its too big to talk to school

The party’s only just getting started

This was requested anonymously. I hope you enjoy!

Requests: “Could I please request a fanfic where reader is hugging Archie at a party or something and FP walks in a catches them and then finds the reader later on a “punishes” her or something? (Whatever you’re able to write I’ll be fine with thankssss)”

“some more FP smut would be greatly appreciated👀️ I can’t wait for season 2 to start💗💗💗

“REQUEST Keen for some Fred Andrews x Reader smutttt and FP x Reader smutttttt!!! If you’re still available to request from and whatnot. Its so sad no one finds fred daddy material :( makes me sad. But honestly thanks if you do!”

The reader is legal age (18/19).

THIS IS NSFW.

The gang had decided to throw Jughead a surprise party but it didn’t work out too good. Jughead hated surprises, especially ones that involved big crowds. Cheryl and Chuck had shown up with half the school and two huge keggers. I was currently with Archie, trying to talk Jughead to come back to the party.

“Come on, Juggy! Betty worked really hard on this party. The least you could do is pretend that you want to be there.” I begged Jug as he continued to pet the dog, ignoring my pleas. I stood up with a groan before walking over to Archie and putting my head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around me when a knock came to the door.

“It’s open,” Jughead muttered out as FP walked in. I turned to see him glaring at Archie. “Dad?” Jughead questioned before Archie and I stood up straight.

“Mr. Jones, hey. How are you?” Archie questioned while I just smiled at him.

“Hey, baby.” You see everyone knew we were together. FP and I really didn’t give two shits if people accepted it as long as we were happy nothing else mattered.

“Hello, son. Archie.” FP muttered Archie’s name before turning to me. “(Y/N). What are you all doing out here when the party’s in there?” FP questioned to his son, turning his attention away from me.

“Jughead doesn’t want to go to the party and (Y/N) and I were trying to talk him into going.” FP nodded with the same glare spread across his face.

“Well, Jug. You should go enjoy the party with your friends.” FP said turning to his son. Jughead shook his head.

“No, thank you,” Jughead replied before turning his attention back to the dog. FP sighed.

“Where can I put this?” FP questioned holding up a gift box. I smiled as I removed myself from Archie’s grip.

“I’ll show you.” I walked next to FP while he immediately wrapped his arm around my waist.

“I’ll be back,” FP said as he glanced back to Jug before we headed out the door and on the way to the house. “What was that?” FP snapped while his grip tightened.

“What was what?” I questioned. FP stopped mid-walk, he walked in front of me with his eyes wide.

“That thing! With the Andrews kid!” I smiled to myself before replying.

“Are you jealous?” FP raised his eyebrow at me as he chuckled.

“Me? Jealous?! In your dreams, little girl.” It was now my turn to raise my eyebrow at the older man.

“Oh really? Well, if you’re not jealous, then you won’t mind if I spent the rest of my night hanging with Archie.” I said grabbing a hold of a passing Archie.

“(Y/N)? Mr. Jones. Something wrong?” Archie asked while I still held a hold of his arm.

“Oh no, Arch. I was just telling FP, that I was going to hang with you all night and he has nothing to worry about.” Archie nodded his head in agreement before turning to FP.

“Trust me, Mr. Jones. I’ll keep her safe, you have nothing to worry about.” FP clenched his jaw as I grabbed Archie’s arm and headed for his house. As we were going in Jughead ran passed us and headed for the door.

“Jug!” I yelled as he continued walking. I glanced at Archie before making our way down the hall after him. Cheryl and Chuck blocked the door before Jughead could leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Cheryl snapped.

“Out of here. Move.” Jughead replied. Cheryl and Chuck chuckled before Cheryl reached behind her and locked the door.

“Not before we play our little game.” Archie and I exchanged looks before Jug spoke up.

“What game?” Jughead questioned.

“You’ll see. Now, everybody listens up! We’re going to play a little game so everybody needs to get into the living room asap!” Archie lead me into the living room as we took a seat next to Betty and Veronica. “We’re going to play a game called, ‘Secrets and Sins. It’s a little twist from truth or dare. I’ll start it with… Veronica Lodge.” As the Cheryl went on tormenting Veronica. I sat in between Betty and Archie when Chuck spoke up.

“I guess, it’s my turn. I choose Betty Cooper.”

“Leave her alone Chuck.” Archie snapped as Chuck chuckled.

“You might get a free peep show every night, Archie but you don’t know the real Betty Cooper.” I felt Betty tense up while Chuck continued. “Everyone knows why I got suspended but what you don’t know is that she dressed up like a hooker, in this God-awful black wig and handcuffed me to the jacuzzi.” I glanced at Betty to see a single tear streak down her face. Anger boiled within me as I stood up.

“Hey, Chuck! Why don’t you learn to take your own advice and shut the fuck up because none of us want to hear it!” I snapped out before Cheryl began to walk my way.

“You’re one to talk serpent slut! Your boyfriend is what? Twenty, twenty-five years older than you? You can’t say-” I reached my hand up before slapping her across the face as Jughead punched Chuck. FP and a few other guys pulled Chuck and Jughead off each other before kicking everyone out. I began to walk over to Betty.

“Hey, are you alright?” Betty surprised me by standing up and pulling me into a hug.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N).” I chuckled before hugging her back.

“You’re welcome. It’s time they got a taste of their own medicine.” Betty smiled as she nodded her head. I glanced behind her to see Jughead standing there. “Ah, listen to Hun. I got to get going but I think there’s someone who’s wanting to talk to you.” I said pointing at her. Betty glanced back before nodding her head.

“Alright, see you tomorrow?” I nodded before hugging her one more time and heading for the door. I walked out the door to see Archie leaning on his porch.

“Arch!” I yelled as he turned to face me with a smile.

“(Y/N). Sorry about Cheryl, she can be a real…”

“Bitch?” I questioned, finishing his sentence. Archie chuckled before nodding his head.

“Yeah, exactly. I think FP’s waiting on you.” Archie said pointing towards FP who was leaning against his truck.

