arguably the most amusing thing I’ve written today:
“It turned out that human young had a ritual that involved creating effigies out of frozen condensation and then granting them names. Whether this was purely symbolic or whether some diabolical human power would later bring these effigies to life to do their organic masters’ bidding remained to be seen.”
hockey snobs are the funniest fucking thing to me i hope none of you listen to them bc you getting into hockey bc you thought a player was cute or bc you saw goon and thought it was funny or read check, please and it got you into the sport is fucking awesome, and everyone who loves hockey should be on-board with anything that grows the game bc why wouldn’t you want new fans ????? and, more specifically: why wouldn’t you want new, MORE DIVERSE, fans ????????? people that thought they would NEVER be into hockey now love it, that’s fucking awesome ??????? why would you be mad at that ever ???????????? anyway if you’re a new fan and you’re getting bullied by a “I’VE WATCHED HOCKEY MY WHOLE LIFE I ACTUALLY SHIT HOCKEY PUCKS” fan, just know that you’re cooler than them and i support u.
A/N:ALSO, WARNING: This is kinda seeming like a Stan x Reader with how much i mention Stan but don’t get it twisted: IT WILL BE A RICHIE X READER! It’s just Stan was so close to winning i wanna still make him a strong, prominent character!
I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Richie x Reader.
Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, and sexual abuse (mild) plus Henry being a dick, so….
You hadn’t realized how late you’d been at quarry, until you stepped back outside. There, standing in the middle of the road stood you, panting and pacing in the stop. The sun was setting and you could feel the cool air breeze in as the warm sun was covered by the dark sky.
Your mind was running wild. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t think coherently. IT had Stan… while you and everyone else had been bonding at the quarry, Stan had been in danger. And it was all because of you. If you hadn’t dragged him back into this mess, if you’d just left him alone… then none of this would’ve happened. You needed to find Richie, needed to tell him what had happened. But no one else, Richie already knew and that was the only reason why you justified going to him.
You wouldn’t risk the lives of your friends by dragging them back into something they thought was done.
You clenched your fists, nodding to yourself. Richie had only left a little bit ago, if you continued down the path you should be able to reach him before he got home. Then, you’d tell him everything and you’d guys would figure out what to do. So, nodding your head you began walking again, not quite running but your feet carried you along the road quickly. It wasn’t until you reached an alleyway, a alleyway you were sure Richie took home and turned a corner, did you feel your body flying downwards.
Thank you P-Goon for staying with the boys so long, through all the up and downs. You were an awesome leader and someone Toppklass will always look up to and after. Good luck in the army and I look forward to your acting career.
Nakta I need you to remember something, all these hatters,
Every. Single. One. Of. Them. Will never measure even a quarter of a percentage up to you. Live your life for all your fans. Cause we love you with all our hearts. Because you,
Our Handsome Camel,
are a part of our hearts! Live your life and do whatever you want cause we will always support you with our beautiful hearts
Hansol, well done my butterfly! Your wings are so pretty, they blind us yet we can’t help looking at them. Please never hide them cause they deserve to be seen by the world. Good luck on getting into the army.
Summary: Having glasses is hard enough, but what happens when you break them? And don’t want to tell anybody?
Author’s Note: Here’s to my fellow glasses-wearing people.
You really didn’t mean to break them.
It was an accident. Honestly.
You had been riding your bike home from school when you turned the corner and ran into Henry Bower’s gang. Upon seeing you, they thought it would be fun to mess around.
And by messing around, they meant shove you to the ground and take your glasses.
As soon as Henry stole your glasses from off of your face, you immedielty reached up to grab them, only for your hands to be slapped away by one of Bowers’s goons.
“Hey!” you yelled. “Those are my glasses you idiot!”
Henry turned towards you with his eyes narrowed.
“What did you say bitch?” he growled.
“I said, those are my glasses! What, are you deaf as well as stupid?”
You and your loud mouth.
It definetly wasn’t the best idea to say that, because as soon as the words left your mouth, Henry smashed them in his hand. Letting them fall to the floor, he smirked and shoved you back a bit.
“Have fun seeing four-eyes.”
As soon as they were out of sight, you scrambled to get up. Crawling over to where your broken glasses fell, you inspected them to see the damage.
