so done with your perfect face

House Aesthetics

Gryffindor: sneaking out of a bedroom window at night, rocking as far back as possible in a rocking chair, risky dares, getting soaked by the rain with a group of friends, screaming as loud as possible, holding your breath until your lungs burn, jumping into a pool fully clothed, being ridiculous in public, embarrassing your friends, laughing so hard your cheeks hurt, the stinging feeling on your face from the cold, getting away with breaking the rules

Ravenclaw: reading the perfect book, watching old movies, getting a perfect grade after a full night studying, long naps on the couch, discovering new/weird words to use, a perfectly organized binder, learning a new language, finishing homework early, creating a perfect, eye-pleasing aesthetic, completely understanding a new topic in class, studying with a group of friends and getting nothing done, making inside jokes

Hufflepuff: snuggling in a fluffy blanket, drinking hot cocoa when it’s cold outside, building pillow forts with your best friend, group hugs, making people smile, sharing secrets late at night, warm cookies, singing along to Disney movies, road trips with a group of your closest friends, doodling in the margins of your notebook, making people laugh, making new friends, helping someone understand what the teacher just explained

Slytherin: taking cold showers and climbing into a warm bed, listening to music on a turntable, prank wars, falling asleep while watching a movie, writing, coffee in the morning, winning a board game, freshly cut hair, being perfectly sarcastic, smirks, gossiping at sleepovers, winning an argument, getting compliments, proving someone wrong, tears from yawning, looking at the stars, airplane take-offs

if you’re struggling for AU ideas take a look-see at this list i wrote for my friend who dubbed it “better than the 10 commandments" 

1)     Coffee shop AU

i)       Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee order

ii)      I’m worried about your coffee dependency

iii)     you accidentally poured boiling hot coffee over me so you’re responsible for taking me to A&E

iv)     you give me a different fake name every time you come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino

2)      Flower shop AU

i)       You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m concerned as to why

ii)      I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that

iii)     (this is also a good way to incorporate flower meanings eg, buying certain colours/types for person to represent feelings etc.)

3)      Library AU

i)       You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down

ii)      I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying

iii)     The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere

4)      Awful first time meeting

i)       I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something

ii)      I thought you were my friend who’s just done something awful to me (read: cut my hair while I slept, dyed all of my clothes pink, etc. etc.) because you look similar from behind so I stormed up to you and shoved you from behind while calling you an asshole

iii)     You get the gist to this one

iv)     Oooh when you told me your name I thought you were joking because it’s fucking awful and I made a joke about it and things got awkward real fucking fast (perfect for a Hannibal au just saying)

5)      Weird places to meet/awkward meetings in general

i)       We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together

ii)      “okay I know that being in the woods at 2am is a weird thing to be doing but my friend called me and- wait, why are you in the woods at 2am, fuck I’m going to die aren’t I?”

iii)     A personal favourite of mine – first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

iv)     We keep accidentally running into each other I’m not a stalker I swear

v)      You live across from me in our apartments and we smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and oh you’re the stripper at my friend’s stag do/hen night fuck this is really uncomfortable

vi)     “My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”

6)      Friends to romance – pining and all that wonderful shit

i)       You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

ii)      I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex

iii)     You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too?

iv)     Somewhere along the way of getting into bar fights together, staying up all night with movie marathons, other friendship things, I’ve fallen in love with you but oh my god this could ruin EVERYTHING

v)      Friends with benefits oh wait I like you

7)      FAKE DATING HOLY SHIT I LIVE FOR THIS

i)       It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me

ii)      My homophobic parents are coming to visit will you pretend to date me as an extra “fuck you”?

iii)     There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?

iv)     I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP

8)      Soulmate aus

i)       The first words your true love(s) will say to you are tattooed on you and why the fuck are their first words something really ridiculous like ‘I’ll pay you a tenner to punch me in the face’ or ‘quick what’s your favourite animal’ or ‘fucking shit hell holy fuck wow oh my god jesus h Christ fuck me’ etc. or even worse a really ridiculous song lyric like  the opening lines of uptown funk or a high school musical song or smthing did you have to serenade me the first time you saw me asshole?

ii)      You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or an overwhelming feeling that Thatcher was a good prime minister or an image in my mind of a fucking unicorn

iii)     The more ridiculous the better actually

iv)     Something like whenever your soulmate sings a duet you can’t help but join in and my fucking soulmate is in a goddamn band but I can’t sing for shit

v)      Or maybe something like soulmates always sneeze at the same time and I cant be sure but me and this kid in my French class just sneezed at the same time are we soulmates or was it a coincidence (proceed w character trying to make themselves sneeze around said person to see what’s what)

9)      Alternate universes for real

i)       Mermaids

ii)      Siren and asexual pirate who doesn’t understand why all his crew are losing their shit that person has a nice voice sure but what the fuck is happening

iii)     Hogwarts

iv)     We live in a world where the greek gods are real and you went and got yourself cursed and now I have to go on a fucking quest to sort this shit out why do I love you again?

v)      Pacific rim au (either they’re drift compatible or one of them is a ranger and the other stresses constantly bc what if they die yes I have read a fic like this no I didn’t come up with this one but it’s fucking good) (also if you haven’t seen that film go watch it now)

vi)     Literally any movie or book universe you like tbh just go for it

10)   Other aus that I like

i)       I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck

ii)      We work in the same office and you have a goddamn squeaky chair and you wONT FUCKING STOP SQUEAKING IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT ANNOYS ME

iii)     Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

iv)     It started to snow and I’m the only one of our friends who would go outside with you – I soon found out why none of the others would go out in the snow with you (this works best if they’re new friends who don’t know each other all that well) when you shoved a handful of snow down my back and declared snow war

v)      It’s nowhere near Christmas it’s literally still November would you calm down about Christmas wait no why are you getting the tree out no stop please stop (if you do this pre-relationship you can have the grouchy one secretly finding the other’s excitement endearing and falling in love with them actually that works for established relationship too)

vi)     Current partner got a new job in America (or other country far away) and we’re getting by on skype calls and emails but it’s not easy and then I met someone new (can be poly or can be finding the OTP person)

vii)   You want us both to get in shape and I hate working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do for my friends and their nice asses

viii)  Carrying on from 10.vii. you’ve caught me checking you out in what I thought was a subtle way too many times and now you’re calling me out on it what do I do???

ix)     You’re an actor/other famous person that I really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or not to say hi you came up to me and started flirting what do I do??

x)      You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute

xi)     I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious and shut up you dumb fuck you don’t know me aahhh

xii)   I’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please I’m trying to work no I can’t dance with you omg let me find you some water

xiii)  Our best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”

xiv)  You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no

Okay I could go on forever but this is over 1,500 words of auing already I have too many ideas christ

send me some to @theskyis-forever with a pairing for me to write :)

AU where instead of going to Samwell, Jack starts a widely successful Publicly Broadcast show for children.

