The Fourth Musketeer (Part 5)

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Hi! is part five of the four musketeers coming out soon? it’s really amazing!

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: A few days of an agonizing wait and the court case’s outcome.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,309

A/N: wowowow that was a long wait, sorry guys!  here’s the final part, enjoy!

On a quaint Thursday night, the Andrews sat in their dining room, enjoying the pepperoni pizza they ordered.  Their quiet dinner was disturbed by a soft knock on the door.  Fred Andrews was the first to stand, so he opened the door to reveal a disheveled eight year old.

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, opening the door wider.  She looked up at him with sad, wide eyes.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Andrews,” she apologized, “but my parents are yelling a lot again, and you said that if it ever got a bit too much-”

“That you are welcome here,” Fred finished, a comforting smile on his face.  “Of course you can come in, (Y/N).  Hell, stay the night if you need to.”

“Thank you, Mr. Andrews,” (Y/N) whispered her gratitude as she stepped inside.  She wasn’t acting shy because she was uncomfortable around Archie’s parents; it was because she thought she was intruding.

“Archie, look who’s joining us for dinner!” Fred called out.  Immediately, a loud thump echoed through the Andrews household as Archie leapt off his chair.  He sprinted towards the doorway, where he knew (Y/N) was standing.

“(Y/N)!” Archie exclaimed, excitedly jumping.  All of (Y/N)’s tentativeness suddenly vanished as she laid eyes on her best friend. “You’re just in time!  The pizza is still warm!”

“Pepperoni?”

“Of course!”  The two children feverishly ran into the kitchen.  Mrs. Andrews warmly welcomed (Y/N) and assisted her in grabbing two slices of pizza.  When both Archie and (Y/N) were occupied in conversation, Mary stepped out into the hallway with Fred.

“Not that I don’t love that girl,” she whispered to her husband, “but she’s here a lot.  Too much, considering the circumstances.”

“I know, I know,” Fred sighed, pressing his fingers against his temple.  “But we can’t do anything.  You know we can’t talk to her parents, that’ll make it worse.”

“But maybe if they just got some counseling-”

“Have you met her parents?” he interrupted her.  “They’re both too headstrong to ever listen to each other, even with a licensed therapist present.  The only thing we can do is help (Y/N) wait out the storm.  Hopefully it’ll be over soon.”

“It feels like this has been going on for my whole life,” (Y/N) explained to Kevin as she stabbed at her salad.  “I mean, my parents have been fighting for as long as I can remember.  Honestly, I’m surprised it took them this long to file for a divorce.”  Kevin shifted in his chair.

“This is so dramatic,” he commented, slightly leaning forward in interest.  “I know Jughead has already written a novel about yours and Archie’s tragic romance, but he seriously needs to write a sequel.”   (Y/N) laughed and shook her head.  

“Well everything’s at a standstill right now,” she shrugged.  “All we can do is wait.”

“For the court case to be over?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded. “I gave my statement, so now my mom and dad battle it out in court to decide who gets custody.”

“Basically, they’re deciding where you’re gonna live and how your life is gonna pan out,” Kevin paraphrased. (Y/N) nodded glumly.

“Exactly.”

“And you can’t do anything else?” Kevin asked.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“No,” she answered.  “Like I said before, we just have to ride out the storm and hope for the best.”

“And what happens if your dad wins?”

“I go back to New York. I live there until I’m eighteen and then I’ll go to whatever college I get into,” she sighed.  

“What about Archie?” he questioned.  She pursed her lips.

“There’s nothing I can do about him.”

“But will you guys still be a thing?” Kevin inquired.  “Will you keep in touch this time?  Oh god please don’t let this die out again, you have no idea how much I need you two to be endgame.”

“We’ll see, Kevin,” (Y/N) giggled.  “I want to keep in touch.  Hell, I tried last time.  If I move back to New York, it’s up to Archie to keep in touch with me.”

“So how’s it going with (Y/N)?” Jughead asked Archie one night at dinner.  Archie glanced up from his plate, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“The court case,” Jughead elaborated.  “Do you know what’s going on?”

“I only know what (Y/N) knows,” Archie answered.  “She gave her statement a few days ago, so now her parents have to go into the courthouse in two days-”

“And that’s when (Y/N)’s fate will be decided,” Jughead dramatically finished.  Archie nodded and returned to his food.

“Yup, that pretty much sums it up.”

“But even if (Y/N) does have to move back to New York, you’re still gonna keep in touch with her, right?” Jughead questioned.  When Archie didn’t respond, Jughead dropped his fork as he stared disbelievingly at his friend.  “You’re gonna cut her off again?”

“I’m not going to cut her off, Jug,” Archie fired back.  “I know I screwed up last time, and I’m not planning on doing that again.  I just… I don’t want to think about that right now. I’d rather just ignorantly believe that (Y/N) will stay in Riverdale.”

“Archie,” Jughead placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, “you can’t put yourself through denial again.  It’s not good for you.”

“But it’s so much easier, Jug,” Archie sighed.  

“It may be easier now,” he warned, “but the consequences are more severe, Arch.  Think about when you acted like (Y/N) didn’t exist after she left. It may have been easier for you while she was gone, but when she came back, she was furious.  Imagine the kind of relationship the two of you could’ve had by now if you hadn’t been in denial for so long.”  Archie sighed at this, knowing that Jughead was right.  “You can postpone the pain, Archie, but you can’t prevent it.”

Two nights later, (Y/N) was staying over at the Andrews’s house.  Her parents were still at the courthouse.  She and Archie hovered over her phone all evening, awaiting the phone call that would announce who she had to live with.  The phone call that determined her fate.  

At around midnight, they gave up on waiting.  Archie and (Y/N) retired to Archie’s bedroom, where they curled up in the bed together. (Y/N) set her phone down on the nightstand, but she refused to take her eyes off of it.

“Go to sleep,” Archie mumbled, wrapping an arm around her waist.  (Y/N) shifted so that her back was pressed against his.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “What if they call and I’m asleep?”

“You turned your ringer volume all the way up, (Y/N),” he reminded her.  “If you’re asleep when they call, it’ll wake you up.”  (Y/N) sighed but didn’t respond.  Archie noticed her breathing began to slow down, so he figured she was falling asleep.  He, too, was beginning to drift off until a shrill ringing disturbed their sleepy silence.

“The phone!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up.  She, tangled in the bedsheets, rolled over towards the nightstand and quickly snatched her phone.  She pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear.  Archie tried to listen to the other line, but he couldn’t hear it.

