Into You [Side to Side Pt. 2]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Request(s)(Ooh boy here we go):

  • Wow! I loved your Peter Parker imagine. Pleeaaassseee do more of those because damnnnn
  • side to side is soo perfect akhjjkfjkas im in love pls write another part
  • Park 2 for side to side?
  • Can I please get a continuation to side to side. Please!!! I loved it, could it be the smutty continuation please ❤️ Love your writing BTW

Word Count: 3148… I got carried away with this… Sorry/not sorry

Song: Gee I wonder… Into You by Ariana Grande

Summary: You and Peter work out what happened at the gym in the most sinful way possible… by doing it again. Only this time, you get it right.

Warnings: Sinsinsinsinsin, swearing, oral (both receiving), creepy Flash, idk if there are any warnings that aren’t smut related tbh

Author’s Note: I need to specify apparently, both Peter and the reader are the same age. Nothing illegal is happening in this, don’t hate on me. ALSO! This is my first smut ever. Pass me some holy water, y’all this is some spicy shit.

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Stark’s Girl (NSFW)

Pairing: Peter Parker(Spider-Man) x Reader

Summary: Reader is Stark’s daughter and has a crush on Spider-Man AND Peter Parker. What happens when Spidey shows up in her room?

Words: 2972

Warning: SMUT and fluff and language

  Being Tony Stark’s daughter has its perks, the biggest one being that you know the Avengers. A lot of your classmates, girls and guys alike, always bombard you with questions ranging from “Are they really as nice as we think” to “Is Thor’s ‘hammer’ as big as we think. You have no answers for the latter kind. Even if you were legal age, they’ve become your family: it’d just be weird
However, there’s one Avenger that you’d jump at the chance to get with; Spider-Man. You’ve never actually met him, you don’t even know his age, but at this point of your crush, it didn’t matter to you. You’re too far down that rabbit hole.
Which is why you’re in your current situation: some asshole jock trying to ask you out. You’ve already done the polite refusal, but he won’t give up. Time for plausible excuse now. You glance around for any help and see your second crush, Peter Parker.

  There are a couple reasons for this one. One, he didn’t ever try to pursue you like many others did. Two, he’s shy and pretty sweet. Three, he’s smart and not afraid to show it.

  You couldn’t use him as your excuse. He gets bullied enough, no need to add to it. So, you went with your second choice.

  “Sorry, but I already have plans with Spider-Man tonight. My dad set it up for me.”

  Everyone’s attention turns to you, which only makes a faint blush crawl up your neck. Pressing your books tighter to your chest, you hold yourself higher just like Tony had taught you when you go to galas. When you turn to leave for your next class, you see Peter looking at you with slight surprise and something else that you can’t recognize.

  Choosing to ignore it for now, you walk past everyone who’d been staring at you, though they’re still staring since you turned down one of the most sought-after jocks on the team. Some of them understand because who would pass up a date with Spider-Man? Others wonder if you’re mentally ill.

  Ned elbows Peter hard after people start scattering. “Dude! Y/n Stark and you?”

  Peter feels his cheeks flush as he rolls his shoulder to relax his arm from his friend hitting him. “Actually, no. That never was set up, so no. I, nor Spidey, have a date with her.”

  Ned furrows his brows, leaning against the lockers. “But…what’s keeping you from showing up at her place later?”

  Pausing, Peter stares into the empty space of his locker. What is keeping him from showing up and just…hanging out with her as Spider-Man? He didn’t have a chance as Peter Parker, but apparently Spider-Man does. So, with a slam of his locker, he sets a plan in his head.

  And boy are you in for a surprise.
  You groan out loud as you fall face first onto your bed, your backpack forgotten by your bedroom door. The Avengers are out on a mission, but there’s food in the fridge from last night so you aren’t stranded on your own. It’s kind of weird being on your own after the Avengers had taken a break. Well, it isn’t their choice, but now they’re allowed to go out again and fight. You’re happy they have their jobs back, but ever since the team pretty much split in half, it’s been weird to get used to.

  Rolling onto your back, your hair splaying over your bed behind you, you close your eyes with a heavy sigh. You’re alone for an undetermined amount of time with hardly any homework left because you used your study hall to do it instead of getting a guy to make out with and no one to call because you really don’t make friends in your classes, so you’re stuck.

  A tap on your window makes you jump in surprise. Who could be at your window when you literally live in a skyscraper? So, being the curious girl you are, you pad silently over to the window and pull the curtains back, nearly screaming when you suddenly see Spider-Man’s face. Well, masked face, but it still counts. You somehow keep yourself from falling backwards before you open the window to let him in. You didn’t want him to fall off the side of the building!

  “What the hell are you doing?” you ask, your voice squeaking in surprise.

  A muffled chuckle comes from him. “Sorry to scare you, but someone told me we had plans together. Why didn’t I get wind of that?”

  You turn red, but shrug playfully. “Well, maybe word didn’t get around to you fast enough, mar busy-body. Though…since you’re here…”

  He tilts his head. “Since I’m here…”

  “We could hang out.”

  You can’t tell what his expression is under his mask, but you do see the eyes on his mask widen slightly. It’s actually a little funny to watch his mask move with his expression. You smile cheekily at him as you move to sit on the small couch in your room, which is in front of your TV and gaming stand. You pat the seat next to you.

  “Are you coming over here to talk to me or what?”

  He nearly jumps clear across the room to land on the couch next to you, making you giggle at him. Who knew Spider-Man was such a goof?

  “So, uh…y-you wanted to talk? Or hang out?”

  “Isn’t that kinda what we’re doing?” You ask, leaning your elbow onto the arm of the couch behind you and laying your head against your fist.

  He nods quickly, folding his hands in his lap. He’s bending forward a little bit, obviously nervous, but also excited to be here with you.

  You grin. You’re already having fun with him and you can’t wait to see what happens with this.

  He clears his throat. “So, uh, wanna know anything about me?”

  You hum softly as you think. There are several things you really wanna know, but you don’t wanna scare him off. As a Stark, you’re not very…censored, so it’s easy to scare people who aren’t used to it and you don’t know what all Spidey can take of your brashness, so you go with the first, logical choice.

  “Who are you under that mask, Mr. wallcrawler?”

  He chuckles, nudging your arm with his elbow. “You know I can’t tell you. You should know better than anyone that I can’t.”

  You roll your eyes, turning to sit facing him, meaning that your back is to the arm of the couch. “Well…what can I see of your face?”

  He sighs softly, giving in to you a little as he pulls his mask up just over his nose. You keep yourself from blushing when your eyes glance down to his pink lips and back up to the white eyes of his mask. You bite your bottom lip as you think more in your head, trying to keep all the thoughts you know are just plain awful that you really want to do with him down out of your mouth.

  Oh, the things you wanted to do to him with your mouth.

  “You okay? You haven’t said anything in a while,” he says softly, getting nervous since you hadn’t said anything after he pulled his mask up slightly.

  “Huh? O-oh, no! I’m fine! Promise.”

  “Hey, Y/n!” your father calls from down the hall. “Me and the team are heading out for a bit, you gonna be okay on your own?”

  Your thoughts run faster with this. “Yeah, Dad! I’ll just study or something!”

  Spider-Man watches you as a huge smile spreads across your lips and you scoot to sit closer to him. “So, Spidey, do you…wanna do anything fun?”

  He smiles softly, scratching the back of his head. “Um, yeah. That’d be awesome.”

  You lean towards him, trying to keep your eyes on his instead of his lips. “Do you trust me? To do something fun with you?”

  He nods slowly, glancing down at your lips even though you can’t see it. “Yeah…I do.”

  You grin before you crash your lips onto his, one of your hands moving to cup his cheek, keeping him close. His hands immediately grab your waist, pulling you closer than you were a few seconds ago. Smirking to yourself, you pull away from his hands and his lips, standing up and walking to your bed with a sway in your hips. He turns to watch you, licking his lips as he tries to process everything. Are you serious about this?

  You rest your hands on your hips. “You coming or am I doing this on my own?”

  Again, he jumps across the room to you, his arms wrapping around your waist again, hands playing with the hem of your shirt. You giggle softly, curling your arms around his neck to play with the small curls that slipped out the back of his mask. You feel a little weird to be doing this, after all you have another crush on an amazing boy from high school who’s the sweetest ever, but…

  It’s not every day you get a chance to be with Spider-Man.

  You press your lips to his again, only this time he’s ready for it and he moves his lips with yours languidly. You could do this all day, you’ve never kissed anyone that makes you feel this way. As heat starts to build within you, his tongue flicks across your lips before slipping into your mouth. He seems cautious to do anything with you, so you have to take the lead.

  Tugging at his curls, you nip his bottom lip gently and step back towards your bed, pulling him on top of you as you fall onto your bed. You both end up laughing softly as he pulls himself up to hover above your body, dipping down again to kiss you. He would probably only keep doing that if you let him, just kissing your lips over and over and over…

  But you have other ideas.

  You press the small spider on his chest to loosen his suit. You helped your uncle design it, so you know how it works, even though that surprises him that you do. Helping you out, he pulls his gloves off and slides his suit off his body, revealing all the muscles he’s gained from his job. Man, is he built, but he’s still lean. Definitely not as big as Cap, but built more than guys at school are when they brag about their muscles.

  “Eight pack?” you ask with a smirk, dragging your fingers down his abs, making him tense them in surprise.

  “Uh, well, you know…climbing walls and swinging around New York takes a lot of…core strength.”

  Not boastful. Good trait to have.

  You pull your shirt off with an arch of your back. The white eyes on his mask seem to widen as you reveal more of your bare, flush skin to him. He licks his lips again before he starts pressing wet, open mouth kisses to your jaw and down your neck. You let out a soft gasp of surprise before you end up whining when he nibbles at the spot right above your collar bone, which only makes him grin and suck on your skin. You have a feeling he really doesn’t care about leaving marks or is even thinking about the consequences of what could happen if anyone sees them. Not that you are, either.