“Oh no,” you muttered.
Everything was broken. The frame, the lenses, everthing. You groaned. “Mom is going to kill me.”
The next day at school was torture. Because you didn’t have your glasses, taking notes was a pain as you constantly had to ask those around you to see theirs.
Once the bell rang, you sighed in relief. Now that the day was done, you could go home and lay around in your room, moping about your glasses. You grabbed your bike and began walking down the street with it. Until you heard someone call your name.
Turning around, you saw your friends, also know as the Loser’s Club, waving at you. Smiling and waving back, you began to walk over to them.
“Damn (y/n), looking good,” said Richie.
Rolling your eyes, you slapped him in the arm.
“Better than you’ll ever look.”
He pretended to look offended while Eddie began talking to you.
“We we’re going to head over to Bill’s house to hang out. Do you want to come with us?”
You thought it over for a couple of seconds before nodding your head. It wouldn’t hurt to spend a couple hours with your friends. As you all walked together, you chatted with Bill, as he was the only person that wasn’t buddy talking to someone else.
“So why d-did you come without your g-glasses?” Bill asked curiously.
You shrugged. “I don’t know, I just wanted to try something different for once.”
You didn’t want to tell him the truth, not wanting to cause any more conflict between them and the Bower’s gang. You didn’t want to be the reason they all got hurt.
Luckily, he accepted your answer without question. You all continued your walk to his place.
Once you were there, you left your bikes outside, pulled up chairs in his garage and started to joke around. You couldn’t help but laugh at Eddie’s defensiveness towards his second fanny pack.
“Watch, when an emergency comes up, you won’t be making fun of me then, will you.”
After a couple of hours, you decided to tell the group goodbye and head home.
“Why are you leaving so early?” asked Stan.
“I promised my mom I would help her with dinner today.”
They accepted your answer and you walked outside to the bikes. Picking up what you believed to be your bike, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and threw a leg over the side of the bike.
You looked up to see Stan standing there.
“Oh, hey Stan, what’s up?”
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you responded ,”Yeah, Why?”
“Because that’s my bike you’re sitting on.”
Looking down, you barely noticed the little “Stan” written with black marker on the the bike.
“I, uh,” you stammered. “It’s just that, your bike is really cool and I wanted to try it out.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Are you sure? It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that you didn’t have your glasses today and the fact that you’re basically blind without them?”
You sighed and decided to just tell him the truth.
“Honestly, yesterday when I was riding my bike home from school, I ran into Bower’s and his gang. They took my glasses and broke them. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get a new pair.”
You didn’t want to look up, expecting Stan to start laughing at you for not being able to function like a normal human being without a pair of glasses.
What you didn’t expect was to look up and feel a pair of lips against yours. Your eyes widened for a second before closing them and going along with it. When you two pulled away, you were almost 100% positive you were bright red.
But that was okay, because so was Stan.
“Do you, ah, want me to walk you home? Just to make sure your safe. I understand if you don’t, I know it might be kind of awkward and-“
You cut him off by laughing.
“I would love for you to walk me home Stanley.”
He blushed bright red at this, grabbing his bike as you grabbed yours. The two of you began your journey home, side by side.
“By the way, you’re beautiful with and without glasses.”
Description: Ethan is
asked to join his ex for a sit down video for a YouTube channel where they are
instructed to ask each other about their relationship. As they move through their conversation,
travelling through the past, a question comes up that has yet to be
discussed. The response Ethan receives
is one he never expected.
Word Count: 2,862
Warnings: Talk of depression. Language.
A/N: This is based off of YouTube videos such as Hurt Bae
and other couple one on one interviews with each other. Thank you to @scuteedolans for encouraging me
with writing this piece. In this Ethan is about 20-21 years old. I hope you enjoy it!
