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phil-of-the-phuture  asked:

I'm not the fashion ghost anon but ever since we moved into our last house and right up till we moved out the whole 3 years I would find random clothes in my closet that I hadn't bought and no one had gifted me and no one in my family had seen these clothes before but 99% of the time they were he perfect size (I'm wearing one shirt now) and I would remember bc some of them were very nice and I make it a point of pride that I don't spend more than $10 on a single item of clothing

this is the opposite of a problem and i wish it would happen to me ):

BTS reaction to your disappointment @ your grades

Anonymous said: BTS reaction to you working hard to keep up your grades but when you received your report card it turns out your grades dropped and you feel really sad about it

Here it is! (I’m not completely satisfied with this one, but here it is anyways)

I’m sorry if each reaction is too similar, that’s just how it came out cx


Rap Monster (Namjoon):

Originally posted by namseok

You stare down at the letters on the page - having waited until you returned home - your heart sinking to your stomach, and you slump down in your seat. Again. Even after all the work you put in, the endless nights of sheets and books scattered everywhere, the blood, sweat and tears you put into your studies, your grades still drop. Your mood drops completely, all sense of hope disappears and you’re left slumped in the chair, your head in your hands.

Namjoon quietly lets himself into your apartment, calling out for you, a hopeful smile on his face, dimples and all. His heart cracks a little when he sees you sobbing on the couch - your body shaking with tears - and he drops his bags at the door, rushing forward, accidentally hitting the table in the way. 

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” He asks softly, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

You look up, attempting to force a smile, and yet your vision is still blurred through the tears. You sigh, finally stating, “My grades dropped, again.” 

He puts his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, as he says, “It’s okay, there’s always next time, I could help tutor you if you wanted? All you need is a little help jagiya, you’re smart, you can do this.” 

You nod, pulling on your sleeve and wiping your tears away, leaning into his embrace. 

“That would be great, Joonie, thank you so much.”


Jin (Seokjin):

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

“Jagiya? Why are you crying?” Jin walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and you quickly wipe away your tears, your eyes darting around.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s fine,” you quickly say, sighing as you brushed your hair back, attempting a smile. Jin stares at you carefully, and he shakes his head, refusing to let you or the matter go.

“Jagiya, you can trust me, what’s wrong?” He finally asks, after allowing you to sob into his shoulder for a few minutes, his arms wrapped protectively around you as he rubs your back reassuringly.

“My grades have gone down yet ago, even though I worked so hard to bring them up, I don’t get it, what did I do wrong…” you rambled, still nuzzled in his shoulder and Jin frowned, saddened by your frustration and sadness, and he plants a soft kiss on your cheek, mumbling sweet words into your ear to help calm you down.

“It’s okay jagiya, next time you’ll do better, I know you will, please don’t be too disappointed,” he reassures you, his arms gently reaching under your legs to pick you up bridle-style and settle down on the couch with you, placing kisses all over your face, causing you to finally giggle, your tears drying up.

“That’s much better, I’m glad to see you smiling again (Y/N),” Jin grins, and you lean back against him, this time your turn to kiss him, smiling.


Suga (Yoongi):

Originally posted by kuromel

Yoongi pops his head through the doorway, watching as you frown, your eyes scanning over a sheet of paper, your head dropping into your hands as you sigh, tossing the paper across the table as you curl up on the couch. His lips curl downwards into a frown, and he wanders in, silently sitting next to you, his arm wrapping around you.

You simply lean into his embrace, and he shifts position to allow you to completely lean into his chest, your arms snaking around his waist. The two of you lay in this position in a while without words, your actions speaking louder than any words could, and you feel your mood lift slightly knowing that Yoongi would always be there for you whenever you needed comfort.

“School getting you down again?” Yoongi finally inquired, breaking the silence between the two of you, and you nod against his chest, still curled up against him. Yoongi resists the urge to cover your face in kisses at your adorableness, and instead opts to press his lips against your forehead, withdrawing after a few seconds.

“Don’t worry too much about it (Y/N), don’t let school get you so down, it’s not everything, yeah?” He reassures you, and you smile up at him, turning his heart to mush.


J-Hope (Hoseok):

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

(A/N: His grin is the most adorable thing I’ve seen in a while, omg <3)

Hoseok pouts as he notices you sitting in your room, slumped over your desk once again, hitting your head on the surface repeatedly, surrounded by sheets of paper. You exhale in frustration, tugging on your hair before leaning your head on the desk once again.

