cris actually reading and replying to people’s comments, cristiano being fascinated about the whole concept of a live stream and saying they need to do it again, cris not knowing how to do a heart shape with his hands and asking ricky if that’s how it’s done, cris speaking in portuguese, english and spanish all in one sentence, cris stripping and pointing to his cr7 underwear because u shall never pass on a opportunity for promotion, cris replying to miguel’s comments saying that he’s only commenting because he wants to show up, cris saying ricky is like his bodyguard only he’s very small to which ricky reponded with “palhaço” (clown) and cris mocked him for it, cris being overwhelmed by all the places his fans are from, cris seeing hateful comments and thanking his haters because he wouldn’t be where he is if it wasn’t for them shfjashjfshfsjh but then making sure he tells his fans THEY are the most important and the reason he’s so strong-minded, cris apologizing for his english but doing his absolute best to “communicate” in it with his fans, cris touching his heart when a fan from Madeira sent him a hug, cris saying junior is still in school, cris fucking diving into a pool after stripping down for the whole internet to watch, cris thanking his fans in 3 different languages to make sure everyone understands the message, cris being cris……….. me crying……………………… my week is made


Submitted by @yourqueenofyaoi

I felt like she needs more love. Because based on the sketches from earlier, she really is one hell of an artist.


Rea quickly apologizes to the young lady for breaking down into tears. She was very moved by her uplifting words of kindness.

Imagine Sport being asked by the kids if he loves Robbie and Sport gets really shy and starts to blush and he wants to say, “yes, I love Robbie so much!” but Sport is too nervous!! So, Sport just crosses his arms and nods slowly as he gives an adorable shy smile to the kids

So this is like one of my favorite moments in Fantastic Beasts–I know, it’s tiny! But hear me out:

What Newt does and says and his body language says so much!!!

First off, he, out of anyone in the world, knows full well that this isn’t a good place to release the Swooping Evil.


He spends all his time studying and working with animals that wizards don’t appreciate and couldn’t care for (and even want to kill), and he does this all alone because he doesn’t really fit in with people.

Then here comes Jacob, who knows like nothing! Newt has no problem just scooping him up and inviting him along, even though it’s illegal. And now, he finally has someone to show his lifelong passion to, who will find it interesting and wondrous, instead of unusual or weird.

You can tell by Newt’s body language in this scene, that he’s (very privately) been internally dying to show the Swooping Evil off to someone–though he would never voice or acknowledge that out loud (probably because of previous negative reactions). But you can tell, even just in this gif, that he’s daydreamed about it for weeks or months. His inner (perhaps childlike) self thinks this thing is sick!! And he’s been dying to share it!!

But Newt is not a boastful or loud person. He wouldn’t draw attention to that fact (he’s a Hufflepuff and also has been stigmatized in his society). No. But look at his body language–his back is to Jacob and he flings that beast out at him. It’s like he’s daydreamed about and yearned for this moment so much, he’s staged it!! That’s not the body language of someone who wants to gently show Jacob a Swooping Evil, that’s the body language of someone who thinks this thing is freaking sweet!! And has been internally, perhaps subconsciously dying to show it off. And if you don’t believe me, look close and you can see that tiny little smile/smirk he’s sort of hiding from Jacob.

Newt totally eats this thing up, but it’s like he doesn’t want anyone to know just how much so.

And then he says (sort of trying to hide his smile), “Probably shouldn’t let it loose in here.” When he knows full well he shouldn’t have, but he just feels the need to say that to downplay the reality that he just really wanted to share this thing with someone. Because to be so openly passionate about it is too much of a risk, too vulnerable, because of past rejections. No, he needs to almost play dumb so he takes 0 risks at being made fun of for loving this–even with Jacob, who is his best bet who won’t make fun of him (because he doesn’t know better)

The subtext is this like three-second moment kills me with it’s perfection. It’s freaking brilliant. 

Work it Out (P.2)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: after pulling a muscle on a mission, you need to stretch out your leg while working out. But you need help to do so. There’s only one person around to help.

Word Count: 1260

Warnings: none? i don’t even think i cursed!

