#studded letterman jacket

[allthecastlesonclouds]

Drawing drawing means bad kid references! They are all so darling to me <3

please reblog (: id under cut

[Begin ID] Two drawings of the Bad Kids from Fantasy High. Left to right, they are Adaine, Gorgug, Fabian, Riz, Fig, and Kristen. They all have their arms and legs slightly out, allowing the drawing to show details on sleeves and pants.

Adaine is a white high elf with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her hair is cut just above her shoulders and is tucked behind her ears. She has six pairs of silver earrings- three hoops of descending size and a pair of crescent moons on her lobes, and two bars on the tops of her ears. The largest hoop on her left ear has a chain connecting to one of the bars. She is wearing a fur-lined denim jacket, a purple shirt, blue leggings, and black boots. Text beneath her reads “Adaine O’Shaughnessey. she/her. 5’10”. The People’s Oracle.” With this text is a stylized question mark.

Gorgug is a dark-green-skinned half-orc. His eyes have black sclera and white pupils, and his hair is black with a streak of white. He is smiling, and one fang is poking out of his mouth. He is wearing a grey hoodie, purple sweatpants, black and red headphones, purple socks, and light pink shoes. Text beneath him reads “Gorgug Thistlespring. 6’4”. he/him.” Next to the text is a small bisexual flag.

Fabian is a black half-elf with shaved sides and locs pulled up into a topknot. He has grey eyes and has dark grey stud earrings. He is wearing a black tank top, blue shorts, black-and-red sneakers, and has his white-and-red letterman jacket tied around his waist. He also is wearing a black eyepatch over where his right eye would be, and the patch has a stylized gold “S” at the bottom. There is a scar beneath the eyepatch. Text beneath him reads “Fabian A. Seacaster. 6’1”. he/him.” Drawn beside the text are a trans flag, a bi flag, and the ADHD butterfly.

Riz is a light green goblin. His dark green hair is short and curly, and his eyes are dark green as well. He has a tail the same color as his hair. Riz is wearing a purple vest and a dark purple tie over a white dress shirt. He is wearing purple suit pants, black dress shoes, a tan-and-gold watch, and gold lapel pins. Text beneath him reads “Riz Gukgak, P.I. he/him. 3’6”.” Next to the text is the aroace flag and the autistic infinity symbol.

Fig is a pink-skinned, half-elf tiefling. She has curly brown hair with purple streaks, styled in a braid over her right shoulder. She has light-toned horns, and multiple earrings. She has Ayda’s feather and a small silver hoop on her left lobe, and two small gold hoops on her left upper ear. On her right ear, she has a gold chain connecting two hoops from the top of her ear to her love, and another small hoop at the tip. She has brown eyes. Fig is wearing a grey t-shirt with a red and gold pentagram drawn on it. She is also wearing a red skirt, tall combat boots, a fishnet on her left leg, and 4 bracelets- three silver on her right arm and one leather on her left. Text beneath her reads “Fig Faeth. she/her?. 5’1”.” Next to the text is the bi flag and the ADHD butterfly.

Kristen is a plus-sized white human. She has curly red hair pulled up in a ponytail and green eyes. She is wearing a purple and blue tiedye shirt and jean shorts. She has on green flip flops, and has four bracelets on. On her left wrist, she wears a lesbian flag striped bracelet, a purple two-toned candy stripe bracelet, and a solid blue bracelet. On her right wrist, she wears a rainbow candy stripe bracelet. She has a halo behind her head that looks similar to the night sky. Text beneath her reads “Saint Kristen Applebees. 5’9”. she/her.” Drawn beside the text is a lesbian flag and the autistic infinity symbol.

The second image is the outlines of the drawings without color, text, and flags. [End ID.]

[anonymouspuzzler]

Davey takin the sorta-also-his-niece to Claires, what earrings she getting (but not having pierced there I feel like davey would take one look at the punch-gun and know We Can Do Better)

i have thought about this question so much. i think step one would be getting Minnie to go into a Claire's (she's just the right combination of 13 And Bullheaded that she'd see all the purple and sparkles and be like Nope. Nah. Nuh Uh. Goodbye). Once you accomplish that there's a set I got there Years Ago that had like, black round studs, a black electric guitar and black star drop-earrings (like the below but not exactly, I couldn't find a pic of the exact set), so I think she'd gravitate to something like that.

[Image ID: A pair of black earrings with three vertically-dangling star cutout shapes, each successively larger than the one before it. End ID.]

As for Davey knowing better, uh, well, um,

"mostly"

[Comic transcript/image ID under cut]

[Image ID: A two-panel comic featuring Puzz's OCs Minnie (a young white redheaded girl with a stocky build, freckles, buck teeth and two large braided pigtails) and Davey (a middle-aged Black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, large ears, thin mustache, diagonal scar across his face and curly hair in a ponytail). The first panel shows them out and about in casual clothing - Minnie in a sweater and pleated skirt over a collared shirt; Davey in a letterman jacket over baggy pants and a tank top, plus sunglasses and a baseball cap. Minnie is holding a pair of earrings with her left hand and pointing offscreen with the other, saying, "So do we just go and ask 'em to use the piercing gun now?" Davey, standing casually with hand in his jacket pocket, replies, "Oh, hell no. One, because that's gonna draw attention to us shoplifting. Two, more importantly, using those things is just asking for an infection. Trust me, Min, I'll do ya better than that."

The second panel shows Minnie and Davey back home; Minnie is now wearing a tank top and pleated skirt while Davey is wearing a loose tank top and sweatpants. Both are kneeling on the ground, Minnie holding an ice cube to her ear with a look of trepidation, Davey holding a needle in his fingers. There is an ice cube tray on the floor in front of Minnie. Davey is saying, "Okay, now just hold the ice there a while 'till it's numb--", only to be interrupted by Buck (a middle-aged, balding white man with a barrel-chested build and bushy mustache, wearing a turtleneck, plain slacks and boots) peeking in through the doorway and shouting "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING". End ID.]

[errortoog4y]

✨Pretty Privilege✨

God, I love making my oc’s hot. But yeah, here’s Chester, one of my favorite character designs for obvious reasons

Other Versions and image description under the cut :)

[A digital drawing of Error's Original Character, Chester crouching. Chester is a POC gender-fluid individual with vitiligo. He seems to be mostly feminine presenting besides his mostly flat chest and a mix between sideburns and mutton chops beard. Their hair is up in a colorful Afro with a gradient of pink and purple. Her left eye is dark brown and her right is hazel, seemingly from the lack of melanin in the skin around it. Chester is wearing a Yellow shirt with a Sun Tarot card print on it, a blue letterman jacket wrapped around their waist, tan jeans that is cut off on their left leg because they have a pastel pink prosthetic that begins at their thigh. He is also wearing a pair of black Doc Martin boots. His accessories include stud earrings for his standard lobe and high lobe and a double helix piercing on his right ear. What’s visible on his left ear is an industrial piercing. He has both a nostril and a bridge piercing on his nose and snake bites piercing on his lips. She also has a necklace with a piece if amethyst in it.]

