#restoring his leather jacket and jeans to true black makes me happy

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ugh... this sceeeeeeene 🥰 STRANGER THINGS | 4.01

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Happiness restored || Toni Topaz

mxriahblossom said to sierra9595:Can you do a Toni topaz x reader where you guys meet when the serpents transfer to the north side

Here you go! I hope you guys like it! Don’t forget my first language isn’t English. I’d like to get some positive feedback, let me know what you think about my imagines! 

The situation in Riverdale lately was so messed up. Mayor McCoy closed Southside High, she thought it was too dangerous and messed up. She didn’t really think about what to do with the kids who went to that school. So they all had to come to the Northside high school. And not everyone was pleased with that idea, most people being scared of the Serpents and the Ghoulies. Even though they were behaving. Kind off.

‘‘You know, I think it was a good idea.’‘ I looked at Kevin and rolled my eyes. ‘‘The only reason you think it was a good idea is because you can see your boyfriend more often.’‘ It was true and he knew it. ‘‘She’s right.’‘ Betty agreed with me. My friends knew some Serpents, I didn’t. Well, I only knew about Jughead. But that’s about it. I’ve never met Kevin’s boyfriend, since I just moved here about a month ago. ‘‘You can agree but your boyfriend is coming back as well.’‘ Veronica stated, pointing out Jughead transferring back. ‘‘Is it even gonna fit? So many people in one school.’‘ I drifted off, zoning out. I had that a lot lately.

I haven’t been the happiest. I moved here from Greendale about a month ago, but it didn’t really make me any happier. I had no idea why, but I was just so unhappy. Never wanting to go out, the only thing I really wanted was to lay in bed all day and not do anything. So that’s what I always did after school. ‘’Hello, earth to (Y/N).’’ I looked at my friends with a shocked look on my face. ‘’What?’’ Veronica chuckled. ‘’We asked what class you have next.’’ Kevin said, like it was the mot obvious thing in the world. ‘’Oh, I think history.’’ Betty kept looking at me with a concerned face. Like she knew something. ‘’What?’’ After she heard my voice again, she shrugged her shoulders and dropped her concerned look. ‘’Nothing.’’

‘‘So, I’m gonna go to Jughead, I think he’s at the Blue and gold right now. You wanna come?’‘ Betty asked me. I looked around, but it was really directed to me. I’ve never been involved in the school paper, so I was a little surprised she asked me to join. ‘‘Ehh,’‘ I started, nog really knowing what to say. Why would she ask me? ‘‘Oh come on, I can see that you’re not okay. Not at all. You need some distraction from what’s going on in your head.’‘ That girl could really see through everyone’s barrior. A deep sigh left my mouth as I stood up from my chair. ‘‘Fine.’‘ Betty smiled to herself, glad that she won. That she’d been able to convince me. ‘‘So what’s going on? You seem off.’‘ The blonde haired girl asked me, as soon as we left our other friends behind. ‘‘I-I don’t really know.’‘ It was a stupid answer, but it was a honest answer. I meant it. ‘‘I just don’t feel good, I don’t know why. Just really unhappy.’‘ Betty looked concerned again, she always wanted to help others. ‘‘Are you unhappy because you moved to Riverdale? Because you had to change schools?’’ I thought about it for a second, before I came to a conclusion. ‘’No, I already had it in Greendale. I didn’t show it when I first got here. I wanted to make some new friends, you know. I really needed some new friends.’’ Our conversation ended here, we got to the Blue and gold and I didn’t want Betty’s boyfriend to know. I didn’t want anyone t know, not even Betty. But that girl is too smart.

Betty opened the door and walked in. ‘’Juggy!’’ She walked over to a raven haired boy with a grey beanie on his head. She pecked him on the lips and smiled at him. ‘’I want you to meet someone.’’ She stated, the smile not ever leaving her lips. ‘’This is (Y/N), she moved here from Greendale.’’ She opened her arms to point me out. I’m not even sure if he had seen that I walked in after Betty. ‘’It’s nice to meet you.’’ I shook his hand and smiled at him politely. ‘’It’s nice to meet you too, my name is Jughead.’’ I nodded and smiled. I already knew his name, he’s the only thing Betty talks about all the time. ‘’Where’s Toni?’’ Betty asked. I just walked arount the room. It didn’t typically looked like a room where a school paper would come to life, but it looked nice anyways. ‘’She can be here any second. I saw her minutes ago with Fangs and Sweet pea.’’ I didn’t really listen to their conversation, just looked out the window and zoned out again. 

