Summary: Betty and Veronica were always
dragging you out to parties, the only thing that makes this one any better is
the arrival of the one and only Archie Andrews.
Word count: 3030
a/n: It’s way longer than I thought it was gonna be but what the heck. Sorry if it sucks but I suck so it’s appropriate.
Parties had never really been your
thing. Like you liked going out sometimes, and every once in a while you would
be in the mood to dance, but after a while it just felt boring. Every time you
got ready on Friday nights with Betty and Veronica you would be excited; ‘This
time will be different,’ you’d think to yourself. But time after time it would
end up the same way with the same house of people dancing to the same music and
playing the same game of beer pong. Tonight was no exception.
“Can we leave yet?” you yelled over
the booming bass to B and V, trailing behind them.
Veronica turned her head to answer
you, “Okay, we literally, and I mean literally, just walked in. You haven’t
even had time to get bored yet!” She pushed through the crowd and led the trio
to the bar in the corner of the room. “So,” she turned to you and Betty with 3
shot glasses, “shots anyone?”
You rolled your eyes and looked to
Betty for a go/no-go. “I’m convinced that you have some sort of radar or sonar
or something when it comes to finding alcohol” Betty joked back.
“It’s residual from my days in New
York,” she said handing each of you a shot glass. “Gentlemen, to our wives and
girlfriends,” she started the usual toast looking at the two of you
expectantly. You turned you Betty and completed it simultaneously laughing,
“May they never meet” and downed the shot, feeling the vodka burn all the way
down your throat. You weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, yet another reason parties
weren’t your favorite place, but being drunk was fun sometimes. Since it was
the getting drunk that was the annoying part, you generally stuck to vodka. You
preferred its nail polish remover taste that could get the job done faster to
the slow-working, carbonated urine formally known as beer.
Just then, the music changed to “Cake
by the Ocean” by DNCE, a song that was notoriously Betty’s jam. Her eyes
widened and she jumped up in down in excitement. “We have to dance!” she
squealed pulling your and Veronica’s wrists toward the dance floor.
“I think I’m gonna sit this one out
guys,” you explained trying to get out of this inevitable public display of
“What, you don’t dance Chad
Danforth?” Veronica teased in a very Veronica-esque way. Betty chimed in,
“Because we all know how that ends, Chad dances with Ryan like the whole time”.
“It’s not that I’m too good to
dance, it’s just I’m not drunk yet enough to dance”
That must have been an acceptable
answer because Betty simply pointed at you and began to back away with Veronica
in tow with a “Hey batter batter, hey batter batter, swang,” to which you
yelled back over the growing crowd with your hands cupped around your mouth,
“I’ve got to just do my thang!”
B and V faded behind an ocean of
people and you were alone. Just you and the vodka. Speaking of the vodka…
You turned to the bar and poured
yourself another shot and stuck your tongue out at the offensive taste. You
poured some coke into a red solo cup and started to walk away then thought
better. You turned around and poured some more vodka in with the coke. What? It
was gonna be a long night.
You made your way through the room,
deliberately avoiding the table with the jungle juice and found a dimly lit corner
to lean in.
I wonder where Archie is right now?
It’s not like he normally hangs out with us at parties anyway. Since they
always happen after football games he usually hangs out with the rest of the
team, but you were curious. You would never admit it to anyone, not even Betty
or Veronica and especially not to Archie, but you’d had feelings for him for
quite some time. There were times when you wanted to tell him about it, he was
one of your friends after all, but you truly felt that he didn’t feel the same
way. It wasn’t worth the risk.
“You like hanging out in dark
Speak of the devil and he shall
appear. You could identify that voice anywhere: the one and only Archie
“You like staring into dark
corners, creeper?” you shot back.
Archie chuckled and approached with
open arms for a friendly hug. “Hey y/n,”
“Hey Tom Brady, great game.” You
pulled out from the hug but stayed standing close to him to be able to hear
each other over the loud music.
He smiled, “It wasn’t exactly the
Super Bowl, but thank you. So, what are you drinking?” He plucked the plastic
cup out of your hand. “This isn’t the jungle juice, is it?” he questioned with
a slightly alarmed but mostly joking tone. Reggie’s jungle juice was pretty
famous, or more accurately infamous.
“God no,” you shook your head,
“It’s just coke.”
“Good. Stay away from the jungle
juice.” He took a sip and did a bit of a spit take into a nearby plant
overdramatically. He looked at you with a faux-shocked expression. “Just coke,
“Just coke as in mostly coke. As in
there’s slightly more coke than vodka.”
“Alcohol’s illegal for people our
age you know,” he warned just before he drank half of the cup’s contents.
You narrowed your eyes and leaned
toward him as if trying to get a better look, “Why, you a cop?”
He glanced around, checking that
the imaginary coast was clear before he leaned in. “You ever seen 21 Jump
“Ah,” you nodded.
“Yeah.” He said with a laugh,
straightening his back and returned the cup to your hand. You thought his hand
had lingered for a second touching yours; you were probably just imagining it.
You had to be imagining it, but the moment was over before you could really be
“Uh,” you tried to regain your
composure. “Betty and Veronica were in the other room dancing the last time I
saw them,” You offered figuring this had to be his destination. You were
friends/friendly with him but they were all really close. The only reason you
even knew Archie in the first place is because you had become good friends with
He shrugged his shoulders, “Okay.”
He blinked at you and didn’t move. You tried to suppress the smile that was
threatening to show itself. Maybe he was here for you. The electronic music
blared on and you scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular in an
attempt to make yourself busy, or at least make yourself look busy. The house
was filled to the brim with a mix of people, some you knew, some you didn’t. People
were singing and dancing and yelling and drinking and smoking and—okay, you
couldn’t ignore it anymore. Archie was still looking at you! You could feel his
eyes on you from the side.
You glanced at him and couldn’t
help but let out a nervous laugh. He was just smiling down at you like a fool.
“Is… is there something I can do for you Mr. Andrews?”