A/N: you guys are so freaking sweet. I got so many requests for a part 2. All your feedback made me feel fuzzy inside. Tags are so confusing no lie but I do cuz you guys are great :) You’ve asked, and I’ve delivered 💛

I half expected someone to rush in after me the moment I closed my bedroom door. I half expected the boys to apologize immediately and admit they were being assholes. Neither of those things happened, and honestly, I didn’t know how I felt about it. I truly did want to be left alone, but the fact that they didn’t even try put me off.

It’s nearly eleven now, and I’m trying to stay awake by watching Disney movies. My arms are wrapped around my elephant pillow, one of the only things I owned from my childhood. I remember the first time someone saw it. It was Clint. He spotted it while we were packing to go on a government conference in Brazil. I was in the lounge, tucking the pillow into my bag when he plucked it out and examined it with a smile on his face.

“Barton!” I’d yelled. I reached for it, but he dodged me, laughing and yelling out to Wanda in the next room.

“Look what I found!” Wanda emerged by the door, glancing curiously at the pillow. “I found it in Y/N’s bag. Look how cute!” he laughed. Wanda shook her head and a pulse of red radiated around her fingers. The pillow was yanked out of his hands by the same pulse and placed it on the table next to me.

“Don’t be mean, Clint, or should I tell her about the picture you have framed in your bedroom of you with Chuck-E-Cheese?” she smirked. I smiled wide and turned to Clint, whose cheeks tinted a slight shade of pink.

Now, sitting on my bed with the pillow, I realize how tired I am of living with a bunch of childish boys. It really was difficult, dealing with their idiocy.

“I need a day off.” I mutter. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since this morning. I sigh, knowing the inevitability of having to leave my room. I pause my second time rendition of The Princess and the Frog and tiptoe out of bed. My ear goes up against the cool wooden door, trying to spot any noise. Once the coast is clear, I twist the doorknob and pull, letting my eyes dart down the hall. No one is around. My feet barely touch the ground as I shuffle-jog down to the kitchen, wincing ever so slightly at the pressure on my leg. Once I’ve reached it, I open up a cupboard for the granola bars. I find the box and pull it out, running back to my room.

The door shuts softly behind me, and I un-pause the movie and reach into the box, coming up empty handed. I swear there were some in there earlier today. I reach in again, this time pulling out a slip of folded paper. My face knits into a frown as I unfold it. I instantly recognize the sprawled handwriting as Bucky’s. Exhaling slowly, I begin to read.

If you’re reading this, it means that I either know you too well, or you have an unhealthy obsession with chocolate chip granola bars. I think it may be a bit of both. If you ever want to see your precious bars again, you’ll read this note and follow the instructions in it.

They’re idiots. You know that. And before you get upset about them not apologizing, blame me. I was the one who told them you wouldn’t listen. You’re stubborn that way. I’m writing this because you’re not mad at me (I think), so I know you will be merciful (I hope).

Essentially, they’ve been trying to get us together. They were hoping that what happened was you and me bonding or something like that. They admitted it to me once I started lecturing them. Even though they show it oddly, they have good intentions. Men are really dumb that way, because even when they care about you a lot, they don’t really know how to show it. Trust me, I’d know.

I know you’re probably hungry, so come down to the screen room right now. We’ll be waiting. Please don’t make us wait.


I sigh, grudgingly trying to keep a smile off my face. Bucky was never one to have a sense of humour, but he knew when to insert it. I pause the movie again, cutting of Tiana’s solo, and pull myself off the bed. My feet pitter patter to the door, down the hall, across the floor. The door to the screen room is open, and I hesitate before stepping in front of the entrance. I nearly gasp at the sight.

The room is filled with granola bars. I mean, filled. There’s a small pile on each surface in the room and some cover the ground. I chuckle slightly at the silliness of it, my eyes finally landing on them. Every single one of the my teammates, all sitting on a couch next to one another. Clint, Sam, Steve, Tony, Wanda, Nat, Vision, and Bucky. They look down at the ground, or up at me. By the end of the sofa, Bucky sits with his arms crossed, gazing at me. I smile, shaking my head. “You are insane.” I say to no one in particular. Tony is the first to get up and begin walking.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We were just teasing.” He reaches his hands out, asking permission for a hug. I accept. My chin is on his shoulder as I mumble,

“I know. But I told you to stop.” He pats my back awkwardly like I’m a child.