“I should go.” I reached over and wrapped my arms around him. “It was a great party. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Archie hugged me back before we pulled away with a smile and a nod. I walked down the steps and over to FP. I immediately wrapped my arms around FP’s neck.

“Hey, baby.” FP’s hands gripped my waist before turning us around and slamming my hips against his truck before roughly kissing me. I kissed FP back with the same amount of roughness until we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“FP Jones. What are you doing on this side of the tracks?” I sighed as FP let go of my hips and turned to face Alice Cooper.

“I am trying to celebrate my son’s birthday while spending some quality time with my girl before you rudely interrupted.” Alice glanced at me with a look of disgust.

“Can’t you do that on your side of the tracks?” I rolled my eyes before speaking up.

“Can’t you mind your own business?” I snapped at her as she stared at me in shock.

“Excuse me? Do you know who you’re talking too?” Alice questioned still in shock.

“I do actually. I’m talking to an ex Southside slut who got knocked up after the high school prom by a rich douche bag and made it big by mooching off him. Now, if you don’t mind, we were in the middle of something and we’d like to get back to it.” I snapped before removing myself from FP’s grip and heading for his truck. I opened the door before closing it behind me. FP walked around the truck before doing the same.

“Well, baby that was hot,” I smirked to myself as FP continued. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t be getting punished for flirting with the Andrews kid.” I felt my panties get wetter at his words. FP started up his truck before glancing at me with a smirk and taking off.

We pulled up to his trailer while he parked the truck. I opened the door as FP blocked my way. He reached up into the truck before hauling me out and lifting me into his arms.

“Save your strength, because tomorrow you won’t be able to walk.” I blushed at his comment as he continued to make his way up to his front door. Holding me against his chest he dug around his pocket for his key before unlocking the door. We walked in as FP kicked the door shut. “Pick your place.” I stopped and thought for a moment.

“The bedroom.” FP nodded his head. He made his way to the bedroom with me still in his arms. We walked into his room as he threw me down onto the bed. “Not going on easy me, are you?” FP chuckled before shaking his head.

“Not even a little bit, baby girl.” I giggled at him. “Now, strip for me.” I raised an eyebrow at him while I propped myself onto my elbows.

“What if I say no?” FP chuckled before leaning down on the bed as he looked at me with his lustful eyes.

“I’ll rip all these clothes off you. One by one. And then I’ll take you against the wall and pound into you until you never can walk again.” I moaned at his words.

“Fine… Daddy.” FP’s eyes rolled back into his head in pleasure. I slid off the bed and began to slide off my jacket, FP stood up and turned around. I reached up before pushing him onto the bed. I slid my hands down to the bottom of my shirt, taking a hold of it and pulling it off. Leaving me in my black lace bra and blue skinny jeans. FP reached his hands up to touch me as I slapped them away. “No touching.” I reached down to the bottoms of my jeans and undoing them. Sliding them down my legs revealing my matching black lace panties. I walked over to FP, putting one leg one each side of him until I was straddling him. “What now?… Daddy.”

“Fuck, baby girl. I love it when you call me that but it still doesn’t make up for flirting with the Andrews kid.” FP flipped me over in his lap. So, that my stomach was flat against his knees. “We won’t be needing these,” FP said ripping my panties off and throwing them across the room. His warm hand came to my bum as he began to knead my cheek before laying a hard slap across it. I squealed out in pleasure and pain. “I want you to count each slap.” I nodded furiously. FP slapped me again, this time harder.

“O-one.” FP rubbed the spot before doing it again.

“Two.” This continued for six more slaps. My cheek was red and numb when FP finished. I sat up before turning myself around on his lap.

“You took your punishment so well, baby girl. I think it’s now time for you to get a reward for your good behavior.” FP said whispering into my ear. He stood up with me still wrapped around his waist. FP turned around before kneeling on the bed and laying me down.

“These need to go,” I said tugging at his belt. Undoing the loops, one by one.

“You got it,” FP said ripping down his pants before doing the same with his shirt.

“I’m on the pill, by the way,” I said winking at him.

“Fuck! First, you started calling me daddy and now this. If you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager seeing a tit for the first time.” I giggled before pulling him down to my lips and pressing a kiss to his. Our lips moved together while FP’s hand slid between us and lined himself up with my entrance. He pushed into me as I moaned into the kiss. FP began to thrust going harder and deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck daddy!” I moaned out which made FP speed up.

“Fuck baby! Who makes you feel this good?!” FP moaned out as his thrusts picked up the pace.

“You do!” I screamed out feeling my climax beginning to rise.

“What was that?!” FP moaned out as my climax hit.

“Fuck! YOU FP! I’M C-C-COMING!” I screamed out. FP’s thrust began to become sloppy until he slammed into me one more time. FP fell limp before hauling out and laying beside me. I rolled over until I was laying on his chest.

“I’m sorry for flirting with Archie. I wasn’t trying too.” FP smiled. Lifting his hand, he took a hold of my chin and pulled me up until I was looking at him.

“That doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that we’re together and we’re happy.” I smiled before nodding my head in agreement.

“You’re right, I love you, FP Jones.”

“And I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

😒

nonalex headcanons (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
  • nona helping alex redye her hair
  • michael gave alex his old sports car, dubbed “the chick magnet.” nona and alex may or may not have made out in it once or twice
  • nona is smol and chubby. alex is tol and lanky. optimal for cuddles
  • alex doesnt like dancing all that much, but when shes in the right mood (i.e. wasted af) shes got moves. nona is thoroughly seduced
  • they like to do the lil forehead boop thing. its gay
  • nona has to pull alex down to her level in order to take selfies. alex complains about nona giving her back problems, but really, she doesnt mind
  • nona likes to get alex all flustered. its not hard. all nona has to do is wink in alexs general direction and she’ll turn red
  • theyre those Aesthetically Angsty Gays who sit on the curb in front of the circle k at 2 in the morning drinking slushies
  • (clarissa dies/is left with the ghosts ending) jonas, upon realizing nona has no one to do so, gives alex the shovel talk too. alex is confused af
  • (clarissa lives ending) clarissa makes it very known that she is ready to cut a bitch if alex hurts nona. alex sleeps with one eye open for the next couple weeks
  • alex stealing nona’s beanie in order to look like the Ultimate Lesbian while skating
  • “ugh white ppl” - alex and nona all the time around their friends
  • neither of them sleep very well after the island. they stay up talking on the phone until one (usually alex) or both fall asleep
  • nona wearing alex’s jacket. its way too big. the sleeves are too long. it goes past her thighs. help her shes d r o w n i n g
Getting a Job In High School!

