It’s loud enough that Jack drops Bitty’s overnight bag at his feet.
“This bed,” Bitty says and Jack scoffs.
“You scared me. I thought it was something serious.”
Bitty twists towards him from where he’s standing at the end of the bed.
“It is. I am serious about this bed,” he says before he starfishes across the mattress and buries his head in the pillows. “It’s heaven.”
“Alright?” Bitty looks at him through one eye and Jack shrugs.
He bought the first one he tired. It was comfortable and the salesman said it would be good for his back. He didn’t give it much thought.
“This is the most comfortable bed I have ever been in. Certainly the biggest.”
He stretches his arms out to his sides. They don’t quite reach the edge but the movement does pull his shirt tight across his shoulders and Jack is suddenly a lot more interested in this.
Bitty sighs happily then rolls over into his back and looks up at Jack who’s standing between his feet.
“Should I leave you and the bed alone?”
Bitty flexes his wrists then arches his back and sits up. He hooks his fingers in the belt loops of Jack’s jeans and tugs.
It’s one more tug and Jack carefully topples over and onto his boyfriend.
Bitty kisses him and slips his hands beneath Jack’s t-shirt.
Jack’s not expecting it when Bitty hooks a leg over his thigh and flips them. He straddles his hips and smiles down at him.
“We couldn’t do that in my bed at the Haus. You would’ve fallen right out,” he says and when Jack rolls his eyes Bitty presses down harder with his hands on his shoulders. “How can you be so blasé about this bed?”
“I don’t know.” He runs his hands up Bitty’s thighs and holds them tight around his hips then drags them back down again. “I like it a lot more now.”
Bitty grins down at him and dips in for another kiss.
warning: triggers apply. mentions of suicide and rape present. read and reblog with caution.
❛ And this time, absolutely no requests. ❜
❛ No return engagements. No encore. ❜
❛ I hope you’re ready, because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. ❜
❛ And if you’re listening to these tapes, you’re one of the reasons why. ❜
❛ I’ve heard so many stories I don’t know which one is the most popular. ❜
❛ Betrayal. It’s one of the worst feelings. ❜
❛ Where’s my bike? ❜
❛ This was in front of the library? ❜
❛ What about the student honor board? ❜
❛ There’s some justice and some closure. ❜
❛ I couldn’t watch. ❜
❛ People can be fucking assholes. ❜
❛ I thought we had like another week for that. ❜
❛ Listen, I could, if you wanted to, I could help you finish the paper. ❜
❛ We only have like twenty minutes before the first bell rings. ❜
❛ I Googled everything. ❜
❛ Well the founding father’s did grow and use hemp, but it wasn’t weed exactly. ❜
❛ Sometimes books are more reliable for this kind of stuff. ❜
❛ Everything I publish is personal to people. ❜
❛ Still, it feels wrong. I’m just being honest. ❜
❛ What are you working on? ❜
❛ This is so cool. I’ve always wanted to set you up with someone. ❜
❛ Maybe I was stupid to keep hoping. ❜
❛ That is shocking. I’m shocked. ❜
❛ Wait a second, how do I know you’re telling the truth. ❜
❛ Come on, what do you say? ❜
❛ Then again, they almost always do. ❜
❛ Did you want to see if the rumors were true? ❜
❛ Why did you do it? ❜
❛ Thanks for helping me, that was really nice. ❜
❛ I’m just saying if you’re getting fat shamed then don’t be fat. ❜
❛ It’s always best to give compliments face to face. ❜
❛ Sometimes the silly things can mean more than anybody knows. ❜
❛ It’s kind of soul crushing, you know? ❜
❛ We all need it. Human contact. ❜
❛ You’re going to have to wait, just like I did. ❜
❛ Let me know if you need to talk, anytime. ❜
❛ I’m going to play mind games with you, just like you did with me. ❜
❛ That’s a whole new level of lonely. ❜
❛ You were kind that night. You just sat there. ❜
❛ I’m sorry about _____. He’s/she’s just a dick. ❜
❛ Want to see a trick? ❜
❛ You got to get the positioning just right. ❜
❛ After the way you played in Saturday, it’s on me. ❜
❛ Take it easy, okay? You’ll feel better tomorrow. ❜
❛ I wonder if you ever felt what it’s like to be lonely. ❜
❛ Have you ever noticed us? ❜
❛ How many of these did daddy make you? ❜
❛ It’s okay. I’m over it. ❜
❛ I never got the chance to say something. ❜
❛ The thing is you were the Valentine I was hoping for. ❜
