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Summary: The reader is stuck in the friend zone with Archie but desperately wants out. She’s so in her head that she doesn’t pick up on the constant hints Archie drops, or even listen to what Jughead tells her. One party changes all that.
Word Count: 5458
Author’s note: Okay this is my first Archie imagine!! Please let me know your thoughts and I’m sorry it’s long but trust me theres a lot of smut;) I want to write more Riverdale so tell me if you like it!
You were sitting at a booth in Pop’s across from your best friend Jughead, eating some fries and a milkshake. Jughead was in the middle of one of his philosophical rants about this small town and, “ All the damn secrets within it”.
Riverdale had been turned upside down ever since of the murder of Jason Blossom, and everyone was acting differently. Jughead swore something was up and suddenly your small group of friends turned into, “ Mystery Incorporated” aka the characters of Scooby Doo.
You were distracted from what Jughead was saying when you saw Archie walk in to pick up an order. The thing about Archie was that you were good friends, but you’d always had feelings for him.
The reason you never acted on it was because your other best friend Betty had been in a similar boat, and when she confessed her feelings Archie explained he didn’t feel the same way. Betty was incredible and if Archie turned down her you’d hate to see what he’d do to you.
Betty had moved on and actually started to have something with Jughead, but you still felt like by the laws of girl code it was a no go. Regardless you couldn’t help but stare and let your thoughts drift.
There was always something about Archie that made you think he wasn’t as “innocent” or “vanilla” as he seemed. Maybe it was because you weren’t so innocent yourself, but that was something not a lot of people got to see.
The more you thought about it the more you realized Jughead was right, the people of Riverdale did have a lot of secrets. You were pulled from your day dreaming when a fry hit your face, “ Earth to (y/n) stop staring I can basically smell the angst radiating off of you”.
Rolling your eyes you threw a fry back, “ Come on Juggy maybe you’re just threatened that someone might have just as big of an imagination as you”. The Archie you truly wanted lived strictly in your imagination because in real life you couldn’t act on your feelings.
Jughead grinned, “ I have a feeling your imagination turns 50 Shades of Orange themed when you look at Archie, and I am NOT threatened by that”. He began to laugh, amused at his own joke leaving you sighing.
If there was anyone who knew just how dirty your mind could get it was Jughead, but that’s why you loved your friendship. You shot right back, “ Don’t even make me bring Betty into this it’s called a Betty Bomb for a reason and I wonder how she makes you explo-”.
Your sentence was cut off when Archie forced Jughead to push over, sitting down in the booth. Jughead sat there looking all to smug watching a blush creep over your face, praying that Archie didn’t pick up on what you’d been saying.
Archie picked up a fry, “ What were you guys talking about? Normal “this is all a conspiracy theory” stuff?”. Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ Something like that…what are you doing here?”.
He leaned forward and sipped from the straw of your milkshake, a weird look in his eyes as he did so. Once he’d drank long enough he explained, “ Picking up an order for the ole man I swear we better do something tonight because if I stay in my house any longer-”.
Jughead intervened, “ You’ll end up like Jason Blossom?”. Archie laughed, “ Jeez Juggy that’s morbid of you…but I guess so”. You felt your mind begin to run wild thinking about what plans the night could possibly bring.
Jughead looked to you, “ You know (y/n) was saying the same thing earlier, she’s just dying to have some fun tonight”. Archie raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed upon his lips. He was intrigued, “ Really doll? I figured you were spending too much time with Jughead over here and going to the dark side”.
Archie had many pet names for you ranging from doll to princess, and they were all really outdated. That was the thing about this town and the people within; you could all be so old fashioned at the same time you were living in the 21st century. Each time he used one of his nicknames it made you core ache.
You smiled, “ With everything that’s been happening recently I think we all could have some fun….distract ourselves from the current episode of Pretty Little Liars that we’re living in”. Both boys laughed, it was all too true.
You heard the clack of heels which only meant one thing, Veronica. She walked right over to the table after saying hello to her mom, “ Hello Archiekins and the rest of the rag-tag gang”.
Unlike you Veronica had no problem showing her feelings for Archie, and she walked right over Betty while doing so. Jughead sighed, “ That’s what we’re referred to as, the rag-tag gang?”.
She made Jughead push down again as she slid into the booth, making space for herself where there was none. Archie placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder, “ Don’t worry Juggy, you’re the ragiest of them all”.
Jughead rolled his eyes, getting annoyed with the little space he had, “ You know I think there’s a limit for how many people can sit on one side of a booth…. yeah Newton founded it”. Veronica had put all her attention on Archie so Jughead’s comment went over her head.
Munching on a fry she asked, “ So what’s a girl like me to do on a night like this?”. Jughead made a face meant only for you and you couldn’t help but giggle. Betty was able to see the good in everyone, and she was the one of the few who could find it in Veronica.
Veronica had been a classic mean girl at her old school but was trying to fix her ways, with everyone BUT you. There was always this tension between you both, and it was all her creation.
In your life of sin all you truly needed was; Jughead, Betty, and Archie. When Veronica was thrown into the mix things became unleveled, but you hoped that you’d soon get to the bottom of whatever was causing it.
Archie looked to you with a smile on his face, “ Well (y/n) suggested we do something fun, and I say we embrace her wild impulses”. He finished his sentence with a wink and you felt your heart leap from your chest.
Veronica wasn’t as amused, “ You’re kidding right? She’s a total Janis not a Regina”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ I don’t know what’s worse Ronnie the fact that I understand that reference or you ability to forget it’s always the quiet ones”.
Jughead choked on his milkshake at Archies comment, if only he knew. Archie patted Jughead on the back but raised an eyebrow at you, picking up on what had just happened. Trying to downplay things you laughed, “ Come on Jug you should know how to drink by now”.
After catching his breath Jughead replied, “ Sorry (y/n) I just had a revelation, maybe we should hangout at your house..won’t your parents be on a work trip”. You wanted to kill Jughead but instead just smiled.
Veronica grinned, “ Let’s have ourselves a little project x shall we?”. You shook your head, “ Uh how about more like The Breakfast Club”. She rolled her eyes but both Jughead and Archie seemed down.
Archie laughed, “ Anything that will get me out of the house I’m down, let’s invite Betty too”. Veronica tried to hide her disappointment, but both you and Jughead picked up on it. Smiling you replied, “ I’m sure Jughead would love another night with Betty huh Juggy?”.
Once again he threw a fry at you, hoping to distract from how red his face was. Veronica smiled, “ So I guess that means you pair off with me Archiekins”. You wanted to pour your vanilla milkshake over her head right then and there.
Archie looked to you, “ Sorry Ronnie but I think I’m going to have to watch over (y/n) tonight, make sure she actually has fun for once”. You grinned right back at him, and the thought alone made butterflies take flight in your stomach.
Veronica got up, “ Well I should be going, text me the details and I’ll grace you all with my presence later” she tried to hide her anger towards everyone else but shot daggers at you. Finally she walked away leaving you three alone.
Archie took another fry, “ I know Ronnie is trying her best to be a good person but I wish she’d respect my space”. You’d always thought that Archie was interested in Veronica, but that all just changed. Jughead gave you a look that said, “ I told you so”.
You spoke your mind, “ I wish she’d respect mine two I swear she has it out for me”. Normally you’d have stayed out of drama but you wanted to see how Archie would respond. Pop called Archie’s name meaning his order was ready.
Before leaving he took one last fry, “ She’s just jealous of you (y/n)… I don’t blame her”. With that he was gone. You thought you’d faint right then and there, did Archie basically just say you were better than Veronica Lodge?
Jughead crossed his arms over his chest, “ I believe there’s a certain saying for times like these…ah yes….I told you so”. You were too happy to be annoyed by his comment, your heart flooding with feelings.
Grinning you explained, “ Did Archie just say Veronica has a reason to be jealous about me? Veronica couldn’t be more of the classic “it” girl Juggy..”. Whenever you compared yourself to Veronica you always came up short due to your own insecurities.
Jughead rolled his eyes, “ What have I been telling you for weeks? Archie likes you (y/n) and Betty likes the idea of you both too”. You nearly choked on your milkshake….Betty knows? He continued, “ Look Betty and I spend many a night pondering certain topics and you and Archie are a common one….basically you have her blessing”.
