#also Betty's charm has the ice cream/cherry thing going on because

[artiquar]

Oh man I'm having fun making ideas for charms... And I love petrigrof so they had to be on my list, and the winter king was just because I really wanted to draw him

[madmen]

all of them pls jodie comer janelle monae phoebe waller bridge, have fun

do you have a crush on anyone? yeee on my grilled friend! bitches be havin girled friends.

what’s your favorite candy? i am cadbury dairy milk bar’s bitch! i also really like kitkats especially the mini ones those are so good.

favorite love song? aaaaa it changes with the weather i like so many but can’t take my eyes off of you is always a classic both it and let’s get married (mitski cover) make me feel Warm and the past few months i cannot stop listening to mr mika tiny love. yes this question asked for one but this is me restraining myself i promise. OH it might be being alive from company actually.

what was your first kiss like? technically my first kiss lasted for .0001 of a second in a public high school hallway and it was by accident so i choose to disregard that one because the one after that was very nice imagine. you are on a BEACH it is MIDNIGHT she tastes like some type of wine and you are not sober and do not know what you’re doing so you’re taking MENTAL NOTES and trying to imitate what it feels like she’s doing but you want to live in this moment forever.

what was your last kiss like? it was sweet! well, more like salty because we were crying but it’s because we are simply full of love!

sexual/romantic orientation? i’m a (fleabag godmother voice) LESBIAN

do you prefer poems or love letters? love letters hands DOWN

favorite fanfic trope? i like it when they’re both friends and in love and afraid to say anything for fear of ruining their relationship. there is a name for this but i hate it so i will not say it it’s two words, first one with an m and second one with a p. Don’t know what it is about that second word but. hate it.

have you ever been in love? yes, highly recommend

favorite milkshake flavor? I don’t like milkshakes I think they’re ice cream soup which is disgusting but my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip if that counts

dinner dates or brunch dates? I prefer the idea of brunch dates but I wake up hungry so in practice probably dinner dates but like. to diners so I can have breakfast food.

favorite flowers? Pink carnations! Honorable mentions to bleeding hearts and roses that are light orange or light blue or light pink.  

favorite perfume/cologne? no clue

favorite candle scent? if it’s sold during fall i probably love it anything pumpkin-y or slightly-but-not-too-much cinnamon-y

what’s your ideal first date? we go on a funky lil adventure! we see some fancy house and get food together and then see something else maybe a beeg church i like the way they make me feel small and they make me feel Whole when i’m there with someone i care about. maybe go for a walk in my head this is some city we’ve never been to and we just walk and talk and hold hands and point out pretty architecture.

favorite love story? in real life i am still losing it every time i think about how ronan farrow proposed to jonathan lovett via his BOOK. in fiction i am unfortunately stuck at 11 still losing it over both the doctor and rose as well as mary and matthew crawley.

what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? idk i think suits are hot but i also melt when my girlfriend wears her oversized hoodie she just looks so cute and cozy! i feel like most things are attractive when you’re into a person. also lingerie.

chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet? vanilla!

snow, rain, or sun? rain but not too hard just a nice light mist

sweetest romantic memory? she wrote me LOVE LETTERS!!!!

favorite dating sim (and favorite character)? I have played all of one dating sim, which makes it my favorite by default. Unfortunately, it is UmaPri/My Horse Prince. I did not finish it I got impatient and my apartment watched a playthrough on youtube you don’t even get to fuck horse boy I don’t think you even kiss but it’s still so funny horse boy is obviously the best character.

fictional crushes? leia organa, cheryl blossom or betty cooper (whichever one is more likely to commit a crime on that episode), joan holloway, betty draper, villanelle, all the big little lies milfs, among others.

what’s your dream wedding like? it takes place at the johns hopkins library if i can’t have that then like. some fancy house or library or museum somewhere thats super neat. i don’t know what i wear but i look very nice. all my friends are there and it’s Very Fancy. elegant and refined thats the general Vibe.

what makes you blush? i have no clue i think sometimes when i drink my face flushes so we’ll go with that

do you believe in love at first sight? only in romeo and juliet. i think theres like. a spark at first sight maybe but also not needed for love ya know?

