i swear i know his last name


IMAGINE: Years ago (Y/N) and Steve were in a relationship, however something happened that made him cruelly break up with her. Now that the Avengers need her help, what will happen between the two of them? 

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warnings: swearing, violence, angst. 

word count: 2 k+ 

(Y/N) fiddled with her pen as she stared at Fury and Tony sitting down opposite of her desk. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and smiled at them.

“Do we have an agreement?” Fury asked as he briefly looked at the contract.

Her smile became more predatory, “Fury,” she started, his last name coming off smoothly from her tongue. “You and I both know that my people look at every contract before I sign them.” 

“Get one of them here then.”

“Fury, if this is how you save the world then I really fear for the human existence,” she chastised. 

“(Y/N),” Tony waned.

She smiled, this time more friendly and happy, “Just having a laugh, Stark.” (Y/N), with her left hand pressed a button on her desk. A few moments later the door opened and walked in a well dressed man. 

“Timothy, look over this for me.”

(Y/N) looked at the Seattle skyline, enjoying the beautiful view. She paid no attention to the three men behind her, paid no attention as they debated the terms inside the contract.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? The contract is ready to sign.”

“So quickly?” She asked, not turning around.

“The terms are stated clearly, and obviously they learnt from last time.”

(Y/N) smiled as she remembered what happened the last time. Finally, she turned around and walked to them. Pen in hand, she grasped the contract and signed wherever it needed her signature.

She looked up at Tony and Fury, “Guess I’m working for the Avengers.”

Steve gawked as he watched (Y/N) strut into the conference room like she owned the place. He looked at Fury who refused to meet Steve’s gaze knowing that the super soldier was glaring at him. “What is she doing here?” He spoke loudly as she sat down.

(Y/N) smiled smugly at him, “They needed my expertise on something.”

“Like what? Killing people?” Steve tilted his head, “Or hacking into the government system illegally?” He tilted his head to the other side, his tone mocking her. 

Before (Y/N) could retort, Tony stood up, “Nope, nothing should come out of your mouth unless it’s something pleasant. Wait, no scratch that, just don’t talk to Rogers. Go to the other side of the room.” 

(Y/N) licked her lips and grinned at the two men. She pretended to zip her mouth with her finger, then flipped them off. Turning around she walked towards Nat who greeted her with a smile.

“Who’s the girl and why does Steve hate her?” Bucky asked as he and Sam watched from the other side.

“You ever heard of (Y/L/N) Enterprises?” Sam watched as Bucky nodded. “That’s her family’s company, she inherited it from her grandfather. She’s one of the most powerful people on the planet right now. In terms of money,” Sam moved his lips around. “And other things.”

“She’s a dirty criminal that’s what she is,” Steve grumbled as he narrowed his eyes at (Y/N), who was watching him intently. “She’s a stuck up criminal who plays with people’s lives for fun.” Steve turned to Bucky who was furrowing his brows. “Don’t trust her.”

“Steve and (Y/N) have a bit of history together.” Sam explained and Steve scoffed. 

Their conversation was ended as Fury called the meeting. Bucky, Sam and Steve sat directly opposite of their leader and listened intently to their new mission. Bucky, however couldn’t help but watch (Y/N). The way that she spoke when Fury asked her to, her confidence. He knew that he was looking too intently at her when she turned in her seat to face him, giving him a curious look. Bucky wanted to look away, to turn to the side, to shy away from her. But something deep inside of him urged him to look at her. It wasn’t until Sam nudged him that he looked away from her.

(Y/N) punched the bag harder, watching as the dust fall from the ceiling, she knew that one more punch and it would be hurdled across the room.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted her. 

She paused in her movements, her arm in the middle of swinging. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. Before she could turn around she was thrown against the wall, a hand enclosing her throat. She was faced with Steve, anger in his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. “Darling, didn’t you miss me?” The hand around her throat became tighter, “I guess that’s a no.”

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him another smile, and with a kick to the stomach he landed on his stomach, she quickly straddled him -pinning him to the ground. “I got a contract Rogers. Your team needs me for that HYDRA mission you received.” 

“We don’t need your help,” Steve spat.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around Steve’s shirt collar, pulled him up and slammed him down again. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t need me so much.”

“You’re a fucking traitor (Y/N), just because the team is so enamored with you and can’t see you’re just here to fuck with us again, doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

She swallowed and let go of Steve’s shirt, (Y/N) quickly stood up. “If you really think that I betrayed you Rogers…”

“You were working with HYDRA!” Steve yelled. “I saw you! I followed you and I saw you go into their compound!”

“BECAUSE BUCKY WAS THERE!” She snapped. Steve looked at her, his anger now mixed confusion.

“Bucky wasn’t in that facility. Don’t lie to me.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.  

“They transferred him.” (Y/N) sighed frustratedly, she ran a hand through her hair, then exhaled loudly, “After the events of Washington, you told me that Bucky helped you. That he was the Winter Soldier.” (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “You told me everything about Bucky, Steve. You were, you are his best friend, and he was yours. He was the reason why you couldn’t sleep at night, the reason why you still cried when I shared your bed. You were unhappy because there was a massive part of your life missing.”

“When you told me that, I knew that I could help in some way. Help you. So yeah, I used my fucking sketchy contacts and tailed Bucky and where he was kept. I fucking went there, I negotiated with those scum, pretended that I was one of them, that I was betraying the team so I could try and speak to Bucky, for you.” She stepped forward, hands now clenched by her side. “I was there for three months, I made progress with Bucky, little but it was there. He could still remember me from the previous times I snuck to see him. Remembered bits of you.” (Y/N) pushed him, Steve being too shocked again landed on the floor.

“Then you came at me that night, yelling at me. Accusing me of betraying the team, betraying you, betraying us! You humiliated me Rogers, the person that I loved and trusted humiliated me in the worse way possible.” She clicked her jaw in annoyance, “You fucking threw me from the compound. Banned me from ever seeing anyone, you sprouted lies about me!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? I thought you were betraying us!” Steve fired back. 



“(Y/N),” Steve whispered brokenly. Tears threatening to spill down his face.  

She inhaled and looked at him coldly, “Just don’t. This is my last mission for the Avengers indefinitely. I made sure of that.” (Y/N) began walking away, only stopping to pick up her water bottle. “After this mission Rogers, you’re going to officially be dead to me.”

Steve gripped the rails tighter as he looked out at the New York skyline. Could it be true? He knew that it was. If there was one thing (Y/N) never did while they were in a relationship was she never lied to him. But some inane part of him wanted to tell the rest of him that she was lying, in order to get the guilt feeling of his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Rough night?”

He looked to his right and watched as Bucky walked towards the railing, a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” the other super soldier looked at Steve. “I have a question.” Bucky nodded. “(Y/N),” Steve started. “(Y/N), she said that she met up with you, at the HYDRA compound. 

Bucky nodded slowly.“When she walked into the conference room today, I couldn’t help but stop looking at her. I knew her from somewhere, every night I fall asleep and dream about this woman speaking so softly to me, I can never see her, I can never make out her face. Fuck, when she spoke Steve, it was like everything came back. Bits of information that she fed me about myself back then, about you.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“You’re in love with her,” Steve acknowledged.

“Well she practically brought me back, how can I not be in love with her?” Bucky laughed. “I’m not in love with her Steve, but she helped me. Without her it could have taken forever for me to come back, or maybe never. 

“She spoke about me, huh?”

“She did, a lot,” Bucky groaned good-naturedly. “You could hear it you know? The love in her voice whenever she spoke about you. I’ve never heard anyone speak about anyone like that.”

“I screwed it up Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed for a moment and returned his arm back to his side. “The love that she had for you is the kind of love that can last forever.” Bucky pulled out his wallet and pulled out two pictures. “She gave me this when I started remembering her,” he passed the first picture.

Steve looked at the image and he felt his heart clench. It was him, pre-serum and Bucky standing with ice cream cones in his hand standing somewhere in New York. “Look at the back.” Steve flipped the photo and saw (Y/N)’s familiar handwriting. On the back of the photograph it said: ‘This is one of Steve’s favourite moments with you. Look at this Bucky, remember this. Come back to Steve. Come back to your best friend.’ 

“She’s a bit pushy,” Bucky commented. “Really bossy.”

Steve laughed heavily, his throat closing up with emotion. “What’s the other photo?” 

Bucky hesitantly passed it to him, “I got this during one of her last visits. A guard came to check on me, she was almost caught. While I helped her hide, I may or may not have picked it from her pocket.” 

Steve looked at the second photo, this time a more modern one. It was him and (Y/N). Specifically him and (Y/N) on the couch, his head laying on her lap. He was looking up at her with a smile on his face, while she looked down at him with an equally great smile. Steve flipped the photo over. This time his heart hurt more than ever, he couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face, nor did he do anything to wipe them away. 

Bucky watched as Steve traced the photo and the writing over and over again. He watched as his best friend cry at what he lost. He knew the feeling, he knew what lost felt like. But then, he also knew that if someone believes enough in you, you can come back. 

“You’ll get her back.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

“Anytime, pal.”

As Steve laid down on his bed, he carefully looked at the photo again, tracing their faces, her face. He turned off his light and cradled the photograph to his chest. As he fell asleep, his heart and mind echoed the words etched on the back of the photo. ‘My heart. My equal. My soul. My love.’

jealous - draco malfoy

request: Could you please do a jealous fluffy Draco imagine with a pure-blood Slytherin reader? Thank yooouuuu

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warnings: slight swearing

you hurriedly jumped around your dorm room, rushing to gather all your supplies you needed for potions. you had promised harry you would briefly explain a potion he did not understand before the class and were told to meet him at the dungeons in ten minutes before class started; but now you only had six after not being able to find your potions book and scurrying to find it. “where is it?!” you hissed as you tore everything off of a nearby desk in desperation.

“aha!” you yelled in triumph after finally finding your book before tucking it under your arm and sprinting down the stairs. you were almost out of the common room when your boyfriend, draco, called your name from behind you, making you sigh in annoyance.

“y/n, what’s the hurry? you’re not even late to class,” draco chuckled at you. “i can walk with you if you’d like.” you almost swooned at the gesture but you were on a mission to help your friend and no matter how much you loved your boyfriend, you would not let him get in the way.

“i’m sorry, draco, truly, but i promised harry i’d help him with a potion and i’m already late so i need to go!” you breathed out and turned around to leave, but not before seeing draco’s face, which had tinted to the color of a tomato and his brows were furrowed in thought. you frowned, but left the common room without saying anything more and ran as fast as you could to the dungeons to harry. “harry!” you gasped when you saw him leaning against the wall. “i’m so sorry i’m late, i couldn’t find my book, then draco–”

“y/n, it’s alright, i’m just glad you’re here.” harry smiled at you causing you to blush.

“okay, so you don’t understand which potion?”

“uh, it’s the pepperup potion.” he answered lowly.

