Prompt: “All I need is your lips
against mine. Right now.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)
Word Count: 3,077 Words
Warnings: swearing, a bit of violence, fluff
Notes: This is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k Writing Challenge! Seems like I’m really into Punk!Bucky nowadays. Don’t mind my title, I was just searching my ultra long playlist for ideas and this fit slightly.
“Hurry up Y/N!” Wanda calls from the bottom of the stairs.
It’s the first day back at school and you’ll be damned if you’re late. Some may
give you disgusted side-glances because of your enthusiasm, but honestly?
They’re the types of people who are destined to be future gas station
attendants, so they don’t really bother you.
“I’m coming Wanda!” You reply, stuffing your matte lipstick
into your bag and kicking your bedroom door closed. You hurry down the stairs, and
smile at your best friend. “Ready?”
She rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and tugging you
towards the front door. “I’ve been ready since half an hour ago, you just take
so damn long getting ready.” She tells you, leaning against the threshold as
you lace up boots.
“Well, I’m sorry that I put effort into my looks.” You tease, squeaking as Wanda smacks your
“Stop rambling nonsense, let’s go.” She snorts, as you leave
A/N: I know I’ve written a similar concept before, but I got my wisdom teeth out two days ago, and in a drug induced state, I wrote this. Thankfully, my friend Fem re-read it and fixed everything that definitely needed fixing (whoops.) I really hope you guys like this, and I’m begging you, please send in any comments and critiques! Let me know if you want a part two!
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Dean pulled the blanket up over your shoulder, letting it rest just below your chin. You had fallen asleep not twenty minutes into the movie. First your head fell onto his shoulder, then slid down to his arm, then eventually met his thighs.
Gently, he ran his fingers through your hair. Dean knew that you weren’t aware of the full extent of his affections, and that you would probably never would find out. But, he also knew that it did not matter to him whether or not you did. All he ever wanted was to keep you close by and safe.
“I’m gonna head to bed.” Sam said quietly, stretching as he stood up from the chair.
Dean nodded, “I’ll take Y/N to her room.”
Carefully, he lifted up your sleeping figure and clutched you to his chest as he made his way through the dimly lit hallway, and to your bedroom door.
“Night.” He said, as if you could hear, and placed you under your covers.
His socked feet slid against the floor as he walked to his own room, head in hand. Dean rubbed his eyes before changing into a new t-shirt and boxers.
It couldn’t have been more than two hours when he heard a faint cry through the wall separating your bedrooms. In seconds, he was by your side. Dean watched your face contort from sadness to anguish, then eventually fear.
“Y/N.” He whispered your name, “Hey, hey, wake up.” He pleaded, hands gripping at your shoulders.
“I’m right here.” He shook you gently, praying you would open your eyes quickly.
You woke up finally, reaching up and gripping Dean’s t-shirt. He exhaled with relief as he watched your features relax.
“Sorry.” You whispered, laying back down against your pillow. “I’m-”
“It’s fine. You’re fine.” Dean’s voice was raspy, laced with sleep.
Nights like these were common, almost routine for you and Dean. Sometimes it was you screaming through the night, pulling Dean closer; other times it Dean who clung to your figure as he fought to wake up.
“Thank you.” You finally settled on two simple words, before letting go of Dean. He gripped your hand and stood up from your bed.
“See you in the morning.” He said, and you turned onto your side, watching his figure leave as he shut the door.
When morning finally did come, you took a quick shower and met the brothers in the kitchen for breakfast.
“Anything new?” You asked Sam, who was leaning over the counter with a newspaper in his hand.
“Yeah, actually…” He trailed off, and you raised a brow at him.
Dean shrugged when your eyes met his, asking for an explanation.
You grabbed a piece of toast and buttered it, waiting patiently for Sam to finish the article and elaborate.
“How’d you sleep?” Dean asked suddenly, while taking the seat across from you at the table. Your eyes lifted to meet his.
“The second half of the night was definitely better.” You stated, “Thanks to you.”
“You should seriously consider watching some comedies before bed.” Dean joked, earning a soft smile from you.
You were about to respond when Sam interrupted.
“Guys-” He started, “This has got to be a werewolf.”
