take me to the prom

Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

How Do I Look? (Jughead x Andrews!Reader)

Prompt: Hi :) could you please do a female JugheadxReader where the reader could be Archie’s somewhat younger sister and she’s always had a crush on Jughead. And then like one day she asks for Jughead’s opinion on her prom dress and then it kind of just escalates from there and turns into like hot smut. Um, haha, so yeah. Please and thank you! :)

A/N: Guys. This took forever to write. Hopefully you like it! I’ve been a bit of a slump but I’m hoping to upload some more. I’m also in the process of moving so my requests are closed until I move! Also I hit 4.7k? Thank you loves xxx

Warnings: Heavy Makeout Session (sorry it’s not the heavy smut you wanted), Archie is a cockblock as always. 


How Do I Look? (Jughead x Andrews!Reader)

As the youngest Andrew, you always hung out with Archie and the gang. Over the years you developed a crush on your brother’s best friend.

Prom was approaching and you had hoped that a certain boy would have asked you. Of course he didn’t. In fact, you didn’t know if he was even going at all.

It was 3 days before Prom when she cornered you.

“Little Andrew!” Her voice rings in your ears as she wraps her fingers around your arm.

“Hey Cherry. Whats up?” You smile at the Blossom twin.

You guys weren’t usually super close but after Jason died, you were the only one who had been there for her.

“So I know you wanted that freak to ask you to the dance-” Cheryl waves her other hand as you blush and try to interrupt her. “Don’t deny it. We’re besties. I know you like him.” She grins and pulls you to walk with her.

“Cherry, Where are you going with this?” Her fingers tighten slightly as we past my brother and his friends.

“Go to Prom with Me.” She shrugs. “Since the freak clearly is too stupid to do anything. Show him how hot you look in a dress.”

“Cheryl…” You shake your head but she waves you into silence again.

“Too late. I already bought your dress and it’s sitting in your room as we speak. Try it on when you get home and ask him for an opinion. Thank me later.” She yells as leaves you by your next class.

Why do you hang out with her again?

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so i was helping out at the USATF Distance Classic a few days ago (it’s held at my college) and afterwards, i asked matt centrowitz to take a photo with me and he was like, “let’s do a prom date pose one” so can we all take a moment to appreciate this because OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. I was internally screaming so much. This will prob be one of the best photos I ever take 

Dear Jughead Jones

Jughead x Reader

In which the reader writes a series of letters to her best friend over the course of their senior year in high school, but doesn’t know if she’ll ever send them.

Warnings: mentions of depression, swearing

Word Count: 1,060

A/N: You might have to think and fill in the lines with this one, I hope that’s okay. This one is very personal to me, written in another journal entry type format. (And this actually fits as a perfect part two to “A Journal of Thoughts” but they work separately on their own as well)


Dear Jughead Jones,

Emotions are fucked up.

I gave advice to Betty today, and it was to acknowledge how you’re feeling and to admit what you’re feeling to yourself in order to move on and learn from experience. Cause you see, she told me she broke up with you today.

I guess I should probably move on too.

Move on from the murder, move on from my past.

I was sad.

I was mad.

I was upset at anything and everything.

I was upset for a long time.

But then I found my way back… to you.

I found a best friend.

And now I’m happy.

I’m allowed to be happy.

And I need to admit that to myself.

Dear Jughead Jones,

I’ve been obsessed with the idea of love for a very long time. It’s always been there, this need to have a boyfriend or someone to crush on, because that’s all I knew growing up. From the 2nd grade to the 7th grade I had a crush on Archie Andrews. It was always there, no matter what.

Then he broke my heart. We had never even dated but just like that he ripped it out and shattered it into a million pieces.

I was lost… but I healed. I moved on.

But I was still obsessed with the idea of love.

Maybe I read too many books.

Maybe I watched too many movies.

Maybe I was too sheltered.

Or maybe I just wasn’t confident.

A lot has happened this past year and I think I’ve finally started accepting who I am.

I’ve become more confident in the things I do and I know I don’t need a man’s love to be happy.

