baby sister | jughead jones

Originally posted by kylogue

a/n: thinking of making this into another small series!! based on a request!! let me know if you think i should post another part! also this is my first series where  im adding another POV get keen. also ill start a tag list for this so leave a message in my ask box or down below if you’d like to be added!!


it was another busy night at pop’s chock’lit shoppe.

booths were bursting at the seams as they celebrate the win of river dales very own bulldogs. i didn’t even need to go to the game to know that they’d won. 

teenagers and parents hustle into the diner buying burgers and fries by the dozen. me? i sat in my usual booth with my usual oder; cheese burger fries and a chocolate milkshake, with of course my laptop.

i was busy typing up my newest lead that i didn’t pay any attention to the small girl that walked through pop’s doors and ended up at the front of my booth, fries and milkshake in hand.

“can i sit?” she murmurs shifting on her feet

i tilt the lid of my laptop down gesturing with my hands for her to sit, she smiles at me placing her food infront of her as she sips on her drink.

she studies me and i close my laptop completely glance at the small girl, she looked exactly like jellybean.

“everything okay?” she nods pulling books out of her back pack and plugging her headphones into her iPod.

i open my laptop and start typing again inspiration flowing through me. we stay like this for awhile, me working on my story and the little girl writing what seemed like english homework whilst bopping her head to the music that filled her earphones.

she sighs heavily causing me to look up at her “im holly (y/l/n)” i smile “jughead jones the third” she chuckles.

“theres three of you named jughead” she giggles her laugh carrying through the diner, the dinner rush was over and most of the booths were now empty. it was just us, pop and a few local stragglers. 

“you miss holly remind me of my sister” she raises her eyebrows “can’t say the same about you- my sister is way cooler than you” she sass’ and i laugh.

“how old are you holly?” “I’m 10, you?” “17″ i reply stealing one of her fries “hey!” she sulks.

“my sisters 17 too, she steals my fries too” i nod smirking to myself

“her names (y/n) we just moved her from san fransico, how olds your sister?” 

i close my laptop setting it aside “my sister is 10 years old same as you her names jellybean” she laughs again “is there three jelly beans too?” i shake my head “nope just the one and only”.

she pops a few fries in her mouth “can i ask you a few questions?” i chuckle “haven’t you just been doing exactly that?” she shakes her head.

folding my arms across my chest i decide to give in “fine, i’ll bite”

a take a swig from the saucer infront of me “are you writing about that dead kid?” i spit out my coffee choking slightly.

“yes or no?”


“do you ever take that beanie off?” 


“not even when you shower” she pesters

i lean forward “i even poop with it on” she giggles and makes a disgusted face.

“my turn” she nods 

“what are you listening to?”

“music” i roll my eyes gesturing for her to go on “right now- all time low” 

“why are you at a diner asking a stranger at 10pm personal questions?”

her eyes widen “wait your not a murder right?” i cock my eyebrow “maybe”

“my sister was supposed to come meet me here for dinner after she’d finished work that was” she pauses looking down at her watch

“3 and a half hours ago” 

i brush my thumb against my lips “is that true?” she shrugs smirking mischievously to herself.

“do you want to use my phone to contact your sister?” she shakes her head frantically “NO”

i lean back in the booth smiling maniacally crossing my arms infront of my chest “so you sister doesn’t know your here?”

she sinks lower into the booth sipping her milkshake shamelessly 

“she’s probably worried about you”

the younger girl looks up sadly before her eyes drift over to the entrance the bell chiming indicating a new customer “crap!” she ducks underneath the table hiding herself behind my legs.

“hey!” i complain as the girl hugs my legs.

i scoff and turn and see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen walk through the doors of pop’s. her (y/h/c) was dripping wet from the downpour outside yet it still looked incredible.

her clothes hugged her figure as the water drops from the fabric to the clean tiles. her eyes scan the booths looking for someone.

she walks over to pop worry evident on her face “hey I’m looking for my little sister she’s 10 but this high, brown hair” she gestures with her hands “her names holly” 

i clear my throat pointing to my booth, as the younger girls back pack and homework sprawled out on the table top.

she mutters a thank you before approaching my booth, she breathes a sigh of relief as she realises that the back pack indeed belonged to her younger sibling.

“you must be holly’s sister?” she nods rocking awkwardly on her heels “(y/n) (l/n) I’m sorry if she’s been bothering you- and you are?” she smiles down at me her cheeks tinting red in the warm diner.

“jughead jones-” i pause “the third” she giggles nd boy do i have to contain myself from drooling.

“there’s three of you named jughead?” she continues giggling covering her mouth and apologising “oh god I’m sorry i shouldn’t be laughing” i chuckle to myself smiling up at the girl.

“its fine, your sister actually said the exact same thing” she widens her eyes and drops to her knee spotting her younger brunette sister curled up at my legs.

“holly!” she scolds “get out and leave the poor boy alone” i try and hide my smirk.

“his name is juggie and he’s my friend” she retorts.

“its fine (y/n) honestly i have a little sister the same age, its harmless really” she shakes her had dipping back under the table.

“you give me no choice” i watch as the (y/h/c) girl moves under the table trying to grab her younger sister from underneath the table.

squeals fill the diner until holly pops out of the booth her sister trying to follow suit only to bash her head on the table and aggressively grab my thigh in the process of a line sentence of cussing.

i lean down to her offer my hand “you okay?” 

she clutches her head with one hand and she grabs mine with the other allowing me to pull her up into the seat beside me.

“id like to say that karma for laughing at my birth name?” 

she giggles still wincing in pain “atleast theres no gum in your hair” i muse smiling at the mystery girl.

“this day keeps getting better” she smiles sarcastically

“c’mon holz mums worried sick i need to get you home, so say goodbye to your new found friend and lets go. no more running away” she nods sadly rolling her eyes at her older sister.

“can we come back here tomorrow” she whines as the older girl packs away holly’s books into her backpack.

“i don’t know holly I’m already swamped in school work we can’t be coming here on a daily basis i can’t watch you all the time” the younger girl looks disappointed.

“i’ll be here” i speak up the two girls turning to look at me “if you don’t have the time you can drop her off and illl look after her for an hour or two”

she sighs looking at her sister as she stands on her knees begging her sister 

“please please please”

she looks at me biting her lip “i don’t know holz” 

holly’s face drops disappointment clearly evident on her face.

“you can come too, bring your homework if you feel up to it” she smiles at me before slipping out of the booth “i’ll think about it” 

i nod a smile creeping on my face.

“c’mon holly say bye to jughead” she smiles at me giving me a fist bump before walking to her sister.

“thank you, for looking after her. i know not everyone is wired to be kind to a young lost girl. i owe you one”

“if you come tomorrow ill make it even” he says hopeful wanting to know more about the beautiful new girl.

“maybe, goodnight” she places her hands on her sisters holders and guides her toward the exit looking back one last time to send a small smile my way.

there was something about her and i couldn’t quiet put my finger on it but i had to know her.

You Can’t Kill Him

Originally posted by inthenameofodin

Ivar x reader

Warnings: dubcon, blood, ownership, Season 5 Ivar owns your ass, brief shitty father/daughter relationships for the sake of the shitty, non-existent plot oops, smut smut smut!!

Words: 1,869

Tagging: @inthenameofodin (just blame her for this shit), @synnersaint (season 5 dominant Ivar time girl) @ivars-heathen (you seemed to like that season 5 Ivar post, sister, so heeeere you go) @whenimaunicorn (this might be right up your alley ;)) 

Notes: don’t get your hopes up, this is a mess, a hot, sexually frustrated for three days straight I just need to write a fuck load of hot smut out to get over it and maybe get revenge in the process, kind of mess. Enjoy!

“… Ivar the Boneless; you can’t kill him!” Your father, the King, had exclaimed with a hearty yet cold chuckle. Ivar the Boneless had become a common topic, whispered about the court recently; he had landed in your kingdom and the heathen was slowly destroying every one of your father’s armies, one by one.

Your father had long given up hopes of ever defeating the mad man now; his advisors were urging other plans upon him but the King had made up his mind. He wanted peace. You were disgusted by his decision to bend to the heathen’s will. Yet, what a man Ivar the Boneless must be; you can’t kill him; you wondered if that was true; you longed to find out.


Most of the fierce and repulsive warriors now sat in your father’s hall. Laughing, choking down as much food as they could get their filthy hands on and talking quite loudly over each other. They closely resembled wild animals. Ivar the Boneless though, had been seated next to you, for some ungodly reason and you sat frozen as he did nothing but let his threatening and hungry gaze continue to linger over your form.

