me walking into class and taking my a seat

Things that I learned in my first year at university

1. Some people are not there to work, they’re just joking around. Don't waste your time with them and try to meet the people that really care.

2. One semester passes at the speed of light. Start from day one and try not to let anything unrevised for too long (one week is considered too long).

3. Your teachers will be your saviors. They are the ones who know everything so make sure you have a good working relationship with them (let them see you know stuff and are willing to work) and then when you’re having more trouble learning something they will gladly help you.

4. Be consistent with your routine. A routine helps you get started more easily and defeat the inertia and laziness. Organizing my day as a working day, with study starting at 10 in the morning and classes in the afternoon, helps me focusing on the things I have to do, not waste time, and also have tiny pieces of time during the day to treat myself.

5. Treat yourself. Sometimes I take the bus instead of the metro because I like to watch the views. Sometimes I buy a cake for lunch. Sometimes I take a break in the park and, at the end of the day I go on a walk. Make sure you don’t forget yourself in the middle of everything. You’re the most important thing!

6. Find things that motivate you. A nice looking library, a park, a playlist, everything is valid as long as it makes you ready to work.

7. Choose your group wisely. When making group projects make sure you choose the people who really want to work, and if they don’t talk to your teachers, they will advise you. Also, don’t be afraid to make a group project on your own. You will survive, trust me! And you will learn a lot!

8. The front seat is the best. Choose a good seat in class where you can see and hear your teacher and they can hear you. The front seat is my favorite because it is easier to ignore everyone else and focus on the class.

9. Exercise. Really! Do something like walking every day, or yoga, or whatever you prefer, but make sure you move. It helps your brain and your body.

10. Have fun. At least every week or twice a month, go somewhere you like or visit a new place. Play the tourist and take your mind away from the work. That’s the way to keep your mind sane.

A Lesson in Love (Creative Writing)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,547

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, we’re nearing the end of this series. I’d say there’s 4-5 parts left. 

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The sun is out as you walk to your Creative Writing class. It’s a sign that winter is really being left behind, only to be replaced by longer days, warmer weather and an abundance of thriving greenery.

As much of a fan that you are of the freezing season, you’re grateful to see it go. The temperamental radiator in your apartment made your nights especially cold and knowing that you don’t have to depend on that for warmth anymore is a big relief.

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Lies and Make ups ~ Peter Parker

Summary: You find out Peter is spider man, angry and disappointed you try and ignore him, but you can’t stay away.

Word count: 1,396

Warnings: minor swearing, and a short make out


Ned and I were sitting on Peter’s bed waiting for him to get home from his “Stark internship”. Which I think is actual bs. It may be true he’s working with Stark but there’s something else to this. He’s lying about something. Ned was holding the death star he had just finished, fiddling with the lego characters as I sighed and laid back.

“Do you think Peter’s going to be back soon?” Ned asked me as moved around trying to get comfortable.

“Who knows when he’ll be back from his stark internship” I replied my voice laced with annoyance. We sat there a couple minutes longer until we heard the window opening. Ned was about to say something, but I sprung up covering his mouth. I was thinking it might be a robber or something because who would come through the window, but all of the sudden Spiderman was on the ceiling of Peter’s room. Ned’s mouth was practically on the ground. Mine was the same as his as spider man took off his mask revealing my best friend since age 3. Peter fucking  Parker. Peter closed the door and both Ned and I were both speechless until Peter turned around his mouth even wider than Ned as he dropped the death star on the ground.

“You’re spider man” Ned exclaimed

“No, I’m not” Peter Panicked

“Peter you were literally crawling on the ceiled” I squealed.

“I can’t believe this is happening right,” he said under his breath taking off his suit and standing in only his boxers. I mean I wasn’t complaining because he got ripped. I definitely was staring too long because I saw Peter blush and bow his head. The shock soon turned into anger. I grabbed my bag about to leave until out of nowhere May burst into this very awkward situation and told Peter they were going out to dinner and quickly telling him to put clothes on. Ned was freaking out and I just kind of stood there silent. Peter quickly told us we needed to leave obviously not in the mood to deal with this. Ned was still attacking Peter with questions and got up quickly leaving the room not wanting to deal with this either. I felt Peter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He knew I was angry with him. I was feeling a huge mix of anger, sadness, anxiety, and annoyance. I wasn’t really that mad I was more upset that he didn’t trust me and that he had been ditching me and lying to me constantly. I was also upset that as a 15-year-old boy he was putting himself in dangerous situations where he could easily die. I lived in the same apartment as Peter and Ned I just lived 2 stories above. I opened up the door to my apartment and practically ran to my room and plopped into my bed. I turned off my lamp immediately going to bed. To be completely honest I didn’t want to think about this anymore.

The next morning I woke up wishing last night was a dream, but I had to face reality, but I didn’t have to deal with it directly. So I rushed and put clothes on and texted Ned I was not going to walk to school them today because I had to get there early to talk to a teacher. Which was bullshit because I didn’t want to deal with Peter at all today, but that was going to be a challenge since I had 4 classes with him, sat by him in 2. Good thing I brought my headphones. Today was going to be a long day. Of course, I had the first hour with him. Plus we were doing a lab in chemistry and he was my partner.  I decided it would be best if I walked in last minute with both my headphones in thinking he’d possibly take the hint, but knowing Peter I doubt he would leave me alone. I walked into class as the bell rang and ducked my head down a bit thinking no one would notice me.

“Y/N you look pissed” Flash laughed

“Shut it asshole” I spat, Flash is a grade A douchebag and hate him more than I hate Peter right now and to be completely honest that’s saying a lot.

“Damn girl you’re feisty today,” he said with a raspy tone, I rolled my eyes, and took my seat next to Peter who was fidgeting and looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.

“Y/N listen I’m sor-”

“Peter I don’t want to hear it, your secret safe with me”

“Wait Y/N bu-”

“Peter we can talk about this later let’s just get this lab done please, I don’t want to deal with this right now”  I argued, it almost sounded like I was whining. It got Peter to back off though and that’s what I needed. I wasn’t truly mad anymore. I was just upset he didn’t trust me.

The bell finally rang after an excruciating 49 minutes of Peter staring at me with puppy dog eyes. This kid knew exactly how to get me to forgive him. I’m a sucker for those damn puppy eyes. What sucked is the rest of the day he looked at me like that, but it was different from the times he used them when we were just play fighting. He actually looked like he was in so much pain. He looked like he was suffering, and I felt horrible. It was the end of the day, and I saw him moping by his locker. I honestly suck at holding grudges and the more I think about I understand why he didn’t tell me. He turned around and made eye contact with me and the world began going in slow motion. His brown orbs made me feel as if I was melting into the ground. I could literally see tears form in his eyes and I couldn’t be even slightly angry anymore. I just began walking towards him.

“Y/N please don’t hate me, I can’t lo-” I cut him off pulling him into a hug. I had my hand around his neck and I buried my head into his neck breathing in his scent. I think I took him by surprise because it took him a second to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tighter that I was hugging him.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, I just wanted to keep you safe” he whispered, I pulled from the hug and held his cheek.

“Hey look, Peter, It’s okay  I’m not mad anymore, I seriously overreacted,” I said wiping a single tear from his cheek.

“No it’s not okay I feel ho-” I cut him off grabbing the collar of his shirt and planting my lips on his. I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but his lips felt amazing. My eyes were closed, but if they were open I knew his eyes would be wide open. It took him a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening, but after a good 10 seconds he started to kiss bad and placed his hands on my hips. I removed my hands from his collar and wrapped them around his neck and started to tug on his hair causing him to groan into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip and I gladly let his tongue slip into my mouth. He squeezed my hips making me moan into his mouth which makes him chuckle. I pulled him even closer to me than humanly possible, but eventually, I had to pull away for air resting my forehead on his.

“Wow,” I said breathlessly.

“If I knew that was gonna happen if you found out, I would have told you way sooner,” he said still shocked at what had just happened

“Oh my god Peter” I giggle pushing his chest. He grabbed my hand and we began walking home. I honestly have no idea what I just did, but this was gonna change everything, and think for the better.

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Mr. President | Two |

 Pairing: Bucky x Reader & Steve x Reader
Characters: Female Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Sharon Carter, Phil Coulson
Summary: Political AU/ Lawyer AU - Steve Rogers is the President of the United States - inspired by Shonda Rhimes’ Scandal
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 3,678
Warnings: Language, Mentions of cheating

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-Then-


“We just had our asses served.” An exasperated voice strikes through the air, coming to a lengthy, irritated sight. “They were served to us on a damn silver platter.” The owner of the agitated voice purses her lips and shakes her blonde head of hair is disapproval. “Ohio, Steve. Fucking Ohio. You lost goddamn Ohio. You’re practically giving away your presidency to Rhodes.”

“Sharon-”

“No, Steve.” Her words cut through the air. “There’s not a single thing in my life that I haven’t given up for you. I’ve jeopardized my career for you. I’ve had a child for you. I’ve done anything and everything for you just so you could be the goddamn president! If you told me when I first met you twelve years ago that this is where our lives would be, I would’ve backed out when I still had the chance.”