“(Y/N), don’t hit your head like that, you’ll hurt yourself,” he rushes over to you, crouching by you and gently touching your forehead in concern. He gazes at you, eyes holding the utmost concern, and you feel your heart melt.

“I’m sorry Hobi, it’s just uni has been stressing me out again, and my grades are going down again… I can’t do this…” You push your dishevelled hair out of your face, and he pouts again, standing up straight and outstretching his arms.

Taking one last glance at your work, you get up and engulf yourself in Hoseok’s arms, his familiar scent calming you down immediately, and you bury your face into his neck. Hobi can’t help but grin at you clinging to him, and he gently pries your arms away, only to grab his bag. He gestures to you to grab your stuff, saying, “Let’s go out somewhere nice jagi, you deserve it.”

He grins again, and you can’t help but go along with him, the initial disappointment and frustration disappearing, and replaced with a warm feeling.


Jimin:

Originally posted by bwipsul

(A/N: I might’ve died writing this part, this boy wrecks me, I wish this would happen to me cx)

“Jimin… are you planning to let go of me any time soon?” You ask, shaking your head at Jimin who was currently clinging onto your waist in a koala-like way, his face buried in your shoulder.

“No, not until you promise me you won’t stay disappointed about your grades,” he replies cutely, his voice muffled as he trails kisses along your neck, and you weaken under his touch, your mouth opening, inaudible sounds escaping.

“Jiminie,” you whined, and yet you knew he was right, there was no point to beating yourself up over your grades, you could only keep working hard and hope for the best.

“Promise me,” Jimin mumbles against your neck, the vibrations sending a shiver of pleasure through your body, and he smirks, satisfied by your reaction.

“Okay, okay, I promise I’ll stop worrying about it, but stop before I end up…” you cut yourself off, and Jimin giggles, fully aware of where your thoughts were going.

He finally lifts his lips off your neck, his arms loosening up on your waist, and you can’t help but smile, your fingers brushing over your neck.


V (Taehyung):

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

(A/N: When you have two biases and writing both their parts just wrecks your heart completely… *sigh* cx)

“Yah, jagi, you’re making me sad too,” Taehyung says, sitting across from you as your eyes scan over your grades for the nth time, a mix of sadness and disappointment in your eyes, and you finally look up, Taehyung frowning in concern.

He scrunches his face up in an exaggerated crying face in an attempt to cheer you up, an array of silly faces flashing across his face, and you can’t help but let out a giggle, your fist pressed to your mouth in an attempt to suppress it. While this sends a flash of happiness through you, a glance back at the discarded report card has the disappointment and frustration flooding back and you sigh.

Taehyung pouts, determined to cheer you up, and an idea creeps into his mind, his lips curling up into a mischievous smirk, as he gets up to sit by you on the other couch.

“What are you-” You’re cut off by Taehyung’s hands suddenly flying to your sides, and your stomach, and you shriek out in laughter from the sensation, falling back onto the couch. Taehyung relentlessly tickles you, until you throw your arms up in defeat, promising him that you’d try not to worry too much, and he grins his box smile in triumph.


Jungkook:

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

You pace around the apartment, muttering to yourself, your arms occasionally flying up in frustration, and Jungkook peers up from his phone in curiosity, furrowing his eyebrows cutely as he wonders what has you so frustrated and seemingly stressed.

“(Y/N)? Why are you mumbling to yourself like a crazy person?” He asks, snickering at the thought of it, and you spin around, glaring at him, not finding the situation amusing at all. 

“I’m still not doing great at school, even after all that work I put in, all that studying for nothing and… I can’t.” You slump down onto the couch beside him, and Jungkook turns his head to face you, a look of concern flashing across his eyes.

“If it’s any comfort, I’m not doing too great either, you’re not alone,” he grins his bunny-like smile at him, and you look at him in confusion, your eyebrows now furrowing.

“Why aren’t you stressed then?” You inquire, reaching up to brush his fringe away from his eyes, causing a light pink to flourish on his cheeks, a smile appearing on his face.

“Because,” he starts, “I figured all I need is some help, we should study together (Y/N), that could help?” 

You think it over, your stress levels finally beginning to decrease, and you finally break out into a smile, at the thought that this might finally help your grades. 

anonymous asked:

McCree comforting a S/O who's just had a horrible day? Maybe some fluff in there too

((A/N - this is just something I wish could actually happen don’t judge me))

“Hey, darlin’. You in?”