You felt a hand roughly grab ahold of your thigh all of a sudden. You jumped and turned to face the heathen King that held up his goblet to toast you with an absolute, devilish smirk. He downed what was left in his cup and his hand began to move up your thigh and over your cunt. You instinctively grabbed the wandering hand to halt it entirely. His eyes grew dark; actually warning you to let him continue groping you. He leaned in close, his imposing figure looming over you now; you felt disgusted with yourself as your body greatly longed for him to continue touching you like this. Him, Ivar the Boneless, the famous, fearless and fear-mongering heathen and calculating commander. He also happened to be very pleasant to look upon. You released his hand then, wondering exactly how he had the audacity to feel up the King’s daughter right in front of him. You didn’t linger on the thought too much longer as you shamelessly sat back and basked in the pleasure Ivar was secretly and very inappropriately providing for you under the table. He continued to touch you, like he owned you, as well as the whole world.

You tried to conceal it, but you couldn’t halt your gasps and moans as he continued to expertly explore your cunt with his fingers. Your head was thrown back as he continued to take you to your absolute peak. Never taking his eyes off of you all the while. Many people of the court began to look your way as you caused a scene with your squirming and your small noises of pleasure. They would all know. Yet, you cared no longer. The only thing that mattered right now, was his fingers moving inside of you and his dark eyes never leaving you.


You now sat, with your wrists bound and Ivar’s hands forcibly feeling up every inch of you behind the thin fabric of your dress while seated next to you on the sickening, rocking boat. Your father, the treacherous bastard, had sold you like a dog to the arrogant and sadistic heathen and in exchange, the Boneless had agreed to leave your kingdom once and for all, taking you with him.

Now on the boat, sailing away from your home; Ivar made it very clear to all the beastly men around him watching, who exactly you belonged to now. “You are my slave now. Squirm under my touch all you want, pet, I can freely explore every inch of you and there is no one here to stop it. You belong to Ivar the Boneless, now.” He moaned ever so slightly through his words at the thought and then chuckled darkly as he let his head lazily rest on your shoulder, very close to your neck. His hot breaths on the sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

The rage you had for him was unbearable. The lust was even more mind dulling. He owned you now it was true, but you were going to put up a fight nevertheless.


“Why don’t you crawl between my legs, on your hands and knees pet, and keep my cock nice and warm!” The Boneless had commanded his slave quite loudly then as his surrounding warriors laughed and cheered at your continued, public debasement. He had made you sit on the floor, at his feet during the feast, which had been humiliating enough. But, now he was really pushing it. You shook her head vigorously in response. He frowned. “You are no longer a Princess. You are nothing here. You are simply, Ivar the Boneless’s little fuck toy! Now behave as such!” He announced gleefully while lightly patting his hardening cock suggestively under the fabric of his pants. He had announced it loud enough so all of the surrounding animals could cheer in agreement; encouraging their wretched King.

“Don’t make me tire of you so quickly.” He warned then. You swallowed and threw away whatever small piece of dignity you had left as you began slowly crawling towards the bulge in his pants. He growled as his lust consumed him and he grabbed a tight hold of your hair as he undid himself. He forced his cock down your throat, making you gag while tears began to form in your eyes. “Well? Go ahead.” He urged you to begin sucking. You obeyed as your breaths grew heavy. He moaned and threw his head back, smiling sadistically. You felt another harsh tug in your hair as he forced your head up too look at him; his cock still filled your mouth. “Don’t forget to swallow, pet, it should be such an honor for a simple slave such as yourself to receive your King’s cum, to swallow down your pitiful throat!”


He had made sure you had traveled with him back to England so he could fuck you senseless, like a wild animal after every battle. The opposing army had snuck up on his late one night. You sat, bound to a thin, wooden pole in his tent. Completely naked and longing for his return and touch once again. What had happened to you? You watched him from a distance, through the opening in the tent, as he dominated the makeshift battlefield completely, not far from his camp. As if it were all a simple game of chess that he excelled at greatly. No one could beat him; no one could kill him. He had screamed just as much to the opposing army as he recklessly raced around in the chariot. “Do you know who I am?! I am Ivar the Boneless! You can’t kill me!”

When he found you after the short battle; blood drenched and crazed looking once again, you began to shake in anticipation for what was about to happen.

He crawled towards you, growling like an animal; making inhuman noises. He reeked of death, blood and sweat. He unbounded you and forced you onto your stomach below him. His large body settled above you and held you down. His still bloodied hand grabbed ahold of your throat and he leant down to breathlessly whisper in your ear. “You will serve me now, bitch or I will happily gut you like I did all of your christian friends.” You didn’t doubt it for a second. The battle had worked the sick bastard up; the arousal and adrenaline from it  possessing him completely as he continued to posses you.

He undid his belt and pushed himself inside you rather quickly. He grunted and growled while the immense force of his thrusts drove you into the hard ground and made your eyes roll back into your head. You felt something cold at your neck all of a sudden making your eyes open back up. His favorite dagger was pressed up against your throat; covered in the blood of your countrymen. “You’re mine, slave. Say it.” He pressed the blade even more firmly against your throat then. “Say it!” You began to try and form words as he continued to fuck you. “I-I am yours!” He growled again before stopping abruptly, tossing the blade to the side and effortlessly flipping you over onto your back in one, quick motion. One hand restraining both of your wrists while the other grabbed ahold of your jaw, forcing your mouth open.

He actually spat into your open mouth then before placing his large hand over your lips. “Your King just honored you again, slave, swallow it down. Yet, you don’t fucking deserve it.” You shut your eyes tight as you obeyed and swallowed his saliva down. His words hurt; why did you not deserve it? Why did you care? Why weren’t you attempting to reach for his discarded dagger to drive it into his throat? He removed his palm from your lips to allow you to speak. “Say, ‘thank you, King Ivar.’” You echoed his words and he nodded slightly in approval. “Good girl.” You pathetically lit up at the praising words.

“Now, say it properly. Who do you belong to, bitch?” You opened your mouth to speak again. “King Ivar.” He roughly grabbed your jaw and suddenly spat into your mouth, once again. His eyes only becoming more wild. He placed his palm over your mouth and commanded: “Swallow it and then when you’re done, say it fucking properly!” He sounded more and more impatient and even more dangerous and threatening than usual. You obeyed. “I-I belong to King Ivar!” You stuttered out as you gazed up at his fiery and dominating eyes and his strong form holding you down.

He rolled those same eyes before grabbing ahold of your jaw and repeating the process. You gagged now as he spat into your mouth for a third time. “Say it like you actually mean it, slave!” You forced his spit down again and spoke. “I belong to King Ivar! I belong to you! I belong to Ivar the Boneless!” He smiled sardonically in approval before moving to palm your dripping cunt that was still penetrated by his cock. He slowly continued to move inside of you. “Mhm, this cunt belongs to me. This cunt belongs to Ivar the Boneless!” He leant down and took your mouth in a rough kiss as he began pick up the pace and fuck you into the ground again.


You sat at his feet, by his great throne after yet another victory and hard fucking. He rested his hand atop your head, reminding you who you belonged to. Always longing to remind you. No one could kill him. No one could set you free. You belonged to Ivar the Boneless. All hope of escaping and reclaiming your title as Princess had gone out the window as you continued to watch the mad man conquer everything. Yet, you felt overly relieved not to be Ivar’s enemy. You maybe even almost felt a little proud now, that you were stuck as his special, little fuck toy. His pet. His slave. His.

jungkook slipping into bed after taking his shower, pulling jimin’s body closer to his by his waist, and holding him while nuzzling his neck. jimin complains about kook’s hair being wet and shrugs his shoulders b/c the water dripping down his back is cold but he doesn’t push jungkook away b/c he loves the warmth of his body and the soft mumbles of “jimin-hyung…” kook whispers into his neck while he gets comfortable.

If You Want Me

Bucky x Reader

Hello sweethearts I’m back with a little Bucky fic that I really hope you love as much as Ioved writing it. Please let me know what you thought, I cannot wait to hear from you little treasures x

Named and based on this song, in fact whenever Bucky talks about her song, this is the one. 

Summary: Bucky falls in love with a girl with a beautiful voice, but her heart has been broken one too many times and maybe, just maybe that will prevent her from ever giving him a chance to love her.

Warnings: None

Words: c. 2337

Tears dripped down your cheeks as you pulled your cardigan closer around your body.

The night air was cold and you watched your breath gather in the air, and you bit worriedly at your bottom lip.

