dating kj apa | (would include)

Originally posted by alfred-enoch

- you love it when he lets his bead grow up

- “you look so hot, and rough”

- watching him playing his guitar

- “babe can you film me playing the guitar for a sec”

- asking him to give you guitar lessons and totally sucking

- “it’s too hard!” “you’ve almost got it babe”

- kj would always mention you in everything, including interviews, he loves to brag.

- teasing him about his red hair, but secretly loving it

- never being able to be mad at you

- “god you’re so adorable”

- forehead kisses on forehead kisses

- late night cuddle sessions

- always takes you to see your favourite bands/artists when they tour near you

- constant banter

- “for the love of god- kj you just aren’t daddy”

- getting to meet the entire riverdale cast

- everyone would love you guys as a couple

- being his date to all his events

- having to third wheel whenever cole & kj were together

- you’re his princess

- going to set to visit kj

- whenever he was back with you he took you out every single weekend

- being silly/goofy together all the time

- constant facetimes when he’s away

- ass grabbing

- “kj! we’re in public” “baby i know you love it”

- barley any fights

- melting when he calls you baby girl

- kj constantly posting photos of you on his instagram and even on his story

- netflix all day

- make out sessions

- literally everything in your entire relationship in passionate

- spending as much time together as possible before he has to go back to work

- visiting new zealand with me

- “jeez it’s freezing!”

- cuddles on cuddles on cuddles

- long hugs

- borrowing (stealing) all of kj’s clothes

- watching him drool as you walk around in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts

- playing with his dog

- “you’re the cutest doggie in the world”

- jealous kj so much jealous kj

- “quit looking at my girl” “my girl?”

- teasing

- long kisses

- piggy backs when your feet start to ache

- pestering him to sing to you

- catching him recording you as you dance around in the bathroom

- over protective kj

- chill nights in

- going camping and turning your phones up and disconnect yourself from the world but not each other

- lots of disposable cameras

- laughing so much your stomach aches

- massages his head when he was trouble sleeping

- back scratches

- taking goofy pictures together and of each other

- “you’re such a dork”

- wakes up to cuddle you in the middle of the night when you wake up from a nightmare.

- watching riverdale with him and watching him make out with cami

- “is this awkward?” “nah i’m kinda jealous”

- going to coachella with him, the riverdale gang and he’s other guy friends

- “your girlfriends smoking” “shut it”

- constant present and surprises and not to mention flowers

- buying you a puppy so when your home and he isn’t you won’t be all alone.

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threat // peter parker

request from @fragilefrances: Reader keeps getting threats and she keeps it to herself and when she disappears, Peter finds the threats and tries to find her before its too late

word count: 3.3k

a/n: hey guys! this my first time writing a request, so i hope you guys enjoy! i realize i didn’t do exactly what the request said, but i hope it’s still ok (sorry!!). unedited! this will get a part 2 soon! and starting next monday, i begin high school! it should be okay for the first few weeks, but i might get a lil busy so i hope y'all understand! i’ll still write as much as possible <3 and hope you guys enjoy this! warning for threatening and kidnapping themes. <3333



“So I thought about telling her that, y’know, I was kind of in an awkward situation there. But how are you supposed to do that with all these people around?”


“And then she had this idea, right, and I was like, ‘What are you doing?’ and she was getting this empty bottle and she said she wanted to play Spin the Bottle!”

“Uh huh.”

“She knows that I have strict boundaries with that stuff, and she still…” You trail off into silence for a few seconds. “Okay, Pete, I know you don’t care, but give me something to work with here.” You wait for a response, and then check to see if Peter is still on the other end of the line. “Hello?”

“Wait, what did you say?” You sigh audibly at this. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was…zoned out.”

“It’s okay.” There’s a short pause.

“So what were you telling me?”

“Uh, it’s nothing important. Speaking of which, I’m getting a little tired. I’d better get going.”

“It’s not even eight, how are you tired already?” He sounds confused.

“I stayed up last night. I’ll see you.”

“Uh, okay then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hang up the phone call, feeling discomfort poke at you. Peter’s as close to a best friend you’ll ever have. You know him like the back of your hand. But recently he’s been a little weird around you. He’s always off in his own little world, thinking about something else. It was okay the first few times, but now you hardly have conversations with him anymore. You’re just worried if he’s okay sometimes.

Is this just a thing that happens when people grow apart? You gaze out of your tiny window into the not-so-tiny world. The sun is drowning in the horizon, the fiery orange and red tones fading away into pink, and then into periwinkle blue. The city is noisy, but in this transition between day and night, everything looks beautiful.

You think about talking to Peter. But where would you even begin? How do people have supportive conversations? You’re not very good at being helpful in this kind of situation. You move away from your window and flop onto your bed. You dig around your sheets for a minute before finding your phone. You Google ‘Why is my best friend being distant?’ and scroll through a few pages. If anything, this just depresses you more, so you decide to stop.

You’re about to close your phone when it dings with a text. Is it Peter with another half-assed apology? It seems you’ve been spared from that tonight. You scroll through your conversations, but you don’t see any new texts. You frown when you see an old text. Whoops, you forgot to text a classmate back about a quiz. The quiz that happened today. Yikes.

Well, you’re sure it’s okay. You set your phone aside to do homework. But as soon as you lift your pencil, your phone starts ringing. Without looking at who it is, you pick up, voice firm. “Peter, I’m sleeping. Bye.”

You pause, and then look at who’s really calling you. Whoever it was turned off their caller ID. Uh…weird. Is this a prank call? “Um…hello?” You say cautiously.

The silence hangs for what feels like an eternity. Unsettled, you hang up. You have a notification for a text. You open it.

Unknown: There’s a package waiting for you on your doorstep. Get it within fifteen minutes.

You frown. Is this one of your friends trying to play some sick practical joke on you? “Yeah? Or what?” You mutter to yourself, scoffing.

Unknown: [image attached] Or else something might just happen to him.

Your eyes widen when you look at the picture. It’s Peter, sitting in his bedroom. But…he’s, like, attached to the ceiling. He’s hanging upside down and reading a book. No, this must be digitally edited or something. That’s when you see two things. The digital clock, which reads the time right now: 8:37 PM. And a very familiar looking suit on the floor. The Spider-Man suit. You’ve never been more confused.

You feel a tight knot in your chest. How does this person know who Peter is? How do they know you? Who are they? How do they know that you know Peter? They’re not going to hurt him, are they? Why does Peter have that suit? Christ, is he the Spider-Man that you saw in a YouTube video a few days ago?

You look at your clock. Nearly five minutes have passed already. You don’t want to find out what they’ll do to Peter if you don’t comply, so you quickly stand up and fumble to unlock your door. You race downstairs and past a pair of worried looking mothers.

“Honey, is everything -” You cut one of them off as you step out of the apartment. Sure enough, there’s a small box sitting there. You scoop it up and dash back upstairs with it. You swallow, breathing heavily as you grab your phone. Another message pops up.

Unknown: Good girl. Give it to the hooded boy waiting in the alley by your building at 7:50 AM tomorrow. Don’t talk to him.

You try keep yourself together and think. Do you dare send a message?

You: who are you and how do you know me?

You: how do you know him?

No response. You didn’t really expect one, anyway.

You: you can do anything you want with me. just don’t touch him. please.

You don’t expect a response to that, either, but then, a message pops up.

Unknown: Follow your instructions without hesitation and he will go unharmed.

You set your phone down as you try to process everything. The first thing you do is cry, sobbing uncontrollably while you clutch a pillow to your chest. What do you even do? You want to call Peter, but you’re scared of what might happen. Whoever this is knows how dear he is to your heart. What do they know and what don’t they know? Is anything even private anymore?

You think about every memory you shared with Peter. That one time you ruined his new jeans by throwing a cupcake at him. Or when you sat on the floor and debated over Star Wars fan theories for a whole day. Or the countless nights you stayed up with him on Skype, talking endlessly. Or just a few months ago, when he kissed you and he thought you didn’t feel that way about him even though you did.

He’s not just the friend that went through thick and thin with you. You love him, goddammit. And now you don’t know what to do because you can’t imagine being in a world without him. You can’t even imagine him ever being hurt. At any other point in your life, the possibility that he might be Spider-Man would freak you out more than anything. But right now, you don’t care about any of it. You’re pretty sure that even Spider-Man can’t dodge a bullet when he least expects it.

You try to make yourself feel better about it all. So what, you move around a few packages and then they leave you alone. And then you can carry on with your life and have everything be okay. No biggie.

Still, a dark feeling disturbs you.

Having completely forgotten about your homework, you lay on your bed to sleep. You’re too frightened to sleep with the lights off, so you leave them on as you drift into an uncomfortable slumber. You toss and turn all night, racked with paranoia and fear. You hardly get any sleep. For the longest time, you stare at the ceiling. You just want Peter to be safe. You just want to protect him. The idea of protecting Spider-Man feels silly, but the picture ‘Unknown’ sent you lingers in your head. He’s still a kid, like you. He still has vulnerabilities.

You jolt when your alarm clock goes off, scaring you. You quickly switch it off. 6:30 AM. If you have to give the package to someone at 7:50, you’re going to be late for school. You guess one day won’t be too bad. You scrape your hair out of your face and put on your jeans and t-shirt from yesterday. The t-shirt says “May the force be with you” but the word “force” is replaced with the formula for force. It was a Christmas present from Peter.

At 7:30, you head outside to wait with the package in hand. It’s chillier than you expected, but you manage to stand there for twenty minutes. Goosebumps lines your exposed arms as you look around for the recipient. You realize that you didn’t even stop to think about what was in the box. You were so busy worrying about Peter that you forgot about it. What if you’re carrying meth or crack cocaine or something? What if you’re helping some illegal activity happen?

Just as you start freaking out over it, a hooded figure enters the alley. You’ve never seen the guy before, but he looks young. He can’t be older than seventeen. He stares at you expectantly. You open your mouth to say something but quickly shut it when you remember that you’re not supposed to say anything. You quickly hand over the box. To your surprise, he starts opening it. You watch, lips parted.

