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Gregory Peck photographed on the set of The Yearling  (Clarence Brown, 1946)

‘I just do things I really enjoy. I enjoy acting. When I’m driving to the studio, I sing in the car. I love my work and my wife and my kids and my friends. And I think, “You’re a lucky man, Gregory Peck, a damn lucky man."’

Silent Treatment

Group: BTS


Summary: you break a promise and your punishment is the silent treatment

Genre: drabble, fluff

Length: 0.9k

A/N: please leave a request!

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

Min Yoongi was good at a lot of things, to name a few; rapping, all-nighters and the silent treatment. Before you had started dating, you hadn’t realised just how good he was at ignoring people who had wronged him. Yet here you were, day four of the silent treatment and you hated every second without his voice.

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Panic Attacks || Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by nnochu

Word Count: 2.0k

Genre: Fluff

It was almost six in the afternoon when you got the phone call. The other person on the line sounded harried, as if there was something bad happening and they couldn’t control it. At the sound of Jungkook’s worried voice you couldn’t hold back the anxiety that wanted to flow underneath your skin. You took a deep breath, your eyes flicking to the clock in your office.

“Noona, it’s Hobi-hyung. He started freaking out, and nobody knows what to do, and they won’t let me see him, and it’s just– the other’s told me to call you and tell you to get here as soon as possible.” The words flowed out of Jungkook, some of the words being stuttered. You could tell how freaked out Jungkook was, as it was something the boys had never had to deal with before.

After having been with Hoseok for almost two and a half years you knew the ins and outs of his personality and who he was. Never had he ever had a panic attack in front of the others but there had been countless times where you had to talk him through it and calm him down. It was one of the reasons he loved you so much, and being able to be the one to help him made you feel better.

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Beside You- Luke Hemmings Imagine

Summary: Luke and (Y/N) have always had feelings for one another, but were always to blind to see it. Thanks to some help from the other boys, and the music video producer for the boy’s latest song, the feelings between the two are easily discovered.

A/N: This is one of my longest imagines I have done, but I wanted to say thank you to all of those who have followed me, I have now reached over 100 in the short time that I have started this blog. It would really mean a lot if I could get some comments about my writings, so if you have a quick second, leave me a little note! 

P.S. Possible part 2?

“You want me to what” you asked incredulously.

“We want you to be in our new music video” Ashton said with a large grin.

“But aren’t you supposed to get super hot models for these sorts of things? Even with a make-up crew I won’t look half as good as those type of girls” you said with a frown.

“Will you stop (Y/n), you are one of the most beautiful girls we know.” It was Luke who spoke this time, his voice was soft, sincere, and possibly one of the most serious tones you have ever heard him use.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you break your eye contact with the boys and look to the floor. The boys can tell that you’re thinking of other reasons why you shouldn’t do the music video, but for once your mind was blank.

“Fine, I’ll do it. I mean it’s mainly going to feature you guys anyways, right?” you said, mainly trying to convince yourself. “What song is it for anyways?”

“Now that’s a surprise. But don’t worry you’ll see tomorrow when we start filming.” Calum chimed in. Your mouth opens in protest but closes shortly after realizing there is no way the boys would give it up.

The rest of the day consisted or you just hanging out with the boys as they talked about how great their tour was. You watched carefully as each of their eyes lit up while talking about some of their favorite memories. As it grew darker, the boys started leaving one by one until it was just you and Luke.

Luke was undoubtedly your best friend. He has been there for you for every hard time. Whether it was when your dog died when you were 13, or when you were being bullied in high school. He was your rock, and dare you say, your knight in shining armor. However, you never told him how you felt, for fear that he doesn’t feel the same. Of course, all the guys knew, but they also knew something you didn’t: Luke felt the same.

Once all the guys were gone, you and Luke just sat next to one another in a comfortable silence. The warm summer breeze touched your skin as you gazed into the night sky.

“Hey Luke, since it’s almost tomorrow anyways, can you tell me what song the music video is for, or at least what we will be filming?” you ask giving the puppy dog eyes.

“You are so stubborn, you know that right?” he says through breathy laughs.

“Come on, pleaseeeeeee” you ask.

“Honestly I don’t know that much myself. I do know what song it is, but that’s about it.”

“Oh come on, you are totally holding out on me!” you insist. You sit so that you are facing Luke, each of your small hands on his shoulders so he can’t turn away from your gaze. “Just give me something to go off of.”

“Alright, well it’s for our new song called Beside You, and I think there are other three more females joining us on set. But that is about all I know” he confessed.

Your hands leave his shoulders as you try and think as to what you will be filming tomorrow. Unfortunately, you haven’t gotten to listen to all of the boy’s new album so you didn’t know the meaning behind Beside You.

“I can see the wheels turning, but I guarantee you it’s nothing to worry about. You’ll have a blast. Promise” he mentions while holding out his pinky. You intertwine your pinky with his and shake them, something you have always done ever since you were little.

“Okay Lucas, if you insist” you say with a laugh. “Well it’s getting late so I’m going to head off to bed, got to get my beauty sleep for my filming debut tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I should probably head out too. Don’t want the star of the video to look like crap” he says giving a wink.

Before even thinking, words left your lips that you wouldn’t usually say.

“Why don’t you just spend the night” you say quickly and quietly, hoping that Luke may not have heard you. But when your gaze met his, you can tell he heard your question. “I mean, it will just be like when we were younger. Just don’t hog all the blankets this time.”

“Alright, yeah if that’s alright with you. It would be nice to not have to wait for a cab to get here, and that way you and I can just drive to the studio together in the morning.”