You couldn’t even find the strength to walk any further and you fully believed if you fell here, right here in this gutter you would never get up again.

Here you were for the hundredth time, heartbroken and utterly alone.

When you’d come home from work he was simply gone, along with all his things and you couldn’t face the overwhelming emptiness that threatened to suffocate you, so you’d done what you always did. You ran. And ran. Untill you couldn’t run any further.

The club was small and smokey as you climbed the small steps up to the microphone, and you smiled shyly at your colleague, who was doing a mighty job of announcing you.

You loved your job, by day it was a tiny coffee shop struggling against the coffee giants but with a devoted attraction of students, loners and dare you say it hipsters who refused to drink the corporate brands.

By night however, it turned into bustling literary groups, poetry recitals and on Thursdays, an open mic night, and that was how you’d found yourself with your little guitar standing in front of the faces you could call each by name, shivering as you took a breath and stepping closer to the microphone, your heart hammering steadily in your chest.

A steady collective silence fell around the room as you began to sing, strumming gently on your guitar, and eyes resolutely fastened shut.

You had written this song two days after you’d returned to your empty apartment, to find your sorry excuse of an ex curled up on the carpet outside your door with his things gathered in black sacks with that stupid pleading expression on his face, and you had wanted nothing more than to let him back in and bury your face in that sweet scent of his familiarity.

But how many times do you let the same person repeatedly hurt you in the name of love?

Turning on your heel you’d turned to walk away only for him to call after you that he loved you. You hoped with all your might that he would be gone when you returned.

He was.

Tears glistened in your eyes as you slowly opened your eyes scanning the contorted faces staring back at you.

Everyone here had a similar story to you. There’s nothing quite like being alone to drive you into smokey clubs to find other like minded lonely people.

As your song began to fall away, you took to looking down again as the small smattering of applause began to ring out breaking the tranquillity that had settled around you.

As the next act stepped up, you slipped your guitar back into its case, and snapped it gently shut.

Turning around you were met with two startlingly blue eyes surrounded by tears.

“Such sadness,” he said looking you over “I’ve never heard such sadness in a song.”

You smiled shyly “I was sad when I wrote it. I’m kinda always sad, that’s my thing.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t make a joke of it.”

“That’s also kinda my thing,” you replied with a small smile.

He remained emotionless, and you knew he was struggling to find something to say.

“I need to hear you again sometime,” he finally managed and your eyes widened.

“Need to?”

“Yes need to,” he replied honestly “I feel. It’s hard to describe but I feel, something when you sing and I don’t know what it is. Does that make sense?”

“Not an ounce,” you replied, “but I sing here every Thursday night, I might see you here next week?”

“You will,” he nodded almost a little too quickly “You will.”

“Y/n,” you added offering your hand for him to shake.

“James,” he replied shaking your hand ever so delicately “But friends call me Bucky.”

“Am I a friend?” you asked gently, and his eyes locked on yours, examining them for a long time.

“Yes,” he concluded, “I think you are a friend.”

Your heart hammered in your chest a little as you watched his retreating form, slightly puzzled by the interaction. Hopefully you hadn’t just landed yourself a stalker.

When the next Thursday rolled around you were almost terrified of the prospect of singing in front of James again, but you pushed it aside. Tonight you were singing two songs, the first was a sad rendition of Moon River and the second was your own that you had sung last week.

When Moon River ended, you scanned the audience until your eyes found his, he was tucked away at the back of the room, shining eyes locked on yours and looking like the loneliest guy on the planet, and you moved closer to the microphone in a husky whisper and said “this one is for James.”

When you stepped down from the stage and made your way towards your guitar case, you watched James making his way towards the same point and you couldn’t help but be intrigued by him.

“That was beautiful,” he told you with an honest smile and immediately seemed more at ease than he had been last week.

“I wanted to apologise if I came across as too much last week, you just honestly caught me off guard. I never knew music could sound like that. When I went home I was kicking myself because you must have thought I was the biggest wacko walking.”

You couldn’t help but laugh along with him too, before bending down to pluck an item from your guitar case, and handing it gently to him.

“I made you a copy of the song,” you told him rather embarrassedly “I can’t sing the same song next week or this lot will think I’ve only got the one song in my repertoire. I figured maybe you would like it because I don’t know if I’ll play it again.”

A small dusting of blush covered his face, and he clutched the memory stick dearly.

“I’ll cherish it.” He told you with a smile somewhere between a smile and a fond look.

Bucky became a permanent fixture of your Thursday nights and you couldn’t help but look forward to your chats around your guitar case.

“Don’t you ever want to play?” you asked him as you walked the few steps towards the bar closest to your coffee shop as you had done for the past three Thursday nights.

“Absolutely not!” he laughed and you elbowed him.

“Why not?” you smiled, and he smirked back “because I’m awful doll.”

You warmed at the pet name and thanked him as he held the door open for you to slip into the bar.

“So what brings you out every Thursday if you’re not gonna sing?” you asked him nursing your drink, and he smiled shyly.

“Don’t laugh, but I was trying to broaden my musical horizons and a friend suggested I should go to an open mic night, see if I found something I liked.”

“And did you?” you asked looking at him under long lashes, and he smirked back at you.

“There was one thing, yes.”  

You smiled shyly and took a sip of your drink.

He looked at you suddenly serious and you felt the smile drop from your face as he leaned in closer.

“Who is the song about?” he asked with such gentleness as you stared into his eyes, you could see it was a genuine question not intended to intrude, or hurt.

“It was about somebody I used to love,” you replied “somebody that didn’t love me back. Not really.”

You were swirling the ice around in your empty glass now and he seemed to move a little closer.

“He was a fool,” he sighed gently, reaching out to rub his thumb along your cheek.

“James,” you sighed and he paused his thumb on your bottom lip.

“It’s Bucky. Friends call me Bucky,” and then his thumb was replaced with his lips and you almost melted off the stool into his arms.

“This is me,” you announced awkwardly, stopping at the steps of your apartment.

And he smiled sadly.

“I should get in,” you rushed, fumbling for your keys in your purse.

“I’m sorry I kissed you y/n,” he said gently causing you to stop your fussing, and you turned to face him wide eyed.

“I couldn’t help myself, I’ve wanted to kiss you since the very first time I heard you sing, but you gave me absolutely no indication that you wanted to be kissed and I did it anyway. I’m sorry.”

“I did want to,” you said softy looking over his dejected face, “I really wanted to. But it’s the aftermath of the kiss that terrifies me.”

He looked puzzled so you stepped back down off the step and turned to face him.

“Now that you’ve kissed me once. I’ll want to do it again. And if we do it again I’m afraid I’ll become attached to you.”

“And that would be so bad?” he asked disheartened.

“Yes,” you replied sadly “yes it would.”

“Because I’m just another guy waiting to break your heart right?”

“That’s not what I mean Bucky,” except it was exactly what you meant.

“You won’t take a chance on me because you think I’m like all the other guys.”

“Well aren’t you?” you replied desperately.

He turned away from you for a moment, a look resembling a snarl crossing his face.

“I’m not y/n,” he answered calmly “I have feelings for you, but it’s clear that you don’t return them, and that’s alright. Honestly it’s alright. I shouldn’t have expected you to feel the same and I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry.”

Before you could even respond he was walking purposefully down the sidewalk and out of your eyeline before you could reply.

“What’s that you’re listening to bud?” Steve asked climbing up onto the roof of his apartment to sit beside Bucky.

“It’s uh, it’s nothing really.”

“It’s nothing?” Steve pressed gently and Bucky nodded “Then why have you been listening to it on repeat for days now?”

Bucky took one look at Steve’s worried face and he was blurting out all his feelings for you before he could stop himself and everything that had happened since you’d last spoke.

“Wow,” Steve finished with a breath of disbelief, “And this is her song?”

Bucky nodded sadly.

“You want my two cents?” Steve asked and Bucky nodded.

“She was hurt badly by some other jerk, that’s what this song is about?” again Bucky nodded, and Steve turned to face him “Buck don’t you remember what that feels like? To survive something that almost killed you, to build yourself back up piece by piece and be terrified to have someone else come along and tear you back down again. Don’t you remember that?”

“Yes,” Bucky responded, lump forming in his throat.

“You just have to assure her that you’re not going to destroy her again.”

Why hadn’t Bucky known this, he would have gotten on his knees and promised you that if he had only known.

“Bucky it’s a Thursday night. It’s not too late, go get your girl!”

