i was your anon last night

anonymous asked:

Hello Maya! I hope you don't mind this, but can I ask you what are you referring to in your tags? Is it about Robin or something else? Have a nice day! 🌹

Hi! It’s nothing, just me somehow ending up thinking about Harry last night and feeling this urge to remind him, if he ever were to stroll around here, that even when things, for various reasons, get unexpectedly hard, we do know he’s got a beautiful soul and that he’s got us. That both he and Louis got us, always <3

anonymous asked:

My fav harry tweets are 1. Beach don't kill my vibe 2. The winding wheel tweets 3. The sun is the same in a relative way but your older 4. Last night was the best thing I've ever done

“last night was the best thing i’ve ever done” STOPPPPPP i know what you’re trying to do.  HOWEVER.  I, for one am SUPER excited to see him play at MSG!!!  It’s going to be……….amazing.

Also, I do love this tweet quite a bit

Love you. H 💜

anonymous asked:

Hey it's the anon from last night who doesn't completely get nonbinary!! Do you mind explaining it to me? I'm a little nervous about asking my friend + I've been thinking about writing about a nonbinary character!! Thank you for your time, and I hope you have a good day!!

sso imagine this is the gender binary here

some nonbinary people are in the middle

some are to one side or the other 

some are a range

some are multiple values

some arent on the binary at all

and then theres me 

 i think it’s apparent i need to rethink my lifea little bit. What’s my problem? First of all, I’m a rat, which means life is hard. And second, I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell.And second, I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell.   Flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean…   Oh! Small twist of lemon.

anonymous asked:

I had a dream last night I had a conversation with Gabriel reyes about how happy he was about having his engagement ring back because the one that Jack got him didn't fit so it had to be altered... Can I pls request a happy Gabe admiring his ring?

I really, really envy your dream, anon! I want fluffy Gabe and Jack dreams too damnit! He’s happy to have it back where it belongs tho! ;3

anonymous asked:

Viktor is a barista at a coffee shop near where Yuuri works. Yuuri stops in each morning and they obviously notice each other -- there are jokes about spelling Yuuri's name wrong etc. But one morning Yuuri walks up to order and Viktor already knows his standard order and that makes Yuuri super anxious because he doesn't like people remembering him since it feels like a lot of attention so he stops going to the coffee shop in the morning... take it away :D

Yuri or Yuuri?

length: 1.6k; rating: all ages;

“So the barista is…”

Attractive, Yuuri’s mind finishes automatically. The barista is off-putting in simultaneously the best and worst possible ways. He’s off-putting in the best way because he’s gorgeous, silver-haired and blue-eyed and everything that Yuuri’s wildest dreams couldn’t even come up with. But he’s also off-putting in the worst way because the barista’s aforementioned attractiveness makes Yuuri’s words come out in awkward, pieced-together chunks that make him appear to be an idiot.

“…nice,” Phichit finishes his phrase, smiling knowingly at Yuuri.

“He’s nice,” Yuuri agrees, dismissing the topic with a wave of his hand. He takes another sip of his drink.

Phichit takes the cup out of his hand, and Yuuri tries to grab it back, but his friend is squinting at the name written on it. Yuri. “He spells your name wrong.”

“Plenty of people do.”

“There’s no line right now. Why don’t I go correct him?”

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anonymous asked:

letterboxd is asking its community for their lists of most remarkable feature debuts. so what is your top 10 most remarkable debuts from women directors?

SUPER FUN QUESTION.

Also I feel like I could give like 10 answers from last year alone but I’ll try to contain myself. (J/K I CAN’T CONTAIN MYSELF, GET READY FOR THE NOVEL!)

Clip dir. Maja Milos (2012)
Imagine a more brutal version of Thirteen set in the social media era in Serbia and you have Clip, a brutal movie about a 14 year old girl who engages in a highly sexualized and often violent relationship with one of her classmates. It’s a shocking watch especially because Milos doesn’t try to protect her lead character (played by an actual 14 year old) at all and doesn’t shield her (or the audience) from the sado-masochistic behaviour she engages in in order to get attention and feel love.

My Brilliant Career dir. Gillian Armstrong (1979)
So this is like the stereotypical period piece about a plucky young woman discovering herself only it’s SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT. A really beautiful and quietly subversive period piece that is so visually stunning and self-assured that it doesn’t feel like a first film at all. A must see.