“really, that’s one of the easiest potions we’ve learned, harry.” you giggled but once you saw harry’s frown you immediately stopped. “i’m sorry. okay, the pepperup potion.”

you quickly explained the potion to him and before you got the chance to ask him if he understood it or not, the doors opened and the other students migrated into the potions classroom. “thank you, y/n,” harry nodded at you as he walked in with the other students. you caught sight of draco and made your way over to sit next to him like you did every potions class, but when you got to the desk you saw that your typical spot was already occupied by pansy parkinson.

“y/n, i thought you’d be sitting next to potter so i insisted that pansy sit with me instead. i think we all need a little change once in a while, hope you don’t mind.” draco said, pansy smirking at you from beside him. you did not say anything, instead you turned around and walked straight to harry, who thankfully no one was already sitting with. you had never liked harry as more than a friend, but you refused to tolerate draco’s immature behavior.

as soon as potions class ended, you followed draco out the doors and when you both reached the hallway, you pulled him by his arm around the corner. “what the hell was that, malfoy?” you seethed at him. his eyebrows shot straight up his forehead when he heard you use his last name, which you only used when you are mad at him.

“what was what, y/n?” he asked, playing innocent.

“you know exactly what that was, mr. ‘i think we all need a little change’, you asshole,” you shoved him by his shoulders in frustration. “what provoked that? was it me being with harry, because i swear, draco, if it was because you were jealous–”

your rambling was cut short when draco’s lips caught yours in a passionate kiss. he pulled you towards him by your hip with one hand while the other one held your cheek, your hands laying still at your side. “i’m sorry.” he breathed into your neck once he pulled away from your lips.

“i forgive you, now can you please kiss me again?” you grinned at him and wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned in and kissed you again, this one more passionate than before.

anonymous asked:

I just had all the feels about baby Stiles, maybe two or three years old, meeting full-shifted eight-year-old Derek. And Stiles is just absolutely mesmerized by the shiny black pup with soft yellow eyes. They make friends. Stiles even sometimes naps with his head on that wolf's fuzzy belly. (cont)

And of course, as they grow up, he sometimes talks to the dog - as most pet owners do - about his day, or what he’s worried about, or how he has a huge crush on that boy Derek from across the street who’s WAY TOO COOL and would never notice him in a million years because Stiles is young and awkward and Derek is awesome and sportsy and older and did I mention awesome?


I originally planned to write a fic based on it but my brain is dead writing wise at the moment and going through my old drafts, this made me smile too much not to post. 

adore fics where Stiles doesn’t realise his friendly neighbourhood dog is actually one Derek Hale and I love even more when Stiles either hates Derek but Derek has a major crush on him or Stiles is pining hard after the cool boy at school/his hot neighbour and Derek is actually too awkward/emotionally constipated to try and snuggle with Stiles in any other way but in his wolf form. Seriously, I’d read this trope 1000 times over and never get bored. 

“He smiled at me today, Sparky.”

Oh god, why did he have to name me Sparky? Who names their dogs Sparky? It’s not even a cool loser name. 

I think I was cool?? At least, I was trying to be but then he did this thing where he tipped his sunglasses down his face and grinned and I kind of face planted the sidewalk. Fuck, I hope he didn’t see.”

I did.

And then, he came to History wearing a leather jacket. Can you believe it? It’s like he knows what leather does to me…I swear, it’s like he can read my mind sometimes.”


Kind of like last week, when I discovered I had a serious thing for guys in glasses after seeing Tyler Hoechlin in Supergirl. And then boom! He showed up to school, wearing glasses, Sparky. Oh my god, what if I have, like, mind control powers?”

How do I have a crush on you?

What if every time I develop a new fantasy, Derek feels compelled to do it? Shit. What if I end up into kinky stuff? What if he shows up to prom in handcuffs and a blindfold??

Very unlikely. Unless I work up the courage to ask you out by then and handcuffs and blindfolds are something you want to try out on prom night.

Maybe I should write him some kind of apology card. Would that be creepy?”

Probably not creepier than pretending to be a stray dog because every time I’ve tried to ask you out I forget how to talk.

Do you think I could ask him out in the card too? Like, P.S. I also think you’re really hot. Except for your bunny teeth. Which are adorable. Please consider dating me. This is Stiles, by the way.” 

Yes. Wait – adorable?

“I’m going to do it, Sparky.”


I’m going to do the deed.”


“I’ll start on the ten year plan tonight.”

Ten year WHAT? 

Reflection Unknown 1

Chapter One: Awakening Son
Location: Clone Wars, Planet Unknown

A/N: Some of this was seen in a snippet previously posted, but after working on the story as a whole, some edits were made, and the chapter was written entirely.

“General Skywalker?  Sir?”

Luke jerked awake, the surface under him jerking, and then tipping over, dumping him onto a hard, uneven floor.  He leaned forward, rubbing his forehead as it started to throb.  Had Wedge taken him drinking last night?

“General, are you okay?”

“What?”  Luke turned, frowning, he was about to say that he wasn’t a General, but his actual surroundings came into focus and he couldn’t find the words.  He was in a tent, and there was a man standing just inside the front entrance, with short, light colored hair.  He also wore stormtrooper armor.  Luke went very still, not willing to let on that his heart rate had sky-rocketed and what sleep had been fogging his brain was now barely a memory.

“General Skywalker?  Sir?” The man said, “Are you okay?”

“I-,” Luke shook his head slightly, trying not to react to the armor and noticing that the man was not hostile, only concerned.  He also took in that the man had blue stripes on his armor, as well as something he thought was called a kama.  In the Force, he realized that the man was concerned about him, but he was also familiar with him.  This man that Luke could have sworn he’d never seen before knew who he was, a kind of recognition that Luke was used to seeing in Wedge and the Rogues, or even Han sometimes.  

“I don’t know.  What happened?”  Luke made himself ask.

“Besides you falling out of bed, sir?  You said you were fine yesterday, you weren’t even bleeding.”  Now the man looked almost terrified.

Luke untangled himself from the bed, then froze, staring at his hands. One of them was metal, a black and gold design that was aesthetically pleasing, but it was still a metal hand.

“Sir,” the stormtrooper said, bringing Luke back to the present.

“Sorry, I, sorry,” Luke said, finishing his fight with the covers and standing up.  “I need a few minutes, please.”

“Are you sure, sir?  I can get Kix.”

Luke hesitated, wanting to ask who, or what, ‘Kix’ was.  “Just, give me a moment, please.”

The stormtrooper hesitated, suddenly suspicious, but he nodded and stepped out of the tent a moment later.  Luke watched the flap slid shut, certain that he’d be meeting ‘Kix’ soon, whether he wanted to or not.

Glancing around, Luke saw a sink with a mirror over it.  He hurried over intending to splash water on his face, only to stop as he caught a glimpse in the mirror.  Dark blond hair with a lot more curl to it than Luke had ever had, blue eyes that were at least a little familiar, and a scar that ran from mid-forehead over his eye to his cheek.

It was not a face he knew, definitely not his own, but the stormtrooper had called him Skywalker.  General Skywalker, but still Skywalker.  Glancing at his body, noting the scars that littered his bare torso, he quickly turned, looking for clothes.

All he found were dark clothes that vaguely looked like what Ben had worn on Tatooine.  He’d never worn anything like them, but he recognized the shirt and pants, and hoped he could wing it about the rest of what looked like a uniform until he figured out what was going on.  He did find a lightsaber though.  It was in the mess of blankets he’d picked up after straightening up the cot.  Holding it in his flesh-hand, Luke couldn’t help but wonder what sort of person slept with a lightsaber.  It seemed a lot more dangerous than the vibroblades the commandos slept with, or the blasters that Wedge and Hobbie kept under their pillows.

“General, are you feeling any better?”

The storm trooper was back, but standing outside the tent this time. Luke put the lightsaber on the cot, and moved away from it.  Whatever was going on, he thought he should at least tell this person who knew his face.

“Not exactly, would you come in please?”  Luke called.

For a moment, he thought it was the same man, but then he realized that this man had darker hair, still short cut, with lightning bolts shaved into it, and a tattoo above his ear that read ‘The only good droid is a dead droid.’  His uniform also had blue, but he lacked the kama and shoulder armor the other man had worn.

“General Skywalker?”  The man said.

Luke closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. “So, there’s something wrong, and I don’t know how to explain it.”

“What do you mean, sir?”  The man said.

“Just, bear with me a moment.  When you say General Skywalker, who are you speaking of?  What is his first name?”

“General Anakin Skywalker,” the man said, “sir, are you having trouble remembering something?”

Luke held his hands out to the side, “I remember everything about my life in near perfect clarity.  There is only one problem here.”

“Sir?”  The man said.

“My name is Luke Skywalker.  This is not my face, and this is most definitely not where I fell asleep last night.  I don’t know who Anakin Skywalker is, although we might be related through my grandmother, Shmi Skywalker.  I swear, I don’t know what happened, and I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

The man frowned, but before he could say anything, the tent’s flap was yanked open and the man with the lighter hair and kama from earlier stormed inside, looking pissed but felt terrified.  Luke wondered if his name was so well known now that the stormtrooper had recognized it and was going to kill him or arrest him for it.  He didn’t want to hurt anyone, but he’d left the lightsaber there for a reason.

“Rex,” the second storm trooper said, both concerned and irritated.

“I was listening outside,” ‘Rex’ said eyes, and blaster now trained on Luke.

“So, does medical privacy not mean anything to you?”  The man snapped, irritated.

“It’s the General, or not as the case may be,” Rex replied, “Of course I was going to keep an eye on things, Kix.”

They didn’t recognize his name, Luke realized.  Whoever they were, wherever he was, they hadn’t heard of Luke Skywalker, the Rebel pilot who had killed Governor Tarkin, and whatever else had shown up on the wanted notice after that.

“Hey,” Luke said, catching their attention, “I’m sorry, I don’t, I don’t know what’s going on, or how this happened, or who you are.  I just want to solve this without causing any trouble for your General Skywalker.  Is there anyone you can think of who might be able to help?”

The two exchanged glances, and Rex sighed, “General Kenobi’s on the Negotiator, we can get him down here to figure this out.”

“Kenobi, do you mean Ben, no, Obi-Wan Kenobi?”  Luke asked, frowning.

“You know General Kenobi?”  Rex demanded.

Luke stepped back a bit at the intensity of the storm trooper’s demand, “I- kind of?  Not really, but, I knew of him.”  Rex looked at him and Luke felt very much like he did when one of the other Commanders caught him floundering over something they considered basic.  “When I was growing up on Tatooine, they called him Ben Kenobi, he was a wizard and a hermit who lived in the Jundland Wastes.  But, I don’t think we know the same Kenobi, because Ben died on the Death Star.”

“What Death Star?”  Rex asked.

Luke blinked, “The Empire’s big super weapon, it destroyed Alderaan? Even stormtroopers should have…”

“What are stormtroopers?”  Kix asked, then waved his hand, “Never mind.  Let’s get General Kenobi down here to speak with you.  Whatever’s going on, the General’s a Jedi, he can figure it out better than us.”

“We need to keep this quiet,” Rex said, “the men will panic if they think something’s really wrong with the General.”

