I-knew-you-were-up-to-no-good

Okay but if Keith knew Shiro had a crush on Allura, do you think he talked about it while he and allura were alone in the pod??

Imagine if Keith were trying to play wingman for Shiro, except he was really bad at it

“So… Shiro’s arm… it’s pretty cool… it could light up someone’s world.”

“Did you see how sweaty shiro was in training; it was moist.”

“He’d make a great father, even if his kids are half alien from a species he had only learned about less than a month ago.”

Or alternately: Keith being a little shit

“Once, when I was 15, Shiro got mad at me and locked me in the bathroom and the lock broke so I was stuck there for an entire day. He was so sorry he cried for three hours straight.”

I stopped shaving my legs every other day
I stopped only eating citras and drinking a gallon of water a day
I started smoking weed with my friends
I stopped bringing my phone with me to Temple, to coffee houses, to record stores, to concerts
I stopped ignoring my family and started baking cookies and pancakes with bananas and nuts and apples
I’ve made 32 pancakes since Friday,
I’ve burnt 13 but I’m getting there
I won’t let you burn me anymore I’m so fucking sick of flames
Turns out I don’t get off on pain
I don’t get off on being treated like a toy
I do not enjoy having a collection of sticky notes covered in conversation topics because you never held up your end
It’s true that one person always loves more but the other side needs to give something
You knew this would happen I have to go for my own self respect
I should’ve known when you stopped sending good morning texts
Or when your texts didn’t come at all until
late at night
When your words were always about sex
Maybe I should have turned my phone off or blocked your number when you told me about the first girl
Or the second or the third
But I thought you were worth it that I’d never find a better guy
You always listened you respected my boundaries
It’s probably easy when you have six other girls who will give you what I protect
I’m not picking up this time
I’m not checking your timeline I’m not listening to your music
I’m not dying my hair your favorite color or getting a tattoo
You
You don’t deserve my kind of love
Not from me,
You deserve a quiet love that won’t take up too much time
You killed me over and over again
You wasted and
disrespected me without even noticing
My heart has been replaced with beetles and old peach pits but soon
You won’t live there anymore to poison my wood
Flowers will bloom in my brain once again
Watered by my own love and confidence
Planted by me for me
You will never see them
Lilacs and roses were my favorite before you
Fuck your daisies you’re the one who cut them down
—  I Always Grow Back
Ruby Rose’s Letter

“Hey, sis.

I hope my letters have been reaching you and Dad. I know written stuff has never been super reliable, but… I guess it’s all we’ve got these days. Anyways, in case you haven’t been getting them, I want to say… I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I know you told me it was a reckless idea, and after everything I’ve been through, I can definitely say you were right.

“It’s been hard, hard on all of us, and I’m not just talking about the monsters we’ve fought out here. Every step we made took us further and further away from the things we knew, and every morning, we woke up wondering if just over the next hill would be something good… or something terrible. It’s scary, not knowing what’s going to happen next. And the things we do know now - just how bad it can get - almost makes it all worse.

“You told me once that bad things just happen. You were angry when you said it, and I didn’t want to listen. But you were right; bad things do happen. They happen all the time… every day. Which is why I’m out here. To do whatever I can, wherever I can, and hopefully, do some good.

“We’ve all lost something. I’ve seen what loss can do to people. But if we gave up every time we lost, then we’d never be able to move forward. We’d never have a chance to see whatever beautiful things the future might have waiting for us. We’d never have the strength to change, whether it’s ourselves, or the world around us. And we’d never be there for other people, who one day, might be lost without us. This is what we were training for, Yang - to become Huntresses. To be the ones stand up, and do something about all the bad in the world… because there are plenty of people out there who are still lost, and even more who will try to gain everything they can from their sorrow.

“Believe me when I say I know it can feel impossible. Like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. But we have to try… if not for us, then for the people we’ve already… for the people we haven’t lost yet. 

“I miss you so much. I miss Weiss and Blake, too. But I think you’d all be proud to know I made it to Mistral. All of us did. And we even ran into Uncle Qrow along the way. He’s going to take us to see Professor Lionheart, the headmaster of Haven Academy. And he told us some things you’re going to want to hear - things I can’t trust will make it to you in this letter. But maybe if you joined us, he could tell you himself. With Beacon gone, they’ll need Dad at Signal more than ever. I know you need to focus on yourself before I can expect you to come out with me, but it sure would be great to get Team RWBY back together again.

“Until next time, your loving sister.” 

tbh i think fishlegs knew what was up when he interrupted hiccstrid at the stairs to the great hall

i mean just look at his reaction, he genuinly didn’t expect that

and when hiccup and astrid quickly parted he understood that they didn’t want anyone to know (yet) so he pretended to think they were doing something entirely else

and then the suggestive “carry on, you two”

conclusion: fishlegs knew but being a good friend he gave his friends their space

sounds for the houses:

Gryffindor:

  • the quiet crackle of fire in a warm room
  • her laughter after you finally kissed her
  • the first bird of the morning in a tent you set up by yourself
  • a train rolling by 
  • “i knew you could do it”
  • fall leaves underfoot
  • the soft padding of a wildcat
  • a tornado that’s too close for comfort
  • yelling yourself hoarse
  • hoofbeats

Hufflepuff:

  • the quiet chime of the oven timer 
  • shifting your legs in clean bedclothes
  • lazy summer afternoons, cicadas in the distance
  • “i’ll wait for you.”
  • her happy gasp when she sees you
  • the shush of ribbon around a giftbox
  • sifting flour
  • an empty echo in a dark canyon
  • drumrolls
  • purring

Slytherin:

  • the tapping of long nails on good wood
  • waves on a pebble shore
  • a crowd chanting your name
  • “you were right.”
  • her happy sigh when you pull her closer
  • the soft shush of a dancer’s feet 
  • good shoes clicking on tile floors
  • wolfpack howls
  • the silence of a snowy midnight 
  • a good engine idling

Ravenclaw:

