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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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 


Part Eight

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“Come on, be serious for a picture Shawn.” Karen complains. 

Y/n and Shawn just laugh but do as they’re told and become serious.

She has her left hand rested on Shawn’s chest, his left hand rested on her hip, arm around her back. They both look up at the camera and smile. 

“I can’t believe that it’s actually prom.” Y/m/n says as she takes pictures of Y/n and Shawn. 

“I’m surprised Shawn didn’t screw this dance up.” Aaliyah mumbles. 

Y/n feels Shawn tense and pull her a little closer. Like he’s trying to reassure himself that shes there with him. He’s taking her this time, not another girl. 

“It’s about time he got it right.” Manny says walking up behind the Mothers taking pictures. 

Shawn clenches his jaw and Y/n looks up at him, knowing that this conversation is making him upset. She moves her hand up to his cheek and he looks at her.

“It’s okay.” She whispers to him and he doesn’t respond.

“I was worried for a second, we might have a repeat of the middle school dance.” Aaliyah says looking at Manny. 

“Yeah when she showed up, I worried too.” Manny responds.

This time Y/n’s the one that tenses up. 

Lauren was here?

“Can you drop it?” Shawn snaps. His sister and father looking over, finally picking up on his attitude. 

“You guys should get going before you’re late.” Y/m/n says setting her camera down. 

“Can I have a second?” You ask, walking away before you get an answer.

“Fuck.” Shawn sighs.

“Excuse me?” Karen warns her son. 

“Thanks for that.” He glares at his sister. 

“What did I do?” She asks.

“You had to bring up Lauren?” 

“Sorry, I was just making a joke.”

“Well it was a shitty joke.” He sneered starting to go after his girlfriend.

“Shawn.” Karen says becoming angry. It was disrespectful to speak that way to his sister, or at all. 

“Not now Mum.” He waves her off.

“Don’t you dare wave me off, come back here.” She raises her voice.

“Let him go.” Manny says intervening.

“No he,” She starts.

“Karen, he’s going after Y/n, she’s upset.” Manny says quietly.

Shawn ignores his parents as he follows Y/n up to her bedroom. She’s pacing around her room, head in her hands. 


“What was she doing?” She blurts.


“Don’t play with me Shawn. What was Lauren doing at your house? Is there something that I need to know?”

“No, no. She came over, trying to tell me about how we should be together and that she wanted me to take her to prom. I told her to leave, and that I was happily taken.” 

“Shawn,” She starts taking a seat. 

“Stop, please.” Shawn says kneeling in front of her, taking her hands in his own. “Please believe me. I didn’t know she was coming over. She started talking before I could tell her to leave, when she did let me speak those were the first words out of my mouth. I promise you, please.” He was becoming desperate.

“What did Aaliyah mean then? She made it sound like you were excising the idea.”

“No never. Never, I screwed up a dance with you once before. Never will I do that again. I’m yours, all yours.” 

“Are you sure, because I see her talking with you in the halls and at lunch.” 

“Stop, please please.” He says holding her hands tighter. “We are friends with the same people, she’s just there. I don’t ever even look at her, let alone talk to her. She tries to talk to me but I ignore her. I promise you, you are the only one I want. Y/n you know that.”


“I love you.” He says cutting her off. “I love you, Y/n. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“There is nothing going on, Aaliyah was just trying to make some shitty joke. She’s got awful humor.”

“Yeah, that was a bad joke.” She laughs. 

“Are we okay?”

“We’re fine.” She smiles at him. 

“Can I go dance with you now? Because I can’t wait to get you on the dance floor.” He smiles at her. She laughs and stands up, taking his hand. They both walk down the stairs going straight for his car, not wanting to talk to anyone but each other. 


“That was so much fun.” Y/n exclaims as they exit the school, prom ending. 

“You look amazing.” Shawn says staring at her.

“Shawn you’ve told me that like a thousand times tonight.” She giggles.

“I know, but it’s the truth. I’m so lucky.” He says, lightly pushing her up against the door of his Jeep.

“Stop.” She laughs, blushing. He leans down and kisses her, deeply.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

“I don’t want to take you home yet.”

“Then don’t.” She dares him. 

“Wanna go to the park?” He asks smirking. 

“Always.” She smiles at him. 

They both jump into the jeep, giggling as they run off to the old stomping grounds. 

“Come here.” He says taking her hand and running to the field of flowers. He picks a single daisy and tucks it into her ear. “Beautiful” He whispers.

