why do they talk to the athlete right after the race

my favorite destiel fics with less than 500 kudos!!!

here are some fics i love that deserve more recognition!!!

A Change of Scene by SurlyCat

When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn’t expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.

A Simple Touch, A Single Look by jujubiest

Something is going on between Dean and Castiel, and Sam is determined to find out what it is. Meanwhile, Castiel puzzles over surprising aspects of his relationship with Dean.

Command Me to Be Well by PorcupineGirl

After the events of Fan Fiction led them to confess their feelings, Dean and Castiel spend their first night together. Dean is thrilled to discover that Cas’s interests align nicely with his…

“That is what I what I want, Dean Winchester.” He leaned in until their foreheads were touching, their noses brushing, their mouths a scant half an inch apart. Dean could feel Castiel’s breath on his lips. “To worship you.”

Dances With Bees by shiphitsthefan 

There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.

“In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas’ left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU’RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.

Every Last First by Areiton

Somewhere along the way, Cas stopped being an ally, a friend.
Now, he was simply everything.

Heat of the Moment by RipUpTheEnding

In which Sam plans a family vacation at a horse ranch, Cas gets his first human illness (sort of), and Dean finally pulls his stupid alpha head out of his ass.

How To Repel Ghosts by clockworkrobots

“There’s things, there’s…people, feelings that I—I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time.”

(A coda for 10.16 and 10.17)

Kisses by Sunflower Beds by fanforfanatic 

Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he’s already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.

Made Manifest by schmerzerling

Wherein Castiel defied God for Dean before Dean even knew his name.

Mysteries. by orange_crushed

But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.

Negotiating the Spot by shiphitsthefan

"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why.”

The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.

A prequel to Under Honor; Honor-Bound; Until the Stars, but can easily be read as a stand-alone fic.

Once Upon A Dream by jujubiest

Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel’s awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby’s personal space, or Sam’s. Why is Dean different? Maybe there’s something everyone is missing.

Orange You Glad by shiphitsthefan

Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean’s definitely rethinking that opinion.

Racing (And Other Reasons to Sweat) by Carrieosity (dcj)

Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into jobs and everyday life, though, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a triathlon relay team. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.

Dean is not an “athlete.” He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.

RWND by Bookkbaby

Months after the events of REC, Cas is ready to move forward.

Sleeves by saltyfeathers

The Family Business Tattoo Parlor gets a new customer.

Something Like This by AlizarinDreams

PWP continuation of Missing the Point. Really. That’s it.

Steal my Breath by Sincestiel

“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.

Study Break by relucant

“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”

“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”

“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.

They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.

Stupid with a Flare Gun by remmyme

“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago; “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”

Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.

“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”

Summer Blue Skies by destimushi (cockles au)

“You really should have just given him what he wanted.” The man circled around Jensen leisurely, as if taking a stroll in the park, and stopped right before him. Eyes the colour of a clear summer sky stared back at him. “But…maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t because now I get what I want.”

The mission was to infiltrate. Jensen knew the consequences of capture, and when it happened, he was ready to die for his country. Misha Collins was the master of torture, and it shouldn’t be difficult to hate him, but the interrogator was hot and cold, and Jensen soon found the boundaries between love and hate blurring.

Take Your Time by smallhorizons

Written for bottom!cas Wednesday on Tumblr.

Basically: Dean takes his time opening up Cas with his tongue and fingers before he finally slips inside and gives Cas what he wants.

The Sweetest Taste by habitatfordeanwinchester

“I assure you that I can feel and taste things just as well as you can, if not more so.”

“You’ve spent centuries as a, what do you call it, fucking celestial wavelength? You can’t possibly tell me that you think you’re a greater authority on hot chocolate.”

***

In which Dean and Castiel argue about hot chocolate.

to be made of stars by ftera

Castiel Novak is infuriating. He can’t finish an art project without making a huge mess, his typically charcoal colored fingers leave smears along household objects, he makes fun of Dean all the time, and he’s a perfectionist about everything.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Dean’s in way over his head, because someone like him doesn’t deserve someone like Cas.

(Of course, that’s not to say it won’t stop him from trying.)

It starts out, as most things don’t, with a drawing.

We Love Camp Campbell by feelsnotfeelings

Dean Winchester arrives at Camp Campbell baggage in tow. Freshly dumped and fresh out of rehab, a summer romance is the last thing he needs. Until he meets Castiel Novak.

Featuring: bonfires, movie marathons, nosy coworkers, brotherly bonding, and Jody forcibly pulling Dean’s head out of his ass.

Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken 

“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.

“The Dagger of Hasetsu”

“Do you think there are really ninjas there?” Sara leaned into Mila softly, linking their arms together.

“No way,” Mila sputtered, collecting herself as she caught the sweet scent of Sara’s hair. “It’s just an urban legend or something. Something to get the silly tourists all excited.”

“Yuuri, Yuuri! I want to see the ninjas!” Victor was buzzing all around Yuuri, tugging ceaselessly on his shirt.

They were standing in the shadow of Hasetsu Castle, which was posted high above them, green tiled arches glistening in the sun. Yuuri’s mother, being the kind of mother she was, had invited Yuuri’s competitors to come stay with their family at the hot springs for a visit. Yuuri hadn’t expected that every single one of them would take her up on the offer… at the same time. It was a little overwhelming.

The other skaters had pressed Yuuri into showing them the sights, citing Victor’s rave review of Hasetsu. Yuuri didn’t know how to break it to them, but there wasn’t much to see. In fact, their trip around the city had probably been more exciting for the locals.

They were an interesting sight, after all- a pack of foreign professional athletes huddled together around Yuuri like a bunch of baby ducks, staring up in awe at Hasetsu Castle as if they thought the building was watching them back.

“Ninjas?” Georgi swooned. “How mysterious.”

“You can’t be stupid enough to think they’re really hiding something like that up there,” Yurio grumbled. “Tell them, Yuuri.”

“Actually…” Yuuri trailed off evasively.

“I knew it!” Victor exclaimed. “Come on, Yuuri, you’ve kept me waiting long enough. Can’t we see inside? Just a peek.”

“Well…” Yuuri started to sweat as the others pressed in around him. “It’s dangerous.”

“Sounds exciting!” Emil was grinning hard. He grabbed onto Michele’s hand and raised it high in the air. “We’re in!”

“Speak for yourself!” Michele barked, flapping his arm in attempt to escape.

“We’re in, too!” Sara said, and Mila nodded.

“Sara, no,” Michele whined. “He just said it’s not safe. We should wait outside.”

“We’ll be careful, won’t we, Yuuri?” Sara prodded.

“Er- uhm-”

Yurio was already starting up the stone steps without them. He had a new fire burning in his eyes.

“Like I’m gonna let Katsudon stop me from seeing the ninjas. C’mon, Beka!”

Otabek followed quietly after him like an old dog.

“I’ll race ya, Mickey!” Emil shouted, taking off at top speed.

“What- no- Sara, wait!” Michele stumbled after his sister, who was already disappearing into the trees.

“Seung-gil, let’s take a selfie together at the top!” Phichit called cheerfully.

“Everyone, wait-!” Yuuri tried, but it was too late. The other skaters were already rushing to the top without him.

“Let’s hurry, or we’ll be left behind.” Victor’s smooth voice cut through Yuuri’s panicked thoughts. He was playfully rubbing Yuuri’s inner arm. “Unless that’s what you wanted… It’s just us now.”

Yuuri eyed him with amusement.

“Yeah. Just you, me, and Chihoko.”

He started up the stairs after the group, leaving Victor to absorb his words.

“Yuuri, that’s mean!” Victor wailed after him.

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“How do you open this damn thing?” Yurio grunted as he pried at the doors with both hands and one foot.

“Maybe we have to ring the doorbell,” Otabek suggested calmly.

“Beka, what-?”

“This is ridiculous,” Seung-gil muttered.

“Maybe there’s a secret button,” Emil chimed in.

“Of course.” Minami nodded sagely. “Ninjas are very secretive. They don’t want just anybody getting in there.”

“Well I’m not just anybody, and I’m getting in whether Yuuri likes it or not!” Yurio swore. “Give me a boost!”

Otabek stooped a bit so that Yurio could climb onto his shoulders.

“I see an opening! Can you get a little closer to the door?” Yurio asked, wobbling a little as he stood up.

“Careful!” Guang Hong hovered nervously around Otabek, reaching out to brace Yurio’s legs.

“Maybe we should wait for Yuuri,” Leo offered. He exchanged a look with Chris, who just shook his head.

“Why wait? Fortune favors the brave!” JJ slapped Otabek on the back in support, causing Yurio to almost lose his balance.

“Watch it!” Yurio snapped, clinging to the building like a cat over a bathtub.