The two of you walk up to your bed room, laughing and reminiscing in old times the whole way up. Sure, at first you’d be nervous that this would be awkward, but the moment you both were laying in your bed it felt like old times. You two stayed up for a few more hours just talking about everything that came to your minds. As your eyes grew heavy, you snuggled into Luke’s chest, while soft hums escaped his lips as you drifted off to sleep.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was, beside you” he lightly sings. This is exactly where Luke had longed to be, with you fast asleep in his arms. He never thought you looked more beautiful, even with a bit of eyeliner left on from earlier in the night, your hair fallen onto your face, and soft snores escaping your lips. All Luke wanted, was to be beside you.


The loud beeping of your alarm woke you up. Bright light was shining through your curtains as you notice that your head is still on top of Luke’s chest. His eyes were still closed, typical Luke, not waking up easily.

“Hey, butt face, wake up.” You say while poking his nose. His face scrunches as his eyes flutter open trying to adjust to the brightness. “Come on sleepy head, get up!” A groan escapes Luke’s lips as he is adamant about staying in bed. “Alright you asked for it” you begin as you take a pillow and smack it onto his face.

“That’s not even fair!” he protests.

“Then get up sleeping beauty” you say while landing another hit on him.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet between the two of you. You each quickly showered and then drove off to the studio. The entire ride over you kept insisting that Luke play the song for you, so you have an idea of what to expect, but the stubborn boy kept refusing.

As you walked into the studio you saw the other three boys standing next to three gorgeous girls. You immediately felt insecure and Luke could sense the shift in your attitude. His arm ran across your shoulder as he guided you to where the group was standing.

“There you guys are, you were supposed to be here nearly a half an hour ago” Ashton said.

“Sorry but princess Luke takes forever to wake up” you said while rubbing your hand through Luke’s hair. He playfully swats your hand away, all while still keeping his arm around your shoulder.

“Well since you guys are late, the director already assigned parts.” Michael mentioned.

“What do you mean” you question.

“Well, if you can’t tell there are four girls and four guys, so we are being divided into pairs. Calum is with Shelly, Michael is with Kristen, I’m with Morgan, and so Luke and (Y/n) you’re obviously together.” Ashton answered.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be filled in more while they are doing your hair and make-up” Michael said.

Shortly after talking with the boys, a crew came to take you and the other girls to hair and make-up. You got to know the other girls better and it turns out they weren’t uptight models and actresses that you expected them to be. All the girls were very down to earth and had their own hobbies and interesting life stories.

“Okay ladies, so here’s how today is going to work” the direct said as he entered the room. “You are going to hear the song a few times right now before we start filming, just so you can get a better feel for the song, and then you each will be taken to your own set with the boys and film your stuff there.” As he left the room music began to play. The lyrics were beautiful and you could tell they came for the heart.

“Miss (Y/n), are you alright?” the makeup technician asked you. You hadn’t even realized that the song has played 3 times already, and now here you were with tears falling down your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, sorry, the song just means a lot” you say with a weak smile.

After you were finally done getting ready for filming you were lead to a set of a kitchen. When you walked in you saw Luke in a similar outfit to you which consisted of plaid pajama pants and a black V-neck. Your outfit consisted of pajama shorts and a grey t-shirt.

“Wow (y/n) you look amazing” Luke says as he pulls you into a hug.

“Thanks” you answer shyly.

“Alright, Luke and (Y/n), so here’s what I’m thinking. So, all of you guys have your girlfriends and each pair has their own thing going on. Your scene is that you guys just woke up to make some breakfast with one another. But don’t just be boring and go through the motions, you aren’t just cooking. Basically, we are showing how each of the couples are before the life of fame and touring takes the guys away. So you two are supposed to be in love so that’s what we need to see. There’s going to be more to the video, but let’s just focus on the emotions in this part first. And just remember the cameras aren’t here, just be how you two normally are together, okay?”

“Sounds good” Luke chimed in.

To say everything felt awkward was an understatement. Neither of you two were entirely sure what to do, and it didn’t help that there was a crew of at least 10 people focused on you. Once the director said action, you each tried to act as naturally as possible. You went and grabbed a box of pancake mix and asked Luke to grab out a pan. You start reading the instructions and pay no attention to Luke who is standing right next to you.

“Alright umm let’s cut for a moment” the director said. “Luke, (Y/n), you guys are best friends, just act like you normally would, okay? Don’t be so dry and pretend none of us are here.” The two of you nod your heads in understanding. You don’t know why this was so hard for you and so awkward. You’ve literally known Luke your whole life and are best friends, so why can’t you just have fun with this scene.

“And action” the director says.

An awkward silence fills the room as you and Luke go through the motions for making breakfast for the two of you once again. You try and reach for a bowl on a shelf but come up just too short. Looking to Luke for assistance, he comes over with a small laugh, and is easily able to grab the bowl. When he sets it down on the counter in front of you, you become fully aware of how close he is to you now. His breath is hitting your neck as you stand there for what feels like an eternity.

“Cut” the director yells. “Alright team here’s what we are going to do. Let’s set up two cameras on tripods in separate corners, and then let’s place two more in other locations. Then we will step out, and you two can just be alone and do what you do best. I just feel like we aren’t getting anything from you guys and so I’m hoping this will help.” The camera team quickly moves around the room setting up multiple cameras in various locations.

“I’m sorry I suck” you say softly to Luke.

“You don’t suck. Trust me, my first music video was super awkward too. Don’t worry, by the end of filming it will look great, and soon every director will want to star you in their video” he says with a wink. The rest of the camera crew clears out so now it is just you and Luke on set. Before they left, the crew turned on some music to play softly in the back ground.