Sam placed the newspaper on the table, in between yours and Dean’s plates. His finger was stuck on one paragraph where an eyewitness account was written up.
“This woman described a werewolf kill, perfectly.” Sam looked between the two of you and you nodded, taking a bite of your toast.
“It’s worth checking out.” You stated.
“Where is it?” Dean asked.
Sam looked closer at the paper, “In the area, actually. A couple towns over.”
“Let’s leave in an hour.” Dean decided.
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Sam had done his research quickly, connecting the werewolf to a man who lived at the address Dean had finally pulled up to. The man might not even know that he is a killer at night. You swallowed thickly, staring at the front door.
“Here.” Dean jammed a handful of silver bullets into your palm, his fingers lingering for longer than they should have.
“Thanks.” You loaded them into your gun.
You grabbed your FBI jacket, and Dean watched as you popped the collar before setting it back down again.
“Let’s go, Agent.” You cracked a smile and tucked your gun into your pants.
Dean landed a curt knock on the door, and a very nice looking man swung the door open.
“Can I help you?” He asked, and you studied his face. He seemed kind. You sighed.
“I’m Agent Walters,” You said, flipping open your credentials.
Dean had grabbed the copy of this false identification, his reading Agent Walters as well.
“I’m her husband, Agent Walters.” Dean said, and you had to stifle a cough.
“Oh, how wonderful it must be to work side by side.” The man stated, opening the door further. “Come in. How can I help?”
While he busied himself with locking the door behind you and Dean, you whispered violently at Dean, asking for an explanation. He passed you his identification card, and you understood the mistake he had made.
“Fuck.” You whispered, and shuffled the card back to Dean.
“So, Mr. Williams,” You began, “There have been neighborhood disturbances as you have probably heard.”
“Yes, it’s been a tough month for this town.” He agreed.
“There has also been a murder, which we are hoping to shine more light onto.” You clasped your hands.
“Are you suggesting I know something?” Williams leaned back in his chair, eyes wide.
“What my wife here is trying to say is,” Dean’s hand met yours, prying your fingers apart and into his own. “We just need to know every detail possible.”
Dean’s attention wavered for a moment. He couldn’t focus on anything else but how perfectly his hand felt holding yours.
“Well, agents, I wish I could help. But actually, lately I’ve had a tough time with my memory. I must be getting older.” He stated, scratching at his head.
You looked at Dean, both of you understanding that Sam’s research was right. The sweet middle-aged man who sat before you, was a stone cold killer at night.
“That’s alright.” Your eyes hit the floor before meeting his, “Thank you.”
“If you think of anything else,” Dean gave him a false business card, “Call us.”
“No problem.” Mr. Williams shut the door, its slam sending chills up your spine.
You followed Dean back to the car.
“Well?” Sam asked from the passenger seat.
“We should check out the house tonight to make sure, but there’s a ninety percent chance it’s him.” You stated.
When the sun finally set, you decided to accompany Dean on the stakeout.
The Impala rested on the other side of the street from Mr. Williams’s home. You watched through the window as he turned on his television, watching a documentary of some sort.
The night air was cold, seeping its way into the car’s interior. You leaned over the seat and grabbed a blanket, draping it around yourself.
You looked over at Dean, his profile illuminated solely by the moonlight.
“Here.” Dean suddenly spoke, his hand reaching to pass you his hot coffee.
“It’s fine.” You smiled, “Thanks, though.”
He shrugged, “You sure?”
When you nodded, he finally took a sip.
You eyes wandered around the small suburban neighborhood. Trees lined the sidewalks, which tucked houses into their own landscapes.
“What?” Dean asked, watching your eyes.
You turned to him, “Imagine living somewhere like this.”
He exhaled and took another sip of his drink, “The bunker has more square footage.” He joked.
You cracked a smile, and nestled yourself deeper into the leather seat.
“Still…” You thought, “A window would be nice.”
Dean’s heart nearly broke at the statement. There were no windows in the bunker, just bricks lining the walls from floor to ceiling.
“Let’s buy a house then.” Dean said. His tone was serious, but you took it as a joke. A laugh bubbled up from your throat. Dean wasn’t one for a picket-fence life, but he’d do it for you. He would do absolutely anything, for you.