He smirked, keeping a laugh to
himself, “No, it’s just,” he shook his head looking down at his feet. “Nah,
“Oh, come on! What? Do I have
something on my face? Is my hair messed up?” You ran your fingers through your
hair trying to fix any possible issues.
“No, you look great. I was uh,” he
looked back up at you. “It was just that you looked really cute.” He shrugged
his shoulders and looked off to the rest of the party, the flashing lights
washing his face with a blue and red light, hitting his cheekbones in just the
right way to leave a shadow in the hollows of his cheeks. It wasn’t until that
moment that you really noticed how close he was standing to you. He was at max
6 inches from you; he could lean forward the tiniest bit and kiss you (if he
were so inclined). It all felt too good to be true. He had to be drunk or
“How many drinks have you had?”
“Just the sip of your ‘mostly
For some reason this answer
bothered you more than if he had been drunk. The fact that he called you ‘cute’
while being almost completely sober was, as far as you could tell, reason for
alarm. “Let’s go find some drinks.” Frankly, you needed another one.
You grabbed him by the wrist so you
wouldn’t lose him in the crowd and began to push through the mess of sweaty
bodies toward the familiar bar. You would have made it too, if it weren’t for
the jungle juice. You were walking past the table with the punch bowl of the
“juice” on it, the bar was in sight, when some random drunk guy with a cup full
of, you guessed it, Reggie’s famous jungle juice rammed into you, spilling the
entire contents of the cup all over your shirt. Your mouth hung open and the
people around you all gasped.
Archie pushed between you and the
guy, “Hey man, why don’t you watch where you’re going?” There was some real
anger in his voice, and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty hot.
“Well why don’t you mind your own
business?” the guy said getting right in Archie’s face. He opened his mouth to
respond but before he could get anything out you put your hand on his shoulder
from behind him.
He looked down at you, clenching
his jaw. “C’mon Arch, it’s not worth it.”
He looked back up at the guy for a moment
then back down at you. The crowd that had gathered around you all waiting in
anticipation for Archie’s response.
He nodded his head, “I know where
the bathroom is,” the crowd of people returned to their former activities with
sounds of general dismay that there hadn’t been a fight. “Let’s go see what the
damage is.” He grabbed your hand in his and led you in the opposite direction
as the bar, down a hallway, and into a bathroom.
It was pretty dark in the house so
you couldn’t really see how badly it had spilled on your shirt yet. Archie
closed the door behind you while you felt around on the wall for a light
switch. You flipped on the switch and he immediately gasped sharply.
“Is it that bad?” you asked. You
couldn’t being yourself to look in the mirror yet.
“No… I mean it’s…” He tried to
think of some consolation to give, unsuccessfully. “Yeah, it is that bad.”
You hesitantly turned to face the
mirror, squinting enough to delay the inevitable. Your eyes sprung open and you
found that yes, it truly was that bad.
“Oh my god.”
“I told you.”
“This shirt ruined! How am I
supposed to wear this for the rest of the night?”
“Well, you did say you wanted to
find another drink. I guess it found you first,” You looked at him in the
mirror and rolled your eyes. “And I did warn you to stay away from the jungle
juice” he laughed getting a closer look at the stain.
You turned to him and sighed, “I
have to go home. There’s no way I can walk around like this.” You still didn’t
like parties, and this was no exception, but you were actually getting to hang
out with Archie alone. This was just your luck.
“Take my shirt,” He blurted out,
“Take your shirt? Like the one you’re
wearing right now? Arch as much as I’m sure that every girl at this party would
love to see you walking around shirtless, neither of us are at that point of drunkenness
“It’s fine. Even if you’re got my
jersey, I’ve still got my letterman,” he countered, already peeling off his jacket
and throwing it on the floor. “It’s not like I’ll be completely shirtless.” You
thought about this for a moment before hesitantly nodding your head in
agreement. You really didn’t want this night to end just yet. Plus, shirtless
You took off your stained t-shirt
and threw it in the trash, no stain remover was powerful enough to work on that
jungle juice. You stood awkwardly in just your plain black bra. You definitely
had cuter, but you hadn’t planned on anyone, especially not Archie, seeing you
shirtless tonight. Archie pulled off his jersey leaving both of you half naked.
And let me tell you he was built with a capital B. Just as he was handing you
the jersey, the bathroom door flings open. It seems neither of you had remembered
to lock it in the chaos of the dark.
Kevin Keller stumbled into the
room, clearly at least a little bit intoxicated. It took him a second but when
he finally realized what he had walked into, at least what it looked like he
had walked into, his eyes widened dramatically taking in the scene. It was
understandable. You were sure this looked a lot worse than it really was.
“Oops!” he exclaimed.
“Kevin, it’s really not what it
looks like,” you tried to explain to him with your hands out in front of you as
if trying to calm a wild animal.
“Don’t even worry about it you
guys. Your secret’s safe with me,” he tried to wink at you but the alcohol in
his system just turned it into a sloppy blink. This sentiment did nothing to
ease your concern. Kevin was not the person people told secrets to. Kevin was the
person people told when they wanted the whole town to know something.
Archie tried to stop him too, “No,
Kevin man, it’s not like that. Her shirt just-“
“Hey, you don’t have to explain
yourselves to me. I always knew Archie - Y/n would happen. Don’t you worry
about a thing. My lips are sealed.” He stumbled out of the bathroom and Archie quickly
shut the door behind him, locking it this time.
You both stood in an awkward
silence for a few seconds, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.
After about 30 seconds you asked
already knowing the answer, “He’s definitely going to go tell Betty and
Veronica about this, right?”
“I’m sure they already know.”
You nodded your head and took the
jersey from his hand. He slung on the jacket and waited for you. You pulled his
jersey over your head. It was big on you but not too big. It smelled like
Archie. It felt right. He opened the door and you followed him out of the room,
only for him to stop abruptly. You ran into him and then peered over his
shoulder at what had stopped him. Who else but Cheryl Blossom joined by Josie
at her side.