You expect him to take out something suspicious-looking, but instead he reveals a knife wrapped in cloth. He unwinds the cloth, and before you can even scream, the boy pins you to the wall. One gloved hand presses tightly over your mouth as you try and yell out. He presses the knife to your throat and you reflexively tilt your head back to try and create some space between your neck and the knife.

Oh god, this is it. This is the end. You think about how you should’ve been a little nicer to your moms, and how you should’ve apologized to a few people. You should’ve told Peter you loved him. And maybe kissed him again. His image flashes in your head. His warm, dark eyes that crinkle when he smiles at you. His soft lips against yours, hungry for something you’ve both wanted for an eternity. The way his dark brown hair flops onto his forehead and escapes the gel when he’s leaning over to work on a project. The look on his face right before he’s about to make a dumb joke that you’ll laugh at anyway. It’s all too sweet to let go of so quickly, but if it means saving him, you’ll do it without hesitation.

And then, as though the guy was having second thoughts, he steps back. He almost looks apologetic, but it might just be the lighting. Your heart’s still pounding out of fear as you fumble for your phone. What the hell?

Unknown: Wait until further instruction.

You look back up to yell at the boy, but he’s vanished. You glance into the darkening alley, and then out towards the street. Great, you don’t want your life threatened again anyway. You check the time. It’s nearly 8:10, and you’re already missing first period. You race out to go to school.

In second period English, Peter side eyes you the whole time, like he normally does. You normally do the same, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to look at him today. Your phone is on your lap in case you get a text.

Is he really Spider-Man? You tune out the entire class, until the teacher walks up to you. “Y/N, are you alright?” You jolt slightly in surprise when you see her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you say quickly, tripping over your words.

“You didn’t seem to hear me for the past five minutes. Where’s your homework?” You’re acutely aware that the whole class is staring at you, including Peter. Your cheeks redden in embarrassment when you realize you didn’t do it last night. What are you supposed to say?

“U-Uh, I left it at, um, home.” Your voice is quiet as you look down, your face burning up. Everyone’s going to think you’re stupid and you don’t take school seriously. They’re going to think that instead of doing my homework last night, you were at Flash’s party getting drunk, and that’s why you’re being weird now. Ha. As if you’d even get invited.

You spend the rest of class being extremely embarrassed as you try and participate more. At the end of class, Peter walks up to you. Dejected, you try and walk past him, but he blocks your path.  You step around him, but he’s too quick. He grabs you by the arms this time, but then lets go when you show obvious discomfort. You walk out of the classroom, Peter right beside you. “What’s up with you?” He asks.

“Nothing,” you murmur, slightly annoyed.

“Oh, so you mean nothing as in totally ignoring me, having bags under your eyes, and not doing your homework for once in a blue moon. You look like you saw a ghost, you’re scared out of your damn mind. So don’t give me this bullshit about nothing being wrong, Y/N.” Is he mad at you? Suddenly, it seems silly to think he was the same person you fell in love with months ago. He seems completely different. The Peter you know wouldn’t get mad at you. His expression softens when he sees yours. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you know what, Parker, what’s wrong with you?”

By now, the halls are nearly clear except for those skipping. “What are you talking about?” Peter asks, confused. He looks kind of upset, because he knows you’re serious when you call him by his last name.

“You know what I’m talking about. You hardly talk to me, and you’re never paying attention when you do. If you don’t fricking like being around me, then tell me and I’ll leave you the hell alone! I thought we were best friends, and I thought that meant you could tell me anything. But whenever I ask, you say it’s nothing and I’ve been trying so hard to believe it. Because I trust you to tell me the truth when you think it’s time. But then the moment I start acting weird too, you just have to push it. Maybe I have my own secrets too. Did you ever think about that too? Maybe I put on a suit and I leap around kicking ass, too.” You spread your arms out, the angry look on your face quickly breaking apart. Peter’s eyes are wide as he stares, in complete shock. You can’t bring yourself to say anything else. You wipe the tears that start spilling from your eyes.

Peter tries to pull you into a hug, but you shove him away as hard as you can. Spider-Man can take a push, can’t he? But he winces anyway, simply watching as you walk away. You check your phone, and your heart pangs in your chest at the message.

Unknown: Don’t speak to him again.

You’ve never felt more alone, but at the same time, you can never truly be alone. You can’t even talk to Peter anymore, isolating you from the one person that matters most to you. But now you’re sure they’re watching you somehow. They’re watching your every footstep, they’re listening to your every word.

You instantly feel bad for yelling at Peter, as you always do whenever you get upset at him. You just can’t control your emotions around him anymore. For some reason, this all makes you want to protect him more.

God, you hate everything. You hate Peter for what he does but love him for who he is, which is a confusing thing all on its own. And he’s Spider-Man. And you’re doing scary ass things under the promise of his safety.

Your fingers brush against your throat. There isn’t a cut there or anything. Huh, maybe the knife just wasn’t that sharp.

Your phone pings with instructions to retrieve a box. For the next few hours, you’re forced to skip school as you obediently follow seemingly random orders. Thankfully, you don’t get any more knives shoved to your throat again. You just move things around, and you don’t even have to deliver things to anyone.

Over the course of the day, you start to calm down a little. It’s only now that you begin to question the person’s motive of threatening you with Peter. Do they want something from you? Or something from Peter? Peter is more likely, with him being Spider-Man and all. But all Spider-Man does is stop robbers and help old ladies out. He just doesn’t seem like a person worth targeting for the reason that he might be a threat to criminals.

You’ve had missed calls from him all day. He must be wondering where you went, but every time you even get the urge to call back, you remember the harsh warning you were given to not talk to him. He sent you tons of texts, too.

Peter: where are you???

Peter: y/n please!! i’m worried about you, just tell me you’re safe and i’ll stop.

Peter: i know you’re mad and you don’t care, but i really care. just tell me if you’re home or something. i won’t come visit you if you don’t want me to. i just need to know if you’re in a safe place. that’s it.

Messages like this continue on until a few scrolls. Finally, they come to a stop and then Ned texts you.

Ned: Hey Y/N Peter looks like he’s going to have a panic attack

Ned: It’s really bad and he won’t listen to me

Ned: Just tell him you’re okay so he’ll stop freaking out

Ned: Dude you realize he’ll put on his suit and try and find you if you don’t respond soon right

You take a deep breath and look away, pained inside. You don’t want to think about Peter getting anxiety over you. At least he’s alive. And when all of this is over, you can tell him everything and he’ll understand. Because he’d do the same for you. That’s just the kind of people you and Peter are. Your thoughts are cut off when you see you got a message from ‘Unknown’.

Unknown: Go back to the alleyway by your apartment and wait.

Unknown: This is the last message you will receive.

Something about this feels weird to you. Wait for what? This is a vague message, which is unusual considered the pattern of very specific messages. Nonetheless, you begin making your way home. Your phone keeps buzzing with messages, probably from Ned. You keep yourself going with only one thought in mind. It’s almost over. Just one more thing to do, and then it’s all over. You just hope Peter will be okay.

You finally get to the alleyway as the sun moves downward. It won’t be sunset for a few hours, unfortunately, but it’s not like you would be able to see it from down here anyway. You’re nervous, and there’s a very odd feeling in your gut. It’s giving you a very clear message. RUN. You ignore it, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone’s coming. No one.

You wait there for a while, realizing how exhausted you are from running around the city all day. You probably have so much homework to catch up on, and you owe an explanation for not showing up to most of your classes. Your phone buzzes again, and you finally look at it.

Mom: Honey, why did your mother and I get an email saying that you didn’t go to any of your classes other than English today?

Mom: You know that you can talk to us about anything. You can tell us the truth.

Shit. You are so screwed when you go home. You quickly start thinking of excuses, because you obviously can’t tell them the truth in this situation. As you worry over this, you don’t notice that someone is behind you.

Suddenly, you feel metal clang against your skull, and you’re gone. You drop the ground instantaneously, unconscious.


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Harsh Words Pt. 2

Requested By: A lot of people

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter were what you would call “frenemies,” you despised him, but he wanted to win you back, that is until he found out you were the new villain in Queens, the one he’s been fighting.

Warnings: Swearing, could still possibly be triggering for some people, beware ending, pls don’t hate me oh no

Word Count: 2,995


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A/N: AHHHH SO MANY PEOPLE LOVED HARSH WORDS PART ONE!! I’m mind blown how much you all enjoyed it, I really wasn’t expecting it to blow up as much as it did, so I’m truly honored and appreciative that you all took the time to read what I wrote and left amazing comments that made my day, therefore, I love you all. Also, I left it on a really intense cliff hanger, that way if people liked it enough again, I’d do a part three if requested enough. :)

Part one

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

There was never a moment where Peter would have thought you two would stop being best friends, but what topped that was seeing you that night, holding those people hostage.

You were the most down to earth, kind hearted person Peter had ever known, and to see you being this dark, dangerous, well, villain, broke him inside.

“Peter, I brought you some ice, now would you like to tell me what happened?” Aunt may questioned, handing him ice wrapped in a cloth for his black eye that was forming.

“It was nothing really, I’m just really clumsy May, you know this.” Peter mumbled, thanking her for the ice, before placing it on his throbbing eye, which he had you to thank for.

May didn’t look convinced but she let it go, not wanting to stress Peter out anymore than he already was.

It had been almost a full month since the hostage incident, Peter remembered it perfectly, his Spidey senses were tingling, he swung to where he sensed the issue, finding the villain he had been fighting against for weeks.

There was a moment where he thought something felt off, but he pushed it to the back of his head, he should have listened.

He knew the second he heard your voice, but he didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want to believe it was you, so he did the only thing that could prove him wrong, to prove to himself that it wasn’t you, so he asked the most simple question.

Who are you?

What happened after that was a bit of a blur, he remembers hearing the laugh, your laugh, and then getting hit a few times.

He remembers holding his stomach in pain, glancing up to see you backing away into the darkness, hearing his name fall off your lips, and it was then that he had to face reality, it really was you.

