i wanted this to be all high school shots so pretend the last one is

Yet another from this long list of prompts, completely unprompted.

Number Twelve: “I’m pregnant.”

The text came in at 7:17am, and in the mean time, Stiles had made his way through four and a half breakdowns, all of them for different reasons.

Number One: Male werewolves could get pregnant, and tying into that:

Number Two: Derek had never found it relevant to their two year relationship to share this fun fact. That didn’t say much as to his thoughts on their future together, which stung.

Number Three: Stiles was going to be a father at twenty-four.

Number Four: Just the night before, with Derek in Argentina visiting Cora, Stiles ate a dinner of Cheetos, plain microwaved hotdogs wrapped in bread, and four beers before passing out on the couch with the tv remote in his hand. He was not ready to be a father.

Number Five (still ongoing, more or less halfway through): They were going to have to move because no amount of corner guards or stupid little outlet plugs could childproof the loft. The door to the kitchen was literally a jagged hole in a brick wall. Stiles caught his shins on it regularly, they were always a mess of scabs and bruises.

Actually his entire body was a mess of scabs and bruises, because that was his life now, had been since sophomore year: fighting off the forces of supernatural evil.

Too bad he couldn’t childproof his life.

Oh god, they were going to have to move out of Beacon Hills. Away from the pack.

Nothing was stable in Beacon Hills, it had been eight years of panic and anxiety and near deaths and actual deaths. They couldn’t bring a baby into their current lives, Stiles wouldn’t even bring an adult into this hellhole. Who was trained in firearms. With combat experience.

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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 2)

sorry it took so long! special thank u to Ashley (@thesaltyspice) for helping me come up with ideas for this a million years ago xx

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist

“Look at that one.”

“That one over there?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a pout. “I want it.”

Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”

It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.

“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”

Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”

Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.

You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.

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I Got You On My Mind (Part 7)

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

[Part One] Previous Part | Part Seven | Epilogue

Summary: Jungkook reveals why he rejected you. But is it enough for you to forgive him?

Word count: 1.7k words

Originally posted by jungxook

You watched, mesmerized, as Jungkook fidgeted with his hands, the chords of muscles in his forearms flexing. His gaze was downcast, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, as he struggled to find the words to stay. You found that this uncharacteristic nervousness made him seem more genuine, but still, it was difficult for you to trust Jungkook after everything that had transpired.

After recently regaining some of your memories, the wounds Jungkook had inflicted still felt fresh. Your heart ached as if it were only moments ago that Jungkook had tossed you aside.

The conflicting memories of Jungkook warred in your mind. On one hand, Jungkook had rejected you with cutting words and a cold heart. But on the other, he had helped nurse you back to health and remained resolutely by your side. Which one was the real Jungkook? 

You wanted desperately to hold onto the version of Jungkook you had imagined as a young girl, not the one who had been sleeping with your best friend.

“She won’t believe me,” Jungkook thoughts interrupted. Your gaze flickered to his, but he was still staring at the ground, unaware that he was projecting his thoughts. You could feel his uncertainty and fear through your soulmate bond. The sudden urge to comfort him arose, but you pushed it down.

“Jungkook, I promise I’ll listen,” you said quietly. His head shot up, Jungkook’s wide eyes peering into yours. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “I can’t promise that I’ll believe you, or that everything will be fixed, but I’ll give you this chance to explain everything.”

Jungkook sighed and looked away, his jaw clenching.

“I know I need to explain this to you,” Jungkook began slowly. “But this is really hard for me. I don’t want to show this side of myself to you.”

“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you now and I probably never will,” you said with a small laugh. “We’re soulmates for a reason, you know.”

Jungkook gave you a small smile, his gaze flickering down. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning then.”

You nodded, waiting patiently as Jungkook took an unsteady breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, before exhaling slowly and looking back at you. His eyes were raw and honest.

“The first time I heard your thoughts, I was six,” Jungkook recalled with a fond smile. “You didn’t hear me for awhile later. I still remember what you thought. ‘That looks like a fun tree to climb.’”

“That was the first thing you heard?” you asked incredulously. “I remember that! I climbed a tall-ass tree in the park, and I fell and broke my arm.”

“I know,” Jungkook replied grimly. “I felt it, too. For such an underdeveloped bond, it didn’t make sense for me to be able to feel your emotions. But I could. All I could feel was your panic and pain.”

You winced, recalling the memory from all those years ago. For a six-year-old, it was a terrifying experience.

“I was so young at the time,” Jungkook continued. “I didn’t understand why I could feel emotions that weren’t mine. I didn’t know why I could hear someone else’s thoughts. And I couldn’t understand why I cared so much about a person I’d never met.”

You opened your mouth, but Jungkook cut you off immediately. “Don’t apologize,” Jungkook said, smiling slightly. “I got over it, eventually. It got easier when you started to hear me.”

“That wasn’t until, like, a year later,” you frowned. “That must’ve been so strange.”

“It felt a little intrusive,” Jungkook shrugged. “But your thoughts were pretty entertaining. Plus, I was a really shy kid, so you were my only friend for a little while.”

“That’s really sad,” you said quietly, your voice lilting. “We didn’t have an actual conversation until we were nine.”

“We could have had spoken sooner, but I didn’t want to,” Jungkook confessed, looking away. “I learned how to block my thoughts, mostly. Sometimes I can’t, if I get too emotional.”

“Why didn’t you want to talk to me?” you questioned, a little hurt.

“It wasn’t you,” Jungkook replied immediately. Then, he frowned and clenched his fists. He didn’t speak for several moments, but when he did, his voice was quiet. “It was because of my parents. They were soulmates, but for some reason, they didn’t get along.

“My mom found out that my dad was cheating on her, and it was a mess. They divorced a few months later. My mom got custody, and my dad sort of spiralled,” Jungkook explained, his voice coloured with shame. “I didn’t know how to face my own soulmate after that. I didn’t even know if I could believe in soulmates anymore.”

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “If I had known, I would’ve–”

“No, I didn’t want you to know,” Jungkook interrupted. “You were the only person I could pretend to be fine with. You were the only person who didn’t know how fucked up my family–how fucked up I was.”

“You were just a child,” you argued. “How could I think badly of you?”

Jungkook just shook his head. “I wanted to seem like a good person in front of you,” he said. “Even after my parents, I still wanted to believe in soulmates. I wanted to have something to look forward to. You were always so happy, it was easy to pretend with you.”

A few moments of silence passed as Jungkook tried to collect his thoughts. You wanted to reach out, to hold him, but you didn’t know if he would appreciate that.

“My mom had to work a lot to support me and my brother, so she wasn’t home often,” Jungkook continued, his voice low. “My dad picked up drinking. He tried to take us home with him, once. The police had to come.

“My brother was hit pretty hard, since he was older when it happened. I was in middle school when he started high school. He joined a gang, started getting into fights and dealing.

“I didn’t follow him, but I got involved with some pretty bad people. You know what my reputation’s like–it’s because that’s who I am. From high school till now, all I did was party. I drank, I did drugs, I slept around.”

“Why didn’t I know any of this?” you asked, confused. “In all the years we’ve been talking, I couldn’t tell that a single thing was off.”

“I showed you what I wanted you to see,” Jungkook replied with a cold laugh. “I was hoping by the time I met you, I would’ve already cleaned up my act. I didn’t expect to see you that night, and I was so ashamed of myself. And I ended up pushing you away, because I wasn’t ready for you to see me like that.

“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, but I fucked it up anyway,” Jungkook said, his words venomous. “I ruined everything before it even began. It’s fucked up, but after you lost you’re memories, I thought it was like a second chance. I know, it’s fucking disgusting, but I wanted you to see the person I could become.”


“Look, I know everything about me is fucked up, okay?” Jungkook spat. “I don’t want to hear apologies, I don’t need pity. I don’t need forgiveness, either. This is the truth. This is everything I never wanted you to know.”

“Jungkook!” you repeated, more firmly this time. You reached out and grabbed his hand, which was clammy, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me. All I wanted was for you to be honest with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed or ashamed of your past, of yourself. If I’m your soulmate, I want to love all of you.”

Jungkook stared at you, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“If anything, I wish I could have been there for you,” you continued sadly. You played with his large hand, weaving your own fingers in between his. “We’re soulmates, you know? We’re supposed to support each other. There’s a reason why we’re connected, even if we don’t understand.”

“I just hate disappointing you,” Jungkook sighed, squeezing your hand back. “I was afraid to see our relationship crumble. Just being soulmates–I don’t know if that’s enough. If I’m anything like my father–which I am–then we’re doomed.”

“Don’t say that,” you scolded him gently. “I’ll admit, there are some things about you that aren’t great. But you’re more than your mistakes. You’re passionate and kind, and you’ve shown me the best sides of you, too.

“We aren’t so two-dimensional, Jungkook. I’m sure I’m not the perfect person you made me out to be when we were younger,” you laughed.

“But you’re perfect for me,” Jungkook insisted, then blushed deeply. He gulped visibly and looked away.

“Look, I don’t know if I forgive you yet,” you said, and you saw Jungkook deflate. “But I will eventually. I want us to move past this together.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. He looked up at you. “I know I don’t deserve that, or you. But you’re the reason why I even try. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably given up already.”

“You should want to live for yourself, Jungkook,” you smiled sadly. “I am your soulmate, but I’m not your entire world.”

You pulled Jungkook into your arms, and he immediately buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could feel wetness against your skin. Was he crying?

“You helped me a lot these past few weeks,” you continued, holding Jungkook tightly in your arms. “Let me help you now. We’ll make it through this, together. Okay?”

Jungkook nodded against your neck. And despite how terribly everything began, you were almost certain that everything would turn out just fine. With Jungkook truly by your side now, you felt strong. You were determined to unravel the mystery of the boy in your arms, who felt as far away as he was close.

- Girl in Luv

One more part to go, then it’s finished! How did you guys feel about this chapter? Are you still mad at Jungkook? His behaviour sort of makes sense now…I hope. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this series, and thanks to everyone who stuck with it! Look forward to the last instalment of I Got You On My Mind. I’m always so thankful for the support we receive, from the replies to the fanmail. You guys are the best! Happy reading 💛

the saga of is it a fic or are they headcanons continues.  parts one, TWO (this one!), three, four, five, six.