My friends make my happy.

Singing makes me happy.

Writing makes me happy.

You make me happy.

I have all the love I could ever need right in front of me I don’t have to be crushing on someone all the time.

I have to just take life as it comes and stop worrying about boys so much, because it’s the second semester of senior year and goddamnit, I’m going to make the most out of it and enjoy it without any drama.

These are only my beginning chapters, I still have my whole life ahead of me, after all.

Dear Jughead Jones,

Why can’t my life be a contemporary love novel? Everyone always ends up happy.

I have to return to real life once I’ve finished reading.

It’s not fair.

Am I not likeable? Is that it?

Does it have to do with my appearance?

My personality? My interests?

I don’t get it.

I mean, I’m not dumb, so I’m not going to change myself for anyone, but I don’t understand why I’m so unappealing.

I’m not sure if anyone has ever liked me, except maybe Kevin, but he doesn’t even really count. Ugh.

I’m better off chasing fantasies of getting together with you.

Cute, funny, and unattainable. Just the way I like them, apparently.

Having fantasies of unattainable yet attainable guys helps me ignore my ever-present loneliness and single-ness.

I can’t live through books all the time.

Don’t judge me.

Dear Jughead Jones,

I think you’ve been ignoring me and I don’t know why.

You haven’t messaged me as much lately and I’m probably reading way too far into it but I’ve just been getting these weird vibes. I should probably ask you if you’re okay, especially after that poem you read in english today.

It was about depression and I couldn’t help but feel like I should say something.

Am I being too clingy?

The answer is probably yes.

I’ll just leave it alone for a few days.

I’m overthinking this, aren’t I?

Dear Jughead Jones,

Feelings are hard to explain. They’re complicated and confusing and no one really knows what causes them.

Feelings can change, or they can become stronger.

Ethyl complimented me on my confidence level yesterday, said she wished she was able to be as confident as I am and it made me realize how much I’ve grown as a person. If you met me two years ago I would not be the same person you see today.

She asked me how I did it and I couldn’t give her a straight answer. It just kind of happened. I’m still insecure in a lot of things, my body and my social skills and my past.

If someone is going to love me, though, they are going to love me for who I am, not someone I’m supposed to be.

Which brings me back to feelings.

Along with all of the song lyrics I have rattling around in my brain, there’s one thought that keeps popping into my mind:

Do I like you?

Dear Jughead Jones,

Why do I let people consume me?

Why do I let myself believe people care?

I don’t know if I’ll ever let myself believe that a boy could love me and only me.

I’m not sure it’s possible.

I have to learn to love myself first, I know, but that’s so hard when you feel alone.


Why am I so emotional all of the time?

Is there something wrong with me?

Why can’t I think logically without overthinking?

Why can’t I get over things quicker?

Why do I have an obsessive way of thinking?

Why can’t I stop thinking about you when you clearly don’t think about me nearly as much?

Why do I care?

God, I’m an idiot.

Dear Jughead,

You’re never going to see this. And if you do, well then fuck me, right?

We’re messaging right now over some dumb english project but there are some things I need to tell you, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the chance:

I want you to have all of the happiness you deserve.

I’m sorry I ever doubted you.

You’re an amazing writer… and kisser.

I regret not getting to know the real you sooner.

I regret not admitting my feelings sooner

I am very protective of you now, more than you could ever know.

You’re cute… all the time.

Like seriously stop being cute.

You look hot when you dress up.

You make me happy.

Thank you for being someone I can trust, and for being there.

Thank you for taking me to senior prom.

Thank you for just… knowing.

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{Reaction} Monsta X Asking their Crush to Prom.

Could I please get a reactions of Monsta X asking some one to prom?

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used

Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by kihqun

Minhyuk couldn’t contain his grin as he sat opposite you in the restaurant. He was often giddy like this when he’s with you - he’d liked you for so long after all, but with a mix of adrenaline, he was a little fidgety, and he couldn’t sit still. He looked at you as you began to smile too, shaking your head as he started making little origami shapes out of the napkins. He was so tempted to just ask you, but no, he had to wait for the right moment. The food arrived, the both of you had chosen pizza. When the waiter left, he finally composed himself, looking at you with that glinting mischievous eye.