“Well, well, well. What do we have
here?” she said in her Cheryl way, her eyes scanning up and down. “The
quarterback and the rando hooking up at a party together. How cliché. Doesn’t this
feel like a bad 80’s rom-com?”
Josie joined in, “Who’s Molly
Ringwald in this situation?”
“I’m like Breakfast Club Molly Ringwald and Y/n’s like Sixteen Candles Molly Ringwald. That makes Archie Jake Ryan!”
Neither of you had the patience to
try and explain the situation to her. Archie grabbed your hand pulling you in
the other direction down the hallway. “It’s been a pleasure as usual Cheryl,”
he yelled behind him.
Over the blaring music, you could
just make out her say “Or maybe she’s more Pretty
in Pink Molly Ringwald…”
He pulled you through a different part
if the house to a patio where a few random couples were making out. They were
taking up all the seating and he scratched his head not knowing where to go.
“Why don’t we just sit in the
grass?” you suggested. You walked over to a far part of the lawn that was dark
but still lit by the moon. The music was muffled and distant, present enough
that would could have private conversation, but still muted. He sat down crisscross
applesauce style and you followed suit, chuckling to yourself. You both sat
with your forearms resting on your knees, leaving only a couple of inches between
“We’re finally alone.” He stated quietly,
sounding satisfied. The moon lit up half of his face and his fiery locks
glinted as he tilted his head.
“Yeah, that’s why I come to
parties. To be alone. Just me and two-hundred of my closest friends.” You breathed
He grinned at your reply. He looked
at you for a moment. Just really looked at you. He was really seeing you.
He looked away timidly, “You look
good in my jersey you know.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” He
nodded his head. You considered how to reply. “Well I guess I’m just gonna have
to try out for the football team then.”
“Or,” He leaned in even closer, “alternatively,”
his lips just centimeters from yours, “you could just…” He pressed his lips to
yours, lightly but passionately, like it was something he’d been wanting to do
for a long time. His lips were soft and it felt right, he felt right. It only
lasted a couple of seconds but it felt like forever, in a good way. He pulled
back and all you could both do was grin at each other.
All of a sudden, a mess of loud
yelling coming from the house caught both of your attention. “Woo!!!” “Oh yeah!!!”
“Get it!!!” “Hashtag Archie-Y/n!!!” Veronica and Betty were hanging out of a
window calling out to the two of you. You looked up at the sky in embarrassment
and Archie just shook his head at them, laughing. They pumped their fists and
chanted “OTP, OTP, OTP…”
Archie stood up and put his hand
out to pull you up, “Do you wanna go to Pop’s? Or anywhere that isn’t right
here?” “Gladly,” you agreed, “I hate parties.”
alex danvers is bored. which on a date on a friday night? nothing new to her. she continuously tried and tried before and it never felt right, but with kara in the happiest relationship she’s ever been in with james, alex feels this need to try one more time. to maybe hope to excel at this one last time.
it’s going about as well as it did the last time she had tried this. horribly.
so far internet dating has resulted int four of terrible dates. two she left before they could even hit the first hour, this one she promised she would at least try and stop to enjoy it.
yet, it hasn’t been working. alex feels like she would rather her drown herself, physically in the beer in her hand than continue to sit here and drink it and pretend that she’s enjoying the guy’s arm around her shoulder, or his stupid scruffy face or god, the way he keeps shushing her when she goes to say something.
this baseball game would be much more enjoyable if she were allowed to have an opinion, but this guy hasn’t once asked if she even knew the teams, or anything about the game, he just assumed she hadn’t. assumed she was oblivious and stupid, and so inherently female that she didn’t understand a simple game.
a game she played as a kid herself, when she wasn’t surfing. a game she gets to play sometimes with kara on a larger scale when they hit up the desert and they see how far she can hit it.
( not how hard, kara! how far. )
and boy is this grinding on her nerds. she goes to speak once more but the just a second babe. gives her enough response to decide that within the next inning she was going to excuse herself, and leave. she was just waiting for an acceptable moment.
there’s a lull in the game, and alex thinks this might be her moment. josh, the idiot she decided to go out with tonight, has turned to some guy next to her, and has spent three minutes ( she knows she’s counted on her watch - deo grade and all. ) talking to him about the third baseman.
her eyes dart up to the large screen, she thinks it was more out of a small habit of trying to find somewhere to look, that wasn’t leaning closer to his horrible breath, but when she does she gasps.
a large intake of breath happens, and she’s not even sure that that she’s seeing correctly until people are cheering and she can feel the pit of dread in her stomach. it settles like a bad night with too much alcohol.
national city’s kisscam! in bright big letters that alex danvers thinks about smashing into little itty bitty pieces.
she turns to josh because she expects - even though the screen shows differently - that he’d be waiting for her to well, kiss him. but he’s not, he’s still engaged in whatever stupid conversation he was having, his arm wasn’t even around her anymore she was completely disentangled form him. and though she should be grateful right now she’s mostly mortified and annoyed.
for fucks sake.
one achingly long beat.
a sharp intake of breath.
