lookin' good as always

Dating Archie Andrews Would Include:

• Him letting you wear his clothes because he thought you looked cute in them

• “Here- take my shirt”

• “I have my own clothes… like right there”

• “Take mine, I insist”

• Telling you about how he used to be with Grundy, and you accepting it because he realized it was wrong

• Always playing with his hair

• “It’s soft, just let me touch it for a few more minutes”

• Him returning the favour and playing with your hair too

• “I’m not gonna complain, that feels nice”

• Sleeping over at each others houses and just cuddling while watching movies

• If you couldn’t spend the night you would text each other about random things and watch movies at the same time, from your own houses

• Being a part of the gang, and having everyone bother you about Archie

• “So, is he good in bed?”

• “Kevin- stop”

• Veronica and Betty making jokes about you stealing Archie from them

• “And I thought I would get Archiekins… oh well”

• Neck kisses from both of you

• Him always tracing patterns on your arm or stomach, and you doing the same to him

• Constant little dates at Pop’s, or the drive-in before it closed

• “I really actually like your face”

• Being the first person to hear his songs when he made them

• Often sitting while he recorded and listening, helping him with lyrics when he couldn’t think of any

• Encouraging him whenever he doubted his talent

• “Maybe music isn’t for me”

• “Archie Andrews shut your mouth, you are amazing”

• Helping Archie decide whether he wanted to go live with his mom

• “I would but- all of you guys are here, especially you. I can’t leave you, and I can’t leave my dad. Not now, not while all of this is happening”

• Always playfully shoving each other

• Eating breakfast and dinner with Archie and his dad, whenever you would spend the night

• Lots of forehead kisses

• Complimenting him just to see him blush and stutter

• Always making each other laugh, often without even meaning to

• Jughead always pretending to gag when he’d see you two kiss once he started living with Archie

• “Guys, i’m in the same room, please don’t start fucking”

• “Shut up Juggie, you’re just jealous”

• Chasing each other around the house because you were playing tag, or just trying to catch each other

• Archie’s dad seeing you sometimes and just shaking his head with a smile

• “You two never will grow up, huh?”

• “Never, Mr.Andrews”

• Always saying quiet “I love you’s” to each other

• Super protective Archie

• Always going to his football games and wearing his jacket, knowing he liked seeing you in it

• “You’d better win this game for me, Andrews”

• Endless nicknames, very rarely ‘normal’ ones

• “Arch, you’re my little apricot”

• “(Y/N)… why an apricot?”

• “Don’t question me”

• Him always walking around his house shirtless when it’s hot

• “Damn, Andrews. Lookin’ good”

• Him always flushing when you’d make your usual comment about him being shirtless

• He would always jokingly respond anyways

• “It’s hot, leave me alone”

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✨Tell Us What Your Craft Looks Like! 🔮

Witchcraft is versatile. It doesn’t have a strict, set image. What does your witchcraft look like?

My craft looks like globs of paint and gluing in random things in my grimoire that are never meant to be stuck on a page. It’s unplanned drawings, my awful handwriting, printed pictures and a million different aesthetics that don’t go together but exist side by side anyway.

My craft looks like me playing my miniature half inch harmonica necklace at my crystals because I can’t afford a sound bowl to cleanse them.

My craft looks like me shuffling my dirty clothes out of my ritual space with a feather in one hand, yarn in the other and 80’s death rock playing on my phone. It’s me facing out the window because it’s always too cold to go outside when you live in New York.

My craft looks like sigils written on my arm with liquid eyeliner because I don’t know if my acrylic paint is skin safe. It looks like me crocheting a scarf while playing an hour long YouTube video of a cat purring to keep the energies calm and relaxing.

My craft looks like me hauling my sixty pound tortoise outside in the summer and drawing in my sketchbook while I wait for the deer to come and check out my tortoise. It’s me looking up at the full moon and saying “ooo gurl, you’re lookin real good tonight. Nice job as always.”

