#13rw drabble

[closetfascination]

Twenty Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks @holy3cake for the tag and the shoutout! I'm off work for a few weeks and finally have the time to fill this out.

1. how many works do you have on AO3? 21

2. what's your total AO3 word count? 513,832

3. what fandoms do you write for? Currently posted, only 13 Reasons Why.

But I have a fic for the new Heartbreak High in my drafts, and I've written some drabbles for The Bastard Son of the Devil Himself (aka Half-Bad)

4. top five fics by kudos:

sweet dreams (13 RW Chalex Candyshop/Stoner AU)

He's All That (13RW Chalex - written before the new movie came out)

Wake Up (13 RW Gen canon-divergent what if Alex went to prison for what he did to Bryce)

The Best Halloween Party Ever (According to Alex Standall) (13 RW Chalex Halloween fic)

Superposition (13RW Chalex College AU)

5. do you respond to comments? Yes! Even if it takes me months, I do eventually reply to anyone who comments.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Cruel Summer? Wake Up is the angstiest overall but has a happy-ish ending. breathing underwater would have to be the angstiest ending - it's only 100 words and they are all sad words.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? He's All That - I mean, it's a rom com, so naturally the happiest ending.

8. do you get hate on fics? No, not usually

9. do you write smut? I started with smut and but have since branched into different genres. Recently, I've been working on a fic that is primarily smut which isn't my norm.

10. craziest crossover? I did a Dead Poet's Society X 13 Reasons Why crossover in a one-shot before.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? No - but I have caught fic theft in my fandom because I used to read everything.

12. have you ever had a fic translated? No

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, with a friend I have been writing a story that we each write a part and send it back and forth and we've been doing it for years. It is crack and will never be published but it is so fun.

14. all time favorite ship? I multiship - currently I've been writing a ton of Monty and Alex, but I ship Alex Standall with everyone.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I hold out hope that I eventually will finish all my WIPs.

16. what are your writing strengths? Dialogue I think

17. what are your writing weaknesses? Describing actions in non-repetitive ways.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? I don't mind it - think it adds flavour

19. first fandom you wrote in? 13 Reasons Why! I'm still there - I'm scared to branch out.

20. favorite fic you've written? Hands down - Wake Up. I don't know if I'll ever be gripped with an idea like I was with that story. It's my baby - so special to me.

My AO3, in case you're interested in any of this madness:

closetfascination | Archive of Our Own

No pressure tags: @alexstandoll @peter-covinskys

and anyone else that would like to participate!

[alex-fucking-dempsey]

so i finished alex/monteys episode and now i wanna build off of what I wrote its gonna be in the same styles just the other one isnt like in this stories canon .

Alex Standall? He had loads of secrets just like anyone else. Do I believe he had some sort of motive to murder Bryce? They all did, Alex was no different from the rest.

I remember when Jessica has called Alex to pick up Tyler that day and he found out Jessica had been cheating on him, he had quiet the fall out.

Alex Standall knew he's way around a cocaine line, thanks to Bryce. Something has never sat right with me about when he told me he hung around Bryce, Zach had been his best friend for about a year at that point so why hadn't been in Alex's life... So, I dug around.

Three days after spring fling and Zach was pacing around Alex's room, his arms folding. "We shouldn't be covering for the physcopath!" Zach spat.

"Will you keep it down my dad is like downstairs,"

Zach inhaled sharply, "What would I have done if he'd hurt you or- or Chloe," Alex winced slightly at the comment, "or anyone... At that dance?"

"But we didn't okay? Just drop it."

"I'm just gonna drop it, Alex! Lives were on the line..."

Alex's held his head in his hands anger boiled up inside of him "Well if we turn him now we all are in deep shit. So, I swear to God, Zach if you tell anyone-"

"I won't tell anyone, you of all people should know that. I care about you but you all are stressing over that fucking freak!"

"He's not a freak, Zach!" Zach's face softened. Alex had felt if he had felt that way about Tyler than he probably felt the same way about him too. "Get out..."

Alex had looked at Zach like he placed every single star in the sky... And the way he looked at Chloe was the same way he looked at Justin.

Melody sat there listening to Alex sob and rant about everything that had been happening to him. "You know what fuck Justin and fuck Chloe too!" He sobbed.

"It's gonna be okay, honey,"

"I just... Why am I not good enough? I try so hard to be that man but deep down I'm just too soft."