I have had a part time job consistently since I was 13! It was not easy to find places that would hire that young and it was really tough to manage time at first. Because I have experience, I thought I would put some tips together for anyone else in the same situation. 

Résumé: 

  • If you don’t have work experience, include volunteer work and extra curriculars. 
  • Explain the significance of your experience. Most employers won’t know much about volunteering or extra curriculars because they don’t have experience with that. Write a bulleted list of what your relevant responsibilities were and what skills you gained. 
  • Add sections like “awards” and “skills”, if you need to add more material to your resume. 
  • Don’t make your resume more than one page front and back. I take resumes all the time at work and it gets really tiresome reading a five page resume. Try to put only the most relevant information on! 
  • Have references ready. Even if you don’t want to include their information directly on the resume, make sure you know who can be a reference if they ask for one. You can use teachers if you don’t have job experience! 

Finding a Job: 

  • Know the youth labour laws in your state or province. Don’t bother applying for something you can’t legally do. Some places don’t let you handle cash until you are a certain age, and certain jobs are considered high risk, so people under 18 can’t apply. 
  • Ask around for places that hire younger employees! Ask your teachers and friends parents, etc. if they know of any places that hire younger people. I got my first real job when a friend’s mother told me that they hired younger than 16! 
  • Don’t lie about your age!!! It’s not worth it. 
  • Look for a job in a more casual, cash only setting. My first job was working at a farmer’s market when I was only 13. Try applying at farm stores or farmer’s markets because they don’t have as strict rules about age. 
  • Find connections. Applying at places where you can get a reference is really helpful. If you have a sibling or family friend who works somewhere, consider applying there to increase your likelihood. 

Time Management: 

  • Start working in the summer. If you start in the summer and work lots of hours, it is easier to decrease the amount of hours you want to work during school. Not a lot of places want to make a new hire that can only work 10 hours a week! 
  • Talk to your manager about workload. Discuss the number of hours you need, how to handle exams and other busy times, etc. Don’t just let the manager give you whatever they want without even trying to talk to them first! 
  • Talk to other employees who are in school. Ask them about their hours and how the manager responds to their needs with school. 
  • Ask for regular hours, if possible. 
  • Get your schedule as soon as possible. Plan your week around when you’re working ASAP, that way you won’t be surprised or frazzled when your shifts roll around. 
  • Make sure that you put schoolwork ahead of your job. Don’t avoid doing homework because you’ve been working that night. If you have a shift before a big test, try to trade it or talk to your boss. Its not worth an extra $40 in your bank account if you’re going to start letting your grades fall! 
  • If having a job is too stressful, just let it go. Some people determine their value/work ethic by whether or not they have a job. Its not that important! If you’re overly stressed or sacrificing your grades to work, its not worth the extra money or prestige. 

Feel free to reblog and add your own! 

anonymous asked:

Do you think Jim is that "worried about growing up, doesnt want to accept it yet" 16 year old or "yeah whatever I just want to graduate high school" 16 year old?

definitely the second one. in fact, i’d replace ‘yeah whatever’ with “’please god’ I just want to graduate high school.”

aside from the play, i don’t think Jim really cares about anything that happens in school except getting decent grades because we’ve seen him fret about getting homework done and studying for tests. He says so himself that his mom would be thrilled if he found something to be passionate about, leading me to believe he doesn’t really engage in school activities or with his peers because he just doesn’t care about high school life.

i think he’s shy too. according to Jim and Toby’s convo here, the first ep is the first time Jim talks to Claire, and its a big deal as Toby says because Jim is usually just pretending to talk to her in his head. Toby is Jim’s only friend, and unlike Toby the lack of popularity and connections Jim has doesn’t seem to bother him that much.

The only other classmate we see Jim converse with in a friendly manner is Eli, and they seem acquaintances at best, probably because he, Toby, and Eli are the kids that get picked on most often by Steve. which is yet another reason Jim would want to get the hell out of school.

i also don’t get the sense that Jim fears growing up aside from the normal “i have no idea what i’m doing with my life” anxiety because he already acts grown up. He’s mature for his age. He cooks, cleans the house, gets up extra early to cook breakfast for his mom and pack his mom (and Toby) lunches. He likes “mothering his mother”, he likes to be the adult per se who keeps his mom safe and happy, even if it means sometimes omitting the truth for her sake. He literally tells his mom “I don’t want you to see [Strickler] anymore” like he’s an overprotective dad scolding his teenage daughter. And he never once complains about having to sacrifice his needs for hers. For Jim “we just have to take care of each other” means “i just have to take care of you”, and that is a very adult mindset to have at 15/16, let alone younger. i get the sense Jim has been this way for a long time, since his dad left at least.

but yeah i’m pretty sure Jim can’t wait to get out of high school and move on to bigger and better things. i bet after finding the amulet high school’s become even more trivial to him. 

anonymous asked:

which one of u fuckers is bi

it’s me @adzhe​ but I only talk about it when it comes up, which isn’t too often because I refuse to ever take the first step in relationships and the people that’ll take the lead with me are either “I bet I can make you choke on my cock you little whore” type people or big weebs

so my love life is pretty barren at this point but I’m slowly caring less and less because I’m letting school and tech shit take over my life more and more

anonymous asked:

imagine veronica putting on jd's trench coat jacket thing and it's so big it's dragging on the ground and the sleeves are way too long. BUT ALSO imagine veronica hiding in jd's jacket when she doesn't wanna talk to anyone at school, like, she just pushes his jacket open and presses her face to his chest and he wraps fhe coat around her too

