but everyone keeps saying it looks like her so

silly chloe headcanons
  • “whatever happened to that old medieval brand chivalry? you know where knights laid themselves facedown in the mud and let you walk across their backs so your dress wouldn’t get dirty.” 
    • “that’s….not how that goes, chloe.” 
    • “oh thank god, patent the idea for me, and do you think kim would be interested?”
  • she holds the record for most online purchases made while procrastinating during a single class period (five Lancôme palettes, four Louis Vuitton handbags, three Chanel dresses, and seventeen Louboutin heels). thank you unlimited platinum credit cards. 
  • “wait…you only have one bathroom in your whole house!?”
  • chloe forgot about a history exam one day and straight up slipped mme. bustier an envelope of €500 so that she could “overlook this whole test thing.”
    • she got sent to the principal’s office, all the while complaining that “daddy bribes his staff to overlook things all the time!”
  • whenever chloe insults someone, adrien blackmails her by saying he’ll reveal her crunchyroll premium account and all of her fandom blogs if she doesn’t apologize that same day. it’s his most effective method of keeping her in check, and she highly resents it
  • she’s super instagram famous and likes to post a lot of makeup videos, fashion hauls, and nail tutorials when she’s bored
    • no one will admit to it, but everyone in the class watches her instagram videos all the time because holy shit her highlight is immaculate and how on earth does she get her nail gradients to look so neat?
  • she’s scarily good at the knife game??? one day she was bored in class and was fiddling around with her metal nail file and pretty soon she was an expert. it’s great for scaring away stupid boys who try to bother her during study hall. 
  • one time marinette was complaining in the hallway that she forgot her eyeliner at home and didn’t have anything to touch up her makeup with, and on instinct chloe pulls out her emergency makeup kit and asks “pencil, gel, or liquid?”
    • she may hate the girl but forgetting your touch up bag at home is about the most tragic thing chloe’s ever heard in her life
  • “im a very charitable person! just this morning i told a woman leaving her hotel room that her dress looked like a burlap sack that a drunk, colorblind, has-been artist just finished throwing up all over. a lesser person would’ve let her walk outside in that monstrosity.” 
Protective | archie andrews

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

a/n: please please request ideas for short series or one shots!! i like to cater to you guys and sometimes you really do come up with some cool ideas!! love always R🌹

as the years went on you’d think bullying and slut shaming was a thing of the past, you were sadly mistaken. in fact it seemed to get worse and more and more creative as the times went on.

i obliviously walked into school head held higher than normal as i spot Betty and Veronica standing near my locker, smiling brightly i approach them a little bounce in my step as I over to them.

“hey”

i gawk smiling like an idiot, i had my very first date last night with one Reggie Mantle and you think it went rather well. we had a meal at pops and then went to the drive in to watch a movie where we stuffed our faces with junk food and spent the night cuddled up in the back of his truck with some small make out sessions before he dropped me home just before curfew.

I was still grinning, the gang wasn’t very thrilled with the idea of me going they said that he was a stupid football jock that just wanted to get into my pants and last night just proves that they were wrong - for once.

my smile fades as i glance at their concerned expression, i grab my books and close my locker as they glance from their phones to others loitering in the halls before first period before finally glancing at me.

“what?” i laugh glancing the hall to see many eyes on me, i spot Archie his expression the same as the girls.

“okay what the hell happened”

i ask breaking the silence, tapping my fingers against my books growing impatience at their lack of emotions and words.

“will someone please tell me what’s going on!”

i practically yell, Veronica glances at her phone again and i snatch it from her grasp as the red headed boy stops in front of us mumbling a small greeting.

i glance at the phone and see that the photo Reggie had taken off me last night in the drive in cuddle up to him, only he’d modified the picture and photoshopped maple syrup running down my face.

“oh my god” i say my breathe catching in my throat i click on the comments and instantly regret it the words ‘slut’ ‘ugly’ ‘whore’ 'attention seeking’ came up regularly along with comments about my weight and seemed liked everything else 'what a freak’ i give Veronica back her phone and sniffle tears pricking my eyes.

I look up to see Betty and Veronica staring me down

“do it say it!! okay 'i told you so’ okay I get it”

the girls shake their heads scrambling for words to comfort me

“forget it” i whisper pushing past them

“(y/n)” i hear archie call but I ignore him keeping my head down as i rush to class, everyone laughing and sharing comments as I pass.

i round the corner and slam into a body, we bump heads and i cuss grabbing my fallen bag and glances to see Jughead concern etched on his face “I saw the picture are you okay?” i sigh sniffling.

“no” i whisper

he places his hand on my shoulder rubbing it soothingly “i didn’t even do anything juggie- Archie’s and the others are just itching to tell me that they were right- again!”

“it’s okay- we know it’s not true. people believe what they want okay you-” jughead tries to soothe me running his hands up and down my arms.

“jughead” we both look up to see the smug look of Reggie

my blood boils and I shove his chest “i can’t believe you” i spit tearing up at the sight of him.

“what’s wrong baby?” he coos placing his hand tenderly on my shoulder i shudder at his touch and rip my shoulder from his grasp “don’t touch me reggie!” i warn.

he steps forward and jughead stands in front of me protectively, he laughs clapping his hands looking to his boys standing behind him “would you look at that” he howls getting up in jughead face.

“don’t even think about it” i seethe standing in front of jughead pushes at reggies chest.

as much as i wanted to cower behind juggie i knew that Reggie wouldn’t flinch punching him and the last thing i wanted was for my best friend to get punched in the face.

“oh c'mon i wasn’t going to punch your little boyfriend” he teases winking at the both of us “he’s not my boyfriend reggie- he’s my friend and i will not let some jerk bully my friends” i shout “or me for that matter”

he bites his lip pulling me into the wall pinning me down “god your hot when your angry” he whispers huskily into my neck.

“get off!!” i yell looking desperately to jughead for help but Reggies boys were holding him hostage.

“i mean it Reggie get off” i yell everyone decides to gather to watch the show, i thrash trying to get out of his grip but it’s useless.

“oh come one little (y/n) you weren’t this shy with me last night” i squirm “your fat ass wasn’t mad when I had my tongue in your mouth” he smirks and i cringe knowing that he was right.

“MANTLE” i head a loud voice

“archie” i say breathless my eyes begging for help

“let her go now” he orders edging closer

“or what andr-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before archie ran and shoved Reggie off me and onto the floor.

grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms

“so this is your boyfriend?” he howls “Andrews and (y/l/n) nice, I mean Arch buddy you could do way better she’s not much of a 10” he chuckles the group agreeing with him

“you okay” he whispers i nod “im okay now” i smile at him

“hate to break up the love fest but she’s mine archie, her face might not be all that but boy is her body”

the group whistles as they look me up and down taking in every once of me, i felt disgusted and disappointed that I ever thought Reggie was more than a jock with a good body.

the moment didn’t last as reggie grabbed me and shoved me into jughead, that flicks a switch in archie as he punches the boy in the jaw they wrestle around punching other and i yell for them to stop jughead holding me back.

the teachers are alerted and rush over to separate the boys as soon as Archie’s pulled back i run over to him placing my hands on his cheeks examining his face.

“arch” i say sadly glancing at his bruised eye and split lip.

“Andrews, Mantle my office NOW”

//

“i can’t believe the fought over you!” Ronnie squeals helping me zip up the back of my cheerleading uniform “swoon!” she finishes skipping over to Betty.

“it wasn’t over me, reggie was being an ass and Archie was just being a good friend” i conclude pulling my hair into a half up half down look adding blue ribbon for school spirt.

“have you spoke to him since it happened?” Betty asks sitting in front of me worry filling her voice.

“no, he had detention at lunch” she nods and i feel guilty “he came to see me after school but i just wanted to be alone. ill see him tonight” i try and smile knowing that Reggie would also be at the game.

Veronica touches up my face with a little makeup before the three of us head to school for the pep rally, my mood lifts a little football games were a ritual for me. i loved cheering with B & V and watching Archie play. Often we managed to drag Jughead and Kevin to the games to watch us all tonight that was one of those nights.

we meet the squad in the change rooms and grab our poms poms getting ready to go out onto the field to get the crowd pumped

“you will speak with him before the game right?” Veronica asks me worried, i nod following the girls out onto the field “promise”

“WOOHOO GO THE BULLDOGS” we cheer running and flipping out onto the field hyping the crowd up i spot jughead in the crowd and i jog over to him when Cheryl isn’t looking

“juggie!” i yell catching his attention “have you seen arch?” as the words leave my mouth the bulldogs run through the banner Archie leading the pack with a huge black eye. i glance at him guilty, he doesn’t see me searching through the crowd of river vixen. “ill talk to you later” i tell him he smiles frustrated giving me the 'I know your not okay’ stare.

i jog over to the drinks table where Archie stand his back facing me, i approach place my hand on his shoulder causing him to spin around relief flooding his expression as he realises it’s me.