“Can you see inside?” Phichit asked, standing on tiptoe.

“I think… if I get on this ledge…”

“What are you doing??” Yuuri shrieked as he and Victor reached the landing.

Woah!” Yurio’s palm slipped and he toppled head-first out of sight. They heard him hit the floor on the other side of the door.

“Oh my god,” Yuuri said quietly.

Ow……Wow! Urgh… You guys have to see this! This is so cool!”

“Yuri, don’t touch anything!” Yuuri’s voice was firm and low.

“Hey, how come the floor is sinking? I didn’t break it just from falling like that… Crappy ninja architecture-”

Yuuri pushed through the other skaters, stripping off his windbreaker. He pulled his arm back and struck the doors of Hasetsu Castle hard with his open palm in several places, following some kind of pattern invisible to the others. The doors groaned open on their own, parting ominously.

“Yuuri-” Victor saw the expression on his fiancé’s face change. It was the same look Yuuri had right before a competition. When concentration overpowered any other thought and the rest of the world was blocked out.

Yurio was standing in the middle of an enormous, cathedral-like hall lined with pillars. Everywhere he stepped, a section of the floor began to lower out of sight, like a puzzle that was losing pieces, fast. He kept jumping back, out of the way, moving further and further inside.

“It’s just like Indiana Jones!” Leo mused aloud. Then realization struck him. “Oh no.”

“What are you talking about?” Yurio tripped and fell backwards, grabbing onto one of the pillars as he went down. The pillar emitted a buzzer noise and lit up red around his hand. “What th-”

It happened so fast that Victor wasn’t entirely sure that he hadn’t imagined it.

Thousands of small, square panels opened up in the walls, releasing a spray of shiny steel knives.

Yuuri lunged forward onto his hands and launched himself into the middle of the knife storm, twisting and flipping his way across the hall while blades from every angle sliced the air around him. A pit of fire opened up in the middle of the floor, spreading towards the very edges of the building. Yuuri’s foot caught the lip of the pit as the floor receded into the wall and he pushed off from it, ricocheting off the top of a pillar like a pinball, landing softly next to Yurio on the other side.

There was an electric whirring noise and Yurio looked up to see a set of circular saw blades descending from the ceiling above him. He tried to get to his feet but his legs felt like jello. He didn’t know where to step. A loud clank behind him made him freeze up. A grate near the back wall was opening, one bar at a time. Behind it a hungry-looking crocodile was opening its mouth and emitting a deep, rolling growl.

“D-Don’t leave me, idiot!” Yurio shouted as Yuuri sprung into the air again, glancing off a pillar on the opposite side of the hall, which lit up green under his touch. A pair of shuriken dropped from the ceiling, dangling from ribbons- as unreachable as stars above Yurio’s head. But he watched as Yuuri snatched them from the sky and threw them, mid-flight, into the back wall. They lodged with a hollow thunking noise, and- to Yurio’s great relief- the saw blades above him stopped moving. The crocodile let out a hiss of frustration. The floor began to close, concealing the live flames roaring underneath.

The shuriken had stuck in perfect parallel, barely an inch apart. Yuuri pulled them out and blew the dust off of them, shining them on his shirt.

“Now I have to reset all of this…” he sighed. He walked over to Yurio, who was still a puddle on the floor. “Are you hurt?”

Yurio shook his head slowly.

“I told you to wait for me,” Yuuri said, exasperated. “Well, as long as nobody was injured…”

He looked over at the entrance to find the entire skating community staring at him in shocked silence. Minami was the first to react.

“THAT. WAS. INCREDIBLE!!” he screamed in Japanese, tears in his eyes. “Yuuri-san, you really are the best!”

“My, Yuuri, what did we just witness?” Chris raised his eyebrows, both terrified and aroused.

Victor looked like his heart was going to explode. He was clutching his chest with one hand, bracing himself in the doorway with the other. Phichit patted him on the back sympathetically.

Yuuri shrugged, bashful now that everyone was looking at him.

“I had a lot of free time growing up in a small town.”

“Wow, Yuuri, I never would have guessed from looking at you that you were this cool!” JJ praised, putting his foot in his mouth as usual.

“Uh… t-thanks? So… Did you guys still want a tour of this place? This is just the foyer-”

Yurio ran past him in the opposite direction.

They were all in agreement with Mila, who said,

“No, I think we’re good.”

Cliché

Originally posted by iluvaqt

Just a fluffy, cheesy, gym workout riddled with sexual tension and pining. Wanda meddling, the boys being stupid and trying to show off, the usual.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Nothing?? meddling Wanda, Sam being pretentious, Bucky showing off, awkwardish reader.. Steve’s delectable abs…

Word Count: 2k


You laid on your bed, scrolling through tumblr on your phone while the rain outside tapped onto the glass of your window. You rested on your back with your phone held above you, the soft duvet cold and comforting against your skin in comparison to the sticky air in the room. You let out a dramatic sigh, bored and impatient with the crappy weather lately.

The sky outside was almost green looking and the air was thick and hot despite the rain. You were restlessly bored and increasingly uncomfortable.

As you went to like a photoset, your phone slipped from your hand and slammed into your face.

“Nice,” a voice chuckled from the doorway.

You groaned and rubbed your nose softly, “Shut up, Wanda.” You rolled onto your stomach and buried your face into the covers dramatically.

“One of those days?” she laughed, sitting down on the queen bed next to you.

“I am so bored,” you voice was muffled by the blanket.

“Why don’t we go to the gym? Put this energy to good use.”

You groaned, “I know I should but I don’t want to,”

“This is why you’re bored,” she laughed, “you just don’t do anything even though there are things to do.”

You knew she was right and it made you mad.

“We could even go to an outside gym or something if you’re bored with the facility,” she continued.

“I’m not bored with our gym,” You mumbled

“Then what’s the problem? You haven’t trained in so long. Not judging–” She throws her hands up in defense when you sit up suddenly

Your mind flashed to the reason you avoid the Avengers training room–a certain blue eyed captain that distracts your work out with his perfectly sculpted muscles and sweaty skin and leaves you frustrated and angry. You may or may not have a crush on him, but you ignored it–it couldn’t go anywhere, he was your boss!

You had been avoiding Steve since you realized you liked him.

“Come on, I want to practice hand to hand some more and you need to get out of this room!” she whined, pulling you up from the bed.

“Wandaaaa,” You whined, “I can’t”

“Why not? Either you work out with me or you tell me why not!” her accent thickened with her frustration.

“It’s hot.”

“We have AC.”

You glared at her pointedly.

“Ugh, fine.” You went into your bathroom and shut the door.

“‘Fine’ you’ll tell me or ‘fine’ you’ll work out with me?” she called through the door.

You came out in your favorite workout clothes to answer her.

“Happy?”

“Yes!”

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Always Halfway to Go, Part II

from the Holsom water aerobics AU. Part I. Read it on Ao3. 

Everything was not fine.

They get through practices easily enough to both their surprise. It’s early in the preseason so practices are focused on building team unity and assessing skill, not one-on-one coach/player development, and Adam can’t decide if he’s excited or nervous for that day to come with Justin. One the one hand, it’s awkward. It’s weird and strange and neither of them really knows what to do about it, but on the other hand…Justin is an incredible athlete. He can play right and left equally well, he tracks the puck and pursues scoring opportunities even in scrimmages. His previous defense partner graduated last spring but he’s still first line material, even if they haven’t secured his partner for this season yet. Adam’s not sure why they haven’t assigned Pointdexter or Nurse to him yet, but Murray is inexplicably set on keeping those two together.

One night, hours into watching last season’s tape, Adam has a frightening thought: What would he have done if he hadn’t been drafted? Would he have come to Samwell anyway? Would they be partners? Would they even be friends? Would they be more? The questions are overwhelming enough, but the impossible scenarios racing through his mind are enough to make him pop a vicodin and flop into bed with only a mound of pillows for company.

Adam has to get over this crush. He tells himself that before every practice, after every practice, when he’s alone in his apartment doing his stretches. He mumbles it under his breath as he carefully steps into the pool a week later, only stopping when he wades over to where Linda, Diane, Beth, and Tabitha are gathered before class.

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so, i ranted about spideychelle in the tags of one of @spideychelleforever‘s posts and @aqhrodites called me out by posting my tags here and i’m a sucker and will write anything probably. this is inspired by tom’s instas here, here, and here and a conversation with @spideychelleforever. also tagging @spideychelle-romanogers bc she loves me. part two now here.

pretending to drown is immature and wrong (ao3 link)

It’s the summer after sophomore year and Michelle has a problem. And this problem presents itself quite often because Michelle’s designated (and paid, which she’s quite happy about) job for the summer is to babysit her little sister Leia. And Leia loves going to the pool. Which, okay, Michelle’s all for her sister going to the pool and playing Marco Polo and doing dives with her friends. It’s just that Peter Parker happens to work at the pool as the lifeguard. And he’s there nearly every day she goes with Leia. And he’s also almost always shirtless. Hence, Michelle’s problem.