"I don't think of you that way at all Alex,"

He sniffed, "You only say that because I'm your cilent,"

"No I truly have seen strength within you..." She said with a small smile, "but I do have a question..."

That question that Melody asked makes me think Alex's precpective on how he saw Zach changed.

"Why do you care so much about Chloe with... Zach?"

"I- I don't know he's just... I feel so normal around him. I'm baby-ed but he still treats me like a human being not that kid that missed the headshot."

"Have you ever thought... That prehaps... You don't love Zach in a manner that just see themselves as?"

Alex Standall kept that bottled up. Zach had helped him through so much but... I think Alex thought Zach just likes a charity case. This does protain to why I had thought Alex could have done it as well... He certainly had a motive.

[myriadimagines]

Hi-ya, honey! Could you please do a Tyler Down x Cheerleader!Reader Drabble with 180, 11, and 16? Thanks in advance!

Characters: Reader x Tyler Down + Jessica Davis

Warnings: none

Prompts: 11: “Are you-are you flirting with me?” 16: “I’m going to kiss you now.” 180: “You know my name?”

Word Count: 439

A/N: i completely forgot who tyler was and had to search him up to remember

Want to request a drabble? Read this post!

You frowned as you picked at the edge of your cheerleading skirt. “I’m not even playing this game with you guys.”

“Yeah, but you’re sitting with us, aren’t you?” Jessica grinned, raising an eyebrow. “So you’re automatically part of this.” 

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, looking over your shoulder to where Tyler was sitting. He was alone, as usual, fumbling with his camera which he always seemed to be holding. “Isn’t he kinda... weird?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” Jessica shrugged as the other cheerleaders began to giggle. “Go, y/n, or I’ll think of an even worse dare.” 

Rolling your eyes, you finally got over to your feet and marched over to Tyler. You sat besides him, ignoring the suppressed laughter from the cheerleader’s table and said, “Hey, Tyler.”

Tyler’s head snapped up, and his eyes widened when he immediately recognised you. Why would one of the most popular cheerleaders be sitting with him? Gulping, he asked, “You know my name?”

“Well of course I do.” you replied, your eyebrows furrowing. “You’re always taking pictures at the games for the yearbook.”

“Right.” Tyler nodded, uneasily running his hands through his hair. You sighed, not knowing what else to talk about. Why were you even here? 

Oh, right. Jessica had dared you to ask him out on a date.

“You’re a really talented photographer.” you gestured to his camera, and Tyler looked at you in surprise. “I’m serious, Tyler, your photos in the yearbook always looked really good.” 

“Thanks, y/n.” Tyler said, pleasantly surprised as he gave you a small smile. Despite his awkwardness, you had to admit, he did look kind of cute. 

“So,” you asked, leaning forward. “What are you doing tonight?” 

Tyler’s mouth dropped open as he studied your expression, and you raised an eyebrow as he stammered, “Are you... are you flirting with me?”

“Maybe.” you laughed, leaning back. “So are you free or not?”

“Yes! Yes I am.” Tyler nodded quickly, sitting up straighter. You smiled at him, an actual, genuine smile, and thought about this might not be as bad as you thought. 

You could hear more laughter from the cheerleader’s table, and you frowned as you could see Tyler stiffen. Sighing, he said quietly, “They’re laughing at me, aren’t they? Is this a prank?”

You looked up at Jessica, who wiggled her eyebrows at you teasingly, and you turned back to Tyler. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Before Tyler could react, you had already leaned towards him and quickly pressed your lips against his. You could see his whole face turn red before you got back up and walked back to your table.

[audrey-emeralds]

clay helping you with your homework

a/n: letting you all have some clay jensen content, it's been a while since i have last seen 13 rw so here is a reminder on dylan's character.

" Just write it. " Clay demanded with a calm voice.

" I don't think she will understand it well enough. " You were referring to your teacher who gave you an assignment.

" Well if she won't at first, then you can explain it to her later. " He clicked his pen on the paper. " Alright. "

You did as you were told, writing down the sentence that would match the theme of your assignment.

" I am telling you, this will be in the top 3. " He said out loud, voicing his option on the progress you made since the start of your writing wasn't even about the school homework, more about the gossip and teen stuff.

" I am sure it will be. " He caught the sarcasm in your tone. " You don't believe me? "

" No, I do really. " He stared at you for a little. " How about this, if you get praised on it you pay next time when we go to Monet's. And if you don't I pay. "

" You got yourself a deal, Jensen. " You shook hands before returning to your work.

