#like just make the homework to revise?? I’ve got shit to do I don’t have time to be writing essays about the subject we’re not even doing

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Silly rant about how much I hate the school system but it’s long and angry so

School is so fucking insufferable, you’ll try talk to a teacher getting paid to teach you for two seconds and to complain about the workload and explain your other subjects and they’ll patronise you to death treating you like an overwhelmed 5 year old. I shit you not, I genuinely just asked to talk to two of my teachers for five fucking minutes to ask about them cutting back a bit on mandatory revision so I could do it during study leave to make time for more important subjects, and explained as factually and concisely as possible, and got told to “calm down and breathe” like 500 times while I was fucking talking. One of them I shit you not tried to get me to do fucking breathing exercises with her and repeat back what I was going to do, what in the actual fuck, I was genuinely getting so pissed off and I’m still mad about it lmao, all I need is a “ok 👍 I trust you, I’ll cut back on the mandatory revision homework for you and you focus on your other subject that’re pressing right now”, not to get treated like a first year in special ed.

Teachers have always been like this fr and it’s genuinely been getting to me for fucking years. You’ll go to them about anything trying to have a really really normal conversation and they’ll treat you like you’re completely fucking inept. Throwback to the time my vice principal told me off for “talking back to her” by telling her that a girl getting sexually harassed being her fault made no sense, to the time she found out I was suicidal and fucking schizing (recently actually) and went “are we not having such a good day today? :(“ and also asked if harming myself made me feel good and then went “no, I didn’t think so :(“. Oh and for good measure, throwback to the time the girls in my year were told they couldn’t wear leggings in PE bc it “distracts the male staff” and the time they called all the girls (or afab people lmfao) into the hall to tell us we were “asking for it” bc of rolling up skirts and makeup and made everyone who had them take off makeup/nails and roll down skirts one by one. And that shits just commonplace in schools fr it fucking makes me want to kill myself tbh although I vastly prefer directly insulting a full room of 14 year olds calling them whores to treating mentally ill or VAGUELY stressed people like actual fucking children. Call me a schizo freak and get it over with fr. Genuinely fucking thought this shit would end by sixth form, apparently not! Yeah everyone else in the school looks at me like an adult, and you lot keep saying we’re “young adults” now, and oh yeah sure I can legally get married, have a job, generally am above the age of consent, I’m learning to drive, but oh no! Still have to get not just treated like a kid, but baby-ed. At this point I don’t even feel patronised, I feel fucking insulted.

A different time one of those teachers asked me if I was going out with my female friend while I was trying to express concern for them because they’d pretty much gone missing (it’s complicated), and when I said no they then asked me if I wanted to, which I’ve never fucking gotten over bc why the fuck would you ask me that, but that’s by the by

Can’t wait to leave the school system behind forever fr.

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The Dad Batch Headcanons.

Two posts in one night. My god I am on a roll, this is where I disappear for the next few months and resurface again. I’m pretty sure this has been done before, pretty sure I’ve done a Clone Wars version. But because I’m on a Bad Batch Hype, may as well re-do the post! I cannot escape The Clone Wars, I will forever keep watching the first four seasons, and then pretend the last 3 didn’t happen. What’s order 66? Who’s this? Like all the Clones lived happily ever after, and they all found happiness.

Warnings: Fluff and swearing. I guess this is kind of an AU too? I probably re-read this quickly, but I’ve had a bottle of wine so like yeah. Headcanons below the cut. Unsure if this is OOC. Back from a huge hiatus and trying to get back into the swing of writing. I’m not that into Tech, so his is a lot shorter. Sorry guys!

·         Wrecker: I agree with the general consensus this man would be a great dad. Super supportive and a fun dad. If his kids want to play sports, he’ll be at every match/event, he’ll be the loudest one there, and super supportive of them! If his kids want to do something like dance, chess or playing an instrument, he’ll still be supportive and the loudest one there! If is kids playing a violin, he’ll be shouting ‘ENCORE’ or something. Who the hell going to tell him to shut up? Nobody that’s who, the man is a behemoth! But saying that, even though he’s really huge, he’s super gentle. He’s always carrying his kids around on his shoulders. Not only because it’s fun and so they can see, but it’s also the safest place for them. He’s such a good dad and extremely fun. He’s definitely the softer parent, like you’ll have to be a bit stricter than him. But he cares deeply for his kids and he’ll always be proud of them. He loves taking them to the beach, if they want to be Yeeted into the sea, then he will yeet them. Will also build sandcastles. He’s also the best storyteller, why? Because he does the voices, and always has the best stories. If his kids want a tea party, then he’ll be there, on time and ready to drink the best imaginary tea. Also, he’d totally hand down Lula to his kids. Lula looked after him, now they can look after his children. Wrecker would want a huge family. He grew up with lots of brothers and has always felt happy with them. So, he would want his kids to grow up with the same kind of thing. His kids would have cousins as well. Lots and lots of cousins. Wrecker would create a warm, supportive, and fun environment for his kids to grow up in.

·         Echo: Echo is a fairly chilled-out dad. He’s strict-ish but pretty fair. He’s super protective and proud as well. He’s really supportive and will help his kids with their homework. Always reads to them and makes sure they know their loved. He would also make sure that one of his kids was named, in some way, after Fives. He’ll always tell his kids about Uncle Fives and how he would have loved to have met them. Bit bittersweet for him. He’d be nervous when they were very young, because he only has one arm, and how can he hold them? His confidence comes with time. He teaches his kids not to judge and just wants them to feel loved and appreciated. He sets rules, but he’s not going to be super angry if they get broken, for a good reason. His kids are only a few minutes late home? It’s fine. He’d be the type of dad that would also just want to be kept in the loop. If they are going to be late, just let him know, or he will panic. This stems from what happened to him. He can’t BBQ for shit, but he does make the best cupcakes. If his kids are really into sport, he’ll go along to all the games, and make an effort to find out more about the sport. He wants to support them and if he has to read/watch more to understand it, then so be it! Type of dad to go to every recital, concert or play and be super proud. Takes loads of photos too. Why? So, when you’re old, and sat on your porch, you can look back and smile. Type of dad to be like ‘I can’t believe we made them!’ Echo is so soft and gentle and caring. He’d want maybe two kids. He feels having one, would mean they would be lonely. He, like all the other clones, grew up with brothers and loved them… most of the time! So, having two or three kids isn’t something he’d be opposed to.

·         Hunter: Is shaped like a dad, is a dad. Has the WORST dad jokes, but always makes his kids smile and laugh. He’s fun but strict, he wants to keep his kids safe, and has rules to help with his. Nothing major, but curfew is important. Makes a point of having a family board game night. Which once a month, includes all of the uncles. It normally ends in chaos but it’s always fun. Hunter is also the king of BBQ and DIY. Everything in his kids’ bedrooms and outside, was DIYed and built by him. Every BBQ he dons the apron, and proudly takes up his spatula. Makes the best burgers. He’s really supportive of his kids as well no matter what they do. He likes sports and will help his kids train. But if his kids don’t want to play sports, that’s not a problem, he’ll still be supportive. He’ll listen to his kids practise their instrument, help them revise, get Tech or Echo in to help them with chess. Will let his kids win at any videogames. Because the smile they have on their face when they best their dad, melts his heart. Hunter would want a few kids, maybe two or three. Omega needs some brothers and sisters after all. Hunter would also take his kids camping and be really outdoorsy with them. He’d like to leave early in the morning, and then come back trailing fireflies in with them. Anything from fishing to archery. Ultimate dad.

·         Crosshair: Crosshair never really thought about a family of his own. He has his brothers but never thought he’d have additions to that family. He’s a really unsure parent and doesn’t see himself as been emotionally available. He’s got issues that he would need to work through before settling down. He would mellow out and be a pretty good father. But he would panic in the run up to becoming a father. Would chew a thousand toothpicks in the run up to becoming a father, he’s nervous. He’d be a fairly reserved father. He’s not going to be emotionally distant, but it takes patience for him to open up to anyone. He’s really caring in his own way. But very unsure of himself. In a morning, will pretend to still be asleep, so his kids have to come wake him up, because he promised he’d teach them how to fire a rifle today. He’ll be there for his kids and be very protective of them. He’ll teach them to have good aim and that’s there way of bonding. Whether that be archery or something like clay pigeon shooting. If his kids win awards or trophies from competitions, he’ll be super proud. As his kids get older, he gets better with parenting. Parents evening with him will be intense. I honestly think his sense of humour and dryness may be inherited by his kids. Doesn’t do art. If his kids are into art, he’ll listen, but he has no idea what’s going on. That been said, will cherish anything they make for him. I feel Crosshair would probably have one child and would prefer to have a smaller family. He finds it hard to open up to a lot of people, and this would just suit him more… but wouldn’t be opposed to having a few more kids. Especially after seeing how amazing, they are. Would be a very smug father.

·         Tech: Helicopter parent. He wants his kids to do well in life and to have a good life. He just wants the best for them. He’ll support them in all of their extracurricular activities. ‘Oh, that will look good on your Uni application!’ Takes parents evening so seriously. What do you mean they’ve been doodling in the back of their books? Will look into what art extracurriculars are offered. He wants them to do well and will support them. He’ll help them with their homework and finds it fun. If his kids are struggling with something, they know they can come to him without judgement. He’ll judge other people, but his kids are still learning, and he wants to impart his knowledge. He’s a wise old owl. His kids will inherit the smugness that he has. Tech is smart and smug, and so are his kids. He’ll make sure to read to them. Not fantasy books but educational books. If his kids want to do sports, then he’ll get Uncle Hunter and Wrecker in to help. He’d very accepting of his kids and what they want to do and will support them. Takes lots of photos of them to show to his brothers. ‘This is them graduating from Year One to Year two.’ He’s very proud, but he will receive a ‘Oh goody, more photos, that we’ve seen a thousand times before’ Will shed a single tear when they graduate. If they go to University, will ask them to send them slides from their lecture. Because he wants to learn too. Do not let this man teach his kids to drive. Do not do it. He cannot drive for shit. I can see Tech maybe having one or two children. He wants to devote as much time as possible to them, to help them succeed and help them achieve their dreams.

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Liquid Amber - Part II [Remus Lupin x Reader Imagine]

Summary: You had been crushing on Remus Lupin for an eternity when you finally decided to ask him out. However, things do not go as planned and you remain wondering just what exactly is going on with this boy.

word count: 1.6k

trigger warnings: none

notes: apparently this got deleted, so i’m reuploading it

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“... and I really don’t know if I should have continued with Divination because on the one hand, sure it’s a fascinating subject but on the other hand, Professor Hartshorn is so incredibly ridiculous, you should’ve heard her yesterday- (Y/N), are you listening to me?”

At once, you snapped out of the daze you had been in and looked at your friend who was eying you with a bemused expression.

“Still thinking about him,  are you?”

Sighing deeply, you hunched forwards and rubbed your eyes, utterly exasperated – from both, your work and mind. “Sorry, I just... I can’t get him out of my head, no matter what I do.” She smiled. “No worries, (y/n). We’ve all been through that phase. Probably everbody has that one crush they will never forget. It’s normal.”

“Normal or not, it bloody sucks,” you grumbled, leaning back in the armchair. The two of you were currently sitting in your common room, occuping an entire table with your school work. Quills, parchment and half-empty ink bottles littered the entire surface and the books you didn’t necessarily need had already been banished onto the floor where they were stacked into a dangerously lose pile. But as long as they didn’t fall into the fireplace, it didn’t bother either of you.

A huge yawn escaped your mouth and in a rather half-hearted attempt to be productive, you threw a glance at the essay you were currently working on. Once again, it was for your potions class. Like the time you had gathered all of your courage to ask out Remus Lupin but had been turned down and had felt absolutely humiliated for the remainder of the week. Even now, you still had problems looking him in the eye but as Remus was apparenly determined never to speak with you again, it did not cause you a lot of trouble.

Picking up your quill again only to twirl it in between your fingers, you wondered wether Remus was purposely avoiding you. You wouldn’t be surprised if that were he case; he had looked quite constipated when you had asked him if he wanted to go out with you.

Your stomach tightened unpleasently. If you had known of Remus’ profound aversion to go out on a date with you, you wouldn’t have approached him in the first place. You hadn’t planned for him to get into that kind of rotten situation. Maybe you should go and apologise to him. Was that something you had to do?

It had started to rain; heavy drops were whipping against the window and together with the occasional scratching of your friend’s quill made you fall into a hypnotised        state while you stared into the depths of the crackling fire.

”You’re not going to finish that this evening, are you?”

You simply shook your head, not bothering to raise your eyes.

Your friend sighed deeply and rolled up her parchment. “Shall we head to bed, then? I’m finished, anyways.” She groaned loudly as she stretched in her armchair, finally educing a small smile from you.

“Yeah, good idea. Let’s go to sleep.”

One day, you would be able to look back at this and laugh about it. Your first heartbreak was a good story to tell your grandchildren. And that, my dear, is how the first bloke I ever fell in love with rejected me, which is great, though, because if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have married your grandfather and you would never have been born.

Sadly, however, you were far from getting grey hair and wrinkles and telling bed time stories to your children’s children, so you had to endure sitting in class behind Remus and starring at his stupid brown hair which looked so wonderfully soft that you felt the strong urge to run your fingers through it every time your gaze fell upon it.

And thus, you came to the terribly depressing conclusion that you hated your life. But – of course – you found yourself, once again, unable to despise the person that made your life such a horrible mess. Which made it an even more horrible, messier mess.

The ringing bell, which marked the end of the school day, interrupted your flow of thoughts and you quickly gathered your things together, glad for the opportunity to escape.

While walking back to your common room – you avoided the library as much as you could – you again considered approaching Remus to talk things out. You were still unsure wether or not you owed him an apology, and anyway, you didn’t want things to be awkward between the two of you.

Not that you had had many opportunities to become aware of said awkwardness – Remus was definitely avoiding you.

A sigh escaped you, one in a line of many others since that faithful day in the library, and you tried to focus on all the homework and revision you had to do for today. Going over all of your plans in your head, you turned around the corner-

-and collided straight with another person, causing all of the books in both of your hands to fall and spread onto the ground.

The clash’s force made you stumble several steps backwards, thankfully though you managed to keep your balance, arms waving around.

“Shit, sorry, mate, are you okay?” Once you’ve managed to get a stable footing, you lifted your gaze from the stone floor and looked directly into the face of Remus Lupin.

All colour drained from your cheeks.

“Oh. Hi, Remus. Didn’t see ya there.” You laughed forcefully.

Remus looked at you with a startled expression that quickly turned into one of clear uncomfort.

“Hello, (y/n),” he muttered quietly.

In a desperate attempt to chase away the heavy silence lying between the both of you, you hurriedly gathered up the school books that were scattered around on the stone floor.  The two of you stood there in awkward silence, clutching your books to your chests. He was expertedly avoiding your eyes while you were desperately trying to find the right words to say.

Surprisingly though, it was Remus who first raised his voice,

“Listen, (y/n), I need to go, so...”

“Remus-”

“I forgot something in the library-” He tried to quickly walk past you but you seized his arm to hold him back. The look he gave you, however, was one of slight surprise and discomfort.

“I’m sorry,” you said, unable to hide the sorrow in your eyes. “Listen, I never...” You interrupted yourself, an uneasy feeling spreading throughout your stomach. “When I asked you out, I never intended on making you feel uncomfortable. I just ... I just wanted to know if I stood a chance. You really don’t have to feel guilty for anything – and I’m sorry for having put you in this situation.” You licked your lips nervously and let go of his sleeve. “That’s it. I just wanted to apologise. Sorry for bothering you.”

Remus did not say anything in your defense. Nor did he say anything to blame you. He did, in fact, not say anything at all. He simply stared at you, his brown eyes almost burning a hole into your skull. As you looked into his piercing eyes, finding yourself unable to turn you gaze away from them, your heart forgot how to beat.

“Remus?” It was no more than a breath, barely even a whisper, but it was enough to snap him out of his daze. He blinked a few times, then took a hasty step back and cleared his throat. You took a shaky breath – you hadn’t even realised you were holding it.

“I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you,” he said hoarsely, looking at the stone floor instead of meeting your eyes. “Believe me, that wasn’t my intention.”

Your face softened. “I know you didn’t want to hurt me, Remus,” you whispered. “I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He lifted his head slightly but then changed his mind and continued to stare at the ground. “Me turning you down... That had nothing to do with you.”

You took a step back and furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean? Of course it had something to do with me.”

Remus pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. “No, (y/n), it didn’t. Please believe me.”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out of it. Remus sighed.

“(Y/N), I would have rejected any girl that had been in your place.”

Frowning, you attempted to speak – then you understood. “Oh! Merlin, I am so sorry – I didn’t know you fancy boys. Nobody told me.”

Abruptly, Remus lifted his head and gave you a startled look. “Wha- No, (y/n), I’m not gay.”

“Remus, that really isn’t something you have to be ashamed of, no matter what anybody says-”

“I am not gay!”

You paused. “Alright... Then what is the problem?”

Remus attempted to say something but then changed his mind and pressed his lips together. He looked like he regretted ever bumping into you.