Bucky had been working on his speech the whole way over on his bike, what he was going to say, what he was going to prove to you.

But when he got there you were onstage singing, and something came over him that he couldn’t quite explain. He began to move towards the stage, he picked the microphone out of the announcer’s hand and began to move towards you.

As you began to sing your chorus “If you want me, satisfy me,” you were startled when a male voice began to harmonise with your own and Bucky stepped up to move beside you, never taking his eyes off you, and as your vocals fell away too overcome with shock to sing he kept the song going “If you want me, satisfy me.”

Suddenly there was no music, only you and Bucky stood in front of each other chests rising and falling rapidly.

“Y/n,” he spoke into his microphone “if you let me in. If you let me try, I promise I’ll never let you down. Just give me a chance to show you that I’m not like the others. I don’t want to be like the others.”

You weren’t even aware of the numerous eyes on you from the crowd.

“I’m sorry Bucky,” you said softly and his face fell, crushed, he began to focus on the ground.

“I’m sorry that I was such an idiot. You’re not like the others. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.” Sliding your guitar off over your shoulder and placing it gently on the ground, you moved towards him and he looked at you with those glistening eyes, and you closed the distance between you and kissed him gently on the lips, feeling his arms wrap around you and pull you as close as possible to him.

The thundering applause that rang out was what pulled you to your senses, and you giggled, wriggling half way out of his embrace, to bury your face in the front of his shirt embarrassed.

As he rode you home on his bike, you made sure not to make the same mistakes you’d made the last time he was here.

“Come on up,” you told him as he kissed you goodbye, and he smiled as he brushed his fingers over your hair.

“I better not,” he laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh at how much restrain it was taking for him to say no, as he sagged against your weight.

“But I will however, swing by and pick you up for breakfast in the morning, what do you say to that?”

You smiled and pecked his face “I’d like that very much Bucky.”

I’m afraid I can’t tag everyone because I’m away at the moment and I don’t have access to my tag list but I just had to get this up tonight, so please feel free to tag anyone you think would like to see it and I cannot believe how amazing it felt to actually post a fic again! As always I’m sending all my love your way and I’m hoping you’re living your best life.

Lana xx

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Castle: Part Three

Part One // Part Two


You weren’t considered a hero.

You weren’t considered a villain.

And that’s why they couldn’t afford to leave you out in the world.

Tony Stark had brought you in, with your fatal past and life full of dark secrets. Now within the walls of the Avengers compound, you are left with no choice but to train with the good guys - for one sole purpose. In this very line of work, Steve Rogers promises you an offer you can’t refuse - which requires you to train with the world’s most dangerous former assassin, The Winter Soldier.

notes: posting part three tomorrow. let me know your feedback please :)

violence is the main warning in this one, a slight bit of choking. but there’s some fluff in there… the SMUT is coming soon. Promise. Just please let me know your thoughts so I know if I should continue. :) please

word count: 3,603

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    While Stan walked to Bill’s house, he cursed the weather for being so unpredictable. There wasn’t supposed to be a storm this bad today, just scattered showers, that’s what the forecast had said. Stan knew, because he always had tabs on the weather. As far in advance as he could, he knew when the worst storms were going to hit. If he had known about this one, he would’ve been at Bill’s house already, maybe even have spent the night. The storm had come anyways, out of the blue, pouring down in sheets. So Stan braced himself and headed out into the downpour.

    He could barely see five feet in front of him, it had grown so bad. He tried to focus on walking, but his gaze kept drifting to the storm drain. It was making him uneasy. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind- he was doing this for Bill. He could push through. He pointedly stared ahead until the house came into view.

    Stan let himself in, knowing nobody inside would be in any shape to answer the door at the moment. Besides, he knew where Bill kept the spare key. Leaving his soggy shoes and coat by the door, he padded up to Bill’s room. He was quiet enough that Bill didn’t notice Stan in the doorway.    

    Bill was sitting on his bed, watching the storm out of the window. He was clutching a stuffed animal on his lap- Georgie’s, most likely. Stan couldn’t see his face, but his shoulders slumped, and he was quietly sniffling.


    Bill glanced around. He looked surprised, and above all, exhausted. His eyes were red and sad, and he pulled a weak smile when he saw Stan.

    “S-stan? What are you d-d-doing here?”

    “I didn’t have anywhere better to be,” Stan shrugged, “Besides, don’t you want some company?”

    This time, Bill’s smile seemed brighter. He nodded.

    “B-but first, you s-s-should c-change. You’re dripping.”

    It was true. Stan looked down to see a small puddle of water forming around his feet.

    “Fine.” He rolled his eyes, but grinned once Bill was no longer watching. If he was feeling up to being bossy, it was a good sign.

    Minutes later, Stan was changed into his favorite of Bill’s sweatshirts and a pair of pajama pants that were awkwardly small- not that Stan minded. The clothes smelled like Bill, that comforting mix of soap and grass. He climbed under the covers without speaking, quietly and hesitantly taking Bill’s hand in his own. For a moment they sat stiffly with their fingers intertwined, unsure of this new territory. Bill was the first to relax into the pillows. He was obviously exhausted, and Stan didn’t want to bother him when he was finally unwinding, but before Bill could close his eyes, Stan said quietly,

    “We’re always here for you, Bill. I’m always here for you.”

    Bill didn’t reply, but he gave a smile and a soft sigh before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. Stan was left to watch as the boy sank back, laying his head on Stan’s chest. Stan’s breath caught in his throat, and he stared in wonder, feeling completely content and safe.

I hope you enjoyed! This is new for me, I usually write my own characters, but I hope to keep doing it! ( @stenbrough because ik you said you like being tagged :) )

First Kiss (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

A little one-shot-something to enjoy while I’m working on requests!


Rating: Quite the fluff here, passionate fluff-filled Newt helps me get out of bed in the morning. 

“Y/n?” Newt called out with a slight huff of disappointment. Where had you gone off to? One moment you were behind him tending to the Bowtruckles while he fed the Niffler, and the next time he turned around you had seemingly disappeared.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the dinners, cuddles, and long walks you two had begun doing when you began to further cultivate your relationship a few months ago…rather it was just that the time spent with you taking care of the creatures in his case was his absolute favorite of them all. To see you so maternal and patient to even his most stubborn beasts, to see the wonderment that brightened up your face when he was able to show you something new, but most of all to revel in the fact that you truly enjoyed his passions and his company.

“Y/n?” He knew you hadn’t to have wandered too far, so he merely rolled his sleeves up and began checking a few enclosures while softly calling for you.

He finally discovered your whereabouts when he strolled into the Thunderbird exhibit. You appeared perfectly satisfied just to stand in the pouring rain to observe Frank in his natural element, watching the graceful beast with shimmering E/C eyes.

Newt, however, was admiring the sight just before him, in a sort of trance as the rainwater slowly seeped into your clothing and dampened your H/C hair that shimmered as lighting flashed and thunder cracked.

“He’s so majestic in the rain,” You hummed thoughtfully, fiddling with your hands behind your back as you looked to Newt, who had the courtesy to cover you with what you assumed was a magic invisible umbrella of sorts that flowed from his wand. “Don’t like water?” you teased, flashing him a flirtatious smile that immediately made his cheeks flush.

“N-no, I was worried you may be cold,” he explained timidly as he averted his gaze, your chest blossoming with affection at his instincts to keep you safe and happy.

Your hair produced it’s own raindrops from its soaking state, plopping onto the puddles below that gave you a bit of a silly idea. “It’s actually quite warm, see?” you giggled, kicking the puddle and dramatically spraying the wizard with a small shower of rainwater.

The invisible umbrella disappeared as Newt attempted to block himself with a chuckle, “Y-Y/n!”  he muttered, though with a youthful smile.

His childish instincts took over for the moment, as he didn’t hesitate to splash you back, though he took the more effective route of cupping water from a small pool that collected in the worn wooden platform and spraying its contents over your head, since he was taller than you.

“Oh, you’ve done it now, Mister Scamander,” you growled playfully, quickly grabbing an empty food bucket that had now collected a hefty amount of rainwater, giving you quite the upper hand as you chased your snickering Hufflepuff.

The two of you laughed at one another as you pursued Newt around the enclosure, his nimble legs carrying him over the rocky obstacles and wooden platform along the habitat much faster than you. Still, you knew you had the advantage, as Frank had taken quite a liking to you in the last few months. So as soon as Newt rounded a corner with a nervous chuckle, you hopped onto the main platform and scrambled for hidden cover under Frank’s wing. The Thunderbird gave a light squawk to acknowledge your presence and call for Newt’s attention as he ran past.

