done up house

JUST A REMINDER THAT WILL GRAHAM OWNS A PIANO, HE HAS ONE (1) PIANO IN THE HOUSE THAT HE OWNS BY LAW AND WE NEVER EVER SEE HIM PLAY IT, NOT ONCE. A REMINDER WE HAVE BEEN ETERNALLY DEPRIVED OF SEEING THE SWEET SCRUFFY DOG-LOVING BOAT-ENGINE-MAKING SPECIAL AGENT WILL GRAHAM USE HIS CUTE LIL FINGERS TO PLAY THE PIANO. A REMINDER THAT BRYAN FULLER TRULY IS A CRUEL CRUEL MAN FOR NEVER LETTING OUR FAVORITE TROUBLED BOY™’S TALENT SHINE THROUGH

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current sexual orientation: even-more-than-usually-dishevelled-Columbo

We needed like 40 more episodes with Near to use all of his story potential

Still salty

I MOVED HOUSES. It was difficult and we didn’t hire anyone to help with it so my dad did 70% of the moving (he was basically superman), I did 15% and various other persons did the other 15%. There was a lot of stuff to move.  A lot. Once we finished, the next day I had to rest my back All Day. I was particularly rekt. Didn’t have internet for two days until the internet guy came to install it (scratch the new floors we dont own and treat me like crap) AND the next day I discovered why every pain felt so strong: mother nature finished knocking on my door and just made her way into my house and knocked me out (you get me?). I died for three consecutive days.. more. But here I am. With internet. And feeling better. 

Books
  • Gryffindor: I'm bored. What's the big deal about BOOKS Ravenclaw?
  • Ravenclaw: *Looks up from book, takes deep breath*
  • Slytherin: Oh... Ravenclaw be TRIGGERED
  • Ravenclaw: YOU COME INTO MY LIBRARY, AND INSULT MY LIFE!
  • Like, I came here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
When you’re finally able to settle down to relax and watch a show and someone comes in...

There’s someone on Twitter complaining that we’re all so excited for Black Panther that we’re now heralding the MCU as the pinnacle of representation but….they did the same thing to the DCEU when Wo- nevermind.

every week is lieutenant week in my heart

It may not be summer yet but this 80 degree bs can fuck right off, my heat intolerant ass can’t handle it.

I’ll have trouble moving my fingers… and my hand might have some numbness

ahhhh i was late for Tenya week, but heres my entry for day 1! i chose the prompt of “hands”!

Last Night [a.a ]

Originally posted by cooperselizabeth


warnings: Chuck Clayton

This was an anon request byt i cant find the prompt pls forgive me

Also this is completely unedited and not proofread and I’m super sorry I haven’t been as active lately. Also I’m working on a “That 70’s Show” fic that I will be uploading on my wattpad so thats partly why i havent done much on here. I just want to be friends. Sorry!


Masterlist


“Archie Motherfucking Andrews!”

Based on the volume of your voice, you could only infer that everyone who was currently in Riverdale High had heard your screech.

You marched down the hallway, approaching Reggie. He instinctively shrunk back against his locker and absentmindedly crossed his hands over his crotch, afraid of any damage that you might do.

“Where is he?” you growled.

Reggie shook his head violently. “I don’t know (Y/N/N). Please don’t hurt me.”

He whispered the last part loud enough so only you could hear. You looked him up and down before nodding subtly and storming off, ignoring the teasing calls of the jocks as they mocked Reggie for being scared of you.

“She’s scary when she’s angry,” Reggie muttered in defense as everyone watched you kick a trash can, denting it. The jocks shut up immediately.


You were fuming. You had been talking to Jughead when he had decided to come clean to you. The two of you had never kept secrets from each other and no matter how horrible it was, Jughead knew that he couldn’t keep his new found secret hidden from you.

So he told you.

He told you about Archie. He told you how he had ditched him on the 4th of July and how he had been down by Sweetwater River on the day of Jason Blossom’s assumed death.

And then he told you the bad news.

He had been there with Ms. Grundy.

Yes. Your redheaded (now ex-) boyfriend had been cheating on you with the music teacher. So now you were on your way to confront him.

You barged into the music room, a smirk spreading across your face as you saw Archie and Ms. Grundy standing chest-to-chest.