❛ I don’t know if you’re doing this on a dare or whatever… ❜
❛ I like you for so much more than that. ❜
❛ The fact that you don’t even know. ❜
❛ This shit that happens to you, I think some of it you bring on yourself. ❜
❛ Thanks for the insight genius. ❜
❛ You said something stupid and I yelled at you. Big deal. ❜
❛ You didn’t like that someone told you no. ❜
❛ You should of just let it go but you didn’t. ❜
❛ I just needed to be alone. ❜
❛ You’ll do anything to keep up your perfect reputation. ❜
❛ I’m a fucking weak, pathetic loser. ❜
❛ They’ll just laugh at you like they always do. ❜
❛ Come out, come out, little girl/boy. ❜
❛ We’re protecting ourselves. ❜
❛ I’ve got no plans. I’m good to tell the truth. ❜
❛ It’s only a matter of time before we’re all screwed. ❜
❛ Nothing we did compares to what he/she did. ❜
❛ You’ve been doing it for weeks now. ❜
❛ My God, _______, you should fucking listen to yourself sometimes. ❜
❛ You want to know what’s worse then being a rapist? Hiding behind one. ❜
❛ You want to get the story straight? We all know the story. ❜
❛ The honor board, because you are all so honorable. ❜
❛ This happened off campus so the only alternative is the police. ❜
❛ It was no ones fault. It just happened. ❜
❛ I mean, maybe I was driving a little too fast. ❜
❛ I’m taking some fucking responsibility. ❜
❛ Maybe it’s all your faults, has that ever occurred to any of you? ❜
❛ Who’s going to believe a dead girl/boy? ❜
❛ You know my motto, no cheerleader left behind. ❜
❛ I’m always looking for the wrong person. ❜
❛ I thought you said you didn’t do it? ❜
❛ I’m telling you, the worst is yet to come. ❜
❛ You’re calling me a pussy, after what you did or didn’t do. ❜
❛ Oh, so, if I kill myself then I kill you guys too? ❜
❛ Why are you asking me about this? ❜
❛ I don’t know what your truth is. ❜
❛ Get your dirty ass feet off my notebook man. ❜
❛ Do you want to talk in there? ❜
❛ Maybe there’s even a message from beyond. ❜
❛ At that moment, everything was perfect. ❜
❛ I know you felt it too. ❜
❛ I wanted you to do everything you were doing. ❜
❛ What happened? I thought it was okay. ❜
❛ Just leave me alone, you should just go. ❜
❛ Part of me never wanted to see you again. ❜
❛ You walked out the door like I told you too, why’d you have to leave? ❜
❛ Your name does not belong on the list. But you need to be here. ❜
❛ I didn’t deserve to be with someone like you. ❜
❛ I would ruin you. It wasn’t you, it was me. ❜
❛ There’s that word again. ❜
❛ The kind of lonely feeling I’m talking about is when you feel like you’ve got nothing left. ❜
Request: jeff atkins imagine where u guys go to jess’ pool party and he’s really sweet and cute to u, fluff!!
a/n this is my first imagine so take it easy on me;))
This is the one mess id never thought id get myself into, but yet here i am at one of Jess’s famous high school parties. Jeff Atkins, the boy i never thought id talk to, was the one that dragged me here. I guess helping Clay tutor Jeff made him and I acquaintances of some sort. But sitting here, alone in the back yard, made me think otherwise.
“Hey y/n! i n-never thought id see you here.” Jess’s drunken self sauntered her way over, practically falling on top of me.
“Nice to see you too Jess.” I’ve never seen her like this before, its like a whole new world.
“So i heard that Jeff the hotty Atkins was the one who brought you here.” she stated making googly eyes at me. “and i must say that you two would like very cute together, i ship it!”
As she finished her sentence you look towards the beer pong table, just in time to see Jeff win yet again another game. He caught your eye just as you were about to look away.
“Look who is coming right our way y/n, i guess i should leave you two alone.” she sent a wink my way just as Jeff took the seat she was just in.
Looking down trying to hide my blush, i heard Jeff mutter ‘nice party!’ to Jess as she was going in her house. Butterflies started to form in my stomach, something that seems to happen whenever i am next to Jeff.
“No alcohol tonight?” I asked. I could’ve sworn a jock like Jeff would already be wasted passed out somewhere.
“Actually no, never really drink at parties other than a beer or two. Im usually the designated driver.” he turned towards me. “How about you though, enjoying yourself?”