[whyiwrite]

“Pass me that would you- no, no the other one. On your left. No… your other left.”

“Tony, there’s a million things laying here! Be specific!”

[nvrfrgetu]

keeping you.

Note: Ok. Struck of odd and misplaced inspiration, I really should be doing something else. Also, I tried posting it with the gifset of the couple by the window but it were flagged so, look around my blog for it. 

pair: zach dempsey x reader (dur, when have i ever written anything else.)

warnings: cockwarming; teasing. oops- sorry, not sorry. i guess a bit of public place? idk.

You were leaning against the window, both of your arms supporting your upper body while you laughed at your brothers, running quickly towards the car of the mothers of one of your classmates, responsible for the school-ride of the day. Today they would go on an excursion to a museum and the animation threatened to explode through the roof, to the point that your brothers didn't even wait for you to go down and greet the mother responsible for taking them today. They heard the horn, picked up their backpacks - prepared the night before, and bolted through the door shouting goodbye before you could even get out of bed, so you watched them from your window, waving the mother of the red-haired boy you thought was named Marjorie. You knew her, so you just shouted an apology for the boys' agony and she horned at you with a laugh, screaming that there was no problem and that children were like that. She waited for the boys to slam the door of the mini-van and maneuvered towards their school. Your parents had gone to work normally on Saturday and you were at home... with Zach. Who decided to make himself noticed at that moment, planting two legs next to your own, just behind you.

He was soft even when he was forward; big, rough hands slowly climbing along your thighs to your waist. The lovely, delicate manner in which he positioned himself behind you, lips always arriving in your skin before his hips were against your ass. He trailed small kisses in the skin of your neck and shoulder, his hands holding you every second harder, every moment closer to his growing bulge. It was somewhat reassuring the feeling of him, growing against you like a prayer. Like a compliment. You throwed your backside at him just the slight bit to have him hold you harder, kissing your shoulder just before a brazen tongue came around to lick at your skin and suck on your pulse point. Zach, by now, had come used with every little tell of yours, so it clearly didn’t went unnoticed the way that your legs started to lightly slide open on the bed, your back arching against his touch. His hand closed harder around your waist, the other one lightly tracing your thigh, then under your shirt and forward - his fingers grazing the bottom of your panties and you suck a breath in anticipation.

You heard his chuckle against the skin behind your ear, a tease. His fingers tracing where you wanted him, that warmth pooling in your belly and spilling through your slit. Zach torturously slipped his finger under your pantie just to tease you more - the pad of his finger tracing exactly where he knew you liked the most. You faltered, head dropping to your forearms still crossed on the window sill, and he chuckled. While it were too high for someone to see him behind you from the streets, anyone from the neighboring houses could see you perched there and, well, you supposed he couldn’t really be invisible just behind you, in his 6′3 glory.

And he didn’t seem to care one bit. Sliding your panties to the side, his fingers openly dragging across your pussy, threatening your slit, rolling around that small bud that made your legs tremble. Zach’s fingers finally, finally, slip inside your heat and you bit your lips to hold a moan. His body curled around you, his lips in your back and his other hand slithering her way to your nipple under your oversized shirt. You wanted to say for you two to take that inside - the window wasn’t really the best place for him to fuck you this early in the morning, but the words kept dying in your tongue with every stroke of his fingers. He curled them, searching, founding, stretching and a strangled moan rolled off your lips, too harsh for you to hold it in and you felt his lips curving in a smile against the skin of your neck, a bite, a soothing tongue.

You felt his hips detach for yours for a moment, his hand leaving your breast for a second too long to help him free himself, just what he truly needed. You tried peeking behind you, the image too enticing for you not to burn and before you could say anything, his hands are back on you, one holding you with your ass in the air and the other back at your panties. He pull the elastic to the side and soon his tip is prodding your slit in what must be the most amazing feeling ever. But then he slid inside you and you’re realizes you were wrong, because the feeling of Zach’s opening you inch by torturous inch is the best - each and every time. The impossible stretch, the skin on skin, the noises he makes behind you. You could stay like that forever.

“Now- let’s stay just like this.” Zach muses, voice impossibly huskier, his teeth biting around your shoulders and neck and you feel your face burns.

“W-what.” It comes so harsh it’s more of a affirmation than a question and Zack rolls his hips without really leaving your heat just to feel you clench around him again.