As you examined his face and the tense expression upon it, you sighed in defeat. “You know what, forget it. I’m sorry, that’s none of my business. I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry for what happened back in the library.” A forced smile appeared on your face as you turned to leave. You felt Remus’ burning eyes on you until you had reached the end of the corridor, leaving you more confused than ever before.

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Living, Learning, and Filming Ch. 3 | Connor Brashier

A/n: one again, revised/rewritten. I remember loving this chapter a lot when I first wrote it, so I hope you guys like it too.

Summary: Someone’s falling…

Warnings: kinda fluffy

Word count: 2.2k

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Week 2

“You want to pick the music?” I ask, handing her my phone.

“Oh, sure.” She scrolls through my Spotify for a minute until she comes across a song she likes. 

“So, what were you and Shawn talking about?” I rest my arm on the center console, hand up, silently asking for hers, but she doesn’t place hers in mine. I leave my hand there anyway, just in case. 

“Um, nothing much.”

“No? Seemed like something important.”

“He just um… asked me on a date.” Y/n says when we reach a stop light and I slam on the brakes a little harder than intended.

“He did what?” I glance over at her, but she won’t look at me. “Y/n,” I say, trying to get her to say something, anything.

“He asked me out,” she says again, her voice small. 

“And?” I prompt. “What’d you say?” I can see that she’s hesitant to respond, and just by that alone, I’m not sure I want to know the answer. “No, nevermind,” I say, looking forward just as the light changes. “It’s your business.”

We’re silent the rest of the way back to campus. When I park, I turn the car off and she looks at me for the first time the whole ride. “What are you doing?”

“Walking you to your dorm. It’s late, you don’t need to be walking out here alone.”

“There’s no one out.”

“It’ll just make me feel better knowing you got to your dorm. Okay?” I say, staring at her through my hooded eyes. 

“Okay.” She takes her bag from the floor board and opens the door. I wait for her at the hood of the car and without asking, I take her hand. I don’t care if she said yes to Shawn or not. I want to hold her hand, and as long as she’s okay with it, I’m going to hold it because her skin is so soft against mine and I love the feeling. Thunder sounds and lightning cracks against the pitch black sky and she jumps just a little at the unexpected sound. 

“Guess it’s gonna rain,” I say and she nods, leading us to her building. 

“Yeah,” she answers and just as she says it, the first raindrop falls, followed by a heavy shower. She squeals and I can’t help but chuckle as she hurriedly leads me to the main door and she struggles to enter her code with just one hand, but she never lets go, and neither do I. She finally gets it in after three failed attempts, but we’re both soaked through by the time we get inside, you can hear only the squeaking of our shoes on the linoleum floor and the soft squishing of our feet in the damp shoes. I can’t help but laugh when she almost trips trying to get up the stairs, but I’m quick to catch her and keep us both from tumbling. 

“Come inside?” she asks when she gets her door unlocked. 

“I really should get back.”

“Stay,” she says, begs, really. “At least until the rain lets up. I’d feel better about it. Please?”

And when she gives me those eyes, the ones that hold nothing but sincerity, who am I to deny her anything she wants from me. “Okay,” I nod. “Just until the rain stops.”

Her room is warm compared to the hallway, and the drastic change in temperature causes a shiver to run up my spine. Almost immediately after putting her bag on the desk, she goes to her closet and grabs some clothes. Two hoodies that look like they absolutely swallow her up, and then she goes to her drawers where I watch her pull out a pair of leggings. “You can pick either one of these,” she says, laying the hoodies at the foot of the bed. “They’re my dad’s, so they should fit.”

“Thanks,” I mutter as she disappears into the bathroom. She comes back a second later with a towel. 

“Here, so you can dry yourself off.”

“Oh, thank you.” I take the towel from her hands and she smiles sheepishly at me. 

“Um, I’m gonna shower really quick. Will you be okay out here?”

I nod with a smug smile on my face, “I’ve been left alone before, y/n.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, smartass. I’ll be fast. Make yourself comfortable. There’s drinks in the fridge, and snacks in the pantry if you’re hungry.” she pulls out a shirt from her top drawer and once again disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

After drying my hair - or attempting to, at least, I pull off my shirt which has been clinging to my body since we got inside. I pull her dad’s sweatshirt over my head and try to pat my jeans dry. They aren’t clinging to me quite as much as you would think they would, but they’re definitely leaving me a little chilly. 

The stack of books by her bed catches my eye when I fold the towel over her desk chair. The stack is as tall as her nightstand. I don’t know anyone who has ever brought this many books to school with them. That just means you have more to take back and unload when you leave and return to campus.

I hear the door handle click and I know she’s behind me. “Find anything interesting?”

“Did you bring all these?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “I bought most of them since I’ve been here. There’s this really cute bookshop downtown. Seriously, it has a great selection. I go whenever I can get away from my homework.”

“So it’s a leisure thing,” I muse.

“Of course. What else would it be?” I smile as I watch her reach for her brush and sit cross legged on her bed. “Why are you staring at me like that?” she asks, looking up at me from where I stand near her tower of books. 

“What else don’t I know about you?”

“Quite a bit, pretty boy. What do you want to know?”

"I want to know everything." I say, electing to ignore the fact that she just called me pretty boy, even though it makes me feel all types of giddy inside. Giddy, what a stupid word coming from me.

We talk for hours about… well literally everything. I don’t even realize that it’s nearing two in the morning until I check my phone to see that Brian texted me three hours ago asking where I was. “I should get going,”  I whisper into her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo, memorizing her scent. It's intoxicating. 

She’s dozing off on my shoulder and I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be at this moment than right here. Seriously, a blinding flash of light could swallow the world whole at this very moment and I wouldn’t mind because I would die with her in my arms.

“No,” her arm wraps around my waist. “Warmth. Stay.”

“Y/n, it’s late," I try.

“All the more reason to stay. Please?” she groans, basically crawling on top of me. 

I sigh in content because I had no idea her body could feel so comforting on mine. “Okay. But I have to go first thing in the morning,” I say, but I barely believe it myself because as long as she’ll have me, I’ll stay. 

“Fine,” she agrees.

We’re quiet for a minute before she mumbles my name and oh wow it sounds like heaven. “Connor?”

“What’s going on, baby?”

“I said no.”

“Hmm?” I furrow my eyebrows, looking down at her.

“To Shawn. I said no.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because if I’m going to get to know someone like that, I want it to be you.”

“Wait, what?” I wait a beat for her to respond, but she doesn’t. “Y/n?”

She stirs, pulling at the covers and when I look down, I know she’s asleep, her eyes moving behind her eyelids as she dreams those sweet dreams that I could only wish on her. Those sweet dreams I can only wish to be in.

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I stumble into the apartment as quietly as I can the next morning because I know Brian is asleep; he doesn’t have class until noon, that lucky bastard. 

“And where have you been all night?”

I jump, dropping my phone on the ground. “Shit! Shawn what are you doing on the couch?”

“Spent the night. What happened? I thought you just went to take y/n back to her dorm.”

“Yeah,” I scratch the back of my neck, “I did. But it started raining pretty hard, so she told me to stay until the rain let up. It just got super late and I uh… stayed the night with her. No big deal.”

He nods. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I say, grabbing my phone. 

“What’s going on between you two? I mean, I kinda picked up on something last night, but-”

“Well if you picked up on it, then why did you ask her out?” I know it comes out kind of hostile, but I can’t help it. 

“Whoa,” he puts his hands up in surrender. “Look, I didn’t mean to step on your toes. I think it’s great that you’ve found someone you like. I just wasn't sure if it was serious."

I didn't think it was either, but I'm seriously falling for this girl and it hasn't even been three weeks yet. “It’s not. Yet.”

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Week 3

I’m falling. I’m falling and I’m falling hard and it’s going to hurt like hell when I land. Because neither of us have spoken about what she said the other night. In fact, we haven’t spoken about the other night at all. And I don’t think either of us intend to. 

“Y/n, come here.” I usher her over to the tree in front of me, with its multicolored leaves that in this early autumn season are starting to fall, just like me. 

“Hmm?” she shows up behind me, chin resting on my shoulder

“Can you stand here for a minute?”

“Okay. Any specific way?”

“Nope, just stand there and look pretty.”

She groans, but slips from behind me and leans against the tree. “But that’s hard.”

I’m already filming when she says it. “What’s hard, y/n/n?”

“Standing and looking pretty,” she sighs dramatically. 

I shake my head, starting to walk around the tree. “You’re doing a damn good job of it right now,” I say as I round the corner. 

She covers her face, letting out a soft laugh. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?” I ask with an amused smile. 

“Saying things like that,” she mumbles, pushing her hair out of her face. 

“Why? You gonna kiss me if I don’t?”

She hums and pushes herself off the tree. She waits until she’s out of frame, until her body is pressed impossibly close to mine, before she speaks. “If kissing you is the only way to get you to shut up, then yeah,” she whispers into my ear and I think I lose balance for a second. Her lips press gently onto my cheek and I know I’m a thousand shades of red when she pulls away.

I want to lean in, so badly I want to. Because she’s here and she’s so close and it would be so easy to just capture her lips right here, right now… But it’s not time. No matter how badly I want it, I can’t give into these feelings just yet, not until I know for sure that she feels the same.

Sure, she’s given me signs that she wants me too, but how do I know it’s not still just a game to her? I started it, but y/n’s the type of person to end it. 

And thinking this actually makes me believe that I don’t care. That even if this is a game, I want nothing more than to get my heart broken by her if that’s the case. It would be a privilege. 

“Con? You’re staring.”

“I know,” I say, my eyes focused on her lips.

“It’s making me nervous,” she says quietly.

“Y/n?”

“What?” She questions, her eyes trailing down to my lips too. I can’t help but wonder if she wants to kiss me as much as I want to kiss her. 

I take in a breath, “We should go get something to eat,” I say and I hate myself for it. In my mind, I’m punching myself in the face right now. “I’m starving.”

She pulls away from me, looking down at the ground. “Oh. Yeah, okay. Sure.”

I don’t know if I’m imagining it because I want it to be true, but I swear I see  disappointment in her eyes as she gathers her things. 

“Hey, are you okay?” I take her by the elbow before she can walk ahead of me.

She shrugs me off and I think I can physically feel my heart breaking at the subtle movement. “Yep. I’m fine.”

“Y/n?”

“Come on, Brashier. You’re hungry, right?” She starts walking forward, but I hurriedly get in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

“Wait, y/n. What happened?”

“Do you want to kiss me, Connor?”

“Well, I-”

“It’s a yes or no question. Do you or don’t you?”

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[khaleesiofalicante]

So first of all I am so so sorry I think you’re becoming the fandom therapist or something and I know having everyone telling you all their problems is so emotionally draining and you don’t even have to reply to this I just need to write it all down and feel like I’m telling it to someone and it’s not gonna get left behind in some random box

Today is Monday. On Thursday I start school again. I know some people haven’t been at school in 2 years or something but schools in my country started back in September last year and we’ve just had six week holidays, which used to feel so long and daunting and free, but we’ve had a 6 month lockdown followed by a 3 month lockdown and suddenly 6 weeks doesn’t feel that long anymore.

So in a way the act of going back to school doesn’t feel that daunting, especially as it doesn’t feel as though I’ve been gone for very long.

But I left school with some issues. When I was 13 I had this best friend, and she was my best friend like we did everything together we were so close we’d sing and have sleepovers all the time. But she treated me really badly, she was manipulative and because she had a lot of issues I brushed it off. It took me two years to finally say enough is enough and I feel so guilty and stupid for not doing that sooner, for not listening to my parents, my friend, for letting her hurt me and other people for so long.

I have this friend now, who was treated in a similar way by the same girl, and we really bonded over our shared experience with her. But she is a really difficult friend. For the last weeks of school she was constantly angry at everyone, always getting into fights with this girl, and I had to deal with the entire school spreading rumours about my friend, saying she’s a bad person and sticking up for this girl who really ruined both our self esteems.

My friend cuts herself, and she doesn’t really let anyone see it, she has a good relationship with the safeguarding officer at our school which is positive, but I do worry about her. The other day she told me she wanted to run away again. She has a difficult home life and it troubles her, but she was talking about running away with a boy that is involved with gangs, is known to carry a knife into school and has some really poor choice in girlfriends.

At the same time this is going on, my family is going through something. My grandma is really sick and having a horrible time in hospital. I don’t think she’s going to die but it’s really hard on my dad, and as I’m starting school this week I’m having a lot of stress about that, but I don’t want to burden him, or my mum, who is being really helpful and supportive of my dad.

I feel really guilty about having all these problems and worries with school when my family is going through this. I know that it’s ok, and that my mum said I can talk to her, but it feels like too much is happening too fast.

It’s my last year at school, and we have really big exams, and all the teachers are putting a lot of pressure on to us. They tell us that our worth depends on our grades - in not so many words - and my two favourite teachers have just left.

My friend that i mentioned earlier got beaten up multiple times by different girls inside and out of school, so she is really worried about it. I’m worried about having to look out for her, doing my extra curricular which is so important for me, and revising. The school puts so much pressure on doing work outside of school, but honestly when i get home I just want to collapse.

A lot of people have been calling me a snitch, due to - I assume - the manipulative ex friend spreading rumours about something that happened last year. I have to deal with that, and the school’s ridiculously high expectations for me to get the top marks in all my subjects, which I know it’s not important, but I feel I’m letting people down if I don’t get the best grades.

I have exams in less than a month in science, and a 6 page long science homework to complete for Thursday. The first week of holidays I didn’t want to do anything, the next 3 weeks I was on holiday and now my nanny is sick and my family is in a crisis. I’m not in a place to do it, or at least to a good standard that’s expected of me.

It doesn’t help that I don’t trust my pastoral team. My head of year constantly interrupts and honestly whenever she walks into the room I get really nervous and stressed out. My pastoral tutor acts like his sole purpose is to get us to pass our exams, and he’s told my friend multiple times that her rather be eating his lunch than helping her with her problems.

Most of my classmates don’t like me, and I can deal with that, to most teenagers, I’m not a likeable person. But it still hurts when they hurl insults at me and treat me like less than a person, because I know that I haven’t done anything to deserve that treatment.

I’m really stressed and close to having panic attacks. I’m trying to stay positive and focus on enjoying it, but it just doesn’t seem realistic. My parents have told me not to take any of the teachers rubbish, and I really try, but half the time that makes me want to shout at the teachers or walk out the classroom, and maintaining positive relationships with teachers is important.

I’m gonna shut up now before I start rambling about sexism in the classroom and all my boy troubles

Sorry for bothering you with this, again, I know being an emotional toilet is a real strain, so don’t feel any way obliged to reply to this if you don’t feel you can.

Thank you though (I also really love lbaf)

Hello!

I'm just gonna start off by by saying what I tell you - or anyone else - should never be taken as therapeutic advice. I'm not a therapist in any capacity. Even if the words I share might be helpful for some people, it is not and should not be considered an alternative for professional advice.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. I can see that it is a lot. I know you are not here for advice and you just wanted to get this off your chest. I hope this helped you.

But allow me to say just two things.

You seem very strong. You seem very smart. You are able to stand up to your friends. You are able to recognise when people try to manipulate you. But I do feel, like many children, you've forgotten an important thing. You are still a child. In the literal sense. So, you don't have to carry all of this with you. I know you don't want to be a burden. But it is LITERALLY the responsibility of your parents to support you in such circumstances. You shouldn't concern yourself about whether it will be a burden for them. It's what they are meant to do. So, don't feel guilty. We all have to do things even if it's difficult. But we do it because we want to do and because we have to. I know there is a lot going on, but your parents will figure out a way. You see, that's a superpower adults have. We have a lot of shit going on too. But we are a little better at compartmentalising things. We need to be able to mutltask better. You will get the hang of it as you grow up.

If you know a lot of people come to me asking for advice, then you must also know that many of them are not in a position to talk to their parents or asking for their help. But you seem you like you can. So, you must use it. Do not take their support for granted. You have to talk to them. If your friend is getting hurt by other people or if she is hurting herself, or if it is about you getting hurt by your school children or if it is the exams - whatever it is, talk to them about it.

They might not be able to solve your problems. But it is ALWAYS better when your parents know what's going on with your life. You need to tell them. Maybe talk to them about one thing. Think about the most pressing issue and tell them about it. It will make things a little better. Some of the problems you have - including the panic attacks - can be harmful. So, it's important that you talk to your parents - or any adult - about it. I said you're a smart kid. So, you know the sensible thing to do here. I don't like it when I'm wrong. So, don't prove me wrong, okay?

Once again, I'm reminding you are that you're a kid. While it might not be easy to accept, you need to understand your powerlessness. It's not a bad thing. You are supposed to lean on the adults around you at this point in your life. Trust me, this is the point in your life where you can ask for help without feeling guilty about it. So, you should do it. At least, that's what I think.

I hope everything goes well tomorrow. Take one day at a time. Even if the day goes well, come back home and talk to your mother. Tell her about your day. Talk.

You read tsc, don't you? Then you should know this by know. Talking to people and being honest solves 70% of the problems.

So, talk. It will help. I promise.

Sending you all my strength and love,

Dani x.

[writing-and-bad-decisions]

Overworked

A Haikyuu Fanfiction

Pairing: Yaku/Lev

Words: 1945

Summary:

It was the way that Yaku had been leaning on the elevator wall, fingers tightly gripping the hand rail as he struggled to keep his balance, which broke Lev.

