my work is better than yours

anonymous asked:

Nice using testosterone as an excuse. Pretty sure there are plenty of trans guys on T for less time than you that have way better bodies. Because they work hard and don't make excuses. Also if it's all because you haven't been on T long enough, then how do you explain all the women with killer abs? Keep trying.

I do work hard and don’t make excuses. You asked why I don’t look like the grown cis men I reblog as goals and facts are, they’ve had quite a head start. You can keep coming at me, but I already had my morning workout and you’ve probably spent your whole morning thinking up this idiotic message you sent me. There are plenty of people who have better bodies than me, that’s quite alright! My body is my body, I’ll get where I want to be and I don’t need your approval or encouragement. People like you who try to tear other people down are pathetic and disgusting, go love yourself a little harder, you truly, deeply, need it.

I quit my awful job officially yesterday and it felt sooo good! I’ve been working the past 6 days in a row at my new job (sorry for the lack of posts!) and the management is so much more considerate and respectful. like, there’s positive encouragement without competition, coworkers and supervisors will actively communicate that you’re doing a good job. at my old job the biggest compliments I got were like (you did that better than your coworker did) which is super divisive and just not necessary. My new supervisor apologized to me the other day for a little mistake they made (it was barely an inconvenience to me and I was like, damnnnn I respect you!!) where my old supervisor straight up never apologized when they fucked up or knowingly inconvenienced me (like fucking up the schedule/not communicating important shit). I hope all my old coworkers escape

perfriri  asked:

Hey,i need a lil advice:( okay so i am trying to feel more confident about myself and change a few things here and there. I want to be proud of who i am but its so hard. The people around me (not only my friends,everyone) are not letting me. I dont know how to explain that but i feel like they are always going to be prettier than me, better at school than me etc. I always have those negative moments...i know im not the only one going thru this but do you have any advice please?♡ thanks!

Comparing myself to others has also been a big issue in terms of my self confidence so I totally get you. Sometimes I spend hours on Instagram looking at people who are more beautiful, smarter, funnier than me and then spend the next few hours in a really bad state of mind. This is something I’m working on to fix! But the thing with comparing yourself to your friends shows that you’re capable of seeing these really positive things in other people and you are able to appreciate other people a lot. Try to let it just be appreciation rather than jealousy. Because if you’re able to see all these amazing things in the people around you, you should be able to see the amazing things about yourself. We’ve trained our minds to believe that someone is always going to be prettier, smarter, more talented but that mindset ignores the fact that we are all different and have different perceptions of beauty, intelligence, etc. As different perceptions exist, different types of beauty, intelligence, etc are consequently developed. We must also remember that the combination of all our qualities form an incredible phenomenon that we all take part in: existing as someone who is entirely and uniquely you. No one can take that away from you. So let’s all try to stop comparing ourselves to each other because what’s the point of comparing things that are so unique that they are incomparable? But stick in there! We are with you and we’re all rooting for you ♡

anonymous asked:

how can i find the motivation to work out? i used to work out all the time and then school got in the way, but now i'm in a routine of work and i have no motivation to get back to the gym!! any tips?

literally same !!! 

i’m working on rebuliding my motivation too!! what’s been sort working for me is looking at people whose bodies/strength i admire, and thinking about how hard they’ve worked to get to that place, and how that i started my fitness journey in the first place for a good reason, and how FUN it was!! it’s frustrating that i’ve gone backwards in progress, and i’m further from my ultimate goal, but remember to be kind and gentle towards yourself as you get back to Killing It™ at the gym. you may have to go down in reps or weight initially but it’ll be worth it!! better to do that than to injure yourself by going too hard too fast and putting off your reintroduction to the gym for even longer. it’s also about purposefully MAKING time for the gym – like put it in your planner. i always work out first thing in the mornings, because if i don’t i make excuses for myself to skip the gym later in the day. 

for me, some of my biggest fitspos are harry styles, park jimin, and jade chynoweth!! (particularly jade and harry because we have very similar body types in that we’re just more stocky/athletically built – like harry is soft and muscular at the same time??? idk how he does it but i wanna be like that i love him so much)

i hope this helped you cause typing this out has actually helped me, haha. best of luck to you, friend !!! 

anonymous asked:

For your yet-to-be-named things. 1) Nick Amaro 2) I love my dimples 3) I don't love my pudgy tummy. Or my nose. You can call me Marley :)

(REMINDER - I am working through old requests - this is not currently open for new ones… thanks!)