In my mind Veronica is tol and only like 5 inches shorter than jd so it wouldn’t drag on the ground but Veronica hiding in his coat is literally my aesthetic I love it

So one day I saw this girl,
And I thought she was pretty cute
But then my brain said to me,
‘Dude, this girl ain’t for you.
A girl can’t love a girl,
I hope I make this clear to you,
A girl can only love boys
Its the same for you too.’
I followed this for a while,
For years I stayed mute
Until one day, I heard a story
Of a girl who loved girls too.
She was called a lesbian,
A person I knew.
I called her Auntie
And I still do.
She has a wonderful girlfriend
Who I’m closed to.
This was the first time I learned
Other girls love girls too.
Then I began thinking,
Is it true?
Do I love only girls,
Am I lesbian too?
But the next day,
I took a bus to school
And on that bus was a boy
Who was pretty cute.
Then my brain said
‘Not him too.
You can’t like boys and girls,
That’s against the rules.’
Again I stayed quiet
Again I stayed mute
There was no one I could tell
In this big wide school.
Then I met a friend
Who had a boyfriend too.
But then one day she told me,
'I like girls too.
Its called bisexual,
Its when you think boys and girls are cute.’
Then I started to understand
What I had been going through.
It wasn’t until the next year
I decided to give a clue
As to what genders
I was attracted to.
I began talking to another friend,
She was bisexual too,
She understood everything I said
And helped me come through.
A few months later,
I finally wasn’t mute.
I began to tell people
What I was going through.
I came out to my best friend,
She understood
I told another friend,
Turns out she was bisexual too.
Soon I was open
But only at school.
At home I was straight,
My parents had no clue.
Until one day my mom asked
And I told her the news.
She rolled her eyes
And she told me to
Not tell my grandparents
But what would that do?
My grandma had two lesbian daughters,
My grandpa too.
But I kept quiet.
I stayed mute.
But that night the pills were tempting
I almost went through
But the very next day
I was back at school.
My mom doesn’t respect me,
She thinks its untrue
Cause I like males bodies
But I like girls too.
There’s a big difference in respect and accept
But most can’t tell you
Respect is knowing
And respected the truth
Accepting is understanding
Not caring about the truth
Because who cares that I like boys
And I like girls too.
It doesn’t make me bad
Your sexuality doesn’t make you
Your actions make up who you are
Not who you’re into
Remember this if you ever question
What gender appeals to you.

A dish best served anonymously.

When I was in high school, I had a particularly awful Criminal Justice teacher. Several months before I got my braces taken off, I had to have this awful metal thing in my mouth that was way too big and made rivets in my tongue. Because of its size and how it was constantly digging into my tongue, I spoke with a lisp–I couldn’t talk without my tongue hitting the contraption.

The teacher thought this was hilarious for some reason. So he’d go out of his way to make me read out loud when we were going over worksheets. It was fairly humiliating, but I’m too much of a suck-up to actually challenge a teacher on my own behalf. The metal thing got removed and replaced with one I only had to wear while I was sleeping, and everything went on as normal.

But then came the day our poster projects were due. That morning, rain was coming down unusually hard, and I was lucky that my mom was able to drop me off by a side door. Others were not so lucky. This one guy kinda seemed lazy and would sound like he was making excuses for not getting homework done. This time, though, he’d clearly done the work, but it got ruined in the rain.

My teacher said that he was just making more excuses and gave him an F. This made my blood boil.

When I was in high school, I wrote letters to people who made me upset. I would write out everything that was bothering me, take a deep breath, and then delete it.

I didn’t delete this one.

That semester, I had access to the faculty cafeteria for some reason I don’t remember, so I put the note in his mailbox.

The next time we had class, he downright exploded.

He briefly got on the guy’s case and then proceeded to spend the rest of the semester trying to figure out who put the letter in his box. No one got in trouble (other than some of the guys getting a little bit grilled about the situation), and he never suspected me even once. That is the most frustrated I’ve ever seen a teacher, and I’m positive he will never know it was me.

princess-of-lucis  asked:

Can I have a ship please? I'm an INFJ, 5"4, Libra heterosexual girl who is very quiet and has a low self esteem. When I get to know someone, I open up and talk more. I like to talk about the things I like (anime, games, cartoons). I'm very good at school, I hate bullies & bugs, and I like animals and kids. I like to draw and listen to music too. Sometimes I like being alone if its one of those days where I'm not feeling well. I like cuddling stuffed animals, & I like guys who are taller than.

I SHIP YOU WITH TANAKA RYU!!!

He would ALWAYS praise you. Whether it be a good grade or something big, he’s always there to cheer you on! He thinks youre absolutely adorable!!! He would always tell you how beautiful you are! AND THOSE BULLIES WOULDNT EVEN DARE COME CLOSE TO YOU bc he would do that face if u know what i mean. And dont worry cause hes not afraid of bugs and will gladly kill them for you :-) he gets jealous of your stuffed toys so he cuddles you instead!!! Wants you to know that you’re not alone.

quick rant

i am SO FUCKING HAPPY LATELY!!!!!!!!!

i haven’t been this happy since last fucking August, you don’t understand how big of a relief it is to feel this happy after so fucking LONG

thank you guys so much for helping me out!! and for once, thanks to my school friends for finally talking to me after all these years and actually making me feel a lot better about myself

i’m starting to feel better self motivation too!!!!

i,

am kinda proud of my art and i like my hair
;   3

celestialesters  asked:

36, 86 & 39 ! ♡

36.) how many concerts have you been to?
ive been to seven im p sure!!

39.) what do you do when you’re stressed?
either talk 2 my friends abt it till i feel better or run a hot bath w/ a bath bomb (im big on lush stuff!!)