After that was more than a blur, it was disbelief, he remembers his heart pounding erratically in his chest, before flying through his window, scaring the shit out of Ned who looked just as panicked once he saw Peter’s face.

But it was the moment that Peter told Ned everything that happened, that it hit him that this was all really happening, that it was you, his ex-best friend that was now his enemy.

The only difference was, he wasn’t going down without a fight, he said he’d win you back, and he meant every word.

Three months had passed since the incident between you and Peter, you’d give him glares in the hallways, as he gladly returned them, Ned would awkwardly look between the both of you, while Liz and Michelle would help boost your ego even more.

Liz and Michelle had become your all time best friends, you all did every thing together, whether it was going shopping, eating, even movie nights, you all did it all.

However, there were moments where you missed the old times, where it would be Peter, Ned and you, doing all those things together.

But, things happen, people change.

You were in your first period, of course, the class with Peter and Ned, you made sure to sit as far away from the two of them as possible, as they did the same.

“Okay, good morning class! Today we will be doing a fun little experiment, but to do it, you need a partner,” Mr. Scott started, but waved his hands seeing everyone automatically trying to pair up, “But I will be assigning partners, I know how you all get when you’re with your friends.” He eyed everyone, pointing his fingers, making some of your classmates laugh.

“Alright, lets start with Ned and Amy,” He trailed off, Ned giving Peter a wide eyed look, and then your name was called, “Y/N and… Ah! Yes, Peter!” He smiled cheerfully, as you looked across the room at Peter.

He could have paired you up with anyone, LITERALLY ANYONE and he chose Peter, just your luck.

Mr. Scott soon dismissed everyone once they had a partner, but you and Peter just sat at your desks, refusing to move first.

“Y/N, Peter, get to work.” Mr. Scott scolded, making you roll your eyes, as you gave Peter a look, basically implying ’get your ass over here before I throw a chair at you.

Peter let out a huff, before grabbing his belongings and moving to your desk, the feeling of satisfaction running through your body as he slumped into the seat next to you.

You glanced at him, observing his features, something you hadn’t done in a while, you hated to admit it, but he looked good, like really good.

“Alright so um.. Lets just get this over with.” Peter muttered, making you nod and start the experiment.

You two didn’t talk the entire time, actually getting the experiment done for once, unlike last time, that is until halfway through.

“You want to tell me what you’re up to?” Peter muttered, his eyes never leaving the bubbling liquid in front of them.

“In you dreams Parker.” You muttered back, putting another chemical into the liquid in front of you.

“How’d you know I dream about you?” Peter whispered jokingly, making you freeze for a moment, making Peter smirk slightly.

“You know what I meant you dumbass.” You grumbled, placing another chemical into the beaker.

You both then went back to silence, until Peter broke it, again.

“You’re so much better than this you know.” Peter pressed on, making you roll your eyes, something he caught out of the corner of his.

“Like you’re one to talk.” You huffed, making his head turn slightly, looking at you in bewilderment.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Peter fired back, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“A few months ago, you ruined my life, and now that it’s happening to you, you don’t like it, ironic isn’t it?” You smiled, looking at the brunette haired boy, watching as his face scrunched up in anger.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone Y/N, no matter what.” Peter spoke lowly, making you smirk and let out a laugh.

“What makes you so sure Peter?” You raised your eyebrows, moving closer to him, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his breathing becoming heavier.

“Because I know you, and I know somewhere deep down in there,” His hands motioned all around you, “That my best friend is still in there, and she’s hurt, because I hurt her, when all she did was care about me.” Peter declared, and for a split second he saw something change in your eyes, but quickly disappeared.

You blinked a few times, turning your focus back to the experiment, this time, satisfaction was going through Peter’s body, not yours.

The school day ended quicker than you anticipated, Peter’s words still swarming your head, you couldn’t get them out, no matter how hard you tried.

Everywhere you walked, Peter was there, watching you, making sure you didn’t harm anyone, which made you anxious.

Until you arrived home, and you put your outfit on, your mask hiding your face, and the confidence and darkness returned to you.

You weren’t sure how this happened really, after Peter broke your heart you needed an outlet, and what better way than to cause a ton more issues for the one and only Spider-Man?

You went out your window, and before you knew it, you were causing so much commotion, and you were positive Spider-Man was on your trail, which only made it even more of a thrill.

The thing was though, you didn’t actually harm anyone, you never laid a finger on one person, you just did enough to cause an issue to trigger his Spider-Man senses.

You were now running, mainly from Spider-Man himself, you knew he was around, it was late, making it the perfect time for Mr. crime fighting spider to appear.

You ran to a familiar place crowded with people, making them all get on the ground, your threats coming out harsher than you intended, and sure enough, Spider-Man appeared.

“I thought I told you, I wouldn’t let you hurt anyone, therefore, you need to step back before this gets ugly.” Spider-Man threatened, making you laugh darkly, sending chills down his spine.

What was happening to you?

“I guess you don’t pay attention much do you?” You crossed your arms, looking at the masked figure in front of you, before motioning around you.

You were on the boating dock, people on the ground, shaking in fear, unsure of what you would do.

Spider-Man took a look around, his eyes widening on the mask, it was the dock where he cut the boat in half, guilt instantly hitting him, and you knew it did.

“P-Please don’t h-hurt us..” One of the hostages choked out, making your heart break the slightest bit, before you went back to your alter ego.

“This needs to end, now.” Spider-Man growled out, he knew exactly what you were up to now, the dock, the people, everything clicked.

You were using his own fear against him.

“Everyone get out of here now!” Spider-Man shouted as he shot a web at you, but you dodged it swiftly, as everyone started running, getting out of there as quick as they could.

“Did you really think this would work? Huh!” Spider-Man shouted, clearly angry, making you grin through your mask.

“Didn’t it?” You shot back, making him freeze for a moment, which you took as your opportunity to attack him.

You caught him off guard, hitting him in the stomach and face, as he groaned in pain, holding his stomach.

“This can either go two ways..” He groaned out, webbing your arm and yanking you down to the ground.

“Either we fight until one of us can’t anymore, or we settle this the way we should of months ago.” Spider-Man shouted through his mask, and for a moment you wanted to take the second option, but you held a grudge, and you weren’t giving up that easy.

You stood back up, a few feet away from him, before charging at him, he shot webs at you, some hitting you and some not, and you made sure to hit him a few times before he hit you back, knocking you to the ground.

“Please, d-don’t do this..” He groaned out, as you slowly stood back up, you knew you were going to be severely bruised in the morning.

“Don’t you get it!” You shouted, ripping your mask off, revealing cuts and bruises already forming, as your eyes started watering.

“I want to forgive you so bad.” You choked out, a tear slipping down your cheek, as you watched him slowly slip his mask off also.

“Then why don’t you?” He pressed on, watching you sadly, he hadn’t seen you this vulnerable since that day in the cafeteria where he humiliated you in front of everyone.

“Because you broke my heart Peter.” You whispered, tears now falling down your cheeks, your lip trembling.

Peter stood there shocked, were you implying you liked him? Or more so, loved him?

“Y/N.. I didn’t.. I-I didn’t know..” Peter stammered, trying to find the right words as you laughed bitterly.

“Maybe once you cared about me, but after you shut me out, all of that went to hell, I was alone Peter, I had nobody.” You looked at him angrily, more tears falling down your face.

“I-I told you, I-I thought I was p-protecting you!” Peter tried to defend himself, stepping forward slightly, but you stepped back, raising a finger at him.

“No, Peter,” You took a deep breath, “You chose that day what you wanted, and it was clear, you didn’t want me.” You gave a sad smile, shrugging your shoulders as Peter shook his head frantically.

“No, Y/N, that’s not true at all!” He shouted, running his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth.

“How am I supposed to believe you Peter?” You choked out, watching the brunette haired boy in front of you.

“Because, if you give me another chance, I can prove it to you, I-I can be a better person, your person.” Peter’s spoke softly, his own eyes starting to tear up as he observed you carefully, his heart beating so hard you could hear it.

“Promise me.” You whispered, shutting your eyes tightly, and for a second you heard nothing, until he breathed out the words you’ve wanted to hear.

“I promise Y/N.” Peter whispered back, and for a moment the old you was back, and Peter recognized his best friend again.

But then a loud sound filled the air, something, or someone flew through the air, shooting into a building, making it catch on fire.

You flinched, watching in horror as the building started to become more and more dangerous.

“Peter.” You whispered, looking at him wide eyed, you were right in the path for the building.

His eyes widened, realizing what was going to happen, you stood there, your body trembling in fear, you screamed at your legs to move, but they didn’t.

And then it happened, a loud explosion erupted, echoing throughout the dark sky.

Peter started sprinting to you, the sound of the building falling getting louder, metal and dust starting to cloud the air.

“Y/N!” Peter shouted, his eyes searching frantically for you, his legs burning from running so hard.

You tried to run, the best you could, before making eye contact with Peter, your eyes filled with fear, as was Peter’s.

“Peter!” You screamed, as he ran to you, pushing everything he had left in him to get to you, he had to get to you.

The air was getting worse, and before he knew it, the building fell completely, and so did his heart.

His eyes searched for you, his mind moving at warp speed, this couldn’t happen, not now, not after everything that’s happened.

And then there was silence, Peter’s heart breaking at the scene, he was too late.

That night in Queens, it was as if time stopped, and all that was heard was Spider-Man’s strangled sobs and screams.

Boxed In (Cole Sprouse x Reader)

Imagine: You were always able to keep your fear of large crowds a well-kept secret from your co-workers, the cast of Riverdale. When your fame grows and you become recognized by fans on the street, your secret comes out and you worry about what your crush, Cole, will think.

“That’s a wrap! Great job, everyone!” Lee, the director of the current episode, boomed into the megaphone, clapping his hand together.

You wiped the tears away you had shed during your monologue to Cole, the both of you laughing. Your cast members, Lili, KJ, Casey, and Camilia came out onto the set–Pop’s parking lot–to give you both a big hug. That was the end of Season 2 of Riverdale, and the end of your first time acting in a mainstream television show. You were exhilarated, proud, and excited to see the finished product.