You were confused, “ She really doesn’t mind Jug…you sure? I love Betty and-”. Jughead started to laugh, “ Let’s just say she’s been too preoccupied to care…”. A smile formed upon your lips not only because Jugheads sexual comment but that fact that two of your closest friends finally found someone who loves them back.
Jughead continued, “ And anyways Betty knew that Archie was just a classic school girl crush and that they work better as friends, but for you and Archie….”. You were feeling so many emotions at once you felt you could explode.
Smiling you explained, “ I feel so relieved Juggy I was scared that Betty would be hurt if she knew how I felt about Archie! Oh god does this mean I have to actually act on my feelings now?”. You’d spent so much time imagining scenarios with Archie that possibly making them come true was scary.
Jughead grinned, “ Let’s just call this party tonight disney because-”. You finished his sentence, “ It’s where dreams come true”. You shook your head, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. Jughead called for the check, “ Come on (y/n) we have places to be, things to do, and a Ginger to make very very happy”.
Jughead used a suggestive tone while saying the words “very” because he knew how badly you’ve wanted to be with Archie. You placed down your half of the check, “ Well let’s see how the party tonight goes-”.
Your sentence was cut off by no other than Cheryl, “ Party tonight…is Pop’s suddenly handing out fortune cookies because this is giving me serious Freaky Friday vibes”. Just when one door closes another door opens, and you wouldn’t mind slamming this one shut.
The last thing you wanted was for Cheryl to come, “ Sorry Cheryl I meant to say our close get together, inner circle only”. She laughed, the kind of laugh you hear before someone pulls a trigger or drops a bomb.
Placing a hand on her hip she replied, “ Oh sweet naive (y/n) nothing in this town happens without me knowing, I’ll be there tonight and you’re welcome in advance”. She was gone as quickly as she had come.
Jughead shook his head looking up, “ He taketh as soon as he giveth”. Cheryl had the power to ruin this party on a biblical scale, locusts and all. Getting up you sighed, “ Let’s focus on the good for once Jug, like how Archie Andrews actually likes me”.
Getting up from the booth as well he placed a hand on your shoulder, “ It’s only been five minutes and it’s already going to your head, how the mighty crumble”. Rolling your eyes you walked out of Pop’s and made it back towards you house with Jughead.
Within five minutes you were already there, entering your empty house. Jughead spread out on your living room couch, “ When the cat’s away the mice will play”. That analogy painted a vivid picture in your mind, your house trashed.
Turning to him you laughed, “ Well I just hope the mice don’t go crazy…”. Jughead smiled, “ It’s going to be fine (y/n) the only people that matter tonight are; you, Archie, and Betty. The rest could be real mice for all I care”.
It felt good to have such a loyal best friend, Jughead really was like no other. Within a second your door bell rang and Jughead just had a grin on his face. Opening the door you realized it was Betty, with about three boxes of party supplies.
She smiled, “ Juggy here explained you were in over your head so your lifeboat has arrived!”. All you could do was giggle and just be thankful for how caring Betty was. She placed the boxes on the coffee table and clapped her hands together, assessing the situation.
Jughead held up a finger, “ Before we go off to battle I should relay the game changing drama that has unfolded”. Betty raised a eyebrow and sat down next to Jughead, “ Do tell Juggy”.
He looked to you and then Betty, “ We were at Pop’s and were visited by the three ghosts of Christmas, Cheryl the ghost of no other than Christmas past because no one willingly spends time in the present with her, Veronica the ghost of Christmas present because she’s somehow always in our lives, and finally the ghost of Christmas yet to come…Archie”.
Betty grinned, “ Now why exactly is Archie the ghost of Christmas yet to come?”. If Jughead wasn’t smiling like a madman before he was now, “ I’m passing the torch to (y/n)”. Betty was beaming with excitement and anticipation.
Blushing you explained, “ Well as per usual Veronica was being a bitch to me and Archie said it’s because she’s jealous of me..”. Jughead intervened, “ That’s not all our sweet little (y/n)”. Jughead was loving this moment because you were finally realizing that you were worth it.
He knew how insecure you were and he hated it, he wished he could go into your mind and rewrite each bad thought you had. Biting your lip you continued, “ He said he didn’t blame her for being jealous..”.
Betty let out an excited scream, “ OMG I told you Jughead!!! Archie totally likes (y/n) I KNEW it!”. You felt relieved to know Jughead wasn’t lying, she really was happy for you. Still you wanted to double check, “ It’s not weird for you Betty I don’t want-”.
She cut you off, “ Trust me (y/n) Archie was just a really intense crush for me before I knew what actually caring for someone felt like….and what it feels like when someone cares about you the same way”.
As she spoke she looked to Jughead and you swore there was a sparkle in both their eyes. You placed a hand over your chest, “ Awe you two melt my heart, as long as I know I’m not hurting you and you’re happy now that’s all that matters”.
Jughead scoffed, “ Now can you remind me why we tolerate Veronica, she not only has a thing for Archie but also has some weird vendetta against (y/n)”. He was right, you wanted to know why Betty still remained friends with her.
Betty smiled, “ Look Veronica is trying to be a better person, and when you try most often than not you also fail…but I don’t want to be a reason why she doesn’t try at all”. How could Betty be so compassionate?
You shook your head, “ But Betty she clearly has a thing for Archie and doesn’t even try to hide it and she knows what happened between you both!”. Jughead nodded his head, agreeing with you. He hated that Veronica clearly took advantage of Betty.
She just shrugged her shoulders, “ I know trust me I see it, but I know Archie doesn’t care about her. He wouldn’t support Veronica trying to get out the last of her mean girl ways”.
Betty continued, “ Archie cares about you (y/n) and so it doesn’t even matter how Veronica acts because he’d never act on it. She only wants him because he wants you (y/n) and soon she’ll get the hint”.
Shaking your head you replied, “ I guess Betty but it still irks me to know she didn’t even talk to you about it”. Once Betty set her mind to something there was no changing it, if she wanted to still see the good in Veronica than damn straight she would.
Jughead sighed, “ Oh Betty Cooper the world truly does not deserve someone as forgiving and caring as you”. He kissed her forehead after he finished his sentence and she looked so blissfully happy.
She clapped her hands together, “ Okay enough drama talk I think it’s time we get this party going”. Betty started to unpack the boxes which included things from plastic cups and snacks to a first aid kid.
You started to pick up around your house and before you knew it you’d spent an hour and a half setting up. When it was finished Betty smiled, “ It’s perfect, now we have to get ready”. Jughead looked himself up and down, “ This is as ready as I’ll ever be, you two can go get ready upstairs”.
You and Betty looked to each other completely giddy, it had been awhile since you’d gotten all dolled up. Betty had brought along a light blue dress and ballerina flats for herself. You decided you’d wear a short black dress that hugged your curves but flared out, simple yet stunning.
You paired it with a black lace choker and short black pumps and when you turned around Betty’s jaw dropped, “ You look so good (y/n) Archie is going to love it”. Betty did her normal makeup look and you did a gold smokey eye and pink lip.
Betty’s mood changed, “ I love it, but why are you so dressed up?”. You’d almost forgot to explain that Cheryl was coming, which meant the rest of the school as well. Rolling your eyes you said, “ Cheryl overheard us in Pop’s which means she’s bringing the entire school with her”.
Betty looked mad for a moment but shook it off, “ Who cares? All the matters is that something finally happens between you and Archie tonight and when you look like that how could he resist?”.
Laughing you hugged Betty, her kind words meaning so much to you. You did a slow spin, “ I guess I do clean up nicely huh?”. Looking at your phone you realized another hour had passed, making it nine o’clock.
Now that you were ready you and Betty headed downstairs, preparing for the possible arrival of any guests. Walking down the stairs you realized music was already playing and there were voices talking.
In your living room sat; Jughead, Kevin, Ethel, Veronica, and Archie. When you walked over to them Kevin whistled, “ Shit (y/n) you look good! If I weren’t gay-”. Veronica cut him off, “ But you are…nice clean up job guys”.
Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s a special night” and she looked to you and Archie as she said so. Archie smirked, “ You look really good doll, black has never looked better”. Jughead winked at you, hinting to Archie’s feelings for you.
You smiled, “ Thanks Archie you’re not looking too bad yourself”. He winked at you and leaned back into the couch. Kevin was eager to start the night, “ So when will our other guests be arriving?”.
Before you knew it the doorbell rang and Jughead said, “ Speak of the devil…literally we might as well be summoning the devil”. Opening the door you were greeted by Cheryl, and nearly half the school.
Cheryl smiled her fake smile, “ One keg in the backyard boys the other in the kitchen”. Stepping back you allowed everyone in, flooding your house. Cheryl turned to you, “ You look good (y/n) hoping to finally tie down Archiekins?”.
Faking a smile yourself you replied, “ Something like that…”. A strange look appeared on Cheryl’s face and you suddenly feared you’d fed her inner monster. She made her way towards the living room where everyone was sitting and placed a bottle of tequila on the table.
You followed suit, trying to brace yourself for whatever she had planned. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ We’re going to play a good old game of truth or dare”. Jughead laughed, “What are we five?”.
Cheryl shot back, “ No Jughead we’re just a group of people that need to be forced into action right (y/n)?”. You nodded your head hoping Archie wouldn’t pick up on what she’d been hinting at.
She continued, “ The rules are simple pick either truth or dare, BUT if either option is to much for you take a shot instead”. Looking to Jughead you didn’t hide your apprehensions, this could go really bad really fast.
Betty wanted to help, “ I’ll go first Cheryl” but Cheryl just shook her head. Grinning she said, “ Aw sweet Betty you’re a little to naive for this, the first round goes to Archie”. Cheryl winked at you before asking her question.
She smiled, “ So Archiekins what will it be, truth or dare”. Archie just looked at you and then giggled, feeling daring himself. He replied with dare and those around you roared with excitement.
Cheryl smirked, “ I dare you to choose who you’d rather hook up with, Veronica or (y/n)”. You felt your heart stop beating and you just looked to Jughead and Betty, too paralyzed to do anything else.
Archie didn’t hesitate, “ (y/n)” and he winked at you. You never wanted him more than in that moment, and the rest of the room roared again. Cheryl turned to you, “ Do I have to dare you to kiss him or are you going to give the boy what he wants?”.
You bit your lip unsure of what to do but then you remembered what Jughead and Betty had told you, “ All that matters tonight is you and Archie”. Both Jughead and Betty were trying to hold in their excitement, but were miserably failing.
Summoning up the courage you extended a hand to Archie, “ Now or never Arch”. He took your hand in his and let you lead the way, beaming with excitement. You lead him upstairs and did your best to ignore the comments and cheering from everyone else.
When you got upstairs you lead him to your room closing the door behind you. You stood there unsure of what to do next, and he picked up on it. He picked your chin up with his fingers, “What’s the matter doll?”.
You told the truth, “ Are you sure you like me because-”. He cut you off by placing his lips on yours, he tasted lightly of cinnamon. As he kissed you his hands explored your body, roaming up and down your curves.
He began to kiss your neck and whispered into your ear, “ I’ve wanted you for so long (y/n) you don’t even know”. It sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to appear all over your skin. Archie brought his head up to face you again, “ Talk to me doll, let me know what you want”.
He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb begging you to speak. You barely got it out, “ I want you Archie”. Your words caused a smirk to spread across his face and his eyes to light up. Licking his lips he replied, “ Good girl”.
Archie lead you to the bed and you were now straddling him. He rested his hands on your hips and you began kissing again. This time his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, he needed more.
As the kiss intensified your grinded your hips against him earning a groan from him. Archie started to kiss down your neck until he found that magical spot and sucked, “ God Archie”. You felt him smile against your skin, proud of how good he could make you feel.
You groaned again when you felt how hard he was, your confidence growing. His fingertips brushed your upper thighs and he started to push up the hem of your dress, his touch sending waves of need to your core.
He whispered into your ear again, “ You look so damn good in that dress doll, but you’d look even better out of it”. It was your turn to smile and you leaned back, beginning to take off your dress. Archie sat there watching you with lust filled eyes, completely in awe.
Slowly you pulled your dress over your head and off of your body keeping eye contact the entire time. Archie was biting his lip trying to hold back from taking you right then and there. When it was off your body you grinned, “ Your turn”.
He smirked, “ Fair is fair (y/n)” and he took off his shirt. Leaning forward you rested your hands on his chest as he took off his pants. Grinning you said, “ Working for your dad this summer did have it’s benefits”.
There was barely anything separating you from Archie and you felt how hard he was. Archie leaned forward and kissed the valley between your breasts, coaxing you to undo your bra. Taking the hint you unclasped it from behind, the cold air making your nipples erect.
He began to suck on your left breast, “ God you’re beautiful (y/n)”. As he swirled his tongue around your nipple you moaned his name loudly, making his erection grow even more. Your voice was shaky, “ Archie I need you”.
Archie took his mouth off of your nipple and instead massage your breast, “ All I needed to hear (y/n)”. He slid down his boxers and you took off your panties, now nothing separated you both. Archie bit his lip, “ So fucking beautiful”.
He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing to make sure you truly wanted this. Looking down you saw a different look in his eyes possibly love, “ I want this so bad Archie…I want you”. He smiled and kissed you passionately, crashing his lips into yours.
Archie finally entered you, slowly letting you adjust to his size. You were still straddling him and feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure you rested your head in the crook of his neck. Archie felt your walls tightening around him, “ God (y/n) this feels so good”.
Feeling more confident you started to rotate your hips, moving back and forth. Archie groaned, “That’s it doll…fuck”. His hands gripped your hips guiding your body to move perfectly with his.
It felt so wonderful to be so in sync with him and you started to moan his name. You began to kiss his neck, leaving marks resembling the ones he’d left on you. You’d never felt anything like this, being this close with someone both emotionally and physically.
Maybe it was because the beginning of this year had started with death that you felt this exact moment represented so much more. The both of you had stopped letting things get in the way and were truly living.
He groaned, “ You feel so good (y/n)” and you felt him starting to thrust his hips up. Your bodies were moving together as you started to bounce up and down. Feeling him enter in and out of you was all too much.
Each time he entered fully into you he hit your g-spot, and you felt your orgasm coming. Archie felt it two, “ Fuck (y/n) I’m going to cum”. His thrusts got even quicker, pushing you closer.
Your face was still in the crook of his neck, “ I wanna see your face baby”. Moving your head you made eye contact with him and saw his lust blown pupils. Leaning forward you kissed him, intensifying the moment.
Picking up the pace you went faster as well, needing to reach your climax. Archie took his lips off of yours and moaned loudly, this all too much. He barely got it out, “ Cum with me (y/n)”.
His words pushed you over the edge and you felt your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Suddenly every nerve in your body was on fire from the amount of pleasure you felt. Your eyes closed shut trying to handle everything you were feeling at once.
You felt Archie twitch inside of you as his orgasm washed over him. You both moaned each other’s names, it was the only thing your brains could process. He held onto your body tightly and you felt him shake beneath you.
The both of you were lost in the moment, neither of you had felt something like this before. You rested your head in the crook of his neck again, “ Fuck Archie that was amazing”. He turned his head and kissed your forehead, a huge smile on his face.
Suddenly he shifted so you were now on your back and he was hovering over you, propping himself up with his elbow. Looking down at you he grinned, “ I can’t believe we waited so long…”.
As he spoke with his free hand he dragged his fingertips lightly down your body, sending shivers down your spin. Smiling back you replied, “ I always knew there was another side to you Archie Andrews”.
Biting his lip he replied, “ And you’ve barely explored it”. The entire mood shifted and you suddenly felt extremely needy again. He winked, “ Don’t worry (y/n) I’m not done with you yet”. He placed his lips lightly on yours, wanting to take his time.
You ran your hands through his bright orange hair making him groan, and you felt him smile. He pulled his head back, “ And I always knew there was another side to you doll, and I want to take my time exploring it”.
Biting your lip you imagined what that would mean for you both. Before you could continue there was a loud banging on the door, “ Wrap it up love birds, the sheriff is busting this popsicle stand”.
