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The Music Room  [ A.A ]

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Request: Archie hears this amazing girl singing and tries to find her and all this time it’s been the reader one of his best friends that he’s loved since forever but hasn’t been able to ask her out due to rejection but accidentally slips he loves her when he finds her singing

Word Count: 1291

Warnings: None 

A/N: Hi guys! I would recommend listening to John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ seeing as the song is mentioned a little bit. I know it’s an oldie but I mean the lyrics make it timeless. 

Also, recently my posts haven’t been showing up under any tags so I’m really sorry if a lot of you don’t get to see any of my writing because of that. I’ve really been trying to fix that but nothings working. I would really appreciate it if anybody who could help out could message me about it?

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You sat with your back to the wall beside the door to the music room. You had finally found it empty and decided to make full use of it. You had been trying for days to find some space for yourself to just spend some time alone with the solace of the school’s instruments and the peaceful aura that the silent feel of the music room pulsed through itself.

A small smile crept onto your face as you made sure the door was locked and fiddled with your bag to make sure that it was comfortably lodged between your elbow and the floor. You placed yourself specifically so that any student or teacher passing by couldn’t see you through the small window in the door.

This was the first time you’d been in the music room since you had found out about Archie and Grundy, though, you had been in here on your own many times before. At first, your mind couldn’t help but be pulled into the awkward memory of whatever may have happened between your best friend and the former music teacher, but you pushed the thought aside. Now was the time for you to just be you and for you to do what makes you feel the happiest.

For you, singing was the best way of letting out any pent up emotions, it was a way for you to feel more free than ever. After finding out about Archie and Ms. Grundy, you were beyond stressed. You were angry at Ms. Grundy and you were angry at Archie. But you were also sad and hurt and the amount of frustration that you had felt was undeniably surprising. You loved Archie as more than just a friend–more than anything and it pained you that Ms. Grundy had so easily (and illegally) taken advantage of the oblivious and golden-hearted boy that was and is Archie Andrews.

For days on end you had been wanting to let it all out through your voice and now you finally could. Without having to worry about anything–not about anyone hearing you nor about any of the more serious drama that had been taking it’s place in Riverdale–you sang the first few words to your favourite song. A smile finds its way to your lips as you carry one singing, louder and clearer than you have the ability to anywhere else. The lyrics of John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ fell from your lips with a sense of passion, love and talent that would be sure to make anyone double-take.

It was a song that you knew was quite old yet you still couldn’t seem to look past the meaning and love that went into the lyrics. The song warmed your heart and made you feel at home.

“You may say I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one,” 

Archie had been trying to fit in the time to work on his own music (in the music room, of course) and he had finally been able to squeeze that in until he had heard the most angelic sound that ever danced through his ears coming from the thin space inbetween the door of the music room and the floor that connected the hallway to the classroom. He had heard the voice before and had desperately tried to put a name and face to it but had always failed in doing so. But now, he knew that it was his chance to do so.

Forgetting about his intended plans, he reaches for the door handle, letting out an audible groan once he realises that the door has been locked. He takes no notice to the stares he receives from passing students, stepping forward and curiously and hopefully peering through the small window. He bites his lip when he notices a pair of black converse (your black converse) just barely making it’s way into his line of vision. It didn’t even occur to him that those could have been his best friend’s shoes and he didn’t even take notice of the drawings that you two had decorated the white soles with only a month ago.

You notice the door move beside you, the vibrations barely brushing against your arm. Someone was trying to get in. With a sigh, you shrink backwards, only waiting for the mystery person to knock on the surface of the door. A groan forces it’s way out of you once you hear the tapping of knuckles against the wooden door.

You stand up, instantly greeted with none other than Archie’s face through the window in the door. His eyebrows raise once he sees you, a gobsmacked expression falling over his face. Yanking the door open, you meet him with an almost scared look on your face.

“Archie?”

“Was-was that you singing?” He blurts, stepping into the classroom. Archie already knew the answer, but he couldn’t help but ask. He was in love with you and he knew it but it only made him realise just how much he didn’t know about you. Even if he did know more than anybody else.

“Uh, yeah,” You sheepishly reply, “It was me.”

“You never told me you could sing–”

“It’s nothing really, Arch.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“But it’s not nothing, Y/N. You’re an amazing singer,” Archie closes the door behind him before he places a hand on each of your shoulders. His fingers lightly grip you, slightly pulling you into him. “Jeez, I’ve heard you singing so many times. Only, I didn’t know it was you. And god, the more I learn about you; it just makes me love you even mo-” He cuts himself off, abruptly halting his rambling, biting his lip and pulling his right hand off of your shoulder to scratch the back of his neck. Truthfully, he knew the most part of what he said probably made no sense whatsoever except for the most important piece.

