walk or bike to school

Je T’aime, Mon Cher Eddie

For @time-for-tozier who came up with this idea, I hope you like it!!

Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.

He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.

He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.

“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.

“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”

The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.

Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.

They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.

They were peaceful.

“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.

She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.

So what was Richie’s reason?

“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”

“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”

Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”

Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.

“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.

“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)

“What does that mean?”

“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”

“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.

“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”


The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.

“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.

“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.

“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.

“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”

Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”

“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”

“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”

“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”

Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”

“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.


Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.

“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

The person at his window was Richie.

“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.

“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.

Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.

That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”

“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)

Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.

Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.

She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times

She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.

“You need to tell him.”


“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”

“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.

A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.

“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.

“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.

(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)

J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.

(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)

Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.

(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)

Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.

(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)

Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.

(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)

Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.

(Okay, now for the real shit.)

Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.

(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)

Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.

(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)

Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.

(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”

Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.

A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.

“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.

As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.

He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.

He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.

Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.

Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.

“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.

“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.

“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.

“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”

Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.

This felt right. This felt like home.

Wanna One Kang Daniel Prince! AU (Part 2)

Here’s the second part of the Prince AU. You can find part 1 here and part 3 here; enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

Originally posted by seong-wu

  • School started up again soon after the holidays, and you were all ball of nerves about seeing Daniel again
  • You weren’t sure how you two would act together at school, if there would be any difference
  • If you two talked, the entire female population would attack you; and if your friendship had to be kept a secret, you would be disappointed
  • On the first day back, you could hardly focus in any of your classes before math
  • When the bell rang for you to leave your previous period, you ran to the bathroom and checked yourself out in the mirror, simultaneously scolding yourself
  • why am I this shaken up over him Jesus christ (Y/N) get it together
  • You shook your head in disbelief at yourself as you finally just sucked it up and walked to math
  • You trudged in the room, sketchily looking around with your head down, before you heard someone call out to you
  • “Hey (Y/N), we are switching seats this semester, come sit here!! Let’s be seat partners!” Daniel called out to you, a huge smile on his face, patting the seat next to him
  • He… he really just lives freely, doesn’t he? Take a lesson from him, (Y/N).
  • You couldn’t hide your happiness as you sat down next to him, right in the front of the class
  • “You’re good at math, right, (Y/N)? I’m totally going to cheat off you now!!” Daniel exclaimed, relentlessly poking your arm
  • The class soon started, and you both just played hangman and tictactoe and chatted over a piece of notebook paper, the teacher rolling her eyes at the both of you
  • You two weren’t disturbing anyone, and the teacher knew that 1. Daniel wouldn’t pay attention either way, and 2. you would do well on your tests/quizzes anyway
  • Suddenly, school had become a lot more fun
  • Word spread quickly around the school, that Daniel had a new friend… a new girl friend.
  • Suddenly you started getting weird looks from people, and sudden requests to become your friend
  • You were taken aback by the sudden attention, but didn’t do anything about it
  • You just hung out with a couple of your old friends, who thankfully didn’t even bother questioning you about Daniel at all; they seemed to know you would tell them when you were ready
  • They had already known about your childhood friendship with Daniel, anyway
  • Ong and Jaehwan, though, got all the information they needed from Daniel
  • They learned the entire story, and they had also known that you were Daniel’s old friend
  • Anyway you didn’t see Daniel really for the rest of the school day, because you two were in different classes/years, so it wasn’t a surprise when you didn’t meet him again
  • This pattern continued throughout the week: having fun with Daniel in math, only for him to be whisked off to the palace by his bodyguards as soon as school ended every day
  • But something different happened on the Friday of that week
  • As you walked out of school ready to bike home, but your bike was nowhere to be found
  • Instead, you saw two men in black suits standing near the racks
  • “Please come with us, Miss (Y/L/N). Your bike is in the car,” one said, pointing at a sleek black car parked in front of the school. “The Royal Family requests your presence at the palace.”
  • “Uhhh what nobody told me about this,” you mumbled, as the men leaded you towards the car
  • You entered the car, to find Daniel in the seat next to you
  • “What’s up?”
  • “As if I would know, dumbass,” you rolled your eyes, punching his arm
  • For the car ride to the palace, you and Daniel just theorized about various reasons that the King and Queen would want to talk to you
  • “Maybe you clogged one of the toilets at the party”
  • “What the hell, man”
  • “Or you fell asleep on the couch in that room and drooled on it and now you have to replace it hA”
  • “jesus fuck Dan just shut up”
  • When you two finally arrived at the palace, you two got out of the car, Daniel slamming the door behind him as you tried to exit from his side after him
  • “Prince. Please don’t delay us, we need to meet the Queen and King.” a stern voice called (probably one of the bodyguards), shutting up Daniel’s weird laughter (you know what I’m talking about)
  • “Ha, take that loser,” you called back at him, exiting the car
  • “You’re the loser, have fun with whatever my parents want you for,” Daniel said, playfully shoving you, walking away from you and the guards, probably to his own room
  • “Prince, you also have to come along, the King and Queen also want to see you.” A guard said, confusing the both of you
  • What matter could concern the both of you? Another party? What is going on
  • You and Daniel were both sat down in a very fancy looking room, with multiple seats arranged around a round table
  • You two whispered to each other, before the King and Queen entered, sitting down across from you both
  • “Daniel! (Y/N)! How are you both? How was your day at school today?” The Queen excitedly asked
  • You both looked at each other in confusion, before saying what you had “learned” in math today, Daniel revealing that you were now seat mates with one another
  • “Oh, well that’s just great! Glad to see you two are getting along so well, it looks like you two should be able to settle down together very well in the future,” The King said, bobbing his head in an approving nod
  • You and Daniel were in complete confusion, staring at Daniel’s parents as they both beamed at you two
  • “Ah, well I guess we haven’t really explained this properly, but you two get the gist, no?” The Queen said, catching sight of your confused gazes. “Well it’s obvious that (Y/N) here is the most reasonable choice for the Princess; out of all the women we have seen for the past couple of years have not even come close to the bright and genuine aura (Y/N) exudes! You two are perfect together!”
  • Your mouth had dropped open, blankly staring at the King and Queen, who were just excitedly giggling to themselves
  • You turned your eyes to Daniel, his eyes narrowed at his parents
  • “You two can’t be serious. How can you force her to get married at such a young age? Shouldn’t she have input in this matter?”
  • You blankly nodded. Marriage? What the hell?
  • You had wanted to get closer to Daniel, but marriage? That was a rest of life thing here, and you were perfectly content with your crush on him; being the Princess would make your life so unbelievably complicated
  • “Oh, well we don’t want you two to get married now, at least finish your college first, we just thought that you should both just be aware of this arrangement,” The King clarified
  • “Still! How can you expect to even want to commit to this now?” Daniel stood up, his hands on the table, as you nodded along
  • You didn’t dare speak out against the King and Queen, so you were thankful at least Daniel was being sane here
  • “Oh, well (Y/N) technically doesn’t have to commit to the marriage now, we just at least want the both of you to give a shot at a relationship and living together. We aren’t letting (Y/N) pass by, she is the first girl we have approved of in the years we have been looking for someone. Don’t take this as a joke, Daniel. You know the legacy of the family name is very important to the establishment of our rule.” The Queen said
  • “Yes, and if it happens that after trying with one another that (Y/N) or you do not feel like this is the best arrangement, then we will not have to continue with the marriage. What we are asking is very reasonable in our opinion; we aren’t forcing anything onto you in the long term. We are just kindly requesting that you will both make an attempt. This is a very serious matter.” The King continued
  • Well, that didn’t sound so bad. You two could just hang out for sometime, and then say that you two just want to remain as friends in the end.
  • You looked at Daniel and shrugged, signaling that this was fine with you
  • Daniel sighed, and nodded at his parents, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the room
  • You forgot sometimes, but Daniel was really a Prince, he really was royalty. For fuck’s sake, he was Prince of the entire country
  • For how down-to-earth he is, you sometimes forgot that you two really had completely different lives.
  • Daniel silently dragged you to a flight of stairs, leading you up to the second floor. You hadn’t been up there since you were like five
  • Happy memories flooded you as you stared down the huge hallways, remembering the old times where you, Daniel and Jisung used to race down the corridors
  • You were caught up in your own thoughts, not noticing that Daniel had led you into a huge bedroom
  • Daniel finally said something
  • Well, it was not really a coherent word
  • More like a primal scream, as he jumped face first onto a humongous bed that looked really fluffy
  • He let out really weird sounds into his pillow, slamming his legs repeatedly into the mattress
  • You walked up to him, poking his shoulder, making Daniel stop and stare at you through half-lidded eyes
  • “Try it, (Y/N). It’s therapeutic.” Daniel said, turning his face back into the white bedsheets, scooting over to make room for you
  • You weren’t even skeptical; you plunged onto the bed, both of you acting like deranged demonic toddlers
  • The both of you, at the moment, had nothing to say to one another – you both were equally taken aback at this sudden news, and for the time being, this was all you two could do
  • After a couple minutes of this… exorcism or whatever it was, your cries of the both of you just turned into tired sighs, once in a while kicking the bed
  • And without realizing it, you just fell asleep in Daniel’s super comfortable bed
  • “Do you want to stay for dinner today? It’s already evening,” Daniel called to you from the other side of the bed, facing away from you
  • He was met with silence, and crawled over to you in response, pulling your hair
  • Still receiving no reaction from you, he peered over your motionless body to see your eyes shut, deeply asleep
  • “That fast? Stupid,” Daniel laughed, about to pinch your nose to stop you from breathing, before his hand stopped in front of your face
  • He looked at you, unable to stop his concerns from popping into his mind
  • Wife? Princess? (Y/N)? We just reunited as friends, and now that has to change?
  • He breathed out, moving his hand back and plopping back on the bed next to you
  • Not that I would mind (Y/N) as the princess, he thought, staring at the back of your head
  • Pretty funny that this is even happening, I used to joke about marrying her when we were kids…
  • Daniel knew that for royal families, marrying someone you truly love is a very rare occurrence, and most marriages are completely arranged
  • I’m lucky enough Mom and Dad are trying to find someone who is more than a business deal, but that would mean (Y/N) would have to be cooped up in the palace for the rest of her life, and live completely in the public’s eye…
  • Daniel deeply sighed and smothered his face in his pillow again, pushing all the thoughts that were consuming him out of his mind
  • Ah whatever, this is so confusing, let’s just forget about all of this now
  • He forgot all about bugging you for dinner, and fell into sleep next to you
  • zzzzzzzzz….
  • You two slept peacefully for around an hour before a sharp noise blared into Daniel’s room
  • “Prince? Miss (Y/L/N)? Dinner is ready. Please come to the dining room,” a voice called through an intercom, waking the both of you up
  • You opened you eyes, and rolled around in the bed, only to come face to face with Daniel
  • You were about to scream, slapping your hand over your mouth, your heart rapidly picking up pace
  • jesus christ could I get a warning here?
  • You stared at Daniel’s face, his teeth gritting together once in a while as he slept – the intercom failed to wake him up
  • I can’t believe this is happening, getting to spend time with him… but marriage? Isn’t that a bit much…
  • You were deep in thought, before the voice from the speakers blared again, asking you two to immediately come down
  • “Daniel, Daniel wake up,” you said, gently shaking him so that he would wake up
  • “Stopppp ittttt,” Daniel whined, pulling the blanket to cover him face
  • You couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden burst of cuteness, seeming like a little kid, making you think of similar situations when you two were younger
  • Jisung and you would always team up and torture Daniel with tickle fights (he was super sensitive) when he was sleeping
  • Without realizing, your hands had slid under the blanket, grabbing Daniel’s torso and evilly giggling before you started violently tickling him
  • “(Y/N)!!!!!! YOU BETTER STOP THIS!!!”
  • “nEVER!!!!” (lmao never) you screamed back at him, before he grabbed you and started tickling you back
  • “wha- NO NO NO NO NO NO NO STOP NO” you gasped, out of breath, as you writhed under his grasp, unable to fight back
  • “HA, take THAT” Daniel yelled, tackling you and flipping you over in bed, pinning both your hands with one arm while tickling you with the other
  • “Looks like you two are getting along quite well.” a different voice called out to you, making both you and Daniel freeze in place, you pinned under him, the both of you realizing just how close to one another you two were
  • You both looked up in unison, finding a bodyguard dude at the door with his arms crossed, the King and Queen behind him
  • You and Daniel sprang apart, desperately claiming to all three that it wasn’t what they were thinking, still breathing heavily from the tickling
  • “I knew something was going on; Daniel’s never late for dinner,” the Queen snickered, dragging the King and the bodyguard out of the room, saying that they should “let you two do what you needed”
  • There was no point in arguing with the King and Queen, after all they were the ones who wanted you two to get married
  • You and Daniel stood there in his room, quiet once again, your face heating up in embarrassment
  • You looked up at Daniel, his own eyes darting shyly around the room to avoid your gaze, his own cheeks tinged with a pink blush
  • You two just stood there like the awkward people you are, until your stomach growled, the weird atmosphere between the two of you instantly clearing
  • “Okay, (Y/N), we’ll go eat now, whatever you say,” Daniel said, patting your stomach, making you jerk back in response, still sensitive from the tickle fight but mostly shocked from the sudden contact
  • “Too soon, man, too soon,” you managed to blurt out, kicking him, running out of his room to the dining room, to escape from Daniel
  • Daniel… he still acts like the kid he used to be… but it feels so different now…
  • Do I like him for real?