“Sharon, I didn’t ask for any for-”

“And what do I get? After everything I’ve done, what do I get? Hatred and resentment. My own husband’s resentment towards me.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this just as much as I do.”

“Steve-”

“At least I’m wanting to go into the house with the ideals of change and freedom for this country, you’re just wanting to-’

“Steve,” The tired voice of Phil Coulson, who had been standing off to the side of the small office since this fight had started nearly twenty minutes ago, interrupts. “Sharon, we have to be level headed here. This is just the beginning. We have to stay calm.”

“I’m past calm, Phil. Way past calm.” Sharon’s thin brows knit in a frown as her eyes flash Steve an unrelenting stare of distrust.  “I’m starting to think this is a dead marriage. What are we even doing?” With that, the blonde woman strides across the small office, smoothing down the blue chiffon of her dress and the flyways of her hair, attempting to appear as if she hadn’t been fighting with her husband for the past twenty minutes.

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The Little Brit, Part 2 | Jughead Jones x Reader

Originally posted by lodges-veronica

Originally posted by stydiaislove

  Part 1

I wake up, the smile’s still on my face from last nights encounter.

“(Y/N),” I hear mum shout from downstairs.

“I’m up,” I yell back stretching out my arms before throwing my covers off my body and heading down to greet my parents and grab something to eat. “Excited for your first day?” my mum asks putting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.

“Nervous. I met a few other kids in my year at the diner last night, they seemed really nice.” She clasps her hands together.

“Oh, sweetie that’s lovely!”

    I shrug hoping she was right finishing up with my breakfast before continuing to get ready for school. I was used to wearing a uniform back home so being able to wear whatever to school was a weird concept for me to grasp as I stand infront of my wardrobe, clothes littering my bedroom floor. I huff to myself glancing at the clock. 10 minutes before I have to start my walk to school and I’m nowhere near ready. 

“You okay sweetie?” my mum asks from my door. I nod throwing together and outfit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to head in early to get my timetable.“ She smiles hugging me briefly before bidding goodbye as she heads into work. I grab my bag and rush down the steps walking toward school. 

    As i get closer to the school I glance around to see other kids loitering out front, all in small groups, all seemed to be caught up in their own conversation to see me nervously wonder through trying to locate the front office. 

“(Y/N),” I turn to see Betty waving from across the hall weaving her way through the crowd till she reached me.

“Hey,” I smile warmly adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

“I’m actually showing you around today- I already got your schedule,“ I breathe a sigh of relief.

 “Thank you.” The bell rings loudly.

“I’ll walk you to your first class and then we can meet up at lunch. You can seat with me and the gang.” I smile. 

“Thank you so much.” She throws her arm around my shoulder and gives me a small squeeze.

“You’re very welcome!” 


    The lunch bells rings and I breathe a sigh of relief slipping my books into my bag and heading toward the school yard, my eyes scanning for Betty and Veronica. My palms grow sweaty as I struggle to find the blonde and raven haired girls, my heart rate starts to grow and I consider turning around and finding somewhere else to eat when someone whistles catching my attention.

“Little Brit!” I turn and see Veronica standing up from her seat waving me over. I smile and walk over sitting inbetween the two girls.

“Gosh i thought I was never going to find you guys!” I giggle. 

“How’s class been so far?” I nod noticing Archie, Jughead & an unfamiliar boy approach the table taking their seats.

“It’s actually been really good, easier than I thought- Besides the whole having to introduce yourself every lesson. I swear teachers do it just to torture us!“ I breathe out realising I was mumbling.“I’m thinking of trying out for a slot in the music class, I’ve heard that the music teacher here is really good. She does private classes? Isn’t that right Archie?” He chokes on his lunch and goes red in the face. The whole group looks at me with a shock expression.

“What?” I laugh innocently glancing over to Jughead who looks lost. “Miss Grundy told me she was helping you with songwriting, was I mistaking?” He clears his throat and shakes his head. 

“Oh, right, yeah, she’s been helping me a lot actually- with the song writing, yeah…” I laugh at his sudden change in mood. 

“Anyways I heard Betty that you run the “Blue & Gold”. I was wondering if I was able to help? I wrote back home for my school newsletter and I thought I could help you reboot the paper.“ She smiles.

“That would be awesome! Jug and I have been working a lot lately with the paper, right Jug?” We all turn to face him only for him to be staring right at me. I go red and Archie nudges Jughead with his elbow.

“Juggie,“ Betty pesters. He jolts upright fixing his beanie, his eyes darting to us all.

“Yo,” I laugh and look at the others. “Did you not hear anything Betty and I were saying?” He laughs awkwardly under his breath scratching the back of his neck.

“I swear I was listening I just-”

“Got lost in her voice,” Veronica teases making him go red.

“I just.. um… I have… um… you know what nevermind,“ he rambles pushing his food around the tray. 

“I was talking to Betty about the Blue & Gold.” He nods.

“Yeah we run it. You can… um… are you… did you want to help us?” he finally gets out looking toward me smiling sweetly.

“It’d be an honour Jug. I’d be more than happy to help you and B out.” He smiles. 

“Why don’t the three of us go to Pop’s after chool and talk more about the paper?“ I suggest. 

“Oh, I’m sorry but I have plans today,” Betty replies.

“Okay, maybe just me and you Jug?” He almost spits out the juice in his mouth glancing to Archie with wide eyes.

“Of course!” He almost shouts. “I mean, yeah, of course, I’ll bring my laptop and show you some stuff,” he tries to act cool adjusting his beanie and glancing past me. 

“Cool, it’s a date,“ I smile catching his gaze.

“It’s a date love,” he smiles back.


Justin gets jealous over Clay - part 3

A/N: Here’s what you’ve all been waiting for! Part 3 has arrived! Enjoy my lovelies:)

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sexual activities. 


“Mr. Foley, could you please read us the next paragraph?” Ms. Tanner calls out to him. 

“Y-Yes.” Justin stutters out, holding back a moan. 

‘I bet he now regrets leaving me in the boys washroom all hot and bothered.’ I think smugly. 


I walked into communications class, and right away spotted Justin. He was sitting in the very back of the class, the seat next to him empty. I made my way over to him and plopped down in the seat beside his. 

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Truth or Dare? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! I was finally able to write another imagine! This wasn’t requested though, the idea just suddenly popped into my head and I just ran through with it haha. I’m gonna get the requests started so that I can post them soon and re-open my ask box for more requests. I hope you enjoy this one. It’s a bit short and straight to the point lol.

Overview: Reader likes Zach. Zach likes reader. Their friends think they should date and they all end up playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Or perhaps, what could possibly go right?

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“Hey Y/N, you should totally come to Jessica’s party later.” Justin says as he nudges my arm.

“Hmm, yeah sure I guess. I mean I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway so sure, I’ll come.” I reply with a small smile.

“Really!? That’s great!” he replies his fists throwing up in the air in joy.

“Calm down Justin. Uhm, who else is coming?” I ask and let out a laugh.

“Just the usual, Hannah, Clay, Sheri, Alex, Monty, Tony, Jeff, Zach.” he answers.

Zach?! Zach is coming?” I reply as my eyes widen in shock.

Zach, Zachary Dempsey. How do I begin to describe Zach? 6foot3 in height, dark brown hair, milk chocolate colored eyes, plump lips, nose accurately shaped by the Gods, and his smile, oh his perfect smile. He was the captain of the basketball team in our school. 

Every single girl in our school swooned over his presence, you can almost hear their hearts race whenever he walks through the hallway. Almost all of the girls had a crush on him, and all of them had no chance with him, and that included me. Although he was this popular, social butterfly in our school, he still kept the right amount of distance to others, which made him seem mysterious and cold.

We’ve always been close, and he was one of the people I often share my secrets too. In our group of friends, Zach and I always get teased. They’d always tell us that we should go out, we should date each other and stuff like that, but for some reason it never actually happens. I’ve heard some of my friends say that he liked me, and I mean like, like, not as a friend but as something more, but I just ignore them. I mean, yeah, I like him too, but I’m just not the kind of person to make the first move. I kind of like what we have now, we’re really close, special friends and I like how comfortable I am whenever I’m with him.

Everytime he’d flash his smile at me, everytime I’d tease him because he’s abnormally tall for his age, everytime he’d give me a back hug, everytime he’d feed me food when I’m busy, everytime he’d whine when I beat him in a video game, all of the little things made me fall more and more in love with him everyday. It’s just a shame that I can’t confess to him and that he hasn’t tried telling me what he feels too, if ever he did feel anything for me.

“Y/N.” Justin calls my name.

“Y/N!” he snaps his fingers in front of my face as I awaken to reality and realize I’ve been staring blankly, thinking about Zach.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I jump as I give him a faint smile.

“The bell just rang.” he says as he stands up from his seat and laughs at me.

“Oh it did? Ugh, sorry I was kind of lost for a moment there.” I reply as I stand up to get my backpack.

“I’ll see you at Jess’ later, okay?” he says as we walk side by side to leave the classroom.

“Oh yeah okay. See you later!” I reply as I wave my hand goodbye and walk to the other direction to my next class.