Jack learns that he is great with kids after coaching them for a little over two years. Moreover, kids are good with Jack. There is no pressure to be anything other than who he is.


It all starts with a local news program doing a fluff piece on Jack Zimmermann’s coaching ability. But then it turned into something completely different when Jack skated onto camera and started to introduce every single one of his kids and what was special about them. He was…really enchanting actually. He didn’t ever really talk down to them. Jack just treated them as a tiny friend. 

They ARE his tiny friends, but that’s not the point. 

The footage they got of “snack time” was really the best. Imagine a good 16 kids piled around this massive man teaching them the best way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

 It should have been obvious that a local channel would contact him. It still surprises Jack. They want him to host a show? Why? Everyone always teased him about how impersonable he was during interviews. Is it because he’s Jack Zimmermann’s son? Or Alicia’s? 

Jack asks all of these questions to his mother and she just laughs. “You made a PB&J interesting to 16 kids just by being you”

Jack figures it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. 

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NHL!Bitty, Part X - Body Issue(s)

ESPN Magazine comes calling. Eric makes a creative choice. Jack gets excited.

NHL!Bitty Masterpost!


Cold. Colder. Freezing.

“The Body Issue, Bits. You can’t turn this down, and if I did it for you, you have to do it for me.”

Actually, a three-hour naked photoshoot on ice is definitely something he can turn down, but he promised Jack he would participate if asked. Granted, it was a sleep-deprived, post-coital promise, but a promise just the same. 

A copy of the spread from Jack’s issue is already tastefully hung in the master bathroom of his townhouse. Eric will have to get his framed to match.

It’s not about the nudity, except, maybe it is a little bit, but he’s worked hard to get his body to look this good. His ass may never be in the same arena as Jack’s magnificent backside, but hell, if the whole world got to ogle Jack, why can’t Eric get some love, too? 

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anonymous asked:

And problematic things Finn did to Rey: Refused to stop taking her hand after being told once. Once is enough. Physically assaulted her by climbing on her, sexually harrassed her by asking a pointed sexual question when they were alone, abandoned her, put her in danger on Starkiller Base, made her a target because he was too useless to fight effectively.

Wow. You know, I’m not surprised that these are your arguments, because these are the same tired complaints I’ve seen Reyl0s yawn on about ever since last December. FinnRey fans could practically argue against these in our sleep. However…sure. What the hell? I’ll answer anyway.

Refused to stop taking her hand after being told once. Once is enough.

Did you miss the part where Finn was literally pulling Rey out of danger? Taking her hand and tugging her is much quicker and more effective than yelling, “RUN,” waiting for Rey to react, and then seeing if she even catches the danger in time. Had Finn not taken Rey’s hand, she would have died. She would be gone. Blown up. History. Besides, I’m guessing you took a pee break when Rey crawled over to Finn after he got briefly knocked out from the explosion, because she offered her hand and was perfectly comfortable with physical contact after that. She understood why Finn was taking her hand before. 

Physically assaulted her by climbing on her,

Climbing on her? Seriously? Using her head to prop his hand on and stand properly in his seat is not “climbing on her.” Was it rude? Maybe a bit, but Rey was only slightly annoyed and got over it in 0.5 seconds. You’re making it sound like he forced himself on her lap or pinned her down in her seat or something. That’s…not a good look on your part.

sexually harrassed her by asking a pointed sexual question when they were alone,

What? Are you talking about? Are you referring to him asking if she had a boyfriend? That’s hardly sexual. It’s basically like him asking, “Hey, are you single?” Since when does that indicate sexual harassment? Is asking a girl on a date sexual harassment to you? 

abandoned her,

And then, you know, came back to save her, which was the whole entire point of his character arc. That would be like saying Han abandoned Luke before the Death Star mission, and then turning the movie off right before Han swoops in to have Luke’s back. 

put her in danger on Starkiller Base,

Receipts?

made her a target because he was too useless to fight effectively.

Yeah, Finn lost the fight on Starkiller, but you know the funny thing about your point here? You know the hilarious part? The only reason either of them were in danger in the first place was because of Kylo. You know, the Dreamboat™ you think is so perfect for Rey. In fact, let’s unpack some of the terrible things Kylo has done to Rey:

  • Knocked her unconscious and then proceeded to carry her against her will onto his ship.
  • Invaded her mind, a procedure that Pablo Hidalgo has confirmed is physically painful for the victim, and rubbed her insecurities/private thoughts in her face. Please note he was also doing this in order to get info to murder his uncle with, but I’m assuming you don’t care about Luke either, so I digress.
  • Murdered Han, a friend of Rey’s, before Rey’s very eyes.
  • Immediately chased after Rey and Finn in the forest and taunted them with Han’s death. (”Han Solo can’t save you!”)
  • Threw Rey into a tree.
  • Seriously injured Rey’s good friend, just because he could.
  • Had Rey locked over a cliff, a very threatening situation that was clearly meant to frighten Rey into joining his side.

So you know, anything Finn might have done is absolutely microscopic compared to what Benny Boy Wonder was up to in TFA. I think you need to sit down, watch TFA again, and seriously consider the reasoning behind you thinking the way you do, because I have a very hard time believing that you nitpicking Finn for all of these non-issues, yet letting everything Kylo does slide, isn’t driven by racism in some way. 

You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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No Love (M) | Part One

Long List of Warnings (trigger warnings)

Angst, Unfaithful Reader, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Slight Sexism, Social Issues, Child Abuse (non-sexual), Unhealthy Relationship Depiction, Unstable Reader, Slightly Manipulative Reader, Sex & stuff.

Disclaimer: Other Kpop artist/Fictional Characters are portrayed in this, this is not an accurate representation of their personality so please do NOT get offended.  