“Well just look at what we have here!” you exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

The two of them sprung apart, both of them dropping the instruments they were holding.

“(Y/N)!” Archie said, voice full of surprise.

“No offense Archibald,” you sneered. “But if you wanted to cheat on me I would’ve expected you to do it with someone beautiful like Cheryl Blossom, not some woman whose twice your age and just using you. I’m done with you.”

“No, (Y/N), wait,” Archie said, grabbing your arm.

“Don’t touch me Archibald,” you hissed. “Do me a favor and please lose my number.”


It had been months since that day.

You stopped talking to Archie, but you kept helping Betty and Jughead. You were close to figuring out Jason’s killer. You just knew it.

Unfortunately for you, Betty was too preoccupied at the moment as she worried about Jughead’s upcoming birthday.

“(Y/N/N), what should I do?” Betty sighed. “I have no idea…”

She trailed off as the idea hit her. “That’s it! I can throw a party!”

You stopped in your tracks. “Betty do you even know Jughead?”

Betty hesitated. “I do but it’ll be a small party. Only his friends. We can do it at Archie’s!”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Everyone knew about what had happened yet Betty kept trying to reconcile the two of you.

Betty noticed the uncertainty in your eyes. “Please (Y/N)? Do it for Jughead.”

“Fine.”


The party was in full swing.

Cheryl had arrived unexpectedly, bringing along kegs, jocks, and basically the whole teenage population of Riverdale.

There were probably some Greendale kids too.

You sat with Jughead in Archie’s garage. He was settled in the comfy armchair while you sat on the floor, Vegas in your lap as you both pet him.

“Let me guess,” Jughead drawled out. “She told you her brilliant plan and you tried to stop her.”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Then she said-”

“Do it for Juggie,” he interrupted, voice rising in pitch as he tried to imitate Betty’s feminine lilt.

You chuckled as you nodded once again. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry you came,” Jughead soghed. “It sucks.”

“I had to,” you replied. “Youre my best friend Juggie. Besides, it could be worse, I could be inside right now.”

No sooner had the words left your mouth when Betty Cooper entered the garage. She looked at the both of you sadly before addressing you. “(Y/N) could I possibly speak to Jughead alone?”

You looked at Jughead, who shrugged, before you got up and left, taking Vegas with you.

“Well Vegas, I guess it’s just me and you,” you whispered, looking up at Archie’s house. You glanced down to see Vegas bounding off after some rodent. “Correction: just me.”

You took a deep breath before entering the house, immediately being met with the unmistakable smell of alcohol. The first people you bumped into were Joaquin and Kevin. After a short conversation, you found yourself in the kitchen, rummaging through Archie’s refrigerator for his secret stash of strawberries that you knew he kept hidden near the back.

Your hand brushed a glass container and you pulled it out, yelping in victory as you noticed the strawberries that were beautifully nestled in it.

“Well hello there,” you heard a smooth voice say.

Startled, you nearly dropped the container, flinching when you felt someone grab your hands in order to keep it from falling. You looked up to meet the eyes of the one and only Chuck Clayton.

“Hey Chuck,” you mumbled, quickly making a beeline for the door.

“Woah hey now,” Chuck said, slowly sliding in your way. “I just wanna talk to a beautiful girl.”

He shot a charming smile at you. It reminded you of a shark.

“Well now, how about you and I go share those strawberries huh?” Chuck continued.

You glanced around, getting nervous. Everyone around you was either drinking or dancing, or both. Except for Archie. He had been watching the two of you since Chuck first approached you with his eyes narrowed and jaw set.

Archie didn’t like the sight of another guy talking to you. Especially not if that guy was Chuck. He began to walk over to you.

“C'mon baby,” Chuck smirked. “Let’s go upstairs.”

You felt his hand grip your arm. Hard . You whimpered slightly as you followed him upstairs, strawberries still in hand.

Downstairs, Archie panicked as he lost sight of you, sighing in relief as he caught a glimpse of your hair on the stairway. He quickly caught up, freezing slightly when he saw Chuck push you into his room.


“Don’t worry (Y/N),” Chuck said. “This will be fun.”