“oh thank god it thought you weren’t here and i know you love the games and I didn’t want you to not come because of reggie and-” i cut him off placing my hand on his cheek touching the purpleness around his eyes gently.

“oh arch” he’s hand shots up to touch mine “im so sorry” i tell him tearing up

“hey it’s okay-” and just like that he’s swept up onto the field with all the others “arch” i call out trying to get he’s attention.

“hey it’s okay” i feel Betty’s hand on my shoulder “we gotta get ready” i nod turning to face her following her back to the squad getting ready to perform

//

the game finished miserable as the win was taken away from us in the last 5 minutes, the bulldogs look dull as they exit the field heading to the locker rooms. i sigh and grab my bag walking after the boys i needed to speak with Archie.

“(y/n)” i hear jughead call, choosing to ignore him i walk faster hoping to catch archie before he got into the locker room

“hey!” he yells panting as he catching up to me “ignore me much?” i roll my eyes

“i need to talk with archie okay? now are walking me or not?” i stop glancing at him “fine but yes i am because i swear to god if reggie lays a finger on you” i roll my eyes pulling him behind me

“yeah yeah you’ll kill him”

i push through the crowd of half naked boys as they undress ready to hit the showers, i struggle to find the boy before i spot the familiar red mop of hair. i weave in and out of the crowd before i edge closer to him.

he mustn’t of seen me because he turned and crash into me losing his towel in the process, jughead covers my eyes as Archie scrambles to re adjust his towel “(y/n) jughead what are you doing-”

i put my finger on his lips silencing him “let me talk please” i tell him, gaining the attention of everyone in the locker room.

i realise now why Jughead thought this was a bad idea

“look im sorry about today- your eye you losing the captain spot- you shouldn’t have gotten involved Archie it wasn’t your fight! you warned me and i didn’t listen and now your in trouble with your dad and the principal and you have a busted lip and a black eye all because of that freaking jerk!” i yell tearing up feeling stupid

“I know how much football meant to you, you need it to get into college to study your music and i completely ruined it for you because of a stupid stupid idea to prove a point!”

i run my fingers through my hair a few tears falling down my face, i wipe them as quickly as they fall Archie looks defeated not knowing what to say

“(y/n)-” he steps forward but stops as loud clapping fills the locker room

“what a speech” i growl facing Reggie

“oh go fuck yourself Reggie, haven’t you ruined enough lives today!” he smirks leaning against the locker his towel hanging low off his hips.

he reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear and Archie moves in front of me but i clasp my arm around his bicep “he isn’t worth it” i spit tugging Archie toward me.

“did i tell you how good you looked in that uniform” he licks his lips “that mini skirt, it’s like your begging for someone to kiss you, you look in desperate need let me help you princess”

he attempts to walk over to me but i extend my hand to his chest playing with him

“you know reg your right, i do really need a kiss” i tell him pulling my bottom lip with my teeth and fiddling with the bottom of my skirt fluttering my lashes.

i can see Archie adjusting his towel all the boys seem to be getting rather bothered by my act, Reggie steps forward reaching out to grab my waist but i spin grabbing the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

i deepen the kiss cheers from his team mates fill the air, i break away breathless kissing him once more before Archie sets me back down.

“much better” i sigh glances at a very frustrated Reggie “oh and reg you might wanna take a cold shower for junior” i tug at his towel leaving him completely naked before peeking Archie on the lips.

“see you outside”

he blushes scratching the back of his neck as he watches me walk out with jughead, i bite my lip swinging my hips feeling confident as i wait outside the locker room

“wow” jughead exclaims pacing back and fourth as the rest of our friends spot us and walk over to us, i roll my eyes at him grabbing his jacket to stop the pacing.

“hey” i greet the girls

“Pop’s?” Betty asks

we nod “yeah of course!”

“okay well lets go im sure archie can catch up” Veronica smiles grabbing my arm

“oh ill just wait for him we’ll meet you there!” they narrow their eyes jughead refusing to make eye contact not wanting to be interrogated.

“uh i haven’t spoken to him yet so i can do it on my way over before we met yous” they share glances with each other before nodding at my story.

“okay fine, jughead are you going to escort your ladies” he rolls his eyes pushing off the wall as the girls loop their arms with his and heading toward our favourite hang out.

the boys start exiting the locker room glancing at me as i wait fiddling with my hair and avoiding all eye contact. standing up to reggie wasn’t all that and but he whole makeout session could’ve been prevented but i was feeling epic.

“(y/n)? where are the others?” i glance up at the voice smiling at the red headed boy

i suddenly feel nervous my knees wobbling and my cheeks heating up at my name coming out of his mouth.

“uh they um- they are going to pops- i um told them that we’d yanno met them there” i finishes awkwardly glancing at my feet as I scuff them.

“that is if you want to go- if not i can just walk myself-” he smiles shaking his head at me “no no i wanna come” “good” i smile and with that we set off to Pop’s silence filling the air.

we reach the diner and i stop spoting our friends in the booth next to the window, Archie notices and stops turning to face me “you okay?” i nod

“im sorry about what happened before” i blurt worried that i misread Archie’s feelings toward me. nervousness washes over me and my smile slips from my lips.

“hey hey- no don’t be- it was amazing, your amazing” he finishes grabbing my hips and tugging me toward him.

“if im not mistaking is mr Archie Andrews finally making the first move?” i hint playful playing with his shirt, he laughs playfully placing his soft lips on me and closing the small gap between our bodies.

“you know Reg was right about the whole cheerleader outfit” i raise my eyebrows “hot as hell”

i kiss him back before lacing my hands with his and pulling him into the diner walking over to our friends sliding in next to Jughead as Archie takes the seat next to me siting closer then usual he drapes his arm across the back of the booth touching my shoulder soothingly.

“okay what the hell happened in the locker room?” Veronica asks sipping her milkshake.

“oh they had a huge make out session infringed of reggie it was intense should’ve been there” jughead spills earning a smack up side the head from Archie

“dude?”

i blush covering my face and leaning into Archie, i peer through my fingers and see the two girls staring intensely at m “what!” i complain giggling.

the group fall into a fit of laughter and i smile up at Archie as he tightens his grip around my waist making me feel safe.

this is where I belong.

Scared

Jughead x Reader

Request: Jughead has a major crush on the reader, but the reader keeps talking about her crush to the squad and it’s always so cute happy positive impressive things so Jughead thinks it’s Archie. He gets really mad at the reader and asks out Betty, and the reader sees it, but Betty tries to tell him he’s getting it all mixed up and it’s one giant confusion.

I really want a really angst jughead one shot but I don’t know what to request, can you just work your magic? Please?

Warnings: None I don’t think

Word count: 3,327

A/N: Based loosely on the emotions faced in episode 10. Also yikes on the word count but I worked super hard on this one and it’s worth the read I promise.


‘As she sits across the cold stone table on a brisk Friday evening, the boy can’t help but notice the way the moonlight bounces off her hair on the left side of her face. The fluorescent bulbs from up above cast a shadow down her face, making her eyes glow. Those same piercing eyes look up from her romance novel, almost like a prediction of his future, and she can’t tell but the boy’s heartbeat quickens, as in this moment their souls have gotten one inch closer than they were before.’ Jughead writes as he sits across from (Y/N) in Pop’s, working on his novel.

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6: “Marry me” (part 2 from the 5/6 request, also andreil!)

It takes 4 months and 2 weeks to organize Matt’s proposal to Dan. 

Neil knows because he’s been pretending to understand most of what Matt says to him for 4 months and 2 weeks.

It’s not that he’s not happy for them, it’s just that being told to celebrate love feels like being told to celebrate the way the world turns, or the gravity that continues to pin us like the bar on a rollercoaster seat. Neil celebrates love by staying alive to see it. He celebrates it by keeping it.

He looks at prospective rings and says they’re fine over and over again. He dutifully tells Dan nothing even when she asks outright. He answers the phone when Matt calls him in a panic at midnight and says “what if she says no” so many times that Neil hands the phone to Nicky.

It does make him think though, about Andrew. Without meaning to.

He doesn’t think of it as marriage in his head (to Neil, marriage has always been something that swallows you like quick sand). Tying himself to Andrew though — having something legally binding like Neil Josten on his documents, like their names on the lease, like his contract with his team — that means something to Neil.

Being with Andrew is the thrill of being in the game, but having it on paper would be like points blinking onto a scoreboard. He knows he’s scoring now, but he wants the crowd to know too. He wants this win to stick.

He doesn’t mention it because it doesn’t matter, ultimately. Neil doesn’t need other people to tell him that they love each other.

Andrew scoops Sir off Neil’s lap and smuggles him to his side of the couch. He pours one bowl of sugar crisp and one bowl of granola in the morning. He catches Neil’s sleeve before he goes for a run and uses every ounce of 5 AM energy he has to hold Neil’s eyes. Neil knows how he feels.