Word Count: 9.9k+

Description: After a two-year breakup with Yoongi, you suddenly run into him again at your boyfriend’s party. Drunk and alone, Yoongi passes out on you, and you convince Jiwon (your boyfiend) to let Yoongi stay over for the night without telling him about your history. Jiwon, who invited Yoongi as a business colleague, is willing. But little does he know that it will wreck havoc on your relationship. (Takes place the morning after this happens.)

Request:  “Hey could you do a daddy kink with Yoongi, please?”

A/N: You probably expected this to be a hot smut without any emotional roller coasters at all, didn’t you? Title is actually a song by Lyves that I listened to while writing the reader opening Yoongi’s present scene. - Admin Baby  

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Once Upon a Time

Bucky x Reader Oneshot

Summary – You and Bucky bond over a shared love for fairy tale endings.

Warnings – Pure fluff…be warned…it could rot your teeth out!

Word Count – 2,381

Notes – This is a birthday fic to the beautifully sweet Mariana @buckysberrie.  Happy Birthday my dear!!  If any of you have ever read one of her fic reviews, you’ll know how much she loves her inner dialogue.  I’ve written her a Bucky fic in this style before and it turned out really cute!  I hope this one is just as adorable.  For those of you who watch OUAT, I didn’t start with this season…you’ll see why when you read it!   As always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!

Masterlist

Originally posted by myreblogpage0


Words in italics are the Reader’s internal dialogue

When the Quinjet touched down on the roof of the Avengers Compound in Upstate New York, all you could think about was a hot shower, something to eat, and a Netflix binge of your newest favorite TV show.  You and Wanda had been undercover for the past month and you had just made it the end of Season One of Once Upon a Time.  You were desperate to get caught up so you could watch the newest season live this fall.

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|| the rosewater potion ||

[[request prompt: /Harry Potter au/ …Person A (reader) was making a love potion for her crush and person B (Peter/her enemy) accidentally drank it. Nothing happened to them so person A thought she did it wrong and gave the rest to her best friend who /did/ actually fall in love w somebody meaning it worked…]]

guys, I’m sorry!! I know I said I would quit writing to focus on a personal project of mine, but I just got this request sent to me like a few hours ago and I just HAD to write it.

also a bit of a warning, peter is kind of an asshole in this story so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @lovelybaka , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry , @aenna-4 , @mcheung0314 , @samanthasmileys

word count: 2,800+

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

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You were staring at your crush, admiring his handsome features from afar as you had your Potions textbook open. Before your beloved Daniel stepped into the scene, you had been researching the recipe to make the perfect love potion, and you were determined to use it on Daniel.

Flakes of snow gently fell across the courtyard, making you shiver a bit from your seat on the bench. Your cheeks were turned into a rosy red as the air came out of your lips in wispy puffs, but you didn’t mind the cold so long as Daniel was around.

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lovelytitania  asked:

Yuuri and Victor got too drunk in Sochi and decided they really hit it off, so they got married. Right there. Victor cries because his new son vicchan passed away before he even met him...

Victor Nikiforov tries to make it a point in life to not have any regrets.

So marrying Katsuki Yuuri is definitely not going to be one, if he can help it.

“Victor,” the man giggles now, poking his cheek. “Your turn.”

He’s so, so beautiful. A drizzle of champagne drying on his chin, that god-awful tie wrapped around his hair. His shirt wrinkled, half of its buttons gone. His trousers, entirely disappeared.

(Victor likes that. He likes that he’s marrying a man who’s not wearing any pants. He’s so trendy. Always doing things no one’s done before, surely. He can’t wait to tell Yakov, already eagerly anticipating the strangled sigh-groan-combination that’s become sweet music to Victor’s ears.)

“Your vows, Vic-Victor,” Yuuri prompts him, his laughing mouth relaxing into a small smile on his perfect, perfect face.

Victor blinks. “Right.”

He glances at the minister, who is smiling very politely at them. He’s a bit red-faced from having a wad of rubles thrown at him to “marry us right now, пожалуйста, right now, right here, onegai.“ The man had pointed them towards some preliminary paperwork, asking them several times, “Listen, you have to sign here but are you absolutely sure—”

The looks that they gave him shut him up right away.

“I’m marrying this man,” Yuuri had announced. “So hard. I’m marrying him so, so hard, and then afterwards…” He hiccupped. “Afterwards, I get to take him back to the hotel and-and…”

Yuuri went on to describe in full detail—or in as full a detail as a man pumped full of two bottles of champagne can go—several lovely, intimate, exhaustive courses of action that he also swore he would do so hard. It was perfect (everything he does is so perfect), the minister said he appreciated it, and Victor found himself nodding along tearfully and crashing hard, the impact greater than any fall he ever made on the ice but softer than the thousand-thread-count Egyptian cotton comforter he falls into every night that he’s back home in St. Petersburg.

Which reminds him.

“St. Petersburg, Yuuri,” he says excitedly, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him close. “Can’t wait to take you home, show you around, you’ll get to see Makkachin and—you have a dog, right? You’ll bring your dog, and we’ll…”

Yuuri’s eyes fill with tears. “Vicchan is dead.”

“Vicchan? Oh, that’s so cute, that’s like my name, maybe we can  make Makkachin’s middle name Yura, then, except—” Victor stops. “Did you say dead?”

Yuuri nods, clutching fistfuls of Victor’s shirt, tears streaming steadily down his face now. “He… there was…”

Perhaps the only regret he’ll have of tonight, then, is learning the news that he’ll never get to see his son and namesake, but he includes in his vows several animals that they’ll raise together, along with the names of four children that he’d decided on since thirty-eight minutes ago. Yuuri sloppily wipes his face with his wrist, pushing his glasses up adorably before adjusting them back on his perfect, perfect nose and saying with a cracked voice and a perfect, perfect smile—

“I do.”

Notes

Everyone and their mother has done a version of this story in the last few days, but I got a few requests, so here’s my take!

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Your heart sank when you heard his voice crack.

He recovered right away, which you knew he would, but the subtle look of disappointment on his face when the performance ended was obvious to you. He had been rehearsing so long and practicing so hard all week to make sure the performance was perfect; he had even stopped his band more than once to ask if he could redo a certain section because he knew he get it better. The last rehearsal before the show, he had nailed every single note but now, when it was live, he had missed one and you knew he wasn’t happy about it.

The crowd was still ecstatic when he finished and you knew that no one other than Harry was going to care about his voice cracking, but Harry was his own worst critic and you had seen the result of that more than once over the course of your relationship.