‘Better now that you're here’ she thought. “Actually not as bad as i thought it would be, Maybe you should bring me to parties more often.” I almost cringed at how bad that line was. Trying to save myself, i continued, “i mean if you want to, its all up to you.”
Jeff suddenly grabbed her hand. ‘what is he doing?’ I suddenly thought. “y/n if im being honest with you, i actually really enjoy your company. Usually these parties consist of me beating everyone in beer pong.” Laughing at his statement, i finally look at him in the eyes. ‘damn those eyes’. “lets make a bet out of this actually, if you can make this beer can into the trash over there ill take you to every party i go to.” he stated.
‘But what if i miss? What will you get out of this?” I was honestly confused. “Its a surprise, now do we have a deal?” ‘i suck at sports’ I suddenly thought, but I was not backing down. “ You have a deal Atkins.” I stated shaking hands with the baseball player.
I took the beer can and and aimed the best I could, finally letting the can go out of my hands. It was like slow motion in the air, but just as i thought i was winning the bet, it hit the edge and bounce out. “Shit!” I cursed.
Jeff laughed at your reaction to losing the bet. ‘i never lose do i?’ He thought to himself, ‘now or never i guess.’
“Come on! That’s not fair.” i stated with a frown. “so i guess you wo-” suddenly my sentence was cut of with a pair of soft lips.
Once i realized it was Jeff, My world stopped. ‘is this actually happening? am i actually kissing the boy I’ve liked since the beginning of freshmen year? holy shit!’ So many thoughts were racing through my head.
He pulled away slowly muttering against your lips,”was that okay? because it was totally okay for me.” i slowly pulled away looking into his eyes and said the first thing that came to mind.
I hope this letter finds its way to you. I
know it’s a little weird and out of the blue, but I’m visiting Seoul and I saw
you. What are the chances? The one person that I was scared to run into and I
saw you in a restaurant with your girlfriend.
When you watch the episode and you see Bonnie suffering so much that you realize that people really FAILED her.
Bonnie was always the one who sacrificed herself and when you see what she’s able to do to bring Enzo back to his side, and also that Elena is the first thing Damon think about, it shows what we all suspected:
Bonnie is not respected, it’s above happiness, dear Bonenzo, Bamon, and other ship fans. It’s FUCKING RESPECT.
Caroline LET MESSAGES. NO trying to see her so-called best friend. I’m VERY SORRY, Stefan can wait! You are a fucking vampire erase the memories with the help of all later!
Damon hears Bonnie “ Leave me alone “, I’m sorry, this is precisely the moment when you don’t leave someone ALONE!
Caroline CALLED her mother? Someone who ABANDONED her ? who is a vampire when she supposed to be here for her? What is your fucking logic? Stefan is right, you only think about your fucking marriage!
DON’T MARRY HER STEFAN!
Also, I seriously want to see Bonnie slap Stefan. Or Damon. Or someone for fuck’s sake, she deserves a slap! WHen she almost killed Elena, she was under the expression influence but for once… MAKE THEM PAY. STEAL THE CAMARO. LEVE THIS SHIT HOLE. I DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT BAMON ANYMORE CAUSE DAMON FAILED YOU!
Let Elena burn in her fucking coffin and move on!
Ps: Kai is back, it’s probably the time to have payback.
PS2: Abby is a vampire. So why the hell can she do magic etc? Did I miss something?
can we just take a moment to imagine what it would be like if B squad and Girl squad are at another party together and every time Yousef tries to speak to Sana she redirects the conversation to talk about Noora and then finally Yousef gets so flustered and frustrated he blurts out, “I don’t want Noora, I want–” and then he stops himself but it’s too late bc she realises that he’s talking about her and it just hurts them both more because they know what they’d have to sacrifice to be able to be together and i just think you should all leave me alone to die
A/N: Guys remember about a week ago I posted asking for help because I had to debate about whether Harry was a hero because he was in the right place at the right time? Well, I won the debate! Thanks for your help everyone!!
“Everyone, this is y/n!” Fred and George swung open the door to the Burrow and “presented” me to their family.
“Oh hello y/n, welcome to our home!” Mrs. Weasley gave me a warm hug.
“Thank you Mrs. Weasley!” I hugged Mr. Weasley and waved to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as well as Fred and George’s older brothers, Percy, Charlie, and Bill.
My eyes met Charlie’s and he quickly looked away. If I saw correctly, his face turned red and he started blinking very fast. Fred and George saw this too and despite me trying to stop them, they glanced at each other and strode towards Charlie.