You both started to laugh knowing by the phrasing it was no other than Jughead. Archie yelled back, “ Way to ruin the moment Juggy!”. The both of you started to get dressed, and you wished you could lay your bed with him forever.
Jughead yelled back, “ Trust me Archie I heard you were finished, I’m not ruining anything!”. You heard him laugh from the other side of the door, proud of his own joke. When you were finally dressed Archie pulled you close again, “ Because I got cutoff, I really like you (y/n) and although you make me fucking explode by just thinking about you I want more than that”.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach again, “ I really like you two Archie…for more than just how hard you can make me cum”. He started to laugh and you knew you were falling in love with him, but you didn’t know he was falling in love two.
Jughead yelled again, “ You’re going to want to get down here and talk to the sheriff with Kevin because I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to fool around if (y/n) is grounded for life”. Archie kissed your forehead again before leading you outside of your room.
Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ No more comments Juggy, I’m too worn out for that”. Jughead’s jaw dropped, feeling extremely happy for you but also shocked. You didn’t care that you’d have to talk to the sheriff, Archie Andrews was now yours and that’s all that mattered.
Basic Summary: The reader has been Newt’s best friend since first year at Hogwarts and has always denied who she is until she meets Queenie in New York.
“You boys are lucky I was there to save your behinds.” You stated, making your way down inside Newt’s case.
Newt and Jacob had tried to catch the Arumpemt, failing before you had stepped in before all hell broke loose at the MACUSA. Queenie, being a Legilimens, overheard your thoughts and had saved you, Newt, the Muggle and her sister.
“You should’ve just asked for my help in the first place, Fido. You know she loves me because I’m a woman.” You teased your best friend Newt about the Arumpemt.
“She’s not the only one.” Newt mumbled under his breath, getting the creatures’ feed prepared.
“Nothing, nothing.” Newt said quickly, shaking his head. “I see you and Queenie are getting on famously.”
“Yeah, so?” You bent over to pick up a bag of feed.
“She’s nice. Sweet. Good for you.” He muttered the last part.
“I suppose. Yeah, she’s very sweet. And kind and… beautiful.” You trailed off thinking off the blonde Legilimens before snapping out of your thoughts. “She’s a good friend.”
Newt gave you that oh-so-familiar sad smile like he knew something you didn’t. It drove you nuts.
“Don’t give me that look.”
Newt shot you a confused look.
“That look like you pity me or something. There’s nothing to be pitied.”
Newt sighed, placing the bag of feed down. “(Y/N), you- you’re not happy.”
Now you were confused. “Of course I am. I’m happy here with you, like old times.”
He ran a hand through his hair, walking towards you. “I know - and I’m happy here with you too - but it’s like… Like you have a chip on your shoulder. Like you keep putting something off, putting yourself in denial.”
Tears pricked your eyes and deep down you knew why. “I’m not- I’m not in denial.”
Newt rested his forehead against yours, sighing. “(Y/N), you’re my best friend. I just want you to be happy. It’s okay.”
Your tears spilled over and your breath caught in your throat. Newt pulled you into a hug, his arms tightening around you.
“It’s not… Me. It can’t be.” You cried into his shirt.
Your best friend smoothed your hair with his hand as he held you. “Nothing that’s a part of you is bad, remember that (Y/N). It’s not wrong, it’s who you are.”
“Aw, you two are such cute friends.” Queenie’s voice broke the silence.
You and Newt broke apart at the sound of the two sisters descending into the case and you wiped your tears from your face.
Queenie looked at you, her eyes soft but sad.
Tina opened her mouth so speak before being cut off by Frank’s thunderous calls.
Newt whipped around, eyeing his creature. “Danger.”
After revealing Grindelwald, you sat on the platform as Newt healed your shoulder wound. The dark wizard had managed to free his wand to aim at Newt before you stepped in front of him.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry-”
“Newtie, it’s not your fault. You would have done the same for me, it’s okay.” You cut your best friend off as he helped you stand up.
“(Y/N)! Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright.” You turned at the sound of Queenie’s voice before being enveloped by shades of pink. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms tight around the blonde witch.
“I thought I’d lost you.” Her silvery voice whispered in your ear, close to tears.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You buried your face in Queenie’s curls, her perfume filling your nose.
‘This feels right.’ You thought before Queenie pulled away to let Jacob hug you.
After years and years of denying that part of yourself, years of living in denial, you knew now that you couldn’t deny it any longer. After years of Newt subtly trying to reassure you that it was okay. It was okay. It was who you are and that wasn’t wrong.
Licking your lips nervously, you glanced over at Queenie to find her green eyes already staring at you. Your heart pounded in your chest and you knew that you would probably never get the chance again once you boarded the boat back to Britain.
Swallowing, you walked briskly over to the beautiful blonde, cupping her face gently with your hands. Her light eyes brightened and you slowly brought your lips to hers.
You had kissed men before but those experiences had never felt like this. Kissing Queenie felt like coming home to warmth after all day in the rain. You felt a weight drop off your shoulders as you finally embraced that part of you.
You broke apart and Queenie looked at you, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling too much.
“I knew you’d realise it in your own time.” She brushed a hair from your face.
Newt looked at the pair of you, beaming with pride and happiness for his best friend.
Imagine Chris finding out you got into a minor car accident.
A/N: This is a request from @rileyloves5, I’m so sorry but I didn’t really follow your prompt. I wanted to, but my brain sorted went in its own direction. But it’s still fluffy and I hope you still like it. X (Side note: How hot does Chris look in that Gif?)
Chris rushed through the busy hallways of Boston General’s emergency room, frantically looking for the ward you were in. Your doctor, Isaac, who was also a friend of Chris’, had texted him about the minor car accident you were in after you specially told him not to. The last thing you wanted was your incredibly protective husband making a fuss over a few scrapes and bruises, and yelling at your neighbor, Alex, whose fault it was not when that drunk driver clipped his car. In fact, none of it would’ve happened if you’d just waited at home like Chris had told you to; he was perfectly fine with the idea of a cab. But no, you had to insist on picking him up from the airport even though you didn’t drive and the airport was about an hour away from your shared home. So here you were with scrapes on your pretty face, a bruised shoulder, a little bit of whiplash, and Alex freaking out because he knew what Chris was like when it came to you.
“He’s going to kill me, Y/N,” Alex bit; his tone filled with anger and angst. “Captain America is going to kill me because you’re too afraid to drive and too stubborn to listen to him.” You winced, pressing your lips together because it was your fault and you had nothing to say. “Oh God,” he buried his scratched up face in his hands.
“We’ll just tell him it’s my fault-” you began.
“It is your fault!” Alex cut you off, frowning. “I was in bed, but you wouldn’t stop ringing my doorbell.” You gave him your best apologetic look, which always worked on him; you’d been best friends for a while now, ever since he moved in four years ago and you brought over a basket of chocolate chip muffins. “I knew the muffins were a trap,” he tried not to chuckle when you did.
“I’m really sorry-”
“Save it for my eulogy.”
“Oh come on, you two.” Isaac chuckled softly. “I’ve known Chris for a while now and I don’t think-” He was cut off when Chris stormed into the room, pouncing on Alex after giving you a quick glance to make you sure you were still in one piece.
“You son of a bitch!” Chris grabbed Alex by the shirt, pulling him off the chair he was sitting on and onto his feet. “You could’ve gotten her killed!” He growled, his angry face inches away from Alex’s terrified one. You couldn’t tell from looking at Chris because he was always so sweet and smiley, but he could be really scary when he wanted to be.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“And you,” Chris turned his attention onto you as he released his grip on Alex’s shirt, shoving him back in the process. “What the hell were you thinking?” He stalked over to you, his furious but worried gaze burning into your skin. “Didn’t I tell you to just wait at home? Why did you have to insist on coming to the airport?”
“I don’t know,” you mumbled sheepishly.
“Look at you,” Chris furrowed his brows as he gently caressed your face in his hands. “Oh God,” his eyes fell on your neck brace, “are you in a lot of pain?” He asked but didn’t give you time to answer; he turned to Isaac. “Is she okay? Can she walk? Have you given her an x-ray? Does she need a CAT scan?”