“We’re guys, you know we can’t listen to reason.” Clint approaches, scratching the back of his head. I release Tony and roll my eyes.

“Yeah, I do.”

After a round of affectionate hair ruffles and half hugs, everyone begins talking of watching s movie. Not focusing much on the conversation, I snag one of the bars from the couch and rip open the packaging. I hear someone chuckle behind me. Spinning around, my eyes meet his.

“Eager, are we?” he says, only loud enough for me to hear over the sound of my friends yelling their movie ideas. I frown in defence.

“I haven’t eaten in hours!” I mumble around my chewing. He smiles at me, giving me an identical half hug to the ones I’ve received so many tonight. His metal hand reaches around my shoulders and he presses himself to me from the side. I lean my head on his chest. We stay there for a few moments, longer than usual. But it feels nice. He finally releases me, his hand snaking the trail on my body and back to his side, similar to the way he let go of my arm in the gym. The thought of it gives me shivers. I look up at him. “Thank you.” I say, a ghost of a smile on my face. His lips match mine, tilting up ever-so-slightly. He nods his head.

“These guys may be dumb, but they had good reason for what they did.” he shrugs. “They want you to be happy. That’s what we all want.” My face breaks into a sly grin.

“And you think I’d be happy with you?” I ask curiously. He shrugs again, a smirk placing his pink lips.

“I guess we’ll never know.” He waggled his eyebrows and begins to back up, his stormy eyes never leaving mine. Once he’s left the room of chattering people, with me clutching the bar in my palms, I sigh wistfully.

“Maybe we will.”

i truly don’t understand why jesy is most people’s least favorite member. her voice is so beautiful and unique and she can slay the lowest and highest notes, she’s an incredible dancer and her stage presence is out of this world, she is so sassy and funny and most of the best moments in interviews are because of her (aka she saying things she shouldn’t and the girls freaking out), she’s so sweet to fans and she’s always telling them they’re beautiful and gorgeous the way they are and she’s SO damn inspiring like if you look at her now and you know all the things she’s been through (and still goes through) it’s impossible not to feel an overwhelming feeling of pride and love towards her precious self because she’s so strong and amazing and stunning!!!!! jesy nelson deserves so much more appreciation and i will protect and love her at all costs.

Dark Souls Lore Ramblings #5

Well, fuck. Given that I’ve said ‘I’ll talk about it later’ in every other of my Dark Souls ramblings, let’s talk about it now.


So way back in Demon’s Souls, magic was kind of a big deal. I’d go so far as to say that it was even one of the driving parts of the game’s narrative. @soulsmusings could probably tell you more about it, but the crux is that God (a real one, singular, with a capital G) granted humanity magic in the form of a giant world tree. Magic derived from the soul, and the soul derived from cognition. So when people started abusing magic and acting like butts, the giant world tree turned into the Old One and started making demons and devouring the world. A deist God’s fail-safe against sin.

One of the signs of the end times in DeS is that priests can cast miracles again, which as they take as a sign from God. At the same time, sorcery and witchcraft are making a comeback, which is viewed as a sign of demonic corruption. The truth, of course, is that all of it is the same magic coming from the Old One. Big revelation. Requires you to kill a good NPC to get it. Totally worth it. Nets you one of the best items in the game.

Since in Dark Souls the soul proper is split between the Soul as animating energy and Humanity/whatever as cognition, there’s obviously some differences. But I still think there’s still some similarities too; all magic is magic. It’s not different kinds of energy, but the same eldritch force being manipulated different ways. Magic’s ‘material’ is Soul, the energy of life, and can be performed by anything with Soul.

The exact process works like this from how I see it. The caster’s intelligence or faith is the initiating force in their being for magic. It not only starts the process of magic, but how it is to be formed specifically. Maybe the caster says a prayer, maybe they conjure a spell. However they do it, this recitation draws on the caster’s Soul to produce the energy needed to actually perform the magic. Finally, this internal process is directed to the external world through a focus.