“Medical emergency,” Kix said, “that hit yesterday was worse than we thought. We’re getting the General in because it’s General Skywalker, if you want to keep him in Medical OR take it easy, you get Kenobi to sit on him.”

Luke scratched his jaw a moment, “So, am I just going to stay in the tent?”

“That might be best,” Rex said, “although you might want to finish getting dressed.”

Luke ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t, I’ve never seen, uh, how?  There’s a lot of layers.”

“You’ve never seen a Jedi’s uniform?”  Kix said after a moment.

“The only Jedi I ever met was Ben,” Luke said quietly.  “The Empire… most of them died a long time ago, like my father.”

“I know we both have questions,” Kix said, “but we need General Kenobi fast.  Captain, would you be so kind?”

“Right,” Rex said, “I’ll be back with the General.”  He hesitated a moment, then left.

“So,” Luke said after a moment.

Kix smiled, “I’m the Chief Medical Officer, in a medical emergency I outrank everybody and our General suddenly claiming he’s a completely different person counts.  I don’t know if you’re our General and that hit to the head messed up something I couldn’t detect yesterday, or if what you’re saying is true.”

Luke nodded as he crossed his arms, then uncrossed them, “Are you, is there somewhere you need to be?”

“No,” Kix shook his head, “I’ve already seen to the evac of our worst wounded, and those that are left have orderlies to keep an eye on things.  Do you need anything, are you hungry?”

Luke considered, then shook his head, “Not at the moment, I, uh, I hit my head yesterday too.  I was, well, I was trying to follow a lightsaber exercise Ben taught me before-,” he paused, swallowed, “before he died.  I kind of fell down half a flight of stairs. I wasn’t feeling well, so they were keeping me in medical overnight.”

Kix nodded, “Would you consider trying to eat?  General Skywalker has a habit of not eating when he should, and I know those bugs he eats can supplement what our food, but he’s lost some weight he shouldn’t have.”

“Bugs?”  Luke said, “I thought, they said, weren’t Jedi raised at the Temple?”

“Not the General, he grew up on Tatooine,” Kix said.

“Oh,” Luke said, he shrugged, “we didn’t have to resort to bugs often, not after I was old enough to pull in my share, but that’s not unusual.”

“How about we just try for some bread, and maybe soup,” Kix said after a moment.  “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Part Two

Not So Vanilla 

Summary: The reader is stuck in the friend zone with Archie but desperately wants out. She’s so in her head that she doesn’t pick up on the constant hints Archie drops, or even listen to what Jughead tells her. One party changes all that. 

Word Count: 5458

Author’s note: Okay this is my first Archie imagine!! Please let me know your thoughts and I’m sorry it’s long but trust me theres a lot of smut;) I want to write more Riverdale so tell me if you like it!

You were sitting at a booth in Pop’s across from your best friend Jughead, eating some fries and a milkshake. Jughead was in the middle of one of his philosophical rants about this small town and, “ All the damn secrets within it”.

Riverdale had been turned upside down ever since of the murder of Jason Blossom, and everyone was acting differently. Jughead swore something was up and suddenly your small group of friends turned into, “ Mystery Incorporated” aka the characters of Scooby Doo.

You were distracted from what Jughead was saying when you saw Archie walk in to pick up an order. The thing about Archie was that you were good friends, but you’d always had feelings for him.

The reason you never acted on it was because your other best friend Betty had been in a similar boat, and when she confessed her feelings Archie explained he didn’t feel the same way. Betty was incredible and if Archie turned down her you’d hate to see what he’d do to you.

Betty had moved on and actually started to have something with Jughead, but you still felt like by the laws of girl code it was a no go. Regardless you couldn’t help but stare and let your thoughts drift.

There was always something about Archie that made you think he wasn’t as “innocent” or  “vanilla” as he seemed. Maybe it was because you weren’t so innocent yourself, but that was something not a lot of people got to see.

The more you thought about it the more you realized Jughead was right, the people of Riverdale did have a lot of secrets. You were pulled from your day dreaming when a fry hit your face, “ Earth to (y/n) stop staring I can basically smell the angst radiating off of you”.

Rolling your eyes you threw a fry back, “ Come on Juggy maybe you’re just threatened that someone might have just as big of an imagination as you”. The Archie you truly wanted lived strictly in your imagination because in real life you couldn’t act on your feelings.

Jughead grinned, “  I have a feeling your imagination turns 50 Shades of Orange themed when you look at Archie, and I am NOT threatened by that”. He began to laugh, amused at his own joke leaving you sighing.

If there was anyone who knew just how dirty your mind could get it was Jughead, but that’s why you loved your friendship. You shot right back, “ Don’t even make me bring Betty into this it’s called a Betty Bomb for a reason and I wonder how she makes you explo-”.

Your sentence was cut off when Archie forced Jughead to push over, sitting down in the booth. Jughead sat there looking all to smug watching a blush creep over your face, praying that Archie didn’t pick up on what you’d been saying.

Archie picked up a fry, “ What were you guys talking about? Normal “this is all a conspiracy theory” stuff?”. Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ Something like that…what are you doing here?”.

He leaned forward and sipped from the straw of your milkshake, a weird look in his eyes as he did so. Once he’d drank long enough he explained, “ Picking up an order for the ole man I swear we better do something tonight because if I stay in my house any longer-”.

Jughead intervened, “ You’ll end up like Jason Blossom?”. Archie laughed, “ Jeez Juggy that’s morbid of you…but I guess so”. You felt your mind begin to run wild thinking about what plans the night could possibly bring.

Jughead looked to you, “ You know (y/n) was saying the same thing earlier, she’s just dying to have some fun tonight”. Archie raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed upon his lips. He was intrigued, “ Really doll? I figured you were spending too much time with Jughead over here and going to the dark side”.

Archie had many pet names for you ranging from doll to princess, and they were all really outdated. That was the thing about this town and the people within; you could all be so old fashioned at the same time you were living in the 21st century. Each time he used one of his nicknames it made you core ache.  

You smiled, “ With everything that’s been happening recently I think we all could have some fun….distract ourselves from the current episode of Pretty Little Liars that we’re living in”. Both boys laughed, it was all too true.

You heard the clack of heels which only meant one thing, Veronica. She walked right over to the table after saying hello to her mom, “ Hello Archiekins and the rest of the rag-tag gang”.

Unlike you Veronica had no problem showing her feelings for Archie, and she walked right over Betty while doing so. Jughead sighed, “ That’s what we’re referred to as, the rag-tag gang?”.

She made Jughead push down again as she slid into the booth, making space for herself where there was none. Archie placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder, “ Don’t worry Juggy, you’re the ragiest of them all”.

Jughead rolled his eyes, getting annoyed with the little space he had, “ You know I think there’s a limit for how many people can sit on one side of a booth…. yeah Newton founded it”. Veronica had put all her attention on Archie so Jughead’s comment went over her head.

Munching on a fry she asked, “ So what’s a girl like me to do on a night like this?”. Jughead made a face meant only for you and you couldn’t help but giggle. Betty was able to see the good in everyone, and she was the one of the few who could find it in Veronica.

Veronica had been a classic mean girl at her old school but was trying to fix her ways, with everyone BUT you. There was always this tension between you both, and it was all her creation.

In your life of sin all you truly needed was; Jughead, Betty, and Archie. When Veronica was thrown into the mix things became unleveled, but you hoped that you’d soon get to the bottom of whatever was causing it.

Archie looked to you with a smile on his face, “ Well (y/n) suggested we do something fun, and I say we embrace her wild impulses”. He finished his sentence with a wink and you felt your heart leap from your chest.

Veronica wasn’t as amused, “ You’re kidding right? She’s a total Janis not a Regina”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ I don’t know what’s worse Ronnie the fact that I understand that reference or you ability to forget it’s always the quiet ones”.  

Jughead choked on his milkshake at Archies comment, if only he knew. Archie patted Jughead on the back but raised an eyebrow at you, picking up on what had just happened. Trying to downplay things you laughed, “ Come on Jug you should know how to drink by now”.

After catching his breath Jughead replied, “ Sorry (y/n) I just had a revelation, maybe we should hangout at your house..won’t your parents be on a work trip”. You wanted to kill Jughead but instead just smiled.

Veronica grinned, “ Let’s have ourselves a little project x shall we?”. You shook your head, “ Uh how about more like The Breakfast Club”. She rolled her eyes but both Jughead and Archie seemed down.

Archie laughed, “ Anything that will get me out of the house I’m down, let’s invite Betty too”. Veronica tried to hide her disappointment, but both you and Jughead picked up on it. Smiling you replied, “ I’m sure Jughead would love another night with Betty huh Juggy?”.

Once again he threw a fry at you, hoping to distract from how red his face was. Veronica smiled, “ So I guess that means you pair off with me Archiekins”. You wanted to pour your vanilla milkshake over her head right then and there.

Archie looked to you, “ Sorry Ronnie but I think I’m going to have to watch over (y/n) tonight, make sure she actually has fun for once”. You grinned right back at him, and the thought alone made butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Veronica got up, “ Well I should be going, text me the details and I’ll grace you all with my presence later” she tried to hide her anger towards everyone else but shot daggers at you. Finally she walked away leaving you three alone.

Archie took another fry, “ I know Ronnie is trying her best to be a good person but I wish she’d respect my space”. You’d always thought that Archie was interested in Veronica, but that all just changed. Jughead gave you a look that said, “ I told you so”.

You spoke your mind, “ I wish she’d respect mine two I swear she has it out for me”. Normally you’d have stayed out of drama but you wanted to see how Archie would respond. Pop called Archie’s name meaning his order was ready.

Before leaving he took one last fry, “ She’s just jealous of you (y/n)… I don’t blame her”. With that he was gone. You thought you’d faint right then and there, did Archie basically just say you were better than Veronica Lodge?

Jughead crossed his arms over his chest, “ I believe there’s a certain saying for times like these…ah yes….I told you so”. You were too happy to be annoyed by his comment, your heart flooding with feelings.

Grinning you explained, “ Did Archie just say Veronica has a reason to be jealous about me? Veronica couldn’t be more of the classic “it” girl Juggy..”. Whenever you compared yourself to Veronica you always came up short due to your own insecurities.

Jughead rolled his eyes, “ What have I been telling you for weeks? Archie likes you (y/n) and Betty likes the idea of you both too”. You nearly choked on your milkshake….Betty knows? He continued, “ Look Betty and I spend many a night pondering certain topics and you and Archie are a common one….basically you have her blessing”.

You were confused, “  She really doesn’t mind Jug…you sure? I love Betty and-”. Jughead started to laugh, “ Let’s just say she’s been too preoccupied to care…”. A smile formed upon your lips not only because Jugheads sexual comment but that fact that two of your closest friends finally found someone who loves them back.

Jughead continued, “ And anyways Betty knew that Archie was just a classic school girl crush and that they work better as friends, but for you and Archie….”.   You were feeling so many emotions at once you felt you could explode.