“What? No,” Isaac laughed. “It was a minor accident, Chris. She’s fine, she’s just got a few scrapes and bruises. She doesn’t even need the neck brace, she just wanted to see what it felt like.” Chris glanced back to you with tightly pursed lips, making you laugh at a very inappropriate time. “She’s fine and you can take her home.”
“Cut it out,” Chris scolded you, ignoring his own urge to laugh because he was still annoyed at you. “Do you even know how worried I was?” He asked with narrowed eyes and you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing. “The entire cab ride over, I was panicking thinking something horrible happened to you.”
“I’m sorry,” you took off the neck brace and got to your feet, wrapping your arms around his waist. He huffed, audibly displaying his annoyance but hugged you back anyway. “I told Isaac not to text you, but he insisted.”
“Good, because I told him to text me if you ever come in.” You scoffed and looked over at Isaac. “He’s the only way I’ll find out about your injuries and accidents ‘cause someone,” Chris looked down at you with disapproving eyes, “never tells me anything. Apparently she doesn’t want me to worry about her, even though it’s my job as your husband.”
“I don’t want to distract you from work,” you defended yourself.
“I think you not telling me is more distracting,” he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “I’d rather know everything than be surprised. Like you, my little control freak,” he teased you as he pulled away, “I’m not a fan of surprises.”
“Well…” Isaac began and both you and Chris turned to him. “I think there’s one surprise you both might like.” Chris shared a confused glance with you; you shrugged. “Earlier, when I ran a blood test for you, after you told me you think you’re coming down with a stomach bug?” You nodded. “Well, that fatigue and nausea is actually because-”
“Oh my God,” Chris gasped and a huge smile broke out on his face. “Is she-”
“Pregnant?” You finished.
“Yeah,” Isaac nodded, smiling. “Congratulations, you’ve got a baby on the way.”
“I’m going to be a dad!” Chris cheered, hugging you tightly and lifting your off the floor. You chuckled and hugged him back, smiling. “Yes, we’re going to be parents!” He was beyond excited, all the angst and annoyance he had due to the accident faded.
Having a kid was a discussion both of you have had over the past year. Chris had always wanted kids whereas you were still on the fence, but you loved Chris and you wanted a family with him so you made a deal with him; you’d leave it up to the universe. You stopped not trying to have children, and if it happened, it happened. Guess the universe finally decided you were ready for a little one.
“Guess insisting on going to the airport was a good thing after all.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Chris chuckled, brushing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “But just so you know,” he pecked your check and whispered into your ear, “I’m not letting you out of my sight for the next nine months.”
Title: You’re The Worst Character: Peter Parker Prompt: 17
“Why are you here?” You deadpanned as Peter Parker stood at your door. At first, you had every intention of letting him sit out there in the rain, but then he wouldn’t stop knocking on the door and calling for you.
Peter was considerably drenched from the rain, his clothes were clinging to him and raindrops were dripping from his head. “I wanted to talk to you!”
“Really? And I want a best friend who doesn’t blatantly lie to my face for almost a year.” You tried to close the door, but Peter moved into the threshold so you couldn’t.
“(Y/n), please let me come inside so I can explain.”
You saw the way he was shivering and you felt a little bad about making him wait out there for so long, but you were still upset with him. “Fine.”
Peter quickly shuffled inside, sighing in relief once the warm air hit his chilly skin, turning to you he saw that you were frowning at him with your arms crossed promptly in fromt of you.
This was gonna be hard.
“The whole reason I didn’t tell you about being Spider-Man, why I didn’t willingly tell anyone, was because I was concerned about your safety. You’ve read the comics! Villans always go after the people the hero cares about. I didn’t want to have to put you through that.”
“Fair enough, but then you took care of the threat and everything was fine here, and you still didn’t tell me!” You annunciated each of the last words to get your point across
“There’s always going to be a threat! That’s how it works!”
“That’s such a pathetic excuse and you know it. You were just going to keep me blissfully ignorant state until what? Until I found out on my own and then felt betrayed? Because that’s exactly where we are right now.”
Peter exhailed deeply, not knowing how to explain it because he knew he was at fault. “I know, I’m sorry for upsetting you.”
“Peter, It’s not just that I’m upset. I’m disappointed in you for not believing that I wouldn’t keep your secret, you should know me better than that.
“There wasn’t an easy way to do this.”
“Of course not! But could you imagine what would have happened had I never found out and you got killed? Because that could very well be a possibility considering what is you do. What then? Peter Parker just disappears and then I would just have to put two and two together?!” Your hands went into your hair as you tried to work out your frustrations. “God, I cannot believe I have a crush on someone so astoundingly stupid!”
Peter’s head shot up and his eyes bore into your back. “What did you say?”
You whirled around to him and your brows furrowed together. “What?”
“You-You said that you had a crush on me. Well you said I was stupid too, but I paid more attention to the other part.” Peter saw that the ends of your ears had gone pink and he bit back his smile in fear you might smack him considering the situation.
You coughed awkwardly, folding your arms again. “That isn’t what’s important here, I’m mad at you.”
Peter stepped towards you, the smile breaking out on his face. “I’m not hearing a denial.”
“Peter Parker, you listen to me when I am scolding you.”
He couldn’t help but laugh and then his arms came to wrap around you as an overwhelming sense of happiness consumed him. Peter had liked you for a long time, but just assumed you weren’t into the dating scene yet considering your attitude towards relationships. “Well stop scolding me so I can tell you I like you too.”
You let out a small laugh, accepting his embrace while you felt the bulk of your anger evaporate. “I hate you.”
Peter lightly bopped the end of his nose against yours and smiled. “No you don’t.”
Kai Parker x Reader word count : 3 832 summary : based on the song ‘I’ll Be Good’ by James Young note : anon, i hope you like it and apologies for taking so long * gif by me
"I hope one day you will forgive me because I can’t live knowing that you hate me.“ he whispered, lightly brushing his fingers against her cheek before pulling her blanket up. Three days, thats how long they hadn’t been talking and every night in the middle of the night or shortly before sunrise he’d sneak into her room and watch her sleep. Things had stormed so out of control during their fight, he was afraid he had lost her forever and he just couldn’t bear the thought or imagine his life without her in it. That version of his life didn’t exist anymore. He leaned over her, ready to kiss her forehead when she stirred in her sleep, but before she had woken up he was out the door. Her eyes fluttered open, looking around thinking maybe she had left the window open and that had caused the gust of wind that had woken her up, but the window was closed. Y/N glanced at the door and laid back in her bed starring at the ceiling for a few long moments before she got up, her feet kicking at the ground for a few seconds before finding their way into her fuzzy bunny slippers. A short sigh left her lips and she glanced at the clock before heading towards the kitchen to get a glass with water, seeing how hers was empty. Y/N opened the door and stepped into the hallway, trailing her fingers on the light blue painted wall with all the framed pictures. For a moment she stopped, looking at a picture of her and Kai from one of the first days they spent together as roommates. It was almost as if their smiley faces glowed from the picture and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile instantly. There they were laughing while making a mess in the kitchen one of the first times they made cupcakes together. Kai used magic to take the picture and ‘capture’ the moment. Flour covered their clothes but neither of them seemed to care and the longer she stared at the picture, the more it seemed as if the image moved like it was a tablet screen on the wall. Her hand reached towards the picture, touching Kai’s smiley face for a few seconds before she cleared her throat, continuing on her way. Not talking to Kai was almost as painful as her broken arm hidden under the cast, but what truly hurt the most was how much she missed him and the sound of his voice. They went from best friends to strangers in 15 minutes and now she felt more heartbroken and alone than ever – “Kai ?” she stopped in the middle of the living room, seeing him laying on the couch semi-hugging a bottle with alcohol. Instantly she rushed towards him. "W-what happened ? Are you hurt ?“ Kai glanced at his clothes covered in blood, then at his best friend and finally at the bottle, bringing it to his lips. Those were the first words she had said to him the past three days and he couldn’t help but feel a happy, even if it was only for a second. He never thought she’d ever talk to him again after what he had done let alone that her first thought seeing him there would be about his well being. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair and sat on the coffee table, leaving her empty glass next to her looking at him with worry in her eyes. They had been living together for almost a year now and her best friend coming home covered in blood wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the way he was looking at her in that moment. There were rarely tears in his eyes but – there they were, but it wasn’t just that. They were filled with pain and regret too “Tell me.” she said softly, reaching across to him giving his hand a light squeeze. A sigh left his lips and he just kept starring at her. Three days ago they had had one of their worst fights ever and Kai hated every second since. He hated not being able to talk to her, to hug her. What he hated even more was that it had all been his fault.
