I was bullied a lot throughout middle school and high school. I remember there were times I had to eat alone in the restroom because I had no one to sit with in the lunchroom. It was tough but I feel very blessed. My mom was always very supportive. I’m also an only child so I didn’t have any brothers to go to. My mom is my best friend and she always encouraged me to be the best person I can be. I always took that to motivate me… to prove everyone wrong and to fight harder for what I want. I think getting involved with other activities helped a lot. Try and get away from anything negative and direct your mind in a positive way… do that the best way you can.
so it was like late november in the 15-16 year when a girl at my school, lets call her hugger, came early to school one day (before hours yall). she saw her friend crying in the lunchroom when she went to go get breakfast so she asked what was wrong. turns out the friends hamster died or her parents were getting a divorce or whatever.
Now just before i continue theres some things you need to know. our school doesn’t allow any kind of touching like at all. if you even high five you get work detail and the monitors are like suuuuper strict about it ( like i had my arm around my friends neck when we were walking to class and we almost got a referral smh)
so hugger here leans in to give friend a hug in the middle of the cafeteria. not even one second in the dean at the time shouted at them to stop. they broke apart and then with the dean`s handy clipboard with detention slips referral sheets yadda yadda ya she pulls out a morning detention slip and fills it out in front of them to give to hugger over here. hugger was like irritated or something b/c she did not accept the slip. And at that time the dean decided to drag her to the front office and our dean decided that you know what? let`s make it into a damn suspension for a week
for a week
AND THAT OF COURSE SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE.
the girl who she hugged eventually had to go home b/c she was crying too much cause she blamed her self. the school had to stop riots among everyone at lunch cause they were all holding hands or hugging in protest.
and but of course i was absent that day
eventually hugger and fam ended up suing the school i’m not sure if they won or not but because of that it caused the great pda panic of 2015/16. when everyone came back from winter break they started freaking out if anyone even remotely touches each other, someone would scream “pda! pda!” at the top of their lungs
It was August 20th, the first day of senior year. You were pretty excited, you honestly felt this was going to be a great year. You guess you were also happy this was the last year of high school. You got up and turned off your alarm. Your phone read, 7:15. You’d only lived a couple of minutes away from school, so you could afford to sleep in a little more.
You got up and grabbed your uniform out of your closet. Yet another reason to be excited about this school year, you only had to wear this god awful thing one more year. You got dressed and went to the bathroom, going through your morning routine. Once you were done and ready you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You went into the kitchen and saw your mom and dad eating breakfast.
Your dad looked up from the paper, “Y/N, look at you. You’re up before noon, how does that feel,” his smile was contagious.
“Forced,” You smiled.
He laughed and went back to his paper. “Y/N,” your mom spoke.
She walked over to the table handing you two paper sacks. “Your and Yoongi’s lunch for today.”
You smiled and looked up at her, “Thanks Mom.”
“Sure,” she spoke as she sat down at the table. You’d started to eat some toast that was on the table when Yoogi rushed in.
“Sorry I’m late,” Yoongi shouted from the hallway as he came into the kitchen.
When you first met Justin Foley, he seemed like the perfect guy. He had an award winning smile, perfect hair, great style, and never failed to make you laugh. But slowly, as word of Hannah Baker’s suicide spread, and Justin began walking into class with fresh bruises every morning; things changed.
The two of you had stopped going on dates first. Then, you began to spend less time together during school. Until, eventually, it was as if you were nothing more than a couple of strangers. You never saw him. You stopped trying to call after the eighth attempt.
You didn’t want to be one of those people in relationships that just can’t let go. The ones that show up at your doorstep three months after no contact and start breaking things. You had to admit, though, he was a hard one to lose.
You sat in the empty school lunchroom. There was a basketball game going on next door, and you hadn’t really felt like attending.
The sound of shoes squeaking on the polished floor came from your right, and you lifted your head in the direction of it. You felt your mouth go dry when you caught sight of Justin. He was staring at you, though one eye was partially swollen shut with a dark bruise surrounding it.
“Holy hell,” you muttered, pushing yourself up.
You rushed over to him, smoothing a hand along his cheek. He winced, but made an effort not to pull away. He placed his hand on top of yours, pressing it down harder.
“Where have you been?” you asked quietly.
He inhaled deeply, clenching his jaw. “Don’t ask, please. Just stay with me. I need you to stay with me.”
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him in for a hug. “Okay, I won’t ask. Just… if you want me to stay with you, you have to stay with me.”
He nodded, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You ran your hand down his back, shushing him as his breath hitched, cracking with a quiet sob.
“Leaving you was the worst mistake of my life,” he whispered. “I thought it would help you. I’m not what you need, but you’re what I need.”
You pulled away just enough to look him in the face. “I love you, Justin.”
His lower lip quivered, tears brimming in his eyes. “I love you too, Y/N.”
“Then tell me what happened,” you replied.