“Yeah, we’ll pay a mortgage and everything.” You continued to smile through your sentence.
“If that’s what you want.” Dean stated simply.
You furrowed your brows, slowly realizing he might just be serious. You searched his face for an answer, but a loud crash ripped you from your concentration.
“Call Sam.” Dean tossed you his phone before grabbing his gun.
Sam was right. Williams, in werewolf form, had just broken straight through his large window, and was running towards the woodsy area down the street.
You punched in Sam’s number, asking him to come as backup.
Thirty minutes later, you were deep in the trees foliage, with Sam only a couple yards behind you and Dean.
“Dean.” Sam called forwards.
The eldest Winchester stopped in his tracks, putting out his arm so you would stop as well.
“He’s going to make his way back out to civilization soon enough.” Sam said quietly. “He needs to kill.”
You sighed and looked between both brothers.
“Then, let’s meet him there first.” You suggested. “Beat him to it.”
The three of you walked nearly six blocks before hitting a small city-like town that bordered the one you had just left. Nearly every store was already shut. Light from the streetlamps flooded the streets with a stale yellow that made your stomach churn. You hated hunting at night.
“There.” Dean whispered, motioning with his hand towards a motel.
A large shadow was walking towards the side entrance, you recognized it as the wolf instantly.
“Shit.” You muttered, seeing a woman standing by the same door.
It wasn’t until a large growl sounded that Sam and Dean began sprinting across the street, running as fast as they possibly could.
You caught up quickly, keeping your eyes trained on the innocent woman.
It wasn’t a thought-through move. You hadn’t had to think twice when you saw the wolf pounce forward. Instantly, you dove forward, pushing the woman to the ground.
“Y/N!” Dean shouted.
A heavy weight landed on you. The werewolf’s claws ripped through your arm and your body responded with a blood curdling scream.
Somewhere, you heard the echoes of bullets being fired.
“Dean! Stop!” You heard Sam shout. In a matter of seconds, the wolf was pushed off of your body. Dean had jumped forward and put all of his weight into knocking the monster off. Your head hit the pavement for the second time that night as the wolf’s claws let go.
You fell unconscious while Dean shot at it, killing it with two bullets to the chest.
“What the hell, Dean?!” Sam shouted at his brother. “You could’ve killed yourself like that!”
He ignored his brother, and instead knelt down to your figure. He grabbed his jacket and peeled it off before wrapping it around your bleeding arm.
“Your priority is killing the monster, not yourself!”
“No.” Dean stated, his voice elevating, “Y/N, is my priority!”
Sam’s eyes widened as he stared at his brother.
“Now, help me.” Dean took in a deep breath and began trying to wake you up.
As the blood loss began to slow due to Dean applying pressure, your eyes began to open.
Darkness was the first thing you saw, until the moon came into view. Your back was pressed against the pavement, your head in someone’s hand.
“She’s up.” The voice was muffled. Your initial reaction was to move, to get away from the situation; but, the sudden resurfacing of blinding pain in your arm caused you to groan.
“Come on, Y/N. We gotta go.” Green eyes were staring into your own.
Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader Word count: 302 Warnings: None
that mine?” Parrish smirked as he saw you sitting in the sofa along with your
book. You tilted your head up towards were his voice came from and furrowed
your brows in confusion.
yours?” you asked and closed your book to place it on the table in front of
you. Parrish took a step towards you and leaned forward to were you sat, he
knelt down on the couch and popped the collar of the shirt you were wearing.
I don't know if you're still taking headcannon requests, but if you are, can you do one of Sweet Pea celebrating your birthday? Thank you!
I TRIED MY BEST I HOPE IT’S GOOD ENOUGH:
Waking up up in the morning to a billion texts from toni and fangz on behalf of SP bc they were almost certain he would forget
Getting ready to leave for school and seeing SP leaning against his harley at the end of your driveway with a bouquet of ur favourite flowers and a small teddy bear wearing a leather jacket (with a popped collar, ofc)
‘You didn’t really think i’d forget, did you?’