Everyone returned to their dressing rooms to change out of their costumes.

“I’m gonna miss wearing this,” you said with a sly grin, gesturing to your South Side Serpents jacket as you hung it on the rack.

“Don’t worry, once a Serpent, always a Serpent,” Cole said, chuckling.

“Great job, (Y/N),” Lili said with a kind smile. “That was awesome for someone’s first time acting on-screen.”

You smiled back, shyly. “Thank you, Lili. That means a lot. I’m so glad to have become friends with all of you, you’re all family to me, now!” You raised your voice so everyone could hear.

“Incoming!” KJ yelled, wrapping his arms around you. Everyone joined into a group hug, and one of the marketing interns snapped a picture for the Instagram. What a great way to end the season.

Your hair whipped around in the wind as you cruised down a busy Hollywood street, seated on the passenger’s side of Cole’s convertible. His radio blasted some local indie rock, mixing with the whooshing noise of the hot air. The two of you bopped your heads to the music, and his hand rested on your knee. Your heart raced.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t crushing on your co-star, Cole, hardcore. When he’d suggested grabbing lunch after wrapping the last episode (he was booked with photography sessions and interviews the whole season), you excitedly said yes, and counted down the days until you’d finally get to go on what you called “your first date”, even if it was just lunch.

He pulled into the roundabout, handing his keys to the valet before rounding around the front to grab your door. You blushed, taking his arm to enter what was probably the nicest restaurant you’ve ever seen.

Lunch was everything you’d hoped it would be. The food was amazing, and Cole was genuine, charming, and just a bit flirtatious. You reminisced over funny moments during filming and filled each other in on your side hobbies, yours being music and his being photography.

The meal was over as fast as it started, and you were disappointed to know that it may be the last time you hang out with Cole for a while.

“Want to take a walk?” Cole said with a smile.

You grinned. “I wouldn’t want anything more.”

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Don’t Stop Feeling

Originally posted by brucwayn-e

Requests: Hey, I love your blog and I was wondering if you could try doing this request! Could you do a jughead x reader where it’s in Episode 5 and the reader and him are like very close friends and both have feelings for each other and like the reader says to jughead she’s scared to go to Jason’s funeral and when they sit down jughead like puts his arm around her and they hold hands and he keeps reassuring her that he’ll protect her if anything happens and just lots of floofy floof. Does it make sense?

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You and Jughead go to Jason’s memorial, and you’re a bit more nervous than the others.

Warnings: none

Word count: 822

A/N: whoever requested this, I am so sorry that I took this long to write this. This one is just a lil fluffy thing, hopefully I’ll get up some longer fics soon. Enjoy!      

“Ready to enter the belly of the beast?” a voice asked from behind you.  You jumped and turned around to see your best friend, Jughead, entering your bedroom.  You breathed a sigh of relief.

“Jesus, Jug, you scared me,” you breathed, and then turned around to face the mirror again, adjusting your outfit.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” you beamed, “so do you.”  He shifted a bit, a small smile creeping up on his face.

“We should probably get going,” he said.  You timidly nodded and fidgeted a bit more with your outfit before approaching Jughead. He held out his arm to you, and you accepted it, holding it as you descended the stairs.  

“God, this is going to sound so stupid,” you started as the two of you were headed to the Blossoms’ mansion, “but I’m scared to go to Jason’s funeral.”  Jughead sympathetically smiled as he wrapped his arm around you.

“It’ll be okay,” he assured you.  “I’ll be right by your side the entire time.”

When you finally arrived at the giant house, you inhaled deeply, trying to put yourself at ease. Jughead noticed your apprehension and hugged you close to him.  The gesture comforted you, so you both entered the mansion.  Inside, you spotted a few of your friends.  Archie sat sporting his letterman jacket, and next to him sat Kevin.  Behind them were Betty and Veronica.  Jughead took his arm off of you as you two took your seats.

The service began, and you started to tense up again.  Jughead quickly realized your discomfort, and he grabbed your hand.  Your fingers slowly intertwined, but neither of you tore your eyes away from the front of the room.

Cheryl’s dramatic speech ended (during which Jughead was stroking your knuckles with his thumb), and you, Betty, and Jughead went off to investigate.  During the entire investigation, you were jittering with nervousness.  No matter what you were doing, Jughead found a way to maintain physical contact with you. Whether it was wrapping an arm around your shoulders, grabbing your hand, or holding your waist, he was always touching you.  Although you would never admit it, you may have been over exaggerating your anxiety so you could stay close to Jughead.

And Jughead would never admit it, but he was glad you were nervous so that he could do the things he’d been dying to do.

The two of you were leaving the Blossom’s mansion after the memorial, both shaken from the events that just occurred.

“I’m gonna go to Pop’s,” Jughead broke the silence.  “I need to write.”

“I’ll go with you,” you said, not looking up at him.  You two were still holding hands.

“Okay,” he nodded, biting back a smile.  The rest of your journey to the diner was silent, both of you overwhelmed with thoughts. You entered the diner and settled into your usual booth.  Jughead pulled his laptop out of his bag.  He opened the lid and immediately began to type.  You decided to just sit in silence and watch Jughead work.  The memorial service had you too shaken up to crave a milkshake.

“Are you okay?” Jughead’s voice disturbed the silence.  You glanced up from your fidgeting hands and smiled at him.

“I’m fine,” you replied, shrugging.  He closed his laptop lid and turned all of his attention towards you.

“Is it about Jason’s memorial?” he questioned.  You sighed but nodded.  “It’s okay to be shaken by that, you know.  Having to go to a classmate’s funeral is kind of traumatic.”

“But no one else seemed as disturbed as I was,” you complained.  “I just feel so weak and pathetic.  Besides, it’s not like I knew or particularly liked Jason.”  Jughead reached across the table to grab your hands in his.

“You’re feeling this way because you care, (Y/N),” he told you, staring into your eyes.  “You are a person who feels things very deeply, more than a normal person.  It’s what makes you who you are.”

“What if I don’t like that?” you responded immediately and your voice raised a bit.  “What if I don’t want to feel things deeply?”

“You can’t stop your emotions, (Y/N).”

“I can try.”

“Don’t,” he commanded, squeezing your hands a little harder.  “Don’t ever stop feeling things.”

“Why can’t I be more like you then?” you asked.  Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed as his face twisted up into a puzzled expression.

“More like me?” he repeated.

“You don’t show your emotions that much,” you elaborated.  “You’re always acting nonchalant and brooding.”

“Then feel for the both of us, (Y/N),” he advised.  “I’m insouciant because that’s how I am, and you’re a passionate person.  It’s who we are.”

You smiled at Jughead.  “Thank you, Jug.”

He grinned and slowly released your hand, not taking his eyes off of you.  “Anytime, (Y/N),” he responded, a blush dusting his cheeks.  “I’d do anything to make sure you never stop feeling.”

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Butter kiss

Pairing: Jughead X Reader

Requests: Hey, I’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. Like he walks with her in school. Sits with her in pop’s. The reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). And the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. And it’s kinda hot Thank youu ^^

Hiii. I’d like to request a jughead x reader. And maybe something with jughead being super protective over the reader. But the reader doesn’t really mind, bc the reader think it’s hot? Thaanks

Hi I’m absolute jughead trash, can you do something with him being jealous please?


A/N: I just wanna take a sec to express how insanely grateful I am for the positive response regarding my writing. I honestly love and appreciate you guys so much and I’m so glad you enjoy the utter shite I put out onto the internet! I haven’t posted anything in ages because I’ve been super busy with work and I also had a bunch of issues with my laptop so I thought I’d combine a couple of my requests and therefore hopefully please two people with one imagine. Also I loved this request so thanks to the fabulous anons that sent it and I hope you enjoy it.

-          A xoxo

Warnings: none except kissing.


You heard footsteps clattering towards you at a remarkable pace as you made your way out of the school gates, bag slung over your shoulder and a redheaded companion at your left side. You smirked to yourself, already knowing exactly who it was even before he sidled up to your right.

“(Y/N) where’re you going?” Jughead asked through breathless pants, sounding half confused and half concerned.

“Home Jug, It’s the end of school, remember?”

Obviously but why didn’t you wait for me?” the annoyance on his face was evident as he shifted his gaze from you and then to Archie and back again.

“I didn’t think it’d matter. I know you don’t like me going anywhere alone but Archie’s coming over and he’s walking with me.” You replied with a frown, stopping to look him in his icy eyes. They were narrowed and you watched as he inhaled sharply through his flared nostrils and clenched his jaw. You desperately tried to diminish the flush that had crept its way onto your cheeks and dispel the surge of butterflies in your stomach as you observed his antics.

“So, you didn’t think to tell me that you were replacing me with Andrews, that sure is nice of you (Y/N)!”

And with that he turned back towards the school building and stormed away. Archie looked uncomfortable but you simply scoffed and pulled him along, continuing on your way back to your house.

Ever since Jason had been found murdered he had insisted on accompanying you everywhere you went so that he could ‘keep you safe’. Usually it didn’t bother you, in fact you found yourself anticipating your time together and falling for the boy who’s overly-protective behaviour stirred a familiar feeling deep within your chest. However lately he had been acting strangely when he found you in the presence of a certain redheaded Bulldog. You decided that you would confront him about his odd behaviour the following day when he had had time to escape from the clutches of the bad mood that apparently had a hold of him.

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse


­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­The following morning you opened your front door, dressed for school and equipped with two pieces of slightly burnt toast that were swaddled in kitchen roll in order to prevent the hot butter from trickling onto your skin. You were met with the sight of a beanie-clad boy sprawled on the steps of your porch with his back facing you; a sight to which you had become quickly accustomed to after the shocking and gruesome discovery of the Blossom boys’ body. Jughead had absolutely insisted on walking you to school in the morning, hoping to deter the murderer should reveal they reveal themselves and subsequently make an attempt on your life.