Setting: You are are Nick’s neighbor and friend.

Originally posted by zolozaynnn

You sat on the couch, thumbing through a copy of Us Weekly, staring at page after page of gorgeous women in slinky gowns.

It was an older issue, the Oscars edition, and you’d looked at it a million times, always enamored with the beautiful gowns.

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anonymous asked:

Ey yo. I know you don't need another person in your inbox fawning over you and clogging it up but I was rereading through a lot of your masterlist in my spare time today and I've been reminded how supremely talented you are. There's something special about your work. You've got a spark or a... magnetism. The way you write is enchanting and effortlessly charming. It's much better than half the novels I've been reading lately (which is why I'm back rereading instead of picking another book).

I snorted, lmao. I probably don’t, cause one of these days my ego will be in serious danger of swelling, (that’s why I ask my friends to drag me at least once a day each – keeps me in check, lets me fit through doorways). But regardless, thank you. This is like… thank you. This is everything I could ever want to hear, tbh, so just… thank you. Feels like a small, simple thing to say, but it’s said with a whole lot of feeling. Much love to you, sweetness. xx

So i just came out to my dad abt being nb, and he said something really wise about names, i think.

He said “Gifts are not obligations. You give things to people, and you hope they like them. And your name was a gift from us to you. If it doesn’t work for you anymore, you’re not obligated to keep it.”

and i just thought maybe other people could use hearing something like that.

i love you. [delete]
did you ever love me? [delete]
was i just somebody you used to make you feel better about yourself? [delete]
well, here’s me making you feel better about yourself: you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met in my life. nobody could ever take your place. i love you more than words can say. [delete]
yeah, you fucked me over, but i still think you’re great. i don’t know if that says more about me or more about you. i don’t know if that makes me pathetic or kindhearted. i always saw the good in you. [delete]
i know i didn’t always act like you were important to me. i’m sorry for that. i’m sorry i didn’t shove it down your throat every day, tell you that you were worth everything to me; i’m sorry i held your mistakes against you so much. i’m sorry i didn’t realize you were struggling too. [delete]
you’re still the first person i want to tell anything to. like did you hear who our ex-friend is hooking up with? did you see that facebook status? did you see that car crash on route 29? did you know there are more microbes on your body than people on earth? [delete]
i know i said leave but i really meant i’ll be waiting for you to come back. my friends say it’s not permanent; i can go back whenever i want to. i know i can but i left for a reason. it hurts so much that you don’t want me. [delete]
i keep thinking i can convince you to choose me. who wouldn’t want someone who loves them this much? i want to shower you with compliments just so you realize what you lost. [delete]
but i also want you to know you’re special. i want you to know somebody loves you, even if they’re far away. i want you to know how you lifted my spirits by just existing. [delete]
but then i think: where’s my “i love you”? where’s my “thank you for existing”? where’s my “you’re special” and “i appreciate you” and “you’re important to me”? why am i always the one trying to make this work? why don’t you value me? [delete]
you told me you’d always answer my text messages, probably even in your sleep. i can’t believe someone so goddamn beautiful could do such ugly things. [delete]
—  delete delete delete

less than helpful advice-

aries: “have some patience!” - why should they? aries live many lives in one, they are working off their time, not yours. if you want ‘patience’ go be a nurse at a hospital

taurus: “just try to forget it and move on” - taureans have, as my parents would say, ‘memories like elephants’. they can’t just forget and move on

gemini: “just be yourself!” - yah, but what self? the one i am right now or the one i was 10 minutes ago? what self am i??

cancer: “you’ll feel better if you come out” - no. they won’t. because they are feeling down they will soak up more negative feelings from other people and spend the whole time wishing they were at home in bed.

