Might I dare ask @wannaeatramyeon to judge me, cuz you barely write such type of genre (my bad if you have)
Okay, jokes aside I'm nervous cuz I'm high on sleep deprived in the ungodly hours of night and don't know what I'm doing. Hope i don't regret this.
Masterlist!
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The sky has been radiant lately.
Sometimes, he feels a bounce in his steps like a little boy devoid of any worries.
Adrenaline and serotonin have been excessive in his system as of late that sometimes he's dizzy.
School's been more fun to attend to. There's something he has to look forward to.
His face muscles ache with having been smiling like miniac for the past few days. Actually, for some time now.
Jake wonders why.
" sup " fingers snap before his eyes making him blink
" Why so unusually quiet? Yer words out on vacation or something?" You ask chewing on the straw of your chocolate milk as you squat beside him on the stairway
Oh geez, there goes his face muscle stretching even though he tries against it. Not that he's actually trying.
" Ahh! got me blushing " he teased, " being so observant of me might give me some ideas "
" My bad. Kindly go back to your previous state " you deadpan
" Aww, no need to be shy~ " he leaned closer only to get smacked on the shoulder by a frowning you
" ouch is this how you treat the boy you like " he feingned being hurt, holding his shoulder as if it was some fatal wound
" That. " You start, packet in your hand crumpling " for the last time, was a friggin dare " you hiss, eyes narrowed
" hmm mhm and I'm deaf " he says humming at the wall, lips jutted in a small pout
" ugh " you seriously consider fatally smacking him on the head
" Go get a check up" you say getting up & stretching " being delulu could be hazardous mentally y'see "
" would you look at that? Pot calling the kettle back? What times we are in " He grins, glancing up at you, and eyebrow arched
" Hope you trip in front of everyone during pe " you turn on your heels
" You wish" he smirks " by the way "
You look over your shoulder
" Don't forget, y'know after school "
You nod and walk away like the diva you are, making him sigh dreamily. He feels his heart racing, thinking about the moment he's been waiting forever.
..............
Crap! I'm late
Jake sprints across the ground with curious classmates & fangirls watching his disappearing figure
He looks hot even with all the sweat. Maybe even hotter
Having pe as the last class could be quite the hassle at times, he swears.
Finally reaching the class, he swings his bag over his shoulder and hurries back. To the corridors, through the stairs till he's only a few steps before the rooftop door.
He stops, catching his breath. Looks at his phone to check his looks. All good.
Then reaches out in his bag for a small wrapped present with your favourite little bouquet attached to it
Thank goodness it's not ruined
His heart drums loudly with his cheeks burning. Chaos reigns over his system, has been ever since you.
Closing his eyes, he collects himself for another moment and steps into the rooftop, adrenaline rushing in his veins.
He hears your voice and butterflies start to rage violently in his stomach.
He walks, beaming like the sun as your voice gets louder
Oh?!
There's someone besides you?
He realizes as he nears a turn, which fades his smile a bit.
Halt.
His eyes widen.
Samuel??
There's no way he could mistake this voice, not in a millian years. He peeks
You happily chatter away with a Samuel who's looking at you softly. Jake feels wierd, feeling he discovered a hidden part of Samuel. Hell, even you aren't acting like the way you are.
Acid bubbles pop in Jake's tummy.
Samuel leans against the railings, a little closer to you with a hand in his pocket. Then bends a little towards your face, a little more, then more, then more, eyes your lips for a split second and captures it with his own.
Jake hears something shattering and the feeling of doom comes crashing down on him. His chest tightens along with his throat stinging and stomach aching.
He slowly retreats, dazed, but has to lean on the wall for support. His breathing is laboured. It didn't hit him but his eyes were blurry, only realising when his cheeks felt wet, along with the fact that his present was crumpled in his hands.
He gazes at his hands then quickly straightens up, wiping his tears and walking back the way he came from, shoving the present into his backpack.
Ding!
Hopefully mine❤️: Jake, wassup? Aren't you coming?
Me: I'm really sorry but I'm feeling a little under the weather. You can go home.
Sorry again for making you wait.
It's a while before you respond.
Y/n: oh
no problem ig.
take care Jake. See you around
Me: yea. Next time
He stares at the basketball ground he unconsciously ended up at. His head bent low, being supported by his interlocked fingers.
Then out of the blue, he laughs, more like low chuckle how much more pathetic could I be
he laughs and laughs. Laughs even as tears roll down. When was the last time his eyes stung like this? He didn't remember
There's a distinct racket. His friends.
His tears dry up and he immediately puts on a facade of nonchalance even though he's still thinking about you.
draco malfoy looked at me with his peircing blue eyes."wheres harry" he barked. harry's hooooooooooooooooome came a voice. a pause. NO. HARRY'S HOUSE. my face contorted beautifully, "what does that mean?" dracos face paled "ITS AN ALBUM..HARRYS IN DANGER."
oh sorry i dont listen to music by british people, draco said. "yeahh ok fair" i muttered "podcasts are a fair game though"
"Yeah but HARRY!! We gotta save him."
"ok..put on your platform shoes..well need some height if we are to acheive this."
why. is hairy on a mountain. as if. bitch is too weak
draco grimaced. "the distance from him...its making me weak..youll need to carry me."
sorry i don't carry british people, i said. die cunt. yeah i know you love cunts out there
"but im gay..."draco looked at me with big sad puppy eyes.
and you dont even like boys, i muttered. fine. ill carry you. to HELL. and then i yanked his white hair and pulled out his eye socket and jumped on him yelling STOMP ON THE BARBIE and licked his blood. it tasted so good. it tasted like kaju katli if it were made of ant piss. uh. AH, draco moaned. and then i ate his heart. i ate his heart TEN TIMES.(he had it coming)
THANK YOU harry yelled. i always wanted to eat his heart.
nah its mine bitch i said. flipping him off. you want me to eat your heart also.
"NOO" harry collapsed in pain and sadness and dies on the spot.
can y'all tell me if this is good/what i should change bc i'm conflicted i wrote it while very sleep deprived last night
Butterfly Pt. 2
A silver chill
Winter approaches
Faster than i'd hoped
I'm lost
Nowhere to go
The snow blinding me
as it falls, harsh on my wings
I'm nearly knocked out of the sky
When i spot something down below
A familiar flash of green
I know what I must do
Though it won't be easy
I spiral down
Foreseeing my doom
Falling right into
The jaws of the venus flytrap
Once more
Jughead doesn’t sleep a lot. He is a night owl with little time for rest. Too much to do in so little time. Sleeping doesn’t suit him.
Archie on the other hand, sleeps easily for 8 hours a piece. He has perfected the rigid schedule which allows him to rest for all the time he needs.
Somehow, their patterns never disturbed the other.
Jughead enjoys the silent company of his sleeping friend while he writes in the early hours. Archie takes comfort in seeing Jughead collapsed on his bed on sunny afternoons.
It just works.