Overtime ~ Reggie Mantle x Jock!Reader x Archie Andrews
REGGIE MANTLE X READER X ARCHIE. OH MY GOD. so basically the reader is a jock and both Archie and Reggie like her and they both go crazy competitive to get her and at Cheryl's party she gets Reggie for 7 minutes and then her and Reggie get heated and then if your comfortable add smut because that’d just make this 100% better. - Anon
Word Count: 2.5k (I kinda went overboard, forgive me.)
Warnings: Not really; there is a bit of making out at the end but???
A/N: I low key suck at smut so what happens at the end is the best I could do, sorry sweets lmao. But this was fun to write, and I hope it’s at least decent! Also;
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her pencil against her work as she listened to the music flowing thru her
headphones. If anything; she was distracted by the music, but even knowing that
didn’t stop her from listening to the tunes her phone played into her ears. In
reality, Y/N was in the library attempting to do some much-needed homework that
needed to be finished, and a few late works she had yet to hand it, thus why it
was considered late. As someone who played in the girl’s basketball team,
volleyball team, and the soccer team at Riverdale High, a basketball team,
volley ball team and soccer team which you were particularly proud of and known
for being a part of, you rarely had time to focus on your homework.
BTS | Reaction to playing Cards Against Humanity for the first time *NSFW*
Now if you haven’t played the game (which I highly recommend you do), it’s a card game that let’s you release your sickest sense of humor possible ever. A black card is read by one person and the other people choose a white card(s) from their hand to finish the black card and the person who read the black card chooses the winner of that round and you do that until all the cards are gone or you’re just done playing if you’re like me and have a shit ton of expansions. <— I really hope that all made sense.
Jin: Let’s just say you didn’t fully explain the entirety on the game. You knew Jin wouldn’t have played with you if you had explained everything to him. He’s not dumb, the first hand he could tell something was up with this game but of course you eased him into the game before you starting hitting him with the hard stuff.
“Really? A windmill full of corpses?” *judging*
“But if you think about it……”
Suga/Yoongi: Yoongs might enjoy this game a little too much at times. When you had told him what the game was about and showed him the cards he was a little skeptical at first and wondered where in the world you found something like this, but as the game progressed he found he enjoyed it.
“Y/N…that card combo is pretty relatable, don’t cha think?” he questioned, winking at you.
“That won’t help you win…” you replied.
“Should I leave you two alone?” Namjoon asked.
J-Hope/Hoseok: He would judge you the whole time playing. This ball of sunshine, though he has his own moments, would not believe that you…his adorable girlfriend would play such a game.
“Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?” he questioned.
Rap Monster/Namjoon: Namjoon always saw you a serious person. He knew you had a side of you that could be a little on the sick minded side and you were never afraid to make a dirty joke should the joke a rise. But playing this game took things to a completely different level.
“Oh my god, Y/N….I knew you could be sick minded but this is a new level,” he said as he laughed.
Jimin: Change his name to giggles. This squish would in a fit of laughter the whole time. He knew you weren’t afraid to pull dirty jokes and neither was he and this was one way to get your sick/horrible sense of humor and chance to run free.
“A moment of silence for a mime,” he said going into a fit of laughter, “This is the best game ever.”
V/Taehyung: “That is disgusting!!!” Tae said, seeing your card selection, “I love you so much.”
There would be no shortage of laughter when it comes to this game. He never knew that you could be as disgustingly funny as you were. He was always careful about the dirty jokes around you cause he never wanted to upset you, but now he knew he would never have to worry about that again.
Jungkook: The game never even took place. Mama Jin knew about the game and when you asked Kookie if he wanted to play with you a stop was put to that immediately.
“I’m not letting you corrupt him just yet, Y/N!” Jin declared.
The game may have not happened but Jungkook was curious as to why he was told he couldn’t play the game so he took a look at the cards later and let’s just say, Jungshook understood after that.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, bullying, possible mentions of suicide later on. There could be violence and mentions of death, so please, be careful when proceeding to the other parts!
A/N: I’m working on a taglist!!
Song Of The Chapter: Youth by Daughter (It has nothing to do with the chapter I’m just giving you a good song to listen to.)
You rubbed sleep out of your eyes, dreading the Monday ahead as you realized you’d have to sit those three seats away from Jughead Jones, and possibly face stares coming from easily amused teens who had heard about the little incident on Friday night.