You heard the faint jingling of Jesse’s spurs as he crossed over the threshold of your shared apartment on the watchpoint. You had decided to hide away in the bedroom under countless blankets, hoping they pose would as a barrier to the outside world. You buried your head into your damp pillow, knees brought up to your chest and arms wrapped around your shins.

“Doll?” He tapped on the bedroom door.

You couldn’t answer. It had been one of those days today. Everything little thing had seemed to be going wrong and had been pointed in your direction. You’d barely made it through the day with no less than three scoldings from your superiors. By the time the end of the day had come around, you couldn’t take anymore and had to rush back to yours and Jesse’s room to let it out. The pillow was no doubt full of tears, your eyes bloodshot and aching from how much you had been crying. You didn’t want to call out because of how hoarse your throat felt.

You heard a squeak of the door opening and shut your eyes. You knew if Jesse asked you about today then a fresh batch of waterworks would start rolling, and decided it would be better to feign sleep. Heavy footsteps made their way over to your side of the bed.

“Oh, sweetpea. I know you’re not sleepin’.”

Your brows furrowed at being caught out so early on and you slowly opened your eyes. You connected with Jesse who was still in his Blackwatch uniform, crouched by the head of the bed to meet you at eye level.

“Gabe told me ‘bout you just now. That, er, to put it kindly, ’has had a very shit day’.” He tilted his head as to prompt confirmation from you.

You nodded your head, feeling your bottom lip starting to quiver slightly. Jesse brought his hand up to brush strands of your hair behind your ear. He leant forwards and tenderly placed a kiss on your forehead.

“C'mon, I’ll get you some comfy clothes t'wear and we can make dinner and watch a movie. How does that sound?”

You nodded again and reached your hand out under the avalanche of blankets to meet his own. He brought the back of your hand to his lips before placing it back onto the bed. The cowboy stood up and made his way over to the drawers, taking out a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt of his. Coming back over to you, he gently pulled the covers off and began to help you undress out of your work clothes. You mainly let him do all the work, lifting your hips when he needed you to; you were just exhausted from the days events and honestly could not be bothered.

“There we go.” Jesse stood back and smiled at you. You had to admit you did feel a lot more relaxed dressed in his clothes.

“You okay t'come through to the other room?”

You reached towards him and made grabby hands which made him chuckle. He stepped forward to place one hand under your knees and one under your arm and around your back. You clung onto his neck as he picked you up with ease, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He hadn’t changed out of his armour yet, and he still smelt like cigars, sweat and a hint of whiskey. You loved it.

“I’m thinkin’ pancakes for dinner?”

You hummed in agreement. He turned and carried you through the bedroom door into the living room to place you on the sofa. You heard his shoes tapping over to the little kitchen area you had, him rustling around as he was looking for ingredients.

Your eyes stared blankly at the white ceiling above you all the while Jesse was cooking, trying to focus on what he was doing to distract you.

Soon enough he came over with two plates stacked with traditional American pancakes with your favourite toppings. You manged to sit up to let Jesse sit down, your back against the armrest of the sofa and your legs now placed over his lap. He fiddled around the remote control for the television, looking at what movies were currently showing. You honestly didn’t mind what was put on, as long as it was distracting and something you didn’t hate too much it was fine.

Jesse ended up choosing an old western movie, because of course he did, and you both started to tuck into your pancakes. Your cowboy really knew how to cook because they were absolutely delicious.

Putting both of your empty plates aside, you snuggled up to Jesse’s chest with a comforting arm pulling you in. You let out a deep sigh.

‘You feelin’ any better?“
“A bit, thank you.”

Jesse gasped dramatically.
“You speak!”

You smiled and playfully hit him on the stomach, retreating when it came into contact with his breastplate.

“And that’s why I wear it. It’s protection from you.” He joked.

“Thanks, Jesse.”
“Anytime, darlin’.”

You tilted your head up to nuzzle his beard before he looked down and pecked you on the lips. You sighed contently, facing back to watch the movie.

Jesse’s hand came up and gently scratched your head, massaging your scalp. Your eyes drifted closed, the movie now forgotten. Fully relaxing into your boyfriend’s side, sweet dreams of Jesse, cigars and whiskey filled your mind, happy to get a peaceful night of sleep.