You struggled against him as he pressed his lips to yours, prying them open with his tongue as his hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt. The more you struggled, the more he seemed to anticipate the coming events.

The moment was cut short as the door slammed open, revealing a disheveled Archie. “Get the fuck away from her Chuck!”

Chuck sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he stepped away from you.

“Excuse me for trying to have fun at this lame-ass party,” he mumbled, leaving the room and shoving Archie on his way out.

As soon as he was gone, Archie closed the door and rushed over to you, gathering you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come in sooner (Y/N/N),” he whispered into your hair as he held you tight.

You were barely aware of his words, still frozen from Chuck’s touch. You barely registered Archie’s movements as he picked you up and carried you towards his bed, sitting down and pushing himself against the wall, cradling you in his lap.

You started paying attention to Archie’s words which were a continuous, quiet mumbling of “I’m sorry” and “I should’ve been there”.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you finally spoke, your voice a quiet whisper. “But thank you. For making him leave.”

“Of course. Anything for you. I love you ,” Archie replied, his voice cracking as he realized exactly what could’ve happened to you if he hadn’t intervened.

“I should get home,” you said. Archie tightened his arms around you in response. Neither of you made a move to get up and you couldn’t help but feel completely safe as you laid down in his bed, his arms still wrapped around you, and he pressed a kiss you your hairline before quietly singing a song, lulling you to sleep.


The next morning, Archie was woken up by the bright sunlight that streamed in through his open window.

Remembering the night before, he turned his head towards you, his smile fading when he realized you weren’t there with him.

He quickly bolted out of bed, searching for his phone and cursing when he realized he had left it downstairs. He sprinted out of his room and down the stairs where he was met with the sight of Jughead sitting in an armchair, petting Vegas with a smug smirk on his face.

He held out Archie’s phone as the redhead tried to catch his breath. “Arch, you should check your voicemail.”

Archie scoffed, sending you a quick message before doing as Jughead said. It was from his dad. Frowning, he put his phone away before his face contorted in shock.

Looking at the clock, he squealed. “Jug, they’ll be home any minute!”


You sat on your bed, jumping slightly when your phone dinged. You hadn’t slept after you left Archie, feeling way too numb to do anything but stare blankly at your wall. You carefully picked up your phone and read it.

From: Archie
Hey (Y/N/N). Listen we need to talk. I meant what I said last night. I love you and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix my mistakes xx

You choked on air, carefully rereading the message over and over again. You were shocked. You thought he had said it in the heat of the moment and you realized how bad of an idea it had been for you to attend that party.

You sat blankly for a few minutes before finally typing out a reply. As soon as you hit send, you turned your phone off, tossing it under your bed and grabbed a hoodie before walking out of your room.

You quickly scribbled a note for your parents before taking off. You wouldn’t be home until late.


Archie sighed as he and Jughead collapsed on the couch, exhausted from all the work they had done whilst cleaning up the house.

“So…you and (Y/N/N)?” Jughead smirked.

Archie chuckled breathlessly. “Man shut up! I hope it all works out. I really do love her Jug.”

“I know,” the beanie-clad boy replied, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Archie jumped when he felt his phone vibrate, scrambling to take it out of his pocket. At the same time, the door swung open.

“Hey Arch! We’re home,” Fred Andrews’s familiar voice called out.

Archie stod with a smile on his face as he faced his parents before unlocking his phone and reading your messages.

The happy spirits that filled the Andrews household quickly dampened as Archie’s smile fell, his eyebrows joining together as he frowned.

Fred also frowned when he noticed Archie throw his phone onto the couch but was quickly distracted when Archie went in for a hug.

Curious as to why Archie’s mood had changed so quickly, Jughead picked up the phone and quickly escaped upstairs as the Andrews family reunited.

Once he was comfortably nestled in Archie’s bed, he unlocked the phone, shaking his head as he read the messages you had sent.

“Oh (Y/N).”


From: (Y/N)
Archie, please don’t.

From: (Y/N)
Last night was a mistake. We both know that.

From: (Y/N)
Thank you. I’m so grateful for what you did, but I can’t deal with this right now. You broke my heart Archie. I think it’s best if we don’t talk to each other for a while. I’m truly sorry.


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