this is my friday night right now

My favorite lyrics from Divide
  • just my two cents
  • Eraser: I wish that love was a currency and the whole world was wealthy
  • Castle on the Hill: I had my first kiss on a Friday Night, I don't reckon I did it right // these people raised me and I can't wait to go home
  • Dive: Don't call me baby unless you mean it // I've been known to give my all and jumping in harder than ten thousand rocks on the lake
  • Shape of You: Your love was handmade for somebody like me
  • Perfect: Now I know I have met an angel in person and she looks perfect
  • Galway Girl: I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write about a galway girl and a perfect night // She took me inside to finish some doritos and another bottle of wine
  • Happier: But I guess you look happier, you do, my friends told me one day I'd feel it too
  • Hearts Don't Break Around Here: She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home
  • New man: Still lookin' at your instagram and I'll be creepin' a lil, I'll be tryin' not to double tap from way back cause I know that's where the trouble's at
  • What Do I Know: Just remember that life is more than fitting in your jeans, it's love, understanding, and positivity
  • How Would You Feel: In the summer, as the lilacs blew, blood flows deeper than a river every moment I spend with you
  • Supermarket Flowers: A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved // A life with love is a life that's been lived
  • Barcelona: We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
  • Bibia Be Ye Ye: I tell myself in every way I won't be doing this again and tomorrow's a brand new day
  • Nancy Mulligan: Never had I seen such beauty before the second I saw her, Nancy was my yellow rose
  • Save Myself: Before I save someone else, I've got to save myself
Your hands are Really Nice- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (requested) Reader is too shy to tell Jughead about her feelings, so Veonica and Betty take matters in to their own hands (mostly Veronica)

Warnings: Swears, fluff so much fluff I couldn’t even deAL

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Being in love with your best friend isn’t easy. It feels taboo, like it’s wrong, and unhealthy. You’ll lay awake at ungodly hours of the night, wondering “How did this happen?” You’ll replay every moment of every waking minute you spent with them, wondering how in the world you ended up lying on your floor with an empty bowl of ramen beside your head and imagining what it would feel like to kiss them. You’ll catch yourself admiring the tiniest insignificant things about them, and every detail of their stupidly cute face, and every indent and curve and freckle on their body, and let me tell you, it sucks. Falling in love with your best friend isn’t easy, especially when your best friend is Jughead Jones.


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Favourite Lyrics of each Divide Song
  • Eraser: The world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow
  • Castle On The Hill: Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon I did it right
  • Dive: I've been known to give my all and jumping in harder than 10,000 rocks on the lake
  • Shape Of You: Me and my friends at the table doing shots, drinking fast and then we talk slow
  • Perfect: She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home
  • Galway Girl: I swear I'm going to put you in a song that I write about a Galway girl and a perfect night
  • Happier: He said something to make you laugh, I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
  • New Man: Every year he goes to Malaga, with all the fellas, drinks beer, but has a six pack, I'm kind of jealous
  • Hearts Don't Break Around Here: She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home
  • what Do I Know?: You know we are made up of love and hate but both of them are balanced on a razor blade
  • How Would You Feel (Paean): I'm feeling younger, every time that I'm alone with you
  • Supermarket Flowers: Dad always told me don't you cry when you're down, but mum there's a tear every time that I blink
  • Barcelona: Well get up up on the dancefloor tonight, I've got two left feet and a bottle of red wine
  • Bibia Be Ye Ye: And in the pocket of my jeans are only coins and broken dreams, my heart is breaking at the seams and I'm coming apart now
  • Nancy Mulligan: From her snow white streak in her jet black hair, over sixty years I've been loving her.
  • Save Myself: I gave you all my energy and I took away your pain, cause human beings are destined to radiate or drain
My Friday Night
  • Other kids my age on a Friday night: Out with their friends, having a good time.
  • Me: Watching Bob Ross with my mom in bed.

Isak has a toothbrush in hand and a mouth full of paste when he cant take it anymore, “I think there’s something wrong with Sana.” 

He spits out the paste and feels a bit better. He’s no longer drowning in the information; in the lonely knowledge that Sana is spiraling. And Even would know what to do. He always does. 

There is a squeak from right behind him and the sound of the shower fades off into drips. Even pokes his head out of the glass and nods when Isak reaches over to hand him a towel.

“Something wrong?”

“Mmhmm. Like I asked her for biology help the other day and she just-” Isak wipes the rest of the white foam from his face, “She told me to understand that I was alone.”

“Du er ikke alene,” Even whispers, pressing a kiss to the back of Isak’s head as Isak frowns into the mirror. Even then promptly shakes his head like a dog and gets Isak all wet. Fuck him.

I know that. But I don’t think she does anymore.”

“Have you tried talking to Noora or Eva?”

Isak shrugs and at Even’s pointed look, shakes his head. “Do you think it’s about my face? She kept glaring at my eye.”

Even switches on the faucet and grabs his own toothbrush, “Maybe she doesn’t like seeing her friends hurt.”

Isak considers this as Even brushes his teeth. When Even is spitting out toothpaste and wiping his face, Isak comes to his decision. “I think it’s more than that. I also think we should invite her over for dinner.”

“Okay,” Even says easily enough, “How about Friday night?”

Isak nods, a tad distracted at the thought, “Yeah. You think she’ll say yes?”

“I think the only thing you can do right now is reach out. Like you do best.”

Isak grins and throws his arms over Even’s neck, practically purring in delight when Evens’ lock around his waist, “Is that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Even leans down and brushes against Isak’s lips. 

“Awesome,” Isak disentangles them and heads for the bedroom, pulling Even along by fingers bunched up in a white sleep shirt. “And I’ll kindly ask that she leaves her brother at home.”

First story I write 😯

It was Friday night, about three o'clock. My sister Deanne had come home a minute ago, blind drunk again, as she often did lately. Right now, she was stumbling up the stairs in a fruitless attempt to make as little noise as possible to avoid waking up our parents. Of course, she didn’t need to worry about that, I doubt even a cannon blast would wake them. Not with his loud snoring and her earplugs. However, it did wake me.

In a few more moments Deanne would stumble into my room, she always did. My cock was already swelling in anticipation.

“Hi shexy” she slurred as she staggered through the door and steadied herself with both hands on my bed. I could smell beer on her breath, then taste it as she kissed me.
“I’m sho wet for you” she giggled and drew a slippery finger over my lips, “Here”.
The distinct aroma of aroused pussy entered my nose and I tasted the sweet tartness of her female nectar.

I could now see my sister’s naked pussy, neatly shaven and highly excited, below the hem of her little black dress. Deanne had already discarded her underwear, eager as she was for another drunk fuck with her brother. I made a mental note to look for it later, lest mom would find it somewhere and might start asking questions. My worrying was cut short, as seconds later the little dress fell on the floor and my sister was completely nude.

I knew what she wanted was wrong, but it was near impossible to resist my sister’s drunk advances, especially when she was crawling naked into my bed. I’m only human and Deanne was not just sweet, smart and funny, but unbelievably gorgeous as well. To top all that, she was a passionate lover and much better in bed than any of my girlfriends had ever been.
With every time we fucked, I regretted more that this perfect girl had to be my sister. If only she was another girl, any other girl. A girl I could take home and introduce to my parents as my girlfriend. A girl I could kiss in public and fuck while she was sober.

Not that I am complaining, mind you, and if there was any doubt in my mind, it quickly melted as she pulled down my underwear and closed her hand around my cock.
“It’s sho big” she cooed, gently jacking me off. “Ish it becaushe of me?”
Of course it was, but I wasn’t going to admit that to my drunk sister,
“Just suck it Deanne” I grunted.
She smiled at me and lowered her mouth over my cock.

A second later, her ruby red lips touched my pubes and a gagging sound confirmed that my cock was now deep in her throat. She continued to expertly suck my cock and fondle my balls for a wonderful couple of minutes. It wasn’t long before I felt the first signs of an imminent orgasm. I closed my eyes and tried to suppress the urge to cum, and enjoy my sister’s talented mouth as long as possible. Much too soon, I had to acknowledge the fact that it was impossible to hold off the inevitable any longer.

“I’m gonna cum!” I grunted to warn my sister I was about to flood her mouth.
I was surprised by her alertness, especially given her state of inebriation. Deanne spat out my cock at once and firmly squeezed its base of to prevent me from ejaculating all over her delicate face.
Once she was assured I wasn’t going to blow my load, she grabbed my cock again and swung her leg over my waist. She then guided my cock between her silky lips and sat down. Deanne’s pussy was incredibly wet and my cock smoothly penetrated her tight opening. My sister’s pussy swallowed my shaft until her labia kissed the fingers that still held my cock upright. Then she lifted her body again, high enough for me to slip out. Even in the dim moonlight I could see the creamy juice on my shaft, right up to the point where her fingers were.