“Wait stop right there.” She says, she quickly fishes out her phone from her clutch and takes a picture of him in the moonlight. “You look so good like that babe.” She smiles as she shows him the picture. He just shrugs and kisses her cheek. 

“I have to tell you something.” He says pulling her close, swaying to some tune that’s in his head. 

“Ok, is it bad?” She asks looking up at him worried. He doesn’t meet her gaze. “Shawn, you’re worrying me.” 

“So I’m not going to college.” He blurts.

“What?” She asks in shock. 

“Um I’m uh” He doesn’t know how to say it.

“You’re what Shawn?”

“I’m going on tour.” He says softly.


“I’ve signed with a record company, I’m leaving to go to LA in a few weeks to go write an EP and then I’m supposed to go on tour.” He says as she takes a step away from him.

“Are you joking with me?” She asks. He shakes his head and stares at her. “SHAWN!” She jumps up and hugs him. He catches her and spins her around. “That’s amazing, you have always dreamed of singing! This is so exciting!” 

“You aren’t mad?”

“What? Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, because I’m leaving and won’t be able to see you.” 

“Awe Shawn no, I’m so excited for you. We can work out of the details of a long distance relationship later! Let’s just celebrate that you got signed!” She’s bursting with joy for him. So proud of him. 

So for the rest of the night they stay in their field and hold each other, enjoying the time they have together.

Perfect(ly screwed up) || D.H.

A/N: Okay.. I don’t even know what this is but dan and his old emo hair are a part of it. There will be a part two next Friday!

Word Count: 1.3K

POV: Dan(ny boy)


Originally posted by shinyphan

‘Boring’ I thought to myself and had a hard time supressing a yawn.

‘Mundane’ I added in my head. Even trying to find as many synonyms for the word boring as possible was more exciting than this.

‘Lifeless’ That was it, the perfect word to describe this evening.

My rich, wanna be perfect parents were throwing their annual summer party. Although mum and dad could be a little bit up tight sometimes they were by far not the worst thing about today.

No, my parents obviously invited all of their friends and those people were honestly the most stuck up snobs one could ever imagine. My mum’s friends were all wearing elegant dresses and expensive jewellery and they couldn’t stop gossiping and judging other people all evening. My dad’s friends spent their time comparing cars and talking about golf.

In the middle of that there was me. I was sitting at a table along with some other guest, wearing a black suit with a black tie. Although my mother tried to convince me not to straighten my hair I did it anyway.

It was obvious that I didn’t belong here.

“Mary, your son has a very interesting hairstyle.” I heard one of the infamous friends say and I had to roll my eyes.  

Interesting actually meant: ‘Your son’s hairstyle is hideous, Mary. Can’t you control this boy? He looks like one of those dirty teenagers that meets up at the graveyard.’

By now I regretted that I didn’t fake being sick.

My phone started to vibrate in the pocket of my trousers. I quickly took it out of it and looked at the message underneath the table. It was a life line, it was my rescue.

“Hi Dan, are you home?” it was my best friend Y/N. I smiled as I read the text and quickly replied.

“I am, summer party remember?”

She then replied with a couple of text messages in a row.

“Oh shit”

“I forgot about that”

“I’m so stupid”

I crinkled my nose as I stared down at my phone. What was she talking about? I started to get worried and immediately answered.

“Stupid? You are the cleverest person I know! What are you talking about?”

It took a while until my phone lit up again. In the meantime, I just stared at the black screen for a bit because it was more interesting than any conversation I could be having with the people here.

I then examined the scenery in front of my eyes. Our annual summer party was always held outside, in our garden. It was a warm summer evening, the grass was perfectly mowed and the guests were drinking wine and champagne. Our huge pool was just there so we could look at it. Nobody had the intention to swim in it.  My mum was obsessed with fairy lights so she had wrapped some around every tree we owned.

It looked absolutely fancy, posh but beautiful. If only the company weren’t that awful.

I was still impatiently waiting for Y/N to reply as somebody suddenly said my name and snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Hi, Daniel.” Katrina, the daughter of my mother’s best friend greeted me flirtatiously.

She sat down next to me and smiled. Wow that smile looked fake

“Are you enjoying yourself? I always love your summer parties.” Katrina said totally exaggerating, and tried to start a conversation with me.  

We were the same age and we’ve known each other for quite some time now, but I could never really stand her.

“Our mothers were just talking about how you should definitely take me to prom next month.” She explained to me. I choked on my cold beverage as I heard her words.