leo: “you don’t need anyone’s validation” telling a leo they don’t need appreciation is like telling someone they don’t need sunlight. just tell them you love them so they don’t have to ask first..then maybe they’ll stop asking

virgo: “can you just sit down for a second!?” …what and explode in every direction from an over eruption of nervous energy? they’re all ready round up like a wiry string and above everything else going on in their minds you want them to suppress their bodies?

libra: “there’s plenty of fish in the sea” so there is plenty of stinky fish and i can’t find one that wants me? what is wrong with me?! why is it hard for me to catch one then

scorpio: “it’s all in your head” well not validating their pain isn’t going to get them to open up. and no sadness or anger is ‘just in their heads’ it penetrates and emulsifies through their whole bodies

sagittarius: “well you didn’t have to say that!” what, you didn’t want the truth? why did you ask their opinion then? did you want them to lie to you? if your butt looks big in that dress, they consider it in your best interest you know the truth

capricorn: “just try not to worry” not only have capricorns imagined the best case scenario, they have already foreseen the worst. it gives them peace to have an emergency exit planned, unless you want them to be jumpy all day

aquarius: “oh come on, be realistic!” aquarians think forward, sideways, and backwards. if it could be thought, they have though it all. not only are they intimate with reality (fixed/saturn) they are intimate with alternative, other galactic realities (air/uranus)

pisces: “don’t be so easily offended” they probably aren’t offended, it probably hurt. and if it didn’t hurt them, it hurt somebody they are close to them. and that is even more painful -C.

Sometimes I feel hollow inside, like an empty drum. I work, I talk to people, I laugh, I do things to keep busy… but it all feels so empty. It’s a purposeless routine… I have no real direction and I can’t see my life changing any time soon. I know this is better than the constant agony I used to feel when you first left but sometimes I wonder – Is this what ‘getting better’ is?… Is this all it will ever be… this emptiness?
I know you shouldn’t believe that a person can complete you. You’re supposed to be a complete person on your own… and I was… I always have been… But I wasn’t a HAPPY person. I just sort of ‘existed’ and did things because that’s what you’re supposed to do…
But I never felt inspired by anything and I was never really happy until I met you. And it’s hard to let go of that. It’s something so many people take for granted every day and I absolutely cherished every second of it… but losing it was hard. And I’m doing my best… I tell myself “head up, don’t cry, and look ahead not behind” but even my own laughter sounds different now… false and hollow as it echoes around my empty chest.
And those are times it’s hardest not to miss you, when I’m smiling or laughing on the outside but feeling so little on the inside and I ask myself; is this really getting better? Or is this just the numbness you feel when you’ve felt too much pain for too long?
—  Ranata Suzuki 

When you love, I think it’s better to love with your whole heart than to be safe and reserved. I know it might set you up for getting your heart broken which is no fun, but even if that does happen, at least you know that you gave it your all. If it didn’t work out, it wasn’t your fault because you were brave enough to say, “hey, I love the absolute shit out of you, I hope that’s enough”.

I just wanted to let a few of you know that if you any of you who are writers of fiction or poetry (or even if you have a gnawing hunger to read more!) you should try Commaful to post your stuff. It’s this really pleasant community of writers who support and actually give back feedback on any work you post. I’ve been there for almost 7 months now and of all my poetry posts, I’ve never gotten one negative comment. I’ve never seen a negative comment on the site period. Each post is like this little slideshow of a book and they’re so easy to make and coming from a really bad place last year mentally with a lingering depression and years of not feeling good about my poetry, I’ve never felt more accepted or inspired until I joined. I hope any who reads or writes like I do checks it out. Commaful.com is so much better for you and your work than Tumblr is.

Also, follow me if you like it and I’ll follow back! I’m wethedreamers there. Come be sad with me and look at my poetry and I’ll look at yours. :)

the Science of the jjba universe is so convoluted i want to hear someone give a ted talk about how ripples work. seriously is there a better plot twist in the history of anime than “my scarf is made of the hip muscles of 30 thousand beetles, which scattered your ripple!” like no. tjhats the peak. its the best thing ive ever heard. they dont even explain why beetle hips make ripples scatter thats just how it is. i love jjba

Snobbishness is a funny thing.