It took the idea of flunking your Pre Calc class and raising suspicion between Jughead and his friends to get you out of bed. You, with a throbbing headache, slipped from underneath your covers and trudged to the bathroom. You chose a pair of ripped black jeans, a white tank top, and a red flannel to bring to the bathroom with you to change into after you shower.
Before the mirror became fogged as the water heated up, you stared at your reflection, sighing. There wasn’t enough tears to be cried in order to fill the lack of self love and confidence that pained you. Your eyes were still puffy, but that didn’t matter. Were you a stalker, or were you just an observant nobody? It wasn’t like you followed people around, that took way too much energy.
All you had to do was get dressed, and you would be in the car, driving over to Riverdale High just a few minutes before the bell rang.
Once you stepped into the halls, it was just the same as any other day. You would slip by unnoticed, head down, books clutched to your chest. That was, until you were accompanied by the beanie-clad boy who embarrassed you in the middle of Pop’s, snatching your pride and joy just to scoff and talk to you in ridicule.
“I’d like to apologize.” You heard him say, moving from beside you to blocking your path in front. His voice reeked of humbleness and you wanted to deny any words of sorry coming from those lips. His expression faltered when you didn’t respond, a sigh escaping his lips. Your stare was cold, distant, it took everything in you to not run away into the bathroom and hide for the rest of the day.
“I shouldn’t have taken your sketchbook, I get carried away with this hunch in which I believe anyone and everyone is a suspect of Jason Blossom’s murder.” He continued, and somehow you mustered up the courage to open your mouth and form the first coherent sentence you’d spoken in two days.
“So carried away that you accuse me of being a stalker?” You question, raising an eyebrow, “Look, things should go back to where you left me alone, I leave you alone. If it means anything, I’ll trash the art too if it bothers you as much as it seems.”
Jughead was taken back by your words, only responding by shaking his head. He truly felt bad, and it was difficult for him to display these emotions outwardly. “You don’t have to do that.” He muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Your art is lovely and I had no right to intrude-”
“Who did you tell? What, did you write about me in your stupid novel? Did you think this was some vital information for your next article in the school newspaper?” You were getting angrier, eyes now on the two of you. You didn’t even notice as it began to feel like just you and Jug in the hallway.
“I didn’t tell anyone.” He whispered, his voice weak, “Not Betty, not Archie, not Veronica, nobody. What happened was wrong, I shouldn’t judge you nor make you feel as if you’re a weirdo. I have zero room to talk.”
“Just stay away, Jughead, you embarrassed me enough on Friday, and deciding to confront me around all these people wasn’t the smartest decision either.” And with that, you walked off, feeling smaller than ever. The rest of the school day, you avoided eye contact, ignored everyone around you except for your teachers. You even paid no attention to the sketchbook in your backpack, even when your hand was just itching to have the pencil meet the page again. You had drained yourself, taking your feelings and forming them into words was just too difficult. The smallest task felt like constructing a pyramid, and anything that seemed to disturb you in the slightest could break down that brick wall and have it crumbling before your eyes.
Jughead, on the other hand, wanted to talk to you even more. He hadn’t heard you speak at all other than on Friday, and today when you had your tame outburst. He found your voice lovely, even when angry or weak with tears. That, accompanied with your talent for art and your beautiful face.
His heart dropped to his stomach at the resentment you had towards him. Of course, he realized it was his fault, you reap what you sow. It was indeed best to keep his distance, but he knew himself better than anyone else, and he just couldn’t help forcing himself into your life.
You refused to make eye contact with Jughead. When he’d turn the corner in the hall, you went the other way, when you felt his eyes on you in class, you kept your gaze forward. It was almost rude of you, to not accept his apology and refuse to even give him the chance to salvage an acquaintanceship. In your eyes, he deserved the ignorance, but in his, he saw it as an invitation.
It was an odd dynamic. A girl who wanted nothing to do with these people whom humiliated her, but illustrated herself as an active participant in their little circle. Then, a boy who left the wrong first impression, but would do anything to grab your attention once more and use his investigative spirit to respectively dive into what made you so intriguing to him.
As if by fate, you two were partnered for an English final. The assignment was in collaboration with the theatre class during that same period. Every class in your grade was required to do the project, and it wasn’t like you could just go to your guidance counselor to request a new course. Although, you were despereate to avoid Jughead at all costs, and switching classes was awfully tempting.
The assignment was simple, write a one act play for a group of theatre students to memorize and perform. The AP English class was small, so the large number of young thespians were divided and evened out. Your grade was simply based on the elements of theatre implemented in the script, the other students had to act it out as you watched and hoped they did your hard work justice. You loved the idea of the assignment, but you hated the idea of spending so much time with Jughead Jones.
