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0/10 do not recommend finishing a tv show you’ve never seen before and also finding out your good friend from university died AND running an HOA meeting all in the same day

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kinda fucked up that im not a tv show character or like a 14 year old's oc Because i would've been really really good at that

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Romance Dialogue Starters

Tender / Confessional Moments

"Come here. Just for a minute."

"You don’t have to be strong all the time."

"Stay. Please, just stay."

"You make me feel safe. That’s terrifying."

"I missed you so much it hurt."

"When I’m with you, I forget to be afraid."

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?"

"You’re not a burden. You never were."

"I wish I’d met you sooner."

"You’re my favorite ‘what if.’"

Protective/Overprotective Behavior

"Where were you? I’ve been calling for hours."

"You could’ve died, you idiot."

"Don’t ever scare me like that again."

"Next time, I’m going with you. No arguments."

"You’re hurt. Let me see."

"I’m not letting you do this alone."

"Overreacting? You bled through your shirt!"

"You think I care what they say? I care about you."

"If anything happens to you, I’ll burn the whole damn world down."

Conflicted Longing

"If I kiss you now, I won’t be able to stop."

"We can’t do this." – "Then don’t look at me like that."

"You’re the last person I should want."

"Tell me to go, and I will."

"I want to hate you. But I don’t."

"This changes everything."

"Just tonight. Just this once."

"You’re always in my head. I hate it."

"You deserve better. But I’m selfish."

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Vulnerable | Reggie Mantle

[gif is not mine; credit goes to the creator]

Word Count: 1.3K

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Fem!Reader, 2nd person POV

Description: It’s a routine neither of them want to be in, but she’s the only one he can trust to keep it a secret

Warnings: graphic depictions of parental abuse, blood/gore, unintentional victim blaming, some sexy things

A/N: I’m halfway through season 4 so there won’t be any spoilers beyond that - this takes place before Archie and Reggie destroy Mr. Mantle’s car in 4x2. I was looking for an imagine that follows this storyline but I didn’t find one on my cursory glance through the tags, so if this is something someone else has written about, just know that it wasn’t intended to be copied in any way, shape, or form. 

- - -

Tap-tap-tap. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap-tap-tap.

To anyone else, the noises at your window would have just been the wind knocking the oak branches against the second-floor pane, but to you, the sound was more than familiar. 

Morse code.

S. O. S.

Your stomach sank as you pulled the covers back and slipped on your fleece robe - sleeping in a cold room had its benefits, but this wasn’t one of them - before making your way to the window. Lifting the screenless window, you let in your best friend who immediately sought solace in your arms.

“What happened this time?” You whispered as Reggie buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

He let out a shaky breath, his body shuddering in a silent sob. “The usual,” he sniffled as he stepped back, revealing the already bruising black eye, “and then some.” He lifted his shirt and winced.

“Reggie,” you breathed, your heart aching for him. “Sit down - you know the drill.”

Reggie sat down on the ottoman at the end of your bed as you knelt down to pull the ever-growing first aid kit out from underneath. It wasn’t much, but you were able to keep it as stocked as possible with your earnings from Pop’s while also lifting a few things on your weekends as a candy striper at Riverdale General Hospital. 

You got to work cleaning up the cuts on his abdomen, trying hard not to hurt him any further. Reggie’s abs rippled when you pressed the bandage over them. “Sorry,” you murmured, the word taking on more than one meaning. Yes, you were sorry for hurting him, but you were also sorry that both of you were in this position time and time again; you knew this would always be the only time Reggie ever heard any form of apology for this.

“S’not your fault,” he replied, his usual response. A pause. “He was especially brutal tonight.”

“Any idea why?”

“No. You know he never says why. But he was drunker than usual. Broke a bottle over my ribs when I refused to get him another.”

You snapped the instant cold compress and pressed it against Reggie’s eye. “Fucking hell, Reg.”

“I know. I should’ve just gotten him another but I was feeling self-righteous. Look where that got me.” He laughed sardonically, shaking his head. 

“It’s not your fault.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, seeking comfort while also trying to comfort him. “Do you want to spend the night?” 

Reggie nodded. “Yes.”

It had been ages since he’d said yes, the last time being right at the end of summer. It was a night neither of you had been able to forget, but hadn’t spoken about since. 