Princes and kisses
  • *watching beauty and the beast, transformation scene plays*
  • Erik: well, that's not fair.
  • Christine: what do you mean?
  • Erik: he gets told he's loved, and kissed and transforms into this handsome man.
  • Christine: well yes, that's the whole point of the story.
  • Erik: I know. I just wish... oh never mind I'm being silly.
  • Christine: no, go on. What's upset you?
  • Erik: I... I just wish that happened to me when you kissed me. Then I could be handsome for you and not some ugly leper.
  • Christine: but I don't want a handsome prince.
  • Erik: really?
  • Christine: yes. I'm perfectly happy with the man I married. Yes you're not handsome in appearance but you are in so many other ways.
  • Erik: *softly smiling* thank you, my love.
  • Christine: *kisses him on the cheek and snuggles into his side* no problem, my wonderful prince.

Imagine Keith telling a straight Shiro he was gay. Shiro jokingly asks if Keith has a crush on him and is shocked when Keith hesitatingly admits that he does.

A couple of days later, after much contemplation on Shiro’s part… He decided to give Keith a chance. He was Shiro’s closest friend and he liked Keith a lot so maybe Shiro could learn to love him..?

Imagine Keith savoring every moment with Shiro, thinking that one day Shiro would leave him when he finally realizes that this was just a phase.

Imagine Shiro doing his best to make Keith believe otherwise because Shiro had learned to truly love Keith regardless of his gender.

What I wish would happen

Me: I’m asexual!
* hundreds of asexuals in the general vacinity turn their heads and rush to me squawking “MINE MINE MINE” like the birds off finding nemo and all pull on my limbs trying to make me their friends

Reality

Me: I’m asexual.
Dude: so, you like, fuck yourself…?

joshibyjoshi  asked:

I love gaming so my question is.... How would the vets react if they tried to play FNAF?

Mikasa: Isn’t really impressed, doesn’t get the game, boring
Reiner: “Haha how bad can tha- OMG!”
Bertholdt: “No, no, bye”
Annie: “I’m really not in for this bs, guys”
Eren: “SO COOL!” Rage quits after four tries
Jean: “How is this supposed to be sc-oh…”
Marco: “The poor animatronics” D:
Sasha: “What is this freaky shit?! I love it!”
Connie: Only plays it with others
Historia: Not the best she ever played, but it’s fine..
Armin: Hooked on beating the game, even though he’s scared AF!
Ymir: “Lol Omg”
Levi: “This game looks disgusting.”
Hanji: “SO COOL! I WISH THAT WOULD HAPPEN TO ME IRL!”
Erwin: Looks interesting but he doesn’t quite get it
Nanaba: Prefers not to
Mike: LOVES IT! 
Moblit: :/

Accidentally

Characters: Peter x reader feat. Aunt May

Word Count: 557

Warnings: None(of course, it’s Peter)

Author Note: I was going to write a complete imagine with this, but I didn’t feel like it and just made this drabble. Enjoy!

Originally posted by koenigreus

“You have great taste in takeout, May,” you gush, chewing the larb salad around in your mouth.

Peter’s aunt smiles, letting out a small chuckle. “You have Peter to thank for that,” she says, winking at her nephew who blushes and ducks his head. “It’s his favorite.”

You take this moment to peek a glance at your friend, who seems to have become the old Peter, the shy boy that you’d met a few months ago. After awhile, you’d become close friends and he became more comfortable around you, but this behavior is throwing you off.

“I know,” you grin, waiting for him to meet your eyes. “He never stops talking about larb.” Taking another bite, you add teasingly, “it gets annoying, really.”

His cheeks turn a brighter shade of pink, if it’s even possible.

May turns to you and asks, “So what do you like to do in your free time, Y/N? I feel like I know nothing about you because you, Peter, and Ned spend so much time together.” Her lips pull downwards in a playful pout. “Without little old May.”

You smile, “I’d hang out with you any day, May,” and your smile grows as you see both Peter and his aunt respond positively. Finally, you think to yourself, Peter’s acting somewhat normal. “But to answer your question,” you continue, “I like reading a lot.”

“A lot?” Peter scoffs, “the only time you aren’t reading is when you’re sleeping.” He lets out a small smile as he sees you laugh.

“You may be right, Parker, but I’ve got no shame admitting it.”

Aunt May looks like she’s about to say something else when Peter’s phone goes off, and nearly a second after glancing down at it, he’s out of his seat, racing to his room to grab something out of his bedroom.

“Peter? What’s wrong?” May asks, calling out to the rushing about teenager.

“Uh, it’s school, May, I’ve got to go help Ned with his…spanish project,” he stumbles on his words, grabbing his backpack, disappearing into his room, and then reappearing with it slung over his shoulder. “I’ll be back soon, I think,” he says, and takes one last forkful of his salad before standing up.

