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Archie Andrews - I believe you

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1308

Request: by @deepestdreamlandinternet 

May I request an Archie Andrews imagine we’re you both dislike each other for some reason but kiss or something like with Veronica and him the closet????

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy it. This imagine corresponds more to the first part of your request but I do think I might make another one inspired by him and Veronica in the closet.

Originally posted by archiiandrews

First day of school and already I managed to bump into him. Him and I were… complicated. He was the classic jock type, well build, especially after this summer, star football player and music prodigy. And even though every girl drooled over him I did not feel that way for the least bit. Back in the day maybe, just maybe I might have considered looking at him that way. What really made me mad was that a few years ago I called him a friend. Since my parents were close with his, I spend practically my whole childhood around him, he was the closest thing I had to a brother and as we grew I guess my feelings started shifting. But then as we were about to enter the high school world he got offered a seat at the popular table. He tried to fit me in his new lifestyle but I guess it just wasn’t my scene so we started seeing each other less and less. But there was this one night, everything was going south in my life at that point and I really needed him to be there just this once for me, to have a shoulder to cry on… I guess I was out of luck since I waited and waited in front of Pop’s dinner for him to show, until I got tired of waiting and returned home to the comfort of my bed. It was that night that my hatred for Archie Andrews officially embedded itself in my heart.

So today, almost 3 years after Archie had ditched me at that diner I was doing great. I skipped town for the past two years and went to live with my dad in Cali but I decided I was finally ready to come back and face my past in Riverdale. What I hadn’t expected was to be facing it so soon. Just as I was walking down the hall towards my new assigned locker I heard a group of loud boys coming round the corner, I hadn’t even bothered looking up to see who it was until one of them bumped into me while they were talking about an upcoming game. I was just about to let out a snarky comment but he spoke first “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” When I heard the voice my face instantly drained of colour. Fortunately, I was still looking down trying to pick up my scattered books so he couldn’t actually see my face. I quickly glanced at him grabbing my last book right from his hands and walked as fast as you could to get away from him. I wasn’t really sure if he had recognised me. To be fair he wasn’t the only one who had experienced and sudden ‘glow up’. During my time away I managed to work a little on myself and my feminine assets had finally appeared. Plus I had gotten glasses that just made me look smart in the hottest way possible.

Thank God this day is over. I thought waking towards my locker, earphones in my ears after the end of my last lesson. The day wasn’t really that bad, I’ve already managed to get a couple of friends around here but seeing Archie this morning threw me off and I was just eager to go home. “I knew it” I heard over your music. I looked around and there he was, leaning against the lockers staring me down. “What do you want Archie?” I asked annoyed. “I knew it was you. I could recognise you anywhere.” he stated proud of himself. “Well, congratulations, that’s amazing that you managed to recognise the girl who used to be your best friend. Allow me to get you a trophy to add to your already big collection of hurting Y/N 101.”I spat out sarcastically. “Hey, why are you mad at me? You were the one who left town without even saying goodbye. What was I supposed to think?” he asked suddenly hurt. “Oh that’s rich coming from you…” I muttered angrily walking away as I felt the tears rolling down. Get yourself together. He doesn’t deserve your tears.

Few days later

I was walking home from the gym listening to my favourite playlist. Things had gotten back to normal, relatively speaking. I was doing good at Riverdale’s high, I had made real friendships and Archie hadn’t talked to me since that first day. I finally turned to my street and saw my house, and someone sitting on my porch. At first I didn’t recognise the man, but as I came closer I realised it was a desperate looking Archie. “I thought I made it pretty clear that I didn’t want anything to do with you Archie.” I sated firmly. “Y/N, I really don’t know what happened between us… I just… I wish I knew so I could fix it” He responded weakly. “There’s nothing to be fixed.” I was trying my hardest not to break. “You really hurt me when you left, d’you know that?” he said regaining confidence. “Good.” I simply said. “I can’t believe you! You come back after 3 years of no letters, no emails, no nothing and when I confront you about it all you have to say is ‘good’?!” he stared getting mad. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get into my home now.” I tried going around him to get inside but in vain. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere until you explain what the hell is wrong with you?” this let your bottled up rage free. “Excuse me?! What is wrong with me?!” I shot back pointing a finger to my chest to emphasise my point. He stared at me confused. “Oh you really don’t know do you?” I asked a little shocked. “Know what?” “Gosh Archie, are you really so full of yourself that you hadn’t even noticed that I desperately needed you?! You were my best friend! I was counting on you! You were supposed to be there the one damn time I needed you. Damn it Archie I freaking loved you I looked up to you! You made me feels things no one ever has and I was always there when you called! But the one time, the one time I was in a bad place and needed you, you left me standing there, in the rain for 5 hours waiting for my alleged best friend to show up. So yes I think I earned the right to be pissed don’t you?!” I was out of breath after that confession. We just stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity and then suddenly he grabbed my face in his hands and his lips came crashing onto mine. No one had ever kissed me like that, so passionately yet so sweetly. I was backed against the door forcefully, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. 