Deanne stroked my slippery cock a few times, spreading her wetness along my shaft and mixing my precum with her own copious secretions. She rubbed the tip over her clit and ran it between the dainty lips, teasing me by letting the tip graze the entrance to her vagina and then raise her hips when I wanted to push in. Then she finally let the tip slip back into her hole, took her hand off my cock and dropped her ass all the way down. In one quick move she had taken every inch of me inside her smoldering wetness. She leaned slightly forward and placed her hands on my chest, then arched her back and began to sensually rock her hips. I could feel the little bump of her cervix rub against my glans and heard soft squishy noises from her pussy as she ground her swollen clit against my pubic bone.

While I couldn’t see much of her pussy as she was leaning forward, I had a great view of her firm breasts. I could just lay back and look at my sister’s bouncing breasts for hours. They were just the right size, still perky, yet perfectly round and full, and tipped with pink, rubbery nipples that were always hard and just begged to be fondled and kissed. I craned my neck to bring my mouth to the pink nubs when I suddenly became aware of my sister’s scent. She smelled great, a perfect blend of perfume, arousal and a touch of perspiration. I inhaled again, feeling almost light-headed.

She moaned softly and shut her eyes as I closed my lips around her nipple and gave it a little suck. She froze for a second and I felt a series of contractions race up and down her pussy. It was only a tiny orgasm, just prelude of what was to come later. Hungry for more, Deanne stopped rocking her hips and got on her knees. Then she took her hand from my chest and placed it behind her for support as she leaned back. Plunging her hips up and down, she began to fuck me with long, rapid strokes, effectively jacking me off with her pussy. The view of her jiggling breasts was replaced by an even more arousing sight of her hairless pussy and her moist pink labia swallowing my cock every time she plunged down.

As she rode my penis like a cowgirl, the fingers of her free hand worked frantically on her pussy, rubbing in little circles around her clit to coax as much pleasure from the little pink nub as possible. It never took much time for her to cum, and tonight was no exception. After only a minute or two, she lunged forward again and mashed her clit against my body as she fucked me with erratic, forceful jerks and thrusts. The first full-blown orgasm hit her hard and wracked her lithe athletic body. I could feel her pussy try to suck the sperm from my balls as she came, shaking and wailing like a banshee.
While I knew it was almost impossible to wake our parents, she was so loud, I began to worry about our neighbors. I pulled Deanne close to me and rolled her onto her back, pressing my lips against hers to muffle her screams while I furiously pumped my cock into her quivering body. Within a minute, her first orgasm was followed by a second, equally powerful orgasm.

I was close to cumming as well when Deanne climaxed again, and I kept thrusting into her as hard as I could. I was only seconds from exploding inside her when she froze and held her body tightly against mine. Her hands clawed at my back and her strong legs locked around my waist. I wasn’t able to move at all, locked in her grip as her muscles contracted uncontrollably for the duration of her orgasm.
Her churning pussy sucked and squeezed my cock as she kept cumming a really long time, moaning and panting into my open mouth. Then, as rigid as her body was before, she collapsed from pure pleasure overload. For a moment I was afraid she’d pass out before I had cum, but soon she stirred again. With her mouth back on mine, she kissed me while she slowly regained control of her senses.
“That was nice,” she smiled. “You’re a good brother”

Without letting my cock slip even an inch from its snug little hole, she rolled me on my back again and sat up again.
“Your turn” she said and began to bounce her ass up and down. The orgasm I was denied twice earlier was still close, but this time I wasn’t going to warn my sister. I just grabbed her ass and pulled her down even more forcefully while thrusting up at the same time, fucking her as deep as possible until I couldn’t postpone it any longer and flooded her pussy with a hot torrent of potent, incestuous cum.

Deanne kept rubbing her clit as I pumped an enormous load inside her, and just as I squeezed the last drops from my balls, she came again, shaking and panting. After another massive orgasm, she slumped forward, looking like she would pass out. I could feel my sister’s hot breath panting in my ear as she lay on top of me, shivering and convulsing for over a minute before she pulled herself up again.

“God, that was the best, ever!” she grinned and kissed me tenderly.
My hands wandered over her back and her firm, round ass, stroking her soft, sweaty skin as we kissed. Again I was sorry this minx was my own sister, but I was maybe equally sorry that she wouldn’t remember a thing tomorrow.
“It’s shtill hard” she said after a while, suddenly slurring again.

It was no surprise I was still erect, her pussy had been squeezing and sucking my cock throughout her lengthy orgasm and the snuggling afterward. As a matter of fact, I was almost ready for a second round. That was, if my sister was up for it too. To my delight, she was.

She dismounted my hips and got on her hands and knees with her ass up.
“Fuck mee from behind bruv, do me doggy shtyle”

I could hardly believe my luck; doggy style was also my favorite position, and fucking my sister this way was something I had dreamed of ever since she first crawled into my bed many Friday nights ago.
Years of yoga, aerobics and track running had given her an ass that was truly out of this world; firm, round and shaped like a beautiful inverted heart that flowed into a slim waist that was perfect for holding on to with both hands. To complement this wonderful work of nature were two little dimples at the base of her spine, something I found extremely sexy.
Right now, this gorgeous ass was pushed up high in the air, ready to be taken.

I don’t think my cock had ever been harder than when I got into position behind her. Deanne looked truly scrumptious. I grabbed her ass with both hand and pulled the silky globes apart. A thick, frothy glob of semen oozed from my sister’s rosy pussylips. I watched the creamy glob increase in size until it lost its battle with gravity and dribbled down her clit and onto the mattress where it pooled in a slimy puddle between her knees.

I aimed my cock at the gooey pink gash and thrust my hips forward, parting Deanne’s lips and slamming my cock deep in her pussy. In this position she was even tighter than before and I was also able to reach deeper as well, making her groan as I stretched her tissues with my cock. Of course her pussy was quite sloppy this second round, and I was glad for it. The reduced friction aided a lot in increasing my stamina and I fucked her savagely for a delightfully long time. Loud slapping sounds reverberated in my room as I slammed my hips against my sister’s ass, pressing her face deeper into my pillows with every thrust.

Soon Deanne’s muffled moans became louder again, indicating she was rapidly approaching another massive orgasm. I didn’t want my sister to cum and risk her passing out just yet. As I slowed down and eased up my thrusting to keep her from cumming too soon, I let my thumb roam over her tight little asshole. Deanne wasn’t likely to remember a thing anyway, so I felt safe to take more liberties with her than I would have done with a girlfriend. To my surprise, my sister seemed to approve of what I was doing, even pushing her ass back and up against my hand. Pressing a little harder, her puckered little hole slowly yielded and my thumb slipped inside her. I slowly moved it in and out a bit, while I kept fucking her pussy at an agonizingly slow pace.

I was just about to push a little deeper when she looked around and surprised me with another slurred request.
“Put your cock in my assh”
I could simply not believe my ears.
“what?” I gasped
“I want you to fuck me in the ass”

I was almost convinced I was dreaming as I pulled out of her creamy pussy and pressed the tip against the little hole. It was already loosened up a bit by my thumb, but still I had to press hard to open her up far enough to accept my cock. Deanne eagerly pushed back and tried to relax her muscles as much as she could. Suddenly the tight ring gave and my penis sank an inch or two inside her ass.

Deanne let out a yelp of pain as I invaded her rear entrance.
“Don’t…” she gasped and lay a hand against my hips.
I didn’t know whether to not pull out or to not push in, so I just held still. A few moments later my sister withdrew her hand again, giving me green light to push in a little more. I spat on my cock and slowly moved in and out, steadily fucking her deeper until my shaft was all the way inside her.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her tight little asshole stretched around my cock, nor for the way the ring of muscles squeezed it like a rubber band. I don’t know if she ever had anal sex before, or if I was the first to fuck her ass, but my sister was the first for me, and I was simply stunned by the sensations of this incredibly tight hole.

I applied a little more saliva and sped up again. Soon I was fucking her ass almost as hard as I had fucked her pussy earlier and I felt my balls tighten again, in anticipation of an unprecedentedly intense orgasm. My sister was not far behind, and catching up fast. Every time I pushed in, I could feel her fingers tickling my balls as she was diddling her clit, laboring for another climax while I pumped her asshole. When she suddenly came, groaning and trembling over her entire body, her ass tightened so much, it was almost like it was trying to strangle my cock. For almost a minute, a series of contractions held me tightly and made it almost impossible to move inside her. With great force I pushed in one last time and shot my first rope of cum in her ass.
I kept cumming and cumming, pumping an enormous load in my sister’s bowels. I came so hard, I was light headed and my hands lost their grip on her waist. Stumbling over, I landed half on her back before I found new support on the mattress. On all fours now, I desperately kept thrusting my hips to squeeze every last drop of sperm into her.

Deanne wasn’t doing any better, exhausted from cumming, her arms gave way and together we tumbled on the mattress. There was no kissing or snuggling this time; Deanne was out cold. My cock slipped from her unconscious body and I rolled on my back, too tired to move. Deanne rolled on her side, her face on my shoulder and her arm across my chest, asleep in a drunken, well-fucked stupor. Again that wonderful scent of her entered my nose. For a moment I was tempted to just let her sleep in my bed, and maybe fool around a little more. But I wasn’t sure how she’d react in the morning, when she was sobered up a bit more. Then I thought of the risk of being caught spooning my sister by our parents and decided to take her to her own bed instead.
I put on a pair of pants and got her dressed as well as I could, then carried her to her room and laid her in bed. Kissing her one last time, I ticked her in and left. Tomorrow she’d wake up in her little black dress and probably feeling like she’s been fucked hard.