“Would you stop acting like this !” she raised her voice, bumping into his shoulder on her way down the hall. “I swear sometimes I just –” “You what ?” he grabbed her forearm, forcing her to turn around. Y/N yanked her arm back, raising her hands in the air trying hard not to ball them into fists and hit him. Kai looked at his best friend, the girl he loves, and his heart broke. He hated it when he got her upset with him. He hated even more seeing tears in her eyes and knowing he was the reason for them, but his pride always got the worst out of him. “You wish you never met me ? You will turn your back on me ? Leave and never talk to me again ? Is that it ?” “If it gets you to stop hurting people and act like the jealous boyfriend I don’t have, then I will !” she raised her voice even more, storming down the hallway towards the kitchen with him right on her tail. Her angry steps echoed in their apartment, louder than possible and Kai wondered why. Perhaps it was because he was afraid he’d lose her, or maybe it was just his heightened hearing. “Don’t walk away from me!” he grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall. He kept trying to meet her eyes but she kept avoiding his gaze. Y/N put her hands on his chest trying to push him off but he wouldn’t move an inch. “That guy was dangerous. I was only trying to protect you –” “'That guy’ as you referred to him is one of my best friends from college –” “I thought I was your best friend.” he said with a hint of hurt in his voice. “I thought what we had was – something special and now, what ? One screw up and you give up on me ?!” Y/N shifted her weight from one foot to the other finally looking into his eyes. He looked more upset than angry, flashes of hurt sparkling in his brilliantly blue eyes. “How can you even think that let alone say it Malachai ?! How can you even think I’d ever give up on you ?!” she interrupted him. “I said he was one of my best friends from college, meaning he stands out above the others. You are my best friend and I know you are still new to the whole feelings and emotions thing, but –” “But what ?” he dared, trying not to think how she had used his full name. That was reserved only for major screw ups. “– you can’t let them control you all the time!” she tried to push him off again and he stumbled backwards. “It wasn’t one screw up and you know it ! You can’t choke with magic every guy who gets near me! You can’t make them breathe out fire or break their limps or compell them away –” “I can and I will !” he said with determination, shoving her against the wall again. He braced his hands on the wall a little louder than he intended and Y/N jumped up. “There it is. Again.” she raised her voice, struggling to push him off her. “The jealous boyfriend I don’t have. What ? Do you have feelings for me or something ?! Cuz if so just say s–” “Feelings ?” he stepped backwards. “Don’t be ridiculous. I am a sociopath, remember ? I am not burdened by… love or guilt or any of those pesky annoying things called emotions.” “Riiighht.” she ran roughly her fingers through her hair. “So, you are not jealous then ?” “Me ? Jealous ? No. I just –” “You just what ?” she took a step towards him, folding her arms on her chest. “You are doing it for fun ? To prove to everyone that you are the abomination, the monster they see every time they look at you? Just because your family –” Kai clenched his jaw, fire burning in his eyes. “Don’t say another word –” “– saw you as one, doesn’t mean you have to prove them right ! But what does it matter what I say ? You never listen to me anyways or want to see that someone actually cares about you and believes in you and that you can be good.” she took a step towards her bedroom when suddenly he smacked her against the wall, purple/black veins flashing under his eyes. “There it is. Again.” Y/N tried pushing him off but it was like trying to push away a ten thousand ton rock. He was too strong for her even before he became a heretic. Their eyes met and for a moment she got truly scared. Her best friend looked like a completely different person. They had bickered, they have had their fights but he had never looked at her like that – as if she was something he couldn’t even stand being near at, an obstacle that had to be removed so he can continue in his wicked ways. “Get a grip on your emotions. You can’t keep coming home covered in blood every other night. Not to mention those times I had to pull out wooden bullets out of your body –” she tried pushing him off her. “You are not this person. I know yo–” “Stop telling me who I am!” he raised his voice. “This is who I am ! I am never going to change.” “It’s not who you are –” “Stop !” he shouted, banging his fists right next to her making her jump up his vampirism showing again. “Stop trying to change me! Stop acting like you know what’s best for me and stop –” Y/N pushed him off her, storming towards her bedroom. “Fine. You want me to stop ? I’ll stop. I’ll stop talking to you. I will stop defending you every time someone brings up all that you’ve done. I’ll stop everything. Look for me when my best friend returns because this person, whoever that is right here, is not my friend.” “Oh, so we are not friends now, is that it ?” he grabbed her forearm forcing her to turn around. A split second later he heard a crack and she screamed out in pain, her eyes starting to fill with tears. He glanced at his hand noticing how her skin right under his arm had turned purple/blueish and let go off her instantly, his anger dying down in a blink of an eye. Y/N lifted her arm flinching in pain when her fingers lightly touched her skin. Their eyes met and he took a step towards her trying to touch her, but she flinched away for the first time since they had met. “Y/N, I –” he took a step towards her but she backed away from him. “I didn’t mean to I, … Please, let me heal you.” “No. No !” she shouted, taking another step backwards from him until her back bumped into her bedroom door and she groaned in pain again. “Stay the Hell away from me !” “At least let me take you to the hospital.” he pleaded with her. “Or get you some ice.” Y/N shook her head and walked into her bedroom, slamming the door shut with such a loud bang one of the pictures on the wall fell on the ground. Kai knelt down to pick it up and gather the broken glass shards and sat by her door looking at their smiley faces. How had this happened ?! Out of everyone he never meant to cause her any pain and now he had not only gotten her upset with him and hurt her emotionally, but had also broken her arm, not realising his strength. He listened to her breathing getting heavier, her heart thumping in her chest and raised his hand, ready to knock on her door when he heard her slip down on the other side, crying.