That has been al I’ve been doing lately. Zoning out, not listening to anyone. It wasn’t to be rude, I just couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t focus. When I looked at Betty and Jughead, I wish I had someone like them. I wished I had someone like they had each other. Supporting each other through thick and thin. While I had only myself. My father left when I was very young and my mom was working two jobs to keep our heads above the water. She was a good person and I had so much respect for her, but I just missed someone to talk to. I could talk to her, but she’s never home. I didn’t complain though, I knew why she was gone all the time. 

‘‘(Y/N)?’‘ I zoned back in immediately after hearing my name. ‘‘Yes? Sorry, what did you say?’‘ I looked into Betty’s big and pretty eyes. ‘‘We want you to meet someone.’‘ Next to Betty and Jughead was a girl standing. She looked tiny and fragile. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her long pinkish hair hung losely until her waist. Her caramel eyes looked at my face, and I looked at hers. Her pretty nose, her plump, kissable lips, her big eyes, I could drown in those. So big, so many different brown shades. She smiled at me, a small but genuine smile. ‘‘Hi,’‘ She said, not able to say anyhing else. ‘‘H-Hi.’‘ I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. I always did that when I got nervous. She wore a black leather jacket, like Jughead. So I assumed she must be one of the Serpents. She had black combat boots covering her feet, a black ripped skinny jeans. Underneath her jacket she wore a striped t-shirt. She was the most beautiful humanbeing I had ever seen in my life. A deep sigh left my lips, sticking my hand out to her. ‘‘My name’s (Y/N).’‘ A little smile on my face. She took my hand in hers. ‘‘Toni.’‘ Was all she said, still looking at me. Still holding hands.  

Jughead looked at the two girls in confusion, while Betty looked at them with a smile on her face. ‘’What’s going on?’’ He whispered in his girfriends ear. ‘’Isn’t it obvious?’’ She whispered back, still looking at the girls. ‘’No, should it be?’’ Betty looked at Jughead and shook her head with an even bigger smile on her face. ‘’Come on, you’re a smart person!’’ She tried to whisper, not wanting to break the girls’ moment. ‘’They are into each other!’’ Jughead looked at the two girls with furrowed brows. He had never seen Toni like this. 

After a few minutes I figured I was still holding Toni’s hand. ‘’Sorry.’’ I let go of her quickly. ‘’Don’t be.’’ She said, her voice soft. I looked back at Jughead and Betty. Betty looked at us with a big smile on her face, while Jughead looked at us in confusion. ‘’What?’’ Toni spoke up, also looking at our friends. ‘’No, nothing.’’ Betty looked away quickly. ‘’(Y/N), we should go. We’re late for math.’’ Betty took my hand after she gave Jughead one last kiss. She dragged me out of the room, the smile never leaving her face. 

‘‘What are you laughing about?’‘ I whispered, trying not to distract anyone in our class. I also didn’t want the teacher to hear me. ‘‘You’re so see through. So is she, by the way.’‘ My brows furrowed together. What was she talking about? Appearantely, she saw my confusion. ‘‘You two are so into each other.’‘ It felt liked she punched my breath straight out of my lungs. ‘‘What? No, why would you think that?’‘ Betty started giggling, not buying my answer. ‘‘You stared at each other for like five minutes, holding hands. You seemed happy.’‘ I grunted, was it so obvious? ‘‘If it was that easy to see, she might be avoiding me forever.’‘ Betty didn’t expect this answer, not at all. ‘‘Why would she?’‘ Was her next question. ‘‘Because appearantely everyone could see my reaction when I saw her.’‘ I stated, sighing. ‘‘Why would she avoid you?’‘ I looked at Betty with disbelief on my face. ‘‘She is too good looking for me.’‘ Betty chuckled again. ‘‘She seemed into you as well.’‘ I ignored this comment, not really believing it. I looked like a mess, why would she be into me? My (Y/H/C) was in a quick messy bun, I wore my old Vans, a ripped skinny jeans and a grey hoodie on top. I looked like I got out of bed minutes ago. Not even wearing any make-up.