Originally posted by lovershub

I couldn’t tell you the thousands things that raced through my mind during those few seconds but all I know is they all ended with him and me kissing on my porch. “I’m so incredibly sorry for what I’ve put you through Y/N… I had no idea… I got really drunk that night and when I finally came to my senses the first thing I did was looking for you, I went to your house but your mum had told you had left town for good. I love you, so much it hurts and when I thought I’d lost you I… well let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.” I just stared deeply in his eyes, unable to utter a single word, I kept searching for something to tell me was lying, that he didn’t deserve that second chance you were so compelled to give him but yet the only thing you managed to get out was “ I believe you”  before joining your lips again.

Sweet Dreams

My first Killing Stalking fic. Read it on AO3! Please enjoy everyone ^^ Warnings aren’t needed right? Ya’ll know how fucked the main story is lol. 


He woke with a jolt, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. He was panting.

“Bum?”

His eyes widened in panic, before crinkling in confusion, and then relaxing in realization, when he felt the softness of the bedsheets between his fingers. He let out a long sigh, before snuggling into Sangwoo, stealing his warmth.

“I had a weird dream.”

Sangwoo pulled him closer, the silent strength of his arms familiar and comforting. “Dream?”

Bum nodded, closing his eyes with childlike innocence when Sangwoo began to run his fingers through his hair. “Tell me.”

Sangwoo’s voice was rugged in the morning. Heavy and slightly slurred, as if he had been drinking just before. Bum loved it.

“It was…you were a murderer. You tried to kill me.”

“Mm?”

Bum squeezed him, nodding, “You tied a rope around my neck and hung me from the ceiling.”

Sangwoo began to laugh. Bum looked at him.

“If you weren’t so kinky you wouldn’t have such weird dreams.”

Bum coughed, blood rushing in his veins from the way Sangwoo’s hand had suddenly tightened around his neck, a sadistic smile spreading his lips. “Don’t you think?”

“That was…” Bum trembled, the sudden rush waking him up in the best way possible, “Only one time…”

“It was a few more than that, wasn’t it?” Sangwoo grinned, lowering his lips to meet Bum’s, teeth hitting teeth because neither one of them had stopped smiling.

“My precious little Bum,” Sangwoo stroked his cheek sweetly, eyeing him with all the care in the world, “Only sweet dreams for you, ok?”

Bum nodded, his eyes still closed, snuggling deeper into Sangwoo’s neck. He smelled good.

“Hungry?”

Bum nodded.

“I’ll start on breakfast—“

He quickly shook his head, holding on tightly to his lover. ”It’s my turn to—“

Sangwoo kissed him sweetly, provocatively, leaving a trail of spoils down Bum’s neck. "You had a bad dream. You deserve breakfast in bed.”

Bum tugged at the edge of Sangwoo’s shirt, “But I want to eat at the table with you.”

“Hm?” Sangwoo cocked his head, smiling with all his teeth, “Wanna help me, then?”

Bum nodded, tossing the cover’s over, wriggling to get out from the massive pile of bedsheets. But Sangwoo was too quick for him, meeting him on the other side of the bed, already hooking his arms beneath the back of Bum’s knees.

“Sangwoo!”

“No walking, remember? The doctor said—”

“He said it was fine. I’m almost healed—”

Sangwoo silenced him with a kiss, telling him to wrap his arms around his neck or else he might drop him, play-pretending to do just that.

“Sangwoo, I can walk—”

“If you weren’t so clumsy in the first place you wouldn’t have twisted your ankles, would you?”

Bum blushed, no longer fidgeting as Sangwoo carried him into the kitchen. “Well…I…”

Sangwoo chuckled again; a deep, resonating sound that Bum enjoyed greatly, reveling in the vibration of his lover’s chest against his ear. He was placed delicately into a chair, which was promptly pulled up against the counter. There was a scraping of metal, when Sangwoo dug in the drawer, and pulled out a knife.