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I Choose You l Peter Parker

 Summary: Nobody is perfect and yet out of all the girls in school, Peter Parker chooses you…

Warning: Fluffiness!

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: @ilikebeingmj

A/N: I have fallen in love with this gif…

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 6/?)

PART 1    PART 2     PART 3     PART 4       PART 5


I arrived at school and spotted Jess, Sheri and Zach standing outside.

“Hi, guys”, I came up to them.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up girl? Did you do that English homework?”, Jess asked.

We had English together, and having class with Jessica had good and bad sites. Good – I was in class with my friend. Bad – she have never done her homework.

“Yes, I did”, I rolled my eyes and took my notebook out of my bag.

Unfotunately, along with the book my home keys fell out to the ground.

“Shit”, I mumbled and bent down to grab them, I was wearing loose shirt, so when I reached down more of my chest was visible than when I was standing.

“Wait, wait, wait”, Jess titled my shirt showing a lot of my boob to the world.

“What the hell, Jess?”, I asked shocked. Zach quickly turned his head away, which was nice.

“Is that a hickey?”, she pointed at my breast.

“…Nooo?”, I patted her hand, she stopped  holding my shirt and I could finally fix it so that everyone around couldn’t see my boob.

“Then what is that?”, she asked crossing her arms on her chest.

“I… I… Ummm… Burned myself with a straightener…”, I tried to come up with any excuse. “Yeah, right, I was playing with a straightener and burned myself. On a boob”, I shrugged like nothing.

“You burned your boob with a straighneter?”, she totally wasn’t buying it.

“Can you just stop saying boob?”, Zach asked.

“Well, yeah, I was home alone and tried to learn how to curl my hair with a straightener, I was holding it like this”, I started showing them some moves that was supposed to show playing with straightener, “and then I got notification on my phone and I wanted to check it, because I’m stupid, cause who normal would check their phone while holding straightener, right?”, I started giggling nervously. “So yeah, I took my phone, then straightener went like this and yeah, I burned my boob. Sorry, Zach, I burned myself”, I nodded my head as if I tried to convince myself it was true.

Jessica stared at me for a longer moment and when she finally open her mouth to say something Justin and Montgomery came up.

“Hey, y’all”, Foley wrapped his arm arund Jess. “What’s up?”

Fucking bastard, I thought when I quickly looked at Monty. Sheri was biting her lip trying not to laugh.

“Y/N, you’re lying”, Jessica laughed. “You have a fucking hickey!”

“Shut up!”, I nervously looked around just to see few people turned their head in our direction and few jocks sent me cocky smiles, so obviously they had heard her. “It’s not a hickey”’, I said quietly.

“She has a hickey?”, Justin asked, again too loud. “I don’t believe it until I see it”

“You’re her boyfriend, I’m not gonna show you my boob”.

“I’m nobody’s boyfriend”, Monty spoke.

“Fuck off, Montgomery”, I rolled my eyes. “Nobody’s gonna watch a hickey”.

“Ha! So you have it!”, Justin pointed at me.

“I don’t have any… You know what, whatever, here, copy your homework”, I gave Jess my notebook. “I’m going to the class, see you later losers and I don’t want to hear about hickey that doesn’t exist again”, I waved at them and went inside.

Instead of going to class and went to the toilet, locked myself in one of the stalls and tilted my shirt.

“Fuck…”, I mumbled.

Hickey obviously was there, but I was dressing up in such a hurry in the morning that I didn’t even saw it. I took my phone and texted Monty.

Y/N: I hope you’re fucking proud of yourself.

I left the stall and my phone buzzed.

Montgomery: I don’t consider your breast as a visible place. It’s your and your blouse’s fault.

Y/N: You’re ridiculous and I’ll kill you the first second I met you.

The first second came quickly, because I bumped on him when I left toilet.

“Hello, hickey girl”.

“Don’t even start”, I stopped him with my hand and quickly walked passed him and went to the class.

Second period was Math, but luckily when Monty got to the class I was talking to Alex, de la Cruz had to take the seat and because his seat was at the opposite end of the room I was sure he wouldn’t try to talk to me for another hour.

On lunch break I was waiting in line in cafeteria when I felt someone staring over my shoulder I turned my head and saw one of the jocks trying to look under my shirt.

“Seriously?”, I asked. “Seriously?”

I took my tray and walked away to the table where already sat Sheri, Jeff and Zach.

“What did he want from you?”, Jeff asked.

“To check if there is a hickey on my breast”, I said basically throwing food at the table.

“Is there any?”

“No!”, I lied and lying to Jeff felt terrible, but I couldn’t just say ‘yes there is, Monty did it during our casual sex’.

Speaking of the devil, he showed up shortly after me with Justin and Jessica.

“Hey, thanks for homework, I changed it so it wouldn’t look too obvious”, she put my notebook next to me.

I nodded my head without saying a word.

“Oh, Y/N, come on”, she jerked my arm. “Don’t be mad”.

“How can I not be mad when you basically shouted out that I have a hickey on a boob and three minutes ago this jerk”, I pointed at the guy who was standing behind me in the line, “tried to see if it’s really there”.

I spotted Monty’s jaw clenched, I kicked him under the table, so he would calm down.

“Just tell me who did the damn hickey and if it’s really not a hickey, say it again and this time I’ll believe you and never talk about this again, I promise”.

She bit her lips waiting for me to response.

“It’s not a hickey”, I said quietly.  

“Okay”, she smiled.

After lunch I left cafeteria with Monty as we were going for chemistry, but I didn’t even say a word.

“Hey, say something”, he said. I didn’t answered. “Oh, come on, you’re not that pissed.”

“Yes, I am”.

“It’s not even my fault”, he rolled his eyes.

“So are you saying you’re not the one who did the fucking hickey?”, I asked quietly but harshly.

“Well, obviously it was me, but everyone found out because of fucking Jessica”, he defended himself.

“I’m lying to my friends because of you. You’re lying to your friends, you feel good with that?”.

“Jeez, it’s not like somebody gets hurt or anything because of that. Don’t treat it like lying, consider it as… not saying the whole truth”, he said.

“Okay, listen”, I took a deep breath. “I got mad and it stressed me a bit, so I might be a bitch today. Just give me a day, tomorrow I’ll be normal, I don’t stay mad for too long”.

“You know, I can make it up to you”, Monty smirked at me.

“You’ll do whole chemistry project by yourself?”, I smiled with hope even though I knew he wasn’t talking about that.

“Nooo, I mean something more… physical”.

“No, no, no, not anytime soon”, I shaked my head.

“Why, I didn’t pushed anyone today!”, he protested.

“You did other things. Now you have to get punished”, I said. “And I don’t mean any weird foreplay or whatever you’re imagining in your head right now”, I added quickly seeing smirk on his face. “And nothing’s gonna happen for like another five days, I can tell you”, I say quietly. I looked at him, Monty clearly didn’t have any idea what am I talking about. “It’s these days”, I put an accent on a word, so he would finally understand.

“Ohh… Right…”, he nodded his head being a little uncomfortable. “But your mouths aren’t bleeding, right?”

“You’re a dick”, I said a little bit too loud while we were walking into class.

“Ms Y/L/N, language please”, teacher reprimanded me.

“Sorry, “ I mumbled when I was taking my seat while Monty was cracking up trying not to laugh.


This one is a little bit shorter, because… idk why, it is what it is, there isn’t even a lot of Monty in it lol

sneak peak: next part - protective (!) Monty

@sighsophiia - you asked me to tag, so here ya go x
I was supposed to publish it tomorrow, but I’m drunk and eating sandwich so yeah
plus Monty’s tag is dead af

Connor Murphy x Reader: Boy next door

{Very basic but hey. Connor’s phone number is supposedly the Easter bunny’s number. Anybody wanna call & see if that’s true? Feel free to request one shots or headcanons! That would be awesome.

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This was it. You were finally finished moving into your new house in a new city with new everythings. Nothing was familiar. Your dad had gotten a major promotion in his job, which would require a move. A move specifically 3 states away from home.

You were happy for your dad, really. You were just a little less happy for you. Being a teenage girl, starting over completely at a brand new highschool in a new city with no friends was going to be a challenge. You weren’t going to lie; you were terrified. Tomorrow marked the beginning of the new school year.

In the meantime, however, you found yourself getting ready for a dinner with your neighbors; the Murphy family. Your parents were thrilled when they received the invitation, and despite all your desperate protests you were being forced into going. You were less than thrilled, to say at the least.

“(Y/N), are you ready?” Your mom called from outside your room. You finished brushing your hair, took one more look to observe your finished look for the night, and yelled back.

“Yeah, I’m coming!”

You muttered to yourself. “Let’s get this over with.”

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Jughead x Reader:  Save Me From Myself  (Part 1)

Warnings: pregnancy, general sad feelings:(
Requested: yes, I combined 2 requests.
A/N: I originally got a request for a sad Jughead fic, but I can’t bring myself to write the topic the request asked for (sorry) and then I received another for an unwanted pregnancy, so I decided to mash them together. Also, this part involves a lot of Kevin.