Upon hearing the door close the boy turned to face you, smiling sheepishly as you handed him the toast with raised eyebrows, expecting an explanation for his antics the previous evening in return.

“Look, about yesterday…” he began, eyes unable to meet yours, instead watching his feet shift their weight and hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. “…I just wanna make sure you I can keep you safe, Jason’s killer is still out there. As for Archie, he’s my best friend and I know exactly how he gets around girls which means there’s no way he’d be able to stop himself from making a move on you which could only end in complete disaster! I’m sorry okay, it was stupid and I should know that you can protect yourself.”

“It’s not stupid Jug, it’s hot,” you blurted impulsively, biting your lip as you took in his dishevelled appearance that somehow made you weak at the knees.

He looked up at you now, wide eyes scanning your features for any sign of regret but they found none. You silently debated whether to pursue the idea that had just invaded your thoughts. You watched his tongue dart out and swipe across his slightly parted lips, wetting them as the tension built between you and the sight solidified your decision. Lunging forward you crashed your lips against his, standing on your tip toes and reaching up to wind your fingers through the ebony curls at the base of his neck. After standing there frozen in shock at first, Jughead soon reacted by pulling you impossibly closer by the front of your jacket and slipping his tongue between your lips gently. The two of you eventually pulled away, lips swollen and lungs breathless as you grinned at each other.

Originally posted by theeskyisthelimit

“As for Archie,” you began, imitating his previous statement. “You don’t need to protect me from him! You’re the one I want Jughead.”

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Not Like the Movies (Jughead x Reader)

“My first request ever! Would you write a JugheadxReader where the reader worked at the drive-in with him and they got really close, she knew about his family and living situation, she falls in love with him and when she’s gonna tell him she sees him with Betty at Pop’s? If so, thank you very much, you are awesome and I love your writing!” –Anonymous

Imagine: You met Jughead Jones while working a summer job at the drive-in. He becomes enamored with your love of the movies, and you become enamored with him. When you find out about Betty Cooper, you are heartbroken.

It all started with a summer job.

Your grandfather had special ties with the mayor, and just gushed over how you would be the perfect fit for the Twilight Drive-In summer team. You traded in your summer arsenal of journals and tire swings for popcorn and Red Vines, becoming the sweet face who served the snacks during every showing. Customer service was always a drag and serving theater food made you feel sticky in a way you’ve never felt before, but it made you feel less lonely. It kept you busy.

And you had to admit, you loved the movies.

You were serving during a showing of Casablanca when you saw him.

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The Makeup Challenge | COLE SPROUSE X READER

Description / Request: After not posting a video for a while on her Youtube channel, the reader decides to film a challenge with her newfound friend Cole Sprouse. Her very, attractive, famous, friend.

Word Count: 1593

“Yo hoes,” I greeted winking at the camera a few feet in front of me. “It’s been a while. What’s up?” I paused for moment pretending someone was answering back. “Nice. Anyways I’m here today with a very special guest and you’ll never guess who it is.”

I looked over at the other side of the room which was out of camera shot. “That’s your cue,” I said monotonously shaking Cole out of his reverie. He ran and jumped onto my bed which is what we decided to sit on for my video.

Cole grabbed my face and pressed our cheeks together flashing a heart stopping smile at the camera. “Hi everyone. I’m Dylan Sprouse and you’re watching Disney Channel.”

I pushed him away and giggled. “No but seriously, I’m here with Cole Mitchell Sprouse. Not Dylan as you can probably tell by the hair. And today we’re going to be doing to makeup challenge!”

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KAREN (part 2) (P.Parker x Reader )

Here it is people part two! I tried to make it as Fluffy as possible but it looked really impossible. But I hope you guys like this.

After what happened at the vault, you began to try and hang around more with Peter and Ned. You manage to balance your time. You were finished fixing the voice command for the suit. All you need to do was to install it on the suit but you needed the suit in your possesion to be able to install it.

“ ughh… How am I gonna install it? ” you said as you rubbed your face with both hands and muffled a groan.

You heard a familiar alarm beep. You immidiately rolled to turned and activated the holo screens as you placed the mic. Peter was putting on the suit.

( Time Skip. Sorry I don’t know what actually happened at the boat scene fully so yeah. I haven’t watch the movie yet but I am planning on watching it on youbtube. )

The incident on the boat technically was getting to Peter. He took of his mask before you could ask if he was ok. You watch him from the monitos as he sat on the edge.

“ Oh Peter … ” you mumbled.

Few moments later as you watch, Your dad arrived and began scolding the poor boy at fault. You couldn’t do anything just watch as Peter said he was sorry. It angered you. The way your father thinks he is a good person.

“ Ok, I think I’m gonna need the suit back. ” Tony said as your eyes widen. Peter begged him not to.

“ No. Please, I’m nothing without this suit. "he begged as Tony reasoned out with him again. You were had a frown as you watched the two. You wanted to comfort Peter but you can’t.

Tony got home as he was greeted with a frowning you.

” Is there something wrong Sweetie? “ he asked as you just called for Friday who showed a video to Tony behind you while the glare didn’t leave your space. Tony gave a ” uh oh “ look.

” You were there? Sweetie its not nice to earsdropping in a conversation.

“ don’t give me that crap dad! I understand what Peter did was kinda suicide but he atleast tried to help! ” you argued as Tony just walked away from you.

“ I don’t wanna talk about this, Y/n. ”

“ Dad! Don’t walk away from me! Peter is right You never ever listen! Dad this is why I went to Steve’s side on Germany. Dad, you maybe smart but you are still Human! Do you know how much mom worries for you when you fight evil things in the city? God! Dad please! Peter didn’t mean that to happen! You are not a God! You can’t stop death, you may lessen it but you are risking something. For Pete’s sake Dad! I need you alive! We need you! Do you know how much Peter wants to be like you? Dad, he even wanted to be your son?! His parent died in his early age but that didn’t cause him to rebel and learn to be good. You dad I Love you but sometimes I wished you weren’t my dad. I can’t always live up to your expectations on me cause once I fail you would disown me! ” you cried as your tears fell.

“ Y/n, I would never disown you- when did I- ” “ When I lost the world robotics contest when I was 7, you shut me out!! It took a year before you even started to talk to me again. I can’t take this anymore! I’m gonna say it! I Hate You so much! ” you cut him off as you dashed out of the livng room as Tony called your name. You ran to your room and changed into some jeans and sweater. You ran out of the Avengers Tower and took a cab.

You bought some ice cream and chips on your way. You now stood infront of the Parker’s apartment door. You took a deep breath and knocked. A few moments the door opened.

“ Oh Y/n? What are you doing here? ” Aunt May asked as she opened the door. You sent her a warm greeting. “ um I came to visit Peter. Is he home? ” you asked. May gave you as sad nod, she knew something happened. She let you enter as she walked you to Peter’s door.

“ I’ll leave everything to you Y/n. Thank you for coming. ” May thanked with a sad smile and gave you a small hug before leaving.

You looked at the door for a solid 5 minutes before a knock.

“ I not hungry aunt may. ” you heard the sadness in his tone behind the doors.

“ Actually, its Y/n. I came for the Star Wars Death Star lego model that Ned gave you to hide. ” you lied. A few moments before sounds of foot steps made its way to the door as it opened to reveal to you a red eyes Peter. You gave him a sad smile.

“ What is it? I know Ned didn’t left the model here. ” he asked a little straight as he looked at you in a very lifeless pair of eyes.

“ Can’t I just visit my Best friend? I bought Ice Cream on the way. ” you teased as you lifted the white 7/11 plastic that had the gallon of Ice Cream. He sent you a sad smile as he fully opened the door a signed that you are free to enter.

“ Here it comes! ” you joked as You looked at the laptop screen. Peter was constantly laughing as you got off his bed and hugged one pole of his double deck.

“ No Luke. I am Your Father! ” Darth Vader confessed at the scene at the laptop as Peter turned his gaze from the screen to your form as you imitated Luke’s signature act.

“ No! … Thats not true! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! ” you a screamed in a very squeaky and low voice so you wouldn’t wake any neighbors. Peter just laughed at you for a good twenty minutes which you didn’t really mind as long as you can keep him from crying.

“ Had enough yet? ” you smirked as you looked down at Peter who was holding his stomach in pain as a few laughs came out of his lips. “ No more please ahah- no more - I’m ok now. Hah” he laughed out as you giggled as sat beside him in his bed. You both leaned in the wall as you two stayed silent. You saw Peter’s eyes dropping in tiredness and drowsiness, which you found extremely cute because he was rubbing his eyes like a child as he yawned.

You did something that you didn’t even bother thinking of the consequences. Peter felt your hand hold shoulder and head circle him as he felt you pull him against you.

His breath hitched as he felt his head resting on you below shoulders and on your chest he felt your grip tighten as he looked up at you. You had your eyes close and your smile placed on your lips.

Peter thanked God that it was dark inside the room because his cheeks just exploded red as heat radiated on them. Your hugs never felt so warm to Peter. He gave into his urge to encircle his arms on you hips graspinf your frame into a hug. You smiled as the warmth. The drowsiness didn’t seem to make your mind work.

“ Thanks Y/n. I really needed this. ” he said as he smiled and hid his face on your neck taking in your scent. You were practically spooning him and you are the big spoon at the moment.

“ Any time Parker. ” you cooed and placed a kiss on his head.

That was when he finally concluded he was now in larb with you 70%.

The End or Part Three?

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interview | cole sprouse x reader

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby


written by: yours truly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: I loved guest star!! 😍 I was wondering if you could make a fic about cole how youve been keeping your relationship for months now and fans are suspecting that youre dating because of all the bts and photos of you and his ig and in one interview that youre having together someone questions you guys about it. sorry if this was long 😂 i love your fics 😘❤

a/n: basically this is another guest star part but an interview!