“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, nodding.  There was another break of silence as the person on the other line talked.  “And that’s the outcome?  It can’t be reversed?”  Another pause.  “Alright, thank you.”  She hung up the phone and slowly set it down.  Archie turned on the lamp as he stared at (Y/N).

“So?” he inquired.  “What happened?”  

“I’m staying,” (Y/N) muttered quietly, still in shock over the outcome.

“You’re staying?” Archie excitedly repeated.  “For good?”

“Yeah,” she grinned.  He tugged her into a tight hug.  “I’m staying in Riverdale, Arch!  I won’t leave you ever again.”  He slowly pulled out of the embrace and smiled at her.

“Good,” he replied, and he crashed his lips against hers.

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Night In (archie/reader)

requested by anons reader and archie are studying and end up making out which leads to more then a bunch of fluff at the end 

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Letterman

A/N: I fought through some wicked writer’s block for this (apologies in advance for if it’s not great) so I hope I can get properly back on track now I’ve forced myself out of my rut 

Request: Archie x River vixen!reader where they make out in Freds truck and he catches them.

Word Count: 1,682

Warnings:There’s some heavy duty smooching involved.

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Sit On My Face - Archie Andrews

A/N: Hello! It’s Lex again. Uploading two times in one month (If I’m not wrong - and I might be) so this imagine was written with the help of my dream on monday and bitch Grundy… and connected with few requests “reader!archie friends with benefits” “reader riding his face..” “reader has feeling for him.. but he’s in love with someone else”  “angry sex with a reader” You welcome! :’))  ABOUT: This smut is about reader and Archie when they in friends with benefits relationship, They kinda pretend to be with one another but Archie prefer Grundy and the reader (what a great friend she is.. right?) just found out from Jughead.  WARNINGS: It’s not edited - english is not my first language!  TAGLIST:  @katshrev   @cinnamonandpapercuts  @sunshine51879   @isntskatesatan  @dempsey-mantle    @jellybeanjoncs   @sweetvengeancee   @soninetynine @arkhamasylumpatient-blog1    @little-weirdo-13   @lustfulskam   @amyyleblanc1999    @killjoyloki   @annoyingsibling @voidobsession   @archie-puppydogeyes-andrews @krazyk99 @kamriiiii @treasurebey @baasooreexiiaa  @lookingforgranger @dreaming-of-the-lost  

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“Archie? We need to talk so I’m coming in.”  I pushed the door open and went in. He was lying on his bed, earphones stuck in his ears and eyes closed. The mystery of his silence was solved. I stood there for a moment, admiring his large body spread out on the bed. I was mad at him but my body still wanted him.  I approached the bed, clearing my throat before I remembered he couldn’t hear me.  “A–” “Babe,” he cut in, eyes still closed, “you still pissed?” 

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- you’re cute when you’re sleepy

a/n : i’m back for the third day in a row!! i once again felt like writing so have some archie andrews drabble. i really enjoyed writing this and have tried to make it as fluffy as possible. thank you for all the support so far, i honesty love writing and it makes me so happy to see people enjoying them! anyway note over, enjoy the cute fluffy archie andrews drabble because he’s an adorable bean who needs to be protected :’-)

word count : 889

{archie andrews x reader}

You slung your bag onto the kitchen table as you returned home from your shift at Riverdale book shop. It was a small job that you had after school for a few hours to earn some extra cash but you enjoyed it. Barely anyone came in from school so most of the customers were of the older generation and appreciated the art of literature. The only person who came in from school, with the exception of Archie Andrews visiting his beloved girlfriend, was Jughead Jones. You and Jughead were friends. You always smiled at him whenever you caught each other around school and he would always make an effort to talk to you when you were both in the shop.

“I’m back mom!” you called only to be met with silence. You walked over to the fridge, a pale pink sticky note catching your eye. ‘Emergency business trip, be back tomorrow! love you xox.’  “Typical” you huffed, crumpling up the note and putting it in the bin. Your mother seemed to be constantly swarmed with her work so this sudden trip wasn’t much of a surprise to you. You grabbed a water from the fridge and headed upstairs with your bag, throwing it on the floor and jumping onto your bed. You picked up your phone and started to scroll through your twitter feed when a text popped up.

archiekins : come over

 y/n : but i’m tiredddddd :(

archiekins : it’s literally down the street 

y/n : get your lazy ass up and walk it yourself then :’-)

You let out a giggle at your sass. A few seconds later you heard a knock at the door. You quickly plugged your phone and ran downstairs to answer the door. You pulled it open to reveal your boyfriend, a cheeky smile on his lips. You stepped out the way to let him in and shut the door behind him. “Hey-“ you started before you were engulfed in his arms. You didn’t hesitate to return, stretching on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. You stood there for a few seconds before pulling away and pecking his lips quickly. “What was that for?” you smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks. 

“Can i not hug my girlfriend?” He asked cheekily, his head tipping to the side slightly like a confused puppy but that what Archie Andrews was; a literal puppy. You hit his chest lightly as your lips stretched into a toothy grin.

 “Hey, I’m not complaining,” you retorted, holding your hands up in defence and earning a chuckle from Archie. You smiled again, taking in your boyfriend’s features. “Come on let’s go upstairs” you smiled, grabbing his hand and making your way up the stairs. You reached your room and went to get your laptop to set up netflix. “So what shall we watch tonight?” You said aimlessly as you entered your password and hitting enter. When Archie didn’t answer you turned around swiftly. “Arch?” You questioned, startling him from a trance he appeared to be in. You met his dark eyes, sending him a confused look.

 “Can we just cuddle?” he pouted, holding his arms out. You felt your heart clench at how adorable he was; you nearly cooed out loud. You gave him a warm smile and walked over to the bed, flopping next to him on the bed. You both settled yourselves on your cream sheets, his head resting on your stomach as you ran your hands lightly through his red hair. A content smile crept onto your face as you stared down at your boyfriend who was staring back up at you with a sleepy gaze. He’d been throwing himself into school lately with his music, football, even his actual schoolwork; so you wasn’t surprised to see him so tired. He need a break. You continued to run your hand through his hair, noticing that it relaxed him. He held your stare for a few more seconds before readjusting his hand on your stomach and closing his eyes. He never failed to make you show how smitten you were over him. Another loving smile was adorned on your face. You tried your hardest to suppress a giggle at how much your boyfriend was currently resembling a puppy. You tried to hide it with a grin but it didn’t work, as you were once again met with his gaze, his drowsiness evident in his dark orbs.