On my way back I picked up Deanne’s very damp thong. I briefly considered keeping the fragrant little piece of clothing, but decided it’d be best if I just made it disappear. After one last whiff, I buried it in the garbage bin and got back in bed.

The next morning Deanne looked like she had a terrible hangover when she appeared at breakfast. She didn’t show any sign of remembering our nightly romp, although she did blush a little when she saw me noticing her discomfort when she sat down at the table. Never did she show any affection towards me other than wholesome, sisterly love.
I felt really bad for taking advantage of her weaknesses and once again I resolved to resist her advances the next time she’d come to my bed, knowing full well I was incapable of doing so.

Such had become our routine: she’d come home wasted, we’d have the greatest sex I ever had, and the next day I’d feel guilty while she never remembered a thing. But after each time I was feeling worse and worse about myself. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and delicately and with as much diplomacy as I could, I suggested she shouldn’t drink as much.

She laughed at me and told me not to worry about her. That night she fucked me with as much gusto as ever, sucking my cock back to life twice and letting me finish up her ass again. It seemed she was determined to give me the best night of sex ever, to make sure I’d think twice before asking her to stop drinking again.
It almost worked, if my selfish lust hadn’t been exceeded by my love and care for her. I just couldn’t enjoy this self-destructive habit of her. I had to try again.

I had learned the hard way that Deanne wouldn’t listen to me, so I decided I needed help to keep her from getting wasted again. The next Friday, I was going to enlist the help of her best friend Lynn. As usual she came to pick Deanne up around ten. I waited for my sister to go to the bathroom, so we’d be alone for a minute.
“Could I have a word with you?” I asked in a low voice.
Lynn briefly looked up from her phone. “Sure”
“I’m a bit worried about Deanne”
“Worried? What is it?” at least I got her full attention, and she stopped texting.
“Well, to be honest, her drinking”
“Her drinking?” she asked, a little confused.
“Could you, as her friend, keep an eye on her?”
“Sure, but why? I know she’s a bit peculiar, but her drinking is hardly a problem to anyone.” Lynn said, emphasizing ‘her drinking’ in a way that made me feel she wasn’t taking my worries seriously.
“Hardly a problem? She’ll kill herself if she keeps drinking like she does”

Deanne’s friend looked at me in amazement and was speechless for a minute.
“But… Deanne doesn’t drink!” Lynn said.

This conversation started to make less and less sense.
“Then how come she’s shit-faced every time you bring her home?” I asked, desperate for a little understanding.
“Shit-faced? Deanne drinks nothing but juice and water! She only takes one sip of beer before we go home. She can’t possibly get pissed from one little sip!”
“No… you can't”

I was then that I realized the truth, and all the pieces fell together; Deanne’s alertness, her intermittent slurring… An act! My sister had been sober all the time, every time, it had all been a carefully constructed act!
Well, if she could act, so could I.
“Never mind what I said, Lynn… and please don’t tell Deanne we had this conversation”

Tonight I was going to call Deanne’s bluff, and then her ass would be mine. Always.

Do you remember this?

Remember when this clip was released? The 15:15-01:01 clip from s3ep7. 

It’s the only time we have seen a clip of the future, and boy was it painful! 

It was released on a friday at 20:30, which meant, when we were done watching it, it wasn’t done happening. Not only did we see past hours, we also saw future hours! When we were done watching the clip, we knew things were still good. They were at the hotel enjoying each other. Eating burger, drinking champagne, having sex. But we also knew that hell would break loose within the next hours.

I remember that night, just watching the clock, knowing what would happen at that hotel. Those hours were so fucking painful. I was literally thinking, while laying in my bed, Isak is running around Oslo right now looking for Even. It was really upsetting to know what would happen before it happend!!

Oh god, I was so invested in season 3. I’ve never been more anxious or nervous about fictional characters before.

I couldn’t go to sleep before we got that text from Isak to Eskild.

have you ever been in love? part 2 - reggie mantle

word count: 2.596

warnings: swearing, 

plot: happens about 2 days after the Vday quiz and if I summarize more I give away the plot

a/n: so i wasn’t planning on writing a 2nd part for HYEBIL but it was heavily requested and it’s Ross’s bday so,,,it happened


“Who’s this guy?” The bright screen of a phone was pushed in your face, causing you to groan and close your eyes. “Sorry.” The guy next to you muttered before toning down the luminosity.

The first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was an Instagram picture of you and Reggie Mantle. He had his arm around you and there was a dashing smile on his face. You were kissing his cheek and looked happier than ever.

And you were happy.

Honestly.

“That’s Reggie, he was my boyfriend.” You spoke before pushing the phone away from your face.

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me and you
i think about it all the time
us curdled up post love making on the couch
you tell me i think we should get married
i laugh at the mere idea and say lets just sleep for now
but i see the seriousness in your eyes and i know there is just a matter of time
decades of platonic infatuation accompanied by these years of complete romantic adoration
can only lead to one inevitable fate
i wake up the next morning, long after you and walk out to the porch of our one bedroom apartment
it’s a sunday
i can hear you in the kitchen, making my coffee like you do every sunday
you hate coffee
the ambience of the sun reflects the swelling of my heart when i realize it
i am going to marry you
me and you forever
—  but right now it is a friday night, i am alone and you are with him
10 seconds || Dan Howell

A/N: this is a little idea I had, it’s something I guess. 

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

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Keeping a relationship a secret is a good idea, right?

No, not at all.

‘Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.’

I read Dan’s text message with a huge smile as I stood in front of my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. There were so many options and at the same time there were none.

Dan and I had been dating-ish for two months now without telling anybody. We were afraid of how people would react since nobody would have ever expected us two to get together. We wanted to be sure about this before we told somebody else.

It was a Friday night and Dan’s friends were throwing a party. He invited me to come with him, not as his date though. I was worried about who to talk to tonight since none of my close friends were going and I also didn’t know about how to interact with Dan in public.

I had to park my car a little further away from the house where the party was held at because all of the good parking spots were taken already, signalizing that a lot of people came.

As I walked into the big house so late that Dan must have arrived an hour ago, I immediately spotted him drinking beer with his friends. They were joking about something and laughing out loud from time to time. Since Dan and his friends were by far the most popular and attractive guys in our town a lot of females were surrounding them, trying to start a conversation.

I had to stop myself from smiling at Dan who noticed me the second I walked into the room. He was clearly checking me out in my dress that wasn’t too fancy but he seemed to like it anyway. I also had to stop myself from telling those girls to back off my boyfriend.

Sweaty bodies were dancing to music that was shitty and way too loud. There was alcohol everywhere and people were flirting with strangers while getting drunk. A typical teenager party therefore. Some people just live for weekends like this.

I talked to a few girls that I knew from school. They were updating me on all the recent gossip since I wasn’t good with stuff like that. I never hung out with the ‘cool and scandalous kids’.

“I heard Tiffany tell her friends at school today that she wants to get with Dan tonight.” Jessica, one of the girls I had chemistry class with told me under her breath. I nearly chocked on my drink at her words.

“Dan as in Dan Howell?” I asked her, gritting my teeth while trying to not sound too interested.

“What other Dan is there?” She wanted to know, indirectly answering my question.

Great. Miss Popular was after my guy not knowing that he was already taken. By me!

“Let’s play Truth or Dare” Somebody shouted in between two songs. The response was quite diverse. Some people seemed to really hate the game while others seemed to love it.

“C’mon let’s play.” Jessica excitedly exclaimed, grabbed my arm and dragged me along with her.

“I really don’t wan-“ I was in the middle of saying as she made me sit down on the floor where everybody who was playing was already gathered in a circle.

My eyes suddenly landed on Dan who was sat right opposite me. He didn’t look that comfortable either and I could clearly hear his friend Jason tell him “I bet it will be fun, don’t be so boring!”

There was a little twinkle in Dan’s eyes as he saw me and he raised his eyebrow surprised to see me here. He was looking as handsome as ever. His hair was a little bit curly and he was wearing the black leather jacket that I loved so much on him.  

A guy I had never seen around before started spinning an empty glass bottle and it landed right on Jason, making Dan smirk.

“Truth or Dare” the guy asked Jason. He obviously said ‘Dare’ since he was an outgoing guy and up for almost any challenge.

“I dare you to knock on the neighbour’s door in just your underwear and ask him if you can borrow a jar of peanut butter.”

“What the fuck, mate?!” Jason shouted as everybody laughed and some girls giggled.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked the guy who dared him to do this as he started to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

People started to whistle as Jason walked to the door and opened it wearing nothing but his boxers.

“It’s freezing outside!” he complained as he wrapped his arms around his own body for warmth, shielding his nipples from the cold air of the night.