  • so michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
  • she starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
  • but the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
  • he rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going, shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s taking biology now.
  • he just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
  • michelle also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her head and keeps moving.
  • she gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
  • and then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose star wars or star trek? was that not a thing? not that she cares about things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
  • she’s turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly longer route home.
  • she continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
  • “oh my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.

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“Carnations” (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

many thanks to the effervescent @buckyywiththegoodhair for beta-reading! i love you, you colorful tropical fish with scales made of diamonds! x

“Carnations” (Masterlist)

“(Y/N), if you really don’t want to help, you can leave. It’s okay.”

You snap out of your involuntary trance, meeting the peeved eyes of the tall figure in front of you. Your eyelids rapidly close and open before you blankly mutter, “Huh?”

“Since we started setting up, you’ve sighed thirteen times, loudly scuffed your shoe against the floor seven times, and spaced out four times. It doesn’t take a genius to see that you don’t want to do this.”

It takes a lot to annoy actual angel Steve Rogers, but somehow you’ve accomplished just that in only five minutes. Sheepish guilt washes over you, and you quickly insist, “I’m so sorry. But I swear I want to help!”

“Are you sure? You look a little preoccupied, and I can also do this myself if something’s –“

“No, no, I want to help. I promise,” you firmly repeat. You furiously tape the banner to the table’s edges as if to show how determined you are to help. “I didn’t mean to be a drama queen and space out.” 

Steve tiredly rubs his palm against his face. “Is everything okay?” he asks. The concern in his voice makes the guilt expand in your lungs, compelling you to cast your eyes downwards.

When faced with a small deficit in the Student Government budget, Steve came up with the carnation sale. Students could order flowers –red for love, pink for friendship, and white for secret admiration– and cabinet members would deliver them to the recipients’ respective dorms.

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The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.

Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs

Word Count: 5482

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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‘’Let’s run away.’’

A/N: This is my first ever Riverdale piece, I hope you guys like it! The ending offers another part, so tell me what you think? Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Jughead X Reader

Prompt: When a mysterious girls returns at pop’s on a random friday night, a lot of questions are left unanswered. It’ll take some time for Jughead to open back up to his old friend without a reasoning, but is he able to find one?

Warnings: one or two swear words, mention of alcohol, abusive father 

Word count: 2455

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A still moment, different from the usual buzzing pop’s atmosphere, a cold gust of wind with the sound of jingling bells hanging from the doorframe, suddenly changing the mood that laid in the air. Maybe it was Archie’s sudden moment of silence, taking a break from his preppy speech or the fascinated sounds escaping Veronica’s lips, but something had caught their attention and Jughead was curious for the cause. 

‘’Well, she’s a sight for the eyes.’’ Veronica remarked, a smile forming on her lips. 

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Brother’s Best Friend - Dylan O’Brien [Smut] (Teen AU)

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Dylan O’Brien/Reader, Brother!Tyler Posey, Daniel Sharman

Word Count: 3153

Notes: Fingering, Oral (female receiving), shower sex, this is much shorter than my usual works - excluding my first two or three works - and it didn’t really take the direction I had originally intended, but it’s cute and I was in a cute mood, let me live. Huge thanks to @stilinski-jpeg​ for her help on proofreading this. She’s my #SinTwin and I don’t know where I would be without her, I love you, Nia!! We all know how much I love drummer!Dylan so lets go fucking overdrive.

Originally posted by alwaysbeu

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the slut and the falcon(s) - Jughead Jones and Archie Andrews

little disclaimer:

this is for @mrsjugheadjonesthethird ’s writing contest! i really like their work and stuff and i also kind of really wanna get noticed with my own work, and what better way than to do this? even if i probably will not win, it’s worth a shot

prompt: ‘fuckin’ veronica, man, always listening in on archie and jug’s conversations.’

word count: 3,152

another little disclaimer: jughead still goes to Riverdale, and he’s in the Southside Serpents

warnings: swearing, A LOT OF SIN, like dominant ass fucking archie and jughead, some drug use (just weed), a threesome with archie and jughead, spoilers! etc. (and some vague jealous jughead)

and, god.. this has.. daddykink.. i’m such a slut..




It’s quite early to be having full fledged conversations, especially at Riverdale High. It’s supposed to be all zen and whatever, and yet, it is seemingly the complete opposite of zen. Especially when you grab your notebook and your folder and close your locker, only to be faced by nobody other than Veronica Lodge, her face glowing with excitement, and you think, how can someone possibly be this jovial at seven in the morning? “Yes?” You greet her anyway, yawning.

“Alright. So I’m walking down the West wing, right? And of course, I see this bitch Cheryl, and she’s talking to me about the dumb River Vixens and I’m like half paying attention. It’s right near her locker and Archie and Jughead are standing there talking about something but I can’t tell what, right? So I switch spots with Cheryl and she keeps babbling on about something irrelevant, and then I hear Archie talking about how they both think you’re hot and I’m like ‘woah’, and Jughead is like talking to him about all of the shit he would do to you if you were together. It honestly was hot as fuck. So Jughead’s going on about how he wants to fuck you -”

You stopped her right there.

The Jughead Jones wanted to do that with you? You, the co-captain of the River Vixens? Southside Serpents Jughead Jones? The once passive aggressive but is now a complete bad boy Jughead Jones? That one? Fuck Archie, man, that was all Betty’s. But Jug? It couldn’t be. “I feel as if this story is fake..” You chuckle and cock a brow at her. “But it was a good laugh. You got me.”

“Then tell me, (Y/N), if I was joking, why would Jughead be eyeing the fuck out of your ass in that skirt right now?”

You widened your eyes and whipped your head around, and sure enough, Jughead is slumped up against the lockers with a cigarette inbetween his white teeth, smoke flowing out through his puffy, perfect lips. Immediately, you turn red, your heart literally dropping into your stomach. He notices you staring at him and he quickly takes another drag of his ‘cancer stick’, before walking off, completely unashamed.

You had always been a good girl. Perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect record, perfect life, in a nutshell. You had known Jughead, since, what, last year, maybe? The beginning of this year? Point is, mama always told you not to be with his type. But ever since you’d met this particular boy, you could not stop thinking about him. He was so intriguing and your heart throbbed whenever you saw him.

And sure, you had hung out, but it was mostly at Pop’s, which isn’t even a one on one thing. It involves you, him, Veronica, Betty, Archie, and maybe Kevin. Every sincle time you would be around him things would seem different.

Jughead was another story. He was sent to juvie at the mere age of ten for trying to burn his elementary school down, which was, in fact, false. He was bullied severely by assholes like Jason Blossom, and basically, the entire football team, the only exception being Archie. He’s never had a birthday party because he claims his family makes it this arbitrary day and they pretend to act like everything’s okay, when really, they are not. It made him lonely. His mother moved away with his sister, Jellybean, and he was sent to a foster family on the Southside, - his father, FP Jones, is in jail for covering up the murder of Jason Blossom - and god knows why he still makes the effort to come to Riverdale everyday. All in all, he’s lived a fucked up life. Inside, you knew there was a huge teddy bear that honestly needed a hug, but on the outside, all that really called to you was his image. He was so hot and you hated yourself for thinking so.

“Hey - (Y/N)? Earth to (Y/N)!” Veronica was snapping in your face, and it took moments for you to realize what was going on, and that the bell had just rung. Jughead had dissapeared, and you were left with confusion, and slightly damp panties, but it was alright. Shit happens.

You shook your head and nodded quickly, looking over at her. “Sorry! I’ve got to go to class, Vee. I’ll catch you later?” Before she could reply you rushed off to your first period class, which was Social Studies - you had it with Jughead, that you knew.


Social Studies is an actual nightmare.

It starts off with Jughead sitting right next to you this time. Your teacher is neglectful enough to not care, and while teaching, Jughead keeps biting his lip and eyeing your thighs, which are not covered by anything but the cloth of your cheer uniform’s skirt. You’re trying hard to pay attention, taking notes and tapping your foot on the ground.

The thing about these desks that you’re in right now is that they are close, and all the way in the back of the room. So, inevitably, Jughead’s gonna do what he wants to you, as long as you’re okay with it. About halfway through the class, there’s a note passed to you, and you open it.

‘archie told me to do this to you. -j’

You’re even more confused, but before you can speak, Jughead’s hand is on your thigh.

Your fucking thigh.

You tense up immediately and widen your eyes, covering your mouth in order to contain a gasp. Oh my god, this is really happening. It’s really fucking happening, in the middle of Social Studies, at exactly 7:34 in the morning. Jughead’s hand is squeezing, rubbing, massaging at your skin. His hand grazes your panties and you look down, grabbing his wrist in a quick but gentle motion.

'not here. are you insane?’ Says the note that you pass back to him.

Jughead just smirks and pulls his hand away after reading it, clearing his throat.


At Lunch, it’s you, Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead. You’ve made the stupid mistake to sit next to him, and Veronica is smirking at you from across the table. It’s all so tense.

You continue to think about what happened in Social Studies and get quite squirmish in your seat, Veronica glaring at you with a knowing look on her face. “Is there something wrong, (Y/N)?” She asks, raising her brows at Jughead, who was locked into his laptop, fingers typing away, completely ignoring the discarded lunch beside him.

“Huh?” You snap out of your Jughead filled trance, and boy, was it a good trance. “Oh.. no! No, nothing’s wrong. Just thinking about that big Social Studies test coming up.”

“Is that the only thing coming in Social Studies?” Veronica purrs, causing Jughead to look up at her, his face turning pink, completely throwing his bad boy aura off.

“Veronica!” You gasp, your eyes widening with surprise. “Wh - How do you even know about that?” You break into a whisper, leaning over the table to talk to her better without anyone hearing.

“Jug told me, he figured out that I listened in on he and Archie’s convo, and he practically spilled out every naughty, sinful thing he’s ever wanted to do to you. It was quite hot, actually. You’re lucky.” She gushed, flashing a smile to Archie, who was invested in Betty at the moment, apologizing to her for some unknown reason.

You shook your head and sat back, continuing lunch in a calm silence, your thoughts filled with images of Jughead.


After school lets out, you and the rest of your group head out to Pop’s, an annual tradition for the five of you. You’re sitting next to Jughead, across from Archie, Betty, and Veronica.