  His hands run down your stomach to the hem of your pants, his fingers hooking into the belt loops of them. He tugs and you lift your hips, letting him pull your pants down which also pulls your underwear down a little, just enough to make it obvious that he’s getting very excited.

  You giggle softly, pulling his suit off his hips and down his legs, showing off his plaid boxers. He picks you up to lay you down on your bed again, your head on your pillows as he kicks his suit off, climbing over you. You wrap your arms back around his neck to crash his lips back to yours, your tongue immediately invading his mouth again. His hips press down against yours and you whine, wanting both of your underclothes gone so you can just feel him. God, did you want to feel him.

  He must feel the same since he hooks his finger into your panties and pulls them down, followed by his boxers. You quickly pull away from him to twist your body and fumble for your bedside table drawer. He smiles as he starts placing kisses on your back, sucking and licking every now and then, gently biting your shoulder blades when you stretch them. You whimper as you tug a small packet out of the drawer and hold it in front of his eyes.

  “What’s this?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

  “Did you never go to sex ed?” You let out a soft laugh. “It’s a condom. You put it on your dick so I don’t get pregnant.”

  His cheeks flare red as he gently takes it from you, tearing it open carefully so it doesn’t rip before rolling it onto himself, biting his lip as his eyes drag along your body. You smile, tracing your fingers over the lines of his muscles. He shudders and ducks his head down to leave kisses along the tops of your breasts, only being stopped by the bra you hadn’t slipped off. He growls and nips at your skin as his hands travel behind you, fumbling with the clasp as he can’t keep his mouth off your skin. You moan softly when you rock your hips up against his and his cock presses against your clit. He smiles as he finally frees your breasts from the confines of your bra and finally takes the nipple of your left breast in your mouth to tongue over and suck.

  You rock your hips up again and the tip snags slightly at your entrance, making him push his hips forward at the feeling, wanting to just wreck you completely.

  “Spider-Man,” you whisper breathily against his ear, tugging at the curls on the base of his neck. “Please, take me. I need you.”

  His hand goes to your neglected breast and gently kneads it as he presses into you, making both of you moan and you to hiss softly in his ear. He lifts his head from your chest and captures your lips sweetly, passionately.

  Then, you realize it’s more than just two bodies having sex.

  His thrusts start slowly, gently just rocking your body with his hips. It starts driving you crazy as he keeps his steady, slow, hot pace. So much that it makes you whimper his name in his ear, which only makes him grin as he moves his lips to your neck again, sucking on the mark his already left. When you whimper again, his hips jerk forward quickly and hard.

  “Shit!” You squeal, hips bucking with the thrust.

  He chuckles breathlessly against your neck, starting up again with that same pace now, hard and quick thrusts mixed in with his former slow and steady. Each one making a different sound leave your lips, sometimes a squeal or high moan, sometimes a yell of his name. Each sound you make drives him on, soft groans and your name leaving him.

  “Spidey, oh, god…” you murmur into his ear, your arms wrapping over his shoulders to pull him closer, your nails dragging across his skin to leave marks that would definitely be there in the morning.

  “Close, baby?” he whispers into your neck, gently biting at your neck. “Wanna cum on my dick?”

  You whine, arching your back. “Please, please, harder…”

  He lifts himself up, hands on either side of your head before his hips suddenly slam forward, making you cry out loudly as you clench around him, your entire body going rigid under him. He smiles softly, watching you come undone as he keeps slamming into you until he moans loudly, filling the condom. You pull him back down and leave gentle kisses along his shoulder and up is neck, sucking at the skin right under his jaw.

  He pulls out of you slowly after you both calm down from your orgasm and falls onto his side next to you. He pulls the condom off and ties it off before throwing it away in your trashcan and burying it in tissues and paper balls. He finally collapses next to you, groaning softly.

  “This…might just be…the best day…of my entire life,” he whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.

  You giggle, curling up next to him and slinging your arm over his stomach. “Wanna cuddle for a bit?”
He nods, pulling you against his body. “Honestly…I’ll probably pass out soon. Sorry in advance.”

  You nod, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Go ahead and sleep, my hero. You did a lot of work today.”

  He smiles and you watch as the eyes on his mask close. You wait a while until his chest rises and falls evenly, only then daring to mess with his mask. His entire body is still sparkling with sweat from the sex you just had, so wouldn’t it be better if he could breathe easier without the mask?

  You gently, carefully, pull the mask off his face, watching as loose, sweaty curls drop onto his forehead, a grin spreading your lips. No reason to feel guilty about sleeping with Spider-Man now.

  Peter Parker lays next to you in your bed, curls in his face, eyes closed, breathing softly, after you had just had sex. You cuddle close to his chest, your legs entangled with his own.

  It’ll be fun when you wake up later.

tags: @captainswriting @caitsymichelle13 @384-chubby-dumpling


good luck | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by void-obriens

a/n: i want more reggie asap like riverdale give us more reggie please i need it in my life. i also had a lot of fun playing around with like kind good protective reggie instead of jerk jock reggie!! asshole to the world but never to his girl!💙💛🏈1️⃣4️⃣

prompt: 55- “don’t you dare lay a finger on her” & 86- “you know it’s okay to cry”

you walk out of the gym still clad in your cheerleading uniform, the hall filling with the loud commotion of kids as they pour out from their classes.

you see the jocks exit their locker room rowdy from practice you assume, as you make your way toward your locker one of the jocks bumps into you sending you toward the ground

“watch it idiot” i spit annoyed picking myself up of the floor “me watch it? how about you watch your mouth vixen” he steps closer to me trying to intimidate me. i place my hand on his chest pushing the jock out of my face

“you think your tough because your a bulldog?” i giggle and roll my eyes at the teen “get out of my face Chuck”

i try and move past as a crowd gathers but he’s hands dart to my arm and he pulls me back pushing me up against the lockers “no can do princess” he snarls

“seriously chuck stop being a meat head and let me go” he steps back and i glance at him before walking forward only to have chuck grab a handful of my ass as i pass

i freeze turning on my heel “what the hell chuck!” i yell feeling sick to my stomach “oh c'mon (y/n), i had to see if the rumours were true” he bites his lip and runs his hands over his head taking a good look at my body

i suddenly feel self conscious in my uniform and lookas a crowds gather “CLAYTON!” a sudden voice yells

i search for the voice as none other than reggie mantle steps through the sea of jocks and shoves his friend into the lockers behind him just like the boy had done with me.

“ah chill mantle im just having fun with the hottest little river vixen, right (y/n)” the jocks get giddy pushing on each other like ‘bros’

“it’s fine reg forget it” i mutter to the raven haired boy turning to leave the scene “yeah reg it’s fine” chuck tease slipping past the boy and walking briskly toward me to get one last touch of my ass

i squeal disgusted in the boys actions, and like lightning reggie is next to me in a flash shoving the dim witted boy up against the lockers holding him up by his sweat shirt

“don’t you dare lay a finger on her” he warns getting into his face “you hear me” he shouts and the boy nods vigorously “okay okay reg chill” he drops the boy down and I turn walking away as fast as my legs could take me.

“did i hear that chuck & reggie were fighting over you today!” ronnie gushes as we prepare for the big game.

i roll my eyes applying another coat of mascara to my lashes “jeez v it wasn’t like that at all” i exhale placing down the wand and turning to face my two best friends “chuck was being a handsy dick and reggie stuck up for me thats all”

they share a puzzled glance “wait what do you mean handsy?” betty pushes worry washing over her face “he just grabbed my ass a few times and yeah I don’t want to talk about it can we just drop it?”

“(y/n) that’s not nothing you-” and by some grace of god cheryl bounds into the locker room “let’s go sluts show time”

“god i hate the kids at this school” i mummer before following the raven and blonde headed girls out and onto the field.

we stand along the track as the bulldogs rip through their banner jogging onto the school field as the bleacher erupt in cheers. we do a few cheers and flips before it was the opposing teams turn to enter

i make my way over to the drinks table and catch chuck and his mates staring me down like a piece of meat making gestures that would only make a girl feel sick to her stomach

and like clockwork tears dribble down your fast as fast as they appear “(y/n?)” i cuz sand turn away from the boy quickly wiping my eyes before turning back to the jock “reg hey” i smile

“your crying” he states and i shake my head denying it which only causes me to cry even more “im sorry it’s stupid i shouldn’t be crying im fine” i choke and he shakes his head stepping closer to me

“hey hey” he places his hands on my shoulders in attempts to comfort me “you know it’s okay to cry?” he questions dabbing a few of my fallen tears with his thumb

“do you?” i tease earning a laugh from him which cause me to giggle to myself “um yes for a fact i do, your looking at a dude who cried during the fault in our stars”

my eyes widen “no way” he shrugs his shoulders “guilty, but if you tell anyone im afraid I’ll have to kill ya” he said as a matter of fact. i hold my hand up “scouts honour”

i wipe the remaining tears off my face and take a few steady breathes trying to block out chuck and he’s idiotic friends

“forget Chuck okay? a guy like that doesn’t deserve a pretty girls tears okay?” i look up into his eyes and smile to myself “thanks reg” he smiles shyly.

“anytime (y/n/n)” he plays with his helmet and i glance down to my shoes to nervous to say anything else

“mantle lets go!” he turns to his coach as he yells for him “coming coach” he yells back glancing at me looking slightly guilty

“im sorry ive gotta go” and i shake my head touches his shoulder softly “it’s fine it’s fine!”

“goodluck” he smiles at me and i blush “thanks reg” he waits glancing at me “what aren’t you going to wish me good luck?” he sasses and giggle.

“you won’t need it but” i throw my arms around the boys next and stand on my tip toes kissing him

“good” kiss “luck” kiss “reg” kiss

i take my hands away from his neck settling them on his chest as his still linger around my waist “woah that was way better” i smile giddy as he re joins our lips “good luck my little vixen”

“MANTLE” he rolls his eyes “im coming coach im coming!” he yells giving me another kiss before rushing off to his team turning around and smiling giddily at your as a blush covers your face.

maybe not all jocks where jerks after all

sneak peak of i’m not ashamed

SCENE ONE: long haired Rachel holds an fruit longingly while Token Goth Girl in a Christian Movie twaddles her fingers. They all have apples and nothing else. Just apples at this table. And everyone looks miserable.