After my last class ended, I walked towards my locker. My heart started to flutter when I saw pink hair, when I saw who was leaning against my locker. ‘’Hi.’’ She said when she saw me, a smile on her face. ‘’Hi.’’ I smiled back, a little holding back. ‘’Is your locker next to mine?’’ I asked her, while she stepped away to let me get my books. ‘’No, my locker is next to the history class.’’ I froze for a minute, looking at her in confusion. ‘’That’s at the other side of the school?’’ She nodded, she seemed to blush. ‘’So what are you doing all the way over here? Jughead’s locker is over there as well. I believe everyone of our friends has their locker over there.’’ I put my books back into my locker, getting my leather jacket out. I was ready to leave, ready to go lay in my bed again. ‘’Not the prettiest one.’’ She stated. I slammed my locker shut and looked at her. ‘’What?’’ She smiled at me. I put on my jacket and started walking towards the exit, Toni next to me. ‘’You’re very pretty.’’ Was her next answer. ‘’I look like shit today.’’ I fired back, not being used to compliments. ‘’I think you look beautiful.’’ She shot back really fast. 

We stopped walking, my car was on the right side of the parking lot, her bike and her friends on the left. I could see her friends, Fangs and Sweet pea looking over at us. ‘’Really?’’ I asked her, not really believing a word she’d just said. ‘’Really.’’ She took my hand again, looking at the bracelet I was wearing. ‘’Normally I don’t say things like that to strangers.’’ She said, not looking at me. ‘’What changed?’’ I asked, also looking at my bracelet. Or more, looking at her hand holding mine. ‘’I really you, I think you look very good. And any friend of the girl next door is a good person.’’ She joked, I chuckled softly. ‘’Are you free tonight?’’ She asked me, looking at me directly. Which caused me to feel nervous all over again. ‘’I am.’’ My eyes were drawn to hers. They were big, she had long, pretty lashes and I couldn’t really say what eyecolor she had. There were so many shades of brown, chocolate, caramel, gold. So many. ‘’Do you want to go out with me tonight?’’ Her cheeks turning a bright pink shade. ‘’I’d love to.’’ My answer sounded almost like a whisper, but she heard it. She heard it very clear. Her plump lips turned into a smile, I could see her nice white teeth. She looked relieved, glad I said yes. I smiled back. And for the first time since month’s, maybe a year. I felt happy all over again.

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The Word With So Many Meanings

Cool. Such a simple word could mean so many different things. When I think of cool, I think of cool people, cool emoji with glasses, and cool weather. I asked my roommate what she thought when she heard the word cool. Her response was, “Umm… probably cool music like vibing and grooving music such as Childish Gambino.” The fact that neither of us could come up with a good definition for cool is a testament to how versatile this word is. Cool can mean so many different things to everyone. I just want a straight definition. I want the world to be black and white and everything to make sense. But cool is not black and white. Cool is all about perspective and how people view it.

For Cool Rules, “Cool is a permanent state of private rebellion.” This is an interesting way to look at cool. Cool is always going to be around. For people in the 90s cool was Levi jeans and smoking cigarettes. Now, you are cool if you juul and go to all the parties, even though you are being basic like Chad the frat boy. Cool Rules says that, “each succeeding generation feels that ‘real’ Cool is something pure and existential known only to them.” This makes me wonder what cool will be when I have children. Cool is ever changing for each person. For me, cool is being able to work at the athletic department. In contrast, cool for my roommate is music from the 80s and being able to play her guitar. Cool to my mom was the show Happy Days where Fonzie would ride around on his motorcycle with his leather jacket. That is just how the word is. It means something different to each person. However, cool is also rebellion. Rebelling against authority has always been a trend. In order to be cool, you have to show that you are willing to go the extra mile and rebel. I guess to be rebellious can mean a lot of things. For example, at my catholic high school, many students wore gay pride pins to show support and unity after a religion teacher said being gay was a sin. This simple act of rebellion proved to make a cool impact on the school. Many others tried to follow them in order to be “cool”. Being cool in this instance was being able to stand up for what you believe in. I think that is pretty cool. If you are able to stand up for your beliefs and not care about the consequences, that is cool.