“I just sharpened it,” he smiled, handing it over, “It was getting dull.”

Bum nodded, smiling back, reaching for the bell peppers— green, not red, because Sangwoo only liked the green ones in his morning omelette.

“You’re getting better at cutting. Even with the meat yesterday, the cubes in the stew were all even.”

Bum laughed, holding the knife in midair. Sangwoo was always so particular about these things. “Cutting is about the only thing I’m good at.”

Sangwoo kissed his cheek. “I know.”

He continued to cut, while Sangwoo cracked the eggs, which he seemed to always enjoy greatly, smiling and humming along to the same song as always. No matter how many times it seemed to play, Sangwoo never once got tired of it. Bum didn’t particularly mind, so long as it meant Sangwoo would continue to smile.

“Sweet dreams are made of this…”

Bum continued to chop, somewhat mindlessly, his thoughts drifting back to his dream. It felt silly now, of course. But it had all felt so real…so strangely and disturbingly real. But the Sangwoo he knew was kind, and nothing like the one he’d come across in his dream. That one had been crazy, with a terrifying sort of calmness that set his nerves on edge, so Bum thought it best to just forget about it. But…he couldn’t, he wasn’t sure why, because the dream had felt…as if maybe, rather than a dream, he were recalling a sort of memory

“Bum!”

Bum nearly jumped out of his skin, the knife clashing on the floor when it slipped from his hands. “I’m so sorry!” He spat out immediately, feeling his pulse spike.

Sangwoo laughed. “Careful, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” he picked up the knife for him, placing a kiss on his cheek, “You’ve cut enough bell pepper for the entire week,” he cackled some more, “How out of it are you?”

“Sorry I…” Bum swallowed, trying to shake away the unpleasant feeling from his stomach.

Sangwoo flicked his forehead. “Stu-pid~”

Bum looked up, his heart twisting, “Huh?”

“No more choke play. Daddy’s orders.”

Bum swallowed again, feeling somewhat relieved, someone stupid for even considering that the dream…

He’d probably lost too much sleep.

The rest of the day followed just like any other, the two of them eating breakfast together at the table, Bum washing the dishes and handing them off for Sangwoo to dry, Bum letting his lover carry him around the house when they were all done, Sangwoo finally dropping him off on the couch once he’d had his fun.

“You’re so small,” he nuzzled into Bum’s neck, “So adorable.”

Bum pushed him off kindly, reminding him they still had to get things done today, despite it being a weekend. “I think were were still a few bills we had to sort out.”

Sangwoo nodded, rubbing the edge of his chin seriously, “You’re better with numbers. I still have some things to take care of for work Monday.”

Bum nodded understandingly. “I can start on lunch, after the bills.”

Sangwoo kissed his cheek, “Careful with the stove.”

Bum blushed. “I will. I-I’ll call you. When it’s ready.”

Sangwoo smiled to himself, “That’s fine, but,” He leaned in close, to the point where it was almost frightening, “Don’t cross the line.” His face was dark; cold, the way Bum remembered it being in his—

“Or else, what am I gonna do if you fall down the stairs again?” His regular smile returned, reaching over to squeeze Bum’s cheeks the way he always did. “Cutie.”

He pulled away, and began whistling again, heading towards the top of the stairs that led to his office in the basement.

Bum swallowed awkwardly, feeling his heart race for no reason in particular. “Sangwoo?” He leaned forward, pressing his feet against the ground, before pulling back, remembering Sangwoo didn’t want him walking yet.

“Hm?”

He smiled weakly, forgetting what he planned to say in the first place. “Don’t work too hard.”

Sangwoo smiled again, chuckling softly to himself. “I won’t.” He said, before clicking his tongue, and then singing happily, trotting down the stairs. “Some of them want to be abused…”


Bum kept himself busy, the way he was used to doing; a bit of cleaning here, some mild accounting there, before he decided to start on lunch. Sangwoo would probably appreciate some fish, he was sure.

And he would have continued, just as he was, until he heard the music. And for some reason, it was a song that sent chills down his spine.

He was just going to tell Sangwoo to change it. To please go back to his regular one about the dreams. Because something about this one was haunting. Maybe it was the woman’s voice, maybe it was the lyrics, maybe it was because, in his dream, this had been the exact—

Singing my life with his words…

He would just go down to the basement and tell him to turn it off. That would be fine. Sangwoo wasn’t the kind to snap over something like that.