Betty has her head turned with annoyance, and Archie has yet to redeem himself for whatever he’s done. Veronica is sipping lightly at a double chocolate milkshake, and Jughead is still stuck in his god damn laptop.

It’s really not fair, the way he can look so gorgeous while being nonchalant. It makes you tingle, and you still can’t believe that he wants you.

There are a couple of jocks at the table next to yours, and they’re whistling at you, calling your name and shit like that, and Jughead notices this. He grunts and immediately sets his hand on your thigh, which is visible to everyone. You squeak and smile at them, turning to Jughead. “Right now?” You whisper.

He doesn’t say anything and watches the boys leave, scowling at him and rolling their eyes. You shrug, laying back and closing your eyes.

After a few minutes of calming down, you feel a hand back on your thigh, which surprises you, causing you to open your eyes.

You soon realize that it’s Jug again, your breath hitching. Betty asks you what’s wrong, and you just shake your head, knowing about her tragic, inevitable crush on Jughead, closing your eyes once more.

Jughead chuckles quietly and lets his hand travel up into your skirt, squeezing at your skin gently. His fingers trace shapes into your hipbone and you try your hardest not to make any noise. He’s not making anything noticeable, just typing more paragraphs into whatever he was writing with one hand.

You tried so fucking hard not to do anything. And this is just the beginning. Jughead’s hand is in your panties now and beginning to explore what’s underneath, his fingers moving in a way that has you feeling like you want to melt.

Betty and Veronica don’t notice, but Archie does.

His facial expression turns from regretful to interested in a minute, and you see this, because you’ve opened your eyes yet again, laying your head on Jughead’s shoulder and nuzzling it, thighs clenching around his hand.

“You know, Jug,” Archie begins to say, “I don’t think (Y/N) is feeling too good. Should we take her home, or?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Jughead replies quickly, his hand immediately slipping out of your underwear, causing you to sigh with frustration. “Betty, Veronica, you wouldn’t mind. Would you?”

“Well, yes -” Betty starts.

“No! Not at all!” Veronica then quickly interrupts her, nudging her side and letting the three of you escape the tiny booth. “Have fun. Feel better, (Y/N). Text me later.”

Betty growls with discontent and rolls her eyes, sitting back with her arms crossed, and you can practically feel how angry she is.

You fake a cough and let the boys take you by each arm, their grips firm and wanting.

You shiver.



(okay i cannot wait for the sin anymore, we’re getting right to it. listen to Believer by Imagine Dragons if you really wanna get the vibe)

It starts off with them taking you home, slamming the door and escorting you to your room, to where Archie locked the door, and Jughead picked you up, pinning you to the wall.

You cried out when Archie began sliding your skirt down, getting to his knees and kissing at your thighs, while Jughead was working on giving you hickeys on your neck and collarbone, his thumb rubbing your chin. Your toes curled and you whimpered, gasping occasionally.

“Oh, fuck, I - I -”

“You what?” Jughead huffed, flipping your shirt off. “Get on the bed. Go.”

Strangely, the urge to obey him overcame you. Archie finished taking the rest of your clothes off, not bothering to tease you. You jumped onto the bed and layed down, Archie removing his shirt.

Jughead licked his lips and grabbed your hips, dragging you over to him. “Arch, do whatever you want.”

Archie did just that, leaning down and licking a stripe up your aching cunt, releasing a much needed moan from you. He smirked at the reaction, beginning to eat you out, while Jughead kissed at your chest, taking one of your rosy buds into his mouth and sucking.

“Ngh -”

And something in you just snapped, your submissive side coming into play so quick into the moment.

“Daddy, Daddy -” You whimper, squirming underneath the both of them.

They both stopped, Jughead’s eyebrows raising as he pulled away from you, his hand roughly grabbing your chin, thumb slowly grazing over your lower lip. “What was that, slut?”

“Daddy,” You gasp out. “Please, I need more.”

“Oh, this is fucking precious. Captain of the River Vixens, innocent, Miss Perfect, has a daddy kink? Who would’ve fuckin’ thought?” He replies, feeling himself harden even more.

Archie chuckled and went back to what he was doing, smacking your thigh and sliding two fingers into you.

“God, I bet you love to get fucked. Hm?” Jughead continued, curling his hand around your throat lightly. “Tell me. Tell me you love to get fucked.”

“I love to get fucked,” You sob out, your hole clenching around Archie’s fingers, which spread out so he could add his tongue into the mix. “I l - love to get fucked, Daddy, please..”

This is the most fun Jughead has had in a while. He’s grinning, fucking enjoying how submissive you are in this moment. It’s amazing and he knows that you’re all his, partially Archie’s. This is a great opportunity to do everything he’s ever wanted to you. “Yeah?” He leaves his thoughts. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes!” You felt your eyes start to well up with tears, legs spread for whatever would come your way. “Please!”

Jughead unbuckled his belt and set it down on the bed, slowly taking his jeans off, revealing his very satisfying bulge in his boxers, his shirt coming off as well. You noticed that his body had many bruises and scars but didn’t ask, because aside from that, he was fit, and not ugly at all.

Archie whispered something to him and they switched places, Jughead grabbing his jeans for a moment and pulling a condom out - he had come prepared. He lined himself up after sliding it on, teasing himself at your entrance.

You whimpered and felt Archie bite at your collarbones, which made you melt in all the right ways, completely vulnerable in his touch. Jughead began to slowly push in, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. “Oh - Daddy!”

“Good girl..” He purred quietly, spiraling his hips again, getting himself prepared before all but slamming into you, not waiting to go slow.

You felt literal tears rolling down your cheeks because of how good it felt, your hand curling in Archie’s hair, the other wrapping it’s fingers around his length, stroking furiously.

Archie moaned gently into your ear, moving his hand down to rub at your clit while Jughead mercilessly fucked you, biting his lip.

You spread your legs out more and bucked up, watching Archie move and place his cock on your mouth. “Suck,” He ordered, and you complied, opening your mouth and feeling him move in, completely humiliated at how much you were enjoying this. “Good girl..” He muttered, “Come on.”

You gave him what he wanted, immediately bobbing your head the best you could with the position you were in, your entire body on fire in this moment. Your tongue grazed the vein on the underside of Archie’s member, and he grunted, gripping your hair.

It’s been about fifteen minutes, and Jughead was pounding into you so hard that you were sure you were going to feel it the next day. He was moaning loudly at this point, his breathing uneven and harsh. “I’m so close,” He panted. “Holy fuck, Archie, she’s so good..”

Archie pulled you off of his cock and stroked himself, nodding. “She really is, Jug. Oh, my god, I’m gonna cum. You’re such a good girl, (Y/N), aren’t you? Look at me. Stick your tongue out.”

You obeyed him and clenched around Jughead, whining out in desperation. “Daddy - fuck, Daddy, I’m so close, yeah..”

Archie was very vocal when he came, hot spurts of him streaking out onto your cheek and your tongue, and you got as much of it into your mouth as you could, gasping. “Mm!”

Jughead, who’s noises should have been fucking illegal because they were so hot, came at the exact same time, his whine broken and amazing as he threw his head back and spilled into the condom, his hips jerking even closer into you. “Fuck - (Y/N)..”

And finally, you came, which was very rare because guys were never good enough. Your legs wrapped around Jughead’s lower body as you arched your back, taking in a deep breath, “Daddy -! Fuuuck..”

The three of you layed there for god knows how long, just breathing heavily and calming down. It was all so intense.

“(Y/N)..” Jughead murmurs, pulling out and cleaning himself up, tossing the condom into a nearby wastebin in your room. “Do you smoke?”

“I have before, why?” You reply.

“Can we do that? Right now? It would be such a good way to end the night, babe.” Jughead asks, going through your drawers, grabbing a small gram of what seemed to be marijuana, which was conveniently set next to a unopened pack of the paper for blunts.

You nod, smiling and quickly rolling three joints up, grabbing a lighter from your night stand.

And then, you smoked, it took a while to finish completely, but after you did, you were high, and cuddling Jughead, in the best fucking mood ever. Archie was snoring on the other side of the bed, and honestly, you wouldn’t have this day any other way.

Jughead slipped his serpent jacket on and blew some smoke into your face, giggling and wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. “You were really good.” He told you, licking his lips. “Like, really good. And I rarely ever tell anyone that.”

“Thank you..” You cooed, kissing at his jaw. “I’m gonna give you a bunch of hickeys for everyone to see tomorrow.”

And that you did.


The next day at school, Archie and Jughead are clinging to you. They sit next to you in class, in the courtyard, at your locker, and at lunch. Jughead is littered in hickeys and you kind of love it.

Every girl is jealous of you in this moment, especially when they see you get fucking escorted to class by both of them, and you realize just how lucky you are.

“Okay - we’ll see you at Pop’s?” Archie asks at the end of the day, running a hand through his soft hair.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Okay, good. Jughead, are you gonna go with her?”

Jughead nods and grabs your hand, pecking it. The gesture is sweet and you feel your heart start to warm up, a blush coming up to greet your cheeks. You giggle uncontrollably, and look over at him. Jughead says his goodbyes to Archie, and then squeezes your hand. “You ready, doll?”

“Yes,” You laugh. “Daddy.”


god this took me like a WEEK AND A HALF to finish oh my fucking god hey hi i’m sorry i am LATE but i really put a lot of effort into making this good! i love u all and honestly i’m not even gonna try with a/n’s anymore

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Olicity Fic Rec (Part 1)

Hey everybody! I have been wanting to do a fic rec for a while, but I haven’t been able to find the time to do it. Luckily now that school and finals are over, I finally can! I kinda tried to organize this fic rec by categories and stuff and I got really carried away lol, but I hope you enjoy!

SOME OF MY FAVORITE FICS (Not necessarily recent fics, just fics I LOVE (not all of my favorites bc we’d be here for days), and for the recent fics that are also my favorites, I put them in the recent section):


Sportsmanlike Conduct by @mogirl97: Overall one of my favorite sports AU’s! It has both fluff and angst, and I literally couldn’t stop reading it! I originally read it when it first came out, and each update made me so happy! Not to mention, hockey is literally my favorite sport (and I may or may not be a Flyers super fan) so this fic was especially fun to read! It all begins in college, when Felicity meets Oliver Queen, a handsome and talented hockey player! They hit it off immediately, and their relationship is so good, but of course, things get in the way! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND! Such an amazing fic!!