“god i’m so nervous”. you mutter pulling on your fingers as you wait in the green room with your boyfriend cole and co-star kj. we were about to endure a joint interview and it was your first lot of press you’ve done for riverdale.

but it wasn’t that factor that made you nervous, it was that people were becoming more and more aware of your romantic relationship with cole.

you’d been able to keep it under wraps for the whole two years you’ve been dating but now that you were both sharing the small screen people had caught on.

so you had to control yourselves whenever you were out. refraining yourselves from snap chatting each other or posting photos all over your instagrams.

you had to be strictly platonic. you didn’t need any sort of bad press if you two were to break up. so for now you weren’t a couple, you were just a couple of besties.

or atleast that’s what you thought. you thought were pulling it off. but more and more accounts for your ‘ship name’ with cole had popped up on both twitter and instagram and not to mention the constant questions when meeting fans in the flesh.

especially when they caught you out mid-date. when you two had to coyly pretend that you were waiting on other friends to excuse the fact that you were out together without the rest of the cast.

and to be quite frank you were getting sick of all the pretending and running around. sometimes you just wanted kiss your boyfriend or hold his hand whilst you walked down the streets.

not that you really had the opportunity to take a leisurely stroll down the road, being famous disney stars and all.

“you’ll be fine”, cole whispers walking toward you making sure no one was staring at the two of you. he placed a soft hand on your shoulder, instantly filling you with comfort.

“just breathe okay? if they ask don’t say yes but don’t say no, yeah? that way we aren’t lying or avoiding the question” you nod smiling to the boy as a young women calls you over to the interview room.

the three of you file in, sitting down on a huge plush couch, each boy on either side of you as the interviewer sits in her own seperate lounge chair.

the interviewer starts her intro off strong turning toward the three of you. “kj apa as archie andrews, y/n l/n as c/n c/l/n and cole sprouse as jughead jones on the cw’s riverdale!”

the three of you all smile greeting the interviewer, and the camera crew, as you settle into the interview, talking about the upcoming season and possible plot.

you were too busy worrying to even pay attention to half the stuff that was spewing from the ladies mouth, that you barely noticed her turn to you and begin to engage in conversation until kj smoothly nudged you.

patting down your dress you push your hair off your shoulder as she addressed you directly.

“so how is it for you to go from disney to the darker side of the cw?”

“i mean it’s a lot different to disney i’ll tell you that”. you pause the group laughing to themselves “i didn’t even really think i’d be coming back to acting but i couldn’t resist the role”.

she nods playing with the cards in her palms. “so anything in particular that’s vastly different?”

“well - it’s still directed for the younger generation but i feel like in disney it was more so for the children than the preteens for example…and the content we’re filming is a lot heavier than the stuff we dealt with on y/d/s but it’s also just as fun and exciting as i remember”.

“so you and cole -” you freeze at the mention of him, “both disney kids coming back to acting. kj what was it like to know that you were working with some of the greatest names in disney?”

you breathe a sigh of relief taking a sip from the glass of water on the table as you listen to kj rattle on about how much he adored cole and dylan.

“both of their shows i watched religiously. me and my mates used to love it aye. especially y/d/s with uh y/n we loved her a lot - im pretty sure one of my mates had a poster of her”.

you blush giggling to yourself. “so you had a crush on y/n?” the interviewer laughs, kj turning red at the words. you continue laughing placing a hand around his arm.

“aw kj!!!” you swoon embarrassing him further. cole joined in on the fun, “yeah he was a big fan we kinda had to push him a bit and be like ’hey buddy“.

kj shakes his head furiously to the camera his words rushing out in defence “nah nah nah”. sending you and cole into a laughing fit as the kiwi struggled to cover up his words.

“i mean i was a fan. like who wasn’t aye, but nah it’s a lot of fun filming with them and we all are good friends with the others too. but ugh yeah- it’s hard to go out anywhere because fans notice them from a mile away”

the interviewer laughs “wait people still notice you as your disney characters?” we both nod cole taking the lead.

“i mean it’s very flattering but as you can see im not the same kid with the blonde shaggy bowl cut so sometimes i question how they’d recognise me- especially from friends”.

you smile the interviewer looking to you for input “what about you?”

you nod leaning back slightly into the couch feeling coles arm against the top of the couch.

“they do yes, i go anywhere and they all yell ”c/n“ and sometimes i just forget and then they’re running and i’m running and then they’re screaming and i’m screaming”.

the room started to laugh.

“it’s a very weird situation” you giggle the interviewer cutting in.

“and you looking nothin like that girl anymore- you look amazing!”

you place a hand over your heart in awe “thank god for that” you joke poking fun at yourself. “i grew up and hit puberty and sometimes when i hear someone say ’hey you look like that girl off y/d/s? i’m like damn i must be having a rough day”.

the interviewer giggles “oh don’t be so hard on yourself- doesn’t she look hot now boys?” she slaps kj’s leg and they both nod.

“god yeah she’s come along way from disney-even though i still had a crush on c/n”, cole comments a smile growing on your face at the compliment.

“so are you all single?”

your heart plummets at the question. the dreaded question for anyone in the industry is asked whenever they are in one or aren’t. no one wants to be asked this question ever.

cole answers first surprising you “i’m not no”.

“i am” kj chirps taking a long drink from his water.

“i’m not either” you clear your throat smiling, refusing to make eye contact with cole.

the interviewer smirks knowing she got the answer you wanted “oh so you two are off the market”. she pretends to act surprised “well who are they”.

cole replies cutely “for us to know and you to never find out- all you need to know is she’s beautiful and one of a kind”.

you fight off the blush tinting on your cheeks as the interviewer wraps up the interview.

“one last question before you guys leave- serpent jughead? yes or no?”

“yes yes yes” you stammer feeling confident. “have you seen jughead in a leather jacket? serpent jughead is the best thing to come out of riverdale”.

cole blushes and the interview is officially over. cole’s manager walking over to escort us back to our green room.

“i think you might have just outed us” he teases walking dangerously close to you, his hot breathe on your neck.

“what can i say- serpent juggie just does some indescribable things to me”.

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That’s My Spot (PT II)

(Jughead x Reader)

Summary: Betty attempts to show you that Jughead secretly likes you at Cheryl’s party, but you aren’t having any of it. While trying to defy her plan, you end up proving her point anyway.

Word Count: 1,260

Warnings: Swearing, a teeny bit angsty

A/N: Okay so it’s a little late and a little short but I’m going for a bit of a slow burn. I hope you guys don’t mind! There isn’t too much action in this part because I plan on making this next part packed. I hope you still like it. As always, constructive criticism is appreciated. Please let me know if you find any errors.

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The Proposition drabble series: Part Three

Cole Sprouse x Reader

Summary: You are on a weekend getaway with your best friend Cole and he offers you a life-changing proposition

A/N: Here’s part 3! Sorry it took so long, but here it is. Feedback is always appreciated, and thank you so much for the love and support you’ve all given me since the beginning. There are some tags that are broken. Please inform me of any username changes, or you will be removed from the taglist on the next part and moving forward. Thanks. ALSO, shout out to @itsaceventura for your help and support! 

Word Count:  568

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“Let’s have a baby.”

Okay am I drunk or did he really just say that?

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Here to Help

Originally posted by future-agent-of-shield

Request: If you can, could you please do an imagine with Cheryl and Reggie when Cheryl isn’t taking any of Reggie’s shit and Kevin comes in and takes her side. Cheryl and Kevin are 2 of my favourite characters and I think they could get along really well. Thanks x

Pairing: Cheryl x Kevin (platonic)

Description: Kevin becomes Cheryl’s hero for the day with his perfect timing.

Warnings: some unwanted flirting from Reggie

Word count: 415

A/N: just a little short one from @itsfangirlmendes with a little editing from me. Happy new year everyone!

Cheryl Blossom was sitting in the lounge, silently scrolling through her phone, when Reggie sat down on the armrest of her chair.

“Hello Cheryl,” he greeted with a smirk. “You’re looking especially spicy today.”

Cheryl rolled her eyes at the misogynistic man who sat next to her.

“What do you want, Mantle?” she spat, not even bothering to look up at Reggie.

He chuckled at her bluntness and tried to casually and subtly put her arm around her shoulder.

“Now, now, Cheryl. What is that tone about? Aren’t you happy to see me?” he said, an attempt at seduction dripping from his voice.

She pushed his arm off her shoulder, rolling her eyes again.

“Oh dear Reggie,” she sneered, “if you think that you have even a sliver of a chance with me, you must be very confused. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I would ever even consider dating you.”

He scoffs and starts to put his arm around her shoulder again, shaking his head at Cheryl’s biting words.

“Come on, Cheryl, baby-”

“You heard her, Reggie,” Kevin yelled as he suddenly walked into the room. “She’s not interested.”

Reggie’s face twisted into anger as he quickly removed his arm from Cheryl and shot up, walking towards Kevin. Neither of them paid attention to Cheryl’s shocked yet grateful expression.

“Remind me why I should listen to you, Keller,” Reggie sneered, shoving his face close to Kevin’s.

Kevin started to falter, but he maintained his stance.

“If you don’t piss off, I’ll tell my dad, the sheriff, that you harassed Cheryl,” he threatened Reggie, a ghost of a smirk beginning to form on his face.  “We really don’t want that, do we?” He mockingly tilted his head to the side.

Reggie’s jaw slightly unhinged, but he quickly shut it, trying to play it off coolly.

“Whatever, I can do better than Cheryl Blossom,” he scoffed, swaggering out before he could be further embarrassed by Kevin.

Cheryl stood up and walked over to Kevin.

“Thank you for that,” she said, almost at a whisper, with a wavering voice. She slowly pulled Kevin into a hug, trying to show how thankful she was. At first, Kevin hesitated to respond, but he slowly reciprocated the hug, gently wrapping his arms around Cheryl.

“Totally,” he shrugged as they ended the friendly embrace. “I just wanted to help.”

Cheryl took a step back and smiled at Kevin, then turned on her heel and walked out of the lounge.

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secret | jughead jones x reader


written by: gaby

edited by: rosie

prompt: 100- “no one needs to know”

chapter song: drugs & candy / all time low

“jughead, are you sure we shouldn’t tell the others?” y/n wondered, wrapping her arms around his neck gently.

he put a finger over her lips, “no one needs to know.”

he moved closer to her and placed his arms around her waist.

she sighs in pure satisfaction with the moment. the wind blows, making the trees around them wave.

they had planned an outing for their 1st year anniversary but wanted it really simple so they went out to a little hill.