This is my first image description, so I hope this is correct 😊

[blusterb8]

Get Those Fancy Boots Off, Stud

Take those fancy boots off, you arrogant stud, and your boot socks too. Keep you barefoot in jeans, cap and letterman jacket. Toenail polish would be nice. And yes, Say Goodbye to Your Dignity

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[sweetest-dayz]

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[mtafpk]

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[genderbinaryisforlosers]

bad kids bad kids

this is a redux of sorts to my freshman/sophomore bad kids art, showing them at the end of sophomore year rather than the beginning. i’m really happy with how they turned out!

Commissions are open! Check my pinned post for details!

[id: Six pieces of art showing each of the Bad Kids on the first day of freshman year and, standing on the right, at the end of sophomore year. Left to right and top to bottom the order is: Fig, Fabian, Adaine, Riz, Gorgug, Kristen. Full ID is under a cut because it’s about ten miles long.

1: Fig’s freshman self appears apathetic, side-eyeing her sophomore self with a cigarette in her mouth. She has her guitar case slung over her shoulder, and is wearing a skull tank top, a red plaid shirt, red doc martens, one fishnet stocking and one regular black sock. She has her hair in a braid with her bangs unevenly dyed red, and her horns are very short. She has black lipstick, thick eyeliner and two orbital piercings in her visible ear. She has some reddish discoloration on her cheeks and shoulders.

Her sophomore self appears much taller, partly because she is wearing studded black boots with huge platforms. Her horns are longer and she is fully pink. She has her eyes closed in an open-mouthed grin that shows off her fangs, and her right hand (viewer’s left) held up in a horns sign. She is wearing Johnny Spells’ black leather jacket with spikes on the cuffs and flames painted onto the arms, a red Sig Figs crop top, a purple and black checked skirt, black fingerless gloves, black studded choker, and a fishnet (hairnet) stocking on her left leg. She has her red anarchy symbol on her forehead, and matching red eye makeup. She has a bridge piercing on her nose and a cuff in her visible ear, and she is also wearing Ayda’s feather as an earring. She is holding the ruby-red Infaethable Bass, on a red plaid guitar strap. She is wearing her hair down, dip-dyed purple.

The background is reddish-pink with a big red anarchy symbol and orange-yellow flames rising up from the ground.

2: Fabian’s freshman self is grinning confidently, holding his fencing rapier straight up in front of his face with his right hand. His left hand is tucked behind his back, and his heels are together. His hair is in a short afro with fade on the side, and he is wearing a single ring earring in his left earlobe. He has on an Owlbears letterman jacket, black t-shirt, grey riding pants, and blue sneakers.

His sophomore self is significantly taller, with his hair shaved on the sides and the rest in medium-length deadlocks tied in a ponytail. He has a black eyepatch over his eye and a serene expression as he dances with his cream battlesheet. He is wearing a blue crop-top that reads ‘Fuck Dragons’ with an illustration of a dragon skull being stabbed through the head, purple-grey sweatpants, and the red Sneakers of Dunking. His hands are wrapped, and he has two swords on his belt; the Sword of the Seacasters, a cutlass with an ornate gold basket hilt, and Fandrangor, an elegant elven longsword.

The background is a large golden-framed mirror hung up on a wall clad in blue-green planks of wood.

3: Adaine’s freshman self anxiously has her shoulders hunched and is using both arms to hold her huge crystal orb. She is wearing a dark blue Hudol uniform with blazer and skirt, white shirt, and maroon tie. She has her hair straight and held back by a light blue headband, and is wearing knee-length white socks and smart black shoes.

Her sophomore self is smiling, holding the Sword of Sight. She is wearing the denim Jacket of Usefulness, which has a white fur lining and is covered in patches including a cartoon frog, a yellow warning label reading ‘Arcane Hazard’ and a black and white patch reading ‘Seer’. Under that she has her purple arcane rune t-shirt, and she is wearing black jeans, black boots, and a blue dangly earring in the shape of a teardrop. Her spellbook is on a book holster attached to her belt. Her hair is now wavy, and the top is worn in a bun. She is a full head taller than her freshman self.

Her background is blue with ocean waves, and above them the white outline of an oracular eye.

4: Riz’s freshman self has an inquisitive frown, holding up a magnifying glass in his right hand and half-hiding his gun (a short arquebus) in his left. He is wearing a brown-toned argyle sweatervest over a white shirt, light brown knee-length shorts, a brown flatcap, and black dress shoes (cobbled in such a way to accomodate his goblin feet, which are digitigrade)

His sophomore self has a toothy grin, and is lifted off the ground by the grappling hook function of his long arquebus (formerly Pok’s) which he holds in his right hand. In his left, he holds his briefcase, monogrammed with ‘T.B.’ He no longer has his hat, and he has grown sideburns. He is wearing a black waistcoat with a gold back, black pants, black gold-toed dress shoes, a white shirt and black tie, and a gold-faced watch. He has several tattoos visible on his arms including, ‘Garthy [O’Brien],’ ‘Fallinel’, ‘Queen?’, ‘KVX’, an image of a crown, ‘Ruby’, and ‘Beware Shadow[cat]’ with an image of a cat.

His background is a conspiracy wall full of scraps of paper and photographs all connected with red string.

5: Gorgug’s freshman self has hunched shoulders, with his right hand in his hoodie pocket and his left hand staring forlornly at a tin flower. He is wearing a plain grey hoodie, heavily patched blue jeans that are too short in the ankles, and blue sneakers.

His sophomore self is standing up straight and smiling, holding the handle of the Heavy Metal Ax, whose gigantic head rests on the ground. He is taller, with broader shoulders, bigger tusks, and some stubble on his chin. He has a white streak in the front of his hair, the Headphones of Solitude around his neck, and drumsticks in his back pocket. His hoodie is now an Owlbears hoodie with red accents and an Aguefort emblem on the breast. He is wearing dark purple sweatpants that have been hand-stitched with flowers, and red tennis shoes.

His background is green with pink flowers in the bottom left corner and clockwork in the top right.

6: Kristen’s freshman self has a positive smile and is wearing a moon-boot foot brace on her right leg, leaning on her shepherd’s crook staff in her right hand. She is wearing a rainbow tie-dye t-shirt with a corn emblem in the middle, mid-length denim shorts, a dark purple bracelet, and a green flip-flop on her uninjured foot. She has colourful band-aids on her left knee and is clutching her Helionic bible to her chest, on which two golden sheaves of wheat form a wreath.

Her sophomore year self has a dark purple staff in the shape of a question mark, and is wearing a galaxy print tank top with ‘IDK’ in white on the front. She has a pink and yellow plaid shirt tied around her waist, grey jeans, blue converse shoes, and rainbow socks. Her ponytail is longer, but she now has the side of her head shaved, and it is being held up by a pink ribbon. She is holding a green tome titled ‘On the Subject of World Religions’ open to a page in the middle. She has a tattoo of Tracker’s name on her collarbone, and a pale spiraling scar in the left-centre of her chest, glittering slightly.

Her background is a partial eclipse, with the golden sun side behind freshman Kristen and the purple darkness side behind sophomore Kristen.