OwO what’s this? She looks to the side and sees Rat Boy, Dildo Ebola, eating an orange. That’s the orange table, Rachel. We’re the apple table. We don’t associate with them. Why are they eating so much fruit? Why is he looking at her like that? Why is he looking at her at all? Why does he care?


fLUSTERED dylan suddenly turns to his orange

Yes… orange, very peely and orange. he is looking for anything to distract him from his boring red-shirted friend, who is staring lustfully at an apple, a probable symbolism of the girls at the Apple Table . 

“get rid of all the fat ugly retarted gross stupid weird nerd star wars fans old people nickelback fans bronies twihards people that arent i eric har” wAIT, this red shirted, hairy-armed chap must be Eric Hairless! Wonderful. He has a glass of apple juice, and an apple. What a rebellious choice from someone outside the Apple Table. Must symbolize what will happen to the people at the Apple Table. Eric you cruel monster….. you devil…. I cant even look at him and his ham sandwich. 

Dildo and random guy who i’m assuming is some sort of Brooks Brown character look at ranting child Eric with distaste. Is he done? Will he ever be done? Seems, upon closer inspection, Dylan is the only one eating an orange. Is every table the Apple Table? Does this symbolize how Dildo Memaw had no sense of belonging in the world? What the everloving fuck is Brooks Brown Guy wearing? 1950′s Grandpa pajamas? That’s not grunge at all. We have our first glance at the pristine white hats in the background. Our eric finishes his rant and looks at Dildo for validation. W-Was it cool, Dylan-senpai? OwO?

“y-yeah.” He stutters. Oh god. I can just smell Dave Cullen. What the fuck is he wearing??? Is that some kind of bondage harness? Or it could be just a keycard or something but to what? Weird design to it also.

Eric, finding validation in the y-yeah, continues on with his rant, looking up from his beloved apple to his gay lover. “Nobody is deserving of this planet,” he says “just me and who i chose.” FUNNY because I think i remember the quote being “Give the world back to the animals, they deserve it more than we do,” but of course they had to satan it up so people hated him more.

“send them all up to space”

“dude we can’t send them to space”

TWO trenchcoated figures appear in the background! We weren’t looking at Dylan and Eric the entire time! These inaccuracies weren’t actually inaccuracies. Thank you Dave. But they are. 

“look at these F AR T K N O CK ERS!!!”

alright, i’ll admit i lost my s h i t when he said that. Whhhhat? is that a slang for gay… because like, anal? Probably not. Probably a Christian censored version of ‘fag’ or something. So… it could be? I don’t know. It’s easier not to think about it….. they never said it…………………………………… they never said it….

“what’s up? F O U R E YE S” he pushes the trenchcoated chap into a table. 

He kinda just nudges him into the table, but he flies across the table, knocking everything over, breaking his spine and rendering him immobile for the rest of his life. Not really. But i’m sure Dave asked. By the way, yes, I’m sure Dave Cullen is involved with this movie. He can call me a dirtbag, but I know.

he gets up?

and falls to the ground, his trenchcoat goth friends dragging him away as Jock Stud over there kicks him. He has been rendered immobile for some reason. Everyone watches, amused. This always happens at 12:00. Same time every morning. It’s a spectacle.

come on bro, we gotta be gay somewhere else…. these heterosexuals don’t accept us.”


thanks, jock? is that even an insult? thanks for the motivation,

The jocks laugh in triumph, they have belittled another Goth. They’re so fucking cool, and they know it. There are many ways to wear a white hat, but they’re all wearing it at a 90 degree angle, pristine white like they soak them in bleach before they go to school, and backwards. 

they have this really long pan on this black kid. Eric’s face is wrinkled in distaste. I think this is the moment trying to signify that Eric is racist because he’s looking at the black bully distastefully. Alright, Christian Movie. Thanks for that.

Rachel giving the Lanza Stare™ to the Jocks. 

Who is this and why are him and Rachel making intimate eye contact? He looks like Dennis the Menace. Like who the fuck is this supposed to be. Also what shampoo does that other jock guy use? Damn


What I’m assuming is he’s one of Rachel’s friends that is trying to relapse and recover from his Jock Asshole ways but he can’t seem to quit. Rachel reminds him and he feels shame.

Back to the Sin Table, Dylan looks expectantly at Eric as he continues peeling his fucking orange. He expects him to be like I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY IF YOU EVER TOUCH HIM AGAIN ILL FRICKIN KILL YOU ILL PULL OUT A GODDAMN SHOTGUN AND BLOW YOUR DAMN HEAD OFF DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU LITTLE WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAAAAHP but no, sadly, because that is not Eric’s true colors. That is his mobster alter-ego, Reb.

He looks like a thirty year old christian youth leader that’s newly married with a baby on the way. But he looks angry also… i guess?? I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.

he violently bangs his apple on the table. Damn, does he want to bang someone from the Apple Table on the table?/?/????? Where does his violence end

ooh dam, it got a broose. Also he’s fucking shredded. Why.

-the scene fades to black-

First Date

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Summary: Jeff and (Y/N) had their first date.

Words: 1.509

A/N: I am overwhelmed that my Jeff imagine has more than 500 notes and I can’t thank you, guys, enough. Expect more Jeff imagines and if you have some requests, my ask box is always open. Please, because I need more Jeff Atkins imagines. HE SURELY DESERVED BETTER!

P.S.: Expect more imagines later as I am feeling productive today. 

- G. x

“(Y/N), Jeff is here!” Your brother Alex shouted as he knocked on your bedroom door. You excitedly opened the door as it was your ever first date with a guy. “You look amazing.” He complimented you as he examined your look.

“Thanks, Lex.” You kissed him on his cheek as you felt little more confident with your brother’s compliment.

“Truth.” He smiled as you both went downstairs. He has always been an overprotective brother and it sometimes annoyed you, because he was worse than your parents when it came to you and boys.

“Sweet.” You said as you opened the front door. You saw a nervous Jeff waiting for you outside and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Hey Jeff!”

“Hey, (Y/N)! Hey, Alex!” He politely greeted and you flashed him a sweet smile, although you wanted to give him a tight hug for your contentment.

“Atkins, not later that 10 pm. Okay?” Your brother strictly imposed and you saw Jeff gulping as he became more nervous.

“Alex, I am not 12 anymore.” You shot him a death glare and he rolled his eyes.

“Alright, 11 pm and that’s final!” He crossed his arm and the only thing you did was to huff.

“Alex Standall!” You protested.

“It’s perfectly fine, (Y/N). Alex, she’ll be home by 11 pm.” Jeff courteously assured your bigger brother and you just shook your head. His nervousness seemed to fade away.

“Good! Take care of her if you don’t want a baseball bat stuck up in your ass.” Alex sassily warned and you dragged Jeff away from the front yard as you were fed up by your brother’s behaviour. He crossed the line.

“Fuck off, Alex.” You rolled your eyes and he just laughed because he knew that he successfully annoyed you.

“Enjoy!” He winked at you and Jeff and he went inside the house, closing the front door.

“Asshole.” You shouted and Jeff just laughed because he found your relationship with your brother amazing. “Don’t mind him, Jeff.”

“It’s alright.” He smiled at you as you started to walk towards the movie theatre. “He’s perfectly got the point.” He was nervous when he first saw you, but then he felt comfortable, luckily.

“But we have time just until 11 pm.” You fussed. “He’s annoying when he acts like this.”

“He loves you and he wants the best for you, (Y/N).” Jeff explained as he knew how boys are made of. “But don’t worry because I am not failing your brother.” Some of them are jerks and they would just break girls’ hearts, but Jeff wasn’t one of them. He was an angel and a gentleman.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe that you are defending my brother! I am remembering you that you are going out on a date with me and not with that pain in the ass.” You rolled your eyes, but you let out a loud laugh as you heard Jeff laughing.

“Oh, right!” He agreed and you just laughed even more. “But the first rule is court the family first.” He winked at you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder.
In no time, you arrived at the movie theatre and you stood in front of the ticket booth with Jeff.

“What film would you like to watch?” Jeff asked you as he was looking at the movie posters.

“30 ways to die!” You happily exclaimed and he smiled at you. It was a horror film, but you didn’t want to choose the romantic one because you thought that it was so cliché.

“Two tickets for 30 ways to die is it then.” He handed the money to the clerk and he got the two tickets.

“Enjoy!” The clerk exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Thank you.” He thanked politely. It amazes you how educated Jeff is. He was grown well by his parents. He was not one of those asshole jocks at school and you liked him for that.

“Thank you.” You gratefully thanked him.

“Not a biggie!” He caressed your cheek with his thumb and then you proceeded inside the movie theatre. There you saw Clay and Hannah as they were talking of their stuffs while working.

“Oh hey!” Clay greeted the two of you and he did his usual handshake with Jeff. “I bet you are watching Never Say Goodbye tonight.”

“Wrong guess, Jensen!” You winked at him and you noticed Jeff corrugating his forehead. Was he jealous? “Hey Hannah!”

“Hi there!” She flashed you her sweetest smile and you thought that she was really beautiful.

“How much is it?” Jeff asked as he was about to take his billfold out.

“Everything’s on me tonight! Enjoy your date, love birds!” Clay teased the two of you and Jeff just shook his head for his best friend’s attitude.

“See you later!” Hannah winked at me. “Enjoy!”

“Thank you so much.” You both smiled at your friends and went to the screening room. You were just right in time and the film has started.

From the beginning of the film, you already regretted that you chose a horror film. You were so scared and you never shouted like that before. Luckily, there was Jeff who hugged you in every scary scene, even though he risked getting his tympanum broken. But in short, he was hugging you the whole time.