It had been 6 months since I had
last seen him. I knew that we were about
to enter the room at the same time to sit in those chairs, face to face, with
nothing just a stack of questions and never-ending eye contact. Sat in the center of a nearly empty room were
two, tall director’s chairs set so that we would be across from each
other. A couple cameras were set up to
record with the camera men standing behind them, just waiting for us to take
I never thought that I would be in
one of these “exes ask questions’ videos, but when I was told that Ethan was
asked to do one, I felt like I at least owed it to him after the way we left
off, so reluctantly I agreed to do it with him.
you ready?” I turned to face the producer who had set this whole thing up. I’m sure my eyes were filled with fear and
I took a
deep breath and nodded my head. Was I
actually ready to face him? Did I have
enough time to prepare myself for what was to come? I wasn’t told ahead of time what these
questions were going to be. It was
obvious that there would be questions that would catch me off guard or would be
ones that I didn’t want to answer, but I signed the form that I would be
completely honest and open throughout the whole thing.
in place?” she said as she pressed the ear piece closer, waiting for the
answer. “Okay, perfect, let’s get ready.”
She placed her hand on my shoulder, “You’re going to do great. We can take breaks when needed and you don’t
have to ask to get up.” Her hand gave me a quick squeeze. “Do you need a tissue?” she handed it to me
without waiting for my response.
I looked at
my feet the whole time I walked to my seat, too many thoughts racing through my
mind for me to comprehend. Once I was
standing next to the chair, I looked up to meet Ethan’s eyes. He looked at me with a warmth that made my
heart skip a beat the same way it did the first time he ever looked at me.
picked up the notecards from our seats before finally sitting down. It took me a solid 30 seconds to adjust in my
seat whereas it only took Ethan a moment to find a comfortable position. He tapped his cards against his thigh to
straighten them up, his eyes still trained on mine.
like me to go first?” he asked quietly.
please.” My voice could hardly be heard.
It was like my voice had caught up in my throat.
“Okay.” He lifted
the first card, reading it to himself before sharing it with me. A small smile formed at the corner of his
lips, “How did we first meet?” he placed the card at the back of the stack.
I laugh a
bit at the memory, “We were both at Best Buy.” He flashed a toothy smile, “You
and Grayson were looking for a new camera while I was looking for a new lens.”
was doing all of the work while I was taking pictures of myself on each camera.”
Ethan filled in the next part, shaking his head at himself.
trying to take selfies with me in the background to make me feel uncomfortable,
but it didn’t work.” I added, thinking back to that day. I had noticed Ethan moving from camera to
camera, turning it toward his face and snapping picture after picture.
he pointed right at me, “finally posed for a picture. You flipped me off in the background.” He broke
out in a small fit of laughter.
I nodded, “I
did. You deserved it.”
right I did.” He paused before nodding at the cards in my hands.
the top one over I read it aloud without taking a look for myself. I figured that it would be a better idea to
just get it out. “Did I ever do anything
that made you question whether we were supposed to be together or not? If so, what was it?” The question rolled off my tongue much easier
than it would have if I had read it in my head first.
formed on his face, his eyebrows knitting together. He was taking a while to respond and it was
making me more nervous than it probably should have. “Nothing you ever did made me question us
being together. You were everything I
hoped for and more.”
tightened, folding in as I tried to fight back the emotions I was feeling. He said it in such a light tone, but the hurt
that was in his eyes made my heart want to explode. I tried to find the words to respond with,
but there it was like fireworks, response after response exploding in my mind
but fizzling away all too soon.
could even say anything he read his next card, “If you could describe our sex
life in 3 words, what would they be?” I was surprised at how well he held it
together as he asked. I knew that he
wanted to explode with laughter by the playfulness in his eyes.
I bit my
lip to suppress my grin, “Amazing, loving, and…” I tapped my chin, “adventurous.”
I absent mindedly played with a piece of hair that was brushing against my
adventurous!” he wigged his eyebrows and shoulders at the same time. I immediately hid my face in my hands, embarrassed
yet amused by his response. “Don’t be so
shy!” he leaned forward and gently hit my leg with his cards.
help it!” I argued, pulling out my next card, “What’s your favorite memory of
“Oh I don’t
even have to think about this one!” he clapped his hands together. “My favorite memory is the time we went on
the jet ski and I let you drive it for the first time ever. It was only a minute in and you knocked us
into the water!”
“I was so
excited! Guess the excitement got the
best of me.” I giggled like a school girl.
his head, laughing, “When we came up we realized that you flooded the engine
somehow so we had to swim it back to shore which took like a half hour.”
got to the dock and you refused to help me out until I admitted that it was all
my fault. So when you finally helped me
out I pushed you back in.”
told me it was out of love. And I just
knew, that I couldn’t let you go that day.