There had been a few nights – down in Jamaica – where Harry had come home from a long day at the studio and went straight into the sitting room to continue working on lyrics, even though you were in a bathing suit and preparing to take a dip in the private Jacuzzi outside your apartment.

“Harry, you’ve been at this for hours,” you would say, “Take a break and come swim with me.”

No matter how much you tried to persuade him by wrapping your arms around his shoulders or shoving your scantily clad body into his back or pressing kisses to his neck, he wouldn’t give in.

“M’sorry babe. I need to finish this.”

“I bet all the other guys have gone to bed. You’re going back to the studio tomorrow; I’m sure all the words will be the same by then.”

He would let out a slightly annoyed sigh and turn ever-so-slightly in his chair.

“I’ve been workin’ on this one for days, (Y/N). It needs to be perfect and I can’t get it where I want it.”

You had enjoyed your time with Harry in Jamaica – you really had – but it was nights like that where you worried about his well-being. Harry would work until he collapsed if you let him; that’s why you were happy he had surrounded himself with so many people who weren’t going to let that happen. More than one night, his bandmates had forced him to take a break and go back to the apartment for dinner and to spend some time with you. You hadn’t expected to see Harry all that much while you were down here, but those little moments during the evening were always nice.

Harry was much more worried about his album being perfect than you knew anyone else was, but that was just how Harry operated.

Which is why you knew he wasn’t going to be happy about missing that note.

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Haunted

Originally posted by t-raylodytello

Donatello x Reader

Haunted

Prompt: Donnie x ghost reader? She can walk through walls and she floats, nothing can touch her, but she can touch others and pick up objects if she wants. She also has a ghostly howl.

Note: Aaaaaaaah that’s so cute!!

You didn’t know how it had happened, but somehow, one morning you woke up and you weren’t the same. You couldn’t keep your feet on the ground, and everyone seemed to walk through you. You thought, wished it was some horrible dream. But it wasn’t. It was a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

The days stretched to weeks to months and you found ways to pass the time, exploring the city of New York. You found coffee shops tucked in the quaintest places, bookstores full of brand new books. And you found in these places that you could interact with things. Objects mostly. But if you tried hard enough, sometimes you could interact with people. Some people, mostly animals and small children, could see you regardless of if you were trying to be seen or not. And you had been told by a little girl that you looked like an angel.

Nowadays, you were wandering the parts of New York other people couldn’t dream of finding. Abandoned churches covered in vines, old trees with initials carved in hearts, and now, a utopia underground.

It was amazing. Nothing you’d ever seen before. There were gadgets and gizmos everywhere, and more pizza boxes than you could ever dream to count. And one room, you found had quite the collection of classic novels. So, seeing as no one was there, you grabbed one of them and floated over the couch cross-legged and began to read.

It wasn’t for a few hours that you had company, all of which could see you. You were oblivious, still so caught up in the novel that you hadn’t noticed them come in.

“Ummm…” You looked up and met the eyes of a green mutant something or another. Bright blue eyes and a confused expression. “What are you, dudette?”

“I’m not really sure, to be honest.” You answered. “I just kind of am.”

“Is that my book?” Asked the tallest of the four. He was wearing a bright purple bandana and was covered in tech. He seemed to scan you with his goggles.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just got bored, and I can’t really interact with many things and so books are kind of-”

“N-no, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” He shook his head.

“Why are you here?” The one in the blue mask took a step forward and looked over you. “How did you find us?”

“When you spend a few months like this, you find all sorts of places.”

“Fascinating…” the one with the purple mask whispered as he examined his scans. “So you can interact with objects.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re invisible to humans.”

“I’m invisible to everyone except animals and small children.”

“Well, Mikey is both, so you’re covered.” The big one in the red mask chuckled.

“Hey!” retorted the one you assumed was Mikey.

“So, I’m sorry for barging in. I’ll just leave now.”

“You don’t have to leave.” The one in the blue mask said. “We uh, understand what it’s like to be alone.”

“So I can hang out here?”

“Yeah, bro!” Mikey said. “Wanna play Mario Kart?!”

“Do you really wanna get beat by a ghost?” You laughed. The boys smiled as you flew off after Mikey.

***

“Hey.” You drifted into Donnie’s lab later that night.

“Aah!” He jumped and dropped something made of glass.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to spook you.”

“I-it’s all right. I was actually kind of hoping you would come in here.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“So I could ask you a few questions.” He motioned to you. “About…what you are. For science.”

“Sure!” You hovered closer to his desk.

“Okay, so…” he pulled out a notebook and pushed his glasses up his snout. “When did this happen?”

“Two months ago.”

“How did it happen?”

“I just kind of woke up like this. There was no body or anything, it wasn’t a car crash…I’m not exactly sure how I ended up like this.”

“Interesting.”

“Like, I can’t walk. I’ve tried to ground myself, but I can’t. All I can do is float. I can touch objects, but it has to be very deliberate. Anything I interact could fall right through me. Even holding a book for a few hours took a lot of practice.”

“Mmhmm…” He hummed as his paper scratched across the paper. “Can you touch living things?”

“It’s kind of hard, but…” You held up your hand and waited for Donnie to look up and notice what you were doing. He slowly raised a large green three-fingered hand to meet yours. You focused all of your being into your fingers and palm, and pressed it against his. He shivered.

“You’re so cold. And tingly.”

“You know that feeling you get when your foot falls asleep? I think I’m made of that.”

“Casper?” He picked up your reference immediately.

“I haven’t seen that movie in a very long time.” You sighed. “I’m still working on electronics…”

“We have it. I could pop it in for you if you want.”

“Only if you watch it with me.”

There was a pause.

“What?”

“You’ve gotta take a break sometime, right? I think there’s more to you than meets the eye, Donatello.”

“Donnie.”

“Hmm?”

“Call me Donnie.”

“All right, Donnie. What do you say then?”

He smiled and nodded gently.

“Sure.”

***

Weeks later, you had found that when the brothers weren’t out on patrol, you often found yourself in Donnie’s lab. You think it helped him to have company while he worked. And whether you were talking to him or just floating in the corner of the room while reading his books, he seemed to work better with you there than without.

You also nudged him to take care of himself while he was busy, reminding him to drink water and take stretch breaks and get to sleep at a reasonable time. In your short time here, you had helped him function better than he ever had.

“How’re you doing today, Don?” You floated in through the closed door and draped your ghostly arms around his shoulders. He shuddered at the cold.