“Tell me.” she said softly. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I am your best friend –” “Are you ?” he asked quietly, afraid to look at her. He had spent the night after their fight by her bedroom door and the next morning when he had woken up, she hadn’t been in their apartment. For a few hours he had thought she had actually left him, but then she had come home with her broken arm in a cast and unlike what he had expected, his best friend hadn’t told anyone what had really happened. “After the way I hurt you, after everything I did –” he took another sip from the bottle in his hands. “You haven’t said a world to me in three days. You haven’t even looked at me –” “Friends fight.” she grabbed the bottle from his hands and took a large sip, finishing it. “Damn, what is this ?! It’s stronger than the pain killers my doctor prescribed.” “Rum.” he said with a small smile, watching her face scrunch while the alcohol burned down her throat. “It’s a bit too tropical but –” Y/N left the empty bottle on the coffee table. "So, why are you covered in blood this time ?“ “That’s um … that’s not important.” he sat up, patting the spot next to him and she tossed herself on the couch next to him just like always, forgetting about her broken arm and she whinced in pain. A small smile hid in the corners of his mouth. Not only she was talking to him but she acted as her usual self, as if nothing had happened. “May I ?” Y/N glanced at her arm and then at him, nodding slightly. Kai crushed the cast in two seconds flat, being very careful not to her hurt her again in the process and placed his plams over the large blue/purpleish bruise, muttering a spell. Warmth spread through her arm and a few moments later, the pain was gone and her arm was completely healed. “Thank you.” she smiled and he couldn’t help but smile too. He muttered a ‘yeah’ and sighed. “I came home about an hour ago and I um … I went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean up all this.” he gestured towards his clothes. “And I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, seeing for the first time how I look with those veins flashing under my eyes and my clothes covered in blood. For a second I thought I saw the Devil looking at me, and then – I realised it was me.” Kai sighed and rested his back against the couch, wiping his face with his hands. It has been almost half a year since he became a vampire and for the first time he understood why people ran away screaming when he was ‘hunting’ or ‘blowing off steam’ or whatever it was he was doing. Even he wasn’t sure what that was anymore. “I have done so many awful things in my life, hurt so many people including my own family, but when I hurt you the other night –” he turned towards her, his voice breaking. “Y/N, I am so sorry for what I did, for everything I said. I never meant to hurt you in any way. I never meant to cause you any pain but in the end that’s exactly what happened and you spent the entire night crying, three days in pain and crying yourself to sleep every night because of what I did. ” “It happens.” she smiled for a second. “But it shouldn’t have happened. You were right.” he got up, pacing back and forth between the couch and the coffee table. “You were right about all of it. All my life I’ve shut out every feeling, every emotion instead of learning to live with them because it was easier not to feel. My family thought me compassion is weakness. They turned me into this this… This cold, merciless person who refuses to feel a thing and can’t let anything slide or show any kind of mercy, I –” he glanced at his hands, rubbing his fingers trying to get the blood off them. “It scares me to death.” “What ?” she brought her knees up to her chest. “This !” he raised his bloody hands, showing her both sides. “It scares me what I am capable off. How many people I’ve hurt. Innocent people – ” he looked at his shoes. “I became the monster everyone saw. Maybe I was better off in the Prison World where I couldn’t hurt anyone..” “Don’t ever say that okay.” she said softly, smiling at him while taking his hands in hers and he sat down on the coffee table. “You made a mistake and you paid for it. You are not a monster. You are not what they turned you into, you are what you choose to be.” “But I am this person.” he rubbed his thumbs on her hands. “Y/N, I killed those people tonight, just because they got in my way. It’s their blood on my hands and I –” he sighed, gazing into her eyes. There was only compassion and understanding, no hint of judgement in them. Not now, not ever. Not even when they had fought the other day and he had hurt her. It was the way she was, with heart big enough for everyone even for the vampire/witch heretic who killed his entire family and put one of her best friends in a sleeping coma. No matter how many times he screwed up she never seemed to give up on him or stop believing there was good in him. Which had been one of the many reasons why he had fallen for her. But he knew there was no way she could feel the same way about him. “All my life I’ve been trying to shut out the light, doing everything to snuff it out. There might not be any of it left after all those years but if there is, I want to find it. I want to be a better man. Starting today. I want to find a way make it up to everyone I’ve hurt, for all the bruises and the tears. To love the world like I should. I – I’ll be good for all the times I never could.” “You want to know where the light is?” she smiled at him and placed her hand over his heart. “It’s right here. In your heart. It has always been there. All you have to do is just – let that spark burn bright and turn into a fire. And I’ll teach you to be good.” she winked at him for a second, her expression getting serious. “I will always be here for you, no matter what.” “You will ?” he asked. Y/N nodded and Kai smiled at her placing his hand over hers on his heart keeping it there. “I want to be a better man… someone who deserves having you in his life. I’ll be good, for you.”
“Yes!” he smiled, his heart about to leap out of his chest and he knew she could feel it too. Her gaze drifted from his eyes to their hands together and back to his eyes and he decided to take a leap. "You were right. I was acting like the jealous boyfriend because I know there is no way for me to measure up to any of those guys who got near you. I let my fear of losing you to someone else take over because… I am in love with you. I am in love with you and I can’t bear the thought of losing you in any way. You said the light is in here.“ he pressed his palm over hers a little. “But it’s not. It’s right in front of me. You are my light.” Y/N smiled, feeling her cheeks blush and his heart thumping like crazy under her hand, just like hers. “Kai, I –” “You are so special and you deserve someone who is good, compassionate, kind… not someone who caused you and your friends so much suffering. Someone like –” “Don’t I get a say in this ?” she interrupted. “Don’t you think if I wanted to be with any of those guys or anyone else for that matter, I would’ve said something.” “What?” he asked confused. “Neither of those guys could ever measure up to you.” she said softly. “In truth, no one can.” “What ?” he asked hopefully. “God, you are slow.” she cupped his face in an instant and kissed him, slowly getting on his lap. Kai was surprised at first, but 0.2 seconds later his arms wound around her and he pulled her towards him, feeling her heart thumping in her chest faster than ever. Her hands moved towards the back of his head, playing with his scruff and she pressed her body against his not carying her PJ’s might get blood stains on them. Too soon she pulled away, resting her forehead on his gazing into his eyes. “Kai, I – I am in love with you too.” “You are?” he smiled, tucking in a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes !” she smiled. “I love you and I always will, but I mean it when I say this – you have to stop hurting everyone who dares walk or breath in my general direction.” “Done.” he said suddenly, “But if they dare kiss you or their hands move somewhere they don’t have the right to be, or hurt you in any way I –” Y/N stared into his eyes, her lips pressing together. “You will what ?” “I’ll go over there and kiss you as if my life depends on it.” he held her tight in his embrace. “And I will try not to hurt them. Unless they are hurting you. I will protect you always.” “No one can ever take me away from you.” her lips pressed against his, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You know, the jealous over protective version of you – so hot, I just – ” Kai grinned. “Hey, so… Does you kissing me means I am forgiven?” he asked nervously. “Because I need your forgiveness. I can’t live with the guilt –”
“Does this –“ she kissed him passionately. ”– answer your question ?“
“I don’t know –” he pretended to think about it. “It was a bit unclear. Maybe say it a little louder ?”
Y/N slapped him playfully on the shoulder and kissed him as if her life depended on it.
Title: Late For the Date Character: Jake Peralta A/n: It was a lot harder than I thought to manage school and this because i can no longer procrastinate writing during the day and then just stay up till 2am to finish a story.
In retrospect, it might have been a bad idea to invite you over to Jake’s place for the date. The whole building was unpredictable and he legitimately had nothing planned.
Jake slumped down in his seat, hands dragging down his face as he tried to formulate an idea in his head.
That or which persona he would take up when he inevitably makes a total and complete fool of himself in front of you therefore causing him to flee the country and herd goats to avoid the shame.
It’s just that he was so attracted to you, that sometimes he didn’t even know what he was saying to you half the time. He hadn’t felt that way about anyone in what felt like forever. Jake wanted to do this date right, and not halfass it like he did with everything else.
“Hey, Cassanova,” Gina said as she gracefully plopped into the seat next to his desk. “Little bird told me you managed to snag a date with (Y/n).”
“Is this little bird Charles?”
Gina laughed while her and Charles exchanged a quick glance at each other. “Maybe, anways tell me all the details of what you have planned.”
Jake huffed. “Funny you mention that, cause I got nothing.”
“That’s surprising coming from you. You’re usually the top guy when it comes to setting up dates.”
“That’s just it though, all my previous dates have been total flops. And I really want this one to work out,” He said, casting her a hopeful glance. “Any ideas?”
“Oh, you want a full on thing? Then no, I cannot be of help to you. But, Amy and her are good friends, so trying asking her,” Gina said, standing up and stretching. “But I mean if things don’t work out, send her my way.”
Jake only nodded, too distracted by his thoughts but when he did his head shot up. “Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?!”
To say it was chaos in the Peralta apartment would be a drastic understatement for the situation at hand. He had been taking better care of the apartment, but now it felt like every little thing was out of place and had to be taken care of asap.
God, is this how Santiago felt all the time?
That poor woman.
Jake pulled up his sleeve to check the time and saw that be still had an hour left before you were gonna arrive.
After his small discussion with Amy, he was fairly certain that the date would be pretty good. He learned that grand or extravagant gestures tend to make you uncomfortable, and if he treated this like a more casual hang out then you would enjoy yourself a lot more.
That was Jake’s main goal for the evening, to make you comfortable around him so you both could enjoy yourselves.
With everything done all he had to do was sit and wait for you to show up.
Jake checked his watch for the fifth time in the span of a three minutes. His knees jolted up and down nervously as he continued to glance at the door of his apartment, barely listening to the silly sitcom he had playing on the television.
You were almost twenty minutes late, something very unusual since Amy and Captain Holt would boast about your punctuality to him, in hopes something might rub off on him.
Another ten minutes passed and Jake tried not to let the hurt settle in, there weren’t any messages from you and if it was something serious he knew you would have called.
Jake let out a deep sigh and went to turn off the television when there were a few frantic knocks at the door.
His whole heart jumped at the sound and he tried to not seem too eager as he went to open the door. Taking a small moment to clear his throat and smoothen out his hair, Jake finally opened it.