What does your craft look like? I would love to hear about it!

Itsy, Bitsy Spider

Requested

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“Well, well,” Tony said. “Lookin’ good, Spidey. Y/N.”

Peter blushed the way he always did whenever Tony complimented him (even if the compliment was slightly sarcastic). “Th-thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“I usually don’t get all mushy, but honestly, I’m very proud of you two. Graduating high school is a big accomplishment. Especially considering your… extracurricular activities,” Tony said, shooting a wink to Peter.

“Will you come to our graduation party, Mr. Stark?” you asked. “We’re having cake. And punch. And I’m pretty sure someone will try to spike it.”

“As impressive as that sounds, I’ve got plans. Y’know, superhero multi-millionaire plans. But thanks for the invite, kiddo.”

You and Peter watched as Tony disappeared through the crowd.

“Don’t worry,” Peter said. “He’ll… he’s really nice most of the time. And if he weren’t so busy, I’m sure he’d come.”

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Unbeknownst to you, Tony had been keeping an eye on you ever since… well, ever since you and Peter had gotten together. That continued to be the case, even after you graduated and entered the ‘semi-adulthood’ stage.

“There you two are,” he said, joining your table at the café.

“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here?” Peter asked.

“Joining you two for lunch, obviously. So, what’s good here?” Tony picked up a menu, glanced at it quickly before tossing it back on the table, a small grimace on his face.

“What’s your ulterior motive?” you asked, taking a sip of your water.

“What do you mean?”

“What’s a big, important superhero multi-millionaire doing here in a small café with two teenagers?”

Tony straightened his shoulders. “Fine. Straight to the point. I like that.” He turned to Peter, hitching a thumb towards you. “I like her.”

Peter laughed slightly. “M-me too, Mr. Stark.”

“Look, you two are obviously in this for the long run. And since Spidey here is one of us, I’d like to formally offer you a room at STARK Tower.”

“Oh, Mr. Stark, we could never impose on you like that,” Peter said.

“Have you seen the size of the tower? You won’t be imposing. There are times when I go for days without seeing some of the others.”

Peter looked over at you. “Well… that’s quite the offer, Mr. Stark. Y/N and I will talk it over and in a few days–”

“We’d love to,” you interrupted. “When can we move in?”

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A week later, you and Peter stood in your new suite in STARK Tower. All of your belongings were unpacked, thanks to a few little robots from Tony (and actual help from Wanda and Steve).

“So…” you said, looking around.

“Yeah,” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We… live together.”

“Yeah, yeah we do.”

“You don’t… regret this, do you?”

“No! No, of course not.” Peter blanched. “Do you?”

You shook your head. “I mean, this is all so quick and strange and… I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, but… this feels right.”

Peter smiled. “I know, right?! I mean… yeah, of course.”

Tony knocked on the door. “Hey, lovebirds. You good?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark. And thank you so much for letting us come here,” Peter said.

Tony nodded. “What about you, Y/N? You good?”

“Yes.”

“You sure? Not feeling… ill?”

“Uh… no?”

“Okay, just making sure.”

You watched as Tony disappeared down the hall. “That was… weird.”

“Don’t worry about him,” Peter said. “He just… wants the best for us.”

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A few weeks later, your stomach began to turn at the mere thought of food. You emptied your stomach multiple times before finally feeling like you might be able to move away from the toilet. Peter looked up as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm. Maybe. Just don’t mention anything… edible.” You moved to the closet, pulling a pair of jeans out.

“Maybe you should just… stay in bed today.”

“No, no. I’ll be okay. Let me just… go throw up again.”

Somehow, you made it down to the living area. The team greeted you and offered you breakfast. You managed to hold back your vomit, settling for lemon tea. After ‘breakfast’, you made your way back up to your room to find a small box sitting on the bathroom sink.

‘Where did this come from?’ you thought, picking it up.