But he really does support Matt and Dan, separate from the way he’s scared of hospital rooms he won’t be allowed into or the box on a form that labels them ‘roommates’ like that’s anywhere close to enough.

The engagement lines up with a weekend that all the original foxes are scheduled to meet up on, scraped together by Matt’s meticulous hands and Nicky’s constant phone calls.

Andrew isn’t interested in going, but Neil asks, so. They’re the first ones there.

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The Blonde Leading the Blind - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: None

Request by anon: Hi! I would like to request something for Jughead maybe something like Betty and Veronica is trying to set up Jughead and reader, so they send them into a blind date or something? Thank you :)

I took a little liberty with it, in the fact that it’s technically a one sided blind date, but I hope you like it!

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'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’ AU
  • Lydia is the Math teacher, obviously and Stiles is the english teacher
  • the students adore Stiles and teases him a lot because it’s super obvious he has a major crush on their math teacher
  • everytime she passes in front of his class, he stops talking for a solid minute and looks at her with the softest smile EVER
  • he then looks around and see the smiles faces on his student’s face and just roll his eyes all red and continues his class
  • they’re a bit scared of Lydia
  • She’s a very strict teacher and hates when they mess around during her class
  • but she’s loved as well because she does her best to make sure everyone understand what she’s saying
  • she also has a major crush on Stiles
  • but of course no one notices
  • both of them are aware that the whole school ships them together but neither even mentioned to anyone or each other
  • the other teachers are also in this
  • they usually pair both of them to do teacher things together and that scares Lydia bc what if people know
  • Stiles is more mad about it bc he does a horrible job keeping his shit together
  • they actually work together pretty well
  • but anyways
  • with valentine’s day coming, some students ask Stiles about romeo and juliet
  • so he gives them a class about it bc he likes the play a lot
  • also is valentine’s day and everyone is a sucker for romeo and juliet
  • little does he know that’s a part of their students plan to get mr stilinski and miss martin together
  • like the whole school is into this
  • everyone but the principal
  • because is not allowed for two teachers to date
  • but getting to the point
  • Stiles is teaching it and someone suggest that for them to understand it better, he should do a dramatic reading
  • and Stiles is so up for this shit because dramatic reading is so his thing
  • (i mean one time he performed a very long scene of star wars to his father just for the hell of it)
  • (he was like 15)
  • (Stiles’ dad wonders where did he go wrong)
  • so they get Stiles to be romeo and do the balcony scene from a part of the school
  • and tell him that one of the girls is going to be up there so he doesn’t look stupid doing it to no one
  • but actually they put him under one of Lydia’s classes window without him knowing
  • (everybody tells him that the class is empty bc Ms. Martin is in the lab today)
  • so he starts to read (super loud) under her window and waiting for one of his students to show up
  • but actually Lydia appears in the widow and raises her eyebrows to him
  • and it’s sunny so he doesn’t figure it out it’s Lydia and not one of his students so he keeps going
  • and the student are like LOVING IT and some are filming it and the ones in Lydia’s class are just ‘wtf is happening’
  • Lydia is just amused
  • and his line is over and the student is suppose to read the next line
  • but instead of hearing the students voice, he hears Lydia’s
  • she says the next line
  • Stiles just freeze right there
  • he puts a hand in front of his face and see it’s her and he’s blushing so hard
  • and there’s a silence
  • and Stiles looks around and see those little shits just smirking at him
  • but he’s already embarrassed in front of everyone including Lydia, so what the hell, right?
  • Stiles continues to recite romeo’s line and Lydia now is his juliet
  • everyone stops to watch, even the other teachers
  • because they’re so fucking adorable
  • when it ends everybody is applauding and Stiles is SO EMBARRASSED
  • he nods and takes his students back to his class and just stares at them for like 10 minutes
  • Stiles avoids Lydia for the rest of the day just wanting to go home and spend the weekend hoping she’ll forget everything by monday
  • But as soon as he’s in the parking lot, she bumps into him
  • (totally by accident, i swear)
  • and they do the small talk
  • “your performance was very interesting”
  • “i swear i thought your class was empty, those little shits played a prank on me”
  • “that’s fine. i really enjoyed it”
  • and then Stiles starts apologizing for everything and that he would never ever trust the word of his students and she’s more than welcome to take one of his classes to continue the one he interrupted
  • but he stops talking as soon as Lydia asks him out for Valentine’s day
  • and he just stares
  • and she’s like “we’ll, I can’t kill myself for you without even having a dinner first, so…”
  • this is the worst joke ever but she’s nervous and Stiles is just staring at her
  • Stiles wants to say yes so bad and he’s just trying to contain his excitement but instead of agreeing, he says it’s forbidden
  • Lydia just smiles and winks at him
  • “Of course it is. That’s what makes Romeo and Juliet a great love story”
Why I Don’t Like ‘Adopt, Don’t Shop’

First of all, I’m not against adopting pets. I’ve adopted dogs before, me and my family used to foster dogs, I have nothing against the act of adopting animals. But, the hashtag adoptdontshop, the disrespect for breeders, some of the people who adopt out dogs, and some of the practices in adopting dogs, that’s what I have a problem with.

My Mom used to be a dog breeder. Used to be. The stigma of breeding and the increased laws that have gotten more and more ridiculous stopped her from being able to. Puppy mills are disgusting and should be stopped, but breeders are different than puppy mills. Even before the ridiculous restrictions, there were a lot of laws and regulations in breeding that made the treatment of dogs very important. It costs a lot to breed dogs, so very few do it as their main source of income or solely for the money. Pet shops and pretty much anything run by the Humane Society? Not so strict.

I’m not saying those dogs don’t deserve all the love and happiness in the world, because they do. But by spreading the message of ‘adopt, don’t shop’, you’re making them more popular, get more funding, and lasting longer. I’m not exactly sure what I want for the future of pet shops and adoption centers, but I don’t want them to be run the same way. It’s kind of like the mental institutions in the 1950′s and 1960′s. They were terrible, horrible places, but when they shut down they just put all the people in the street with no help. Thankfully, that’s changed, but I’m not sure how it could with animals. I’m not saying pet shops and adoption centers are as bad as mental institutions, far from it, but just the general ‘this place is bad, we need to figure out a better place, but how?’ of it.

Humane Society and PETA are a whole post unto themselves and one of these days I’ll make that post, but I’ll keep it short for this one. They’re bad organizations. ‘Adopt, Don’t Shop’ is giving them attention and money.

It’s also about people wanting brownie points for being a good person and enlightened and woke. Most of these people don’t know what the hell they’re talking about, some of them don’t even give a damn about the dogs, just looking good or being progressive. Talk to me about Animal Rights, Animal Rights Activists, the good and the bad, and then I’ll take you seriously. But if you’re just saying it to be like reality stars? Nah. I’ll educate as much as I can, though, because I think a lot of it is pure naivety. The more people know, the more they can make informed decisions.

Some people also can’t have dogs that they don’t know the breed of. There’s allergies, room requirements, and probably more reasons I don’t even know about. For example, a former co-worker of mine had a dog when she was younger. She thought if was a small breed dog, not sure exactly what because the pound didn’t know, but her and her family fell in love and adopted the dog. Three months later, the dog they thought was a small breed, probably a chihuahua, ended up being about 90 pounds. Not always the safest when you live in an apartment or rent somewhere.

There’s also a certain sense of entitlement in adopting. ‘I adopt, so I’m better’. Sometimes it’s more affordable to buy from a breeder, sometimes it’s safer in the long run - my Mom had everyone sign a contract that if, for whatever reason, the person or people couldn’t keep the dog, they had to give it back to her and she would take it back. It’s not like that with shelters and pet shops.

So, basically, I have no problem with adopting dogs, I have problems with the people who say it’s the only good or right way to do and who don’t look at it and really think about it.

I Wouldn’t Do That

Request: an archie one shot where the reader and archie are dating for 6 months or something, but she thinks he’s cheating on her with veronica. she’s always been in the group, and in the start she likes ronnie, but when she notices some things and people starts talking about veronica and archie she gets anxious. BUT THEY AREN’T CHEATING thank you

a/n; I feel like Archie is that super caring boyfriend, but at the same time he could have a temper about certain things?

Word Count: 830

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

The day felt like it was never going to end as I was surrounded by people carelessly talking about my boyfriend being in a closet with Veronica Lodge. We used to pretty close considering she just moved here, but I’m starting to doubt that now, factoring in the rumors going around. I’m trying to give Archie the benefit of the doubt here, but it’s difficult because he’s been distant lately, which only strengthens the doubt in my mind. 

“Hey, Juggie.” I teased when he came up next to me, his dark eyebrows shot up. “Why so glum?” His monotone voice rang through my ears as I saw Archie talking with Veronica and Betty. I looked down at my shoes, watching the dingy white laces shake with every step I took. “Ask the red head.” Is all I said, veering off towards the girls bathroom, the door swung shut behind me, echoing through the empty stalls. I glanced in the mirror, not recognizing myself through all the pain expressed on my face, how has he not noticed?