“I am so sorry!” You said with a large huff. “So much was happening, I got lost in a bit of my work and then my aunt called me just as I was about to leave and the woman can talk for ages.”
Jake couldn’t keep back the smile, he was just so happy to see you and that he could avoid the potential heartbreak over you standing him up.
“It’s totally cool,” Jake said, trying to seem nonchalant while his heart felt like it was ready to hop out of his chest and take off screaming. “I mean I don’t have any aunts but I can imagine they would be delightful ladies who would talk to me a ton too.”
Jake brought you inside his apartment and gave you a small tour of where everything was. “Bathroom’s on the second door to the left if ya need it and bedroom is the last door of the hall if you need a quiet place to have a mental breakdown like I do twice a day.”
Jake’s ears perked up whenever you laughed and he noticed you open up your bag to pull something out.
“First of all, I wanted to say thank you for being so sweet about me being unbearably late for our date,” You then took out a paper bag and held it out to him, Jake couldn’t help but smile at the brightly colored chalk that stained your hands. “Secondly, I got this for you because I felt really bad about it.”
Jake feigned a suspicious look as he opened the bag and looked inside. “It’s an everything bagel!” He said with a happy laugh as he unwrapped it. “Look! It even has beef jerky! Where did you get this at?”
You gave him a wink and tapped the side of your nose. “I know a guy, makes anything I ask him to really. And I remember you talking about wanting one so I thought it would make up for me.”
Jake’s whole system was being overflooded with pleasant affection for you that he couldn’t help but lean over and give you a big hug.
Though when he realized what he did he almost dropped the bagel. “I’m sorry, that was really awkward and I dunno how comfortable you are with that kind of stuff.”
You smiled at him and shook your head. “No it’s fine, I thought it was pretty cute.”
Jake set the food aside and helped you out of your coat. “Now the date can officially begin!”
You stiffled a laugh as you reached out to move Jake’s head back to it’s former position. “Jake Peralta, if you’re going to be my muse then you have to sit still.”
After watching a couple comedies and spending a good few of hours just talking and exchanging funny stories while the two of enjoyed each other’s company. Then you finally managed to convince Jake to let you draw him.
Trouble was, he kept making silly faces or intentionally moving poses to try and get a reaction out of you. “I’m your muse? I’m not an overly kinky man, but I must say, I do like the sound of that.”
You shot him a look and pushed on his shoulder so he’s stumble out of his weird position on the couch. “Hush up, you’re distracting me from my art.”
Jake placed his chin in his hand and watched your hands float around the sketchbook and how your eyes would quickly switch between his face and the page. “You’re incredibly attractive like this, did you know that?”
You smiled, still keeping your gaze on the paper. “Why Mr. Peralta, you are quite foward.”
Jake chuckled, tilting his head ever slightly. “It’s true, Gina was telling me about the whole attractive artist thing and I gotta say that I’m into it.”
“Guess that’s lucky for me then.” You said, smudging one part of his shirt while you debated what to do next, missing Jake’s content sigh while he watched you.
“Just a bit more,” You said, taking one last glance up at him and then tossing your pencil aside. “Done!”
Jake eagerly waited for you to flip the sketchbook over but when you didn’t he raised an eyebrow. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show me?”
“Should I?” You asked, placing it close to your chest so it was totally concealed. “I don’t think you’ve earned it.”
“Not fair! I am the best muse an artist could have!” He argued, trying to steal the book away from you.
“Nah, I don’t feel like it.”
Jake started tickling your sides. “Show me! Let me gaze upon my beautiful face!” His laughter mixing with yours whenever you tried to swat him away.
“Fine! Fine!” You wheezed, pushing him off of you enough to plop the page onto his lap.
“Aw man,” Jake said as he held the picture close to him. “I look absolutely dreadful, is this what I look like all the time because I should really work on that.”
You nudged him. “Shut up, you’re not that bad.”
Jake wiggled his eyebrows. “(Y/n), are you trying to tell me that I’m pretty.”
“Would you mind if I was?”
Jake blushed, and cleared his throat. “N-Not at all.”
You leaned against him. “Well you’re pretty handsome, Peralta.”
Jake looked down at you and smiled. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Thank you, I try my best,” You said with a smile, leaning over to look at the clock on the microwave. “Oh wow, I think I should be heading home.” You announced, rolling off the coach and springing to your feet.
He stood up, handing you your sketchbook and helping you retrieve your things. “You’re leaving me so soon?” He asked once the two of you were at the door. “I didn’t get to turn my charm on.”
You smiled over your shoulder while putting your coat on. “I think you were charming enough, besides if I hang around you too much I’ll lose the allure.”
Jake leaned against the doorframe while you finished getting situated. “Well, you’re welcome at my place any time. I’d be happy to have you over again.”
“I might take you up on that offer, Detective Peralta,” You said, smiling whenever he chuckled. “Anyways, thank you for a very fun evening.”
“It was fun for me too. Definitely ranks pretty high on my best date list.” Jake said, your gazes meeting briefly as he decided weither or not to kiss your goodnight.
“I’ll see you later then.” You said before he could make up his mind.
“Goodnight, let me know when you get home safe.” Jake told you, awkwardly shaking your hand.
You smiled and nodded before turning around for breif second, then quickly facing him again, lightly tugging on the front of his shirt to give him a small kiss on his cheek.
“Will do.” You said, letting him go and walking down the hallway.
Jake leaned over the doorframe to make sure you were gone before fist bumping the air and closing the door.
Lately, I have received several messages here on tumblr asking: How do
you do it? How do you colour gifs? What? How? Whaaat? So… I decided to share
some of my deepest secrets and commonly used technics with you. Be my guest.
A/N: Fluff Appreciation Day. More Winchester!Sister but this one is more Sam focused instead of Dean like I normally do. Also, some Salieen
“Sammy let me help you,” you begged.
“No, y/n. I don’t really feel comfortable asking my little
sister for relationship advice.”
“Awwww Sammy you scared that I’m better at relationships
“No, I’d rather think you don’t have relationships at all
besides with your family.”
“Well, I’ve got mad relationship skills, bro. Let me know if
you need trendy places to propose.”
“Y/n we are not at the stage in our relationship yet. We are
You grabbed Sam’s arm and dragged him to the war room to
point out Eileen. She was seated at the table with Dean who was jabbering on
about something you were sure she had no interest in, but she sat there and
“Sammy any girl that is willing to sit and listen to Dean
babble must really like you because I’m his sister and I can barely handle it.
That girl out there really likes you. You can see it in the way she looks at
you. There’s a glint in her eyes. And you know what I know you like her just as
much because I know you and Dean better than you guys know yourselves.”
He just looked at you with a smile and pride. “How did you
turn out so great and insightful?”
“Well, my two really tall doofus brothers raised me right I
guess,” you said with a shrug.
“That is a freaking miracle, let me tell you,” Sam said with
“Oh, I know. When Dean tried to give me the puberty/period
talk, that was the most awkward moment of my life.”
You both chuckled at that remembering the poor guy trying
his best to explain things to you. “So, do you really think she likes me like
that?” Sam asked.
“No, I know she does. Like I said mad relationship skills,
just don’t tell Dean. I’m really not feeling the sex talk right now.”
Sam laughed at that. “Deal and if you would like I could
give you that talk instead.”
“How about you go make your move lover boy and don’t ever
have that talk.”
“Oh, you’re getting the talk just not right now. I don’t
think I could stomach that thought right now,” Dean said as he was walking
“Shit, of course you hear that,” you said.
“Sis, I hear more than you think I do. Now, Sammy go get
your woman while y/n and I have a very non-sex related conversation.”
You and Sam just rolled your eyes and walked off
in your own separate directions.
A/N: Thank you so much for the submission. Here’s what came to mind. Hope you like it. P.S.This is placed before Sam met Jess.
Ever since high school photography had been a passion of yours and when your college professor assigned a portrait session, the first person who popped into your head was your best friend, who you secretly harbored feelings for. You knew that Sam would make a wonderful subject. His face was always so full of expression. The hardest part would be getting him to look up from his textbooks long enough to take the pictures you needed to have. You decided to ask him during your study session that night.