Part 1, Part 3

A/N: Sorry for that kinda sudden ending, lmao. This was getting kinda long and I wanted to post for y’all :) I guess this AU isn’t wrapping up yet, wanted the progression to be ~natural~ so looks like there will be another part of this, at the least.

Thanks for your patience and sorry for not updating in the past few days! 

Also thanks for 600 followers!

Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

Before the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever. Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.

words: 1974

Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four -  Part Five - Part Six    

Such a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.

           The next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not have them humiliate him.

           Then the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending?  There you could not help to think of how both Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant, the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic. Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.

           With you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl, Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her choice, but she would do anything for your father.

           These days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue & Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had “fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.


           You were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change, Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was just happy you weren’t just the “hippie”  artist.  I did say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen. And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and decided to go to Pops.

           As you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip across him in the booth.

“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no more uniform?” he retorted.

“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and Ronnie were coming into Pops

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals with his fingers.

“I just don’t want this to take time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.

“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.

“I only did this, because Ronnie made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.

“Oh come on I just recently met you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into our conversation.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle

and so we kept on talking until it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug trying to fix up his novel.

“Get some rest” you say to Jug as you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you goodbye.

The next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.

“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, grabbing your stuff for practice later.

“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you asked as you reached them in the kitchen.

“We are having dinner with The Mantles on Friday night” your father answered

“And we need you home and go buy yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she continued dads sentence.

Confused as to what’s going on since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”

Dad just shoots you a look “Its business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”

You nod and make your way to the door and get the bike to get to school.

As you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit, he appears with a smug look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N), looking good today, um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely look good today.”

“I’d like to think so” you retort “but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie

“Well a bit, but I always have to compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks

“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.

“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up, “um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie

“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies as Jug likes to call them.

“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?”  Betty questions me.

“Is there something I’m missing here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on

“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.

The day goes by and during lunch you head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.

“No, I got some things to do at home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me devilish smirk

“It is not like that Cheryl, just a business dinner” you answer annoyed.

“I always did think he’d end up with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she stated with sly smile.

The week went by and you bought yourself a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred jeans and t-shirt on any occasion. It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug, Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.

“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev

“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday night then?” Kevin asks

“Yeah, I think I can, how about you guys?” you ask the rest of the group

“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while Betty nods

“I’m in!” Veronica states “What about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.

“Yeah” the red-haired boy answered.

Reggie made his way to the table

“Hope you’re not making any plans for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie states with a puppy dog expression.

“Oh, God please don’t call me that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.

“What? You love it when I call you that!” Reggie proclaims

“Yeah when we were eight” you declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.

“Well he’s been awfully sweet to you lately” Betty announces to the group

“It’s probably because he doesn’t want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.

“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against his heart.

“I promise, he’s yours for the taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.

At the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk to you.

“Hey (Y/N), look if you like Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even give me the time of day, I mean…”

You grab her by the shoulder and cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I have never thought about him like that, never.”

Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”

“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure her.

She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”

You bid goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.

Man it is going to a long night…

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

Ok so during my junior year some dipshit thought it’d be fun to plan a food fight. The problem was that the teachers caught wind of it and the admins had more teachers than usual guard the cafeteria. Like they thought that would make a difference. Anyway, so the food fight gets started, idk who started it, I hear it was some sophomore, but everyone eating in the gym heard about it and stood outside of the cafeteria watching all of the chaos ensue.

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. That same day the seniors decided to do their senior prank, which wasn’t creative at all. They were gonna go through the halls and have a party or something (memory is failing me), but there was this one kid and let’s call him Kevin because I don’t remember his name…it may have been Kevin. So Kevin comes in with the crowd on a bike dressed up in a Gumby costume (that weird green claymation character). Our principal is so pissed at the prank and food fight that he fucking checks Kevin into the lockers and off his bike. 

So Kevin was forbidden from walking at graduation, but our school started a “Free Gumby” campaign to have him walk. Like there were t-shirts and a facebook page and shit. And y'know what? IT FUCKING WORKED. When they called Kevin’s name at graduation everyone shouted “GUMBY!” And the weird thing is that my school had more weird shit that happened…

Byeler headcanon 🚲💗

When Will was around 7 or 8, all of his friends got bikes for Christmas and he was really disappointed that he didn’t get one, but he didn’t say anything to Joyce about it, because he knew that they were struggling to afford bills and clothes etc, so he never mentioned anything to her about the bike.

He would walk to school with the boys and they’d all be on their new bikes, Lucas and Dustin speeding off in the distance, racing each other, laughing loudly as they rode along. Mike would ride slowly beside Will, so that he didn’t get left behind, before stopping and letting him get on the back of his bike and ride with him. Will would always love riding with Mike, clutching on to his jacket and feeling the wind brush against his face as they rode along. He would smile vehemently and play silly games with Mike as they went along, like drawing things on Mike’s back with his finger and having Mike guess what he was drawing. Mike would always laugh, as it was always a dinosaur, Mike’s favourite toy he had.

One day Mike asks Will to come over to his house after school as he has something for him. Will goes with him after school, eagerly wondering what it is Mike is talking about. They walk into the garage to see Mike’s bike propped up in the middle of the room, with a red bow tied to it. Will looks confused and Mike says, “It’s yours! I got a new bike for my birthday, so I don’t need this one now! It’s all yours!” Will can’t believe it and starts jumping up and down like mad. He runs over to Mike and hugs him tightly, still while bouncing up and down from excitement. Mike laughs and says, “ I take it you like it then!?” Will’s tightening grip on Mike, answers the question for him.

Mike then spends Sunday afternoons teaching Will how to ride it. Mike starts off by holding the back of the bike as Will wobbles along, and he falls off every once in a while, and Mike freezes for a second wondering if his friend is okay, but then Will laughs and they both end up in a fit of laughter together. Eventually Will gets the hang of it and ends up being just as good as Mike.

They both take early morning bike rides around the rural areas of Hawkins and one day when Mike’s bike is in for a repair at the shop, Will takes great joy in saying, “Need a ride?” They both ride off on Will’s bike, him feeling warm and fuzzy at his best friend wrapping his arms around him so tightly. Every once in a while, Will pretends his bike has gone for a repair, just to ride on the back of Mike’s bike with him. Mike knows that Will just says it so he can ride with him, but he doesn’t mind, if anything, he quite enjoys having his best friend riding with him and drawing silly doodles on his back of objects, and him having to guess what they are, before they both burst into fits of laughter over how what Will draws on his back, feels nothing like what he says it is, but Will argues that he’s just playing the game all wrong.

Cinderella PT 2 - Jughead Jones

Okay so Cinderella went down REALLY well and I’m pretty sure I would be skinned alive  if I didn’t do a part 2 so HERE YA GO. THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG SERIES WITH SOME CHEEKY CLIFFHANGERS!!! Feel free to send me feedback/suggestions!

Words: 3,865

Warnings: Description of cuts (not self inflicted) and violence / Swearing galore


Jagged cuts, twisting like vines up your arms from shards of bottle glass. Red eyes, dried up from fallen tears. You looked like a mess.

Last night had been the most free night of your life since your Mother died. You’d danced with a boy who made your insides flutter and for the first time in forever you finally felt as if you were worth something. Of course, that feeling couldn’t last forever. It had taken the strike of a clock at midnight to remind you of your fate, awaiting you at home. A reminder that you weren’t free, and probably never would be. 

The second you had stepped in the front door, you’d felt a rough fist grab you, pulling you by the hair, as you screamed, into the kitchen. Your step-mum, in all her drunken glory, shouting  swears and profanities at you. She wouldn’t stop throwing stuff either, carelessly, not really worried if whatever she was throwing hit you or didn’t hit you. You managed to escape, with a palette of bruises, small scars and a deep gash on your leg from where your step-mum had picked up a whole box of empty bottles and smashed them at your feet. Anna and Drew had decided to stay at Cheryl’s house, so you didn’t see them for the rest of the night. 

Once the assault had finally ended, you had used the little energy you had left to go upstairs and tend to your wounds in the bathroom. You liked to think of them as battle scars. That’s what your Mother would say…

“(Y/N)! What on earth have you done you silly goose,” Your Mother, in all her radiant beauty, picked a tearful 5 year old you off the gravel pavement of your driveway and sat you down on a bench. She wiped away your tears, seating you on her lap as she brushed down your dress affectionately.

“I fell over,” You pouted, pointing to your knee. A barely visisble red cut had formed and your Mother chuckled under her breath, before leaning down and kissing it gently.

“Oh no darling, how did you manage that?” She played along with your exaggeration, putting on a fake frown.

“I was playing princesses, because I’ve always wanted to be a princess! We were being attacked by trolls, so I was leading my kingdom into battle, but I tripped! I’m an awful princess,” You shook your head, wiping away any stray tears with your clenched fists. Your mother took your hands and uncurled your fingers from their tight ball, one by one. She held them close to her heart before bending down so she was on eye level with you. She smiled at you, her eyes filled with love.

“You are a beautiful princess. A princess doesn’t have to be graceful, she has to be strong, and that’s just what you showed by braving a deadly fight with the trolls! But perhaps, maybe nobody would have to get hurt if you would talk to the trolls. Make a peace. Where there is kindness, there is goodness and where there is goodness, there is magic. Have courage my little princess, and be kind.”

Memories of your mother consumed you for the rest of the night, as you curled up tight, crying softly to yourself as nobody else could listen.

You wanted to be the princess that she always wanted you to be.

But it was so hard to be kind when people spat at your feet and showered you in hate.

You woke up in the morning, feeling tired and weighed down by the events of last night. Your mind drifted towards Jughead. What did he think of you after what you did? He probably thought you were some kind of selfish bitch, although you were used to that opinion. The thought of someone you really liked thinking about you that way bothered you. Was this the name you would make for yourself?

You had to pick yourself up and carry on. The likely situation, would be that Jughead and his friends would never speak to you again, and you would spend the rest of your high school days alone as you did before.

You were such a wallflower that you couldn’t even be bothered to make an effort with your appearance. You threw on a comfy, oversized grey sweater, black leggings and matching converse. You tied your hair up in a messy bun and only touched up with light makeup, especially around the eyes to conceal their puffy and red exterior. 