“Yaku-san are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re really shaky.”

“Lev.” He said tersely. “I’m fine. Seriously.”

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Yaku overworks himself to the point of sickness, luckily Lev is there to take care of him

Note:

Hi! I’m not too proud of this one personally, I felt like some parts were a little lacklustre, but I wanted to share regardless. I hope you enjoy! Any feedback/constructive criticism is appreciated :)

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Yaku felt like absolute shit, though he would never admit it. His breaths came out in strenuous heaves which contorted his ribcage and sent quivers through his shoulders. It was the end of practice, and although everyone was reasonably out of breath, he was the only one lying on the floor. 

“Wow Yaku,” Kuroo said, striding towards him. “You’re not looking so good, are you okay?” Yaku swallowed, picking his heavy body off the gymnasium floor and forcing himself into a standing position. 

“Yeah.” He nodded curtly, ignoring the swirl in his head. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just look a little… pale. That’s all.” Kuroo gave him a long look, and he tried to smile reassuringly. He shook his head, giving Yaku a pat on the shoulder as he passed him. “Just, don’t over do it, yeah?”

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Lev had been casting Yaku concerned looks the entire commute to their apartment complex, inquiring about his health every five minutes or so, despite Yaku’s insistence that, yes, he was feeling fine. Lev’s usually bubbly attitude had been replaced with a gentle concern, and it was really starting to get on his nerves. The first year pursed his lips as his hand quivered on the bus railing, and then furrowed his eyebrows as he caught Yaku stumbling off the bus. It was the way that Yaku had been leaning on the elevator wall, fingers tightly gripping the hand rail as he struggled to keep his balance, which broke Lev. 

“Yaku-san are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re really shaky.”

“Lev.” He said tersely. “I’m fine. Seriously.” The elevator doors opened. 

“I can walk you to your apartment if you want.” He offered. “You look like you’re about to faint, I’m worried–”

“Lev.” He snapped, glaring up at him with an irritability that wasn’t foreign to the first year. “I’m fine. I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.” And with that, he wobbled off the elevator and down the hall. 

Yaku stumbled into his apartment and found himself strangely out of breath. He leaned against the entryway wall, his bag falling to the floor with a soft thud. His body felt off somehow, sweaty and clammy, indicated by his shirt sticking to his collarbone. 

He needed to take a shower, he decided, and then he could get started on his school work. He kicked off his shoes, which landed ungracefully against the wall, and made his way to the bathroom. 

He felt absolutely freezing, despite the redness of his face suggesting otherwise. He undressed himself quickly, a strange, anxious urgency overtaking him, and turned on the water. Yaku ducked his head beneath the hot stream, feeling too fatigued to even wash himself, and instead ran through his tasks for the afternoon. 

He had his maths homework to complete and a test to revise for next week, as well as the English essay due this Friday. He needed to… what else was there? There was more. The tiles swayed at his feet, his thoughts felt foggy; indecipherable. His fingers gripped at the knob and turned, sending hot water over his scalp to kick his thoughts back into gear. He promised to help the first years with their history homework this weekend, so he needed to write up study notes. There was also work to be done around the apartment. He needed to vacuum, he needed to do a load of washing, he needed to…

He needed to…

Yaku’s legs gave out under him, and he crashed painfully onto the shower floor. Oh god he was dizzy, so dizzy and hot. His head was on fire, a flame that danced behind his eyes and blurred his vision, so much so that he could barely make out his hands beneath him. He struggled to get up, arms weak and knees slipping against the tile, barely managing to pull himself out of the shower. 

The cold bathroom air pricked at his skin, a stark contrast to the blaze raging inside of him. His breaths came out in heavy pants as he hovered over the bathmat, his body swaying back and forth.

Yaku’s heart beat frenetically, sending sharp vibrations across his ribcage. A sudden nausea overwhelmed his senses, and he barely managed to scramble to the toilet before his stomach expelled it’s contents. 

Yaku gripped the seat weakly as his whole body convulsed and he heaved and sputtered into the bowl. After a painful few minutes, he leant back away from the toilet, gasping through his raw throat. 

The ceiling light hummed distantly as he stared up at it, drowned out by the noise of the shower and his pounding head. He willed his chest to ease, for his body to stop aching, to no avail. He swallowed painfully, the bile taste receding, and reached above his head for his towel. It took a few tugs before he dislodged it. Yaku wrapped it around his quivering body, his skin still dripping from the shower, and sat on the bathroom floor, too feverish to move. 

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He must have passed out for a while, because Yaku awoke to the sound of his name. 

“Yaku-san!” He lifted his head from where it was slumped against the rim of the bathtub and peered with hazy eyes towards the doorway, where Lev stood, looking increasingly distressed. 

“L-Lev?” His voice was raspy, barely above a whisper. Lev rushed over, kneeling beside Yaku despite the wet floor. 

“Are you okay?” He nodded weakly, and Lev helped him into a sitting position. His head spun with the motion, and he leaned heavily on Lev to keep from flopping over again. 

“What are you doing here?” He mumbled, finding it difficult to speak. 

“You seemed really ill after practice, so I thought I’d bring over some soup––God you’re burning up!” Lev’s green eyes flickered to where his hand gripped Yaku’s shoulder. “What happened? Why are you lying on the floor?” 

“I...I don’t know. I fell and then I think… I think I passed out?” He blinked sluggishly, struggling to keep his eyes open. 

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Lev stood, pulling Yaku up with him, causing his towel to fall away and revealing his nakedness. Lev turned his head sharply away, the tips of his ears turning pink. 

“Sorry, I’ll um…” He turned his head back tentatively, training his eyes on Yaku’s face. “Your hair is still wet... Okay, sit down again and I’ll dry it.” 

Yaku obeyed, not really paying attention, and was thankful to have the cool tile against his hot skin once more. Lev grabbed the towel and crouched, softly gripping the nape of his neck as he rubbed it against his scalp. Yaku groaned as the movement sent another wave of vertigo through his head. 

“Sorry.” Lev winced. After he was satisfied with his effort, Lev gently pulled him up once more, holding him tight as Yaku almost fell again. He gripped Lev’s shirt, burying his face into his side as Lev guided him through the apartment. They reached his bedroom and Lev sat him down on his bed, averting his gaze once more. “Do you want to get changed or…?” Yaku shook his head. 

“I’m too hot.” Lev helped him get under the covers. 

“There you go. Alright, you just rest and I’ll take care of you.”

“Mmm, no––” He croaked. Lev paused.

“No?”

“I-I can’t rest. I’ve got homework to do, a-and an essay to write…” he swallowed painfully. “And I promised the second years that I would… would write some––some study notes for them…” There was so much for him to do, his stomach coiling with anxiety at the thought of it. He didn’t have the time for this, he was never going to complete any of it at this rate. He needed to work. 

“Yaku-san no, you need to rest. You have a fever.”

“I-I’m fine, really, you don’t need to worry. Y-you can leave now, I have work I need to get done.” Yaku struggled to sit up, the blanket falling away from his chest with the effort, but Lev blocked him with his hand, the frown on his face deepening.

“You’re delirious, you’re in no state to work.” He said firmly. 

“I-I’m not.” Because he wasn’t, even though he was struggling to focus his eyes and could barely concentrate on Lev’s words. He just needed to get his work done. Everything would be fine if he could just get his work done.

“Yaku-san don’t lie to yourself.”

“I’m fine––” He started, but Lev cut him off. 

“You’re not fine and you need to rest!” Lev shouted suddenly, before quietly adding “Please.”

Yaku submitted, lying back down on his pillow. He had never seen Lev raise his voice before. He left the room and Yaku closed his eyes, enduring the pounding in his head. Distantly, he was aware of the shower turning off in the bathroom. 

He opened his eyes again to see Lev re-enter the room, carrying a tray. Yaku sat up to take some medicine and downed a glass of water, before lying back down and having a damp rage placed over his forehead. His skin was so sweaty he observed, as he shifted in his sheets. 

“You worry me sometimes.” Lev spoke softly, dabbing the rag carefully across his forehead. “You’re always hard at work, always helping everyone. You never give yourself a break. You shouldn’t be overworking yourself to this point.”

“But people rely on me.” Yaku mumbled. “I can’t let them down.”

“Their feelings aren’t your responsibility.” Lev said, finally meeting his eyes again. Lev’s eyes were so pretty, Yaku realised. “You’re allowed to take time for yourself, you know. It’s okay to rest sometimes.” he smiled down at him. 

If Yaku was in a better state of mind, he may have teased Lev for his wisdom, may have waved him off and said something like “Don’t get all sappy on me!” But instead he stayed silent, letting himself reflect on Lev’s words. It was true that he worked himself to the brink of exhaustion and beyond, he couldn’t deny that, but he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t think he could explain to Lev this feeling of helplessness he felt. It was so difficult for him to relax, there was always something to do, something that needed to get done. Sometimes he felt like if he stopped working, he’d fall apart. He needed it, the constant distractions to fill his day and keep this fear of his at bay. This restlessness. He didn’t know what he was without it. 

He didn’t know who he was. 

Yaku swallowed, wincing at the rawness of his throat, before speaking again. “Lev… can you do me a favour?”

“Of course.” 

“Can you vacuum the living room for me? My father wanted me to do it before he got home…” Lev huffed a soft laugh. 

“Sure thing. Will you be okay in the meantime?” Yaku nodded weakly. Lev reached out, giving his hand a soft squeeze, before standing and leaving the room once more.

It didn’t feel like enough, but he didn’t want to ask anymore from him. At the very least, the act eased some of Yaku’s anxiety. One less task to do, and for once he didn’t have to carry the burden himself. Despite his feverishness, Lev’s kindness sent a wave of warmth through his body, which settled comfortably in his chest. It was silly, really, that one small act of help meant so much to him. Maybe the fever was just making him emotional, who knew, but with that he was able to settle back down, and allow himself to relax.

[andrew2luv]

The Angel Next Door - Chapter 3

“This was fun. Thanks for showing me around.” Asher pulls into the driveway.

“I really only showed you a playground and an ice cream place.”

“Where else would I want to go?”

“You’re so going to be getting lost a lot.”

“Just another reason for you to drive me around again.”

“Yeah. Sure. I would tomorrow but I’ve gotta go to the studio.”

“Studio?”

“Yeah. I’ve been working on a new album for a while.”

“Cool. I’m so going to look you up on iTunes the second I get in my room.”

“Really? I’m scared.”

“Good. And I’m definitely watching some Andi Mack.”

“Oh god…” I laugh as he looks nervous.

“Don’t worry. I’m very kind. Not judgy at all.”

“Somehow I don’t believe that.”

“How rude.”

We both step out of the car.

“Should I expect to hear you sneaking out tonight?”

“Maybe.” He looks at me. “Probably.” We laugh. “You’re welcome to come with me.”

“Probably not.”

“Not yet.”

“Lord you’re pushy.”

“You know me so well already.”

“Just go inside. Your moms probably wondering where you’ve been.”

“Doubt it. Bye.”

“Bye.”

We separate and I walk into the house. I see my mom and Dave eating at the kitchen counter.

“Hey! We’re you out? I didn’t hear you leave.” My mom stands up.

“Oh, I just went for a walk.”

“Yeah. Sure. Try not to fuck up here like you did last year.” Dave continues eating and my mom just stands there.

“Yeah. Whatever.” I just walk straight up to my room and jump onto my bed.

I look back and to Asher’s window. He walks into his room and spots me. He smiles. And I just close the blinds.

3 DAYS LATER… 1 am…

Sometimes I wish I could sleep. I haven’t slept more than five hours a night since I was seven and had gymnastics practice at six every morning and had to stay up until midnight to do homework.

Sadly I don’t have much to do late at night or early in the morning these days. So I usually go out. I find somewhere to go. Someone to be with. And then I try and stay busy until I’m truly ready to collapse in bed.

And then we moved here. I know no one. I know nothing. And I can’t really get around with a car. So unless I want to spend money on a ride, I’ve either got to walk or stay in.

Tonight I decided to stay in, kinda. I’m on the roof. Just enjoying the silence of the night, looking up at the starry skies, and smoking a beautiful spliff. It’s relaxing.

“I thought I smelt you.” I nearly throw my spliff and slide off the roof as Asher steps out his window.

“Lord you’re creepy.”

“And you’re high.”

“Really?”

“What’s going on? I texted you the other day. Did you give me a fake number?”

“No. I just didn’t respond.”

“Wow.” He sits on his roof and faces me. “Did I say something the other day? I’m sorry if we got a little deep or something.”

“Do you ever just relax? Have a little fun?”

“Do you ever get serious? Be real?”

“Wow. Look who’s all funny now.”

“Look who’s being a dick.” He gets up and starts moving towards his window.

“Oh come on. Don’t run away.”

“Goodnight. Try not to hurt yourself.”

“Boo, you whore.”

10 am…

So… I woke up and immediately felt like shit. Not physically or anything, but because of what happened with Asher. I was definitely not in a great headspace when I started smoking and I’ve been told I can be quite a bitch when I smoke. So I know that I need to apologize… if Asher will even give me a minute… or second.

I basically wait all day hoping to see Asher either in his room or somewhere outside his house. Sadly his curtain is closed. And no sign of him anywhere.

The Next Day… 6 am

He’s taking his dog for a walk! It’s early and the sun has just started to rise, so it’s still pretty cool out. And I waste absolutely no time putting my shoes out, slide out my window and run to catch up with Asher.

“Hey.” I catch up to him, casually walking up. “Hey boy.” His dog comes up to me. “You’re so cute.” Asher is still silent. “Hey.” I stand up and face Asher, who doesn’t look amused. “I’m sorry.”

I honestly don’t know what else to say. I’m very nervous and I’m not used to feeling this way. I’m just usually not someone to apologize. Mostly because I’m right. But this time I’m not.

“By now you know that I’m not the emotional type of person. And if you tell anyone I said this I will deny it. But… you’re probably the kindest person I’ve met so far in my life and somehow are able to make me open up by some sort of miracle. I don’t get it, but I don’t hate it. I actually kinda like it. So I’m hoping that at some point, whether in a minute, two weeks, or ten months that you will be able to forgive me and we can continue hanging out.” I stand there for a few seconds as his dog licks my leg. “Um… have a good walk.”

I turn around and start walking off.

“Spencer.” I immediately smile, but then hold it in and turn around. “Wanna walk with us?”

“Sure.” I walk back to him and we start walking.

“How many times did you practice that speech?”

“What? No! That was completely spontaneous.”

“Yeah. Sure.” We both laugh.

“So what are your plans today?”

“Actually I’ve got to go do some things for Shazam 2. That’s why I’m awake so early.”

“Bummer. Tonight?”

“Family dinner.”

“Damn.”

“But I could always check to see if you can come along today.”

“Yeah. That would be great.”

“I’m not promising anything, but I’ll try.”

As I sit in my room I’m shocked to hear a little clink on my window. I turn and see Asher over on his roof.

“Hey. Look who’s trying to get my attention now.”

“Well, I don’t have to give you the good news then.”

“Oh just spill it.”

“Well there’s good and not so good news.”

“Oh no… should I get my flask out.”

“Shut up! Throw that flask away.”

“No, but I promise not to take it out if you just get to the point already.”

“So if you want to come today you can. We’re going all over the place to do all sorts of things. But we can make it fun.”

“Great! Anything to get out of this house.”

“Oh wow. So you’re just using me?”

“Oh calm down princess.” He laughs and I realize I’ve missed hearing his laugh.

“The other news is that… my mom has invited you, your mom, and Dave to family dinner tonight.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah… but hopefully we can sneak away early in and maybe go out for a little.”

“Go out?”

“Yeah. I’ll let you choose where.”

“Anywhere?”

“Within reason.”

“Oh, it’s cute you think there’s any reasoning with me.”

“Oh lord. Be ready to go in ten.”

I just give him two thumbs up before he goes back in.

It’s honestly a lot. Asher has to do more than I thought just for a movie role. We went and picked up some revised scripts that involved me sitting in the car alone for nearly 45 minutes. Then we moved on to some building where we went in and Asher got measurements taken, tried on at least 50 different outfits, and had many pictures taken of him. That part wasn’t too bad. I liked seeing him in these adorable outfits. He got excited over it and had a bunch of fun getting his photo taken.

From there we went and got a quick lunch.

After lunch, we went to his manager’s office. I had to sit out in the waiting room as he and his mom went in. They were in there for a ridiculously long time. All Asher told me was that they were planning all his flight dates, dates for PR stuff, and some future projects.

From there, our last stop was a quick stop at the dry cleaners. We grabbed a shit load of clothes then headed back home.

“Sorry ‘bout all that. I thought you would’ve been able to join in on more of it. Have a little more fun.”

“It’s fine. Kinda interesting to see how much it takes to get ready for a movie.”

“Yeah. It’s very interesting.”

“So when does filming begin?”

“Well not filming, but I have to be there for rehearsals in a month.”

“Okay… and how long will you be gone?”

“Three to four months. Depends on reshoots.”

“Shit.”

“Well, you’ll have to come down and visit at some point.”

“Yeah. Sounds fun.”

Then the doorbell rings.

“The neighbors are here.” Asher stands up.

“We could still jump out the window and run.”

“No… come on.”

“Ugh.” He yanks me up from the ground. “This is gonna be a nightmare.”