He quickly ran across the street, as he saw that no car was in sight. The neighbour, a 50 year old man, was not too pleased to see Jason.

“I’m going to call the cops, you dumb pack of teenagers!” he shouted after Jason as he sprinted back into the house after he was obviously denied some peanut butter.

We were laughing our butts off while Jason’s cheeks were bright red from running and embarrassment.

“It will be fun, right?” Dan asked Jason, making me giggle.

We continued playing and after a few rounds the bottle still hadn’t landed on me or Dan. One of Tiffany’s friends was just dared by a guy to take her shirt off was now spinning the bottle in a pink Victoria Secrets bra.

It landed on the devil herself, Tiffany.

“Dare” she said and I already had a weird feeling in my stomach region.

“I dare you to kiss Dan for at least 10 seconds.”

My mouth hung open as I tried to suppress a gasp.

Tiffany was seductively smirking at my boyfriend whose eyes had grown wide in shock. He was taking a quick glance at me. His face spoke of panic as Tiffany said, “A dare is a dare, right?”

With that being said she pressed her lips onto my boyfriend’s, making my heart sink. And those 10 seconds were the hardest 10 seconds of my life.

1

I swallowed hard although my mouth was completely dry

2

I tried looking away, but I couldn’t 

3

My blood started to boil as I watched Tiffany eagerly kiss my boyfriend

4

My cheeks grew bright red as anger filled every inch of my body

5

I wanted to rip my heart out just so it wouldn’t hurt that much

6

I wanted to yell for them to stop but I had to sit here in silence

7

My hands started to shake with anger as they were clenched into fists

8

My eyes got watery and the first tears were about to spill

9

I decided to get up and leave, not being able to bear this anymore

10

I lef-

Dan pushed Tiffany off his body right before I could get up to leave.

“Y/N is my girlfriend!” he shouted and all eyes suddenly landed on me.

Sometimes, I think a little heartbreak is good for people.
Before you stop reading, and curse me for thinking the ache you feel in your bones Is a good thing, hear me out.
A boy called Daniel broke my heart when I was 19, I think we all have a Daniel, you’re probably thinking of him (or her) right now.
Imagining their eyes, smile, the way they called your name, and the way only their arm’s made you feel safe.
If you weren’t already thinking of them, you probably are now - Sorry.
When he broke my heart I honestly didn’t know how to go on.
I’d spent so much of my time making sure I was perfect for him, I lost who I was.
I forgot.
I forgot that I love walking in the rain listening to 90’s jazz music.
I forgot that I loved scaring myself with murder mystery documentaries on a Friday night, and being so terrified that I fell asleep on my couch.
Forgot that I love ice push pops in the summer heat and cinnamon hot cocoa in the winter.
Being honest, I never liked that skin tight black dress that you always use to ask me to wear.
The French braid I had always wore was undone and left as waist length waves that you called pretty but I found annoying.
Every Sunday morning you’d make me black coffee in bed, but I hate my coffee black.
I like it with way too much milk and so much sugar that it doesn’t all dissolve, it sits at the bottom of the mug until at the very last sip, you mouth is completely filled with sugar – I forgot how happy that made me.
I don’t like that I changed myself so much to make you love me.
Mostly though, I don’t like the fact that until now I hadn’t even realised that I’d changed.
I didn’t realise that I’d replaced my Friday night murder documentaries with meeting up with you friends at the bar.
I didn’t see that I chose that awfully tight black dress simply to make you happy, and I forgot about my favourite sunshine yellow dress, that made its way to the back of my closet.
When you left, my heart broke into a million pieces, but whilst I was on the floor trying to put them back together again, I put my hair into a French braid to get it out of my face, and I remembered how much I use to love wearing it like that.
I made a cinnamon hot cocoa and fell asleep on the couch after scaring myself with a murder documentary.
I woke up and made myself a milky coffee with way too much sugar, and with the last sugary sip I smiled so wide that for a moment I forgot all about you.
I dug out my old yellow sundress from the back of my closet and took a walk in the rain whilst listening to my 90s jazz.
I passed the mirror in the hallway when I came home.
I was soaked through, my yellow sundress stuck to me and my braid dripped with water, making a puddle next to my feet, but I was grinning at my reflection.
The biggest smile I’d worn in a very long time.
In that moment I realised how much I had changed to make Daniel love me.
It’s not his fault, he never asked me to change for him.
I know now that I’m not the girl for him.
I hoped that if I morphed myself into something I knew he wanted, that I could slowly become it.
Making him fall in love with me was what I had wanted, but It slowly made me fall out of love with myself.
As I stood there in my hallway dripping wet, jazz music blaring and a bright yellow sundress clung to my body, I realised all I want from now on is to love myself.
So, Daniel, I am so sorry.
I’m sorry that you thought you’d found the one when I told you I liked my coffee black.
I’m sorry I put on that black dress every time you asked, because with every time I resented you more.
I never liked spending Friday nights watching you and your friends drink until I felt uncomfortable being around you all in nothing but a tight black dress.
None of that was who I am.
I hope that one day you find a girl who is everything I pretended to be.
I hope I find someone who makes me feel the way I wished you could of.
Until then though, I’ll dance in the rain wearing yellow sundresses listening to jazz and then I’ll drink cinnamon hot cocoas until I’m warmed through.
Thank you
For making me pick up the pieces of my heart.
For reminding me who I am and what I love.
Thank You for breaking my heart.
Love from the girl who changed herself for you.
—  L.S.
We Got Friday Nights

A little friends to lovers drabble/one shot for @thesschesthair​ cos she likes them and she is awesome!


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When your best friend is gorgeous, smart and one of the most decent people you’d ever met, it makes sense that people would think you were a couple. Of course every time this happened to Killian Jones and Emma Swan they’d laugh it off and say there was no chance that anything like that could ever happen.

They were friends - for almost five years - and they quite liked it that way.

Only one time, she had seriously considered it.

They were in the middle of this health kick - running a few times a week after Emma had almost collapsed chasing a skip up a fire escape. Killian had offered to run with her - it wasn’t safe for her to be running around on her own, he’d said - she’d rolled her eyes and reminded him that she could take care of herself and that Storybrooke was hardly the crime capital of New England. He’d still insisted on joining her.

One Saturday he’d knocked on her apartment door, too early for the sun even to have peeked over the horizon. The park was deserted as they pounded the trails in companionable silence until it began to rain. A fine mist at first, it quickly graduated into a heavy downpour with large, freezing drops saturating them in seconds as they raced to the cover of the trees.

Killian laughed when she slipped in the mud, his hands coming up to her waist to halt her fall -  they were warm, even through her soaked t-shirt. He was close enough she could really appreciate those damn blue eyes of his that never saw him leave a bar without at least one phone number (wanted or not). His hair had fallen over those eyes. She’d told him a dozen times to cut it and he always just shrugged. Water dripped down those silky tendrils, drizzling across his cheek. Dazed, she’d stared at his perfect face.

For a second, she’d forgotten who he was ( her best friend ) and why they’d never been more than that (she didn’t do relationships or men in general, he just didn’t do commitment). For a moment he was just a handsome, perfect guy who she was very attracted to… so she reached up and brushed away the rogue strands, her fingers sliding down his cheek, reluctant to break the contact. It was okay- just for that moment - to let herself get lost in the smile he gave her and to imagine what it would be like to kiss those lips and for those hands to tighten at her waist and draw her close.

They’d hugged a thousand times. But that was different, because he was her friend and every hug they shared was devoid of that pulling tension she felt right then. Warmth radiated from him as the rain tumbled through the pine trees. She let herself daydream for a few perilous moments about a “them” - a dream of cozy dates and tangled limbs and kisses and-

Then, of course, reality kicked in. The rain vanished, the sun replacing it in the blink of an eye. He’d tugged on her shoulder, rousing her out of the dream as he asked her if she was ready to head back. She’d smiled and nodded, avoiding his gaze until her feet found that rhythm again on the mossy footpaths, each step pushing that idea further away.


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✨ H.A.T.E  ✨


Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.

Warnings: Swearing | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions.

The word hate is a very well known word in the English language. Some say it’s rather strong, some say it’s something unnecessary to express. It’s avoidable; it’s easy to spread like a disease, it’s also just another four letter word that is shared among people. For this situation, it’s mainly between two.

Y/n L/n was one of the richest girls in town. 17 year old honors student, with a 4.0 average, and killer good looks next to her fabulous brain. Almost every girl wanted to be her friend, and for those who didn’t just bathed in their pool of, you guessed it, hatred.

Peter Pan was one of the baddest greasers in town. 18 going on 19, still a junior in high school, holding on to his 3.0 average for deal life (not really) and also killer good looks that could get any girl below his grade to swoon over him. 

The senior girls that he was supposed to be in the same grade with, didn’t want anything to do with him or his gang.

Including Y/n. 

But, that didn’t stop this greaser from flirting with her any chance he got. Every guy wanted nothing to do with him, thanks to his reputation, and for those who did? Good luck to them.