86.) what is your favorite season and why?
fall :’) the weather is nice and good for sweaters and school hasnt gotten too stressful yet and its halloween + my birthday + a lot of my friends’ birthdays!!

thanks for askin!!

High School Freshmen Tips:
  • dont try to be friends with evryone
  • not everyone is your friend
  • dont get on your teachers bad side
  • dont stop and talk on the hallways
  • dont JOIN too many clubs
  • take it easy, but do your best
  • go to the dances
  • meet new people
  • dont miss out on something because your friends weerent going to do it
  • tell your mom you love her
  • you dont have to wear makeup everyday
  • its okay if that boy doesn’t like you
  • dont go out with a fuckboy
  • do your homework
  • take a break once in a while
  • try to eat healty
  • dont frink coffee coffee before a big test

anonymous asked:

Can I ask for some Wincest threesome of the 'Dean has a twin brother' verity? Both Dean and and his twin, Jensen (or one of Jensen's other roles) have a secret: they both want their baby brother. Sam's got a secret of his own though: Sam kind of wants them back. Like, badly. The twins find out and decide to share Sammy. And Sam? He's pretty happy with that arrangement. Weecest or Wincest. Thank you!

Dean has never really gotten over the fact that he has a twin. Granted, Jensen is a bit more reserved than him and maybe more gruff.

“Dean, we gotta get Sam to school,” Jensen punches him in the arm.

He hisses and swats away his twins hand roughly. Dean didn’t care much about school, already 18 and about to graduate.

“Stop being a bitch and wake your ass up,” Jensen grabs him by the hair and tugs him to the floor.

“Dean, Jensen, make sure you get up earlier,” Dad barks as Dean starts up the car.

“Yessir,” they answer in unison.

Sam bounds out the door in a grey shirt way too big on him and jeans too tight. The shirt can slip slightly off a smooth, thin shoulder. Dean watches hungrily as his little brother climbs in the car, Jensen holding the door open for him.

“Alright, lets get this show on the road,” Jensen cackles and Dean backs out the parking space quickly.

Sam gets a little worried when the twins drive recklessly, Dean pressing 100mph as Jensen lets a arm out the window and encourages Dean. But he enjoys the devilish looks they get and the almost dirty smirks and winks they give him.

They’ve been in this school over in Wyoming for about a month now. Dad can’t seem to carefully track down a witch.

“Faster, c'mon, man! I think Sammy boy is enjoying the wind in all that pretty hair this morning,” Jensen yells and then looks back at Sam.

“Aren’t you darlin’?” Jensen’s lips curl up into a lazy smirk.

Sam blushes and nods, hair blowing in his face, whipping him painfully. Dean turns on the music, “Highway To Hell” blaring from the speakers.

The engine revved loudly as Sam slumped down a little and spread his legs invitingly. He catches both twins looking before Dean is hollering wild and crazy and speeding down the highway.

Sam doesn’t like it here too much, its the regular, boring piece of shit school like the others. Dean and Jensen were the talk of the school, two hot twins with no intentions of getting a girlfriend, and had twin devious smirks and eyes.

Jensen was more quiet and reserved, more telling through his eyes; big and broad shouldered. Jensen was the sweeter one with flannel shirts and ripped jeans.

Dean liked his leather jackets and jeans that looked worn with combat boots. His gait was sexy and alluring, his voice a whiskey purr and piercing eyes.

And Sam, well Sam was weird with his weird angles and his weird hair and weird blush and weird puberty voice and weird baggy clothes; sometimes weird tight jeans. Sam was just seen as weird, bashful, nerd.

His brothers were fuckin’ hot and he was, well. Not. Not to the girls anyway.

“Lets go, Sammy. Get to class before I have to sweet talk Ms. Anderson again,” Jensen tells him as they park in a teachers parking spot.

“They’re going to have the Impala towed, Dean,” Sam tells him and slides out the car with his stuffed book bag.
“Whatever, you got soccer practice today?” Dean asks and all three begin to walk towards the small school.

Its a two story with thirty classes all together.

“Yeah, you guys will wait for me, right?” Sam asks, hunching down as they reach the crowd and Dean makes a path for Sam and Jensen.

“Of course, baby boy,” Dean smiles, putting a firm hand on his neck.

And turns when he feels another on his lower back, if he weren’t standing he would have arched into those hands.

“You think we should really be watching him while he plays?” Dean grumbles, toeing at the gravel near the big field.

He can see Sam kicking at the ball a few yards away. Sam’s short might be a little too short and tight and the t-shirt he’s stripped down to doesn’t hide his young body.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we want to watch? Look at our boy, so hot in those little shorts,” Jensen drawls, smirking.

He looks at Sam’s ass jiggle in his shorts as he passes the soccer ball between him and another taller boy. He gets a pang of absolute want, his stomach flips with it.

“You want him, too, Dean. We’ve agreed over this so many times,” Jensen stands beside him, arm pressed to his.

He looks over into eyes just as green as his and sees the truth. He and Jensen have talked about it in the dark of night before, after the first couple times they even talked about their fantasies with a hand down their boxers. Firm hands stroking their hard cocks.

Dean had also cried a time or two out of guilt. Sam was their baby brother, but they both wanted him so fucking badly.

“Think about him bending over in those things, pulling tight across that sweet ass. Can’t you see it, Dean? Then those hands spreading himself open, pretty, pink hole,” Jensen is whispering into his ear harshly now, voice a growl.

“Yeah. Yeah I can imagine it,” he nods, breath coming faster as Sam kicks around the ball, cheeks red and hair sweaty.

“Remember that fantasy you told me about? Him in that same tank top and those shorts on your bed. Waiting for you, hair sweaty and sticking to his face, lips and cheeks a nice red. His voice all high and aroused, just begging you to touch him, feel him up. Fuck him,” Jensen hisses.

Dean groans and shudders thinking about it. They’re the only ones in front of the bleachers as they sun looks like it’ll be setting soon.