/end id]

[reeferree]

Just imagine how fantastic it would be if for Halloween they all agreed to dress as the Breakfast Club and there’s Eddie Munson dressed as Bender fully expecting Steve to climb out of his BMW dressed as Andrew the Jock but instead of Steve in a letterman jacket its Nancy playing the jock to Robin’s Allison.

Then he spots Jonathan dressed as nerdy Brian next to Argyle who just is Argyle because he’s too high to remember wearing a costume. Which only leaves one character left and he can’t remember how to breathe seeing Steve exit the car dressed as Claire.

Nails painted, diamond stud in one year, chest hair peeking out from the v of his dusty pink top and when Steve finally spots him and makes eye contact with his face splitting into a shy grin Eddie just whispers

“hey, princess”

[ficnation]

Chapter 1: Behind the Bleachers

Series: ❝Romeo and Julio❞

Word count: 2487

Pairing: Riverdale x Male! Reader, Sweet Pea x Reader, (future, main), Kevin Keller x Reader, other minor pairings

Warnings: usual riverdale themes (e.g. drugs, gangs, violence, underage drinking and smoking), cursing, canon divergence

A/n: Sooooo... I actually liked the 1st and 2nd season of Riverdale and decided to write a series with a MC that’s juggling between being evil and being good. It's been a while since I wrote something and I hope I didn't make too much mistakes. I feel like my brain just turned into scrambled eggs.

Y/n’s outfit inspo can be found here if you’re curious.

Song I listened to while writing: Boys - Lizzo

*riverdale universe doesn’t belong to me // neither does the gif*

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁ || ☁ 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

☁ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

Since you could remember, there was Malachai and you against the whole world. Having each other’s back, defending him from people who wanted his head on a stake, and him making sure you were protected from other gangs; it was like a life routine that you found yourself following since you were little brats. 

This time you were a bit apprehensive towards your older brother’s plan. It just didn’t make any sense. Your hand gripped the strap of your worn black leather bag when Malachai parked his car a street away from Riverdale High.

“You know, Mal, I’m always up for some adrenaline, but I’m not sure if this is such a good idea,” you protested, throwing your head back in exasperation. 

Malachai let out a deep chuckle before ruffling your hair. “Believe me, it’s a genius idea,” he assured you, reaching inside the pocket of his jeans to pull out a pack of cigarettes.

You looked out of the window, sinking further into the seat when a few students passed by the cherry red car, unaware of the gang members occupying it. Malachai’s brown eyes trailed after the teenagers, uninterested. Unlike him, you watched them with curiosity. The letterman jackets caught your attention; your gaze followed them, trailing down their figures, a smirk crawling up onto your face.

“On the second thought, I think I’m going to have a lot of fun here,” you said, turning your head towards your brother when the teenagers disappeared around the corner.

Malachai shook his head in amusement and partial displease. “Just remember, if you see cops, run as fast as you can. Can’t have you getting in any trouble now, can we?”

You shrugged off your Ghoulie vest, caressing the studs on the shoulder pads, already missing the feel of the cool leather against your skin. You placed it on the backseats of the car with a longing sigh, making Mal cackle.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one touches it while you’re mingling with sexually frustrated teenagers.” He patted your arm, encouraging you to get out of the car, but you didn’t budge. “Y/n, move your ass. I don’t have all day.”

You ignored his comment and started in a whisper, “So… No dealing until you give me the green light? Just making connections and collecting info?”

“We went over it like ten times, dude.” Mal shoved your arm with his elbow, lighting up the cigarette hanging from between his chapped lips. 

“Yeah, but where the fuck is the adrenaline in your plan?” 

Without waiting for his answer, you exited the car and started dragging your boot-clad feet towards your new school. Riverdale High School looked way too normal to fit into your comfort zone. You were used to graffiti-littered walls and smashed-in windows; this was all new to you. God, you haven’t even been in the north side of Riverdale for more than one hour before, and now you were going to attend the local school.

Entering the building, you could feel everyone’s heads turning in your direction. Their eyes raked down your body, noting the all-black attire and arms covered in ink. You didn’t fit there with your oversized Nirvana tee, pants hanging low on your hips, and a choker with a skull pendant clinging to your neck. You were a bigger revelation to the students of Riverdale than the newest member of the Pussycats. And damn, did you love the attention directed your way. With confidence, you crossed the hallway and disappeared into Principal Weatherbee’s office without even knocking.

“The cheek of this guy.” Veronica crossed her arms over her chest, turning to look at Kevin, who had his eyes locked on the door that you vanished behind.

She couldn’t help but grin at his stunned gaze and parted lips. The black-haired girl brought the tips of her fingers under his chin, closing his jaw. 

“Yeah, I think I’ve just fallen in love with a bad boy,” he mumbled out, his lips breaking into a wide smile.

“That sounds very cliché when you say it like that. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time,” Veronica snickered, patting his arm before lowering her voice, “Aren’t you and Joaquin dating?” 

“We’re not exclusive… yet,” he explained, not ready to talk about his budding romance with the Serpent. “Do you think he’s into boys?” Kevin looked at her with eyes full of blind hope, praying to all the gods that existed that you were at least bisexual.

“I wish I knew the answer.” She sighed before continuing, “We can always find out. What do you say?” V raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows, challenging her friend to fight her on her already made-up decision.

She had to admit that you sparked her curiosity straight away. Your sexy smirk and the confidence in your steps were difficult to overlook. Maybe if you weren’t into boys, she could snatch you for herself.

When she lived in New York, she dated all kinds of guys, but surprisingly you didn’t remind her of any of them. There was something unique in your person, yet she couldn’t quite place her finger on it.

“It sounds a lot like ‘who’s going to date him first’ bet.” Kevin eyed the brown-eyed girl, biting his bottom lip in thought. 

“Hey, it’s not like we’re doing it only for fun, right? I think it’s pretty harmless.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking around the corridor. “The prize for the winner is the new guy’s heart.” The young Lodge smiled cheekily, excited for their little challenge.

“No winners and no prizes,” he demanded, making his friend roll her brown eyes but nod to assure him that she accepts the new rules. “Alright, I’m in.”

The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Veronica hugged Kevin goodbye before walking away to find the history classroom. The brunet boy stood there for a minute longer, letting other students pass him while his eyes found the door of Mr. Weatherbee’s office again. He was just about to drag his feet towards his next class, but the moment he took a step forward, the door that he stared so intently at was pushed open.

You walked outside with a slightly annoyed expression before catching his gaze, quickly switching your previously displeased frown into a smirk full of confidence. You stepped towards his person, only stopping when you were hovering over the blushing boy, hand firmly planted on the wall beside his head so he could hear you over the other students rushing to their classrooms.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Do you happen to know where I can find Betty Cooper? She was supposed to show me around the place,” you explained, voice smooth like silk, making Kevin’s knees buckle.

He composed himself as quickly as he could. What if you already caught his red cheeks and the bashful smile that decorated his lips? He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you, and definitely not on your first meeting.

“Hi, you’re new here, right? Kevin Keller,” the boy introduced himself, extending his hand for you to shake. He hoped his voice didn’t come out shaky or high-pitched; that would be even more embarrassing than his already red face. “Betty finished her classes an hour ago. I don’t think you’ll bump into her today.”