Look, it’s not as if Michelle didn’t know Peter Parker was attractive before the summer. She spent most of sophomore year staring at him from a distance. She watched as he fawned over Liz and as he started to flake more and more and saw the sudden change after Liz left when he started showing up as a teammate and classmate. (What? They did projects together. She had a vested interest in his dedication to school.)

If you watch a boy all year, eventually you’re going to notice when he has some attractive features. Like when he showers and heads straight to school so his curls are all damp and twisting all over his head. Or when he runs around the gym during PE class and his shorts are tight on his ass. Or when Ned makes a joke at lunch or during practice and Peter’s whole face lights up and his features scrunch together as the pure joy takes over all his features.

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anonymous asked:

Hey lovely I've had an idea bouncing around my noggin lately.. What about an angsty bughead fic where Juggy gets concerned that Betty's going to hurt herself like Polly? I don't know why, maybe she did or something.. Just a thought.. Love your writing! ❤

I’ve gotten a lot of angsty requests lately and I’m actually really enjoying writing them! Thank you so much!
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He was scared. Jughead jones was actually so terrified, he found it difficult to focus on anything, including his novel.

It wasn’t the “I’m gonna fail my history test” type of scared, it was more “I’m losing the one person in this world who really matters to me.” Type of scared

Betty was falling. No one seemed to notice but him, but what he was seeing was enough to scare even the toughest socially awkward teenager.

Everyday, the bags under her eyes would get darker, her palms were almost always bloody, and he hadn’t seen her laugh in almost a month, and then their was tonight.

The gang had been having a late night study session, when they brought up the upcoming midterm Veronica had jokingly said

“It’s pretty much the end of our lives if we fail the calculus midterm, right bets?”

Betty’s eyes became glossier than normal and she nodded

“Yeah totally, the end of my life.”

Jughead stared at her for a little but Betty didn’t meet his eyes, she kept her face towards the window, staring blankly outside.

While he was walking her home she had turned to him

“Thank you Jughead, you’re my best friend, you’ve been so great through everything, I’m really proud of you, I want you to know that. ”

His heart race sped up.

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

She smiled sadly

“Because I’m going inside.”

“Betty..”

“Bye juggie”

Then the door had slammed, echoing through his ears.

He had gone home and hadn’t done a single thing but think about the beautiful blonde angel.

This wasn’t doing him any good, grabbing his beanie he was out the door, fast as he came in.

Before he knew it, he was standing under Betty’s window. He was not athletic, and he most definitely should have thought this through, considering the only way in, required climbing a tree and sliding through the window.

“Okay jones, you got this.”

After about twelve failed attempts to mount the tree, he finally made it to the top, balancing on the tree and sliding in through the window.

There was betty, laying on her bed, eyes closed with her ear buds in her ears.

Beside her bed was an orange pill bottle and he immediately snatched it from the dresser, effectively grabbing her attention, she jumped up knocking her her earbuds out.

“Jughead?! What are you doing in here? How did you get in here?! Did you climb that tree?!” She said in a panicky ramble, eyes wide.

“I ask the questions here! Why is this pill bottle by your bed, what are you doing with all of these ?”

She looked at him confused

“Jughead, those are my sleeping pills, why do you care about those?”

He shook his head

“ you don’t need to sleep! You need to stay alive! You can’t die Betty, the gang needs you! I need you. I’m sorry I haven’t been there, I didn’t know what to do.. it’s my fault, I’m just so emotionally stunted.” He was rambling and Betty cut him off

“ woah woah woah! Die? Who said anything about dying? I need those pills because I have nightmares. I’m depressed Jughead not suicidal.” She said softly.

“Isn’t depression just a gateway to suicide?” He asked panicky.

She grabbed his hand and sat him down on her bed

“Sometimes that is the case, but I’m getting help. I don’t wanna kill myself, I’m just tired almost all the time, and I find it difficult to focus. I know I haven’t been much fun to hang out with and I’m sorry, but I’m working on getting better. Actually talking to you about all this, makes me feel a little better.” She smiled at him.

Releasing the breath he was holding

“So you don’t plan on leaving the earth anytime soon?”

She laughed

“Nope Jughead, you’re stuck with me for as long as the good lord sees fit.”


Flopping back on her bed he sighed

“Thank god.”

She Layed down beside him

“So you need me huh?”

He closed his eyes

“More than you’ll ever know Betty Cooper”

graduation imagine

@tcobsession : If you could I would looove an after graduation imagine with a math teacher. It would be amazing if you could ❤❤  

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You walked out of the school hall with a certificate in your hand and a smile on your face. Today was the day you graduated, the day you were finally free from the pointless rules and the petty drama of high school. You could now live your life to the fullest, and do some traveling around Europe like you’d dreamt of since you were a kid.

“Y/N!” Your best friend cried out from the group of people she was standing around. Their heads slowly turned around; her dad,  your parents, your English teacher, and a face you’d grown very fond of as of the past three years - your Math teacher.

As you walked toward the group, you started to panic. Just seeing his blond hair and athletic build made your heart race, and it killed you that this would be the last time you’d ever see him again.

It was your parents who pulled you into a hug first, both kissing your cheeks at the same time. “I can’t breathe!” You cried, laughing as they pulled away.

“We’re so, so proud of you darling,” your mum breathed, her eyes brimming with tears.

Your dad rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop it,” he told her, before smiling at you. “Well done, honey.”

You grinned, watching as your best friend and your TC talked among each other. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest as you wished that was you right now, but your time would come, it had to.

Your English teacher placed her hands on your forearms, sighing in contentment. “Y/N, you were such a pleasure to teach. I wish you a very happy life, and I know that no matter what you do, you’ll be brilliant at it.”

“Thank you Miss,” you smiled, pulling her into a hug. She smiled warmly at you when you pulled away.

BF/N’s dad was quick to congratulate you after that. “Good job for not letting BF/N distract you too much,” he winked, making you laugh.

Your best friend grabbed her dad’s arm. “Come on, we have to go and see Mr. Callahan,” she whined, before dragging him away. It was no secret that Mr. Callahan was admired by almost every girl in the school. He was the Art teacher who’d only started this year, and he was very, very good-looking. Almost as much as TC/N, but no one had anything on him.

“Would any of you like a coffee?” your English teacher asked you.

TC/N and yourself politely declined whilst your parents both nodded enthusiastically. “Well, follow me,” she said, leading them away to the beverage stall and leaving you two alone.

You looked at TC for a moment. You took in his irresistible scent of cinnamon, his outfit consisting of a fitted grey suit with a white shirt and black tie, the small strands of hair that fell into his ocean blue eyes that you had so deeply fallen in love with. There was no denying that this man had had an immense impact on not only your education but your mind too. There wasn’t a minute where this man didn’t cross your mind, and by the end of the year you found it almost impossible to concentrate in his class when he sent you winks and smirks from across the room. He was almost intoxicating in the way that he drew you in, but you enjoyed it so much.

“So,” TC/N said, interrupting your thoughts. “This is the end.”

You sighed in relief. “Thank God,” you laughed. “I don’t think I could take another year now.”

TC/N clutched his chest in mock horror. “Well, I’m sorry for causing you so much pain!” He exclaimed, sarcasm lacing his voice.

“Shut up,” you laughed. “I just need a new start, that’s all.”

He nodded, looking into your eyes with his bright blue ones which drove you oh-so-crazy every time you saw them. “I think we all do at some point,” he said. “I think you’re great, you know that, right?”

Your heart raced and you felt a heat rush to your cheeks. “Really?”

He smirked, “really. Which is why I’m going to suggest that we keep in touch. I need some greatness in my life, and I don’t think I can take spending a year without you irritating me with your crazy questions every Tuesday and Friday.”

“Hey!” You protested, your cheeks now burning. “I’m not irritating. And they weren’t crazy questions. I just…. wanted to get to know you, that’s all.”

A laugh escaped his full pink lips, and from that moment on you were staring at them, imagining them on yours. He caught your gaze and cleared his throat, the cheeky smirk still apparent on his defined face.

“Well,” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “If you’re not too busy, I think I can handle you irritating me for a while longer.”

He discreetly brushed his hand with yours, and you were positive that there were a million and one butterflies fluttering in your stomach right now. This was happening. The moment you had been dreaming of for three whole years was happening. TC/N, the guy of your dreams, was interested in you.

Confidence, Y/N, confidence, you thought to yourself, as you cocked an eyebrow. “And what do you mean by that, exactly?” you asked.