Minhyuk: “I know it’s cheesy…” *looks down at the pizza, then back at you.* “But I want nothing than to turn my best friend into my date to prom.” what a meme jeez

Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by kihqun

Kihyun would be the most nervous to ask you to prom. He’d be really unsure on the right way to go about it but still anxious that each day he doesn’t ask you someone else might. He spilled his insecurities to Changkyun, the youngest of his friends on campus as they both trekked to the library to get some last minute homework done when he saw you alone at your locker, pulling out some books. He thought about asking you, hesitated, then carried on walking towards the library with a red face. But it wasn’t over, and his heart dropped when Changkyun asked you for him.

Changkyun: “{y/n}, Kihyun wants to go to prom with you, will you go with him?”

Kihyun: *muttering under his breath* “I’m going to kill that brat-”

Shin Hoseok/ Wonho

Originally posted by ew-wonho

Hoseok would be nervous about asking you, but he wouldn’t let it stop him at all. In fact, despite his nerves, he would be pretty confident about it and would be understanding if you wanted to go with him or not. He wouldn’t want to go all out and make a big scene of asking you out, but he would want to make it special since the two of you have been friends for a while. He decided on asking you out to coffee, and over the table he took your hand smiling at you with hope glinting in his eyes.

Wonho: “Will you go to prom with me?”

Son Hyunwoo/ Shownu

Originally posted by wonhontology

Since Shownu works out a lot, he decided that he would ask you out to prom in the most unusual way. He downloaded a tracker on his phone that tracked his running and where he’d been and ran. His route was tracked. He ran five miles to spell out ‘prom?’ It was all set and ready, all he needed to go was tell you. He started off in light conversation, talking about how he’d been taking his running more seriously recently than just going to the gym. He told you about how he’d trakced his route and then told you he’d show you.

Shownu: “I ran five miles… look.” *shows you*

Lim Changkyun/ I.M

Originally posted by jookyun

Changkyun had been so worked up about asking you out to prom. He’d helped Kihyun ask out his partner, he’d heard Wonho boast about his tactic and had frowned as he decided nothing he could do would top Shownu. Then he remembered his talent. Songwriting. He thought about everything you are, and what you are to him, then put it down in rhythms and beats on a page. His rap was perfect, but his confidence? Not so much. He needed to perform it to you, but his heart was racing each time he thought about it. He took you to his house, swallowed his pride and rapped like it was the only thing that mattered.

Changkyun: “- my love for you will never be gone, please {y/n}, let me take you to prom” *looks at you as he finishes the rap.*

Chae Hyungwon

Originally posted by faidream

Hyungwon would be the most in denial about all of this. He would think to himself how stupid the whole event is because, well, he needs to blame someone for his shyness. He wouldn't’ know what to do or say, he didn’t have any idea on how he could be creative in asking you out and quite frankly, he didn’t want to make a big scene. But that was until he saw someone else trying to ask you. He bit his lip, feeling a wash of relief as you declined their offer but thanking them all the same. His heart picked up as to told them the reason why you couldn’t go with them.

{y/n}: “-you see, I like someone. Actually, he’s not just someone; it’s Hyungwon, and he’s amazing. I’m going to ask him. That’s why I can’t go with you, I’m sorry.”

Lee Jooheon

Originally posted by jookyun

Jooheon is a romantic kind of guy, but he wouldn’t see what the big fuss is about asking someone and going all out and spending loads of money. So, he decided to go the old fashioned route. He bought you a sweet set of flowers - your favorites, and took them to your front door (praying to any god that your parents wouldn’t answer). When you opened the door, he presented them to you and smiled.