“Okay so I’m totally going to try and make pancakes, and so you better help me” you say with a smile.

“Sure just direct me around and we will make the best damn pancakes you’ve ever had” Luke replies.

“Okay so first we need two cups of flour” you say as you read the directions. Luke listens and scoops out two cups of flour and pours them into the bowl.

“Hey (y/n)” he asks.

“Yeah?” You turn around to face Luke only to be met with flour being sprinkled on your head.

“Oh, you are so dead” you say with fake anger. Taking your hand, you reach into the bag of flour only to smack your white hand across his clean black shirt. Luke let’s out a gasp of fake hurt as his face lights up with a smile.

To stop you from doing more damage he grabs each of your wrists and raises them above your head. You two just stand there for a moment, the only sound coming from the music the crew turned on. Before you had a chance to fight back, Luke’s lips crash to yours.  As the kiss grows deeper he removes his hands from your wrists and moves them to your waist. He carefully picks you up and places you on the counter, placing his body in between your legs. Your hands make their way through his hair as you two have yet to stop for air. A soft chuckle escapes from you as Luke’s fingers unknowingly tickled your side.

“We should still try and make some pancakes too” you say through kisses. This time it was Luke who laughed at your comment. After he nods his head in agreement he helps you off the counter, keeping his hands on your waist.

The two of you continue to make pancakes, sneaking kisses in every chance you get. Luke follows each of the instructions you give him, and is surprised when he sees that the finished result actually looks delicious. As you two sit and eat, Luke tells more embarrassing jokes of the boys from tour. Everything is perfect until you hear a loud voice that you didn’t expect to hear back so soon.

“There’s my two favorite love birds” the director jokes. “Well we definitely got the footage we needed from the two of you together, so now there is just a couple of individual things we need to get today, and then it should be all done. So (Y/n) why don’t you head back to hair and make-up so they can clean you up a bit. Luke you’re going to meet up with the guys. Once again great job, and Luke I had no idea you were such a great actor.”

“Thanks” Luke says with a laugh. “That’s what happens when you’re a Rockstar I guess.” The moment Luke finishes speaking you feel your heart break a little bit. Of course, Luke was just acting, he’d never be into you like that. You walk away, trying to contain yourself from crying, until you hear Luke call your name. You take a moment to compose yourself and put on a happy façade for when you speak to him.

“Hey (y/n) I just wanted to say you did a really great job.” Luke says while flashing a smile.

“Thanks, looks like you should consider acting more yourself” you say with a weak smile. Before either of you could say anything else a crew member comes and pulls on your arm to get you back into the dressing area. A small sigh escapes Luke’s lips as you leave, wishing he could have gotten to tell you what he has been trying to say.


After you finished filming you went straight home, not bothering to talk to any of the guys. Today had been a long and trying day and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. When you go and check your phone you see 8 missed calls from Luke and a handful of messages.

“Great” you mumble. What could he possibly want? Sure, you didn’t directly let him know that you were leaving, but you told Ashton to pass the word. You were drowning in your thoughts of the day’s actions until you heard a light knock on your door.

“Shit” you mutter. You didn’t really feel like answering the door, and had silently prayed that whoever was on the other end would just go away. But to your dismay, the knocks got increasingly louder and more adamant, as if that person needed to get inside right now. With shaky hands, you take a deep breath and open the door.

“Luke” his name comes out as more of a question from your lips as you’re surprised at his arrival.

“I’m really sorry” his shaky voice says. You make room for him to come inside but he just stays where he is. Your gaze keeps to the ground because you know if you look into his eyes your walls will come crumbling down. “(Y/N) I wasn’t acting” he stated plainly.


“I wasn’t acting” he said. And with that said Luke closes the gap between your bodies and places his lips onto yours….


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Dating yoongi would include:

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

.. the first and most important thing you need to date min yoongi is tolerance.

.. like stop being so indifferent it’s driving me crazy.

.. the studio will basically become your second home. If min suga ever gets lost, he is probably just at the studio.

.. but you are not complaining because you feel like a proud bear with tears in your eyes when you listen to him spitting fire like yeah baby roast ‘em haters.

.. Whenever he has free time, he is never leaving you.

.. “You smell amazing baby doll” “Stop sniffing me you weirdo.”

.. you love it when he comes home like I got you something and it’s a pack of peppermint like that’s why I have been avoiding kissing you lately.

.. so you throw it at him yelling for no more kisses, and his jokes are too pathetic.

.. and he is sure you are joking back so he hold your hips and shoves his tongue in your mouth like are you sure no more kisses?

.. he isn’t the type to verbally express him emotions. So when you are having your doubts you catch him staring at you like you are a perfect fallen angel.

.. but don’t stare too long because he will notice and tell you he already knows how good looking he is stop gawking geez.

.. “anything” “For the sake of the all mighty lord, yoongi do you want bacon or cheese I am starting to lose my temper.”

.. no matter how busy he is he never forgets you.

.. Like you have been dating for a good year now and you think he forgot your anniversary but no he picks you up at 12 like don’t ask just come. And he would take you to the trash bin in the park like this is where we first swore at each other am so emotional.

.. but in all seriousness he would buy you that hella expensive short dress you were drooling about and a pair of lacy underwear telling you he will be in the car, you have 30 mins to get ready.

..the boys will always be wondering if you two truly love each other i mean he just called you his animal and asked you to massage his feet and you threw whatever you were holding in your hand at the moment.