“i can’t believe your part of the serpents,” she looks out at the starry sky, “that’s so cool.”

he hums in response, “will you miss me?”

she pretend to thinks for a second, placing her index and thumb on her chin, “probably not.”

“i am deeply offended, how dare you!” jughead exclaims, putting on a false offended expression.

she laughs it off and moves closer to him to nuzzle her head into his neck.

“it means we won’t be able to see each other as much.” y/n sadly chuckles, swaying to ‘drugs & candy’.

“hey, look at me,” she obeys him, “we’re going to meet no matter what, okay?”

she nods continuing to look at the amazing view.

“are you doubting me?” jughead whispered in her ear.

“i’m not,” she looks up at the stars to stop her tears from falling down, “i’ll just miss you.”

“i told you you’ll miss me.” he jokingly states, “let’s just spend today with no problem.”

the couple stood there under the stars, enjoying each others’ company.

with y/n humming to the tune of the music playing, jug starts teasing her.

“y/n, did you know you have a really pretty voice?” he smirks, pressing his forehead against her’s.

she mumbles a ‘shut up’ and an ‘i hate you’ whilst blushing, looking down at the grassy ground.

“last time i checked, you love me.” he sings, cupping her face.

he pecks her lips and y/n pulls away, putting an imitation of a disgusted expression.

“ew, cooties!” she exclaims, trying her hardest not to laugh.

“what are you? in the second grade?” he laughs, pushing her face away.

“last time i checked, i was human thank you very much.” she states, mocking him and taking a seat on the ground.

he lays down beside her, placing his hands on his stomach as he closes his eyes.

she takes this as a chance to grab his crown-shaped beanie.

he snaps his eyes open, reaching for his beanie from behind y/n’s back.

“give it back.” he begs, throwing his head back.

she completely ignores and sniffs the beloved hat of mr. jughead jones, “gosh, do you even shower?”

“first of all, rude and second, give me!” he whines, trying to snatch it from her hands.

she stretches her hands over her head, making the beanie higher than jughead’s slouching figure.

he reaches out to grab it but y/n leans back due to jughead’s heavier built leaning onto her, making them fall on each other.

“don’t suffocate me!” y/n complains, pushing his back off of her.

“give back the beanie, y/l/n.” jughead says, trying to negotiate.

she groans in defeat and throws it on his lap, “let me breathe please.”

he gets up, bending to get his hat.

jug offers his hand for y/n to get up, meaning it was time to go.

“already?” y/n pouts, accepting his hand.

“sorry, it’s already 1 and archie’s probably worried.” he explains, putting an arm over her shoulders.

they stand for one last moment, sharing their last kiss of the day.

“i love you, jug.”

“i love you too, y/n. so much.”

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Jughead x Reader)

Summary: Rollerskating with Jug

Word Count: 635

Warnings: teeny tiny bit of swearing, fluff

A/N: sooo i know i’ve been gone for months, i’m genuinely super sorry. (generic excuse about mental health and school) this may be the shittiest thing i’ve ever written but i’m just trying to get back into the swing of things. i know some of you are waiting for part 3 of That’s My Spot, I am too! idk i just don’t know how to continue it. again, i’m very sorry. i’m trying. i promise.

as always, constructive criticism is appreciated and please let me know if there are any mistakes i missed.

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excuse me | cole sprouse x reader

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby


written by: rosie

edited by: emma

anonymous said:can you do 55 from the prompt list you just reblogged with cole?😱

prompt: 55- “don’t you dare lay a finger on her”

chapter song: everything is alright / motion city soundtrack

warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

dating a disney star was easy

secretly dating a disney star was the hard part.

and now that he was back in the lime light it made it so extremely hard to keep your little secret -a secret.

every time you were spotted with him or uploaded a photo that he was in the internet would explode. your phone freezing as a frenzy of fans tag & repost ‘updates’.

it was cute at first, the little comment that appeared on the bottom of our photos.

‘SHIP SHIP SHIP’ - ‘oTfuckingP’ - ‘my actual parents’

until it took to the next level where hate got involved, there was always a cluster of people waiting to leave negative and rude comments.

and then there was the fans that took every little thing we did and began to assume

almost like they didn’t really care about our privacy and wishes to keep our relationship on the down low. 

it started just over the internet until it was brought into the real world, we’d be walking around vancouver with the rest of the cast and fans would rush over and confront us about our relationship status.

we’d just laugh it off and try and avoid the question not wanting to lie but not wanting to out ourselves just yet. 

we lived in our own little bubble and it was nice. the cast and crew knew of course, you were on set all the time visiting him as well as the others. you had grown close to the girls as well as kj (being coles right-hand man and everything).

it was on odd feeling stepping out onto the street and people you didn’t know rushing over urging you for photos and videos to say hello to people that weren’t even there.

you were unsure on what the fuss was about regarding yourself, they’d ask for photos and you assumed they meant you take a photo with the fan and cole but you were wrong.

 they’d pull you into an embrace and shower you with compliments and urge to take a photo that they can later post on the internet in hopes we see and follow them.

 you got your first ever fan account about twenty minutes after cole had uploaded a photo of you that he had taken whilst the two of you were at the beach with his twin brother dylan.

 everyone freaked out and within a day you had 100k more followers than you did when you started that day. it was beyond crazy. especially because you weren’t anything special, just a ordinary mundane girl who had fallen in love.

you’d been that way since junior year of college back when it was easier to keep our relationship in the shadows, but then again we hadn’t been too concerned with keeping it a secret.

it was only when he landed the role of jughead jones on the cw’s riverdale that you and cole had the dreaded conversation of keeping our relationship off social media.

for my own protection of course

some days were worse than others, the paparazzi being the worst possible add on from being famous.

cole was always warily watching whenever you would both step up especially with the paps, always keeping you in his line of vision so if need be he could intervene.

but most of the time it’s just a small cluster so it’s never really gotten entirely out of hand.

but today was different, it was the weekend of SDCC and you’d flown down to san diego with the riverdale gang to be apart of their press team.

giving you a pass to walk around with them and attend interviews and as your ‘job’ you were in charge of taking behind the scenes photographs of the whole cast.

you weren’t getting paid or anything but you were thankful to be seeing cole after not seeing him for a month due to filming starting.

the whole crew were walking together our cars to go back to our hotel to get ready for the after party

you were walking with casey & lili giggling about some meme she had tweeted earlier.

that’s when the paparazzi came flooded in, you felt your chest tighten as the group grew thick.

“paps” lili announces her voice slightly shaken.

everyone moves closer together as we approach the group, our car on the other side of the mob.

they yell out for our attention on approach all pushing eachother trying to get a perfect picture.

security moves forward protecting the crew, not so much yourself as you were only a ‘staff’ member.

the yelling overwhelms you as you try and keep your head down, moving forward as fast as you could.

it all happens so fast, the security push on the group to try and break the up so we could past

majority of the group past no worries besides you and cami

their cameras stuck in your faces as you try and shield your face, holding tightly to camila’s hand as she tries to weave her way forward.

in the chaos you feel your hand slip from hers and the panic starts to kick in

your throat feels dry, your palms growing sweaty.

a static sound grows in your ear as you push through the crowd trying to take deep breathes.



“cole!” you call back spotting him making his way back into the crowd and toward you.

you reach for him when one of the paparazzi grab your arm forcing you to be pulled back.

“let me go!” you yell out trying to tug your hand out of his grasp and he continues to take snap shots of you.


“I SAID GET OFF HER!” you hear cole yell as he grabs your free hand pulling you toward him.

don’t you dare lay a finger on her!” he booms

they paps instantly let go stepping back slightly, still snapping photos.

“you’re fucking jack ass’”

he slips his hand into mine pulling me into the direction of our car.

you hands still trembling

“oh c'mon cole no harm no foul”

you feel his hands tense his whole body go rigid with anger.

you use your free hand to wipe the tears that fall from your face as cole yells at the paps.

“don’t you see that she’s scared?”

the min make another snarky comment and that tips him over the edge.

you press a firm hand on his chest pushing him away.

“they’re not worth it cole” you tell him sternly making him look at you in the eyes.

“you’re right-” he pauses looking back at the group.

“i dont want to see you touch my girlfriend ever again. you got that?”

and with that they back away as cole tucks you under his arms and into your awaiting car.

“im so sorry i should’ve been with you the whole time” he argues almost with himself

planting a kiss on your forehead, the car lurching to life.

“it’s not your fault” you try and comfort him as you sit in silence.

still coming down from the terrifying experience

“oh and i think you might’ve outed us babe” you add, a smile stretching across your face.

“and that’s definitely your fault”

he smirks and places a small kiss on your lips.


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Speak Now, Part 7 (Jughead x Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Imagine: After walking out on an emotionally-charged situation regarding Jughead and Betty’s marriage, you come back to a distraught and angry Jughead.

A/N: Thank you to the wonderful @jasmineladjevardi for beta-reading this chapter! She is a life-saver!

“You should have called.” Jughead’s voice came out strained, through gritted teeth. His hands gripped the kitchen counter so hard his knuckles stood out white against his tan skin.

“You don’t always need to know where I am, Jughead,” you said, crossing your arms. After such an emotionally draining night, you really didn’t need a lecture right now.

“Did you get amnesia when you went away for college? There was a killer in this town only a few years ago. You could have died, for all I knew!” Jughead threw up his hands in emphasis.

“A killer who was targeting his own son for family business reasons. You act as though Ted Bundy himself came to Riverdale.”

“Where were you?” Jughead asked, changing the subject. You’ve never seen your best friend this hostile.

“Sweetwater River,” you replied.

“Alone?” Jughead’s voice went quiet. Afraid.

“With Archie.”

Something in Jughead’s expression shifted. “Since when did you go out on midnight lake trips with Archie?”