You didn’t mind it at first, but then you loved the feeling of having his arms wrapped around your shoulders, so you went with it.

“Great film, isn’t it?” Jeff winked at you as the lights turned on after the film. “Let’s watch another horror movie?”

“Cut it off, Atkins!” You laughed as you pretended to be annoyed at him. “But thank you.”

“You’re always welcome, (Y/N).” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you walked out of the room.

“How was the film?” Clay asked in a teasing tone and you just shook your head.

“Great.” Jeff gave two thumbs up and a wink in response. Hannah and Clay giggled as they surely heard the screams coming from the room, but you shook it off.

“Have a good night, guys.” Clay sweetly said.

“Good night.” You and Jeff said in unison. You noticed Jeff trying not to smile as Clay was silently teasing him.

“Bring her home before her curfew or Alex will hate you forever.” Hannah warned and you all laughed at the thought of the curfew.

“We better get going then.” Jeff seriously said this time and you said your goodbyes to Hannah and Clay.

You started to walk way back home and, fortunately, you still had time before the curfew. Alex was serious about it and you had no guts to violate his rules or you knew that he would be worse than he already was.

“Thank you once again, Jeff.” You said as you reached your block. “I had fun, even if it wasn’t obvious.”

“I had fun too, thank you.” He slightly giggled as he thanked you and you found him cute and sexy.

There was a moment of silence and you both found yourselves leaning in for a good night kiss.

The thought of kissing Jeff’s lips made your heart skip every beat of it. You shared a sweet kiss while he caressed your cheek and you loved it, although it had a popcorn taste, but it soon ended because your nosey brother opened the door and you both had to act normal.

“Exact 11 pm. Great job, Jeff.” Alex smiled sincerely as he hid his phone that served him to see the time. “No more curfew next time.”

“Finally!” You rejoiced because of what your brother had said and he just let out a laugh.

“Idiot.” He playfully insulted you. “Let’s go?”

“Yes, sir!” You nodded as you flashed Jeff a smile once again. “See you on Monday?”

“See you on Monday.” Jeff smiled widely as he thought of the kiss that you had shared. You were still blushing and feeling nervous because of it, but you managed to not get caught by your brother.

“Bye!” You said in unison and you watched him as he walked back home.

“So, how was the kiss?” Alex quickly asked as you entered the house. There he was, being nosey once again.

“Oh my God, Alex!” You covered your face as you felt the burning sensation for one more time. You felt uncomfortable talking of these things with your big brother.

“He better not hurts you or the baseball bat!” He winked at you and you both laughed loudly. You finally understood that he was just protecting you and Jeff was doing the right thing to court your family first before you.

“Thank you, asshole.” You hugged your dorky brother to thank him sincerely.

“No problem.” He hugged you back and gave you a kiss on your forehead while he played with your hair.

You were happy that your first date with Jeff went well and, of course, you were grateful to have Alex as your brother, even though he was so overprotective and vexatious.

I Hate That I Love You / Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Requested by @13rw-monty; hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by chriswoods

“Move, (Y/L/N).” You heard the familiar, hateful voice come from behind you as you stood at your locker. You rolled your eyes and ignored it, prompting him to continue: “Seriously, move, you’re in my way.“ 

You turned, finding yourself face to face with Montgomery De La Cruz, who simultaneously annoyed you and made your heart flutter. His locker was next to yours, and he always seemed to get so angry when you were there at the same time. "You have plenty of room.” you stated simply. 

“Can’t you just move? I can’t get to my damn books because of you.” Montgomery wasn’t the nicest guy in the world in general, or at least that’s what he wanted people to think, but when it came to you? No one had ever been more to rude to you than he is, and no one has ever gotten on his nerves the way you seem to. You scoffed and slammed your locker shut, intentionally hitting him with your shoulder as you pushed past him to get to class, letting your arm brush against him for just an extra second. What he didn’t notice was that you did it on purpose. 

What you didn’t notice was how his eyes followed you all the way down the hall. 

But he didn’t realize that you were watching. When he thought no one else was, you were. 

You saw how on the very first day of school, he didn’t just tell a freshman where her class was, he walked her there. 

You saw how when another freshman dropped her books a week later, he picked them all up for her. 

You saw how when a sophomore guy didn’t have lunch money, Montgomery bought lunch for him. 

You saw all of the moments that he wanted to hide– he wanted to be seen as tough, but deep down? He was kind-hearted and caring.


You were just starting your junior year and you were standing in Jess’ living room, drink in hand. You felt good tonight– your hair and makeup was done, you were dressed up for the first time in weeks, and the little bit of alcohol flowing through your veins was boosting your confidence. 

“(Y/N)! Hey!” Jess slurred, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hey, Jess!” you said laughing, "Where’s Justin?“ 

"He’s late, can you believe that?” she said, rolling her eyes. “What kind of boyfriend shows up late to his girl’s party?" 

You laughed again, about to reply when someone bumped your arm, making your drink spill onto your shoes. "What the hell?” you exclaimed, spinning around to see who had knocked into you. 

“Problem, (Y/L/N)?” Of course. There was Montgomery, standing there with a smirk. 

“God, what is your problem? I don’t ever bother you unless you’re messing with me first and yet you still hate me! What did I ever do to you, Cruz?" 

He just stared at you for a second before starting to laugh. Just the sight of him laughing about this made your blood boil and without even realizing what you were doing, you threw the rest of your drink in his face and walked away. You weren’t just angry– you were hurt. You see the way he treats other people, especially when no one is around, but when it came to you, he acted like the stereotypical asshole jock. You didn’t understand what it was about you that made him this way. And the alcohol in your system was just making all of your feelings more intense. 

”(Y/N), wait!“ you heard him call after you, but you kept going. You walked out of the living room, through the front door, and were halfway down the road before he caught up with you. 

"Please just listen to me.” he said, catching your arm and turning you around. 

“No!” You were practically yelling now as you pulled your arm away. “I don’t wanna hear it, Cruz. You act like you hate me for no reason." 

"I wish I hated you, (Y/N). I hate the way you make everyone love you. I hate that every time I walk into a room, my eyes find you. I hate that your laugh has become my favorite sound. I hate that every time I close my eyes, I see your smile. I hate that you look so gorgeous all the time. I hate that I can’t even sleep without dreaming of you. I hate that I love you, because I know you’ll never love me. I wish I hated you, (Y/N), but I love you so much that it hurts.”

You were shocked, to say the least. For so long, you’d thought that even just the thought of you annoyed Montgomery, but he’d felt this way all along? “Why do you act like this, then?” you asked, not quite understanding why his actions and words didn’t match up. 

“Honestly? Because I’m scared. You’re beautiful and you’re smart and you’re so kind, I don’t think anyone like you could ever love me. I was scared of you finding out and rejecting me.” he admitted, a sad look filling his eyes as he looked towards the ground. “You’re too good for me, so I act like I don’t care." 

"Monty…” You whispered the nickname, but his eyes shot up to meet yours. You’d never called him anything but ‘Cruz,’ so the sound of his nickname coming out of your mouth was both shocking and beautiful to him. “How could you ever think I wouldn’t love you?" 

"Why would you? I’ve been nothing but terrible to you since you moved here 2 years ago.” he replied, still looking sad. 

“You really don’t notice, do you? I’ve been watching you since the beginning and I see it. I see through your tough facade. I see how deep down, you truly do care about people’s feelings. Just let down your walls, Montgomery.” You found yourself stepping towards him as you were speaking, ending up right in front of him by the end of your speech. 

“So, you don’t hate me?” he asked quietly. 

“Of course not.” You answered, placing your hand on his cheek. 

“I love you.” he whispered, pulling your face to his before kissing you slowly. “I’ve always loved you.”

Fanon Heathers: The Musical Characters

Veronica: Sassy, that’s it.

JD: Just here for murder.

Chandler: Biggest bitch, only a bitch, nothing else to her character but bitch.

Duke: An even BIGGER bitch. That’s it.

McNamara: Pure cinnamon role, did nothing wrong, sweet baby.

Martha: Why is she even here?

Kurt and Ram: Dumb jock assholes for no reason.

Canon Heathers: The Musical Characters

Veronica: Uses sass to deal with everyone’s bullshit, dealing with the guilt of killing three people, trying to help her boyfriend who needs professional help, everyone she kills haunt her which is super fucking stressful, needs a break, super caring person.

JD: Watched his mom die, has a really fucked up dad, really doesn’t know how to deal with his issues, truly thinks he’s helping, he needed professional help, really doesn’t understand the difference between right and wrong.

Chandler: Bitchy, maybe she has narcissistic personality disorder, maybe she hates herself, engages in self destructive behaviors, probably haunts Veronica as a way of saying “fuck you”, didn’t deserve to die.

Duke: Treated like shit by Heather Chandler for the longest time, wanted to make sure that didn’t happen again, ultimately ended up alone in the end because she treated everyone around her like absolute shit, really just needed someone to sit her down and tell her that she’s good enough.

McNamara: Not a pure cinnamon role, the purest Heather which is like being the tallest dwarf, fucked up quite a few times, has no clue how to deal with the loss of her best friend and boyfriend, grows as a person and becomes less shitty, finally has friends that really care about her by the end of the musical.

Martha: Bullied a lot, lost her best friend to the Heathers, super intelligent, has self esteem issues, probably struggling with depression, the only character that didn’t do anything wrong.

Kurt and Ram: Abused by their fathers (this was shown before Big Fun), taught to act the way they do by their fathers (this was also shown before Big Fun), still dumb jock assholes, never learned how to treat women properly, didn’t deserve to die, really needed to learn and grow.


this story is based off the movie, The Duff! I hope you guys like it and let me know if you want me to continue it!


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut in the next chapters

Warnings: Cussing and some sexual content 

Summary: “Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”

   I’m done with them. Once again, Lisa and Cassie were flirting with everybody they could lay their eyes on. And what was I doing? Awkwardly standing in the corner of the crowded room, wishing I were anywhere else but here.