Smiling you explained, “ I feel so relieved Juggy I was scared that Betty would be hurt if she knew how I felt about Archie! Oh god does this mean I have to actually act on my feelings now?”. You’d spent so much time imagining scenarios with Archie that possibly making them come true was scary.

Jughead grinned, “ Let’s just call this party tonight disney because-”. You finished his sentence, “ It’s where dreams come true”. You shook your head, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. Jughead called for the check, “ Come on (y/n) we have places to be, things to do, and a Ginger to make very very happy”.

Jughead used a suggestive tone while saying the words “very” because he knew how badly you’ve wanted to be with Archie. You placed down your half of the check, “ Well let’s see how the party tonight goes-”.

Your sentence was cut off by no other than Cheryl, “ Party tonight…is Pop’s suddenly handing out fortune cookies because this is giving me serious Freaky Friday vibes”. Just when one door closes another door opens, and you wouldn’t mind slamming this one shut.

The last thing you wanted was for Cheryl to come, “ Sorry Cheryl I meant to say our close get together, inner circle only”. She laughed, the kind of laugh you hear before someone pulls a trigger or drops a bomb.

Placing a hand on her hip she replied, “ Oh sweet naive (y/n) nothing in this town happens without me knowing, I’ll be there tonight and you’re welcome in advance”. She was gone as quickly as she had come.

Jughead shook his head looking up, “ He taketh as soon as he giveth”. Cheryl had the power to ruin this party on a biblical scale, locusts and all. Getting up you sighed, “ Let’s focus on the good for once Jug, like how Archie Andrews actually likes me”.

Getting up from the booth as well he placed a hand on your shoulder, “ It’s only been five minutes and it’s already going to your head, how the mighty crumble”. Rolling your eyes you walked out of Pop’s and made it back towards you house with Jughead.

Within five minutes you were already there, entering your empty house. Jughead spread out on your living room couch, “ When the cat’s away the mice will play”. That analogy painted a vivid picture in your mind, your house trashed.

Turning to him you laughed, “ Well I just hope the mice don’t go crazy…”. Jughead smiled, “ It’s going to be fine (y/n) the only people that matter tonight are; you, Archie, and Betty. The rest could be real mice for all I care”.

It felt good to have such a loyal best friend, Jughead really was like no other. Within a second your door bell rang and Jughead just had a grin on his face. Opening the door you realized it was Betty, with about three boxes of party supplies.

She smiled, “ Juggy here explained you were in over your head so your lifeboat has arrived!”. All you could do was giggle and just be thankful for how caring Betty was. She placed the boxes on the coffee table and clapped her hands together, assessing the situation.

Jughead held up a finger, “ Before we go off to battle I should relay the game changing drama that has unfolded”. Betty raised a eyebrow and sat down next to Jughead, “ Do tell Juggy”.

He looked to you and then Betty, “ We were at Pop’s and were visited by the three ghosts of Christmas, Cheryl the ghost of no other than Christmas past because no one willingly spends time in the present with her, Veronica the ghost of Christmas present because she’s somehow always in our lives, and finally the ghost of Christmas yet to come…Archie”.

Betty grinned, “ Now why exactly is Archie the ghost of Christmas yet to come?”. If Jughead wasn’t smiling like a madman before he was now, “ I’m passing the torch to (y/n)”. Betty was beaming with excitement and anticipation.

Blushing you explained, “ Well as per usual Veronica was being a bitch to me and Archie said it’s because she’s jealous of me..”. Jughead intervened, “ That’s not all our sweet little (y/n)”. Jughead was loving this moment because you were finally realizing that you were worth it.

He knew how insecure you were and he hated it, he wished he could go into your mind and rewrite each bad thought you had. Biting your lip you continued, “ He said he didn’t blame her for being jealous..”.

Betty let out an excited scream, “ OMG I told you Jughead!!! Archie totally likes (y/n) I KNEW it!”. You felt relieved to know Jughead wasn’t lying, she really was happy for you. Still you wanted to double check, “ It’s not weird for you Betty I don’t want-”.

She cut you off, “ Trust me (y/n) Archie was just a really intense crush for me before I knew what actually caring for someone felt like….and what it feels like when someone cares about you the same way”.

As she spoke she looked to Jughead and you swore there was a sparkle in both their eyes. You placed a hand over your chest, “ Awe you two melt my heart, as long as I know I’m not hurting you and you’re happy now that’s all that matters”.

Jughead scoffed, “ Now can you remind me why we tolerate Veronica, she not only has a thing for Archie but also has some weird vendetta against (y/n)”. He was right, you wanted to know why Betty still remained friends with her.

Betty smiled, “ Look Veronica is trying to be a better person, and when you try most often than not you also fail…but I don’t want to be a reason why she doesn’t try at all”. How could Betty be so compassionate?

You shook your head, “ But Betty she clearly has a thing for Archie and doesn’t even try to hide it and she knows what happened between you both!”. Jughead nodded his head, agreeing with you. He hated that Veronica clearly took advantage of Betty.

She just shrugged her shoulders, “ I know trust me I see it, but I know Archie doesn’t care about her. He wouldn’t support Veronica trying to get out the last of her mean girl ways”.

Betty continued, “ Archie cares about you (y/n) and so it doesn’t even matter how Veronica acts because he’d never act on it. She only wants him because he wants you (y/n) and soon she’ll get the hint”.

Shaking your head you replied, “ I guess Betty but it still irks me to know she didn’t even talk to you about it”. Once Betty set her mind to something there was no changing it, if she wanted to still see the good in Veronica than damn straight she would.

Jughead sighed, “ Oh Betty Cooper the world truly does not deserve someone as forgiving and caring as you”. He kissed her forehead after he finished his sentence and she looked so blissfully happy.

She clapped her hands together, “ Okay enough drama talk I think it’s time we get this party going”. Betty started to unpack the boxes which included things from plastic cups and snacks to a first aid kid.

You started to pick up around your house and before you knew it you’d spent an hour and a half setting up. When it was finished Betty smiled, “ It’s perfect, now we have to get ready”. Jughead looked himself up and down, “ This is as ready as I’ll ever be, you two can go get ready upstairs”.

You and Betty looked to each other completely giddy, it had been awhile since you’d gotten all dolled up. Betty had brought along a light blue dress and ballerina flats for herself. You decided you’d wear a short black dress that hugged your curves but flared out, simple yet stunning.

You paired it with a black lace choker and short black pumps and when you turned around Betty’s jaw dropped, “ You look so good (y/n) Archie is going to love it”. Betty did her normal makeup look and you did a gold smokey eye and pink lip.

Betty’s mood changed, “ I love it, but why are you so dressed up?”. You’d almost forgot to explain that Cheryl was coming, which meant the rest of the school as well. Rolling your eyes you said, “ Cheryl overheard us in Pop’s which means she’s bringing the entire school with her”.

Betty looked mad for a moment but shook it off, “ Who cares? All the matters is that something finally happens between you and Archie tonight and when you look like that how could he resist?”.

Laughing you hugged Betty, her kind words meaning so much to you. You did a slow spin, “ I guess I do clean up nicely huh?”. Looking at your phone you realized another hour had passed, making it nine o’clock.

Now that you were ready you and Betty headed downstairs, preparing for the possible arrival of any guests. Walking down the stairs you realized music was already playing and there were voices talking.

In your living room sat; Jughead, Kevin, Ethel, Veronica, and Archie. When you walked over to them Kevin whistled, “ Shit (y/n) you look good! If I weren’t gay-”. Veronica cut him off, “ But you are…nice clean up job guys”.

Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s a special night” and she looked to you and Archie as she said so. Archie smirked, “ You look really good doll, black has never looked better”. Jughead winked at you, hinting to Archie’s feelings for you.

You smiled, “ Thanks Archie you’re not looking too bad yourself”. He winked at you and leaned back into the couch. Kevin was eager to start the night, “ So when will our other guests be arriving?”.

Before you knew it the doorbell rang and Jughead said, “ Speak of the devil…literally we might as well be summoning the devil”. Opening the door you were greeted by Cheryl, and nearly half the school.

Cheryl smiled her fake smile, “ One keg in the backyard boys the other in the kitchen”. Stepping back you allowed everyone in, flooding your house. Cheryl turned to you, “ You look good (y/n) hoping to finally tie down Archiekins?”.

Faking a smile yourself you replied, “ Something like that…”. A strange look appeared on Cheryl’s face and you suddenly feared you’d fed her inner monster. She made her way towards the living room where everyone was sitting and placed a bottle of tequila on the table.

You followed suit, trying to brace yourself for whatever she had planned. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ We’re going to play a good old game of truth or dare”. Jughead laughed, “What are we five?”.

Cheryl shot back, “ No Jughead we’re just a group of people that need to be forced into action right (y/n)?”.  You nodded your head hoping Archie wouldn’t pick up on what she’d been hinting at.

She continued, “ The rules are simple pick either truth or dare, BUT if either option is to much for you take a shot instead”. Looking to Jughead you didn’t hide your apprehensions, this could go really bad really fast.

Betty wanted to help, “ I’ll go first Cheryl” but Cheryl just shook her head. Grinning she said, “ Aw sweet Betty you’re a little to naive for this, the first round goes to Archie”. Cheryl winked at you before asking her question.

She smiled, “ So Archiekins what will it be, truth or dare”. Archie just looked at you and then giggled, feeling daring himself. He replied with dare and those around you roared with excitement.

Cheryl smirked, “ I dare you to choose who you’d rather hook up with, Veronica or (y/n)”. You felt your heart stop beating and you just looked to Jughead and Betty, too paralyzed to do anything else.

Archie didn’t hesitate, “ (y/n)” and he winked at you. You never wanted him more than in that moment, and the rest of the room roared again. Cheryl turned to you, “ Do I have to dare you to kiss him or are you going to give the boy what he wants?”.

You bit your lip unsure of what to do but then you remembered what Jughead and Betty had told you, “ All that matters tonight is you and Archie”. Both Jughead and Betty were trying to hold in their excitement, but were miserably failing.

Summoning up the courage you extended a hand to Archie, “ Now or never Arch”. He took your hand in his and let you lead the way, beaming with excitement. You lead him upstairs and did your best to ignore the comments and cheering from everyone else.

When you got upstairs you lead him to your room closing the door behind you. You stood there unsure of what to do next, and he picked up on it. He picked your chin up with his fingers, “What’s the matter doll?”.

You told the truth, “ Are you sure you like me because-”. He cut you off by placing his lips on yours, he tasted lightly of cinnamon. As he kissed you his hands explored your body, roaming up and down your curves.

He began to kiss your neck and whispered into your ear, “ I’ve wanted you for so long (y/n) you don’t even know”. It sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to appear all over your skin. Archie brought his head up to face you again, “ Talk to me doll, let me know what you want”.

He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb begging you to speak. You barely got it out, “ I want you Archie”. Your words caused a smirk to spread across his face and his eyes to light up. Licking his lips he replied, “ Good girl”.

Archie lead you to the bed and you were now straddling him. He rested his hands on your hips and you began kissing again. This time his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, he needed more.