“Y/N?” Betty asked, sticking her head in, our eyes met in the mirror. I closed mine instantly, trying to force back the tears, except they didn’t go back, they came out. “What happened?” She rushed over, placing a hand on my shoulder, “did you and Archie have a fight?” Her tone was gentle as I looked up at her. A new line of tears forming at the mention of his name, my head shook at the same time that my shoulders shrugged. 

Hesitantly Betty opened her mouth to say something, “he sent me in here to get you, he’s worried about you. Jug told him something, I just don’t know what it was.” She spoke softly, in her typical Betty Cooper fashion. “Veronica–she went in the closet with Archie at Cheryl’s. How do I know they didn’t do anything? Everyone says they did.” I cried out, lightly tugging on the roots of my hair. Betty shook her head, “they didn’t do anything.” She tried to explain, but I just wouldn’t have it. “I need to hear that from Archie, and he needs to mean it. Otherwise I think I’ll go insane, Betty.” I tried to be polite, but my voice came out harsher than I intended, she understood though, she didn’t seem angry with me, which was a relief. 

“Y/N?” Archie breathed out as I walked by with Betty, I saw her give him a look out of the corner of my eyes as we continued out of the school. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Archie sounded upset as he followed us through the front lawn of the high school, I couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him, knowing the look that was most likely on his face, I could hear it in his voice, he’s worried, hurt, anything and everything that goes with having your love upset. 

“You can go, Betty.” I breathed out, once we were a fair distance from the school, much closer to Pop’s now. “I wanna talk to him.” I assured her, knowing he could hear me, since he wasn’t very subtle with his techniques in following us. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Archie practically ran over to me once Betty was gone. He reached out to touch me, knowing how easily he is able to comfort me, but not this time. I stepped out of his reach, finally meeting his eyes, which looked just as pained as I was, just from the sight of me, tear stains dried on my cheeks, without a doubt the tip of my nose was red from wiping at it so much. My eyes felt dry and puffy now, most likely looking that way too. 

“What happened at Cheryl’s party?” I asked, not moving my eyes from him, his protective demeanor faltered at my words, “that’s what this is about?” He sounded a little surprised. “Did you kiss her, just like everyone is saying?” I paused, not being able to keep the words from tumbling out of my mouth, “do you even love me, arch? Because you haven’t seemed to care much about me until Jughead pointed it out to you.” I explained, dreading his answer. Instantly I could tell his protectiveness over my emotions was back. 

“Of course I love you, Y/N. I wouldn’t do that to you, never, nothing happened between Veronica and I.” He stepped closer to me, I didn’t back away this time. “I was too afraid to face you after everyone had started to say those things, but when Jug told me how upset you were, I couldn’t stand not being with you.” He hesitantly cupped my cheek, the tips of his fingers touching my hair. “I’m sorry.” I breathed out, leaning forward, my forehead resting against his chest, my figure slightly slouched. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He assured me, moving his hand so his arms could both wrap around me, holding me tightly against him. 

Garcia’s Helper (SR)

Request:

Hi! I was wondering if it’s not to much trouble if I could get a imagine involving SpencerXReader. Idea: she works with Garcia and has a friendship like morgan and her but with Reid and they have nicknames and they are very very close and live together. And everyone hopes they’ll get together because they are so close and are the babies of the group. You can decide to keep it a friendship or make it more(: Thank You💗

Warnings: None (Not edited)

your pov:

“Hey doll face.” I heard Spencer say from across the room. I smiled and walked towards him giving him a small hug. “Why did you leave without me this morning?” He asked looking slightly offended. “Spence I’ve been here all night. I didn’t leave without you.” I said giggling. “What? Why not, I could’ve sworn you came in.” He said walking with me to the coffee machine. I smiled and shook my head. “Penelope needed help last night, I stayed.” I told him pouring some half and half in my coffee. “I need to talk to that women, she keeps you here too much.” He told me strutting off to her office. “Garcia, you have been keeping her here too late.” He said complaining to his co-worker. “Sorry sugar plum, she offered.” She said tapping Reid on the nose with her feathery pen. He turned around and stared at me with his hand over his heart. “I’m hurt, you didn’t want to come home and see me.” He said fake wiping away tears. I giggled and opened the door, “Spence you have work to be doing and so do I, I’ll come home tonight and see you.” I told him escorting him out. 

“You guys are so cute. I hope you guys get together.” The one and only miss Garcia stated, twirling a piece of hair around. “Come on Pen, you know we are just friends.” I told her pulling a chair up to my desk. “I know what just friends looks like. Just friends doesn’t look like that.” She said wiggling her eyebrows. “Then what do you call yours and Derek’s relationship then? Married?” I said snorting. “Ha-ha very funny.” She said whipping back to her monitor. “Our relationship is different.” She stated pursing her lips. “How so?” I asked back. “We don’t live together.” She said giving me a wicked smile. I rolled my eyes turing back to my screen to get the mountain of paper work done. 


By the end of the day I was tired and almost done with the paper work. My body ached and my mind was shut down completely. I laid my head on my desk closing my eyes. I sighed and yawned feeling my body relax. “Hey Garcia.” I heard Spencer say as he entered the room. “Hey lover boy.” Garcia answered back. “Lover boy?” He asked, “Yeah, you and Y/N love each other it’s obvious.” She told him. “What no we don’t.” He said in a high hushed voice. “Yeah okay lover boy.” She said laughing. “How long has she been asleep?” He asked. I felt him come closer to my side. He placed a hand on my back, rubbing his thumb in circles over the fabric. “Only a few minutes.” She answered him. I felt him poke my side and lift up my hand dropping it back down on the desk. “Y/N wake up.” He said shaking my shoulder. I groaned and pushed him away from my body. “I’m too lazy to move.” I said resting my head on my hand making me stay up. “Come on, I’ll drive us home. You can get your car tomorrow.” He told me, taking my upper arm and pushing me up on my feet. “Okay, okay. Let me grab my purse.” He held it up in his hands placing a hand on my back. “I already got it.” He said quietly in my ear. I shivered feeling the warm breath on my neck. 

I climbed into the passenger seat buckling myself in. I closed my eyes trying to get some sleep. The feelings swirling in my head gave me a headache. Do I love him? Do I want to be with him? I mean we live together but we’ve never talked about getting romantically involved with each other. I curled my hands around myself making myself feel secure. 

“Hey Y/N, we’re home.” I heard Spencer say. I groaned and stretched out my arms and yawned. “Will you carry me. I’m too tired.” I said pouting looking over at him. His tired eyes softened. “Alright angel face.” He said getting out of the car coming around to my side. He opened my door and held my waist as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled into his neck breathing in his scent. “You’re such a baby.” He said laughing. I shrugged my shoulders, “Eh. I’m not complaining. You’re carrying me.” I said smiling into his neck. His chest vibrated as he laughed. “I guess that’s true.” He unlocked the front door and placed me on the floor. “I didn’t want to be put down.” I said whining. He playfully rolled his eyes and set his keys and shoulder bag down. “Come on sleepy head.” He said lifting my knees up in one arm holding onto my back with the other. I hooked my arms around his neck. “Spencer I like you.” I said snuggling into his neck. He laughed, “I’d hope so, we’re living together.” I laughed and shook my head as he sat me down on my bed. “No Spencer, I mean I like like you.” I told him fiddling with my hands. The blush flushed over my cheeks making me hot. He pushed me back on the bed and kissed my lips gently, but passionately. “God I’ve been waiting to do that.” 

I Am Too

Hello! I have not written anything in a long time (since 2013 rip) but I could not stay away from H so here is something I came up with. Hope ya’ll enjoy. 



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The gathering with your friends had been going on for a couple of hours now and since you had a meeting earlier that day you were feeling a little more tired than you’d liked. You were sat at the edge of one the couches while drinking something that was more ice than anything. You were brought back into the room when you suddenly felt the weight of the couch tilt. 

“You’ve been sitting in this couch for the past hour. Is everything alright?” asked Harry while handing you a drink that had the perfect amount of ice cubes and liquor.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. Wish this wasn’t happening on a Tuesday honestly” you stated while Harry chuckled. 

You were always the one to go to sleep first between you both and probably all of your friends. He wouldn’t mind it if you also weren’t the first one to wake up. He liked seeing you calm and quiet in the mornings but you were always out of bed before he could rub the sleep from his eyes. 

You and Harry had been seeing each other for the past few weeks but no one knew about it. There was a few people in your close friend group that knew you guys had hooked up in the past but nothing too serious. Due to some recent events, you decided to see what your relationship could flourish into but you did not want to break the news to your friends. Not yet, at least. And based on the last couple gatherings, your friends had no clue. 