Y/n and Peter never got along since the day they met. The first day of high school, an awkward year for the both of them all started off with their orientation in the school’s gym. 

It was going fine, until a certain someone who was still on his childish side, decided to pull another certain someone’s skirt down right in front of everyone after the ceremony. Showing off her white, virgin panties. In front of every freshman. 

Just think about it.

Picture it in your head.

Prepubescent boys. E V E R Y W H E R E.  All witnessing the vulnerability of young Y/n in the start of the year.

“Why can’t you just grow up, you dumb hood!” 

“Maybe, I don’t want to grow up! Why can’t you just take a joke!”

“I hate you, Peter Pan! Till the day I die, you’re nothing but gum underneath my shoe!” 

“Right back atcha, princess.” 

And thus, the hatred grew from that day on to three years today. 

Now coming back to the present, on a Friday evening in October, we find our main characters to be sitting on opposite sides of their study hall classroom, waiting for the day to finally end and be free for the weekend. The class room was already divided into their own cliques, from Socs, to Greasers, to Middle class, you name it. Everyone was where they belonged. But, of course, this wasn’t just any day. It happened to be October 31, Halloween night. And guess who just so happens to be planing a stellar party, for all to those willing to come? I’ll give you one guess.

“So, as you all may know, tonight is the night where the dead roam the streets.” Peter starts, rubbing his hands together, as he scanned the classroom. “And I’m also sure you know I am cautious of your safety, so everyone is welcome to crash and have shelter at my place this Halloween night.”

Snickers are heard from the greaser side, partly of what Peter said, and the other being because of their passed out study hall teacher, drooling all over his desk and papers. With a roll of her eyes, Y/n responds.

“Why would anyone wanna go to your dump of a house? If I wanted to spend my Friday night with trash, I’d spend my hours standing in Wendy’s closet.”

Said girl starts to laugh at the insult, only to then realize she was just insulted. “Hey!”

Peter chuckles at the witty tongue he hates so much. Every time she opens her mouth, it’s an endless cycle of sarcasm and bitchiness. Leaning on a desk, he places his hands in his leather jacket, resting them just below his armpits.

“No one said you had to come, princess. I’m sure mommy and daddy don’t want you out past eight anyways. Wouldn’t want you damaging that pretty grade of yours, right next to that pretty face.”  Now the whole greaser side howled with laughter and ‘oohs’. Y/n scowls in anger, rolling her eyes yet again, ignoring his comment. “Aw, what’s the matter? Run out of things to say?”

“No. Just thought I’d give your brain a break, I mean, this is probably the most words I’ve ever heard you speak without stuttering like an idiot, or shrinking your vocabulary to one of a kindergartner’s. Tell me, grease, can you spell ‘damaging’?” Getting no response this time, Y/n only smirks, this time her side of the room laughing at his. “Just to humor you, because I guarantee no Socs are going if I’m not, I’ll come to your little party tonight.”

With a raise of his eyebrow, Peter licks his lips slowly, relaxing his hands and walking over to their side of the room. Two Socs that sat next to Y/n were quick to stand, blocking him from getting any closer. Having a silent stare down, Y/n places hands on their shoulders, smiling sweetly as she told them she could handle herself. Oh, the curve of her lips only made his blood boil. Not to mention how easily she could coax any man with just one curl of them, as they sat back down without protest.

“You sure a pretty little thing like you, can handle a party like mine? There are no rules, no limitations.”

“Ooh, big word, Pan,” He rolls his eyes at her comment, already bored with the conversation. “But, you’d be surprised what a ‘pretty little thing’, like me, can handle.”

“Care to give me an example, princess?” He asks, taking only a small step closer to her, his eyelids falling slightly as well as his voice. This sent chills through her body, but she’d rather die than let him see that it did. Never breaking eye contact, everyone around them waited for someone to make the next move. 

Until the bell rang. 

Everyone got up from their seats, the teacher practically falling out of his chair at the sudden wake up call, as the school day was finally over.

Inhaling sharply, Y/n drops eye contact first, taking her bag that Wendy held out for her, looking up at the tall boy one last time. “In your dreams, grease.”

“Rich girl.”

“Prick.”

“Bitch.”

“Oh, real mature.” She glares, turning with her chin high in the air as if she won that fight. With a slight shake of his head, he signals his gang that it was time to leave, heading out to maybe steal some beers and cigs on the way back to his house. While walking, the youngest of the group spoke up to his leader.

“Why’re you and her always fighting,” Henry asks. “She’s a real nice girl, why you gotta pick at her all the time, man?”

“Simple. We hate each other.” Peter shrugs, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

“Now y’all don’t, it’s obvious you wanna fuck each other. Just both of your prides are too big for one of you to go for it. It’s cliche, Pan. The rich girl wanting to be with the bad boy because her parents are against it. She wants you, she’s just making you work for it.” Tiger Lily nudges him with her elbow, while twirling her switch blade in the other hand.

“And what makes you so sure?”

“Tiger’s middle class, Pan, and yet she hangs with us all the time instead of them. Because…” Felix drew out, inquiring for Pan to finish his sentence for him.

“I ain’t stupid, I know what you mean. But, you’re different, Tiger Lily. You’re like one of the guys, it’s easy for you to adapt and be like us. But, Y/n? A whole different story.”

“Hm. Well, plus I’m a girl. I can see the signs of want from a mile away, and she is dripping for you.”

“Okay, now you’re just being weird.” Peter shoves her playfully, Henry shaking his head, not satisfied with his answer. “Look, tonight if she drops her attitude with me, then so will I. But, until then, I hate her fucking guts.” 

Meanwhile, on the richer side of town, Y/n wandered around the costume store, in a dilemma with ‘which outfit would be perfect’ for this said occasion. Not just any Halloween costume will do, she needed something that will really catch…a certain someone’s attention.

“No. No. No. God, this is a definite no. This is so stupid, how hard could it be to find a decent costume?” Y/n groans loudly, Wendy only giggling at her frustration.

“Well, you are looking on the day of Halloween. You’re a little late on getting decent, let alone anything at all. I’m just going as a cat; drawing whiskers on my face and buying this tail and cat ears. See? Simple and I don’t have to spend a lot.”

“Uh, you’re so cheap.”

Wendy glares at her head, grumbling to herself while her arms were crossed like a child would do. “At least I’m not trying to impress a greaser.”

“Excuse me? Who says I’m trying to impress that delinquent?”

“It’s so obvious! The sexual tension between you two is so suffocating, I can barely stand it any longer! One day I’m gonna get you drunk off your ass and lock you in a room with him-”

“[Gasp] This is perfect!” She exclaims, finally finding an outfit she likes in the very back of a rack. “Sexy maid! It’s ironic because his place will most likely be filthy. Now what were you saying about a room and ass or something?”

Sighing heavily, Wendy just grabs Y/n’s arm, dragging her to the register. 

“You’re so oblivious, it hurts.”

The sun was finally setting, and the street lights had finally cut on. Halloween night was something the troublemakers all over the town looked forward to, that and Pan’s parties. Halloween and end of the year parties were his specialties, filled with one night stands, hangovers, and wild memories to tell your grand-babies someday. Once the clock hit 10, everyone was piling into Peter’s place, for those who don’t get to be inside due to space, had most of the party outside, the backyard or on his neighbors lawn instead. Luckily where he lived, everyone was cool with everyone on the block, so there were no worries on horny teenagers grinding on each other on their front lawn. As long as it stopped by 2 AM.

Y/n and her large group of Socs make there way inside, all dressed up in their costumes, ready to have a good time. Readjusting the tight costume that felt like it was covering not a damn thing, Y/n took a look around. The music was blasting, the room already reeking of alcohol, and bodies upon bodies were pressed up against one another. Wendy tugs on her arm, pointing to the dance floor.

“Let’s go dance, this is my song!”

“I am not dancing up on greaser trash!” She shouts over the music, “You go ahead, find a guy, hook up, I don’t care! I’m going to get a drink!”

Giving her a thumbs up in response, Wendy disappears into the crowd. Y/n finally makes her way over to the drink table, filling her red cup with what she suspected to be just beer. Taking a huge gulp of the liquid, the burning in her throat confirmed her suspicion. It went down horribly the first time, but after her third cup, she was starting to loosen up and bob to the beat of the song.

Swaying her hips from side to side, she barely noticed a mixed group of middle class and greaser boys staring in her direction. One being bold enough to approach her came up from behind her, pressing his front to her back, helping her sway to the motion a little better. Turning her head to see who it was, she sneered.

“Get your hands off me.” 

“Aw come on, baby, let’s just have a little fun~”

“I’ll give you to the count of three. Last warning.” 

The stranger leans in to whisper in her ear, only getting half of his sentence out until he was dragged away by a couple of Peter’s friends. Not too long, Peter replaced his spot, his hands gripping her waist tightly, keeping her pressed against him, holding her still.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Y/n growls slightly, the sound sending a pleasant feeling straight down to his manhood, but the anger of seeing another guy touch her was clouding over that feeling. Turning herself around, she was quick to push him off. 