TC/N laughed, reaching into his pocket and taking out a black iPhone. “I think you know exactly what I mean. Give me your number, and I’ll text you.”

Your hands shook a little but you kept yourself composed as you took his phone, typing your name and number into his contacts. You passed the phone back to him, allowing your eyes to meet and your fingers to linger over each other’s for a while.

“Expect to hear from me very soon,” he told you, before pulling you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso, inhaling his sweet scent and never wanting to let go. To you, he was a dream. A complete and utter dream. He was absolutely unreal, and for him to take an interest in you was impossible in your mind.

You slowly started to pull away, but not before you a placed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be waiting,” you smiled devilishly, before turning and walking away.

Seconds after, you felt a buzz into your pocket. You took your phone out, and what was written on the screen surprised you completely:

i live in the third house on redgrove lane, you’ll know which one it is by my car outside. you, me, a blanket fort and italian food, tonight at 7. what do you say?

And with a huge smirk plastered onto your face, you replied:

sounds like a plan. x

Wild Thoughts

length: 1,279 words

summary: skyping with hoseok; sorry it’s kinda short and sucks, I just wanted to write something for him after seeing him in short shorts on v live HAHA

Walking into your room after brushing your teeth, you practically jumped at the sound of an incoming skype call. Sitting down on your bed, you pulled your laptop into your lap, smiling at your boyfriend’s name flashing up on the screen. Hitting accept, you leaned back, waiting for his face to appear on the screen. And once it did, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

He smiled wide, running a hand through his hair as he got comfortable in his hotel bed. Hoseok and the boys were only a few stops into their U.S tour, and though you were so proud of them for it. You really missed him.

“You’re not asleep yet? Or did I wake you?”

“No.” You grabbed your phone, plugging it in before turning your attention back to him. “I, couldn’t sleep. The bed is pretty empty without you.”

“Tell me about it. I tried to have Kihyun take your place but, it wasn’t the same.”

You gasped, pretending to be a bit offended. “You’re gone for only a few days and you’re already trying to replace me?” Hoseok just laughed, rubbing his neck but never breaking eye contact with you. “Come on babe, you know I could never. Plus, Kihyun isn’t nearly as cute as you, so he definitely couldn’t take your place.”

The two of you didn’t talk for a moment or two, just being happy to be able to see one another. Sure texting and phone calls were an often occurrence while Hoseok was gone. But nothing compared to skype calls or facetime and being able to see one another.

“Hey, what shirt is that?” Looking down, you pulled at the hem, realizing it was one of Hoseok’s favorite shirts. “Y/n, you know I love that shirt. I thought I lost it because I couldn’t find it when packing.” Slightly blushing, you wrapped your arms around your waist. Giving Hoseok an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, it’s just really comfy. And, it smells like you. It helps me sleep.”

“It’s okay.” Hoseok just smiled, not able to actually be upset with you over a shirt. “It looks better on you anyways.”

Playfully covering up your face to hide your blush, you whined. “I look horrible, I’m about to go to sleep. Don’t lie and say I look good right now.”

“Oh cut it out, you’re gorgeous. Beautiful. As always, don’t be silly.” Moving your hands, you watched as he stretched, his muscles flexing as he reached above his head. Looking at his arms, Hoseok caught on to what you were looking at. “It’s not nice to stare baby girl.”

Quickly looking at his face on the screen again, you saw him smirking cockily at you while he rested his hands above his head, making sure his muscles were on full display. Doing his best to mess with you, knowing what his muscles did to you.

You loved Hoseok for many reasons. He was so kind, loving, and he adored you. But his body was also a plus. However, he knew how to use it to his advantage and make your thoughts race.

He’d clearly been working out while he was gone. Probably making sure he got to the gym at least once while in each city they stopped in. And it was definitely paying off. Just looking at his arms your thoughts were already working against you. Imaging what it would be like to have him there with you, his arms wrapped you as you to lay together. Making you feel so incredibly safe in his embrace. Like nothing could ever happen to you.

“Babe?”

Again snapping from your thoughts, you shyly looked at him. “What are you thinking about?” A slight smirk on his lips as he looked at you. Licking his lips as he awaited a response. “Um, nothing.”

“Tell me~”

Hoseok whined as your cheeks grew redder, debating whether or not you wanted to tell him. Knowing it would only boost his ego and make his head even bigger.

“Your arms, they, look good. I can see you haven’t missed going to the gym while on the road.”

Looking down at his arms, he just smiled. Making sure to flex a bit and make your heart skip a beat. “Yeah, I mean. I gotta make sure I look good for when I come home to you. I’m glad you think I look good. But you know.” Pulling at his shirt, he looked closer at the fabric. Then stood up, setting his laptop to the side. But making sure the camera could still see him as he walked around.

The first thing you noticed was his shorts. He knew what those shorts did to you, and that’s exactly why he had them on. He had clearly planned ahead for this skype call.

There were two things that Hoseok knew would instantly make you feel some type of way. His muscles, more specifically his arms. But also, when he wore shorts. And not like athletic basketball shorts. No, practically booty shorts that showed off his sculpted thighs and legs. You didn’t know what it was, but before dating Hoseok, you’d never actually noticed or appreciated a guy with nice legs. More specifically, thighs.

As he walked over to his suitcase, he pulled off his shirt. Making sure you could clearly see the muscles in his back. Looking over his shoulder just to make sure you were watching him. After searching through his clothes, he ended up walking back to the laptop, leaning on his elbows and doing his best to give you a good view of his chest.

“You okay? You’re looking a little hot.”

As he laughed at you, clearly affected by his actions, he pulled on a new shirt, then sat back down and pulled his computer back into his lap.

“Um, why did you change shirts? That other one was fine.”

“No, it had a stain.”

“Hoseok, it was a white shirt and there was nothing on it. You’re lying.”

Hoseok slightly smirked, noticing your change of tone. He was getting to you, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were enjoying it. “Oh, maybe you’re right. I don’t think there was anything on it now that I think about it.”

“Hoseok!”

You whined, just making him laugh as he rested his head against the headboard. “I just wanted to have a little fun with you. I know you miss me. All of me. And, I just wanted to give you something to look forward to when I come home. Normally I would’ve kept going, but Kihyun should be back any minute. Plus, you were drooling a lot and I was afraid you might break your laptop or something.”

“Babe! That’s not funny!”

As Hoseok laughed, you quickly wiped your chin, just in case he wasn’t lying and you really had been drooling. “It is funny, but it’s also cute babe. I know you miss me, and I really miss you too. A lot. But, I’ll be home soon.”

“I miss you so much. But, I really am proud of you. All of you guys. I just really want you to hurry up and come home. I hate when you’re gone long.”

As you yawned, Hoseok realized it was getting late and he should probably go to bed too. Needing to be up early for sound checks tomorrow.

“Well, I’ll let you get to sleep. I should be going too. Sleep tight, sweet dreams.”

“After the show you put on before there’s not gonna be anything sweet about them.”

Hoseok laughed at your jokingly annoyed tone.

“Fine, then have some sexy dreams. Good night baby girl.”

Four Walls (Jungkook, OC) Scenario

Hi guys! Here is the Jungkook scenario I had promised. It was supposed to be posted on his birthday two days ago but I was preoccupied. It’s been really busy with my book release coming closer… are you excited? haha! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! It was inspired by Kookie’s scene from the highlight reel video.


If there was one thing Jungkook hates, it was being tied down.

He was 20 years old, at the prime of his youth; stretching his wings wide against an array of possibilities and opportunities. People always told him he was a free spirit. Restraint has never been in his vocabulary and Jungkook had always loved the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins which he got from doing extreme sports. Drag racing, motorbike exhibitions, bungee jumping, you name it… Jungkook has done it all.

Everything was going well for him. He had quit college after realizing school wasn’t for him, to pursue his passion, and he had been performing exhibitions ever since. He was an athlete with sponsors hanging off his arms, supporting all his acts. Because aside from his obvious talent and mad skills, a portion of those YouTube subscribers and Instagram followers that came by the thousands also came to see him.

Jungkook was a looker, and he knew it. His female fans knew that pretty well too.

So it wasn’t a surprise how much support he got from the public and Jungkook was practically living the “rock star dream”.

But one accident almost ruined it all.

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Songfic: A thousand years

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucks. Really sorry.

Prompt:  For the songfics could you do 104 A Thousand Years by Christina Perri? Oh my gosh, that’s honestly one of my favorite songs, I’m so glad it was on the list. And for the fic could you make it fluffy please? Thank you! ☺️

Warinings: pregnancy, fluff, idiot Chris haha!

——–

I exhale while I looked at him. He was so damn handsome. Even with that worry look in his face. Those sweet blue sky eyes… and the frown above them.

“So… what is it, babe?” Chris held my hands and kissed my knuckles.