 “What?” he mumbled, an embarrassed smile on his lips and a faint blush on his cheeks.You felt a rosy blush blossom onto your cheeks as you shook your head slightly. You placed your hand lightly on your cheek before running your hand through his hair once again; unmindfully realising that it was relaxing you as much as him. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy” you whispered lovingly. The flush on his cheeks deepened to a fiery crimson and he turned bashful. You took his hand, kissing it softly, and intertwining it with yours. “Go to sleep baby,” you whispered again. He smiled back at you, pulling your hands closer to his chest and cradling them like a teddy bear. You watched him as he drifted into a peaceful slumber and you soon followed; the pair of you falling asleep in the arms of your love.

Archie Andrews Imagine

“I Hate Parties”

Summary: Betty and Veronica were always dragging you out to parties, the only thing that makes this one any better is the arrival of the one and only Archie Andrews.

Word count: 3030

a/n: It’s way longer than I thought it was gonna be but what the heck. Sorry if it sucks but I suck so it’s appropriate.

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Parties had never really been your thing. Like you liked going out sometimes, and every once in a while you would be in the mood to dance, but after a while it just felt boring. Every time you got ready on Friday nights with Betty and Veronica you would be excited; ‘This time will be different,’ you’d think to yourself. But time after time it would end up the same way with the same house of people dancing to the same music and playing the same game of beer pong. Tonight was no exception.

“Can we leave yet?” you yelled over the booming bass to B and V, trailing behind them.

Veronica turned her head to answer you, “Okay, we literally, and I mean literally, just walked in. You haven’t even had time to get bored yet!” She pushed through the crowd and led the trio to the bar in the corner of the room. “So,” she turned to you and Betty with 3 shot glasses, “shots anyone?”

You rolled your eyes and looked to Betty for a go/no-go. “I’m convinced that you have some sort of radar or sonar or something when it comes to finding alcohol” Betty joked back.

“It’s residual from my days in New York,” she said handing each of you a shot glass. “Gentlemen, to our wives and girlfriends,” she started the usual toast looking at the two of you expectantly. You turned you Betty and completed it simultaneously laughing, “May they never meet” and downed the shot, feeling the vodka burn all the way down your throat. You weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, yet another reason parties weren’t your favorite place, but being drunk was fun sometimes. Since it was the getting drunk that was the annoying part, you generally stuck to vodka. You preferred its nail polish remover taste that could get the job done faster to the slow-working, carbonated urine formally known as beer.

Just then, the music changed to “Cake by the Ocean” by DNCE, a song that was notoriously Betty’s jam. Her eyes widened and she jumped up in down in excitement. “We have to dance!” she squealed pulling your and Veronica’s wrists toward the dance floor.

“I think I’m gonna sit this one out guys,” you explained trying to get out of this inevitable public display of embarrassment.

“What, you don’t dance Chad Danforth?” Veronica teased in a very Veronica-esque way. Betty chimed in, “Because we all know how that ends, Chad dances with Ryan like the whole time”.

“It’s not that I’m too good to dance, it’s just I’m not drunk yet enough to dance”

That must have been an acceptable answer because Betty simply pointed at you and began to back away with Veronica in tow with a “Hey batter batter, hey batter batter, swang,” to which you yelled back over the growing crowd with your hands cupped around your mouth, “I’ve got to just do my thang!”

B and V faded behind an ocean of people and you were alone. Just you and the vodka. Speaking of the vodka…

You turned to the bar and poured yourself another shot and stuck your tongue out at the offensive taste. You poured some coke into a red solo cup and started to walk away then thought better. You turned around and poured some more vodka in with the coke. What? It was gonna be a long night.

You made your way through the room, deliberately avoiding the table with the jungle juice and found a dimly lit corner to lean in.

I wonder where Archie is right now? It’s not like he normally hangs out with us at parties anyway. Since they always happen after football games he usually hangs out with the rest of the team, but you were curious. You would never admit it to anyone, not even Betty or Veronica and especially not to Archie, but you’d had feelings for him for quite some time. There were times when you wanted to tell him about it, he was one of your friends after all, but you truly felt that he didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t worth the risk.

“You like hanging out in dark corners, loner?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You could identify that voice anywhere: the one and only Archie Andrews.

“You like staring into dark corners, creeper?” you shot back.

Archie chuckled and approached with open arms for a friendly hug. “Hey y/n,”

“Hey Tom Brady, great game.” You pulled out from the hug but stayed standing close to him to be able to hear each other over the loud music.

He smiled, “It wasn’t exactly the Super Bowl, but thank you. So, what are you drinking?” He plucked the plastic cup out of your hand. “This isn’t the jungle juice, is it?” he questioned with a slightly alarmed but mostly joking tone. Reggie’s jungle juice was pretty famous, or more accurately infamous.

“God no,” you shook your head, “It’s just coke.”

“Good. Stay away from the jungle juice.” He took a sip and did a bit of a spit take into a nearby plant overdramatically. He looked at you with a faux-shocked expression. “Just coke, huh y/n?”

“Just coke as in mostly coke. As in there’s slightly more coke than vodka.”

“Alcohol’s illegal for people our age you know,” he warned just before he drank half of the cup’s contents.

You narrowed your eyes and leaned toward him as if trying to get a better look, “Why, you a cop?”

He glanced around, checking that the imaginary coast was clear before he leaned in. “You ever seen 21 Jump Street?”

“Ah,” you nodded.

“Yeah.” He said with a laugh, straightening his back and returned the cup to your hand. You thought his hand had lingered for a second touching yours; you were probably just imagining it. You had to be imagining it, but the moment was over before you could really be sure.

“Uh,” you tried to regain your composure. “Betty and Veronica were in the other room dancing the last time I saw them,” You offered figuring this had to be his destination. You were friends/friendly with him but they were all really close. The only reason you even knew Archie in the first place is because you had become good friends with the girls.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Okay.” He blinked at you and didn’t move. You tried to suppress the smile that was threatening to show itself. Maybe he was here for you. The electronic music blared on and you scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular in an attempt to make yourself busy, or at least make yourself look busy. The house was filled to the brim with a mix of people, some you knew, some you didn’t. People were singing and dancing and yelling and drinking and smoking and—okay, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Archie was still looking at you! You could feel his eyes on you from the side.

You glanced at him and couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh. He was just smiling down at you like a fool. “Is… is there something I can do for you Mr. Andrews?”

He smirked, keeping a laugh to himself, “No, it’s just,” he shook his head looking down at his feet. “Nah, never mind.”

“Oh, come on! What? Do I have something on my face? Is my hair messed up?” You ran your fingers through your hair trying to fix any possible issues.