Part 2

*your POV*

Life was going so well. I was 16, in all honours classes, had remarkable grades, a good relationship with my parents and a loving boyfriend, Jughead Jones. Jughead and I have been friends since the day he was born pretty much, and when we turned 14 he finally had the courage to ask me out. My heart did somersaults when he asked me. I had liked him more than a friend since we were in kindergarten and he had asked me to marry him behind the trees in my backyard. Of course our mothers snapped photos of the joyous occasion, which included Jughead and I walking around hand in hand proclaiming to the world that we were husband and wife.

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The In-Between Part 3

Summary:  This is a college!AU where Sam and the reader attend the same university.

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader, AU!Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (oral, female receiving, unprotected sex), Angst, swearing

Word Count:  2795

A/N:  This is Part Three, you can find Part One HERE and Part Two HERE.  I loved going back to college so much that this became a trilogy.

Thank you to my lovely pal @wheresthekillswitch for being my MastaBeta on this one.

Italics are the end of Part Two.

The gifs in the body of the story are from Google Search, credit goes to their owners.

Originally posted by stetsonsalvatore

 

The next day you make your way through campus sipping your coffee.  It’s still warm and between the caffeine in your system and the sun on your skin, you’re tentatively excited about the fresh possibilities of a new semester.  You’re not over what happened, you’re not sure you ever will be, but you’re determined to keep positive.  You’re feeling pretty good about everything given the circumstances when you walk into the lecture room.  You scan the room looking for a good seat when your eyes catch view of a head above the rest.  Dimples are assaulting you from across the room, and they are not adorable.

 

You look away immediately, your hopeful mood now murderous.  You find the seat closest to the door and sit down, keeping your gaze to the front.  You’re sure the professor spoke, but you can recall nothing, the only evidence you were there is the syllabus in your hands.  As soon as class is released you dash for the door.  You’re hoping to make it through the quad before he can reach you.  Today is not your day however and when you’re halfway across you hear him call your name.

“Y/N!  Hey, Y/N, wait up.”

His large hand gently catches your arm just under one of the leafy trees dotting the grassy expanse.  Damn him and his long legs, you grumble to yourself.  You spin on him, your eyes shooting daggers, and he leans away from you taken aback.

“What do you want, Sam?”

“I just wanted to say hi and see how you are?”

“Hi and how am I?  Hmm, I don’t know?  Shitty.  I’m feeling pretty shitty, Sam.  How are you?” you ask, your voice dripping sarcasm.

Sam opens his mouth to speak then closes it again.

“Sorry, I just wanted to see you, the way we left things…” he trails off.

“Which time Sam?  The time we slept together while you conveniently forgot you had a girlfriend?  Or the time that you guilted my boyfriend into dumping me?”

His face flicks from ashamed to indignant and he pulls you nearer to the tree.

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Jungkook - Daddy Kookie

Originally posted by jeonify

Lust/ Rough Smut

Word Count: 3.1k

Jungkook x Reader


School, the one thing I hate. School was so boring here, we couldn’t do anything but dumb assignments, tests, and projects. The teachers here are so boring, and don’t get me started on the lunches here. The only thing about school is I have my friend Janice.

“(Y/N), look over.” Janice told me in a whisper while side eyeing me, trying not to get the teacher’s attention since we were taking a quiz.

I look at her, confused for a second, but I look to my left and two seats over I see Jungkook, staring at me as always. He always stares at me for no reason. Janice always tells me he likes me, but i don’t believe her. Knowing he is the hottest guy in the school makes it hard for me to believe he likes a basic geek such as me.

It sometimes bothered me how he would just stare at me with the blankest face, but sometimes, I melt from his strong gaze, and this was one of them.

He was staring at me intensely. He looked me up and down and bit his lip as if I was a full dinner. He continued to stare even after I caught him in his act. After about 10 seconds of full eye contact, I shyly and embarrassingly look down to my converse highs, wishing I could take back those awkward 10 seconds. I try to focus on my test, and I got done early. Most of the questions probably were wrong, but I just wanted to leave the classroom. The test wasn’t even a big grade so i really didn’t care.

“here,” I quietly say, handing my teacher my test,“May I go to the bathroom?”

He nods his head, “Go quickly (Y/N), and no horseplay in the halls like last time.” He slightly slides his reading glasses down and raised an eyebrow at me, signaling how serious he was.

I frantically nod my head, agreeing to his demand. I rush out of the room, knowing Jungkook’s eyes didn’t leave my body as I walked across the room to the exit of the classroom. I take one last glance to see Janice smirking at me, and Jungkook get up and walk towards the teacher. I roll my eyes at both of them and leave the classroom, not forgetting to shut the door behind me.

Me walk down the hall to my locker. There were no classrooms there, so I just put my head against the locker to take a break.

“Such a creep” I mumble, annoyed.

Right after I said that, I feel hands on my waist. They quickly turn me around and I get slammed on my locker. I get caged in between arms. I was between my locker, and Jungkook.

“what did you say?” He asked looking me dead in the eyes. He seemed very desperate and a little mad.

I don’t reply I just look at him in shock. He lightly grabs my chin with his pointer finger and thumb, and turns my head to the right, then to the left, then back to face him. He bites his lip as he slides the same hand down my body, to the bottom of my skirt.

“So you think I’m creepy, huh?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

I continue to keep quiet. He was so beautiful, his eyes, his smile, everything about him was so hot. I could feel my cheeks as I felt his hand creep under my skirt and up my inner thigh. He leaned in close to my face, our lips not even a centimeter away.

“Why are you so shy?” He smirks, and even chuckles a bit. I shrug. “Don’t worry, I think it’s cute.” He replies. I look away again.

“You know I like you, and that I’ve liked you for a very, very long time, right?” He asked me. I slowly shake my head in reply, although I was lying. He smirked, his lips slightly blushing over mine.

“I’ll be at your house after school.” He whispers, his hot breath hitting off my lips. I can taste the cherry flavored sucker he had early in his breath.

He slowly backs up, not taking his eyes off me. He then slowly walks away back to the classroom. I forgot we had done a science project together at my house, so he knows where i live.

I watch him walk down the hall until he made the turn to go to our classroom. My breath became unsteady and I felt weak. I was so shook, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go back into the classroom with him, but I had to.

I quickly walk back to my class, worried that my teacher will think I was up to something and give me another 2 hour detention. I arrive at the door of my classroom. Before I open the door, I take a deep breath. I slowly walk in and casually walk to my seat and sit down awkwardly.

I look at Janice and she mouths ‘What happened?’ to me. I shrug and mouth back, ‘I,ll tell you about it after school.’  She nods and goes back to her test.

I look to my left and see Jungkook with a sinister smirk on his face. He slyly winks at me, and goes back to his paper. I look away in disgust. I can’t believe he is really going to my house after school, I can’t stop him.

“(Y/N), what were you doing while you were out?” My teacher asked me in concern.

“I went to the bathroom, then to my locker to get my folder.” I lied. He nodded his head and went back to his paper work.

I hear a chuckle from my left and when I look, I see Jungkook holding in his laugh. He’s so ridiculous, it’s funny. I smile at him and also try not to laugh. He can be sweet at times, but not all the time.











It’s finally the end of the day and before I leave, I meet up with Janice.

“so,” she sighs, “what happened.”

I take a deep breath, knowing I’m going to regret telling her the short story. “He came out of no where and slammed me against my locker.” I started, continuing to walk along the side of Janice. “He then asked if I knew he liked me and I said yes. He moved his hand under my ski-” I got cut off by a squealing Janice.

“I told you he liked you!” She shouted jumping up and down. we were still on school property and I looked around to see if Jungkook was anywhere and luckily he wasn’t.

“shut-up,” I said through my teeth. She stop jumping and quiets down.

“sorry” she quietly said looking at the ground.

I continue with my story. “He leaned in and we were so close, we almost kissed! He then told me that he is going to my house after school. I was so in shock I couldn’t reply. That’s when he left me. I’m just surprised that the most popular, the most hottest guy in school likes someone like me.”

“Don’t question it, (Y/N). Why is he going over your house?” She asked.

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

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Janice walked me back to my house since my house was closer, and then she walked to her house. I unlock my front door and walk in, exhausted and thankful that school is over. But the day isn’t. I wasn’t sure if Jungkook was actually about to come over, but if he did, I don’t know what I would do.

I kinda do like him, although he can be creepy and annoying sometimes. I walk to my kitchen and grab a mint out of the candy dish. I unwrap it and pop it in my mouth, closing my eyes as the minty sensation covers my mouth and burns my throat. I can’t stand having bad breath at all.

I walk back into the living room and turn on spongebob, my favorite show. I continue to suck on the mint till it all dissolves.

A couple minutes later, I here a knock on my door. 'oh no’ I think to myself. I get up and slowly walk over to the door. I fix my outfit before I open the door.

I unlock and open the door to see Jungkook with his head tilted. He walks past me and into the living. “yeah, you can come in.” I say sarcastically in disgust. He is so disrespectful, just walking into my house like that without my permission.

I close the door and lock it once again, and walk over to Jungkook to see what he was up to.