SP making a comment about the birthday outfit with a smug smile
Getting a ride to school on his harley
SP planting one on you in front of everyone
Definitely got some tongue action
He also probably smacked your ass
Wandering to your locker to get your books for first period - your locker explodes open with balloons and streamers and confetti (getting a text from Sweet pea immediately after this happens with a winky face and it reads ‘it’s hard to sneak into riverdale high after hours jsyk’)
Trying to slam your locker closed before too many people notice
Barely making it through the day, excited to see Sweets waiting for you in the parking lot after school
‘You hungry?’ ‘always’
Going to SP’s for dinner - seeing the trailer decorated with white christmas lights and balloons, with picnic tables set up outside
‘What is this?’ ‘surprise?’
Everyone being invited to the trailer to hang out and celebrate
Small gifts and tokens being given
SP and Tallboy cooking for everyone
Awkwardly blushing when everyone started to sing happy birthday
Sweets coming out with a large box carrying your favourite cake
Which he also made from scratch
he’s so damn proud about it too
Pulling you into his lap when you go to blow out your candles bc he’s over you giving your attention to everyone but him
Pressing kisses to your neck to distract you when you’re trying to talk to your friends
Watching your boyfriends friends clear the immediate area of all garbage and the tables faster than you thought possible; Sweet pea all but drags you inside bc its finally his turn to celebrate your birthday
Giving you one more gift bc he’s tired of you always stealing his shirts (he went out and bought another plaid shirt and wore it for a few days so it ‘smelt like him’)
Sweet Pea getting super intimate and mushy; grabbing your face in his large hands, stroking his thumb across your bottom lip, pulling you into his body to leave no space between you. Hot and heavy open mouthed kisses, wandering hands.
Peeling his shirt off over his head, voice deep and husky as he whispers ‘happy birthday babydoll’
I’m so incredibly grateful for all the love I got on my latest fanfic! You guys liked it and wanted another chapter so I’m back baby! Enjoy it my beautiful love bugs!
Betty tucked a loose strand of honey blonde hair behind her ear, adjusting her cheerleading uniform and throwing her bag over her shoulder as she started on her walk home. She took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh spring to summer air as the sky drizzled, sunshowers were here absolute favorite thing in the world, it was almost as if the universe was saying, even sunshine needs to cry sometimes. Betty brought her fingers up to her face, wincing as she touched a particularly nasty bruise under her eye, the wet mist was washing away her makeup and leaving the evidence of chucks anger visible for all to see.
He had been so angry last night when he found out the jacket was gone, his default was to blame her and as hard as she lied and tried to deny it, he wouldn’t stop hitting her, wouldn’t stop screaming at her, calling her the most disgusting names.
Of course she wanted to leave him, who would want to stay in a relationship like this? When she was younger she had always dreamed of falling in love, finding someone who loved her for all she was, she had written endless pages about it in her diary. Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out that way, Chuck had hunted her down, he had chosen her because she was pretty, because she was easy prey, and she had fallen for it. He spewed lies about the cheerleader and the quarterback, that they were meant to be, the pretty words and secret kisses had only lasted so long before the real Chuck had shown up. So yeah, she wanted to leave him, wanted to run away, but she couldn’t. She was too scared and she was too weak, his threats always echoing in her mind.
“If you leave me, I’ll kill you. Who are you going to run too? Your parents? Please. They’d laugh in your face, tell you you deserved it.” He would spit, and he was right,her parents were fully aware of the way the football player treated their daughter but they did nothing to stop it.
Betty could still remember the first time she had come home with a black eye from Chuck, she woke up the next morning to a tube of concealer and a note from her mother
“Please ice the bruise, you have homecoming next week and it would be unseemly to have a swollen eye in your pictures. Next time, just keep quiet.”
Betty laughed bitterly at the memory
“And don’t forget to pick up your medication Elizabeth.” She mocked, drawing her fingernails into her palms.
“You talking to the voices inside your head?”
Betty whipped around at the teasing voice and felt her heart stop at the sight of Jughead Jones standing casually against a trash can in the middle of the park.
“Jughead! What are you doing here?” She asked, a smile tugging on her lips.
He shrugged, moving closer to her.