“No, you look great. I was uh,” he looked back up at you. “It was just that you looked really cute.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked off to the rest of the party, the flashing lights washing his face with a blue and red light, hitting his cheekbones in just the right way to leave a shadow in the hollows of his cheeks. It wasn’t until that moment that you really noticed how close he was standing to you. He was at max 6 inches from you; he could lean forward the tiniest bit and kiss you (if he were so inclined). It all felt too good to be true. He had to be drunk or something.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“Just the sip of your ‘mostly coke’. Why?”

For some reason this answer bothered you more than if he had been drunk. The fact that he called you ‘cute’ while being almost completely sober was, as far as you could tell, reason for alarm. “Let’s go find some drinks.” Frankly, you needed another one.

You grabbed him by the wrist so you wouldn’t lose him in the crowd and began to push through the mess of sweaty bodies toward the familiar bar. You would have made it too, if it weren’t for the jungle juice. You were walking past the table with the punch bowl of the “juice” on it, the bar was in sight, when some random drunk guy with a cup full of, you guessed it, Reggie’s famous jungle juice rammed into you, spilling the entire contents of the cup all over your shirt. Your mouth hung open and the people around you all gasped.

Archie pushed between you and the guy, “Hey man, why don’t you watch where you’re going?” There was some real anger in his voice, and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty hot.

“Well why don’t you mind your own business?” the guy said getting right in Archie’s face. He opened his mouth to respond but before he could get anything out you put your hand on his shoulder from behind him.

“Archie?”

He looked down at you, clenching his jaw. “C’mon Arch, it’s not worth it.”

He looked back up at the guy for a moment then back down at you. The crowd that had gathered around you all waiting in anticipation for Archie’s response.

He nodded his head, “I know where the bathroom is,” the crowd of people returned to their former activities with sounds of general dismay that there hadn’t been a fight. “Let’s go see what the damage is.” He grabbed your hand in his and led you in the opposite direction as the bar, down a hallway, and into a bathroom.

It was pretty dark in the house so you couldn’t really see how badly it had spilled on your shirt yet. Archie closed the door behind you while you felt around on the wall for a light switch. You flipped on the switch and he immediately gasped sharply.

“Is it that bad?” you asked. You couldn’t being yourself to look in the mirror yet.

“No… I mean it’s…” He tried to think of some consolation to give, unsuccessfully. “Yeah, it is that bad.”

You hesitantly turned to face the mirror, squinting enough to delay the inevitable. Your eyes sprung open and you found that yes, it truly was that bad.

“Oh my god.”

“I told you.”

“This shirt ruined! How am I supposed to wear this for the rest of the night?”

“Well, you did say you wanted to find another drink. I guess it found you first,” You looked at him in the mirror and rolled your eyes. “And I did warn you to stay away from the jungle juice” he laughed getting a closer look at the stain.

You turned to him and sighed, “I have to go home. There’s no way I can walk around like this.” You still didn’t like parties, and this was no exception, but you were actually getting to hang out with Archie alone. This was just your luck.

“Take my shirt,” He blurted out, rather loudly.

“Take your shirt? Like the one you’re wearing right now? Arch as much as I’m sure that every girl at this party would love to see you walking around shirtless, neither of us are at that point of drunkenness yet.”

“It’s fine. Even if you’re got my jersey, I’ve still got my letterman,” he countered, already peeling off his jacket and throwing it on the floor. “It’s not like I’ll be completely shirtless.” You thought about this for a moment before hesitantly nodding your head in agreement. You really didn’t want this night to end just yet. Plus, shirtless Archie.

You took off your stained t-shirt and threw it in the trash, no stain remover was powerful enough to work on that jungle juice. You stood awkwardly in just your plain black bra. You definitely had cuter, but you hadn’t planned on anyone, especially not Archie, seeing you shirtless tonight. Archie pulled off his jersey leaving both of you half naked. And let me tell you he was built with a capital B. Just as he was handing you the jersey, the bathroom door flings open. It seems neither of you had remembered to lock it in the chaos of the dark.

Kevin Keller stumbled into the room, clearly at least a little bit intoxicated. It took him a second but when he finally realized what he had walked into, at least what it looked like he had walked into, his eyes widened dramatically taking in the scene. It was understandable. You were sure this looked a lot worse than it really was.

“Oops!” he exclaimed.

“Kevin, it’s really not what it looks like,” you tried to explain to him with your hands out in front of you as if trying to calm a wild animal.

“Don’t even worry about it you guys. Your secret’s safe with me,” he tried to wink at you but the alcohol in his system just turned it into a sloppy blink. This sentiment did nothing to ease your concern. Kevin was not the person people told secrets to. Kevin was the person people told when they wanted the whole town to know something.

Archie tried to stop him too, “No, Kevin man, it’s not like that. Her shirt just-“

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourselves to me. I always knew Archie - Y/n would happen. Don’t you worry about a thing. My lips are sealed.” He stumbled out of the bathroom and Archie quickly shut the door behind him, locking it this time.

You both stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.

After about 30 seconds you asked already knowing the answer, “He’s definitely going to go tell Betty and Veronica about this, right?”

“I’m sure they already know.”

You nodded your head and took the jersey from his hand. He slung on the jacket and waited for you. You pulled his jersey over your head. It was big on you but not too big. It smelled like Archie. It felt right. He opened the door and you followed him out of the room, only for him to stop abruptly. You ran into him and then peered over his shoulder at what had stopped him. Who else but Cheryl Blossom joined by Josie at her side.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” she said in her Cheryl way, her eyes scanning up and down. “The quarterback and the rando hooking up at a party together. How cliché. Doesn’t this feel like a bad 80’s rom-com?”

Josie joined in, “Who’s Molly Ringwald in this situation?”

“I’m like Breakfast Club Molly Ringwald and Y/n’s like Sixteen Candles Molly Ringwald. That makes Archie Jake Ryan!”

Neither of you had the patience to try and explain the situation to her. Archie grabbed your hand pulling you in the other direction down the hallway. “It’s been a pleasure as usual Cheryl,” he yelled behind him.

Over the blaring music, you could just make out her say “Or maybe she’s more Pretty in Pink Molly Ringwald…”

He pulled you through a different part if the house to a patio where a few random couples were making out. They were taking up all the seating and he scratched his head not knowing where to go.

“Why don’t we just sit in the grass?” you suggested. You walked over to a far part of the lawn that was dark but still lit by the moon. The music was muffled and distant, present enough that would could have private conversation, but still muted. He sat down crisscross applesauce style and you followed suit, chuckling to yourself. You both sat with your forearms resting on your knees, leaving only a couple of inches between each other.