Titus dir. Julie Taymor (1999)
When people say that a movie is like a theatre piece they usually mean it as an insult but Titus applies the “anything goes” spirit of theatre in the most fun and flamboyant way. This is a really bombastic, unforgettable visual adaptation of one of Shakespeare’s lesser known plays. Taymor mixes genres, time periods and references in a way that is intensely fresh and unique.  

Fill the Void dir. Rama Burshstein (2012)
This is a romantic drama about a young Israeli woman who is part of an Orthodox Jewish community who, after her sister dies, is prompted to consider marrying her sister’s widower so that he can remain in the family. Despite the icky sounding premise Burshtein (herself an Orthodox Jew) is intensely sympathetic to her characters and shows a total command of her camera and the tone of the movie which is just beautiful, passionate and romantic.

The Connection dir. Shirley Clarke (1961)
This is a bit of a cheat because Shirley Clarke had directed documentaries before but whatever. The Connection takes place in real time and is about a very square documentarian who is filming a movie about a bunch of jazz musicians waiting around for their drug connection so they can get high. It definitely feels very tame for the current day but considering the film takes place in a single room Clarke packs the movie full of electric energy that makes it incredibly pleasurable to watch.

The Fits dir. Anna Rose Holmer (2015)
This is just an incredible majestic film. Very spare, very artistic, very beautiful. Holmer is a genius and the movie is a gift. She does more on a budget of 150, 000 euros or whatever it was, than most directors do with millions.

Songs My Brothers Taught Me dir. Chloé Zhao (2015)
There is a whole cottage industry of low budget filmmakers who think they can be the next Malick, but I think Zhao is the only one who really gets it right. This film is set in on the Pine Ridge reservation and Zhao shoots everything at the golden hour making it look incredibly lush while never shying away from the roughness and occasional boredom of small town life.

The Governess dir. Sandra Goldbacher (1998)
I have literally no idea why this film isn’t bigger than it is and it’s really due for a critical revival. It’s a neo-victorian original tale about a young Sephardic Jewish woman who hides her identity and goes to work as a governess on the Isle of Skye. Unfortunately the only copies I’ve been able to view are of very poor quality but you can still see how beautiful it must have originally been. Also the story is incredibly rich and textured and deals with power dynamics between men and women, Jews and gentiles, science vs. art etc.  

The Babadook dir. Jennifer Kent (2014)
This is a horror movie for people who aren’t really into horror and as such it’s PERFECT. What it really is more than anything is a dark modern day fairy tale about a recently widowed woman who is having a tough time adjusting to life as a single mother to her child who is genuinely the most annoying child to ever grace the screen (really, kudos to casting, you completely understand why this woman would struggle to raise this kid).

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night dir. Ana Lily Amirpour (2014)
So good. A surprisingly wistful and romantic vampire film in which “the girl” (the vampire) skateboards in a chador, dances alone in her room, befriends a cat, and drinks the blood of a LOT of people. It’s great.

Honourable mentions: La Pointe Courte, Children of a Lesser God, The Edge of Seventeen, Sugar Cane Alley, Smithereens, Eve’s Bayou, I Like It Like That, Hester Street, A New Leaf, Chocolat.

Best Game Ever

Originally posted by mayfifolle


Request from an awesome anon: “I loved your most recent mark smut! can I request a Mark smut with dom!mark with dry humping but then he can’t take it anymore and yeah”

Hope you enjoy love, I made it a little fluffy too :)

Warnings: Adult Content


“Alright you guys, I’m going to bed. Goodnight” Youngjae said, getting up from the couch.

You and Mark smiled at him.

“Goodnight, Sunshine,” you said as he made his way to his room.

One by one the guys dropped like flies during your movie night. They had practice earlier that day and were so exhausted. Youngjae was the last of them.

Now it was just you and Mark, alone.

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Present // Kim Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon (BTS) x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 6.5k+

Anon said:  Yay for smut! lol here’s a basic request: can I request a namjoon smut about you and him are dating and you lose your virginity to him on your anniversary night? Thanks! lol I believe in you!!! 😍😘❤️

Author’s Note: Well, I did it. I grew a pair and finally wrote smut. The request was cute so while it’s mostly smut, there is a bit of cute fluff as well. Have fun you crazy kids~

As you finally applied the last bit of mascara, you looked over yourself in the mirror. The black dress you wore hung off your body loosely but still accentuated your curves and the heels you wore made your legs look incredible. Your hair fell in loose curls around your neck. Honestly, you’ve never felt so stunning. You’ve never gotten this dressed up for a date. But tonight was a special occasion. It was your first anniversary with your lovely boyfriend, Namjoon.