As the kiss intensified your grinded your hips against him earning a groan from him. Archie started to kiss down your neck until he found that magical spot and sucked, “ God Archie”. You felt him smile against your skin, proud of how good he could make you feel.

You groaned again when you felt how hard he was, your confidence growing. His fingertips brushed your upper thighs and he started to push up the hem of your dress, his touch sending waves of need to your core.

He whispered into your ear again, “ You look so damn good in that dress doll, but you’d look even better out of it”. It was your turn to smile and you leaned back, beginning to take off your dress. Archie sat there watching you with lust filled eyes, completely in awe.

Slowly you pulled your dress over your head and off of your body keeping eye contact the entire time. Archie was biting his lip trying to hold back from taking you right then and there. When it was off your body you grinned, “ Your turn”.

He smirked, “ Fair is fair (y/n)” and he took off his shirt. Leaning forward you rested your hands on his chest as he took off his pants. Grinning you said, “ Working for your dad this summer did have it’s benefits”.

There was barely anything separating you from Archie and you felt how hard he was. Archie leaned forward and kissed the valley between your breasts, coaxing you to undo your bra. Taking the hint you unclasped it from behind, the cold air making your nipples erect.

He began to suck on your left breast, “ God you’re beautiful (y/n)”. As he swirled his tongue around your nipple you moaned his name loudly, making his erection grow even more. Your voice was shaky, “ Archie I need you”.

Archie took his mouth off of your nipple and instead massage your breast, “ All I needed to hear (y/n)”. He slid down his boxers and you took off your panties, now nothing separated you both. Archie bit his lip, “ So fucking beautiful”.

He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing to make sure you truly wanted this. Looking down you saw a different look in his eyes possibly love, “ I want this so bad Archie…I want you”. He smiled and kissed you passionately, crashing his lips into yours.

Archie finally entered you, slowly letting you adjust to his size. You were still straddling him and feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure you rested your head in the crook of his neck. Archie felt your walls tightening around him, “ God (y/n) this feels so good”.

Feeling more confident you started to rotate your hips, moving back and forth. Archie groaned, “That’s it doll…fuck”. His hands gripped your hips guiding your body to move perfectly with his.

It felt so wonderful to be so in sync with him and you started to moan his name. You began to kiss his neck, leaving marks resembling the ones he’d left on you. You’d never felt anything like this, being this close with someone both emotionally and physically.

Maybe it was because the beginning of this year had started with death that you felt this exact moment represented so much more. The both of you had stopped letting things get in the way and were truly living.

He groaned, “ You feel so good (y/n)” and you felt him starting to thrust his hips up. Your bodies were moving together as you started to bounce up and down. Feeling him enter in and out of you was all too much.

Each time he entered fully into you he hit your g-spot, and you felt your orgasm coming. Archie felt it two, “ Fuck (y/n) I’m going to cum”. His thrusts got even quicker, pushing you closer.

Your face was still in the crook of his neck, “ I wanna see your face baby”. Moving your head you made eye contact with him and saw his lust blown pupils. Leaning forward you kissed him, intensifying the moment.

Picking up the pace you went faster as well, needing to reach your climax. Archie took his lips off of yours and moaned loudly, this all too much. He barely got it out, “ Cum with me (y/n)”.

His words pushed you over the edge and you felt your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Suddenly every nerve in your body was on fire from the amount of pleasure you felt. Your eyes closed shut trying to handle everything you were feeling at once.

You felt Archie twitch inside of you as his orgasm washed over him. You both moaned each other’s names, it was the only thing your brains could process. He held onto your body tightly and you felt him shake beneath you.

The both of you were lost in the moment, neither of you had felt something like this before. You rested your head in the crook of his neck again, “ Fuck Archie that was amazing”. He turned his head and kissed your forehead, a huge smile on his face.

Suddenly he shifted so you were now on your back and he was hovering over you, propping himself up with his elbow. Looking down at you he grinned, “ I can’t believe we waited so long…”.

As he spoke with his free hand he dragged his fingertips lightly down your body, sending shivers down your spin. Smiling back you replied, “ I always knew there was another side to you Archie Andrews”.

Biting his lip he replied, “ And you’ve barely explored it”. The entire mood shifted and you suddenly felt extremely needy again. He winked, “ Don’t worry (y/n) I’m not done with you yet”. He placed his lips lightly on yours, wanting to take his time.

You ran your hands through his bright orange hair making him groan, and you felt him smile. He pulled his head back, “ And I always knew there was another side to you doll, and I want to take my time exploring it”.

Biting your lip you imagined what that would mean for you both. Before you could continue there was a loud banging on the door, “ Wrap it up love birds, the sheriff is busting this popsicle stand”.

You both started to laugh knowing by the phrasing it was no other than Jughead. Archie yelled back, “ Way to ruin the moment Juggy!”. The both of you started to get dressed, and you wished you could lay your bed with him forever.

Jughead yelled back, “ Trust me Archie I heard you were finished, I’m not ruining anything!”. You heard him laugh from the other side of the door, proud of his own joke. When you were finally dressed Archie pulled you close again, “ Because I got cutoff, I really like you (y/n) and although you make me fucking explode by just thinking about you I want more than that”.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach again, “ I really like you two Archie…for more than just how hard you can make me cum”. He started to laugh and you knew you were falling in love with him, but you didn’t know he was falling in love two.

Jughead yelled again, “ You’re going to want to get down here and talk to the sheriff with Kevin because I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to fool around if (y/n) is grounded for life”. Archie kissed your forehead again before leading you outside of your room.

Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ No more comments Juggy, I’m too worn out for that”. Jughead’s jaw dropped, feeling extremely happy for you but also shocked. You didn’t care that you’d have to talk to the sheriff, Archie Andrews was now yours and that’s all that mattered.

Coincidences (Steve Rogers x Short!Reader)

Hello, readers, this is my first one-shot so please go easy on me. I’m actually contemplating if to make this a multi-part but we’ll see how this goes>.< And Enjoy!

Pairing: Steve x Short!Reader

Summary: Pre-CACW. You start off the day with people teasing you about the one thing you can’t control, your height. Then just when you thought your day couldn’t get worse it gets…better? You start seeing the same cute guy everywhere you go and you start to wonder if it is just a coincidence or fate.

Word Count:1,768

Warnings: A handful of swears.

(Y/N) – Your name

(L/N) – Last name

(s/c) – Skin colour

(B/F/N) – Best friend name

(F/R) – Favourite restaurant

(f/f) - Favourite food

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry I didn’t see you there…and still, don’t,” the stranger smirks at his own retort before going on his merry way. Probably to a business meeting with CEO’s and shite based on the way his snazzy Kenneth Cole suit made him reek sophistication, it’s always these types that feel to need to be pompous jerks to everyone else. I mean, I know that my 5’2 frame isn’t helping to lessen the insults but still, you shouldn’t be so mean to someone you don’t even know. But then again, when you’re out here on these crowded streets of New York during lunch hour, who’s being nice? I’m lost in my thoughts when,

“Oomph!” my face meets stone and I violently get pushed, my bum becoming best friends with the floor. Oh wait, that’s not stone, it’s someone’s chest which is covered by a navy blue V-neck…someone’s rock-hard and muscular chest. I inwardly drool as I look up towards his face which now makes me want to melt. His baby blue eyes grant him just enough softness to complement his killer jawline and blonde hair, and not to mention the worry that he held in them which makes me smile. And let us not forget those perfectly sculpted lips which urge me to just crash-

“Sorry ma’am, I didn’t see you there.” Alright, fantasy over.

“Don’t worry, most people don’t,” I shrug away his hand that he oh so generously set out for me with my own (s/c) colored hand and raise myself up from the ground, dusting whatever specs of gravel landed on my Levi blue jeans and a cream-colored blouse.

“Pardon me, ma’am, I meant no disrespect. I was on my,” he seems to pause as if remembering something, “iPhone and wasn’t looking at where I was going.”

“If you say so…,” I sigh, “well I guess no harm was done so enjoy the rest of your day.” I begin to walk towards my intended destination only to hear a faint “wait” from behind me causing my body to instinctually turn in his general direction, only to see him jogging towards me.

“I didn’t get your name, I’m Steve Rogers at you service ma’am.” He puts out his right hand and I hesitantly, but eventually shake it with my own, seeing how my (s/c) hand fit in his pale one.

“It’s not like you need it…but mine’s (Y/N) (L/N), and there is no need to be so formal either.” My phone suddenly rings shifting my attention to the screen which vibrates with impatient texts from my friend. “And I have to run. Nice to meet you I suppose?” and I trot off before he could say anything in reply.


“What took you so long? Look I know that love-making is a slow and sensual process but that shite is for the night alright, quickies are a morning thing for a reason. Oh wait I know, you were busy untying those goddam ropes with friggin’ origami knots, I already told you those kinks are-”

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You and I (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3743

Warnings: Smut. Some angst…and NSFW gifs.

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and you try to distract yourself by listening to loud music and cleaning your room. Bucky lives on the same floor as you and hears the music. Curiosity gets the best of him.

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Assassin!Harry (Part 3)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, falling in love with her. 

You can read part one here. 

You can read part two here. 


Four months. Harry had managed to keep Y/N in his life for four months. He was a different person; at least, he had Y/N thinking he was. His thoughts still drifted to the macabre, longing for the rush of another kill whenever he wasn’t with her. But she gave him a different, better kind of rush, and he loved it. Harry loved her. However, he didn’t like to admit this to himself. Harry didn’t love anything before Y/N, and part of him wished he still didn’t. The only things he used to crave were murder, violence, careful planning and stalking…but now he craved her. He liked–loved–having her around, he was emotionally attached to something for the first time in his life. But there was just one problem: How long could he keep his real life a secret from her?

He’d received two more payments for assassinations since meeting her. On top of Y/N’s, that left a total of three incomplete missions that Harry desperately wanted to fulfill but knew, deep down, that he never could. He could never pursue another kill again, for Y/N’s sake and for the sake of their relationship. It wouldn’t be long before one of his clients caught up with him, and he knew that. But unfortunately for Harry, he had less time than he thought.


Harry had just finished running his fingers through his messy curls to style them when he heard the lock on his door start to rattle. He’d given Y/N a key last week, and he smiled to himself as he heard her let herself into his apartment. He liked the feeling of having someone in his life to share his home with. Life was easy with Y/N; he didn’t have to try to put on an act to get her. She loved him for who he was.

Or, who she thought he was.

“Hi darling,” Harry said, moving over to Y/N as she closed the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. He smiled at her as their lids fluttered open, her gorgeous eyes meeting his twinkling green ones. “How was the daycare?”

“Same as always,” she said, fixing his collar so that it laid flat. “I’ve been helping Mia with her reading, the little four year old I was telling you about? She’s absolutely brilliant, her mom told me today that she read an entire Dr. Seuss book by herself. She’s only four years old and she read a whole book!” Harry’s eyes were intently fixated on Y/N. He smiled to himself as he observed the way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her entire body seemed to light up when she talked. He had never felt so lucky in his entire life.