“babe, listen, give me like five fucking minutes and we’ll go get something to eat alright? chill out.”
he didn’t even turn around, or stop talking to the other oblivious and clearly there by himself idiot.
she’s about to handle this alex danvers style. with finesse. with anger. with god damn pride, and stride off camera.
she blindly reaches for her jacket behind her when she feels a tap next to her.
she goes to snap. she goes to say what the hell do you want? she goes to say anything but instead, she lays eyes on the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. with the softest eyes, and a large and nervous grin. and alex swears that her stomach both swooped and got butterflies at the same time.
she doesn’t even realize that the other woman is talking, until she realizes that she’s waiting for a response.
instead of an explanation she gets a laugh and the other woman must have made an executive decision. one because she would guess later, the camera was going to move very soon if she didn’t.
it takes literally three whole seconds for her to realize the woman is kissing her.
before she can even realize what’s happening her hand is reaching out to fit along the jaw of the other woman. the mystery woman. trying to pull her closer.
she mentally makes a list of the first three things that can come to her mind clearly.
one. she’s kissing a woman, a woman!!
two. said woman’s kiss has to be the best kiss she’s ever gotten in like forever. possibly in the entirety of her whole dating life. possibly in the next forever as well. she may never get kissed this well again.
three. the crowd is cheering, the world is moving on, somewhere behind her she hears josh’s loud what the fuck! but none of that matters because three, oh three. this woman has the softest lips alex has ever kissed and she doesn’t want to stop.
she unfortunately does though. only when said woman pulls away, dimple worthy grin on her face, glancing behind alex with a flush.
alex is dazed, and confused, and so, so, so wanting to kissing her again, which is confusing, but very much an impulse she’d give into.
but she’s enough put together that she knows to glance behind where ever the other woman’s gaze is. it turns out its on josh, who’s stomping his way through the aisle. throwing things as he goes. screaming still. and alex can’t help but laugh loudly.
“yeah, oh. you were pretty into that for a straight girl.”
“um -” alex feels her face heating up and she doesnt know what to say, how to move, to say she’s not gay. because she’s not right?
“i see. how about this…” the brunette raises an eyebrow and alex feels herself listening even closer.
“i’m maggie. maggie sawyer. i’m ncpd outside of this bad atmosphere.”
alex tries not to look so disappointed as to where that sentence went.
“i’m alex danvers. alex. i work - um, well, i’m a bio-engineer.”
real smooth, she thinks to herself. she’s never stuttered so easily over that.
“well miss bioengineer who is clearly straight, and in no way gay, whatsoever. how about since my very, very gay date stood me up, and yours seems to be a massive prick, we get out of here and grab something to eat? i know this great place that has veggie burgers and -”
“oh my god, gross.”
“if you had let me finish, and normal ones if you’re going to need that in your system. and we can ignore all of everything else and maybe just get to know each other? on our very, very, very not gay date. hm?”
alex feels her face heat up again, and she can’t help but nod.
“i just saved your ass from city wide humiliation on screen and i have to buy dinner! preposterous.”
“you said your date stood you up, i think you’ll be okay.”
alex is feeling brave, and bold, and butterflies floating in her stomach, and suddenly somewhere it hits her that this is what she wanted out of this date. and maybe, she’ll panic about that later. right now she could really use some food.
“fine then. come on you sneaky little punk who probably makes more than on her what i’m assuming is a scientist salary. let’s get you some food.”
( alex does have a gay panic. she has a panic so hard that she panics in front of maggie, because that’s where she accidentally slept over watching bad netflix. it takes alex a whole three days to come to terms with it. it takes alex and maggie three weeks to admit their dating. )
( it only took them two years to get engaged. at that same baseball stadium, and maggie was nothing if not thorough, and she made sure, that the proposal ended up on the big screen. as a reminder of how they met. )
( alex decides maybe she wont smash the words national city’s kisscam! after all. )
- strutting into a random bar, exuding confidence was definitely what you didn’t expect yourself to be to doing on a boring friday night but alas, you found yourself with elaborate hair and makeup in a tight dress you pulled from your closet
- when you entered the front two doors, it felt like all eyes were on you, which was a surprisingly new sensation but you sure as hell weren’t complaining
- thirty minutes were spent at the bar, strange men coming to you, buying you a drink and attempting to hit on you but being proven useless as you had your eyes on one in particular
- he was sitting across the room doing shots with his friends clad in a black button down, a few buttons undone, and tight black jeans, his messy dark hair swept to the side and his chocolate eyes locked on you
- after a half hour of waiting for him to make a move, you decide to pursue him, bringing your drink and setting it on the table, liquid courage pulsing through your veins
- grabbing his hand, he stands, mere inches from your lips as he pushes the stray hairs from your face and leaning down even closer
- “what’s your name baby?” “y/n” “nice to meet you, y/n. name’s dan.”
- dragging him to the dance floor, his hands find your waist and your bodies intermingle
- “im in love with the shape of you,” he chuckles as you press your bum against his front side and grind, giggling to yourself and wrapping your arms around
- leaving the club with his arm around you waist, teasing you in the back of the cab before pinning you to his bed, letting the sheets swallow your scent
A/N: So someone asked for me to do a romance type of imagine for them but, based off of what they want, I couldn’t possibly just write it in one part so, there’s going to be multiple parts to this. Just so y'all know, Justin isn’t famous in this. :)
Warnings: language and whatnot. not much is going to happen until the next part.
Justin Bieber POV
It was a boring, Friday night. The boys and I were kicking it at my place because we had nothing else better to do. Being a regular guy with good looks had its perks in LA—sometimes. I could get into whatever party I wanted to and, I could get with any girl I wanted too. But, not tonight of course. I was on my phone scrolling through my Instagram feed when something caught my attention.
Since when was I following this girl, I thought to myself. Regardless, I wasn’t complaining. She was a stunning individual. Still made me wonder when I ever met her, that’s if I did.
“Who’s she?” Ryan questioned from behind me, catching me off guard.
“Don’t know.” I replied blandly, “Why are you behind me exactly? Don’t you have better things to be doing than watching me?”
“Wasn’t watching you. I happened to walk by and caught a glance of her. No need to be so agitated.” Ryan said, walking away from me. Finally, I could have some alone time.
I scrolled through the rest of this female’s Instagram. I wasn’t stalking her but, I just wanted to look through her pictures. There was no harm in doing it, right?
I heard the boys making a whole bunch of noise in the kitchen so, I got up from where I was to see what they were blabbering about. “Why are you guys going making all this noise?” I inquired, clearly annoyed.
“We’re thinking about going to this party. You should come with us.” Steven suggested. “You look like you could use some time outside.”
“I don’t need shit. I’m perfectly fine where I am.” I scoffed.