The house was quiet and you didn’t dare make a sound. Your step-mother was probably crashed on the couch. She wouldn’t be as angry as yesterday if you woke her up but it would give her enough reason to scream profanities and you didn’t have the energy to deal with her this early in the morning.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder, preparing to leave for the walk to school, considering your bike had been vandalised. Something caught your eye on the way out your bedroom though, and you turned around to look at the hook on the back of the door. Your mask from last night, still in perfect condition along with a zipped bag that contained your dress. A haunting reminder of Cheryl’s party. You were of course, missing some components of your outfit, including the bejewelled necklace and shoes. The shoes were probably back in Veronica’s closet but you couldn’t imagine the look on her face if you told her that you’d thrown away the necklace. Another hit-list you would be added to.

You shook your head, leaving the outfit untouched as you managed to creep your way downstairs and out the front door, heading for school.

The school hallways were the same as ever. Jocks pressing cheerleaders up against the lockers for impromptu make-out sessions, public arguments, people who were too loud for their own good, people who wanted to get out of the crowded hallway as soon as possible, popular kids, non-popular kids, normal kids. And then you, so bland to an outsider that you couldn’t be placed in a category. Too naive and pretty, the perfect girl next door with good looks and good grades.

You were so much more. If only people knew.

“Chin up princess or your crown will slip”

Your mother would say to you. Don’t let people put you down. Those who put you down only feel bad about themselves, and you should try and reach out to them. 

Your thoughts clouded your head, so you didn’t realise when an arm reached out to grab you. You let out a tiny yelp, that was drowned by the noise of the hallway, as the person latched onto your arm, pulling you into the Janitor’s closet. You managed to push them off of you before stepping back to look at your kidnapper. Kidnappers.

Betty and Veronica, arms crossed, staring at you so intensely they could start a fire. They stepped to the side, to reveal that behind them was the boy you’d danced with the night before. You felt your face flush crimson as he stared at you with a similar intensity before stepping forward.

“(Y/N)…” he began but you cut him off quick.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll work days on end to pay for the necklace, and anything else I damaged. I didn’t mean to leave like that it’s just, my step-mo-” It was now Jughead’s turn to interrupt you as he pulled you in to a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing soothing circles where his hands lay. You were stiff with surprise, before melting into his arms and letting out a small sob. It was so relieving to finally have someone to lean on. You couldn’t help but feel weak though. 

When the two of you finally broke apart, Veronica and Betty went in for a reassuring hug, before linking arms and leaving the tight closet, so you two could spend the time alone together.

“Bets and Ronnie told me about your home life,” He confessed and you hung your head in shame. “You should have told someone,” His voice was now a whisper, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, they were drowning in concern and that one helpless look that you knew too well.

“I couldn’t. She’d kill me,” You bit your lip, trying to stop the tear dam from overflowing for the 80th time since last night. You couldn’t help but cling to him again, desperately searching for something to hold onto. He let you, soothingly rubbing your back as you buried your head in his shoulder. He froze, and you realised the sleeves of your sweater had rode up during the hug. You tried to play it off but he had already seen the bottle cuts. 

“Were these…did you?” Jughead was speechless and you shook your head rapidly.

“No no no. They’re from bottles that she threw at me when I got home late,” You sounded like you were reassuring him but this really wasn’t any better than what he thought you had done in the first place.

“My god (Y/N)” He traced his fingers up them at a slow pace, causing you to feel waves of shivers. “We have to tell someone, anyone.”

You shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping you. “Please Jug, don’t you think I’ve tried to reach out once or twice? Nobody will listen to me. I’m not worth people’s time. Especially with Anna and Drew now on Cheryl’s side and no proof of what they do to me. If I tried to reach out, I would be labelled as an attention seeking whore,” You choked out, your voice raw from the sobbing. You were so done with tears. You made to leave but Jughead grasped your wrist, pulling you so hard that you stumbled into him, hands pushing into his chest. You felt embarrassed all over again, and when you looked up at him he was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. You jumped back, hiding your face in your baggy sweater so he couldn’t see your overwhelming tomato blush.

“Seriously though, don’t go, not yet,” He whispered. “Stay.”

He sounded so genuine and vulnerable. You sighed, before pulling up a small stool that the Janitor used to reach higher windows on tall walls and sitting down, waiting for what Jughead had to say.

“What if I told you I did have proof?” 

“I would say you’re lying to me and this is some kind of sick joke but I guess that gives you an insight in to how low my expectations have fallen at this point.”

He rolled his eyes and you chuckled in response.

“Me and Betty were at the party to interrogate certain people on Jason Blossom’s murder for the Blue and Gold, we carried around a voice recorder. I couldn’t stand how sociable it was, being an antisocial myself, so I gave Betty the recorder and sulked off for the rest of the party until you found me. Long story short, she recorded your sisters recording me and you but they ended up saying shitty things about you and how they were going to expose you so Bob’s your uncle, there’s your proof! This could change everything,” Jughead paced back and forth, pausing every now and then so you could take things in. He looked excited at the end for your reaction, but you looked deadly pale.

“Anna and Drew know I was at the party?” You whispered, eyes widening in fear. This clearly wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for and he bent down so he was eye level for you, resting his warm hands over your shaking ones.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We have weapon on our side here, we could use this to our advantage!” He rubbed your hands together. You hated how he talked about this as if it were some kind of huge game or war.

“And they have huge dirt on me. They could show my step-mum. She’d skin me alive. Find a way to frame me for stealing the outfit, beat me to death no matter what counter evidence you have,” You picture her face, her rage. Your whole body was violently shaking now.

“We could gather more against your step-mum overtime, this will just stop your sisters in the mean time. They’ve built themselves a reputation over the past couple of weeks and they wouldn’t dare spoilt it,” He pulled you off of the stool and into another tight hug. Your head rested on his lap as you tried to calm yourself. Think happy thoughts.

Princess. Scars. Record. Necklace. Shoes. Advantage. Proof. Don’t go. Please. Stay.

Words that wouldn’t stop repeating and ringing in your ear.

You’d left the closet, Jughead at your side. He’d tried to reassure you and although you felt better than before, you still doubted this whole muddle that you were caught up in. You wished that the ground would open up, devouring you into the darkness below.

You made it through most of the day without an issue. Sadly, just after lunch you ended up running into the people you wanted to avoid the most. You were walking down the hall towards the water fountain, throat parched from the outdoor heat.

“(Y/N) is it?” A voice called your name and you froze. You were never acknowledged in these halls. You turned around and met face to face with the demon queen of high school herself, Cheryl Blossom. 

You nodded your head as a response, over analysing all of her movements and gestures in your head. Why was she talking to you? Why did she care? “Honey, you can speak. I don’t bite,” She giggled sickeningly, before linking her arm in yours. The two of you continued to walk down the corridors, not really going anywhere, you just let Cheryl lead you.

“Umm Cheryl, what… what do you want?” You asked, fearing the worst.

“I just wanted to walk and talk. According to your sisters, my newest henchmen, you were killing it at my party last night. They showed me a picture,” Cheryl’s overly sweet voice made you feel sick to your stomach, as you just tried to go along with what she was saying.

“Thank you,” You mumbled and Cheryl flipped back her long, ruby locks.

“Honestly I don’t know why you don’t come to my parties more often when you strut around wearing dresses like this,” She stopped, pulling out her phone and showing you a screenshot. It was a screenshot of the video. Did Anna and Drew send this to her? You were holding Jughead’s hands, your dress exposed to the moonlight, basking in it’s intricate and elegant design with pride. You couldn’t help but think you actually looked beautiful. When you looked back to Cheryl with a soft smile on your face, your mood was shattered by her sudden cold, piercing eyes. “Where did you get it?” Her tone sounded mocking and you instantly ripped your arm away from hers.

Cheryl tilted her head in feign hurt and bewilderment as you backed away from her. She was giving you disturbing vibes and you didn’t want to be alone with her in this hallway anymore. You rushed down the stairs, merging in with the now crowded ground floor hallways now that lunch was over. You thought you were safe, leaning against your locker and taking in deep breaths. 

Two arms slammed down at either side of your head, but they were from different people. You were trapped once again, the sense of freedom flying even further away. You suddenly missed not mattering at all, to anyone. You shouldn’t have gone to that stupid party.

Anna and Drew loomed over you and although they weren’t that taller than you, you couldn’t feel any more small. Drew dug her nails into your wrist, so different to how Jughead had handled you. She dragged you into an empty classroom before slamming you up against a whiteboard, Anna hot on her tail.

“Listen fat freak,” Drew hissed and you winced. “Did you really think you could just skip back into school like nothing happened? Did you not get wasted as you grinded on that boy last night?” She spat the words, spewing lava that burned you. 

The way she twisted the romance, the happiness that you had felt made everything so much worse. As if they were taking away your safe haven.

“I didn-” You began but your step-sisters simultaneously slammed their hands down at your sides again and you jolted, stopping dead in your tracks.

“We have video evidence of everything that happened. Imagine if we were to leak this to a certain someone. We could twist the story, innocent girl gone rogue,” Drew continued to jeer. Anna didn’t say much, she just nodded every now and then.

“My-my friends.. they have audio evidence of you. It could ruin you,” You mustered up your confidence, chin help up in defiance.

Keep your head up Princess.

“Your friends? Pfft! Anyone can be bribed princess,” Drew mocked. “They’re not your friends. Besides, what will it do? What we said about you, Mummy would agree with and you know it. Us being a bit bitchy won’t stop her from beating you to a bloody pulp.”

You closed your eyes, trying to block out the images that were forming in your mind. The bottles. The boxes of empty bottles.

“What do you want from me?” Your voice cracked, head down, tears spilling.

“A lot, but you’ll learn soon enough. You have a debt to pay if you want to keep this under lock and key (Y/N)” She toyed with her phone, the video tauntingly paused on the screen.

“D, that’s enough, she gets the point,” Anna sighed, grabbing her sisters hand and pulling her off of you and out of the room. Drew wouldn’t stop glaring at you.

“The game has begun bitch,” Was the last thing you heard, and you slumped  down, head in your hands.

Here lies Celia (Y/L/N)

Loving wife of Thomas (Y/L/N)

And Mother of (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

A Queen in other’s eyes, she will be missed.

You read the epitaph over and over again every time you visited her grave. Beside it, you lay down another bouquet of white lilies. You just stood there, staring. You would look like a creep to a bystander but you didn’t care. You found comfort in talking to your Mother. She would always listen.

“I can’t do it Mum,” You shook your head, kicking the ground with frustration, accidentally shovelling earth with the heels of your feet. “My whole life I’ve dedicated to kindness, to tolerance and to resilience and to patience and all the values you taught me. You taught me to keep my head up strong and to believe in myself. You taught me that kindness is the route of all good magic. How am I supposed to believe in myself when nobody else does?” 

You would always let everything go here, this was your time away from home, from school, from the drama to scream out loud and just let it all go.

“I want to Mother, I want to be the princess that you want me to be. But how can I be graceful if I just keep falling down. How can I be pretty when I’m decorated in scars. These aren’t battle scars, these are just reminders that I’M WEAK, THAT’S ALL I AM. I’M WEAK AND I’M ALONE AND…. and… I’m afraid,” You felt yourself crumple into a pile on the floor sobbing into the mud. You didn’t care how crazy or dirty you looked. The only time people noticed you is when you were flawed. You did good things for others all the time but people only cared about when you fucked up.

You felt so fake. Like a Barbie doll. Other people were pulling the puppet strings and you felt so weak and vulnerable. So fake.


“I can’t believe you’ve never had a burger before,” Jughead’s mouth was full of food as he talked and you almost choked with laughter. He had invited you to study at Pop’s after school. When he found out you had never tried a burger before in your life, her forgot about studying and made it his mission to get you to try one of Pop’s very own. ‘Why not start with the best’ he’d said and you had to admit, it was pretty damn delicious.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just the queen of microwave dinners,” You laughed and he smirked, shaking his head. It had been a week since the incident with Drew and Anna. You had confided in Betty and Veronica about what happened. You told Jughead about Cheryl, but not about your stepsisters because you really didn’t want to worry him. Especially now that you were spending time together like this, times where you felt happy. You couldn’t dream of ruining that.