“You see it, right? See yourself ravishing your brother, hm? Hear his sweet moans and cries, feel his nails raking down your back as you fuck your big dick inside his small hole. Hear him call in your name in that squeaky voice he has? ‘Dean! Dean, faster, please, big brother!’,” Jensen mocks what he thinks Sam’s voice would sound like.

Dean is shamefully hard in his worn jeans, thick length pressed along his left thigh.

“You’d suck on his hard nipples. Make our baby boy squirm and writhe under your body. You could hold him down and make him take it, have tears rolling down that pretty face cause its so good, Dean. Its so. Fucking. Good,” Jensen rasps.

Dean snaps out of it as he hears the coach blow the whistle.

“That’s it for the day boys!”

Deans eyes snap over to Sam and where he’s standing with a hand on his cocked hip and shaking sweaty hair out his eyes, fucking think. Sam’s hands runs their way over his nipples and down his stomach slowly as he breathes.

“Oh God,” Dean chokes, Jensen staring with him.

Sam turns to look at them. He bites his lip on a shy smile, jogging over to his team to pick up his bag.

“He’s trying to kill us,” Dean hisses.
“The little bitch knows, Dean,” Jensen chuckles, cheeks flushed.

Dean scoffs and looks at Sam again, their little brother laughing with a friend as he pulls his too big, gray shirt over his head.

“He couldn’t!” Dean snorts.
“Watch,” Jensen nods.

“Ready, guys?” Sam has popped up in front of them with a pretty dimpled smile, face a flushed mess and the shirt sliding off to reveal a smooth, pale shoulder.

“Go get in the car,” Jensen smiles, patting him on the back.

“Ok, big brother,” Sam practically purrs as he walks in front of them, hips swinging just a little.

“Goodness fuck, he knows,” Dean whispers.

When they get back to the hotel room, Dean is ready to cry, Jensen can see it already. His twin is hard in his jeans, very obvious to anyone.

“Finally,” Sam moans as he falls back onto his bed, arching off it as he stretches.

Dean grips himself and bites his lip because fuck it all. All three of them know what’s going on, the twins are just waiting for Sam to say its alright for them both to finally have him.

“You know, we’re tip toeing around this whole thing,” Sam murmurs, taking off his shirt, exposing beautiful skin.

“Told you he knows,” Jensen scoffs at Dean.

“Of course I did. I think Dean just feels a little guilty,” Sam pouts.

Dean watches Jensen saunter over to the motel bed Sam is laying on, the young boy sitting up on his elbows and spreading his legs.

“We both are in a way, baby boy,” Jensen murmurs, one thumb trailing along Sam’s lip.

“Jensen,” Sam whimpers, tilting his head up and wrapping a leg around Jensen’s.

His twin turns to look at Dean over his shoulder once before shushing Sam, finally bending down to kiss him.

Dean feels his stomach drop at the same time his cock twitches. Its like watching himself make out with his younger brother, he can hear the wet smacking of their lips and Sam’s cooing.

Jensen’s head turns as he licks inside of Sam’s wet mouth. He’s so eager to please, shy licks of his smaller tongue into Jensens mouth.

“Jensen!” Sam gasps as they part, spit sticking both their lips. His older brother kisses along his neck, climbing on top of him.

“Dean, c'mere,” Sam begs, grabbing Jensens strong shoulders.

Dean is stuck at first, just watching his dreams become reality. Okay, so he’d rather be the one on top is Sam.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Jensen growls, leaning up to take off his black shirt, revealing miles of smooth muscles.

Sam moans and Dean rushes forward, getting up on the bed, really too small to hold them all, and pushes Jensen over.

“Wait your turn,” Jensen hisses, shoving him with one shoulder as they each straddle one of Sam’s thighs.

“How about you share, bitch,” Dean growls back, bumping him back.
“Jensen, share. Dean, kiss me,” Sam breathes, bringing Deans head down.

He hesitates at first, lips hovering over Sam’s. His brothers hazel eyes look up into his, quieting the guilt.

“Need you to,” Sam begs.

Dean nods, leaning in and pressing his lips to Sam’s soft ones. He groans, immediately licking at Sam’s lips. Sam gasps sweetly when Dean slips his tongue inside, twisting and curling against the younger boys shy tongue.

His dick hurts in his jeans, he can feel it leaking his precome. He’s making out with the lead of all his guilty, wet dream, his little brother whining into his mouth and his own excitement digging into Deans leg.

“Oh, wow,” Sam giggles a little as they part, blushing hard.

Jensen is pulling at Deans belt and opening his jeans as he sucks hickies into Sam’s neck, biting.

He lets Jensen pull down his jeans and boxers and blushes when Sam stares down at his hard dick, bobbing up against his stomach.

“So big,” Sam moans, grabbing at it and stroking. Dean almost comes all over the boys hand, but holds back.

His breath is ragged as Sam jerks him off slowly, thumbing the head and spreading his slick.

“Looks so good, doesn’t it, baby?” Jensen asks Sam, naked too.

Sam shakes and nods, looking up at both of his older brothers. Muscled arms, toned stomachs, and their cocks are bigger than Sam’s own.

“You want Dean to fuck you?” Jensen asks, voice rough.

Sam’s boxers get tugged down and off and the cool air hits his hard length.

“Holy fuck,” Jensen freezes.
“Yeah, holy shit,” Dean whispers, looking down.

Maybe they shouldn’t be openly staring at Sam’s naked body, his cock hard and red against his pale stomach.

“See that, Dean? Wants us just as bad as we want him,” Jensen purrs.

The other twin moans and sits back, bringing Sam’s ass into his lap. The young boy squeaks but doesn’t make a move to cover himself.

“Get the lube, Jen,” Dean commands as he squeezes Sam’s left thigh and grips his little brothers cock.

Sam’s eyes slam shut as he arches up, shuddering as Dean strokes him slow and firm.

“You want me to fuck you, Sammy?” Dean grunts, green eyes trained on his red, sweaty face.