.. but when you two are alone you are his goddess whom he worships every curve and skin of her body.

.. sleep. Now we all know how much yoongi loves his nap time so you never object when he drags you into his holy bed to preform a holy ceremony even though he literally suffocated you with his arms.

.. yet you love it so much because his gentle breathe in your neck and the way his small legs seek warmth between yours make you reconsider the need for other people in your life.

.. because even if he was always busy, even if he always teased you, no one can ever love you more than min yoongi, no one can make you feel more wanted and appreciated than min yoongi and no one can ever take this much space of your heart like min yoongi.

Rain Storms || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff

Having Kim Seokjin as your older was definitely not an easy task. There were moments where you wanted to pull your hair out, and there were moments where you just wanted to smack yourself until you were no longer conscious. This was definitely one of those moments as you ended the call with your brother, him having asked you to head to his dorm to grab something from his room that he had left there earlier that day.

His members and him had left earlier to go to practice and didn’t want to leave as the dance was very important and they needed to learn it very quickly. The building you worked at was only a block away from the apartments they lived in, so you had no choice but to agree to his will and go to the apartment building where they spent almost everyday,

It was quiet as you walked up to the building, the clouds starting to roll in and block out the sun. The darkness worried you as you didn’t have a car to drive to the studio, and the nearest bus station was twenty minutes away. You hoped as you walked into the lobby that it would hold off on raining until you finished grabbing the things your brother needed.

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anonymous asked:

"You love me, right?" maybe where Harry is asking the question after a fight or something...

This isn’t the best I have to admit, but I wanted to try and write some thing and kind of help get my mind of my pain from the surgery for a bit. Sorry for taking ages and Thank you for leaving a suggestion! Also wittle vulnerable harry melts my heart. Under the cut cause it went on for ages for which i apologise profusely.

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♔: Finding the other wearing their clothes- Percy and Annabeth

♔ finding the other wearing their clothes | Percabeth 

warning: dork alert

If there was one thing in this world that Percy was good at, it was losing things. It was like a superpower. If he’d been a superhero instead of a demigod, his ability would be to lose things. 

Well, that or being able to, like, play the harmonica. 

As good as Percy was at losing things, his yellow sweater shouldn’t have been so hard to find. His “closet” - more like the floor or any flat surface he could toss clothes on - consisted of mainly dark colors, with a lot of blue. His sweater would stick out like a bright fish swimming in dark waters. 

“Annabeth?” he called. “Hey, babe—”

Oh, right. She’d gone out only an hour ago to run some errands; she’d probably be back soon. Percy checked the time and winced. 

“Where is it?” he hissed, tugging the drawers open again even though he’d looked through them three times now. Percy shoved his clothes to the side and found a striped sock instead. 

“Not the time,” he told the left sock. “Nope. Why is it that everything goes missing and shows up at the wrong time?” 

Percy tossed the offending sock back into the drawer and used his foot to push it shut. He crossed his arms and looked around the room. Curled up on the rug, Yuki lifted her head to look at him, then whined. 

“I know, girl,” he said, sliding down to the floor so he could run a hand over her floppy ears. “Losing stuff sucks.”

She pushed her wet nose into his hand in response. 

“At least someone gets me,” Percy grumbled. He threw up his hands. 

Rachel had asked him ages ago to take part in a photoshoot for saving the bees, and he’d agreed, albeit a bit warily. She’d promised there’d be no glitter or gold paint, so Percy figured it couldn’t be too bad. 

“What am I gonna do, Yuki? Hey, Rach, I hope it’s okay if I’m wearing orange to save the bees—”

A horrible thought occurred to him. 

Percy twisted his fingers together and went to the other side of the room, where Annabeth had her own set of drawers. Their clothes still generally tended to end up in each other’s drawers, but they kept them anyway. He tugged open the top drawer and was greeted with rows of bras and panties, most of them simple but a few lacy with lots of strings. 

He shut the top drawer as quickly as possible, trying desperately not to imagine Annabeth in them — the black one against her warm skin, his fingers sliding under the straps, his lips on hers, then down her neck and—

“Sweater,” he said aloud, sucking in a deep breath. “Sweater.”

He found one in the second drawer. Annabeth’s was a paler yellow - more pastel and quite pretty. He pulled it out, letting it unfold, and Percy grinned. It was perfect. The sleeves were longer than he’d expected, so it’d kind of fit, and there was even a little bee right over the heart. 

Percy took off his shirt and slipped Annabeth’s sweater on. In the mirror in the corner, his reflection stood; he looked at himself and found that it didn’t look half-bad. 

The sweater was just a bit short. Percy tugged at it uncomfortably. On him, it was more like a crop top than anything, which meant he’d be baring his midriff on camera today. At second thought, the sweater seemed like just the kind of thing Rachel would approve of. 

On the bed, his phone buzzed and lit up. 

On your way yet? 

He looked at the time. It was a thirty-minute drive over to Rachel’s studio, so it was just about time to leave. 


On the floor, Yuki’s ears raised. She stood, shaking herself, and looked out of the bedroom excitedly. A second later, the sound of the key in the lock rang through the apartment. 

He shoved his phone in his pocket and grabbed the backpack he’d had ready, slinging it over a shoulder. 

The door opened, and Annabeth stepped in. 

“Hey, Percy,” she said absentmindedly, dropping the keys in the little dish by the door and pulling her sunglasses down. She was carrying the groceries, but that wasn’t what made Percy stop. It was the sweater she was wearing - a mustard yellow color, the sleeves long and the sweater baggy, falling to her thighs. 