Times Like These by @anthfan: I REREAD THIS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING (i literally just re-read it and finished it before I started making this post)! If you have free time, go read this fic, and if you don’t have free time, drop what you’re doing, make time, and go read this fic! This fic is so good, and all of Oliver and Felicity’s interactions are so well done. I actually only came across this story a few months ago, and I am so mad I didn’t find it sooner, but now that I have read it, I can’t stop reading it over and over! It begins with Felicity’s stalker and cousin, Nate, coming back into her life, and of course, Oliver and Dig doing everything they can to protect her. SO GOOD. SO SO SO SO GOOD. I’m not gonna lie, this fic made me cry, and I rarely ever cry, so that should tell you how AMAZING this fic is!

The Firebird by @supersillyanddorky06: Am I gonna rec every single one of Matty’s fics? Yes. And the Firebird is NO EXCEPTION! This fic was recently finished (ending was super amazing) and if you’re looking for an amazing, riveting fic to read, go READ IT RIGHT NOW! I literally would not put this fic down when I first read it, and everytime I go back and re-read it, I read it from start to finish because its SO GOOD(lol the amount of HW i’ve been able to complete has gone way down since I started reading matty’s fics). This fic is an Al-Sahim story, but has Oliver in Felicity’s house every night, not saying a word, and watching Tv with her, after Felicity finds Oliver about to kill someone one night. Basically, Oliver starts seeking Felicity after that night, and you’ll have to see what happens! Honestly tho, I don’t know how to describe this fic (it’s too amazing to put into words), so just go READ IT!

Forever is Composed of Nows by @dust2dust34 and @so-caffeinated: I’m pretty sure everyone has read this fic, but that’s because it’s only the best thing to ever exist! I read this fic a while ago, but lost it, and when I found it again, not only was it completed, but there was a SEQUEL and I SCREAMED OUT LOUD BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY! Such a good fic, and as a person who doesn’t even like children, I fell in love with Ellie Queen (believe me that is saying a lot, like i hate kids, but this story made me absolutely love Ellie) ! This fic has so much amazing fluff, and good angst, and just a wonderful wonderful plot. I love having the Queen fam in it, and every single chapter is just so good. It begins with Ellie Queen, Oliver and Felicity’s daughter, being brought into the past to escape Zoom, when Felicity and Oliver are not together, and haven’t even accepted their feelings for each other. SO GOOD. Such a great idea for a fic, that was made into a beautiful story, and I love it so much!

With our Backs to the Wall (Darkness will Fall) by @theirhappystory: ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES LIKE I CAN’T EXPLAIN GUYS ITS SO SO GOOD!! I am the biggest sucker for Army AU’s and age differences and this fic touches upon both of those and does it so well. Every single moment in this fic I absolutely love, and I really can’t put into words how good it is. You have to read it. You just have to. It starts with Oliver returning from war, coming back to a home with Felicity, who is looking much different and more mature then when he lost saw her. Oliver struggles with keeping his feelings and thoughts in check, and it is GLORIOUS! GO READ IT! I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO SO MUCH!

Or Forever Hold Your Peace by @katanabaabe: Such an incredibly angsty and beautiful fic, that you won’t be able to put down! I came across this fic a long time ago, and I am still just as obsessed with it now as I was then. I loved how this story was done, and I loved the way that Oliver and Felicity’s relationship plays out. I LOVE ANGST, and this fic had such well done angst it was impossible to put down. It begins with Oliver comforting Felicity after she is very upset over what happened with her fiancé, Ray Palmer, and things escalate. Such a good fic!

Where There’s Smoak There’s Fire by FelOllie @littlered-sourwolf: THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING FIC! I have re read this story countless times, and I think it gets better each time. I love, love, love, the way Felicity and Oliver’s friendship plays out, with tons of sexual tension and teasing, and the angst (oh my god the angst is so good guys) all just is written together so beautifully you have to go read it! It begins with Oliver and Felicity, five years after the count took her, being the best of friends. I don’t want to spoil too much, but all I can say is READ IT because you will not regret it! Amazing amazing story!


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Like That

University AU

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Language? Lightly smutty

Word Count: 3, 475

Summary: The reader is friends with benefits with Peter 


A/N: I’ve been obsessed with this song for a while and listening to it just sparked the idea for this piece. It’s not so much an AU as it is a few years in the future and I wanted to explore the friends with benefits dynamic with Peter Parker because it seems out of character for him but not impossible. I actually started writing this a few months ago but didn’t get around to finishing it until 3am this morning. Hopefully it turned out okay!

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Originally posted by dailytomholland

Like That by Rytmeklubben

Peter Parker and I went to the same high school and were sort of friends but really only became close once we started university. We had a few classes together, being in the same program and all, so I was glad to see a familiar face in the intimidating large classes full of people who were just as smart, if not smarter than us.

University is tough, especially when you’re constantly trying to keep the city a safe place all the while keeping your GPA up. Classes being much more fast-paced than high school took a toll on him. He was so busy that he started falling behind on some of the course material which is when we started studying together a lot. I helped him catch up, he learned quick. He was really good at problem solving and understanding complex math problems, so we helped each other out. With all the time we spent together on breaks, taking turns grabbing coffees and muffins for each other before a class or work, not to mention hours of studying, we became pretty close.

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before you start a war (you better know what you’re fighting for)

Percy had been expecting pizza.

He was right in the middle of two shifts and starving beyond belief, so excuse him for not being friendlier when he opened the door and two disgruntled looking strangers were staring back at him instead of cheese and pepperoni.

Strange people bothering you at inconvenient times was a staple of New York life, but he wasn’t in the mood for a lecture about the true faith or the endless benefits to being vegan.

The wheelchair ridden man and blond girl in front of him were not people he’d met before and the intensity of the man’s gaze was unsettling

“Uh―” he fixated on the graying face directly in front of him, grasping for the easiest way to end this interaction. “Jehovah’s Witnesses usually have more success next door,” he said, before pushing the door shut with his hand.

Usually, this signalled that he could go on with his day, but a hand jetted out and stopped his door from fully closing, and even the accompanying thud sounded foul tempered. He groaned and considered going for his mother’s stash of pepper spray until he saw the man’s well meaning smile. His face was fraught with the type of wrinkles people get from smiling, and retrospectively he probably shouldn’t have slammed the door in the face of an old guy in a wheelchair.

“Percy Jackson?” he ventured “My name is Chiron, and I’d like you on my team.”

That was not something he had been expecting. Part of him wanted to shove the door shut again and move on, but something about the earnest expression on Chiron’s face was hard to avoid.

“You know, there are more efficient ways of inducting people into your cults. Maybe try for a shiny brochure next time.”

A disbelieving scoff cut through the bemused silence Chiron offered him. Percy’s gaze moved to the girl leaning against the bannister opposite him. She was wearing massive sunglasses with some college sweatshirt his dyslexia prevented him from recognizing, and was looking at him with thinly veiled disgust.

“Chiron, I told you this was a waste of―” her voice cut off as Chiron placed his hand on her shoulder. Something about the way she shook her golden curls out in irritation seemed inexplicably familiar. Her face was still furrowed at him like he was something she found on the bottom of her shoe. He had been dealing with being looked down upon all his life, but for her to march up to his door in order to recruit him for whatever and still maintain her self-righteous attitude was beyond grating. Perhaps Chiron was more observant than Percy gave him credit for, because his interruption was the only thing that stopped Percy from offering a few choice words about where she could stick her superiority complex.

“Contrary to popular belief, Olympus University isn’t a cult. Neither is our exy team.”

Maybe this was some cruel dream, because there was no way in hell someone showed up at his apartment to talk about an Ivy League college. He took a gap year and was working two jobs just to save up for tuition at community college. Olympus University was legendary. It was the type of place someone like him would never enter, unless he was hired to clean it. Their exy team, the Spartans, had been plastered across every major sports channel for the last couple months. They were a consistent team, who rose consistently in the rankings for the last couple of years, and the addition of two first draft strikers last year was supposed to guarantee them a spot in the championship. There had been some drama that he hadn’t cared enough to pay attention to that derailed their chances, and they were disqualified. Not a single sportscaster thought that they’d be able to recover, neither did most fans. Some people even thought that they would be demoted to Class II. Showing up here and asking him to join their team was proof of exactly how desperate they were.

“How did you even find me?” he asked “I’m pretty sure my high school exy coach didn’t send tapes to colleges.”

“He didn’t have to. Your statistics speak for themselves.”

Percy would be lying if he pretended he wasn’t flattered. There was a point during high school where exy was the centerpoint of his life. Some of his friends even thought he was good enough to go pro one day. His subpar inner city school switched coaches right before his senior year, and Mrs. Dodds was quick to remind him that professional athletes didn’t have learning disabilities or struggle to pay rent. He knew that no colleges received letters of recommendation or tapes of him playing, and an athletic scholarship would have been his only shot at continuing his education.

“Blondie’s right.” he admitted “You’re wasting your time. College isn’t something I can afford.”

Chiron raised an eyebrow at that and took a thick enrollment packet out of his leather bag. Even its glossy pages looked too high class for Percy.

“We’re offering you a full scholarship. All you have to do to qualify is sign on with the Spartans as a striker through graduation.”

Percy almost choked. “You’re not serious.”

“Unfortunately, we are.” the blonde girl’s voice was clear and defiant and it was startling how easily the sound of it filled him with irritation. “And that’s not all you have to do. If you’re playing with me, you aren’t going to half ass this.”

“Annabeth, enough,” Chiron scolded, “Try to refrain from scaring him off, please.”

“Wait. You’re Annabeth Chase?” his voice sounded incredulous even to his own ears and if the flush that began to spread across her face was anything to go by, that wasn’t a good sign. He probably should have surmised this sooner, but the girl in front of him was wearing ratty clothes and looked like she hadn’t slept in a month. Annabeth Chase was a legend. The Princess of Exy. In interviews she always was dressed to perfection and was so confident he always imagined her with a tiara. The Annabeth Chase in front of him had all the bravado that was always advertised, but she seemed broken and exhausted.