“What?” You ask him, wondering why he had suddenly stopped talking. As much as your heart skipped when he said that he loved you, the two of you had exchanged those words many times between yourselves. But it had always been platonic seeing as neither of you had the courage to face possible rejection, so why would now be any different?

“I-uh, I love you.”

“Oh. I love you too–”

“No, like, more than that,” He takes a long step closer to you. Your breath hitches at how suddenly close he is, suddenly nervous about the fact that you were pretty sure he could hear your heart beating right out of his chest. Archie had never been this close to you. So close that you could feel his breath on the skin just underneath your nose and right above your lips. His chest was almost touching you, the pounding of his heart unknowingly to the two of you, matching the beat of your own. “I’m in love with you.”

And before you know it, Archie has placed his lips on yours. The softness of his kiss was still passionate and sweet, and you found yourself kissing back without hesitation. Your hands rested on his chest and his loosely held you just above your hips. You were the first to pull back, your heart racing as Archie leans forward, as if he never wanted to stop kissing you.

“I love you too, Archie.” You smile at the grin that Archie flashes you, his arms wrapping around your torso as he nuzzles his face into your neck. He chuckles, his voice vibrating against the soft skin of your neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

Chamber of Secrets - Part 1

Originally posted by nctaliaromanova

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

Word count: 1809 words

A/N: This is the first ever series I’m posting, so feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Since I don’t have a tag list, I’m tagging those who inspired me to start posting my writing on Tumblr, I hope you guys don’t mind. I will untag you if you don’t want to be tagged :)

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Tags: @bovaria@thenightmarebeforebucky@beccaanne814-blog@buckyywiththegoodhair@rheavanya@cassiopeiassky@avengerofyourheart


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WD-40 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could I please request a peter parker/reader fic where he sees you on the subway and is blown away and just HAS to get your number?

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1,532

Warnings: Slight Swearing

A/N: Hello everyone! It has been a while but I AM BACK!!! I finally have time to write once again so I will try to update at least once a week! So sorry for the wait, and sorry if this one sucks, but here it is! FYI, (Y/E/C) means “your eye color.” If you would like to be added to my tag list, just let me know! Well, enjoy!!!

Tag List: @mp938368 @gcneral-organa @thatgirlsar

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Originally posted by tomholland-trash

“Lousy piece of junk,” Peter grumbled, itching under his web-shooters. Trying to get his finger underneath the cuff, he tries to reach the release button to get those stupid things off.

“Dammit!” Peter groaned, looking down at his web-shooters in anger. This was just perfect, Peter thought as he kicked the bathroom wall in frustration. First I don’t catch the bad guy, and now they won’t come off.

Today was going great for Peter. School was amazing: he aced his Physics test, got an A on his project, and had pizza for lunch! Then he got word of a robbery happening a couple blocks away, so he slipped out of study hall to go take care of it. Everything was going great until his web-shooters broke and the robber got away. 

Sighing, Peter began to get his regular clothes out of his back pack. Changing quickly, Peter threw on his jacket, tugging the sleeves down to hide the cuffs. Walking out of the bathroom, he realized just how far away he was from home. 

“This is just great,” Peter grumbled as he looked down at the broken web-shooters in disdain. His own personal thunderstorm following in tow, Peter trudged down the nearest subway steps. Paying for a ticket back to Queens, Peter boarded the train and sat down with a huff. Taking out his headphones, Peter let his music flow through his ears as he tried to figure out why his web-shooters broke. 

Train slowing down at the next stop, Peter barely raised his eyes to the oncoming flow of travelers. Looking back down at his jacket-covered wrist, he once again began to itch under the cuffs. Just what exactly happ-

“Um, excuse me?” A voice interrupted, pulling Peter out of his thoughts. Looking up, he sees you, (Y/H/C) pulled back into a messy bun as you held onto this box before you, looking at Peter. 

“Uh, yeah?” Peter asked, voice cracking. Dammit, Peter thought. Already embarrassing myself.

Smiling down at him, you nod to the seat next to him. “Can I sit? There’s no other spots.”

“Oh, uh, sure!” Peter stumbled out, grabbing his back pack off the seat next to him. Smiling brightly, you sat down next to him. Peter, a bit nervous that such a beautiful girl had sat next to him, began to itch under his web-shooters once more. 

Getting more and more frustrated at the cuffs, Peter looked up and began to look around him. Eyes falling on the box in your lap, Peter didn’t realize that he began to stare.

“So,” Your voice interrupted, causing Peter to quickly straighten up and blush. “What’s your name?”