“G-great. How did you sleep?”

“I don’t.” you reminded him. He nodded.

“Oh right.” A small chuckle. “I keep forgetting.”

“Did finish Huckleberry Finn though.” You set it on his desk. “Thanks for letting me borrow it, by the way.”

“No problem.” He pointed to the back corner, where he kept all of his books. “You can borrow anything you want.”

“Sweet thanks!” You floated back there and rummaged through the shelf to find another book to read. The lair was so quiet when the boys were asleep. It was the perfect time to get some reading done. “Ooh, Dante’s Inferno.”

“So I have a question for you.”

“All right, shoot.” You floated back over to him, book in hand. He stood up just as you were next to him and came very, very close to stepping through you.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there.”

“You’re fine.” You looked up at him, the closest you’d ever been to him. And with your half-foot of float, you were only about half a foot from his face. God, he was tall. There were a few moments of quiet before he caught his train of thought.

“So, are you sure you’re dead?”

“Well, I mean…I’m a ghost, so I assumed I kind of must be.”

“I don’t think you are. I really don’t.” Donnie sat back down and pulled up some diagrams on his computer. “I think you’re trapped between two dimensions. Around the time of the Kraang invasion was when this happened, right?”

“Yeah…”

“I think you got spliced with a blast of interdimensional energy and it…it trapped you here and there simultaneously.”

“Okay.” You nodded, eyebrows drawing together as you mulled over the things he was telling you. “So I’m not a ghost, I’m just…whatever this is?”

“Yes, I think so.” He paused, looking at you when he told you the next thing. The more important thing. Possibly the most important thing he would ever tell you in the history of ever. “And I think I can reverse it.”

***

“You know he’s in love with you, right?” asked Mikey as you watched Donnie work from afar.

“What?” you blushed scarlet. “No, I don’t think he-”

“Nah, Mike’s right.” Raph nodded in agreement. “All he ever does is think about you, work on a cure. He ain’t ever done that before. He’s in love.”

“You can’t be serious. I’m just a ghost. I’m not even real. Yet. I can’t even touch him…or hold him…”

“Maybe that’s why he’s working so hard.” Mikey pointed out. You blushed even harder.

“Shut up.”

“You never know~” Mikey waggled his eyebrows. You wanted to smack him.

***

The more you worked with Donnie, the more you realized his brothers could be right about his feelings for you. You started to notice little things here and there. Little smiles when he talked to you, the change in the tone of his voice, little inside jokes that set him off. And every day, you found yourself falling harder for the tall brainy turtle. You knew it would be hard to love him, especially considering the fact that you couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hug him, couldn’t kiss him without causing him to get a chill. That’s what he got for falling in love with a ghost.

And so you haunted him for weeks that were quickly turning into months, floating around his lab, making him coffee in the early hours of the morning, and then pulling the blankets up around him at night. You took care of him. You looked after him. And he thanked you for it every day.

And then came the breakthrough.

He knew how to fix you. He knew how to return you to normal. The construction of the machine only took a few days, and then it was time.

“Okay, so when I turn it on, there’ll be a jolt and then you’ll be normal again. Hopefully. If not, we’ll go back to the drawing board and start over.”

“And what if it doesn’t work?” Leo asked. Mikey and Raph were there too, waiting to see what would happen.

“It’ll work.” You said with certainty. “I trust you.” Donnie’s heart raced.

“All right. Here goes.” His fingers shook as he moved the controls and then, finally, one of his thick fingers pressed the button.

You disappeared.

***

You had the worst headache in the world, you decided. How had you even gotten here? You had had the weirdest dream ever. Four gigantic mutant turtles were living in a sewer, and…had you been a ghost? Weird. Very weird.

You sat up in bed and looked around at your apartment room. There were cobwebs everywhere and…was that snow outside? Snow? In July? No. This couldn’t be. You pulled your very dusty phone off of the charger and looked at the date. December. No. Noooo. That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t possibly be right. Had you just skipped six months of your life? Had you gone into a coma? No. You couldn’t have, could you?

And yet, the more you thought about your strange dream, the less and less it seemed like a dream and the more and more it began to feel…real. Too real. You unlocked your phone only to find literally hundreds and hundreds of texts and emails from friends and family. It was like you had just disappeared. But you knew there was something in between. Some place underground. A lair. And four turtle brothers. Leo, Raph, Mikey, and…Donnie.

How could you have forgotten Donnie? Donnie and his wonderful collection of books. Donnie and his knowledge of all things nerd. Donnie and the bo staff. Donnie and the gigantic crush you had harbored for him.

Your fingers opened your phone and dialed a number. A number you had memorized just in case. Just in case you could ever use a phone again. You dialed it and waited and waited and waited as it rang. Hoping, praying he would pick up.

“Please please please…”

And then…

“H-hello?” a choked up voice that sounded so different now that you actually had ears.

“Donnie?”

A loud gasp. “(Y/N)?!”

“What happened?”

“You disappeared. I thought…I th-thought you were gone. Where are you?”

“I woke up at my apartment.” You told him your address. And then you waited and waited for him to finally knock on your bedroom window. You didn’t even wait for him to clamber inside, hugging him as he crouched on the fire escape. “It worked! It really worked! Thank you.”

“D-don’t mention it.” His voice was soft. Remnants of tears were still trailing down his scaly cheeks. You reached up to wipe them away.

“Shhhhh….” You shushed him as he started to cry again, pulling him back into you. “It’s okay. I’m here now. It’s all right.”

“I’m sorry. I just…lost you.”

“Let’s go back to the lair, all right? Get some pizza to celebrate? I’ve never been this hungry in my entire life.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Donnie smiled and nodded. He took your hand and helped you out the window. You followed him down through the sewers to the lair. God, it looked so different in real life. So big and bright and colorful.

“Honeys, I’m home!” You called into the solemn lair. The moping turtles sprang up to meet you. Immediately, Mikey swept you up in a bear hug.

“Dudette, you’re not dead!”

“No, I’m not.” You laughed.

“Glad to have you here. Like, really here.” Leo said.

“Glad to be here.”

“So Don, now that yer girlfriend’s real, there better not be too much PDA ‘round here.” Raph smirked.

“G-girlfriend?” Donnie’s voice squeaked. “No, I don’t…we’re not…”

“Do you want to be?” your voice was quiet. You didn’t realize how tall he was until now. You couldn’t just float up to his eye level anymore. You just had to look up at his towering form.