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anonymous asked:

I think the tattoo your anon spotted is just the arlo tattoo

why was i able to figure out the positioning of harry’s tattoos at 4AM last night while drunk when a bunch of you can’t seem to figure them out while sober

the tattoo we were talking about last night:

the tattoo that some people think is “arlo” (but who knows):

the difference in their locations:

if people can’t see it now, i give up. believe what ya want.

I Wanna Be Yours [Tate Langdon x Reader]

Requests: “I’m actually not into fluff (give me all the smut), but you write some about Tate drawing reader (or the other way around)? I think of him, even though he is popular for his music taste, more as a painter than musician. Love your writings xoxo” - Anon 

“Can you do a kinky Tate imagine ;)” - Anon

“Can you do a post-death Tate Langdon smut please? I love your imagines btw! 😊” - Anon

“girl reader smuts pls. idrc who with:)” - Anon

“Hey! Love your blog by the way! Do you think you can do another Tate Langdon smut fic? I would love that 💕💕” - @gabygarcia5

Warnings: SIN, NOT PROOFREAD (at all), SMUT, FEM!READER, not proofread, blowjob, swallowing cum, spanking, dirty talk, rough sex, slight daddy kink, begging kink, unprotected sex (again), sorta OOC Tate, Reader is aware Tate is dead, tbh probably more

Word Count: 1.2k 

A/N: I’m going to hell. It’s fine, though, because you’re all going to be there with me. 

(This gets weird towards the end, I know. I stayed up until like 5am last night to finish this so I could post it today. Don’t judge me. This whole thing is just a mess though tbh. & it’s not proofread like I barely read the damn thing when I wrote it, so let me know about any errors.)

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I don't know if someone already asked this (kind of new to the fandom), but the post about how would Gon react if Ikalgo couldn't save Killua kind of made me think. If Killua had died in Kite's place, would Gon react any different, harsher maybe? Ps: I LOVED THE IDEA IF A SENSE 8 AU!! P.s.s: sorry if something is wrong english is not my first language😅

Hello, anon! So, first off, your english is fine! Don’t worry, you’re doing well! And I’m glad you liked the idea of a Sense8 AU, I’m unsure what the next writing venture will be after my planned ones. After CSM, the Assassin AU will be a long multi-chap fic. Also, no one has asked this question before but just like last time, I’m going to put this reply under a Read More.

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Delete It! - spencer reid x reader

Falling asleep in unusual places didn’t have many perks as it was, so you really didn’t need your boyfriend to take unflattering pictures of you while doing so.

@milkandcookies528 requested: prompts 110, 111, 112, with spencer. (drabble challenge), anon requested 111 and 112. i combined these, guys!

110. - “You passed out for like an hour.”

111. - “Delete it. Now.”

112. - “You’re a jerk.”

Originally posted by spencerreideuphoria

You hadn’t gotten any sleep last night, so while on your way to Sacramento, California for the current case the team was working on you’d fallen asleep. It was hard not to— the jet ride was smooth and you wore a big sweatshirt that was easy to cuddle into. You’d already established everything you’d do once in California, so what else was there to do? You’d get a headache if you read and you’d gotten sick of your playlist. You fell asleep next to Morgan, and Spencer was across from you sitting beside JJ.

Spencer watched as your face relaxed, almost spotting the exact second you’d let go and fallen into a light slumber. He couldn’t help but smile a little at the reminder of how you looked at night tangled up in the sheets with him after making love, your hair always splayed across the pillows and his chest like a halo. 

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GOT7~ When their S/O Calls Them “Baby Boy”

shallowyetsleek said: Hey I requested a reaction a while ago, and I loved it (thank you ) . Could I ask for another got7 reaction ? One when their S.O calls them baby boy

A/N: You’re very welcome for your last request anon, thank you for sticking around! Also, sorry this one took so long!{♥‿♥} please dont h8 me m8

(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Requests open for GOT7 AND BTS☜(゚ヮ゚☜)
All gif credits go to the rightful owner(s)

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Im Jaebum

When you called him baby boy, Jaebum would kinda just look at you *gif* and be like, “oh really”  then I could seen him getting all seductive and sexy

“I think it’s the other way around. Do you remember last night, Babygirl?”