[bluedemon1995]

Families Can Be Made

So I was thinking that I’ve read stories about Pidge and Keith adopting a baby Galran and I was thinking that I could also see them adopting a teen. Cuz they are so badass, so here we go! This will probably be a few one shots when I have time. I’m just starting to feel better so hopefully I can go back to my actual stories. But I will be doing one shots as inspiration strikes! Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!!!

Pidge is working in her lab, per her usual Wednesday routine when suddenly the door is slammed opened and Keith stalks in. “I can’t do this! The cadets are idiots! It’s like I’m teaching a bunch of”

Pidge started laughing, “What a bunch of you!?”

Keith arched a brow, “No, I was going to say a bunch of Lance’s but maybe it’s really a bunch of you!”

I smirked, “You’d be so lucky.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “Okay, maybe it’s not just one of anything but this group is trying my nerves. Maybe I’m not cut out for this, why did I think I could be a teacher? I have no patience! I”

Pidge finally stops typing to spin her chair around, curling her index finger, she motions for Keith to come closer. “Okay Mr, no, Commander Kogane, you do this every year. I can’t do this…this is so hard…my students are idiots…blah, blah, blah. And every year, you adjust, you wing it, you get annoyed, yell and you connect. YOU, my love, are an amazing teacher!!! Really teaching doesn’t even cover it because, you are MORE than that! You become their friend and mentor. But honestly, stop the fucking whining!” With that last statement she punches him in his solar plexus.

Keith huffs out a cough, then laughs, wrapping his arms tightly around his wife, “Shut up. You have no idea, you have interns who like to please you. Shit they live to make you smile! I have students who like to”

Giggling, Pidge interjects, “Challenge you. That’s what you were going to say right? And if, I know my husband, and I do! He is going to have his students whipped into shape in no time!” Leaning up she nipped his lip, then pulled his head down for a better kiss, a deeper kiss, a kiss that after all these years still makes her giddy.

Keith quickly settled in, pulling her closer and maneuvering her to the edge of the table, just as he was getting her maneuvered so she would lay down on the table, he heard an alarm. Sighing, he arched a brow.

She grinned, “The game is afoot!” Pushing him, she hops down off the table and runs to her data pad. “Someone made it past Drew’s initial security system. That means we have a hacker! Oh boy! This is gonna be awesome! I wonder who it is…first year? Had to be…the other ones have never shown any interest.”

As she starts mumbling and pulling up multiple screens, he queries,“Security system? What security system? Drew-our ten year old son-Drew? What the???”

“Now honey, Drew and I are essentially creating a system of security for our offices and a few other strategic places. No, no, don’t give me that look! He needs practice and he needs to challenge himself. And let’s be honest, while the school they attend is good…it’s not Holt good. So I came up with this little game…and well we just got triggered.” With a very gremlin and almost evil look on her face she rubbed her hands together.

Keith closes his eyes and sighs. Of course. The lab door again slams into the wall. “MOM!!!! We got someone!!! Did you see, did you see?!!”

Keith opens his eyes to see his son, looking WAY too happy, along with Matt, Hunk and …there we go, Finn and Abbey pulling up the rear. Sighing, he knew they were in for the long haul. He stood up trying to adjust his pants and went to pick up his youngest at 6. “Abbey, hey precious girl! What are you guys doing here?” She at least wouldn’t lie to him! He had to act quick before the others covered for her.

“Daddy!! Uncle Matt and us were going to surprise mommy!! And then our trap was pulled! Yay! It’s party time!”

Keith looked to Uncle Matt, “And I’m to believe, you just showed up here?”

Matt grinned, that damn Holt grin, seriously it should be illegal. And now he has three mini Holts, he’s doomed!

Matt states calmly, “Well, Drew might have mentioned that some things were in play so we might of just come to see. Then who do I run into? Hunk! What the odds?”

Keith looked to Hunk who was trying not to make eye contact. “Um, I have cookies.”

Keith shook his head, this group was incorrigible. Shaking his head, he grabbed a cookie and settled in. “So you just happened by with cookies? Sure, by all means, let the show begin!”

Drew smiled, “Dad! I’m so glad you are here! I didn’t want you to miss it but mom said that you would find out somehow…she said it’s like you have a sixth sense!!!”

Keith nodded, “Oh, yeah, I do. And experience, let’s not forget that!”

As Matt, Hunk and Drew gathered around Pidge and her computers, Abbey and Finn rushed to fill Keith in on their day with Uncle Matt. Nodding and eating, Keith got up to get drinks for the kids when he heard an “AHA!”

Looking over, he handed the chocolate milk to their youngest two and looked over Pidge’s shoulder. “Hey, that boy-he’s in my class. Quiet, sits in the back, missing homework.”

Pidge grins, “This kid is a genius. We gotta catch him in the next stage!”

When Keith looks confused, Drew replies, “DAD, we made it so if you make it through the first system, you don’t KNOW, that we caught YOU!!! But we DID! So when they go to the next step, we KNOW!! Then BAM! Trap set!”

“Okay kiddo, you know you don’t have to yell, right? I’m right here. Literally next to you. So, you all cannot come and catch this kid. You know that right?”

Pidge smiles, “No worries, said kid, he’s coming to us. It’s all part of my plan, my pretty!”

Abbey jumps, “That’s like Wizard of Oz!” She then proceeds to sing, at top volume, “Somewhere over the Rainbow”. Keith opens his mouth, only to have Finn yell, “STOP! Your voice is hurting my ears!”

Crying ensures, until Hunk scoops up Abbey and walks her over to the fish tank and Matt grabs Finn, explaining how big brothers have to be careful because little sisters are very sensitive. Pidge growls but ignores the conversation for the greater good.

A loud ear piercing whistle breaks out, Keith looks around the room. “Plan and places-now.”

Pidge smiles, “Okay, Finn and Abbey, got to my room and you can watch a movie-Finn it’s your turn to pick, Abbey-one more milk then that’s it-now.” Hurt feelings forgotten, both run to watch their favorite cartoon. Matt and Hunk set up near the datapads and video screens doing some modifying. To what Keith has no clue.

Which left Drew, Pidge and Keith. Keith looks to Pidge, “Well apparently this is your guys show. Or should I say party? What’s next?”

Pidge looks to Drew, “Little man, fill dad in.”

Drew grins, mischievously, “Well, Dad, let’s go catch our hacker.”

Two hours later…

Keith, Pidge and Drew have a very aloof teenaged boy trapped in a hall. He looks up, and for a moment, fear flashes in his eyes. Then a mask settles. “So, I guess I got caught. Whatever, kick me out already. It’s not like I want to be here. Fuck it!”

Drew’s eyes are big, “MOM! He said the F-word!! I wanna say the F-word, it’s no fair!”

Pidge grins, “I told you, once you hit the teen years, you can. Until then…quiznack it up!”

Keith closes his eyes, just for a second, before he lands a hard glare on the boy in front of him. “What do you think you were doing? Do you not have enough homework? Not enough drills? This is”

“Amazing!” Pidge interjects, “You did great, got farther than even I thought! So, what tripped you up? I saw you trying to backtrack at some point but then it looks like you gave up.”

The kid looked shocked.

Keith takes a step forward, trying to gain control of this mess, “Okay, let’s”

Pidge notices how the kid locked down his expression, essentially looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. Which she KNEW was an act. She’s a mom now, and let’s just say she’s gained a very good insight to kids. This boy, while technically a teenager, was still a kid. A smart kid. Who was different. While many different species lived on Earth now, not everyone was kind to Galra’s even after all this time. And in the second Pidge processed all this, she made a decision. He was going to be her protégé.

Interrupting Keith is never a good idea but being his wife did come with some benefits. So she pushed forward, “Pidge, what’s your name?”

The kid looked..surprised. Surprise is good. She offers her hand, giving him time to process and catch up.

“Um, well, my name, is, um, Mason. I mean, Private Micheal Mason. Ma’am.”

“Well hell, I thought we were being nice. I’m not a ma’am, nope you can call me Pidge or Mrs. Kogane, got it?”

“Yes, sorry.”

“And I’m Drew Kogane. You almost beat me but I still won!”

Pidge could see that the kid was shocked the program was from Drew, his pride was probably hurting now. Before he said something stupid, because she was sure he would, she decided to say something.

“Yes, Drew and I set a little experiment. Why don’t you come with me and let’s see where you went right and where you might have tripped up? You free now?”

Mason hesitantly replied, “Yes, it’s family weekend so everyone has free time.”

Drew interrupted, “Is your family coming?”

Pidge could see the answer in the set of his shoulders and wondered how he would respond. He had a wall around him but, well, so did Keith. Hell, she was good at getting around walls, through walls, over walls- virtual or physical.

Mason looked down at Drew. “No, no one is coming for me.”

Drew nodded, “Okay, then you can come with us. We can revise.”

Mason’s eyes bounced from Drew to Keith to Pidge’s. “Huh?”

Before Keith could get out a word, Pidge starts, “Yup, come with us. You did an amazing job hacking. But, it’s still sloppy. You gotta watch your time when you do stuff like this. Leave no trace has gotta be the goal.” As she is talking she is maneuvering Drew and Mason towards her lab.

Keith sighs, “Pidge! We cannot reward”

Pidge turns, bumping into Keith, “Babe. It’s not like he hacked into the Garrison. He hacked into mine and Drew’s program.” Lowering her voice, “You know it can’t be easy for him.” Pressing her hand into his chest, right over his heart, while pulling him close, “You know, I know. Let me help him, please.”

Keith sighs, “Damn it. How am I not immune to your shit by now?”

Pidge grins and leans up to kiss him. Leaning into him, slowly snaking her hand into his hair.

Meanwhile, Mason turns and sees his INSTRUCTOR kissing. That really nice woman. He turns around quickly, face red, only to see the little kid groan.

“Yeah, you kinda just have to ignore that. They kiss a lot!!! It’s not normal but what are you going to do. They just act like that, so we gotta cept it. So, now , tell me how you were able to disrupt my algorithm.”

[remus-moonyylupin]

breaking point

James walked down the hall at a brisk speed, not paying attention to where he was going. As he walked, he ticked things off in his head; a checklist for the day's agenda. Quick practice on the quidditch pitch, breakfast, Transfiguration, 15 minute break to revise in the library, Charms, meet Lily for a quick chat in the hall, plant dung bombs, Arithmancy, lunch to be spent revising, afternoon classes all back to back, quick dinner, quidditch practice, revising again, completing all homework, and somehow finding the time for his friends all in between. He took a deep breath and kept walking.

He reached the pitch a few minutes early to see someone already soaring high above, emerald green quidditch robes streaming behind them. He picked up his bags just as soon as he set them down and turned back the way he came.

Arriving at the empty Gryffindor table, he set all his things down and began scooping generous amounts of scrambled eggs onto his plate. The hall filled around him and his friends arrived to see a grinning James sitting in their normal spot.

"Morning, Prongs, bit early are we?" Sirius asked with a jovial tone, snatching a few slices of toast off of a serving plate.

"Oh you know me, gotta get that extra practice in before classes," James replied with an easy smile.

Before they knew it, breakfast was over and they were off to start their busy day. James stayed with his friends during classes but slipped off to revise just as he planned. "Sorry lads, I've gotta pass my exams!" he called over his shoulder as he slipped away from their small group and made a beeline for the back tables of the library.

Almost as soon as he sat down, it felt like his 15 minute break was up. James shoved his belongings back in his impossibly heavy bag and slung it across his back, running out the door in order to make it to Charms on time. I'll have to do the dung bombs prank another time, he thought, doing his best not to slam into too many other students as he scurried down the corridor. With a sinking feeling he realized he'd also missed his allotted time to chat with Lily but pushed it down and kept walking. Classes were more important.

He made it to Arithmancy just in time, sliding into a seat next to Remus, the only other from their group who'd signed up for this class, just as their Professor came out of their office to start class. It passed in a blur of numbers and scribbled writing. Rather than walking to lunch with Remus and the others, he once again found his way to the back tables of the library and pulled out his notes. His stomach rumbled slightly in protest but he ignored it. There was work to be done; exams to ace.

He worked methodically through his notes and essays, scanning textbooks laid out in front of him as he went. Though it grew increasingly more difficult for him to focus, he kept on pushing. Obsessed with the need to succeed. After a while, he noticed someone sitting across from him. He'd hardly looked up from his books since he arrived.

"Sorry kinda busy at the moment," He said without looking up.

"Too busy to see me?" came the voice of the girl he'd pined after since 2nd year.

James looked up suddenly, effectively spilling ink all over the parchment in front of him. "Shit. These are Remus' notes I'm borrowing!" He scrambled to clean up the mess but whatever had been written there before was unrecognizable. "Shit. Shit. Shit..." His movements became manic almost as he attempted to salvage the parchment.

Lily gently grabbed his hands to stop him. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the parchment. The ink appeared to recede back into the paper and left it looking brand new, Remus' handwriting scrawling across the page just like normal. James took a deep breath and slumped in his seat mumbling a quiet "Thank you."

Lily looked at him with a soft kindness in her eyes. "Are you sure you're okay, love?"

James shook his head and smoothed the papers before him on the desk "Yeah. Fine, thanks."

She scanned his face for a moment but said nothing more than, "Lunch hour's almost up. Let's get to Potions early, yeah?" He nodded and gathered his things.

Afternoon classes passed in agonizing hours of quills scratching and Professors lecturing. By the time dinner time rolled around, James was ready for a nap. He took extra long putting away his things and put on a bright smile before exiting the classroom to meet his friends and walk to the Great Hall.

Once they're seated he says, "So, everyone have a good day?"

Peter nodded with his mouthful and Sirius burst into an animated retelling of what James missed at lunch. James nodded along, hardly listening. He loved his friends, but everything felt so exhausting just then.

After dinner, he and Sirius trudged down to the quidditch pitch together, Sirius talking at great length about strategies for their next game. They reached the locker room and James said quickly, "I've got to change" cutting Sirius off. Sirius frowned but let him go.

Practice went as usual, though every little mistake seemed to set James off. After about 15 minutes of enduring James' harsh comments echoing around the pitch, Sirius swooped over to the taller boy to tell him off. "Oi mate, what're you doing? The team looks great, no need to be such a jerk about it."

James screwed up his face and lifted his hands to rub his face. In the absence of them on the broom handle, he wobbled dangerously and quickly held tight to the wood again. Without saying a word, James made for the ground.

Sirius looked to his teammates who were hovering in midair, watching. He shrugged and zipped towards to ground where James was now pacing back and forth ruffling his hair.

Sirius touched down and looked at his friend. He took in his nervous behavior; the constant ruffling of the hair, the pacing back and forth, the bouncing of his free hand at his side.

"Homework, and then revising and then bed... need to see friends... quidditch though... revising... ugh no that won't work..." James was mumbling to himself.

"Prongs? You okay?" Sirius asked quietly, snapping James out of his trance.

"Hm? Oh yeah, fine." He resumed his mumbling.

"You don't seem fine..."

"I said I'm fine alright! I'm fine everything's fine."

Sirius nodded uneasily. "Alright mate if you say so... Would it be better if we ended practice early?"

James nodded and left for the locker rooms. Sirius stared after him worriedly.

James made his way back to the castle alone. He'd ignored the rest of the team asking him questions as he shoved through them to go back to the common room. When he arrived, someone was sitting at his favorite table; the one with the best warmth from the fire place. They were a first year by the looks of it. Normally he wouldn't say anything, but he was having a particularly bad day.

"Excuse me, would you mind switching tables?" He knew he sounded like an ass but he seriously couldn't care less.

"I was here first," the smaller student replied.

He nodded and turned away choosing a different table. He pulled out his textbooks and notes and spread them all out before him. "Hiya Prongs!" He heard Remus call from an armchair in front of the fireplace. He didn't respond. He pulled out some plain pages of parchment and began scribbling notes down. As he reached to turn the page of his book, he knocked his inkwell over for the second time that day. "Fucks sake," he mumbled as he watched the dark ink spread over the paper.

He just sat there and stared at it. The blot grew larger as it soaked in, effectively burying any trace of his scrawled writing. A voice drew James out of his trance.

"You alright, mate?"

It was Remus. James looked up through his mess of untidy hair as tears slide silently down his cheeks. Without a word, Remus slipped into the chair next to him and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"It's going to be okay," came softly in James' ear.

"But how do you know? What if I fail all my exams... what if Lily only likes me when I'm smart and good at quidditch... what if-"

"James. You're putting so much pressure on yourself to be perfect. But I've got news for you. You're already perfect as the messy, clever, athletic James you are right now."

A small smile crossed James' face through the sadness. "Thanks, mate," He managed to croak.

Remus smiled. "I can help you revise if you'd like. But no skipping meals, and it's not a priority, okay? You could ace those exams with your eyes closed I just know it."

"Thanks, Rem."

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Jughead//...Baby One More Time

Request: Would I be able to request a reader/jughead smut where you both find out the other is sleeping in the school, maybe you happen upon each other in the showers?

Warning: Smut! ooooo

After school most people run out the doors as fast as they can. Once the bell goes, they leave as quickly as possible, a trail of dust behind them as they all race to get home. 