“It’s a river,” you reminded him. “And, since high school.”

Jughead’s expression went blank, controlled. While they were brotherly, you always knew about the jealousy and tension lying beneath the friendship between Archie Andrews and Jughead Jones.

“I see,” Jughead said, with just a hint of passive-aggression.

“Why do you care, anyways?” You asked, eyebrow raised. “Why do you care who I’m with or where I am? I’m an adult, you know.”

“You’re my best friend, (Y/N)!”

This set you off the edge. Angry tears flowed from your eyes, and you raised your voice twenty decibels:

“It hasn’t really felt like it.”

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serpent | archie andrews x reader

Originally posted by storycrackimagines


written by: rosie and kelly

edited by: emma

anonymous said: can you do 94 and 93 AU where things in Riverdale never happen like Jason’s death and all that the reader was a South Side serpent and she’s dating Archie

prompt: 93- “if you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. you’ll be one of them and that means i’ll treat you like one of them” & 94- “i left everything for this, i left it all for you!”

chapter song: stay with me // sam smith

“i don’t want to fight right now" you admit defeated, your hands in your hair as you bicker with your long time boyfriend in his kitchen yet again. 

the tension had been building since the day archie found you in that bar with a black leather jacket that had the words ‘southside serpent’ embroidered in the back; the same tension that was now just threatening to explode

“and you think i do? y/n you don’t understand-” he argues back, his muscle tensing as he clenches his fists in anger.

“I don’t understand what archie?-” you start shaking your head furiously.

“that i was a serpent? that i live under the poverty line in the southside? that im no good for you?” you finish yelling at the red headed boy.

“i’m not like the other girls archie, i’ll never be a river vixen or some preppy excuse of a teenage. i like who i am archie, i know who i am” he shook his head at you, like he knew exactly what you were going to say.

“i don’t want you to be like those other girls, i don’t want you to be a cheerleader! i just don’t want you to be one of them” he yells back smacking his fist down on the bench.

“you know i’m not one of them anymore! i left everything for this, i left it all for you!” salty tears roll down your cheeks but your quick to swipe them away, not wanting the satisfaction of archie watching your walls slowly break down.

he sighs defeatedly, stepping toward you but you step back like his skin was made of fire, not wanting to seek his comfort. you are simply livid and that can’t be fixed with a kiss and an apology.

“i’m sorry babe can we just go back to bed?” he offers trying once again to reach for you but you smack away his hands shaking your head.

“don’t you get it arch? i had to leave my family leave everything that makes me, me for you. and you don’t even appreciate it, archie ill never be the girl you want me to be.”

“that’s not true” he defends almost immediately “i love-”

“don’t” you interrupt

“but i l-” he tries again stepping forward

i said don’t” you yell ceasing to care if it woke anyone.

a still silence begins to fill the house like smoke; thick enough to feel and suffocate them both. archie shares a defeated glance, looking guilty. and so he should be.

you speak first breaking the sickly silence

“i can’t do this anymore”

the words echoed through the room. 

archie’s expression did a complete flip. from sadness to anger.

“what are you talking about?” he snapped.

“i’m talking about us.” i confirmed.

“so you’re telling me that after all is said and done, after all of the changes i made to benefit this relationship, you’re willing to throw it all away?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“im telling you that if you’re not okay with my past and my family’s history, i’m not okay with…”

“with what?” he spat.

“with us being together anymore.” i sighed. 

that silence filled the room again. this time it was hostile. i could physically feel his anger, it was radiating off of his body. he stiffened.

“wow.” he blurted.

i look up at him, he puts his hands behind his head. 


“nope.” he cut me off.

i was taken aback, i must admit.

“when we first met, you said that you didn’t want to date me because you would break my heart.” he continued.

i could see the glazed look of tears in his lash line.

“and then i won you over, y/n y/l/n, my dream girl. and i was so happy.” he described, with a smile on his face.

“and i found out that you were a serpent. and then i understood why such a beautiful girl with such an amazing soul didn’t have a boyfriend. it was too messy, all of the guys that you were around disappointed you.” he opened up a whole different side to the story.

he was talking about my dad, who skipped town to stay out of trouble, and my older brothers who were in prison. 

“don’t bring them into this.” i hiss.

archie looks at me, knowing that he just crossed a major line.

“you don’t understand. i am a serpent. i have had that jacket since i was 3 years old sitting on my dad’s lap, watching them talk about who they were gonna smack that night. you think that you understand me, but you don’t. this is in my blood.” i shot.

archie shakes his head.

“no you don’t get to use that as you excuse. my worst fear is to find out that somebody has hurt you, you don’t understand it’ll kill me y/n.” he pleaded.

i just look at him.

“if you leave right now, my fear is that the next time we’ll see each other is at your funeral.” he stammered, looking at me deep in the eyes.

i grab my bag from next to me.

i pull out the jacket that is all too familiar and put it on knowing all the while his eyes were trained on my every move.

“bring me tulips, they’re my favorite.” i state.

“what?” he croaked, voice breaking. he was confused.

“for my casket.”


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borrowed | archie andrews x reader

Originally posted by lilirenhart


written by: maddy

edited by: cameron

anonymous said: can you do an archie x fem reader when you cheryls cousin and you were at the banquet thing and archie sees you and comes over and talks to you and finds out your nothing like cheryl and that your moving to riverdale and invites you to be apart of the sad breakfast club and they fall in love?

chapter song: into you by ariana grande


being a blossom was hard.

no scratch that, being a blossom was awful.

being judged and all of the expectations. i wasn’t good at being a blossom, and they all knew that.

i’m sweet and caring, unlike my cousin cheryl. i love my family so much, but i don’t believe in the same things they do.

my e/c eyes watch as cheryl blatantly flirts with a gorgeous red head that i had learnt was named archie as the blossom family walks us into the banquet hall.

i take my seat across from the striking red head. 

cheryl’s dad makes a toast that i knew was insincere.

i knew that he wanted cheryl to fail the tree tapping, he wanted my cousin to be a laughing stock.

i keep my hands in my lap as food is served. my gaze fixes itself on my pink dress that rests neatly on my lap. the sound of my name and a sharp press to my back makes me shoot my head up. 

“y/n,” my mothers stern voice echo’s in my ears, “cheryl was just asking how you were.“

my eyes widen and i race them over to the smiling girl, “i’m good how are you?” i ask politely.

cheryl sends me a look, “i’m actually not good at all y/n.” she says, i knew that there was an underlying message. she’s asking me what’s going on in my life. 

“we’ll talk about it later,” i say sweetly beaming towards my cousin. she narrows her eyes slightly

. i turn away from her and set my gaze on archie.

“hi, i’m y/n, cherry’s cousin,” i say, a sweet smile resting on my face. i watch as the red head stutters searching for words. a smirk makes its way up onto my face.

“spit it out archie,” cheryl says her face mirroring mine.

“it’s nice to meet you,” he says just before cheryl’s dad pulls him away. 

the rest of the night goes off without a hitch, i’m dancing with my grandpa when cheryl taps on my shoulder.

“hey gandpa, can i please borrow y/n?” he nods his head and before i know it i’ve been taken outside.

“wait here.” she says as she gestures to the seat. i begin to recognise my surroundings, this is the place cheryl and i used to play as kids, a small patio in front of a huge plain of grass.  a few moments later a soft hand touches my shoulder softly, i jump spinning around.

i throw my hand to my chest, in an attempt to clam my racing heart.

“you scared me,” i say, archie sits himself next to me. a soft smile makes its way onto my face.

“cheryl said that we should talk,” he says laughing, my god his laugh was amazing.

“i can’t help but agree with her,” i whisper into the cold air. archie places his hand on my knee.

he lets out a deep breath, “i feel like i know you. like we’ve met before or something.”

I laugh, “well, i would say that maybe it’s because cheryl and i are similar, but were not.”

“you’re nothing like her,” he says immediately. i let out a chuckle. i feel his body shift so that he’s facing me, i keep my gaze ahead of me.

“i’m moving to riverdale,” i blurt out. 

“that’s great-,” he begins, i cut him off, “you can’t tell anyone, it’s a secret.”

i don’t wait for his reply, instead i stand up and make my way inside. i tap my mothers shoulder on my way though thorn hill.

“i’m leaving,” i say.

i see archie appear in my peripheral vision. i see him looking for me, i turn away from him and walk towards the great doors.

“y/n!” he calls, i move my feet quicker, and quicker until i’m outside. i hear the door open and close once i’m out side. a hand catches my wrist.

“can i see you again?” archie asks when i’m facing him.

“i did say i’m moving here,” i wink as i turn around and continue my trek down the mansions grounds.

After a month of not being able to get the red haired boy out of my head, my parents had finally packed up our house and moved everything to our new home in riverdale. i had been enrolled at riverdale high and my life had been completely flipped upside down.


i walk through the school halls, holding my books to my chest. no one here knew i was a blossom, i was ignored it was peaceful.

“y/n!” a voice calls out to me shaking me from my thoughts. I spin my heel, my eyes come in contact with a certain red head. cheryl runs down the hall and wraps her arms around me. i attempt to hug her with my books in my arms.

“i’ve missed you cherry.” I whisper into her ear. the sound of the people moving through the halls stops, the sound of people talking stops. cheryl pulls away from me. everyones eyes are on us.

“what? this isn’t some tv show losers,” she says, people don’t look away. 

“cherry?” i whisper turning my gaze to my feet.

“it’s okay y/n,” she whispers back. 

i hear cheryl clap her hands together, “everyone needs to leave.”

“i’m not leaving!” a familiar voice calls out making me snap my eyes up. “y/n?” 

“archie?” i breathe as my eyes meet those of the gorgeous red head that i hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. i feel my books disappear from my arms.

he jogs down the hall stopping just before me. he places his hands on my cheeks and lowers his face to mine. he presses his lips to mine softly. i move my hands up to his hair as i kiss him back. we pull apart.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he says placing his forehead on mine. i smile, little did that boy know how much chaos he had caused me over the past month.

“you have no idea,” i say leaning up to press my lips to his again.

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