He looked down, trying to pull away, but you held him tighter. It didn’t take long for the warmth of your body pressing against his own to break through his shell. He melted against you, letting his head fall back onto your shoulder, hands wandering down to play with the hem of your shirt.
“You know how my mom is. Her new boyfriend is an asshole. If I even attempt to stand up to him he acts like he’s going to murder me,” he said finally. “I hate him, and I hate her. All I need is you. Please, can I come live with you?”
You were probably the only seventeen year old in town who had their own place. Partly because your parents owned multiple homes and were constantly renting them out, and partly because you were just a trustworthy teen. The baddest thing you’d ever done was steal a candy bar from a convenience store, but that was when you were like six.
“You should’ve told me,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Of course you can.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I was afraid you’d think I was just trying to get into your pants or something. I’m not like what Hannah Baker said, I swear. I made a mistake. I should have told everyone that the rumors weren’t true. I really do need you. I have no one else.”
“I know, Justin. Everyone makes mistakes, but you’ve changed. You’re different now.” You took his hands into your own, bringing them to your lips. “I’m here, okay? I’ll take care of you.”
Columbine. There’s a plaque in the trophy case to the left in memory of Kyle Velasquez. Honestly this school is so small on the inside I can see everything from this point. Staircase, Dylan’s locker, where the library is, the lunchroom through the windows down below. It’s not like being in this giant maze of a school where you can’t locate anything. You see everything you can recognize right off the bat
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 2,997 Request:
Can you plz do a imagine where Stiles and the reader have a Netflix and chill date? Oh, and smut if you would like to add it. -bye I love your writing! ❤ AN: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been distracted lately. Also I didn’t edit this very well so excuse my mistakes. xoxoxox Thanks to @toppunks for looking at this for me.
Kira slammed her locker door, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not coming to the party?”
You shook your head, your arms tightening around the books you were holding. “Nah. I’m not in the party mood.”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Stiles isn’t going either, would it?” Lydia asked from beside you, a knowing look on her pretty face.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No. What Stiles Stilinski chooses to do does not dictate my every decision.”
Prompt from anon. Bughead in assembly and they’re sitting in
the back. Betty keeps reading Jughead’s writing over his shoulder until he gets
don’t bug me
He doesn’t even turn around, just shakes his head as his pen
flies over the notebook spread on his lap.
Betty rolls her eyes and nudges the back of his seat with
her knee. “Psst!”
Jughead’s pen stops scratching and he finally looks over his
shoulder, his jet black hair falling in a wave over his forehead from under his
“What?” He hisses, a little too loudly, and he gives a dirty
look when someone shushes him from the row in front of him.
“Whatcha writing?” She’s playing dumb because she knows full
well what he’s writing but he gets this cute little crease between his eyebrows
when they are furrowed in annoyance.
“Leave me alone,” he says without heat before turning back
around. She waits until she can see his pen moving furiously over the paper
before she taps him on the shoulder.
“Juggie…lemme see,” she whispers, her whole body leaning forward
so he’s the only one that can hear her. Everyone else is focused on Mr.
Weatherbee’s speech about proper lunchroom etiquette. Betty couldn’t care less
and obviously Jughead doesn’t either since she hasn’t seen him look up at the principal
once since he’s been on stage. “Juggie…”
“Not a chance,” he mumbles and she rolls her eyes.
“I know it’s your book,” she says, her neck arching to try
to catch a peek. “Come on, I won’t tell anyone what you say, I promise.”
“Bets,” he sighs and turns around, his face right in front
of hers because she didn’t have time to sit back. His eyes dart down her face
and back up again, just once quickly, before they settle onto her own. “No one
is reading this until it’s finished.”
“Why?” she whines. “It’s not like I’m in it so why can’t I
read a little?”
She watches in curiosity as Jughead’s cheeks darken, a blush
creeping over his face as he squirms a little in his seat.
“Juggie, am I in your book?”
He tries to shrug noncommittally but she knows she’s caught
him. “Maybe, I dunno. Does it matter?” He’s getting defensive and it’s one
thing to rile Jughead up. It’s a whole other ballgame to actually make him
“Sorry, Jughead,” she says when she sees that he’s actually
getting upset. “I’ll drop it.”
After the assembly is over, she makes her way to her locker
to drop her books before her next class. When she opens her locker door a
folded piece of lined paper floats down and lands at her feet.
She’s grinning as she reads his small slanted handwriting on
And even though the
girl next door could be pushy and a little annoying, he knew that one day she’d
break through his stubborn walls to find the man underneath. In a dark town
full of secrets and deceit she was an honest breath of fresh air. A shock of sunshine
against a pallor moon. Bright and unyielding gold to counter his somber blue.
Her teeth are digging into her bottom lip by the time she
finishes reading. She folds the paper carefully, clutches it to her chest for
just a second and tucks it into her history book before closing and locking the
Later on at Pop’s, when she slides into the booth next to
Jughead and across from Archie and Veronica, she’s wearing a smile so wide she’s
afraid she might break her face.