    As usual, I was probably going to be the one to have to drag them out of this party before any of these douche bag guys could try and get with one of them. This was a reoccurring thing every weekend and for some reason, I keep agreeing to come. 

    Deciding it was time to drag them home, I started to push through the sweaty, dancing bodies until I smacked right into someone, my chest colliding with theirs.

“Hey watch where you’re going!” A deep voice yelled.

I recognized that voice immediately and it took everything in me to not run away.

“Nice to see you again, Jungkook.” I smiled sarcastically.

“Isn’t it always?” He smirked, running his hand through his dark brown hair.

“Hm, I guess sarcasm isn’t your thing?” I said, pushing past him and walking toward the spot where my friends were currently grinding against each other. Ew.  

“I guess not being a bitch isn’t your thing, either?” He teased, making me stop dead in my tracks.

“Listen here Jungkook,” I said, pointing my finger at his chest. “I’ve had enough of your shit. How about you go annoy someone else?”

“Awh c’mon y/n, don’t be like that” he smiled. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you right now.”

“I’d be a lot luckier if I got hit by a car right now.”

With that, I turned around and grabbed my friends by their arms, practically dragging them out of this stupid house party. I still will never understand why people find getting blackout drunk and making out with random strangers fun.

“Hey, where are we going?” Cassie asked, her blonde hair bouncing up and down as we sped walked. She’s been dancing for hours and she still looked like she walked of a fashion show. Ignoring her, I kept dragging them out until we were at my car. I finally let go, causing both of my best friends to cross their arms. If looks could kill, I would be laying on the road dead right now.

“What the fuck y/n?” Lisa asked, glaring at me. “We were having fun.”

“Yeah, well I wasn’t” I said, grabbing my keys and unlocking the car door and getting in.

After hearing them complain the whole car ride and me yelling at them to find someone else to drive their drunken asses home if they were going to throw a fit, I dropped them off. I pulled into my driveway and sat in the car for a few seconds, thinking about my short encounter with Jungkook. I’ve known Jungkook since we were five. He’s the typical jock while I’m just the girl no one really pays attention to. Except my friends, who both looked like they stepped out of a fashion magazine. They both had the body and the looks of a Victoria Secret model. And then there was me. Just plain old me. There was nothing special about me. I just existed, and carried on through life without being noticed. Yawning, I decided I was done throwing a pity party for myself and stepped out of the car.

“Hey neighbor. Home so soon?”

Speak of the devil.

“I could say the same for you.” I spat.  

“Hey, there’s no need to be so cold.” He laughed, walking over to the gate that divided our houses. Oh did I forget to tell you that Jungkook was my neighbor?

“See, you’re the only person that can piss me off this easily.” I laughed dryly.

He smiled wide, his teeth showing and he leaned both of his arms on the little white fence.

“Ah, then my job is done for the night.”

Ignoring his statement, I asked, “What do you want, I’m tired.”

“You see, I just wanted to make sure your friends made it home safe. They’re not staying with you tonight are they?” He asked, looking over my head.

“No, but I don’t think they’re into asshole jocks. Not really their type.” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

He leaned back, flipping some of his hair out of his eyes.

“Being the Duff has really changed you.”

“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.

“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”

“Wait?! Wh-“

“Hey, no need to get offended.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m not saying you’re fat or look like a troll, I’m just saying that compared to your friends, you don’t fit in.”

I stared at him in complete shock, my face turning red from embarrassment and anger.

“Its just that,” He continued on, “ It’s a proven fact that every group of friends has a Duff, and that so happens to be you.”

Jungkook may be one of the hottest guys at my school, but he was a fucking prick.

“Fuck you.” I spat, turning around quickly and walking to my door.

“You wish” was all I heard before I slammed the door shut and ran up to my room.

anonymous asked:

Highschool stenbrough. Extra points if Bill is a jock and Stan is his quiet "stays in the background and minds his own business" boyfriend

okay okay okay:
- so bill would 100% no fucking doubts about it be the captain of the baseball team

-jocks are typically assholes but bill is literally the sweetest boy in school

-he was also really popular but instead of hanging out with the guys from the team and all the cheerleaders he stayed with the losers, right where he belongs.

-stan and bill had been crushing on each other since literally the sixth grade but neither had the courage to tell the other

-stan almost did once before bill got really popular but he got super insecure

-bill is really touchy in general but it like triples around stan so people always assume they’re dating

-stan always blushes like crazy

-around junior year stan lost control one day after he picked bill up from baseball practice and he was all sweaty and he just grabs him by the neck and kisses him

-bill is so shocked he can’t move for a whole minute

-but then he jumps on stan and the rest is history

-stan is an artsy boy that typically lays low but ever since he’s started dating bill everyone knows his name

-when they walk down the hallway holding hands everyone says hi to bill and always tries to stop and talk to him but he never lays attention to anything but stan

-stan wears his jerseys on game days and bill is so tall and toned that it swallows stan whole, falling off his shoulder and coming down to his mid thigh (thot!stan would tie it up a little bit above his belly button but that’s a different headcanon entirely)

-stan is quiet in public but at bill’s games he cheers for his boy louder than the whole cheer squad

-when bill hits the winning home run, stan jumps down the bleachers and runs to hug him and bill picks him up and twirls him around

-instead of going to the after party, stan takes bill out for dinner

-stan would paint portraits of bill all the fucking time

-contrary to popular belief bill is such a submissive when it comes to stan and when prom rolls around, stan asks bill using all his paintings of him

-prom king and king

-they’re just that one couple that absolutely melt your heart and are so genuinely beautiful it hurts

Spread the Love - My Forever Favourite Fics

Remember when I said that I asked y’all to send in your favourite fics of your own or someone elses? 

Your Favourites

Well I think It was high time to tell you mine. I had been planning on doing this a long time ago but I hadn’t gotten around to doing it but now here I am posting this showing all my love to the most memorable stories  have read since I joined this site. So without further a do, below are at least 60 stories that I have loved and thoroughly enjoyed. All have a comment about what I liked about it and if you’re lucky you may be on there twice.

BTW it’s a very long post.

Originally posted by poeticdisaster83

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Knock You Down

Originally posted by 13whyreasons

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader 

 Request: “49 - Zach Dempsey" 


 49. "I just wanted you for my lusts." 

Word count: 1.260

Posted: 02nd of June 2017 

A/N: OMG! I finally posted something after several days. I am so busy in these days, mostly now that I am having my training period. I am so happy to finally post an imagine, because I missed writing so much. I hope to find more time to write more and I will try my best to get through my prompt requests. 

 Anyways, thank you for your support and I love to talk with some of you. If you want to talk to me, don’t hesitate to do so. I am happy to have new friends. Thank you so much and I love you all, really. Hope you enjoy this imagine. Thank you. 

 P.S.: I still don’t accept part two requests for my prompt imagines as I am still drowning in requests. Sorry. 

- G. x

Link: Prompt List 

Warning: a lot of swearing 

"Zach, what is your problem?” You ran as fast as you could as you tried to cope with your boyfriend’s long steps, also avoiding people along your way. He was so tall that his steps were the double of yours and you practically needed to walk-run to be able to walk with him. “Zach, talk to me!” You sighed as you felt the shortness of your breath. “Zachary Dempsey!” You belted out, using your voice as loud as you could and it caused for an echo to be heard along the hallway. 

“Fuck off, (Y/N)! I don’t need you.” Zach suddenly stopped as he faced you. He had his eyebrows furrowed, but you also saw some hints of sadness and pity in his eyes. He was hurting you with his words and he perfectly knew that you couldn’t handle your fights and discussions, mostly when you are in a public place. 

“What the hell is happening to you?” You bravely asked him, holding your tears back. You wanted to show him that you were fearless, that you weren’t scared of him, of his damn heartbreaking words. “Tell me!" 

"I hate you!” Zach fearlessly stated, making people look at the two of you. If your were brave, he was braver and you knew that it wasn’t the Zach that you met and had a relationship with. “I don’t love you anymore, (Y/N).” You suddenly felt your tears falling as they wet your red burning cheeks, some needles continuously and pitilessly poking your heart. 

“No, you don’t hate me.” You slowly shook your head. You were dumbfounded for the things that Zach has been saying and you suddenly felt a tight knot in your stomach and a heavy weight in your chest. 

Your relationship with Zach was going in a perfect way, but, suddenly, the straw broke the camel’s back and you didn’t know what happened to it. 

You honestly couldn’t believe his words. He has always made you feel loved and wanted and he was acting otherwise. Zach was a sweet guy and he would hurt anybody just to protect you, but he was the one who was hurting you this time. 

“I do!” He said and you noticed that his voice cracked a little bit. You couldn’t understand why he was doing such thing. “I really do." 

"What have I done, Zach?” You asked him in a languish tone, obviously hurting for the happening in that moment. “Why do you hate me that much?" 

"You,” He started as he fiddled with his backpack’s strap. “you are too perfect for me and I hate you for that.” His voice was fierce, showing the bravery that he had inside him, but you knew Zach. He was never that prideful, he would never go against you, he would never use that tone with you. 

“What the hell?” You furrowed your eyebrows as he complimented you but hated you at the same time. The chaos in your head caused you a severe migraine: headache and nausea fighting inside of your body. “Zach, are you out of your mind?" 

"No, (Y/N). I didn’t want you.” He spat out as if he was being tortured by someone. He was faking everything, because you knew that Zach would never do that. He was blurring things out, things that he didn’t even thought of, but he was obliged to say them. 

“You did and you still do, Zach!” Tears uncontrollably fell down from your eyes. You were lucky to have Zach and you couldn’t accept the fact that he was destroying you at that moment. “In these months, you made me feel worthy, happy and important." 

"Illusions!” He shouted and you noticed that there was a big crowd watching the whole scene. You felt a little bit stressed out, because it was a private thing but everybody was observing you: gossiping and judging your relationship with Zach. 

“Illusions?” You shook your head and wiped off your tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand. Your make up was smudged all around your face, but you couldn’t care enough, it was your last thought during that time. Your pride took your senses and you shouted as you were already full of Zach’s shit. 