“You’re clearly not if you were drooling over that girl on Instagram.” Ryan chuckled, “Bro, it’s totally obvious you want her and she’s probably going to be there so, put two and two together.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. “Tell me why you guys are my friends again.”
“Don’t answer it!” I barked, “It was a rhetorical question.”
“Jesus Justin, chill out.” Ryan continued, “Going out will be good for the soul, well, your soul.”
“So funny,” I wryly chuckled, “Maybe I could use some fresh air but, I’m not going to see that girl.”
“Stop lying to yourself! You know you want her.” Ryan nudged me in the arm, “It’ll be our little secret, huh?”
“Get off of me man. I said I’m not going just because she’s there.” I walked away from the group of them, heading upstairs to change into something more decent. Who was I kidding, of course I wanted to see her! I had to meet her in person, get to know her, and whatever else I had to do.
Someone as beautiful as her should be kicking with a guy like me; as cocky as it sounds.
After rummaging through my closet, I finally picked something that looked good. Always gotta look good because you never know who you might run into. I wore a black tank top with a black leather jacket because it go cold at night and, dark colored ripped jeans. To top it off, I put on my black Supra hat.
I looked like a million bucks, I thought to myself.
Ryan walked into the room inspecting me.
“And you said you weren’t going to see that girl.” He laughed, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, we’re leaving so hurry up.“
"I’m coming!” I growled. Ryan soon left my room and I inspected myself once more. Ryan really was a trip, made me wonder why I was best friends with him. I walked out of my room and jogged down the stairs to the main area.
The boys were standing around waiting for me. Well, hate to break it to them but, they’re going to be standing around a little longer.
“Any day now Bieber.” Ryan tapped on his wrist, indicating that time was going. I was honestly in no rush, I didn’t even want to go to this party in the first place but, I wanted to do something tonight rather than sit around and think about this girl.
I put my shoes on my feet and grabbed my car keys from the key holder on the wall. I had to bring out my special baby tonight and it was the BMW i8 Base Coupe, with a custom job. The guys grabbed their keys as well and followed me out to the garage. I opened the door and there sat everyone’s car. Everyone hopped into theirs leaving just me standing around.
Now or never Bieber.
I got into my car, starting the engine. I waited for the boys to pull out before bringing my car out. Maybe tonight would be a good night.
A/N: so what do you guys think? does this deserve a part 2?? let me know any thoughts or opinions here!
I’m like hey what’s up hello people! Here I am again, with another imagine based on this vine and a situation that happened to me not a long time ago. So, enjoy, fellas and remember, the requests are always open! Dedicated to one of my best buddy Domenica, love you! M xxx
Summary: You are with your boyfriend Gerald and you are watching vines and you watch one in particular that catches your eye.
Warnings: Cursing (duh), fluff and pure sexiness
It was a late Friday night and you were bored. Gerald, your boyfriend of a few months, was in your shared room, playing Black Ops 3 when you were in the kitchen, cooking dinner for you two. Mac and cheese was simmering in a pot and you were on a chair near the counter, watching vines on your computer. You couldn’t help it; you looked up G-Eazy edit, because yes, you were a proud fangirl. As a matter of fact, you met G at a concert, you were in the VIP section and you had a meet and greet after. He told you that you were the prettiest girl he ever saw and he fell in love with you.
Scrolling vine after vine, you didn’t pay attention, till you heard something that interested you. You lifted your head and saw an edit of Gerald, showing his jawline. The song was smooth and sexy and you liked it immediately. You watched the edit multiple times until you could recite the lyrics by heart. Yes, G had a very sharp jawline, but it was a part of him and you didn’t specifically pay attention to it. Till now.
You needed advice. If you were good enough for your very handsome boyfriend. You called your best friend, Domenica, because she was wise (or not) and she would know the truth.
“Hey Y/N! What’s up?”
“okay Domen, I have a problem. I just saw a vine that was like really good and I need your advice.”
“damn it looks important”
“do you think I’m good enough for G? Like, you know, he’s so handsome, talented and popular and I just don’t know what he thinks about me. I’m just a normal fangirl, you know, nothing special. I don’t have a talent or an ability. Thousands of girls are better than me, why did he choose me? He could have Beyonce, for all I know.”
“Are you kidding me? Cheer the fuck up! You’re super pretty, intelligent and you are very clever. Why the heck do you think you’re in one of the best university of the world with HONORS, for Christ’s sake. Also, why did he choose you if you think he can have any other girl? Because you’re the best. That’s why, bae.”
“If I wasn’t straight, I would date you. Like let’s be lesbians for a day and I can kiss you,” you said laughing.
“yeah yeah, one day. Hey I gotta go, I have an ice skating competition, I’ll text you, okay?”
“Sure, good luck and I love you!” you happily said.
“M’kay bye!” she hung up.
Honestly, she helped you get over so many bad stuff that happened and you were so grateful for her. She was like a sister to you. One more time, she convinced you that really, you were good enough fo anybody and you were a boss ass bitch. No, you had to check something with G.
“Baby! Can you come here for two seconds?” you screamed at your boyfriend.
You heard shuffling and muffled “yeah, I’ll come back later Marty”, then you spotted him going down the stairs, wearing a black tee-shirt and grey sweatpants. You were so lucky to have him.
“What’s going on babe? Did you burn something? Did you *laughs* burn the mac and cheese?” he asked laughing and looking around the kitchen.
“no, you little fucker, I’m a pro.” you answered, punching his arm.
“hey, I’m just askin’ ”
Cutting him off, you turned around the counter, sitting on it and guiding him to you, to stand between your legs. You took his chin in your hand, turning his head to the side and examining his jawline. You let your fingers glide on the smooth skin, going up in his jet-black hair.
“What’s going on? Who were you talking to?” he softly asked, humming at your actions.
“Domenica. I had a very important question to ask her. She is awesome, you know. I fucking love her.”
He looked fake hurt, putting a hand on his chest like you attacked him.
“I’m hurt, baby. You love her more than me, don’t you?”