The green-eyed boy let himself relax, back pressed into the cold metal of the lockers behind him. The faint scent of leather mixed with tobacco and fresh apples made his head spin. He would never imagine that this weird combination could be so pleasant and unwinding.

“How about you?”

“What about me?” he blurted out, dumbfounded. He was so lost in his thoughts and your lovely smell that he didn’t register your words.

“Are you busy?” you repeated, noting Kevin’s lax figure and lazy smile.

Did you already win his heart over, or was he just intimidated by your presence and being nice to avoid becoming your enemy? Then you remembered they didn’t know about the Southside blood running through your veins. If you could only keep it a secret for the rest of high school, that’d make your task so much easier. 

You weren’t ashamed of where you lived or your affiliation to the Ghoulies, nor of being Malachai’s brother. You were always proud of who you were. It was the things you had to do that you were self-conscious about; the stealing and drug dealing, all the violence used against innocent people just because they were a part of the rival gang. Your uneasiness about some aspects of your life didn’t mean that you’ll stop being a Ghoulie and doing everything your brother told you to.

“No, not at all. I mean-”

“Mr. Keller, I believe you should be in class right now,” Principal Weatherbee’s voice sounded from behind your form, and you quickly turned around. You hoped you wouldn’t get in trouble before your first day of school really began.

Kevin opened his mouth to say something to defend himself from the scrutiny eyes of the middle-aged man, but he was quickly forced to close it when you put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Weatherbee, I asked Kevin to show me around the school when I found out Betty Cooper already finished her classes,” you explained, sending the principal a bashful smile that was clearly fake, but he seemed to buy it.

“I apologize for my mistake,” he started. “Mr. Keller, you’re excused from the rest of your classes, and you’ll show our new student around instead of Miss Cooper.”

Kevin nodded his head with excitement. “With pleasure, Mr. Weatherbee.” He sent a wide smile towards the principal before the latter turned around and disappeared back into his office.

“Well, now you definitely aren’t busy,” you whispered near his ear, your minty breath fawning down his neck and making him shiver in anticipation.

Kevin Keller turned out to be an excellent guide even though most of your attention was directed towards his plump lips, not the words that left them. The boy didn’t seem to notice your lack of interest in the actual building and the different classrooms. Thank god, he spared you and decided not to mention Riverdale High’s history. You didn’t look like a guy who would be interested in knowing the school’s founders and remarkable graduates either. 

And he found out that he was completely right when you pulled him behind the bleachers in the middle of the tour to smoke a cigarette and change the topic to something that wasn’t related to the school district. The Bulldogs were practicing on the field, and Coach Clayton’s instructions echoed in the distance.

“Let’s ditch the rest of the tour,” you proposed, leaning on the metal poles of the construction and putting a cigarette between your lips. Your hand clutched a neon green lighter and lifted it to lit the cancer stick.

“You sure you don’t want to know where the boys’ locker room is?” Kevin chuckled, shoving his palms into the pockets of his jeans before they could get any colder. 

“Watch yourself, Kev. I might take you up on that offer.” You send a cocky wink his way, crossing your arms over your chest. The nickname rolling off your tongue made his knees weak.

The bleachers partially sheltered you both from the chill September breeze, but while you seemed entirely unfazed by the cold, exhaling thick clouds of smoke from your lungs dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, the sheriff’s son shivered in his navy blue sweater. His cheeks were pink; he wasn’t sure whether it was from the cold or your suggestive remark. The fact that he was freezing his ass off just to spend a little more time with you was pretty ridiculous to him.

You eyed him up, finally noticing his chattering teeth and the rosy dust spreading through his face. “Are you cold?” you asked, the question sounding dumber than you expected it to.

“No! I’m wonderful,” Kevin protested quickly, visibly shaking. “I’ve never been better.”

You laughed openly, head leaning on the metal, your hips jutting forward. The green-eyed boy bit his bottom lip, trying to keep his eyes from darting towards the stripe of skin your shirt exposed when it rode up with the gesture. He couldn’t help but smile while you tried to catch your breath.

“No, but for real, you’re shaking like a leaf.”

You threw away the cigarette, stomping it out with your boot before walking up to Kevin. Your hands found his arms, and you rubbed them up and down to warm him up a little bit. The boy stepped even closer, the distance between your faces now nonexistent. Dammit, he wanted to kiss you so bad just to see if you were as good at it as he imagined you were. His face inched closer, your noses brushed, and somehow your palm found its way to the back pocket of his jeans. Kevin’s breath hitched, eyes closing and lips parting. 

“Hey, Kev!” Archie’s voice broke them apart, the brunet scrambling away from his newfound crush and turning towards his friend.

“Uh, hi Archie. What are you doing here?” He crossed his arms over his chest. The newcomer jogged up to the two of you.

“I think I should be the one asking.” The ginger-haired boy chuckled.

He was still dressed in his football gear, holding the white helmet under his arm. His brows went up in surprise when he noticed you standing next to his friend. Your face was new to him; in fact, he has never seen you before in Riverdale. 

Kevin had a tight-lipped smile on his face, obviously unhappy with the interruption. He was so close to kissing your pretty lips just minutes ago, so close that he could still feel your minty breath fawning over his lips, making them tingle in anticipation.

You extended your hand towards the ginger with a grin and introduced yourself, “Y/n, I’m new here.”

“That’s why I didn’t recognize you. Archie Andrews.” He shook your hand steadily, making your eyebrow quirk. “I’ve never seen you in Riverdale. Did you move here recently?” came the dreaded question, making you scream internally.

“Yeah, you can say so,” you said, nodding your head before withdrawing your arm from Archie, your pointer finger hooking through one of the belt loops in Kevin’s pants and pulling him closer playfully. “Thanks for the tour, Kev. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You left the two boys in a rush, trying to avoid more questions. You had to think of a lie to make your high school life more believable and find a group you could blend into until Mal gives you the green light. “Find someone who can be easily influenced,” your brother’s words echoed in your head; it was a good idea to begin before anyone started getting suspicious.

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[s-aint-elmo]

anon how does it feel to have made my week

i’ve been holding on to these asks for DAYS waiting to carve out some free time so i could do them justice because they are absolutely wonderful. resident rich kids getting left alone for five minutes and wrecking the kitchen?? resident rich kids and their friends who they love very much setting out to study all together on the living room floor but accidentally making the study pile too comfy and ending up sleeping instead?? fantastic. perfect. inspired.

(riz will crash and knock himself out in a few and adaine will be grappled into the cuddle pile eventually just you wait. it’s inevitable. fuck the exams)

finally, i've been really loving this influx of fantasy high asks lately, but also! go send some my friend @supercantaloupe's way!! she's had a hand in a couple of these and she is fantastic.  

(image description under the cut bc i had some time!)

