to prick your eyes. It had been over for nearly three years but it didn’t hit you until this morning.

Hope you guys enjoyed, it’ll get better along the way so stay for the ride :)

Merry Christmas, fartherthantherabbithole!

Derek doesn’t like Christmas. He used to, back when he was a kid and everything was bright and cheery and wholly his.

Then he grew up, and the idea of sharing his birthday with an over-commercialized holiday lost it’s shine.

Maybe that makes him a Scrooge.

But it makes him look like a good guy, when it comes to work. Always willing to fill a shift on Christmas, no questions asked.

That’s why he’s in the building that night, just having left an apartment after warning a group of drunk college students to quiet down after a noise complaint.

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