Besides, it didn’t prove to be that much of an issue. It had been a week and their threats had not fallen through, which gave you some hope that this would all be over before you knew it. Juggie and Betty had accepted you into the Blue & Gold, so you had an excuse to spend a lot of time at Betty’s house. You could also focus your mind on something else and it was really helping your fragile mental state.

You’d gained confidence through hanging out with the SBC and you were beginning to finally see the positive outcome of that fateful night at the party. 

But when something is going right for you, it’s just not allowed to last for long is it?

You were currently having a “Pop’s Fries Scoffing Competition” with Jughead and were winning by a mile when Jughead’s phone began to buzz, violently. As in, it wouldn’t stop buzzing. It wasn’t a phone call though, just someone who seemed very eager to text him. He ended up getting so distracted that he had to stop ‘scoffing’ and check his notifications, a look of clear annoyance plastered on his face.

You were busy gloating about your glory, doing a victory dance. Jughead’s eyes were wide, with fear and shock as he dropped his phone on the table, the loud bang stirring you from your imaginary victory parade.

“What’s wrong sourpuss? Sad you lost?” You smirked, reaching over to steal his food, the prize of the bet. Another reason the two of you got on so well was your shared love of food, specifically trashy junk food which did not in any way treat your body like a temple.

“The voice recording,” He slowly rose from his side of the booth. You tensed, putting a fry which was on it’s way to your mouth back down again. 

“What about it?” You were afraid to ask, because judging by his expression, it wasn’t positive news.

“It’s gone.”

Here lies Celia (Y/L/N)

Loving wife of Thomas (Y/L/N)

And Mother of -

The only remaining evidence left of the now destroyed gravestone.


DISCLAIMER: I spell Mum as Mum because I’m British and it’s just a habit, although i did use the word ‘candy’ in a fic once rather than ‘sweets’. I apologise for my inconsistency :3

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Dating Clay Jensen would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Awww Clay :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him walking or biking to your house to pick you up and go to school together, making you smile at how adamant he wants to spend time with you

-Calling him “Helmet” on a daily basis to make him laugh, only for him to find you a befitting nickname for you to tease you back

-Him and you working at the Crestmont and always having a silly little play fight there, only to almost get fired a few times

-Him reaching to hold your hand as you’d both walk into school as he just wants to feel it before leaving for class

-You and him always coming up with clever ways to ask each other out to dances

-Him subtly asking Jeff or Tony on what he should do with you on the weekends, only for you to end up having great dates with him

-You and him being each other’s first time and just having a silly time before it turns serious and passionate

-Him always making you laugh with his comments and suggestions

-Him sneaking into your room at night to spend time with you, only to always use the excuse that he was helping you with homeworks whenever your parents catches him

-Him biking across town to get you whatever he knows you might need or want whenever you’re upset, only to rush over and give it to you, making you feel better and so loved

-Him and you hanging out with Tony and his boyfriend a lot

-Him having the courage to tell you that he loves you, making you smile

Archie Andrews - not exactly the jealous type

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

You looked around the canteen, searching for an empty table. There was an empty spot at the table of Archie Andrews and his friends. You looked around one more time, making sure it really was the only spot, and sat down, three chairs away from their little group. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them, it just sucked that even though you had a crush on Archie for the longest time, he hadn’t even as much as noticed you during the past years. You plugged in your earphones to listen to your favourite song, and grabbed the book you were currently reading. You were so caught up in the story, living between the characters, you hadn’t noticed the people around you leaving. When you finally looked up from your book to sneak a peek at Archie, you realised you were completely alone at the table. You checked your phone and cursed. The first bell had already ringed, and hurried to your next class.

A yawn escaped from your mouth as you walked into the music room at school. You often came here as early as you could, to be surrounded by the instruments, to soak in the presence of music, to enjoy the silence… but most importantly, to use your voice. To play the instruments, to make music, to break the silence. Nearly no one knew you loved to sing, because you never did it in the presence of others. You didn’t really have much friends, not because something was wrong with you or something, but because you’d never met the right person to actually maintain a friendship with.  You sat down behind the piano, and started singing, your fingers softly touching the keys as sweet sounds filled the room. When the door flew open, you jumped, immediately getting quiet and shoving away from the piano. In the doorway stood no one less than Archie Andrews. You swallowed as he stared at you with open mouth.

‘euhm, hey, I didn’t know anyone else would be here this early.’ You said, getting your backpack and walking towards the door, mumbling a quick ‘see ya’ as you passed him.  As soon as you were around the corner, you rubbed your forehead. Great, of course this should happen to me. You thought sceptical. You didn’t know how long you sat there with your back against the wall, but as soon as the halls started to fill up with students, you got up and walked to your locker.

The rest of the week you spent avoiding Archie, even though he’d probably forgotten about the little incident already. When you looked around the canteen on Monday, you found that once again the only spot was at Archie’s table. So you sat down, and went through your regular routine. Earphones in, book open, secluded from reality. Someone next to you coughed awkwardly, but you didn’t really pay attention to it, until the person coughed a second and third time. You paused your music and looked up, and your eyes met his beautiful brown ones. His hand reached up, and he nervously ran his fingers through his iconic red hair.

‘Hey, what are you listening to?’ he asked, pointing to your old-fashioned Discman. You wordlessly opened it, showing him the CD.

‘You like them?’ he asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

‘yeah, this is kind of my favourite band.’ You admitted.

‘no way! Mine too! I didn’t know anyone else listened to them.’ His eyes lit up in excitement. ‘Can I sit here?’ he asked, nodding towards the chair next to you.

‘Yeah, sure.’ You said, maintaining your cool, even though you had to struggle to keep yourself from blushing.

‘So, what’s your favourite song of them?’ he asked, flashing you a white teethed smile. You returned his smile, feeling as if your heart was going to explode with excitement.

You and Archie talked a lot the next few days. He’d pick you up from every class and walk you to your next, save a seat for you in the breaks and, at the end of every day, he would walk with you to your bike. So when he leaded you deeper into the school building after your last class on Friday, you were a bit confused. Until he opened the door to the music room. You breathed in deeply, almost smelling the music. A smile spread across your face as you sat down behind the piano. Archie followed and sat next to you, your knees touching. You looked up to him to see he was also smiling.

‘You know that I heard you sing and play the piano the other day, and I was just wondering, if, euhm, if you would maybe make some music with me.’ He looked down at his hands, as if this question was somehow very embarrassing (which it was, for you). You swallowed and looked at the keys of the piano, the snares of the guitar, the sticks of the drum kit… and finally, your eyes met Archie’s. He looked hopeful, almost pleading. You pretended to think about it, even though you knew it’d be impossible to say no anyways.

‘I don’t really sing in front of people…’ you said doubtful.

‘Oh come on, I’ve heard you sing before. Besides, you won’t be singing alone this time.’ He smiled encouraging.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and started to sing the first words of your favourite song.  For a few moments your song was the only source of sound, as Archie was too startled to even remember the lyrics. Then his voice filled the room as well, intertwining with yours, and before you knew it, you were singing in perfect unison, waving the words, creating music. The sound of you two together surprised you, as it sounded as though you were singing together all your lives. When you hit the last note and the room grew silence, you opened your eyes, looking up at Archie, finding his gaze was already focussed on you.

‘That sounded kinda good.’ You grinned.

‘that’s an understatement.’ A voice by the door said. Your eyes found the source of the sound without any trouble. Josie leaned against the door post, the other two pussycats behind her.  She moved her attention to you, raising an eyebrow.

‘I didn’t know you could sing.’ It sounded like a reproach.

You shrugged and looked at your hands, played with the beads on your bracelet.  

‘Don’t shrug like that. You are good, really. Like, performer-level good.’ She smiled sweetly.

You muttered a thank you, still not looking up.

‘Do you guys need to practice?’ Archie’s voice sounded a bit husky. When Josie nodded, he grabbed your elbow, pulling you up and together you walked outside the building. Archie’s eyes sparked when he looked at you.

‘We should totally do that more often!’ he said, excitement dripping through his voice.

You smiled. ‘Totally.’

You were sitting in the library, but you couldn’t focus on the book in front of you. When you heard the chair across from you being pulled back, you looked up, content with the distraction. However, when you saw it was Josie who was now sitting across from you, confusion dominated your expression.

‘Hey y/n, are you busy?’ she asked, glancing at the open book in front of you.

You shook your head, closing the book, and smiled. ‘Hey Josie, what’s up?’

‘Well, we’re kind of in a crisis, and I was hoping you could help me out.’ Everyone knew “we”  meant the pussycats, since they all talked in “we” instead of “I”.

‘Sure, what can I do for you?’

‘Well, as you may know, we have a performance next week, but our guest performer just cancelled.’

Ever since the show was announced, nearly everybody speculated about who the secret guest could be. The curiosity was the driving force of the performance, and if there’d be no unexpected guest, the visitor numbers would seriously shrink.

‘so, we were wondering, if you’d maybe sing a few songs on stage with us, you know, for the sake of the show.’

You swallowed, not knowing if you’d feel comfortable singing for a lot of people. But then you that about the feeling it’d give you, and you figured it wouldn’t really matter that much.

‘sure, that’d be fun.’


‘no need to sound so surprised.’

She returned your smile with a grin. ‘great, can you come with me right now? We have a lot to talk about.

It’d been three days since the performance. When you walked down the hall, everybody would smile at you, say hi to you. The people that never noticed you waved, called your name, started a conversation. It’d been three days since you’d last seen Archie.  When you walked down the hall, you would look around, hoping to see him, to talk to him. But the people that never noticed you walked in your way, calling your name, starting a conversation. When you saw a hint of red, you started to speed up, trying to catch him, but when you came closer, you saw it was just a guy with a red beanie. It wasn’t even close to the color of Archie’s hair. You sighed, your shoulders dropping, and you walked to your class.

That afternoon you finally caught a glimpse of Archie. The real Archie. You quickly walked up to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him in the empty music room. The door slammed shut behind you, and you looked at him, crossing your arms.

‘Do you care to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me lately?’ you said, raising an eyebrow. He looked down at his shoes, not answering. You could swear his cheeks turned slightly pink.

You swallowed when realisation struck you. ‘you aren’t jealous of the performance… are you?’

He jerked his head up, but still didn’t quite look you in the eye. ‘Of course not! I’m not exactly the jealous type.’  He smirked, but it didn’t look very convincing.

You sighed in relieve, and sat down behind the piano once again. And once again he sat next to you. ‘Then why are you mad at me?’

‘I’m not mad at you, it’s just… being around you is kinda hard.’ He looked at his hands, waving and on-waving his fingers together.

‘Why? What did I do?’ a hint of disappointment sounded through your voice. Sadness.

‘It’s not what you did, it’s what I feel. I like you, okay?’ He clenched his fists.

Your jaw dropped, and you quickly closed your mouth again. ‘I like you too.’ It sounded like a whisper.

He looked at you in disbelieve, and slowly brought up his hand, laying it on your cheek. Then he finally, finally, looked you in the eyes, while leaning forward. The corners of his mouth twitched a little. Then your lips met.


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Childhood friends - Dunkirk Harry

Part One

Unknown number:
Little Lulu Lamb, is that you?

Who the hell is this?

Unknown number:
Your mum passed me your number.

Although the reply hadn’t exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been years since we last spoke. He’d gone off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t around anymore. I hadn’t even seen him since, and I wasn’t sure it was because we’d just missed running into each other, or because we’d never really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?

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The Clown

Bill Denbrough x GenderNeutral!Reader

Word Count: 1107

Requested: yes, by my bby @trashyemonerd

HI WASSUP IM TRASH AND I LIKE YOUR FICS SO IMMA SEND A REQUEST AGAIN. I saw a prompt on ‘witterprompts’ and I immediately though of IT. So can you do a Bill x Reader with “I’m not even kidding. I saw it happen, with my own two eyes, and I hate that. No one believes me.”? ThanK YoU!!!

Summary: so, you’re the first person that sees Pennywise basically but no one believes you and stuff and yaaaaa

Side note: wowza its finally done. im sorry if its shitty, i had a really bad writers block on this one. 