[ ID: a screenshot of two asks sent one after another. they say: "I have a HC that Fabian and Adaine cannot cook and so the bad kids spend Friday nights trying to teach them/ Also bad kids studying together/falling asleep in a pile." what follows are two drawn images in response to them. 

 one: an overboiling pot on a food-covered stove sits in the foreground over a roaring flame, while the disheveled pair of fabian and adaine take cover behind a kitchen counter in the background, framed by stylized billowing smoke from the pot. on our left, fabian brandishes a wooden spoon at the pot in an en garde position. fabian is a half-elf with wavy, messy hair and an eyepatch over his right eye. he is wearing an apron over a tank top and a panicked grimace. on our right, adaine wields a ladle in the manner of a baseball player coming up to bat, squinting at the pot. adaine is a high-elf with a similarly messy bob of wavy hair and long ears pinned back in distress. she is also wearing an apron over her shirt; it's tied into a small bow at her back, partially obscured by the smoke. on adaine's head sits her familiar, boggy the froggy, a perfectly spherical frog wearing a collar. boggy glares at the pot, firmly in his "i don't like this" setting. the background is a solid peachy orange.

two: all six bad kids curled around each other in a sleepy, mid-study pile. each bad kid is filled in with an identifying colour in order to distinguish them from each other. fabian, a half-elf with wavy, slicked back hair wearing an eyepatch and a letterman jacket, is pale red. adaine, a high elf with wavy, bobbed hair wearing a wool-lined denim jacket, is pale blue. fig, a tiefling in a studded leather jacket with slightly curved horns and long, braided hair, is purple. riz, a small goblin in a newsboy cap, vest, slacks, dress shoes and dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, is yellow green. kristen, a human girl in a t-shirt with curly hair pulled back in a ponytail, is golden yellow. gorgug, a half-orc in a big hoodie with headphones slung around his neck, is pale green. they are all wearing matching woven friendship bracelets.

from left to right: gorgug is curled on his side, one arm pillowing his head and the other resting on the floor beside him. from where we stand we can see the top of his head and his shoulders. fabian hangs over gorgug, his head laid on his arms, which are laid on gorgug's waist and hip. his hands partially obscure his sleeping face. adaine is fully awake, seeming to be the only one left interested in studying. she looks down with an expression of mild annoyance on her face at fig, who is using her lap as a pillow. fig sleepily swats at adaine's book, a gesture meant to tell her to join the rest of them in napping. adaine only holds it up and away from her hand. riz sits against fig's torso, his knees pulled up to his chest and hands cradling a mug of coffee. his eyes are large and staring blanky into the depths of his mug; he is clearly on a caffeine high. kristen, fully asleep on her stomach, has one arm curled under her chin to support her head, the other extended to rest on her crystal, which buzzes slightly with a notification. an open book lays partially over her extended arm. her body is curved in such a way that she closes the loose circle of half-asleep kids. at the very center of them all sits boggy the froggy, a very spherical frog. his face is the picture of contentment. the background is a light shade of peach.]

[chickencat8]

I just want to wear all of the cool jackets and fuzzy sweaters

But the cold only lasts for..never

[ladykissingfish]

Highschool with the Akatsuki

*Modern-Day*

Hidan

Behavioral nightmare. Fidgets, drops things, disrupts others’ work, talks during study/quiet times. Has to be constantly reprimanded for his inappropriate jokes and foul language. Sent to the principal‘s office so much that he was asked his opinion when the man was choosing new carpeting. Most of his friends are exactly like him, so if they’re in the same class they have to be seated clear across the room from each other. Can be a good student when he TRIES; but doesn’t see the point in trying, so will just barely be passing his classes with C’s and D’s. Skinny jeans and Vans with open flannel shirts over white or black tank. Wears a necklace with strange symbol on it, when asked what it represents he’ll say “my religion” but won’t elaborate. In the bathroom between every class grabbing “a quick smoke”. Dyed his hair silver as a joke in the 6th grade, has kept it that way ever since.

Kakuzu

As serious as a heart attack, no matter the situation. Incredibly tall and with a stern face; is almost always mistaken for being the teacher by new kids. Has an impressive collection of “old-man” sweaters. The stingiest guy alive with a buck; will actually make you hand-write him an IOU slip over borrowing 50 cents for the vending machine. Decent in all subjects but a star in Economics. Has one or two “friends” but doesn’t seem particularly close to them (or anyone else for that matter). Doesn’t talk a lot in class but when he does it’s usually because he disagrees with a point the teacher is making, and he isn’t afraid to debate him or her until he’s acknowledged as being correct.

Deidara

Deidara is one of those people who needs constant stimulation to keep him engaged in whatever’s going on. Since school tends to involve a lot of tedious repetition, paying attention in class isn’t something he’s the best at. Most likely to “finish up” his homework assignments five minutes before class starts. Grades tend to fall in the B-/C+ range. The type to always pick a seat that’s in the back of the room and/or closest to the window. Has a sketchbook that he carries around with him wherever he goes. Style consists of ripped jeans over fishnets, combat boots, fingerless gloves, band t-shirts and oversized pullover hoodies. Super-long hair tied back in ponytail. One of the first (and only) people at school to *openly* identify as pansexual; gets asked out a lot but always declines everyone because dating “would interfere with his artistic process”. Doesn’t speak a lot in class unless the topic particularly interests him, in which case he will ramble on and on until politely stopped by the teacher. His table at lunch will always be full because others are drawn to his energy and charisma. The art room is his home away from home; on a first-name basis with the instructor.

Sasori

The smart, quiet kid. Tends to keep to himself and always appears to be in his own little world. Doesn’t ever seem to be paying attention in class, but when the teacher randomly calls on him, he has the right answer every single time. Always gets A’s but will get upset over a “low A” (in the 90-94% range). A good budgeter of time and will usually manage to get most of his homework done at lunch or during study hall. Has a (small) core group of friends and not looking to add to it anytime soon. Wears a lot of khakis and long-sleeved shirts or sweaters (even in the summer). Because of his organizational skills, technical mind, and proficiency in using tools, he excels in woodshop; often informally used by the teacher as an “assistant” to help other students with their projects. Absolutely hates gym (his small stature and delicate nature make physical exertion difficult for him); this will be the only class he doesn’t try for an A in, as he skips it as often as possible.

Itachi

Dear God, the girls ((and quite a few guys)) are crazy over this boy. Is thought of as being brooding, and mysterious ... and gut-wrenchingly handsome. Very quiet, rarely speaks in class, but when he DOES, it’s always something deep and profound. Top student grade-wise. Long dark hair and soulful eyes. Style is all black, distressed baggy pants with chains, long-sleeved band or anime shirts, boots, fishnet gloves, heavy silver bracelets and rings. Is polite to everyone but only has a handful of actual friends. Submits poems and short stories anonymously to the school paper; always gets published. Is occasionally persuaded by his teachers to volunteer as a student tutor; line will be literally out the door from people seeking his “help”. Has friends in the drama club so will go to every single school play to be supportive, even if all friend did was lighting or scenery.