“You look so sexy in your school uniform.” He compliments “And I love Converse Highs.”

I roll my eyes. “whatever, why did you come over?”

I was annoyed by him as always, thinking it’s normal to come to my house for no reason. He walks up to me. “I came here for you, (Y/N).”

He was a couple inches taller than me, so he was looking down on me. His husky voice sounded so good and sexy…wait, what am I saying. I hate him. Even though I think of him, waking up by his side, going to sleep in his arms. I still hate him, right?

“What do you m-mean?” I stutter, shyly looking down to my shoes. He walks even closer to me, putting one hand on my hip pulling me closer, and another hand lifting my head up to look at him. I try to push him off me, but he held onto me as if he was glued to me. I give up and look at him, worried about what was going to happen next.

“(Y/N), you know I want you badly. I’ve wanted you for the longest time. Don’t be scared of me, I will take care of you, I will take care of your body. You just have to let me do it. I know how delicate you are. Plus, I know you like me. I know you want me too. So let me give you the pleasure you need.” He softly says.

He was right. I do want him, a lot. I couldn’t hide it no matter how hard I try. He seemed sweeter than usual, saying he will take care of me and stuff. I look into his eyes. “You’ll take care of me?” I asked back.

He smirks, “Just like your daddy.” He whispers in my ear, massaging my ass. I couldn’t help but to moan while feeling his warm breath against my neck, and his large hands all over my body.

He leans in and connects our lips. His lips were so soft and warm. Not long after, he sticks his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. Our wet tongues start to have a fight of dominance, and his tongue won. He squeezes my ass tighter, causing a gasp to slip out in the kiss. We pull away slowly.

“Now be a good girl, and turn around so daddy can see how wet you are.”

His words turned me on so much. I could feel my juices dripping down my leg and through my underwear. I turned around and bent over, using the arm of the couch for support. “good girl.” He complimented. He held onto my waist with one hand, and reached under my skirt with the other. His fingers rubbed through my wet panties.

“woah.” He gasped, “Your so wet.” He pulls down my skirt and digs his hand in my panties to get a better feel. I moan while I feel his hands massaging my folds and feeling around. He enters a finger and repeatedly thrust inside of me, curving his finger occasionally to hit my g-spot.

“a-ah, right there.” I moan. I push against his force as he adds another finger inside of me.

My moans get louder and louder as he adds the third and final finger, now keeping them curved to continuously hit my g-spot.

“Cum on my fingers, babygirl.” He orders me to do, thrusting his fingers into me faster and deeper. I yell out in pleasure as I reach my high, letting out my cum on his fingers. He helps me ride out my orgasm by slowing his fingers down before slowly pulling the three fingers out to let the slimy liquid stretch.

He brings his coated wet fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. He then pulls me up straight by my neck and seductively chokes me. I can feel his bulge poking through his pants to my ass.

“You taste so good.” He groans huskily in my ear, slightly biting my ear lobe after. “Now let daddy see that pretty mouth around my cock.”

He lets go of me and pulls his pants down along with his underwear, leaving his huge hard on pointing straight at me. My eyes widen at how big it is. He chuckles, “you’re so cute, jagi.”

I smile in reply and get on my knees so I’m leveled down to his length. I lick the head first, earning a quiet moan from him. I then take him all, causing his eyes to go wide at how I can take all of his big hard on.

“That’s my girl.” He moans quietly, keeping his eyes close to enjoy the moment better.

He bunches my hair up in his hand and bobs my head to take him even more and faster. I groan and gag a couple times as he thrust his hard length deeper in my mouth, causing his grunts and pants to get louder and louder. His tip hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water a little bit.

He lets go of my hair and I quickly pull back for air, my head slightly pounding from the amount of pressure that was on it while his hand was holding my hair. After I caught my breath, I take it back in, wrapping my small mouth around it.

I take in a whole half of his length and pump the rest. I start to feel him pulsate in my mouth, signaling he is close to cumming.

“fuck b-baby” he groans. I take him out of my mouth right before he came. He catches his breath quickly.

He slides his shirt off and sits down on the couch, “ride daddy.” He commands. I listen and straddle over him. I grab his length and lower down on it. Jungkook closes his eyes and throws his head back as I slowly lower down on him.

I start to bounce on him. I rub on his hard abs as his hands trail to my bouncing breast.

“your so big d-daddy, y-you feel so good.” I stutter in between moans. He groans in pleasure, but he wanted more.

He grabs my waist to hold me still and thrusts into me hard. I cover my mouth at the feeling of his thick, throbbing length sliding in and out against my walls. He grunts loudly as he goes faster and faster by the second. I screamed as I had my second climax right then, but he wasn’t done. He kept thrusting into me hard.

He quickly flipped us over so he was on top and I was on the bottom. He pounded into me repeatedly, slightly splashing my juices on each others legs It was oozing out of me and all over his length. He squeezed my waist so hard, I was sure they were bound to fall off after. The sweat on his body caused him to glisten beautifully in the light. He gritted his teeth together, his force stronger than anything in the world, and his speed faster than anything as well. I felt his length throbbing strongly against my now weak walls, weak from the other two orgasms I had.

“C-cum inside of me d-daddy” I scream out, reaching my third climax. I really started to go nuts when he hit my weak g-spot again.

“I’m there, a-ah b-b-baby, fuck i’m abou-” He stuttered, but couldn’t finish. He finally let his load out in me, and it was a lot. His eyes closed shut and pressed together hard, as he pounded into me his last couple of times, his length throbbing hard against my clenching walls as I came with him. My body went numb, and all I could feel were pleasant vibrations all coming from my numb, wet heat. It was hurting, but I loved it.

He softly fell on top of me, still pressing into me to ride out his climax.

“fuck” He loudly grunted through his teeth. We were a wet, sweaty, exhausted mess. I push the fringe off his forehead and drag my hand back through his head a couple times to calm and relax him as he has his powerful climax. He pulls out of me. He then goes weak, breathing heavy, relaxing on top of me for a couple minutes as I massage his head and temple area to relax him.

I grab the cover that is resting on the back part of the couch and cover our bodies under it.

He looks up to me with half closed eyes. “Are you ok, jagi?”

“Oh yeah I’m totally fine.” I reply sarcastically, “you just beat my pussy til it was probably black and blue and now I’m probably not going to be able to walk for a long time.”

He chuckles weakly. “where are your parents?”

“They went on a business trip, thank god they weren’t here.” I sigh in relief. He nods in agreement.

I can’t believe this, I just fucked the boy I love and hate, well, I guess now I just love him. I never thought this would happen.

“You know you lied about taking care of my body, right?” I giggle.

“I’m sorry jagi, your body was too good for me to keep my calm.” He pecks my neck and smiles.

“Can we date, jagi?” He asked. He was a whole different person now, giving me puppy eyes and crap. This dude is so confusing.

“yes, we can date Kookie.” I reply. He smiles at me.

“I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” He calmly tells me, closing his eyes. I smile at him.

“Me too.” I say, also closing my eyes.



I applaud myself! This was a pretty rough smut, I will admit. I’M SORRY FOR BEING HORNY, OK? lol, I’m weird. But you’re horny too for reading this.

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Help Me Get The Girl Part 5 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,474

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hi! It took me forever to finish this because I knew where I wanted to go, I just wasn’t sure of how to get there!  Luckily I got where I needed to go and this is where everything is truly going to start taking off.  I hope you enjoy it!

Your POV:

I was dreading the next day, knowing that Grayson and I were going to have to face each other.  I had stayed up on the phone with Ethan, crying over something I couldn’t understand, and he never asked me to explain; he comforted me and listened to my hiccups through each sob.

My car was full functioning now so I was able to bring Theo and I to school for the first time in weeks.  When Theo jumped out of the car he was instantly called over by a boy and girl that I had never seen before.  He beamed at them, his hand waving back and forth in the air.  He turned to me and smiled before jogging off to join them. It was nice to know that he had found friends to hang out with, but I was a little disappointed that he didn’t tell me about them.  Theo and I had a very open relationship; we always told each other everything.

Walking past them still smiling, I made my way into the school.  It was a bit odd because Grace was usually waiting for me right outside the door, but this time she was nowhere to be found.  Shrugging it off, I headed through the doors and straight to my locker.  Grace wasn’t there either so I was starting to wonder if she stayed at home.  Grace would normally let me know when she was staying home, so to me this whole situation was odd.

I whipped my backpack so that it was now resting against the front of my body. My hand was fishing through it for my phone when a burst of laughter from two familiar voices caught my attention. My eyes instantly snapped up to find Grayson and Grace walking in my direction.  Her arm was wrapped through his, her fingers dancing against his skin. His eyes were trained on her with admiration, the most genuine smile spread across his face.  Who knew that after mentioning him once she would hop on the Grayson train and become the conductor.

The pulled to a stop at my locker, still looking into each other’s eyes.  It was not cute and was super annoying.  I stood there waiting for them to say something, do something, or at least look at me.  It was like I was watching some cheesy chick-flick that was in the $3 bin at Walmart.

“Do you guys need something?” I snapped them from their dream world.  I had been in the school for all of 2 minutes and I was already irritable.