“We’re finally alone.” He stated quietly, sounding satisfied. The moon lit up half of his face and his fiery locks glinted as he tilted his head.

“Yeah, that’s why I come to parties. To be alone. Just me and two-hundred of my closest friends.” You breathed sarcastically.

He grinned at your reply. He looked at you for a moment. Just really looked at you. He was really seeing you.

He looked away timidly, “You look good in my jersey you know.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” He nodded his head. You considered how to reply. “Well I guess I’m just gonna have to try out for the football team then.”

“Or,” He leaned in even closer, “alternatively,” his lips just centimeters from yours, “you could just…” He pressed his lips to yours, lightly but passionately, like it was something he’d been wanting to do for a long time. His lips were soft and it felt right, he felt right. It only lasted a couple of seconds but it felt like forever, in a good way. He pulled back and all you could both do was grin at each other.

All of a sudden, a mess of loud yelling coming from the house caught both of your attention. “Woo!!!” “Oh yeah!!!” “Get it!!!” “Hashtag Archie-Y/n!!!” Veronica and Betty were hanging out of a window calling out to the two of you. You looked up at the sky in embarrassment and Archie just shook his head at them, laughing. They pumped their fists and chanted “OTP, OTP, OTP…”

Archie stood up and put his hand out to pull you up, “Do you wanna go to Pop’s? Or anywhere that isn’t right here?” “Gladly,” you agreed, “I hate parties.”

I love this "OTP OTP"

Orange Icing. ArchiexReader! Oneshot.

Summary: Complete fluff of a oneshot! (Y/N) baking for Archie to try and help him get over Grundy.

GIF is not mine. 

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Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part Two.

Hey guys, so here is part two to the Camping Antics mini fic! There will be a part three, just to finish the series off :) pleaaaaase leave me feedback in my ask ya cute lil beans.

Summary: Archie and (Y/N) have some tent fun lol ;)

Warnings: SMUT. TENT SMUT. Naked Archie. You’ve been warned. 

PART ONE HERE. 

PART THREE HERE.

(GIF not mine! Found it on twitter lol)

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“What A Ride” A. Andrews x Reader imagine

WARNING(S)  Okay I have only one thing to say… don’t drive and get’s fingered by your boyfriend at the same time! Reference of fingering. / not edited \

IMAGINE ABOUT: When you and your boi go on a interesting ride. 