He needs to finally know what that sweet ass feels like around his cock, teach Sam to take both their dicks. He wants to turn Sam into their own cock slut.

“Open him up, I wanna suck his dick,” Jensen shoves the lube against Deans chest as he clambers back onto the small bed.

He kisses at Sam’s swollen lips and takes over jerking Sam slowly, laying along side him.

“You want me to suck that pretty dick, don’t you, baby boy?” Jensen whispers.

Dean licks his lips and pours some lube on his fingers, hand shaking as he reaches down between Sam’s cheeks to brush his tight hole.

“Ah! Y-yes! Big brother, please!” Sam squeals as Dean pushes his index inside.

His hole glitters around Deans thick finger and its already a tight fit, but its more than Dean could ever ask for.

“Ssh, your big brothers are gonna’ take care of their boy, right, Dean?” Jensen smirks as he moves down the bed to nuzzle Sam’s crotch.

Dean nods and watches his twin lick at their younger brothers tight sac, red and sparsely haired. Sam gasps and bucks.

Dean crooks his fingers and rubs along Sam’s inner walls until his fingers bump his prostate, Sam crying out.

Jensen chuckles, grabs the base of Sam’s aching dick and sinks his plush mouth down onto the boy.

“J-jensen!” Sam’s voice breaks, eyes wide as Jensen sucks him down over and over.

Dean takes the chance to slowly fit another finger inside and scissor them. He’s got both his brothers in his lap, Jensen lapping and sucking at Sam’s painfully hard length, pinching and rolling his balls and looking up at Dean once in awhile.

Jensen is a dirty fucker once alone and it shows as he moans at the taste of Sam filling his mouth, letting his saliva wet his crotch and slip down to his hole where Dean is still fingering him mindlessly. From here he has Deans length bobbing in front of him, beads of pre ejaculate sliding down the shaft.

He gives one last hard suck to Sam’s cock, the boy already sobbing and leans over to take Dean into his mouth.

“Whoa,” his twin hisses as Jensen slurps around the head messily, blinking up innocently at him.

Dean isn’t small by any means, he’s wide and long. Maybe he’ll let Dean fuck him too, Sam can share.

Sam pants as he pushes down on Deans fingers, his older brother watching his twin suck on his cock, hips twitching forward as he moans.

“That’s so hot,” Dean whimpers as Jensen takes most of him, choking and soaking his length in spit.

“I’m ready, I wanna’ get fucked,” Sam nods, rolling his thin hips and pulling Deans hip with his left leg.

Jensen reaches back to squeeze Sam’s thigh reassuringly as he keeps deep throating Dean.

“Let Jensen get his fill real quick, Sammy,” Dean looks at him with lidded eyes. “Then you’ll get yours too.”

Dean gets up on his knees, Jensen still bobbing his head and Dean grunting as he thrusts forward.

Sam doesn’t think he’s seen anything hotter.

“Guys, please,” Sam whimpers, spreading his legs.

Dean pulls Jensen off, murmuring to him to move to the side.

“Sure you want this?” Dean ask, taking Sam’s left leg and lifting it onto his shoulder.

“Yeah he’s sure. Now get on with it, there’s two of us,” Jensen snorts, laying beside Sam.

Dean picks up the lube and drizzles it along his length and watches Sam and Jensen make out, Sam running his thumb along Jensens strong jaw.

Dad would kill them if he found out.

“Dean,” Sam whines softly, looking at him over Jensens head where he’s sucking at his nipples.

But Dean would gladly take the worst beating of his life. Jensen has his tongue down Sam’s throat again as Dean holds Sam’s ankle and nudges his tip to his hole.

Sam cries out into Jensens mouth as Dean enters him with a slick slide. He whimpers at the initial discomfort.

Dean shakes with pleasure and tries not to move too quickly as he pulls out, Sam clenching.

“Faster, Dean. He can take it,” Jensen nods.

Sam nods, eyes wet and lips bitten. Dean picks up his pace, letting his hips snap forward quicker and quicker. Sam cries out brokenly, gripping Jensen tightly as he gets fucked.

Goodness, fuck, Dean is actually fucking his little brother and his twin is punching at his nipples, kissing him, and playing with Sam’s dick. All while Dean watches.

He lets loose, fucking forward harshly and bruising Sam’s pale thigh where he has his hand wrapped around it.

“You want Dean to come inside you, baby boy? Want to finally feel him fill that pretty hole up, bet you’ve been dreamin’ about it,” he hears Jensen growl in Sam’s ear.

Dean is ready to finish, listening to his little brothers sobbing cries and the almost unbearable clench of his small hole around his girth.

“Come on, Dean. Our baby brother is waiting,” Jensen purrs, green eyes alight.

Dean gasps, eyes closing as his balls clench, his cock releasing inside of Sam’s hole. His muscles shake with effort before he exhaled loudly.

“Feel that, Sammy?” Dean smirks and pulls out slowly, his thick come spilling out of Sam’s loose hole.

“There’s so much,” Sam’s voice is shaky and high, face beet red as he reaches down to push his middle finger inside, moaning when more come spills out.

Dean lays on top of his baby brother and kisses him deeply, swirling his tongue in his soft, pliant mouth. Sam sighs softly, winding his long arms around Deans neck.

“Roll over, its my turn,” Jensen slaps his ass.

Sam giggles as Dean flips them both over, Sam’s knees on each side of his hips.

“Gonna fuck my ass next?” Sam grins, looking back at Jensen.

Jensen raises his eyebrows in surprise and grabs the lube.

“Make sure you make it good like Dean,” Sam wiggles his hips and leans back down to kiss Dean.

“Little bitch,” Jensen snorts, walking forward on his knees to press easily inside Sam’s used hole.

His little brother growls and presses back, tilting upward. Jensen holds his cheeks open and sets a steady pace.

“You’re going to be a good boy and come on Jensens cock, right, baby?” Dean murmurs to Sam, who’s whimpering and mewling loudly.