Even still, he made sure to open the door quietly, careful with each step as he climbed down the stairs. But that was only because Sangwoo hated interruptions when he was—

Bum froze on the last step, coming face to face with blank eyes that stared up at him pleadingly.

It was a woman. A woman who…

A dead…

He nearly threw up, wondering if he’d gotten stuck in some sort of hallucination, nearly falling off the last step, screeching and clutching at the railing.

“Bum,” Sangwoo pouted, speaking calmly through the screams as he wiped the knife against the pocket of his apron, “This is why I didn’t want you down here, sweetheart.”

“Y-You–y-you’re…”

“You always have bad dreams when you’re in the basement.”

“W-What is—what’re you—get away from me!”

Sangwoo clicked his tongue. “And then you start saying things like that. Bum—”

“NO!” He tried to make a run for it, stumbling up the stairs, but Sangwoo grabbed him from behind, covering his eyes with one hand and pulling him to his chest with the other.

“Shhh…calm down. I’ll get you your medicine.”

“I don’t want it! Get away from me!”

“Shhh…” Sangwoo kissed his cheeks, his lips cold against Bum’s skin, “You’ll sleep safe and sound. Don’t worry.”

The tears fell, Bum not strong enough to get Sangwoo to let go, no matter how much he kicked or squirmed.

“How could you—an innocent woman—”

“Innocent?!” Sangwoo nearly sounded offended, squeezing Bum’s stomach as he carried him up the stairs, keeping a firm hand over his eyes, “Don’t you recognize her? The one who tripped you— she was so hard to find—“ he growled in slight frustration, Bum feeling his heart clench at the sound, “It was so much work and you don’t even appre—“ Sangwoo chuckled coldly, before sighing in reprimand, “You’re so selfish, Bum…”

Bum felt him kiss the top of his head, before he was laid down against what he assumed was their bed. Sangwoo’s hand shook over Bum’s eyes. “No opening, ok?”

“Sangwoo—”

“Shhh, it’s ok. Sweet dreams, just like I promised.”

Something pushed past his teeth, Bum becoming dizzy almost instantly, the only real thing left the sound of Sangwoo’s voice, and that song that never seemed to stop playing…

Who am I to disagree?…

Take Care Of You

Title: Take Care of You

Characters: Gabriel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Relationship: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: Angst, language, graphic depictions of violence, blood, character death

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: This is my entry for @nichelle-my-belle’s Angst Challenge. I got prompt #22. This is also my first entry for my Angels of Supernatural Challenge, The song I’m using is House of Memories by Panic! At the Disco. I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback is awesome!

P.S. the way this is set up is a little odd, but the Italics are flashbacks (sort of), and the prompt is in bold.

A very special thank you to @lucifer-in-leather for the beta!! I love you!! You’re awesome!!

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You looked around, startled by the sudden change in scenery. You could swear that thirty seconds ago you were on a hunt with Sam and Dean, but now you were in a blanket fort. You remembered suddenly that you had built this blanket fort when you were nine of ten years old. It had taken hours and covered almost the entire living room at your best friend’s house. It had been twenty years or so since you’d seen Melissa, and yet here she was. Her nine year old self, anyway. She was laying on her stomach, coloring a page from a princess coloring book like this was all normal. What the hell was going on? You watched as she colored the princess, who was laying in a bed in a dress that was halfway colored red.

Red.

Blood.

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Sing

A/N: Now I wanna do this with him too :( And yes, the song I mentioned in this story (not the Fleetwood Mac one) is one of the songs that I myself enjoy singing along to!

Character: Niall

Warning(s): None

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Nothing Else Matters

Bucky x reader

Prompt: You meet Bucky on New Years Eve, fun ensues. 

Warnings: There’s a cuss word so sorry if you don’t like that. Also kisses xx

Originally posted by mybuchanan

It was your first New Years Eve alone. You were attending a local university in New York that was hundreds of miles from your family. You tried to go down to them, but in the back of your mind you wanted to be alone. 

You used this day as a means to explore. As far as you were concerned, the city was yours and you were going to enjoy it. 

A club, that was your destination. It wasn’t that big of a club but it was still crowded. You waited in line for about 10 minutes, chatting with the others while you waited to show your I.D. 

Once you got in you ordered a shot of fireball and decided to dance on the dancefloor alone. At first it seemed a bit awkward but with every swing of your hips and every joke you said, you became more confident. 

It wasn’t until an hour later that you spotted him. He sat at a booth with a couple other people but watched you carefully. He sipped his drink, both hands clad in gloves. 

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