“Oh,” he said, and she turned to find him still staring at her. “So that’s where it went.”

“Where what—” Annabeth said before looking down. She lifted her eyes back up towards him and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s really comfy, okay? And is that… is that my sweater?”

He crossed his arms defensively, striding across the room to meet her. “You stole mine first, you thief.”

“Mmhm,” she hummed, looking up at him. Percy couldn’t help it; his mind went back to that top drawer, and he put his arms around her, fingers pressing against the soft sweater at her back. 

“You look nice,” Annabeth continued, and her eyes flicked down to his stomach before flicking back up. Her voice had gone low. “I like this on you.”

Long, calloused fingers found his bare skin; Annabeth’s hands slid up his back, lingering for a moment at his Achilles’ Heel. He shuddered, and Annabeth lifted on her toes to kiss him. 

“Going to Rachel’s?” she asked against his lips.

“Yeah,” he mumbled back, but now that she was in his arms, it was a lot harder to leave.

“Just don’t go,” Annabeth said, and kissed him again. “Stay here with me.”

“That’s a really bad idea,” he said. 

“You’re good at that,” she said, smiling. 

“Yeah,” Percy said. He showed up to Rachel’s half an hour late. 

‘non sexual,’ i said, then proceeded to imply lots of stuff while crying. im sorry mari it wasnt supposed to be like this,,

but… thank u so much i’ve missed percabeth and i struggled with pjo and this made me feel really good it was so good to write <3 

pick one of the following and send me a pairing! (non-sexual acts of intimacy)

Visit to Rooster Teeth

So today was amazing!! 

My sister and I were very lucky to get tickets to see On the Spot at the Rooster Teeth studios! Driving into the lot and seeing the red ‘5′ on the side of the building was awesome…but stepping into the Rooster Teeth studios and seeing the inside in person was amazing! There are not enough words to describe it! Staff members walked by and casually chatted and every staff member was so friendly and welcoming. 

We were so incredibly lucky to see a show with Joel, Gus, Michael and Lindsay and they were hilarious to watch! Witnessing how an actual live production works was great since it’s something I haven’t seen before. Meeting the staff members afterwards was amazing as well. Michael, Lindsay, Gus, Joel, and Jon are so friendly! I’m so happy to have had this opportunity today! <3 



You and your husband Harry had been trying for a baby for more than a year now. You both were starting to get a bit discouraged, so you decided to take a break from worrying when to have sex to make a baby and just enjoying one another. 

A few weeks after the two of you decided to stop treating sex like a chore, you realized that you missed your period. You tried not to get too excited because this had happened on more than one occasion, but you turned out to not be pregnant. 

However, this time it was different. This time the test showed those two very pink lines meaning that you were pregnant. 

Since Harry had been working on his solo album, you weren’t sure when he would be home for you to tell him, so you decided to drive to the studio and tell him as soon as you could. On the way there, you stopped by to grab some cupcakes for Harry the guys, so that way at first they wouldn’t be too suspicious to your visit. 

When you got to the studio, you went on back and luckily everyone was just chatting away. Harry looked up and smiled when he saw you. 

“Baby, what are you doing here?” He said wrapping his arms around you and giving you a kiss.

“I missed you and I thought I’d sneak in a visit in case you were late again tonight,” you said. “Plus, I brought cupcakes.” 

“Sweet!” All the guys said grabbing the container from you. 

You laughed. “Um, do you mind if we have a chat for a bit?” You asked Harry. 

“Course, hey guys can you enjoy your cupcakes somewhere else for the time being?” Harry asked. 

“As long as you don’t enjoy yourselves in the studio, we don’t need any of that being recorded,” they joked. 

“Get the fuck out of here,” he laughed. 

You giggled and waited for everyone to leave. 

“So, what do we need to talk about?” He asked. 

“Well, I don’t know exactly how to tell you this, but you better work on your Dad jokes because you’ll be needing soon,” you said calmly. 

“Huh?” Harry looked over at you. “That’s what you needed to talk to me about? Dad jokes? Is your Dad coming to visit?” 

“No,” you laughed. “At least I don’t think so. What I mean is that you’re going to need them because you’re gonna be the dad.” 

Harry looked at you. “Wait? What?” 

“I’m pregnant,” you smiled. 

Harry looked at you in complete shock. “Really?” 

“Yes, really. I took a test this morning and it’s positive,” you said. “See,” you smiled showing him the test. 

“Oh my god,” he said still looking at you in disbelief. “Is this really happening right now?” He laughed with tears in his eyes. 

You giggled walking over to him. “Yes, it’s really happening right now.” 

Harry took his hands from his face and put them on your stomach. “We did it. We finally did it. We’re going to have a little baby,” he whispered before pulling up your shirt a bit and planting a kiss right above your belly button. 

Little Family ~ Archie Andrews

Originally posted by riverdalegifsdaily

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x reader

Words: 1282

Requested?: Yes

Ok so this is kind of an out there type of ask but I saw an imagine kinda similar ish and it made me think of this, but an Archie imagine where him and the reader out a couple years older and have a baby? Just like lots of fluff and stuff?

Warnings: FLUFF!!!

A/N: I bloody love this request so much it’s unbelievable. And yes, I know that being married at 20 is a bit young but it’s true love y’all.

May 23rd 2021

The morning was like any other. I awoke to the sound of my husband wriggling out of bed and plodding to our daughter’s room. Every morning I still think it’s a dream, me waking up next to my highschool sweetheart Archie Andrews and our gorgeous new baby girl Ida. Yes, we’re young and possibly going to make some mistakes but at least we have each other.