“Chris, I… we…” I changed the direction of my life-changing speech “have only dated for a few months, we’ve had wonderful times together, I love you” I smiled, knowing that tears were close, really close to make their spectacular entrance.

“I love you too.” That’s the only thing he said “I think you knew that and I know that you love me, but I sense that there’s something else” I nodded and looked in my bag. I handed him a sonogram.

“I’m pregnant. I know that this wasn’t planned. I just found out and I’m terrified. Chris, please say something”. And out of the blues, I felt like… shit. He dropped my hand and ran his fingers through her barely-growing hair.

“Chris?” I insisted. He didn’t respond. I sighed. “Alright, then. I can’t imagine what you’re thinking, but when your girlfriend tells you she’s pregnant, you have to say something.” I stood up and made my way out of his place.

———

Chris didn’t stop me when I left. That made me so angry and sad. And angry again. It was a rollercoaster. I imagined that the news would turned out different. I hope it’d end differently. Now, he had been calling like crazy, but I wasn’t ready to face another rejection. Not for me, not to our baby.

I had told him that I was scared to death and he just stood there.

I felt so stupid for picturing the moment I told him in a totally different context. Him picking me up, making me spinning around. And I didn’t get a fucking word. I sighed looking at the photo on my desk. It was from our very first date. We had met on set. As a writer I got the chance to talk with the actors when they had questions about the script. And he had a lot of questions. Like, “would you like to go on a date with me?” and I said couldn’t even speak. I nodded.

Our date night was a mess. I was so late with the delivery of work that I forgot to call him to cancel. When I actually called him, he was outside of my house. I apologized over and over again. He just laughed and asked me to wait there. He picked me up in the office, took me to set. He had arranged everything. Someone was waiting for me with wardrobe and makeup. When I was ready. He had projected a night landscape on screen, the lights were almost off, making the atmosphere romantic and… special. Somehow, I knew that anything was going to be the same ever again. I had met the man of my life.

“Ok, tell something you’re embarrassed of?” he asked while he served another glass of wine.

“Are you for real? This is the first date I should impress you, not telling my weakness” I laughed and he looked at me, those penetrating and curious blue eyes were wondering in my being. It made me nervous. “What? Do I have something on my teeth?” I ran my tongue around my teeth and he just sighed. He didn’t lose his smile. Fuck. What was with him?

“No”

“Then?” I inquired.

“For the record I was already impressed before this date took place. Looking at you running on set, answering my questions patiently, I was impressed by you agreeing on this date. I just… I’m impressed by you. And I just pictured that I’ll find that out your embarrassing moments later, maybe in weeks, months or years. We’re going to know each other for a long time, y/n. I can’t wait to know you. Because to be honest, I want to.” I didn’t know what to say. To be honest, that was a speech. A breathtaking, beautiful and chilling speech. I bit my lips.

“I can’t dance” I murmured. He smiled “That’s something you should know. I… want to dance, but I just can’t.” he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. And that was how all began.

It’s corny and that’s what most girls would probably say after the first date with Capitan America. But I didn’t meet that facet of him. I met the pet lover and the sweet, funny Boston guy… where was him when I told him that there was a little person made by US growing inside me?

I guess that’s why my hopes were up. And amazing beginning, an unrealistic almost a fairytale story. But was it close to finish?

“Y/n? Do you have a moment?” my boss asked I nodded and he told me to go to the set. I put my ID and went down. The lights dimmed as I walked in. there was the same night landscape Chris and I saw in our first date. I looked behind and the doors was closed.

The spotlight made a way I started to follow. Flowers and candles everywhere. There was a shadow. I felt my heart racing I knew who it belonged to. Instinctively, my hand traveled to my not showing belly.

“What’s this?” I asked. He leaned and grabbed my hands, approaching me to his athletic body. He was using dark jeans and a dark gray sweater. I arched my eyebrow.

“I’m getting one step closer” I took my distance and put my arms around me.

“Chris… I don’t understand” I murmured. I saw the corners of his mouth getting up.

“Would you like to dance with me?” I look somewhere else as an ironic comeback. He knew that my abilities for dancing were closer to the floor than actually moving my feet. He didn’t let me answer, he grabbed me and started to smoothly dance. He, unlike me, knew how. His strong body guided my clumsy body.

“There’s no music” I tried to take a step back but he didn’t allow me to. It started a sweet melody by piano and violin. But it wasn’t from a record. I looked around and there was a band. “Chris?”

“A few years ago, I was the sexiest man alive. You know? Right now I’m only the stupidest man alive. I let the love of my life walk away from me with our baby.”

“Wait, what?” I inquired, this time, I took my distance. He was standing in front of me, he looked different. What did I miss?

“I love you. I loved you since the very first time I saw you running here, literally. I knew that you were the woman I needed to meet. That I needed to love. I have loved you since then and then I actually loved you and here we are. When we met, I asked you what embarrassed you the most. The thing I’m most embarrassed is letting you go, but” and suddenly, he knelt “I loved you. I love you, and I will always love you. I’m sorry I reacted that way, I’ll make it up to you and our baby. But right now, I just want you to know, that you’re not alone in this, y/n. I don’t have any doubts, when I look at you, everything disappear. Just, don’t be afraid, I’m not leaving you again. Let me love you forever, be my wife. y/n, will you marry me?” he opened a little red box. There was a ring on it. I was already crying.  

“Yes” I answered. “Yes, yes, and yes!” he stood up smiling and slid the ring on my finger.

“I’m so sorry, baby” I cried while he hugged me. He kissed me and knelt again. “Hi, baby, this is daddy. I just wanted you to know that I’ve loved you for a thousand years, and I’ll love you for a thousand more. Just like I love your mommy even when she’s the worst dancer ever.”

Chapter Seven 

Player: Tyler Seguin – Dallas Stars

Prompt: The next chapter in Give Us a Chance.

Mentions: Jamie & Jordie Benn, Michael Del Zotto

Warnings: Angst & Fighting, Maybe a cuss word.

Preview: But with Jamie and Jordie off talking to some friends and quite a few more shots later, you had changed your story. You were dancing when you felt someone behind you. You knew it wasn’t Jamie or Jordie based on how close they were getting. You giggled. You turned your head and saw the familiar face.

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Originally posted by sheercompulsion

Ever since that day after the boat, you might have been avoiding Tyler. You were trying to sort through all the feelings you had for him and what your next play would be. You knew you obviously still had feelings for him, but Tyler was always going to be a star hockey player. You weren’t sure where you fit in that lifestyle anymore.

You saw Tyler here and there, held simple conversations but you tried to keep your distance

You were sitting out by the docks reading a book when you heard footsteps approaching. You glanced behind you to see the younger Benn brother walking onto the deck, beaming.

“Well hello Y/N.,” he said enthusiastically.

“I already know you are up to something Benn. You are being way too extra.” You giggled.

“You are one smart cookie.” He chuckled rubbing the top of your head.

“So, what’s up Benn?”

“Well, Tyler is hosting this party downtown…” he began sheepishly.

“Let me stop you right there. That is a bad idea waiting to happen.” You interrupted.

“Come on, Y/N. Jordie and I will be with you the entire time. You will have a fun time. Don’t you want to get out a little?” he pushed.

You rolled your eyes as you thought about every possible situation that could play out.

“Jamie, I don’t know.” You responded still unsure.

“Please?” he pouted trying to pull off his best puppy dog look. It was a pretty decent try.

“Fine, but only if you stop looking at me like that, it’s creeping me out.”

 He laughed pushing his creepy puppy dog face closer to you.

 “Stop it!” you giggled.

“Your dates will pick you up at 8 sharp!” He smiled as he ran off the deck

You chuckled as you stood to your own feet and walked your way back up to the house. You had no idea what you were going to wear and you knew it would take you quite a while to figure it out.

After what seemed like hours and raiding your entire closet, twice, you found it. You decided on a simple black bodycon dress with a slit showing a bit of skin on your thigh. You hadn’t dressed this sexy for a while and you had to say it felt remarkable. You blew out and curled your hair, giving yourself a smoky eye and bright red lip. You were slipping into your nude Louboutin heels, buckling the bows on your ankles as the doorbell rang.

You grabbed your clutch and headed down the stairs, opening the door for the suit-clad Benn brothers. Their jaws dropped.

“Damn Y/N knows how to clean up!” Jordie whooped.

You blushed and followed them to the running car.

You didn’t notice Tyler sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Hi Tyler,” you said softly.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N.”

The red once again rushed to your cheeks, this time more intensely.

The car ride fell into a comfortable silence, only the soft hum of the radio.

You reached the club where the party was being hosted and you all headed inside.

Tyler was off to do what you assumed was his “party-hosting duties.”