Normally, you wouldn’t have even considered opening the box. But now…

Peter was sitting on the bed when you opened the bathroom door. “Were you throwing up again?”

“Not this time. But I was doing something even more unfortunate.”

“What?”

“Peeing…”

Peter laughed. “Everyone does that, Y/N.”

“On a pregnancy test.”

“Oh?” Peter’s face dropped. “Oh! Oh. Oh… no. Wait… what did it say?”

You held the stick up. “I’m… pregnant.”

Peter’s mouth dropped open. He blubbered for a few moments like a fish. Then he jumped up, wrapping his arms around you. “Okay. Cool. Right. You’re gonna have a baby. No, wait, we’re gonna have a baby! Oh, boy. This is…”

“A mistake.”

Peter pulled back. “Is… is that really what you think?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. I just… this is so weird.” You looked up at Peter. “Can we really do this?”

“I’m sure we can. Probably. Maybe. Oh, God, this is all happening so fast!”

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Tony looked up as you and Peter entered the lab. “What’s with the long faces? Wifi not working in your room?”

Peter swallowed. “Um, Mr. Stark, Y/N and I… have something to tell you….”

“What’s that?”

“Um… well, you see… we kind of… well, I mean…”

“Spit it out, Underoos.”

“Pregnant.”

Tony said nothing.

“What I mean to say is, Y/N’s pregnant. Because of me.”

“I know how biology works, son.”

“Right. Of course, you do.”

Tony nodded once, turning back to the helmet he was tinkering with.

“Um… Mr. Stark?”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you… I mean… are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Because we’re young and irresponsible and how dare we assume you would be willing to open your home to a child and–”

“Enough, Y/N,” Tony said, looking up. “Look, I’ve known you were pregnant since basically the moment it happened.”

You and Peter shared a look. “What?”

“JARVIS is able to do incredibly in-depth body scans. I know how teenage bodies and minds work. I figured this would happen sooner or later so… I kept an eye on you.”

“Oh,” Peter said. “Right.”

“When JARVIS alerted me of the fertilization happening in Y/N, I sought you out and offered you a place to stay here. You two will need help with the baby. ‘It takes a village’, right? Who better to be your village than a team of superheroes?”

You and Peter shared another look. “Th-thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter said.

“Please don’t talk about ‘fertilization’ and me again,” you said.

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“Oh, my God.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you going to say anything else?”

“I… I don’t know. This is all so… oh, my God.”

You shook your head. “Come here.”

Peter carefully sat down on the hospital bed next to you. You placed the little bundle of blankets into his arms, watching as both Peter and Ben squirmed uncomfortably. Soon, both settled, figuring out how to function with the other. Peter looked as though he was holding on for dear life.

“You okay?”

“I just… don’t want to hurt him.”

“You won’t. You’re doing just fine.”

“Really? ‘Cause I feel like everything’s going wrong. Or it’ll go wrong very soon.”

“Shhh. Just… breathe.”

Tony poked his head in the room. “I hear there’s a new lifeform in here.”

“You make him sound as if he’s an alien,” you said.

“Jury’s still out,” Tony said, stepping in. He peered into Peter’s arms. “Cute. Kinda squishy, but still.”

“Aw, you hear that Ben? Uncle Tony thinks you’re cute.”

“You want to hold him?” Peter asked.

“I’ll pass until he can hold his head up on his own. And even then, there are no guarantees,” Tony said. “I just came by to tell you that Steve is making sure the final touches are put in the nursery. Everything will be ready when you three come home tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. Really.”

“Anytime, Underoos.” Tony reached down, squeezing your arm. “Ms. Underoos. Underoos Mini.”

master list update

Fixed a couple broken links in the original fic list. Links to Tell HerUnfilteredWalk You Home, and Shut Up should be working fine. Also, recent fics 100 and The Pick Up have been added.

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Pleasepleaseplease let me know if you ever encounter a bad link or I missed adding a fic to the list. Asks and messages are always open.