Jooheon: “{y/n}, will you go to prom with me?”

okay, so here i am: most of a bottle of wine, 2.5 bowls, and entire pint of ice cream down, watching 10 things i hate about you, because it’s the ultimate sadness reprieve movie and my beautiful future wife lady m is on a flight out east AND

  1. where is the 10 things i hate about you/she’s all that/90s romcom fic of my dreams where yuuri katsuki gets the makeover on a dare but victor nikiforov has literally been in love with yuuri katsuki since they were both six and yuuri katsuki ate glue
  2. 10 things i hate about you is actually a drama because it reminds you of how bitchin’ 1998 was, even in tacoma fucking washington, and you just miss!!! the late nineties!!! so much!!!
  3. okay but really in high school au it’s more like victor running around like, “someone bet me money to ask yuuri katsuki out???” and everyone is like, “you’re already dating him, dipwipe,” and he’s like, “PLEASE, DARE ME. SOMEONE PAY ME $50 IF I TAKE YUURI KATSUKI TO PROM AND HE WINS PROM KING,” even though literally everyone was already going to vote for him for prom king anyway, stop rubbing this shit in our face, victor??
Hoe tip: Preparing for prom (or any important event)

So it’s May right now, and that means that it’s officially prom and wedding season! My prom is about a month away, and that’s what inspired me to make this post. I’m going to outline everything that you may want to do to prepare for your prom from about a month out. Enjoy!

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themxchanic  asked:

{So there's this story that happened where this girl goes on a date with her boyfriend to a baseball game. The kiss cam pans over them and the girl gets really excited but the boyfriend is too preoccupied with his phone. So she kisses the guy next to him instead. I had an idea with one of my partners where Tony is the girl, Ty (or whoever) is the douche boyfriend, and Bucky is the guy sitting next to her. They of course exchange numbers in the end.}

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang 

God, baseball was sooo boring. 

Only in baseball was it impossible for more than one team to score. They took fucking turns like it was pre-school and they were in line to use the teeter totters. The closest thing Tony’d ever seen to excitement at a baseball game was the time Howard took him and drank so much cheap beer that he ended up puking in a trash can on the way out of the stadium. That had almost been worth the sprained wrist when Howard shoved him out of the way. Almost. 

The worst part of it was, Ty didn’t even like it. Not really. Or, if he did, maybe he’d be paying more attention to the game than to his fucking phone. 

Tony had already gotten up three times; once to get himself a beer and a hotdog (and he’d probably regret that hotdog later), once to use the bathroom, and once because the giant jumbo trons had advertised deep fried oreos, and Tony had to try one. He was definitely going to regret that. Good, though. 

Ty hadn’t looked away from his phone the whole goddamn game. Really, the score could be five hundred to seven and Ty would say “that’s nice” or “uh-huh” without looking up. What the hell was so goddamn interesting over there? 

Tony knew better than to try to look, though. Ty did not like what he considered an invasion of his privacy. 

The guy on the other side was kinda cute, though, so Tony turned away and watched that guy watching the game. 

Brunette, with a ragged haircut, half of his hair pulled back in a half-ponytail, he wore a red henley shirt and a brown jacket. He had a baseball cap with the team logo on it, but it fell off his head almost every time he stood up to yell and scream, and since the man was constantly jumping to his feet, the hat was on the ground more often than it was on his head. He jumped up to yell about strikes, about good pitches, about runs, about stolen bases. 

When a batter made a lousy ground ball, the man surged to his feet again and yelled, “Go, Babushka power!” 

Tony couldn’t help it, he cracked up. “Go go grandmothers!” 

The guy turned around and grinned. “You speak Russian?” 

Tony wiggled his hand, comme ci, comme ça. “Understand it better than I can speak it. My tutor claims my accent stinks on ice.” 

“A common complaint of tutors,” the man responded. He paused, leaned forward in his chair. “Go on, you little shit, steal that base, I fuckin’ dare you.” 

“You’re awfully invested,” Tony observed. 

“Got a hot hundred riding on the outcome of the game,” the guy said. “And Baltimore sucks.” 