“Fuck off, Pan. I’m here to have a good time, not waste it fighting with you.”

“Well then stop the search, because the ‘good time’ is right in front of you. What’s more fun then spending the night with the host of this sick party?”

“Avoiding him.” 

Y/n was about to walk away, only for her arm to be tugged right back. Groaning inwardly, she was about to give him another snarky comeback, only for the look on his face to wipe that idea completely. He looked troubled, almost uncertain of something. 

“Follow me.” 

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.” 

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now. 

“Fine.” 

The Bar Scene

okay okay, I know every Stucky shipper is familiar with this scene, but I’ve decided to investigate in furthur detail.

So the singing stops as Peggy walks in, looking as gorgeous as ever, eyes only for Steve

Bucky’s immediate reaction is a clenched jaw

and a balled fist.

I’m not saying he’s jealous or anything but of course he’s fucking jealous.

At first glance, people may think that Bucky is jealous that Peggy isn’t paying attention to him, but I don’t think so.

Peggy proceeds to talk to Steve and

need I say any more about this?

At the end of the scene, Bucky makes a “joke” which I think was meant to disguise what he was really feeling. When Steve turns away, he makes this face:

And to finish up, I’d like to talk about the song that was playing right before Peggy walked in: “There is a Tavern in the Town” (thanks to brxkenbucky​ I was able to look into this). Now I know it’s difficult to hear the song in the scene, but if you look up the lyrics you’ll see that some of them are:

“He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark // each Friday night they used to spark, used to spark // and now my love who once was true to me // takes this dark damsel on his knee”

Very fitting, right? And remember that songs played in movies are chosen specifically to suit the scene. Everything is intentional, just like every reaction and facial expression.

I’m just going to leave this here, take from it what you will.

No Promises

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,436

A/N: This one is just an idea I thought of and I actually had motivation and desire to write it so I hope everyone likes it and let me know if you want a part twooo! xx I appreciate every single one of you.

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My phone buzzes as I pick it up to glance at the text message I’ve just received. Right on time. I pick myself up off the couch and head to the front door of my apartment. Shawn and I have had the strongest friendship for almost 8 years now and it has always been the thing I value most in my life. Our relationship has transitioned from being Friday nights with movies and pizza to almost every night with the addition of platonic sex. Although you may scoff at ‘platonic’, there’s no denying that both me and Shawn don’t have any feelings for each other. It’s been so long now that I don’t think it would even be possible. It’s just a nice way for Shawn to get out all of his sexual frustrations from being on tour for so long, and I wouldn’t deny my best friend’s happiness. It’s easier that way. It means that Shawn doesn’t have to worry about the media attacking him and his significant other and I know that’s important to him.

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how would you feel ; riarkle

summary: the four times farkle doesn’t say he loves riley, and the one time he does.
author’s note: my computer is being so irritating so i had to post this w my phone so sorry if the formatting is gross!!!!! the formatting on ao3 is fine and the link to my ao3 profile is in my bio.

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It’s freshman year and Riley is trying out for cheer, again. Even though she made it last year, she still wasn’t satisfied with her “pity acceptance” and vowed to make it this year (I have to prove myself this time Farkle. We’re in high school now, it’s the big leagues), but for real this time.

The whole gang was going to come and support her again but everyone besides Farkle was preoccupied. Lucas and Zay had football practice, Maya had independent art study with Mr Turner, and Smackle was tutoring Yogi in biology. Farkle also had plans, the robotics club was about to make a huge breakthrough with their most recent endeavor, but when he saw the way her face fell when everyone bailed, he couldn’t do that to her. He knew that if she knew he had somewhere else to be, she would make him go, so he made sure she felt like his number one priority. At least, that’s what he told Smackle when she accused him of having feelings for her (again).

“She’s our friend, Smackle. My best friend actually, and I promised her I would be there for her. Always.”

“I thought I was your best friend, dearest? Match made in heaven?”

“You’re my girlfriend. There’s a difference.”

Smackle pretended his comment didn’t sting, and didn’t question it further.

+

He was gathering his stuff from his locker when she anxiously floated over to him the day of the try outs. She looked adorable in her high ponytail, pom poms in hand. Not that he noticed.

“Farkle, I’m so beyond nervous!” Her words zoomed off her lips as they walked to the gym. “I’ve been working with Zoe all summer, you know that, but what if it’s not enough? These girls have made this their lifestyle and I only started this summer. I want this so bad, my head could burst.”

“Riley,” he paused, stopping them and grabbing her hand, platonically, “You’re going to be great. You have never failed at anything you put your mind to. Don’t freak out, Riles. I’m going to be in those bleachers cheering you on the whole time.”
She looked up at him with her big, doe eyes, “Always?”

His heart broke at the sight of her vulnerability so he squeezed her hand, “Always.”

Her try out went great, he knew it would. She danced and laughed and even though she tripped at least seven times, she had more cheer than anyone there. He reminded her of that when they sat outside of the school waiting for their ride as she cried into his shoulder. As she cried, he held her tighter than ever before. Platonically.

The results got posted the next day and Farkle picked Riley up in his dad’s car even earlier than Cory could have taken her so they could wait outside and eat bagels. She wanted to be the first one to see the list, and for Farkle to be the second. When the school finally opened, Riley ran to the bulletin board outside of the gym before Farkle could even make it two feet inside. When he got to the bulletin board, she was standing in front of it, motionless.

“Riles,” he began cautiously.

“I, I made the team,” she whispered as if she didn’t even believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

It took him exactly .2 seconds for him to run to her and sweep her into his arms. She giggled wildly as he lifted her off the ground and twirled her around, embracing her as they celebrated this triumph.

Setting her down but not letting go of her, they looked at each other from a dangerously close perspective. His breath was heavier than he ever wanted it to be when he was around her, and her face was flushed pink with something she could only describe as pure exhilaration. Of course, at the time, she blamed it on the good news.

“Riley,” he paused, I love you,“I’m so proud of you.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him in a daze, I love you too “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

That night, he thought about the words he thought in that moment of pure bliss and reminded himself that it was platonic. They had said it a thousand times.

So why could he not say it then?

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Freshman year quickly turned into sophomore year and sophomore year brought more challenges than any of them could imagine.
After the London Debacle the six had faced at the end of the last school year, Riley and Lucas had decided to stay broken up and a long three months later, Lucas and Maya had decided to put themselves, and everyone else, out of their misery and try dating again. They were now almost four months in things had settled. They were happy. Everyone was happy. Until the night that Smackle became very unhappy.

“Really, Smackle, I can leave. I don’t want to get in the way. I shouldn’t have come anyway.”

Smackle and Farkle were having a fairly innocent make out session in Farkle’s room when Riley barged in with bags full of snacks and all of the back to the future movies in hand. Ever since Maya and Lucas had started dating, Farkle had been there for her to lean on and she naively didn’t notice the effect it had on Farkle and Smackle’s relationship. That is, she didn’t realize it until she saw poor Smackle freaking out on Farkle.

“No, Riley, you’re fine,” Farkle said for the umpteenth time that night. Riley could very clearly see that things were not fine, that she was most certainly was not fine and that she should leave, so why did she believe him? Why did she take her word for it and sit there, knowing it was only making things worse?

Smackle scoffed, “Classic.”

Farkle’s finger were going to town on his temples, trying to soothe his mind in anyway possible, “Isadora, if you have something to say then say it.” He never called her by her full name.

“Fine,” she began, stronger than a bull, “If you want to really hear it then here it goes. Riley is using you, Farkle, and you’re letting it happen because you’re too nice. Ever since Lucas and Maya started dating she has needed someone to be there for her 24/7 and you became that person. But guess what, babe? I need you to be that person because you’re my boyfriend,” she paused and turned to Riley, “You hear that? My boyfriend. I get that things have been hard for you Riley but things get hard for everyone and you’re not the center of the universe. You don’t have dibs being treated right and you definitely don’t have dibs on being treated perfectly by my boyfriend.”

“You don’t get to talk to her like that, Smackle!” Farkle’s hands were balled and his neck was bright red. Riley had only ever seen him like that the time that Maya’s dad showed up drunk to one of her art shows over the summer. He was always the first one to start swinging for his girls but she wasn’t going to let that happen tonight. Smackle was right, she was being selfish.

“Farkle! Enough!” Riley yelled as she stood up and walked in between them, facing Farkle. “She’s right. I mean, for God’s sake it’s a Friday night and I barged in here with no warning just assuming you’d be available. That’s selfish, Farkle. Don’t defend me. Your relationship with Smackle is more important than my bruised ego. I’m going to go now,” she turned to Smackle, “I really am sorry, Smackle. I hope you can forgive me and realize that I never meant to hurt anyone,” she paused for a moment to gather herself, “Right, I’m gonna go now. So sorry. Ok, bye,” and with that, she slipped out the door and slid down against it, letting her head fall into her palms.

What the hell is wrong with you, Matthews? Get it together.

+

She woke up the next morning with a knock on her bay window.