*Me at 22 when I was working part-time at a flower market and then one of the other girls found out I had a degree*

*Her* “You think you’re better than us? Right?” (She was mad. And smoking. Maybe drunk. And really did not know how to apply eyeliner.) 

*Me* “Hey, I grew up poor too. I just thought it would be nice to work with flowers till I figured things out. I always liked flowers. My parents never bothered about the garden we had; but I always did.”

*Her sneering* “Cute. Fucking cute. You and your fancy degree. But you think you’re better than me?”

*Me* “Honestly, at this point, I truly hope so.”

Surprises

Originally posted by diltons

A/N: Second time posting my writing, I had the idea at work and i wanted to write something so here we are. If you want to request anything for me to write, please do, i have nothing else to do. 

Part 2 / Part 3

Summary: Usually Jughead hates surprises, but you’re hoping this one might be different.

Word Count: 1,710

Warnings: none, you are safe 

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Tips From a Trans Guy

-Walk tall, confidence is the key in everything you do. As a transgender individual not everyone will take you seriously but you need to be strong.

-Shave the fuzz. A smooth face is better than a fuzzy face.

-Vests honestly work to hiding chest thingies. Bajas do as well.

-Finding pants can suck for people. Even cis guys who lift unfortunately. Levis have these amazing jeans. They’re athletic fit which helps around the hips, and thighs which is my issue.

-Acne will suck once you go on T. Wash your face twice a day with soap and water. Acne wipes will help during that time. Lemon water (drink it, or you know I’m sure you can rub it all over) also clears skin and serves other amazing purposes.

-When using the boys bathroom, do not talk, do not interact. Do your business and leave. Do not make eye contact. It’s not the same as using a bathroom with feminine individuals.

-Dating can be hard. You look younger than you really are which sometimes isn’t a good thing. People younger than you will also be all over you. Like teenagers. Do not give in! One day you won’t look like a baby (cross your fingers), that means hopefully people your own age will date you! You could also try getting a tattoo if you’re old enough so people know you’re older than 18 .-.

-Also with dating. It’s a whole lot different as a man. You’re no longer girlxgirl or girlxguy (well the last one is possible but you won’t be the girl anymore). The dynamic is so different. It might take time to get your groove back so don’t get frustrated.

-As you get older and start passing (you’ll get there!). Privileges will open up to you. Your world will change. But that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole! You don’t need to be a feminist but remember what it’s like to be a women and how the world treated you.

-Bullying can suck, even if you have an amazing support system. I have a warning for you. Do Not Engage. They will pick fights. Yes stand up for yourself but do not stoop to their level. Stay strong and keep your head up. You’re more than them.

-You will lose friends. It sucks but your true friends who are meant to be in your life will stick by you to support you. You will have an amazing support system even if you don’t have one now. If your family isn’t supportive then you can create your own in the future.

-Last but not least, be you. Stay amazing. Stay you. You’re perfect and some day people will see that. I promise.

take this passion, turn it into action

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood
word count: 1691
a/n: dedicating this one to @lilyevians - I just wanted to bring a little cheer into your world right now because I got the sense that you might need it. I sent that anon ask yesterday and rolled with the flintwood+fake dating trope because I can’t stop/won’t stop. <3 (title from Stop Desire by Tegan and Sara)


“I still don’t know why I’m helping you with this,” Oliver mumbled, straightening out his tie and glancing at Marcus in the mirror reflection above his shoulder.

Marcus groaned and shook his head. “Didn’t think you could get more thick. I told you. Adrian and Terry have been making fun of me for fucking ever for not having a date, and what better way than to fuck with them then showing up at Cassius’s wedding reception with you?”

Oliver sighed, but he agreed. It had all been a coincidence anyways, the two of them running into each other. Or at least, a product of themselves, the fact that they had been signed to competing teams. Now that the war was over and the International Federation was holding events again, it was only a matter of time before they would have run into one another. What was so strange about it was that they had spoken that first event, Marcus had reached out his hand for a truce. And things were still shaky, might always be shaky between the two of them, but over the part couple months Oliver had started to consider Marcus a friend, or at least something approaching a friend.