Not me however. Whilst everyone was running and pushing past me, trying to be the first ones out the door, I’m slowly wandering the halls, waiting for it to quiet down so I can hide in the old supply closet in peace. Not ideal, no. But for now it’s all I have. Growing up on the Southside meant you don’t have a lot to begin with, but throw in some lousy parents and missed rent payment, and you have no other choice to say goodbye trailer that you’ve grown up in, and hello to cramped, dark school supply closet. 

Things haven’t been great at home, my dad has been drinking more than usual and my mom was off doing god knows what, but me? I was coping...kinda. Doing a few shifts at the Wyrm each week and the money that my dad made when he actually did work was enough to scrape by. However school had picked up its pace, meaning revision and homework instead of wiping down bars. And dad had been more than useless, a few days later him and mom had disappeared, leaving behind a note saying they were going away for a while. Meaning I missed the rent payment (+ apparently dad hadn’t been the best at keeping up with them), so I was kicked out, and with no where else to go, Riverdale High is my new home. Yay, me... 

I mean sure, I have friends on the Southside. I have plenty of them, but they have their own problems and their trailers were small enough as it is, never mind adding one more person. 

And living in the school isn’t that bad. For a supply closet, its kinda cozy. I have a little blow up bed, a duvet and tons of shelves to put all my things on, I just have to share them with cleaning products and mouse traps. But, it’s in a part of the school thats rarely visited and I do get first dibs on the vending machines when they’re re-filled, plus I know where to hit them exactly to get free food. And because I’m staying at the school constantly, I know all the drama thats happening with the teachers. Like who’s sleeping with who and who’s stealing Mrs Thompson’s pens. 

Oh, who am I kidding. Living in a school sucks. It’s lonely, cramped and cold. Plus, just a nightmare. The only plus point? The showers. The school showers are the best I’ve ever had. They’re the highlight of my day, which to be honest, is quite sad to admit. 

Okay, 3:30. That means I have two hours to kill before the school is completely  empty and then I can shower. Library or bleachers? Library, I’ll do my homework for the week. 

“Y/n!!!!” Sweet Pea’s deep voice breaks the silence that has settled over the library, making me giggle. “What the fuck are you looking at?” He glares at two people sat at the table beside him who are staring and shaking their head at him. Both of them shake their head quickly and stare at the table. 

“I don’t mean to offend you.” I start and sit opposite him. “But what exactly are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” He asks offended. 

“Its 3:34, meaning school finished ages ago, and you’re sat in the library doing...” I trail off as I look at the work he has open in front of him. “Spiderman?” 

“I can’t afford to buy it, but sometimes the library gets the new ones in, however because I’m a Serpent, I can’t take them home.” He explains. 

“Ohhhh. Yeah that makes more sense than you actually doing homework.” 

“Yeah. Who do you think I am?” 

“Sooooo.” I start, taking out the History homework from my bag. “Where’s the rest of the gang?” 

“Ermmm.” He says absentmindedly. “Toni is with Cheryl. As always.” He rolls his eyes making me giggle. “Fangs is helping Kevin with the drama department. And Jones? I dunno where Jones is. I saw him last period but he was acting weird.” 

“Weird?” 

“Yeah. Weird.” 

“Care to expand?” 

“Not really no.” He shakes his head. “I’m trying to read.” 

“Ouch.” I placed a hand over my heart. “Don’t worry, I got the hint. I’ll shut up.” I added and he grinned at me. 

-----

“Do you wanna ride home?” Sweet Pea asks as he stands up. 

“Errr.” I stuttered. “Its fine. I have a bit more to do.” 

“You sure?” He asks again and I nod slightly, sending him a soft smile. “Watch out Y/n. Your bordering on nerd territory.” He teases and I roll my eyes. He laughed as he walked to the front desk, handing the comic to the old lady that was looking him up and down. 

“Ha. Ha.” I deadpan and he looks back, laughing softly. 

“See ya.” He mock salutes before wandering out the library, leaving me alone...again. 

5:25 finally rolled around and I dragged myself out of the library and down the dark corridor so I could hide for five minutes. Once I was sure that everyone left I grabbed my towel and wash bag and made my way to the showers in the basement. Whistling as I went. Sometimes its nice to fill the quiet, what’s not nice though, is when you hear somebody else whistling faintly. 

“Oh shit.” I whispered and gripped the towel tighter to my body. Because that’s gonna save you from a serial killer. Okay. What would any normal person do in this situation. Well, I suppose no normal person would be living inside a school, so maybe that wasn’t the best thing to ask myself. 

Right, I have three options. Go back to the supply closet I call home and hope to god that whoever this person or thing is, doesn’t need any cleaning supplies in the near future. Run far away from the school and sleep in the park until they go away. Or be brave and maybe a little stupid and face this school demon, head on. Maybe it was the fact that I had been living in the school for a few days, making me slightly delirious. Or maybe it was because I’d witnessed Sweet Pea reading for what felt like the first time in forever, but apparently I’m feeling brave, so toothbrush gripped tightly in one hand, and razor in the other, towel over the shoulder and wash bag tucked under my arm, I decide to investigate...very slowly. Until I figure out if whatever this things is, is a threat or not. 

“Wait.” That tune is familiar. The whistling has turned into soft singing. “Is that Britney?” I ask myself, relaxing as I stop in the middle of the corridor. What kind of ghost/demon/killer sings Britney Spears while they’re showering in school?

Whoever is in the shower is not threatening, however this could all be one big ploy to brutally murder me. I grip the toothbrush tighter and slowly make my way forward, until I’m stood right in front of the shower curtain. Whoever this person is, is really getting into the chorus of ...Baby One More Time, making a smile replace the frown on my face. Okay, deep breath Y/n. You can do this. And if this is how you die, at least they’ll be a good soundtrack to go out with. Pulling the curtain back, I make eye contact with a very familiar Serpent and the two of us stand screaming for a few seconds. 

“Jughead!?” I shout, my hand gripping the shower curtain tightly. The razor and wash bag have long been forgotten, failing to the floor as I opened the curtain, but the toothbrush is still gripped hard in my hand and I can’t help but think how unthreatening I would look if this was a serial killer and not just a fellow serpent.

“What the fuck!!!” He screams and squeezes the soap he was using as a microphone. 

“Ahhhh. Holy shit! Cover yourself up.” I stutter and start to back up, my hands covering my eyes. 

“Cover up?” He asks. “I’m in the shower!” He adds and grabs the shower curtain, hastily covering himself. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, finally recovering from the shock. However I can’t help but bite my lip and the sight that was just before me. Jughead Jones in all of his glory. I mean, it’s not so bad. 

“What am I doing here?” He asks sarcastically and I nod my head. “I’m having a fucking wedding, what does it look like.” He shouts, now more angry than anything else and I flinch at the tone. 

“Sorry.” I mumble, hastily picking my stuff up from the floor and turning around. “Forget you saw me here, and I’ll forget I saw you. And I’m really sorry.” I ramble, my cheeks heating up. I make it a few steps forward before a wet hand is on my wrist pulling me back. I turn around, finding myself face to face with Jughead. My eyes trail down and my eyebrow quirks up. “I think you forgot something.” I whisper in his ear and he looks at me confused before looking down and blushing profusely. 

“Can you pass me my towel please?” He asks quietly and I nod, an amused smile taking over my features. I pass him the towel that was hanging on a stall beside me and he hastily wraps himself up. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes and you shrug.

“It’s fine.” 

“It’s not. I shouldn’t have snapped. I just got a...fright. I thought I was in some sort of re-enactment of Psycho.” 

“I thought I was in a re-enactment of every teen horror film ever while I walked down the corridor.” I admit and the two of us laughed softly. “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you doing here?”

“Family troubles. Me and my dad have been arguing recently so I decided to get away, give him some space.” He shrugs, a sad expression taking over his face. I frown sympathetically at him and place a hand on the top of his arm, giving it a soft squeeze.

“How long you been staying here?” 

“A few weeks. I’ll probably go back soon.” 

“Why didn’t you just stay with some friends. You have plenty?” I ask and he looks around the room shyly. 

“I, err. I didn’t want to bother any of them.” He admits. 

“Ah...I get that.” I nod and the two of us look around awkwardly. “Well, erm. I’ll let you get back to your shower. You still had suds in your hair and you need to finish the rest of your song.” I excuse myself and start to walk backwards. “I must say Jones, I didn’t have you down as a Britney fan.” I tease and he rolls his eyes. 

“Wait!” He calls and I stop. 

“Yeah?” 

“Why are you here?” He asks and its now my turn to look away. The floor looks really appealing right now, so much so that I think I may be burning a hole into the tile. However, the intensity of Jughead’s stare is burning a hole in my head and I can’t take it for much longer. I suppose he told me why he’s here, I may as well give him the same. 

“My mom and dad went...away...for a while.” I start, trying to piece together the right words. Its so much harder to say out loud, to another actual human being and the tears in my eyes are threatening to fall. However, I’m not gonna cry in front of a half naked Jughead Jones while the two of us stand in the schools bathroom. At least not today. “Schools been kicking my ass so I had to stop working at the Wyrm and well, I ended up missing the rent. So now I’m here. Home sweet home.” I try to play it off and it’s my turn for the sympathetic look, which for the record, is absolutely no help at all. 

“Y/n...” He starts, his eyes softening as he looks at me out of pity. “I’m so so-” 

“It’s fine.” I cut him off. 

“Do you know when they’ll be back?” 

“Who?” I ask, I’m only half listening now, there’s a lot of things going on in my mind right now, but the main thing is that Jughead is stood half naked in front of me. And I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about this. I mean, maybe not in this context and he is totally fully naked, but, I mean its practically the same thing. 

“Your parents.” 

“Oh, I dunno. Probably soon. But until then it’s Riverdale High all the way!” I fake cheer and he laughs. 

“Yep.” He agrees and raises his fist slightly. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” 

“I didn’t want to bother anyone.” I shrug. 

“Ah.” 

“Yeahhh.” I trail off and we look at each other. His eyes look so pretty in this light. And his hair is all floppy and curly an-

“Did you hear that?” He asks, panic evident in his voice and eyes. 

“What?” I ask, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me into the shower cubicle. 

“Jones! Ask a lady firs-” 

“Shhh.” He places a hand over my mouth and my eyes widen in surprise. His arm is around my waist pulling me tightly against him and the dampness from his chest in making my t-shirt kinda wet. However my thoughts are quickly interrupted when the door to the bathroom opens and the two of us share a look. 

“What the hell?” A man’s voice asks confused and I squeeze my eyes shut. If we’re caught like this, we’re dead for so many reasons. The two of us listen closely as the man picks up the things I dropped on the floor. He looks around, well I assume he does. He could be doing anything for all I know. And then he walks out, closing the door behind him and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The two of us stay in the position for a few minutes longer before I look between the two of us and pull apart (as much as I didn’t want to). 

“Dammit.” I mutter as I open the shower curtain. “He stole my things. The only thing I have is my toothbrush.” Jughead laughs softly behind me and I turn to glare at him playfully. “And that was my good razor too...and towel!” 

“You can always share mine.” Jughead suggests and I eye him suspiciously. 

“What exactly are you proposing Jones?” 

“That you can share my soap and shower gel...and shower.” He winks at the end making me snort, before blushing profusely. “You’re cute.” He laughs and I roll my eyes. “Are you coming?” He asks and holds the shower curtain open. 

“Hopefully.” I reply, sending him a smirk and making my way back towards him and the shower. He turns it on and takes his towel off as I quickly undress. And soon the two of us are stood in front of each other, the hot water running over us as he looks at me with lust filled eyes. “Well, this is not how I imagined today ending.” 

“Are you complaining?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Absolutely not.” I shake my head and his lips are on mine in an instant. He pushes me backwards, his hands gripping my waist as my back hits the cold shower wall and I shiver against him. He pulls me closer to him, making me whimper at the feeling of pushing against me. My hands trail down his chest, while his fingers tangle in my hair and pulls softly. I stop just above where he needs me most and he pulls harder making me moan. The sound seems to travel straight to his dick as his semi, hardens against my thigh. My hand finds it and slowly starts to pump him up and down making him groan in my mouth. 

“Fuck.” He moans softly, the wetness between my legs builds up and I smirk and move quicker. He pulls away and I pout, however he soon makes up for it, one hand plays with my nipples while the other travels down my stomach and stops just above my clit. 

“Please.” I whimper and he gives me a lopsided grin before he starts to rub me, a finger dipping into my core making me buck my hips. He pulls out and away as quickly as he was in me and I whine, a pout taking over my features. 

“Jump, pretty girl.” He whispers in my ear and I waste no time in obeying. Jumping and wrapping my legs around his hips while his arms hold the back of my thighs, pushing me against the shower wall again. He pulls away just a little in order to line himself up with my core, and then presses a kiss against my lips as he slides in slowly. We both moan at the feeling and his head leans against mine as he starts to move, slowly at first but the pace soon quickens until my back is hitting off the wall and his hands are gripping at my things, both hard enough to leave marks. “You feel so good around me.” He manages to make out between heavy breaths. 

“Fuckkkk.” I moan loudly and he looks at me with an unreadable expression. 

“So good baby girl.” He adds breathily. 

“Faster.” I manage to pant out and he thrusts his hips harder and faster, one of the hands gripping the back of my thighs travels to my clit and he rubs hard figure-eights on it, making me scream. The sound of skin against skin mixes with both our moans and they echo against the tiles, which turns me on more. 

“You close baby girl?” He asks, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth and I nod before smashing my lips against his. 

“You’re so hot.” I pant and he giggles against my lips. 

“Thats you baby.” His movements gradually increase before I moan loudly and scratch my nails down his back, my walls clenching around him as I cum. He follows quickly and drops my legs gently. I shake a little and use his shoulders to keep myself steady. The two of us catch our breath, the hot water running over us, and the only sound in the bathroom being the two of them mixed together. I can’t help but smile up at Jughead, who is already smiling back at me. We catch our breaths and actually start washing. 

“Ya know.” I start and he looks at me intrigued. “Maybe living in school won’t be that bad.” I shrug and he laughs. 

“Maybe not, no.” He agrees. “However if I knew this would happen I would have moved in ages ago.” 

“I didn’t live here ages ago.” I remind him and he rolls his eyes as he pushes his head underwater. 

“Yeah, I know.” He replies sarcastically and I stick my tongue out at him. 

“Quit hogging the water.” I push him softly and he laughs. 

“I’m not.” He defends and I raise an eyebrow at him. He laughs louder before moving out the way. “Here, let me.” He says, picking the shower gel up from the bathroom floor. 

“Thanks.” I blush as he pours some on his hands before rubbing it into my scalp. 

“Y/n?” He asks and I hum in acknowledgment. “When I move back in with my dad...if your parents aren’t back, you’re welcome to stay with me.” 

“Thanks Juggy.” I reply sincerely and the two of us blush at the nickname. “However, I don’t know if I’m gonna get used to you singing Britney. Don’t get me wrong, I love Britney, she’s an icon. But you butchered her.” I tease and he pulls my hair playfully, however it has the opposite effect that he wanted, and I end up moaning softly. “Hey!” I turn around and glare at him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” 

“Who says I can’t finish it?” 

[sad-sad-times]

Personal rant about school, well, less rant and more just stories...aka, I treat tumblr like a diary

It's really odd because I'll stress about school or whatever and my parents will tell me it'll be fine because I've always been a hard worker and a good student and like....I've never worked hard towards anything academically. I always did homework and coursework at the last minute, I never revised for anything more than an hour before the exams, there's probably a ton of work I've missed, I got average grades at GCSE, teachers only tell my parents that I'm a good student and a pleasure to have in class because I'm mostly fairly quiet, I'm polite, I talk to the teachers nicely and I get on with people, in no way am I a 'good student'. I just talk my way out of detentions and didn't get in that much trouble. But the issue with all this was no one knew how bad I was struggling, my anxiety was through the roof every day, I had month long headaches and digestion problems, I couldn't concentrate on anything, when it came to results day I was genuinely terrified that I would fail maths, I'd been self harming all throughout high school and had attempted suicide twice, my Spanish class was making me so anxious that on the day of my mock speaking exam I had a panic attack in the school library, and when it got rescheduled the school councilor took me out of class an hour early so that I wouldn't run off again, she actually escorted me to the exam room because I was that much of a flight risk. The point is I never fully applied myself because I was always scared of failing, and if you don't feel passionate or driven towards anything then you can't be too disappointed when you fail, but I didn't fail at anything which only led me to not try hard at A Level because I just assumed I would pass everything. I missed probably half of my English language classes in my first year at college because I just wasn't bothered, and then the classes started getting harder, a got decent grades mostly Bs and a few As and Cs, so then in second year I actually had to work hard but because I'd never applied myself to anything it was really difficult to become a good student. My second year at college, in regards to my other subjects, was much easier, I was getting straight As and A*s and I was doing well because I found it easy, but I was still struggling with English language. The issue being one of my English Lang teachers, whenever I would ask her how to boost my grades and tell her that I'm worried I might not get a high grade, she would tell me to stop worrying, telling me I was smart and that I would do fine. But I wasn't smart, i skipped a shit tone of her lessons, and I felt like I was a year behind everyone else. Results day is next week, and if I don't get the grades I need I don't know what I'm going to do, instead of bring assessed on exams like usual, we're getting teacher assessed grades, which comes down to how good your work has been over the two years.....so I'm terrified.