You packed up the first aid kit, making a mental note of what you’d need to replenish that weekend, before turning to your best friend. “You remember where everything is?”

“Yeah, unless you’ve changed anything,” he joked, and you smiled before shaking your head.

“Nothing’s changed.” 

A few minutes later, Reggie was shirtless in your bed, both of you lying awkwardly side by side.

Hearing Reggie whisper your name in the dark brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Yes, Reg?”

“Will you, uh…” he trailed off and you could practically feel him blushing next to you.

“Of course,” you responded without hesitation, both of you shifting in bed so you could be Big Spoon. You tried to forget that this was how everything had started last time, especially since you could feel Reggie’s heartbeat underneath your fingertips. “I’m so sorry this keeps happening to you, Reggie.” You didn’t know what else to say. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” was his reply, his hand coming up to cover yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss your fingers.

Your mind raced as you tried to come up with solutions to his problem. “Have you tried fighting back? You’re so much bigger and stronger than he is and-” Reggie tensed up, making you pause.

“R-Remember back in freshman year when my mom ended up in the hospital after she fell down the stairs?”

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Well…she didn’t. Uh, fall down the stairs, I mean.” Reggie’s thumb brushed over the inside of your palm, a self-soothing tic. “I was high off the feeling of making the football team and I realized I could finally outdo my dad and so when he came home that night, I tried.” Reggie chuckled, a bitter, hollow sound. “The man is surprisingly limber when he’s drunk. I took a swing and he ducked and managed to tackle me to the ground, slammed my head into the floor and knocked me out - that’s how I got that concussion and couldn’t play for half the season - and then he went after my mom. I’ve just always let him hit me after that because I’d rather have him wail on me than on her.”

You held him a little tighter after that confession. “Why didn’t you tell me back then? I’ve been helping you since we were ten and I would’ve helped you then.”

“I know,” Reggie sighed. “I wanted to, but it was just so humiliating. But you were there for me for my concussion and you helped out so much when my mom was recovering in the hospital that I didn’t want you to worry any more than you already were.”

“I’ll never stop worrying about you, Reg,” you confessed, tears pricking behind your eyes. “Not even once you leave Riverdale and go pro after college.”

It was then that Reggie brought your fingers up to his lips and kissed them. The air was thick with the unspoken sexual tension until Reggie broke the silence. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last summer.” It was the first time either of you had ever brought up what had happened between you two.

“Me, too.”

Reggie shifted so that the two of you were face to face, the moonlight emphasizing his facial features in a way that made you want to reach out and touch him - so you did. He let out a soft moan at the contact, his eyes fluttering closed as your fingertips trailed over his jawline. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” You paused, your eyes searching his. ���I want this. I want you. Let me take care of you tonight, Reginald.” You pressed yourself flush against him, your hand sliding up his arm to grip the back of his neck. “Please,” you begged, hooking your leg over his hip and touching your forehead to his.

That was all Reggie needed, his hand pressing against your lower back to hold you in place as he pinned you underneath him and kissed you deeply. His knee spread your legs, his thigh brushing against your clothed pussy. “Reggie,” you whimpered, your hips bucking to recreate the sensation.

“Fuck,” he murmured, breaking the kiss to trail more down your neck. “I’ve been wanting to hear you say my name like that again.” His hands slipped up underneath your t-shirt and you moved to take it off so he could take a nipple into his mouth. 

“And I’ve been wanting your hands on my body again.”

Reggie moved further south, his thumbs hooking in your shorts to pull them down so he could settle between your legs. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his hands spreading your legs even further so he could have access to your wet pussy. 

*~*~*~*

You woke up the next morning with Reggie’s arms wrapped around you. It all felt like a dream but when you felt his naked body pressed against yours, you knew it wasn’t. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” you confessed, smiling and turning to look at him which resulted in a kiss.

“Me, too.”

“How are you feeling?” You asked, shifting so you could get a good look at his wounds in broad daylight. 

“Better than I have in a long time.” Reggie repeated your words back to you, smiling wide. “Can I come back tonight?”