“If you say so,” Tony said. He flicked his eyes to the scoreboard; he really hadn’t been paying attention to the game. Orioles were up a run and they were still at bat. “Looks like they might not suck as hard as you think.” 

Tony was studied the board, doing statistical analysis in his head. If current trends could predict future outcome, he was going to give Baltimore a 72.952% chance of winning the game, probably by two runs. He did not share this information with his neighbor. That just seemed rude. 

The inning ended without the Orioles scoring another run, so that was encouraging. Tony readjusted his prediction. He thought about sharing his thoughts with Ty, but another glance at his boyfriend showed that would be a bad plan. Ty was now scowling at his phone, as if something had upset him. Tony knew better than to interrupt him now. He leaned toward his neighbor again. “You think they’ve got an upset in the making?” 

“They’re warming up the bullpen,” the man said, jerking his chin toward the Yankee bullpen. “New pitcher’ll shake things up.” 

Tony squinted. “Do you know who it is?” That could definitely change his predictions. He pulled out his program and flipped to the roster. 

“Do you care?” the man asked, friendly, not hostile. “You haven’t been paying attention til just now.” 

“It’s more interesting when someone else is interested,” Tony said. “I’m Tony, by the way.” 

“Bucky,” the man said, then rattled off the new pitcher’s name and jersey number. He leaned over Tony’s arm and tapped the program. 

Tony scrolled down. 

“Oh, hey,” Bucky said, nudging him. “You’re on the kiss-cam.” 


Tony looked up. The camera, with little hearts and lip-prints in a frame, was centered on Bucky and him. Huh. Well, maybe they looked like a couple, huddled over the program like they’d been. Sigh. He turned and tapped Ty on the shoulder. 


Ty swatted at his hand and the whole crowd made a disapproving noise. “Not now, Tone.” 

“Ty,” Tony tried again. Ty would be so pissed if – 

“I said, knock it off,” Ty said, turning around and poking his phone. 

Mu'dak,” Bucky muttered under his breath. Asshole. Tony didn’t exactly disagree. He’d been dating Tiberius Stone for almost three months, but he was starting to get the feeling that it wouldn’t be going on much longer. If he wasn’t wrong, Ty was probably texting with his side-boy anyway. Tony kept trying to ignore that (first of all, that he knew about it and Ty kept acting like Tony didn’t, because Ty had very little respect for Tony’s intelligence, which was just annoying, and secondly, because it was insulting. Tony was very good sex and a very attentive boyfriend and it was painful to be ignored and neglected.) 

Tony sighed and settled back in his chair, but the kiss-cam didn’t move. Oh, for fuck’s sake. 

“Hey, I’ll kiss you, if he won’t,” Bucky offered, then blushed absolutely, gloriously red at his own gumption. 

Tony blinked, then leaned over, his mouth already puckering. 

Tony had meant it to be a joke kiss, a quick smack on the mouth, enough to get the camera to go bother someone else. Stick it to Ty, maybe, for ignoring Tony all night. 

But when Bucky’s mouth touched his, Tony’s intentions went up in flames. Just like the rest of him. Tony found himself with his hands in Bucky’s hair, the man’s tongue sliding over his lip. The feel of his mouth was electric, shockingly erotic. His jeans got a little tighter than was truly comfortable and he was half a second from climbing into the man’s lap when someone grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked, nearly choking him. 


“Hey, let go of ‘im,” Bucky said, standing up. “You’re hurting him.” 

“He’s –” Ty gestured like he couldn’t believe the utter gall. “Kissing someone else, right in front of me!” 

“You had your chance,” Bucky snapped. “If you paid more attention to your man rather than you’re fuckin’ phone –” 

“Boys, boys,” Tony hissed, putting his hands up to separate them. “It’s sweet that you both want to take me to prom, but can I point out that we’re on the goddamn camera?” Still. What the hell, had someone fallen asleep up there? Jesus Christ. 

“You know what?” Ty said, brushing off his shirt. “You keep him. He’s boring. And worthless. And he gives terrible blowjobs.” 