“This” He rolls again, a slow thrust that has you lowering your head to your forearms, your mouth being shut against your skin. “Is the best.” He keeps rolling and slowly thrusting, clearly teasing, clearly wining, because you can’t help by clench around him, time and time again. “So...” And he goes impossibly deeper, a small, muffled sound escaping your tight lips. “Let’s stay like this.”

“What you-” Then, because he knows how it makes you feel by the twitching of your body, by the impossible tight hold of your pussy and the unbearable heat that has you dripping, Zack shuts any complaint.

“This feels so good baby. Let’s keep you on my cock for as long as we can.”

Your breath hitches, and he moves just the needed to close the drapes. Oh, fuck.

[ruinatixn]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄...

"You know," Gracie extended a closed fist to hang in the distance between Tink and herself. It was the closest thing she'd ever give anybody to a hug goodbye, "You're the only person I'd come back here for so don't fuck up and die on me or some shit, all right?" 

What was she really leaving behind in this small town of horrors? Since the day she took her first breath outside of the womb, Riverdale had marked her for its tragedies. She might be able to escape the small town and its secrets that hide in the darkness, but she would never escape the painful memories in which it harbored for her. This place harbored some of the most painful memories for the young woman --- the kind of memories that  wouldn't just go away once she crossed the town's line. They were part of who she was now, why she is, and who she will forever be. They were etched into her very being, as permanent as tattoo ink on her soul. The only good thing that ever came out of this fucked up place were her ghouls, the gang of misfits that had been more family than her own blood over the years. 

The rough and rugged leather jacket was peeled from her body as if she were shedding a second skin. She held it out in front of her to take one last look at the Ghoulies patch sewn onto the back of it. Over the years, it'd begun to fray at the edges, and the colors had significantly faded. It was the very first jacket she'd earned after her trials; much like Riverdale, the jacket was a reminder of some of the most excruciating pain she'd ever been through, both emotionally and physically. But it also symbolized the strength she'd found within herself to still be breathing and standing here today. The skull insignia was a crest for the family she'd found afterwards, the ones that should have been in charge of her trials. Despite the complicated emotions the jacket exposed for her, it was the most used jacket out of her collection. She never thought she'd ever part with it...Until now. "I want you to have this, Tink." 

Gracie turned her back to the one person she never thought would see it and mounted the Banshee. At first, she just sat there while a war raged inside of her. This isn't for good, she reminded herself. But was it? There was no telling what the road ahead had in store for her. If she didn't make up her damn mind soon, she'd miss her flight. With shaking hands, she eventually managed to shove the key into the ignition despite her shaking hand, bringing the beast to life with a thunderous roar. It was like riding a bike, where the whole world was downhill and when you twist the throttle it's like the hand of God is on your back.

[putalittlecherry]

okay so like, i have this post canon idea in my head for a while now i cant keep it in anymore lmao (and yes it's about winston and alex you hate to see it)

so, it's around the first year of college. winston tried to move on, he tried to be in a relationship with a couple of guys. it worked. or so he thought. but like with the first two (monty & alex), he fell in love, fast. a few weeks into their relationship, winston just blurted the L word to the first guy, it was okay, the guy was just a bit surprised, and they continued to be together for a few months. but then winston found out the guy's been cheating on him. it was a mess. winston broke it off saying "how?" and then he left. he was heartbroken of course, he was a bit of a mess for a couple of weeks but then he needs to get his shit together because exam week to finish first year is on the horizon. unconsciously, he moved on by busying himself with college work i.e revising, essays, presentation etc.

second year. he's a bit careful this time. he met a guy. again. thought this guy was good. and then he got a little drunk at one point, and let out The Word, again. saying "i think i'm in love with you". the guy is somehow, pissed. said hurtful things to winston, he yelled "you dont fucking know what love is. how could you love me when you just met me a few times". winston felt like he'd been slapped and poured ice water to his face countless times. he couldn't move, for a couple hours. turning the words over and over again in his head. winston gets a bit more broken after each horribly-ended relationship. "why am i like this" he thought. and then he couldn't do it anymore. he didn't even finish his second year so he decided to take a gap year or, just dropping out maybe. he packed his bags, cuz he's gonna do a roadtrip by himself. needed some time alone with his head.

around 7 or 8 months into his roadtrip/travelling. winston williams is a different man. he's more reserved now, more calm, a bit shy and not that cocky anymore. but more closed off and distant when someone tried to get close to him.