Which is why when Marcus had bumped into him in Diagon, and gotten a very Slytherin twinkle in his eye, Oliver had agreed to his plan. Without thinking through the fact that now he had to follow through with it, and pretend to be Marcus’s date for an entire evening. Just to fuck with his friends.

Oliver did not want to think about the fact that there might have been a chance he would have said yes if Marcus had asked for a real date. But that was a bridge that he figured they would never come to. From the sounds of it, Marcus was more-or-less straight, which is why everyone would have been so shocked (specifically Adrian, who Marcus was hoping would see that he could be free to date men and finally ask out his long time crush Terence.) Which complicated things, because he was pretty sure Marcus thought he was straight too.

“Here,” Marcus mumbled, and spun Oliver around. “You’re just fucking it up.” Oliver noted, as Marcus untied his bowtie and fixed it up, that even though the other man had large hands and thick fingers, he was surprisingly dexterous. 

Oliver swallowed. “Thanks,” he mumbled, and Marcus flashed him a smile - a real smile - and Oliver tried not to melt. 

It would be so much easier to hate him again.


Marcus was right.

The wedding itself had been a private affair, family members only. Marcus and Oliver then, luckily, only needed to attend the reception. They arrived at the party hand in hand, and as soon as they stepped in the room the entire crowd stopped talking. Jaws dropped and Oliver heard more than one muttered “holy shit is that Oliver Wood?” as they made their way through the crowd, Marcus in the lead. Marcus’s hand was sweaty, just a bit, and Oliver decided it was because he probably didn’t want to be holding onto Oliver at all.

Even though when they reached the table with Marcus’s friends, he didn’t let go.

“Adrian, Terry,” Marcus greeted, finally letting go of Oliver’s hand to pull a chair out for him. “I’m sure you remember Oliver Wood?”

Oliver grinned weakly and reached across the table to shake the offered up hands.

“I thought you were joking!” Terry pressed, in a stage whisper that was barely any quieter than normal speech. “You said you were bringing Wood and I thought you were pulling our legs!” 

Marcus flashed another grin, a devious one and his eyes twinkled in the same way Oliver remembered from their run in. “Would I lie to you?” He asked, as he dropped into his seat.

Adrian laughed. “Literally every day.”


The meal went over smoothly, for the most part. Oliver didn’t say much, but when the table finally switched into conversation about Quidditch he was happy to participate. Adrian was a Ballycastle fan, which Marcus took well, his chest puffing up in pride. Terry, on the other hand, mentioned that he thought Puddlemere actually had a shot this year, and Oliver found himself lost in conversation with the Slytherin.

He was pulled out of it when Marcus took his hand again. “Let’s dance.” Marcus pressed. Oliver frowned - they hadn’t discussed dancing, but he couldn’t very well say no now, could he? 

Nodding once to Terry in a ‘thank you for saving me from everyone here’ gesture, he followed Marcus onto the floor.

As they arrived, the song switched, tempo slowing down, couples moving closer together. Oliver glanced at Marcus but the man looked fine, unfazed by this change of events. Taking a breath to steel himself, Oliver stepped closer to Marcus and placed his free hand on the other mans hip, letting Marcus do the same.

They fell into the rhythm easily, bodies only inches apart. Oliver could feel the heat radiating off of Marcus, could smell tobacco and leather polish and broom oil. Could tell, from this close, that Marcus had freckles on his nose and a scar under his left eyebrow. The proximity was heady and when the song ended Oliver tried to step back, catch some fresh air.

Marcus tightened his grip. “Don’t leave me now, Wood.” He mumbled, and Oliver’s stomach clenched and turned but he nodded. He had agreed to this. He just needed to make it through another few hours and then he could go home and actually start to consider this new information about Marcus, could close his eyes and pretend things were different.

Three songs later, finally, Oliver managed to twist out of Marcus’s grip. “Need the bathroom,” he breathed out, and turned on a heel to leave the hall. It was only once he pushed open the doors, inhaled fresh cool air and leant back into a small alcove that he realized he was in big trouble.