The Aesthetic of of the Cool believes that, “Cool, composed, collected, unruffled, nonchalant, imperturbable, detached [are] adjectives [which] apply to persons to indicate calmness, especially in times of stress.” This means you can face your fears and excitement with a poker face. Cool people have that balance in all aspects of their lives which is very hard to get. Currently I would not be considered cool because I am scrambling to get all my work done after being busy with work, school, sorority and trying to manage some kind of social life. Senses are also a big thing for cool people. In Onitsha Igbo culture, senior women could help heal someone who has become fiery due to a mistake they made and “restore their coolness”. Coolness can transferred to others in order to achieve serenity. This reminds me of Buddhism where people meditate to have serenity and achieve peace. All of this goes back to Nietzsche’s ideals of piece of mind by following religion. Even in these cultures, religion was a central part of their belief in coolness. Religion is usually at the center of many people’s lives. It reminds me of the crisis that was talked about in class and how the crisis revolves around God and whether He’s dead or not. In this case, though, the crisis is whether you are cool enough to achieve the ultimate peace. Coolness and peace are inextricably linked. Cool people are always peaceful and want others to achieve this peace. In order to achieve the peace, one must hold their tongue in an argument, remain calm in times of excitement and fear, and they must have stability in their lives. Honestly, I do not know of anyone who could follow this ideal of cool. Just being able to successful in one of these things is a challenge in itself. Having to hold your tongue while someone is saying something you disagree with is a very difficult thing to do especially when you are stubborn like me. Whenever I think I am right, I will make it known no matter what even if I am wrong. I will argue with someone for hours and hours to prove my point. I also get heated and passionate really quick so it comes off that I am mad in the middle of the debate. I am a very bubbly person, so to remain calm 24/7 would be the hardest one for me to achieve. Finally, as a college student involved in many things I will never be able to achieve stability because I am constantly doing something whether it is writing on a Tumblr page, doing mindless homework tasks, or going to work in the athletic department. No matter what I am always busy. Someday I hope to achieve this serenity, but for now I will still to constantly every changing life and accept the fact I am not cool, at least not yet.

The final definition of cool is the one by Du Bois where cool meant being free. His dream was to be American and black without any issues, “He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American, without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows, without having the doors of Opportunity closed roughly in his face.” I could truly never fathom this idea of cool. I have never experienced the hardship of not having any freedoms. The only thing that the African Americans wanted to be treated as true Americans with the same respect and dignity that anyone would show a white man. Du Bois believed that he was an American because his writings and life reflected the life of a true American. However, he felt like he was not being treated like an American. Being cool would mean that the African Americans would finally be treated equally and with the respect that they so strongly deserve. This definition of cool to me in the most difficult to grasp. I do not know why it was so hard for everyone to treat people with equality. I grew up in a household where my parents taught me that everyone should be treated equally. I cannot ever imagine treating someone differently because of the color of their skin. Cool is being free, free to be whoever you want to be with nobody judging you. Cool is accepting reality and being in your own realm. You do things for yourself and do what makes you happy, even if it means people looking down on you. This goes back to my idea about being weird but not too weird. Be yourself but still stay inside the box. If I wore my pink, onesie to class people would definitely talk about how weird I was acting. But what if I want to embrace my weirdness, then people should be able to embrace my weirdness. This makes me wonder if society wants to to truly be unique or seem unique. I feel like people are afraid to be their true selves sometimes because they do not have to face what other might say about them. But in order to be cool you must embrace your weirdness.

Well I think I have exhausted all my ideas on one simple word. Who knew that cool could be so many things to different people. Putting things into perspective really helps the idea of cool. Cool is all about perspective and what it means to me. Cool ranged from being collected, to rebellious, to being free. All of things reflect how cool has shaped our culture today and how it will continue to shape our future. In 20 years, what will cool mean to me?