“Really?” I blurted out, completely startled. I started to sweat out of discomfort, Katrina was getting so close to me that our thighs were touching and I really didn’t like that.

“I think that they are right, I should totally only go with somebody my league. And so should you.”

Was she talking about looks or money and status now?  

“I’m sorry, but I already have a date.” I quickly lied in order to save my life.

“Who are you taking?” She demanded to know. It was obvious that she was absolutely bitter.

‘Fuck’ I internally screamed, but to my surprise a name left my mouth without having to think about it.

“Y/N” I told Katrina. “I’m taking Y/N”

Oh how I wish that were true. Y/N and I were just really close friends, but she was so perfect that it was impossible not to fall for her. She was not only stunning, she was also funny, clever, rebellious and everything else one could wish for. Therefore, it wasn’t really surprising that she was dating a guy that looked like he was taken out of an Abercrombie & Fitch commercial.

I was just the lovesick friend who didn’t have a chance. 

Katrina gasped and faked disgust as I mentioned her.

“Why would you-“ She started but I interrupted her as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket again.

“Sorry, but that’s her.” I told her, stood up from the table and left her there alone.

I went somewhere quiet to read her text message.

“I forgot about the party and I’m kinda on the way to your house. I’m just gonna drive home again.”  

I furrowed my eyebrows together. Why was she on the way here?

“No, no, I hate it here anyway. I could need your support.” I quickly typed. She was acting weird today. Maybe there was something up with her?

I didn’t get a reply for at least 15 minutes but then I saw her red beat-up truck in our driveway. It was a weird sight, seeing her pick-up with all of its rusts and bumps next to the polished sports cars and old timers that belonged to our guests.

I headed to the drive way to meet her there. She was just getting out of her car and smashed the door behind her shut as I was getting closer. She hadn’t noticed me yet. I didn’t see her face at first but as she finally looked my way, her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear stained.

“What happened?” I wanted to know and eagerly rushed to her side to hug her.

She immediately wrapped her arms tightly around my torso and started sobbing against my chest.

I rested my chin on top of her head and took in her scent. I loved how her hair always smelled of vanilla.  

I softly ran my fingers through her soft hair in order to calm her down, but she didn’t stop crying. Her shoulders were shaking and she clung onto my body as if she was scared to let me go.

“I’m ruining your expensive suit” she apologized and tried to wipe away the wet tear stains she had left on my jacket.

“C’mon that really doesn’t matter right now, Y/N. It doesn’t fit me well anyway.”

“I think you look nice in it, mister fancypants.” She giggled although she was still crying.

I couldn’t help but smile down at her softly. Our eyes met and it hurt me to see that hers were filled with sadness. They were so puffy and red, it seemed like she had been crying for more than an hour.

‘It hurt seeing her hurt.’ That was a line from a movie we watched together a while ago. I now knew exactly what the protagonist meant.

“Please tell me what’s wrong, Y/N.” I pleaded. She was sobbing against my chest again and only hugged me tighter.

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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Pinky Promise (Connor Murphy x Reader)

a/n; this is my first imagine so i’m really sorry if this sucks!! i’ll get better i promise you guys. also i know this is really out of connor’s character, it’s an imagine okay

warnings; just a little bit of swearing?? 

wc; almost 1.2k w hoops 

“How about this - if neither of us have a date, or a relationship before prom. We go with each other.” You smiled at Connor, slightly shivering at the cold gust of wind that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

He glanced at you, the moonlight shining against his pale skin. His skin looked as if it were made of porcelain, with his eyes sparkling a light blue. He smiled and nodded. “It’s a deal.”

You put your hand out for a pinky promise, moments later he intertwined his pinky with yours and you two lifted your hands to your lips and kissed them to seal the deal.


“So, prom!” A loud voice echoed from behind you. Your reflexes couldn’t help but freak out, so you hit the back of your head on the inside of your locker.


You took your head out of your locker and got up to see Jared standing next to you. You started to rub the back of your head to soothe the pain while talking to him.

“What the fuck was that for, Kleinman?”

He shot you a cocky smile. “Well, you’re going to prom, I’m going to prom. And who are we kidding? We obviously have a connection. So how about you and me go to prom together huh? You could get it on with the Jared Kleinman.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head at the boy. He was so full of himself!

“Um no. I would rather go alone than go with  you, sorry. Nice try though sweetie!” A smile crept up on your lips, and he couldn’t help but smirk whenever you called him ‘sweetie’.