I imagine that focuses are necessary so that the caster’s own body doesn’t act as the focus. That could lead to all sorts of nasty effects; head explodes Scanners style, spontaneous combustion, nasty mutations. All kinds of gnarly Warhammer shit. (It’d be freaking sweet.)

The most common form of magic is (arguably) sorcery. Sorcery draws on and projects the caster’s own Soul energy, plain and simple. It’s based on Intelligence, which I take to mean that spells are based in reciting rituals, formulas, magic words, all that stuff. There’s definitely a Vancian element to all the spellcasting in Dark Souls (which makes me miss the mana bar from DeS) i.e. the caster prepares their spells beforehand like bullets in a chamber. When the caster runs out, that’s that; they have to rest before they can ‘reload’. It’s the classic magic system from Dungeons and Dragons. (And by ‘classic’, I mean ‘nearly everyone hates it’.) Anyway, what this has to do with Intelligence is presumably a connection between memory capacity for spells and the ability to comprehend just exactly what the magic is doing and how it works in the universe.

Seath is credited as being the creator of sorcery in Lordran. I’m assuming that doesn’t mean he created magic itself, but rather that he was the first being to come up with the formulae and methods of sorcery and, more importantly, that he taught it to humans. Kind of reminds me of those old myths about fallen angels who taught humans about make-up and astrology and everything else. Seath gets remembered in a big way since the Dragon School of Vinheim is the Souls’ world’s number one prestidigitation destination. Dragon School’s sorcery is focused mostly on practical uses, like offense and defense. Of course other schools have other specialties; Oolacile focused on illusions and mind-tricks, for instance. I get the feeling that Vinheim doesn’t really allow much room for other schools by the time Dark Souls rolls around. They’ve become kind of THE authority on magic, and anyone outside of them is looked down upon.

The focus of sorcery is the catalyst. It’s a wand, it’s a staff, it’s whatever. I can’t really add much that doesn’t exam each catalyst item-by-item or gets into the entire history of why wizards and witches use staves and wands. But for basic, universal magic-users, the catalyst is the perfect item for channeling energy and acting as a focus.

Dark/Abyssal magic is where things to start to get interesting. Like I talked about when I talked about the Dark, dark magic has a tangible, physical force to it. It isn’t just energy like soul sorcery, but a worldly material. Even if that material is just the same kind of nebulous half-stuff that the Dark and Humanity are made of, it still packs enough of a wallop to add some extra damage.

Dark magic works by drawing not just on the caster’s soul like regular sorcery, but also their Humanity; hence, it is a school exclusive to humans. The actual process used is a projection of the Jungian shadow or the Freudian id, to use them there fancy academical terms. Dark sorcery is a projection of malice, envy, or desire; the base things that the Dark is made of. By drawing on their own Humanity, the sorcerer is essentially drawing on a piece of the Dark and, therefore, drawing on the Dark as a whole to empower their spells. This begins an interesting trend in magic that we see where casters get their spells not just from their own Soul, but by channeling a Lord Soul. Which brings us to our next topic…

Pyromancy! Or, more precisely, true pyromancy. As you’ll recall from the opening cinematic and the Izalith catalyst description, pyromancy originally began as an extension of sorcery. But why fire in particular? First reason I can think of is that it’s a sign of alliance to the First Flame. Heck, it would make more sense for sorcery to be based off of true pyromancy instead of the other way around, all things considered. Second reason goes back into my theory about channeling Lord souls. If dark magic draws on the Dark Soul, or at least little bits of it, than true pyromancy might have been drawn from the Life Soul, or whatever you want to call the Witch’s Lord Soul.

There’s a morphological debate about what the precise scientific definition about what ‘life’ actually is. One definition states that life is anything with a core temperature, that must consume resources to survive, and is capable of reproduction. The definition was immediately refuted when it was pointed out that, by this criteria, fire is a life form; it certainly has a core temperature, must consume tinder to sustain itself, and is capable of reproducing itself by fission. The point of this little anectdote is to demonstrate that, out of the natural elements, fire is the closest to being its own life-form. So it only makes sense that the Life Soul would produce fire when it is used for magic. Fire is alive (in a sense), and life cannot survive without the things that fire is associated with providing (light, heat, etc.), including on a broader civilized scale.