Grace giggled, “Sorry, we came to say hi but Grayson told me about your freak out at the pond in the forest and his interpretation of you was hilarious.”

I opened the filing cabinet in my brain, trying to find what she was talking about.  I didn’t remember freaking out at the pond.  If he’s referring to being splashed, that wasn’t a freak out.

“What freak out?” I questioned.

Grace unhooked herself from Grayson, “Don’t touch me!  I don’t want you to touch me!” she mocked.  “Since when do you do that?  It’s Grayson, what did you think he was going to do?” she laughed. I could tell that she wasn’t trying to be mean.  It was Grace; we laughed about stuff like this all the time.  But, this time it was different.  I was embarrassed and couldn’t even look Gray in the eye.  He didn’t know why I behaved like that, but I didn’t appreciate him making fun of me just to impress her.

I faked a smile, my lips tight in frustration, “Yeah, I don’t know what happened. I drifted off into LaLa Land or something.” I put my backpack in my locker, pulling out the books that I would need for class.  “Anyway, I have to get to class.  Have you seen Ethan?  We usually walk together.”

Grayson’s smile faltered, slowly morphing into a flat lined face, “He stopped into Ms. Evan’s classroom to talk to her about extra credit.”

“Thanks, Gray.” I muttered as I tried to pass them.

“Hey,” he gently grabbed my arm.  “We still need to talk.” He whispered.

I raised my eyebrows, “Then talk.” My petty ass was over the day already and just wanted to get away from these two love birds.

“You know we can’t right now.” He growled, leaning in closer to me.

“Then find me later.  I’m going to class.” With that I walked away, my focus on finding Ethan and hiding my face for the rest of the day.

I made my way to Ms. Evan’s room, but I found myself being stopped by the person I cared for least in this world…

Jordan Kooser.

Jordan Kooser who has been catcalling me since I was 15.

Jordan Kooser who has asked me out on a date 25 times.

Jordan Kooser who sent me an unwanted dick pic.

Jordan Kooser who Grayson thought I lost my virginity to.

Jordan Kooser who was the biggest egotistical maniac you will ever meet.

“Hey, Y/n.  Looking hot as usual.” He put his arm across me, placing it against the lockers so that I couldn’t continue to walk.  “You’d look even better with me on your side.”

I sighed, my face turning away from him, “I don’t know about that, Jordan.”

“Look, baby, just one date.  You, me, tonight—the movies.” He licked his lower lip before bringing it between his teeth, trying to seduce me.

“Jordan, we’ve been through this before, I’m not interested.  Sorry.” I tried to move around him only to have him step in my path.

He let out a sadistic chuckle, “I don’t think you understand,” he leaned in closer, “I’m done chasing after you like a puppy, I’m taking what I want, now. You and I are going to the movies tonight.  Got it?”

“No.” I deadpanned.  “I’m not going anywhere with you.  It’s not my fault that you can’t take a hint.  Now get out of my way before I kick you in the balls.”  I kept eye contact with him the whole time I spoke. No one, and I mean no one was going to try to control me.

“Listen here…”

“She doesn’t want your pencil dick, Kooser.  Move along!” Ethan’s voice rang out.  He hooked his arm around my shoulders and began to guide me away from him. “Go stare at yourself in the mirror some more pretty boy.  Y/n and I are going to go make out in the janitor’s closet.”

I hid my red cheeked face into his shoulder trying to stifle a laugh.  He squeezed me closer as he continued to walk us towards our English class.  As sure as I was that I would have gotten out of that situation damage free as I usually do, I was happy that Ethan was there to help me out.  Kooser always managed to backdown when Ethan was around.  And though Ethan was smaller than him Jordan was still a bit intimidated by him.

“Thanks, E.” I said as we entered the classroom, taking our seats that were right inside the door.

“Anytime.  Kooser is a creep and needs to learn when he’s not wanted.” He explained. “Oh!  By the way, Gray and I are having a get together tonight so it’s expected that you come.”

I rolled my eyes, “Every time you say you’re having a get together, it’s a party. I’m not dealing with a party on a school night.”

“It’s not a party, I promise.” He held his hands up.  My face mimicked his, sarcasm nearly seeping through my skin. “It’s not!  It’s just a gathering.”

Sure, Ethan… a gathering.


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For the first time ever, Ethan didn’t lie.  There were only a few of us at their place sitting around the fire pit. Grace and I were sat next to each other, across from us Carter Tenpa (a friend of Gray and E’s) and his girlfriend Erika Clark.  Grayson and Ethan were inside getting drinks with the help of Logan who was in our English class with us.

Needing to use the restroom, I dismissed myself right as Ethan and Logan were returning with our drinks.  Ethan offered to set mine next to my spot so that I had it when came back out.  Seeing Grayson still at the kitchen counter gathering a few things, I tried my best to move through the house quietly to remain unseen.

“Y/n!” he called out to me.  It was like he had a sixth sense because I was quiet as a mouse.

“Grayson!” I called back a bit to cheery.  I immediately mentally scolded myself for being so obvious.  “How are you?”  my voice was a bit shaky.

“You would know if you hadn’t avoided me all day.” He glared at me.

“I wasn’t avoiding you.” I lied.

Bothered, his face was expressionless, showing me that he could read me like a book.  “You were avoiding me.  We need to talk.  Not only about the Grace situation, but also about what’s going through your head.”

“Can’t.  Going to the bathroom.” I started to walk away.

“Meet me in my room after.” He demanded, his voice full of authority.

“Fine!  Gosh!” I shouted like a child as I walked up the stairs to use the restroom conveniently located across from his bedroom.

I took my sweet time going to the restroom even though I was done within a minute.  I stretched out washing my hands for 3 minutes like the professional procrastinator that I am.  Once I finally decided that I needed to face him, I exited the restroom and went straight into his room.

He was sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands.  I leaned against the doorframe, not quite willing to enter. His head lifted, his eyes drifting towards me.  He started to stand up, but once I started to move closer to him he sat back down. Hesitantly, I sat next to him on the bed, leaving a few inches between the two of us.

“Forget talking about Grace.  What’s going on with you?” his voice was full of sincerity.  

I huffed, “Nothing’s going on.  I’m just tired.”

“You’re not just tired.” He raised his voice.  “You’re mad at me!  Why are you mad at me?” he stood up, facing me.

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/n!” he cut me off.  “You’re lying to me and I don’t appreciate it!”

“AND I DON’T APPRECIATE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME FOR WHAT I SAID AT THE POND!” I shouted.

“IT WASN’T A BIG DEAL, Y/N!”

“It is though!” I whispered, trying not to cry.  “You used making fun of me to gain brownie points with her.  That wasn’t part of the deal!”

He threw his arms up, “You’re being sensitive.”

“I may be being sensitive, but does that make it okay?” I asked in disbelief.

His eyes focused on the floor, guilt washing over his face.  Grayson was always one to admit when he made a mistake. This time it took him a bit longer than usual, but he was accepting that what he did was wrong.

“I’m sorry.  I just wanted to make her laugh.  I wanted her to smile because of me and it just kind of came out.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I would never purposely hurt you.” He stepped closer to my now standing body.  “I’m sorry that I took your smile away today.”

“Ethan gave me a new one.” I teased, my mood lifting a bit.

He let out a deep sigh, “By the way, I am sorry about that whole situation. I had no right to react like that. I don’t even know why I was mad to be honest.”

“You’re right.  You didn’t.” I stated in return.

“And I apologize.” He sent me a small smile.  That smile could make me melt.  The warmth I experienced at the pond with him started to move through my body again, this time without physical contact.  I instinctively took a step back, my vulnerable heart building up a wall as it did the last time.  “Are you okay?” he stepped forward, causing me to take another step back.

“I’m fine.” I shook my head trying to break myself out of it.  “I’m fine.”

He grabbed my hand, “You seem unsure of that.”

“That’s because I am.” I pulled my shaky hand from his.  “I’m going to head back down.” I told him, but I still didn’t move.  It was like I was frozen in my place.

“Stay, talk to me.  This isn’t the Y/n I know.” He was trying so hard to be gentle with me and all I wanted to do was retreat, retreat, retreat.  As I started to back out of the room, he continued to follow me.  But the further I moved away, the more he slowed down.

“Let’s go join everyone.  Grace is down there!  She’s been talking about this movie she wants to see, maybe tonight you can ask her to go with you!” I started to ramble, wanting to remove myself from the situation.

“Y/n, stop!” he shouted.  “I told you this isn’t about Grace right now!  It’s about you!”

“I don’t care, Grayson!  I want to join everyone else!  Tonight is supposed to be fun not some soap opera.  Quit worrying about my dramatic ass and let’s go have a good time!” I took a deep breath, “Please.”

“I just want you to be happy.” He looked so upset that I just wanted to pull him into my arms and never let go.

“I am happy!  I’m happy because I’m with my friends, and my brother is safe, and my family loves me. I have so many reasons to be happy. You’re reading too into things and it’s making me anxious.  If we could just return to our normal selves—that’d be great.” I pleaded, trying to bring this conversation to a close.