do you believe in soulmates? i don’t know i feel like theres like. maybe a list of people who are your soulmate? like it couldve been this one yea but it also couldve been someone else had circumstances been different like the world is soooooooooooooo big and sometimes theres right place wrong timing i think? i don’t know. 

denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? on me? all of the above. on hot gals? leather jackets.

what’s your sign? taurus sun, leo moon and rising

are you single? nope i have a grilled friend! i love her!

do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? both!

guitar or piano? normally i’d say piano but rianne used to play guitar so mixed thots here also it’s so fun to try and teach her piano and hear her lil laugh when i fix her fingers on the keys. answer foggy try again later

favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? when harry met sally!!!!!! 

do you fall in love easily? i don’t think so but i’ve only done it once so i could be mistaken

valentine’s decorations: yay or nay? i think they’re cute!

would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? I wanna propose which throws a real Wrench in Rianne’s concurrent desire to propose. Gotta keep the proposal a surprise, soz gang.

cloud gazing or star gazing? Star gazing!

do you like to dance? I cannot dance to save my life but god if I don’t fantasize about it every second of the livelong day

what’s your OTP? please do not make me admit to being into harry potter on main, and worse yet being into dr*rry and w*lfstar it is rightfully embarrassing.

kittens or puppies? I am afraid of almost all living things which includes kittens and puppies but I prefer pictures of puppies

coffee, hot chocolate, or tea? Cofy!

favorite soda? i hate fizz > : ( why does everyone like it when it feels like theres ants crawling on your tongue?

do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? is there someone to give me atten shun? if so, i’m lying dramatically on the sofa. if i’m on my own it’s window time babey

favorite ABBA song? this one also changes over the years right now i’m gonna say voulez-vous

fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) this is so MEAN okay so phoebe waller-bridge’s dad was named in the panama papers i know she has the most exorbitant amount of wealth and i trust her to treat me right. that leaves jodie and janelle cannot stress enough how much i haaaaate having to kill any of them okay at the oscars we saw what janelle’s tongue can do so unfortunately we will be sacrificing jodie comer : / jodie i’m sorry i love you.

favorite pajamas? I don’t own pajamas because I’m a weirdo who either sleeps in their clothes or an oversized long sleeve t shirt and leggings

favorite liquor? vodka for mixing, sourz for shots

do you think about love a lot? yeeeeeeeeeeee

a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? i don’t like sand. it’s rough and it’s coarse and it gets everywhere. Honestly I think I’d rather just walk indoors i am anti fresh air got that sweet sweet hay fever

hand kisses or nose kisses? nose kisses!

what’s your dreamhouse? i wanna live in the city in an apartment and due to the fact that i am american it is unfortunately so big in my head no apartment has ever been this beeg and if it did exist i could not afford it but. it’s so pretty i have fancy kitchen cabinets and my living room is filled with bookshelf upon bookshelf of used books and it has room for my piano and i have a beeeeeg sleigh bed and black cherry furniture and a dishwasher and a laundry room. i come home and am filled with calm.

[virgogh-away]

Boyfriend Material - Archie Andrews x Reader

A/N: Hey so I love Riverdale and am super excited for Season 2 so I decided to write this about my second favorite redhead (Cheryl is my queen)!! I hope you like it!

You had been feeling like shit lately. There was no better (or worse) way to put it. You weren’t clinically depressed, but you were feeling pretty damn sad right now and seemingly everything you were doing to help was just making things worse.

The main aspect of your life that you’d changed in the last few weeks (yeah, this was one of those) was hanging out with your friends less. Sure, to some people that may sound dumb, but to you it made perfect sense. Taking part in social interaction and hanging out with others was, altogether, an exhausting experience for you. You worried about what they were thinking of you and if you were even holding a halfway decent conversation with them. So you simply decided to cut (most) ties with them, for the time being. Of course, you happened to have the clingiest friends in all of Riverdale so they would not get off your back. You were constantly being bombarded with texts, calls, even emails about how worried they were for and about you. And every single time you responded with some iteration of, “I’m sorry, I’m just not feeling well.”