Archie reached across the table and laced the fingers on our right hand together, igniting that familiar warmth. A half-smile bloomed on Achie’s lips as he glanced at my neck for a moment before he glanced at my neck for a moment before meeting my gaze. He did that a lot–stared at the hickey he gave me. And every time he did, this look would flash in his eyes just for a second, like he was overwhelmed with what it meant.  “Have I ever told you just how much I like you?”  My own lips tugged upwards. “Not nearly enogh.”  He lifted our intertwined hands and pressed a kiss against my fingers, turning the flame that sizzled between us into a forest fire which burned pleasantly alond my veins. “I really, really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot.”  “You’re not so bad yourself.”  Archie chuckled, his dimple teasing me. “Your pride’s going tto end up killing you one day.”  I stuck my tongue out in response. And then. “Are you finished your milkshake? Or do you want to sit here all day and discuss more of your deepest, darkest secrets? The lunch menu did look pretty tempting…”  Every day this week we had gone out for either breakfast, lunch or dinner, but never two in one. Archie would stroll into whatever room or class I was in all casual, and tell me to get ready, or tell me we were leaving. It had become a thing. Having lunch here would definitely break some kind of rule, and I personally liked the little routine we had going.  “Definitely finished.”  After paying the bill, Archnie and I exited the dinner and climbed inside his car. It wasn’t until we were ten minutes into the ride, singing along to the radio that I noticed we weren’t taking the usual route home.  “Where are we going?” I asked.  “I’m pretty sure that’s not the line,” Archie replied, grinning.  “Yeah, well, I’m free styling,” I dead-panned, turning down the radio. “And you’re deflecting.”  He chuckled. “We’re going nowhere, babe.”  “Archie,” I groaned  “Y/N,” he mimicked  “Come on, for all I know you could be taking me to a slaughterhouse where I finally meet my end.”  The sound of Archie’s laughter filled the car. “A slaughterhouse? Seriously, where do you came up with this stuff? I’m going to start writting them down.”  “Okay, so maybe I watch a lot of horror movies. Sue me.”  “Yeah, don’t I know it.”  Okay, and perhaps I had talked Archie into watching one or two horror movies with me, and it was very possible the he wasn’t the biggest fan of the genre. But in my defence, Veronica had forced Titanic on Betty and I three times in one week, and I fugured it was as good a way as any to replace the heartbreaking imagine of Leonardo DiCaprio sinking at the bottom of the ocea.  There was totally enogh space on that door, contrary to Betty’s beliefs.  “I take that a s no, then?” I said Archie rolled his eyes. “You’re relentless. We relly are going nowhere, Y/N. I just feel like driving arond for a while.”  “And why’s that?” I asked, not buying it.  “Because I want you all to myself for a little longer before we have to go back home when privacy is a luxury the universe clearly doesn’t think we deserve.”  Oh.  A small smile toyed on the end of my mouth. “Okay,” I said, just like that. “You win. But if we’re just going to be driving around—”  “No.”  My mouth fell open at Archie’s abrupt interruption. “You don’t even know what I was going to say!”  He rolled his eyes. “No, you can’t drive my car. Is that better?”  So maybe I had asked Archie a few dozen times if he would let me drive, and maybe his answer was the same every time. And maybe I had stupidly told him about the incident with mymother’s car back in April. But I hadn’t sat behind the wheel of a car, much less driven one, since I’d got here. And with Riverdale territory, I was craving speed.  Luckily for me, we reached a red light, so like the evil enchantress I was turning out to me, I leaned over and closer the gap between Archie and I. Resting one hand on his thigh, I whispered, “Please?” in his ear.  Archie cleared his throat. “No.”  Slowly, I dragged my fingers along the inside of his thigh, causing him o grip the steering wheel that little bit tighter. Then I pressed a kiss against the sensitive spot under his jaw, and when my tongue flicked out, tasting his warm skin, I knew I had him.  “Y/N.”  “Mmm?” I hummed as I kissed along his neck, feeling his pulse vibrate against me.  “You’re going to make me crash.” he said breathily, and I realised het the light must have turned green. When my tongue glided across his senstive spot again, Archie surrendered. “Fuck.Okay.”  Just like that, I pulled away, settling back into my seat. “See, that wasn’t too hard, was it” I said, all casual, as if my pulse wasn’t fluttering out of control ass well.  I was so going to Hell.  Archie turned into an empty-one way street and pulled over on the side before pushing his seat as far as it was build to go, taking off his seatbelt and then taking off mine.  “What are y—”  Archie efforlessly lifted me from my seat, as if I was a feather, ignoring my surprised squeal. And then he placed me between his muscular thigs, my back pressed against him and his hands holding my waist. Luckily for him, his choice of transport today had been his spacious Range Rover, which had enogh room in the driver’s seat for us both, considering the fact that I was plastered all over him.  I knew this was too good to be true.  “Come on, you didn’t really think I was going to let you behind the wheel of my car all by yourself, did you, babe?” Archie said, his deep voice vibrating against me. I could feel his heart beating wildly, a sign that he was still flustered.  I runed my head and glared at him, but his smut smirk only grew. “I’m not a child, Archie. This is ridiculous,” I huffed.  “I prefer the term compromise.” And then “Well, what are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to drive.”  “You’re such an ass.”  Still, I turned on the ignition and started driving, realising that Archie had purposefully choosen a desolate area where there was only a plethora of trees on both sides of the street. I could go as fast or as slow as I desired, and there was no way we were going to get pulled over for our very illegal seating arrangment.  I hadn’t really been paying much attention to the fact that I was sitting between Archie’s thigs with my ass and back pressed against him, or to the fact that his delicious scent was clinging to me, or even the fact that I could feel every breath he took. But when his hands moved from my waist to rest on top of my thighs, thanks to the mini denim skirt I was wearing, the realisation hit me like a ton of bricks and it became very hard to concentrate.  Archie much have noticed my grip tighten on the steering wheel. “What’s wrong?” he asked,, all sweet and casual.  Guess he was going to be joining me in Hell.  “Nothing,” I answered, speeding up a little bit. Yes, I thought. This was good. Go faster.  And then Archie spread my legs apart ever so slightly and pressed a soft kiss under my ear, and everything inside me liquified. Payback was a bitch.  “What are you doing?” I asked breathily, thankful that there we no cars or pedistrains lurking around because this was deifnition of dangerous, times a thousand.  Archie’s tongue and teeth glided sensationally across my neck, pausing only to kiss my hickey. “Concentrate on driving Y/N,” he said in a low voice, his fingers trailing like tiny snakes along my thigs, travelling higher and higher. Goosebumps scattered all over my skin.  “I can’t,” I rasped, leaning further against his solid chest. When I did, I felt that Archie was just as turned on as I was, and I knew then that I was definitely going to wrap this car around a tree.  “You can,” he whispered, continuing to rain kisess all over my neck and collarbone. When he pushed my skirt up, fingers brushing slowly–painfully fucking–slowly against my lace panties. I all but slammed my foot down on the brake.  Concentrate on driving, my ass.  Archie chuckled into my neck, the sound deep and husky, and doing my arousal absolutely no favours. “Park on the side of the street.”  I had never been so happy to follow one of Archie Andrew’s orders.  Once I had safely parked, Archie turned me around so that I was stradding him, my skirt now pushed all the way up to my hips. His lips immediately found mine in a surprisingly soft, slow kiss, turning my bones into honey. It was like Archie needed me to know that this was all him– that he was in complete control.  With our lips fused, I tugged the bottom of Archie’s henley, wanting to feel his skin and muscles in all their glory. We broke away for only a moment as he pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it on the passenger seat.  Thank God for tinted windows and empty streets.  And the hell with giving a damn.  My hands snaked across Archie’s chest–across his heart– over his broad shoulders and rested on his muscular back. When his hand went in between my legs and his fingertip instantly found the right spot, stroking slowly and gently, everything inside me imploded wonderfully.  “Archie..” I moaned his name like my favourite prayer, titling my head back in pleasure.  “Look at me,” Archie said, his deep voice coated in desire.  I did as told, meeting Archie’s beautiful eyes, and then I felt the urge to kiss the life out of him. His mouth curled upwards in a half-smirk and then his finger slipped inside me, causing me to cry out in euphoria.  “Oh, my God.”  “That’s not my name,” Archie said and I cold hear the wolfish grin in his voice as his fingers continued to caress and explore, sending a series of tremors down my entire body. Then he slipped another finger inside me and my nails clawed at his back, cluthing on for a dear life whilst his touch incinerated me.  “Open your eyes, love.”  I menaged to shake my head in response, unable to do anything other than gasp and moan waiting agonisingly for my release. This was pure heaven.  Archie used his other hand— the one that wasn’t totally destroying all my self-control– to gently pull my chin towards him so he could kiss me, and another tsunami of delight crashed oover me. “Please?” he asked softly, lips gazing mine.  My eyes fluttered open but they were hooded and I was so damn close to my release, I could feel the anticipation spreading all through my limbs. My nerves crackled and sputtered like sparklers before electicity surged through every atom in my body.  “You’re the prettiest fucking person I’ve ever seen,” Archie rasped, his expression one of awe and appreciation.  And then he finally granted me my release, and I exploded like a supernova, inadvertently dragging my nails alond Archie’s spine and digging then into his lower back as I cried out in pure, unadulterated exstasy. My lungs felt positively destroyed and I was sure my ribcage was going to shatter and splinter my organs, the sensation was that intense. I was left panting and most likely sweating as I leaned my head against Archie’s shoulder.  Holy fucking shit. Archie Andrews was a goddamn wizard.  I felt Archie raise his hand to his mouth and I knew, without even looking, that he was licking his fingers tasting me. “Perfect,” he mumbled. Then he pressed a kiss into my hair and let his hands go under my t-shirt, resting his palms on my lower back. I wrapped my arms around his neck: sitting like this, it felt something close to home.