He didn’t miss the way her fists clenched after that comment, and the smile she shot him as she pushed her sunglasses up to her hairline was downright terrifying.

“This season is more important than you can comprehend,” she ground out, “If you’re on my court you play by my rules. Don’t sign on just because it’s an out.”

Her eyes met his in a silent challenge, and he swore to himself that he would do this, just to wipe that condescending look off her face.

“Trust me, princess. I can handle anything you throw at me.” Perhaps it was the inner six year old in him, but he swore he heard cheering when she flicked her eyes away from his.

He grabbed the enrollment packet from Chiron’s outstretched hands.

“When can I start?”

AN: i wrote something!! and it’s messy and gross and i now realize that im horrible at writing anything more than 200 words, but it’d be super cool if you left me constructive criticism i think i might want to stick with this au??

+ thank you so much to @hauntedmonmouth @fykxs and @dademigods for prereading this

Cosplayer AU cot’d

Yuuri attends Otakon every year after that, in handmade costumes that he never enters. Not even for hall contest judging. He notes times and dates for group photoshoots for the popular series and blends into them, not ever trying to stick out.

He learns more and more, taking sewing courses as electives in high school to get better and improve. They let him bring his cosplays for his projects, his teacher always so intrigued by the reference photos.

In an art class, he meets a boy named Phichit. Phichit is like, insane, at sculpting, casting, and even welding. He’s also super into anime and manga, and he begins attending Otakon with Yuuri when they get old enough to drive themselves. They spend their weekends together crafting—Phichit makes the props, Yuuri sews the outfits. 

It’s a great partnership, and they start getting noticed by the community.

When they turn 17, they enter the hall contest for the first time as Kurogane and Fai D. Flowright from TRC. It’s an image CLAMP made for Chapter 204—they’re in outfits based on historical samurai gear. Phichit cafted the bow, sword, and armor, while Yuuri sewed and styled the wigs. 

“Stop panicking,” Phichit says with a poke as they wait their turn.

“I’m fine,” Yuuri fires back.

They’re close enought to see the judges—and…oh god. One of them is Chris Giacometti, who is mostly a photographer now. One is Mila Babicheva, who was on their WCS team the year before with Sara Crispino. They won the Brother prize, which they said was pleasing. 

The third is Yuuri’s idol, his raison d’etre for this hobby, why he can sew and style fake hair like it’s his job.

He cut his hair last year to the chagrin of the community, saying he wanted to branch out away from the light haired pretty boys with long locks after he did the Yoshitaka Amano version of Vampire Hunter D. Here he sits dressed as Nagisa Kaworu in his full plugsuit. 

Yuuri isn’t fond of Shinji, but he’s never wished to cosplay him more.

Phichit digs his knuckles into Yuuri’s back, forcing him to the table.

Chris raises an eyebrow—he’s in a comfortable outfit, undoubtedly changing for the masquerade, and he has glasses on. Mila is Fujiko Mine. “So,” begins, “KuroFai. Can we see your references?”

Phichit hands her a binder. It’s not just references—it’s progress shots of all the construction with them visibly in frame so there’s no doubt about the construction. The judges make various impressed murmurs. 

“May I see your seams?” Victor asks with a smile. He has red contacts in, and it’s not bad, but Yuuri’s seen him pictures out of cosplay with his natural eye color. It’s a lot prettier.

Yuuri holds out the long sleeve, turning it inside out. Victor runs his fingers over it with a serious look in his eyes. He turns back to Yuuri and he stares a little too long before smiling. “Your work is lovely…almost completely perfect. Are you at FIDM or FIT? Oh wait—you must go to SCAD of course!”

“Uh,” Yuuri begins. “I’m a high school senior. I just take a lot of home ec.”

Victor’s eyes widen. “High school?” 

Mila and Chris both look at them with greater interest. 

Phichit takes over with a bright grin and the V sign. “Yup! We graduate right before next year’s con! We spent all year on these, though, because we figured better to do it well than to rush! Plus sourcing the fabrics was a pain, ask Yuuri!”

“Um, well,” Yuuri coughs. “Mood sells online. So it’s not…not terrible? And we went to Rockville to G Street…they had good choices, too.”

“G Street is where I go,” Victor says with a grin. “Love them. On a first name basis with the entire staff. Take classes sometimes…curious I’ve never come across you!” He bites his bottom lip while looking at Yuuri, then he recalls Phichit is his partner. “Either of you.”

Chris snorts and gives Victor the sideye over Mila. Mila shakes her head, then turns back to her job. “May I?” she asks. Phichit hands her the bow. “Hm, surprisingly unburdensome,” she begins as she touches it. “No visible lines or seams, flawless paint…you spent hours sanding this, didn’t you?”

“I marathoned Champloo,” Phichit admits with a shrug. “Twice.”

Chris laughs, heartily and happily. “Yeah, you know, when I made my Kefka, I went through a few seasons of Yu Yu Hakusho.”

Phichit laughs. “Then you get me!”

Mila laughs too, but Victor’s eyes haven’t strayed from Yuuri. Yuuri notices, and gives him a quizzical look that may be slightly bitchy since he flies blind in costume. “Do you have a social media account or webpage?” Victor asks. 

“Uh—no,” Yuuri manages. “This is the first one I’m proud of, honestly.”

“You should, I’d like to see more of your work,” Victor says as he checks the entry form. He scans it and sees their names with their characters. “Katsuki Yuuri,” he reads.

Phichit is giving him a look but Yuuri flushes and nods. “Um, yes. That’s me. We’ll set up a site…soon. Um…”

A volunteer taps Victor and points at the ten or so entrants behind them. “Oh! Yes!” Victor grins. “Well, thank you both.”

“Thank you,” Mila and Chris chime in unison.

“Thank YOU,” Phichit replies as he bodily steers Yuuri away. He gives Yuuri a judgmental raised eyebrow that Yuuri pretends he doesn’t see.

They went to the Starbucks on the third floor of the convention center and wait in the hellish line for cold drinks. They’ve barely paid and had their first sips when an excitable boy with a DSLR screams and runs to them. The boy has blonde and red dyed hair and he insists on doing a photoshoot right that second on the garden and fountain area of the BCC. 

It takes like…elventy hours and others take their pictures too in various fighting stances. (A few ask for…pandering shots, but since Phichit and Yuuri can read search results for Kuro and Fai, they anticipated this. Somewhat awkward since just buds, but not a shock.)

When the light fades, they head to the Pratt Street Pavilion and eat a nice (they’re kids) dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. Yuuri almost drowns in cucumber lemonade and Phichit insists on them sharing their cheesecakes. 

They manage to get back in time for the Masquerade and they get decent seats. A lot of the skits are okay, some are outright just awful, but there’s no clear perfection like when Victor competed. Yuuri reminds himself of his goal—Best in Show at Otakon, just like Victor. 

He’s not there yet, but he will be.

Halftime happens, and the music video winners are shown. Then it’s time for the Hall Contest winners. Yuuri’s palms and forehead drip sweat. Phichit holds his hand, no less nervous than Yuuri but better at pretending otherwise.

Kids then novices, which is their category, and nothing. Journeymen, Master. Best of Friday, Best of Saturday. Nothing. Yuuri and Phichit exchange sad looks, but they don’t complain. They’re smart—next time, they’ll do better.

Victor takes the mic. “Best of the Weekend was something special, especially for first time entrants! Everything was flawless from the sewing to the prop making…entry number #53, Kurogane and Fai from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles!”

Yuuri freezes like a statue as Phichit jumps up with a loud shout. He tries to drag Yuuri to the stage, but Yuuri can’t budge. “Dude,” Phichit says. with disbelief all over his face.

“Oh!” Yuuri realizes. He stumbles, and they walk up the stage stairs. Flashbulbs blind both of them as they’re given room to pose for photographs. Occasionaly they change position, and it ultimately lasts a solid ten minutes. Phichit accepts the trophy and prizes with a bright grin, shaking the hand of each judge. 

Yuuri almost forgets himself, and follows suit. “Good job,” Mila says with a grin, now dressed as Hyakurin from Blade of the Immortal.

“Well done!” adds Chris with a big pat on his shoulder. Chris is Saya from Blood+. It’s a good look.

Victor is Sebastian from Black Butler, and Yuuri swallows. Victor’s eyes light up, and instead of a handshake, he pulls Yuuri into a hug. “I want to see what you do next,” he whispers. 

Yuuri’s cheeks turn red, and he clears his throat. “Okay.”

Victor’s smile fills the room, and it’s all Yuuri sees, even on the drive home as Phichit talks a mile a minute about how next time they’ll go even bigger.

“This is my boyfriend Dan, by the way” || Dan Howell

A/N: This was a really nice request I go, thanks for that. Also the title is a little bit different. Have a nice weekend! 

Word Count: 1.5K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by shinyphan

It all started on a Saturday morning. I was sitting on the breakfast table by myself. I munched on some toast and checked my emails, like I do it every morning. A cup of hot black coffee was cooling off next to my laptop that was in front of me.

All of the new messages were mostly spam and some business stuff but one email in particular caught my eye. As soon as I saw the title I instantly clicked on it:

“High School Reunion”

Suddenly I was filled with excitement and resentment at the same time.

As my eyes scanned the invite over and over again I heard Dan enter the kitchen. He was wearing his pyjama that consisted of boxers and a loose t-shirt and his hair was a curly mess that still managed to look good.

We had been best friends for years now and shared a flat together in London. Dan noticed my startled expression and immediately asked what the matter was with me.  

My eyes were still glued to the words ‘Partners are welcome as well’ as I answered him.  That sentence alone made me want to not go.

“I was just sent an invite to a high school reunion.” I explained while taking a sip from my coffee.

The dark liquid was still hot and nicely warmed my throat.

Dan yawned and poured some of his favourite cereal into a bowl.

“Why do you look like you were invited to a funeral then?” he asked me confused, as he added the milk and sat down on the table next to me.

“It’s says we should bring our partners and I don’t want to show up alone.” I sighed, the taste of coffee was still lingering on my tongue. It was as bittersweet as I felt right now.

Dan put his spoon, that he was eating his cereal with, down to eye me intensively.

“Why don’t you want to go there on your own?” he asked me, cocking one eyebrow.