“I was in the neighborhood, saw you walking all alone. Don’t you know there’s a turf war going on little lady?” He smirked before his entire face fell at the sight of the swollen bruise on her eye.
“That fucker did this to you?” He asked lowly, his eyes dangerous.
Betty reached a hand to her eye before dropping it, she had given up
“He was angry with me. I should have known he would be, I shouldn’t have even been near him..” she was cut off by Jugheads slender, rough fingers gently stroking the darkening skin.
“It’s not your fault. He’s sick, and he’ll get what’s coming to him. I can promise you that.” He growled, his face a breath away from hers. His eyes were intense as he whispered “how could anyone do this to you? Of all the people in the world, you.” He whispered, his voice sounded foreign even to himself, hoarse and angry.
Betty smiled sadly, dropping her forehead to Jugheads, he was practically a stranger, she definitely didn’t know him well enough to be this close to him, but beside him, his hands on her waist, she felt safer than she had her entire life.
“I’m really not that special.” She whispered.
Jughead pulled away, cupping her chin with his fingers
“That’s where you’re wrong Betty Cooper, you’re the most special person I’ve ever met.” He smiled crookedly as he pulled away, swinging an arm over her shoulder.
Betty laughed at the lazy way he strut through town, she asked about the Serpents, he asked about her uniform, she told him about Veronica and he told her about Keith. When they finally arrived at Betty’s front porch Betty was out of breath from laughing so hard and Jugheads cheeks ached from the constant smiling.
Walking her to her front porch, something shifted in the beautiful blondes eyes
“What’s the matter angel?” He asked concerned, the nickname rolling off his tongue.
“If Chuck sees you… he’ll kill you.. I shouldn’t have put you in this position.. I’m so sorry .. I…” Jughead cut her off as he clutched her hands
“Don’t you worry about me, I’ve got my boys surveying these streets. They seem to have taking quite a liking to you, im not the only one who has Chuck in my sights.” He reassured her.
Betty still looked skeptical but he took comfort in the way her shoulders relaxed slightly. She raised a palm to his cheek and rested it there, her fingers gently stroking the space beside his ear
“Thanks for walking me home. I’ll see you soon?” She asked.
Jughead nodded with a smirk, popping the collar of his leather jacket and raising a brow
“You got it Juliet.”
With one last glance at the dark haired boy Betty closed her front door, leaning her back against it and smiling.
Jughead walked the dark streets of Riverdale, his hand coming up to touch the space that Betty had rested her hand, he smiled.
I’ve been saving these up for a while now, here it goes:
Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down, and I’d like to take a minute just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became a total disaster
John Laurens: What? You think cuz I’m gay I talk about it all the time! I wear rainbow stuff daily! I make sure everyone knows I’m gay! Well I’ll have you know I’m not like that! *looks down and notices he’s wearing a pride shirt* uhhh *zips up jacket*
Lafayette: Tis I! The Frenchiest Fry! The most Parisian Baguette!
Hercules: *crocheting* I do this so I don’t kill people. I could so easily just stick this right into his eye! ….But I won’t, Imma make a scarf instead.
Burr: Here I am, just minding my own business, trying to go about life without wanting to jump off the nearest bridge, then OUT POPS THIS MOTHERFUCKER!
Thomas: It seems that my expertise is not appreciated here. Fine! I’ll just go somewhere else where people think my cooking is good and no one says shit about my coat! *stands up and pops coat collar dramatically* Are you coming or are you staying with these uncultured peasants?
James: Listen, I’m running on Dayquil and three cups of coffee and you want to start shit now?! I got out of bed for this! *Starts a coughing fit* ….I can’t wait to watch you all burn in hell.
Angelica: I’m trying to be a good person. I keep my grades up, I try to help out my friends and family, geez, I put up with you lot for Heaven’s sake. Why can’t I just be rich, famous, and be with a smart, decent guy who likes me!
Eliza: He was the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met! And to think I thought I loved him. We had baby names and god parents picked out…. screw him! Allow me to explain, in song!~ *sings sad breakup songs while making everyone else in the room uncomfortable*
Peggy: Hey, here’s a little reminder for ya, I still exist! You never said any of this important gossip to me, you told my sisters and the rest of the damn WORLD, but not me….whatever, it’s fine. I don’t care anyways.