“Yes.”

“Well, then. It’s settled. Boyfriend.” You grabbed the tails of his mask and gently tugged until he was stooping over low enough to kiss you. His lips were soft and sweet and perfect. When you pulled apart he rested his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You pecked the corner of his lips, causing him to blush.

“I think I might understand.”

Steve's little insecurity

So here is a headcanon I’ve had in my head forever, and @v-writings wanted it posted on her blog after I shared it with her so here we are folks, for some Captain Ameribae love
Alright buckle up:

• Steve is lowkey insecure of his body, because there is a little voice in his mind that keeps repeating “it’s not you, it’s the serum. You were a scrawny little nothing, always sick, a burden. It’s the serum that made you desirable. Nothing else”
• but he fights it because he can’t afford to let bad thoughts eating him like that, so he prides himself on the thing he had before the serum: his eyes, his voice (ugh it’s so sexy I can’t), and his gentle hands, those of an artist.
• One night, after a very satisfying love-making session, while he has you wrapped in his embrace and his head is sprawled on you chest, he quietly mumbles how he hates how his body has changed, and the reason behind it, he feels like a fraud.
• You take the information and caress his hair while he talks, and once he’s done you bring is face to yours and start kissing him with such intensity it makes his head spin and he moans sweetly into your mouth.
• One of your hand is fisted in his hair and the other is looking out to entangle your fingers.
• Once you have you stop kissing him and he whines lowly making you chuckle. You bring his fingers to your face and cradle it into his gentle fingers, pressing your lips with so much reverence he melts into your touch.
•"My beautiful love. My perfect angel. You have nothing to hate about yourself, you are so good for everybody Steve. Especially me. And the size of your muscles has nothing to do with it. I adore every inch of you"
•He has tears in his eyes and shudders when you press kisses to the inner part of his wrist and you continue your path of kisses on every patch of skin available, staying true to your words ~

(Please tell me what you thought about it it’s the firs time I write here in Tumblr and please take notice English isn’t my first language, so please, if there are any mistakes TELL ME)

random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV

“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”

“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”

“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”

In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it.
Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”

“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”

“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”

Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto*
Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.”
Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”

“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”

*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene*
Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–”
Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”

*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”

“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”

“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”

“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”

*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”

“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”

*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”

“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”

Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!”
Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”

“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”

“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”

*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”

*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”

“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”

Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.”
Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”

“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”

*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”

*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.”
Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.”
Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.”
Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.”
Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”

*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”

“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”

Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!”
Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.”
Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!”
Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”

“Why aren’t your lips moving Ignis?”

  • Keith: *smiles*
  • Lance: *internally* Oh my god, you're hot??? I think I love you??? That smile could cure cancer??? You're perfect???
  • Keith: Hello, Lance.
  • Lance: *internally* Oh my god you're talking to me I love you I love your face I love your voice I don't deserve this gift to humanity you are so cute it hurts my soul ah,,,
  • Lance: *externally* Hey Keith.

i should have done more but this is all my attention span would allow ahaha

@terror-in-the-dream​ - yo i AM LIVING for your style, the spacing between your features is like so different but PERFECT like im crying, and DON’T even get me started on ur colours ;-; its like im in a foggy kaleidoscope daydream whenever i look at it, like im teleported into a soft warm summer haze.

@eightmonkeys - your style is so unique, you pick certain features and exaggerate them and like????? it always looks so good???? and all your faces are so different and i can always tell exactly who it is???? also the way you draw Laurens is AMAZING <3 A++++++++ so good

Perfect ~ Reggie Mantle x Reader

Request:  Could you do a Reggie x Reader where reader is super outgoing and popular but on the inside hates being out there and can’t change it because it’s a way to hide her feelings? also can you make her lose all her friends at one point (because that’s what’s happening to me. i’m not salty or anything :/) and then Reggie comforts her? thanks. there’s literally no Reggie imagines but he’s hot and cocky. which is perfect. - Anon

Word Count: 1.6k 

Warnings: Depressive thoughts, that’s it I believe?

A/N: Had some trouble, but it is done and up before Thursday! Angst is my fave so I made it kinda angsty-

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A big smile was plastered on your face as you walked down the hallway with your head held high. People said hello to you, noticed you, and you of course, responded back to them. You were known by a lot of people in school, popular is what you were, and the fact that you portrayed yourself as outgoing helped in achieving your status in the school.

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Skinny dipping in Sweetwater River- An Archie Andrews imagine

anon asked “Could you write a fic where it’s the Riverdale group and there playing truth or dare at night time by the river or at a beach or something and the reader gets dared to skinny dip with Archie”

Warnings: nudity but nothing overly descriptive

The Riverdale five, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, and Y/N L/N. They could always be found in the same places either the blue and gold room or their booth at Pops. However to celebrate Archie getting added to the Varsity team and Mrs. Grundy’s departure they decided to spend a night by the river playing games. Well playing truth or dare to be exact.

It started off simple enough “Tell us your actual name Jughead,” followed by laughs and hoots when he did. Betty and Jughead got dared to kiss, the quick peck making a red blush go up both teenagers necks and faces. Things started to slowly heat up, as they usually do with teenagers. It moved into the question of who did you lose your virginity to or what’s the most risque thing you’ve done.

Veronica looking back at the river got the idea, to dare Y/N and Archie to skinny dip as the rest of them went into town to get food from Pops. Ronnie knew about the crushes they had on each other and thought this the perfect opportunity to play match maker.

“So me, Betty, and Juggie are gonna go get some food and bring back from Pops.” The raven-haired girl said leaving the other two confused.

“Okay what are me and Archie supposed to do?” Y/N asked her voice laced with both confusion and a hint of excitement at spending time alone with her crush. She pushed her hair out of her face the bonfire showing off her features and Archie looked at her the same confusion and excitement welling up in him.

“Oh did I forget to say it? Well as it was my turn for truth or dare and you two both promised no more boring truths, my dare is that both of you skinny dip in the river while we are gone. A dare is a dare guys!” With that comment the Lodge girl tossed her hair over her shoulder grabbed both of the other two to pull them along. Jughead was trying not to laugh at this point looking at the shocked expression on his best friends face. Betty had an almost apologetic look aimed at Y/N.

As they left Y/N looked down at her feet not wanting to see Archies reaction. “We can just not do it Archie it’s okay.”