Tony gaped at him. “That –” 

“Face it, Tony, you suck worse than the Cubs.” 

Tony didn’t know enough about baseball to really understand that, but the way Bucky sucked air, Tony was willing to believe he’d just been burned. “That’s a lie.” He turned to Bucky and repeated, very seriously, “That is a lie.” 

“I’m outta here,” Ty said. He turned and strode off, all indignant fury. 

“Don’t forget your phone,” Bucky mocked. 

Tony slowly sank into the seat. What the hell had just happened? 

“You do not need that kind of asshole in your life,” Bucky said, a little tentative. “But… um, sorry for ruining your date?” 

“Nah,” Tony said. “I think it was already ruined. I just…” 

“Make it up to you?” Bucky offered. 

Tony slanted a glance at the man. “How?” 

“Dinner? Dancing? You don’t seem t’ like baseball much, so, you know, another game is probably out.” 

Tony looked over at the Jumbo Tron again. “I dunno, I could get used to it.” He might grow to have fond memories of that kiss-cam. “Sure. A date, then.” 

Bucky grinned. “I’ll try not to strike out.” 

Oh, god. Puns… Tony was in love already. “Maybe, if you’re really good, I’ll let you get to second base.” 

“I got a pretty good line coach,” Bucky said. “He might help me steal third.” 

Tony rolled his eyes. “I call foul. That was terrible. Really, really terrible.” 

But when Bucky did steal a kiss, after walking Tony out to the train, Tony thought third base wasn’t entirely out of reach. 

After the first date. 


Hi @taylorswift​ yesterday was an incredible day!! My mom was finally able to take me to look at Prom dresses for my 25th Birthday Party!! I know she enjoyed it so much because she never got to go prom dress shopping with me in high school. The smile on her face as I was trying on the dresses, I almost wanted to cry because she just wants me to be happy and have the best!! I love her so much!! I tried on so many but I kept coming back to this dress and I decided this is the one!!! I felt so beautiful and happy in it!! As I was wearing the dress, I thought to myself “I think Taylor would wear something like this!” It is the dress I would have probably worn to prom if I could have gone. Now I get to wear it at my birthday prom!! I can’t wait!! @taylorswift I hope you will be able to make it to my Birthday Prom on Sat, June 24th 2017 @ 7pm!!! I know my mom would be so happy knowing her little girl had one of her biggest dreams to come true!!! It’s going to be the prom I have always dreamed of, where I feel confident in how I look and stronger than I have ever been!! You helped me become who I am today with your encouraging words and loving actions!! I would love to be able to dance the night away with you in my beautiful dress at my party!!! Thank you for all you have done and I hope I will be able to thank you in person soon!! I will never let that dream go because I know one day it could be possible!!! That day will be a great day!!! Love you Tay :)

Btw Taylor this dress has pockets!! I think you would appreciate that extra awesomeness to the dress ;)

~ Suzy W 

Prompts to start your Bughead juices flowing

((Never gonna say Bughead juiced again, I promise))

• “I can’t be who you need me to be”
• “Sex on the beach? Really?”
• “I’ll fight for you”
• “Stop fighting fate”
• “Don’t say kitchen and sex ever again”
• “I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes”
• “No one can break my heart like you”
• “What do you mean we can name our kid Souphead?”
• “I’m moving”
• “Who knew construction workers could be this attractive”
• “I’ll be your serpent slut”
• “This is my last resort”
• “I love you and that’s what scares me”
• “I thought it was obvious I was taking you to prom”
• “Get that leather death trap off”
• “Yknow, the beanie is kinda hot”
• “I wanted to name him Burger but Hot Dog was good enough”
• “Shut it Virgin Mary you don’t know what sex even looks like”
• “I’m starting to crave this more than burgers and milkshakes combined”

These are only a few but yknow feel free to use them. I’ll probably start using a few as I’m gonna be uploading fixes soon!

anonymous asked:

Hahahahaha prom with john even tho u broke up! Repeat last yrrrrr

ICONIC take ur ex bf to prom CLASSIC move from me