Originally posted by daefsoul

Mark Tuan

He’d probably get all shy and his ears would turn all red and it’d just be so friggen cute. Although Mark might be the “quiet but rough in bed” type, he is still a little cinnabun  

“Shh, b-babe.”

Originally posted by ggot7

Jackson Wang

Wouldn’t even phase him. Jackson is all about them nicknames and shit like that, he probably wouldn’t even notice it but if he did, he’d think it’s the cutest thing ever

“How are you so cute?”

Originally posted by daefsoul

Park Jinyoung

Jinyoung is someone who like his muscularity so might not like it but if you’re just teasing him then he’d probs get jokingly defensive and throw some shade. Prepare for teasing war

“Remember that time I said I thought you were cute? I lied.”

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

Choi Youngjae

I don’t this would phase him simply due to his soft nature. He’s probably so use to this that he’d just act cute and call you Baby Girl. All-in-all you guy would end up cuddling

“Awe, Babygirl.”

Originally posted by youngjai

BamBam

He’d pretend to be offended and look at you in disbelief. He’d joke about it and stuff like you damaged his ego somehow but in all honesty he wouldn’t really care because you’re his princess and he loves you.

“Wha? How could you!?”

Originally posted by justrightforjb

Kim Yugyeom

He’d just look down at you (assuming you’re shorter) and start giggling like how he does when he doesn’t know what to do. Yugy would probs pull you into his chest and act all cute as he hugs you

“Ahh, Jagi, I love you.”

Originally posted by yugyeom


(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Requests open for GOT7 AND BTS☜(゚ヮ゚☜)
All gif credits go to the rightful owner(s)

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Unraveled | Part 2| NSFW

*READ A/N BEFORE READING*

Summary: After the rule was broken, you didn’t know what the status of your relationship with Tom stood. It worried you until one night.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing, light bondage

Word Count: 2,165

A/N: YOOOO! It’s a long one!! Sorry if it’s too long for you, but I wanted to develop it properly. This is 18+ only, please! I also dabbled in the sug*r da*dy/s*gar b*by relationship like last time. Smut begins after the forth break, but anyways enjoy and give me feedback. This was also requested by two anons to continue part one of Undone. Part 1 can be found here.


It had been a week since you both broke the rule. He hadn’t reached out to you since that afternoon when he dropped you off at your apartment. You just accepted that you would have to find someone else because you understood that things might just be weird between the two of you. It was until your cell phone rang and Tom’s name appeared on the screen. You took a big sigh and then answered.

“Hello,” you said.

“Come over,” he said, and then hung up.

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#YoiPositivityMovement

I know I didn’t say much when answering all of your asks (if i said anything at all), but I want to sincerely thank all of you for all of the support and love you’ve shown me recently.

Please give love to the other blogs experiencing hate right now, I’m not the only one. 

I also want to mention that this hate won’t change the way I run dandybek. This will still be a roleplay blog. 

I’m having a hard time addressing this. 

Scrolling through my dash and seeing your support has really helped me. I can’t thank all of you enough for the kind messages, asks, and posts. 

It still feels very strange to me. I have had very severe problems with anxiety and self harm in the past, and I’m not the only one. Sending people hate, people with thoughts, people with feelings, is monstrous. It makes you hate yourself, even though you did nothing wrong. 

For those who have sent me hate, I want you to know exactly how much you hurt me. I can’t look at the word ‘deserved’ anymore without panicking and thinking about your awful words. I was too scared to even open my ask box. I was scared to check my messages. I was scared to be on tumblr, which is a read shame considering that this is a ‘safe’ place for many. I couldn’t sleep last night. I keep thinking about what someone might have done to you (them) that would trigger you (them) to lash out at me. 

What can you do to help? 

I want to use this as an opportunity to spread some positivity in the fandom. 

If you’re reading this, go send 5 different blogs some love in their inbox. (Not me.) It can be anon or not, but try your best to make someone’s day. 