“Well a dare is a dare Y/N, and we shouldn’t lie to Ronnie so…” Archie let the last part of the sentence die off not quite knowing how to express the next part and Y/N looked over and just saw that annoying little smirk. He is a teenage boy honestly what did Ronnie expect.

“Fine just….turn around while I get undressed and get into the water.” She conceded as she could already feel a blush on her cheeks and neck.

Archie did as he was told turning his back towards their makeshift camp and waiting for a cue to turn around. Y/N undressed quickly and jumped into the water of the river. She had been swimming in the river a ton of times since she was a kid but this time the fear and excitement wasn’t for the rolling current it was for the redhead a few feet away.

When he heard the splash of her jumping in the water Archie turned around his eyes meeting her figure as she rose to the surface pushing her hair back out of her face and covering her upper half with her arms. He couldn’t help but let his jaw drop. She was attractive he already knew that but now she was standing in the water in front of him looking at him expectantly and he just seemed to lose his breath.

“Well Andrews I am not going to be the only one naked right now are you gonna strip or not?” Y/N joked as the original fear had given way to now a more lighthearted atmosphere.

Archie pulled his shirt over his head followed by his jeans leaving him in his underwear as he approached the water. Now it was Y/N turn to stare. She turned her head for a few seconds so Archie could kick off his boxers and climb into the rushing river. When she turned back she saw his eyes were still on her.

There was a comfortable moment of silence and then Archie was the first to speak asking the question Y/N actually hoped he wasn’t going to. “Why do you think Ronnie picked us for this?”

Y/N wasn’t sure if it was the fact she was already feeling vulnerable or the cold touch of the water on her skin reminding her she was alive but something gave her a boost of confidence. Enough to look the cute boy in the eye and just flat out say, “My crush on you.”

The sound of Betty’s car driving towards the camp seemed to bring the two teenagers back to reality as Archie climbed out of the river and onto the rocks getting the towels they had brought for after swimming, though to be fair they did figure all five people would be swimming. Both quickly dried off and changed back into their clothes, the idea of fear or hiding out the window. Glances were stolen from both of them as a blush was also mirrored.

When they were all dressed they sat by the fire and Archie placed his letter jacket on Y/N shoulders as she still seemed chilled from the water. “When we get back to town how about I take you out on a date okay?” Archie asked with the cute smile he has often.

“It’s a date.”

Veronica, Betty and Jughead walked back onto the campsite and seeing Archies jacket around Y/N shoulders all began to smile or smirk knowing the plan had worked.

“Well how much fun did you two have while we were gone?”

(Archie Andrews x Reader): You’re such a cliche

Summary: Archie and Reader (a cheerleader) develop feels and eventually a relationship, the only problem is that the reader doesn’t want it to get out.

A/N: (apologies for spelling and grammar) This is a different style from what I normally do so I hope you enjoy it :)


 It had all started after an away football game. (Y/N) had been sitting at the front of the bus like she usually did (she claimed she got carsick; she was really just trying to avoid most of the other cheerleaders so she could read in peace) and Archie sat down next to her.

“Is this seat taken?” Archie asked, causing (Y/N) to look up from her book.

“I guess not,” You mumbled, a little annoyed to be distracted since you were just getting wrapped up in the story.

“Sorry, there’s no other seats, otherwise I wouldn’t bother you, you seem pretty pulled into that book.” He explains, looking a bit nervous.

You take pity on him, “That’s okay, I just usually sit up here to take a break from the girls, I love them but sometimes they’re a little too much.” You admit.

Archie nods, “I totally get that, I have the same thing with a lot of the guys on the team, that’s why it helps to have good friends who aren’t only thinking about football.”

You shrug, not wanting to admit that you don’t really have any good friends, just the other cheerleaders.

“So what are you reading?” Archie asked.

And that’s how it all started. The two spent the whole ride back to Riverdale talking about everything from books to music to politics.

After that the two found each other more and more often, they started partnering up in the classes they shared and Archie made it a habit to always sit next to (Y/N) on the bus to and from away games. Any time anyone asked if they were dating they would both scoff and reject the idea, both convinced that the other one didn’t feel the same way.

You were at a party, you hated parties, the music was always too loud, it was too hot, and everyone around you was too drunk. Cheryl was hanging on to you, her arm around your shoulders, “Isn’t she so tacky?” She asked you, her words slurring together.

“Who?” You asked dumbly, realizing you’d zoned out of the conversation.

“Veronica, of course” Cheryl sighed, “God, you’re so stupid sometimes. Anyway, I think she’s probably had work done, I mean…”

You nodded along as Cheryl droned on, not noticing Archie standing nearby watching you.

Eventually you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and carefully pried Cheryl’s arm off of you. When you got up to the bathroom you stared at yourself in the mirror for a long time, wondering how you’d gotten yourself in this situation. After washing your face quickly you opened the door only to stumble into Archie.

“Oh, hey!” You say cheerfully, putting on the facade you’d perfected in recent years.

“Why do you act that way when you’re around the other cheerleaders?” He asked bluntly.

“What way?” You asked, playing dumb, even though you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“It’s like you’re a completely different person when you’re with me, I don’t get it.” He tells you.

“It’s just easier.” You respond, defensively crossing your arms over your chest, “It makes it easier to fit in.”

Archie sighed, “Yeah, you’re a cheerleader, but you’re also so much more than that. Don’t let people like Cheryl dumb you down.”

“I appreciate that Archie, I really do, but if I was myself around these people…I’d probably get kicked off the team.” You reply, “Now if you’ll excuse me,” You add before slipping past him and making your way back to your post next to Cheryl.

The next weekend was an away game. It was a brutal loss and Archie was unusually quiet on the bus ride home because of it.

“Hey, you played great tonight, you know that right?” You said softly.

“Thanks, (Y/N), but I still feel bad, I could have played better,” Archie replied. 

“Hey, I’m sure next weekend will be better,” You say as you gently and hesitantly intertwine your fingers with his own. Your brain tells you not to, that this is a bad idea and you’re slowly becoming everything you hate but another party of you can’t bear that you’re not touching him more.

“(Y/N)…” Archie mutters softly, looking down at your hands and then back up at your face.

“Is this okay?” You ask quietly.

“Yes,” He replies quickly.

You smile softly as you turn to look straight ahead again. 

They held hands the rest of the ride, neither one wanted to be the first one to let go. Once they got back to school and everyone started getting off (Y/N) quickly snatched her hand away before anyone could notice it.