“Sorry about your back. Think I drew blood,” I mumbled into his warm skin, though I had a suspicion that he actually liked it when I clawed his back.  I felt his laugh before I head it. “It’s okay. Sorry in advance about your sore throat,” he teased. It was his fault for being so damnn good with his hands/  I lifted my head from his shoulder to stick my tongue out but stopped short when I was the look of absolute, unwavering devotion in his eyes, and the lazy smile on his face. He was the picture of serenity. So, instead, I kissed his chest, then his collarbone, his neck and then his jaw, which I felt clench.  “Y/N,” Archie said. “I really, really don’t want our first time to be in a car.”  I smiled and pressed a final kiss against his cheek before looking at him.  “That’s good,” I replied. Neither did I.  “I’m not a saint, though.”  This time I laughed. “No shit?”  “You’re terrible,” Archie responded. “And I’m being serious. Any self-control I had left is hanging by a thread.  “If I’m not mistaken, you were the one who hive me a nuclear orgasm. I was merely an innocent bystander.”  Archie grinned, dimples and all. “Nuclear, huh?”  I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”  He chuckled. “Y/N Y/L/N, if I didn’t know you any better I’d say I just rocked your world. And it’s barely even midday.:  “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Next time. I’ll do the honours.”  Archie shook his head and looked up, like he was hoping the roof would open and then the sky would split in half and God would hand him some of that self-control he wanted to bad. “Our first time is not going to be in a car,” he told himself.  I tried not to laugh. “You said that already,”  “It’s not,” he insisted, and then groaned when I kissed the senstive spot under his jaw. Purgatory was completely out in the question for me.  “What were you saying again?”  And then In a flash, I was off Archie’s lap and sitting in the passenger seat, and he was wearing his henley again. I was laghing so hard whilst I put on my seatbelt. I thought I was going to run out of the little oxygen I had left in my lungs.  “You,” Archie sad, out of breath, as he turned the car on, “Babe, are you sorceress.”  “Pot. Kettle. Black.”  “I didn’t remember you complaning.”  This time I did stuck my tongue out.  Archie just laughed. “Best breakfast ever.” 

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Better (Archie Andrews)

This idea has changed more times then I can remember but it is here now!! It’s my first smut so I’m sorry if it sucks but I hope yall enjoy♥️

Warning: smut (obviously) swearing

It had been 3 months. Three whole months since you had broken up with the so call love of your life who had your heart in the palm of his hand and shattered it effortlessly, leaving you broken. It was crazy how much of an impact he had on you; he would always be able to get under your skin, just as you was starting to feel you again. Your friends hated him for what he did to you, they hated to admit it but you was still a mess and they tried their hardest to make you smile and forget the heart break; Archie certainly did. When he had heard what happened from Betty’s infamous track record of not being able to lie to her friends, he made his way to the boys locker rooms, slamming your now ex onto the floor throwing punches aimlessly, anger fielding out of him. You hadn’t known about the feud until lunch when you saw your ex, dark purple rings around his eyes and Archie storming towards you. He took hold of your arm, holding you tightly in his arms. You began trembling but Archie just held you there, stroking your hair as you hurried your head into his neck. “He’s not going to be a problem anymore,” Archie said “I’ll make sure of it.”

From that day on your friendship with Archie changed. It was the smallest things like your hands brushing against each other’s, the small glances, smiles, looking to you in the crowd when he played a game, milkshakes at pops, the late night phone calls, you told yourself it was nothing but Archie Andrews being well Archie Andrews but it made everything bearable- it made things better. You knew you couldn’t hide the fact there was chemistry between the two of you, and you wasn’t the only one who noticed. Betty often made comments about the two of you when you was all together at pops which often made you blush and Archie smile a little too hard. But that wasn’t the what happened when you got a text from Betty to meet everyone at pops that evening.

Your parents were away and you was house sitting when you was told to come join the gang. You walked past the window and saw your 4 friends sat in a booth milkshakes in hand in deep conversation. You smiled to yourself walking in expecting one of them to notice you but they didn’t. The place was practically empty and that’s when you overheard them all.

“I know she’s like one of your closest friends Betty but God she was a drag with him. I’m glad Archie here is trying to slide his way into her life. I really do like her now.” Veronica said making you frown. You stood a few booths down to listen in to what the rest of the guys had to say about you.

“Come on she wasn’t that bad it clearly was just a toxic relationship.” Jughead butted in

“Exactly!” Betty exclaimed “she’s one of my closest friends and is honestly such a great person, it just changed around him.”

Then everyone turned to face Archie as he had his head down, not wanting to be involved in the conversation.

“Archie?” Veronica pipped up again “any input about your future girlfriend?” She smirked

You looked at him. Hoping for some positivity to come out of his mouth, or for him to change the subject or just tell them to stop.

“Her boyfriend treated her like shit which made her into a shit person ok.” He said looking annoyed “now I’m spending time with her she’s the person we all love so can we all just knock it off.” His eyes trailed off from the guilty looking group which was when he saw you. Tear filled eyes and hands clenched.

“Shit.”

“Shit person huh?” You rose your voice making everyone turn to you “well I guess this shit person better get going” you said spinning on your heels running out the door. You didn’t let anyone stop you as you ran, kept running and didn’t stop. You ran home, choking from trying to catch your breath as well as the uncontrollable sobs. You thought you had escaped the heartache of your ex, but you hadn’t, and your friends hadn’t either. It burned that your friends spoke about you behind your back and for Archie to go along and agree with it was shit. You paced around your living room driving your self insane replaying the moment you walked into pops. Your head needed clearing and you knew you needed some air, fast, but as you swung your front door open there he was. Archie Andrews. His eyes gleamed with happiness knowing you was home but guilt knowing that he had hurt you. He smiled a little walking in without an invite shutting the door behind him.

“Archie the fuck are you do-” you spoke but he quickly cut you off, his lips crashing into yours. Your hands automatically tangled their way through his hair as he cupped your face as the kiss deepened. You was still angry but you craved this kiss, you craved Archie, but he broke the kiss leaving you breathless.

“I can love you so much better then he can.” He whispered leaning in again slowly kissing your lips softly. “I will always love you better.” Always. Your heart skipped a beat at these words and you cupped Archie’s face craving his lips. The kiss deepened instantly and you craved more as his hands roamed your body. Your hands quickly found Archie’s belt buckle to undo as you began to throb. Archie knew exactly what you both wanted and broke the kiss. “Jump” he said, you doing so instantly, being able to wrap yourself around his torso, Archie slammed you into your living room wall causing you to moan. His fingers ran up and down your thigh causing you to shudder. His hand suddenly grasped your ass making you groan. Your lips parted and you bit your lips as Archie planted sweet kisses down your jaw to your bare neck down to your chest. He tugged at your sleeve and you helped him remove your top and he did the same. Your hands ran over his muscular smooth build and you knew you wanted him. You needed him. “Archie” you breathed “ if you’re going to love me you’re gonna have to fuck me better too.” You said, eyes full of lust as you looked up at him. Archie didn’t have to respond;he unclasped your bra letting it fall to the floor. He slammed his lips into yours, you allowing access for his tongue to dance with yours as he grabbed your breasts. “Fuck” he growled. You couldn’t wait any longer and went straight for Achies belt, unbuckling it and undoing his pants. You felt his hand glide up your inner thigh, pugging at the lace of your panties. You helped him take them off and rapped your legs around Archie as he thrusted himself into you. You tried to stay quiet but you couldn’t help but moan uncontrollably as Archie began to quicken his pace, leaving you breathless each time he went deeper into you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked at your jawline, making you moan even more. “Fuck Archie” he breathed as his pace quickened and you felt yourself reach your climax. In that moment your mind was free, free from the anger, the sadness, the heartbreak, your whole body felt alive and you loved it. You felt Archie push his hips against you one final time before slowly legging your legs drop to the floor. He took your chin, pushing it up for you to face him as he looked you in the eyes. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw the corners of his lips curl and his fiery hair flop between his eyes. You cupped his face again kissing him, as you knew it was Archie who would be able to make everything better.