…It was as if your blood boiled at the sight of the beanie-clad boy, who scooted three seats closer and plopped a notebook on your desk.
“Between you and I,” Jug whispered, “I kind of asked Ms. Goode to pair us together.”
“can you do an imagine of your bestfriend and your crushs friend are going out so one day your crush and friends boyfriend go pick you guys up from the movies and then you guys go to your crushes house and you guys hangout and it’s awkward at first between you guys but then you guys end up admitting each others feelings after walking around outside alone while your friend and her boyfriend are inside”
I know it’s been YEARS but I finally finished another imagine! Where I live Valentine’s Day is almost over; I probably missed the deadline completely for a lot of you. In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and happy (belated?) Valentine’s Day! ;)
Word count: 2.5k
The bright afternoon sunlight hits your face, nearly blinding you as you and your best friend exit the dimly lit movie theater. “Ahh, my eyes,” you shriek, shielding your face with your hands.
(F/n) grunts in agreement. “I feel like a vampire exiting my coffin for the first time.”
“Strange analogy. Even stranger that it makes sense.”
(F/n) pulls out her phone, looks at the screen, and puts it back in her pocket.
“Is he on his way?” you ask, referring to her boyfriend, who agreed to pick the two of you up.
“Yeah. (C/n) is coming too,” says (f/n), looking sideways at you. You can’t hide anything from your best friend, and though you haven’t said anything outright, she can tell you’re interested in (c/n).
“Okay,” you reply nonchalantly.
(F/n) laughs. “Oh, come on, I know you like him. When are you going to do something about it?”
You sigh, dropping the act. “I don’t know. We’re not that close yet…and anyway, I don’t like him that much!”
“Puh-lease! You’re obsessed with him. It’s plain as day.” (F/n) elbows you teasingly. “And apparently the four of us will be going to his house today, so this is your chance to get close!” She winks.
You try to control the bubbling excitement. You’ve been to your crush’s house maybe once or twice before, what with him being close friends with (f/n)’s boyfriend. But, due to your crippling awkwardness, you can barely hold a conversation with him. Maybe today will be different. After all, the romantic movie you and (f/n) just watched has inspired you a little.
A car pulls up in front of the theater and honks obnoxiously. “Shut up, we’re coming,” (f/n) hollers through the open window at her boyfriend, (c/f/n). She opens the door and climbs into the shotgun seat, leaving the back seat to you…and presumably (c/n). You wipe your palms on your pants and open the door.
And there he is, grinning at you as you climb in and sit down next to him. “Hey, (y/n),” he says, and that simple greeting is suddenly the sexiest, smoothest thing you’ve ever heard. You sigh involuntarily, then quickly remember yourself and try to act cool. “Oh, hey, (c/n),” you reply, buckling your seat belt.
“So. Your house, (c/n)?” asks (c/f/n) as he pulls out of the parking lot.
“Yeah, my parents aren’t home so we can get turnt,” (c/n) jokes. “As in, like, bust out the root beer.”
You laugh, a little too loudly, considering it wasn’t that funny. (F/n) is right, you’re really not subtle about your crush. But thankfully, (c/n) seems oblivious.
“You can stay pretty late, too, if you want,” he continues.
Turning away to face the window, you smile a little to yourself. Spending the whole evening with (c/n) sounds like a pretty good time to you. You just hope you won’t screw anything up with your awkwardness.
(C/f/n) pulls into (c/n)’s driveway and you all hop out. When you’re all inside the house, (c/n) grabs a few root beers from the fridge. You take one from him and your fingers touch for a second.
You crack open the soda, enjoying the satisfying fizz. “Cheers,” says (c/n), holding out his can. You and your friends laugh and bump cans and then collapse onto the living room couches together. (F/n) and (c/f/n) immediately cuddle up next to each other on the loveseat. Meanwhile, you and (c/n) sit on armchairs opposite each other, occasionally making awkward eye contact.
“Hey, baby, I have something for you,” says (c/f/n) suddenly, reaching into his back pocket. As you and (c/n) look on with interest, he pulls out a small jewelry box and hands it to (f/n). She gasps before even opening it. “No way! You didn’t have to!!” she shrieks. Then she opens the box gently to reveal a beautiful chain necklace, and shrieks even more. You laugh quietly, enjoying her happiness, as she pounces on her boyfriend and hugs him tightly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” (c/f/n) says with an affectionate grin. Your good mood evaporates as you remember what day it is. Your least favorite holiday, this is the one day a year when you are constantly forced to acknowledge that you are single, and probably will be for the rest of your life. Seeing happy couples together only worsens the constant suffering of this wretched holiday. Unfortunately, the couple in front of you is no different. As cute as they are, you suddenly feel like an incredibly awkward spectator to their romantic moment. Sneaking a quick glance at (c/n), you can tell he feels the same.