Maria: I don’t deserve this! I never deserve any of this! I live with an asshole and he makes every day a living hell.
Philip: *showing everyone his injuries* You’re probably wondering how I got these. *Pulls up video from his go pro of him skateboarding down the street. Two pretty girls walk by and he gets distracted trying to flirt with them and show off that he doesn’t notice a parked car. He crashes into it and as the video gets blurry you hear loud cursing and the girls laughing* ….not my finest moment.
Lee: You don’t understand! I’m in crisis mode! I can’t handle this! *Shaves head*
Seabury: You damn well know my senpai is better than yours! My senpai will kick your senpai’s ass! *whispers* then maybe he’ll finally notice me….
Eacker: *talking shit* I’m not talking shit! How dare you say I’m talking shit! Fight me you punk!
Washington: Why don’t I have a say in being the dad friend? I don’t want to be the dad friend! I would never want to be the father of any of you!
King George III: Ew! Don’t touch me you filthy peasants! Don’t even go near me you disgusting swine! I am above you all! I am a King! I demand to be treated as su- *gets tripped by friend* *laying on floor dramatically* why must the world be so cruel….
Man, this turkey sandwich is so good. I’m so glad we came here.
I know, the food is always great here, and it’s great value.
You guys are so positive, it’s great. I know some people that are negative and they can’t see anything good in anything, and people like that just aren’t very pleasant to be around.
you guys, I’m right here…
I said I’m right here. You guys are talking about me like I’m not here and I don’t like what you’re saying about me.
Tim, I don’t think he was talking about you.
How can he not be?! You guys know how much I hate sandwiches and love being negative!
I didn’t know you hated sandwiches…
I’m eating soup, Dick, and it’s like 100 degrees outside!
that makes sense…
I’m not talking about you, Tim.
Sorry guys, I don’t wanna be that guy who’s always so prideful and not willing to back down, and probably pops up his collar…
you guys, I’m right here!
Dick, I didn’t mean you…
I can’t help it that I’m more confident than you guys! Sure, I’m physically built as if Michelangelo chiselled me from stone, but don’t put that on me!
Oh, so you’re a little cocky. There’s nothing wrong with that.
And the truth comes out — you know what? Most of the time I’m just acting confident to hide my insecurities! I don’t wanna be the guy who’s overly sensitive about everything…
*gasps* I’m right here!
do we know you?
you don’t remember me?!
oh, fatgirl! You’re not the type of person we normally forget…
guys, I’m right here!
how long have you been there?!
I drove you all here!
I remember being driven here by a faceless blob…
Yeah, yeah, I know. I was voted most forgettable in my high school. Didn’t end up in the year book, they forgot, but at least I’m not one of those people who steals food from other people’s plates!
*whilst stealing food from Jason’s plate* Duke! Dick’s
Wait! We have to go, the movie starts soon. It looks like we’re gonna have to take main-street, the cops just shut down the freeway because they’re looking for a homicidal maniac.
a/n: I don’t know what this is, I suck at writing smut, why do I even try. But Yuta has been killing me lately (I watch the Cherry Bomb mv 20 times a day at least just for Yuta). I did not proofread this…honestly this probably isn’t that great, but I told Kayla I’d get this up tonight, and we were so excited about this so haha
“Roman… I-” Patton gulped, looking anywhere but at Roman, “I think I have a crush on you.” Roman opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Patton’s stuttering. “A- well actually I like all of you. I like our- the whole, uh, group.” Patton curled in on himself slightly, obviously preparing for some type of anger to come from Roman.
request: anonymous asked:Can you PLEASE do a cute Ben Platt x reader??
warnings: not a thing except some exceptionally poor writing!!!
word count: 1150
You met Ben on a Tuesday in fall, in New York City.
You’d moved there to get away from your family in the
countryside Mississippi and to make it big in showbusiness, and ever since
you’d gotten here, you’d loved it. You loved the buildings, and the parks, and
even the noise. But you’d been living here since early spring, and so far, the
only people your age who had been remotely nice to you had been employees at
establishments who were required to be. You didn’t really have any friends in
the city, but that wasn’t so bad. You had your cat, you had your job at that
stupid ritzy restaurant, waiting tables, and you have your apartment, all to
yourself. It’s just to your tastes, homely and comfortable, and yet, something
felt as though something was missing.