Whole thing’s rather moot at this point. Witch of Izalith took the Life Soul and true pyromancy with it and sent it all to Hell in a handbasket. Now the Witch, the Life Soul, and true pyromancy are swallowed up by the Flame of Chaos. I have to think that every original true pyromancer was affected by the Flame of Chaos, and only a select few made it out alive without either being burned to crisp, mutated into a demon, or both. Quelaana is, as we know, the founder of all modern pyromancy. And the very nature of a pyromancer’s flame lends it to being spread across the world.

There appear to be different attitudes to pyromancy across the world. In the Great Swamp, pyromancers are looked down on as weird swamp hermits with destructive capabilities. By contrast, in Lordran, even modern pyromancers are still given some respect for carrying on the legacy of Lost Izalith. I have to imagine that Lordran is the exception, not the rule. Outside Lordran, the Dragon School and the Way of White are still the primary organizations for magic, and pyromancers operate outside that organization. The Dragon School might look down on pyromancy as a corruption of ‘true magic’, and the Way of White might even demonize pyromancers as witches or demon worshipers. This is dark fantasy after all, and what’s dark fantasy without a good inquisition?

The pyromancer’s flame is probably the most fascinating out of all the magic foci. It is, in essence, a piece of the Flame of Chaos, a sprite that fissioned off of the corrupted Life Soul. What Humanity is to the Dark Soul, the pyromancer’s flame is to the Life Soul. (More or less.) Like Humanity, it can be grown, split apart again, and distributed even further. Pyromancers literally hand their students a little bit of their own flame as they pass it along. In the process, the flame draws from the pyromancer’s soul and cognition; each flame carries a little bit of whoever is passing it on. Just think; the pyromancer flame you have has a little bit of Quelaana and the Witch of Izalith in it by default, and all the people in between you and them as well.

The sheer potency of the pyromancer’s flame means that it doesn’t need an initiating force like intelligence or faith; it is active on its own volition. It is both the focus, the Lord Soul being drawn on, and the projector itself. True pyromancy was magic that drew on the Life Soul; modern pyromancy is magic projected into a fragment of the Life Soul. Kind of switched around.

That being said, modern pyromancy still draws on environmental sources like true pyromancy might have done. The main place pyromancers come from is the Great Swamp. A swamp, in perspective, is the perfect place for pyromancy, especially if it draws on life. Swamps, especially in dark fantasy, are generally pictured as these stagnant rotting holes filled with mire and decay. The truth is, swamps, from an ecological point of view, are cradles of life, and host an immense variety of species of flora and fauna. When you are in a swamp, you are immediately surrounded by life. Ergo, a swamp is an ideal place for anybody wishing to draw on life energy to fuel their magic.

There’s also the practical advantage of a swamp for pyromancy. Swamps produce gases that naturally ignite; philosophical pyromancers might hope to gain some insight from observing this natural process on how nature produces flame. More importantly, swamps are damp; any accident that happens with a fire in a swamp will be immediately contained. This is in contrast to say, a forest, which is also full of life. But one stray spark in a forest can set the whole thing ablaze. Probably how pyromancers got such a bad rap for themselves outside Lordran.

Finally, there’s miracles. Miracles are supposedly magic powers drawn on from the gods themselves. Given that the term ‘god’ is somewhat nebulous in Dark Souls, it’s hard to figure out what that could actually mean. Maybe miracles are magic that draw on the Light Soul or even the First Flame itself for power? I’m kind of doubtful about this theory; the whole crux of Dark Souls is that the First Flame is dying and Gwyn is portioning out the Light Soul just to keep it alive. He probably wouldn’t want humans endangering it in any way, and the Way of White would have stepped in and quit teaching miracles and rites.