As your friend and her boyfriend start making out, (c/n) meets your eyes and attempts an awkward smile. His face is a little pink, and you’re sure yours is even redder. What an uncomfortable atmosphere to be sitting in with your crush.
Finally (c/n) clears his throat. Your friends continue unperturbed. (C/n) sighs, rolls his eyes playfully at you, and picks up the TV remote, turning it on. The weather report comes on at full volume, startling your friends out of their makeout session. “Oh, sorry,” (f/n) says breathily, giggling when she sees your exasperated faces. She makes eye contact with you, and you raise an eyebrow, jerking your head in (c/n)’s direction as if to say, Thanks a lot for making this awkward!
(F/n) just winks back before grabbing the remote from (c/n). “For fuck’s sake, put on something other than the weather!” She flips through the channels and stops abruptly when a rerun of High School Musical appears. “Hell yes. This is my favorite movie ever.”
You chuckle and settle back in your armchair, taking a sip of your root beer and trying to relax. Though the movie is moderately entertaining, your mind is occupied by (c/n)’s presence just a few feet away. You try to force your eyes to stay on the screen, but despite your best efforts, they continually wander over to (c/n) in his armchair watching him as he watches the movie. The light from the TV screen gives his face an ethereal glow. He is so pretty, you can’t help but think. So. Pretty. At one point he senses you staring and turns to look at you, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. You quickly look away, cheeks burning.
“KISS! KISS! COME ON! DO IT!” (F/n) barks out from her perch on (c/f/n)’s lap, and your head snaps in her direction. Thankfully, she seems to be yelling at the TV. Troy and Gabriella are leaning in, gazing romantically into each other’s eyes as they get closer and closer. But for like the third or fourth time, they’re interrupted before they get the chance to kiss. Damn, the sexual frustration must really be getting to them by now. “NOOO!” moans (f/n) dramatically, falling back into (c/f/n)’s arms.
“Drama queen,” he teases. “Don’t act like you haven’t seen this a thousand times.”
“Every time, I believe in them, and every time, I am let down,” (f/n) sighs. “Come on, let’s show them how it’s done.” She straddles his lap and plunges them both into what looks like another long makeout session.
You sigh and scratch your neck, as if the discomfort is an itch you can rub out. But the uneasy feeling persists. You avoid meeting (c/n)’s eyes, knowing your face is probably bright pink again. At last, unable to stand the awkwardness, you stand up. “Okay, I think I should leave you two alone,” you announce casually. There’s little response. It’s unlikely that either of them can hear anything you’re saying. “I’m just gonna go outside for a bit. Have fun, use protection, don’t forget to breathe!”
As you start to leave, (c/n) jumps up too. “I’ll come with!” he says quickly. “No way am I third wheeling for the rest of the movie.”
He follows you out the door, and for a moment you stand together on the porch, unsure of what to do. “Shall we go for a stroll?” (c/n) proposes overdramatically.
“Oh, yes, let’s,” you reply in a silly high-pitched voice. You immediately feel stupid, kicking yourself internally. But (c/n) laughs anyway and starts walking, so you follow him on a slow path around the house.
“Good thinking, getting out of there while you could,” he says, nudging your arm with his elbow. You try to calm the nerves that are firing up inside you, making you jittery. “Thanks, it was my defense mechanism against aggressive PDA. I’ve picked it up after years of Valentine’s Days.”
“Not your favorite holiday?” (C/n)’s mouth curves upwards, looking sideways at you in amusement.
You make a face. “God no. I hate Valentine’s Day. I’m convinced it was created purely to make single people like me feel bad about themselves.” You stop yourself before you can launch into your familiar rant.
“Well, I like the part where you get to eat ice cream and cry alone,” (c/n) jokes.
“While listening to sad music,” you add. “There’s no way you do that though!”
“What? Surprised? I have a sensitive side too!” he chuckles. You fake a shocked look, while secretly dying inside. Who’d have thought you’d be strolling alone with your crush, talking about romance? And to top it off, the sun is starting to set.