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He’s Hot and Nice and My Son Set Us Up

Originally posted by bxckyrogers

He’s Hot and Nice and My Son Set Us Up

Logan Howlett X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Prompt for Logan X Reader. Reader is a woman in her mid-late twenties who is human but a single mother to an off-looking mutant seven year old boy. She takes him to the school, hoping he’ll have a place there, and the first person she meets is Logan. She seems attracted to him, and is very curious about him in general, but she doesn’t think he could ever like someone whose life is such a mess. But her son is DETERMINED to set them up…

Notes: Ok so I know I don’t say it much but I’ve always loved Logan??? SO HAVE SOME LOGAN! Also, for everyone else reading, I tried to keep it a little more vague so they felt included.

Warning(s): Light use of language.

Being a single mother was one of the hardest things that (y/n) had ever done. Is still doing, to be exact. It’s even harder when you’re a human with a young mutant child whose powers let themselves be known early in the physical manner. He had been kicked out of his school due to it. Very stressful, very stressful indeed.

Xaviers Institute was one of the best things (y/n) had heard of. Yes, it was going to be hard to leave their young son in the hands of others, but those others were more than capable to handle him. Far more than (y/n) was, anyways. The good part, at least, was that their son was excited, jumping about and gathering the last of his things that morning. He was excited to see and meet new people and environments. (y/n) was sad to see him go.

***

They were a little early, about ten minutes. (y/n)’s son stood still, practically crackling with nervous yet excited energy. He held their hand, squirming slightly when all the kids passed by to get to their next class. A bigger man, burly, with hair on his arms, stopped talking to a white haired woman and looked over at (y/n). He gave a smile and walked over.

“Are you Miss (l/n)?” He asked, hands on his hips. (y/n) nodded. Damn. To be honest, this guy was hot. Like. Hot. Their son noticed and giggled, going to stand in front of his mother.

“Ah, yes, I am. My name is (y/n) (l/n) and this is my son, Jackson. I’m… I talked to Professor Xavier over the phone, so I’m guessing you’re not him?” They asked gently. Logan shook his head.

“Nah, I’m not. My name’s Logan. Chuck is teaching a class right now. Actually, he’s done but probably talking to any students who stayed after. You are a little early, but that isn’t bad. He’ll be here in a few minutes if you need to talk to him.”

“I do have a few questions but I can wait to ask him.” (y/n) answered. Logan was extremely attractive. Also, (y/n) couldn’t help but be interested in what the man’s power might be. But there was no way on Earth that he would be interested in them, especially being a single parent who’s about to leave their son at the Institute. Said son giggled and took a step forward.

“I’m Jackson. I think mom likes you.” He grinned, bright pearly teeth, even though one of his front teeth was missing. (y/n) flushed a deep red and laughed softly, pulling their son back.

“Sorry, he’s always like this. It’s nothing really-”

“Nah it’s alright. I like you too, lady. How about I give you and your son the tour of the campus. Lunch is straight afterwards so you’ll be able to see the professor then. Sound good?” Logan asked as he turned towards the door out of the foyer. (y/n), still flushed a deep red, nodded bashfully and let their son drag them out the door. Logan and (y/n) walked closely throughout the campus.

(y/n) never got to ask the professor their question.

***

It wasn’t uncommon for parents to visit their children. Well, actually it was a little uncommon, but the parents who did care often visited on weekends where nothing was going on. (y/n) sat in the backyard, a tree overhead them and their son as they chatted over a picnic. Also, Logan was there, but he was happy and silent.

It had been a few years since Jackson had first stepped foot into Xavier’s Institute. Over the years he never failed to set up his mother and Logan, who always went along with his schemes and bonded over them, even if their talk was small. They slowly sat closer and closer together. Which would explain how they were now, practically in each other’s lap.

Logan shifted and wrapped his arms around (y/n)’s waist and pulled them closer. ___ had run off in a promise to be back in a few minutes as he went to chat with one of his friends over some important young teenage business. Logan took this time to nuzzle himself all over (y/n), who laughed.

“Logan what are you doing?” They giggled.

“Loving you, what else?”

“I don’t know. Just thought there was a thing against too much PDA for the younger kids.” (y/n) sighed. Logan scoffed and pulled (y/n) impossibly closer.

“Fuck that. Xavier can kiss my ass.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Charles shouted from his open office window just across the yard. Logan rolled his eyes as (y/n) promptly burst into a crackling giggling fit, causing Logan to grip them harder.

“I love you.” Logan grumbled with a happy smile. (y/n) calmed down with a sigh, “I love you too, Logan. Now come on, let’s separate before Professor Xavier wheels down here and does it himself.” Logan mumbled another fuck that before scooting over, Charles at the top of the ramp leading down to the yard.  (y/n) and Logan held hands for the rest of the evening, talking and playing with Jackson as though they had an eternity.

We’ve Got Tonight by CSM

Summary: Based off of 5x12 Bratva episodes. Later that night, she crawls into his bed, and whispers “Can you give me this one night, Oliver?” But then he looks at her clear blue eyes, that are pleading with him, and he knows that he’ll do anything she asks of him. 

Aka what I wish would have happen. Susan also does not exist in this fic.

AN: This fic is for the Olicity Valentine smut a thon my prompt was “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

AN2: special thanks to @smoakqueenz for the AMAZING graphic

They make their way back to the secret ARGUS house, Rory and Curtis are singing like two drunk merry men and Oliver looks across at Diggle both of them exchanging a small smile of amusement. Dinah comes into view her eyes trained on the two drunk men who are walking into the house or at least trying to. They both stop to bow at the large fern that’s standing next to the front door.

“I’ll keep an eye on Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, tonight.” Dinah says with a dry tone, her eyes trained on both men. Things are still so new with her and the team but Oliver is glad that not only she gets along with everyone on the team, but they have already starting looking out for each other. It makes him feel like he’s done something right for a change.”I suspect you have your own problems to deal with.”

At her comment Oliver frowns, both he and Diggle turn their heads to the right, and sure enough there is Felicity currently swirling in the spot arms raised in the air as she dances to the beat of her own song.

The corner of Oliver’s lips tick up in amusement, the  fact that she’s dancing gives him a big clue to her level of drunkenness. She’s at that happy medium where her body is light as a feather and everything seems blissful but she’s still aware of herself and more importantly her surroundings, not that the team would let anything happen to her. Oliver is very familiar with this Felicity, his smile doesn’t go unnoticed by either Diggle or Dinah cause Diggle only rolls his eyes in response.

“She did say you would deal with her.” Dinah says in amusement, it’s the first time Oliver has ever seen the woman smile so brightly, “Well she didn’t say that exactly. She said ‘Oliver would put me to bed’.”

At her words Oliver’s ears pink up, and he tears his gaze away from Felicity to look at the other woman, who is now outright smirking at Oliver, “The moment I met her, I knew there was a story there. You’ll have to tell me about it one day, for now you’ve got other concerns…why is she sitting on the cold wet floor?”

Oliver whips around and sure enough, Felicity is sitting on cold gravel, brushing away the dirt on her grey coat, “Crap, she’s gonna fall asleep on the ground.”

He can hear Dinah protesting at the notion, but her protest die on her lips when she sees Felicity lean forward on her knees looking very much like she’s actually getting comfortable. Oliver shakes his head, taking two quick strides and hooks his hands under her armpits pulling her to her feet with little protests from his sleepy drunken blonde.

“Hey, let’s get you inside.” Oliver whispers softly, hand sliding to her waist to steady her, but Felicity seems to not care that for the space that he’s putting between them and she practically curls around him, her hands wrapping around his waist.

“You’re very pretty, Oliver.” Felicity declares loudly, her face smushed against his chest.

“Oliver.” Diggles calls out with a warning tone, “Maybe I should take her.”

“Hey! It’s my diggle-nator!” Felicity says with delight and Oliver has to grab  hold of her waist when she almost tips forward to look around Oliver to see Diggle.

This time his brother does crack a smile, greeting Felicity warmly. Diggle then turns to Oliver, his face sobering, “Be careful.”

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The Other Side of the Ocean

~Prologue~

Rhode Island is for … friends

Taylor stops at the crosswalk, the two handles of the stroller firmly in her grasp, as she looks both directions for the absence of approaching cars. Blake stands next to her in a flowy white peasant dress, her hair tucked under a large wicker sunhat.

“Okay James,” Taylor says, as she pushes the two-year-old into the street, “we’re almost to the horsies!” Two-year-old James is curled up in her stroller, sucking on her thumb, wearing heart-shaped pink sunglasses, hair in a short ponytail, and a matching two-piece skort and t-shirt.

“Haw-sies!” James cries out, her thumb coming out of her mouth just long enough to cry out. “Haw-sies!” she says again, pointing across the street at the spinning carousel.  

Blake laughs and turns to Taylor as they reach the other side of the two-lane road. “It sounded like she said ‘hussies’!”

Taylor giggles and her eyes dance from behind her red-framed sunglasses. “That is on the *other* side of town,” she smirks. “I can take you there later if you wanna go…”

The two women laugh again, and as baby James overhears, she joins in with her mother and friend, giggling loudly too.