“Yes, illusions.” He looked straight into your eyes, emotionlessly as he threw you his shit in your teeth. 

“What the hell?” You couldn’t understand him and you heard nothing but the rumours that travel from the people around you. You were surrounded by the people and they found your show amazing and entertaining. 

“Get over it, (Y/N).” He meant your relationship, for sure. “I just wanted you for my lusts.” His gaze suddenly fell on the floor and he couldn’t consider you straightly in your eyes. You heard people cheering and shouting, but Zach heard your heart falling into pieces. After all, you’ve been together for months, three months to be exact, and he knew when you have your resentments or problems.

“No, you didn’t. We’ve always made love, Zach, and you have always said me that you loved me. They weren’t just some ordinary sex sessions, weren’t they?” You forcefully said as your voice was slowly fading. You were having a hard time to deal with the emotions that you were feeling and you were almost caving in. 

“We had sex, (Y/N),” He neared his face towards you and he whispered in your ear. “sex.”

“Fuck you, Zach.” You pushed him away and he really crossed your line. Your tears streamed down your face as you sobbed uninterruptedly. “Fuck you.” You tightened your fist as you felt useless and you were angry at yourself for letting yourself in, for being a victim of the heartless and asshole jocks of your high school.

“Bye.” Zach greeted you as you saw some tears falling from his brown almond-shaped eyes. He turned his back and he started to walk away from you, pushing the people out of his way.

“Fuck you, Dempsey!” You shouted as loud as you could and you saw that he stopped in the middle of the hallway to talk to Bryce. The people’s presence around you faded and you didn’t mind them as the world stopped between you, Zach and Bryce.

“You finally did it, Dempsey!” Bryce shouted cheerfully, teasing you as he searched for your face in the crowd. “Take the money.” He handed Zach some paper bills and you realized what Zach has done and what he didn’t want to do. 

“Fuck off, Bryce.” You heard Zach sobbing and he pushed Bryce’s hand away, rejecting the money that he was offering. Obviously, still feeling bad for what he has done. 

You watched them from afar, crowd disappearing slowly, and that was when you realized that you were just a bet. A bet that Zach shouldn’t have done, but he did and he just hurt you and your feelings. He let you feel that you were the luckiest girl in the world, but then he wrecked you all at once. He destroyed and knocked you down. You were blinded by the love that you had for him and you didn’t notice that he conquered you to step on your ego and knock you down.

You noticed that he was hurting you against his will, but the bond with his friends was more important than the relationship he had with you. Who would’ve noticed you, after all? No one, except when they needed to put some bet on you. It sucked, didn’t it? Of course, it did.

I'll Be A Better Man Today - Reggie Mantle x Reader

Summary: Reader breaks up with Reggie after he refuses to stop harassing Jughead. Every attempt to get her back fails, so he comes up with a plan to knock her off her feet.
Requested: Yes
Warnings: None, apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes.
A/N: I am doing this in two parts, as when I started writing it, it become longer than I had planned it. Hope you enjoy!

Jughead didn’t miss the way you determinedly ignored your boyfriend of almost nine months as you passed him in the hallway, at half eight Monday morning.

Greeting your best friend, he also noticed you didn’t make eye contact with him. He watched you fumbling with the combination lock, eyes narrowed. Across the hall, Reggie Mantle, the aforementioned boyfriend, approached slowly. Jughead steeled himself for the usual barrage of insults - but they never came.

‘Hey, (Y/N)?’ He called your name softly, face downcast and eyes sad. You ignored him. Jughead frowned, confusion on his face. Reggie tried again to get your attention.

’(Y/N), can we talk, please?’ His voice weighed with sorrow, even Jughead almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

‘I have to get to class,’ you finally spoke, slamming the locker shut with a loud clang, turning to Jughead and tugging him down the corridor. Leaving behind Reggie, who watched you walk away with a pain in his chest.

'Wanna tell me what that was about?’ Jughead asked, stopping you with a hand on your elbow. You swallowed thickly, emotion welling up in your eyes, your throat tight. 'I broke up with Reggie last night,’ you managed to get the words out with some semblance of strength; Jughead’s eyes widened, surprise like ice-water, shocking him deeply. 'What? Why?’

'He’s a bully, Jug,’ you reminded him, sounding tired. 'And I can’t - I don’t want to be with someone like that,’ you confessed, biting your lip in an effort to hold back the tears that stung in your eyes. Jughead’s face softened; any other circumstances, he would have been glad that his best friend was away from the self-obsessed captain of the football team. However, he could see it in your face, how much you were hurting - and, to be fair to Reggie, even if he could he an ass, he was never anything but a loving, kind boyfriend to you.

’(Y/N)…’ he started, feeling guilty, if you had broken not only Reggie’s heart, but your own, for his sake… you immediately held up a hand to stop him. 'Jughead, no. I didn’t do it because of you, I just …’ a heavy sigh followed before you continued, shaking your head. 'I can’t be the girl who dates the asshole jock, anymore. Just because I lo-’ you cut yourself off with a choked sound, and Jughead’s arm immediately came to wrap around your shoulder, comfortingly. 'Just because I care about him, doesn’t mean I can condone his actions.’

Jughead pulled you in for a proper hug then, squeezing you tightly. The affectionate gesture was all it took for the dam to burst. Suddenly, you were a sobbing wreck, head buried in the taller boys chest. He guided you to a empty classroom, and let you sit through the agonising heartbreak you felt deep inside.


The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully. Reggie approached you a few more times, begging for a minute to talk. Each time, you turned your back and walked away. It was just too much to handle, seeing his face, eyes glazed and eyelashes clinging together with unshed tears. If you even looked at him, just once, you knew it would be the end of you. Veronica and Betty banded together, forming a human shield against your ex - Archie getting angry by the final bell and almost starting a fist fight. Jughead managed to calm him down; 'It’ll only make (Y/N) feel worse.’
You wanted to protest; surely nothing could equal how this felt, to be so close to Reggie but so far away. You kept your mouth shut. You kept your eyes glued to the floor.

Even at home, you were granted no relief. He showed up at the front door, clutching a bouquet of daisies, your favourites. Your father answered, you lurking at the top of the stairs, just out of sight. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but after a moment, the door closed again. Sitting on the top step, your dad looked up to you, smiling sadly. He showed you the flowers, tied with a blue string. You fell apart again. A note was attached to the stem, and you took it to your room, the lingering scent of his familiar cologne lingering on the envelope.

You read, and reread, and reread, the letter penned in black ink, unmistakably Reggie’s handwriting. You read it until you knew it off by heart, until you could still see the uneven letters when you closed your eyes. Your phone buzzed relentlessly, with pleading messages and voicemails, and concerned texts from the gang. Eventually, you turned it off, crawling under the covers of your bed and switching off the lights. Sleep came surprisingly easy, you felt drained, almost hollow, from the strain of ignoring Reggie and putting on a smile for the sake of your friends.


Tap, tap, tap.

You moaned; rolling over and finding the cool side of the bed. Smiling in your sleep, you relaxed into the mattress.

Tap, tap, tap.

The knocking dragged you, unwillingly, from your rest. You blinked, a yawn wrestling itself out of your mouth.

Tap, tap, tap.

You shot up, the source of the noise hitting you like a truck. You glanced toward your window, the blinds still open, as you hadn’t had the energy to pull them down earlier. In the dim light of the street lamps, you could just about make out Reggie’s face through the pane of glass. Shuffling across the floor, you lifted it up a few inches, folding your arms against the sudden breeze.

’(Y/N),’ he breathed out, voice rough. It was hard to ignore the shiver the sound of it caused down your spine.

'Reggie, I told you yesterday,’ you whispered, 'I have nothing to say to you.’
'Please, baby, can we just talk?’ He begged, and this time he didn’t hold back his tears, tanned face slick with saltwater.
'There’s nothing to talk about,’ the struggle to keep your emotion in check was one you were starting to lose. Putting your hands against the window again, Reggie pressed his palm to the glass. 'Please, (Y/N), please. I can’t lose you. Just - just give me a second chance!’

Your resolve threatened to crumble, the break in his voice like a sharp edge digging into your gut. With all the strength you could muster, you shook your head. 'You haven’t done anything to prove you deserve one.’

With that, you shut the window, stepping away and pulling the blinds down. You couldn’t see, but Reggie had really fallen apart when you shut yourself away from him. His forehead fell to rest against the cool glass, chest heaving with sobs, his whole body shaking so hard he almost lost his balance on the ledge.

Meanwhile, you had climbed back into your bed, turning over your pillow and burying your face into it. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You couldn’t believe you had shut him down so harshly. While guilt settled in the pit of your belly, you reaffirmed to yourself that it was the right thing to do. Reggie was, at his core, a kind person. However, he wore armour so thick in public it took a lot to shed it all away to get to that kind person. You’d begged him so many times, to stop harassing Jughead, and Reggie had made promises he obviously couldn’t keep. You fell back asleep, eventually, knowing you’d need all your strength to face the following day.

The Asshole Jock

Originally posted by disneyshiddenislandrp

Characters: Y/n, Dean, OC Sarah


Warnings: Fluff, cocky ass Dean, clashing between Dean and Y/n, teasing, flirting, fluff, angst, sorta kinda sadness and heartbreak, fluff, more fluff, Dean being a sweetheart and even more fluff to end it all off.

Word count: 4100

Summary: Of course your teacher would make you work with Dean Winchester. Why wouldn’t she put you with the asshole jock?

A/N: Ok, so, requested fic from @ariannnawinchester -High school au, pretty pls ? I’m such a sucker for badboy/jock Dean and he ruffles the feathers of a goodie two shoes reader. Clichè, I know. But you’d write it so good! And then all the fluff! Pls and thank you? With a dozen cherries on top! So I don’t know if u wanted like a quiet ass reader, but I made my reader kinda sassy and a lot of back and forth with Dean. Also, sorry it took so long!! Hope u like it!!