[sweetfogarty]

Three’s Company (Sweet Pea x Reader; Fangs Fogarty x Reader)

Summary: Sweet Pea has always enjoyed being watched when he gets intimate, but lately he's been wondering what it would be like to do the watching, and so, in the depths of the university library, he watches you have sex with Fangs Fogarty.

Word count: 5.1K+

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+ only.

Author’s note: This was written for @riverdale-events‘ Kink Week 2019, under Theme Three (Across the Universe (of Paraphilias)). Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The university library was quiet and cold, the stark overhead lights enough to give anyone a headache, let alone if they were hours deep in Shakespeare exam revision like you were. Your head was pounding, and as you looked longingly at your three empty coffee cups that adorned the table you were working at with Fangs, you realised the caffeine probably hadn’t helped your throbbing head.

It was late December, and with most students having left to return home for Christmas, you felt like one of the only students still slogging it out ready for your exams when you returned to your studies after the new year rolled in, and you were grateful that Sweet Pea and Fangs had agreed to stay for the extra few days before taking the long drive back to Riverdale with you.

You glanced across the table and caught Fangs’ eyes- he looked just as miserable as you did as he sat with his head against the headrest of his seat, staring at the ceiling. It was getting close to 11pm, and you’d been here since the late morning, telling yourselves that if you worked that bit harder, you could take more time off over Christmas and not feel guilty.

Fangs wasn’t himself after a long day at the library; he had faint dark circles under his eyes and his hair wasn’t styled in its usual quiff, but instead it sat messily across his forehead from running his hand through it in frustration.

You eyed Fangs carefully for a few more moments before slouching back into your seat with a loud sigh.

“You giving up too?” He asked from across the table, tearing his attention away from the ceiling towards your dishevelled form. You nodded reluctantly, pursing your lips together in response, shifting in your seat so that you could lean forward against the table on your elbows. Usually you’d be the two pushing each other to carry on, but right now both of you had resigned yourself to being done for the night. “Good, because I feel like an earthworm and there’s only so much longer I can spend looking at your ugly ass and this textbook before I go certifiably insane.”

You laughed from your chest, flicking your middle finger up at Fangs with a grin. “You wanna know something?” You asked, not caring whether your study partner would say yes or no, having the full intention of telling him anyway. “Firstly, you’re a dickhead. Secondly, this system is complete bullshit. We sit in classes for hours and spend even longer doing homework and making stupid notes on why Juliet is the sun, amongst other shit, for there to be literally no guarantee of a job. To be honest, I played myself, because they say that university ‘opens doors’, but the only damn doors I’m knocking at are all locked.”

Fangs looked at you profoundly, a smile playing at the ends of his lips as you groaned and slumped further against the table. “You need to get laid,” he mused, tidying up his notes and closing his textbook. “Speaking of getting laid, where’s Sweet Pea? Has he decided to ditch us already in search of a better life outside of the library?”

“He’s slacking, clearly,” you laughed with a shrug. “But he did text me half an hour ago saying he was on his way.”

“30 minutes ago?” Fangs asked confusedly, his voice booming in the silence that you’d been sat in. “You can literally see the library from your house, is he lost? Maybe all this studying has killed the last of his brain cells.”

“No, I’m not lost, you asshole,” Sweet Pea replied, appearing between the stacks of books with three coffee cups balanced precariously in his hands. “But maybe I’ll keep your coffee for myself now- I need it to replenish all these brain cells I’ve lost listening to your dumbassery.”

“I take it all back,” Fangs grinned, reaching out for his coffee which Sweet Pea pulled just out of his grasp. “Your brain is not completely dead, and there may be some hope left for you. Now, give me my coffee.”

Sweet Pea ducked, placing soft kiss to your forehead before handing you a warm take-away coffee cup. “A hot chocolate for you, because you clearly don’t need any more caffeine, angel,” he nodded towards the ornamental coffee cups with a playful smile. “And Fangs, you’re lucky that this coffee isn’t a gesture of good will, but is in fact a bribe, because I need help with my Macbeth essay.”

Fangs grabbed his coffee, taking a sip and exhaling a satisfied sigh at the taste. Sweet Pea had gone to the good coffee shop a few blocks in the opposite direction from campus, which explained why he was late.

“As much as I’d love to help as a thank you for this, I’ve mentally checked out for the night. I will help you tomorrow though,” Fangs smiled, clutching his coffee a little tighter. “But for now, I don’t want to hear any more talk about education, it’s making my brain ache even more and I want to enjoy this beautiful drink without being reminded of the guilt I’m ignoring about not studying right now.”

“You know, I might just drop out and sell pictures of my feet online,” you mused, sipping from your hot chocolate which was still impressively warm considering the distance Sweet Pea had travelled with it. “Or I’ll start a career on Porn Hub. Porn must be easier than this, and at least I’d have an actual job.”

Fangs snorted into his coffee, whilst Sweet Pea cocked an eyebrow, eyeing you over the brim of his cup with a dark look you knew all too well. “If you ever, and I mean ever, need someone to star in your videos as ‘young stud with a girthy cock’, I’m your man.”

Fangs’ widened eyes flicked between the two of you with a look of concern clearly adorning his face. “That was genuinely the worst thing you’ve ever said, Sweet Pea, I think you’ve put me off my coffee,” he groaned, setting his empty cup down on the table, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest dramatically. “Can you two just go home and bone already? I don’t know if I can do another session in the library tomorrow with this unresolved sexual tension distracting me from the heights of Shakespeare.”

Sweet Pea looked between the pair of you sat at the table. You were doodling in the back of your notebook with your coloured pens that you’d been using to make notes with earlier, and Fangs had regained his original position looking at the ceiling, pondering whether the library life was worth living anymore. The longer he stared, the more his idea seemed plausible and reasonable. Long nights in this dusty, quiet corner of the library surrounded by shelves of books, had zapped the life out of you both, and he wanted his best friends back on their top form for the Christmas festivities that were bound to take place back in Riverdale.

Once, during a game of drunken truth or dare, right at the beginning of your relationship with Sweet Pea during the dating stage, you’d admitted that you’d fantasied about what it would be like to be with Fangs, and Sweet Pea knew Fangs thought you were attractive, so the perfect storm was brewing.

Sweet Pea had always enjoyed the thrill of being watched during sex- you’d found that out when he asked you if you’d be willing to let him fuck you in the window of your dorm room during your first year of college. You’d been hesitant at first, but after some thought you’d agreed. That night was one of the most electric nights you’d ever had, and that night you saw a different side to him that you’d craved ever since.

It was a few weeks later, after some drinks at the Wyrm during the Easter break, that he’d suggested the idea of him watching you with someone else. The idea had come to Sweet Pea one night, and he hadn’t been able to shake it since. You’d been intrigued by the idea of your big brute of a boyfriend stepping aside to let you experiment with someone else for both of yours’ pleasure, considering he was protective at the best of times, and a little jealous at the worst, and so you agreed with little hesitation. If he wanted it as much as you did, you were willing to oblige.

It was now, in the depths of the top story of the library at the quietest time of year, that he saw an opportunity arising.

The library had become even quieter than it was when he’d arrived with the coffees and hot chocolate- nearly all the students were at home with their families and the staff were at the front desk, five floors down, moping about how they were still working so close to Christmas in this godforsaken place. The chances of you getting caught were slim, but the thrill made him want it even more.

It was now or never; an opportunity as golden as this would never arise again, and Sweet Pea hoped that you two were feeling wild enough, in your library haze, to agree.

“Guys,” he swallowed, pausing momentarily as he waited for your attention. “You both need a study break, right? I’ve got an idea, but you both have to trust me on this.”

“I trust you.” You smiled, putting the caps back on your pens as you sat up a little in your chair, interested at what was going through Sweet Pea’s head.

“I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you, you fat lard, but I can feel myself getting closer to death with every second I spend in this chair, so I’ll bite,” Fangs shrugged, knitting his hands in his lap, though both of the knew that he trusted Sweet Pea with his life.

Sweet Pea laughed dryly as he took your hand and squeezed it gently. He was nervous to even present the idea to the two of you, and even more nervous to hear your reactions to it, but he knew he had to be confident to get you to agree. After finally steeling his resolve, he stood and made his way towards the corner of the library that held the old Law Reports from the 1800s. It was a corner that was not only notoriously quiet, but it was also out of the view of the CCTV cameras that were dotted across the ceiling, making timed rotations to ensure that students weren’t doing the exact thing Sweet Pea was about to propose.

“Why are we going over there?” Fangs asked loudly, causing Sweet Pea to whip his head around and shh him with a glare. “All this dust is going to send me into an asthma attack, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s asbestos over here ready to give me lung disease.”

The library lights weren’t as bright over in the farthest corner of the library, blocked out by the ceiling high bookshelves, the majority of the light came in through the windows from the streetlights a few floors below. The yellowish hue made the boys’ skin look like caramel, but also highlighted the dust and cobwebs that covered the untouched, cloth bound books.

“He has a point, Sweet Pea,” you whispered as you came to a halt in a corner you were unfamiliar with, dragging your finger across a shelf before blowing the dust off the tip. “What are we doing over here? I thought you were giving us a study break, not a tour of the library.”

Sweet Pea paused, shoving his hands in his pockets as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Do you remember what we talked about over Easter?” He asked, placing a hand on your hip as he waited for a response. When you stared at him blankly, he sighed before continuing. “I said I wanted to watch.”

A grin spread across Sweet Pea’s face as you realised what he was referencing, and you almost choked on your words trying to comprehend his offer. “You want to watch, now? Here?” You asked. “With who? Fangs?”

“Wait, what are we doing right now with Fangs?” the shorter Serpent asked, looking between the two of you, his eyebrows furrowing. “What are you watching? What’s happening here? Why are we speaking in code?”

“Fangs be quiet for a second, please,” you told him. He held up his hands and turned his attention to Volume One of the 1876 American Law Reports, busying himself whilst you tried to work out what was going through Sweet Pea’s mind. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious,” Sweet Pea nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen into your face. “There’s never going to be another opportunity like this, we both know it, doll. Do you still want to try?”

“Well, yeah,” you nodded enthusiastically, peeking over Sweet Pea’s shoulder at Fangs who was surprisingly engrossed in an ancient looking book. “But only if you’re okay with it.”

Fangs snapped his book shut, sliding it back into the lonely alcove before brushing his hands off, sending dust into the air around him. “If you’re okay with what, Sweet Pea?”

“You fucking my girlfriend.”

Fangs swallowed, blinking dazedly and fiddling nervously with the rings on his fingers as he rocked back and forth on his feet, wishing he’d never asked. “I don’t want to sleep with you,” he started, turning his attention to you, but fumbling over his words when he saw a slightly offended expression take over your usually kind face. “I mean I do. I mean… oh god I don’t know what I mean.” He ran his hands through hair, chewing on his lip awkwardly. Once he finally noticed the two of you grinning at him with a glint in your eyes that was anything but innocent, his heart stopped hammering as fast and he dropped his hands to his sides, a warmth spreading across his skin. “You’re gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but you’re Sweet Pea’s girlfriend and I’m not gonna do him dirty like that. I may be a snake by name, but not by nature.”

“But it’s not doing him dirty because we bothwant it,” you smiled, placing a hand on Sweet Pea’s chest as he snaked one around your waist, squeezing you tightly into his side. You gave Fangs an encouraging smile, softening your gaze to something more sultry. “Please Fangs, just say yes. For me?”

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Fogarty, we both know I’m not a sharer, so this is it. She wants you, you definitely want her too, and I’m playing nice- it’s a no brainer.”

Fangs studied you two for a moment, arm in arm, staring at him with a hopeful look in your eyes, as he tried to make sure that you weren’t playing some kind of elaborate prank on him, before he sucked up his confidence and answered you.

“Okay, okay, I’m in.”

A wide grin wove over Sweet Pea’s features as he detangled his arm from your form, turning you to face him in the process. He ducked his head down, kissing you softly with a hand on your cheek. “Keep it quiet- we don’t want anyone up here knowing what’s going on and ratting on us to security. I want this to last,” he reminded you with a hungry smile, gently pushing you towards Fangs with a slap to the ass. He settled a few feet away, leaning against the windowsill with his back and elbows, legs crossed lazily beneath him.

You knew Fangs wouldn’t make the first move, out of respect for Sweet Pea and their friendship, as well as his friendship with you, and so slowly you approached him. Something was different now; the air was thicker, hotter and full of an unspoken tension. After a few steps, you were face to face with the boy you knew so well, and he looked divine. “Can I touch you?”

Fangs nodded, a softened but excited look adorning his face. “Please.”

Goosebumps prickled up your arms as you snaked them around his neck, your fingers tangling into his hair like second nature. You knew there was a chance of you being caught, despite the fact that the library looked like a ghost town and that you were buried deep in the shelves, and the thrill sent a warmth between your legs. Despite the danger you wanted to savour the first few moments of this new experience and so your touches were soft and gentle, as if it was forbidden.

“You can touch me too,” you smiled, scratching his head in a spot that made him purr. “I’d like it if you did.”

Fangs threw a glance towards Sweet Pea, an unspoken look exchanged between them before he carefully settled his hands on your hips, squeezing them and pulling you closer to him. You let out a content sigh, pushing yourself against him as he dipped his head, stopping when there was a hair’s breadth between your lips.

You took a few moments to simply look at each other as his breath fanned across your face and he tried his hardest to hold back before he knew he wouldn’t be able to anymore. His honey-eyed look of adoration made the pit of your stomach stir, but the longer he stared, the darker his gaze got, and finally the stir in your stomach turned into a growing warmth between your legs.

He traced your jaw gently from your ear to your chin with the tips of his fingers, following the curve of your bottom lip with his thumb. With a fervency that almost knocked the air out of your lungs, he kissed you, clutching at your cheek with one hand whilst the other snaked around your lower back, hand creeping under your top and stilling, splay against the warm skin. Your back arched with the curve of his hand, feeling a warmth bubbling within you as you stood, your frame flush against Fangs’ muscular form.

Sweet Pea watched carefully as the kiss took place, noticing how your fingers tugged at Fangs’ hair and how he melted against you as you did so. He shifted against the windowsill, trying to get a better look as your chests pressed together and your hands dropped from Fangs’ hair, to his neck and shoulders. You let out a whimper as his hands moved to your ass, skimming all the curves of your body down on the way and squeezing it through your skirt. Sweet Pea grinned in response, his bottom lip coming between his teeth as he adjusted himself in his jeans, pleased that Fangs was finally getting into his stride.

“Touch me more,” you mumbled against the column of Fangs’ throat as you pulled away to catch your breath. “I want you to touch me.”

“Touch her,” Sweet Pea interjected from where he was stood with an eyebrow raised. “We’re in public, so we’re on borrowed time.”

With that in mind, Fangs found some determination to take control of the situation. He dipped his hand downwards and beneath your skirt, pushing the material of your lavender coloured panties aside to rub your clit with the tip of his pointer finger. The grin on Sweet Pea’s face widened as your knees buckled beneath you and you clung to Fangs’ shoulders to hold yourself upright.

“Holy shit,” you moaned quietly, letting your head fall back and your mouth hang open. Fangs’ lips attached to the newly exposed skin, leaving wet kisses along your throat. You felt him smile against your skin as he elicited another whine from you, the high-pitched noise coming out louder than any of the other noises you’d made before.

Fangs’ hand came across your mouth as he kissed up your throat, leaving purpling marks as he did so. Fangs sucked forcefully on your pulse point and nipped at the skin above the vein, making you buck against him involuntarily as you writhed in his grasp. Your arms erupted in goose bumps and your toes curled inside your shoes, another whimper finding its way out of you, but this time caught by Fangs’ hand across your mouth. “Be quiet, princess,” he told you as he nipped at your ear. “Or this whole thing is over, and I’ll leave you wondering what I could have done to you.”

You nodded keenly and pushed yourself into his fingertips on your clit, your own hands reaching down to fumble with his belt and jeans.

Sweet Pea stepped a little closer as Fangs pressed you up against the windowsill, fisting your skirt into a bunch up around your hips, his lips reconnecting with yours in a bruising kiss. You dragged your fingers down Fangs’ arms, following the curve of his biceps, your gaze dropping downwards when he removed his fingers from your clit. Your eyes scrunched tightly shut as he slipped two fingers into your opening, his thumb replacing where his finger was before, rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Take your shirt off,” he murmured against your lips with a commanding tone in his voice, pausing for a brief moment with a grin twisting at his lips when he saw your eyes widen. “Or are you too scared we’ll get caught?”

You shot him a defiant look, glancing over at Sweet Pea who was watching you with a look that was filled with mirth and an interest to see whether you would comply with Fangs’ challenge.

You shot him a wink before you pulled your top off, revealing a lacy lavender bra that matched your panties. You pushed up onto your toes, bringing the swell of your chest up towards Fangs’ face, a playful look in your eyes as your hands cupped your breasts.

“Like what you see?” You asked, with a purposeful lust in your voice, lips pouty and eyes innocent.

Fangs hummed in agreement, using his free hand to pull the straps off your shoulders and the cups down. He ducked his head downwards, taking a nipple in his mouth as he sucked, his tongue rolling across it and his teeth gently biting at the sensitive bud. Fangs looked up at you through his thick, black eyelashes, curling his fingers inside of you, a dirty look engulfing his face as you let out a strangled whine and a blush flushed across your chest and neck, settling onto your cheeks.