“How did life as a secret agent treat you today?” Y/N asked, teasing him, with extra emphasis on ‘secret agent.’

Harry smiled. He felt guilty that Y/N still believed he worked for the government, but he didn’t let the guilt show. He never did. “Can’t tell ya. Hence the secret part. But ’m glad you’re doing so well with Mia. I ordered pizza for dinner, hope that’s alright?”

“Perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, moving over to the sofa by the window. She plopped down, kicking off her shoes as Harry turned to follow her. Just as Harry went to sit down, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Must be the pizza,” Harry said, shuffling towards the apartment’s entrance. “I’ve got it.”

Y/N stayed put on the couch, fiddling with her fingernails, until a chillingly familiar voice sounded throughout the apartment. A voice that had haunted her for years, and had just started to lose its control over her mind. She froze, in shock, before turning to face the doorway, coming face to face with the worst, scariest human being she had ever met: her ex-boyfriend, Jack.

“I want my fucking money, bro,” he yelled, his cold eyes just as angry as she remembered. Y/N ducked next to the couch, immediately trying to hide herself from view. Her head was spinning, throbbing almost. What the fuck was Jack doing at Harry’s apartment?

Harry went into immediate assassin mode. Calm, cool, collected. Voice deep, words slow. Establish the upper hand before this man tried to pull something. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Don’t play stupid you asshole. The 50 grand I slid through your window four months ago? I want that shit back. I want it back and I’m going to take care of her myself, since you’re clearly incompetent.”

Harry let out a low, emotionless laugh, though he was a bit frightened. He was so careful to make sure that nobody who had hired him ever got to see his face, but now someone knew what he looked like. He was screwed. “These things take time. If you want your money back, I can get it for you right now, but then the mission goes unfinished. So, what do you–”

“I have a gun,” Jack threatened, shakily. “And I swear to God, I will blow your fucking brains out and hers too as soon as I find her.”

“And risk being caught?” Harry questioned, remaining completely calm, although below the surface he was frantic. Y/N was literally in his apartment. There was no way out of this one. He needed to get this guy away from him, away from Y/N, and then make a run for it.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m going to the police.” Jack spun on his heel, but what Harry said next caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“If you go to the police, what are you going to tell them? Huh? That you shelled out $50,000 to have someone murdered in cold blood in your name, and now the hit man you hired has taken too long to fulfill his duty? You’re going to tell them you got ripped off by an assassin?” Jack was silent. “You’re just as guilty.”

An assassin? Y/N’s head was spinning. She was desperately trying to make sense of the exchange going on between her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend, but she was making herself dizzy trying to put the pieces together. She felt her eyes well up with tears. If Jack really did have a gun, he would not hesitate to use it on her the second he found out she was there. He was crazy, a loose cannon. She needed to stay hidden.

Jack huffed, running a furious fist through his tangled blonde hair. “Fuck. You.”

“Trust me,” Harry began, levelheaded as ever. “This operation has been made a priority. Murdering someone isn’t an overnight task.”

“Yeah, except you’ve had four months. I’m over this. I’m going to get my guys, and I swear, even if it’s the last thing I do, I will fucking end you. And then I’ll end her myself. The only reason I hired you is because I didn’t want to have any blood on my hands but I don’t give a shit anymore. I may not know anything about you, even your name. But I do know that you are over.” And with that, Jack had taken off running down the hallway, and Harry had slammed the door behind him, his face as red as a fire truck. This was about to come crashing down on him. All of his careful, tedious work and planning…it was all about to be over. He was done for.

He raced down the hall, towards his bedroom. Y/N chased him, confused and angry and shocked and sad all at once. “Harry, what’s going on?” Nothing. He started rooting through his dresser drawers, tossing out fistfuls of clothing and leaving it strewn across the floor. “Do you know him? Do you know Jack?” Still, silence. “Harry, what the fuck is going on? Why does he want you to end me? What does he mean when he says he hired you?” She was yelling now, and the tears were flowing freely. “You’re scaring me. Answer me!”

Harry pulled out a large, bulging yellow envelope out of his dresser drawer, tossing it on the bed. “I have to go.”

“What?” She shook her head, more clueless than she had ever felt in her life.

“Y/N, you love me right?”

“Harry, what are you-”

“You’d love me whether I was sick or whether I was poor or whether I had a different job?”

“Of course, I-” Harry dumped the folder’s contents out on the bed, revealing stack after stack of crisp $100 bills. “Harry, where did you get all that money?”

Harry was frantic, panicking, rushing around like crazy. “We all have our secrets right? What I really do for a job, that’s my secret.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you saying all of this? I-”

“I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Y/N! I can’t. I’m not a-a-a secret agent.” He was at a complete loss for words, struggling to find what to say. “I don’t work for the government, I’m not licensed to have any of those guns you found in that closet all those months ago. And I don’t use those weapons for self-defense like I said. I use them to kill people.”

“Harry, please-” He was running around his bedroom like crazy, shoving things into a duffel bag without hardly looking to see what they were.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. In two days, you’re going to meet me at the International Airport.” He swiped a stack of money off of the bed, handing it to Y/N. “Pack a suitcase with clothes, shoes, anything else you might need. You’re going to take a taxi there, give the driver this money. I know it’s far, so you have to tell him to drive all through the night, and you’re not going to tell anyone, okay?”

She stared at the money in her hands, tears blurring her vision. “Harry, I can’t do this, I’m too afraid, I have no idea what’s going on, I-”

“Act like you’re brave, and you will be. I promise. That man…Jack…he’s going to be back soon. And with a lot of really dangerous people. You have to get out of here before he finds you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can.” He grabbed his duffel bag, zipping it feverishly, then bounded towards the front door. “You have to.” He kissed her quickly, before swiping his car keys off the hook and racing out the door.

And just like that…he was gone.


Every part of her body told her to turn around. As she walked into the airport, her limbs were screaming at her to stop, to chase down the taxi driver that had just dropped her off, and to drive back to her dorm room, away from Harry and every problem that he had caused for her. But, despite all of that, she was worried sick about him. She would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay. And that’s why she kept walking. Through the revolving doors, up the stairs, until she reached the security line right outside the gate Harry told her to wait in front of.

From just the exchange she had heard between Jack and Harry, Y/N had pieced a few things together, though they didn’t make much sense to her. Jack had given Harry a lot of money for something involving a ‘her’ that Y/N had assumed she was. Harry had a lot of guns, but he didn’t use them for a government job like he had told her. Jack had referred to Harry as an assassin, but Y/N didn’t know what that meant, entirely. If Harry was accepting money to murder people, like Jack had said, how many people had he killed? And where did she come in? Was it a coincidence that Jack and Harry knew each other? She felt her heart rate flare up and her head grow hot with anger. She felt like she didn’t know the man she loved, and she needed answers.

Just then, Harry came bounding into view, dressed in all black, duffel bag in tow. He leaned in to kiss her, then pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her perfume, the smell of her hair, everything. Y/N didn’t hug back. She didn’t do anything.

“We don’t have much time.”

“You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Harry rooted through his backpack and pulled out two plane tickets, handing one of them to her. “I bought these an hour after I ran out of my apartment. Our flight leaves in 40 minutes. Grab your things, and-”

She was madder than she had ever been. “Harry, if you don’t stop for two seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, I am going to walk right out of this building and I swear to God I will never talk to you again.”

This was enough to make him stop. He ran his left hand through his hair, bringing it down to rub his face in exasperation. “Fine,” he sighed, speaking gently but hurriedly. “What do you want to know?”

“What are you?”


“What. Are. You. You don’t work for the government like you told me. I already have an idea in my head of how you make your living and if you tell me you’re anything different from what I think you are I’m going to need some serious convincing.”

He sighed. He looked at her face, so pained and…disappointed. He hated himself for doing this to her. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody was within hearing range. “People call it different things, but I guess you might call me a hit man. People pay me to kill other people off.”

Y/N felt sick. She honestly thought she might throw up. Her heart surged with anger, and it took everything in her not to spit in his face. Her furious eyes searched his, praying that this was all a joke or a dream or anything other than the reality she had found herself swept away in. “I have no idea who you are. I cannot believe I wasted four months of my life on a figment of my imagination. You are not even close to the person you made me think you were.” She reached to pick up her suitcase, but Harry grabbed her arm, fast as lightning.

“I wanted to tell you,” he continued. Y/N tore her arm from Harry’s grip, but she didn’t try to run away again. She decided she was going to get her answers. “I was just scared you’d hate me. That you’d react…well, exactly like this.” He reached a hand up to the back of his neck, the smooth eloquence with which he usually spoke completely gone in Y/N’s presence.

Y/N was crying now. “Well how the fuck else was I supposed to react? What did you expect?” she shouted. “Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed. “You’re going to get us both killed.”

“Oh, well maybe I should keep screaming then,” Y/N said, knowing she was on the brink of a complete meltdown. “Sounds like me being killed would be doing you a huge favor!”

Harry froze. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, Harry. I’m not stupid. My psychotic ex-boyfriend comes barging into your apartment demanding the money he paid to you, a hit man, saying ‘I’m going to end her myself?’ He was talking about me. He hired you to kill me.” Harry was silent. “Just admit it, Harry. Don’t be a coward for once in your life and just say it.”

Harry’s face went slack. His entire body went slack. He felt like he was going to faint. “I…Okay. It’s true.” Y/N whimpered like a sick puppy, and this sound indicative of her heart breaking shook Harry to his core. “But! Y/N, please, let me explain.” She swatted tears away from her face, not saying anything. Harry took this as his cue to go on. He realized that he was running out of time, but he didn’t care. He loved her, and she deserved to know the truth. “The night we met, I had every intention of killing you. But it took about two minutes with you before I realized that I could never, ever bring myself to do it. I knew within two minutes of knowing you that I was going to love you. And I was right, Y/N, because I do love you.”

A quiet sob left Y/N’s lips. She was doing her best not to attract a crowd, but she had never felt so violated in her life. Their entire relationship had been built on a lie. She had fallen in love with a complete and utter stranger. “Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t love anything on this fucking planet.”

“Y/N, that isn’t true! The night we met, I sure as hell wasn’t planning on falling in love. Until I met you, I was a sociopath.”

“You still fucking are,” Y/N sneered, reaching down to pick up her suitcase once more. “God, I cannot believe I actually agreed to meet you here! And I even packed a bag and everything! What is wrong with me? I-”

“Y/N, stop. I promise you that I will give you every single answer you want but only after we’re out of the country. Please. Just pick up your suitcase, and take your ticket, and come with me. I need you.” And he meant it. Jack had for sure found out Harry’s name by now. There was no point to running from the authorities that were surely after him right at that moment if he wasn’t going to be running with Y/N by his side.

“I can’t leave with you! I have a life here, an honest, real, life. How dare you even ask me that!”

Harry was panicking. He needed to be in the security line. “Y/N, please.”