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He loves me, He loves me not Pt.1

Request: “…could I ask for a Jimin angst with a fluffy angst ending? One where Y/N goes to High School with BTS and they’re all close to each other- a squad basically; but you have had a crush on Jimin that the other guys are aware of?”

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

A/N: After 600 years I’m finally posting this, quite a journey in planning the plot, plus school got in the way. I’m sorry for taking so long and enjoy :)

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Brad imagine - a fan defends you

Requested by an anon

Your eyes are fixed on Brad, watching as he talks to a group of fans on the street. You smile softly, seeing Brad and the fans all laugh and smile together. You feel slightly jealous that you’re so awkward around new people and can’t really join into the conversation, but it makes you happy seeing Brad interacting with fans. That’s one of your favourite things about him—how he treats and acts around his fans.

“You’re Y/N, right?” a girl says, looking to be a little younger than you.

You smile and nod. “Yup, that’s me.”

“You don’t deserve Brad,” she says suddenly, startling you by the bitterness in her voice.

You frown and glance to him. You can tell that he didn’t hear the girl. She was speaking lowly, and the two of you are a little away from the crowd. “I’m sorry?”

She frowns and folds her arms over her chest. “You’re just using him for his fame. You don’t deserve to date him. He’s way too good for you.”

Your frown gets larger and you feel an anxious feeling starting to form in your stomach. You hate confrontation and arguing in person. “Um … I don’t … I’m not using him for fame.”

“Yeah right.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re not pretty, you’re not talented, and you’re not a nice person. You don’t have anything going for you, so you’re obviously trying to use Brad to make yourself liked and popular. Well, it’s not working.”

You bite your lip and look at Brad, hoping he’ll come over and save you from his horrible conversation. He’s still engrossed in his conversation, though. “I’m not using him for fame or popularity. I’m not using him at all. I love him.”

The girl laughs. “Whatever. I doubt he loves you back. How could anyone?”

“Hey,” another voice says from behind you. “Leave her alone.”

You look over and see another girl, this one looking older than the other, standing with her arms folded over her chest.

“This doesn’t concern you,” the first girl says.

“It concerns all of us fans,” the second girl replies. “As fans, we need to love and support the boys, no matter what they do and who they date. Y/N is a really nice person. She’s so sweet to everyone, and she’s so talented and passionate about her hobbies. She’s also so gorgeous, so stop picking on her and leave her alone.”

The other girl looks stunned, as if she didn’t expect to be called out. She opens her mouth but says nothing.

“If you don’t like Y/N, just keep your mouth shut and don’t associate with her. Nobody’s forcing you to like her, but you should at least respect her.” The new girl gives you a small smile. “I think Brad is really lucky to have Y/N. She makes him extremely happy.”

You feel your cheek heat up and you smile slightly. “Thank you.”

The first girl huffs and walks off angrily, obviously at a loss for words.

“Thank you,” you say again. “It was really nice of you to say those things.”

“No problem,” the girl says, grinning. “It’s our job as fans to protect The Vamps and their friends and families.”

You smile. “What’s your name?”

“Laura,” she says.

“Do you have a twitter?”

She nods and tells you her username.

You smile. “I’ll tell the boys what happened, and they can follow you.”

Her eyes grow wide and she smiles widely at you. “Oh my god, really?! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do for standing up for me.”

Brad goes over to you and puts his hand onto your lower back. “Hey babe. Everything okay over here?”

You nod, smiling over at Laura. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Laura and I were just talking.”

Laura smiles and waves. “Hello again.”

Brad grins. “Hey. I saw another girl here. Where’d she go?”

You open your mouth to speak, but Laura speaks first. “I told her to stop being rude to Y/N and she left.”

Brad’s smile falls and he looks at you. “What was she saying?”

“It’s not important,” you mumble. “She was just being kind of ignorant and rude. It’s fine, it’s been handled thanks to Laura.”

Brad looks at her, a look of gratitude on his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Laura says, smiling sweetly. “It’s the least I can do after all that you and the boys have done for us.”

“I’m happy to know that there are some fans who don’t hate Y/N,” he says softly.

You bite your lip and take his hand, giving it a small squeeze.

Laura smiles. “I have to get going, but it was so lovely meeting you, Brad. Thank you for the pictures, and thank you for being so kind.” She looks at you. “I’m glad I ran into you, too.”

You give her a smile. “Likewise.”

She looks at Brad one last time before walking off.

“You know I love you,” Brad says quietly, “right?”

You look at him and nod slightly. “Yes, I do. You know I love you too?”

He nods. “Mhm. I just don’t want you to ever feel insecure or worried that I don’t love you or anything like that. Especially not because of girls who call themselves fans when all they do is send hate to you and the other girlfriends.” He kisses your temple and pulls you closer. “I love you so much, Y/N. No matter what anyone may say, never forget that you’re my one and only, and you mean the world to me.”

Leverage College AU

So I don’t really like high school AU’s that much, and I don’t think a Leverage one would really work. Like at least with these guys, just high school isn’t enough to truly give them a chance to become masters in their fields—they need to mature a bit.

Not to mention high school au vs college au there’d be so many more cons to do. These wouldn’t be children taking on adults, without almost any training or experience. It’d be adults vs adults, albeit adults in training, kinda. Part of the possible corruption in colleges are just how big they are. Sure, you can have a high school with maybe 5,000 students, but that’d be a small-midsized college. There are so many things to go wrong, just in their own college. Administrative issues, club issues (who has more funding, clubs trying to get approved but they keep getting blocked by someone on the administration for a bs reason), tenure—most professors are older white men, how could there not be issues—biased teachers, bribed teachers who give certain student A’s, exclusive clubs, hell cheating, test score fraud (not just SAT’s, there’s the tests you need to take for post-grad education), scholarship competition. Hell, some asshole professors make it so there’s a pre-set number of A’s in the class—do you know the kind of sabotage that could happen?

Hell, we were given an episode about an exclusive fraternity abusing a psych experiment, along with the episode about safety standards and cheerleaders. Shit happens at college.

And if they’re in a city like Philadelphia or New York City, there could be dozens of universities around. There’s not going to be a lack of people needing help.

Parker originally wasn’t supposed to be there, but the track coach once timed her running and well. They promised her lots and lots of chocolate if she actually went to school enough to be on the track team, so she got a scholarship for college. She doesn’t really care that much, but she likes math and the calculations she learns help her plan heists. The amount of times the Physics department professors have had a discussion w Parker about ‘theoretical’ issues that she brings up and. Well. It’s Parker. She also has a minor in Political Science bc she thinks it’s interesting (Listen. Remember how in the Hockey episode she knew about Schilling’s Theory of Rational Deterrence during the Cold War. I don’t make the rules Parker does.)

Also, by being on the track team she gets to travel around a lot, and it’s a readymade alibi as for why she’s in that area. She doesn’t always plan heists around the places she visits, and she goes plenty of times by herself, but it’s pretty good cover.

Since she has a scholarship, they pay for her meal plan and her housing, along w books. No, she never actually uses that room bc hello, waaaaaaaay too obvious, but that’s the point. If everyone expects her to be one place, that would be the first place they’d look for her, give her some time to get away—classic misdirection.

She has like 3 other apartments and like 4 warehouses that no one knows about that she rotates through, both sleeping AND keeping loot. But she takes the free meal plan, she doesn’t have to actually pay for them so more money for her. Not to mention some of the books have good ideas. I’m not saying she gets all A’s in her classes, but she passes.

And really, who’d think a college student is a world-renowned thief? ‘Academic’ is not exactly synonymous with that kind of crime, especially a pretty, 21 year old blonde Physics major.

She’s also a (sporadic) part of the outdoors club. What can she say—they have some pretty good climbing gear, and sometimes it can be hard to constantly get rid of gear. Just a few things—the high tech stuff she gets herself, but the basic things that aren’t easily traced to her? Yeah, it’s convenient. Plus if she’s ever caught, asking why do you have climbing gear becomes a whole lot easier to answer. Also good practice.

Nate is an Art History undergrad, Philosophy grad student who’s the team’s TA. He and Maggie were high school sweethearts, got married their junior year, Maggie had their son a few months after graduation. Nate’s now a grad student. He worked for IYS two years after graduation, interned for them every year during summers in between school and was well on his way to being their star investigator when his 3 year old son died, and they wouldn’t pay for his treatment.

He and Maggie later got divorced, and he’s back at school. They give him a stipend for school, and he doesn’t have to pay for tuition. And well. A constantly drunk Philosophy student is almost expected—he doesn’t really get in trouble with his job.

Aaaaand Hardison. Now, Hardison’s a bit more unexpected. You’d think he’d be Computer Science, but Hardison would run rings around any comp sci professor he’d have—he was only 21, tops, when the series started. Like there is not really that much of a difference between Hardison in the first season and this one in regards to computer ability. He’s a sophomore, and about 19-20.