“Peter,” he responded, continuing to blush. “What’s yours?”

“(Y/N).”

“Well, (Y/N),” Peter started, eyes still focused on the mysterious box. “What’s in there?”

“Oh!” You replied, taking off the lid. “It’s my science fair project.” Pulling out the project, Peter’s eyes widened at the sight before him.

“Are those-?”

“Yep. An exact replica of Spider-Man’s web-shooters,” You said with a smile, proudly showing off your invention. “Okay, well, not an exact replica. I made some improvements.”

“Improvements?” Peter asked, a little shocked that someone replicated his design and improved it.

“Yeah, whenever I tried to fire the web-shooters, the webbing got jammed in the spinneret nozzle. So, to stop the webbing from building up, I added a chemical reactant to dissolve the webbing when it built up. To make sure that the webbing didn’t dissolve all the time from the reactant, I added another switch near the trigger that way I could control when to use the chemical reactant. It works great, especially when you need to fix it fast.”

Eyes wide and brain reeling, Peter looked at the web-shooters in shock. 

“Wow, that ingenious!” Peter said shocked, scoring over the web-shooters in your hand. “Why did you make the web-shooters for your project? Why not just take the easy way out and make a volcano?”

Laughing, you placed the web-shooters back into the box. “That’s too simple. I needed to challenge myself. Besides, I owe Spider-Man.”

“You owe him?” He asked, looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes. 

“It’s a long story, but I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for him,”

“Y’know, I have to ride this train until Queens, and we have four more stops left. I have time,” Peter said with a smile. Nodding along, you continued your story.

“He saved my life. I was on a bridge driving home one day in a thunderstorm. The wind was so great that it knocked over a semi-truck. A car drove swerved to avoid hitting the semi and went over a puddle. The car then slid and crashed into my car. My car spiraled and almost went off the side of the bridge. Next thing I knew I saw this type of web shoot out and it pulled off my door. Before I could even react to that, another web stuck to me and I was pulled out of my car just as it went over the side. Spider-Man pulled me to safety and I never got to properly thank him for saving my life. So, as repayment, I’ve been making improvements to his design that way if I ever met him again one day, I could show him the improvements so he could be even better at his job.”

“That way he can save more people,” Peter added as he listened to your story, remembering that night well.

“Exactly,” you said with a smile. Shaking your head, you patted the box in your lap. “Kind of ridiculous to think that I would meet him again in this huge city. Well, a girl can dream.”

“I’m sure he would love to meet you again,” Peter said without speaking. Eyes flashing towards him, you look at him in suspicion. Realizing what he almost revealed, he began to backtrack. “I mean, uh, anyone would love to meet you again. I mean, uh, Spider-Man would probably greatly appreciate you making improvements to his design, and, uh-” 

“Yeah, right,” You replied with a laugh. “He would just love to meet me.”

“I’m sure he would,” Peter quickly responded. “I know I would.” Dammit, just shut up already!

Eyes lit up with amusement, you look over at him. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Peter,”

“Well, Peter, this is my stop,” You say as you stand up. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Nice meeting you too,” Peter said in a daze, as he watched your retreating figure. Snapping out of his reverie, his eyes go wide. “Wait!”

Turning around, you look back, confused. 

Peter, pushing through all of the passengers, finally caught up to you. “Can I have your number?” He bravely asked, blush creeping up his neck.

Smiling back at him, you respond. “What for, exactly?” You ask, teasing him.

Blushing more prominently, Peter scrambles to come up with an excuse. “Well, uh, I write for my school newspaper?” He says hesitantly, before deciding to go with it. “Yeah. I write for my school’s newspaper and I’m putting together an article on Spider-Man. I would love to hear more about your story and your improved designs.” 

Standing there awkwardly, Peter began to fidget under his cuffs once more. 

“Okay,” You said with a smile, writing out your number on a piece of paper. Peter let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding as you handed him the piece of paper. 

“Just text me when you want to meet up and we can talk about Spider-Man,” You replied as you began to walk off the train. “Or if you just want to talk.”

Elated, Peter nodded enthusiastically as you stepped onto the platform. Still hyped up on adrenaline, his finger once again went to his cuffs as a nervous habit. “See you soon, (Y/N).”

“See you soon, Peter,” You waved good-bye, walking away. Letting out another sigh of relief, passengers moved on and off of the train.

Turning on your heel, you call after Peter once more. Peter, looking up, meets your eyes.

“Y’know,” You began with a sly smile on your lips, “I also found that the release button was also a little tricky. Just add a bit of WD-40 to it every once in a while and it won’t get stuck anymore. Then you won’t get stuck with them on.”