“no, I don’t. Now, I saw a vine and woo, my ovaries took a hit,” you mumbled, lightly kissing his lips and brushing his hair with your fingers.
You tugged lightly, knowing it drove him crazy.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Y/N” he growled.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“I fucking love you, you know that? I heard what you said on the phone. I wouldn’t be with anyone else baby. Just you.” he said murmured, making your heart swell with love.
You kissed him hard. You fucking loved him too.
Now little A/N: girl or boy, if you are reading this, you are worth it and you deserve the world, the moon and all the stars in the sky. You may not feel it, but there is a crown on your head, cause you are a fucking queen/king. YOU GOOOO.
Imagine trying to seduce Kol for fun, but
you find yourself in real trouble
Warnings: aggression, protective friends, flirting, possible language, mild smut
Another boring Friday night in Mystic Falls
stuck at The Grill with Jeremy and Tyler, waiting for Matt to finish work so
you could all hang out. Being One of the boys was so much more natural, plus
with a body like yours, what guy wouldn’t want to watch you laze around all
over them like you did, especially seeing as you hadn’t physically aged in the
last 500 years or so. Still looking like the 19year old you were when you were
murdered, seemed to have it’s advantages, and with all that time on your hands,
you had all the time in the world to learn about anything and everything
including getting what you wanted when you wanted even without compulsion.
Leaning on the edge of the pool table you watched Tyler try to take the shot,
and miss… again. But his appalling shot had left an even worse one open for
you. Being 5ft7 had it’s advantages, but when it came to playing pool it was a
pain in the ass. Leaning across the pool table and being careful not to touch
anything other than what was required you lined up a perfect 3 ball shot and
sunk it. With a groan Tyler took the cue from you and looked for a way to
salvage his game and possibly his ever shrinking pride.
After ordering another round of drinks from
Matt, Jeremy picked up the cue while I set the game back up. “You break
Gilbert” I giggled. “See if you do a better job than the puppy over
“I will bite you, Y/N/N” he growled
“Oh that’s a great idea, lets give the
Original family a reason to come back to town now that all of them are alive
again, dumbass!” Jeremy groaned.
“Oh come on now mate! We had some
great times when you were oblivious” exclaimed a british accent from
“So it’s true, you made it through to
portal before the other side collapsed Kol?” Jeremy questioned.
“yeah I did mate, thanks for the
concern and all, seeing as you and your miserable sister.. No wait cousin…
whatever murdered me.”
“I will admit it was for no good
reason, and you were right about Silas” Jeremy replied.
“well isn’t that great, you idiots had
to learnt the hard way and get me killed in the process” he said as he
looked around the bar. “Well, well, well who do we have here?” He
exclaimed as his eyes rested on me.
“Y/N Y/L/N” I smiled.
“Pleasure darling” he drawled as
he took my free hand and kissed it.
“Are you for real Mikaelson? I might
be 500 years old but that doesn’t mean that old school flattery works on
me” I challenged.
“Oh I like pretty little things with
sharp tongues” he claimed falling into step with me as I walked around the
“Then how about I show you just how
sharp my tongue is Mikaelson?” I bit back.
“Oh darling” he whispered over my
shoulder, “I would love to know how sharp that tongue is”
“Let me make this clear, Mikaelson,
you are not my type darling” I mocked.
“Whatever you say Y/N Y/L/N/” he
winked as he walked past me brushing his hand against mine. As he left the boys
all looked at me worriedly for a moment. Once we knew he was gone, we went back
to our game of pool with a fresh round of drinks and an elephant in the room
until Matt finished work. Then we headed back to Tyler’s mansion to sit up
drinking and playing x-box all night.
Waking up the next morning I rolled over
hearing a knock on the door. Who the bloody hell would be here at this time of
the morning. As I reached the front door I peered through the glass, not able
to see a silloutte. As I opened the door, I discovered an envelope on the door
mat with my name elegantly handwritten on it. As I picked up the envelope I
could smell a familiar intoxicating scent that I couldn’t quite put my finger
on. I took one final look around to see if there was anyone else around before
closing the door and heading to the kitchen. By this time the boys were also up
and starting on breakfast for themselves. I walked to the fridge and pulled
open the drawer looking for a blood bag to start the day, seeing as being a
vampire has it’s downsides one of them being the need to use blood as sustenance.
“Who is that from?” Matt
questioned, noticing the envelope on the bench.
“No idea, haven’t opened it yet. You
wanna do it for me seeing as ive got my hands full?”
“Sure” he smiled. Suddenly his
face dropped. “Y/N/N/, it’s from a certain Original you may have met last
“Hahahahaha” Tyler screamed.
“Bet you can’t talk yourself out of this stalker”.
“What does he want with Y/N/N/,
Matt..?” Jeremy questioned.
“To make a better first impression. He
wants a do over” Matt looked up worried about my reaction.
“Are you kidding me? Hahahaha that is
brilliant! I’d heard the Mikaelson’s were a demanding bunch but requesting a do
over on a first impression is needy.” I giggled.
“What are you going to do?”
“Go to visit an old friend, it seems I
require to discuss this with Elijah” I replied.
“You know Elijah?” the three boys
“Of course!” I giggled. “I
met him in the 1920’s. Great style and I’m pretty sure was hiding from
“Okay…” Tyler said hesitantly. “Be
“Never Ty, I laugh in the face of
danger Ha Ha Ha” I exclaimed sarcastically.
“Seriously Lion King references
now?” Tyler groaned.
“Yeap!” I smiled. ‘Im going to
get dressed and head off. Ill see you guys later.“ I grinned.
An hour later I was walking to the front
door of what had been the abandoned Mikaelson Mansion. As I got closer I could
hear heated voices inside.
"Kol! You did what!?” a familiar
“It’s not like I compelled her or
anything, I just had to touch her skin and see if it was as soft as your
journals said it was” he whined.
At this point I felt it necessary to knock
on the door.
“Y/N/N!?” Elijah exclaimed as he
opened the door.
