Request: can you do an Archie Andrews imagine with “is that my shirt?” and “my clothes look good on you”? Thank you :)
A/N: ah!! My first request I’m so excited!! I hope you all like it – I’m happy with how it turned out. It’s so fluffy and sweet I cried. This could take place at any time so whenever you want to see it fitting in could work. Okay I’m also so confused because every time I post that it hides it from the hashtags? Which is not good? Anyways, thank you and feel free to request in my messages!
Word count: 715
Warnings: oh god its so fluffy thats literally enough though
The soft sound of a shower running filled your ears. You were over at Archie’s house, as you often were, laying on your stomach on his bed, happily highlighting a short story for one of your literature courses. Your legs kicked up and down lightly behind you to the beat of whatever song you were humming. You were so tuned into your work you didn’t even hear the shower turn off and the whispering patter of footsteps from one end of the hall to the other.
Archie stood in the doorway, smiling at the sight of you. Noticing you hadn’t heard him come in, he decided to tease you, taking careful steps toward the bed before belly flopping on top of you.
“Archie!” You squealed, nearly choking on the highlighter cap between your teeth, all air having escaped your lungs at the sudden weight on your back. Spitting the cap to the ground, you struggled under his body to glare at him. He giggled, a deep rumble from his chest culminating in a soft sound that made you smile every time you heard it. “Archie, get off of me!” Between fits of laughter you attempted to roll onto your back from under him, making eye contact with your assailant and narrowing your gaze.
“Hey babe,” Archie smirked, a playful tone still flowering from his words.
You grinned back, a sparkle in your eyes that set off butterflies in Archie’s stomach every time. “Archie, honey, you’re crushing me.”
“More like crushing on you.” He waggled his eyebrows jokingly
“That’s cute.” You rolled your eyes now, pressing your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to move him. “Now get off of me.” He softly rolled beside you, leaning up against you as you rolled back onto your stomach. Moaning happily, he nuzzled his nose behind your ear and kissed the underside of your jaw.
“Is that my shirt?“ He teased. You subconsciously pulled the sleeves of the crewneck sweater over your hands as you blushed and nodded. “My clothes look good on you.”
“Thus, why I wear them.” He pulled away from your ear, looking down to what you were working on. However, after a moment, he was grinning cheekily again.
“You know there’s been a real dent in my closet since we started dating. I’ve considered contacting Jughead and sending him on the case, but I think I’ve found the culprit.” Playing around, you widened your eyes and turned to him.
“Please don’t press charges.”
“Oh, I don’t know…” He cocked his head to one side, unable to hide his smile as he continued. “I’ve been forced to wear the same shirts for weeks. It’s a real struggle. This is the inconvenience you’ve caused.”
“I swear, I’ll wear your jersey to school on game days. Just don’t send me to jail.” He cupped his chin in thought before nodding.
“That seems fair. I don’t really think I could send you away anyways. Don’t want to go a day without you.” You couldn’t bite your smile back anymore either, and shifted your gaze from him back to your work.
Archie’s smile held up as he stared at your profile, your lip caught behind your top teeth as you focused on the words in front of you. As much as he’d love to say he was an independent man’s man, he couldn’t deny the fact that you had him tightly wound around your finger, and it was up to debate whether or not you knew it.
His eyes darted to the sides of hers as he regained focus. “How could I not?”
You swatted your hand, “Oh stop.”
“Can’t help it.” He grinned cheekily, reaching his hand forward and catching your cheek in his palm. You subconsciously leaned into it, beaming intently. “I love you.” You raised your eyebrows, your chin jutting forward slightly as if insuring he meant it. Thumb rubbing velvet circles into your skin, he nodded softly. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Your teeth sparkled behind your cracked lips as a soft giggle tumbled from within. You leaned forward and kissed him, pulling back to utter the words again, and kissing again. You pulled away for a moment more, sucking in thick breaths. Eyes flitted to the soft comforter of his bed, before meeting his with another wide smile. “And your shirts.”
BTS's reaction to you (their crush) borrowing a piece of clothing (i.e. Jungkook's flannel or one of Yoongi's sweaters) because you were cold. (IMAGINE SWEATER PAWS)
Here you go my love:)
*None of these gifs are mine, credit to their owners*
All he wanted to do was eat and the easiest way to get food to him during a hard day of practice was if you brought him something. Willing to do anything for him you slipped out of bed, grabbed the first sweatshirt you could find and headed to his favorite take out place to pick up his usual order. When you arrived outside the closed practice door he’d do a double take, smiling to himself as you stood there texting him you were there in his favorite piece of comfy clothing. He’d open the door and kiss your cheek before letting you step in to the room. He’d catch the back of the sweatshirt to make you stop and when you turned around he’d wrap his arms around your neck. ‘I think I’m going to eat and see if I can go home. You look to sweet in my clothes to not spend the rest of the day with you.’
He’d have just woken up, the two of you had an exciting night to say the least and he was exhausted. The smell of breakfast was what woke him up and with you not being beside him that could only mean one thing. He sat up and threw some pants on before reaching for the crewneck sweater he had thrown to the floor the night before but it wasn’t there. Not thinking to much about it he’d stand and make his way out of the room, the cold air that was seeping through the walls from the rainy day outside making him shiver. He’d make his way into the kitchen to see the sweater handing perfectly around your body. ‘Im cold, why did you take that.’ He’d say, smiling to himself as he wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his head so he could rest it against your neck. ‘Im making you breakfast and thats the first thing you say to me?’ You said smiling as you flipped the eggs over. ‘I take it back.’ He’d say running his hands over the soft material before giving your neck a sweet kiss and removing himself so he could go find a shirt.