Kisame

Tall and athletic; captain of the swim team. Isn’t the most handsome guy but popular because of his personality. Not really the best student, but keeps his grades up enough to be able to keep playing sports. Sweatpants, Nikes, and Letterman’s jacket. The type to step in when he sees somebody getting bullied. Has a secret love for Orchestra music and likes to sit outside the band room when it’s members have rehearsals. Friends with/friendly to absolutely everybody. Will go through more than one tray at lunch. Shines the brightest during gym class. Also a surprisingly good cook; will voluntarily take Home Economics as an elective and be one of the best bakers in the class.

Obito

Known around school as “that one guy with the mask”. Was apparently in a bad accident as a child that left the side of his face heavily scarred; adopted the practice of wearing solid-color face masks to cover damage. Teachers are made aware of his situation so no one ever tries to make him take it off; although he will do so at lunch, at a table of his close friends. Smart and articulate, everyone turns to look at him when he speaks in class. Tall and moves quickly (and silently); nobody ever knows he’s there until he’s right behind them. Dark jeans, boots and will always wear a leather jacket or trench coat, even on ridiculously hot days. Doesn’t laugh a lot but when he does, the sound of it could make anyone fall in love. A big eater of sweets; will always have some kind of candy on him that he will quietly slip beneath the mask and eat during class. When caught by teacher, will claim he had low blood sugar, and because he’s a good student otherwise he won’t be questioned further on it. The type to, at the beginning of the school year, sign up for a ton of after-school clubs, stay in them for a week, decide they’re boring, and duck out.

Zetsu

Oddball kid who sits by himself and talks to himself more than seems normal. Teachers have learned early on not to call on him in class, because he’ll just sit there and give them a silent, intent stare until they move on to someone else. Surprisingly good grades despite never talking/participating. Wears cargo shorts, T-shirts and sandals with socks, no matter the weather. Always goes outside in-between class periods; sometimes misses class altogether just to nap under a tree with his face in the sun. Eventually founds and is “captain” of the school’s gardening club; not many members but the ones that do join are very environmentally conscious, modern-day “hippies”.

Pein

Legitimately has like, 9000 piercings. There’s not an inch of this guys face that doesn’t have a shiny silver stud in it. Red and black seem to be the only colors in his wardrobe; lots of button-up shirts and zip hoodies. Has a ridiculously deep voice and is always super-intense, even when just hanging out with friends. In group projects, he’s always very quickly designated as the Leader. In his group of friends, it’s clear he’s the Leader. Not the best grades but above-average. Spends a lot of time with the blue-haired girl; it’s always rumored that they’re dating although both parties have claimed to be “just friends”. A terrifyingly persuasive arguer; joins and becomes star of the debate team within a week. The type to ask a very deep, pointed question during class and change the entire course of the teacher’s lecture.

Konan

The type to have a lot of close male friends but almost zero female ones. Tends to be the “mom” amongst her group. Excellent student, always the top marks in her class. A lot of admirers but always politely turns down potential suitors. Some piercings but nothing very extravagant. The school used to have a very strict rule about dying one’s hair “wild colors”, but she dyed hers blue and led a successful protest regarding freedom of expression. Her favorite class is literature, especially when they get to the Greek Mythology and Shakespeare units. Does origami as a hobby; when bored in class will sit and tear up bits of paper or napkins and create gorgeous little flowers. Clean and organized in every aspect EXCEPT for her locker, which is a (legendary) jumbled and unholy catastrophe.

[lilxberry]

Perfectly Oblivious - Zach Dempsey

Synopsis;

You are certainly oblivious to Zach’s feelings towards you, as he is with yours. A misunderstanding leads to a confession from both ends.

Warnings: lil bit of angst maybe, language, low-key slow burn. I dunno, Bryce lmao. May be shitty due to this being my first bit of writing.

Words: 3,139

Pairing: Zachery ‘Zach’ Dempsey x Reader

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With an aggravated groan, Y/N stretched her limbs out whilst throwing a deadly glare towards their phone, which continuously blared out the awful sound of their alarm. Exhaling a long, sleep ridden sigh, she threw her warm, comfy covers off and proceeded to remove their fatigued body from the mattress to turn off the overly annoying tone that continues to taunt them and start their day.

Finally turning off the alarm that so rudely awoke them from their dreamy slumber, Y/N notices the text from her best friend Tony, notifying them that he'll be there to pick them up to head to school in 15 minutes.

Which was sent 10 minutes ago.

"Shit."

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Just as Y/N finished running around like a headless chicken trying to get ready for their day at hell, ahem, I meant school, the purr of the famous 'stang accompanied with a quick double honk of the horn could be heard just down the driveway of their house, notifying her of Tony's arrival.

Quickly doing a mental checklist, she gave herself a small nod of approval and ran straight through the door, speedily locking it behind them and sprinting down to the car.

As Y/N reached the red, metallic stead, she noticed a certain leather jacket clad friend not so successfully hiding his amusement over his friends' rushing about. Playfully narrowing her eyes at the boy in the drivers seat whilst settling into the front, Y/N spoke in an unamused tone. "Shut up."

"I-wha-I didn't even say anything," he spluttered slightly whilst trying to keep from bursting out with laughter when replying to his friend whose appearance was slightly dishevelled. Starting the engine of his car back up, he smirked slightly as he pulled off, side-eyeing his company for the ride. "I see you've had a wonderful morning."

"Fucking brilliant," she replied, rolling her eyes, trying to hide her own amusement.

"Hey! Watch your fucking language, kid!" Within moments of Tony's reply, they simultaneously exploded with boisterous laughs, so much so that if Y/N threw her head back any further, their skull would be through the headrest of the car seat.

Soon calming down from the ridiculous early morning banter, Tony glances towards his best friend resting her elbow on the car door, dangling their arm out the window and enjoying the breeze, he smiles and speaks up, breaking the blissful silence. "Sooooo, when are you going to ask out Dempsey, huh?"

Y/N flushes slightly, a soft pink tint rising up her neck and onto her cheeks, the tips of her ears feeling uncomfortably hot. "I am NOT asking him out, I'll look like a damn idiot T." they reply, shaking their head vigorously. "It's just friendly banter and homework talk between us anyways, no actual indication that the tall bastard likes me."

"Tall, handsome, bastard." He blatantly 'corrects' her, as if stating a well known fact, which it most definitely is. Chuckling slightly, he continues. "You haven't seen the way he looks at you when you aren't paying attention. He's got it bad, baby and so do you. So God help me, if you don't do something soon, I sure as shit am going to interfere like you won't believe." he finishes, shaking his head slightly with slowly pulling into a parking spot in the lot at school.

Letting out an exasperated yet sad sigh, she grabs her bag and gets out of the car, waiting for her 'short-stack' pal to exit the vehicle himself before linking her arm around his and make their way towards the entrance of the school.

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As they walked through the doors together, arm in arm, they are greeted by the regular bustling school body of Liberty High, occupying both sides of the hallways as they either loiter or obtain their textbooks needed for their classes of the day.

Once further into the busy building, Tony and Y/N part ways and head to their respective lockers to collect their own books for the day. When Y/N reaches her locker, she feels a gaze upon her as she focuses on collecting her books. As she's about to close her locker, the one and only Zachary Dempsey  appears beside her with a blinding smile that makes her swoon and weak at the knees.