  • rain on windowpanes
  • old leather creaking
  • the quiet strum of a guitar
  • quietly whispered poetry
  • good coffee machines
  • a paintbrush on fresh canvas
  • “that’s an incredibly good idea”
  • footfalls on library carpets
  • the inhale of her breath when she ducks her nose into an old book
  • wingbeats
The truth is, I was never able to breathe when we were together. Love is supposed to care for you and be there for you every step of the way but sometimes it’s just too much and I needed to be on my own. I knew that if I brought this up, he would manage to convince me to stay, I was never able to tell him no, he got me under his spell. So I just left and took my first breath after ages. It felt good as first but also really lonely, so I started to rebuild my life, with someone new. It was a good and simple life, something I needed in a long time but fate or whatever you’d like to call it pushed me once again offshore and towards him. I took one look at him and my good and simple life seemed like a joke to my eyes, like it didn’t belong to me. Because I was his and he was mine even though we pretended to be something else for all these years.”
“We never had a closure. I just woke up one day, she became so cold all of a sudden. And everything became so messed up. She didn’t tell anything, but her departure says it all. I was caught off-guard because I have learned to live my life with her. It took me years to rebuild myself. I haven’t picked my broken pieces because I know, it was all about her. I managed to step on it and inflict pain on myself in order to wake up. God knows how hard I tried to save myself and survive. I was lost that made me desperate enough to find a new light. I even burned bridges so I wouldn’t look back and walk to my past again. Those were the miserable years of my life. I have managed to surpass the storm. But unfortunately, life didn’t give a warning that storms could be back. I thought everything would remain calm. After all those years, she’s sitting in front of me right now; I hate how universe give us the opportunity to bump into each other again. It’s been five long years. I know everything changed, but as I look to her, it feels like I’m ready to risk and be fooled again.
—  How I Met My Lost Star by @giulswrites and @baekebyan

whoa okay so how do you think that conversation went when RJ went back to their boys with newfound gender identity knowledge

because ten to one Stephen and Ollie and Johnny were like “oh my god WHAT IF I’M NOT A BOY WE HAVE TO TEST THIS” and they all spent days trying different pronouns to see if it Felt Right and poring over RJ’s zine and Having Revelations

Stephen DEFINITELY whipped out a dress and threw it on, like, immediately because “gendered clothing is a conspiracy I ALWAYS KNEW IT” and Johnny went around spreading the word that RJ’S PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM, IT’S A THING, LOOK IT UP KIDS, I’M BEING DISRUPTIVE FOR A GOOD CAUSE THIS TIME MISS BAXTER, and god help you if you forgot and misgendered RJ, Ollie would LOOM, they all fought so many kids that week

And eventually all three were like “sorry dude I think I’m still a boy” and RJ was like “obviously that is okay” and it took them all a little while to unlearn subconscious things 

BUT 

that’s how Johnny got his heart shirt! because he saw it in a store or something and for ½ a second was like “nope I’m not allowed to wear that it’s a girl shirt” and then he remembered “oh right clothing is arbitrarily constructed symbols and gender stereotypes are fascism and my friends will love me no matter what” and so he took the shirt

and Stephen sometimes still wears dresses

Studio Sex

Namjoon x reader

theme: namjoon is working on his music in the studio and he is stressed out so you help him relax ;)

requested by: bts-is-love-exo-is-life

type: smut, angst

word count: 2580


‘When are you coming home?’

I don’t know baby, I’m still at the studio. I’ll text you when I head back home.’

You sighed, putting your phone down on the couch next to you. This was starting to get really annoying.
Namjoon was constantly at the studio, and yes you knew it was his job, he had to be there, he had to work.
But you started to feel like you were not as important anymore.

Even though he showered you with kisses almost every time he saw you, stayed with you up late when he had to get up early, you weren’t being intimate as much as before.
(Idk im not good at English)

You were selfish, you wanted him all the time and you were not denying it.
Sometimes you even felt like your neediness started to annoy him so you were scared that he was going to drift away because of that.

Usually you’d keep texting him and calling him, which was probably not a good idea, but tonight you decided to try leave him alone.

After what seemed like hours, when it was actually half an hour you texted him again.

Namjoon, I need you. When are you done with work?

He didn’t reply. So you waited a bit- until you texted again.

‘I wish you were here..

You were disgusted by yourself and by your selfishness. Couldn’t you just drop it?
No, because you were a needy, annoying bitch.
You kept texting him.

Again, no reply.
Now you decided to call.

You honestly expected him not to answer but instead, he picked up immediately.

“Namjo-“you started purring.

”(Y/N)! Can you stop already? You texted me a million times asking when I’ll be home, I don’t know! I’m working! I do this for a living (Y/N) and I can’t always be there when you feel like it! I’m trying hard to balance our relationship with work! So stop being so needy goddammit!“

And then he hung up.

He hung up on you.

And he yelled at you.
Namjoon never did that. He was never this mad at you.
Your hands were shaking and you didn’t know what to do next. You had a scary feeling you were not gonna see him tonight at all.

You hated yourself for this. How could you be like that when you knew about everything that he said? You knew how hard he tried and you still wanted more. You could not stop yourself. Ever.

Not even now.

So you put on your shoes and took your car keys.

________________________

Opening the door without knocking you stepped into the studio quietly trying not to catch his attention.

You could see him sitting by the computer, papers scattered all around the table, his back turned to you.

He seemed really stressed.
He was messing with his hair, sighing, shaking his head no while listening to the beat through his headphones.
His foot was tapping on the floor and his hand was scratching on the table lightly.

You decided not to call for him.
So you just stepped forward and touched his shoulder gently.

He turned around quickly, not knowing what was happening, but when he saw who it was his face changed.

Sighing, he took his headphones off and raised an eyebrow at you.

”(Y/N), what the hell are you doing here right now?“

He turned around in his chair completely, now facing you.

You stepped back, not knowing what to say exactly.
His gaze was confusing you. Making you stutter.

"I just..”

He still held his eyebrow up, waiting for an answer.
You felt small under that look he was giving you. The feeling was not pleasant at all.

“I just wanted to say sorry-”

“And you couldn’t do that over text?"he snapped at you.

You didn’t know what to say to that. Actually you weren’t planning what to say at all. You just drove all the way to the studio to see Namjoon.
And you had no idea what to do now.