He had a long day and all he wanted was to come come to you. He made you promise to try and wait up for him just so the two of you could go to bed together so when he walked through the front door and called your name while taking off his shoes he was surprised to hear your tired voice calling back to him. He walked into the living room to see you curled up on the couch with a pillow pressed to your chest as you watched what ever late night tv was on. He’d bend over and kiss your temple before you sat up, and when you did his eyes would brighten just slightly. ‘Is that mine?” He said smiling with a finger pointed towards the large sweater you had thrown on. ‘Mmm? Oh yeah, It was on the chair so I just put it on.’ you said stretching slightly. He wouldnt say anything, just smile and pull you in, knowing if he spoke his mind the two of you wouldn’t be going to bed any time soon.
You had asked him to bring you cough medicine; allergy season was getting to you and you felt like crap. He’d show up to your home with everything necessary and a little more just to make you feel better. When he walked in you would already be walking out of your room to meet him. ‘Hobi, Im allergic to pollen and you brought flowers?’ You laughed, but all he could focus on was his long sleeve shirt on your body. ‘Is that mine?’ He’d ask putting the bags of things down. ‘Yeah you left it here last time you spent the night.’ You said nonchalantly already pulling things out of the bag. ‘Ah.’ was the only thing he’d say before helping you, a smile on his face as his mind raced with reasons why you actually wanted to wear it.
You stealing his clothes was just an every day activity. He always found you wearing his t-shirts and styling them to fit your everyday style and it was his favorite. It was when he met up with you for a quick meal between practice did you wearing his clothes actually melt his heart. You had showed up with messy hair, obviously you had just woken up, and a pair of black leggings and his most worn sweatshirt, to which you kept pulling the sleeve up over your hand and pressing it to your face. He wouldn’t be able to hide his smile as you did this and when you asked him why he was he’d just smile wider. ‘I think its cute you’re in my hoodie.’ ‘Feels like your hugging me.’ you’d say with a blush before he reached across the table to stroke your cheek gently.
Always being so busy he rarely got to spend nights with you, so spending nights with him were really the only option. You had gone over early, Jungkook had carelessly left the burner on and everyone was freaking out that he would burn the dorms down. You decided to stay and clean up a bit, they were boys after all. You spend all after noon scrubbing and dusting that by the time 7 rolled around and you had set plans to cook a big dinner for them you were exhausted. Stripping of your cleaning product smelling shirt you pulled one of Tae’s button ups on and laid on his bed for what you wanted to only be two seconds. It wasn’t until the boys walked in an hour later did you wake up to their excitement of seeing the house clean. Tae would walk into the room to see you sleepily propped up on your elbows, dropped in one of his shirts. ‘What a good way to come home.’ He’d blush before moving over to you. ‘Wait Ill make dinner.’ You said, still half asleep. ‘No need,’ He’d start crawling over you. ‘Nice shirt.’ He’d say making you look down and smile. And then, cuddles.
Him coming to see you would be a surprise. He often did things like that since he felt like he was always away from you. This time was no different. At home finishing up some work you’d be startled by the sound of your door opening. You had no idea who it could have been so you quickly stood and peaked around the corner. ‘Jungkook I swear to god! You scared the crap out of me!’ You’d say pulling him into a tight hug. ‘Im sorry, we got off early.’ He’d saw wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. When he pulled out of the hug he noticed you were wearing one of his sweatshirts and a smile would break to his lips. ‘Is this mine?’ He’d ask, even though he already knew the answer.’ ‘I missed you and it smells like you… sorry.’ you said starting to take it off. ‘No, leave it. You’re so cute.’ He’d say before kissing you gently and pulling you in for another hug.
“At the trial last December, two survivors and the many relatives of the victims sat in a courtroom and looked at the back of Dylann Roof’s head, the thinness of his neck. The ever growing bald patch at the center of his bowl cut almost made him look like a young, demented monk with a tonsure. He was dressed in the sort of getup that a man wears when life hasn’t presented him with many opportunities to wear a suit: a worn crewneck sweater and thick polyester khakis that hung low over cheap-looking brown leather dress shoes.”
-Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah, GQ - A Most American Terrorist: The Making of Dylann Roof
Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.
A/N: Here it is! Whoo, writing three parts in one day is a lot of work. But I’m glad I finished and I’m really proud of this final part. Now i can focus on some requests that I’ve gotten as well. So please enjoy!
Walking over to Hoseok’s lab station, you plop yourself down
onto his empty stool and spin around to face the man you’re speaking to. Your
teammate is currently standing with his back towards you and perusing the
uppermost shelves of the nearby wall, his posture elevated just a tad as he
pushes himself up on the balls of his feet.
The laboratory looks the same as it always does; it somehow
manages to exist in between looking bare and clustered, the simple and clean
décor providing a contrasting backdrop to the complex equipment and stockpiled
substances. Hoseok is wearing a white crewneck sweater today, but when put up
against the blindingly pale walls that reflect the equally bright ceiling
lights, it appears to be more of a cream color.