Oliver closed his eyes and rested his head on the brick behind him, but when he inhaled again he realized the air was no longer fresh and clean. Marcus’s unique smell was back nearly full force, and he swallowed hard before opening his eyes. Marcus was standing less than a foot away from him, eyes looking almost worried as he scanned Oliver’s face. He was blocking the only way out of the small space, but Oliver realized he didn’t feel too claustrophobic - in fact, he wanted there to be even less space.

“Alright, Wood?” He asked, his voice gruff in a way Oliver wasn’t used to.

Oliver managed to nod as their eyes connected. “Yeah. Just. Needed fresh air.”

Marcus nodded and stepped closer, pressing a hand into the stone wall that Oliver was leaning against. He was just about to say something, lips three inches away from Oliver’s, his exhale ghosting across Oliver’s face. And then the door opened again and Adrian and Terry stumbled out, and Marcus’s eyes went wide and they both froze in place.

“Look, you didn’t see the look on Wood’s face,” Adrian was saying to Terry. Oliver frowned at Marcus and he pulled a face. “I don’t know what he did but he’s managed to con Wood into coming, they’re not dating. He’s just doing it to fuck with us, which is exactly what I said was going to happen. Merlin he’s such an asshole-”

Terence was much quieter, and Marcus glanced back and then turned back to Oliver. “Sorry,” he said, though he didn’t sound sorry at all, and then he crashed their lips together. Oliver’s small noise of protest was muffled by Marcus’s lips, and when it was clear the other wasn’t pulling back he lifted his hands up, sliding one around to hold the back of Marcus’s neck and lifting the other up to fist in his shirt.

“Terry,” Adrian stage-whispered, and then made a small strangled sound. “Fuck,” he added, and Oliver listened as the footsteps padded away. “Fuck there are totally snogging, I don’t know how he-“ Adrian’s voice faded off and the kiss lingered another minute before Marcus finally pulled back.

“What was that for?” Oliver tried to sound angry, he really did, but he knew there was no malice in his voice anymore. Knew he couldn’t be angry because even when Marcus laughed and said it was a joke and disappeared, he’d be thinking about that kiss.

Marcus shrugged, and suddenly looked uncomfortable in his own skin, shuffling from one foot to the other and ducking his head down. “Dunno.” He admitted, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure the hallway was clear. “Wanted to do that. Figured I wouldn’t get another chance.”

“Are they still out there?” Oliver whispered, low as he could. Why else would Marcus be saying that he wanted to kiss him? (What was he missing?) 

Marcus looked back up, met Oliver’s eyes with his own. “No.” He said, clearly. Sure of himself despite the flush creeping up his neck. “I know we’re not really… that you just agreed to this as a favour, or - actually I have no idea why you agreed to this. But I didn’t think I’d get another chance, so.” 

Oliver swallowed, hard, and then lifted his hands up to cup Marcus’s face. He decided to take a leap, and hope he didn’t fall. “As far as first dates go, I’d give this a four out of ten, I think. You better aim for a seven on the next one.”

Marcus gaped at him, blinked, shook his head. “What?” He tried to clarify, voice still gruff and low and now laced with confusion.

“You wanted to kiss me. I want you to continue kissing me. Sounds to me like that’s grounds for a second date?”

A large grin broke out over Marcus’s face, and suddenly Oliver found himself being crowded back into the wall again, Marcus’s hands on his hips and his body warm against Oliver’s chest. “Who says I need to wait for a second date?”

Fanfiction Recommendations Mar. 8- Mar. 15

Originally posted by blackewhitelover

So many wonderful fics this past week, and not nearly enough reading time. I’ve still got a whole bunch saved to read. Thanks to all the authors, those on here and those not that continue to write for us!

Like always if you want to be included in the future, feel free to tag me in your works. And like last week, feel like I’m defiantly tagged in more Dean than Sam (not complaining  I love Dean), so make sure to send some more Sam my way guys!


Dean 

Sam

Jensen

Winchester Sister/Daughter

Series

Other



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Mara, 30, said she was initially terrified to meet her Oscar-winning co-star, reported People magazine.

“I remember the first time I saw Cate, in Elizabeth. I think I was 13. I went to our little local theatre with my mom, and I was like, ‘Oh, my God, who is that woman?’ She’s just so incredible. It was pretty easy to pretend to be enamoured by her. And she’s quick and witty and funny. She’s very confident.