“Of course. You’re always welcome in my bed - as long as you promise not to see anyone else.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Confession | Sweet Pea

[gif is not mine; credit goes to the creator]

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader, 2nd person pov

Warnings: mentions of fighting

Description: The night before the drug raid with Jughead and the other Serpents, Sweet Pea confronts his feelings for his best friend.

Trope: friends to lovers

A/N: The moment I saw this scene in 3x17, I knew I had to write a prequel to it.

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You could tell something was off with Sweet Pea the moment he walked in the door. Normally so calm and composed, your best friend was fidgety and off. 

“Alright, something’s wrong,” you said, unable to finally take it anymore. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Sweet Pea maintained, not keeping eye contact. “Just forget about it.”

“Does this have anything to do with the Serpents now working under Sheriff Jones?”

“No.” 

“Does it have something to do with the Serpents?”

“N-No.”

If you didn’t know Sweet Pea like you did, you wouldn’t have been able to detect the barest hint of a stutter of uncertainty in his voice. “No more games, Sweet Pea,” you growled, upset at his caginess. “Either you tell me or I’m kicking you out.”

Sweet Pea let out a defeated sigh, shaking his head. “It’s…a raid.”

“A raid? But I thought Tent City was raided a while ago.”

“No, it’s not that. Jughead has organized a raid to rid Riverdale of Fizzle Rocks and whatever else the Gargoyles are selling. That’s all I can tell you.”

“Are these orders from the Sheriff?”

“No. And you can’t say anything to him or anyone else.” Sweet Pea ran a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have even told you.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m glad you did. This seems to be weighing on you and I want to be able to help. What about this raid has you spooked?”

“We’re outnumbered. Sure, we’ll have Archie and some of the guys from El Royale, but we don’t really know exactly how many Gargoyles are out there. Or if they’re armed.” His eyes met yours and you could see the fear in them. “Hell, we don’t even know if we’re all going to make it out alive.”

“You will,” you reassured him, with more certainty than you felt. “You and the Serpents have done way more dangerous shit than this and made it out alive. This won’t be any different.” Without thinking, you launched yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. There wasn’t much else you could do to comfort him, but it was the best you could do in the moment. 

Sweet Pea was still clinging to you when you started to pull away, an intense look in his eyes that you didn’t recognize. The way he said your name tugged at your heartstrings and you looked up at him, transfixed. “Just in case I don’t make it back, I want you to know something.”

“Don’t talk like that, Sweet Pea. You can tell me after you get back.”

“No.” Sweet Pea shook his head. “It has to be tonight.”

“Then what is it?” You were utterly confused, but your racing heart told you that you knew deep down what he was going to say.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sweet Pea.”

“No, I love you,” he said, desperation in his voice as he said your name again. “I have for a long time, I’ve just been too chicken-shit to say something.”

“Are you telling me this because you think something bad is going to happen to you tomorrow night?” You took a step back, looking at Sweet Pea in shock. “Tell me something, Sweet Pea: if this raid wasn’t happening tomorrow, would you have ever even told me this?”

His look away told you everything you needed to know. You felt like you’d been sucker-punched in the gut for the second time that night.

Sweet Pea started to say your name again but you cut him off with a glare. “I’m going to need you to do two things for me.”

“Anything - name it.”

“If you really feel this way about me, you’ll come back tomorrow and tell me this so I know it has nothing to do with this raid.”

Sweet Pea nodded. “And the second thing?”

“Leave.” You didn’t want to be so harsh on him, but you needed time to process everything that had just happened. 

You could barely look at him as he gathered his things, making a point to leave his flannel behind.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promised, giving you one last longing look as he shut the door behind him.

*~*~*~*

You fidgeted with the sleeves of Sweet Pea’s flannel that he’d left behind, trying to take comfort in his scent and its softness. With every second the clock ticked past eight, you couldn’t help worrying. Maybe something would happen to him tonight and you turning him down last night was your only chance to actually be with him - hell, you hadn’t even kissed him last night.

Breathe in. 

Breathe out.

You tried to do anything and everything to distract yourself, but you hit a point where your house was spotless and there wasn’t anything more to stress-clean. It was impossible to focus on any tv show or movie, your thoughts always leading back to Sweet Pea.

The knock at your door had you jumping, your heart starting to race as you ran for the door, yanking it open after confirming it was Sweet Pea. “You’re here,” you gasped, hurling yourself into his arms. “You came.”

