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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.
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
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.
Women like you should not be brutalised by love. You are generations of blood and fire, you are all war. Take your knees from the floor. Don’t look at him. Something violent and brutal and ugly is howling inside of you Act like it.
I honestly just love howl’s moving castle, and it’s use of time travel.
In the beginning of the film, Howl tells Sophie that he’s been looking for her even though she has never met him. It seems like he is just trying to save her from the creepy guards that are “flirting” with her by popping out of nowhere and pretending he knows her.
But then, you later realize that Sophie traveled into Howl’s childhood, and she yelled for him to find her in the future and that she can save him. So, obviously Howl looks for this mystery girl in the future, and he finds her which is how the movie comes full circle. And, you realize that Howl always knew exactly who she was, even when she was cursed to look old, and she thought he had no idea.
“He was in there two hours,” said Calcifer, “putting spells on his face. Vain fool!”
“There you are then,” said Michael. “The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he’s really in love, and not before.”
Fast forward Chapter 21:
Sophie saw another person leap through the gap behind it. This one had flying black sleeves. It was Howl…
Sophie looked up at him. As she had feared, hard black-and-white daylight coming through the broken wall showed her that Howl had not bothered to shave or tidy his hair. His eyes were so red-rimmed and his black sleeves were torn in several pieces. There was not much to choose between Howl and the scarecrow.
Women like you
should not be brutalised
by love. You are
generations of blood and fire,
you are all war.
Take your knees from the floor.
Don’t look at him.
and brutal and ugly
is howling inside of you.
Act like it.
—— so , i made a wedding playlist and i literally cannot stop imagining howl , looking at his beloved like its the first time he’s ever seen her , and smiling SOLEMNLY as he takes her hand and they have their first dance together. i’m just alkdjlkfa
––––––––––––––––– women like you should not be brutalized by love. you are generations of blood and fire, you are all war. take your knees from the floor. don’t look at him. something violent and brutal and ugly is howling inside of you. act like it.
independent, private, and highly selective padmé amidala. as told by nicole. est. jan 2017.
When a freak accident sends Marinette into critical condition, the only thing she can think about is Chat Noir. She wasn’t going to make it and someone had to tell him. Otherwise, he’d never know what had happened to her–why his lady had never returned. And, as it just so happens, Adrien is there with her near the end, so she decides that he can take the message to Chat just as well as anyone.
Marinette and Adrien are getting married! Unfortunately, Adrien is bothered by the fact that he didn’t invite Ladybug, while Marinette gets cold feet every time Chat Noir flits through her head. A story of mixed up love, rash mistakes, and two oblivious superheroes who should have figured things out a long time ago.
Adrien confides in Marinette that he’s in love, which, naturally, upsets her. It’s only when Chat asks what’s caused Ladybug such distress that she admits to being in love with Adrien Agreste. It’s information that shocks Chat, and sends all types of revelations careening into his brain.
When Chat Noir gets knocked in the head a little too hard, something goes wrong. His eyes have remained cat-like, even as Adrien. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Marinette Dupain-Cheng notices and tells him before he can get into worse trouble. Yet, he can’t go anywhere–not with his identity threatened–so Marinette smuggles him up to her bedroom to hide. A decision that, after Adrien gets a good look at her photo-plastered walls, she might come to regret.
When an akuma manages to take Ladybug prisoner, she’s closed away and unaware of what’s going on in the city. It’s only after she escapes that she learns all of Paris thinks she’s dead–murdered by the very akuma that captured her. That isn’t the worst, however. As it would turn out, Chat Noir was there. He saw the whole thing and is under the same impression as the rest of Paris. Desperate to rectify the misinformation, Ladybug searches frantically for her partner, but can’t find him anywhere. And, as if to make matters worse, Adrien’s seemingly disappeared as well.
After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about “falling for him,” Marinette learns that he’s no match for cheesy pick-up lines–whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he’s Chat Noir. At which point the phrase “just desserts” becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.
A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for–even if he doesn’t quite know how to handle it.
Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary–like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It’s only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.
Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn’t.
Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can’t afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them.
Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they’ll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance.
Tikki says it’s a mating cycle and once it’s passed, everything will go back to normal. But until it does, Ladybug has to avoid Chat at all costs. No lallygagging around after akumas, no patrols. She couldn’t even stand close to him for any great length of time. Yet, despite taking all the necessary precautions, both Tikki and Marinette are shocked when Chat seems to be suffering consequences anyway. How have his symptoms progressed, and for how many nights did Marinette have to listen to him howling through the Parisian streets, desperately looking for her?
Marinette and Adrien are both older in this fic–about to graduate.
Hey y’all! Here’s the next part of малышка! Get ready for some gross mush-fluff. I hope you guys enjoy. More deleted scenes coming soon! I’m really excited about them. I’m still accepting questions too! Happy Tuesday!
Warnings for the overall series: Fluff, angst, violence, enemy death,
Summary: You worked at HYDRA under your father for most of your life. You met the Winter Soldier when you were young. This story takes place 17 years later.
The rest of the bus ride went quickly. James asked no more questions, he had heard what he needed to know.
The last stop was the train station. He held your hand and led you in. Your stomach was flipping with nerves. They could have easily guessed this is where you were coming. You checked the safety on the gun in the back of your waist band, an old habit.
James held some money out to you in the corner of the station. “Can you go get two tickets for the next train to Vienna? And I’m gonna grab some things from the store.”
You nodded and your hand flew back to your gun.
“You and me, малышка, we’re going to be fine.”
You stood in line and watched him walk into the little store a few feet away. Your eyes flitted around the station until you could buy the tickets. Before you were done in the line, James returned with a bag.
He grabbed your hand again and led you to the bathroom. You noticed his eyes were moving as fast as yours were.
He closed the door and locked it behind him as you pulled out the contents of the bag. You winced at the scissors and the hair dye.
“We both need a change, малышка.”
You sighed, putting your hair in a high ponytail and dumping it upside down. With one long snip your hair was inches shorter. You straightened up and handed the scissors to James. “Your turn.”
As you finished rinsing the dye from your hair, you heard the snipping sound stop and an “Uh-oh.”
You turned to him and stifled a giggle. His hair was cut short, but it was choppy and horribly uneven. Smiling, you sat him on the toilet and worked to fix what he had done.
After everything was evened out, you wet your hands and ran your fingers through his hair, the water acting like gel.
You stood back, your eyes wide in awe and felt a lump forming in your throat.
“How does it look?” He asked.
You nodded toward the mirror, unable to speak.
He stood up slowly and walked to the sink. You watched his eyes grow wide and his lips part in astonishment. He let out a shaky breath as he ran his hands through his now short hair. You watched a tear stream down his face when he turned to you.
You had only seen him like this in the pictures in his files. He looked younger, his features bright and clean. He looked the same as he did the day they brought him to HYDRA. But instead you said, “You look like a Howling Commando.”
He encased you in a hug, tight, warm, and shaking. “Thank you.”