You followed the Benns to the VIP area and sat down. You were talking casually about Katie with Jamie when Jordie walked up with a handful of shots of some kind of colorful liquor.

“Let’s get this party started” he quipped as you handed you a shot.

You looked at the colorful shot you held in front of you and thought why not. You threw the shot back with a smile.

Jamie and Jordie led you to dance. You three danced and were having a good time. You hadn’t even seen Tyler. You noticed that there were some other hockey players as well as some more athletes in the VIP as well but paid them no attention.

But with Jamie and Jordie off talking to some friends and quite a few more shots later, you had changed your story. You were dancing when you felt someone behind you. You knew it wasn’t Jamie or Jordie based on how close they were getting. You giggled. You turned your head and saw the familiar face. 

You recognized him from Tyler’s Biocamp, as well as quite a few Instagram posts. Michael Del Zotto was grinding behind you and you weren’t complaining, but then again you were feeling quite tipsy.

You continued for a few more songs, until suddenly you were being whisked away quite fast. You were having trouble keeping up, you looked down, watching as you fumbled in your heels. When you finally looked up, you saw a very angry Tyler pulling you outside.

You finally found your courage to speak up.

“What the hell!” you exclaimed when you got outside.

“I should be asking you the same damn question Y/N!” he responded fuming.

“It was just dancing, Tyler,” you said rolling your eyes.

“With Del Zotto? And it looked like a lot more than dancing!” he almost yelled.

“Why does it matter to you?” you questioned as the blood racing through your veins boiled. Who was he to judge you?

“What is that supposed to mean?” He questioned his anger becoming more and more apparent.

“Exactly what I said! Its none of your business anymore! You have no room to judge! Not after what you did, and we were actually together then!” you scoffed.

You knew you were pushing a lot of his buttons. Drunk you was enjoying it, you weren’t so sure how Sober you was going to like it.

“Really, Y/N. That’s where you are going to go?” he sneered.

“Yup” you responded popping the P.

“God, why did I even bother.” He said running his hand over his face.

“I have no idea Tyler”

“Dammit Y/N, Stop being such a bitch!” he yelled.

You were taken aback, sobering up immediately. Not once, in your entire time knowing him, had Tyler ever called you anything even close, not even in jest.

“Fuck You Tyler.” You turned on your heels, not allowing him to see the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You continued walking down the sidewalk, ignoring his protests. You heard a large thump and a door slam.

You weren’t sure where you were going. It was after midnight and you were alone walking the streets of downtown Toronto. You went to pull out your phone to call an uber when you realized in the midst of things you had left your clutch with Jamie. All you had was your credit card and ID, stuffed in your bra from the last time you bought a round of drinks. You kept walking trying to think of a plan. All you knew is you couldn’t go back.

 Tyler’s POV

 I woke up from the night before and immediately iced my knuckles. Punching a steel door, might not have been my greatest idea. Jamie was still fuming that I allowed Y/N to run off by herself but after looking for a bit we figured she used the nearby payphone to call a cab.

 I wanted to apologize for last night and Jamie needed to return her things. It was very late when we got home and we didn’t want to wake her entire house. Jamie and I ate breakfast, in silence. He was very good at this whole silent treatment thing. We made the walk across the lawn and knocked on the door to the Y/L/N’s house.

Her brother answered the door. “Hey guys…” He suddenly looked confused.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked with sudden concern.

“She’s not here?” Jamie piped up.

“We thought she was still with you guys, she never came home last night.”

My heart fell into my stomach.

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*Please note that there is discussion of an abusive relationship and it’s aftermath in this part.*


Roman Reigns Mini-Fic: Polar Opposites - Part II

I heard the soft knocking on my door and struggled to get to my feet. I stumbled over to the door and looked through the peephole. Holy Shit. He came back. I was stunned. I unlocked the deadbolt before I even realized I had done it. When I cracked open the door he started to speak before I had a chance to stop him.

“Please don’t shut the door in my face,” he pleaded – his face a mixture of apprehension and determination.

“I’m not gonna shut the door in your face, Roman,” I sighed as I hesitantly opened it up further, my hand trembling against the door as my body still fought against my mind while I tried to calm down.

Roman stepped back through the doorway, his fingers running through the stubble that lined his jawline as he instinctively reached towards me again. I was surprised, knowing how that had ended for him less than ten minutes ago but this time I didn’t jerk away. He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me towards him, wrapping both of his arms around me as I felt myself settling against him, letting him hold me as my body continued to tremble slightly. I felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my ear as I inhaled slowly and exhaled even slower – his scent nearly intoxicating me since my face was pressed up against his chest and I continued to breathe him in. The mixture of his cologne, aftershave and the slight hint of the honey whiskey on his breath was calming and I felt my body start to relax against his. The seconds ticked by as we stood there, neither of us speaking as he rubbed slow circles into my lower back with his fingertips.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, so I really liked you weightlifter Jimin and swimmer Jungkook head canon, so i was wondering if you can make a part 2? With an insecure Jungkook this time? And Jimin comforting him in the end? Hurt/Comfort, and Angst with a happy ending, pleaseeeee

sure thing!! this actually works perfectly with a weightlifting fairy au i know just what to write about hehehe. thanks for sending! (pt 1)

+ jungkook sat inside the locker room. another false start, another disqualification. he couldn’t figure out why his vision and hearing goes out every time he had a big race. this had been the fourth time that he had been disqualified. he was ready to give up. 

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Translation of the interview with Andi Wellinger in Willingen

(requested by @skijumping-stuff)


Dirk Thiele: Dear viewers of Avia tv, we say hello from the Sauerland in the spa hotel where team Germany is hosted since years and when Andreas Wellinger stayed in Willingen, he didn’t sleep somewhere else as well, right?

Andreas Wellinger: Yes, I always stay here. For the 5th time, just one time I had to intermit.

DT: So last night you got renamed?

AW: Yeah, more or less. They made little pun, made Willingen to Wellinger.

DT: They made Wellinger to Willinger.

AW: Yeah, whatever. Anyway I’m kind of native now.

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[Park Jimin] Imagine - Mind Your Business {Part Two}

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook  (BTS Semi-Famous) 

Genre: Drama & Romance

Summary: You are next in line to take over your family’s company. However, you do not want to run a company. You have no passion or experience for it. You want to sell it and live a normal status life. Your parents disagree and plan to send you Seoul at a boarding school that’ll set you straight.


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You were completely outraged. How worse could your week go? Out of all the people in the business world, your father chose Park JImin to be your spouse. It didn’t necessarily mean you had to be with him for life, but the idea of tying the knot with him irritated you.

“Y/N! Where are you going?” Sunny chases after you. You stop in front of the vehicle that drove you to the hell hole. You turn roughly to face her and she read the anger right off your face. “You need to get over this. You will attend this college and get along with Jimin.” She ordered.

“He’s the one who was rude to me! I didn’t even say anything!” You defended your point.

“He didn’t know who you were Y/N.” Sunny says in a frustrated tone.

“Oh! So if he knew my status was higher he’d treat me differently? These people are assholes.” You shook your head and opened the car door. You wanted to leave as fast as you could.

“Where are you going?” Sunny pulls your arm and tugs your body out of the car. “Don’t touch me Sunny.” You reluctantly pull your arm away. “Do not make a scene here and make your father look bad.” Sunny looked around.

“I don’t want to be here. I don’t want any of this.” You felt a shower of sadness wash over you. Tears began to verge in your eyes.

“Y/N.” Sunny calls your name with more sympathy.

“Is everything alright?” You see Jimin walk up to the car. You roll your eyes up to stop the tears that were racing down your face. “Everything is fine Mr.Park.” Sunny used honorifics with Jimin. You wanted to scoff but the sadness didn’t let you.

“Are you sure?” Jimin looked closer at you and you looked away. “I didn’t mean to upset you Y/N, I’m sorry.” You could see right through Jimin. You could see he was putting on a show for Sunny to believe he was the sweetest person on the planet.

You glared at Jimin and he only looked at you with sarcastic sorrow. “Why don’t you go check out your dorm while I talk to Mr.Park about the conditions?” Sunny tried to lighten the mood.  You didn’t think twice about leaving the same space as Jimin.

You walked back into the dormitory, following the men that were carrying your stuff.

You walked up to the elevator and as soon as you were about to push the button, another hand beat you to it. You look up and see a male with brown hair and brown eyes. He smiles apologetically. He examines your features and looks confused. You forgot you were crying and quickly fixed yourself.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “I’m fine, thank you.” You nod. He wasn’t wearing the school’s uniform, but instead, athletic clothes.

The elevator door opens and the both of you walk in. He continues to stare at you and you feel uncomfortable. “Can I help you?” You break the silence and he continues to look.

“Y/N?” He finally asks.

You were confused, “How do you know my name?”