“No.” She wiped a tear from her face, still sick to her stomach. “But you need to go. Jack is psychotic and he has ways of getting what he wants. There are people after you right now, I’m sure of it.”



He looked at her, over at the security line, and then back to her. He heaved a heavy sigh, then leaned in to kiss her, more passionately than he ever had in his entire life. Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she kissed him back. She was the first to pull away, putting her hands on either side of his face. She repeated again, “Go.”

And so he did. He swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked through the security line. Y/N watched him the whole time, tears spilling out of her eyes. She watched as he got to the security officer checking his boarding pass, but even though she couldn’t hear their exchange, something about the way the two were interacting gave her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, two security officers rushed him from the back, each seizing an arm on either side of his body. Without thinking, Y/N bolted forward, running as fast as she could towards Harry.

“Harry!” she cried out, her eyesight completely obstructed with tears.

“No!” Harry shouted as a third security officer grabbed ahold of Y/N’s arms, pinning them behind her back.

“Do you know this man?” the officer demanded. “His name was put on the no-fly list yesterday.”

“I-” Y/N looked over at Harry, who was vehemently shaking his head to say no, no, no, please do not tell that man you know who I am. It was already bad  enough that Harry was going to be carried away for the rest of his life. He would never forgive himself if Y/N got caught up in it too. “No,” Y/N finally said, and the man loosened his grip on her arms. “Never met him.”

“Get out of here, miss,” the guard said. It seemed like everyone in the entire terminal was staring at Y/N and Harry. Y/N took one last look at Harry as he mouthed I love you to her, his face the most clear picture of distress and pain Y/N had ever seen. She turned around, dragged herself over to where her suitcase was, and picked it up in time to see four armed, uniformed police officers round the corner. It took every ounce of her being not to run over and plead with them to be gentle with him, but she knew she had to keep moving. She ducked her head and walked, as fast as she could, away from the terminal to the airport’s exit.

The image of Harry mouthing I love you played on a ceaseless repeat in Y/N’s head. As she walked out of the airport, tears streaming down her cheeks, she swore she could physically feel her heart crush. Because she knew–no, she was sure–that she still loved him. She probably always would.

A/N: Hi friends!! I think this is gonna conclude this mini-series. I absolutely loved writing it and all of your sweet messages asking me to continue of course made me so happy! I wanted to leave it up to your interpretation to decide what happens to Harry at the end. If you liked part 3 or any other part of the series or if you have any feedback whatsoever, feel free to drop a message in my ask letting me know!!<3

||Hotdogs|| Liam Dunbar Imagine

//Yes I realize the title is fucking stupid.\

{Requested: Hello love!! Can I get a liam dunbar imagine where reader is like someone’s sibling and she’s dating liam and they were in like a really (really really) heated make out session then the whole pack walks in on them and teases them for a long time. Ps I love your blog and imagines!! ❤️}

“I hate life!"I screamed as I dropped my hotdog on the floor.
"What’s wrong?"Liam asked, running in with only his grey sweatpants on.
"Look at this awful sight."I mumbled, pretending to tear up.
"What?"Liam asked, kneeling down by me and the hotdog.
"I dropped my hotdog!"I yelled, making him roll his eyes.
"I’ll make you a new one."Liam said as he stood up.
I looked up to see his length showing clearly even if it was covered by the sweatpants.
"Are you wearing boxers?"I asked.
"Yes-"He started to say before I tugged down his pants.
”(Y/N), what the fuck?“Liam yelled as he covered himself.
"Jesus I thought you weren’t wearing any, you must be massive."I muttered, making him furrow his eyebrows.
"Your dick, it must be massive you moron."I blurted out, making him blush as he realized what I meant.
"Liam, why make a hotdog when you already have one for me?"I asked, making him scrunch up his nose.
"Ew (Y/N), don’t refer to my dick as a hotdog."Liam said, laughing slightly.
"I’ll get the ketchup and mustard-”
“You are not putting any condiments on my dick."Liam laughed as he pinned me onto the ground.
"You’re right, that is odd. We need mayonnaise as well."I said, making us both laugh.
Liam grinned down at me, leaning in for a kiss. I gladly kissed back, smiling as his hands left my wrists and trailed down to my shoulders. Liam strips his shirt off while he helps me take mine off. Liam and I kissed each other hungrily as he hands roamed around my back before unclasping my bra.
"Liam…"I giggled, making his eyes squint as he grinned, letting out a laugh as well.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him in for another kiss as he massages my boobs, causing my to moan. Our kiss became rougher as he started grinding himself onto me. He moaned as his member rubbed against my core, making me whimper. Suddenly the door flew open, making Liam and I jump slightly. Liam covered me with his body as the pack walked in.
"What the hell is going on here?"Stiles asked as he, Scott, Malia, Theo, Lydia, and Kira walked in.
"Uh we were-”
“I just finished taking a shower, so I only put on underwear and shorts. I was going to make a hotdog and I did but it fell because Liam ran into me, causing Liam to fall on me and the hotdog to fly across the room."I lied, earning laughs from the pack.
"First of all, why would you be walking around shirtless?"Stiles asked.
"Free the nips."I answered, making the pack snicker.
"Gross, now why did the hotdog just so happen to fly across the room?"Stiles asked.
"Well Stiles, I fell and my arms swung forward so the hotdog flew-”
“And why were you two making out?"He asked.
"We weren’t!"Liam spoke up.
"So what would you call what you were doing right now?"Stiles asked.
"Strengthening our bond and making a human connection brother."I answered, smirking.
"You have three seconds to run Liam!"Stiles yelled as he grabbed his bat from behind a plant.
Liam quickly ran outside while I held back Stiles.
"Stiles, you can’t kill him!"I yelled.
"Sure I can, I just need wolfsbane!”
*later that night*
“You want my hotdog (Y/N)?"Liam asked, making me choke on my hotdog.
Scott quickly realized why I had choked, making him smirk.
"Oh cmon Liam, you were about to give it to her earlier."Scott spoke up, making Stiles choke on his drink.
"What was it that they were doing?"Scott asked Kira, making her smirk.
"Oh, oh I’m falling."Scott mumbled as he took off his shirt.
"Oh no, are you okay?"Kira asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh no, I’ve fallen."Scott whispered before they began making out.
I glared at them but chose to ignore them. The whole night they kept teasing for what seemed like hours until I had enough.
I grabbed Liam’s hotdog, glaring at them.
"Sure Liam, I’ll have your hotdog."I poke up, making everyone turn their heads.
"Stiles, I’d leave if I were you."I whispered, making Stiles jump out of his seat as he screamed, covering his ears.
I grabbed Liam’s hand and made him feed me the hotdog.
"Mmmm."I moaned as I took a bite out of it.
Lydia shut her eyes and ran off with Malia. Kira and Scott followed behind as Liam kept feeding me more of his hotdog.
"Aren’t you leaving?"I asked as I turned to see Theo with a smirk on his face.
"Oh I’m enjoying the show."Theo answered, making me throw my knife at him.
"Fine, I’ll leave.”
(Liam’s P.O.V)
The teasing has been going on ever since last night. I swear I was so close to snapping at them.
“Oh Liam, oh god Liam!"Scott moaned, making the pack snicker.
Stiles had gotten up and stormed off, he didn’t want to hear what happened. He didn’t even know what was going on until the werewolves started to tease (Y/N) and I for having sex last night.
"Keep moaning my name (Y/N) and I won’t last that long."Theo said, making me blush and clench my jaw.
I could smell something strong, it didn’t smell good. I looked down at (Y/N) and saw her playing with her food instead of eating it. I sniffed her and realized it was her, her chemo signals were giving off an awful scent. I studied it for awhile until I found out what it was. She was feeling embarrassed, sad, anger, and hurt. I looked down to see a tear trickling down her face, making me wrap my arms around her. I pulled her away from the pack and stormed off with her.
"What happened?"I asked as I kissed the top of her head.
"They keep teasing us and it’s getting so annoying and frustrating. I’m so mad I’m crying."She answered, sniffling.
"Hey, hey, look at me (Y/N)."I mumbled, making her look up at me.
"We had sex, so what? I’m proud I had sex with you, god you’re stunning (Y/N). I’m lucky to even be in your presence, let alone be with you.” I stated, making her smile.
“I love you Li."She whispered as she rested her head on my chest.
"I love you too (Y/N), what do you say we go back and every time they tease us, we do something to gross them out?"I suggested.
"Sounds great."She mumbled before wiping away a few tears.
"You feeling better?"I asked.
"Mhm."She answered, smiling.
We both walked back hand in hand to find the pack still talking shit about us.
"Sure Liam, I’ll have your hotdog."Theo teased, making the pack laugh.
I looked over at (Y/N) who was already looking at me, smirking. (Y/N) stripped me of my shirt and then hers. She sat on my lap, facing me so we could make out. Lydia and Malia gagged and ran off. As soon as (Y/N) started to pry off my jeans, Scott and Kira dashed upstairs with Stiles, Lydia, and Malia. (Y/N) smirked as we pulled away from each other.
"I’m still here, please, keep going."Theo spoke up.
Liam and I rolled our eyes before putting our clothes back on.
"Teamwork is the work for a team!”(Y/N) screamed.
“Workteam is the team for a work!"I screamed.
"Shut up, you two make no sense!"Stiles yelled from upstairs.
"Can’t believe this all started over a hotdog."Liam muttered as Theo made a hotdog.
"Stupid hotdog.”(Y/N) muttered, making me laugh.
Suddenly Theo dropped his hotdog making him curse.
“No, not the hotdog!”(Y/N) screamed, making Stiles yell at us again.
Malia ran in at the mention of a hotdog, accidentally running into Theo. She fell on top of him, making (Y/N) and I laugh.
“Stupid hotdog."Malia cursed as she pulled away from Theo.
"Plot twist: Hotdogs bring people together.”(Y/N) spoke up, making my eyes widen.
“Oh my god, I think you’re onto something."I mumbled.
"You make the hotdog for Stiles and make him drop it. I’ll grab Lydia and make her fall on top of Stiles.”——————-
Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful day/night!

Not Today - Derek Hale x Reader

This was inspired by ‘Not Today’ by Imagine Dragons, you can listen to it here

A/N: This is set after episode three of season 3A. 

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

Derek stared blankly out of the windows, his t-shirt torn to shreds as blood dried on his tired limbs. He didn’t care, he was so lost, so confused. Erica was gone and Cora had come back. His mind was weighed down by grief as he wondered how he’d never known that Cora was still alive, how happy it would have made Laura.

Scott and Stiles were stood behind him, watching the alpha wearily as they tried to figure out what to do. It had been a long night, and while both of them were eager to get some sleep, they knew they couldn’t leave Derek like this.

“You have to call her” Stiles turned to Scott in shock, wondering if he’d been hit in the head at some point during the fight.

“You’ve got to be joking. Do you really think he wants to see (y/n) of all people right now?” Scott let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his hands down his face as exhaustion crept into his muscles.

“We have to try, she’s the only one Derek will listen to” Stiles eyed him doubtfully but, finding no other options, dialled (y/n)’s number.