The other problem was the ugly inadequacy you felt creeping into your brain every time you hung out with them. Archie was popular, Veronica was wickedly cunning, Betty was unbelievably nice, and Jughead was the (somewhat) charming outcast. So, where did that leave you? The weird, quiet drifter friend who apologized way too often and preferred a night in to partying every single time the option was on the table? Why did your friends even need you around, wouldn’t they be perfectly fine without you? You’re positive they were a great ensemble before you arrived, so why not just cut yourself out of the picture now and speed up the inevitable? Your friends were people to remember, you were just some random face in the crowd.

So, these were the circumstances that led to you skipping school that fateful day. Your parents had always encouraged mental health days, and you had recently been somewhat forthright about how you were feeling down lately (you left out some details, but they were few in number). You even told your mom about your cliché crush on Archie and that you almost certainly knew that he didn’t like you back, and you were worried about what that would mean for the group.

To which she said, “Oh, come on honey! You’re a catch! Any guy, or gal, would be lucky to spend that kind of time with you!” She winks and you resist from gagging, but just barely.

You then proceed to scoff at her previous declaration, pausing your annihilation of a pint of ice cream, “Please, mother, be reasonable,” you pull out her least favorite nurturing name to show you mean business, “Arch is on the football team, he sings like an angel, everyone loves him, and he’s undeniably gorgeous! I am the equivalent of dirt on the bottom of his shoe, at best.”

She laughs at this, then recollects herself, remembering that she’s supposed to be supportive and not find your self-deprecating humor hilarious, “He’s not a god, Y/N. He’s one of your closest friends, and even if the feelings aren’t mutual, nothing’s going to change between the two of you! You heard about what went down between him and Betty!”

You momentarily consider what it is she’s saying, and think about how close the blonde and redhead still are. You then narrow your eyes at her, “Fine, I’ll give you this one. But I’m still not admitting my feelings to him unless my life is at stake…” You trail off and shrug your shoulders,” And even then, death is inescapable.”

“Y/N!” Your mom shouts in shock as you begin to make the trek upstairs to your room.

“Kidding! Sheesh!”

***

That was a mere three days ago, and you never expected you would be in a one on one situation with the redhead in question so soon (and on a Friday no less). Until your mom came into your room and gave you the “good” news.

“Hey sweetie, Archie is downstairs holding a milkshake from Pops with your name on it. Plus, he looks extra scrumptious,” she adds the last part in a whisper, even though the chances of anyone else hearing her are slim.

Despite this knowledge, you still nearly have a heart attack, your eyes widening as you go into full-on panic mode, “Mother, I will literally murder you if you don’t get out of here and send Archie up immediately.”

You shake your head at her antics as you mark your place in The Great Gatsby, putting the book on your bedside table and mentally preparing yourself for whatever may be awaiting you in the next few moments. When Archie finally walks in (he must’ve taken his sweet ass time going up those stairs), you just finished applying some lip gloss. While you may be a scrambled mess on the inside, you liked to look somewhat presentable on the outside.

When Archie walked into the room you almost lost the final shred of dignity and reason that you were clutching on to, because your mom was right: he looked damn good. Sure, he still had that ridiculous letterman jacket on (that you loved to hate publicly, but privately you really just loved). But he also had on a pair of jeans that fit and one of the most flattering colors on him (and your favorite) in the form of his shirt. Also, the cherry on top of the already delicious cake, his hair looked just wild enough to still be considered put together. Gah, you loved this boy far too much for your own good, for anyone’s good.

“Hey, Y/N, you weren’t at school today, so I just wanted to come by, see what’s up,” He says as he goes to sit at the end of the bed, the usual spot that he took up whenever he was in your room. Honestly, you wish he would settle down across the room in the corner, sitting on his hands so you wouldn’t be tempted to do something rash or admit your feelings, like an idiot, “Oh, and I brought you a shake, your favorite.”

You make grabby hands at it and he immediately gives it to you, laughing at your reaction. His mood abruptly changes, however, as he notices that you looked perfectly healthy and not deathly ill, as he had previously believed you to be. A frown settles itself on his otherwise perfect face and you feel your mood turning sour as you stare at him for a short while, neither of you saying anything, until…

“So,” Archie rubs the back of his neck as he looks down at your blanket covered figure and back up at your face, before removing his jacket and throwing it on a chair in the corner, “Are you, uh, actually sick or what?”