The magizoologist skidded to a halt, arms slightly flailing to prevent him from slipping in the rainwater as he turned to the enormous beast, green eyes wide and on the lookout when he didn’t hear your giggling behind him. Having the keenly trained eye for his creatures, Newt barely suppressed a grin when he noted Frank’s left wing slightly shuffle unnaturally. “Where’d she go, Frank?” he whispered upon approaching the Thunderbird, as though he were divulging a secret. “Don’t suppose she’s hiding underrrr…” Newt lurched forward to lightly brush at Frank’s wing, prompting him to lift it and reveal—nothing. “…here?”

Instead, Newt blinked rapidly in surprise as Frank suddenly leaped into the sky of the enclosure to hover, the wind from his flapping wings causing Newt to step back just off the platform as he scanned the area for you.

He didn’t need to look far, though, as you had crept up from behind and took the opportunity of his distraction to fling the bucket’s contents over his head. Newt could only give a small yelp, followed by a soft “O-oh dear!”, the bucket effectively soaking him all the more, which made you burst into a fit of laughter that roared over the thunder.

Frank landed back on the wooden platform with a ground shaking thud, giving a curt screech of amusement himself.

“T-truce!” Newt spluttered out, hands in the air as he shook his soaking cinnamon curls from his freckled face with a chuckle.

“I win!” you giggled excitedly, running a hand through your H/C locks as the rain continued to pour and drench your already soaking clothes.

An almost frivolous grin graced Newt’s features, the corners of his eyes crinkling in pure elation as his seafoam gaze appeared to be utterly captivated by your mere presence.

It was right then, when he looked up at you and saw your wet form: clothes clinging to your skin, rain droplets catching on your eyelashes, and your mirthful E/C eyes that it dawned on him the sheer natural beauty you possessed, that it was you who was his favorite of all his creatures in the wide expanse of his case.

Newt felt his heart thunder in his chest: you were his ideal aesthetic. Your delicate H/C hair now dripping down your shoulders and framing your angelic face so divinely, water droplets catching on your eyelashes as you panted through rose-petal lips that curved into the most genuine of smiles. Your laughter rang like perfectly tuned bells, echoing in his head that was only occupied with thoughts of your humor, kindness, and bravery he greatly admired. It was in this moment of perfection he wanted to assimilate every detail of your being, to memorize the curvature of your hips, the outline of your enchanting smile, and count every eyelash atop your deep, sparkling E/C eyes he could melt in and lose himself for all eternity.

“What?” you asked with a slight scoff, the corners of your lips twitching into a smile, E/C eyes scanning the wizard to decipher what exactly he was thinking as he continued to stare at you in…wonder, perhaps?

Newt let out a sigh interwoven with a slight whimper of relief, a thoughtful smile crinkling his freckled nose as you noticed tears begin to brim his now slightly-dilated saturated green eyes.

Your expression turned to one of concern as you dropped the bucket with a clatter. “Newt are you–”

But the wizard only shook his honey-curled head dotingly. Mustering all of his combusting emotions into courage, he took the plunge, closing the distance between the two of you, his soaking wet form enveloping you in an affectionate embrace. His lips crashed his into yours, lean arms snaking around your waist and tracing up your spine, pouring his every impassioned thought and desire through the intimate contact and purposeful touches.

Now this, this was what bliss felt like. Newt found no other conceivable word to accurately define the hurricane of euphoria that wreaked welcomed havoc in his heart.

You gave a soft sigh of pleasure when he slightly retracted for air, your sign of enthusiasm giving Newt the adrenaline-induced encouragement to dive in again. His movements were softer now, soothing and sweet as heated fervor gave way to warm sincerity. Newt’s hands ever-so-gently trailed up from your waist to caress your cheek as his lips pulled away from yours and ghosted along your cheek breathlessly. You felt the unmistakable sensation of his shy smile against your skin that shivered with rapture in response to sensual butterfly kisses he left in his wake.

“I adore you,” he cooed affectionately, his warm breath in your ear inciting bristling goosebumps that only intensified the meaning of his flawlessly delivered confession.

You had no words, though as Newt pulled back to rest his forehead against yours, your watery E/C eyes and quivering smile spoke worlds to him. He gave a deep chuckle that you easily reciprocated, the two of you practically intoxicated on adrenaline, reducing you both to a giggling, tearful, elated mess. And it was there you stayed for the evening, embracing one another and whispering sweet nothings in the heavy rain.

Though it was the first of oh-so-many, you always savoured the memory of this particular moment where you shared your first kiss with the magizoologist you wholeheartedly adored.

And as it would be, Frank began conjuring similar heavy rainstorms, if and when you and Newt visited his habitat together.

Suffice to say, the Thunderbird exhibit quickly became Newt’s favorite enclosure.

Hope you enjoyed! 

A big thanks to those who have liked/reblogged and have left such lovely feedback in the comments, I appreciate all the love and support I’ve gotten, it’s an honor to write for all of you!

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Castle: Part Three (preview)

Part One // Part Two


You weren’t considered a hero.

You weren’t considered a villain.

And that’s why they couldn’t afford to leave you out in the world.

Tony Stark had brought you in, with your fatal past and life full of dark secrets. Now within the walls of the Avengers compound, you are left with no choice but to train with the good guys - for one sole purpose. In this very line of work, Steve Rogers promises you an offer you can’t refuse - which requires you to train with the world’s most dangerous former assassin, The Winter Soldier.

notes: posting part three tomorrow. let me know your feedback please :)

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Tricky Little Lost Girl (Peter Pan x Reader)

Warning: A lil’ sexual… not too bad

You had a knack for making boys fall for you. Even the trickiest of players couldn’t stop themselves from wanting you. Many nights were spent pleasing yourself with a boy and then leaving without a trace before they woke up the next, leaving them to wonder if it was all just a fantastic dream.

You had plans for the new boy at school. You set out your best outfit to put on when you woke up. But you didn’t wake up in your room. You woke up on an island.

You scrambled to your feet and looked around. You were on a white, sandy beach. About twenty strides away was a thick forest. You turned around and gazed at the ocean.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a voice said. You spun around and punched whoever spoke.

“Who are you?” you demanded. The boy chuckled, rubbing where you punched him.

“I’m Peter Pan, darling,” he said. You narrowed your eyes and spun him around, forcing him onto a rock, trapping him. (You’re such a badass! Go you)

“Listen here boy,” you growled. “I’m not going to play games with you. Tell me who you are and where I am. NOW!” Pan smirked, finding him extremely turned on by your aggressiveness.

“Oh, but I’m telling the truth,” he said. “I’m Peter Pan. And this,” he gestured around him, “is Neverland.”


In the few months that you had been on Neverland, you learned to love it. You were just like any other Lost Boy. The boys treated you the same as they would with a boy. You appreciated that.

You thought about doing what you did best with the boys, but figured it’d be the most fun to mess with the man himself, Peter Pan.

“(Y/n)!” Pan called out. He needed you to do something for him. You emerged from behind a tree, your (h/l) (h/c) hair dripping with water. You bit your lip and looked at him with your beautiful (e/c) eyes. Pan just stared at you in awe.

“Yes, Peter?” you said, daring to call him by his first name. He didn’t correct you, finding it sexy, wishing you were screaming it.

“I need you to, uh…” he said snapping back into reality. ‘Climb into my bed,’ he thought before telling you what he needed from you.

“Of course,” you said before turning away to do what he asked.


Pan couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted you. He needed you. He was far past the point of being ashamed for falling this hard for you. He walked outside.

“(Y/n)!” Pan called. You looked at him. “Meet me in my tree house. I need to talk to you about something.” All the other boys gasped and gave you a sorry look. You simply smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted to 'talk’ to you about.

“You called, Peter?” you said entering his treehouse. The boy wasted no time: he grabbed you and smashed his lips against yours.

Part Two??? (Will be smut)

Preference #1, IM5: When You Realize You Love Him


 You and him liked to have lazy days where you’d sit around in one of his button ups and eat pancakes and nutella all day. And you’d just stare at each other in between the long pauses in your conversation about video games and politics and the world in general. His lips would curl at the ends as he watched you go on and on about something you surely wouldn’t care about in 10 minutes. And one day after having eaten your weight in peanut butter, you caught him gazing at you. Not lustfully, but just with true and unkempt admiration. “You’re gorgeous.” he said as you started to make your way over to him, only arm length away.He sits atop the counter legs spread with the empty jar of peanut butter between them. He put his knees to either side of him.