“You don’t remember me? Jeon Jungkook?” His expression seems excited and the name suddenly clicked.

Jungkook and his family had been shareholders with your father’s company for the longest time. The last time you saw him was at a charity banquet when you both were pre-teens.

“Kookie? I didn’t recognize you! Wow, puberty hit you like a truck.” You examine Jungkook to really take in his appearance. “Are you saying I’m good looking?” He got cocky and you rolled your eyes.

“You lied to me. You said you’d call me back after the party and you never did.”  He said clearly offended and you laughed in response.

“So why are you here? Did your dad finally decide to force you?” He asked.

“Yeah, he didn’t want me to sell the company. So now I’m here.” The somber mood returned.

“Is that why you were crying?” He asked and you shook your head. “That’s not entirely why I was crying. My manager is making things harder for me.” You chuckle to make the mood happier.

“If it makes you feel better, my dad’s assistant called me Jungcock on mistake.”

You burst into laughter which causes Jungkook to laugh and the elevator doors open. You both continue to laugh and walk out together.

“You’re on this floor?” Jungkook asked.

“Unfortunately.” You continue to laugh.

Someone clears their throat and both you and Jungkook look up. You see Jimin staring at the both of you with crossed arms. “I see you’ve two met.”  He walks up closer to both of you.

“You know Jimin too?” Jungkook looks at you and you shake your head in denial. “Of course she does.” Jimin puts his arm around your shoulder and puts his weight on you. You tolerate his actions and Jungkook sees how uncomfortable you are.

“How do you know Jimin, Kookie?” You asked Jungkook and Jimin releases his grip on you slowly. “He’s my bestfriend.” Jungkook looked at Jimin and Jimin nodded.

“But how do you know him?” Jimin asked you. You rolled your eyes because he was obviously in your business. “Why do you care?”

Jimin and Jungkook were shocked at your remark. You let yourself out of Jimin’s hold and began walking to your designated dorm room.

You open the door and you enter to meet a beautiful room. The ceiling was high and the natural light bounced right off the white themed room. It was more like a suite than a dorm room.

“Your father made sure we had the best treatment.” Jimin walks in with his hands in his pocket.

“Why are you being like this?” You turn to face him. He steps back, surprised by your attitude.

“What do you mean?” He chuckles. He irritated you. He thought his charisma and cheekiness would let him get away with anything.

“You were just rude to me earlier before you knew my status. Is that how you treat everyone?”

Jimin didn’t respond, he looked at the men coming in and out and they took it as a cue to leave the both alone. You took a seat on the white couch and waited for Jimin to defend himself.

“Listen to me carefully, because I won’t say this again.” Jimin sat across from you. You cross your legs and look dead at him.

“I don’t like you. I don’t like your company and I don’t like any of this. You think I want to marry you? You think I want to share my stocks with you? There are so many other companies I could have signed with, but my father wanted yours.” Jimin expressed his thoughts and it was the only thing you could relate to.

“So don’t make me the bad guy and act like the world revolves around you.” Jimin finished his thoughts and you had to admit you felt offended at him being so blunt.

“Well that makes two of us.” He laughs bitterly and you look away. “There’s two bedrooms, and one bathroom. I usually shower in the morning so you can shower at night.” He stood up and you remained seated.

“We’ll see.” You smile sarcastically and he rolls his eyes.

“How do you know Jungkook?” Jimin asks again. Something must’ve really bothered him about you knowing Jungkook, so you used it as a leverage.

“Why do you care so much?” You spat.

“Is he your ex-boyfriend? Did he break your heart?” Jimin teased and it only provoked you.

“Jimin shut up. If we’re going to make this work, we have to be civilized.”

“I don’t want to make this work.” He walked towards the door as he put on his coat.

“Where are you going?”

“Why do you care so much?” He mocked your words and slammed the door behind him.

You had no idea that you could barely meet someone and hate them in less than 24 hours. You had an idea that you wouldn’t get along with your unknown fiance, but you didn’t know it’d be this stressful.

“Miss Y/N, your welcoming ceremony starts in an hour.” A man knocks on your door and you nod. “What’s the attire?” You ask as you stood from the sofa. “Semi-Formal ma’am.” He smiles and leaves the dorm.

This was your chance to show off to Jimin that you knew how to dress. Usually, you’d have people and stylist help you get ready for events, but you were on your own this time.

You walk over to the biggest suitcase that held your expensive gowns. Your mother made sure she had those packed. You pull out a pale pink dress that hit just above your knees. You paired the dress with nude heels. Satisfied with your outfit, you moved onto your makeup and hair.

Your phone rang as you finished the last curl of your hair. You reached for it and it read ‘Dad’. You weren’t sure if you were ready to talk to him, but you weren’t mean enough to ignore him.

“Hello?” You speak carefully.

“Y/N how are you holding up dear?” Your father seemed to be in a good mood.

“I hate it.” You spoke honestly as you played with the ends of your dress.

Your father chuckled before he spoke, “I heard you met Jimin and Jungkook. Surprise.”

“I don’t want to talk about this dad, you’ll ruin my mood. Goodbye, I love you.” You hung up quickly before you could become anymore heated.

“Y/N, you ready to go? We’re already 20 minutes late.” Sunny barges into your room. You stood up and shoved your phone into your wristlet. “Let’s go then.” You smiled and she returned it. You didn’t want to stress Sunny anymore than you already have.

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You walk into a hall filled with formally dressed students. Many stared at you which only made you more self-conscious. You had Sunny at your side, so that calmed your nerves. “You have to give a arrival speech in a few minutes. So go socialize and mingle.” Sunny pushed you further into the room and left you.

You looked around and examined the food displayed on the tables. It was nothing but the most expensive food you could think of. The classical music in the background was the only pleasant thing about the welcoming party.

You spot Jimin in his suit mingling with a group of girls. Now you knew the man he really was, a flirt. He was a slick one and it disgusted you.

“You look lovely.” Jungkook approached you. His attire was completely different. His hair was slicked back and his tuxedo was very sharp. “Now this is the Kookie I recognize.” You smile at him and he laughs.

“Why do they need to make a big party for my arrival?” You look around feeling overwhelmed. “Because you’re the biggest foreign company we’ve had at this school, and your father is a very powerful man.” Jungkook answers.

“That’s reasonable.” You nod. You glance over to the other side of the room and see Sunny signaling that it is time for you to go on. “I have to go do my speech.” You sigh and look at Jungkook.

“Good luck! I’ll stay right here and watch.” He gives you a thumbs up and you smile confidently.

This was your chance to represent your future company in the best way possible. This is where these heirs decide if they’d want to partner with you in the future. You needed to show confidence and strength.

You step onto the stage and walk towards the podium. The students’ noise level dropped immediately. You tapped the mic to make sure it was on and you smiled nervously.

“Hello, as many of you may already know, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. My father is Y/D/N. I was transferred to this campus and I will finish the rest of my college career here. I hope that you take care of me well and show me the way to do things around here.” You pause and glance at the audience, many seem interested, many but one. Park Jimin. He yawned and he knew you had seen it.

“Although it’s my first day here, I want to thank everyone who attended this ceremony and - “ Your mic went dead and the lights went out. You only panicked because of the screams you heard.

The lights began to flicker on and off and you carefully departed the stage. You walked into the chaos of students running in many directions. You stopped in the middle and suddenly you were drenched in a liquid. You squeal and felt the cold liquid drip all over your body.

Someone had poured the punch bowl all over you. You glanced around and the lights stopped flickering. Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at you. The only one you looked at was Jimin. He had a smirk on his face and he looked so pleased.

You gave him the dirtiest glare but he didn’t seem to care. You walked up to him and grabbed him by his arm, pulling him out of the hall.

“Woah slow down Princess.” He slowed your pace and you turned to look at him. “You ruined my welcoming party Jimin!” You yelled and he put his hands up in defense.

“I didn’t do it. The boys I hired to do it, did it.”

“You’re an asshole Jimin.” You look at your dress which was now stained red. “You looked beautiful, but now…” He laughed at the mess you looked like.

“I hate you.” You spat before you walked off. Sunny was waiting in the hallway and she looked at you with a face of horror. “What happened?” She asked as she followed you.

“Jimin happened.”

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m going to make a trailer for this series so be excited for that! I’ll work on it this weekend! (:

how to write college essays

Hey guys! This is Peng’s first post in the college prep advice series. I felt obligated to write this one as my first because, well, I’m a freshly pressed senior who was recently admitted to my dream school via early decision. And I feel that I was accepted mostly for my essay, so hey, why not help other students out as well? So without further ado, here is my advice on how to write the best college essay you can…
  
(NOTE: I am talking about the “Why __” essays. Other prompts may be too various for me to cover in one essay. Ask me and I might help you, though!)