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“Hey, y/n”.

You looked past the door, Dean Winchester leaning against the lockers, a smirk on his face.


“Wanna come back to my place? You teach me about algebra. You plus me equals S-E-X?”

You rolled your eyes, slamming the locker shut.

“Screw you, Winchester!” you yelled over your shoulder, shaking your head as he let out a raucous laugh.

“Immature asshole”.

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TWD groups for y’all who are lost

Alexandraian’s/ Ricks group: The cool kids TM, super popular, act tough but cry a lot.

The Hilltop: the fucking pushovers, think they’ve got this whole thing figured out but only have 12% of a plan

The Kingdom: fUcKING nERds, L.A.R.P is life, giant kitty, basically theater kids in the za

The Saviors/ Negan’s group: 50% Jock, 50%Greaser, 100% assholes, basically hopper from bug’s life but worse 

Imagine Taking Up For Your Friend

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Request: Could you do one where you’re a quiet person who’s never been in trouble at school but someone bullies your friend as they’re a trans-boy and you end up getting suspended for breaking their arm and nose and your brothers get called in? – Anonymous

Author’s Note: I hope I did this justice. I don’t know any trans people personally, but I hope this is okay. Is the name I used okay? Is this even okay? Y’all let me know.– Haley xx

You sat in the principal’s office with your best friend Tyler right next to you. Tyler was being picked on by those asshole jocks again, and you had had it. You always told the teachers that Tyler was being bullied but they never did anything for him, so you did what you could, you knocked the meanest one out.

You didn’t even realize you had done it until Tyler had pulled you off. Blood was pouring from the jock’s nose and dripped from your now bruising knuckles. You and Tyler were ushered into the principal’s office while the other guy was moved to the nurse’s office down the hall. After a long talk with the principal, mostly her yelling at you, you were suspended the rest of the day and the rest of the week.

“How’s your hand?” Tyler asked you as you both sat outside the office. You were waiting on your brothers to come and pick you up.

“Fine,” you said, flexing it.

Tyler sighed, “You shouldn’t have done that. You’re now suspended… all because of me.”

“I’d do it again, you know. None of the teachers I told helped you. I had to take matters in my own hands.”

“Literally,” Tyler chuckled.

I saw the impala from outside and knew this wasn’t going to be easy to convince Dean and Sam that knocking out someone was from the greater good. The car doors slammed shut and I internally sighed, I was going to get yelled at by Dean as well.

I gathered up my stuff and walked up to the doors, Tyler following behind me. When my brothers entered the school, Sam asked, “beating up jocks now, Y/N?”

“If they hurt my friends, then ya,” I said. “Dean and Sam, this is Tyler. He’s the reason I punched that jerk in the face.”

“Hi,” Tyler said from behind me.

I watched Dean and Sam give him a once over and they seemed confused. Tyler’s smaller in appearance than most of the boys that we go to school with. “Why were they bullying you?” Dean asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Because they’re jerks,” I said, making sure Tyler didn’t have to say the real reason. I want him to protect him as much as I can. Tyler gets a lot of shit for no reason, other than he’s different.

“I’m a trans-boy,” Tyler said quietly. “I’m not the most popular among other boys, but that doesn’t matter,” he shrugged.

“Tyler, you didn’t-,” I said, but he cut me off.

“It’s fine. I get the feeling your brothers are accepting just like you.” I smiled at him and brought him into a hug.

Crying Shoulder

Originally posted by du-dreckstuck

g: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “48 - Justin Foley”


48. “We’re not together anymore.”

Word count: 1.133

Posted: 04th of June 2017

A/N: Here’s another imagine, guys! I hope that you are having a nice day. I am sorry for not posting that much, but I am trying to. Thank you so much.

P.S.: I still don’t accept part two requests for my prompt imagines. I am so sorry.

- G. x

List: Prompt List

Warning: some bad words

“Justin, are you listening to me?!” You shouted loudly to catch your best friend’s attention. You were repeating your Maths lesson as he failed the surprise test that you had few days before.

“Jesus! I am.” He shook his head with his furrowed eyebrows. He was having some deep thoughts in his head and you couldn’t seriously blame him for that. He unleashed a very long and heavy sigh as he started to tap the tip of his pencil on the table. His fingers moved as fast as they could and the continuous annoying sound made you feel disturbed and nervous.

“Stop, Justin!” You snatched the pencil from his hand and you threw it carelessly on your study table. “What the hell is happening to you?” You already knew that he had something in his head. Just the fact that he asked you and not Jessica, your best friend’s girlfriend, if he could stay for the night already gave you a feeling that he had some problems to deal with.

“Seth!” He spat the name of his mother’s boyfriend as if it was a deathly poison in his mouth. He was disgusted, since he hated the guy so much.

“Did he hurt you again?” You quickly felt bad for shouting at him few moments ago and you suddenly worried for what he had gone through in his unpleasant house. Only those prison walls perfectly knew what he was going through.

“He did, but that wasn’t the thing. Don’t worry.” He straightened his face and he looked at you, closing your opened notebooks and Math books on the desk. “I can handle him.”

“You surely don’t.” You click your tongue in annoyance and disappointment. You saw the black and blue bruises on his arms and you hated the man more than Justin hated him.

Seth used drugs and he would always be high. He would sometimes be happy, but, most of the times, he would punch Justin for no reason. He also stayed in Foley’s residence, with Justin and his mother, acting like it was his house. He would act like how he wanted and he would treat Justin poorly, as if he was just some sort of shit.

“No, don’t mind that.” He covered his arms with his varsity jacket and he made his way through your bed. “Seth is just a part of my shitty life.”

“Jus!” You pouted as you followed him, totally forgetting the test that Justin had for the next day. You stayed under your thick covers as the air conditioner gave you some sort of cold feeling and shivers. “What are you thinking about?”

“Life sucks!” He simply responded as he faced you and wrapped his arms around your waist delicately, not wanting to hurt you. You were just best friend’s, but you considered sleeping together a normal thing, since it was a habit that you used to do when you were both still young. The only person who stopped you from doing such thing was Jessica and they would always fight whenever Justin would ask you if he could crash in your house.

“I know, Jus,” you nodded as you lingered the warmth that his body emanated. “but you also know that I am always here for you, right?”

“I know and I thank you for that.” He flashed you a broken smile. You loved Justin’s sweet smile, but you would never like his sad and forced smile. He was really sad and you, honestly, would love to stand up for him in front of his mother and her boyfriend. “Mostly when Jessica isn’t by my side anymore.”

“Huh?” You distanced your face from his to look into his deep bluish green glossy eyes. You couldn’t understand him that you wanted to look for some answers in his sincere eyes. “What do you mean?”

“She,” He bit his lower lip, totally trying to stop the tears he had in the corner of his beautiful eyes. You started to understand why he was having too many thoughts in his mind in the past few days. You knew how much he loved Jessica and he surely loved her to death. “she broke up with me.”

Justin wasn’t a boy who had everything, but he would do anything for her, even when he had nothing to give. He was your dream boyfriend, because you saw the gentleman character that was in him. No one ever treated you like that way he treated Jessica and you envied her for that, but you never hated on her.

“What?” Your eyes grew wide and Justin’s tears started to stream down his lovely face. He loved the girl so much that he couldn’t let her go and only God knew how hurt he was for what she had done.

We’re not together anymore.” He managed to say in between of his uncontrollable sobs. You wiped the hot tears from his red cheeks and you pulled him into a tight hug. “She loves someone else.”

“Damn, Jus!” You felt that he hugged you back, tighter than your embrace. You let him cry and let his resentments out, not caring if your shirt or your pillow get wet for his tears. After all, he just needed somebody to lean on. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.” He whispered and you rubbed his back as his breathing became heavier and difficult to deal with. “Thank you, instead.”

“I am always here, Jus. Don’t thank me.” You left a soft and gentle kiss on his temple as you tried to comfort him with your actions.

After all, Justin was a sensitive guy, still with an unhappy heart, nevertheless his corny jokes and contagious laughs. Justin used his heart to love someone who didn’t appreciate his good intentions. Justin had a good heart, even though he was known as the asshole jock of your school. He was strong, but he also needed his anchor.

The anchor who kept on saving him all the time, the one who kept on saving the ship. He also needed a shoulder to cry on and somebody to lean on, whenever thunder storms would try to destroy him. And that somebody was you. It was you and always you would be the one, because you has always appreciated him and loved him, as best friends or not.

Beyond everything, you were best friends and you would never let him down. He didn’t deserve another disappointment and he needed nothing but love and a crying shoulder. You were always happy to help him and you were grateful that he asked help from you.

You were best friends and best friends accepted everything: flaws, weaknesses and tears. That night you accepted his broken heart and his tears, giving your comforting touch and your shoulders to cry on.

Suspended // Monty De La Cruz x Reader

Number 10 from my prompt list for Monty De La Cruz; “I’m having a life crisis right now stop laughing at me.”

Requests and Ships are open!

Italics are flashbacks (F/f) is favorite flavor.


Part Two


“Hannah?” (Y/n) looked at the girl who had tears running down her face in the empty bathroom,“ What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Oh (Y/n) hey,” Hannah wiped the tears away,“ No yeah I’m fine just a little tired.”

“Honey you’re crying in the bathroom alone you’re anything but fine,” (Y/n) frowned,“ The last time I did this was- well I think that’s a story for another time.. Now tell me what’s wrong my little Baker.”

“You know that photo that was spread out, it was Courtney and I. She got scared and now she told Montgomery of all people that it was Laura and I who even had a three ways with guys and asked Courtney for one! She even told him that I let Justin finger me and had sex with him,” She looked at (Y/n) with more tears filling in her eyes,“ She’s making me the school slut and I just tried to be her friend…”

“Listen up Hannah,” (Y/n) hugged her tightly,“ I’m going to tell you horrible things about Montgomery and Courtney because I know they’ll make you laugh. Because they aren’t sure as hell not worth your tears. You are a beautiful woman who was just wronged by many.”