“Fuck, Fangs,” you moaned through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to stay quiet as your fingers threaded through his hair, brushing the stands that had fallen into his face away. “Take your trousers off, please.”

With his free hand, he pushed down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his cock, you hand immediately running down his chest and taking it into your grasp, rolling your thumb over the tip, eliciting a hiss from him. Slowly, you began to stoke him, watching as his face contorted into something filled with ecstasy and he groaned against your chest, sending a bolt of electricity straight to where his fingers were fucking you.

He pulled his lips away from your breast with a lewd pop, standing back up to full height, thrusting into your hands, frustrated at how agonisingly slowly you were stroking him. Fangs’ forehead dropped against your shoulder as he pressed butterfly kisses to your collarbones, whispering profanities against the rosy skin. Between his hand working between your legs and the kisses against your sensitive skin, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach with both ends of the rope being pulled, ready for it to come loose all at once.

“Fangs,” you whispered breathlessly into his ear, causing him to shudder. “Pull your trousers down some more, or are you too scared we’ll get caught?”

Fangs’ head snapped up, his gaze meeting yours, a challenging look weaving its way across your face as your head dropped to the side, waiting for his next move. “Touché, your wish is my command, angel.”

You whined at the loss of contact as Fangs removed his hands to pull his trousers and boxers down further, clenching your thighs together to try to emulate the sensation, but it was nothing compared to the magic that had been coming from his fingers.

Confusedly, Fangs’ attention was drawn away from you as he felt a tap on his arm, looking around to see Sweet Pea holding out a neat foil packet. He nodded in thanks, shooting his best friend a smile as he rolled the packet between his fingers.

Sweet Pea stepped back, nodding back at Fangs in response, returning to his spot at the windowsill a few panes up from the window you were at. His demeanour was relaxed as he leaned against the wood of the window frame, his tongue caught between his teeth in anticipation of what was to come.

Fangs didn’t want to rush the moment, and had you been in private he would have done all sorts of nasty things to you that he knew would make you weak at the knees, but he was acutely aware that you were in public and that with every second that passed, the more likely it was that security would sweep the floor and discover the two of you wrapped up in each other with Sweet Pea watching, so, as you pressed butterfly kisses to the column of his throat, he rolled the latex condom down the length of his cock that was thick with lust.

As Fangs guided his cock between your legs, you met Sweet Pea’s gaze over his shoulders, both of your eyes pooling with lust. His bottom lip was sore and swollen from biting it as he watched you, and you could clearly see the bulge in his trousers, pushing against the jeans and tenting the material. He was clearly aching to be touched, and you knew that after this was over with Fangs, your night would continue with Sweet Pea. The smirk on his lips confirmed your thoughts and you moaned into Fangs’ shoulder at the thought of it, your hands weaving around his wide back, ready for what was to come.

“Fuck me Fangs,” you whispered, your breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “I know you’ve thought about what it would be like, so fuck me.”

A groan rumbled from the deepest part of Fangs’ chest in response. You were right- he’d thought about it late at night before, wondering what it would be like to find himself between your thighs, to hear his name rolling off your lips like silk, and now it was finally a reality. He knew he shouldn’t think about it, but there was something so enticing about you. You were the forbidden fruit, and he wanted a taste so badly.

With his cock at your entrance, he slowly sunk in, wanting to remember what that moment felt like forever, but his thoughts quickly vanished into nothing and he could only focus on how tight and warm you felt around him. He stilled for a few moments, breathing deeply as he attempted to control himself from ravaging you there and then, before beginning to thrust at a controlled pace.

His hand dipped downwards, fingertips working small, neat circles on your clit quickly as he thrusted, watching your face become a picture of bliss. With one hand on his back and the other splay against the glass, you pulled him against you tightly, wrapping a leg up and around his waist to steady yourself and let him get closer. You wanted to feel as much as of him as you could, in case you never got the chance to again.

Fangs’ free hand came around your throat, squeezing a perfect amount of pressure, thumb and fingertip curving upwards to press into the pressure point just behind your ears, dizzying you in way that made every movement he was making feel so much more intense, the sensation electrifying every nerve in your body.

Fangs’ thrusts began to pick up speed as he felt himself grow needy, chasing a release, his muscles tensing beneath your hands every time he thrusted into you, each one becoming more bruising and intense than the last.

The exhilaration of getting caught by security or being seen through the window along with Fangs’ movements overwhelmed your senses, and you could feel yourself come undone as you met Sweet Pea’s gaze over Fangs’ shoulder through your hooded eyes, your nails leaving crescent moons in Fangs’ caramel silk skin and your knees buckling beneath you.

You kept your eyes locked onto him as you came, and he cursed under his breath, running one hand through his hair whilst adjusting his jeans with the other, the material feeling increasingly tight as he cock grew thicker with every second that he had to watch. In that moment, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to come over and intervene, wanting to have his way with you too, but he remained leaning against the windowsill, waiting for Fangs to finish before he approached.

It didn’t take long before Fangs joined you in ecstasy, his chest heaving, and hair matted against his forehead which glistened with afterglow.

After a few moments, Fangs pulled out, knotting the condom before pulling up his trousers and handing you your top. It was quiet between the three of you, and before he could step away, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips as a thank you.

Sweet Pea’s approach had been almost silent and unnoticed by the pair of you. He placed a hand on Fangs’ shoulder, shaking him in a brotherly manner with a smile twisting at his tips, before pulling you in for a heated kiss which left you feeling breathless.

“I really fucking liked it,” he mumbled against you lips, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his bulge. “That was unbelievable, holy shit.” Sweet Pea let out a rumble of a groan as you squeezed his bulge, his eyes darkening and his gaze becoming something dangerous. “If you’re finished studying for the night, we can go back to my place. My roommate won’t mind, hell, after that, he might even join in.”

Fangs’ head snapped up at the inference, his cheeks flushed and skin looking like honeyed in the light. “Fuck yeah he won’t mind.”

[watchmegetobsessed]

Enchanted - Adam Sackler (pt. 3)

OMG it feels like it took me forever to write this part and im so sorry for that but i’ve been so busy with school and just life in general, i barely get time at the end of the day to even start my computer and do anything. but i finally finished this part and im so excited for the story to continue!! as always, feedback is welcomed!

ps: im so exhausted, i didn’t have time to revise it so it probably has a bunch of mistakes, pls forgive me!

series summary: You are casted as Giselle in the Broadway adaptation of Enchanted with Adam as Robert.

word count: 3.9k

Part 1 - Part 2

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Chapter title: Princess

First rehearsal on the stage is thrilling for you, because even without an audience, the place has a special energy that hits you right at the moment you walk out. There’s no real set just yet, only a few props to signal where things will be placed once the designers are done.

Today’s walkover is about the date scene with Clyde aka prince Edward and you are excited to put your dancing shoes aside for just a little while, even though you know once this rehearsal is over you’ll have one with Matt and Adam for the ball scene, your absolute favorite. Trevor explains how he envisioned the scene to go, with the moving and changing set to make the audience feel like the two of you are walking through the city.

Working with Clyde has been the easiest so far. He is a genuinely nice and caring person, who obviously tries to put one hundred percent into everything he does, making it a real pleasure to work together with him. He definitely has the looks to play a prince, tall, tanned with a charming smile and luscious curls that bounce with every movement he makes with his head. You keep thinking about how he is basically what you would say to be your type, inside and out and you are actually surprised you haven’t fallen for him the moment his hand touched your waist. You like to think you’ve grown enough to contain your emotions.

“Have you had any costume fitting?” he asks as the two of you stand on the stage, scripts in hands while Trevor is discussing something with his assistant.

“No, but Misha has sent me a few previews. Have you?”

“Yeah, I had one yesterday. Can’t wait to step on stage in tights,” he grins making you chuckle.

“There’s no prince without tights.”

“Definitely,” he nods. “Anyway, your vocals are extremely on point.”

“How do you know?” you ask narrowing your eyes at him. You haven’t had any vocal lessons together, just solo ones.

“Cynthia showed me a recording last time, I was trying to learn the harmonizing and it helped to hear you too.”

“Oh,” you nod. “Well thank you, I’m sure you sing just as well too.”

“I’m trying, but no doubt you’ll be the star,” he smirks and you feel a blush warming your cheeks.

Rehearsing with Clyde feels like when you and Lora used to hang out in high school, just goofing around while trying to get your homework done. It’s productive, because you do what you are supposed to do, but you also keep making each other laugh with the constant joking and messing around.

After rehearsals you decide to check out the canteen for a late lunch together and it’s a suitable choice since your dance rehearsal with Adam starts in an hour so you have to stay around to be there in time.

“You can’t be serious,” you gasp, watching him dip his pickle into mayo.

“It’s a delicacy,” he chuckles before taking a bite and you actually feel yourself shiver.

“Oh my God, you are a psychopath!” you laugh shaking your head at him.

“Nah, I just have a sister who ate some really weird shit when she was pregnant, and I tried some out. This one turned out to be pretty good.”

“My statement still stands. Psycho,” you joke.

When a familiar tall figure appears you spot him right away even from just the corner of your eyes. It doesn’t take long for Adam to spot the two of you since the canteen is not big enough to make it hard for anyone to see who’s really there.

“What a coincidence!” Adam cheerfully greets you standing at the table. Clyde hops to his feet as their palms meet and they do that typical half-hug thing men always do. Then his eyes wander over to you and you let a smile take over your lips.

“Hi Adam, ready to dance?” you ask as he snatches a chair from the table next to yours and he sits down.

“I was born ready! Hope your feet don’t break easily,” he jokes and you just shake your head chuckling.

“It’s not fair you two get the pretty dance while I’ll be in the background in tights,” Clyde sighs, but you know he is just furthering the joke.

“Clyde is not too excited about wearing tights, as you can see,” you explain to Adam who understandingly nods.

“I’m just saying, that out of the three of us,” he says gesturing around the table, “I’m definitely not the right one to wear tights on stage.”

“You’re right, I have nice thighs,” Adam nods and you can’t help but start laughing loudly. Somehow the image of him wearing tights is just so absurd you’d really love to see it.

Clyde sticks around for a little longer, the three of you having a nice conversation, a normal one which is surprising given the fact that Adam is present, but maybe this is the proof that he can be normal sometimes too. Then Clyde needs to leave and once he is out of the canteen Adam turns to you.

“Clyde wants to fuck you,” he simply says and you almost choke on your apple juice.

“Excuse me?” you manage to get out between coughs.

“What? Did you not notice how hard he was trying?”

“He wasn’t trying, he was just being a nice, normal person. You could try it,” you grimace at him. So much for being normal for once.

“Oh come on! I bet he’ll nut tonight thinking about you.”

“Would you stop unloading your dirty fantasies on me? Not everyone is as kinky as you. Most people don’t make a whole film about their relationship filled with all the sexual details.”

“Holy fuck, you watched the whole film!” he gasps happily and you immediately regret opening your mouth. You really should have thought about what you say. “How did you like it?”

“Honestly, I have no idea how you got away with making it, if I was your ex I wouldn’t have let you make it.”

“She saw it.”

“I bet she loved it.”

“She loved it when it happened in real life and I didn’t lie in the film,” he shrugs and the blush is back on your cheeks as you think about everything you saw in that film. The most intimate moments of a quite passionate relationship were revealed right in front of you and if you are being honest, you felt like part of it by the end, no matter how disturbing it was to see Adam in such scenes.

“I’m actually surprised you watched it.”

“Why? You were nonstop bugging me to watch it.”

“Yeah, but I thought you wouldn’t.”

“Well, I did and the trauma can’t be undone now,” you give him a look and checking the time you see that if you don’t leave now you’ll be late and Matt will be furious at the both of you.

You manage to dodge any further questions about the film as the two of you head for rehearsal, though you can tell he is curious about what you really think. It was definitely not a good idea to bring it up right before rehearsal, because now you have to get through 90 minutes pressed up against him, dancing to an incredibly romantic song, staring dreamily into each other’s eyes. Not ideal.

The song is critical. Not because it’s that bad, but because you are a real sucker for the kind of music in movies that could make you cry because they are so perfect for the scene. You’ve seen the movie way too many times and dreamed about dancing with that one person, but you never thought you’d actually dance to this song with someone and that person is now Adam.

It’s all fun and games when you are just learning the basics, not even touching, just standing in a line with Matt in front of the mirror and dancing like you have an imaginary partner. You keep peeking at Adam in the mirror and he is not that bad, in fact, he is doing great so far, you don’t know why he said he is not a good dancer.

“Okay, ready to combine?” Matt claps his hands, wiggling his eyebrows as he takes a step back, giving the two of you space to get close.

You hesitantly turn to Adam who closes the distance with one long step, standing right in front of you. Looking up at him you remember Lora’s comment on his height when it will be like to kiss him and you quickly furrow your eyebrows trying to get rid of the thought.

“What’s the look for?” Adam smirks down at you, tilting his head to the side gently.

“Nothing,” you purse your lips.

Matt helps you find the right position, Adam’s palm feels warm on your back and you suddenly wish your shirt was a bit thicker, covering you better. You feel his defined muscles under your palm on his shoulder and your eyes linger a little longer at the way your hand gets lost in his hold.

You first try it without the music, mostly both of you staring down at your feet to make sure you are doing the steps right and Matt gives you time to adjust, but you can’t keep your head down forever.

“Alright, let’s make a try and this time try to look into each other’s eyes at least half the time,” Matt requests and you bite into your bottom lip, trying to control your nerves. This is just dancing with Adam, the weird guy who made a kinky film about his past relationship, remember? He is weird!

But he is so tall and his eyes are so dreamy and his hands are…

“Okay, five, six, seven, eight!” Matt’s clapping interrupts your thoughts as you start the choreography again.

You have to watch your feet at first so you know you’re heading in the right direction, but a few steps later you force yourself to bring your gaze up and your eyes meet his.

It just hits different. Being so close to him, feeling his touch on your back and palm, you suddenly feel a strong urge to run your fingers through his hair and you almost do it before you tell yourself to behave. There is just something in him that makes your whole mind stop working properly even though you have a pretty strong opinion about him and the kind of man that he is.

For a spare second you even forget to breathe as you are staring into his eyes and there’s a feeling in your guts that you just can’t identify and before you could get further in this sensation Matt’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Amazing, this will look fantastic!”

You force a small smile to your face as you look at the choreographer and he brought you back to reality just in time.

You try to lock this feeling up in the remaining time so you don’t embarrass yourself with something. The last thing you need is to say something that gives away the conflict you are having in you.

“You’re always so fast to leave!”

Adam’s voice stops you when you are already out in the hallways, ready to leave and stay unnoticed, but that last part apparently did not work. Wrapping your hands around the strap of your bag you turn around and see him heading in your way with long steps, his hair flowing with him.

“Why should I be here without getting paid for my time?” you tilt your head with a half-smile and your comment makes him laugh.

“Good point. Do you have to be somewhere?” he asks catching up with you and now you are walking towards the exit side by side.

“Apart from my bed? Not really.”

“Great, then let’s get a beer or something.”

“It’s not a suggestion or an invitation, he states it like you’ve agreed on it weeks ago and you find yourself being quite okay with it.

Settling in a nearby place you order yourself the beer that’s been talked about, but Adam just sticks with iced tea and you give him a puzzled look for his choice.

“You said we are getting a beer.”

“Yeah, for you. I don’t drink.”

“What?”

“I’m a recovered alcoholic, I don’t drink,” he explains and now you have another piece of information about him that you put into your little Adam Sackler file in your head.

“So you are trying to get me drunk?”

“I’m not saying I don’t hope to have you spill something juicy about yourself, but I’m not forcing you to drink either.”

There’s a boyish smile playing on his lips and you roll your eyes at him as the drinks soon land on your table.

You find it amusing how fast he can make you forget about everything you’ve been thinking about when you thought about him, and make you see him just as this funny, carefree person who is sitting right across you at the table. He really is funny and it’s not just the beer that’s telling you this, he has a great sense of humor, he is especially talented in saying the funniest things with the straightest face, just staring at you like he is meaning every single word that leaves his mouth when you both know it’s all just bullshit.

“I’m honestly having a hard time figuring you out,” you sigh leaning back in your chair, fingers fidgeting with your second beer on the table. You’re definitely not drunk, just loose in the best kind of way.

“What’s so hard about it?” he tilts his head, genuinely interested in your answer.

“I don’t know, you are just… It’s like you have these different personalities and I can never know which is the real one.”

“What personalities?” he chuckles at your theory.

“One is this funny, normal guy,” you start gesturing towards him. “Then there is the kinky bastard who spanks girls and then there is this mysterious, serious side that I always see in rehearsals.”

“Kinky bastard?” he chuckles, clearly enjoying the discussion. “You’ll never let go of the spanking, right?”

“It just doesn’t fit into the picture,” you explain.

“That’s because we never had sex and we haven’t spent that much time together outside of rehearsals. I’m working there, of course I’m being serious! That’s just how adults act in serious scenarios. But the rest is just simply me, a mixture of the things you just said.

“So you are just a funny, normal guy with a hint of kinky?”

“Probably more than a hint, but yeah,” he nods smirking.