Seeing as you were at the loss of words he sighed.
”(Y/N) I’m sorry I yelled at you but I meant what I said. I really need to work. I need to finish this and you are not helping. I’m very stressed and you’re making me feel worse.“

Seeing the look on my face he continued. "I’m sorry but I had to tell you. It is what it is.”

You were hurt by his words even though you knew you shouldn’t have been. You deserved it.
But still you couldn’t take it.

Sucking it up, you nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheeks.

You were looking down at the floor and you could still feel his gaze on you.

“Is it okay…if I stay here? I-I won’t bother you I just… I miss you all the time and-”

You stopped after seeing him close his eyes and put his index finger on his temple.

You bit your lip, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah, sure.. You can sit there on the couch and do..whatever."he said motioning with his hand towards the black couch behind you and then turned back to his work, ignoring you again.

And seeing there was nothing else you could do you obeyed and you took a seat.

____________________

Time passed slowly and the only sounds in the room were your breathing along with the faint sounds of the music coming from Namjoon’s headphones.

Watching Namjoon working hard, the way he was running his long fingers through his hair, the way he bit his lip occasionally was making you really frustrated.

Sexually.

Because you and Namjoon haven’t been doing it for weeks now. That was one of the reasons you were acting this way.

Having nothing to do you started tapping your foot on the floor loudly, but Namjoon couldn’t hear it.
You started to groan out of boredom but he didn’t notice that either.

You rolled on the couch, sang, even got up and walked around the studio a few times. But he didn’t notice any of that.

Returning to the couch behind him, feeling defeated (because you were obviously trying to get some attention from him) you flopped down.

But then you got an idea.
There was a high chance it was going to annoy him, but it was worth a try.

Smirking like a little devil you are you took out your phone, posed and took a selfie.
Checking if it was seductive enough, you sent it to him waiting for his reaction.

A second later, his phone buzzed and you squealed quietly, waiting for his reaction. You’ve always wondered how boys react when you send them a pic.

He reached for his phone and sighing he unlocked it.

You could see yourself on his screen for a second, and then he put the phone down.

He didn’t even look at it more than a second! What the hell?

Determined to get his attention, you took a few more, all featuring the same pose, the same face expression, with a little change of hair or maybe lip biting.

He just ignored them all.

Time for a bolder move.
Taking your phone again you laid down on the couch, letting your hair scatter around your head and your cleavage expose a bit, you took a pic featuring only your lips and tongue licking the top lip seductively with a bit of cleavage.

You hit send.

The phone buzzed again, he sighed a bit more frustratingly and he unlocked the phone.

This time, he looked at the pic longer.
That meant you were slowly getting what you wanted.

You seem really stressed. I could help you out maybe?’

As soon as he saw the text he put his phone down again, shaking his head.

You noticed how he was tapping his foot even more now and you could even see his head slightly turning towards the phone as if he was checking for any new messages.

He was getting the point of the game.

You took a minute and didn’t send him anything for a while. And then when he least expected, his phone buzzed.

He was now staring at the screen, you laying on the couch, your lacy red bra exposed and tongue out again.
You were teasing and you were going slowly.

You heard him huff, he didn’t put his phone down this time at all.
Now he was openly waiting for more.

The next pic of you was without a bra, shirt up.
You threw the bra away, so it fell next to his feet and he noticed.

Looking down at it you could see him tensing up a bit, he let go of his pen and his hand slid down his pants.

You sent another bra-less pic but at a better angle. You were really enjoying this game.

You knew that the only thought in his mind now was 'she is laying shirtless on the couch behind me’.

For one final strike, you slid your pants and panties down just a bit and you pit your hand in, as if you were rubbing yourself.

You took a pic showing your whole body laying down and as soon as his phone buzzed meaning that he got the text, you moaned.

And you knew he could hear it because you saw him turning off the music seconds ago.

After staring for quite a bit, you noticed his hand moving up and down in his pants, so you sent this.

Daddy, I want to help you, please let me.’

You felt excitement, you’ve never done something like this before. You were literally a few feet away from him, almost naked, taking pics, teasing him.

His phone buzzed, he got the text. And as soon as he read it he pulled his hand out of his pants, pulled his headphones down and turned around in his chair facing you finally.

You were laying there on the couch half naked, looking him right in the eyes as he was taking in the sight in front of him.

You pulled your hand out of your pants and you grabbed your breast teasing him further.

"Take everything off."he suddenly demanded, his voice an octave deeper than usual.

You almost squealed from excitement as you started taking your clothes off quickly.

"No. Do it slow."he said lowly, biting his lip.

You obeyed, looking him in the eye, as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, letting his erection spring free.

"Daddy…"you moaned, wanting to help him out.

He then instructed, "Touch yourself. But slow.”

You did as you were told, all the time, looking at him.
You could tell already that wasn’t going to let you cum. He does that when he is mad at you.

His eyes were a darker shade, he was biting his lips, letting out low grunts.
The sight was making you wanna go faster with your hands but you had to obey him.

You let out a small, shaky moan, earning one from him. You closed your eyes, immersed in your own pleasure.
And it would’ve been boring if it weren’t for the sounds of slapping skin and the low grunts he was letting out.
Because you were already used to touching yourself when he wasn’t around. You knew that he knew that and he was now torturing you.

“Namjoon…"you moaned his name as you slowly built up to your high.

"Are you close baby?"he asked.

"Y-Yes…”

“Stop."he said suddenly. You knew this was going to happen. "Stop touching yourself.”

You did as you were told, feeling a bit annoyed, but you knew with him, it had to be like this so you didn’t complain.

He got up from his chair and stood there looking over your whole body licking his lips at the sight.
“Come here. You know what to do baby.”

Practically hopping up from the couch, you crawled over to him and kneeled down.

You looked up at him through your lashes, knowing that it drives him crazy.

“Wrap those lips around me now."he ordered and you did.

First licking up and down his shaft, and then kissing the tip, tasting the precum you slowly took his massive length in your mouth completely. You felt like gagging but you didn’t, you went even further, your lips touching his lower stomach.

He groaned. "That’s it baby, hollow your cheeks.”