She meets his eyes and notices the bright shine behind them, filled with happiness but also a hint of something else she can't quite put her finger on. Brushing the thought off, she returns the smile, beaming just as brightly at the taller male.

She chuckles softly, containing a hint of amusement and nervousness as she greets him. "Hey Dempsey."

"Y/L/N."

"And what do I owe the pleasure of being graced by your immaculate presence?" She giggles softly at her over dramatized question.

Zach shares a small chuckle with the girl. He looks down slightly to hide the inevitable flush of colour to his face. Though she quickly notices, she neglects the idea to bring it up and the corners of her mouth turn upwards more so slightly, smiling to herself victoriously.

"Well I was wondering you'd allow me the honours of walking to class with you fair maiden." He replies in a cheeky tone, speaking with just as much of a dramatized tone, looking back up to meet the gaze of the girl in front of him again.

She snorts out in laughter but quickly flushes with embarrassment, eyes widening slightly at the action. As she avoids his gaze, nervously playing with her fingers in hope of it comforting her in her time of embarrassment, his smile widens, believing it's the most beautiful and quite possibly the cutest sound he has ever heard a human make in the entirety of his existence. He gazes upon her adoringly but of course, she doesn't notice.

Deciding to help her out, he stands from his leaning position against the locker and looks at her expectantly as he speaks. "Well m'lady, will you allow my to escort you to communications class?" He raises an eyebrow as she looks up at him with a soft smile, blushing even more profusely. She nods her head and finally closes her locker as she starts walking along side him. He smiles victoriously and slings his arm over her shoulders as they continue walking to class, pulling her into his side.

'This is going to be a great day', they both so happened to think to themselves as they head towards their destination for first period.

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As the weeks progressed, Y/N noticed a slight change within Zach's behaviour around her. First came the sweet, kind gestures like carrying her bag as they walk to class together, then the flirty comments, making her blush madly as she would smile up at the basket ball player. But then it soon developed to more shared touches, his fingertips lingering on her skin, goosebumps rising along her arms and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

His touch feather light and delicate, as if she was the most precious, fragile thing in the world, sending a tingle up her spine every time they came into contact.

Y/N also noticed the way his jaw clenched whenever she laughed at Foley's jokes or when she became engrossed in a conversation with Atkins and gave him her undivided attention. He wanted that attention so badly for himself but that's something she certainly didn't see.

All these actions between the two often put the thought of "Does he actually like me back?" into her mind but she is just as quick to dismiss them with a shake of her head.

Surely he only likes her as a friend. Right?

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Y/N was heading towards the parking lot to meet up with Tony, her ride home, when an ear studded Jeff in all his decked out in letterman jacket glory jogged up to her and slung an arm over her shoulders, taking the poor, unsuspecting girl by surprise and making her jump slightly.

Looking up, she meets Jeff's gaze and gleaming smile as he chuckles. "Jesus Jeff, you scared the shit out of me." She huffs and pauses momentarily, holding her hand over her heart before resuming with walking, Jeff still slung over her two shoulders.

"Sorry Y/N/N." he laughs boisterously at her pouty expression.

"We need to put a fucking bell on you or something so you can't sneak up on people like that." She suggests playfully.

Jeff continues to chuckle, responding with a small shake of his head in amusement. "Are you saying I'm a pussy, Y/N?" He retorts back, giving her a slight smirk. "I wanted to know if you're coming to the party tonight at Bryce's."

"Yeah, I'll be there. For some reason, Jess and Hannah are actually pretty excited for it so they're forcing me and Clay to go. They've even roped T into going too somehow." Rolling her eyes, she smiles up at the boy.

"Glad to hear it. I'll see you later then." He winks at her and starts to walk away when he shouts back with a mischievous glint in his eye. "AND WEAR SOMETHING SEXY!"

She laughs loudly as she finally gets to Tony's car and climbs in, throwing her back on to the back seat and heading home ready to start preparing for the party later that night.

Throughout their interaction, Zach watched the whole thing from his spot in the parking lot next to his car with furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw. His fists balled up so tightly by his sides that his knuckles turned a ghostly white. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. Jeff knew of his not so little crush on Y/N and wanted to know what he was playing at. hell, he encouraged him to ask you out most of the time.

One way or another, he was finally going to ask you out tonight at the party. 'Before someone else does first', he thought bitterly to himself.

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Y/N gives herself a final once over in her full body length mirror, admiring her outfits that accentuates her features perfectly without being to revealing and uncomfortable. She beams at the handy work of her hair that works beautifully with her outfit for the night. With a pleased smile and a nod of her head, she grabs her phone and heads downstairs to wait in the living room for Tony to finally pick her up.

As she waits on the sofa, viewing her friends snapchat stories, she notices a certain tall, dark haired basket ball player in the background of Monty's snap talking to who she deducts to be Jenny. She notes how blissfully happy he seems to be while Jenny grasps at his biceps, pushing her breasts up and towards his arm, obviously flirting immensely.

With a disheartened huff, she locks her phone and continues waiting for her friend in silence.

'I knew he didn't like me, she's obviously his type'. Her saddening thoughts consumed her mind until the familiar rumble of an engine snapped her out of her revere. She grabbed her phone, making sure she had everything she needed before heading out the door, locking it behind her and hopping into the car, NOT looking forward to watching her long time crush have a girl hang off his arm all night like the worlds most irritating koala ever.

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Walking into the party, the music reverberated throughout the room, adding a thumping pressure on her chest. The music pounding loudly in her ears, she heads towards the kitchen, ready to have her first taste of alcohol that night, which will hopefully help her avoid him.

Upon entering the kitchen, Bryce, who was surrounded by a few other jocks, including Scott and Monty, took notice of Y/N and beckoned her over with a loud greeting and use of her name.

She looked up at the boy and gave him a small, sheepish smile. "Hey Walker." She may not like him greatly but she sees no harm in being civil as he did so too.

"Glad to see you came." He gave her a slight smirk, pulling his bottom lip in-between his teeth.

"Looking good Y/L/N!" Monty complimented loudly over the high volume of the music, giving you a once over with his eyes, looking you up and down. Scott seemingly doing the same.

"Uh, thanks guys." She flushes, more so from feeling uncomfortable under the stares of the jocks she had no interest in sticking around by. "I'm just gonna-uh-get a drink." She gives a tight lipped smile as she squeezes past and gains access to the beverages.

Finally finishing grabbing a drink, she makes haste towards the backyard where she assumes her friends would be. She unfortunately didn't find her friends and was greeted to the sight of a overly tipsy Zach playing beer pong with irritatingly loud Jenny cheering him on. Y/N rolls her eyes at the sight and speedily heads towards the opposite end of the yard.

Sighing, she sits on one of the few sun loungers surrounding the pool, starring sombrely into the amber liquid in her red solo cup. If the drink was a few shades darker, it would be like staring into his eyes, the eyes she wished would look at her filled with love and adoration.

Taking a big gulp, she chances a glance over towards where they had set up the game of beer pong, hoping to get a peek at the guy in question, although she didn't know whether she would like what she'd see.