“How do you have embarrassing stories of them?” Hannah asked as (Y/n) passed her a paper towel.

“I’ve known Courtney since kindergarten, we were never good friends but you know, I still saw her a lot of times,” (Y/n) paused and pursed her lips,“ I’ve known Montgomery my whole life, our parents are best friends and we’re neighbors.”

“Sounds like something that would lead to a love story in a book,” Hannah chuckled.

“Ew no never he is such an asshole and I have to hang out with him at least one two weeks for a while because our family dinners,” The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes,“ But we were close when we were younger, you know best friends. He told me everything and I told him everything. Like how he pissed his bed until he was ten.”

“You’re joking?” Hannah laughed, tears of laughter starting to replace the sadness.

“Nope he even wrote it in his diary which he keeps in the back of his closet,” (Y/n) giggled.

“Miss. (Y/n) the office called you,“A dressed up woman handed her a slip as she walked by.

(Y/n) nodded and made her way to the office, pursing her lips as she saw the scruffy Monty and beat up Alex. She already knew what happened. She walked to the front desk and gave the woman the slip.

“Mr. Porter is waiting for you over there,” the woman pointed to where the two boys were.

“Thank you ma'am,” (Y/n) whispered while flashing a polite smile and leading herself to the back where she met the boys and teachers.

“Miss (Y/n),” Mr. Porter nodded at her and talked to her separately,“ Your friend-”

“He’s not my friend he’s my parent’s friend’s son,” (Y/n) cut him off,“ But I’ll talk to him and see what he was thinking.”

It’s been like that since they were little, Monty getting angry and (Y/n) calming him down.

“I’ll send him in,” The teacher sighed and left the room. A few seconds later Montgomery entered and shut the door behind him. He slid down into the chair and (Y/n) glared at him.

“Stop getting into so many fights and being so stupid,” (Y/n) stated bluntly,“ I’m tired of coming here constantly to calm you down, Montgomery.”

“It wasn’t my fault (Y/n),” He rolled his eyes,“ Alex went bat shit crazy. I admit I was going a bit fast but then he started yelling at me and I got mad…”

“So you started a fight? Typical Montgomery, what’s your mom going to say to you?” (Y/n) raised her eyebrow.

“You can get them to not suspend me or anything right?” Monty asked the girl, his knee bouncing at what his mother would say to him.

“I can’t do anything this time,” She shrugged,“ They’re probably just going to tell the Honor’s Board to sort it out because they don’t want to fix problems that students like you cause.”

“Students like me?” Monty asked, looking at her.

“You know, dick bags, assholes, your jock friends,” (Y/n) pushed hair out of her face,“ Bullies.”

“I’m not a bully,” Monty protested, standing up with a clenched fist.

“Remember the winter dance you made a girl cry, Hannah Baker. You always pushed away anyone who tried to get close to me when we were younger because I was your only friend, but then you left me when highschool started. You fight anything that moves near you and you always get the office to call me to help you,” (Y/n) scolded him,“ You need to fix yourself. You’re going to get in trouble because of this fight.”

“Dollar valentine?” (Y/n) raised her eyebrow at Hannah and Clay,“ I mean I signed up for it but I didn’t really get anyone good.”

She filled the bucket with popcorn and smiled at the customer,“ Thank you and enjoy your movie!”

“I didn’t expect you two to sign up for it, who’d you get,” (Y/n) asked the two.

“I didn’t get anyone good,” A flash of disgust crossed Hannah’s face,“ I even got Bryce. I’m sure that’s a mistake.”

“A huge one,” Clay laughed,“ Who’d you get (Y/n)?”

“Well my number two was Jeff Atkins, he was the only decent one,” (Y/n) trailed off as the named boy walked to the counter, arm around a girl,“ And he asked out another girl.”

“Sorry loser,” Jeff laughed,“ Popcorn please.”

“Coming right up,” (Y/n) sent him a smile and walked to the popcorn machine as the other teens stayed in a conversation.

“Here’s your popcorn enjoy your movie,” (Y/n) smiled awkwardly as she noticed the tense atmosphere.

“Thanks (Y/n),” Jeff nodded and sent a look to Clay.

“What happened?” (Y/n) whispered to Clay as Hannah left Crestmont.

“She’s going on a date with Marcus,” Clay whispered as he ripped a paper apart.

“I told you! You should’ve asked her out before she got away,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, before pulling out her phone,“ Hold on I’ve got to take this, you can man the counter by yourself right?”

Clay nodded and shoo'ed her away. (Y/n) walked out and checked the caller ID. ‘Montgomery Del La Cruz’ popped up with a photo of them as kids.

“Monty what’s wrong?” (Y/n) asked as she answered the phone.

“Okay you’ve got to meet me at Rosie’s,” Monty rushed out,“ Just meet me here asap.”

“Wait Montgomery I’m at work,” (Y/n) started before getting cut off by the phone call ending.

She sighed and walked back to the counter and grabbing her bag,“ Clay gotta go emergency I guess?”

“You guess?” Clay raised an eyebrow.

“Montgomery called emergency apparently,” She rolled her eyes.

“Great Hannah’s going on a date there and you are too,” He muttered,“ Go have fun.”

“Okay it’s not a date,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes and started to leave,“ Bye Clay.”

As she entered Rosie’s she looked around before looking for the freckled boy who was sipping on a vanilla milkshake in the corner. She made her way over and found a plate of french fries and her favorite (F/f) milkshake.

“So what’d you call me down here for?” (Y/n) asked as she sat in the chair,“ Thanks for the shake. You remembered my favorite flavor?”

“I mean that’s all you ordered when we were younger,” He placed his head on the table,“ I called you here for a reason.”

“Well what was your reason?” (Y/n) sipped on her milkshake, swiftly taking a few french fries.

“This was my reason,” Monty slid over the dollar valentine to her, with number one saying (Y/n) (L/n).

“Montgomery,” (Y/n) started before getting cut off by Hannah’s yell at Marcus.

(Y/n) rushed over to Hannah,“ What happened?”

“He- He touched me?” Hannah whispered out to her as Marcus raised his hands in defense.

“Marcus…” (Y/n) glared at him and raised her hand,“ You’re such a prick,” the room went silent as she slapped him.

“What the hell was that?” Marcus got in her face, his fists clenched.

“I would back off,” Monty pushed him away from (Y/n) and got in between them.

“Whatever I’m leaving,” Marcus rolled his eyes at them and started to walk away.

“Fucking hell,” Monty muttered as (Y/n) pushed past him and hugged Hannah. He stood besides the table and took out his jeep keys.

“I’ll get my car want me to take you both home?” He asked quietly.

“No I’m good I’ll stay for a bit,” Hannah whispered out.

“Hannah you sure?”

“Yeah my car’s out there anyway,” she let a tear fall,“ Besides you two are on a date.”

“It’s not a date per say,” (Y/n) thought aloud as Monty smiled at her.

“Let’s go,” Monty pulled (Y/n) away.

“Call me if you need anything,” (Y/n) lowered her voice,“ I’ll make Monty beat up anyone who hurts you.”


“You got suspended?” (Y/n) whisper-yelled at Monty,“ What about Alex?”

“He just got a warning,” Monty rubbed his face,“ Jensen freaked out during it was funny as fuck.”

“Monty stop joking around,” (Y/n) snapped,“ You’re got suspended, your mom is going to kill you!”

“You don’t think I know that?” Monty asked her,“ You don’t think I’m pressured because I’m getting suspended because of a fight I didn’t even start. I’m stressed out okay, (Y/n)?”

“Monty,” She sat against the wall next to him.

“That and the fact that one day I was going to confess my feelings to the girl I’ve known my whole life, then everything gets interrupted and I didn’t grow the balls back,” Monty whispered, leaning his head against her shoulder.

“And who’s the girl you have feelings for?” (Y/n) whispered, playing with Monty’s hair.

“You obviously I’ve liked you since I was a baby,” Monty rolled his eyes,“ Everyone knew this.”

(Y/n) started to giggle at him.

“I’m having a life crisis right now stop laughing at me!” Monty protest as he sat up.

“It’s a little funny I mean I was going to call my number one dollar valentine,” (Y/n) whispered.

As she turned her head she was met with his eyes. She smiled and he yanked her towards him, placing his lips on her.

She froze before kissing back.

“What was that,” (Y/n) asked, out of breath.

“A kiss,” He shrugged.

“You’re still getting suspended though…”


A Teen Wolf Rant...

…of smaller proportions.

Season 6 has ruined me. Teen Wolf has done a lot to my heart strings, tugging at them a lot every season. As a younger gay man this show has done worlds of good for perspective and hopes for the future, and as one with a vivid imagination I’ve been at the mercy of the show’s barrage of ships. I’ve embraced every one that’s hit me: Scerek, Scackson, Scanny, Janny, my otp Scisaac, Sciles, Dethan, Stydia, Jaiden, Sciam, Briam, Sceo, Morey. It’s endless. It’s frustrating.

And if that wasn’t overloading enough, two ships sailed into my harbor despite my protests. Thiam should not be a thing—Liam was one of two people Theo worked over more than the rest and Briam is already huge for me. But goddammit 6A happens and bam! there it is. And now, with Jethan, fml. Jackson shouldn’t be into guys, regardless of what the bts comments have said. He was the archetypal asshole jock who, despite not being in love with Lydia, had a deep emotional bond with her (and almost certainly lots of sex). It’s, in my eyes, out of character. Then the 6B trailer arrived and I just had that feeling again, as I did with Brett in 6x13. I knew they were gonna’ shove Jackson and Ethan together and I wasn’t a fan. But holy hell that clip today. One clip and I’m ruined. Just one. Screw everything I just said and what I’d felt. That was everything it should be. They’re hot, cute, nauseating unicorn werewolf boyfriends and I…here it goes…I ship it.


And…sidebar…I get ‘Jethan’ as a name…it’s in line with everything, but I totally dig “Steinmore.” Just sayin.’