You moaned on his length, making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“That’s it. Do that again."he kept saying through moans.

The sounds he was making were making you more horny than before and you could help but let your hand wander down between your legs.

It didn’t take him long to notice that.
Smirking deviously he stopped you.

"Ah, no baby. Did I let you to do that? Hand on my thighs, now.” he ordered, growling lowly.

As you put your hands on his thighs, he pulled himself out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe.
He grabbed on your hair, smirking again.

“Open wide and stand still baby.”

Gulping you looked up at him, knowing what was going to happen next.

“C'mon, open that beautiful mouth of yours.” He said, still smirking down at you.

As soon as you did, he pushed himself in forcefully making you gag.

“That’s it.” he grunted, gripping on you hair tightly. “You wanted to be a dirty whore. So now you are.”

He started pounding into your mouth, not letting you breathe.
You were gagging, and he was loving it.

He kept pounding, groaning loudly until he saw tears pooling in your eyes and falling down your cheeks.

But he knew you were enjoying this nonetheless.

Stopping what he was doing, letting you catch some air he ordered you what to do next.

“Take it in your hand baby. I want to cum all over your face.”

You got excited again, feeling a stinging feeling in your lower stomach, you needed him inside you.

You started to jerk him off, and in just a few moments you felt him twitch in your hand.

“Faster baby. I’m really close."he moaned loudly, biting his lip.

And just a moment later he shot his load all over your face letting out a groan of relief.

"Ahhh, baby you did good.”

You smiled, feeling proud of yourself.

He started to put his pants back on.
You were confused.

“What about me daddy?"you asked, biting your lip and then licking the cum off your fingers.

His face got serious all over again.
"Put your clothes on and go home. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get home. Or your punishment will be even worse.”

You got up on your feel, kind of defeated, you wanted him to pleasure you as well.

“Hey.” he said suddenly.

You looked up and he pulled your naked body to him kissing you hard.
He groped on your naked ass, pressing himself into you.

But before your hands could even find their way into his hair he pulled away.

“Go.” he growled, licking his lips. “I wont be long I promise.”

And you smiled. You were getting old Namjoon back.


A/N : hey i know you didn’t ask for the daddy kink and all, just wanted to spice it up a little bit, hope you liked it ;)

The bra shop

A while back I worked at a locally owned lingerie boutique. Cute place, pretty pricey, not to be confused with a sex shop. We only sold high end lingerie. I loved this job. It was selling form and function all in one. We did custom fittings and carried cup sizes A-K. And unlike a certain “ahem” popular bra chain… we fit without measuring tapes and were not working on commission. It was always such a personal transaction, who knew selling intimates could be so “intimate”?? But it wasn’t without its headaches! Here’s a couple of examples of the difficult clients.

1. “Im a 48DDDDD! VS said so!” I would get this all.the.time. That particular bra chain is sale based and only goes up into D cups. Of course they just slapped you into something and said it looked good! they’re trying to make a sale! I too am trying to make a sale, but believe me I’m not trying to pull a fast one on you when I say that you’re sized for an F or G cup! Just try one on and see the difference please? Also, how is measuring over your shirt going to give an accurate size anyway? Just think about that for a moment.

2. Customers looking for maternity bras but bringing their baby in with no carrier?? Some people would just plop their little guys on the counter and expect us sales people to hold them while they tried on bras. Made no sense.

3. Customers trying to return underwear bottoms. I’m sorry we can’t take them for obvious hygiene reasons! And it’s clearly listed on our receipts and we tell you upon checkout.

4. Customers airing all their self image grievances in the dressing room during a fitting. I always tried to be as supportive and kind as possible but at the end of the day i am simply trying to fit a bra, I’m not a self esteem coach sorry.

5. Customers who wouldn’t stay in the dressing room to change and paraded around naked or otherwise. We try to provide a relaxed environment but not THAT relaxed okay?

6. Least fav of all time: customers who sexualized any aspect of my job. No. Thank. You.

That’s all! I’m curious, has anyone else worked in lingerie? I’d love to hear your experiences!

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Hey love your blog!! Could you please do a Kai imagine with him being all sweet and cute while trying to apologise to you (like he did to bonbon) you can choose why. And he gets all nervous and starts stuttering and tripping on his words. Thank you so much xxxx


The heat of the oven engulfed you as you bent over to retrieve the brownies. You nodded to the music that was currently playing in the background as you stuck a toothpick into the chocolaty goodness, checking it. They were perfect.

“Stress baking?” 

“Jesus!” You cursed, jumping in the air to see the one and only Kai Parker standing in your kitchen. His shoulders were somewhat tense, hands shoved into his pockets lazily. “What do you want Parker?” 

“I wanna say sorry.” You remained silent, stirring the mixture for the next batch of brownies. “I was an ass, okay?” Kai couldn’t take you not even looking at him. He had messed up and he knew it, he felt horrible. 

“You pushed me away.” You said, turning to face him. 

“I…I was scared. Okay, Y/N, I was scared? You… I don’t know. Dammit.” He fumbled, nervously rocking on the heels of his feet. “You mean so much to me and I was scared because I thought you would hurt me, so I hurt you before you could do that.”

“That makes no sense Kai, I love you. And I’m always there for you. I would never intentionally hurt you.”

Kai took two long strides towards you. “…I’m s-sorry, okay? I’m so sorry.” You grinned up at him, taking his hand. Kai gripped onto your hand, he wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers again. “Will you forgive me? Please forgive me…” He rested his head on top of yours. 

“I forgive you.” You whispered as he began rocking the two of you side to side. 

Kai exhaled softly. “Feelings are hard.” You nodded in agreement. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have a brownie now?”

Project Paperclip

I have watched Winter Soldier three times this week, and I was watching this scene when the idea of this fic occured to me. Of course, maybe the idea behind it is wrong. It is based on my own theory.

If you have any feedback, please let me know! I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS-IMPLICATION OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

TIMELINE-2014

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You pulled up to Steve’s old military camp in silence. Nat was baffled, you knew, by the possibility that such an advanced program, which had bested even her, had originated from such an unlikely place. Steve was wading through his memories of the camp, of a time before Captain America. A time when life was simple.