I could hear his sweet voice nursing her from slumber to prepare for our busy day that is Archie’s first day of recording in a studio. We had flown out to LA just after Ida was born so that Archie could finally record his first song for his EP. I was apprehensive but once I saw how happy it made him, I agreed. 

It was hard living away from our families but both were supportive of our relationship and Archie’s talent so we left Riverdale for LA.

“C’mon pretty, let’s go get mommy up for the day. It’s a big day for daddy and everyone in the studio.” He chuckled as he returned to our room and gently sat on the bed. 

My eyes had yet to open and meet the sunlight streaming in through the largest window of our bedroom. Our apartment that was provided by the record company was too good to be true. Big white walls with modern furnishings, a lovely kitchen and three great bedrooms. Our belongings were neatly placed in the wardrobes once we arrived and that’s when it started to become home.

“Babygirl, it’s time to get up.” Archie said quietly as Ida cooed in my ear. Her little noises and cute laughs finally made my eyes open as I turned to face to my loving husband.

“Hello bigshot.” I said in a croaky voice. I scared myself with the sound of my voice and made a funny face which caused Archie to laugh and little Ida to grin.

“Come get up, we’ve got to be at the studio in two hours. I made breakfast last night so we wouldn’t have to worry this morning and all the bags are packed so we can just eat, shower, get dressed and leave.” He smiled kissing my cheek with a gentleness I will never get used to. Then like a lightbulb going off in my mind I recounted the few sentences Archie had uttered to me. He made breakfast.

“Archie, please tell me you didn’t burn the kitchen down making breakfast.” I sighed and he laughed shaking his head. He placed his left hand on my cheek and I felt the cool metal of his wedding band against my warm skin.

“It’s cereal. Honey, when I said made I meant poured two bowls of Cheerios and left a bottle of milk on the middle shelf of the fridge. I have little missy’s breakfast all ready to go as well.” He smiled at our daughter. Even though she’s only 5 months old, she looks more and more like her father everyday. Even though she has my hair, she was lucky enough to inherit Archie’s beautiful eyes.

“Well then, let’s get the Andrews family ready for the day.” I smiled as I took Ida from Archie and hopped out of bed to go to the kitchen. Archie turned on the radio in the kitchen as I put Ida into her highchair. 

Castle on the Hill was blaring throughout the rooms making me have a greater spring in my step. I looked up to see my husband dancing around our kitchen in his grey sweatpants using the milk bottle as a microphone. I laughed loudly almost doubling over. This was a regular occurrence in our household.

“How did I get so lucky?” Archie suddenly said pouring the milk into the bowls. That sentence made me stop in my tracks. 

“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” I questioned walking closer to him. I put both my elbows on the cold marble work surface. I was genuinely confused.

“I’m so blessed that I’ve been given the chance to record for this label and have this apartment and a beautiful daughter and the most amazingly beautiful, caring, loving, kind, sexy, best wife in the whole world. I’m only 20 and I’ve been given this much. I can’t thank you enough babygirl.” Archie said pulling me into a sweet and loving kiss.


We broke away from the kiss quickly to turn and face our daughter, covered in applesauce and milk. No surprises there.

“Well bless you honeybun.” Archie laughed as I did too. I look at the clock on the wall seeing it was 11 am. I quickly kissed him once more and almost fell over my own feet.

“Archie! We only have an hour left!” I shouted as I bolted to Ida to take her to shower and do my makeup simultaneously. I could hear Archie tripping over his own feet and running into the bathroom.

“You, put your war paint on, I’ll clean baby.” He said turning the bath on and taking Ida from me. I quickly applied primer and realised I didn’t have time for foundation so I plastered concealer across my face, powdered like a mad woman and drew my eyebrows on. I swiped mascara over my lashes and applied a quick layer of liquid lipstick.

“Baby is clean and dressed, quick we’ve 20 minutes until we have to leave, that’ll make it 11 30 and that gives us 30 minutes to get there.” Archie panicked pulling on a baseball tee and jeans. I picked out my favourite outfit and put it on quickly before running to Ida’s crib and placing her in car seat.

“We’re leaving in 5 honey!” I shouted running down the hallway to the door. I grabbed my shoes and bag from beside the door and rushed down the stairs that led to the entrance of our house. I placed Ida into the car and strapped her in.

“Go go go baby!” Archie shouted from the door as he locked it and I hopped into the passenger seat. He ran down the stairs and got into the car and began driving.

“Archie, this is really happening. You’re gonna be famous.” I smiled as he took my hand and laced his fingers through mine as he navigated the short drive to the studio.

“Might baby. I might be.” He chuckled lightly a he turned the corner. Just then, the studio came into view. 

He pulled into a parking space and as a family, we went inside. The lovely workers brought us to the studio where Archie’s producer and mixer were with a team of many others. They were all lovely and took a liking to Ida.

“Ok Archie, you ready to start?” James, his producer asked as I sat down with Ida on the couch facing the booth. Archie was smiling brightly inside as he nodded and the music began to play. His voice soothed my ears and made Ida clap her hands loudly making everyone in the room smile.

“Dada!” Ida squealed as Archie stopped singing with surprise and my jaw dropped. The music stopped and everyone turned to face the little girl on my lap.

“Ida! You little smartie!” I screamed hugging her tightly as Archie ran into the mixing room.

“She’s 5 months and talking! Oh god Daddy is so proud of you baby!” Archie smiled kissing her head and hugging me.

“I’ve a lovely little family.” I smiled as everyone “awwed” behind us. Archie laughed and kissed my forehead lightly.