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Tom holland imagine

Don’t wanna let go

Tom holland x reader

Fluff, angst and a bit- just a bit of kissing

If any request, hmu!!

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After a long time away from tom, you decided that taking a break was the right thing to do. You had been home in london with tess for about a year, while tom was out there making a life for himself.

Sure he came by and visited often, but all he did was sleep and stay over at his parents. It was taking a toll on you. Not having tom by your side, supporting your actions. Not having his strong arms around you whenever you where feeling down. Tom was your home, your everything and you just couldnt let go. Not just yet anyway.

After five months apart and tom not calling you, you decided to leave. With just one note saying that you’ll always love him. It was one of your hardest decisions and you felt sick to your stomach. Leaving such a huge part of your heart behind. You loved tom, loved his family , loved his dog, loved how he always run his fingers down your back when you where cuddling. Tom was your everything.

So by leaving it would make you miserable, but it was the right thing to do. Tom didn’t notice you anymore, and you couldn’t just stand by there watching your heart get crushed by the man you loved.

So you left.

Leaving all your memories behind.

2 weeks later

“Y/N please answer, I lo–ve you… please don’t leave me” tom cried.

Straight to voicemail.

“ I’m sorry, Y/N… don’t leave me. Your everything I got. I just can’t lose you” tom cried again.

Voicemail. Your heart faltered hearing tom so upset and broken. All you wanted to do was take everything back. Everything. You cried that night, like every other night. Nothing could fill the gaping hole in your heart. Not even your friends and family.

“ y/n it’s paddy, ehmmm… well Tom is crying again, and well we miss you.. please don’t leave me here with those people” paddy whispered and you chuckled, hearing him joke. ‘Bip bip’ and he ended the voicemail. You just couldn’t bring yourself to answer even if it was paddy. Harry and sam had also called, however not left a message.

You wheee sitting in your living room, watching netflix and eating your favourite meal. You hadn’t left your house in 4 days and you looked like a terrible mess. ‘Ding dong’

“I’m coming!” You yelled, grabbing the remote and setting the movie on pause. You looked yourself in the mirror.

Yuck.

After fixing your hair, you opened the door to see tom holland standing there. His eyes watering and his body hunched forward. His curls hanging down his face.

His a mess to.

Tom gave you a sad smile and involved you in a thight hug. Saying “I miss you” and “ I love you” over and over again.

He hugged you closer, kissing your forehead and humming in satisfaction. Tom was home, tom had his everything.

You closed your eyes and laid your head on his chest holding on for dear life. Like he was going to vanish. You smiled to yourself and a tear fell down your face. Soon followed by many more. You could hear him crying to and you hugged him closer (if it’s even possible). After a moment or two, tom lifted his hands to your face making you look at him.

“Don’t leave me y/n” “ I love you so much”

Tom could see the love lingering in you gaze as you gave him a sad smile.

“ I would never”

And you kissed.

This made my day wtfff

Boundaries

Sam’s got some needs he wants you to help him work out. The only things he has to work on are boundaries.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 6440

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (male & female receiving), cursing, choking!kink,, biting!kink, hair pulling!kink

Author’s Note: Tags are closed! Feedback is strongly encouraged, so please leave a comment when you reblog. If you want to support me, you can donate and request here.

Beta: None

❌ Do not read if you are under the age of 18! Do not repost this work or any other work of mine on Tumblr or other sites without my express, written permission!

Riding in the Impala used to be so fun. Dean would blare some classic rock and you and Sam would sing along, out of tune every now and again, but you enjoyed yourselves regardless. Nights were celebrated in bars where the three of you would raise glasses of beer or whiskey to each other’s health and finish the night off with a couple rounds of pool and poker, then back to the motel room to grab a few hours of sleep before the sun rose and you were off to the next hunt… or whatever seemed next on your agenda.

That doesn’t matter anymore. Or at least, not for now.

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Don’t Flirt With Him

Word count: 2,241

Warning: smut, spanking, little bit of fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Y/N has to flirt with the most horrible and sexist man ever to get info for a case and Dean isn’t too happy about it so he shows her who she really belongs to.

The sound of Dean’s alarm woke you up and you reluctantly opened your eyes to see Dean and Sam already up and getting ready.

“Do you know what I think I like most about the bunker? Normal sleeping patterns.” Sam laughed, agreeing with you as he brushed his teeth.

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FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS SAMMY

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No Inhibitions

Written for @evansrogerskitten for donating! Donate Here. ‘Oral sex with Soulless!Sam. Since he has no inhibitions, outside/semi public would be hot. (Sorry, I’m terrible at prompts. If you don’t want to write this, that’s totally cool. I just wanted to help you right now, sorry things are shitty. Hugs!)’

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3680

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex in public, and spanking.

Author’s Note: Tags are closed! Feedback is strongly encouraged, so please leave a comment when you reblog. If you want to support me, you can donate and request here.

❌ Do not read if you are under the age of 18! Do not repost this work or any other work of mine on Tumblr or other sites without my express, written permission!

God, you really hated Sam sometimes.

You’d always been friendly before, and all banter was purely out of jest. You’d tease each other after a hunt, judged based off of who looked more tired or who had taken the most blows, but you’d always laughed each burn off and washed down the real hurts with a glass of whiskey or a beer.

Now, he could throw any insult your way and you wouldn’t know if he meant it or not.

Your real Sam would never tell you off or be mean to you without feeling any sort of remorse. So as far as you were concerned, the rude comments and out-of-character judgments were just temporary. They still stung, though, always did. You were working on getting Sam’s soul back, it was just taking a hell of a lot longer than you wanted.

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