“Lijah!” I grinned back.
“Wow, Y/N/N didn’t think you would look
“Hahaha what the hair?” I giggled
having recently dyed it bright purple.
“Yeahh, please come in” He
As I entered I heard a familiar british
“Brother, aren’t you going to
“Kol you have already had the pleasure
of meeting Y/N/N” Elijah growled.
“Y/N/N..? I thought you said your name
was Y/N/N?” He questioned.
“It is. My friends call me Y/N/N. I
picked up the nickname as a kid and its kind of stuck with me” I smiled.
“Oh.. okay… care to elaborate on how
you got the nickname darling?” He purred.
“Nup” I smiled. “You have to
earn that privilege Mikaelson”.
“Oh, playing hard to get, are we?
Don’t you know that it is dangerous to deny me what I want darling?” He
“Oh I wasn’t playing hard to get. I’m
just not interested in a pretentious little boy with a big ego and a British
accent”, you giggle.
“Come now Y/N/N, we have about a century
worth of catching up to do I believe? And from your hair I can tell there is a
lot to tell?” He grinned walking away from Kol towards an open set of
“Why I do believe you are partially
correct, Lijah! But the hair was for shock value, seeing as I went back to
school and all..”, I replied catching up to his brisk pace.
“You were always one for shock value,
weren’t you my dear?” He smiled.
“Well, when you put it like that you
make it sound like a bad thing, Lijah!” I fake whined. “Anyway,
wasn’t that what got your attention in the 1920’s? Wearing a pair of shorts?
God I think Beka and I even caused a car accident that day if I recall?”
“Well what did you expect sweet-art?
With a set of legs like that, in full view. How else was the male population to
respond. I think even you brother, couldn’t help but spit out your
drink?”, came another familiar male voice.
“Nik!” I jumped up.
“I had forgotten how affectionate you
are for somebody who came from London” he grinned. “And I hear you
met out infamous little brother last night… how did that go down with the
little Gilbert hunter?”
“About as well as you would expect,
Nik. Especially when he hit on me infront of the boys… went down about as well
as a fart in a space suit” I giggled back.
“And well does that go down
Darling…?”, came a drawling voice from behind me.
“Well considering you had Tyler, Matt
and Jer considering ways to jump you once you left.. Yeah I’d say you caused a
stir, especially when you touched me..” I got up and turned to him.
“Ty is a good guard dog when he wants to be.. A little over protective
though, seeing as I can take care of myself” I winked at Kol as I brushed
All of a sudden I felt his hand at my wrist
and my body was slammed up against a wall.
“Kol!” Screamed Nik and Lijah.
“Leave it guys, I’m a big girl. I can
handle a cheeky brat.” I grinned at Kol.
All of a sudden he let go of you with an evil
smirk on his face.
“How do you plan on handling me,
“Oh darling!” you mocked. “I
plan on tormenting you in public so that you can’t touch me without drawing
attention. So I think that you should be at the Grill at 7:30 tonight. Only if
you are game though.”
And with that you walked to Elijah and Nik
hugged and kissed them goodbye and promised to come back and catch up.
As you left through the front door, Elijah
grabbed you quickly.
“Y/N/N, just be careful with Kol. You
know his past, so just be careful how far you push him. I know you and him both
like your games, but he wears his heart on his sleeve unknowingly.”
“Elijah, my dear friend, I’m not
planning in pushing him too far. I just want some not so serious company, like
you used to be occasionally in the 20’s.” you smiled.
At 7:00pm you walked into The Grill in a
little tight black dress, my long purple hair in ringlets. As you walked up to
the bar you felt Ty and Jer’s eyes on you. you sat down infront of Matt at the bar
“Your usual gentleman tonight miss Y/N/N?” He smiled.
“Yeah please Matt and keep them
coming. It’s going to be an interesting evening.”
After your third Jack Daniels and Coke, you got
up realising it was just before 7:30, and you figured you should stand up before you drink yourself stupid. As you stood up you tripped over the edge of the chair and as
quick as you vampire reflexes were, they weren’t going to be enough. But then
suddenly you stopped falling.
“Easy there Darling. I don’t want
tonight to be too easy” he winked.
“Kol!” you smiled. “You
“Darling, I have to admit, you look
delicious” he smiled.
“Thank you, Kol” you purr.
“Now now darling, that is a dangerous
look to be giving me” he grinned. “Would you like to eat or play some
“It depends on what you were planning
on eating” you wink.
“Well I’d love to eat you right about
now, but let’s leave that till later.”
“Let’s play some pool and we can find
something to eat later” you giggle.
You played pool for a while, and Matt
supplied us more and more alcohol. Jer and Ty kept their eyes on us the whole
time, watching for any move of Kol’s that they deemed threatening. After
winning, every game, Kol pretended to beg for once last game. You obliged seeing
as you both hadn’t quite drunk the Grill out of alcohol, yet. As you started the next
game you noticed that everyone had started to leave, making the room quieter. As you leant over to take a shot that would win you the games, you felt his hand on your hip. You try to refocus on the shot and as you breathe out to slide the cue through your fingers he squeezes your hip throwing you off balance. you stand up and spin
round at full speed, only to collide with Kol, who pressed himself up against your body.
“Going somewhere, Darling?” Kol
smirked into your ear.
“Yeah, I’m going to freshen up and
then I’m going to find something to eat. Will you join me?” you pur.
“Sounds good, Darling. Do you need a hand in there?” He
“I’m pretty sure I can handle
myself” you winked as you walked away towards the bathrooms.
As you stood in front of the mirror you realised
how flushed you looked. And that he deserved some payback. You quickly took your underwear off and shoved them in your purse. As you stepped out into the bar, you looked across to where he stood at the bar his back stiffened, knowing he could
smell the scent of your excitement that was practically dripping down your legs.
“Ready to go, Kol” you smiled
sweetly as you touched his arm.
“Of course, Darling” he smirked
slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you against him, and walking me out
of the grill into the street. All of a sudden he had you pinned up against the
wall fangs out and all, growling at you as if you were a threat.