You reach the front of the house again. From here, you can see the sun sinking over the horizon. Without speaking, you stop walking and stand together in the front yard, watching the sky slowly getting set on fire.
As beautiful as it is, you’re again distracted by the presence of your crush, this time right next to you. You glance sideways at him, thinking, This view is so much better though! Then you realize he’s looking sideways at you too, a small smirk on his lips. You quickly look back at the sky. Why is this becoming a pattern? Control yourself! You curse inwardly.
The sky grows darker and you start to shiver. You have a sweater on, but considering it’s the middle of February, the fabric is quickly becoming too thin to keep you warm. (C/n) notices and furrows his eyebrows. “Are you cold?”
“No,” you lie through your chattering teeth.
(C/n) smiles and, in one easy movement, pulls his sweatshirt off. “Put this on.” He holds it out to you.
“Keep it, I’m fine,” you insist.
He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t need it, I’m too hot anyway.”
“Yeah you are,” you shoot back flirtatiously before you can stop yourself. (C/n) looks at you in faint surprise and chuckles. You blush and quickly grab the sweatshirt, putting it on. You breathe in the heavenly smell, trying not to be obvious. Oh man, you’re wearing his hoodie. Could it get any better than this?
Apparently it could, because just then (c/n) reaches around you and rubs your arm with his hand to warm it up. “Better?” he asks, grinning.
“Uh huh,” you reply breathlessly. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” You wait for him to move away, shove his hands back into his pockets, or even turn around to go back inside. But he doesn’t. His arm remains circled around your waist, holding you against him. You breathe out slowly, trying to stay calm even though you’re certain you must be dreaming. Real life does not go like this. And more importantly, good things just don’t happen to you on Valentine’s Day.
Your mind flashes back to (f/n) and her boyfriend. The sky is dark and starry now, indicating that some time must have passed. You wonder why no one has come to look for you or called you back inside, but you figure (f/n) must have something to do with it. Thank goodness your friend knows when you need to be left alone.
To break the silence, you say, “Think they’re done making out yet?”
(C/n) laughs lightly. “Probably not,” he responds. A moment passes before he adds, “Besides, this is nice.”
“Yeah,” you agree. “I don’t spend enough time outside. I didn’t even know this many stars were visible from where we live.”
“Amazing what you discover when you’re not huddled in your room on the internet,” he teases.
“Painfully accurate,” you admit. “I leave the house for one day and I get to wear a boy’s sweatshirt. I should try this more often.” After the sentence leaves your mouth you realize how awkward it is, but you can’t take it back now. You wait anxiously for (c/n)’s reaction, but it’s nothing like you’re expecting.
“I get to watch the sunset with a pretty girl, so I think I’m the real winner here.” His arm tightens slightly around you. You turn your face towards him, trying to read his expression. He smiles gently down at you. “(Y/n), I don’t want to be too forward or anything…but I can’t keep this a secret anymore. I really, really like you.”
Your mouth flops open clumsily as your mind races, trying to make sure you didn’t hear him wrong. “Uhh. You mean, like…like-like?”
(C/n) chuckles. “Yes, (y/n), I like-like you. I’ve had a crush on you for, like, ever.” His eyes, shining in the darkness, search yours. “Is there any chance that…I don’t know, maybe…you might feel the same way?”
It would be impossible to fight the grin that splits your face. “Are you kidding? I like you so much, you have no idea!”
“Oh my God” is all (c/n) says before crashing his lips onto yours. Taken completely by surprise, you stand frozen for a moment before melting into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck. You feel completely delirious, giddy beyond belief at this literal dream-come-true. And it should be noted that (c/n)’s lips are even softer than in your dreams. It’s perfect. You’re in (c/n)’s sweatshirt, kissing under the stars, and it’s absolutely perfect.
Wrapped up in the kiss, you almost miss the muffled shout of “GET IT GIRL!” coming from the house. You pull apart and glance over to see (f/n)’s face pressed against the window, grinning from ear to ear. (C/n) starts to laugh and you join in, leaning your forehead against his.
“So, (y/n)…” (c/n) cups your face in his hands. “Still hate Valentine’s Day?”
You pretend to think it over. “Well, I guess I can make an exception for this one.” You smile up at him and he grins back, pulling your face towards his once more.
What do you think of this new "cringe culture is mean, stop making fun of (demographic tumblr worships)" trend?
I think as a general rule you should leave people minding their own business alone even if they’re really embarrassing, but it’s totally fine to mock people who start shit then expect the people they took shots at not to fire back