Summary: Your family and the Blossom’s have had a dispute lasting centuries. But when you fall for the daughter, Cheryl, things need to be taken care of.
A/N: These AU’s are so good wtf. Thank you anon :)
Pairing: Cheryl x reader
Warnings: Love is love, murder
The air was warm at midnight, under the lamppost near Pop’s. You stood in a trenchcoat, with the collar popped up, shielding the back of your head. Being part of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale meant people wanted money, and business. As cars rolled by, your shoulders tensed. Then, hands were between your blades, putting pressure on the tight muscles. You turned your head to see Cheryl Blossom in the same attire.
You let out a deep breath and pulled her into a kiss. You two had a forbidden love, being from prestigious families. Your families had been cut throat all your lives, threatening each other. As you two pulled away, you took her hand and walked into the forest, taking off your coats. You two held hands as you reached Sweetwater. The moon shone on the frozen over lake, and it was beautiful. Cheryl put a hand on your back and slowly led you to the ice. She took a shy step on the ice, testing the stability, then fully stepped on.
She turned around to you, holding a hand out. You shook your head, hesitant, before she grabbed your hand and yanked you on. Cheryl started laughing as you two slipped on the ice, hand in hand. As you two got to the other side of the ice, you noticed a light coming from the woods. It turned into two, then three, then multiple lights you couldn’t count. Cheryl turned to you, backing up to the other side of the woods.
You two split up. Weaving, bobbing, dodging trees and patches of ice. Trying to stay clear of the lights. Heavy panting was leaving clouds of fog in trails as you ran. Heavy footsteps followed in heat, and you turned around to face the light.
That night was the last time Cheryl saw you. At school, she stared at your locker longingly. She called your phone hundreds of times. And the worst thing of it all was she couldn’t say anything. With the mutual hatred, if Cheryl even spoke your name, her parents would disown her.
This went on for weeks. Panic attacks struck her every night. She searched the woods high and low. Your parents sent out missing person flyers. Then, one tragic day, Jughead Jones approached Cheryl in the hallway.
“Hey, you need to come with me.”
Before she could make a snappy remark, Jughead held up a hand for her to pause.
“It’s regarding… (Y/N).”
And like that, Cheryl took his hand, looking him in the eye.
“Bring me wherever the hell you need me.”
In the Blue and Gold room, the sad breakfast club sat on couches, an empty cushion in the middle. A laptop was in front of them on a coffee table. They looked up, tear stained faces. Veronica couldn’t even meet her eyes before letting out a choked sob. Cheryl felt her heart sink far down, so far she didn’t know she could feel this new arisen anxiety.
Jughead let his arm point to the seat, and Cheryl ran to it. She flopped down and stared at the blank screen, hands clenched into tight fists on her lap. Archie let out a heavy sigh, and leaned forward, starting the video.
It started off just muffled screams. The light came on abruptly. You were beaten and bloodied in a chair, gagged by cloth and tied to the wooden chair. The door opened to see Cheryl’s dad, holding a gun. He paced the room, tapped the gun in the palm of his hand.
“You know, I never would’ve expected my daughter and you… a (Y/L/N), having a fling. It’s disgusting and it’d ruin my family’s reputation. And you knew it. You loved knowing the fact it’d tear us down. So why? Why stay quiet? Answer me!”
Cheryl’s dad ran forward, ripping the gag from your mouth, and holding the gun to your forehead. You let out rough coughs of pain, and looked him in the eye.
“I am in love with your daughter.”
Her father slowly brought his thumb up to cock the gun, quickly tilting it down and pulling the trigger, shooting your thigh. You screamed loud, rough, and agitatedly. Hot tears fell down your face and her dad ripped the gag from your neck and shoved it back in your mouth.
He turned around, pacing the room and talking to himself. He fumbled with the gun, checked the bullets, then abruptly stopped. He turned on his heel, cocked the gun once more, and brought it between your eyes. With a signature Blossom glare, he pulled the trigger.