You were worried. There had to be a reason you were led here, and it couldn’t be good. You were overcome by this feeling that as bad as things were now, they were going to get much worse. You stayed silent, choosing not to worry the others more than necessary, and followed closely behind Steve, hand hovering above your gun, anxiously waiting for someone to jump out at you.

Nat wandered for a bit, searching out any signals that would assist in finding the source of the data that had nearly cost Fury his life. She called out that there was absolutely nothing. No heat signatures, no waves. She began to theorise about what could have happened. You didn’t understand much of what she said.

But Steve seemed to have noticed something, and strode towards a cold, angular, concrete building.

“Steve?” You asked, still following behind him.

“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards from the barracks,” Steve began. “This building is in the wrong place.” With absolutely no effort, he used the rim of his shield to smash the padlock off of the door, and the three of you ventured inside.

Your mouth dropped open. There was a SHIELD insignia upon the wall, and office furniture, long forgotten, littered the dusty room.

“This is SHIELD,” Nat uttered.

“Maybe where it started,” Steve replied.

Entering a smaller room to the side, your eyes were drawn to three photographs that hung in broken frames on the wall. Howard, Peggy and Colonel Phillips smiled down at you.

“There’s Stark’s father,” Nat pointed out.

“Howard,” you elaborated with a fond smile.

“Who’s the girl?” Nat asked. Your eyes moved from Peggy’s beautiful face to Steve. His jaw clenched slightly, and instead of replying, he turned to investigate the room.

“Agent Peggy Carter,” you said gently. Nat nodded her understanding, but before she could say anything else, you heard Steve’s voice.

“If you’re already working in a secret office…” he said, pushing aside a heavy looking bookshelf, “why do you need to hide the elevator?”

The two of you walked to where Steve was standing and studied the elevator. The doors were quite old, and there was a keypad next to them. Nat pulled her device out of her pocket again, and held it up the keypad. It determined the passcode, and she pressed the numbers in sequence. The doors slid open. You glanced nervously at Steve, took a deep breath, and stepped into the elevator. It didn’t lurch, or give any indication of collapsing, so you relaxed, and the others got on with you. There was only one button. You pressed it.

When the doors opened again, you were staring into a dark space. It was cold, and seemed to be quite large. Stepping out of the elevator, the lights turned on. There must have been some sort of movement sensor.

At the opposite end of the room sat several large computer monitors, and behind that, an endless sea of databanks. You looked to Natasha, and saw her shaking her head.

“This can’t be the data-point, this technology is ancient…” she confirmed your thoughts, but as she moved closer, she noticed a USB port. Even you could tell how out of place it seemed. She placed the USB into the port, and then there was a cacophany of whirring, as the databanks began to roll, and the old computer flashed to life.

The words Initiate System? blinked on the screen. You and Steve were both well and truly out of your depth, so you deferred to Nat. This was one of her specialties after all.

“Y-E-S, spells yes,” Nat smiled as she typed. You could tell despite everything, she was genuinely enjoying having a puzzle to solve. Her level of intelligence was unrivaled by most. “Shall we play a game?” Nat laughed as she waited for the computer to process her input. “It’s from a movie that…”

“Yeah, we saw it,” Steve remarked dryly.

Before that conversation could progress any further, a familiar voice rang out, reverberating around the cavernous room. You recognised it immediately. It was just one of the voices that haunted you in your nightmares.

Rogers, Steven. Born, 1918. Barnes, (Y/N). Formerly (Y/L/N), (Y/N). Born, 1918. Married, 1939. Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna. Born, 1984.

“It’s some kind of a recording,” Nat breathed, impressed by the technology, as a small camera focused on each of you, one at a time.

I am not a recording, Fräulein. I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945, but I am. The screen flashed an image, and your fear was confirmed. You were being addressed by Dr. Arnim Zola. The man who stole your husband from you. Your fists balled at your sides.

“Do you know this thing?” Nat asked, looking between the two of you. This time it was your turn to offer no answer, as you continued to stare at the face on the screen, now not a photograph but a digital face. The camera seemed to pause on you and observe you longer than the others. You hated that you couldn’t feel him. He was there, but he was just a machine. He had no emotions.

“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He’s been dead for years,” Steve explained for Nat’s sake. He was confused, but you barely noticed.

First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain.

“How did you get here?” Steve asked angrily.

Invited.

You began to feel sick.

“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II,” Nat elaborated. “SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic values.”

Sick.

Zola continued. They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own.

The camera observed as you swayed, light headed.

“HYDRA died with the Red Skull,” Steve spoke with conviction.

Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.

“Prove it.”

Accessing archive.

A flurry of images appeared on the screen. Zola told his story. But you couldn’t concentrate. It felt like you were underwater. Everything was fuzzy, voices were far away, and you couldn’t breathe.

Zola was the only member of Hydra that had been captured by the American military that didn’t immediately pop a cyanide capsule. He had entered custody without a fuss, and from what you had been told, he was mostly cooperative.

The intel about him being on the train had been so easy for you to procure. The train route so readily available. Steve had told you that there were Hydra agents on board that attacked Bucky and himself, but less than he thought there would have been.

Zola wanted to get captured. He wanted to be taken into custody, and prove his worth. He wanted SHIELD to need him. To rely on him. A parasite from within could do much more damage than someone on the outside ever could. He made sure Hydra would survive, undetectable until it was too late.

Bucky had died. He died trying to protect America. The world. He died. For this?

He died.

Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA’s new world order will arise. We won, Captain, Barnes. Your deaths amount to the same as your lives; a zero sum.

You walked up to the monitor that was displaying Zola’s face, and before anyone could reach out to stop you, you punched it with all your might. You showed no indication that your bleeding knuckles caused you any pain.

“(Y/N),” Steve said softly, walking up behind you.

As I was saying… Zola interrupted, face popping up on one of the smaller screens. What’s on this drive? Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.

“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” Nat asked, watching Steve pull you away from the monitor gingerly. She was enjoying the puzzle a lot less now.

The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.

The doors that you had entered the room from, the only doors that you were aware of, began to close. Steve turned from you, and threw his shield at them in order to avoid being trapped, but it was too late.