“Of course I came,” he chuckled, more sure of himself than the last time you’d spoken.

“How did the raid go?” You asked, stepping out of his embrace and sucking in a breath when you saw the state of his face. “Oh my god, Sweet Pea - your eye!”

“Raid went okay, but I was hoping you could fix my eye?”

It was your turn to laugh as you took his hand and led him to the bathroom to fix him up. “Of course.”

The air was thick with a tension neither of you were ready to acknowledge as you got out your first aid kit and began patching him up. Although he tried not to show it, Sweet Pea winced as you cleaned his bruised and bloodied knuckles. 

It wasn’t long before he was all cleaned up and sitting on your couch, both of you giggling at the irony of Sweet Pea holding a bag of frozen peas to his face to help with the swelling on his newly-forming black eye.

“Here,” you said, still giggling as you reached over to adjust his ice pack. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got in a fight with some Gargoyles,” he sassed, groaning as he shifted to a more comfortable position on the couch.

“Is there…anything else I can do to help?” You asked, making sure the flirtatious lilt in your voice was evident.

Sweet Pea reached for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as his thumb ran over the back of your hand. “About last night…” he started, gazing into your eyes so you could see the truth held in them, “I meant every word I said. Yes, it might’ve been brought on by the fact that I was nervous about tonight’s raid, but it didn’t make it any less true. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sweet Pea,” you whispered, bracing a hand on his shoulder so you could straddle him. You took his face in your hands as you leaned down to kiss him for the first time.

Both of you were smiling when the kiss ended, Sweet Pea’s hands resting on your hips. “So,” he began, sliding his hands up underneath the flannel of his that you were still wearing, “when do I get to take you out?”

“Whenever you’d like,” you smirked, leaning in for another kiss.

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“Honey, there are a lot of things you can give a man: your body, your time, even your heart; but the one thing you can never ever ever let go of is your power.”

— Lady Heather, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Season 2 Episode 8: Slave of Las Vegas.

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Okay but you left out the best part!!!

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Behind Closed Doors | Fezco

Description: you’re with Fezco in bed when Rue shows up and bangs on his door. Set in Euphoria season 1, episode 3

Pairing: Fezco x Female!Reader

A/N: The moment I first saw this scene, I knew I wanted to write something with it, but I never got around to it until now. Gif isn't mine - all credit to the creator. Enjoy xo

Warnings: drug mentions, addiction

- - -

The sound of a fist banging on the door to Fezco’s house shook you out of your nap. “Mm, what is it, Fez?” You asked, still sleepy, stretching and turning over to face him.

“I don’t know.” Fez sighed, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. “Maybe they’ll go away if we wait long enough.”

The incessant banging continued and after a few more seconds, your boyfriend let out an annoyed grunt and shifted to get out of bed. You watched, a lazy smile on your face as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on. “Be right back.”

You didn’t necessarily try to hear, but the walls in the house could be thin so it wasn’t hard to eavesdrop on conversations. 

“Who is it?” You heard Fezco ask as he walked into the living room. The door squeaked as he opened it, and you could only imagine who was on the other side. One of his clients, no doubt. “Not today, Rue. Sorry.”

Rue. Your chest constricted at hearing the younger girl’s name. You’d seen her around school before you’d graduated, and had met her a couple times since whenever she showed up asking for drugs. From the rumors, her drug habit was one of the worst out of all of Fezco’s clients, and that was seriously saying something.

“C’mon man, don’t be a dick.” The window was open, a fact you hadn’t realized until now, and you could hear the hurt in her strung-out voice.

“Nah, I’m serious. You can’t come in.”

You and Fezco had just been talking about how he wanted to set firmer boundaries with his clients and you knew this was going to be one of the hardest. He saw Rue like a little sister, and always took special care when it came to her - any other girl would be jealous of the relationship, but you saw it for what it was: guilt mixed with some fucked up version of platonic love. When the news broke that Rue had been carted off to rehab after a very nasty OD where she almost died, Fezco had been inconsolable for almost a week. Ashtray had done a majority of the deals that week and you still weren’t sure what he’d told the buyers.

“Look, man, all I- all I need is just a few OCs-”

“Sorry, I can’t help you.”