summer 2021. somewhere in a coffee shop in Berkeley. he literally bumped into alex on his way in. it feels like time is stood still, his world feels slowly closing in and focused solely on the man in front of him. those blue eyes, pale skin and light brown hair. they both were surprised to see each other. they're still friends even after everything, texted each other back and forth for a while. but alex didnt know what has happened to winston's life these past 2 years. neither did winston. so they decided to catch up with each other. winston learned that alex and charlie were still good, but then alex confessed that he dont feel it anymore, for charlie. college life changed him. so sooner or later he would break it off with him. and also still being best friends with zach. then winston told him he's in Berkeley because somehow his uncle needed him for something so he's currently staying at his uncle's place.

more or less 4 months of summer that year they spend most of the time together, being friends of course. winston is SO scared to fall in love (again with alex) this time so he keeps his distance and changed subjects whenever they got themselves into that (sexual) tension like the first time around. then one day, alex told him he finally broke up with charlie. but it's all good, no hard feelings. charlie had seen it coming he said. alex didnt regret a thing. charlie was what he needed at the time and he was there for him with his kindness and understanding.

this information kind of changed things between alex and him. alex is different, he's more touchy now with him. winston still doesn't want to because he's built these walls around his heart to protect himself from getting hurt again. somehow, winston is staying a bit longer in his uncle's house now that he's a dropout. so him and alex spend more and more time together. it's dangerous, winston knows, but he just couldn't help it. with the way alex sees things now, more open and alive and smiles too often showing off his adorable dimples on his cheeks. those walls around his heart is slowly crumbling, he KNOWS this too. and it's scared him shitless, of how easy to fall in love with alex fucking standall, all over again.

AND THEN ONE DAY IN A BAR, (they're legal now, yay!) winston said something funny, they're a bit tipsy okay, and then suddenly alex said "i love you so much" WITH confidence. winston froze. after a few seconds he excused himself to the bathroom. splashed his face with water, he just stood there in front of the sink, looking at himself, calmed his ragged breathing. then he came out of the bathroom, walking back to alex, faced him and said "do you wanna go back to my place? or yours?" then alex said "either is fine to be honest" with KNOWING smiles on their faces, winston said "cool" and then he took alex's hand and went back to either place that is Fine.

WELL THIS IS GETTING LONG LMFAO

i wanna tag @alaqatzam, i know this is TOO long to be a prompt lol 🙃 just wanted to let you know this is whats been in my head about them. this is too rough to even be a drabble. maybe add this to your list of winlex fics you already have outlined lmao. we, winlex stans, are really be going thru it. 😔✊🏻

[alpha-imagines]

Question Prompts

A/N: I’m bored so created these question prompts! Send some in if you want (For Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington and Cyrus from 13RW I’ve been loving him recently)

Who

“Who were you talking to?”

“Who’s that?”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Who told you that?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Who hurt you?”

What

“What do you want me to do?”

“What’s happened?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“What were you thinking?”

“What did I tell you?”

“What can I do?”

When

“When were you going to tell me?”

“When did it happen?”

“When are you going to understand?”

“When did you find out?”

“When are you going to grow up?”

“When should we tell them?”

Where

“Where should I meet you?”

“Where the hell are you?”

“Where did you have in mind?”

“Where were you?”

“Where did you think I’d be?”

“Where have you been?”

How

“How do you expect me to feel?”

“How could you do this?”

“How did it happen?”

“How can I forgive this?”

“How do you think I feel?”

“How can anything be better than this?”

[anotherplaceintheuniverse]

This Isn’t About You (Justin Foley x Reader)

Prompt: “You shouldn’t have come back here.” 

Pairing: Justin Foley x gender neutral Reader

A/N: Felt a little inspired. Y'all may request prompts from the dialogue prompt list or any prompt list I post, but I ask that you do not send requests for anything else, including ships.  Life is still crazy, and I want to ease my way back into writing. (also I might make this a series if y'all want? let me know)

Warning: cruising and mention of Jessica’s case

It had been difficult ever since Justin left. You had started dating him after he and Jessica broke up. It was somewhat soon, but not too soon that you thought you were just a rebound. You loved him. You had thought he loved you. Now, you weren’t so sure; he left so easily. When your best friend Clay told you that he wanted to try to get him to come back so he could testify in Jessica’s case, you were hesitant.

“Clay, I don’t want to see him.”

“(Y/N), this isn’t about you. It’s about Jessica.”