“You’re not seriously going to leave me here with Y/N, are you?” May drawled, fake sarcasm dripping from her voice. You giggle.

But Peter’s eyes are wide, and he quickly leans down to kiss his aunt on the cheek. “See you later, I promise,” he says, and he’s about to run out the door, but then he’s by your side, and his warm lips are on your cheek now.

He pulls back abruptly, and you feel the heat rush to your face, positive that your faces are identical: surprised and embarrassed.

“Um, I’ll s-see you later,” he stutters, and without another word, Peter’s gone.

The silence is unbearable, and you try to calm yourself down, but the feeling of his lips on your cheek is ever-present, and doesn’t seem like it’s going away for awhile.

Aunt May’s chopsticks tap on her plate, and you force yourself to look up at her. “Well,” she chuckles, “I think he larbs you, Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

some time ago when jin was with jimin getting ice cream in japan I was walking out of a store and Jin and I made small eye contact then I smiled, like I thought I was dreaming! But he smiled and looked at the ground and kept walking with jimin. It was crazy I was completely starstruck, I couldn't even move and felt like crying. I seriously wish I could've taken pictures because I feel like no one will believe me...

Added:  Hi I’m the girl that saw Jin and Jimin in Japan! I forgot to mention I was on a family trip and I think it was fate for me to see them even if it was a few seconds, it felt like time stopped for me. I’m even blushing just thinking about it /.\

Aww you’re so lucky! I wish that happened to me :’( 
I do have great respect for you for watching them from a far rather than making them uncomfortable ^^ I bet it was a nice moment for Jin too :)

Wishing Wells [a.a]

Archie x reader in which she is special and he wants her to know.

~~~

(Y/N) (L/N) was a genius. everyone knew it. She just didn’t tend to show it very well. She sat next to Jughead Jones in biology, and they could both safely say that they were best friends with each other, especially after Jughead and Archie grew apart.

(Y/N) sat silently, not listening to the lecture being given on the way RNA turns into DNA…or something like that. She didn’t really care. Hell, she could teach the class and still be able to add extra information to the lecture.

She had her arm on the desk, leaning her head heavily on her right hand as she skillfully twirled her pen around in her left.

“Who can tell me one of the common sequences that can be found in DNA?” the teacher asked as they looked around the room. “How about…(Y/N)?”

Jughead, noticing that the (H/C) girl was not paying attention, quickly nudged the girl, bringing her out of her daydream and accidentally causing her to flinch, making her pen go flying across the room, only stopping due to the fact that it had hit Archie Andrews’s head.

~~~

Archie, sitting with Reggie and some of the other guys on the football team, straightened up when he felt something hard hit his head. He glanced down to see a black, metallic gel pen. He knew that pen. Hell, he had spent lots of time “secretly” admiring its owner.

He looked back at (Y/N) in time to hear her answer the teacher’s question without hesitation. When she looked in his direction, he held up her pen and began wiggled it back and forth in a teasing manner. She blushed at his antics and looked down at her desk, but not before smacking Jughead, who was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face.

~~~

“I believe this belongs to you.”

(Y/N) looked up as she heard a familiar voice speak. She looked up to see Archie Andrews, in all his redheaded glory, standing in front of her with her pen in his hand.

“Yes it does,” (Y/N) replied as she sheepishly took the pen from him. “Sorry about that by the way.”

“No problem,” Archie smiled. “Its not everyday a pretty girl throws her pen at you.”

Feeling particularly confident, Archie threw a wink her way before leaving the classroom, leaving a bright red (Y/N) behind.

~~~

“So…Pop’s?” Jughead asked as he caught up with (Y/N) after school.

“Sorry Jug,” the girl replied. “I wanted to go to the meadow today. Tomorrow?”

Jughead nodded, knowing that (Y/N) only went to the meadow when she needed creative inspiration. “Yeah, of course.”

The meadow was a grassy field along the bank of Sweetwater River near the outskirts of town. It was the site of the historic Riverdale Water Well, which was rumored to grant any wish you made if you threw a quarter into it. Not many people knew about it, and those who did tended to avoid it nowadays because of the whole Jason Blossom issue.