“wow, you really know how to convince
a girl to come home with you” you giggled, to hide your arousal from his
“Seriously, Y/N/ you are beyond
tempting!” he growled, his lips brushing your ear.
“Then take what you want, and convince
me that it’s what I need, darling” you winked mockingly.
He pushed you up against the wall further,
pushing you into the bricks, which were crumbling to the ground under your feet
which were now dangling off the ground.
Without time for a breath his lips crashed
up against mine, his hands keeping me pressed against the wall as I felt him
press himself up against me. Feeling his bulge pressed on me I let slip a
“Something funny Darling?” He
asked against your lips.
“Yeah just didn’t know you were so
easy to control. I’d heard you were the
demanding one who couldn’t be controlled but it looks like I’ve got you wrapped
around my finger” you winked as you lifted your hand in front of his face.
“Be careful what you start Y/N/N. You
might not be able to finish it.” He growled as his lips moved along your jawline to your neck just under your ear.
The hitch in your breath was all he needed and in a blur you both had made it to
the front door of his house, your hands and lips touching his skin where you could
while he attempted to get inside. In sheer frustration he turned around and
pinned you up against the door.
“I’d ask you to stop for just a moment
so we can get inside” he panted, his lips brushing up against your ear. His
hands grabbing at my clothes, torn between waiting to get inside and wanting to
finish what we had started. You quickly spun around with my back to him and
kicked the doors open.
“Happy now?” you purred as his hands reached your waist and started to
“What you didn’t want to cause a spectacle and do it on the front stairs, Y/N?” he whispered kissing along my neck.
“Nope. I want you all to myself Master
Kol” you mock.
Well, then I guess you shall have what you
want" he smirked and without warning picked you up and appeared at the door
of what you could only assume was his room.
Within moments his hands were back on your body and his lips on your skin. You weren’t going to fight him anymore. You wanted it
just as bad as he did. But all of a sudden he stopped and looked at youe.
“What’s wrong, Kol?” you questioned
“I’m just deciding what would be the
best way to torture you as pay back for your behaviour in the bar” he
And without a moments warning you found
myself pinned down on his bed, his hands roaming your body but never touching the
exact spots you are craving.
His hands traveled down your body to your legs, then as they traveled back up his lips made contact with the bare skin
of your legs. As he worked his way up your body his hands slid up underneath the
skirt of your dress. His fingers brushed along the wet lips between your legs
making you moan out in pleasure.
“Oh, is that what you want? You want
me to touch you there?” he growled as his fingers brushed over them again.
Your uncontrollable moan was enough to encourage him to start kissing your
upper thighs as he moved the tight material to reveal your bare core. His lips almost touching your core, but his hot breath was enough to nearly
send you over the end. Then he moved his way back up your body, placing kisses
from your hips over your stomach between your breasts and up along your neck
where his hands cupped your face. His lips gently brushed yours and then you
felt his hands tighten on your face. Suddenly, you felt the short sharp crack
of your neck snap.
As you woke you felt the ache in your neck,
you were going to kill him for that nasty little trick. As you went to move
your hands to your neck you realised you couldn’t. In your unconscious state he
had tied you to the bed and placed your underwear back on you, so you were
wearing nothing but bra and panties.
“You’re awake Darling” he smirked
from the doorway.
“Are you freaking kidding me
Kol!?” You yell at him.
“Nope. This is for that nice little
trick you pulled at the bar. It’s going to be a very long night for you
darling. But feel free to scream, nobody else is home”
And with that he was beside the bed
beginning to slowly caress your bare skin, with occasional kisses. His touch
being so torturously slow you whined as he avoided the parts of you that were
“Oh my Darling, this is only the
beginning, we have all night. You will be sorry for torturing me. It’s going to
be a long night.” He smirked as he climbed on top of you.
It was definitely going to be one hell of a
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Sitting on the couch, I channel surfed as I struggled to keep my eyes open. Another boring Friday night by myself whilst Justin was occupied by other things.
Clicking on Catfish, my screen showed Nev and Max sat infront of their computer.
I yawned and pulled my blanket closer to me, I felt somewhat jealous of whoever hung around with Justin. It’s not that we didn’t do stuff together, because we did, but at times I feel like he has more fun with everyone else.
As if on cue, the front door opened and closed. “I’m home!” He called, I heard him set his keys down on the countertop and I turned my attention to the doorway, waiting for him to enter.
“Hey, why are you sat in the dark?” He asked, chuckling lightly before switching on a lamp.
“I’m a vampire, duh.” I joked, sitting up.
Leaning down to kiss me, I gladly embraced him before Justin pulled away and sat beside me, pulling my body towards him.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was cool. It was good to catch up with Hails and Jayde.” Justin replied.
Feeling myself grow slightly jealous, I released myself from his hold and sat up, “That’s nice.”
My voice came of harsh and cold, it wasn’t really intentional, but at the same time I had to tell him how I felt eventually.
“O-kay? Did I say something?” He asked, puzzled. Picking at my chipped nail varnish, I didn’t respond.
“(Y/N), what did I do?”
“It’s not what you did…”
He stayed quiet for a moment, trying to piece things together. “Are you talking about Hailey and Jayde? What did they do?”
“It’s not anybody’s doing, Justin!” I exclaimed, “I-i just… I just feel like when you’re with them you have so much fun and then you come back to me – I feel like you’re gonna get bored of me and leave me for one of them.”
I hated being petty, but it had been building for so long that I had to express how I felt. Honesty is the best policy, right?
“I mean, they’re both gorgeous and fu–”
“(Y/N), shut up.” He laughed, “I’ll never get bored of you.”
“Are you sure? I mea–”
“Listen to me. I think that you are more beautiful than both of them, you make me the happiest guy on earth and I don’t like you comparing yourself to them, because in my eyes you’re perfect.”
Running out of words to say, I pulled him into a hug, “I love you.”