Originally posted by to-obsessed

The day had finally ended and you were riding back home on your bike. Today was a pretty good day. And by pretty good, that meant you didn’t run into Henry Bowers. Thank goodness. 

You were riding on the foot path when a cat jumped out of the bush and landed right in front of your biking causing an abrupt stop. 

“Shit. That was close” you huffed. 

That cat meowed then ran out of sight. Your eyes followed the cat until it just stopped in the middle of the street. The cat was sitting next to a pair of huge feet. Your eyes traveled up to find there was a clown that was smiling directly at you.

A small gasp escaped your lips. It’s sinister smile made you feel uneasy. You didn’t move. You just stared back at the clown. It picked up the cat, not taking it’s eyes off you and still smiling, 

All you did was blink, and suddenly the clown was devouring the cat. That poor cat, its screams of horrors filled your ears. So shocked your brain wasn’t processing what was happening until the clown finished eating the cat. It was such an ugly and horrible sight to see. 

The clown turned to you and started to laugh. It sounded so disturbing. You snapped back into reality and let out a scream of terror quickly turning back to ride your bike. You rode as fast as you could until you ended up in front of your house. 

Not looking back you run jumped onto the porch and got out your keys as fast you could, only to drop them. You quickly pick them and you can hear the clown laugh. You look behind you but it’s no where in sight. Panicking you quickly unlock your door, swing it open then slammed it shut.

You fall sliding against the door trying to regain you breath. You hardly got any sleep that night. 

The next day you had your mom drop you off. You weren’t taking a chance of seeing that clown again. When your mom dropped you off you saw Bev walking in. You thanked your mom then ran to Bev. 

“BEV” you called out. She turned around and smiled. 

“Hey Y/N” she smiled.

“Bev, listen. I saw the craziest shit yesterday” you huffed.

“What did you see?” she questioned. She looked concerned.

“I was riding home, right? On my bike. Everything is fine. Then this fucking cat jumped out of no where and I was like okay. Then the cat ran onto the road and stuff and there was the clown and next minute it ate them damn cat then I rode home and yeah” you huffed out. You didn’t realise you were holding your breath the whole time you were talking.

You waited for Bev to say something. She laughed. 

“Y/N, did you fall and hit your head?” she chuckled ruffling your hair. 

“No”, you smacked her hand away. “Bev, I’m being serious. A fucking clown ate a cat yesterday”. 

She stared at you for a very long time before tugging your arm and saying “come on, we’re gonna be late for class”. She didn’t believe you.

“So, let me get this straight. You saw a clown eat a cat?” Ben questioned.

“Yes!” you answered. 

“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” he asked.

“Ben, I know what I saw!”

“You were probably just dreaming”. You grunted.

“…….and then, it ate the cat”.

“Ooo, kinky” Richie winked. 

“Why. Did. I. Even. Bother.”

You gave up at Richie. No one took you seriously. Well, it did sound really far fetched but you weren’t lying. You just wanted someone, anyone to believe you. 

At least school finally ended. You were walking to your bike when you heard someone call your name.


You turned around to see Bill running towards you and felt yourself lighten up. No matter how bad your day was, Bill always made you feel better. Mostly because you had a mad crush on him but you would never tell him in fear of losing your friendship.

“Hey, Bill” you smiled.

“Hey. So um, s-ome of the guys were s-saying some stuff. Like, you saw s-something weird y-yesterday”. You groaned knowing what he was talking about. 

“About a clown? And a cat?’”

“Bill, don’t tell me that I’m just seeing things. I know what I saw. I’m not even kidding. I saw it happen, with my own two eyes, and I hate that. No one believes me” you signed. 

“I b-believe you” he said.

“Yeah, right” you said. He’s probably just messing around.

“No, r-really. I b-believe you. If you s-say thats w-what you s-saw then I b-believe you”.

You threw your arms around him, thankful that he believed you. Thank god. 

“Thank you so much” you said softly. 

“D-do you want me to r-ride home with y-you?” he asked.

You quickly said yes and off you two went. 

Luckily you didn’t run into the clown again while going back home. But you still didn’t want to be alone at home. Your parents don’t come back until much later, so you asked Bill to stay with you and thank god he said yes. 

It was a nice afternoon of chilling and talking about anything and everything. You both were just sitting on your bed talking when you looked outside your window and saw the clown again. You let out a shriek of horror, eyes planted on the window staring at the clown that was waving at you. 

“Y/N!? What’s w-wrong!?” Bill asked.

You pointed to the window but it disappeared. You started to panic, your breath quickening. 

“Y/N l-look at me. Y-you’re safe. It’s not t-there anymore”. 

You couldn’t hear him, everything started to become a blur. It was getting too hard to breathe. 

Bill softly grabbed your face and turned towards him, he was looking into your eyes and making hand motions for you to calm down your breathing. Deep breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth. 

You were putting all your focus on Bill. All your concentration. Soon, you felt yourself start to calm down. Your breaths were evening out and becoming slower. Your racing heart started to beat at a slower pace.

Now you were okay. Sort off. You fell into Bill’s arms feeling exhausted. He hugged you rubbing comforting circles against your back. Soon you both laid down on the bed just cuddling. 

He was tracing circles on your shoulder and back. You felt safe and at peace. 

“Thank you, Bill” you whispered. 

He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer. 

Coming Out - Part 1: Eleven

Coming out is hard. Coming out to the people you love when you are uncertain of their response is harder. This is the story of Will Byers coming out to the people he loves most, told in three seperate parts. 

TW: homophobia, homophobic slurs

(Thank you @upsidedownwaffle for this amazing prompt!!! Everyone check them out!)

(Part 2: The Boys)

(Part 3: Family)

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fukurodani hcs
  • since sarukui has that sweet monkey smile for most of his emotions, it can be hard to tell when he’s legit angry—but according to komi, mad!sarukui flares his nostrils, so komi dubbed mad!sarukui as gorilla!sarukui (sarukui is Not Amused)
  • Stories to Tell Onaga I: in the previous year, komi made it a punishment that anyone who made fun of his [lack of] height had to carry him around to & from club; after shirofuku made fun but could only carry him princess-style, komi amended the punishments to piggybacks-only & said the managers were off the hook so only the guys have to carry him these days (as onaga wasn’t present, sarukui & konoha have pics of komi-hime to show their first-year baby bird)
  • bokuto is Proud Dad & Team Mom all at once sometimes; when akaashi & suzumeda joined last year & onaga this year, bokuto has shown his “mY BABIES” side complete w/glomps just as many times as he’s congratulated everyone on a well-played game
  • most everyone on the team is Too Much, so onaga tends to ask washio for advice & so they chat a lot; they are good pals~ 💕
  • akaashi knew suzumeda as the sporty girl in his class & let that slip to shirofuku; shirofuku p much hunted her down to see if she’d like to become a club manager
  • Stories to Tell Onaga II: do not call shirofuku by the nickname “yukki"—konoha tried to last year & almost didn’t live to see his final year of high school
  • acceptable nicknames: "komiyan,” “kaori-chan” (not rly a nickname but y'know—also, only by shirofuku), “wasshi” (by konoha & bokuto when they’re being lazy), “saruman” (sarukui thinks he’d make a kickass evil wizard), “yamisen” (short for “yamiji-sensei;” coach honestly doesn’t know what to do with the 3rd yrs, poor guy)
  • unacceptable nicknames: “yukki,” “ninja-kun” (according to konoha; the others find it hilarious), “omonaga/-kun” (after the others learned how bad it hurts onaga’s feelings, they stay on the watch for teasing instances & defend their baby owl as needed; bokuto/konoha/komi are rly vocal about it, but sarukui & esp washio give the best silent glares to shut people up)
  • akaashi has poor taste in t-shirts, in scarves, in pants…but, surprisingly, he has a rly cool sweater collection & good taste in shoes
  • Stories to Tell Onaga III: konoha refused to do a cosplay café & dress up as a girl in his first year, but bokuto assured him it was no big deal & cross-dressed to show his support; fukurodani banned cosplay cafés for the years to come
  • suzumeda learned early on about her senpai’s ravenous appetite, so she often carries candies in her pockets these days just for shirofuku
  • when it comes to studying, washio leads the pack w/akaashi’s, suzumeda’s, & onaga’s help; konoha & shirofuku manage okay on their own, sarukui & komi do best cramming at the last minute, but bokuto…fukurodani has to pull out all the stops for him ;w; but akaashi & onaga have the best patience for teaching him things
  • after the fukurodani–nekoma match, since he got his first, real taste of useless!bokuto, even sweet little onaga gets exasperated w/his senpai in games at times…
  • Stories to Tell Onaga IV: after their first training camp back in their first year, the 3rd yrs know NEVER to let sarukui possess permanent markers. NEVER.
  • konoha can, unfortunately, confirm that yes, that is bokuto’s natural hair color(s)
  • owls who only have to run a comb thru their hair in the morning: onaga, akaashi, shirofuku, sarukui, washio
  • owls who take forever to groom: suzumeda (she can never get a proper, smooth ponytail on the first try), bokuto, komi, konoha (boy has so much product it puts the team to shame)
  • when the day looks particularly exhausting & club hasn’t even started yet, one can find washio hiding in the references part of the school library; onaga learned this first, then akaashi & konoha, but they’re all kind enough to the gentle giant not to pass around this info ESP to bokuto
  • be scared when there’s new music out for komi & konoha to enjoy: komi jumps around erratically to the songs stuck in his head & konoha shakes his moneymaker…even during club
  • komi & shirofuku are Not Headrests. pls tell sarukui & konoha, tyvm
  • on a similar note, onaga & washio are Not Ladders. gdi, komi
  • in the fukurodani vbc, there’s a thing called the “owl races"—if coach yamiji lets five minutes pass w/no direction, the team starts pairing off & running laps outside, w/komi riding on washio’s shoulders, shirofuku on konoha’s, & suzumeda on onaga’s; akaashi & sarukui refuse to carry bokuto, and akaashi almost strangled bokuto w/his legs that one time bokuto surprised the setter & hefted him up onto his shoulders
  • the only kinds of movies komi enjoys are those full-on 3D experience ones where you sit in a seat that moves around; the only one who doesn’t get motion sickness from that & tends to join him is sarukui
  • bokuto thinks nicknames are a sign of respect for his friends, but he doesn’t realize hotheaded little komi actually softens up some when called "komiyan” i.e., no one can resist the bokuto charm 💖
  • when bokuto isn’t around to be the butt of the joke, konoha becomes the team punching bag (courtesty of komi, sarukui, & shirofuku)
  • shirofuku is allowed to help w/food & snack prep during training camps, but suzumeda prefers onaga’s help when actually cooking since he doesn’t eat everything as it’s finished
  • on rainy days, sarukui & akaashi are v distracting ‘cuz their hair gets Curly to the Max
  • bokuto w/his hair down & unstyled is a thing of nightmares
  • good birbs who eat a real breakfast in the morning: bokuto, komi (he thinks he might have one last growth spurt), suzumeda, shirofuku, onaga
  • bad birbs who’d rather sleep in until the last minute: sarukui, washio, konoha, akaashi
  • Stories to Tell Onaga V: when they first joined, bokuto took one look at coach yamiji & called him “grandpa”…& the other 3rd yrs have never let him forget it
  • owls who ride the train: onaga & konoha, washio, akaashi & bokuto
  • owls who walk/bike to school: komi & sarukui (sarukui stands on the back of komi’s bike when they can get away w/it), shirofuku & suzumeda
  • tan washio & komi get completely crispy during summer; fair-skinned konoha & shirofuku burn & turn redder than her hair
  • tho he dislikes jokes about his small stature, komi has no problem w/snuggling into a nest of heat made out of washio+sarukui+onaga during winter
  • everyone’s used to how bokuto drapes on them, but he’s clingy only w/akaashi since the 2nd year didn’t tell him off when it first happened (he was kinda shocked at the behavior), but akaashi is okay w/it by now
  • fukurodani’s biggest pain-in-the-ass according to bokuto & coach yamiji: sakusa
  • fukurodani’s biggest pain-in-the-ass according to everyone else: kuroo & nekoma (& bokuto, *lol*)
  • yes, bokuto’s not the brightest bulb in the box & yes, he forgets to return money he borrows, but he also is the mawkish dork who buys everyone a little xmas gift & some valentine’s candy or chocolate for them every year, so no one can hold anything against his heart of gold 💞
  • konoha is apt at reading everyone on the team, altho shirofuku is rather ambiguous to him so he guesses hungry most of the time (& tbh he’s often right, much to her chagrin)
  • shirofuku can out-eat all the guys & lap them if she feels like running w/them at the end of the day; BUT! she can also go for hrs w/o eating anything on the rare occasion
  • akaashi’s parents thought they’d have a bigger family & so got a big house, but it wasn’t until the club decided to chill @akaashi’s place so often that his parents got their big fam, *lol* (so, so many owls…)
  • the team also spends time @onaga’s 'cuz his mum cooks the best large meals
  • everyone’s from a decent fam w/decent incomes, but sarukui’s fam is loaded, so the team gets invited to vacation w/them during the summer in karuizawa @sarukui’s beach house
  • non-team friends: akaashi gets along v well w/kenma (quiet friendship), suzumeda is childhood friends w/yamagata (a fact she tries to keep secret from the guys lest they jump to traitorous conclusions), bokuto & kuroo obviously should never be left to their own devices, & shirofuku enjoys getting the quiet shimizu to talk
  • will make good wives someday (i.e., who’s domestic): onaga, akaashi, suzumeda, konoha (his skills are passable in the beginning before he gets better), sarukui
  • who traipses to the convenience store late at night for snacks: washio, bokuto, shirofuku, komi
  • komi has a great dane which was great until the pooch grew to be bigger than him; suzumeda has a maine coon who thinks it’s a dog; sarukui has a beagle–bloodhound mix & loves playing w/its ears
  • bokuto’s great w/kids & actually babysits neighbors’ kids from time to time; when the team was shocked at the thought of him being responsible for smols, bokuto sulked for a week
  • conversely, akaashi is not great w/kids 'cuz they don’t know what to make of his poker face; the only baby akaashi can look after well is bokuto XD
  • onaga & washio are teacher’s pets
  • bokuto can squirm out of getting detention w/a smile; konoha lands himself in detention w/a smile
  • after 3 yrs of bokuto & co., yamiji-sensei considers retirement…but he hangs in there for akaashi’s & onaga’s last yrs 'cuz they’re easy & good kids & become good captains