“I love you.” Archie sighed brushing a stray piece of hair away from my face. I smiled widely and chuckled.

“I love you too Andrews.”


Word Count: 1837

Warnings: Fluff

Here’s your order, miss.“ The lady at the counter said, catching my attention. With a quick thanks, I grabbed the three cup trays and the bag filled with food and headed back to my car. I hated being on lunch duty, it was a five mile drive from the studio and it always took forever, with the insane traffic, the waiting in line during the lunch rush. Then waiting for them to make it all, then checking to make sure it’s all correct. Lastly, I have to make it back with 11 drinks and a bag of food, with out spilling any of it. In stop and go traffic. Fun, right? If only.

The guard let me in without a second glance. At least he didn’t stop me, I’m already late. I park close to the door amd decide I’m going to have to make two trips, I grab the bag and two of the trays, leaving the third for later. I bump the door open with my hip, while trying to balance the trays. I drop the food on the snack table and run back out to my car. Once I get back in, everyone’s crowded around the table grabbing their order.
"Oh, good, there’s more, I thought you forgot my order.”

British accents are the best.

“N-no, I just couldn’t carry it all, sorry it took so long, lunch rush, and the traffic was crazy.” I stuttered, feeling bad.
“I told you it’d be faster to walk.” Followed by a hand being slung around my shoulder. I was one of the personal assistanton the Marvel set, I worked a few different jobs here.

They hadn’t started the actual filming yet, so I wasn’t as busy, just prepping. That’s why I was sent out for lunch.
“No it wouldn’t, the sidewalks are just as crowded, and plus I wouldn’t have been able to carry it all.”
“Hm, that’s true.”
“Of course it’s true, Mel, you really think I hadn’t thought of that.”
“C'mon we have to finish the last set, remember.” She pulled me along, towards the back where we had to finish one of the house-like sets.


“Hey! Melissa! Dammit, now I have to go change.” She had flung paint at me, to get my attention. The walls were almost finished anyway, she could do it by herself.
I stated walking back to my car, before I realized that I didn’t have a change of clothes. Well, fuck. I really don’t want to walk around with paint all over me all day, not that it’s a big deal, I’m always covered in paint, but I hadn’t put my smock on yet, and this was my favorite shirt.

“Woah, what happened?” My head snapped up at the question that was obviously addressed towards me.
“I- uh-” I found myself at a loss for words. I couldn’t think straight, sometimes I wish I interacted with the actors more, maybe I’d be less shy.

“Shouldn’t you have a smock on?” Something clicked and I was able to form a sentence.

“I just got back from the lunch run, I didn’t have time to put it on. The girl I’m working with flung paint at me to get my attention.” I felt my face heat up and I knew I was red. He was obviously amused.
“Sebastian St-”
“Stan.” I finished for him, taking his outstretched hand.
“I know who you are. I work on your set, plus, you’re famous. Its kind of hard not to.” I state, feeling the blush come back.

I ramble when I’m nervous.

He smiled.
“Well, you know my name, it’s only fair that I know yours.”
“Oh- uh, my name’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”
“I like that name.” I feel the blush coming back, so I look down and mumble a quiet thanks.

“Are you going to change?” He questions.
I blush even redder, this time from embarrassment.

“I-well, I forgot a change of clothes, so I really can’t.” I stutter.

He laughs again, his blue eyes filled with amusement.
“You could borrow one of my shirts, although you should put a smock on this time.” He smirks. My eyes widen.

“No no no, uhm no, thank you, it’s fine. I can deal, you don’t have to let me borrow your shirt. I probably won’t see you again soon anyway. I’m always busy and I rarely see the actors, unless we’re filming, because I work with the set and uhm…”
I trail off, realizing I’m rambling again.

“Hm, that does seem to pose a problem. You can just keep it. It’s fine.”
“No, no really I’m okay, I don’t need to steal your clothing.”

“How about we make a deal. I let you borrow my shirt. And since you insist that you can’t keep it and that you won’t see me, you give it back to me when we go out to dinner. Saturday at 8, sound good?” I’m at a loss for words.
I stand there gaping at him. He takes a pad and pen from the table I’m front of us, and I realize that we’re at his trailer. He writes out his name, phone number and the details and hands it to me, along with a maroon colored shirt. He smiles and ushers me into the bathroom to change. I stare at myself in the mirror for a few seconds before stripping off my shirt and putting his on. It’s big on me, but that’s to be expected, I’m pretty small. I walk out with my shirt in hand and Sebastian takes it from me.
“ I’ll wash this right now, and we’ll exchange shirts on Saturday. See you then, Y/N.” He says with a smirk ushering me out the door. I head back over to the set to finish cleaning up. This time I put a smock on, just in case. Mel did a great job finishing the wall, but left a mess for me to clean up.

After I finish cleaning, I look around for Mel and find the studio almost empty. I check the time and realize how late it got. I hop into my car and drive home.
God, it’s been a long day. When I get home I do my usual routine, eat, shower, brush my teeth, watch some TV, and go to sleep. I threw Sebastian’s shirt in the wash before I showered, so I wouldn’t forget.

We talked for five minutes tops, and he managed to organize a date. Honestly, that scared me. Was he always like that? I mean, was he just looking to hook up and I was an easy target? My mind was piling questions on top of each other and I couldn’t think straight. Eventually, it went blank and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

The last three days of the week passed slowly and quickly all at the same time. I did my best to avoid, not just Sebastian, but the rest of the cast as well, which wasn’t too hard. When Saturday came around, I was all too happy to sleep until noon. The only problem was, Sebastian wanted to meet up.