“Steve, we’ve got a bogey. ETA 30 seconds,” Nat said with carefully constructed calm.

“Who sent it?” Steve asked.

“SHIELD…”

Admit it, it’s better this way. We’re all three of us…out of time.

Steve looked around desperately, and found a grate in the floor. He let go of your hand, and pried the cover off. Nat jumped in. You were torn between finding protection and just accepting what was coming, when Steve pulled you in with him, covering the three of you with his shield.

There was a loud explosion, and the building began to collapse. You were buffeted by concrete and debri, and the resulting fire made it difficult to breath. In order to protect you and Nat, Steve was slightly exposed. You hoped desperately that his Super Soldier Serum would help him. You closed your eyes.

When you next opened them, you were in a car. You were dazed, but you knew that it wasn’t the one that you had driven to New Jersey in. Something was wrapped around your hand tightly, and your ribs ached. Your ears were ringing, but soon you were able to make out two voices. Steve and Nat. They were alive.

“We should go to Stark. He’s closer,” Steve argued.

“We can’t Steve, you know that,” Nat countered. “They’ll expect that. Hell, they might’ve already visited him looking for us. I don’t know if we have anywhere we can go!”

“Sam Wilson…” you piped up. Your throat was dry and sore. Smoke inhalation.

“(Y/N), thank God,” Steve sighed in relief. You felt him calm ever so slightly in knowing that you were awake. You felt the same from Nat.

“Sam Wilson?” She asked.

“We were talking to him a while ago, when you picked us up for the Lumerian Star mission,” you continued, sitting up and clicking your seat belt on. You winced when the belt brushed across your ribs.

“How will we find him?” Nat pondered.

“The old fashioned way,” Steve replied.

A long drive, and a flick through the Washington phone book later, you found him. Steve parked the car a block away, so it wouldn’t cause any problems, and you all walked, injured and exhausted, the rest of the way.

Just as you had hoped, he had taken you into his home without hesitation. “Not everyone,” he had said when Nat told him everyone you knew was trying to kill you.

Nat showered first, while you waited with Steve.

“(Y/N),” he hesitantly began. “What happened back there?”

You thought for a moment, before deciding against telling him about your realisation.

“I didn’t like what he was saying,” you lied. It would be better if he didn’t know. He already had too much to carry on his shoulders. He didn’t need to know.

“Are you sure that’s it? You don’t normally react that way… unless something really upsets you.”

“I’m sorry I lost control…”

“Don’t apologise. I was about two seconds away from doing the same. But brash reactions are not something you’re generally known for… you hurt your hand.”

“It’s fine Steve. I’ll clean it thoroughly in the shower, and bandage it afterwards. It’ll be fine.”

Nat walked back into the room from the bathroom, and sat on the bed next to you, drying her hair.

“You go (Y/N). I’ll go after you,” Steve offered.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, and you accepted his offer gratefully. You needed to be alone for a little while, to process everything that you had learned that day.

You cried in the shower. When you got out, you dried off, and wrapped your hand. The gash on your ribs would need attention too, but it was too difficult for you to manage alone.

You forced yourself to focus on something, anything, else. Luckily the awkward energy that you had felt surrounding Steve and Nat would provide a nice distraction for you. You had to force yourself to be OK, for Steve.

You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and rejoined Steve and Nat. Steve went to take his shower, and Nat went to find a drink in Sam’s kitchen. Alone again, you concentrated on Steve. And waited for him to come back into the room.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

Before the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever. Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.

words: 1974

Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it

           Such a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.

           The next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not have them humiliate him.

           Then the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending?  There you could not help to think of how both Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant, the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic. Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.

           With you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl, Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her choice, but she would do anything for your father.

           These days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue & Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had “fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.

            .

           You were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change, Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was just happy you weren’t just the “hippie”  artist.  I did say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen. And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and decided to go to Pops.

           As you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip across him in the booth.

“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no more uniform?” he retorted.

“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and Ronnie were coming into Pops

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals with his fingers.

“I just don’t want this to take time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.

“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.

“I only did this, because Ronnie made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.

“Oh come on I just recently met you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into our conversation.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle

and so we kept on talking until it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug trying to fix up his novel.

“Get some rest” you say to Jug as you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you goodbye.

The next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.

“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, grabbing your stuff for practice later.

“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you asked as you reached them in the kitchen.

“We are having dinner with The Mantles on Friday night” your father answered

“And we need you home and go buy yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she continued dads sentence.

Confused as to what’s going on since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”

Dad just shoots you a look “Its business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”

You nod and make your way to the door and get the bike to get to school.

As you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit, he appears with a smug look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N), looking good today, um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely look good today.”

“I’d like to think so” you retort “but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie

“Well a bit, but I always have to compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks

“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.

“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up, “um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie

“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies as Jug likes to call them.

“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?”  Betty questions me.

“Is there something I’m missing here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on

“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” I retort while closing my locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.

The day goes by and during lunch you head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.

“No, I got some things to do at home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me devilish smirk

“It is not like that Cheryl, just a business dinner” you answer annoyed.

“I always did think he’d end up with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she stated with sly smile.

The week went by and you bought yourself a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred jeans and t-shirt on any occasion. It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug, Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.

“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev

“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday night then?” Kevin asks

“Yeah, I think I can, how about you guys?” you ask the rest of the group

“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while Betty nods

“I’m in!” Veronica states “What about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.

“Yeah” the red-haired boy answered.

Reggie made his way to the table

“Hope you’re not making any plans for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie states with a puppy dog expression.

“Oh, God please don’t call me that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.

“What? You love it when I call you that!” Reggie proclaims

“Yeah when we were eight” you declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.

“Well he’s been awfully sweet to you lately” Betty announces to the group

“It’s probably because he doesn’t want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.

“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against his heart.

“I promise, he’s yours for the taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.

At the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk to you.

“Hey (Y/N), look if you like Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even give me the time of day, I mean…”

You grab her by the shoulder and cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I have never thought about him like that, never.”

Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”

“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure her.

She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”

You bid goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.