“It’s amazing. Usually it’s not that great to meet your idols and work with them; it’s kind of a letdown. This definitely wasn’t. She’s much different than I had in my head, but kind of better, in a way. It was also obviously terrifying,” Mara said.

Game day


Request
: i. need. s ome sports supportive reader x archie. like wearing jersey to school on game day, wearing his jacket, cheering him on from the sideline. yelling at his coach when he yells at archie. just owningit. being cute. being supportive.

A/N: this is cute and smol

See more of my work here

Word count: 648 words

Warnings: cursing i think

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

“That’s my jersey.”  You turned, a wide smile on your face as your eyes met Archie’s.  

“Yeah!” He smiled right back.  

“You look better in it than I do…” He teased, hands coming down on your shoulders.  

“You said it.”  You turned back to your locker, blowing your hair out of your face.  

He leaned over to your ear. “You coming to my game tonight?”

“Am I coming to your game tonight?” You asked mockingly.  “Of course I’m going to your game tonight.”

“Can you not yell at Coach this time?”

“Listen you made a great pass, and he had no right to yell at you for that,” you defended yourself.  “It’s not your fault he couldn’t run it.”  Closing your locker, your brow crinkled in anger.  Archie laughed.  “I’m still pressed.”

He swung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side as you two walked next to each other down the hall towards your class.  Grinning, Archie replied, “I know you are, babe.”


The game was typical.  The Bulldogs were crushing, and you’d like to think it was solely because of your beautiful boyfriend. You’d catch his eyes every once in awhile from the sidelines, smiling widely to show support.  “Go, Arch!” You’d yell whenever he had the ball, always finding his small grin under his helmet.  

“Hey!” You turned, narrowing your eyes at Coach Clayton.  “L/N, I’d tell you to get out, but you really help him play better.  So, I’ll just ask you,” he leaned in close to your ear.  “To stop!  Screaming!  In my ear!”  

Eyes wide with surprise, you coughed slightly.  “Strong lungs you got there.”

“See you two are getting along better today,” Jughead commented sarcastically over the fence.  Raising a bright blue jacket, he pushed it over towards you.  With it’s blue and gold color scheme, bold R on the breast, you knew exactly what it was. “Archie told me to go and grab it from his house for you.  Said it would be cold.” You reached forward to grab it from him, tugging it over his shoulders.  “Look at you two.  So eighties coming of age movie.”  

Out of nowhere, the crowd suddenly roared in disgruntled, surprised noises.  They resembled a crowd booing, but less angry, more concerned.  The three of you had been distracted from the field for a moment, however you didn’t have to see the field to know that something had happened.  

You turned, seeing the ref angrily blowing his whistle.  You noticed the letters on the scoreboard change.  34-31.  While the Bulldogs were still winning, it was the fourth quarter, and this score was too tight for comfort.

“Time!” Clayton called angrily, waving his arms in the air and pulling the team into a huddle.  You leaned against the fence next to Jughead.  

“You think it’s because you weren’t watching him for two seconds?” He joked, elbow nudging your padded shoulder.

“I mean you’re kidding but… It means a lot to him.” You frowned.

Jughead sighed.  “Never thought I’d be friends with a quarterback.”

“Never thought I’d wear a letterman’s jacket.  Yet here we are.”  Archie’s eyes lifted from the heads of his teammates to meet yours.  “For that goofball.”

“One second, Coach,” he murmured, taking steps over to you.

“Hey, baby,” you said softly, “You alright?”

“Yeah, just stressed,” he sighed.  

“You guys got this,” you assured him.  “You need anything?”

“Just you, here,” he answered softly.  “I like the jacket.”

“It’s warm,” you nodded.  He smiled, pulling on the thick fabric to bring your lips to his.  You pulled back, scrunching up your nose.  “You stink.”

Archie lightly punched your shoulder.  “Hey.”

“Hey, you know what.  You go out there, you kick ass?  I’ll cuddle you tonight regardless of whether or not you shower.” You leaned forward, kissing him one last time, before lightly pushing his chest.  “Go kick some ass.”