“Y-yes,” Sam gasps, floppy hair bouncing as he gets fucked.
“You need Jensen to force you to come, cause I’m not going to touch that little cock,” Dean smirks.

Sam cries out as Jensen grunts in agreement, fucking him faster. The sounds bouncing off the walls are filthy and wet.

“Fuck, Sam’s little boy pussy feels so good, don’t it, Dean?” Jensen pants, gripping Sam’s hips and pulling him back into every thrust.

Dean nods and licks at Sam’s sweaty neck, love bites littered along the expanse of it.

“So beautiful, baby,” Dean whispers into Sam’s ear, locking eyes with Jensen.

Before today, Dean had never really thought about being intimate with Jensen. Now, his twin had sucked his dick and maybe Dean wants to kiss him now.

“Want something?” Jensen asks breathlessly, still pounding into their baby brother.

Dean leans up a little under Sam’s shuddering body to pull Jensen’s head down into a kiss. Soft lips and a wet tongue, and Sam’s body still getting slammed into.

“I’m gonna–” Sam starts before stilling on a choked scream as he spills across Deans chest and stomach with little 'ah, ah, ah’s’.

“Oh, fuck,” Jensen growls into his mouth as he fucks into Sam a couple more times and snarls as he nuts.

His twin sits up and slowly pulls out and jerks as his tip slips out.

“Push it out, Sammy,” Jensen says quietly, holding him open.

Sam groans sleepily, but Jensen sees his hole flex as he pushed his come out; thick and sticky. Jensen sticks his index inside and twisting it.

“Leave him to sleep, Jen,” Dean whispers and slides Sam off to his left side.

“We’re going to have to wake him up early to clean up–well our mess,” Jensen shrugs and lays down on Sam’s other side.

Dean reaches behind him to turn off the lamp and when he turns back, Jensen is watching him, moonlight making his green eyes shine.

“What?” Dean snorts softly, kissing Sam’s sweaty forehead.

“Nothing. Just hadn’t imagined it like this,” Jensen whispers.

“Me neither, but it was fucking awesome,” Dean laughs.

“Yeah, I think little Sammy here is gonna be a slut,” Jensen teases.
“Our slut,” Dean yawns back, leaning over to kiss Jensen sweetly.

“Night, Jen,” he smiles.
“Whatever,” Jensen bushes.

This wasn’t my best work.

Do you ever wonder what would have happened to the beta kids if they’d returned to human society after the game? Because ive always thought of an ending where they all go back to the day john turned 13 and started reliving their lives from that moment.

Mainly I would think of 2 paths: 1) they keep contacting each other, move in together and live happily ever after, or 2) they all go insane because they’re traumatized for life and cant fit in anymore.

But then i thought about another ending, where they all resume their lives but kind of..drift apart.
I mean we all have friends that we used to know but stopped contacting as we grew up, so why not them too?
Sure right after the game they would chat to each other on pesterchum, talk about moving in after collage, etc. but then they grow up more, some start high school, and everyone starts becoming so busy that they naturally drift away from each other.

And then, maybe someday; persterchum would shut down.

Everyone would think ‘hey its no big deal, we’ll just use something else’ - and they do find a substitute for it - but something would feel off. Not right. Different.
They would try do go back to the old days, chat a lot, tell everyone about their ongoing lives - but it doesn’t work. The conversations would slowly dwindle down to once a day, once a few days, once a week, and then..almost never.

They might meet up once in a while after they grow up, but that’s about it. Everyone is living their own lives now and Sburb feels so surreal, something more like a bad childhood dream rather than reality. None of the kids try to bring the story up around each other because theyre not sure if it was even a real thing.

All they remember is that they met on the internet, and have known each other ever since.

Incident with Ashton’s Microphone

Okay so ever since I came on tumblr and went through my 5sos tag all I’ve been seeing is people going ape shit because Ashton’s microphone was “turned off”. But can we sit back down and be actually think what could have happened like a technical problem or problem with wiring or maybe the batteries in the mic ran out cause that happens all the time (I work with my school’s technical crew and I handle sound I know what I’m talking about) even when we do a sound check they work and we get to the performance they stop working. IM NOT HATING ANYONE WHOSE GONE AND LASHED OUT CAUSE IF THE MIC WAS PURPOSEFULLY TURNED OFF THEN I WOULD BE HELLA MAD TOO.. All I’m trying to say is that its A LOT of pressure running a show this big even when I handle sound at school it a lot of pressure cause your not just handling one person’s mic, your handle so many other little things and MISTAKES HAPPEN THINGS GO WRONG and when we are in the middle of a performance we can’t necessarily get up change the mic or the batteries or trouble shoot whatever the problem may be. So I’m not hating anyone…All i’m trying to say is that lets sit back and think through what could have happened and do you think John (their sound guy) would have purposefully turned Ash’s mic off? So lets be calm about the situation its a mistake it happened…BUT IF IT WAS PURPOSEFULLY TURNED OFF (which i don’t think the case is however) THEN A BIG FUCK YOU TO THE PERSON WHOSE BEHIND IT. 

I know I might get hate for this but I’ve been handling sound at events for 5 years I know when stuff like this happens, I know half way through mics turn off and to everyone else it looks like the mic was purposefully turned off but 95% of the time its not the case cause when a mic turns off or the batteries run out and there’s any kind of a problem with it no one can hear the person in their in-ears not even the sound people and rest of the tech support crew, so lets be kind and appreciative to their team who most likely tried to resolve the problem but couldn’t don’t let their efforts go unnoticed cause we are really important people when it comes to running shows, we handle all the lights, sound and backstage so yeah…Sorry about the rant…

ALSO QUICKLY I LOVE THAT WE ALL COME TOGETHER AS A FAMILY WHEN SOMETHING HAPPENS SO PEACE AND LOVE GUYS but sometimes we need to sit and think before we start pointing fingers :-) ( I LOVE YOU ALL SORRY IF I COME ACROSS AS BRAGGING OR BEING MEAN THAT IS NEVER MY INTENTION LOVE YOU)