Groggily and even more clumsily than normal, she made her way from her bed to open it up and let whichever one of her friends had decided to disturb her slumber this time. However, when she saw it was Farkle, she instantly sobered up.

“It’s seven am, what are you doing here?” She asked with a yawn.

He scooted in and sat next to her, head in his hands, “Smackle dumped me exactly six hours and forty seven minutes ago. After you left we kept talking and then talking turned to arguing some more and then arguing turned to tears and tears turned to slammed doors. I can’t believe I messed things up with her so bad.”

Riley’s heart broke at the sight of him. Now that she was really paying attention, she noticed that he was wearing the same outfit as yesterday and his hair was sticking up in every direction besides the one it was supposed to be.

She sighed and put her arm around him, resting her head against his crouched frame, “I’m so sorry, Farkley. This is all my fault. Do you want me to talk to her?”

He laughed dryly, “Actually, I feel like you’re the last person she wants to talk to. Well, second to last, actually. I think you’ve finally beaten me at something,” he joked as she playfully shoved him.

The two sat in silence for a little bit, just enjoying the heat of each other’s bodies.

“Are you wearing bunny pajamas?” He asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Excuse me for not expecting company at seven am.”

Silence fell upon them again.

Until Farkle was, once again, the one to break it.

“It wasn’t your fault, ya know. I’m the one that kept putting everything before my relationship. Don’t feel bad about it,” his voice was a whisper and she could tell he was incredibly serious and even more so remorseful at how he handled things with Smackle.

She sighed and started fiddling with the loose strings on the friendship bracelet she made him for his birthday last year as a joke. She ignores the fact that he never took it off, “You can say it wasn’t my fault all you want but the way she looked at me just goes to show that it was. She had every right to look at me like that.”

“Riley, you’re talking as if you’re a homewrecker.”

“I might as well be. You two were the best couple I had ever seen and here I come in like a bulldozer, messing everything up.”

He laughed the littlest laugh at that, it was just so absurd for Riley to think that she was anything less than perfect, “If we truly were the best couple, then some weirdo girl in bunny pajamas wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”

This made Riley laugh and bury her head into his shoulder, which felt like a victory.

I love you, “You’re the most important person in my life,” so much, “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”

I love you more, All she did was smile at him and continue fiddling with his friendship bracelet.

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New Years Eve was a time of revelations for the group of six. Sophomore year had finally reached the halfway mark and the friends were celebrating with another New Year’s Eve party. However, to avoid the bad luck of the eighth grade party, they had changed locations to Maya’s apartment. Katy and Maya moved in with Shawn into a much nicer place about three blocks away from Riley and it seemed like the perfect location so Zay, Smackle, Farkle, Riley, Maya, and Lucas, along with the rest of the class of 2020, set up shop and got the party going.

Midnight was in exactly three minutes when Farkle found Riley on the roof of the apartment building. It was rare how bright the stars were shining that night.

She was leaning against the railing, head dreamily placed in the palm of her hand.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asked as he mimicked her stance.

“Just how glad I am that this year is about to be over, and all of the possibilities that next year has to offer. 2018: the year of hope.”

He smiled warmly at her optimism, it had always been one of the many things he had loved about her. But up until recently, he thought it was all strictly platonic. But, when him and Smackle broke up a month and a half go, he began to realize that he had been lying to himself all along. It was never strictly platonic. It was hardly platonic period. Farkle hadn’t just loved Riley since the first grade, he had been in love with her since the first grade and he hadn’t been able to shake the realization since. Especially not with them being alone on this rooftop and her cheeks being as red as the day he first almost told her he loved her. It was all of the almosts that made him realize that it was more than friendly. Because friends don’t need almosts.

After a little bit of silence and a whole minute of the countdown gone, Riley asked, “What are your resolutions this year, Farkle? Now remember, nothing is too big.”

He looked at her and then he looked back up at the night sky. My resolution is to get the girl. “I don’t know. What’s yours?”

Nervousness suddenly washed over her as she looked down at her glove clad hands and then back up at him, “Promise not to laugh?”

“When have I ever laughed at you?”

“Almost everyday!” She joked, causing him to laugh out loud.

“Ok, ok I promise not to laugh. But hurry up, there’s only twenty seconds until midnight.”

Between the time it took for him to finish talking and for her to build the courage to speak, the time had dropped to ten seconds. They could faintly hear the countdown from their party downstairs.

She looked at her hands and whispered quietly, “I want to fall in love.”

Five seconds.

“What?” He couldn’t hear her above the countdown.

Two seconds.

“I want to fall in love!” she screamed giddily to the streets of New York City as the party downstairs and all across the east coast screamed “Happy New Year!”

With the new knowledge of her resolution, he didn’t waste another second.

I love you. He kissed her.

I know. She kissed him back. I love you more.


Riley and Farkle weren’t dating. Unless you call him giving her rides everyday, waiting for her at her locker, and sneaking kisses under the bleachers in between classes dating. Because if that what dating was, then they were definitely doing it, and had been for the entire second half of sophomore year, the whole summer, and the first few months of junior year. But they would go to the grave saying that nothing had changed. They even said so when Farkle showed up to school with a hickey peeking through the collar of his shirt after a long weekend. The same long weekend that Riley had told Maya she was busy the entire time of.

“Hey Farkle, what’s that on your neck?” Zay asked at lunch that fateful Tuesday back at school, trying to feign innocence.

Maya sat down next to Lucas and decided to join in on the phone, “Yeah, Minkus, what is it? Did you ‘fall’ again?”

However, Farkle didn’t back down easily, and he had been playing Maya and Zay’s games for a few years now, he was no Novice. “Actually, it is. In fact, it looks just like the bruises that were all over your neck freshman year right after you and Lucas had made it official. You must have ‘fallen’ a lot too. What a cowinky dink,” he finished as he took a bite into his apple, giving a smug look to Maya who just glared in response.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” Riley asked as she sat down, right next to Farkle of course. “Sorry I’m late, I had to stop by my physics class and ask a question. That class is so insanely difficult it’s driving me cra-” she halted as she saw the death stare Maya was giving Farkle, “What’s happening here?”

Without looking up from his casserole, Lucas nonchalantly explained, “Farkle and Maya are slut shaming each other.”

“Are you serious? That’s the third time this week!” Riley sighed annoyingly, hitting Farkle on the arm.

“Hey! It’s not my fault that your girlfriend keeps coming at my bruises. It’s not my fault that I uh, fall down a lot.”

Maya snickered from across the table, making Farkle snap his head back to her direction.

“What’s so funny, Hart?”

She laughed harder and then tried to calm herself down, “Woo, man,” she wiped tears from her eyes, “I just think it’s hilarious how easy it is for you to call Riley my girlfriend when I’m not even the one sleeping with her.”

Suddenly, the whole table turned to a ghost town aside from Maya’s uncontrollable cackling. Riley sunk her arms and Farkle’s ears, neck, and chest turned bright pink.

“Oh my,” Smackle squeaked from next to her boyfriend of three months, Zay.

Lucas wrapped his arm around Maya and looked at the group awkwardly, “Alright honey I think that’s our cue to leave. Bye everyone,” he said as he ushered a still laughing Maya away from the table, grabbing both of their trays in the process.

“Yeah uh, Iz I think we should head out too. You promised me you find that one book in the library, remember?” Zay said, very clearly trying to make a break for it in anyway he could.

“No, I have no memory of this.”

Zay opened his eyes wider, signaling urgency. Finally, Smackle caught on, “Oh yes. That book,” she fake remembered. “Let’s go,” and, with that, they ran off after Maya and Lucas.

It was quiet for a little bit, with Farkle trying to piece together what had just happened and Riley trying to find the courage to come out of the hiding place under her arms.

“Well. At least Maya and I won’t slut shame each other anymore?” He reasoned weakly, as he stared at his unfinished peanut butter and jelly.

Riley groaned.

“Hey, I mean, this isn’t that bad,” he continued, swiveling to face her this time, “I mean, it’s not like we were keeping it a secret or anything. Were we?”

Finally, Riley uncovered her face and looked at him tiredly, “I don’t know Farkle. I mean, we’ve been together but not together for like nine months now and we’ve never even talked about what we are or what we’re doing or where we’re going. What are the rules here?”

Farkle’s mouth was dry. He never brought up the talk because he didn’t want to scare her away. Neither of them had ever been good at relationships and now that he had her in his grasp, he didn’t want to lose it.

“I didn’t realize that there were supposed to be rules,” he trailed off.

Riley scoffed and gathered her things, trying not to let the tears fall in front of him, “Yeah well you also didn’t realize that all I want is to be your girlfriend. And they call you a genius.”

And then, it was just Farkle at the lunch table, and it was his turn to hide and groan.

+

Over the past nine months, Farkle’s bay window visits had grown substantially in frequency, but this time he was nervous. It probably had something to do with the fact that he hated himself for ruining the best thing that had ever happened to him, but he ignored that and tapped on the locked window. She must have known that he would try to stop by.

“Go away, Farkle,” he heard Riley snap, muffled slightly by the glass.