I mean, he didn’t have my address, so I could just ignore the date and go about my life, right? I’d drop his shirt at his trailer, but what about my shirt? The familiar Star Wars theme played from my phone. I groaned and picked it up off the nightstand.

“Hello?” I answered, a bit hostile.

A deep chuckle sounded from the other side, followed by:
“Did I wake you up, Y/N? Sorry, I didn’t think you would still be sleeping. You never texted me, so I took it upon myself to get your phone number from that tech you’re always with, Melony, right? No, that’s not it.-”


“YEAH! That’s it. Thanks. So, about tonight. I wasn’t thinking fancy, you don’t look like that type of person. I was thinking maybe we could go out to that little diner in town and then head to my place for a movie?”

I hesitated. At least at the diner, there were other people. I didn’t know how to feel about being alone.
“Y-Y/N? Are you still there?”

“Oh- y-yeah I’m here.”

“You didn’t answer. I was talking to Mackie about it, he told me that he overheard you say something to his makeup lady about the diner.”

“Did everyone else give their input as well? What about Chris? He’s like your other half.” I know he couldn’t see me, but you could definitely hear the smirk in my voice.

“You know, Chris and I aren’t as attached as people think we are. Sure we’re close, but we’re not ‘I would die for you’ close. I mean I spend just as much time with Anthony.”

“I’ve noticed you spend time with Anthony. The diner sounds nice, and for the movie, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. It depends on how much work I have left to do.”

“Alright, be ready at 8, and text me your address. See you tonight, Y/N.”

“See you tonight.” I repeated, hanging up and going into my messages. I typed in my address and hit send. The work lie was an excuse. I really don’t know if I want to be alone with a man I just met, although its not like I don’t know who he is. You get the idea.


Knock knock knock


I dropped my pen and grabbed my bag. I practically jumped over the back of the couch to reach the door.

“Are you ready for an adventure?”

“Sebastian, we’re going to the diner. Is that really considered and adventure?”

“Yup.” I sighed and followed him outside.

“I decided, since it’s a really nice day, that it would be nice to walk. It’s not too far. Two blocks. Do you mind?”

“Of course not.”

We walked in silence through the busy city, making sure to keep our heads down as to not draw attention. At the diner we were shown to our table and we ordered our drinks. The conversation stayed light as we talked about our jobs and the sheer contrast between the two. After dinner we took the streets once more, but instead of going to Sebastian’s house, we walked through the park, keeping the conversation flowing. We talked about everything from past to future.

By the time we left the park, it was already midnight. Sebastian walked me home and when we reached the door to my apartment he handed me my shirt and left me with a hug and a smile. I stepped in the door and locked it behind me, dropping the keys on the table. My shirt smelled like him and it made me smile. I put it back in my drawer where it belonged and my phone buzzed on the bed. I picked it up and read a text that brought a smile to my face.

You up for date #2? Friday for coffee?

IM GOOD, don’t worry. Harry Styles IMAGINE

I surly feel nauseous the moment I get out of the house but of course I didn’t tell harry about it. He was already anxious about the tv show , I didn’t want him under more pressure.
We we’re heading toward SNL , it is a big night for him and I know how much he wanted this moment to come.
As a girlfriend it is a pleasure to be his company and I was so excited about it as well, seeing harry performing and acting short stand up comedy but I didn’t expect this sickness come to me. Not now that I need my best for him.
But it did come and I try so hard to hide it as we drive so studio “here’s so hot” he said as he looses one of his shirt buttons. I hold his hand in mine though mine is cold and shaky compared to him but he didn’t notice as he hold it tightly in his.

We drove the rest of way in silence, once we got out of car paparazzi starts yelling and shoving their cameras in our faces. The overwhelming feeling of shining light in my face makes me slower as I trying to hold my stomach and not empty it on them.
My head start spinning and I already was away from harry to hold on him. His bodyguards was around but I just couldn’t, he glanced back at me so suddenly with worry in his eyes like he felt how I feel.
He stops his bodyguards and mumbled something in his ear, his bodyguard nods as he comes to me.
My feet start shaking and I feel like fainting as harry hold on my waist in his arm. He whispered in my ear “we’re almost inside, just hold on love” he said as I nod. Once we get inside he hold my face in his hands “darling what’s wrong? You scared the shit out of me” I hold my breath longer still feeling nauseous “I’m good” he shakes his head hold me in his arms “no you’re not, I’ll ask for a doctor” he pull me in his dressing room “sit on this couch love” I nod as I shakily sits on the couch, I feel better still I can’t speak, too afraid to throwing up.
Harry give me a cup of water as a sits in front of me on his knees, caressing my hair “it’s ok, you’re ok, my beautiful y/n” I nod as I drink the cool water. It really felt better.

“Sir, do I need to call ambulance?” One of his bodyguards said , I shake my head “no I’m good. Just little dizzy” he look at me with such worry in his eyes that melt my heart “we still can call to make sure you’re ok” he said as I put my hand on his that is actually on my face “no harry I’m good. Just go and burn the stage. I’ll be good until you come back” he shakes his head this time “no I can’t go there knowing you’re ill” I hold his beautiful face in my hand as I lean closer to him however I prefer staying still “I’ll ask for you if I feel worse, so just go there, I’m here with Mitch and others soon after you’re done”
He hesitated but nods anyway. Kissing my head he stand up telling his bodyguard “don’t take your eyes off her and ask for me if she doesn’t feel good” he nods “I’ll sir”
He kiss me one more time before leaving for his performance.

Part 2? If yes then tell me because I don’t know if you like it or nah.