Man it is going to a long night…

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Tag: @sgarrett49

“Millennials were told that they were special, that they could be anything if they tried hard enough.”

Who were you that you were told that? Where did you grow up that you got that “just for trying” trophy everyone is speaking about? What was it like, thinking you could exceed? I lost faith in jobs in 2008 when my family lost everything. I have been working since I was 12. I never thought I was special because for every talent I had there was someone better than me. The average number of colleges applied to in my high school was 11. The average acceptance rate was 3 to 7. We knew we weren’t going to get our reach school. We knew we weren’t good enough. My friends died because of that. For every person i know who had it easy I know forty who are struggling. Who can’t afford an education or health insurance or who has to choose between feeding their family and their future. None of us ever got a trophy. And if we did it didn’t make us think we were good for trying, it made us aware we didn’t try hard enough for the real thing.

Who were you that you were never called stupid or bossy or loud or weird. Who was told that you could succeed being who you were when the rest of us had nothing. My last name meant I couldn’t be a CEO. Hispanic genes. Who were you that you never got tripped up by your sexuality, never had something denied you because of your gender. Never told to get back into the kitchen, never told that trans people are just sick. I’m just asking.

It would have been nice to have that kind of a life.

CSSV Fic: Happenstance (full version)

A/N: For @killiarious. Thank you for your patience, love! Here is the full version of your gift. Again, it was lovely chatting and please feel free to swing by to chat more any time you like! Thanks also to @tnlph and @mryddinwilt for providing the initial inspiration for this story from this convo a year ago.  

Summary: He was just trying to escape everything. She wasn’t part of his plan.

Words: 3400 | Rating: M | ao3

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He should thank Liam, he knew it. He wouldn’t need to leave the flat, minus the initial trip to the market, for days. There were enough books, along with wine and rum, to last him for weeks. And the view, Killian still wasn’t sure there were words.

Good god, brother. The pictures you sent weren’t enough.

I know. Don’t skulk your entire stay. The city is better up close.

Killian rolled his eyes. He was almost grateful when he found out his brother would be out of town when he sent his plea for a place to crash. He needed to be away from Tink, away from town, their apartment. From everything, really. And while he hadn’t seen Liam since his transfer to Istanbul, the prospect of the judgement in his eyes, even as he would welcome him in, was more than Killian thought he could bear.

Liam sent him instructions on where he could pick up a set of keys and a warning that he promised a friend a place to stay later in the week while she was in town for a job.

And stay as long as you like, little brother. I’m due home in a couple weeks.

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Alessia Cara on 'Moana,' Meeting Taylor Swift, Recapturing 'Here' Sound
"Here" singer-songwriter Alessia Cara discusses the new wave of alternative pop, why Amy Winehouse is the epitome of cool and more.

(excerpt)

When Taylor Swift interviewed you last year, it was clear she knew your album really well. Were you surprised?
I was taken aback, in a good way. It taught me that no matter how big you become, it doesn’t mean you have to stop loving music or paying attention.

When you got to perform with her on the 1989 tour, did you daydream about headlining stadiums?
Absolutely. But half of it is daydreaming and the other half is just complete terror. I’ve never been one to crave attention, which I know means that this is probably the worst career to pick. I get anxious even when people come up to me for pictures, sometimes. That’s the one thing that makes me hesitant about my future. But I love music too much to not do it.

Always Be There (Archie x Reader)

Request: Can you do a romantic Archie Andrews Riverdale Imagine?

“Are you alright?” You asked Archie as he came out of the boys locker room holding his hand in the other.

“I’m fine. What are you even doing here?” Archie answer back. Not believing him you picked up his hand, and as you did Archie winced at the touch. Rolling your eyes at the lying boy you made sure there was no bruising and everything looked in place. He probably just twisted it the wrong way.

“I heard you got hurt during practice so I rushed here, and as I can tell it’s a good thing I did.” You said as you crossed your arms giving Archie a look of disappointment. “Why did you keep on playing if you knew you were injury? You could’ve made everything worse” Archie looked at you at a loss for words not wanting to fight with you since you were right about the situation.

“I just really want to make captain. Everyone is depending on me to and I can feel the pressure building.” Archie mumble out ashamed of his actions as he thought it through more clearly now.

“Your lucky that nothing got worse. If it did captain would of been off of the table and then you would of let everyone down but most importantly yourself. If you want this, fight for it but don’t put yourself at risk Arch, you will only get burned in the end.” You said softly trying to comfort the upset boy in front of you. Lacing one of your hands with his, you pulled his face up with the other. “You know I’ll always be proud of you no matter what’s on the front of your jersey. So will the rest of your friends and family. We love you Arch captain or not we still will.” Archie finally gave you smile but you could see the pain in his eyes.

“I didn’t really think it through I just knew I wanted it. I didn’t care about myself at that point and now I’m regretting it” Archie let out trying to keep calm as the pain was now shooting through his wrist.

“I think we should take you home Arch, get some ice to put on it and something for your pain.” Archie nodded and let you lead the way to your car so you could bring him home.


“Good evening Mr.Andrews” You called as he walked into the door after a long day of work. You were sitting down on the couch with Archie head in your lap. His hand was now wrapped up but he was still in pain. Not wanting to hurt himself anymore you guys decided to have a night in to watch movies.

“Evening Y/N and Archie” Fred said but stop when something caught his eyes. “What happened to your hand Archie?” Sitting up from your lap Archie started to explain to his father

“I injury it during football practice today, it’s not broke or anything just really hurts”

“Next time try to be more careful, we wouldn’t anything to happen to your wrist. It would take away two of the things you love the most, football music” Fred warned, Archie just nodded his head happy that his father wasn’t upset with him. As Fred left to go cook supper Archie turned towards you.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably not much since you would have a broken wrist”  You joked and Archie smack your chest lightly as you both laughed.

“And heart” Archie said changing the mood to serious. You smiled it always made you feel some type of way when he would say sweet things to you. Only Arch managed to make you feel like this was all you needed in life. “I love you Y/N” Archie said with a grinned pasted on his face.