“Everything’s always about Jessica.”

“Stop being so selfish. I’m trying to make things right.”

“Get someone else to help you, Clay.”

Somehow even after the conversation, he convinced you to go with him to Jessica’s house. That was when you saw the postcard. You were hurt, but Clay didn’t seem to notice.

“(YN)! We can go find him!”

“Clay, there is no we. Justin clearly doesn’t care about me. Everyone was right. I was his fucking rebound,” you started to cry.

Nothing seemed to stop Clay from trying to figure out how to bring Justin home.  When you saw him at Liberty High you just about lost your shit.

“(Y/N)?” you heard the all too familiar voice. You turned around and looked into his sad eyes.

“You shouldn’t have come back here,” you mumbled.

“Can we talk?”

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Clay told me what you said. It’s not true. You weren’t a rebound.”

“Then why did Jessica get a postcard, and I didn’t?” you wanted to yell, but somehow contained yourself.

“I didn’t know what to say after I just left. It’s not easy.”

“But it was so easy to tell Jessica how you felt, right? Justin, I’m done with this, okay? I waited way longer than I should have, and I’m done.”

“(Y/N), please-”

“I passed up dates for you. I had all this hope that you were coming back, and you never fucking did, Justin. You never did. I wish you just stayed wherever the hell you were because this just hurts too much.” You stormed off.

Justin watched you sadly. “Look, Justin,” Clay said. “You can't worry about her right now. We have to focus on making things right with Jessica.”

Justin nodded. “First Jess, then (Y/N).”

[alex-fucking-dempsey]

i'm on episode three PLEASE NO.SPOILERS ;-; so, ive been thinking of how can spin the story a bit to make Zalex as Im fully aware they will have no screen time together... Which is odd but perhaps they will explain it more as the story progresses. Anyways, I was thinking of doing something like let me know what yall think (the narrartor is Ami so if your hearing , I's thats why when it flash backs it goes into the third person as Ani wasn't there some of the time idk just eh)

Alex Standall had secrets, I knew that. I knew that after Hannah Bakers tapes were released he had... Shot himself. That's basic knowledge. There was something he had told me one day during fourth period... About three months ago...

Alex and Ani had fourth period together. Alex walked in with a bruise on his eye (a trademark for Alex Standall) and his face red. The bruise had been there for at least two weeks and was finally turning yellow and ready to disappear.

He limped into the class throwing his stuff down onto his desk. He slumped in his seat his arms crossed as if he were a toddler throwing a tantrum. That's when he looked over at Ani she realized his eyes were sparking. "Fuck Chloe and fuck Zach too. Fuck both of them." He whisperes to himself grabbing a notebook from his bag.

Ani looked over at him and whispered so only he could here, "Alex?" He looked over at the calling of his name, "Are you... Alright?"

He inhaled before looking up at the ceiling sniffing trying to stop a tear to fall, "Honestly?"

Ani nodded, patiently waiting on his answer, he shrugged, "No.."

"What did... They... do?" She said trying to pick her words carefully.

"I've been there for Zach since day one and he... He runs off with Chloe. "I've been hurting since the dance and the only person he can care about is Chloe, he's supposed to my best friend yet he blows me off and I-"

Obviously he hadn't known of Chloes... Situation...

He had a bit of a mouth on him that tend to get him in trouble quiet fast. Zach for sure knew that. They we're best friends... Clay Jensen told me a lot about those boys, they were inseperatable most days. Then... There was Chloe... Who Alex hadn't grown too fond of because she took away his best friend.

[thejockthenerdthemustang]

Zalex Drabble

Request: idk if you ship zach and alex but if you do could you do #75 from the writing prompt list with them please??

From: Anon

Prompt List: LINK

#75: “All great stories started off shitty. Just like you. Now, fix yourself”

A/N: Okay i actually love this prompt and so here is a little drabble from it

Word Count: 299

Zach and Alex were spending their time after school as they usually do, cuddled up together on Alex’s bed and just enjoying each other’s company. Alex felt Safe with Zach, like he could truly be himself and not be judged or something, Zach just had a naturally calming presence.

Then Alex as he normally ended up doing starting thinking about what happened and how basically half his body doesn’t work properly, and for once he actually felt like voicing his concerns.

“Will this ever be okay, or I dunno normal” Alex wondered

“What do you mean?” Zach ask wanting to know what Alex was talking about.