deaftechie  asked:

Grunge Richie and preppy Eddie? Pleas and thank you!

- richie would be that cliche ‘bad boy’ looking kid with long hair and ripped jeans and band t-shirts and people would assume he’s an ass

- in reality he’s super goofy and sweet

- he’d smoke a lot more in his older teenage years with bev, who also went through a grunge faze, and he borrowed her black nail varnish from time to time which henry bowers loved mocking him for

- richie doesn’t care, he knows he looks cute

- richie would constantly be listening to some sort of rock album on his walkman and bobbing his head whilst walking to school or riding his bike

- eventually when he saves up enough money he gets some beat up truck and blares it through the speakers for the whole neighbourhood to hear

- and then there’s his best friend, cute, small, preppy eddie kaspbrak

- he’d wear oversized pink sweaters and blue skinny jeans with cute white sneakers and always have a backpack filled with school books in 

- eddie would be listening to his walkman too, but it would be some techno chill music that he could dance too but also fall asleep too

- he looks like he belongs at the popular table but he wants nothing to do with that crowd and likes how he looks in contrast to richie and the others

- richie always tells him he looks cute when he wears oversized clothing

- “you’re so tiny i could put you in my pocket!”

- eddie would always try and fix richie’s unruly hair but he’d never succeed

- and once he tried to buy him jeans without rips and richie made a knee hole within twenty minutes of wearing them

- richie likes to spray paint shit around derry and one day when eddie was walking home he’d see his and richie’s name in a pink loveheart on a wall of an old house and he’d start berating richie for vandalism

- except he secretly loves it and makes sure richie knows that when he ends up growing out of his ‘good boy’ faze

You Are You

Richie Tozier x Trans FTM!Reader

Word count: 613

Requested: yeah boi

“Heyy! I was wonder if you could so a Richie x Trans (FTM) reader? Maybe some rough crap happens between the reader and Henry’s gang then a crap ton of fluff?? If you do thank you very much in advance <3“

Side note: uhhhh there’s some mean things henry says so uhh yeah.

“I’m telling you, Y/N. It’s true!”

“Oh come on Richie. Be realistic.”

“I am being realistic! He said so himself!”

“You’re telling me Stan told you that he has to chop his dick off at his bar mitzvah?” 

“Nope. Not true,” Stan interrupted pushing in between the two of you.

You raised your eye brows at Richie and he sighed. The three of you reached the front doors of the school and walked out towards your bikes. You and Richie going one way and Stan going the other as his bike was parked somewhere else. 

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Bye, Stan,” You waved. 

“Bye, Stanely,” Richie blow kissed earning a flip off from Stan. 

“Wow he loves me.” 

You laughed. 

“I still think they’re going to chop his dick off,” He insisted. 

“Richie, no dicks are getting chopped off.”

“Who is getting their dicks chopped off?” A voice questioned. 

You turned around and your eyes lay on Henry Bowers walking up towards you both. You felt your whole posture tense up.

“You guys gotta be talking about Richie, right? Or some other,” he looked at you, “boy,” He emphasized with a wicked smile. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat.

“You know, Y/N. It’s weird. When I see you in the bathrooms you always use the stalls, never the urinal. I also hear that you never shower in the locker room after gym. A bit strange isn’t it? The simple things that you can’t do.” He was dangerously close to you right now.

“Just leave him alone,” Richie defended. 

Henry laughed then sighed. “Him.” He said. “Him,” He repeated. He moved to you so much closer now that your noses were almost touching. “I know what you are, Y/N. What you think you are is not who you are. I don’t care how flat your chest is, or how masculine you try to make yourself seem to be.”

You were shaking.

“You will always be what you were born as. Nothing will ever change that.” 

“What you say doesn’t matter to me, Bowers. I don’t care about your say in my life.” You said.

Yet you did. You did care. No matter how careless you seem of words like this, these type of things will always tear you down. You may be able to take on anything else in the world, but people like Henry will always have more power and will immediately make you feel weak.

He laughed and walked away. You felt like the weight of the world just fell on your shoulders and you fell to your knees crying your eyes out. 

Richie crouched down next to you. “Don’t listen to a thing that asshole says, Y/N!” He wrapped his arms and legs around you. You cried into his shoulder soaking his shirt with your salty tears. 

“Listen to me,” He pulled away and held your face in your hands. “You are not what he says you are. You are my friend. You are Y/N. You are boy. You are a you. Okay?” He wiped your tears.

You nodded. He pulled you back in for another hug. “Don’t ever let douche bags like him tell you who you are or put you down.”

He pulled back and took your face back in his hands. “And I swear, thats the last time I let him do that to you.” Now you hugged him. 

Being in Richie’s arms made you feel safe and protected. He made you forget about all things bad about this world and how shitty you feel. You were so thankful to have him in your life. And so was he.

His Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 21

“There i said it”.

Luke’s pov

i woke up with a smile on my face because Hailey was cuddled into me.

i stayed last night and we had pizza and i did try to leave but Hailey stopped me and i’m kind of glad she did .

she started to stir in her sleep so i pretended to be asleep again but she must have caught me out because she said “i know you were watching me”

i opened my eyes to see her smiling at me making me laugh, fuck i thought i was being smart.

“Okay fine you caught me” i said to her

she started laughing and then she sat up but i pulled her back down

“we need to get up for school” she said

fuck i don’t even know what time it is and we never set an alarm.

Hailey checked it phone and luckily it was only half 7.

“See we have plently of time” i said to her as i got on top of her, i put all of my weight on her on purpose because she done it last night and she started complaining but to be fair i am heavier than her.

“Oh my god please get of me” she said while trying to push me of her but i am still stronger than her so her pushing me was doing nothing.

i just laughed at her while she pressed her small hands against my chest pushing me but i wasn’t for moving

i gave in and sat up taking some of my weight of her

“we have loads of time to have fun” i said to her as i smirked down at her

she smirked back and she pulled me down to her and we started kissing.

it’s a good thing we were already naked because we didn’t have to take any clothes off.

“Do you have any more condoms” Hailey said as i was kissing her neck

i leaned back and smirked and nodded my head.

i got up and walked over to my jeans and got out another gold packet.

the wrapper from the last condom was still on the floor from last night.

i didn’t put it on i just set it on the bedside table because i wanted to have some foreplay first.

i was going to enjoy tasting her..

Hailey’s pov

Luke rode his bike to school while i walked but he tried to stay close which i thought was cute, he did offer to take me but then we remembered we are trying to keep what is happening with us a secret.

waking up in his arms was something i never thought i would be able to do.

i loved how he was watching me sleep then trying to cover it up but i caught him.

we took our time getting ready, he wouldn’t let me wear somethings because he didn’t want people to stare at me.

i love how jealous he can get.

it makes me want to cancel this date more and more and of course he tried to talk me out of it this morning.

but there will just be questions after questions of why i cancelled and i don’t really want to make up lies over and over about it.

so i’m going to suck it up and just go through with it, i do like Neil but i like Luke more.

the fact that he told me he really likes me and that the thought of me with anyone else makes him sick makes my insides go mad!

i still haven’t said yes to him asking me out on a date.

he didn’t ask again but if he does i think i will say yes.. how could i not though??

i walked into school and i had to pass Luke and his friends, i could feel his eyes on me but i didn’t turn and look.

i already knew Ashleigh had her arm around him.

this is what i get at! i can’t go on a date but he can have any girl around him and i haven’t said a word about it.

Lauren and Sophie were waiting at my locker for me when i turned the corner, i was so happy to see them so they can help me decide on what to do tonight.

“you still feeling like shit?"Lauren asked as i approached them

i laughed a little and said "No”

the school bell rang meaning it was time for class.

i had art first.

i just hope Calum doesn’t speak to me.

well after the other day doubt he will.


the bell rang meaning it was break time and i was so happy because this morning i didn’t eat breakfast because me and Luke stayed in bed as long as we could doing sinful things.

my mum texted me saying she won’t be home till late Sunday as she was going to stay another day.

i was happy about that because hopefully Luke can sleep over another night.

i hope he wants too.

i walked into the canteen but only Sophie was sitting at our table i guess Lauren has gone off again.

we are thinking she has someone on the go or something because it isn’t like her to miss break or lunch and i know why i miss lunch or break and that’s because of Luke.

so she obviously is seeing someone but who??

Luke and his friends were far behind me as we walked down the hall and i could hear him talk to this girl who he had his arm around, i tried my best to not turn around.

i didn’t get to see who she was but he’s mine girls need to stay away from him.

i sat down at our table and Sophie said “ Hey”

we didn’t need to ask where Lauren was.

i turned around to look at Luke and he was sitting with a smile on his face, he was sitting at his table full of girls

where are Calum and Michael?

it makes me so angry seeing him flirt with other girls, we locked eyes and i saw a little guilt but i turned around before he could say anything

i felt my phone vibrate and i knew it was him but i didn’t want to look at it so i didn’t bother touching my phone.

i was about to get up to put my rubbish in the bin when Neil started walking over to our table smiling.

maybe i could make Luke jealous just like he’s making me right now.

“Hey Neil” i said as he stood in front of me

suddenly Lauren appeared and she sat down as if nothing has happened but i would ask later i turned my attention back to Neil

“Heya are you still on for tonight?” he asked

i nodded my head and said “ of course, where are we going?”

Luke walked past us along with Calum..where did he come from? he looked between me and Neil making a face then kept on walking.

i made him jealous! it worked.