He shrugged his shoulders and pushed his glasses up with his finger. “Oh well, that’s your loss! Don’t come crying to me when you don’t get laid!”

“That’s a bit hypocritical, seeing that’s exactly what you’ll do to me!” You shot back and shut your locker. You smiled at him then turned around to walk away to fourth period. You could feel his glare burning into the back of your head, but you didn’t care. That’s what he gets for being so cocky.


“Are you kidding me?! Jared asked you to prom?!” Connor laughed, taking a hit of his freshly lit blunt. You nodded and laughed, replaying the moment in your head. You looked at the boy and he slowly shook his head, staring at the wall.

Connor turned and looked at you, his head resting against the wall. His eyes were already a tiny bit bloodshot, making his blue eyes even look even bluer. Sweat formed on his forehead, which wasn’t an uncommon thing for him at all. He continued to stare without saying a word. He just gave you a cute half-smile.

“What’s up Con?” A giggle escaped your lips. He rolled his head to the other side of him, looking away from you.

“It’s nothing.” He groaned.

You pouted, knowing something was on his mind that he wasn’t telling you. “Come on! I thought we were best friends, you need to tell me things.”

“Well.. there is.. one thing.” He rolled his head back over at you, slightly raising his left eyebrow. He had a slight smirk on his face, which was honestly kind of hot. He properly sat up and grabbed your hand, his thumb repeatedly grazing over your hand. “How about… how about we go to prom together?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he serious?? No, there’s no way. You lifted your head off of the wall and looked at him with your mouth slightly open, not knowing how to respond. Thank God he filled the silence by continuing his question.

“And remember.. you promised.” The enthusiasm drained from his face and was replaced with a more serious look. You remembered the night perfectly. How you and Connor got bored at two in the morning and decided to climb a tree. How you sat there for hours and just enjoyed each other’s company. And most importantly - the promise you two had made.

“Connor. I’d love to go to prom with you.” You nodded. His face lit up brighter than the sun - he looked as happy as a kid on Christmas morning.

“rEALLY?!” A childlike squeal came from the almost fully-grown man. A genuine smile crept up on your lips, and you nodded.



Connor looked so handsome. His hair was down with a lock tucked behind his ear, his nails were freshly painted black, and he wore a fucking tux!!! His tie was tied.. differently.. but it made him look so unique and you were so happy to have gone with him.

You wore a stunning all-black outfit for Connor, which you spent hours and hours of shopping to find the perfect one. When he first saw you, his jaw almost dropped to the floor. You left him speechless! When he recollected himself, he softly mumbled 'I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.’

You two were there for a total of two songs before you realized that prom wasn’t your thing, as much as you wanted it to be. You wanted it to be the perfect night with Connor, but the loud music and gymnasium crowded full of people just wasn’t your forte.

“How about we blow this joint?” You heard Connor mumble in your ear before wrapping his arms around your waist. You have never agreed to anything faster in your life.

He took you by hand and you two walked to the park - the park that contained you and Connor’s tree. The one that you happily made your promise in, not regretting a single word. He wanted to climb it, and there’s no way you would decline an offer like that.

You two began to climb, then rested on the same exact branch you were on months and months ago.

“I’m sorry this night didn’t go out as planned.” He shook his head, wind softly blowing his hair back. You smiled and grabbed his hand.

“Connor, I’m with you. And that’s more than enough.” You blushed.

“Can I try something?” His head tilted to the side. You nodded. Before you could comprehend anything, his hand was cupping your face. He leaned in and softly kissed your lips. He tasted like mint gum with a hint of weed, which wasn’t a surprise. When he pulled away, you leaned in and kissed him for a second time. This time, you were the one to end it.

There were very little times where this boy was genuinely happy, but he had the biggest and truest smile on his face. He flicked his eyes from direct eye contact, to your lips, then back to your eyes.

“How about this,” he began, “if neither of us have a relationship by the last day of school, we dat each other.” Blush took over his whole entire face, which made him even cuter.

You glanced up at him, his skin still seeming like porcelain. “It’s a deal.”

He put his hand out and you intertwined your pinky with his. You two lifted your hands up to your lips to kiss them to seal the deal.

anonymous asked:

@batman will you take me to prom? You arrested my date for it the other day #onlyinGotham (thankfully lol I totes didn't know what i was getting into) - still i think that it's only fair that you take his place as my prom date. PLEASE. For my Honour! :D :D #BeAHero #bringabat-themedcorsage #idareyou