But this is Hardison. Hardison, who isn’t just a wiz with computers—anything he touches, he can do. “I’ve hacked history” he (correctly) proclaims after figuring out a way to duplicate a 17th century journal in just 24 hours. And then there’s the time Sophie was explaining the history of a piece of art when Nate interjects, saying they already knew all of that, when Hardison interrupts, saying he doesn’t know that much before the 1980’s. Hardison’s a damn sponge when it comes to learning. The dude literally became a lawyer in one day.

So, he’s not going to be a computer science major. He wouldn’t actually learn anything from that, there’s literally 0 point. He has so many minors–an art and design minor, a music minor, and a chem minor. He’s also part of band (hello, Hardison the violin prodigy). So, he’s a mechanical engineering major—a computer, he can buy himself, but a bunch of the gadgets and gizmos he can’t get himself—or at least not easily—he can get for free at the university. Not to mention access to state of the art labs.

He mostly does it at first for his Nana, and then he finds out he genuinely loves learning. And he has a scholarship, and the cafeteria has orange soda, so everything’s all good.

And remember how excited Hardison got in the cooking episode, when he got to fire a laser? Yeah, he gets excited for all the gadgets he has access to.

But he still isn’t on the straight and narrow at all. He’s a hacker, first and foremost.

And Eliot. Oh Eliot. He’s a bit older, maybe enlisted at 17 (he kinda sorta lied), and now 22 and going to college on the GI Bill (I think that’s right). Eliot is almost more of a Jack-of-all-trades than Hardison, and it’s much more unexpected. Like in the episode they made a guy think aliens are real, he had a discussion with Hardison up Fermi’s paradox in regards to other life forms, and Eliot brings up Drake’s equation saying that with a hundred billion stars in our galaxy there’s up to 10,000 technological civilizations “you never know when you have to fight an alien.” Eliot is smart, both street smarts AND book smart and just knows a bunch about every topic. So, he double majors in Liberal Arts and minors in kinesthesiology. After going through his first semester and joining the cooking club, he also adds Culinary Science to his major.

Eliot isn’t a D1 or D3 athlete, but he does a lot of intramural and club sports. From judo to archery to badminton to table tennis, he does it all.

As for Sophie, she’s a Psych grad student, Art History/Linguistics undergrad. Yes, you’d think she’d be a Theater major, but that’s way too obvious. A grifter, who’s a Drama major? Too obvious. Yeah, the reason why Sophie never gets caught is because she never gets audition—she’s a horrible actress when people are looking. You don’t really think “great liar.” I do think she genuinely tries, but it’s also another misdirection.

So much of what Sophie does is an understanding of people, how they tick, their behavior, why they do what they do. She went to a different university for undergrad, and she’s mid 20’s—and ofc, both undergrad and grad school are using an alias. But what Sophie does is mostly enacting her interpretation of human nature. God, Sophie could come up with another approach to psychology with how much she knows, could go down in the textbooks if she wanted.

As for what she’s been doing in between, well, she has a very good cover story for that. But she needs to lie low for a little bit, and fleshing out more of an alias can always help. She developed that Charlotte Prentice alias for 7 years, it’s not out of the realm of possibility she’d do this, especially if she needs to lay low. It’s her first year at this school, and she’s not really that invested but like Parker, it can be a good cover.

She’s met Nate before, same as in the series—he’s chased after her. Although, now that he’s not working at IYS, he doesn’t really care—it’s a big school, they don’t really interact.

And just because they’re now at a university doesn’t mean the first episode would go any differently, at least at first. Or, maybe there’s a faraway professor, named Victor Dubenich, who yes, assembles the team, but doesn’t actually realize Hardison, Eliot, and Parker go to the same university as Nate—he’s much more public than the others. And maybe they don’t realize they all go to the same college, at first. Like they realize that they all live near each other, but the same college?

Because one of the advantages to being that young is that sure, you have fewer contacts and fewer scores and assets but you also have less of a record, less of a trail, fewer chances for people to find out the details of who you are.

But yes, things can get competitive in academia, especially when those plans could be sold for millions of dollars. Except, it turns out it wasn’t even from another professor. It was from a (sleep deprived) grad student.

They still take him down, and makes a seriously ridiculous amount of money. And they all enjoy it more than they thought, like what they’re doing. They start to go their own ways—except not really.

And then they walk into their Intro to Philosophy class, the one that the school requires every major to take, even Sophie, and guess who’s the TA but Nate Ford?

2

this is probably just me simply fixating on one short moment again, but i honestly can’t stop thinking about luna’s line in this scene? it’s just too much?

like, roan tells her that he doesn’t want to fight her because she is wounded, but luna isn’t powerless. in fact, she is so calculated in what she says that she actually manages to strike a chord and provokes the fight roan wants to avoid.

she is literally turning the table against him and therefore the rest of the group with the whole “you have no choice” thing, using the same methods they keep using in the lab and making it hard for everyone involved. and best of all, she is so up in his face that it’s clear that she does not fear him. like, it’s so incredible in a way, because this is a side of her that i somewhat fully appreciate - being sinister. she is so aware of herself and the things she is capable of doing.

it’s amazing. i dont know yall. all i’m saying is that if she doesn’t fascinate you even a bit, then you are not looking very closely.

nudes feat. feelings

a/n: another shitty title. But the italics in this are a flashback. Hope you enjoy. feel free to request. they’re always open.

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Just another chill day with the guys. That’s how I spent most of my days, with the squad. We all became friends when I first moved to Omaha, in my sophomore year.

I had like 4 classes with Johnson and Gilinksy. So we immediately became friends. And then they introduced me to their friend Sammy and Nate, who were a year older.

Gilinsky had drug me to one of their games. Nate Sammy and Johnson starting varsity. It was a lot of fun. Me and G sat there and cheered for them. I mostly screamed for Johnson, since I didn’t know Nate and Sammy too well at that point. I had just been in school for like 3 months, and only knew Nate and Sammy for like a month, so I still felt a bit weird around them.

And then I started varsity for the girls team. Starting point guard. And you best believe every single game, G and Johnson were sitting in the front row screaming for me. After like the fourth game, Nate and Sammy started coming with them, and we had a tradition to go out to eat after the games. Always.

And I think that’s when I started to talk to Sammy more. It actually started after a game. We had just lost by 1 point. A buzzer beater in over time. I was so pissed, and it actually was my worst game I had all that year. But I was just so bummed about that game.

All dinner I was quiet. But that night, Sammy just happened to sit next to me in the booth and that’s when I think our friendship started.

“why so quiet?” he asked.

“I’m just annoyed.” I replied, playing with my straw in my water.

“why?” he asked. Looking at me, even though I wasn’t looking up.

“the game.” I mumbled.

“you serious?” he laughed, and that made me look at him.

“yeah I’m serious. I’ve never played so bad before.”

“you didn’t do that bad even. It was the rest of your teammates for not helping you out.”

“no, I should have been able to handle it.”

“(y/n) you didn’t do bad.”

“I had at least 14 turnovers.” I huffed, annoyed with how bad I played.

“they triple teamed you.”

“I shouldn’t have had 14 turnovers still. Regardless of the triple team and traps.”

“it was 6.” He said, no longer looking at me, instead taking a sip from his water and looking straight ahead.

“what?” I asked, looking at him. He turned and looked at me.

“you had 6 turnovers. 15 assists. 8 steals and 26 points.”

And that was the conversation that started me and Sammy’s friendship. Every game after that, we would sit next to each other at dinner and talk stats. And then at his games I would keep track of his stats.

Whenever he made a three, he would do the little 3 sign that looked like an okay symbol by his eye and then point at me. Every time.

It was in the middle of halftime at one of his games that he took the mic and asked me to prom. With balloons and flowers. I of course said yes. Why not. He was literally like my best friend by this point.

Now here we are, 3 years later. Out in LA. I lived by myself, and I did photography for the guys. They all did music and stuff and I went touring with them and took photos for them. They all did photoshoots for me too.

I lived in a little house like right down the block. I practically stayed over at the boys place though. Or they stayed over at mine.

We were currently at the boys’ place. They had a bunch of people over. Like Nash, Hayes, Jake, the usual gang. And then Emily and Madison were there too. We were all kinda just doing our own thing. I was laying out by the pool, drinking a beer. Emily and Madison were laying out with me too.

The three of us were all really good friends. I loved those two like sisters, and Emily practically was. She always hoped that me and Sammy would get together, but we were just such good friends. Best friends, anything more than that seemed so weird to even think about.

Yeah we complimented each other all the time and play flirted, never taking each other serious. Like when I came out in my bikini he said “mmmm you look good ma, the things I would do to you.” As he licked his lips and looked me up and down.

Everyone wanted us to get together. Half of them actually thought we were already hooking up behind their backs. But that’s just how we were with each other. Touchy, flirty, protective.