”I mean I can still kind of remember what it was like to have all of my body work properly and just I miss it, and I just will I ever not miss it.” Alex tried to explain how he was feeling “I dunno I guess my life has just been pretty shitty so far.

“Hey Alex look at me” Zach said gaining his boyfriends attention, getting Alex to look him in the eyes. “All great stories start off shitty. Just like you. Now, you get to, I dunno fix yourself, find yourself, figure out, who, this you is. You know, you get your own hero’s journey. If every hero’s life started out easy they wouldn’t have the character development they need to defeat the big evil.” Zach said softly, wanting to put some confidence back into Alex, that life can get better in some way.

“You know you’re a lot smarter than you look” Alex chuckled taking in Zach’s words, which were pretty powerful. He quickly kissed the other boys cheek.

“Yeah well, you’re much more badass than you look” Zach replied grinning, and then leaning down to properly kiss his boyfriend.

[whyiwrite]

I will be starting this tonight so stay tuned :)

[nvrfrgetu]

Can you do more Alphabet Zach? 💖 Preferably a fluffy one?

i’m so sorry it took so long for me to answer this. i’ve actually lost my inspiration to write the alphabets lately but i have this draft of a continuation to this drabble i’ve wrote some time ago so i thought maybe you would enjoy. it’s mostly fluffy small talk and some small flirting and probably some mistakes since it’s unbetaed. thank you again for your message! hope you like it.

“You’re the first i’ve actually accepted.” To sayyou were surprised were the least. He just eyes you to say the words and then apparently discover something very interesting in his hands, which you betare fidgeting awkwardly on his lap. This manages a small smile to sprout atyour lips while you try to will the sudden heat in your face away. You decide that he’s alreadytoo overwhelmed at the declaration, so you don’t tease him about it. Instead,you try to easy the mood.

“And hereis where you decide to bring me?” You hold a smile when a groan erupt from hislips and he gives you a half embarrassed, half apologetic look.

“It were my mother’s idea. And she did thereservations before I could even get a word out of my mouth.” He says and itdon’t surprises you one bit, but it amuses you someway so you give a littlesmile at him before speaking. 

“She seems rather difficult.”

“Don’t say it. I’m afraid she may find a way to showup in the middle of our order.” Then, his eyes go wide and he suddenly panicsand motions for the waiter who comes looking rather unpleased at the unpolishedcalling. “My mom did not gave youany orders for this table, did she?” His tone’s exasperated but also assertive. You’re sure that if the answer came to be positive he wouldn’t accept it easily and would stand his ground. It actually makes you be more at ease. You can only assume that dealing with such a obstinate mother he’s been forced to grow some spite in order to go against her unwanted decisions. 

The man seems rather confused and just motions withhis head a suspiciously no. You can’t hold your giggles at this and Zach leaves asigh of relieve.

“She seems a little too… controlative.”

“You have no idea.” But he quickly amends. “She’sawesome, too, but…” He sighs again. “After dad’s passing… sometimes she’s just too much.”

The conversation flows rather well from there. Zach’sactually a nice guy and surprisingintelligent. His mother always talked about his good grades and greatbasketball skills, but you always rubbed it off like mothers talk, speciallysince you knew pretty well how jocks normally were. Not only, you also knew how much your ownmother did it, bragging about your piano skills, so you didn’t actuallybelieved Mrs. Dempsey. You didn’t attend Liberty High though, your mother haddecided on making you attend the all girl’s school, but it were mostly so youcould keep on with the piano lessons inside the School’s program. However, Zach was pretty much what she hadbragged about. He was somewhat knowledgeable about everything you tried to talk,be it university plans, scholarships or high school subjects. He even knewabout literature and somehow you even talked about the latest movies you hadwatched and his latest basketball games. 

The evening was turning as a pleasant surprise,but in the middle of some fit of laughter he had almost knocked the flowerarrangement down and that made you have to put your hands to your mouth to keepthe laughter there. The waiter came by the table and decided to take thearrangement with him. He side eyed you and Zach but said nothing. Zach was abeautiful pink color when he looked at you and you smiled at him in support.

“Don’t worry, Ididn’t even liked that.” You said, to help ease his embarrassment. “It lookstoo perfect, we are only here to eat, why does it have to look like they’reready for a wedding?”

Zach was laughing when he stopped suddenly, incliningcloser to you over the table. He had a mischievous look on his face that madeyou smirk when inclining to meet him. He looked around to emphasize the secrecyof his following statement. “What if they are?”