Spending time outside of rehearsal really helps you see Adam as a whole, the mixture of the sides you’ve experienced from him and you feel like it has brought him closer to you as a person, a colleague and maybe as a friend. You find him an amazing company actually, a great partner to discuss different kind of things. He has a somehow different view of the world than you, but you also agree on many things and this creates the perfect base for an actually interesting and enjoyable conversation.

“Stop!” You gasp laughing as you try to get Adam off a pole on your way home after he decided he is strong enough to hold himself up horizontally on it, but he is just probably getting close to knocking it straight out of the ground.

“They should make these more massive!” he grunts jumping back to the ground.

“You are massive,” you snort as the two of you leave the poor pole and continue walking towards your building.

“I am. In all means,” he smirks at you and you imitate gagging. His dirty comments stopped bothering you, he kept sneaking in something inappropriate into the conversation throughout the night and you just kind of got used to it. This is how he is, a kinky bastard, but at least a funny one.

“You know, we should hang out more often,” he suggests galloping ahead of you and turning to face you he does a funny dance move that makes you laugh.

“Oh yeah? So I should spend my little free time outside of rehearsals with the same person I’m with all day?”

“We are not together all day,” he protest and you just chuckle, knowing well he is right, you just felt like exaggerating. “You didn’t have fun tonight?” he asks as he returns next to you, walking side by side.

“I did.”

“Great. Then we will spend more time together,” he nods and it’s not a suggestion anymore, he is stating it like the most certain fact ever.

You don’t protest.

 Sometimes rehearsals are like one big chaos, especially when everyone is present on the stage, all dancers and actors with the production staff, but there’s no other way to rehears the big dancing scenes.

Today it’s the park scene again, you are wearing another flowy dress Misha gave you, that resembles to the one you’ll be actually wearing, Adam is dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt, nothing extra, and he seems to be enjoying that everyone around him is doing their absolute best while he has to do that one lifting and nothing else, just follow you around the stage.

Clyde is at the back, he has only a little stage time as the prince is looking for Giselle in the park, so beside Adam he is the other person who doesn’t have much to do.

“How do you know he loves you?” you sing with a bright smile and big gestures, grabbing Adam’s wrist as you pull from one place to another, dancers following around, the scene constantly changing around you to make it look like you are on the move. “How do you know he’s yours?”

You catch Adam smirking and you already know he is thinking about something dirty, as per usual. You do the lifting and you feel his hand smacking your ass when he puts you down, no one notices, but you shoot him a glare to which he just smirks again.

“Okay, amazing. Take ten, we’ll see the final part a few more times!” Trevor instructs when the music stops and people starts flowing off the stage.

“Stop touching my butt,” you tell Adam, the two of you walking towards the edge of the stage.

“I can’t, it’s just always in the way,” he holds up two hands innocently and you just roll your eyes at him.

“Hey, do you guys have any plans for tonight?” Clyde walks up with a bright smile as he joins the two of you, fingers fidgeting with the water bottle in his hands.

“I’m babysitting my niece,” Adam answers running a hand through his hair.

“You have a niece?” you turn to him surprised.

“I do,” he simply nods and it doesn’t seem like he is about to share any more details so you turn back to Clyde.

“I’m free.” “Wanna go for a drink maybe or something? I’m so done sitting at home when I’m not here.”

“Sure,” you nod and watch Clyde walk away smiling back at you.

“He is still trying hard to get into your pants,” Adam scoffs and you turn to him with a grimace.

“He is not.”

“Oh he surely is. I’m pretty sure he thinks this is a date or something like that.”

“It’s not a date.”

“Tell that to him, because the dude is keen on fucking you, princess.”

You eventually give up trying to convince Adam about your truth, and you also realize you don’t owe him a word. You know what this really is and that’s all that matters. Adam can think whatever he wants, that still doesn’t make it real.

“So you’re really going out with him, huh?” Adam comes up to you once rehearsal is over. You glance up at him nodding while you’re packing your stuff up.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m telling you, he thinks this is more than just casual drinking.”

“So then what?” you sigh, confused about why he is so worked up by the thought of you and Clyde having a few drinks. “I’m single, he is a nice guy, maybe I also think of it as more. Is that not an option?”

He genuinely seems surprised by your answer and it tells you he clearly didn’t think of this version. Frowning a bit he tilts his head.

“So that’s your type?”

“Stop using that tone, please,” you sigh zipping your bag and heading to the door, Adam following you right behind.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but still, that’s not how I imagined your type to be.”

“You often think about what my type is?”

“I did a few times, yes.”

“Then stop,” you sigh stopping and looking at him. “It’s not like you have a word in it or something. If you hate the idea of me and Clyde going out so much, just come. He invited you as well.”

“I told you, I’m babysitting my niece. My sister would lose her shit if I cancelled.”

“Then there’s nothing I can do for you. Just stop thinking about it,” you shrug, clearly over it, but Adam is not on the same page.

“Cancel on him.”

“Why would I do that?” you ask with a puzzled chuckle.

“Because…” he is searching eagerly for the right words, his hands anxiously tapping on his thighs. This is a waste of time, you think to yourself.

“See you at the next rehearsal, Adam,” you sigh walking away.

 Clyde is awesome. Clyde is exactly the person you imagined for yourself a little while ago, he is nice, funny and just overall a good person. You enjoy spending time with Clyde and you find him attractive, but…

But something is just off and you can’t tell what it is.

Sitting in a bar with him that evening you can’t stop thinking about that one thing that’s making you not fall for him even though you know you should be. Adam’s words keep repeating in your mind about how he is not what he thought your type would be.

Of course he is my type! You basically tell yourself defiantly, cursing Adam out for planting such thoughts into your mind. Stupid Adam!

By the time you and Clyde part your ways you are pretty sure this wasn’t a date which is a relief, but it still got you thinking why you are so against dating Clyde. On your way home you catch yourself pulling your phone out of your bag to text Adam and tell him you were right when you stop in your way in the middle of the street.

“Are you stupid?” some random guy growls at you who almost bumps into you. Looking up you mumble a short sorry before looking back down at your phone.

Adam was all you thought about all evening, you saw him in everything Clyde said and now he is your first thought and the person you want to talk to. He sneaked his way into all of your thoughts and this is starting to feel concerning.

Adam is not your type. He just can’t be.

Clyde should be.

Not Adam.

Right?

Right?!

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[prettylittlehargrove]

December 10th - Snowed In 🎄

Summary : Your little study session with Billy doesn’t go exactly as planned, but maybe it’s for the better...

Warning : None

Word Count : ???

Authors Notes : Sorry these have been very delayed oops, but I’m working on requests now darlings so look out for yours!! I’ve got around 5-6 to finish and upload 🥰

You threw your books onto your bed, a loud huff emitted from your lips as you lugged yourself over to your desk chair, sitting awkwardly on the suppose to be ‘soft’ seating.

To say that school was going well would be the biggest lie you’d ever imagined in your life. School was hell. From the constant testing and homework every week, to the constant rumours which spread like a virus through your classmates. All to do with you and the new hot shot at school.

Billy Hargrove was far from a good christian boys you’d been set up with before. He was a sun kissed little devil who could drop panties with just so much as a flash of his pearly whites and a cheeky wink. Your mother would’ve murdered you if she even found out that a boy like that was attending your school, let alone the fact that you were unfortunately head over heels for him.

The rumours wouldn’t even be a thing if it wasn’t for Tina’s Christmas party last night. Steve was being a bit of a drunk asshole and he mumbled some nasty shit about you under his breath, which caused you to burst into tears and landed Steve a punch square in the face from the one and only Californian god. All you could remember was how your face went as red as Billy’s shirt at the fact that not only had he of all people stuck up for you, but he’d punched Steve Harrington. Hawkins resident asshole. You knew all about how he’d smashed Jon’s camera last week.

Well as the week went on, Billy only became more protective of you, and followed you around like a little lost puppy.

And now, here you are inspecting the calander on your desk. The snowy December weather sending a shiver down your spine, causing you to force yourself out of your chair and go to close your window. A camaro seemed to be parked right outside your house...

‘Is that Billy’s car?’ You thought, a glance at the calander again made you notice the red marker which mentioned how you had a tutor session with the little devil.

“Crap” you whispered. Shoving yourself into a more presentable outfit, way better than your usual school look and untying your hair.

A shrill cry of your doorbell caused your body to bolt down the stairs. Meeting face to face with his ocean eyes as you opened the door.

“Heya Princess, nice place” he smirked, leaning against the doorframe, dark smirk playing his features.

“Umm, thank you... uhh, come in” you cursed yourself for completely losing ever ounce of confidence you’d built up between open ring the door and meeting his dreamy eyes.

He looked around the place, looking around at the dull decor your mother had become so in love with.

“You want something to drink or eat? You didn’t eat lunch again... I Uhh noticed...” this was true, Billy never ate lunch unless he was sharing half a sandwich with you or Tommy. In fact you never really saw him eat at school.

“If you don’t mind doll” his words were like fucking silk, it made your knees weak with nerves. He follows you into the kitchen and leaned against the island. You set up a cup of cocoa and reached into the cookie jar to grab him some gingerbread. “How was basketball practice? Steve didn’t give you any trouble again?” You mumbled, setting the cup down with the plate of sweet treats in front of him.

“It was good, Harrington’s backed down since last week, but I mean he got what he deserved, shouldn’t say shit like that to my princess” he dipped his cookie into the cocoa and lifted it to his lips, taking a large bite and sighing with happiness. “Such a good cook angel”

Your mind raced at the words ‘my princess’ you definitely weren’t dating. Billy was was out of your league... he was the bad boy who hung out with the bad kids and smoked cigarettes whilst he was supposed to the be in maths, which he was failing, majorly. “There was no need for violence, but I think... I- Uhh I think it was sweet, so umm thank you... it had good intentions” you took a sip from your own cup of cocoa and giggled a little as billy gobbled down the cookies.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Ok?...”

“Why’re you always so nervous around me?” His eyebrow was raised, fingers tapping against the wooden surface of the island counter.

“I’m - im... umm- I don’t know... I think it’s just... oh look! Crap, that snow looks heavy...” your eyes had darted across the room to the window which showed the blizzard that had erupted outside. The phone interrupted your thought process and caused you to excuse yourself.

“Hello?”

“We aren’t going to make it back home tonight, theres been a snowstorm and we’ve been snowed in for the night, are you ok?”

“Yeah... Umm- it’s looking really bad outside, is it not ok to drive at all?”

“No, walking is even dangerous to be honest, sorry darling, I’ve phoned the neighbours and they’re around if you need them but from the sounds of it you’ve got a friend over hmm?”

“Yes... yes, ok I’ll just have to get some extra blankets and pillows etc... love you” you muttered, watching Billy snoop around your kitchen.

“Love you too, and no funny business-“ you quickly hung up, not prepared for an hour long lecture about being safe when home alone.

“I can walk home and pick the car up tomorrow?” Billy piped up, having sort of eavesdropped on bits of your conversation.

“No, it’s ok, you’ll catch your death in that weather, I’ll get some blankets and we can sleep in my room, the heating doesn’t work downstairs during winter” your hands searched the cabinet for a few extra throws and blankets, piling them onto Billy’s arms, whilst grabbing some pillow and candles.

You both trudged up the stairs, Billy smirked as he entered the room. The cute wallpaper and fluffy white carpet made the place look cute and comfy.

“We can set up some sort of blanket defence system against the cold air, but in the mean time, did you bring your revision stuff?” Billy opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes immediately darted across the room.

“Uhh, yeah I kinda forgot this was a study session” he chuckled awkwardly, a light pink tint warming his cheeks.

“Oh... that’s fine, we don’t have to study, I guess we might as well just hang out... yeah...” he nodded, grabbing a blanket and placing it against the bottom of your door to stop cold air from enetering the room.

An awkward silence fell upon you both as you made the room cosy.

He shifted himself closer to you. “Ya know you didn’t finish off your answer to my question?” He whispered, hand dangerously close to your leg.

“I guess - maybe I kinda think that... Umm” your face was bright red, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry angel, I think your cute too” he chuckled lowly, hand resting on your thigh.

“You do-“ every word you said was shaky. Billy tilted his head, a smile on his face before he nodded.

“I think that you’re adorable and I was kinda hoping that this wasn’t gonna be just some study session” you shivered, the cool breeze getting past the blankets and sending shivers down your spine.

Billy didn’t even think twice before he grabbed a quilt and wrapped you up in it. Your faces were so close, his eyes locked onto yours.

“C-can I kiss you” you stuttered. He nodded and lifted his hand up to your cheek, pulling you into him. The kiss was magical and passionate. Billy had never kissed someone and felt butterflies in his stomach before. For once he was nervous and he felt goosebumps.

Slowly you both pulled away. “Was that ok angel?” A small nod and a smile told him everything. He pulled you onto his lap, cuddling your shivering body close.

“When we get out of this snowstorm I’ll take you on a real nice date” he mumbled, stroking your hair as the snow fell outside your window.

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to tag on to that post that’s like “why am i nostalgic for my teen years??? bitch i didnt even have fun!!!!” that i’ve reblogged probably in the last few months (im too lazy to go back through my blog to find it if i have, leave me be) .... i think some of the reasons im nostalgic for my teens years are the following:

- no real responsibilities other than homework and assignments that i barely ever did from years 7-10 

- i feel like time went so fucking fast (courtesy of some of my old fb memories posts in various months during 2012 and 2013) that i just wasnt prepared to be in my early teens & 20s- let alone to my mid 20s so fucking soon.

- there was a solid routine in the morning of each term- get up at 6:45am, wash my face and skin care stuff, then straighten my fringe (or sometimes all of my hair, halfheartedly), tie my hair up and have my breakfast etc etc etc. then leave for school

- despite all my jokes about being a Useless Failure Of A Human Being™️ when i left school or whatever, i did have a genuine hope underneath it all that i’d some day hopefully be successful (even if my facebook posts from year 10 to year 12 (ie 2011-2013) weren’t very good tbh).

- oh yeah NO PANDEMIC

- it was ~actually fun~ being an unabashed emo/scene kid lmao- no matter how much i cringe at 12-16yo me’s peak All Time Low Phase™️

- again time just zipped the fuck by and i was suddenly in business college and then uni and then fuck. i had a mental breakdown in postgrad bc it was too much work and pressure and fuck how do i cope. i kinda felt like i’d reached a point, like a stunted point in my emotional growth or whatever once i hit my 20s bc i went through so much stuff in the last 3 years of high school and then some other shit all before age 20 really hit.

- also like. instagram and snapchat weren’t huge so we took loads of corny unedited emo kid photos, but also did edit some of them with shitty 2008/09 nintendo dsi filters or photobucket filters for myspace. like we were actually allowed to be cringy asf and not be instagram/snapchat flawless for a bunch of followers on a constant basis. like yes my haircuts were awful and i do cringe at the stupid poses i did in some of my photos with my friends. but still. we got to have FUN.

- you could look like a fucking hot mess with your makeup. like yes there was a bit of pressure to learn proper makeup, obvs. but generally it was almost like.... like the more of a hot mess you looked, the better. because you were allowed to make mistakes with it. but thank god it wasn’t the level of the YT beauty gurus “baking their face” and whatever other irritating names they can come up with for new techniques.... and having to know exactly what the fuck that is and having to buy $75 setting spray so your face that’s full of $250 or more worth of makeup never falls off your face. i mean, come on! shine bright like a cheeto in your incredibly mismatched maybelline foundation which said it was matte, fuck damn it, but it’s making you look shiny!!!! you can use your strawberry lemonade lip smacker balm as blush to cover up the shiny bits??? but who cares??!! it’s 2000 and fucking 9 babey!!!

but now, if you don’t have an almost professional level of expertise/knowledge and lot of makeup stuff, then it’s a monstrosity. a mistake. what are you? how do you NOT know what baking is in regards to makeup? you fool! no! we don’t care if you’re 14! YOU HAVE TO KNOW CASSANDRA! YOU! HAVE! TO! KNOW! now spend 163863733 hours on youtube to revise your know how and skills, so then you do your makeup better than fredia, who doesn’t EVEN KNOW what blush is and how to apply it. i mean how embarrassing 🙄??? am i right?! YOU DONT KNOW WHAT A LIP KIT IS AND WHY YOU NEED IT??? SICKENING. DISGUSTING. YOU HEATHEN. also please spend $100 at sephora on a kylie jenner mega lip kit, boo!!! you do you!!! but if you make a mistake during applying anything in the lip kit or on the rest of your face, EVERYONE WILL KNOW!!! anyway, you get the picture.

like yeah high school did fucking suck for me like it did/does for basically everyone... but god it was much better having a sense of routine in the morning and having at least a minor glimmer of hope that i’d hopefully get somewhere eventually. but that’s all been upended completely by covid and self-isolation. my routine has been out of wack for the past month, with the pandemic rising again in victoria and also in new south wales, with restrictions resetting and stuff again in NSW and vic, like.... will i ever get a job (no matter what is is) in the fucked aussie economy?? just who the fuck knows??? uncertainty sucks.

and also i generally don’t know how to keep to schedule without some 3rd party entity like uni to help. like i miss the structure of on campus study bc i didn’t really have to set that myself, in a way, bc the uni scheduled the classes for the profs in the subjects i had. and i followed the same schedule of doing my face and hair etc every day that i went to uni. but now that’s gone as well.