To her surprise, Zach was already looking over in her direction with a sour face to match her mood. She quickly glanced back down, returning to glare and her drink in hand before taking another big gulp. She felt his gaze burn holes into her and she shifted uncomfortably.

Without so much as a warning, Zach had apparently made his way over without her noticing and sat down beside her on the sun lounger, startling her slightly.

"Hey." she greeted softly, fiddling with her nearly empty cup, basking in the awkward atmosphere, feeling the air surrounding them thick with tension.

"So, where's Jeff?" He questioned bitterly, causing her to furrow her eyebrows in confusion towards the boy sat beside her.

"What? Why would I know where Jeff is?" The confusion she's experiencing crystal clear in her tone of voice just as much as her expression, staring at the boy quizzically.

His jaw clenches slightly and he downs the rest of the liquid within his cup. Sighing heavily as he turns his body towards her, he has an unreadable expression on his own perfectly sculpted face, causing her to frown. "Because you're dating. Or are you messing with his feeling just like fucking mine." He snaps at her slightly. You open and close your mouth repeatedly, shocked by what you're hearing. Before you can ask what he means, he continues, slurring slightly from his consumption . "Yanno, I really like you, like really like you but you clearly just love messing guys around and fucking with their heads. First you lead me on, then you claw your way to Jeff. You've probably lead on half of the fucking school. You're just a bitch like the...rest..."

Zach trails off as he sees the tears building up and threaten to spill from your eyes at any second and he realises what he's done. He shakes his head vigorously with a sad expression upon his. "I-I-I didn't..I didn't mean that...I-I'm sorry..."

He kneels in front of her, taking Y/N's small hands into his larger ones and kisses her knuckles repeatedly, muttering apologies, so quietly that she barely hears them escape his mouth.

"Wh-uh-why wou-would you say tha-at?" She hiccups as she questions his hurtful words. She sniffles slightly and allows some of her tears to fall and roll down her cheek. The sight breaks Zach's heart and he berates himself in his head for hurting such a sweet and an amazing person. In truth, he knew she did nothing wrong but with his overthinking combined with his alcohol consumption, he couldn't help himself.

"I'm an idiot, I don't know, I am SOOOO sorry." He brings his hands up to cup her cheeks and wipe her tears away gently with the pads of his thumbs. "I've definitely ruined my chances now, huh?" He chuckles dryly, a lump forming in his throat.

She looks up at him shocked, cheeks stained with tears that slowly start to dry up. She sniffles and gives him and incredulous look, shaking her head. "You've got to be kidding me." She chuckles softly at his confused expression. "Do you know how long I've wanted to be with you. Jesus fucking Christ Zach. I thought you didn't like me so I sure as shit didn't make a move. I thought we were just friends with weird interactions and banter." She shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands as she lets out a small frustrated groan.

Zach removes her hands from her face and smiles up at her. "How could you seriously not realise that I like you? I made it way too painfully fucking obvious." He lets out a breathy laugh as he slowly moves closer to you. "You are so perfectly oblivious, you know that right?"

Y/N flushes a light pink as she giggles softly, slowly meeting him halfway, alternating between looing into his eyes and staring longingly at his lips.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, barely above a whisper, afraid that he would ruin the moment if his voice raised a decibel higher.

Without answering, she closes the gap, pushing her soft, plump lips on to his slightly chapped ones, savouring the moment between the two. She slowly moves her hands up and around to the back of his neck, playing with the hair on his nape as his left cupped her cheek and right gently held on to her waist.

Cheering and wolf whistles sounded not too far to the side of them near the house. Breaking apart slightly, the two saw a small gathering of their friends being over excited about their kiss. Y/N caught sight of Tony and he sent her a cheeky, sly wink. She giggled softly as Zach shook his head, trying to hide his beaming grin.

"Yeah! Get some Dempsey!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BRYCE!" Everyone simultaneously shouted altogether, silencing the perverted party host.

Y/N and Zach go back to looking at each other, both of their eyes filled with adoration for the other sat in front of them. The share a cheek splitting grin before leaning in a sharing a final kiss before Zach stands up and extends his arm out, offering his hand to Y/N. "Come on m'lady, I think we need another drink."

_______________ . . . . . Okay, so I know this wasn't the best, I honestly didn't know where I was going with this. I'll probably be able to formulate a better story if I have an idea on what my story is actually going to be about lmao But seriously, if you've read this, then thank you. I'll be uploading as often as I can (when I'm not swamped with college work), and that means I'll slowly improve. I'd love to get some requests. I can work on them in my spare time and I think it'll be fun to see what others want.

Constructive criticism is gladly welcomed :D

[pigeonwithapen]

Image ID: A digital drawing of three people standing together, posing like someone is taking their photo. In the foreground, there is a short chubby, Korean woman (Hara) winking with her tongue sticking out, holding up a piece sign in one hand and a phone with a tiger print phone case in the other. She has glittery gold eyeshadow and a long ponytail held by a blue, pink, and white hairband. Behind her is a tall fat white man with an impressive dark brown beard (Mischa). He has heavily lidded eyes and dark circles that make him look tired. He has a red letterman jacket with a sewed on patch of a cutesy blue, pink, and white bear. Next to Mischa, propping his elbow on his shoulder, is a tall, thin Black man smiling warmly (River). He has a goatee and his hair is in protective braids that are undone and puffed out at the back of his head. He's wearing a gold dangly earring, the stud shaped like a crown that attaches to a little metal lion by a chain. He has two metal beads in his braids, one a shiny silver and the other with the trans flag on it. End ID

*Jazz hands at my own dang characters*

[itsthemysterykids]

How do their tastes evolve while they’re at college?

Coraline: Starts wearing her hair in curls/Crop hoodies/Small backpack for purse/Platform boots (‘Cuz she short)/Would probably wear constellation jewelry/Black lipstick

Wybie: Skeleton to Cyborg/Cyber goth/Still wears black, but adds some electric colors (Mainly blue)/Transitions from his jacket to hoodies and sleeveless denim jackets/Would style his hair in dreadlocks or cornrows

Norman: I oddly see him wearing pastels in the future/Pastel goth/Trying a new hairstyle/Studded jewelry/Boots in any weather/Wears Wybie’s skeleton gloves which he made fingerless/Would paint his nails black

Neil: Get more fit and starts wearing athleisure wear/Letterman jackets for every day of the week/Black jeans/Sneaker collection/Wristbands/Main colors are orange and blue

Dipper: Turtlenecks/Flannel shirt as a jacket/Denim jacket with fur lining/Skinny jeans/Beanies/Brown doc martens/He looks like a freaking hipster and is never seen without coffee

Mabel: Norman’s partner in Pastels/Sundresses with fun patterns/Wears leggings under dresses/Legwarmers/Converse with colorful laces/Single braid with different accessories

Lili: Floral blouses with black shorts/Sandals/Butch haircut with fem clothing/‘Save the Earth’ & ‘Go Green’ shirts/Bohemian style/Flower crowns/Main colors are cherry red and black

Raz: Short-sleeve button up shirts with colorful vests/Loose ties/Ripped black jeans/Switches from aviator helmet to just a pair of goggles/Converse/Would probably wear lokai bracelets

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