Cheryl pushed herself back into the couch, gasping, coughing, crying. Her knuckles were white, and the nails digging into her palm made herself bleed. She let out labored breathing and she could barely hear anyone saying her name. Cheryl shook, slowly lowering her head. Everything was muffled, blurry, incomprehensible. She whispered to herself in a quiet voice.
You sucked in a deep breath as you looked up at the tall building in front of you, “You can do this Y/N”, you gave yourself a pep talk, “Just go”, you lectured yourself as people gave you weird looks, “Now you’re looking like a fool, just take your ass in there and make him feel sorry.” You wiped your clammy hands on your blacks jeans and popped the collar of your leather jacket before slipping into the building.
“Who are you here for”, a receptionist asked.
You adjusted your sunglasses before walking past her, “None of your business.”
“Ma'am! You can’t just do that”, she yelled after you as the elevator opened and you stepped in, pressing the button to the 25th floor, “Stop where you–”
She was cut off by the elevator door closing. You looked down at your nails with boredom as you waited for the elevator to reach it’s destination. Once it did, you suddenly felt your anxiety creeping back.
“Come on Y/N”, you whispered to yourself.
“Who are you here for”, a familiar receptionist asked.
You lowered your sunglasses an inch or two, “How have you been Crystal?”
Her jaw dropped as beads of sweat slid down her face, “Uh-uh….are you here for Calum”, she fumbled with the phone as she picked it up.
“Oh that won’t be necessary”, you sent her a glare (even though you knew she deserved a lot worse for what she did with your husband), “He’s expecting me.”
She gulped, “R-really?”
“Yes, and you should’ve too”, you sent her a devious grin before spinning on your heels and strutting toward Calum’s office, leaning against the door frame.
“I knew it”, he didn’t look up from the keyboard he was typing on, only painted his signature smirk on his face, “Missed ya babe.”
“Likewise”, you tried not to let your confidence shrivel in front of him, “But do you wanna know what I didn’t miss”, you closed the door behind you as you leaned on the wall behind his seat.
“Hm”, he responded with a slight crack in his voice, you were winning. He knew you knew you were winning and it was making you feel golden.
“When you do things behind my back”, you responded, trying not to get emotional.
“What kind of things, if you’re being specific”, he noticed my sudden change in emotion, using it to his advantage instead of feeling guilty for his sinful actions.
“Like messing around with that receptionist”, you bit on the inside of your cheek, “I don’t need you in my life Calum”, you stated, making him tense, “Just let me know that you don’t want to be with me, instead of wasting MY time”, you crossed your arms in wrath, “Because you aren’t worth my time or love if that’s the–”
“Shut the hell up”, Calum stood up, pinning you against the wall, “You know it’s not like that.”
You let out a dry laugh as a single tear fell down your face at all of the emotions that were rushing forward, “Then what’s it like? So you get to cheat on me AND make me the bad guy for being mad? You must be out of your fucking mind”, you sniffled.
“Don’t cry baby”, he seemed to lose a bit of his confidence, while you were being fueled off of it. He tried to raise his hand to wipe your tear.
“Don’t touch me”, you loosened out of his grip, “I just came by to give you this”, you tossed him the familiar object.
He caught it without missing a beat, his face falling at what was no in his hand, “Please Y/N”, a tear fell down his face, “It doesn’t have to be like this. What are you gonna tell the kids?”
You let out a hearty chuckle, “Me? No, you have 24 hours to tell them the truth or I tell them everything–”
“No”, Calum shook his head.
“Don’t test me Hood, because I mean EVERYTHING”, you threatened.
He looked down at his feet, “I love you, and you knew it didn’t have to be this way.”
“Nope”, you popped the ‘p’, “You knew that I knew and yet you continued, it 100% had to happen this way.” You turned on your heels and strutted out of the room, him following close behind.
“Mrs. Hood, with all do respect–”, Crystal began.
“My parents were always right, give your used toys to the less fortunate. Enjoy”, you stepped in the elevator and waved at both her and Calum as tears streamed down his face, “Good day Crystal, good life Calum”, you winked at him as the door closed.