fire (jughead jones x reader)


pairing: jughead jones x reader

word count: 1139

request: Hiya! Love your blog! Maybe a jughead one where he is dating you but is more in love with Betty than he is with you. He tells you this and just a lot of angst. Thanks!!

warning: there’s a curse word in this, if anyone cares. also this is super depressing, yikes, sorry.

On that fateful day, there were three things you knew for certain.

The first, was that you were in love with Jughead Jones.

You really wish you could just say it was a stupid, teenage infatuation— a high school boyfriend that was nothing serious, but every time you looked at him you felt something that you couldn’t even place into words. Every time you saw his face in the hallways, pictures, down the street, in the distance, or up close— your heart would light up in some way. You remembered that looking at him when you first met felt like your heart was full of Christmas lights. You remembered very clearly, the feeling of sitting across from him at Pop’s, each of you doing your own thing, but sometimes you would look up at him and notice how beautiful he looked when he was concentrating: blue eyes reflecting computer screen colors, biting his soft lip harshly. Even worse, when he looked up at you and smiled.

You couldn’t help it: he was your first everything. Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, first everything. Sure, he was not the first person to call you beautiful, but he was the first person who made you believe it. He would often find you sitting on the roof of his tiny room at the drive-in, crying. You would always say it was because of the movie, but he would always know when it wasn’t. He would bring his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb wiping a stray tear away. He gave you such a fierce look of sincerity in his eyes when he said it, “You’re so beautiful,” it was impossible not to believe him.

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  • armin: mr. ackerman, why do you look more stressed than usual?
  • levi: well, you see, i'm waiting for ms. zoë to tell me if i have to chaperone any of you little shits on some overnight trip to florida this summer
  • armin: well do you want to go?
  • levi: PFF no
  • hange: *bursts into room* LEEEEVIII I HAVE GREAT NEWS FOR YOUU
  • levi: oh dear god please tell me i'm not-
  • levi: god FUCKING dammit

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.


Daenerys Targaryen and Stannis Baratheon + parallels ♦ requested by aglimpseofazorahai

whilst playing never have i ever
  • armin: never have i ever read kinky sex
  • everyone else: *takes a shot of apple juice*
  • armin: guys what the hell

I’m on the same page as everyone else with the “wouldn’t get rid of the Arms Outstretched scene for the whole world” because honestly, it was just… so good. It continues to be a huge, defining moment of the series, and I love the imagery of the three of them hanging onto each other in the face of incredible odds.

At the same time, though, I just keep imagining Magnus and Kravitz together in the Astral Plane. And Magnus is just regaining lost memories the entire time, getting distracted every two minutes because “I can’t believe I forgot about the Power Bear, the Power Bear was awesome!”

Kravitz just sighs and takes out another enemy. He’s not even going to ask. He asked about the judges and he almost got stabbed in the back because Magnus wouldn’t stop talking and cover him. Plus the idea of enormous judge-creatures looming overhead was frankly terrifying and Kravitz doesn’t need more terrifying things to think about.

Kravitz doesn’t listen to much more of what Magnus says until he overhears Taako’s name. Magnus is muttering about someone named Lup. “Did they ever find her? Fuck, I don’t think they ever found her. Taako’s gonna be so pissed.”


“Taako’s twin sister.”

And, well, okay. That sounds like the kind of thing that would’ve come up by now, they’d been on a few dates and Kravitz was pretty sure he could already see their relationship being something permanent

“He doesn’t remember her.” A pause. “He’s gonna be so pissed.” Kravitz has to agree with that assessment.

Magnus suddenly stops talking at one point, and the attack has slowed a little, so Kravitz takes notice. Magnus is frowning, but before Kravitz can ask, Magnus is looking at him. “I know why our death counts were so high.” Kravitz waits for him to elaborate; Magnus explains, and it’s horrifying. It’s the apocalypse, it’s a different kind of death than the one that Kravitz knows, and it’s already here. And something else occurs to Kravitz.

“Taako’s out there.”

Magnus agrees. “Everyone’s out there.”

(Which might be the same thing, but now isn’t the time to think about that.)

Kravitz takes a deep breath and spins the scythe back in position for attack. Magnus echoes the movement with his lance. “Guess we’d better get back out there too, then.”

at the 1x12 wedding
  • Jace: Kiss him! Kiss him!
  • Alec (voice over): Except Jace didn't say "kiss."
  • Silent Brother: Jonathan, you need to leave. Now.
  • Jace, indignant: This is outrageous. Who the kiss are you?

anonymous asked:

FS + 85 “It doesn’t bother me.” Please and thank you!

Hey there, anon! Here’s “It doesn’t bother me,” inspired by this fantastic fanart by @captainironnerd​!

Jemma opens one eye, taking a deep breath only when she sees that it really is him in her arms. She’s bone tired, of course, but she finds herself drifting in and out of sleep with a need to see the curve of his ear or the rise and fall of his cheekbones as he breathes. Her hands lay directly over his chest, and the drumming of his heart provides an all-encompassing relief more powerful than sleep. She selfishly hugs him tighter and releases the air from her lungs.

He is breathing.

His heart is beating.

He is here.

He is hers.

There may be a day when she takes this for granted. One day, she’ll be so used to waking up tangled in him that it will simply be a part of her morning routine, that they will wake up and smile at each other with no need to hold on tight. Maybe they’ll simply continue living the life they built together without worrying that it will all fall apart. 

Today, though, she treasures these golden moments when the sky isn’t falling, when he is Fitz and she is Simmons. They’ve been separated too many times but together, they make something magnificent.

She feels him begin to stir, knowing he is squinting against the sunlight even though she can’t see him. His body must be heavy from sleep and warm from being wrapped up in her, as even her ice bucket hands have melted into him. His hand covers hers where it lays on his chest, and he groans.

“Can we stay here?”

She’s not sure if he’s talking to her or just talking in his sleep, so she buries her face into his neck and waits.

“I know you made your plans,” he mumbles, “but we can finish tomorrow.”

Realization dawns on her as she lets her world grow wider than the two of them and this bed, until it encompasses the mountain of boxes that lay at their feet. There’s a similar mountain in each room of their new flat, each one a carefully-labeled stack that is to be dismantled in a pre-determined sequence. It was a different Jemma who made that plan, one who was so fixated on securing their future that she lost her grip on their present. As sound as the plan may be, it doesn’t account for exhaustion or naps, and it certainly doesn’t anticipate her current need to hold on to this moment as tightly as she’s holding on to him. If she’s learned anything in the past few years, it’s that some plans are meant fall into ruins.

“It doesn’t bother me,” she whispers into his ear, and it really doesn’t. She has a timetable, but this is bigger than time. “We can sleep if you want.”

“I do,” he groans, now hugging the arms that are hugging him. “Just a little bit longer.”

She smiles into his neck as she feels him slip back into his dreams, wishing at once that she could go with him and stay here, cherishing each moment she has at the same time she yearns for a thousand more.

How she could ever take this for granted, she doesn’t know. Maybe they’ll stay like this, but maybe their edges will soften until they can hold each other close without the fear of getting ripped away. Maybe their wounds will heal into the kinds of scars that make them stronger. For now, she will let herself have both the things she wants, snuggling even closer to him as she dreams about the future they’ll have. 

She closes her eyes and lets a vision unfold before her, letting their flat get covered in vines as it grows large enough to stand on its own. Sleep marches towards her to the beat of his heart, and as her body gets heavy, she knows this may be another plan destined for change.

But as she breathes in his scent, reveling in him as her dreams overtake her, she finds that this doesn’t bother her, either.

After all, everything she wants is already in her arms.