I’ve never felt the way you made me feel.” He laughed, throwing his head
back. “God, no one could love the way we
loved. No one knew how to love like us.”
have an epic love.” I admitted, wishing I could relive all the moments we
question. What was your first impression
of me?” he raised an eyebrow.
“That you were a goon. A cute goon, but
a goon none the less.”
every bit of this!” he held his hands out as if to say, ‘look at me’.
I shook my
head, heat rising to my cheeks. “Let’s
move on. Are you in a relationship now?”
my chest tightened. I wasn’t sure I
wanted to hear his answer, but the question had already been asked and there
was no taking it back.
answered. Short, sweet, and to the
point. “Are you?” he retorted.
your question to ask, it’s mine.” I raised my brows at him.
are.” He deadpanned.
“No. I haven’t talked to any other guy since
you. But it was my question to ask, so…”
I made a childish face, placing the card at the back of the stack.
chuckled, “Always have to be sarcastic don’t you?” I shrugged in response, “I miss your sarcasm.” We both got silent. He immediately looked down at his next card, “What
was your favorite thing about me?
smile.” I responded. “Your smile when
you were excited, your smile when you were happy, your smile when I told a
horrible joke, when we rode rollercoasters, when we were at comedy movies. The way you smiled for me when I was sad and
when I needed courage. You’re smile whenever
we were together. I love your smile.”
grinned from ear to ear. He kept moving
his head back and forth to make sure that I saw each angle of his infamous
smile. Of course I laughed because
almost everything he does makes me feel an unexplainable joy that was unique to
the reason I smiled.” Of course he had to pull on my heart strings a little
more. I was already feeling numerous
different emotions and his actions and comments were only making those feelings
the reason I smiled.” I answered truthfully.
Again we shared a moment of silence before moving on. “What is the one thing you regret about our
relationship or regret not doing during it?” I asked. Why did these questions have to go so deep?
turned to the side, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He kept looking at me out of the corner of
his eye, but he couldn’t get himself to turn to me. I let him take his time; I didn’t want to
rush him. “I regret not telling you I
loved you more. You deserved more ‘I
love yous’. I wish I would have told you
how much I love you every second of every day.”
finally started to well up in my eyes as he finally looked at me. The Kleenex that had been sitting on my lap
was now in my hands, ready to soak up any tears when they finally fell. He had seen me cry enough already during the
breakup, I didn’t want him to see me cry again.
myself up from the chair, setting the cards down on the seat. My feet carried me out of the view of the
camera and off set. Ethan didn’t follow
me, he remained in his seat, his head turned back to the side again, only this
time his eyes were focused on the floor.
I could feel my heartrate picking up and my breathing going deeper than
it had in the past 6 months. My hands
were covering my face as I took the time to collect myself. It was a solid 3 minutes before I built up
the courage to return to my seat.
making you wait.” I mumbled as I returned to my position.
shrugged, “It’s okay, you needed a break.
I didn’t mind. I’ll always wait
I tried to
ignore his comment because there was only so much more I could take before I
had a full on meltdown. “It’s your turn.”
I gestured towards the final card in his hand.
He whispered. “Okay, my last question is…
Why did we break up?” his voice trailed off at the end. “I don’t even know the answer to this
question; you broke up with me and never told me why.” The curiosity in his
voice was almost over shadowed by the pain.
broke up there were so many things going on in my mind and when I made the
decision I just left him with only a few words spoken and a thousand tears shed. He deserved more than that but I was too much
of a coward to tell him the reason.
“I… I broke
up with you because… I just…” I stuttered through my words. I never thought the day would come where we
would be sitting face to face with nowhere to run, and I would be forced to
answer this question. “I broke up with you
because I wasn’t okay. I was filled with
a sadness that couldn’t be lifted. It
weighed heavy on my heart. There were
things that were going on in my life that I didn’t share with you because I
know how easily worried you get. I was
just so sad.”
have helped you. Why didn’t you tell me? We could have worked through it together!”
his voiced raised a bit but not too much.
took a deep breath. “Ethan, you were the
only thing that could make me happy, but when you were gone my world got darker. Do you know how scary that is? How scary it is to know that you are
depending on one person to bring happiness into your life?”
would have told me…”
I cut him
off, “If I would have told you that would have put pressure on you. Pressure that you didn’t deserve. I needed to learn to be okay on my own. I can’t depend on someone all my life. It was up to me to choose the path, it was up
to me to choose recovery, and it was up to me to let you continue on your
journey without me holding you back.