“What’s got you so happy?” Veronica asks with a smirk and
Betty reddens when the entire table looks her way.
“Nothing,” she shrugs, her eyes darting over to Jughead. “Just
happy, I guess.”
Jughead grins as he pops a fry in his mouth. “Always the
little ray of sunshine.”
Archie and Veronica both laugh before going back to their
conversation but Betty doesn’t miss the little smile that crosses Jughead’s
lips before he digs into his food.
She’s smiling herself as she takes a sip from the milkshake
that was waiting for her when she sat down and she knows he was the one to order it. She might be the gold to counter
his blue but she doesn’t need to break down his walls to find the man
A/N: So here it is guys! The new version of Feel Me, I hope you enjoy the parts I’ve added. There’s gonna be more. Some more emotions are still to be explored, so I’ll get those out there when I get to them. Happy reading! xxx
After living in New York for little over two years, you had a steady job at a lunchroom. It wasn’t all that glamorous, but you enjoyed it. The place was quiet, kind of secluded, but often moderately busy with regular patrons.
The second week in working your new job, in a new city, in a new country even, a man walked through the door just as you opened up shop. He seemed shy, timid, and waited patiently until you finished locking down the doors so they wouldn’t slam shut with the wind picking up.
Summary: You just started a new job as the assistant to the CEO of a big company. Turns out the CEO is your high school crush…
A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting it on my sideblog.
This is it, you thought as you walked up to the impressive building of your new company. It’s your first day on the job working at the company of your dreams. You look up, slightly intimidated by the sheer size of it all, and the expectations of your role. You take a deep breath and continue walking in, shiny new employee pass around your neck. You step into the crowded elevator and wait impatiently for it to take you up to the 20th floor. You step out into the reception area, and walk up to the desk.
“Hi, I’m y/n; it’s my first day here and I’m supposed to meet up with Mr. Kim?” you say, unsure if your information is correct.
“Hi y/n, I’m Ava. Welcome to Park Enterprises. Have a seat, Mr. Kim will be here shortly.” she says with a smile. You return her smile and take a seat, and wait. Two minutes later, a tall, lean, handsome man walks through the door.
“Y/n?” You stand up and walk to him, offering your hand. “Hi, I’m Namjoon. I’ll show you around and get you settled.” He shakes your hand firmly, offering you a warm, adorable dimpled smile. “Follow me.”
author’s note: i just want to thank @themadkingx for proof-reading this for me! i’ve been talking to her for a couple of days and she’s so sweet! also thank you @sarcasticallystilinski for the gif! (not my gif)
Lately, you were starting to like Taehyung’s company. He was more chill around you, and not as annoying as he used to be. But also his annoying and childish side was adorable to watch. You couldn’t believe it yourself. Not too long ago, you despised this boy for being able to breathe. Now the two of you were becoming somewhat, friends?
[prompt: soulmate au where you and your soulmate are connected by a visible red string where only a few people can see.]
ohhh boy, this is going to be told in a different way than most of my other peter parker imagines in that there is a third character involved (much like how ||a different story|| was) and how it is based on reader and peter’s relationship through THEIR eyes.
Once you read the story, you’ll know what I mean ;)
**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**
Flash never knew the reason why he was given this ‘gift’ of being able to see everyone’s red string of fate.
Now, being a sophomore in high school, Flash didn’t need to worry about seeing any of the red strings connected to anyone else since everyone was too young to have found their soulmate at such an early age. Sure, it was an annoyance to see the constant bits of red in his periphery, but in a way, the young man was used to it.
@l-tay said: Hi! I’m that anon from earlier. I am literally about to spend hours perusing your Marvel writings. I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve run across your blog before! Such talent. Jeff imagines-wise, I have yet to see one where the other jocks question Jeff on why he doesn’t sleep around or treat girls horribly and he reveals that he’s had a crush on a nerdy girl since elementary school. Then the rest of the jocks flirt with you to tease him and it results in him finally asking you out.
Author’s Note: I’m pretty sure you meant a different type of nerdy (the girl in the GIF isn’t exactly nerdy, but I liked her vibe), but this is the best I could come up with. I hope you still enjoy!
Jeff Atkins X Reader
“Yo! Atkins,” Zach greets. A little too enthusiastically for Jeff’s tastes given he’s still in the library after one of Clay’s tutoring sessions. The librarian shushes Zach, Jeff offers her a sheepish smile in return and Zach chuckles before pulling out a seat to plop down onto. “Hey,” he mutters. “You heading over to Bryce’s tonight? I hear it’s gonna be a great party.”
Jeff shrugs as he starts to put away his notebook in his book bag. “I don’t know, man. Kind of just want a quiet night tonight.”
“Your parents are out of town. Live a little,” Zach presses, playfully nudging Jeff’s shoulder.