“I love you too Arch” Leaning in to kiss him you couldn’t help but feel lucky. Archie was every girl dream guy and you managed to get him. Feeling his lips against yours was alluring, you didn’t need anything else in this moment. Both of you guys pulled to catch your breath after the overwhelming feeling.

“So pizza?” Mr.Andrews questioned as he reentered the room, making Archie and you look at each other wide eyes. Knowing if he came in moments before he would of caught you guys making out on his couch.

“Sure dad” Arch spoke as blush came upon his cheeks.

“Great” As his dad left the room, Archie took your hand and said

“Come on let’s go to my room, where we have more privacy” Getting up to go you couldn’t help but feel like you were on cloud nine.

Open Book | Jughead x Reader

A/n: Hi! I wrote something and it’s not very good, but I’m an embarrassment so here it is.

Originally posted by arhciekins

You were made of stories and poems, that’s what interested him. You didn’t hide your pass, mistakes and future. You were an open book, but he couldn’t help himself wondering why. Why were you an open book? This town was full of secrets, specially after Jason’s death.

Not you though, you had no secrets, that’s what you wanted them to think. They asked a question, you answered it. Everyone in this messed up town knew everything about you. Jughead couldn’t have that though, he had a feeling you were hiding something and he was gonna get to the bottom of it.

You knew that boy was special, instead of asking questions. He observed, you appreciated it. Though it scared you, what if he does find out? You hid one small thing from your past, you haven’t lied though, you just didn’t go into detail. The truth is, your family… the thought of it just brought you into tears, you quickly wiped it away. You were sat next to an old tree. Everyone had a special place in this town, yours just happened to be an abounded park. 

This is where you wrote your poems, songs, take pictures, paint, draw. To say you were an artist was an understatement. You had something special within you, it was truly beautiful. Though no one knows that, except the Blossom twins. Your two best friends, even though one happens to be dead.The two red heads would always try to convince you to flash around your talent, but you just couldn’t. They were the only people that knew about your pass. You drew about your pass, you couldn’t write it into words.

That mess up storm was too horrible to describe, so you drew. You drew until you got tired and the pain would numb. It would comeback in the morning though, the feeling of anxiety and loneliness. What ever did you do to deserve that? Why would your family put you through that?

After that little incident, you went to live with your grandparents. The look of your parents horrified you. You haven’t seen the since the goodbye. Although it was painful, still is, you couldn’t forgive your parents for this one. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” You look up to see your best friend, Cheryl Blossom. You gave her a smile with sadness written all over it. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t stay. I hate thinking that he was just there, lifeless.”

Your redheaded friend sat down next to you, tears rolling down her face. You were quick to wipe them away. “They wanna send me way,” that pained your heart. Tears were now coming out of your eyes, they both left. One already did and the other one on her way. The crashing pain came back, but instead of letting it drill you into the ground. You stood up to it,“you’re not leave. I’m not gonna let them take you,” Cheryl gave you a smile. Being put through pain for a year of your life, the only thing you could do was think.

Thinkers made up great plans, you were one. “Oh my dear best friend, what’s your plan?” You gave your friend a smirk before rushing off to the library with Cheryl closely behind you. When you got there you found the one and only Jughead Jones. 

Of course, the library was empty, who goes to the library these days? And that’s what was so perfect about it, no one ever went there. Perfect place to hide secrets.

“My dear can I help you with something?” Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. You’re grandma owns the library, making her the librarian. She was the only person working here, because this place was as dead as Chuck’s respect for woman.“Yes actually nana, do you have any stories. On the Blossoms,” right there and than Jughead has stopped writing and was waiting for a reply. He never noticed the two females come into the library, he was too busy typing away from what happened at Jason’s bedroom.

“I would my love, but I’m afraid someone else is listening.” Your nana looked over at Jughead, the boy began typing away again. You walked over to the boy, while Cheryl stayed to talk to your nana. You took a seat across from him, the boy has stopped typing and looked over at you. Silence filled the library, you might be an open book, but the town saw you as dangerous. How could the open book befriend the two wicked twins? 

“Something fancy you Jughead? You know I’m an open book, ask away.” His eyes were filled with questions, “You’re hiding something, what is it.” This boy, how interesting. “I hold no secrets,” the boy just smiled a little. 

He loved mysteries, and you happen to be one of them. The open book was filled with mysteries. 

I forgive you.

you never apologized for everything that you ever put me through and you probably didn’t even notice any of it because people usually don’t notice things they dont care about, and thats what I was to you. I was just another person that existed, I was just another person that made you feel like you were worth something.

All you ever did was make me feel incomplete. I’d look at myself for hours until I could no longer recognize anything in trying to figure out why you don’t love me in the way I put love into you.
And even if you didn’t love me in that way, why couldn’t you at least be a good damn friend.

but you never gave me a thing. and I used to stay up at night trying to convince myself that you cared about me when I knew damn well you never did.
I always knew what I was to you but I tried to ignore it for so long, I convinced myself otherwise because when you know that the person that you love, does not even give a damn about you something inside you shuts off and I couldn’t deal with that and I didn’t want to accept that so I kept trying to see something that was never there.
I think thats what destroyed me in the end, knowing the reality of what we were but trying to look past that and find something that wasn’t there.
I was looking for so long, I got lost and forgot what I was looking for.
and I forgive you.
I forgive you for all of it, I forgive you for the nights I stayed up crying because you chose her. I forgive you for leaving and then coming back just so you could leave all over again. I forgive you for the things that you said when you and i both knew you didn’t mean them. and I forgive you for using me to try and fill the hole that she left in you. I forgive you for using me as a fix for your confidence because throughout everything all I ever saw was how great you are, and all you ever did was feed of that.

and now I forgive myself.
I forgive myself for everything that I put myself through. I forgive myself for letting myself believe that you really were the greatest part of me. I forgive myself for loving you when you weren’t worth a damn thought.

because after stepping away, I see it all so clearly now. After I accepted what I really was to you, everything else made more sense.
I destroyed myself in loving you and for that I am so sorry but when I say I forgive you, I mean I forgive myself, I forgive giving so much of myself to someone that didn’t care how my day was going. I forgive myself for all the hurt I endured.

—  I have to let go, and to do that I need to forgive.