(Y/N) usually went there to write. Whereas Jughead sat at Pop’s and typed away, she liked to sit in the meadow, leaned up against the wishing well, and write away in her leather-bound journal. It was how they had originally met. (Y/N) was sitting in the meadow when she had heard a voice coming her way. It had turned out to be Jughead, who had been cursing his little heart out after he had gotten stuck in some rosebushes. They had begun talking, and a beautiful friendship had emerged.

~~~

(Y/N) let out a sigh as she leaned against the well and took out her journal. Flipping it open to a new page, she began to write about whatever came to mind. After ten minutes of writing, she paused to drink some water and noticed that she had been writing about the little incident in biology.

She felt her face flush at the memory. Archie Andrews, the guy who suddenly became hot over summer. She definitely had feelings for him. She had had feelings for him since they were in sixth grade and he asked her to be his partner for some stupid dance.

She couldn’t believe that she had thrown her pen at him. She had been mortified. I mean, what teenage girl wouldn’t be mortified if they threw their pen at their crush. But he had been so nice about it and that had made her heart melt just a little bit more.

~~~

About an hour had passed when (Y/N) felt someone sit next to her. Not looking up from her journal, she proceeded to address the person.

“Wow Jughead, I didn’t know you were capable of leaving Pop’s to come and find me,” she said, sarcasm very evident in her voice.

The person chuckled and (Y/N) froze as she realized that it wasn’t Jug who was sitting next to her. Quickly slamming her journal shut (where she had been writing a very personal poem) she turned to face the person.

It was Archie Andrews.

“How did you even find this place?” (Y/N) asked the redheaded boy in surprise.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied smoothly. It was only then that (Y/N) realized that Archie was holding a guitar.

“You play?” she asked, slightly in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he replied. He then motioned to her book. “You write?”

The girl nodded.

“No wonder you and Jughead are such great friends,” Archie quipped.

“So, what brings you the great wishing well of Riverdale?” (Y/N) asked, striking up a conversation.

“Woah, was that sarcasm I heard? Do you not believe in the great powers of the wishing well?” Archie’s tone was teasing yet filled with incredulity.

“Well, I can’t say that I’ve ever had something worth wishing for,” the girl replied.

“Well today’s your lucky day,” Archie said while standing up and pulling (Y/N) along with him. When they were both standing, he pressed a quarter into her palm.

“Go on, make a wish and throw it in.”

“I wish I could just throw myself in,” (Y/N) mumbled, feeling completely childish with the ongoing situation.

Archie chuckled but nudged her towards the wishing well. “Just do it.”

(Y/N) grumbled under her breath but did as Archie told her anyways.

‘Well, it can’t hurt to try’ she thought to herself. ‘I wish for something amazing to happen to me.’

She threw the quarter into the well.

~~~

“I still think its stupid,” she grumbled as she stepped away from the well. As she walked backwards, she managed to trip over her journal, which she had left lying on the grass.

She felt her world shift as she lost her balance and braced herself, waiting for her body to hit the ground. That moment never came however, as she felt a pair of hands grab her waist.

“You really have to watch where you’re going,” Archie said as he helped her get her balance. She straightened up, only then realizing how close Archie was standing.

“Yeah, I know I do,” (Y/N) replied. She nervously glanced at his face, and quickly looked away when she met his eyes.

Archie’s heart was beating a thousand miles per second. His eyes flickered down to her lips and he quickly weighed the pros and cons that his next actions would have.

The pros greatly outweighed the cons. ‘Fuck it’ he thought.

“(Y/N). I hope your wish comes true,” Archie whispered. The girl slowly looked up to meet Archie’s eyes, only to shut her eyes as his mouth met hers. The kiss was slow and passionate and just the slightest bit awkward. Archie’s grip on her waist tightened slightly and she immediately reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

They pulled away from each other, breathless. “Well Mister Andrews,” (Y/N) began. “I can definitely tell you that I now believe in the magical powers of the Riverdale’s great wishing well.”

Archie chuckled. “I’m very glad to hear that,” he said, pulling her in for another kiss.

~~~

Broooooo. So I wanted to try my hand at an Archie x reader…not the best. Buttttttt, I feel okay about it so I’ll post it.

Also, I’m pretty sure I activated my asks so if anyone would help me try it out I’d be eternally grateful. Also, does asks work on mobile or just on like laptop? Someone please explain lolol.

Hope y’all enjoy this and hopefully, “Whatever it Takes Pt.3″ will be up by tomorrow and “Time Waster PT.4″ by Wednesday. I’ll try my best :)

~~~

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Special Bond of Creation

A/N: Okay everyone! There are only two more parts after this! I’m so happy so many people are enjoying this. I didn’t set out for this to be a series. But I’m glad it developed into one. I’ve had an awesome time writing it. And thanks to everyone who has sent me messages! You’re all amazing and I love you so much!

Rock-a-bye masterlist

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