Make a post telling a blog how much you appreciate their work. Gift someone writing, or artwork. Make someone feel special. 

Tag everything as #YoiPositivityMovement , especially in the asks. I want to see how much love we can spread. 

Example: anonymous asked: you’re gr8 #yoipositivitymovement

Reblog this. Spread the word. Spread positivity. 

xoxo, dandybek

anonymous asked:

Imagine Rose Lalonde and Kanaya Maryam sending each other increasingly absurd You: and Me, an Intellectual: memes while at work all day and Kanaya's final one being like three pages long facilitated perfectly by her typing quirk.

TT: You: Good Morning Dear
TT: Me, an intellectual: Two hours have passed since the rising of the sun, and it is the first I have seen you since our planet’s last rotation.
GA: You:  Two hours have passed since the rising of the sun, and it is the first I have seen you since our planet’s last rotation.
GA: Me An Intellectual: Sunrise Was Three Hours Ago Yet My Wife Insists On Sleeping For Hours More Instead Of Spending Time With Me But Instead I Will Focus On The Fact That She Seems Conscious Now, And Remind Her That The Sun Has Already Risen
TT: You:  Sunrise Was Three Hours Ago Yet My Wife Insists On Sleeping For Hours More Instead Of Spending Time With Me But Instead I Will Focus On The Fact That She Seems Conscious Now, And Remind Her That The Sun Has Already Risen
TT: Me an intellectual: Nine-o’clock is a perfectly reasonable time to wake, yet my wife, being a backwards alien vampire, insists on rising with the sun instead of cuddling in bed with me longer.
GA: You:  Nine-o’clock is a perfectly reasonable time to wake, yet my wife, being a backwards alien vampire, insists on rising with the sun instead of cuddling in bed with me longer.
GA: Me An Intellectual: There Was Plenty Of Time For Cuddling Last Night But You Refused To Come To Bed When I Got Tired And Instead Stayed Up By Yourself Until Technically Morning Throwing Your Sleep Schedule Off So Much That You Would Do Well On Alternia And Forcing Me To Either Sleep For A Ludicrous Number Of Hours And Miss Prime Gardening Time Or Get Up And Be Whined At For Something You Yourself Perpetuated
GA: Furthermore

Decisions

Requests (combined): May I request a Castiel one shot where it’s just fluff? Like, Castiel and reader have just woken up from a great night and it’s all just pillow talk and fluff and small kisses? Thank you in advance if you do it! ~requested by an anon. AND If you’re still doing requests, could you do a Casxreader post-coital (wouldn’t hate you if you threw some during-coital in there too) ball of fluff? Lots of giggles and smiles and enough fluff to make build-a-bear look empty. ~requested by @fight-the-faeries

A/N: I seem to be getting back into my writing groove after the finale hit a little to hard. I didn’t think I’d be able to write Cas this soon. But here he is!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral (male receiving), fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Originally posted by spnfeed

Memories of last night flooded your mind as you began to wake up. You could feel that you were still safe and sound in Castiel’s arms with your head resting against his bare chest.

You felt safe next to Cas, you knew that he’d never let anything harm you. You knew that he’d be with you, always.

You could tell that he was still asleep just by the rhythm of his breathing. It’d taken him awhile after his grace was stolen, but he now slept peacefully. You readjusted yourself in his arms as you laid there, taking in his sweet, natural musk. The aroma of last night’s activities still lingering on his skin.

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anonymous asked:

Any good tae fics?? I need him in my life rn

wow what a horrible day to ask me such a question considering he’s been messing me up since last night D: lol i need less of him in my life but

cat got your tongue by @wonhopes 
backseat serenade by @jungkxook
the t-shirt thief by @jungblue
move like you want by @floralseokjin
experimental error by @kookingtae
slip through the seams by @deerguk
loving him, loving her by @jungblue
a friendly favour by @baeseoul

thats all i can think of right now but you should also check out my fic recs tag and read everything else by all the authors I mentioned :)

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!


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“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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Hangover

Anon prompt: “omg! I love your imagines! could you pretty please doone where jughead and the reader are at a party and juggie gets drunk and sings sex by the 1975 an then in the morning wakes up and doesnt remember dooing it? please!”

A/N: Sure can, sorry I didn’t post this last night :-( 

Tags: Alcohol tw, PDA

Originally posted by elizabethscooper


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