“i was thinking a nice meal then to the cinema?” Neil said

i smiled at him and said “That sounds great”

i meant what i said because i haven’t been on a date before so i was actually looking forward to it.

“Great i’ll pick you up at 7 then” Neil said then he walked off.

i was glad he didn’t want to walk me to class.

Luke’s Pov

Ashleigh and her fucking friends won’t leave me alone.

no matter where i go they are all over me and usually i wouldn’t mind because i would fuck one of them but not anymore now they are just so fucking annoying.

i walked into the canteen with them and of course they had to follow me to my table.

i don’t know where Mikey and Cal went, we did leave the class together but they disappeared leaving me with these girls.

“So Luke why didn’t you come to my birthday party last night?” Hannah asked

i turned to her and said “I was busy”

i looked over at Hailey who was already looking at me,Shit!

she turned around straight away so i got out my phone and texted her

To Hailey

“i miss you, meet me by your locker after”


i hope she sees it.

the girls started making conversation but once a while Ashleigh would press herself against me but i didn’t act on it.

i want Hailey.

finally after 10 minutes Cal and Mikey showed up, where the fuck were they??

“umm Hellooo” i said to both of them as they sat down, finally Ashleigh and her friends got up and left.

i thought they would never leave

“Piss off” Cal said as Mikey just started eating.

Neil walked into the canteen and i knew where he was going.

fuck Hailey looks happy to see him.

she hasn’t seen my text ugh!

“let’s go for a smoke” i said to the boys

i needed one before the bell rings i would will hit someone maybe Neil haven’t decided yet.

i purposely walked near Hailey where she was standing talking to Neil so i could listen to their conversation

“i was thinking a nice meal then to the cinema?” Neil said

i didn’t get to hear Hailey’s repily but i know she has agreed to it.


“Why did you make us walk that way?” Cal asked as we walked out of the canteen

walking past Hailey meant having to go through loads of fucking people and tables not a good idea because neither of us are in the mood but i don’t care.

“what’s it matter?” i said to him as we got outside

he started questioning my behaviour lately but i didn’t listen to him, he’s been acting weird as well.

i felt my phone vibrate i hope it’s Hailey.

the bell rang meaning break was over me and Cal put out our fegs and walked back into school.

i got my phone out right away to see who texted me.

it was Hailey.

Hailey’s pov

“i bet he will pay for everything and hold your hand” Lauren said

she wouldn’t stop talking about my date tonight and all i kept thinking was i wish it was Luke.

i wish they knew about what’s been going on and we could talk about it and i could get advice but the only thing they would said it stay away from him.

i lifted out my phone because i couldn’t handle not knowing what he said

1 new message from Luke

“i miss you, meet me by your locker after”

i couldn’t believe what it read.

he misses me.

clearly not as he was surrounded by those girls and Ashleigh, he looked pretty happy.

i couldn’t help but reply

To Luke



i wanted to say no but i couldn’t.

i did want to see him.

the bell rang meaning Break was over, i have R.E now but i don’t mind missing it.

i won’t be missing English because i am going to beg my teacher to let me re-take the test.

i walked to my locker making sure no one was around and when i turned the corner i saw Luke.

i felt the butterflies goes crazy inside as i walked closer to him.

i’ve missed him.

i smiled at him as i walked closer to him but he didn’t smile back

“So you miss me?” i said as i stopped in front of him

he rolled his eyes which i was happy about then he said

“i did until i saw you talking with Neil”

oh my god!!

he is such a child!

“you can’t be serious,you were sitting at a table full of girls and you’ve probably fucked them all” i said annoyed

how can he be so childish.

“that’s not the point, i didn’t ask for them to sit with me they have been following me around all day you looked pretty happy when Neil walked over to you” Luke said

i can’t stand to listen to this anymore.

he is such a dick.

i rolled my eyes and said “ you are being so childish, i’m going to class don’t talk to me for the rest of the day”

i turned around and started walking and i heard Luke shout


i didn’t even turn around i was so angry with him

i know he’s jealous but this is taking it way to far.


it was home time and i wasn’t looking forward to this date anymore.

Luke has been bothering me for the rest of the day and we didn’t have much time after our talk after break.

he started kissing Ashleigh in the hall knowing i would see him, he kept talking about how he was going to get pissed at this party tonight during English.

i really wanted to hit him.

thankfully my English teacher agreed to let me re-take the test! i could have hugged her when she said yes.

i get to go it next week so this weekend i am going to revise so Luke can have fun at all the parties he wants because i won’t be opening my door or window to him.

me and Sophie waited outside the school for Lauren,god knows what she is doing fuck sake.

we are going into town so i can find a nice outfit for tonight.

Luke walked out with his arm around Ashleigh looking so happy, he makes my blood boil.

i haven’t felt this way about him for over a month now.

it feels good to feel this way about him.

he looked over at me and smirked, he knows this is getting to me but i just turned away and tried to seem not bothered by it.

but then i decided to text him.

“why don’t you take Ashleigh on a date since you’re so fucking in love with her”



i don’t care right now.

finally Lauren walked out of school after what seemed like the longest 5 minutes.

i felt my phone vibrate, i bet it’s Luke.

i took out my phone to see i had one new message from Luke.

i wonder what this says.

“i plan to”

i read it over and over.


why does he have to be such a dick.

“Who are you texting?” Lauren asked as we were walking to the bus stop

i looked up from my phone and said “ My mum”

she didn’t bother questioning which i was glad about.

i didn’t bother repilying to Luke i mean what would i say i don’t want him to take her out on a date.

he’s mine.

Luke’s pov

i don’t know why i’m so hung up on her going on this date, she has reasurred me that it’s only a date but i don’t like him.

she’s mine and no one else’s.

i should be the one taking her out on this date not him.

he makes my blood boil.

ive been keeping Ashleigh close because i know she doesn’t like her and i want to get a reaction from her but it was a bad idea, i don’t want to give Ashleigh the wrong idea again.

finally school was over and i can go home.

i’ve been saying i’m going to get pissed at this party but i don’t even plan on going, i will be so nervous thinking about Hailey out on this date.

i keep thinking about what she’s going to wear and will he kiss her at the end of their date etc.

me and Ashleigh walked out of school together and i couldn’t wait to take my arm off her, i looked over at Hailey to see her already looking at me so i smirked at her.

then i felt my phone vibrate

From Hailey

“"why don’t you take Ashleigh on a date since you’re so fucking in love with her”

i’m not in love with Ashleigh.

i wanted to repily i love you to her but i didn’t.

i don’t even know my feelings towards her.. no wait!

i do.

i fucking love her.

there i said it.


i decided to text her back to see what she will say next.

To Hailey

“i plan to”


i didn’t mean it at all, i’ve never taken Ashleigh on a date and i don’t ever plan to, she would be so annoying and want me to pay for everything and buy her everything.

just no.

i saw Hailey look at her phone as she walked away with her friends but i didn’t feel my phone vibrate.

she might not repily.

i know she’s going into town to pick out an outfit for tonight, she has plently of clothes why does she need a new outfit for tonight?

i don’t understand girls at all.

it better not be something revealing or short or i will have to follow them.

god i hate the thought of her spending the night with him, i think i will explode if he kisses her.

“So you coming round later Luke for practice?” Cal asked as we sat outside school having a smoke

i nodded my head because i will need something to keep my distracted and playing guitar will help and plus i need to show the guys the song i’ve been working on.

maybe i could get Ashton alone to talk to him about Hailey.

i kinda like having someone i can talk to about all of this.

we all parted ways and i got on my bike and drove home.

my mum wasn’t home which i was glad about, i walked up to my room and changed out of my jeans because it’s so warm and i put on my baseball shorts.

i sat down at my table and i started thinking of what i could do for this date.

i know she hasn’t said yes but i need to make her say yes.

now how to be romantic..

that’s hard.

So guys what did you think???

Luke loves Hailey?!?! wow!

i hope you liked this chapter!

the next one is going to be Hailey’s date with Neil who knows what will happen??

let me know what you thought!

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until next time

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itsjadeblackwillowlove  asked:

What would the king and his court be like in a High school or College Student AU? (I just graduated high school june 1st and I start college June 20th so I need a little something to ease my suffering )

All I had time for was a few sketches but I thought a lot about this highschool au and came up with a bunch of ideas so expect to see more in the future to help you thru your school year (Good luck with your first day of college!!!)

Here are the kids, they are that group that hangs out by the bikes and you are scared to walk by them after school, but really they are all pretty nice kids who sing Your Love by The Outfield loudly at lunch and hang out on saturdays to watch Darkwing Duck

(whenever I think of Meruem as human I always give him a buzz cut but this time I gave him a break and let him have some hair haha!)

Aiden Flirts with you and Makes Scott Jealous: 

 Part Two

“Hi there Button, how are you today?” Aiden muttered as he slid next to you and lent on the locker next to yours. You rolled your eyes and glanced around the halls for the rest of the pack only to find they weren’t around.


“What do you want Aiden?” you sighed as you pulled the books you’d finished with out of your bag and replaced them with new ones.


“Can’t I talk to you because I want to… do I have to have an excuse?” He mumbled as you slammed your locker and began to walk away, only for him to follow you to your next lesson.


“I don’t know do you have an excuse?” You asked curiously. You were too busy watching him trying to figure out what he wanted to notice Scott’s glare as you passed him and Stiles.

“Not really Button, anyway I’ve got to go find my brother, have fun without me.” He winked at you as he walked away.




Aiden’s attention continued persistently to the point that you were surprised on the days he wasn’t lounging around your locker.


“Hey you know where Scott is?” You asked Stiles who was mooching around your locker, something he always did when he was nervous about Scott and he assumed the Alpha was with you. He shrugged and tilted his head so he could see out of the double doors that swung open and shut as the morning bell rang and students filed through.


Your eyes widened when you saw Scott sat on his bike between the twins who were smirking at each other. Stiles had an equally worried expression and nodded his head towards the door, you shouldered your bag and followed him to the parking lot.



“You know that little (Y/N) Sure is cute… bet there are a lot of things we’d like to do to her huh Scotty.” Aiden teased. He could see the Alpha’s jaw tense at the thought of someone else touching you.


“Trust me you’re not her type.” Scott mumbled as he swung a leg over his bike to get off.


“I dunno she seemed to miss me this morning.” Aiden glanced over to you and Stiles, waving at you, it wasn’t until Stiles grabbed your hand to stop you waving back that you were pulled out of your dazed state.


“More likely happy that you weren’t there to clutter the corridor.” Scott snapped back at him as he trailed his eyes on you.


“I don’t clutter Pup; I improve the aesthetics.” Aiden said, his brother chuckled but continued to stay silent in his brother’s game.

“I really think you should leave her alone Aiden.” Scott bit back bitterly. Aiden smirked at Scott before turning to you and winking.


“Oh yeah, what what’re you gonna do if I don’t McCall?” He said with a laugh as he slid of his bike and walked towards the school with Ethan in tow. He blew you a kiss and winked again as he walked past you and Stiles, who pulled you over to Scott, once they were inside.


“Let’s just get this over with.” Scott grumbled as he stomped up the steps towards you and headed towards your first class as the bell rang.



Your eyes widened as Scott took the table between you and Aiden, dumping an oil coated cog on the table. Aiden was instantly chest to chest with Scott until he heard on of the bikes start up and ran out of the class room.


“Did you really have to do that?” You asked as Scott took his seat, smiling to himself smugly. He rolled his eyes at you and sighed.


“He had it coming.” Was all he said. He ignored you for the rest of the day, only talking to you when it was absolutely necessary.

More Teen Wolf

anonymous asked:

i saw you walk 1 mile to school, can you rent or buy a bike to make it easier??

I actually don’t mind the walk right now :) It would be a little costly to rent a bike or buy one so the walk doesn’t bother me. When it starts snowing tho….that will be a different story xD 


Originally posted by hiraimz


- Momo Focus

Word Count: 2666

Every now and then, you still thought about Momo. You thought about how the two of you played outside whenever the both of you could. After school, after dinner, over the weekends. The two of you were basically glued to each other. She would read her books to you out loud when you went over to her house and you would show her all of your fancy gemstones from your rock collection when she came to yours. Of course, all of this was when the both of you were only five years old.