“Say it again.” you whisper, leaning your forehead on his. His hand are on your waist and his eyes are closed. You watch him. 

“You. Are. Gorgeous."He says his big brown orbs suddenly flicking towards you. He then quickly swipes his finger through some of the peanut butter and wipes it across your cheek, grinning cheekily.

"Cole!” You squeal. He laughs and dashes into the other room.

“You gotta catch me babe!”

You smiled to yourself. Yeah, he’s the one.


 Unlike other guys, Dana actually enjoys shopping with you. You were currently browsing through forever 21 when Dana pointed out a pair of ripped, high waisted shorts.

“Baby, those would look amazing on you.” He says nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you stare at them. They looked cute, but that certainly wouldn’t be the case if you actually put them on.

“I don’t think so, Dana.” You say trying to move on to the next rack. He catches your hand

“You’re beautiful, try them on.” He say matter-of-factly You smile and lower your gaze in embarrassment.

“Alright, pushy, I’ll try them on.” You swipe your size off the rack and go into one of the empty dressing rooms. You strip off your pants and put on the shorts. He was right they do look amazing on you. You bend over to grab your phone, when you feel a sudden and hot wetness in between your legs, you look down in horror to see the crotch of the shorts stained red with blood. Your period. You scream internally, mentally kicking yourself. This is why you should  track your period, you think. You knock on the door to get Dana’s attention.

“What’s wrong? Do they fit?” He asks. You shake your head

“They fit perfectly, but I had a bit of an accident.” Dana laughs

"What did you pee on yourself?” He jokes. You roll your eyes.

“Not exactly.” There is a long pause as Dana puts the pieces together

“Oh….OH. Oh my gosh. Okay. Um hold on. ” You hear the dressing room door next to you open and shut and see Dana’s shoes.

“Give me the shorts.” He whispers. Confused, you obey. You hear him pop the lid off his very berry Hi-C and see it drip onto the floor. What the hell is he doing?, you think. He passes you his sweatshirt. You wrap it around your waist and put on your pants. And suddenly he’s bursting out of the dressing room. ”EXCUSE ME! THERE IS RED JUICE ALL OVER THESE SHORTS! WHAT HORRIBLE SERVICE! I WILL NEVER SHOP HERE AGAIN.” He shouts throughout the store . You come out of your dressing room. Dana throws the shorts down and grabs your hand, storming out quickly.

“You good?” He asks inspecting your face.  He tas your hand in his rolling your fingers with the pads of his.You nod with a smile.

“Yeah, babe, I’m good.”


Though David appears to be intimidating he’s actually the biggest sweetheart in the world. He would buy you random gifts, like teddy bears for when you got lonely. Or a Spiderman t-shirt for when you missed him. And of course seeing as they are on tour you’d worn it to bed just about every night.You’d never missed someone so much in your entire lif and were positive that you would just about die of boredom in his absence. 4 weeks. It was the longest you’d ever been apart. He facetimed you when he could and texted all the time, texting you good morning right on time, despite the time difference.But today was the day. He would be at the airport waiting for you. Your phone rings and you glance at it smiling as you realize its David. 

“Yes?” you say sweetly. 

“Hey, sweetie.” He replied, his voice dragging. You noted this.

“Whats wrong?”

“I don’t think I’ll make it back tonight? We got asked to do another show so I’ll be out here for at least another week. ”

“But, Dav-”

“I’m really sorry, baby. I miss you., but I’ve got to go.” The line clicks. You stare at your phone for a second. You wanted to throw it across the room you were so upset. 

“Honey, there’s someone at the door for you!” your father calls.

“Tell them to go away!” you shout back. 

“You might want to see them before you make them leave!" 

You roll your eyes and traipse down the stairs. You open the door not sure who to expect.


You hop in to his arms full force. “Whoa. I guess you missed me too, huh?” he laughs. You pull away and hit his chest

"Don’t ever do that again or I’ll kill you, alright?”

He gets very serious holding you tight in his arms, “Alright.” 

“I love you, okay? I’ve never missed anyone so much in my life.”

He seems slightly stunned. “I-I love you too.”

You nod. “You better.” with a laugh.


“Really, Gabe?” You say picking up his underwear that was strewn across the floor. He doesn’t eve glance up from whatever stupid game he was playing. "Hello? Earth to Gabe?“

He quickly clicks a button and looks up at you in the doorway. 

"What? What do you want now?”

“I want you to keep your dirty underwear off the floor, that would help.” he sucks his teeth in irritation and goes back to playing his game.

“Whatever, man.” he mutters. “Leave me alone.”

 You raise an eyebrow. “Gladly.”  and storm off towards the front door swiping your keys off the table.

“Wait! Wait baby, I didn’t mean that!” He says chasing after you. You whip around.

“Oh did you pause your video game just for me? I’m flattered.” you snark turning back towards the door. He catches your hand and slowly intertwines your fingers.

“Baby, don’t be like that. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rude. I’m a dick.”

Ah, yes. Those two magic words that Gabe almost never uttered. I’m sorry. You smile looping your arms around his neck.

And…” you say. He scoffs.

“And I can’t live without you.”


“I can’t stand you.” you say as you watch your boyfriend dance while cooking. 

“You know you love it .” He replies doing his signature body roll. 

Dork.” you say as he tastes the sauces he was making. He takes a big slurp and it splashes up around his mouth. You laugh.

“You got a little something there.” You say. He smirks.

“Gimme a kish.” he says getting so close he’s hovering over you.

“Oh my god, Will, go away!” You squeal. Some of the sauce drips onto your face. “Ewwww! Will, get off of me!" 

"Not until you give me a kiss.” He says still smirking like an idiot. 

“Fine. Fine.” You say giving in. He smiles an kisses you. Disregard the fact that you had a goatee of sauce now, it was genuinely the best kiss he’d ever given you. He pulls away, most of the sauce rubbed into his face. 

"Kiss of the Week?" 

You shake your head. “Kiss of the Century.” 

He laughs. “I love you.” 

"Eh, you’re okay.” you reply. He smiles with a raised eyebrow. “I love you, too, you dork.”

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My Brother's Best Friend-Anon Request

Helloooo guys :D I’m really happy today because school ended yesterday for me. I feel so nostalgic cause we posted pictures that we took from all throughout the year and ughh the feels, haha :P

Anywho, I’m back with another request! Beware, its long, 8 or 9 pages from word (depends on the size I write) and 2942 if that interests any of you ^_^

Sooo I really hope you enjoy it Anon, I hope that 3 years is a big enough age difference for you.

And I hope everyone enjoys it else as well,

-Love, Sarah

(Y/n)=Your name (C/n)=Crush’s name (B/n)=Brother’s name (E/c)=Eye colour

‘Can you write one where your crush is your much older brother’s best friend’

I was woken up on this glorious Saturday morning-not so glorious now-by my obnoxious brother and his friend playing video games. I groaned and rolled around in my bed before pulling the covers over my head. Seeing as that didn’t help, I put my pillow over my head. And when that didn’t help I threw the covers off of me and stepped off of my bed and onto the cold floor. With my tamper rising by second, I stalked up to brother’s room and started banging loudly on his door.

‘’(B/n)! Turn it down you two! I’m trying to sleep!’’

(B/n) shouted back something incoherent and turned the volume of his TV up. I shook my head before pounding my fist against the door, now more furious than ever.

‘’Open this door (B/n)! I will break your TV and your stupid console if you don’t open this-‘’ My hand was caught, mid-pound by a hand that did not belong to my brother.

I slowly looked up to find myself staring back at (c/n). I had no idea that he was the friend that my brother had over for the night. He stood there in his shirtless glory and only a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His (e/c) eyes sparkled as he looked down at me with raised eyebrows. His bed hair made him look incredibly sexy and he had a little bit of stubble growing on his cheeks and chin. I swallowed as he smirked down at me before releasing my hand.

‘’Would you guys mind turning the volume down?’’ I asked in a small voice.

I watched as (c/n)’s eyes quickly travelled up and down the length of my body before looking into my eyes. I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks as I realized I was dressed in only a pair of very short shorts and a tank top. It was my turn to raise my eyebrows as the 19 year old grinned down at me.

‘’We do mind, so go back to your room!’’ (B/n) yelled from the inside of his room.

I frowned and restrained myself to go in and slap some sense into his head.

‘’I’ll turn it down.’’ I looked up at (c/n) to find him smiling down at me.