“What do you mean?” Then, it hits you. ”Do youthink they’re waiting on a propose?” You have a probably dreamy smile on yourface, cause you see the way he looks at you differently.

“I don’t know…” It’s silent for a while, you lookingaround trying your hardest to identify any couple that could be givingfiancés-to-be vibes, but there were mostly mature couples, around they latefortys, a few mans who seemed doing business and some very fancy old ladieshaving a nice dinner. The restaurant was mostly empty too, being that muchexpensive, and it were a Sunday night after all. “What do you think?”

You cocked a eyebrow at him, lips pursed together in aanalyzing expression. “I don’t think so. No one here give me wedding vibes.”

“Maybe those ones?” He signaled to the only couplethere who could be around their early-fortys. They were having dinner incomplete and utter silence, only nodding sometimes at each other. You couldn’thold the snort.

“Oh, please. They must be doing the obligatorywedding tenth-anniversary dinner.” You then pointed very discreetly at thebusiness mans on two tables over. “Maybe they are. At least it seems like itcould be their first wedding.”

He tried to hold his laugh by pressing his lips. “Thoseguys have less chemistry that this candlelight.”

“Hey, some people like it plain ‘n boring.” You jokeand he blinks, giving you a not very well-hidden interested look.

“What do youlike?”

“Me?” You stops and considers his question while appreciating his face. You had really liked him and thought that his shyness was actually very adorable. There was your chance to give him the hint that you were interested just like he had when he said you were the only date his mother had tried set him up that he actually accepted. You send him a bright smile and brings your cup to your lips while murmuring just for him to listen. 

“Apparently I’m currently into tall big dorks.” His deep blush is probably gonna haunt you forever for it is the cutest thing you have ever seen.

[ruinatixn]

𝐋 𝐎 𝐒 𝐓

No one tells you that when someone dies, a part of you will die with them, too. That losing someone to Death, could feel like losing a limb torn from the body without the chance to save it. No one tells you of  the gut-wrenching pain you’ll feel for the following days, weeks, months to come. Someone that was once a daughter, sister, mother ― now reduced to nothing but ash and memories. Loss is the side of love that no one could ever prepare you for.

No one tells you that, after it’s finished shredding the very essence of who you are, there is no antidote or cure to heal the open-wound that Death leaves behind. 

No one tells you about the door, once open and inviting, would be bolted shut, forever locked without a key in the universe to fit it. 

No one tells you that, eventually, the pain will give way to a comfortable numbness. But then, out of nowhere,  it’ll come crashing back over you like a tidal wave. 

No one tells you how it’s guaranteed to reduce you to a crumpled mess on the floor every single time. You’ll lay there and cry until you have nothing left but a raw emptiness inside, once a place meant for someone that will never be able to fill it again. 

No one talks about how your mind will keep you frozen in place at the most random times, just to torture you with the thought of all the things you didn’t say, didn’t do, or took for granted.

No one tells you that all you’ll have left of them is half a teaspoon of ash inside a double infinity you’ll wear around your neck. 

No one tells you how much d e at h is a painful fucking truth ― that even if you think it’s not their time, Death will swoop in to remind you just how fragile life really is.

[dontkeepcalmandfanboy]

The demons come at night, when the silence of the house screams in his ears. When all the guests have left, and the keg is empty. Bryce sits in the armchair, his usual whiskey in hand, condensation dripping over his fingers. Not even ( that ) penetrates his senses as he stares ahead at nothing, his organs twisting in his body. He tells himself it’s the effects of the alcohol; he tells himself it’s because he didn’t get laid tonight. It isn’t guilt. It isn’t regret. When his excuses run dry he realizes that he can’t put his finger on it. Can’t reach out and grab it because it’s not palpable enough. 

As per usual the giant house makes him feel small. Makes him feel insignificant. But he finds power in the things he does; in his lifestyle. Flanked by his boys, his popularity is the sword he brandishes. He can overtake anyone; make anyone bend to his will. That was pure, unadulterated ( power ).

But when he climbs the stairs, a weakness pours over him. An emptiness bursts in his chest and renders his body numb. With a clench of the jaw, he pauses on the top step. The photo of him and his parents stares back at him. Their smiles are wide, but their eyes are all wrong. There’s no light. No happiness. Bryce’s eye darken now and he slams his fist into the glass.

He doesn’t even notice the blood dripping from his knuckles. . or the darkness that is infecting his long-since-sickened heart.