“Please, Riley, can we just talk about this? Unlock the window, please.”

He rested his head against the window in frustration and sighed, You really did it this time, Minkus.

And then suddenly, his head was no longer on the window, but inside of Riley’s room, landing with a thump.

“Sorry,” Riley apologized, completely deadpanned and full of zero remorse.

He climbed in and rubbed his forehead, “It’s fine. I deserved that.”

She had moved back to her bed and was facing the wall in front of her instead of him, clutching a pillow, “Yeah. You did.”

Farkle then noticed that the pillow had mascara stains on it and his heart sank so deeply.

“Riley, I know I handled this whole situation, you and me, the complete wrong way. I just, I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes. I just got so caught up in how great things were I forgot or didn’t realize how amazing things could be if we just talked about it. I was selfish. I didn’t want things to get ruined so I strung us both along for almost a year and I’m sorry. I understand if you never want to talk to me again but,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, I love you, “But, please just know that I would never want to hurt you.”

Her eyes broke away from the wall and turned to him. She saw how tired he looked and it had only been three and a half hours since they had last spoke. She knew she shouldn’t let him off that easily, but she also knew she wanted nothing more than to have him hold her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

“Farkle,” she began as she moved off of her bed and next to him, clutching his hand into hers. The bracelet she had given him had lost almost all of its integrity and color, but it was still seared into his skin. “You’re not selfish. I didn’t speak up either. But being scared isn’t an excuse, for either of us. So, right here, right now, we need honesty. One hundred percent, complete, and total honesty.”

He smiled at her, “I can do that.”

Placing her free hand over their conjoined ones, she whispered, “How do you feel about me? Am I just a nine month long booty call to you?”

He scoffed, “Of course not. Are you serious right now?

She looked incredibly serious.

“Oh my God you are serious. Alright, well. No. You’re not a booty call. You never have been and you never will be. You’re my best friend, and you’re also everything I’ve ever wanted or needed out of a partner, a teammate. Riley, you’re everything to me.”

“But you told Smackle that being a girlfriend and being a best friend are different,” she asked warily.

“With her, they were. Smackle and I never had what we have. We have,” he turned to face her and grabbed both of her hands, “We have history. We have a near life long bond. For us, being best friends and being more isn’t that far of a stretch. Name one thing that is noticeably different from before.”

Riley giggled and traced the bruise on his lower neck, “Well, this is certainly a new development.”

He laughed and grabbed the hand she was using to trace the bruise and brought it to his mouth, kissing it sweetly. “Besides that, nothing has changed. We are still us. Late night movie marathons, bagel runs, and mix cds, everything that we had is still what we have. And what we have is perfect.”

“But what is it that we have? Are we dating, are we friends with benefits? What is happening?”

He looked into her eyes deeper than he ever had before and drop his voice to a more serious tone, “What do you want?”

“I wasn’t lying when I made my resolution this year. I wanted to fall in love.”

The past tense stings, “Oh, well what do you want now.”
“I don’t want anything more. I already have you,” she pauses and smiles at him, “My resolution has been fulfilled.”

His heart stops and then starts going again at a mile a minute.

“Wait so does that mean that,” he was trying to stay calm but he couldn’t help the goofy smile breaking across his face.

“Yes. I love you, Farkle Minkus,” the goofy smile mirrored on her face as they giggled ridiculously.

“I love you too. So, so much,” he held his hands and kissed her knuckles again, “Since the first grade.”

She smiled back at him, “I can’t believe it took us ten years to get here, and the whole time we were right under each other’s noses.”

“I know, and now we’re dating,” he said with his smile wide and smug.

Her eyes widened with excitement and she squeezed his hands a little tighter, “We are?”

He laughed excitedly, “If you would do me the honors then yes, I would be honored to be your boyfriend. Beyond honored actually,” he paused, “I can’t think of a word that means more than honored right at this very moment, I’m a little flustered,” Riley laughed at that, “But yeah, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Riley cheered as she wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling him in for an embrace.

They stayed like that for a little while until Farkle started giggling.

“Why are you laughing?” Riley asked as she pulled back to look at him.

“I just think it’s funny that we did everything so out of order. We kissed, had,” his voice dropped to a whisper as a joke, “sex, and said I love you all before we started officially dating. Why are we like this?”

She laughed too, resting her head against his shoulder, “Oh well, I guess. Who cares. We’re together now,” she looked back up at him smiled.

He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers, “I’m never going to get tired of saying ‘I love you’ to you.”

Smiling and leaning in to kiss him, she hummed against his lips, “I’m never going to get tired of hearing it. I mean, it took you long enough.”

“That’s really rude, I’m fragile.”

“Whatever. Shut up and kiss me.”

“I mean, if you insist.”

Castle on the hill

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genres: a lot of angst, mention of tortures (nothing descriptive), fluff
Words: 3.330
Summary: Based on “Castle on the hill” by Ed Sheeran; a story of reader’s and Bucky’s meeting, getting together and then parting. There’s a happy ending, thou. 

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Killjoy (Teamiplier x NonBinaryReader) fluff drabble

Originally posted by markgrumps

(( gif not mine - beauties they are ))

(A/n): I thought this request was kinda cute tbh

Request:  Hey, you’re writing is really good! I’m sorry to bother you, but could I get a story about nonbinary reader being invited to a “girls’ night” sleepover with Kathryn and Amy, and spends the night super uncomfortable until they confess that they are not a girl, and so Kathryn and Amy immediately change it to a “no Mark, Ethan, Or Tyler is allowed” sleepover, they all have a good time? Thank you!

Warnings: None really, probably swearing tho

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“(Y/n)~!”

Two voices called out one name.

The person in question, yourself, made an effort to turn, but not to respond. You came face to face with Amy and Kathryn.

“You know what day it is?” Amy asked.

“Friday?” you guessed, offering a cheeky head tilt.

“Ding, ding, ding!” cheered Kathryn “And you know what the means right?”

Your shoulders instinctively went up and down, before you said a quiet “No…”

“It means girl’s night~!”

❆   ❆   ❆

How they captured you, you didn’t know. What you did know was that you were now in Amy’s bedroom, sat on the carpeted floor.

“So I have like three things planned,” said Amy “because I’m lazy.”

“One is watching a horror movie. Two, is doing our hair because I really want to  get my hands on (Y/n)’s hair. And three is messing with Mark.”

The blonde went down the list with ease. You would say you were only really interested in one, messing with Mark.

“Amy, you do know-”

“I VOTE HORROR MOVIE FIRST.” blurted Kathryn.

Her cutting you off was just bad luck. You wanted them both to know that you weren’t actually a girl. Though, you didn’t want to freak them out.

Amy beamed at Kathryn whom was beside you on the plush rug. She nodded in approval before skipping over to her T.V.

Grouping around its front as she pressed play, you gathered in your legs and hugged your knees. Sighing outwardly, the movie began.

❆   ❆   ❆

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy their company, because you did; it was that you didn’t enjoy the movie.

It was cheesy and predictable and you were bored fast.

You wiggled slightly from next to Amy, catching her eyes.

“What’s up?” she whispered.

“Nothing really.”

The girl served you a sly smirk and said “Is it too scary? Want to move on?”

About to deny, you opened your mouth, but your words were replaced with a scream. Not your own of course, Kathryn’s.

The brunette girl thrashed momentarily, grasping onto your swiftly.

Once again releasing a sigh, you stated “That might just be best…”

“Okay.” Amy agreed, standing.

She went and turned up the lights.

Setting Kathryn back from you, you stood as well. Pawing at your arm, you opened your mouth pretentiously, willing to try again.

“Amy, I really should tell you something.”

You thought now would be a good time to break truth. But it seemed the other two thought now to be a good time to prepare the bed you will all be sharing.

“Okay, you might want to stop.” you said again.

Both in unison, Kathryn and Amy stared at you.

“I, ah..” you coughed “I’m not a girl.

By saying this, you thought that the whole night might get canceled. That even though you’ve spent less than two hours in this room, it would still be over because they wouldn’t want to have a sleepover with someone like you any longer.

“You mean…?” Kathryn questioned.

“I’m non-binary.” you admitted.

Instead of much expected awkward silence, you were greeted with heartfelt laughs.

“Oh, alright!” said Amy “I understand.”

“What?” you whispered. Quietly, you shuffled your feet where you stood, opposite to the bed.

Amy smiled to you and made her way over to your form. She gently placed both hand on either of your shoulders and politely held your eyes.

“If you are still comfortable with it, why don’t we just change it to a ‘No Mark, Ethan, and Tyler aloud’ sleepover?”

The blonde’s words were soft and comforting.

“If that’s okay with you, of course.” you countered.

Kathryn butt in with “Why wouldn’t it be.”

Eventually, you matched Amy’s bright grin and showed it to both her and Kathryn. It bled appreciation.

“Is it still okay to fuck with Mark and the boys then?”

“As long as you know how to swing a pillow.” explained Kathryn as she laid out some blankets.

“Fuck yeah I do.”

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(A/n): hi yes I am terrible at keeping up with requests pls forgive