Unfortunately, Momo moved away when junior high started. The both of you made millions of promises to each other before she left, saying how you’ll find each other one day and continue to be the bestest of friends. It’s your last year in highschool now, so it’s been several years since you’ve seen Momo. Not that you would ever forget her face, especially her charming laugh when you told her your worst jokes. However, you couldn’t deny the fact that her image in your mind was slowly deteriorating. Since the both of you were young, the only pictures you had of Momo were blurry because she wouldn’t pose properly and she would always run away from the camera. She was always like that, energetic, positive, and cheerful. Over the years, you’ve made new friends, but none of them ever replaced that spot that Momo held in your heart.

Sometimes, you wonder if you’ll ever meet her again, and if she would still be the same Momo you knew from years ago. You wonder if she would still like to hang out with you twenty-four hours, seven days a week. You didn’t expect much at this point.

Erasing your thoughts of Momo, you walked out of the school and proceeded to the bike rack where you left your bike earlier this morning. By this time, most of the students had already left, meaning that the chances of your bike being on the ground or in some awkward position were very high. After all, highschool students are always looking forward to the end of the day. You looked up to see a girl with blonde hair standing beside the bike rack. Huh, I don’t remember anyone with blonde hair, maybe she just recently transferred here. Then you saw what was in her hand. She held a very large piece of rock with both of her hands and then she lifted the rock high above her head. Wait, what is she- Is she planning to drop that on someone’s bike? Hold on… that’s my bike! I have to stop her! At this point, you began to sprint towards her.

“Hey! You! What are you doing with that rock? Don’t move!” You yelled loudly as you continued to bolt towards the girl.

The girl was obviously surprised as you saw her flinch when you yelled, she then turned around slowly, still keeping the rock above her head. By the time you made your way over to her, you were out of breath and gasping for air.

“Were you talking to me?” The girl asked innocently.

After getting several deep breaths in, you looked up to answer her.

“Are you an idiot? How many people do you see with rocks here, above their heads, what were you…” You began aggressively.

(Y/N), is that you?”

“I don’t believe it…”

“It’s me! Momo! Remember? It’s been forever! I should’ve figured that I would see you around eventually!”

It was definitely Momo, that smile, those eyes, all of your memories with her instantly returned to you.

“What did you do with your hair?”

“Oh this? I thought I’d try blonde hair, I think it looks rather nice on me. What do you think?” Momo exclaimed as she dropped the rock and played with her hair.

“I think… it looks… pretty…” You stuttered, still not believing that Momo was right in front of you after all this time.

“Pretty good?”

“No, like pretty pretty. I mean, yeah, pretty good. It looks pretty decent on you.” You explained as you regained your senses.

Momo gave you her iconic smile, that smile that imprinted itself into your memory, and with a swift motion she placed you in a headlock.

“Woah! Momo! What are you doing? I can’t breathe! And…” You complained as you struggled to free yourself from her hold.

“And what, huh? I remember someone calling me an idiot earlier? Hm? Do you recall that?” Momo joked happily.

“Well you know, there really aren’t a lot of people holding a rock above their heads around here. Take a look for yourself.” You replied sarcastically.

Momo laughed and tightened her grip on you, pressing your head deeper into her side.

“Wait Momo! Stop! I’m tapping, I’m tapping!”

Momo finally let you free, releasing her grip on you as you backed away from her.

“There’s people around here! We’re in public, and we’re not children anymore! Jeez… have you got no shame?” You complained as you regained your composure.

“What are you talking about?”

“My head was so close…”

Momo furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and then she understood what you meant.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! I didn’t know you were like that! Wow! I’m telling your parents!”

“What, no? It’s not like that! I swear!”

You started to chase her around the bike racks while she ran away from you, laughing all the way. This brought back pleasant memories from your childhood with her. After settling down and unlocking the both of your bikes from one another, the two of you walked home together since she was staying in her old house, the one right across from yours. Momo explained on the way how she came back to visit initially, but then some things came up for her family and so they were forced to move back. She told you that she might leave again, after this year of highschool, in order to explore the rest of the world. As you listened to Momo talk about her experiences, you felt this lump in your throat whenever you would think of Momo leaving again. You didn’t want her to leave, but you weren’t a child anymore, you couldn’t be selfish, and so you didn’t let Momo know your thoughts.

From that day on, it was as if Momo had never left, she waited for you to finish breakfast every morning and the two of you would bike to school and bike home from school, every single day. Occasionally, she would come over to study with you or you guys would grab a treat from the local convenience store after dinner. The days seemed to be endless, and you enjoyed every single second with her. Little by little, you discovered that you liked Momo, your feelings for her were beyond a normal friendship. Of course, you didn’t tell her since you had no idea how she would react to your confession.

Then suddenly Momo began to spend less time with you, she wouldn’t be waiting for you some mornings, and she disappeared after school several times. When you asked her about it, she said that she was spending some time with her friend that transferred here with her, Kai. You nodded and didn’t say anything about it since you understood that Momo made new friends while she was away. However, whenever you thought about Momo spending time with Kai, you would somehow feel constricted, as if someone was squeezing you tightly. It made you uncomfortable, not knowing what their relationship was.

“Hey Momo…” You started as you tilted your head towards hers. The both of you were lying on a hill, looking at the sunset.

“Hm?” Momo turned to address you.

“I was thinking… do you want to hang out with me on your birthday? It won’t be the entire day, just the evening? Unless you have something planned with Kai already…”

“Nah, I’m free that day. What did you have in mind for my birthday?”

“I don’t know yet, I’ll figure something out.”

Momo smiled at you and turned her gaze back to the sunset, “I’m sure you will. You always figure something out.”

Finally, you felt some relief, knowing that Momo would be spending her birthday with you and not Kai. On the day of, you decided to decorate your room and make dinner for the both of you, after all, you didn’t take all those cooking classes for nothing. You waited patiently for Momo to show up at the time that the both of you had decided on. Half an hour passed and she still didn’t show, you began to worry. Maybe she forgot? Something else came up? I should go find out. You left your house and went across the street to Momo’s house. To your surprise, Momo wasn’t home, her parents answered the door and explained to you that she went out to go meet up with Kai. At first, you felt betrayed but then you set out to find her. I know her. She’s not one to break promises. Something’s wrong. You scouted the entire neighbourhood and finally found her speaking with Kai in an alley near the convenience store. You hid yourself and watched the two of them exchange words. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, but you could tell that Momo was stressed. Her facial expression said it all. She was uncomfortable. Then you saw it, Kai gripped his right hand into a fist and lifted it behind his back. He looked furious. He grabbed Momo’s arm with his free hand and began tugging at her. You knew you had to do something at this point. Running into the fray, you’ve never hit anyone before but you knew that you had to punch Kai.

“Rahh!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you charged towards Kai.

(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” Momo asked as she noticed you rushing towards them.

Ignoring Momo briefly, you struck Kai hard in the jaw with your right hand. You punched him with so much effort that your hand was ringing from the impact. While Kai was dazed from your sudden attack, you grabbed Momo’s hand and led her away quickly. Afraid that Kai would find the two of you, you and Momo hid under the nearby bridge.

“Are you okay, Momo? What happened? I saw you two arguing and…”

“And you jumped in to save me. I never told you what my relationship to Kai was right? Have you ever thought about the fact that you might have just ruined my relationship with him forever? What if we were just going through a phase?” Momo asked quietly as she sat down on the grass.

“There’s no way.” You answered with confidence.

“No way of what?”

“No way that you’d be interested in that guy.”

“And how would you know that? You haven’t seen me in years, (Y/N), what if I changed?”

“But you haven’t. I don’t care what your relationship is with that guy. All I know and care about is you. I might not have seen you in the past few years, but after the amount of time that we spent together in the past few weeks. I know it. You haven’t changed at all. You’re still that girl that has that adorable laugh, that bright smile, and that overwhelmingly positive attitude. You’re still that girl that I fell in love with back then.” You confessed.

Momo was shocked at your confession. Wait… what did I just say? Did I really just confess to her? After beating up who could have been potentially her boyfriend? There’s no coming back from this.. Arghhhhhhhhhhh! While you were having your mental breakdown, Momo got up and started to walk away. She looked back at you and motioned for you to follow her.

“You have something planned for me at your house right? Let’s go.” Momo said giving you one of her signature grins.

She’s not going to say anything about that? No, maybe she’s just trying to reject me, let me down softly. Sigh, why did I have to go and ruin everything. I should at least make her content, it is her birthday after all. As you caught up to Momo, you tried hard to not look at her face, to see what her expression was after that embarrassing confession. The two of you strolled quietly beside each other as the sky turned into a dazzling orange, signifying the end of the day. After you led Momo upstairs to your room, she sat down on your bed and observed the pictures and posters on your walls.

“I’ll be right back with the food alright?” You asked shyly.

“Can we skip dinner tonight, I’m kind of craving cake.” Momo responded.

“Yeah, sure, of course, I’ll go get that then. Be right back.”

Momo nodded as you left to get the cake that you baked and decorated yourself. It took you hours to prepare that cake, and multiple tries to get the decor to look splendid. When you came back, you saw Momo playing around with your rock collection from years ago.

“Hey, remember these stones? You would always show me this collection every time I came over. Bragging about the lustre of the stones, the shininess, the beauty of them.”

“Yeah, of course I do.” You answered while setting down the cake on your desk.

“How I’ve missed seeing these smooth and shiny rocks…”

“Ahem, Miss Hirai Momo.” You stated in a British accent.

Momo looked over at you as you pulled out a small gift box from under your desk.

“Yes, Mister (Y/N)?” She replied in an English accent.

“I have a gift for you.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“It is, indeed.”

Momo finally broke out a smile, laughing at the accents that you two were imitating.

“Come over here and open the box yourself.”

“Right away, good sir.” Momo joked as she continued to accent her speech.

Momo crawled over and you placed the small box, complete with a red ribbon, in her hands. She looked at the box with a grin and then looked to you. You raised your eyebrows, giving her consent to open the box now. Her eyes lit up as she opened the box, revealing an exquisite silver necklace laced with a gemstone head.

“It’s beautiful!” Momo exclaimed, finally dropping her accent.

“I’m glad you like that, you see that little stone there? That’s topaz, and it’s…”

“It’s my birthstone. Topaz is for November. I remember.” Momo finished for you.

“That’s right. Wow, I’m impressed that you remember that. Anyways let’s go light up the candles before the day is over.”

“I remember it all, everything that we’ve been through, all the times that we’ve went to get popsicles during the hot summers, all of it.” Momo suddenly spoke in a serious tone. She grabbed the corner of your shirt and pulled you back down to sit with her.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

“It was nothing really, I’m just glad that-”

Momo’s soft lips were all of a sudden on yours. She pulled your head down closer to hers by grabbing your chin lightly. After a couple of seconds, she released you.

“Thank you, for everything. I never knew how you really felt about me until today. I always thought that you thought of me as your dear childhood friend. I’m touched. You’re always trying so hard to make me happy. I’m sorry for not responding to your feelings.” Momo admitted.

“That’s okay, I didn’t expect you to know what my feelings were. I should’ve told you earlier, I was just afraid of how you would react.”

“It’s my turn now.” Momo said cheerfully.

“Your turn to do what?” You asked dumbly.

“My turn to love you.” Momo reached out and grabbed your hand.

She stared into your eyes and finally said, “Now then, let’s eat some cake.”

This request was so specific that I basically didn’t plan anything at all. So I just started writing, according to the request obviously, and originally thought that I could finish this in around 1500 words. However, I got so into it that it turned out to be this amount! I really need to thank the person who requested this one, thank you for giving me this fantastic idea~ The idea and because it’s about Momo, of course! Sorry to those who don’t enjoy long reads, haha!

- itsmomorin