Peter, gaping at you, drops his arms to his sides. Smiling at him once more, you send Peter a wink, and then you were off.

I’m going to marry that girl one day, Peter thought with a small smile on his lips, as the train pulled away from the station and headed for Queens.


“How was school today, Peter?” Aunt May called out as she heard the door open. 

“Alright,” Peter responded, hand in his jacket’s pocket as he grasped onto your phone number as if it was a life-line. 

“Well, that’s good,” She responded, turning back to cooking.

“Hey Aunt May, do we have any WD-40?”

“Why do you need WD-40?”

“No reason,” Peter said with a small smile. “An amazing girl gave me a great idea.”

Writing Commissions!

I’m opening writing commissions! I got enough good feedback and thought it’d be a good idea, so here are the prices! If you’re interested, please, message me! If you can’t; that’s completely ok, but a reblog would mean the world to me! ((also thanks to @pharflux for helping me debate prices ;p))


I’ll write:

  • Steam (hot make outs and teasing but no smut)
  • Fluff
  • Shipping fics
  • Angst
  • Friendship fics
  • Hurt/Comfort
  • OC’s
  • Reader Inserts
  • Original Stories
  • Crack fics

I will not write:

  • NSFW
  • Extremely heavy gore
  • In-depth abuse

Fandoms I will write for:

  • Persona 3
  • Persona 4
  • Persona 5
  • Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc
  • Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

Note: These are my starting fandoms. More may open up as I get into/come back to some more. 

I currently have 5 slots open!

Slot 1 Status: Closed!

Slot 2 Status: Open!

Slot 3 Status: Open!

Slot 4 Status: Open!

Slot 5 Status: Open!

You can see samples of my writing under the #my fanfiction tag on this blog or on my Ao3 account!

Pricing:

Character rate:

Base characters must be purchased with the writing. The base characters cost 2 dollars total.

  • Up to 4 base characters.
  • 2 dollars per every extra “main” character. Main characters are counted as people who are constantly present and are written into the story. (ex. All of the phantom thieves) Characters that are mentioned or have minor interactions do not count.
  • Ship fics have 1 base pairing.
  • If you would like another ship besides the base (which is counted as a main) it will be 3 dollars/pairing.
  • A pairing is counted as two people. Each extra person in that specific relationship will be an extra dollar.
  • If you go over the character limit with the pairings, only the relationship fee will be added.

Word Count:

  • 500 words for 2.50 USD
  • 1000 words for $5 USD
  • 5000 words for 15 USD
  • 10000 words for 30 USD

Note: These prices are based off of the total word count. Any higher than that; and we’ll discuss prices. 

Alternate Universe:

Setting the story in an alternate universe will cost you 2-5 dollars depending on how much of an AU it is.

  • 2 USD would be major canon divergence
  • 3-4 USD would be basic AU’s, like a dancer au for example.
  • 5 would be a complete setting/character swap with another fandom.

Chapter Count:

If you’d like more than one chapter; please include that in your message me so that we can work out the details! ^-^

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No Regrets - Questions

Request by @allinhishands:How did Y/N answer Rebecca’s questions about her dad while they were living in Denmark?

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (sorta), Michael (OC) x Reader (sorta but ew no!)

Warnings: Lies, regrets

Wordcount: 638

A/N: This is a drabble complication. All drabbles fits into the universe I created for my Jensen x Reader series Living with Regrets. Most can be read as stand alone but will also very much be part of the series.

This takes place between the part one and part two LWR series. Before Y/N returns to Canada.

Also imagine all conversation between Y/N and Becca is danish here!

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NO REGRETS MASTERPOST

“Mommy?” Rebecca was sitting on your bed while you were packing. Trying to decide what to bring now and what to ship later wasn’t as easy as you would think.

“Yes sweetheart.” You replied without looking at her, as you kept packing.

“You lived in Canada before I was born?” she asked and you smiled to yourself. She was such a smart kid.

“Yeah I did for a few years.” You answered still not paying too much attention to her but that changed with her next question.

“Is my daddy Canadian?” You looked up from your suitcase and froze. You knew she was going to start to ask questions soon. She had a few times before but you had managed to always distract her to avoid the subject. You knew you couldn’t keep doing that. She was getting too old and she deserved to know. You just had no idea what to tell her.

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1) Always post the rules.
2) Answer all the questions set by the person tagged and you write 11 new questions of your own for the people you’re tagging. 
3) Tag 11 people.

1.What is your favourite anime?
Admin Baka: Gintama~
Admin SM: Arakawa Under the Bridge

2.Favourite manga?
Admin Baka: Kyou Kara Ore Wa!! 
Admin SM: Arakawa Under the Bridge

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