There were many times I wanted to call you. I wanted to tell you what was going on. I wanted to ask you to rescue me. But I had to be my own hero.”
He ran his
hand through his hair, a frazzled sigh leaving his mouth. “What happened?” he whispered.
“I was depressed. At first I thought that there must have been
something to trigger it, but there wasn’t.
Sometimes people just get sad and there’s no explanation. I started to pick apart everything in my
life. I wasn’t happy with the way I
looked. I was constantly searching for
flaws on myself; it was almost an addiction for me. I hated my job. I chose to do what my parents wanted me to
do. I’m an accountant! I fucking hate numbers! I wanted to be a writer, I wanted to tell the
stories built up in my imagination! I
wanted to tell our story! And… I thought
I wasn’t good enough for you.” Once I finished I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes so that I could just
breathe. The silence allowed me to hear
my own heartbeat, my pulse pounding in my head.
I could hear Ethan’s breathing.
It was a sweet rhythm that brought me peace faster than anyone else
always enough for me.” I felt his hand take mine in his. “You are always going to be enough for me.”
“But in my
head I wasn’t even enough for myself.” I made eye contact with him. “And I deserve to be enough for myself.” I turned his hands over and traced the lines
imprinted in them.
“How do you
feel now?” he asked, his eyes watching my fingers dance against his skin.
I smiled, “These
past 6 months I’ve been working on myself.
A big part of it goes into my writing.
I’m almost done with the first draft.
I’m happier now. It’s a work in
progress, but there have been many successes.”
that you’re feeling better and I’m happy you’re writing again.” He encouraged
me, “I hope you continue to do so.”
finished it quite yet…” I lifted my fingers from his hand, leaning back against
the chair. He leaned back as well,
looking hurt that I pulled away. “There’s
one more question by the way.”
“Hit me.” He
said, tapping his hands against his legs.
Do you still love me?” my hands tightened around the card. “You don’t have to answer that.”
He held up
his hand, “I will always love you. You
were my world.”
were my world.”
there, eyes connected, voices off. The
workers dimmed the lights around us, leaving us in a peaceful darkness. The cameras were turned off, all of the room
was silent. I stood up and Ethan
mirrored my actions, our eyes still trained on each other’s. He stepped forward, his hand sliding up my
neck, delicately pulling me closer to him.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine. I could hear the shuffling of feet carrying the
camera men away, leaving us two alone.
missed you.” He whispered. I could feel
his warm breath against my lips.
you.” My fingers lifted and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
come home.” I could feel his thumb moving in circles against my skin.
whispered, lifting my head a bit.
you. I’d always wait for you.” He kissed
me softly, whole heartedly, and gently.
And although I never quit loving him, I somehow managed to fall even
more in love.
Request: Hii! Could you maybe do one with Jughead where he thinks he’s not good enough for the reader so he starts distancing himself from them and they confront him and then just fluff please? Thnxxx love your writing 💕
Why thank you little cinnamon roll! Hope I did your request justice :)
Jughead Jones x Reader
OH AND ALSO, I have nothing against Reggie. Personally I think there should be more imagines and stuff for him. CHUCK on the other hand, I hate with a fiery passion. He can spontaneously combust for all I care.
“How long have you two been dating now?” Veronica queried, as you walked down Riverdale High’s empty corridors with her by your side. She was of course, referring to the ‘Sad Breakfast Clubs’ power couple, you and Jughead Jones.
A light blush creeped onto your cheeks as you responded. “A few months now,” You tried to play it off casually, acting like you didn’t know it had been exactly 3 months and 17 days since he’d mustered the courage to ask you out on a date to Pop’s. Everything had escalated from there and you’d never felt happier. He was your best friend and the one you loved, and in your eyes, there was nothing better than falling in love with your best friend.