‘’Oh, thanks.’’ He winked at me before slowly walking backwards into the room. As soon as he shut the door, I let out a sigh I didn’t know I was holding. I could hear my brother argue with (c/n) and after a few seconds, the volume was turned down. I smile to myself before skipping back into my room.

There, I plopped down on my bed and let out another sigh. (C/n)’s toned chest flashed back into my mind and shook my head before getting up and grabbing a towel. A shower would clear my head of those thoughts.

Turns out the shower didn’t really help. The water dripping down on the walls made me think of (c/n)’s dripping chest when he got out of the water at one of our many trips to the beach. They were family trips, but (c/n) being (b/n)’s best friend, he came almost everywhere with us. I still couldn’t help but wonder how such a nice guy like (c/n) ended up being best friends with my stupid, obnoxious brother.

I sighed and shook my head as I slipped a clean sweater over my head. After slipping my phone into one of my sweatpants’ pockets I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, I was starving.

I rolled my eyes as my brother’s loud laugh reached my ears. I walked into the kitchen ignoring the faces that (b/n) was pulling at me as I made my way towards the fridge. I couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at (c/n)’s very muscular bare back. After raiding the fridge for a good 2 minutes I turned around and spotted the box of my pizza on the counter.

‘’(B/n)! That was mine!’’ I huffed as I walked past (c/n). I lifted the lid of the box only to find it empty. ‘’(B/n)!’’ I groaned.

His response was to burp at me and he seemed to find that incredibly funny. I rolled my eyes at him before shoving the empty pizza box at him and walking back to the fridge angrily. I finally settled on a plate of spaghetti from two nights ago, I was still mad though because pizza is my life.

A chair scrapped loudly against the tile floor just as the microwave beeped. I glanced at (b/n) who was stretching before taking my plate out of the microwave.

‘’Well, I’m off to shower.’’ (B/n) said as he walked towards the entrance of the kitchen.

‘’No one cares.’’ I replied with a smirk. I caught him flipping me the bird before he disappeared behind the doorway. I rolled my eyes before going back to eating my spaghetti.

I was very uncomfortable because (c/n) was still there. He hadn’t said a word since I came in and he was just sitting there, across from me.

‘’You guys have a pretty special relationship.’’ I almost choked on the pasta that I was swallowing; anyone would if they’d heard the cute chuckle that escaped his lips.

I shrugged before looking up at him. ‘’He’s a pain.’’

‘’You love him though.’’ I raised my eyebrows at (c/n) before shrugging again.

‘’Sure.’’ I replied before looking back down at my plate of spaghetti.

‘’C’mon, he’s a cool guy.’’ (C/n) urged on.

Shaking my head, I laughed before looking up at him. ‘’Nice guys don’t bring a different girl home every week. I’m actually surprised to see you here and not some blonde girl with big boobs and a small ass running out of my-’’

‘’Okay, I got it.’’ A laugh escaped (C/n)’s mouth as held a hand up to stop my rambling.

‘’You know it’s true.’’ I rolled my eyes before going back to eating my pasta, but not without letting my eyes wander down (c/n)’s toned chest and arms.

‘’So, do you usually stare at shirtless guys while eating pasta?’’

I coughed a little before swallowing my mouthful of pasta.

‘’Says the guy walking around his friend’s house without a shirt.’’ I raised my eyebrows at (c/n), feeling my heart thump in my chest as he laughed loudly.

I chuckled to myself and quickly finished my plate of spaghetti before getting up walking over to the sink to wash my dirty plate. I could feel (c/n)’s eyes on me the whole time and it was making me very uncomfortable. As soon as I was done washing my plate, I made a dash for the kitchen entrance, only to be held back by an arm blocking my way.

I frowned before looking up at (c/n). I was taken back because of how close he was. I swallowed audibly before trying to unwrap his arm from around my waist, how we ended up in that position, I don’t know.

‘’What are you doing?’’ I asked, breathless as I felt his lips touch my flaming cheek. He then pulled me closer to him before resting his forehead on mine. I had almost stopped breathing at that point; I was confused but mostly nervous. My arms laid limply at my side as (c/n) tightened his grip on my waist. I felt his hand cup my cheek before he leaned in until he was just a breath away from my lips. His (e/c) eyes bore into mine and he let out a small chuckle.

He suddenly pulled away from me, his eyes wide as he stared down at his hands. He shot me a confused look before running out of the kitchen.

*Time skip*

(C/n) hadn’t been to our house in two weeks. My parents had asked (b/n) loads of questions to which he answered with very vague answers before storming up to his room or out of the house. It had also been two weeks since my brother said a word to me. No pranks, no insults, no nothing. For the third time this week I gathered my courage and made my way to (b/n)’s room. I knocked three times before taking a step away from the door.

‘’Who is it?’’ His voice sounded slightly muffled.

‘’It’s me, can you open the door?’’ I shifted nervously from foot to foot as I waited for an answer. I’d been waiting for about two minutes and he still hadn’t said a thing. I felt a lump rise in my throat as tears welled up in my eyes.

I knocked again, this time a little louder. ‘’(B/n), why aren’t you talking to me?’’ My voice cracked and I felt tears stream down my cheeks. Nothing. I sighed before wiping my tears away and knocking again. ‘’(B/n)?’’

The door suddenly swung open and a very frustrated looking (b/n) appeared at the doorstep. ‘’What!’’ His voice rang through the hallway and I took a step back, feeling scared.

‘’Why are you mad at me?’’ His expression softened for a second but his frown quickly returned.

‘’Leave me alone.’’ And with that he slammed the door in my face. I didn’t have the courage to knock again so I ran back to my room, tears streaming down my face.

I pondered whether to call my parents or not but then I remembered they were both at work. The only other person who knew (b/n) better than I did was (c/n).

I quickly dialled his number, my hands shaking and my vision slightly blurry because of my tears.

(C/n) picked up after the first ring. ‘’Hello?’’

‘’(C/n), I need your help.’’ I said, trying to keep my sobs in.

‘’Hey, why are you crying? What’s wrong?’’ Hearing his worried voice over the line instantly calmed me.

‘’Its (b/n), he won’t talk to me.’’ I wiped some of my tears away before plopping down on my bed.

I heard him curse under his breath before he let out a low groan. ‘’I’m so sorry, its my fault. I didn’t think he’d stop talking to you as well.’’

‘’What are you talking about?’’ I asked, now confused.

‘’He’s mad at me…’’ (C/n) answered with a sigh.

‘’But why isn’t he talking to me?’’

(C/n) groaned again and I heard the sound of a set of keys. ‘’Listen, I’m coming over, I’ll try to knock some sense into his head.’’

‘’Okay, hurry please.’’ I clutched the phone close to my ear as I leaned against the wall behind me.

‘’I will, and let him answer the door, okay?’’


And the line went dead.

*Time skip*

Someone had been ringing the doorbell for almost five minutes, and I assumed it was (c/n), so I didn’t leave my room. After a while, I heard (b/n)’s bedroom door slam close and then him going down the stairs.

I quietly walked out of my room and crouched down at the top of the staircase. (B/n) flung the door open and stood there for a few seconds before closing it.

‘’If you don’t move your foot, I’ll do it for you and I won’t be nice.’’ My brother groaned as he struggled to push the door closed until he was pushed back into the house. (C/n) walked in, looking furious before slamming the door behind him.

‘’I really don’t give a damn if you stop talking to me but don’t ignore your sister!’’

(B/n) laughed humourlessly before crossing his arms over his chest.

‘’She called you?’’

‘’She did. She was crying because her brother stopped talking to her!’’ (C/n) took a step closer to (b/n) who shook his head.

‘’She was probably faking it, just like you faked being my friend just to get in her pants!’’

I frowned, now feeling more confused than ever. (C/n) wanted to get in my pants?

‘’No man, don’t say that. You’re my best friend and I know how protective you are of (y/n). And I never tried anything-‘’

‘’Bullshit! You told me you almost kissed her!’’ (B/n) ran a hand through his hair before taking a step away from (c/n).

‘’Key word almost! I remembered how mad you’d get, so I didn’t.’’ (C/n) yelled, seemingly frustrated at my brother.

‘’Get out of my face, man.’’ (B/n) pointed a finger to the door but (c/n) ignored it.

‘’No, not before you apologize to your sister!’’

‘’She’s just as wrong as you are!’’ My brother yelled back angrily.

‘’She didn’t do anything wrong, don’t be a dick, (b/n).’’ (C/n) said, more calmly.

‘’She didn’t push you away!’’ (B/n) shook his head before running a hand through his hair.