Which leads me to think that this is all like Demon’s Souls again; it’s all magic. Miracles are the same as sorcery, just through different methods. And really, how different are miracles and sorcery? Miracles are generated by the spellcaster reciting stories and psalms in their mind. (Which I actually think is really cool, especially when it’s revealed that weaker miracles are just abridged stories or fragments of them.) But in the end, it’s still memorizing a formulae and drawing on Soul to bring magic into the world. The only notable difference between sorcery and miracles is the nature of spells; miracles focus on healing, divination, and protection. But as we’ve established, different schools of magic focus on different effects. It’s entirely within reason to conclude that the miracles of the Way of White are nothing but another school of sorcery. There are even items that let you trade out what you the caster uses to initiate magic; Velka’s items let a cleric use intelligence for magic, for instance.

The focus for miracles is talismans. Talismans strike me as being a kind of fetish more than anything. When looked at with a certain eye, they look kind of like little dolls, even if it’s just a simple head and body. So the caster might use the talisman as a kind of totem, having it represent themselves as a focus for the miracle they invoke. Sympathetic magic kind of deal. The relative simplicity of talismans means that they are available to all members of the Way of White, from poor lay practitioners to arch-clerics. And that really speaks to how far-reaching the Way of White is across social strata both within Lordran and in the broader world outside of it.

So… I shrugged this off for a while. Anybody want to hear about anything in particular for the next one?

Battle of the Yuris

I’ve been reading about the history of figure skating recently and I wonder if the decision for Yuri Plietsky and Yuuri Katsuki to share a name is a reference to the “Battle of the Brians”?

For context, in the 1988 Calgary, Olympics there were two strong contenders for the mens singles gold: Brian Boitano of the USA and Brian Orser of Canada, Boitano was the World Champion of 1986, while Brian Orser was the World Champion of 1987, both would debut freeskates with military themes and thus the media dubbed the Olympic event as the “Battle of the Brians”. Brian Boitano would famously win gold, while Brian Orser won silver, but both of their performances that night are generally heralded as one of the best of their respective careers. At the time it was one of the most watched competition in figure skating, and some of the details of the competition ring almost eerily familiar with Yuri on Ice in mind.

First of all the same first names. According to interviews I know Kubo and Yamamoto apparently came up with the idea of calling Yuri, Yurio first and then discovered that Yuri was a Russian name they could use. I don’t think I’ve read anything about the decision to name Yuuri the way they did or the reason behind the decision to have them both share a first name beyond the obvious way it calls for us to compare and contrast these very different characters. If they chose to call them both Yuri as a nod the “Battle of the Brians” this might explain the decision to romanize Japanese Yuri’s name as Yuri when it would make more sense to use Yuuri or Yūri which more accurately represents the long u sound.

Brian Orser was also a slightly older and more experienced skater who was generally perceived as the more ‘artistic’ skater while Brian Boitano was more known for his jumps (and his freaking sweet outside spread eagle). According to some reports I’ve read on the event, many credit Boitano’s win of the gold having to do with the work he did to expand his artistic side for this program, similar to Yuri being pushed to expand his artistic side in interpreting his programs.

In his freeskate Boitano would also introduce a move now called the “Tano Lutz” where one arm is extended vertically above the head to increase the difficulty, which sounds familiar as a big point was made of Yuri raising his arms to increase difficulty during the Grand Prix Finale. 

There are enough similarities here that I would find it hard to believe that the writers of Yuri on Ice weren’t at least making a passing nod to the “Battle of the Brians” in their creation of the Yuris as rivals and the respective gold and silver medalists of the big competition of the show.

Slightly unrelated but cool, Brian Orser is actually the current coach of none other than Yuzuru Hanyu this year’s World Champion. He gets the very important job of holding Pooh during competitions.

Brian Boitano? He currently has a show on food network. Yup.

We did see Yuri making those pirozhki, I think this needs to be Yuri’s default career choice after retirement.

“John, this is Sherlock Holmes,” Molly introduced them, “and Sherlock, this is John Watson. He’s visiting his great aunt this summer. Oh, and his mum is here too.” 

John offered his hand. “Pleased to meet you.” 

John’s hand was engulfed in a brief press of a huge palm and fine-boned fingers. 

“How ‘do.” 