I felt myself getting a little bit nervous and abashed. I played with my hands and sighed.  

“I always got teased because I didn’t date a single guy during high school. I kinda promised myself that by the time the first reunion comes around I would have a boyfriend.” I admitted embarrassed and tried to hide my flushed face behind my hair.

There suddenly was a hint of a smile on his lips but it only lasted a few milliseconds.

“Forget it, it’s stupid.” I quickly told him, shaking my head eagerly. I half-heartedly laughed about myself as I hid my face in my hands.

“It’s definitely not stupid, Y/N. If it means so much to you then I could go with you, Y/N” Dan whispered as he gave me a short but warm hug.

“Really?” I asked him in surprise. Was he really suggesting that?

“I’d do quite a lot to make you happy, even pretend to be your boyfriend.” He smiled down at me as I whispered a sincere ‘thank you’ against his broad chest.

We were that kind of best friends that everybody mistook for a couple anyway. We were pretty affectionate towards each other, in a platonic way of course. Making it look like we were in a relationship was therefore not a very challenging task.

I was still nervous though when I got dressed the following Friday. I wanted to make an impression. I wanted people to look at me and think ‘wow, she really made it.’ I wanted to prove all of those people who never saw my potential in high school wrong.  

“It’s just your friends from high school, Y/N.” Dan tried to calm me down as he walked in with his car keys in his hands.

I obviously didn’t grow up in central London, where our flat was, but in a small town about an hour away.

“I had like 4 close friends in high school, Dan.” I reminded him laughing.

I never tried to be popular or fit in, I found 4 wonderful friends and that was totally enough for me. My high school times were therefore quite drama free except for the fact that I was occasionally made fun of and told that I would stay single forever, of course.

We left our shared flat and drove to the place where we were going to meet up.

As soon as we got out of the car again, Dan automatically took my hand as if it was a totally normal thing to do. I looked up at him in surprise and stared at him with wide eyes until I caught on to what was happening.

We were here together, Dan was the ‘partner’ I brought along with me.

“Ohh” I mouthed, feeling a little blush make its way onto my cheeks. I hadn’t really thought about that.

I shot Dan a nervous look before we walked into the restaurant together where most of my old classmates were already waiting for everybody to arrive.

He reassuringly intertwined our fingers, making me smile.

I saw a lot of familiar faces, some hadn’t changed at all, some changed a lot. I didn’t stay in touch with anybody from high school, so I hadn’t seen anyone in almost 10 years.

“Hey Everyone!” I greeted all of them cheerfully.

Their heads turned and they eagerly eyed Dan and I up and down.

“Y/N Y/L/N is that you?” Kimberly, who had always been the straight A student, asked.

“Yeah, it’s me. C’mon I haven’t changed that much, have I? This is my boyfriend Dan, by the way.”

The last sentence felt weird and at the same time so… natural? Dan’s face beamed as the word ‘boyfriend’ left my mouth and I couldn’t hold back a sweet smile either. He said his greetings as well before we sat down at the huge table.

After everyone had arrived we ordered some drinks and started chatting. Everybody was asked to talk about what they have been up to since we all finished high school.

Then it was suddenly my turn.  

“Well… I work as a lawyer for Youtube and me and Dan live in London now.” I told everybody.

Most people seemed impressed by the words Youtube, London and lawyer. Our home town was quite small and boring. London on the other hand being a beautiful big city sounded exciting.

“You studied law?” Somebody asked and I nodded.

“Yes, at Manchester University, that’s where I met Dan.” I smiled up at my tall ‘boyfriend’.

“So, are you a lawyer as well, Daniel?” Stacy, one of our former cheerleaders asked.

Dan was definitely getting some attention from the female part of our group. I protectively placed my hand on his thigh to show everyone that he was with me… which he actually wasn’t.

In reaction, he showed me his famous half smirk, as if he were saying ‘jealous much?’. I rolled my eyes at him but we both knew that he was right deep down.

“I’m not.” Dan laughed at the thought. “I finished like one semester before I dropped out. I’m a Youtuber now. That’s how me and Y/N met again.”

I could tell that Dan was feeling awkward once again because he didn’t know if people understood his profession.

Luckily though most people did and were now really interested in what Dan was doing.

He was asked all sorts of questions, and most of the conversations were focused on the two of us now since everybody treated Dan like he was a super famous celebrity and those were extremely rare in my old hometown.

I was very proud of Dan while he explained his job and passion. He then talked about me and how we met and it that honestly made my heart melt. Could this really be? Who knew that I had feelings like that for my best friend? Everybody but us two probably.

“Who would have thought that you Y/N, out of all people, would hit the jackpot.” Stacy uttered completely stunned and barely able to keep her eyes off Dan.

“Nah, I feel like I was the one who hit the jackpot.” he softly said, while looking at me with loving eyes. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as some people around us ‘awwed’.

“Dan, stop it.” I whined smiling and gently hit his chest before I leaned my head against his broad shoulder. We were behaving like two lovey dovey teenagers, which we, let’s be real, probably really were.  

“You two are perfect for each other.” Kimberly swooned like some of Dan’s fans on tumblr.

Dan and I’s gazes met as we both blushed.

“We are.” Dan whispered into my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

Where She Went


pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup before they both left oakland. four years have passed and fate (and a well-timed cello concert) bring them face-to-face.

warnings: swearing. that’s really it.

word count: 2,504

a/n: day three of @hamwriters write-a-thon is lit day :-) based on the novel “where she went” by gayle forman which is actually a sequel to “if i stay” but i do what i want. this is in Daveed’s POV because the original book is in the guy’s POV, and i’m planning on posting a second part on POV day so be on the lookout for that. okay love u happy reading

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying with us today and enjoy your time in the Big Apple.”

Daveed unclips his seatbelt as the other passengers begin to file off the plane, standing to grab his carry-on from the overhead compartment. It’s the only bag he packed, because he’s only in the city for 24 hours. Tour starts in two days, and his manager had all but physically forced him onto the plane to NYC.

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Jeff Atkins x Reader- One Dance

Hey guys! So this is @thirteenreasonsfics again, writing for a request by @nicole1211. Thanks for sending in your request, Nicole! I’ve made a few edits here and there to what you wanted, just to make the story a bit more cohesive. I hope you like it!

“Shoot!” Tony said, and grinned when you sent the ball sailing through the hoop. It was all net.

He came up to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders as you fist pumped.

“You’re getting better at this, Y/N. Someday you may even beat me.”

You rolled your eyes shrugging him off, and went for another shot. Swoosh. Scored.

“Please, Padilla. I’ve been beating you at this since pre-school.”

He stuck his tongue out and headed to pick up his stuff. You and Tony had been best friends since middle school, when he came and complimented you on your obscure band tshirt. You had been a typical angsty indie kid long before people got into it at high school, and for a while, Tony had been the only other kid that got it. You had spent every Friday night together for as long as you remembered, playing basketball and then getting pizza from Antonio’s afterward, and you had always gone to each other when you needed help, or support, or just a break from the stress of high school life.

 "Where to?“ he asked, knowing full well that you would end up getting pizza like you always did.

 "Let’s see,” you pretended to think it over. “Does Nobu sound good to you? Maybe the Hard Rock Café?”

 He smirked, pulling the doors to his car open.

 "Antonio’s it is.“


“And then Clay was still too chicken to ask Hannah out,” Tony said, finishing up the last of his pepperoni. “It’s obvious she likes him. He’s just a wimp.”

You laughed, and then straightened up as Jeff Atkins came through the door, flanked by Zach Dempsey and Justin Foley.

“Wh-” Tony began, and then saw Jeff. “Oh. So it’s him you like.”

“I do not,” you said, still staring at Jeff as he crashed into a booth and said something that made Justin crack up. “He’s just a nice guy.”

“A nice guy,” he said, eyebrows raised. “I’m a nice guy. You don’t stare at me like that when I walk into the room.”

You rolled your eyes and gestured to a waitress for the check.

“You’re gay. It wouldn’t make any difference even if did stare at you.”

“Touche,” Tony said, paying his half. “Why don’t you ask Jess for help? Haven’t you two been close since she joined Liberty?”

“Jess does not understand the word ‘subtle’,” you replied, sliding out of the booth. “If I told her she would just yell it at Justin and all the guys. With a megaphone.”

He laughed.

“Can’t say you’re wrong. Anyway, I should go. My dad needs help at the garage. I’ll call you?”



The next morning, you were lying on your bed with your history books spread out in front of you, trying to study Stalinist policy but actually just wasting time watching Netflix. Just as you were about to click the next episode of Stranger Things-

“Incoming call from Tony,” your phone buzzed, and you picked it up.


“Sh- n pdnean,” came the sound of muffled talking from the other side. 

“Tony?” you asked again, loudly. It looked like he’d butt dialed you.

Just as you were about to hang up, the voices over the line cleared, until you could faintly make out what was being said.

“So I can’t tell her, but I think I like her, man,” you heard Jeff say, and your heart sank. You knew he’d like someone else. 

“What if you just tell her?” you heard Tony ask. “She might feel the same..”

“No, man,” Jeff said. “Y/N is so out of my league. I don’t want to get rejected.”

“You won-” Tony began to say, but then the line went dead. You could hardly believe your ears. Jeff Atkins liked you?!


For the next couple days, Tony avoided you like the plague. He hardly spoke to you in the hallways, and whenever you tried to bring the subject up he was immediately busy with some project or homework.

“Tony. Freaking. Padilla,” you said, finally cornering him at the end of the week near the bicycle racks. “You tell me what’s going on or I swear I will shove a freaking bicycle chain-”

“Easy,” he said, laughing. “I’ll pick you up at eight tonight, ok. Mamá wants you over for this big family barbeque tonight at my house.”

“It’s been ages since one of those,” you said, Jeff temporarily forgotten. “I’ll be there.”


At eight sharp that night, Tony rolled up in that half-broken Mustang of his, music blaring. You were in jeans and a tshirt, but you’d actually bothered to put on some makeup and tame your messy hair. 

“Get in,” Tony said, but your mouth went dry when you saw who was in the front seat. 

“Jeff,” you said faintly, as he looked equally surprised to see you. “You.. you know the Padillas?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he said. “My dad knew Tony’s since they were kids. My whole family will be there.”

“Right,” you smiled, and gave Tony a look. What was he planning?