‘’Don’t blame it on her, man.’’ (C/n)’s expression softened and for a moment, I felt that he really cared about me.

‘’Don’t tell me what to do! You’re 19 and she’s just 16! Who does that? Both of you I’m not talking to any of you ever again.’’ (B/n) turned around and tried to walk away but (c/n) grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

(B/n) ripped his arm away from (c/n)’s grip before punching him straight in the nose. My eyes widened as (c/n) stumbled backward, clutching his nose. A gasp escaped my lips when he fell and knocked his head against the brown table next to the door.

I sprung up from my crouching position and almost flew down the stairs before running towards (c/n) and pass a frozen (b/n).

‘’(C/n)!’’ I got on my knees and helped (c/n) into a sitting position. (C/n) groaned, obviously in a lot of pain with one hand clutching his nose and the other the back of his head.

I turned around and shot (b/n) a glare before helping (c/n) to his feet.

*Time skip*

‘’Are you sure you don’t want to get your head checked out? My mom’s a doctor remember, I’m-‘’

(C/n) placed a hand over my mouth to shush me. He chuckled before taking his hand away. ‘’I’ll be fine, don’t worry.’’ He shifted a little on the toilet seat before looking up at me.

‘’What if you have a concussion? Did you forget anything from the past-‘’

‘’You worry too much, (y/n)!’’ He laughed softly before throwing away the bloody paper I’d used to stop his nosebleed.

I sighed before smiling apologetically at him. ‘’Sorry, I’m just… I worry a lot about the people I care about.’’

A smile overtook (c/n)’s face and I could feel my heart race in my chest.

‘’So you care about me huh?’’ (C/n) asked with a grin.

I felt my cheeks heat up under his gaze. I shrugged before getting up. I occupied myself with cleaning the bathroom up and putting away the first aid kit. When I was done I turned around to find (c/n) standing in front of me with his hands shoved inside on his pockets.

He smiled before holding his hand out to me. I frowned but placed my right hand in his left one nonetheless. I gasped when he pulled me hard against his chest before wrapping his arms around my waist.

‘’So, hum, I never got my kiss.’’ (C/n) smirked down at me and I frowned before shaking my head.

‘’I’m not that kind of girl.’’ I said, trying to push him away.

‘’I know, do you think I would’ve let your brother punch me if I just wanted to get in your pants?’’ (C/n) leaned his forehead on mine and I breathed in nervously.

‘’Uhh, no?’’

‘’That’s right,’’ He laughed softly and then, I felt his hand cup my cheek. ‘’Listen, I know that… I really, really like you… And I know you’re just 16 and I’m turning 20 in a few months, and going to university next fall but, I was hoping you’d like to… Do you want to be my girlfriend?’’ For the first time in a long time, (c/n) looked nervous.

My heart was beating so fast I thought it’d burst right through my chest. My hand were still on (c/n)’s chest from when I’d tried pushing him away, and I could feel his heart beating fast under my palms.

I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face and I nodded eagerly before wrapping my arms around (c/n)’s neck. He looked down at me with a smile, and he looked so happy and his smile was beautiful.

Before I knew it, (c/n)’s lips were on mine. My eyes widened in surprise before slowly dropping closed. (C/n)’s lips moved slowly against mine while his thumb stroked my cheek softly. I hesitantly kissed him back, not really knowing what I was doing, just following his lead. His arm around my waist pulled me close to him but it didn’t seem enough for him. The hand that was stroking my cheek dropped down to my waist and pressed my body against his. My lungs were burning but I didn’t want to pull away. Slowly, oh so slowly, (c/n)’s lips detached themselves from mine and his forehead fell on my shoulder.

We were both breathing heavily, trying to regain our breaths. A giggle escaped my lips I pressed a kiss to (c/n)’s cheek. A knock on the door made me jump but (c/n) didn’t release his grip on me.

‘’I’ll never forgive you if you guys are making babies in there.’’

I laughed but my voice was muffled my (c/n)’s chest. I lifted my head from his chest before pressing another kiss to his lips. He smiled down at me released me from his grip.

‘’You shouldn’t be talking, you have a lot to be forgiven about!’’

And then, (c/n) and I were kissing, yet again, and it was wonderful.

The End

ASDFGHJKL! The feels, okay how cute was that? I know it was super long but I couldn’t stop writing and I didn’t want to cut some of it, it wouldn’t have been the same ^_^ 

I personally hate short imagines, that’s why mine are always so long. And this one, wow, its pretty long, haha :P

Soo I hope everyone enjoyed this very very long imagine, especially you dear Anon :)

Well that’s all for tonight. I’m gonna get started on another request but I don’t know when I’ll update, I’ve got exams next week (Tuesday and Wednesday) and I still haven’t started revising… Oops?

Anywho, I hope you guys all have a great week end (one more day, you can do it)!

-Love, Sarah

anonymous asked:

*sighs in relief* Well, I guess we should continue. We should hurry to get that ink to... *looks at the puddles of ink around* the Lord. The faster the better. I don't think Alice will be very happy we are trying to help him, so we better not get caught. -Anon C

*The ink drips down from the walls. The sound of your voices carries a little in the space. Deciding not to wait any longer you continue finding a door leading to a storage space. An elevator exit sign hangs pointing to the left while “Heavenly Toys” points to the right* 

Info: Y/N=your name, Y/H/C=your hair color, Y/N/N=your nickname

You smiled as Anakin ran his hands through your y/h/c hair, the suds dripping down onto the shower floor. Soon your hair was clear from the soap and conditioners and you switched places to do Anakin’s hair. You scrubbed your fingers through his light brown slightly tangled hair the soap making your fingers slip through easily.

“Don’t you brush your hair Ani” you asked as you undid a particularly stubborn knot.

“You don’t brush curly hair after it dries Y/N, I’d look like a Wookie if I brushed my hair dry” You giggled at his explanation not knowing that he could be that shallow. You were quickly distracted by Anakin’s particularly muscular back as you helped the bubbles rinse from his hair. You didn’t know how Anakin you be attracted to a body like yours. Your body was a far cry from the muscular forms the Jedi most often sported.

“What’s wrong Y/N” Anakin asked turning around to face you.

“Nothing Ani.” You said as you discreetly tried to hide your soft belly.

“Nothing? Y/N, your mind is so jumbled at conflicted” Anakin said stroking your cheek.

“I thought you said you would not look into my mind?!” You said trying to draw on some anger to distract him from your feelings.

“I didn’t! I am just picking up on the emotions your projecting” Anakin defended himself.

“It’s really nothing Ani” You said folding yourself into his arms.

“It doesn’t feel like nothing Y/N/N” He prodded laying a kiss on your shoulder.

“It really is I was just wondering how you could be so attracted to me; I look like Jabba the Hutt next to you” You said trying to laugh off your self-depreciating comment.

“I have met Jabba the Hutt and you are nowhere near Jabba the Hutt, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I don’t want someone super muscular if I wanted that I would date Obi Wan” He teased kissing your nose.

“I love you Ani” You say and he laughs picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bed throwing you on soaking wet.

heart-baek-bleed  asked:

Could you please let Admin Y wrote a long scene about how Itachi cries over his dead lover?

Hmmm…Alrighty! c: 

Drip, drop.

Drip, drop.

It all happened too soon. It all happened in a blink of an eye. He felt his heart grow heavier with the news before him. 

Itachi… (y/n)’s gone. I’m sorry, but…(y/n)’s gone.” 

Itachi held his composure as he left to isolation. He breathed in deeply and exhaled. The rain came down hard outside while he sat in his room. There was no sign of this storm letting up, with wind riling up. He looked out the window, drops of rain streaming down against the glass. A small, bitter smile formed on his lips. “Don’t cry for me,” he said in the small voice, “I will be fine.” The rain came down even harder, as if it felt even worse for Itachi. His vision blurred momentarily at this sight, but he shook his head. 

“You always said I should smile more. Don’t make me have to say that to you too,” he chuckled softly as a tear rolled down his cheek, “I’ll be with you soon, (y/n). For now, please don’t cry anymore…” By now, his entire vision blurred and his cheeks were wet with tears. 

I love you, (y/n),” he said softly to himself. 

The rain lessened gradually over time. Under the rain, Itachi dragged on with his life, keeping one goal in mind.

Admin Y

[Sorry for disappearing out of no where everyone! I’m back now and ready for action!]

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 there is blooddripping from is fingers but he is smiling a relaxed                                               kind of smile, content. is he hurt? has he hurt someone else? a                                                   mixture of fear & curiosity surge along her spine as she approaches