John’s mouth quirked up at the fashionably bored greeting, surprised at the deepness of Sherlock’s voice. (…) 

 I’m freaking obsessed with “The Sweetness Makes the Smoke and Stings Worthwhile” by 221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor !!! It reminds me so much of Brideshead Revisited. It’s wonderful, do yourself a favour and go read it now!!

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Weekly Reading List #14

Hey y'all… it’s time for my weekly reading list. Hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did. You can catch up on my previous reading lists here.

Quiet by @impala-dreamer **smut** (Dean x Reader)
~Dean feels a little insecure when Y/N is quiet in bed, but maybe with a little practice, they’ll both feel better…~
Warnings: NSFW, Dean loving. Dirty talking. More Dean loving. Lots of expletives. Poor Sammy.
Oh, Insecure!Dean was cute, I loved the dirty talk, but poor Sammy ;)

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Jughead Jones | Punk Babe

Count of words: 723

Warnings: none

A/N: I just hope you like it ♥ If you want a part two please let me know ♥




Could you please write a jughead x reader where the reader is a punk, has purple hair and is from southside and transfers to riverdale high

I was always the outcast of my school, wearing that stupid hat on my head, constantly typing away in my laptop, and with my stupid name. Bulling was inevitable for me so I was beyond surprised when it suddenly stopped. It was another dark day in Riverdale after the case of Jason Blossom was finally closed when there was another new girl in our little high school. She was the kind of girl you could not take your eyes off. And even if you tried her deep purple colored hair would catch your attention again. She was wearing combat boots and a Southside Serpents jacket, paired with black ripped ‘mum’ jeans and a black band T-shirt. She was very mysterious to say the least, and she defenitely looked dangerous, but that didn’t stop the pricks from the football team to hit on her. 

She was sitting alone at lunch and I was too curious as to why she was in our school instead of the Southside High. But, before I could walk and sit with her, the lovable Reggie Mantle settled down and started hitting her with his failed pick up lines. She seemed indifferent, as if she couldn’t even hear him, but she was mad. I saw her fists clench and before anything happened I walked up to her. “Reggie, pal, this girl over here seemes indifferent, at least, so why don’t you go learn something and maybe later you can show it off,” I said with sudden confidence. “Aw, how sweet. Freak number one fancies freak number two.  Nice.” He relied laughing. “But, I think I’m staying. My new friend over here, Y/N, is one interesting chick.” He said again and she, for once, looked absolutely livind. “Then I guess I will let her show you how interesting she is,” I responded and nodded for her to do whatever she was about to do. Just right then and there Reggie was found on the floor, with a bleeding nose, given to him by a very small framed girl in comparison to him. That would be indeed an interesting story to tell.

After what happened with Reggie this morining me and the new girl, that reaportively is named Y/N, went to Pop’s together. She was a very pleasant person to talk to, plus her music choices were surprisingly good. “Oh god, wow!” She laughed after I talled her one of the few funny stories I had with my dad. “I never though FP had a funny side,” she joked and I smiled. “So,” I began, “how comes a surpent treanfers to Riverdale high?” I asked being the curious human being I am. “Well, there were some issues with me and so fuckboys in my school to the point I was kicked out of Southside High. My family insisted that I continue school so my other option was your school, I guess.” She explained looking down. “Oh, ok.” I uttered just as Pop brought us our orders.

Y/N and I became close and closer by the day. We became inseparable. We would always be with one another in school and then we would walk to Pop’s together, where I would help her with some of her homework and she would help me with my novel or the articles for the blue and gold. So, right now it was a free period for me and the gang but Y/N was in algebra class. “I pretty sure she is cursing me under her breath right now cause she has algebra and I have a free period,” I chuckled and Archie looked at me with disbelief. “What?” I question and he just nodded his head no. “It’s nothing really. But, can you just stop pretending like you don’t like her,” he said. “We all know she likes you too,” Veronica intruded the conversation. “I don’t like her and she doesn’t like me, ok?!” I responded to my friends and they laughed. “Yes, that’s why whenever she is not around you talk about her, that’s why you look at like she is some kind of precious diamond to you, tha-” “That’s why you even let her correct your writing at times, even if you still keep what you originally wrote,” Archie interupted. It took me a second to process but they were right. Maybe I did have feelings for her.