At the Padilla’s, Mrs. Padilla came rushing out when she saw you, pulling you in for a hug.

“Y/N,” she said, smiling as she looked at you. “You look beautiful, sweetheart. Muy hermoso.”

You grinned.

“Gracias, Mrs. Padilla,” you replied, and then laughed as a crowd of Tony’s nephews and nieces came over to hug you. “Hey, Marya. Hi, Roberto.”

“Jeff!” Marya squealed, running over to hug the boy.

You grinned as you saw him pick her up and spin her around and high five the younger boy.

“We need some music for this, si?” Alvaro, Tony’s older brother asked, turning up the stereo to play an upbeat, cute song. “We will dance.”

Soon, the whole room was dancing away, laughing as people bumped into each other or mis-stepped. You danced with Alvaro first, then Tony, and finally, you ended up facing Jeff. 

“Looks like it’s our turn, Y/N,” he said, and spun you around. “Hope you can keep up.”

“I could out-dance you anytime, Atkins,” you said, suddenly brave, and tried out one of the harder moves. He gave a low whistle, impressed.

“Someone’s been practicing,” he said, and grinned as the music switched to something slower and softer. “Seriously, though, Y/N. You’re really good at this.”

You grinned. Had Jeff Atkins just complimented you?

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you told him as you two danced your way around the room. 

“You look beautiful,” Jeff blurted out, and then turned red. “God, I didn’t mean to actually say that. I mean, you do. But I wasn’t trying to sound like-. I give up.”

You grinned as he looked at you sheepishly.

“Why thank you. Mr. Atkins,” you replied, and looked him over. “Could say the same for you.”

“You know,” he said, spinning you around, “that’s the first time I’ve been called beautiful.”

You laughed. 

“I’ll call you beautiful again if you buy me hot chocolate from Monet’s.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you asking me out, Y/N?” he asked, but then shook his head. “Wait. Why am I not jumping at the opportunity?”

You shrugged, as Tony gave you a look from across the room.

“Thursday, after school?”

He grinned.

“It’s a date,” he said, and then moved away from you after giving you one last smile as Marya came running up. “It’s been a pleasure dancing with you, Y/N, but I’ve got to make time for my best girl now.”

You laughed, as Jeff bent down to take Marya’s hand and spun her around as she giggled.

Tony came up to you, eyebrows raised.

“Am I not the greatest?”

You turned to him.

“Tony Padilla,” you said, nodding. “You are the greatest.”

By @thirteenreasonsfics

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Valentine’s Pity Rose [fic]

Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! I hope everyone had a wonderful day, and I hope this fic makes it a little better!

This was written for @percyyoulittleshit  who gave me the prompt:  “So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Party?” I hope it lives up to your standards, Mari! 


“So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Day party?”

Annabeth sighed. Honestly, it sounded terrible when you said it that way. Well, she guessed that it would probably sound horrible any way you said it.

“Yes,” she snapped, tapping her foot against the sidewalk. “You just have to come to the party with me. We only have to stay for a few hours.”

Percy was silent as he considered. He was loading his band equipment into the back of his Jeep. Annabeth had seen him outside when she got home from track practice, which is when she decided to cross the street to his house and solicit his help.

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Young!FP Jones/Riverdale imagines - Small towns Part 2

Originally posted by mcgowaniac

AN: I was meant to post this yesterday but got a bit day drunk and couldn’t edit it to be ready for yesterday so I apologise about that! Here it is anyways…

Overall Summary: Being the new girl is hard when all the attention seems to be drawing back to you even when you’re determined to stay under the radar. 

Pairing: FP Jones x reader, Alice x FP, Alice x Hal, Fred x Hermione, Fred x Mary, Hermione x Hiram, basically a lot goes on in this fic

Word count: 1,383

Warnings: None

“Hey, can I help?” You asked, taking the pen from your hair. 

“Yes, you can.” The boy smirked. “You’re the new girl, right?”

You felt your cheeks flush slightly but you tried to play it off cool. 

“Yeah, moved here yesterday, now what can I get ya?” You asked, flipping open your notebook to the first blank page. 

“How about your name?” He asked. You lazily pointed at your name badge and he smiled. 

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Not her (Zach Dempsey, 13 Reasons)

~hello, this is a Drabble challenge request that I just found. This is very long, but I got so much inspiration I just couldn’t stop writing, please request ❤️~

There were a lot of reasons why you didn’t talk to many people at your school anymore. Some, you never really wanted to be talking to in the first place. Some, weren’t the people you thought they were. And some, some you just had no excuse for cutting off, it was just easier than maintaining a friendship. After Hannah Baker died, everything seemed surface level. Nothing seemed like it was even remotely important. The funny thing was, you weren’t even that close with her. But that was what you had learned from her death. One person you still talked to was Skye. She was kind of a downer, sure. But she was also understanding of other people who were down. And she saw passed the high school surface level crap the way you had come to.

Skye had gotten you a job at Monet’s. And the two of you had gotten close fast. Her family seemed happy that she’d found a friend. She was kind of a loner in most people’s minds. But she was about the only person you could stand at the moment, so you could put up with her struggle to stop being so isolated all of the time. You were on good terms with Tony Padilla and Clay Jenson, too. That was about it though. Skye was a good person, she was just different, that’s what the people at school didn’t take the time to understand.

“So, guess who was talking about you in history today?” Skye smirked as she made yet another cup of coffee as you washed one of many cups stacked in the sink.

“Would you care if this was reversed?” You rolled your eyes. It was true, if you had said that to Skye, about anyone, she would have scoffed, saying that no one mattered enough to overhear their conversations.

“Touché missy, but I don’t care how mad you are at the world, you still have a fat crush on Mr. Basketball Dempsey.” Skye pretended to clutch her heart with dramatic flair. You turned bright red. You tried not to react more than that though. He was someone that she thought could fall under the cliche ‘he’s different from his friends’. There was just something about him. He was so smart. He volunteered locally, same as you. Before everything happened with Hannah, when everyone would be at parties, he’d always get drunk just like his friends, and just like his friends, he’d find some girl, she’d sit on his lap and they’d make out for a couple of hours.

But one party, one party when you had hit the keg up a few too many times, Marcus had tried to get you to hook up with him and somehow it had turned into a drunken screaming match. Justin had pulled Marcus into one direction, and Zach had pulled you into another. In all honesty, you couldn’t exactly tell if it was the alcohol, but seconds later you’d found yourself crying in Zach’s arms. He’d taken you into a downstairs bedroom and you two sat down on the bed. Within the hour, you were spilling your guts to him, and you’d given the the chance the spill his guts to you. Neither of you would admit it, but you’d both sobered up at some point, but felt you could continue to talk to one another. He was different. God, you hated yourself for thinking so. He was a jock, you were supposed to hate jocks. It was supposed to be apart of this whole perpetual sorrow facade you’d found yourself in.

“You better figure out how to care. Because he’s stopping by today. He wants you to 'go back to normal.” She said as she took a cup of coffee and walked it to a table. You huffed. What exactly was your supposed normal? Trying to impress Justin Foley with how many jello shots you could down in one minute? Or the way you used to playfully banter with Jeff Atkins about baseball stats when you and him were on drink making duty? Jesus Christ, thinking of that alone killed you inside. Maybe if Hannah wouldn’t have killed herself parties wouldn’t be so revolting. But you knew Jeff’s death was one of the real reasons you winced when a table of people at lunch would start raving about the party coming up that Saturday. God, you didn’t want to 'go back to normal.’ That was the absolute last thing you wanted.

“My normal is now being a barista and focusing on my studies. And that’s that.” You mumbled to her as she walked back behind the counter. As you finished washing the last of the dishes, you and Skye switched spots. You began taking orders and she began drying the cups you’d just hand washed.
“So, does this place have like a secret menu with alcoholic choices or..?” You looked up to see who you expected. Zach Dempsey. Letterman jacket and all. You looked back and scowled. You now understood why Skye had wordlessly initiated you two switching positions. She wanted you to face the music.

“Um, decaf and regular’s pretty much it.” You looked up at the boy. He wanted to make light conversation so it would be easy to initiate any other things he wanted to say.

“Alright. Hot chocolate.” He didn’t have the same humor in his voice that he had before. He stared at you as you typed whatever you were typing into the register. He sighed.

“What time do you get off of work?” Zach was going to persist, he’d just given up on the idea of it being easy.

“Looks like she can get off right about now. I can close up, run along.” Skye said from the small kitchen doorway. She smiled at you and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t getting out of this, so you thought you might as well accept it. You untied your apron and went to the back room to hang it up.

“You’ll thank me later, trust me.” Skye murmured. You elbowed her as you walked passed her again. She sighed a little like she was going to say something, but simply shook her head at your childish behavior.

“Fuck off. Now you get to clock me out.” You said, your voice monotone. You grabbed your backpack, walking to where you were in front of Zach.

“What were you going to say?” You asked him. You tried to make it so there was at least a partial chance you could get out of whatever he wanted to talk about. Or at least make it short.

“Um, well Bryce and Justin are expecting me at Bryce’s place. I asked them if you could come and they were cool with it.” Zach cleared his throat. That sounded like your very own personal hell.

“Look I’m tired and I have homewo-” Zach shook his head. No way you were getting out of this. You sighed deeply. He could tell you didn’t want to go.

“Just a couple of hours. I’ll drive you there and I’ll take you home after.” Zach looked at you with puppy dog eyes. You melted a little bit. There really was something so special about him. And he was so cute. He could probably ask you to go cliff diving with him and you’d do it eventually.

“Yeah, okay. But really, only a couple of hours. Hanson’s test has me stressing.” Zach took your hand and lead you to his car. You tossed your backpack onto the back seat before shutting the passenger door and he looked at you for a solid thirty seconds.

“Are we going somewhere?” You said, irritation in your voice.

“Not until you buckle your seatbelt.” He shot back. You hadn’t really noticed that you’d not fastened it. As you did as he said, you playfully scowled at him.

“Since when are you Mr. Safety? As I recall, you were never opposed to a game of Chinese fire drill.” He looked out of his back window as he backed out of the parking lot.

“Honesty?” He said, staring at the now open road. You smiled a little. Things were getting more comfortable.