“Can I walk you home?” Archie asked, surprising you. The two of you never spent time together outside of school and stuff for football, especially not alone. 

You smiled and nodded, “Sure.”

As they walked Archie reached for your hand again.

“So what are we?” Archie asked as you walked up to your porch.

“I don’t know,” You replied, turning to face him, “I’m turning into everything I used to make fun of, but I don’t hate it.”

“Well, do you want to date?” Archie asked.

“I think so,” You admitted, “Do you?”

“Of course, ever since I first sat next to you on the bus I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out.” He replied, blushing slightly.

“Then you should pick me up tomorrow night at seven,” You reply as you unlocked your door.

Their first date was at Pops, they were having a good time, talking about their families and how dysfunctional they are when some cheerleaders walked in and made their way over to where they were sitting.

“Oh my god! Are you guys on a date?” One of them asked excitedly.

“No,” You quickly replied, “We’re just hanging out,” You lied quickly and believably.

“Oh, sorry,” She replied awkwardly, “Well…we’ll leave you to it…” She said before the group walked away.

“Sorry about that,” You said, turning to Archie, “They’re just…”

“Why did you say we weren’t on a date?” He asked.

“They-There are these really dumb stereotypes, you know, the whole cheerleader and the football player cliche? I just, I can’t become that.”

“But isn’t that what we are?” 

“No! We’re more than that, we’re more complex, but that’s how those girls will see us, and I just can’t-”

“Do you want to be in a relationship with me?”

“I-yes.” You admit, “But we’re some fantasy straight out of the 1969s.”

“Why is that so bad? What we have is real, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” You reply again, “Archie, I want to be with you, but if we are, we can’t tell anyone, at least not the football team and cheerleading squad.”

“Are you ashamed at the thought of being with me?”

“No, I just wanted what we have to be just between us, it’s too special to taint with everyone else.”

And for two months they did just that, they went on dates, spent time together, did everything that couples do, the only difference was that they didn’t tell anyone one at school, or act in any slightly romantic way when they were around other kids.

Archie had a hard time keeping it from his close friends. Betty, Veronica, Kevin-and even Jughead-sometimes tried to set him up with people, but he just kept avoiding their ideas, claiming that he was too busy with music and football and work to have a girlfriend. None of them really bought it (I mean, it hadn’t stopped him before when he was with Grundy or Valerie) but they had a hard time figuring out why Archie would be so adamant about it. Kevin was the one who first brought up the fact that he was hiding a secret girlfriend but everyone else thought that was highly unlikely, they’d never seen him act more than friendly with anyone, and none of the girls he hung out with stood out more than others.

But, like all secrets, the truth came out eventually.

You and Archie were at Pops one Friday night, enjoying your tradition of splitting a hot fudge malt and a basket of fries when the ice queen herself, Cheryl, walked in.

“Well, well, well, what are you two doing here? Out on a date?” She asks as she saunters over.

“Cheryl, for the last time, we’re not dating, we’re just hanging out.” You reply with an eyeroll as you glance over at her.

“Well, you two do an awful lot of hanging out for two people claiming to just be friends.” She comments, “Every weekend someone finds the two of you here, just the two of you,”

“Cheryl, everyone hangs out here all the time, what are you trying to say?”

“I’m just saying that if you’re not dating Archie, you should give someone else a ride on the ginger stallion.” She replies suggestively as she gives Archie a meaningful glance, “What do you say Archie?”

“I um-” He stalls, glancing at you nervously.

“Oh come on Cheryl, just because Archie doesn’t want to make out with you doesn’t mean he’s dating someone,” You cutting, starting to feel a bit defensive.

“Well, that didn’t stop him last time.”

“What?” You ask, feeling completely thrown for a loop.

“At my family’s maple syrup tapping,” Cheryl replies.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter, that was before we were dating,” You reply before realizing what you just said and claiming your hand over your mouth and glancing at Archie with wide eyes.

“Ha! I knew it!” She shouts triumphantly, “Jesus Christ, you guys made that way harder than it needed to be. I can’t wait to tell everybody, this is so exciting.”

“Great…” You mutter as she walks away, already typing on her phone (presumably texting the group chat the ‘good news’), “Shit,” You mutter as you rub your hands over your face. From across the table Archie reaches over and grabs your hands away and holds them in his own. 

“Hey,” He says softly, “It’s going to be okay, we’ll figure out how to deal with this, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay with this.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” You ask, giving him a loving smile, “I guess now that the cats out of the bag we should just embrace it, you know? I was getting kind of tired of hiding it anyway.”

“Good, because I’ve been wanting you to wear my letter jacket for ages now, and I think Monday would be a great opportunity for you to debut that look.”

“You’re such a cliche.”

“You know you love it”

Just Pretend?

Requested by @evilqueen729 69: “Just pretend to be my date”.  

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“Come on, Feyre, please?” Rhys begs, catching Feyre off guard for a good two seconds, seeing a grown, strong man begging. She quickly recovers, however, flipping her hair as she studies her dress in the mirror.

“Don’t come crying to me last minute, Rhysand, you should have figured out this problem a long time ago.” Feyre answers, intent not to ever agree to any deal involving Rhysand Night, her outspoken enemy but somehow the best friend of her sister’s fiancee.

She is about to walk away from him when Rhys steps into her path, hands raised to stop her from going anywhere. “You don’t understand, Cassian just told me that she was invited, and I was planning on going solo tonight but now, that’s not possible unless we want there to be a scene.”

Feyre puts her hands on her hips. “Just get any other girl to pretend to be your girlfriend for the night, I’m sure there are at least ten listening at the door right now, eager for the chance.” She comments bitterly.

Rhys doesn’t even glance away from her eyes. “That’s the point. With you, there are no expectations, just pretend. Please, Feyre,” He literally gets on his knees. “I’m on my knees, begging you. Just pretend to be my date. One night.”

Feyre studies him for a few moments, weighing the pros and cons. It would keep potential creeps away from her, but would also ward off any cute guys that might notice her as maid of honor. It would also be feeding into the best man screws maid of honor stereotype, but she would love to see the look on the other girls’ faces when they saw them walk in together, as a couple. Not to mention it would be hilarious to see the reaction of this crazy ex-girlfriend of his.

Finally, Feyre sighs. “One night, Rhysand, and I’m not sleeping with you either, so don’t even think about it.”

A brilliant smile lights up Rhys’ face and Feyre can’t help but feel that this is a terrible idea.

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