Finally he caved in, “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

I clapped my hands together, “Then we’re set!  You’re happy, I’m happy, everyone else is happy!  We are a happy bunch of goons!”

He finally let out a laugh, his arms wrapping around me for a hug.  He caught me off guard, but I suppressed my feelings that told me to run away and held it together.  I gave him a quick squeeze and as we pulled back I received the ultimate surprise.

Grayson placed his hands on the sides of my face, pulled me in, and planted a small kiss against my lips.  We both separated wide-eyed, jaws dropped to the floor.

“What the fuck?” I gasped.

“What the fuck?” Grayson asked himself.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” another voice called from behind me.

I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Ethan Grant Dolan.




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Not my cup of tea - Jughead Jones

(sorry if this sucks it’s my first time writing a imagine, if you would like to see more like and request please it would really mean a lot)

I slammed the locker door closed, still extremely pissed off with the one and only Cheryl Blossom.

I’ve been in this mood ever since earlier today when Cheryl thought it would be a good idea to embarrass me in front of half the school, by tripping me causing my tea from Pop’s to spill down the front of me. “Wow (y/n) you should really watch where you walk.” Cheryl said with that snarky look on her face. Instead of throwing a sarcastic comment back at her and God knows I could but I decided against it.

So since the morning, now being last period I’ve had tea stains all over my clothes and quite frankly I’ve been in a sour mood. Now walking through the door into English class, I spot Jughead Jones my crush since I first talked to him sitting in his usual spot at the back of the class typing away on his computer. “Hey Jug” I said taking a seat beside him. “Hey (y/n).” He said looking up from the screen “what happened to your shirt?” “Oh you know I was just the person Cheryl chose to be her victim today.” I say trying my best to make a joke out of the situation “she’s really not your cup of tea is she?” Jughead smiles. “Is she anyone’s?” I reply earning a laugh from Jughead. “I guess that’s true, here borrow my sweater.” He says taking off his sweater revealing a shirt with a capital S on the front.

“Jughead you don’t have to do that.” I say blushing fiercely. “Honestly it’s all right you need it more than I do at this point.” He says with a warm smile. I take it from him putting it on over my stained graphic tee, it was extremely big on me and went down to mid thigh. “Thank you, Jughead.” “Really it’s no problem. Do you want to join me at Pop’s tonight?” His raven coloured hair falling into his eyes. “I would love to!” I replied turning to face the front of the classroom. The bell rang and everyone started to make their way in the room, I glanced over at Jughead one more time before class started and he smiled at me once again.

Certainly Cheryl wasn’t my cup of tea but I was pretty sure Jughead Jones III, the boy that bonded over literature and writing with me, was an outcast and wears the same grey beanie everyday was.

He was definitely my cup of tea.

Originally posted by stydiaislove

I Don’t Celebrate Birthdays

Word Count: 2872

    A\N: here’s a requested fic, and I did it in first person because someone suggested that I write a fic in it. I hope you all enjoy! Much love!

Originally posted by eh-just-join-the-fandom-fam


Originally posted by sweetoothgirl


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    “Did you really think you could keep secrets from me, Y/N?” Veronica asked, startling me as I was getting my history text book from my locker.

    “I don’t know what you mean.” I called over my shoulder, digging through my backpack for a pencil, I was always losing those damn things.

    “Don’t play stupid with me, Jughead told me already.” she said, my heart skipping a beat at the mention of Jugheads name. Other than that, I was a little tired of her guessing game and I rolled my eyes, thankfully she didn’t see.

    “I still don’t know what you’re talking about, Ronnie, you’re going to have to be a little more specific.” I said, closing my locker and turning around to face her.

    “You’re birthday is this Saturday! (y/b/d) is your birthday right?” she excitedly asked, and I gulped, reluctantly nodding my head.

    “Yes, but please don’t say anything to anyone else, especially not Cheryl, I really don’t want anything big and special for my birthday. I’d rather pretend it wasn’t happening.” I said, walking down the hallway with Veronica by my side, looking curiously at me.

    “Why don’t you want to celebrate?” she asked, and I sighed, the subject made me kind of sad, but I trusted Veronica with my hardships and feelings.

    “I’ve never really celebrated my birthday. Back home, my parents didn’t care much about them, it was such an unimportant event in my household that when I was little, I barely could even remember when my birthday was. It wasn’t until school when I really started to remember, only because my teachers would wish me a happy day.” I admit, my heart sinking a little. Veronica looked at me apologetically, putting a hand on my shoulder.

    “I’m so sorry, wait so you’ve never had a birthday party?” She asked, and I chuckled sadly.

    “Nope, to me, my birthday is just another day. Nothing too special about it, or about me.” I said, finally reaching my history class. Veronica gave me a hug, and I gladly accepted, she was my best friend of course. “Enjoy your off period.” I said, and she smiled.

    “Have fun in history.” she said, backing up slowly, and I could see a hint of mischief on her face, and I could tell the cogs in her head were turning. She was up to something, but instead of questioning her further, I went inside the classroom, taking my seat, I’d ask her later.

•••

    “I want to throw Y/N a surprise birthday party.” Veronica announced as she walked into the student lounge where the rest of the gang were chilling. Y/N was the only one in the gang who didn’t have 4th period off. Cheryl quickly stood from her seat, smiling wide.

    “I want to help!” She exclaimed and Veronica nodded her head excitedly.

    “Wait, its Y/Ns birthday?” Kevin asked, the question peaking Josie, Archie, Betty, and Reggies interest too, they weren’t aware of her birthday either.

    “Yes, and I don’t think she’d like that very much.” Jughead said, closing his laptop and looking up at the raven-haired girl from his seat on the couch. “She doesn’t have all that great of a backstory with birthdays-”

    “Yeah yeah, mommy and daddy didn’t celebrate them with her, she didn’t know her own birthday for the first few years of life, I heard the story.” Veronica interrupted, and Jughead rolled his eyes, not too happy she had exposed Y/Ns birthday sob story for the whole lounge to hear.

    “That’s awful.” Archie said, sitting up on the couch.

    “Yeah, her parents sound like dicks.” Reggie added, and everyone nodded their heads.

    “Very much so, which is why I want her to celebrate her birthday with people who actually care. Throw her a party that will make her like her birthday again, Y/N deserves to be celebrated!” she said.

    “Birthdays aren’t just about getting older, they’re celebrating you being put on this earth, it’s like celebrating her existence, and showing her we all love her by doing just that will totes make her happy!” Cheryl said, quickly pulling out her phone.

    “Anyone who’s willing to help plan it will definitely be appreciated, i want to make this the best day of her life.” Veronica said, smiling to the kids around her who were nodding.

    “Count me in.” Betty said, and Archie grabbed her hand.

    “Me as well.” he added.

    “What the hell, I love to plan a good party, and Y/N is one of my closest friends so…” Kevin said, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

    “I want to help, and the Pussycats and I would totally love to play for her!” Josie replied excitedly.

    “I’ll get my teammates to bring some booze, make it a real party!” Reggie said, pulling out his phone to text his friends, Veronica smiled, looking towards Jughead.

    “Juggie, are you in?” She asked, and Jughead ran his hand through his hair. Sure he wanted to do something special like this for you, but he was scared you wouldn’t react nicely to it. A surprise party is a big thing, a small get together would be much better.

    “Yeah come on, maybe you’ll find the perfect time to tell her how much you love her.” Reggie said teasingly, and the whole crew agreed, causing Jughead to blush slightly. Little did they know they had actually hit a nerve, everyone suspected his feelings for the y/h/c girl, but it was never confirmed.

    “Yeah whatever, count me in I guess.” He muttered, opening his laptop again.

    “Alright, then its settled, operation ‘Surprise Birthday Bash’ is underway.” Veronica said, jumping excitedly.

•••

    “Why exactly do I have to dress nicely if we’re just going to Pops?” I asked Polly who had come over to my house, out of the blue may I add, and asked if I wanted to join her at the diner.

    “I-I don’t want to be the only one in a dress.” Polly said, trying her best to make an excuse. “I’m already going to stand out as a pregnant young lady, it would be greatly appreciated if I wasn’t the only one in a dress”

    “Because people are definitely going to care.” I said, rummaging through my closet for a dress. I pulled out a black dress that fell to mid thigh, and had a cut-out on the chest with fairly short sleeves. It was casual but with a hint of elegance to it, it was my favourite.

    “Yes, definitely that one!” Polly said excitedly, turning around so I could change into it. I pulled it over my body, smoothing the garment out against myself and Polly smiled brightly at me. “Beautiful as always! You ready?”

    “Yup, let go!” I said excitedly because damn I was hungry. I got into the car with Polly, and she climbed into the front seat, turning on the music and driving off. After a few minutes of driving, she suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, rummaging through her purse.

    “Oh damn it.” she muttered under her breathe, and I just watched, very confused as to what was going on. “I forgot my phone at home, we’ll have to go get it. My parents are out of town and they call every few hours to make sure everything is alright.” she said, starting the car again and racing down the street.