INTRODUCTION: Why is it important?

College essays are often noted as the largest or one of the most reflective parts of a student’s college application (to an American university). People often say that while the numbers (the GPA, the SAT scores, etc.) reflect the “objective” sides of the prospective student, the “subjective” side is best represented through the student’s own writing. Through short answers and essays, you as a student must prove yourself not just a statistical fit but also a personality fit with the college.

In this aspect, it is first most important, before even starting your essay or even adding that college to your Common App list, is to think whether you are the right fit for the college. I’m not talking about stats–I’m talking about the studying environment, the location (city? countryside? suburban?), the demographics (are you overwhelmed when there is a very low percentage of your own race/ethnicity, or does it not matter?), offered majors, etc. Don’t just think about whether they have a good pre-med track, think about whether there are other majors or subjects you can switch to in the case that you might change your mind in college (this is important because many, many students change their minds. After all, a whole bunch can happen when you’re in a totally new environment with new people and a whole new level of learning).

  

PART 1: Play it smart. It’s a game.

Let’s face it–the college app process is a crapshoot. Don’t take it too seriously - they’re not judging you as a human being (in all honesty–it’s up to no one to judge you!). College is a business and they want to buy good products. So your job is to understand the motto of the “company” (the college’s motto) and then be able to present yourself as the product they want. I mean, think about it: the decision making process is nothing more than a group of people judging four years of your life (through a few numbers and a few written works) in order to see whether you’ll thrive in X college and make X college proud. It’s a human-run process that is prone to, well, human-like errors. So don’t get too tied up emotionally in the college app process (I’ll make a better post on this later). It’s okay to be stressed, but try not to go to the point where you think your life will be over if you don’t get in. That’s not a healthy attitude to maintain in the long run (even if you do get in). You need to detach yourself emotionally, evaluate the situation with only logic (what can I do to get in? - while also knowing it’s totally okay if you don’t), and then carry through with your plan.

Therefore, once you are sure that you want to apply to this college, it is then important to understand the college. By understanding, I’m not talking about knowing its history; I’m talking about knowing what the admissions officers (henceforth called AOs) want. Some colleges like the academically rigorous. Others like the academically passionate. Others still like those who aren’t top-notch “book smart” but have an undying curiosity in all realms of knowledge. Others yet search for those who can balance a tight schedule. Some might like those who are giving and compassionate and are willing to use their talents to help those in need. Whatever X college wants or claims to be their “pride,” you must show them through your essay. You have to give them what they want in order for them to want you.

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Goodie Bags (Andre Burakovsky)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a part 2 to be mine with andre? Maybe where the media finds out youre dating or something

Word count: 1400

Author’s note: Hey it’s your girl, finally able to crank out a story! This is part two to ‘Be Mine,’ which will be linked below. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

Originally posted by fasionfierce


When you see the first article, you’re livid. You’re lounging on Andre’s couch, waiting for him to get home from practice, when your phone buzzes with a message from your agent. There’s no actual words, just a link. You smile, thinking that it’s some more movie buzz, as you click on it. Your mood, however, quickly sours upon seeing the headline and picture. “MOVIE STAR (Y/N) (Y/L/N) AND CAPITALS FORWARD ANDRE BURAKOVSKY IN SECRET RELATIONSHIP?” the article proclaims in all-caps. It’s not the headline that sends your heart rate racing, though. That’s thanks to the picture. 

It’s from one of Andre’s games, from what looks to be about a month ago. You had met Andre outside in the secured athlete parking lot, away from prying eyes. There, the two of you had shared a few kisses as you told him how good he played that night. The parking lot obviously wasn’t that secure, though, since the picture is of you and Andre kissing in that parking lot. You’re pulled out of your pure rage by the door opening, Andre entering and waving his bandaged hand at you. His coach had been allowing him to practice with a no-contact jersey until the doctors cleared him, something Andre was very excited about. You immediately stand up and rush towards Andre, talking at a mile-a-minute. 

“(Y/N), slow down, what’s going on? I can’t understand you.” He says sweetly, holding onto your arms. You burst into tears as you shove your phone towards him, your worst fear coming true. 

“They found out!” You wail as Andre looks at the picture. 

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Late Night Misunderstandings.

For @baebae-goodnight - Tiff, we’ve only just barely met but thanks to the kpoptrashnetwork, I’m able to see how wonderful of a human you are. #maketiffweakweek was a perfect example of all the love you deserve. I know it’s a little late, but I hope you’re doing well. I’m sending all the good vibes and my own dash of love. xoxo Mo

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The Girl in the Pond Pt. 2 (Bones: Marvel AU)

Characters  in this chapter: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Original Male Character

Warnings: Language, More talks about a dead body, Slight violence.

Pairings: None. (Eventual Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: You are a forensic anthropologist working for the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. when you and your team get recruited by the FBI to aid one of their top field agents, Special Agent Steve Rogers. Together, along with  your colleagues/friends you put faces on the voiceless and throw the bad guys where they belong.

Author’s Note: So this is my first Marvel AU series and I’m quite nervous on how this is going to turn out. The series is going to be based on the TV show Bones and since the show is 12 seasons long I’m just going to base the series on some of my favorite episodes including the series finale coming out in the upcoming weeks. I only hope I do it justice. I want to thank @mrs-squirrel-chester​ for convincing me into writing this and for not only being as awesome beta but because she also made this kick-ass edit above.



“What’s the context of the find?” you asked Agent Rogers as you both walked down the grassy hill, reading the names on the rows of white marble headstones.

“Routine landscaping,” Steve replied, looking down at his notepad. “Dropped a load in the local pond, one of the workmen thought he saw something.”

You recognized the emblem on the side of the black windowless van that was parked a few yards away from the pond; it was the Smithsonian Medico-Legal Lab emblem. The passenger door opened and a young man hopped out; duffle bag in one hand and a camera in the other.

Recognizing him immediately, you waved him over. “Hi Peter.”

Peter greeted you with a hug, ““This eco-warrior look works for you. Very action oriented.”

“Thanks.” you replied, looking down at your outfit. “Agent Rogers, you remember my assistant Peter Parker?”

“Of course,” Agent Rogers answered, sticking out his right hand. “Great to see you again kid.”

“How was Guatemala? Dig up lots of massacred victims? Learn a thing or two about machete strikes?” Peter asked you, completely ignoring Steve, who made a face at Peter’s rude gesture.

You cleared your throat and Peter quickly realized his mistake. “Sorry,” he muttered, taking Agent Rogers’ hand to give it a firm shake. “Good to see you again Agent.”  

“Hey Pete, I need water samples and temperature readings from the pond,” you ordered.

“Right away doc.”  He spun on his heel, quickly turning the other way, leaving you alone with Agent Rogers.

“Kid’s got no sense of discretion. Typical Squint…” Steve said, as they reached the river bank.

“Squint?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Ah you know, when cops get stuck, we bring in people like you. You know? Squints. You know, you squint at things,” Steve explained with a shit-eating grin. “Like this,” he demonstrated for you.

“Oh, you mean people with very high IQ’s and basic reasoning skills?” You gave him a smart-ass answer.

His smile dropped, giving you a look as if he had just tucked his tail between his legs. “Yeah.”

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shufuta  asked:

lemme fill your inbox with Asahi request again; Asahi's s/o is an idol/model/anything that is really popular in the school. Normally, she's really sweet and kind to everyone, but one day she snapped and got mad when she overheard a rumor of Asahi threatening her to date him (probably from one of her fanboys who is jealous or something) and then Asahi watched it all in an awe. (Bonus of later after, she went straight away to cuddle Asahi and saying that he's the best she could have)

one of these days, i won’t get carried away when it comes to an asahi request. today is not that day.

i just have a lot of feelings about him and i may have angsted a little and by a little i mean i spent like 3 nights on this and it’s just shy of 4k words like @ me wtf


Asahi still thinks a lot about the first time you spoke to him in his second year of high school. You had just transferred to Karasuno a week before that exchange, assigned to sit in the empty desk next to his in class.

You approached your desk, and him by proximity. You were tall, probably only a few centimeters shorter than him, and easy on the eyes of course. He’d never describe you as intimidatingly beautiful, but he never hesitated to describe himself as someone intimidated by beauty—in a good way—but still. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you and instead offered a curt nod and a faint smile. You stared at him curiously but nodded too before taking your seat.

In that week, neither of you ever had a chance to say anything to each other. Nearly every opportunity there would be to make even small talk ended up filled by your other classmates. If they weren’t enthusiastically asking you questions about whether or not you really were a model (“Yup! But only for some catalogs and lesser known magazines at the moment), they were determined to integrate you into their social circles before anyone else could. Meaning, there were times when the bell would chime and only a moment later, someone would already be chatting you up or whisking you off elsewhere.

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