“Fez? Fez? I’ve had a really fucked up day, alright? It’s been a really really fucked up day, so I need you to open the door for me, okay? Can you open the door, please?” The desperation in her voice had tears pricking the back of your eyes. You knew that tone of voice well, memory taking you back to your dead, alcoholic mother when she’d beg you to go buy booze with the fake she’d had made for you specifically for that purpose. Addiction was a hell of a drug.

“I ain’t gon’ help you kill yourself, Rue.” His silence was deafening. “I’m sorry but you can’t be comin’ over here no more. Just go home.”

“Don’t! Fez, don’t close the-” you heard the click of the door. “Fuck! Fez-” Rue banged her fist against the storm door, “open the fucking door, please? I’m begging you, just open the door.” In a flash, you were off your feet and heading down to the front door. When you got there, all you could see was his back, his forehead resting on the now-closed door. You wasted no time, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek in-between his shoulder blades as you held him tight. He took a shuddering inhale, bracing himself for Rue’s next words.

“Fez! You’re full of shit, man. You know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers, and now all of a sudden you wanna have a fucking moral high ground?! You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer. You know that? You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells. OPEN THE DOOR! Fuck you! Fuck you Fez okay? Are you doing this because you care about me ? If you gave a shit about me you wouldn’t have sold me the fucking drugs in the first place but you did! You fucking did so open the goddamn door! Open the door!”

During Rue’s rant, Fez had turned around, his eyes meeting yours in one of the most tortured expressions you’d ever seen on his face. You hugged him again, your arms winding around his neck as you let him bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

“I can’t do it-” He whispered against your skin, and you couldn’t fathom how Rue had heard him, but she responded like she had.

“Open the door, open the door, open the door!” The silence was heartbreaking, but you were currently torn between comforting Fez and fighting Rue for what she’d said to him even though you knew it was no use when an addict was like this. “Open the door. You did this to me! You fucking- you did this to me, Fez. You fucking ruined my life. The least you could do is open the goddamn door! I’m so serious I’m so fucking serious. If you don’t open this door right now I swear to god, I will hate you til the day I fucking die.”

“I’m sorry.”

She let out a heart-wrenching wail and smacked her fists against the storm door. “You fucking did this to me! Open the door! Open the door, Fez! C’mon man…”

Wordlessly, you took Fez’s hand and led him back to the bedroom, the sound of Rue banging on the door for far too long until she tired herself out and left.

The two of you had laid in silence and you waited without expectation until he began to speak. “I just…don’t know how to help her, ya know?” Fez murmured, staring up at the ceiling. 

“She’s an addict, Fez. And you’re a dealer. You can’t control what she does and you have to let her fail on her own. It sucks but there’s only so much you can do.”

“I know.” He sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. “Thank you for being here.” After a while, Fez finally fell asleep in your arms, his breathing finally evening out after an exhausting encounter. You tucked him into bed, curling up into his side as you tried to get some sleep of your own.

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Answers are completely anonymous and the survey should take less than 10 minutes to complete.

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i miss footie tumblr lockdown era

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a lot of pieces of media will show characters catching fireflies with just their bare hands. in some cases they will just land on the persons fingers. to gently be placed inside of a jar..

for people who live in areas who don’t have fireflies, i want you to know that is not made up or exaggerated for those scenes. fireflies are really like that. they are slow and not cautious at all. while camping i would just walk up to one flying in the air and grab it. and it would sit on my hands like “oh ok.” they are my friends.

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When Kelsea sang “scream I’m just like my parents and giving up easy / but you never took that last flight to see me / looks like our ending ain’t ending happily” in Mountain With A View.

When Kelsea sang “but I wasn’t made for fixing a plate and getting divorced sounds scary” in Just Married.

When Kelsea sang “I kissed someone new last night and now I don’t know where you’re sleeping baby / we got along real nice / until I wanted out now I know you hate me” in Penthouse.

When Kelsea sang “good thing I’m good alone cuz that’s how I’ll sign the papers” in Interlude.

When Kelsea sang “you didn’t ever wanna leave the house / I didn’t want a family” in Blindsided.

When Kelsea sang “I hope that you get the house and the good wife and the kids / and I hope I never leave me again” in Leave Me Again.