    “Oh okay, do you want me to run inside and get it for you? I can’t imagine how hard it must be to climb in and out of cars with a stomach that size.” I offered, and Polly laughed, one hand going down to her very pregnant belly.

    “You’re a sweetheart, I’m so glad you moved here and became friends with my sister and I!” she said, and I smiled, Polly was so kind, I swear I loved her just as much as her sister. My heart fluttered at the thought of love, the next person coming to mind was Jughead. I loved him of course, but in a different way as everyone else.

    “My phone is on the kitchen counter,  but I don’t know if the door is unlocked… hmm. How about I just come in with you, I could use a glass of water before we get on the road again.” Polly said, getting out of the car and I followed, walking with her to the front of the house. I got to the door first though, and I tried it, seeing it was unlocked I swung it open and tried to look through the darkness. Polly was right behind me, and together we looked for the light switch. Before I could find it though, they turned on, and I saw a ton of people jump out from behind furniture.

    “Surprise!” the crowd yelled, scaring me half to death, to which everyone thought was funny because they started laughing.

    “I-I-I don’t know what to say… is this all for me?” I stuttered, taken aback by all the people who actually cared enough to celebrate my birthday with me.

    “Of course silly, who else would it be for?” Cheryl said, walking from the crowd, giving me a hug.

    “I don’t know.” I half laughed, looking around at everyone.

    “Well, are we just going to stand here or are we going to get our party on?” Veronica asked, and everyone cheered.

    “What do you want to drink, birthday girl?” Reggie asked, dragging me along to the kitchen and I shrugged.

    “Hmm, how about a Rum and Dr. Pepper?” I suggested, and Reggie looked at me surprised. “What, you did bring alcohol right, I mean why else would you be here?” I teasingly asked, and Reggie rolled his eyes.

    “I’m here because it’s your birthday and you’re one of my favourite people, and of course I brought alcohol. I was just surprised that’s what you wanted to start with, I’ve never taken you as much of a drinker.” He said, and I nodded, slightly agreeing.

    “Me either.” Jughead said behind me, making my heart stop and I must have blushed because Reggie looked at me knowingly.

    “Make that two rums and Dr. Peppers, please?” I asked, and Reggie nodded.

    “You got it, birthday girl.” I smiled at him and turned around to face Jughead, admiring his wild beanie-less raven-hair and his bright smile.

    “Happy birthday, Y/N.” he said sweetly. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

    “Thank you Juggie, and yeah, I’m having fun so far, although it’s a little big, a small get together would have been nicer, half these people don’t know who I am.” I said, and Jughead nodded. Reggie handed us our drinks, breaking my gaze from the boy in front of me.

    “Then you should change that, make them know who you are.” he said, winking and backing away.

    “Alrighty Reggie, I’ll try that.” I said, Jughead and I chuckling to ourselves.

    “You know, I told them that a small get together would be better, but no one ever listens to me.” he said, and I laughed and pretended to be offended.

    “Hey, I listen to you all the time, what do you mean?” I defensively said, and he nodded his head, taking a sip of his drink.

    “Oof, that’s strong.” he said, shaking his head slightly, and I laughed. “Well anyways Y/N, speaking of listening, do you mind hearing me out on something real quick?” he asked somewhat nervously, and I nod my head.

    “Of course Beanie, what’s up?” He smiled slightly at the use of my nickname towards him, and it made my heart beat a little faster. I took a drink of my Rum and Dr. Pepper, also shuddering slightly at how strong it was.

    “Listen, it’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same,” he started, and my eyes widen a bit, I mean this couldn’t be happening could it? I’m imagining this, I’m day dreaming. “But I’ve been feeling some kind of way ever since you’ve moved here a year ago, and I haven’t been able to shake it… I guess what I’m trying to say is I think I’m in love with you.” he said, and my smile grew larger.

    “Oh, Juggie I love you too.” I said, and his face lit up.

    “Wait, you do?” he asked unsurely, and I nodded, putting my drink on the counter next to me.

    “Of course, how could I not? You’ve been here for me since day one of me being in Riverdale, you’ve stuck by my side and made me laugh, and you always know how to cheer me up when I’m sad. It seems it was destiny for me to fall for my sardonic, beanie wearing, sarcastic, handsome best friend.” I said, and Jughead leaned down, smiling at me. He got close to my face, closing his eyes to which I did the same.

    “It seems it was destiny for me to fall for the new, sassy, sarcastic, sometimes very bitchy, beautiful girl who would also happen to be my best friend.” he whispered before pressing his lips to mine. We that there for what felt like forever, not that I was complaining, and I swore everything in my life was leading up to this very moment, I felt as if I found my missing puzzle piece.

    “Betty, Archie, Veronica, you all owe me $20!” Cheryl yelled, causing both me and Jug to jump and see her looking happily at us. “Finally, you two are together! I was honestly about to rig a game of spin the bottle orseven minutes in heaven to get you two to admit your feelings and makeout or something, but it doesn’t seem to look like I need to anymore!” I blushed and Cheryl walked over to us. “I wish you two years of happiness,” she started, and then faced only Jughead. “And just so you know, if you hurt her, don’t expect to get her back after you two break up, if it doesn’t work out, I want my turn with the beautiful Y/N.” she said, turning to me and winking. She exited the room, and I heard as Betty, Archie and Veronica excitedly talked over what Cheryl just witnessed, and then we heard Reggie join in.

    “Well, that was unexpected.” I said, and Juggie laughed, agreeing with me.

    “Yes it was, but don’t worry, I don’t plan on giving you up any time soon.” he said, and I blushed, leaning in to peck him on the lips.

    “Best birthday present ever, finding out the love of my life actually loves me back.” I mumble, and Jughead cleared his throat.

    “Actually, I got you something else for your birthday. You know, other than my love.” He joked, and I looked at him adoringly.

    “You didn’t have to do that, Jug!” I said, but he waved it off and took a small box out of his back pocket, handing it to me. I looked at him and then the box, opening it up slowly. Inside was a charm bracelet with a crown, cheeseburger, snake, book, and a heart with his initials on one side and mine on the other. He took a boyish chain necklace out of his shirt, and I saw the same heart charm that was on my bracelet also adored his necklace, and I smiled, coming close to tears.

    “I wasn’t going to get us friendship bracelets, because honestly Reggie just stopped teasing me recently, and I don’t feel like having him come back to it, but I thought you’d appreciate a bracelet.” he said somewhat shyly, and I giggled, taking it out of the box and putting it on.

    “It’s beautiful Jughead, thank you.” I said, and he nodded his head, wrapping his arm around me waist.

    “Shall we go party, birthday girl?” He asked.

    “I thought you hated parties.” I said, and he rolled his eyes playfully.

    “Pshh, I’ll make an exception if it means I get to dance with the prettiest girl here.” He said, pulling me to the living room, but not before I grabbed my drink. This definitely was the best birthday ever, my best friends were here, they weren’t playing shitty music, and I finally had the one I loved so much to myself. As we walked into the living room, everyone went silent, and Betty, Polly, Veronica and Cheryl all stood holding a large cake with 16 candles on it, and Josie, Melody, and Valarie started playing 'Happy Birthday.’ I smiled big, and everyone in the room started singing to me.

Happy Birthday To You!

Happy Birthday To You!

Happy Birthday Dear Y/N!

Happy Birthday To You!

    Everyone in the room started to cheer, and all the sudden, started by Archie, Reggie, and the football team, everyone started chanting 'make a wish! Make a wish!’ I looked around the room, and my heart was overcome with love.

    “I don’t have any, everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in this room.” I said, and the room erupted in 'awes’ and claps. I blew out the candles, and everyone cheered. Who needed my blood family, I have my real family right here.

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Love Bites-(Lydia Martin)

Originally posted by wolfies-love

Characters: OC, Malia Tate, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin and Reader

Word Count: 1842

Warnings: some angry Lydia and making out??

Pairing: Lydia x Reader

Summary: you and Lydia (not so) subtly drop hints for the pack that you’re dating

(A/N) Woo, just in time before Pride month ends, here’s some gay stuff :) I’ve been wanting to write something with Lydia for soooo long and now I finally have a good idea so here it goes :)))

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His - Part 2 (C.H.)

Originally posted by dimplelashton

A/N: I’m so glad that a lot of you liked the first part and I was really happy to see so many of you requesting for a second part. So, here it is :)

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Part 1 | Part 3

*****

“Maybe I’m just hard to love.”


“Well, would you look at that?” Phoebe told me as I switched my textbooks at my locker.

“What?” I ask without looking at her.

“You have anatomy next.”

I shut my locker and turned to face her. “Yeah, and…?”

She gave me an exasperated sigh. “You see Calum next period.”

“I also saw him this morning, yesterday, and on Friday.” I raised an eyebrow at her as if to say, ‘Your point?

She groaned. “Nevermind. I’ll see you later.”

I gave her a weird look. “Yeah, okay.”

We headed our separate ways for our next class. I walked into my anatomy class and sat at my usual seat towards the back. I surveyed the room and noticed that Calum wasn’t here yet. I shook my head slightly and got my things ready for the class to start.

Get a grip on yourself, Y/N. I scolded myself.

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