You almost immediately roll your eyes at his nosey question and begin to blow raspberries as you look at any other place in the room except for the redhead. You knew that eventually one of your friends would barge into your house and demand answers, but you didn’t expect it to be the person you least wanted to see, or tell the truth to.

“I mean, what do you think?” You ask him, somewhat rudely, as you gesture to your face and body. You don’t necessarily want to come off as a bitch, but you’re certain that it’s clear from simply glancing at you that you’re completely fine.

He chuckles slightly and continues to be meek, as he proceeds to grill you with questions, “Well then why have you been avoiding me?” As if he realizes he made a mistake, he widens his eyes and quickly includes, “And, um, the others, of course.”

You start to get nervous, as you quickly realize that you’re gonna have to expose your true feelings, and leave yourself momentarily very vulnerable. You hope he receives your speech well, but begin to fear the worst.

“I, um, well…” you struggle to get the words out, attempting to think ahead and get out your insecurities without revealing your affection for the boy sitting in front of you, “I just, feel kind of insignificant around all of you. I mean, you guys are all these great people with huge, amazing personalities and I’m just…me,” You finish your spiel by looking down at your hands which are resting in your lap and moving somewhat erratically, making you appear much more nervous than you wish to.

Before you even realize what’s happening, Archie’s scooped you up, placed you in his lap, and is hugging the life out of you. The second you feel his warmth and the comfort that his embrace is providing you, you burst into tears, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He places one hand delicately on the back of your head and the other on your back, rubbing circles into it. You’re shocked by the fact that a simple hug was the big solution to your problem, but realize that you’d been distancing yourself from anyone who would’ve been willing to show you this kind of physical attention. And perhaps the solution was to be around the youngest Andrews again, as he did tend to bring out the best in you.

You pull apart from him, reluctantly, but continue to sit in his lap as you wipe away some stray tears that didn’t already wipe off on Archie’s shirt.

“Never think of yourself as some sort of…spare friend, because you’re so much more than that. We all love you and have been missing you these past few weeks. Lunch has been so quiet without you,” He tells you quietly, since your faces are mere inches apart, and continues to rub your back. You suddenly realize that he wouldn’t be telling you this if it wasn’t true, as your friend group was fairly brutal when it came to the truth. Thinking back to all the good times in the group that consisted of you, front and center, brings a bright smile to your face, and you’re suddenly as happy as you’ve been in months. The happiness courses through you and you give Archie a quick hug to punctuate your epiphany, proceeding to climb off of him and back to your nest at the other end of the bed.

“Sorry about this,” you tell him as you grab your book again, trying to busy yourself so you don’t think about how close you two just were and flush profusely. He shrugs his shoulders and opens his mouth to speak, but you end up blurting out, “Your shirt is really soft.”

He chuckles softly at this as you tentatively reach out a hand to rub against his shoulder. He leans closer to give you better access, and you continue to stare at his face until you basically see a lightbulb go off above his head. A confused look crosses your faces until Archie pipes up.

“Oh, this? It’s actually made of boyfriend material,” He delivers with a smirk on his face and you start laughing uncontrollably. You cannot believe that, after the weeks you’ve been having, one stupid joke from your best friend had you in such a ridiculous and unstoppable fit of laughter. You wipe the tears away from your eyes and look back at the idiot, but realize that he’s looking back at you with what looks like hope in his eyes. Suddenly, a realization hits you, and you try to stop the hope you now feel from overwhelming you, but it’s hard when he’s in front of you, looking at you like this.

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. Y/N,” he scoots closer and catches one of your hands with both of his, “I’ve liked you for as long as you joined our group. You’re so beautiful, smart, funny…these last few weeks have been hell.”

You smile broadly at him, not expecting for this exchange to go as well as it had so far. You’re almost worried that some meteor will strike the earth, because you’re finally as happy as you’ve ever been.

“So, will you maybe go out with me?”

You blush and take a glance at your hand, currently intertwined with both of Archie’s. You set your lonely hand on top of the others and look back up at the lovely boy in front of you, “Of course I will, Arch. I’d love nothing more.”