“Always.” You said in return. You watched as his knuckles turned white, his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Jeff. I still can’t get him out of my head.” He continued to stare at the road. Clearly Zach still saw you as someone he could talk to. And you could relate. Although you had stopped driving all together for a good two months after Jeff’s death. You had so much anxiety over it. Now, you drove when you had to, but you rarely drove other than to and from school. Never out of town. Jeff was your close friend. It probably haunted you more than it haunted Zach.

“I get it. I don’t even drive to work. I rarely drive. It gets to me to much.” You spoke. You found your hand touching his upper arm. You wanted to comfort him. If he was going to show emotion and open up, you’d support that. You didn’t see him getting that from any of his friends.

Zach pulled into Bryce’s large driveway. The rest of the car ride had been fairly silent, but it wasn’t awkward by any means. You actually found yourself thinking about Skye. You were grateful she’d made you do this. You couldn’t avoid everyone forever.

“They’re in the pool I think, I brought you an extra shirt of mine just because I didn’t know if you’d wanna swim or not.” Zach got out of his car, you followed. He went to his trunk and grabbed a stack of clothes. So he was very sure you’d say yes, you thought.

“Ah, sounds fun. I think I might, actually.” You grabbed the pony tail holder off of your wrist and threw your hair into a messy bun of some sort. You didn’t know if it looked too terrible or not, but you’d know these boys for years. You honestly couldn’t care less what they thought of your hair.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen a genuine smile out of you in months.” Zach commented. You shrugged. He was probably right. He led you down the pathway. He opened the front door without knocking.

“His parents are out of town. I know. I’m just as shocked as you are.” Zach’s sarcasm was evident. Bryce’s parents were always out of town. You knew it, everyone knew it. It really was his house. Zach grabbed ahold of you again by the wrist as he opened the sliding glass door the lead to the backyard. It wasn’t just Bryce and Justin, Marcus was there as well. You rolled your eyes. You hadn’t really talked to him since the screaming match at that party.

“So the workin’ girl was able to get some time off to hang out with her boys?” Bryce smiled at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. Bryce knew how to have a good time. He knew how to make you smile and laugh, even though he could be an ass.

“I make time for what I want to make time for.” You joked, a smirk taking over your face.

“Ouch.” Justin laughed. You looked to Zach, you handed you his T-shirt, which was obviously going to be oversized on you.

“Ah, the good old wet tshirt contest.” Bryce hollered, making all of the boys laugh. Including Zach. You rolled your eyes, shoving his white T-shirt into his chest. He went wide eyed, not realizing you were going to be so offended.

“Here, take this one. It isn’t see through.” He practically begged as he took off the navy blue shirt he’d worn that day. He could tell your patience with their behavior was already growing thin. You examined the blue shirt.

“Can I change in the pool house?” You asked Zach rather than Bryce. You looked up at him.

“Of course, go ahead.” He gestured towards the pool house. Bryce had some sort of comment. The kind of comments you had learned to ignore. You kept your underwear and bra on, taking off your jeans and Led Zeppelin T-shirt. You slipped into his shirt.

“Damn, this is the Y/N we remember.” Marcus commented. You ignored it. You didn’t want it to be awkward, so you figured maybe they get the memo if you ignored them.

“So, you’re Ms. Landon’s favorite student now that you’ve shown effort.” Justin teased you. It was true. You had always been a good student, but you never even attempted to act like you actually cared about what was going on.

“Guess I needed to learn how to care before college starts in a few years.” You said, sitting next to Zach in the hot tub. His arm was on the side of the hot tub, so it looked like he may have been trying to put his arm around you in some shape or form. Bryce chuckled.

“We’ve missed seeing you at get togethers for, I don’t know, four months.” Marcus scoffed. He probably hadn’t wanted you around. After your spat, you had to say you weren’t all that surprised.

“It got old.” You said simply. No way were you going to let him make you out to be some sort of uptight bitch. So you were honest with them.

“Oh don’t get on your high horse. I do recall a time where you were one of the people that had the most fun here.” Bryce gestured around his backyard. He wasn’t wrong. There were many memories. Good ones. Just not ones you’d want to repeat.

“I’m not. I’m just-” you began. Marcus cut you off. He wasn’t buying it.

“No excuses. Just come around more.” He said. Bryce and Justin laughed in agreement. You looked to Zach. He was staring at the warm water that floated in the tub. He looked unsure of what to say or do.

Suddenly, you looked to your other side, where Bryce sat. His hand grazed over you butt before squeezing it. It was more uncomfortable than if you would have been in bathing suit bottoms, because you had nothing but a small pair of underwear underneath Zach’s oversized shirt. You’d have dressed for the occasion if you’d known it was happening. You whacked his hand away, moving closer to Zach. You were officially uncomfortable with the situation. Zach hooked his arm around your shoulders as the boys continued to converse.

“You know what, I’m gonna ask Tony to come get me. I really need to study.” You stood up in the tub. Before you could fully stand up, Zach firmly gripped your wrist, you looked down into his pleading eyes.

“You said a few hours. We haven’t even been here for twenty minutes, Y/N.” Zach meant well, God he did. But this boy could not handle the idea of not getting his way. He also had no idea what Bryce had just done.

“When did you get to be such a prude? And since when are you best friends with Skye and Clay and that Fag Tony?” Bryce laughed, but seemed like he was asking a serious set of questions. Your face flushed out a little at his dig. But it didn’t stop you from getting angrier.

“This-this is what I don’t miss. Walker, you are such a prick. Fuck off.” You hopped over the tub and walked towards the pool house, where your shorts and shirt were folded. You were ready to cry.

“Y/N, just come back in. It’ll be fine.” You heard Zach approaching behind you. As you tried to hold your composure, you didn’t turn around and opened the pool house door and entered it. Before you could shut it, he entered as well and shut the door behind him. After figuring out you weren’t going to respond, he spoke again.

“I’m quite literally begging. Please just stay for a bit. You said that you could.” Zach looked like he was struggling to find a good reason. He probably was, considering there really wasn’t one.

“I don’t need to be berated for my decision to not get drunk every weekend. And I’m not going to let Bryce grab at my ass. I just won’t let it happen, okay? But above all tell your friend not to call my friend a fag, thanks.” You were breathing heavily as you unlocked your phone and shot Tony the text you’d been meaning to send.

“Stay here. Bryce and I have to have a little conversation I think.” Zach went to walk back out of the door. He sounded angry. You stopped him, grabbing his arm. He turned back around and looked at you.

“There’s no need to make a scene, but the fact that you laughed with them at some of shit they were saying. It changed my opinion of you a little, okay? Do you guys say things like that about Tony a lot?” You looked at him with disappointment. There was hurt in his brown eyes. He probably hadn’t expected to hear that from you.

“No-No! I love the dude. I want him to be happy. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. You don’t have to go back into the tub. You and I can go somewhere just the two of us.” He grabbed your hand and looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“Why?! I’m not the girl that you took shot after shot with every Friday and Saturday anymore. I’m just not, alright?” You took your clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. Zach didn’t follow you in, but you could feel his presence right outside the locked door.

“And I’m okay with that. Just please, let me take you to Rosie’s for a milkshake?” You were beginning to feel like you were talking in circles with the boy, and your patience had just about ran out.

“Why do you want this so bad?!” You screamed.

“Because I want to spend time with you!” He raised his voice more this time. He was getting just as frustrated as you were and it was beginning to show.

“Why take me here then?” You really wanted to know his answer. Little did you know, his body was shaking. He was getting upset, not angry.

“I thought it’d be more casual. My mistake. I’m sorry, okay?” You were trying to think of anything that would make him let you leave the house. Part of you didn’t really care if it hurt his feelings. But the other part did.

“Yeah, you’re mistake.” You said as you hung up his wet T-shirt to dry.

“You know what, scratch that. I’m just gonna be straightforward and tell you I’m in love with you. There I said it.”

Your hand had already gripped the door handle and you were getting ready to dodge everyone and run off of the property. You couldn’t bring yourself to do that now. There was no running from this.

“No you don’t.” You shook your head, staring at the tile floor. He tipped your head up and made it so you had to look at him.

“Yes, I do. And you can try to deny it all you want. But it’s true. And if you can bring yourself to give me a chance. We can leave, we can go where ever you want. Do whatever you want. I don’t care. As long as I get to be around you.” Zach caressed your face before moving to sit on the couch. You sat next to him.

“You’re in love with a party girl-” he cut you off before you could even finish your sentence.

“Don’t. I am not in love with the girl who you keep saying doesn’t exist anymore. I know you. And I know you remember opening up to me. And me opening up to you. I’m so fucking in love with you. God, can you just accept it so I can show you?” You could hear your heart beating, it was so quiet and you were so close to him now. It crossed your mind that the other boys could possibly be listening. It didn’t matter enough.

“Okay.” You said simply.

“Okay?” He asked. He was completely shocked.

“Don’t act so surprised. You made a great case. And I think, as long as you can accept the fact that my party going days are limited now, you deserve a chance, I suppose.” You smirked at him. A smile played on his lips as he leaned into kiss you. It was slow and it was passionate but it was also one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to you.

“Finally, you came around. I was afraid I was going to have to ask for more help.” He said against your lips. You pulled away, giving him a suspicious look.

“And who might you have been getting help from, Dempsey?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Your good pals Tony and Skye helped me out. How do you think I knew when you were working?” You rolled your eyes, thinking of Skye. She’d definitely not overheard him in class. She was in on it, obviously.

“Speaking of Tony, he’s here to get me.” You said, holding up your phone. You had received a text message from Tony, simply saying 'here’. You got up, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

“Let me take you to Rosie’s tonight.” Zach took your hand in his. You looked up at him, shaking your head.

“Studying.” You said, opening the pool house door. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you.

“Tomorrow. Please?” You nodded. He leaned down and kissed you again before you walked out. You watched as he began to walk over to Bryce. You caught his shirt. He tensed up.

“He’s not worth it.” Zach relaxed. He needed you. You needed him.

“You’ll tell me if he touches you again?” You nodded your head and he leaned down, kissing your forehead. He walked over to grab his phone off of the hot tub cover. He made eye contact with Bryce.

“You’re lucky.” Zach said before leading you off the property. And Bryce really was lucky you’d stopped Zach. He was your protector now.