Like Sammy brought home this one girl one time and she was all over him at the club but the second we got home she literally clung onto Nate like the whole time. Nate didn’t pay much attention to it, to stoned to care, but I could tell Sammy was bummed, so I called her a hoe and told her to leave.

And then Sammy this one time nearly beat the shit out of this random guy out on the street. We were all going out to lunch and I was running late. He tried to get me to come home with him and when I wouldn’t he called me a bitch, which I didn’t mind, then he called me a hoe and slut once he saw me sit down with all the guys. Sammy got up and nearly beat the shit out of him right there and then but G and Nate held him back.

So yeah, everyone thought we were a thing, but the truth is we are just best friends. I mean, yeah, he’s hot. And sure, I might have a little bit of feelings for him. It’s hard not to feel something towards him when I spend so much time with him.

But we had our own hookups. He wasn’t the cuffing type, and me on the other hand. I normally would talk to a guy for a month or two before calling quits, simply cause things with him just didn’t seem right.

Like I was talking to this guy Matt. He was super sweet and hilarious. We’ve went out like 8 times. Dinner. Clubbing. Out to the beach. Just little things. And yeah, we’ve had sex, it happens.

I was currently texting him, or uh, sexting him I guess. We always did this shit. It seemed like we were both constantly horny, but we also always managed to joke around. Sammy’s met Matt once when we all went out, and he didn’t like him at all. I don’t know why, but idk, things with Matt feel so different than with all the other guys.

I was in the middle of texting him back, when someone blocked my sun. I looked up to see Sammy. Quickly sending my message to Matt and locking my phone I looked up at Sammy, folding my arms over my chest.

“can I help you?” I asked, with a bit of attitude, cause let’s be honest, I always have one.

“oh yeah, I’ve got a few things you can do for me.” He bites his lip.

“seriously Sam, can’t you keep it in your pants in front of your own sister.” Emily chimes in.

“sorry sis, she just turns me on so much.” He says, sliding in and sitting next to you, Emily and Madison looking at both of us.

“just admit you two are hooking up, for heavens sake.” Madison says, throwing up her arms.

“we’re not.” Me and Sammy said in sync.

“yeah, she’s got that one little fuck.” Sammy kept speaking.

“seriously Sammy.”

“I’m just saying. I don’t like him.” He spoke, us going off into our own conversation, everyone that was close paying attention.

“I know you don’t. you make it so fucking obvious.”

“well I’m not gonna act like I like him for your sake. He’s a shit and you know it.”

“he treats me nice, shouldn’t that be the only thing that matters? Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”

“I would be, if he wasn’t such a fucker.”

“whatever.” I rolled my eyes. He always did this. Every time I talked to a new guy he had some unknown reason as to why he’s ‘a fucker.’ It was so annoying.

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I went home that night. Matt was out of town, and I was just really sexually frustrated. Matt had been sending suggestive messages all day, and it definitely turned me on.

We decided we were gonna send pictures. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before. And yeah. I was texting him and Sammy. Sammy texted me when I got home and apologized for earlier, and then we started talking since then.

I took the picture and just sent it. And then I went to read the message Sammy had just sent me, except my only unread message was from Matt. I clicked on our thread and saw that the last message was his picture, and then another very very explicit message.

I replied to his message, and then checked Sammy’s thread to see that he was currently in the middle of typing, according to the little bubble in the bottom. I looked to see what I said last and my jaw dropped.

There’s no way I just sent my best friend my fucking nudes. You’ve gotta be kidding me. And the message I sent with it. Oh god. I just sent my best friend my nudes and then told him I wanted him to bend me over the couch and pound into me while I call him daddy. Seriously fml.

I sat there, pacing in my kitchen actually, waiting for Sammy to reply. And a minute later I got a text notification. I sat there and stared at my phone, nervous to open it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I mean, I just text him and tell him it was an accident. I was drunk. Something. But he was my best friend. How awkward would things be now? I mean, he’s seen me naked, digitally. But it’s still the same.

I decided to just take a bottle of wine and head up to the Jacuzzi tub for a bubble bath. That should help clear my mind right? Just to relax. I took my phone and played some music. Avoiding my messages.

I got another text notification, and saw that it was Sammy again. I ignored it. Still not drunk enough to have the balls to look at the messages.

Then I got a phone call from Emily. I picked it up on the first ring, needing some sort of advice. And yeah sure it was her little brother, but she should be able to help. Hell she’s seen me naked before. Like when she comes over and we get ready and stuff. We just change in front of each other and shit, so she should be able to help me somehow.

“hey Em, I need help.” I spoke immediately.

“um yeah. What the hell.”

“look it was an accident. I meant to send it to Matt. I don’t know what the fuck to do.” I sighed.

“well uh, did you read his messages?”

“no, I’m trying to avoid this situation.”

“okay, well uh, I hope you know he’s on his way over.”

“are you seri-“ I started, but was cut off by my doorbell going off. “Emily, what the hell”

“good luck girl.” She said before hanging up.

The doorbell went off, but I just ignored it, turning my music up and drinking more out of my wine bottle. About half left.

About 5 minutes later, I thought he had left, but boy was I wrong. When the bathroom door barged open I almost peed myself. I screamed and looked at who it was and I just wanted to drown myself there as Sammy stood in front of me.

“what the fuck (y/n) do you not know how to answer your phone? Or the fucking door?” he asked, standing in the doorway, obviously angry.

“sorry, if you couldn’t tell I’m a little busy right now.” I said, motioning to the tub.

“you could still pick up your fucking phone.”

“whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes and leaning my head back.

“so are you just gonna act like that didn’t happen?” he asked.

“I’m trying to.”

“well I’d like to talk about this actually.”

“why Sammy. What the fuck is there to possibly talk about. I accidently sent you a nude and some explicit messages.” I rolled my eyes, even though I have yet to make eye contact with him.

“(y/n) look at me.” He said, and it was the desperation in his voice that made me look up at him. His eyes were soft as he leaned against the doorframe.

“do you remember when we first met? For the very first time?”

“yeah, when Johnson and G invited you and Nate over one time when I was there and you guys played fifa for like 3 hours.”

“yeah.” He smiled, moving over and sitting on the toilet seat, the lid down of course. He looked back up at me and had the same smile he had when he was high.

“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He confessed. This was news to me.

“yeah, you weren’t too bad yourself.” I kinda laughed, taking another sip of wine. He just looked up at me then dropped his head and shook it.

“you know, I still think you are.”

“are what? What are we thinking?” I asked.

“the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, after my momma of course.”

“oh come on, cut the shit. You have girls literally throwing themselves at you. The girls in your videos are like models. Way more prettier than me.”

“no you don’t get it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. All those other girls don’t even compete to your beauty (y/n).”

“what is all this Sammy?”

“listen. You know we always joked around. That’s how it all started. Ever since that dinner after the game you sucked ass in.”

“hey you said I didn’t even do that bad.” I defended.

“we weren’t that close then. I couldn’t be a dick to you then.” He laughed.

“whatever.”

“but then, after that dinner, we talked more and then prom. Prom you literally took my breath away. You looked so stunning. And I was such a punk back then. I wasn’t gonna come out and tell you all this sappy shit.” He took a deep breath and looked down at his feet again.

“so Prom, that’s when it all started. We started to joke around more. Then the accusations of us flirting. I mean, hell yeah, I definitely would have tapped that.” Both of us laughing now. “but as we got older, you definitely developed.” He raised his brows at me, knowingly as he nodded at my chest.

“so what are you even saying sammy?”

“I’m getting there dammit.” He laughed “anyway, I don’t know, after we all moved out here, I guess I got caught up in it. The money. Fame. Girls. All of it. But then you started going out. Guys. Clubbing every weekend, in those outfits that I always wanted to rip right off.” He laughed.

“okay, what’s your point Sammy?” I asked. I was all so confused by this.

“I’m just saying. I don’t know. I guess, getting those messages you meant for Matt just really set me off. And I just, couldn’t help but imagine you and me like that.”

“Sammy.” I gasped.

“come on (y/n) tell me you haven’t thought of it before.”

I stayed quiet. Truth be told I have. I’ve had dreams before that involved him. Never would I have told him that.

“okay tell me. Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll leave right now.”

Again I stayed quiet. I looked away from him. I couldn’t look at him. Of course I felt something for him. I couldn’t tell you what, but it was a feeling I’ve never had before.

“can we order a pizza and talk about us?” Sammy asked.

“yeah.” I smiled.

“alright, let’s go order the pizza.” He said getting up then stopping at the doorframe. “you coming?”

“yeah, once you leave. In case you haven’t noticed I’m naked.”

“yeah. Your point?”

“I’m just waiting till you leave so I can get out of the tub.”

“why?” he asked, and I just looked at him like ‘duhhhh’

“because I’m naked.”

“it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.” He smirked, shaking his phone in his hand and leaving me there with my jaw open and eyes wide.