(Y/n) groaned as she was roused awake by the incessant ringing of her phone. Leaning across the bed to reach for her phone, she answered the call.

“Hello?” There was a heavy sigh before an all too familiar voice spoke.

“Hey (y/n)”

“For Christ sake Stiles, it’s three in the morning” (Y/n) fell back against her pillows, wondering what the hell he’d got himself into this time.

“I know, trust me I know. But we need your help, its Derek” A pang of pain hit (y/n) in the centre of the chest, she spent her days trying to forget about him but the mere mention of his name brought everything rushing back.

“Stiles, I don’t know if you remember but we’re not a couple anymore. Derek won’t want my help” She struggled to keep her voice even as she listened to Stiles swear quietly.

“Look, I wouldn’t call you unless it was a last resort but things a bad, they’re really bad and I don’t know how to help him” The teenager’s words became more panicked the longer he spoke.

“Okay Stiles, I’ll be there”

Twenty minutes later, (y/n) was knocking on Derek’s door while wondering what the hell she was doing. They’d broken one another and she had no idea what seeing each other again would do to them. Before she had time to turn back, Stiles was wrenching the door open and pulling her inside. He kept looking over his shoulder as he contemplated how to explain the situation to (y/n).

“Okay, so” He paused, wetting his lips as he tried not to focus on the horror he’d seen throughout the night. “-Erica is dead but Derek found his little sister”

“Cora?” Stiles drew back in shock.

“I was his girlfriend Stiles, Derek does share some things” (Y/n) reached for Stiles’ hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry about Erica”

He only nodded before glancing at Derek again. “Look, he’s not coping very well. He’s been staring out of the window for the best part of two hours”

“And you only just called me?” (Y/n) threw up her hands in exasperation. “Go get some rest, I’ll take care of him”

Stiles let out a sigh of relief, happy to join Scott who had left ten minutes earlier as he stepped past her to reach the door. He shot one last concerned look at Derek before thanking her and leaving. (Y/n) watched the alpha cautiously, wondering if he’d even noticed her presence. Worrying her lip, she grabbed a clean t-shirt from Derek’s bedroom before filling up a glass of water. She made her way towards him, holding out the glass. Derek dropped his eyes down to the drink but didn’t say anything as he remained still.

“You need to drink Derek” He sighed heavily, watching the city below him instead of acknowledging her presence. Her scent alone was driving him mad, he wasn’t quite sure what would happen if he let himself look at her and he didn’t want to find out. (Y/n) set the water down and offered him the t-shirt instead. “At least change your top”

Derek stubbornly kept his eyes forward, waiting for her to leave so he could grieve in peace. When he continued to ignore her, (y/n) let the t-shirt fall to the floor, moving to sit on the table. “Derek, I know you don’t want me here but I’m not going to leave until I know you’re okay”

Derek almost snorted at that because when was he ever really okay? He was either fighting off his psychotic uncle or ex-girlfriend or now an alpha that was set on him joining his pack of killers. He swallowed thickly as he stopped himself from looking at her reflection in the glass. The ache in his chest was growing stronger and he didn’t know how to stop it.

Derek flinched when a drop of water hit his hand, shock running through his body when he realised he was crying. He wondered if (y/n) knew, if she was thinking how weak he was, how he was a useless alpha because he couldn’t even protect his own pack. He remained still when (y/n) stood up and reached for his hand. The warmth of (y/n)’s hand in his was familiar and foreign all at once. There had been a time when holding her had been all he wanted to do, a small reassurance that she was his just as he was hers. But now it unsettled him because it wasn’t real, she was only doing it out of sympathy.

“Derek, it’s okay” (Y/n)’s voice was barely more than a whisper as she watched tears cut through the blood and grime on Derek’s cheeks. He swallowed noisily, looking at her for the first time since she arrived. His heart sputtered out of rhythm as guilt settled heavily in his stomach.

“I’m not even sure I remember what okay is any more”

“I know it might seem that way now, but whatever this is we’ll fight it and find our way back to being okay” (Y/n) was talking like they were still a couple and it was killing Derek because they couldn’t have been further from being in a relationship. He’d destroyed their friendship by rushing into a relationship he knew he wasn’t ready for, but he’d done it anyway because he was stupid and reckless and couldn’t see how much he needed her until he’d forced her to leave after one too many broken promises. He loved her and he’d never be able to tell her. What kind of coward would he be if he chained (y/n) to him only to suffocate the light in her eyes with his own darkness? “It might not happen today, it might not happen for weeks, but it will get easier”

Derek turned to her, the tears in his eyes catching in the light as he thought of everything he’d lost and how much he had left to lose. “It’s a nice idea, but it’s not made for people like me”

“Derek” (Y/n) tried to brush away his tears but he flinched, hurt rushing through her chest as she let her hand drop. “At least let me take care of you, please”

“What’s the point?” The breath caught in (y/n)’s throat as she scrambled for a way to ease the pain in Derek’s eyes.

“I won’t be able to sleep if I leave you like this, so if you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me” Guilt stirred in her stomach as she used the unresolved feelings between them against him but it was the only way she could get through to him. “Please Derek”

He nodded slowly, letting (y/n) take his hand as she guided him towards the bathroom. She started the shower, making sure to get the temperature right before setting out a towel and stepping aside so Derek could take a shower in peace. He watched her as she moved, wondering if this is what life with her would be like, having a guardian angel to take care of him.

While Derek showered, (y/n) found some clean clothes and placed them on his bed before moving into the kitchen to try and cook something that would resemble a meal. It felt so strange to be back in the loft, it had been so long since she’d last been there and it hadn’t exactly been pretty. It wasn’t until tonight that she’d realised just how deeply her words had cut, she’d always assumed that Derek was over her before he’d even ended their relationship.

The soft pad of approaching footsteps roused (y/n) from her thoughts as she turned to smile at Derek. His hair was dripping down his neck as he hid his hands in the sleeves of his t-shirt. He struggled to meet her eye as she handed him a bowl of steaming pasta.

“Thank you” Derek’s voice was hoarse as he took a mouthful of pasta, relishing the taste of real food. (Y/n) tentatively reached for his hand, smiling at him softly.

“You’re welcome” They were quiet as Derek finished his food. He expected (y/n) to leave but she cleaned up the kitchen before moving over to his bed, taking the time to make it properly before taking the empty bowl from his hands and nodding towards the bed. Too tired to argue, Derek complied with her wishes, trudging over to his bed and sitting down heavily. Scrubbing his hands down his face, Derek dreaded the day to come, knowing that he would have to face it alone.

Gentle hands pulled his away from his face. (Y/n) smoothed Derek’s damp hair away from his face and brushed away a stray tear with the pad of her thumb. “Lie down Derek, try to get some sleep”

Swallowing thickly, he did what she said, settling back against his pillows and trying to get comfortable. (Y/n) started to walk towards the door before Derek caught her wrist with trembling fingers.

“Stay” His voice cracked as fear bubbled in his throat. Understanding crossed (y/n)’s face as she nodded, rounding the bed to slip under the covers on the other side. She moved closer to Derek, letting him wrap his arms around her waist as she rested her head on his chest, the soft beat of his heart soothing her. Neither of them knew what tomorrow would hold as they stared into the darkness wide eyed, but for now, at least, they had each other.

Political Animals-Part 4

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Omega! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I didn’t hear a single word of the debate.  Not one damn word.  I hope no one asks me anything about it.  Every time I sneak a glance over at Sam he is looking at me, and he looks pissed.  I know there is nothing aside from my actual death that will get me out of the reception afterwards.  I am so screwed.

Finally the torture ends and we are able to leave.  The reception is being held at a hotel down the street.  A staff member ushered my mother, Cas, Meg and I into a waiting car.

“I think that went really well, Mom.” Cas said.  “What do you think, Y/N?”

“I…..um…..” I stammered.

“She has no idea, because she didn’t pay attention to any of it, did you?” My mother snapped.

“Mom……” Cas said in a warning tone.

I sat up straighter.  “Look, you wanted me here, so I’m here. And your still not happy.”

My mother gave me an appraising glance.  “You could’ve at least pretended to listen.”

“Can we please just try and get along for one night?” Meg said softly, ever the peacemaker.

I didn’t say another word for the rest of the drive.

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Chapter 23 (Behind the Walls)

Behind the Walls Masterlist

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 1429

Warnings: None. Language!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your advisor recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: Aaaand they’re back! I surprised myself writing this tonight tbh.Also, I’m really sorry this is the shittiest chapter/part I’ve ever written but something tells me if I get the writer’s block out of the way in this chapter then it’ll get better.  Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE.

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Thanks For Making Breakfast

The summer of 1984 had been positively unremarkable for Nancy Wheeler. She’d gotten a job at the local diner, Mike had lost his last baby tooth, and she and Steve had been okay. Just okay. The problem was that there wasn’t a problem at all—nor was there anything particularly good with them. They were… drifting. Not apart or together, but parallel to one another—neither willing to make any sort of move.

He’d dropped off a bouquet of flowers (daisies) not ten minutes before. It was a sweet gesture. He was sweet. But she felt suffocated, for whatever stupid reason. Maybe it was just the heat. Maybe they needed a break. Maybe they didn’t need anything and she would just get over it.

Nancy contemplated this as she sat on the sofa, watching the TV signal flicker in and out. Mike was across from her, their legs tangled together, playing on his Epoch.

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||One More Night|| Theo Raeken Imagine.

{Requested: Heey! I have a request, would you like to write a Theo Raeken imagine based on one more night by maroon 5? Love your blog!💗💗}

*Warning: Smut and mild violence*

(Reader’s P.O.V)
You and I go hard at each other like we’re going to war
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we start keeping score
You and I get sick, yeah I know that we can’t do this no more

Theo had been spending most of his days with Tracy, he was oblivious to her affection, but I wasn’t. Tracy fancied Theo and hated me because Theo and I were dating. I snapped out of my thoughts once I heard the front door open. As soon as Theo stepped in, I slammed his against the wall.
“What were you doing with Tracy all day?"I asked as I pinned Theo against the wall.
"Well hello to you too-”
“Start talking."I ordered as my eyes glowed a golden shade.
"Your pack declared war, so my pack is declaring war-”
“Declared war, Scott hasn’t done shit to you!"I yelled, making Theo clench his jaw.
"He took Corey from me."Theo muttered as he broke free from my grip.
"Scott didn’t do anything, Mason did. Mason and Corey like each other, he convinced him that you’re a selfish asshole who will let him die when you think it’s the right time."I explained.
"Looks like someone’s needs to be taught a lesson-”
“You lay a finger on Mason and I’ll make sure to pay Kira a visit."I threatened him.
His eyes darkened as he slammed me against the wall.
"You wouldn’t dare."He whispered as he glared down at me.
"Then don’t lay a finger on someone from my pack."I warned.
"Listen (Y/N), you really need to stop challenging me."Theo muttered as he let me off the wall but still had a tight grip on my arms.
"I don’t listen to orders from anyone besides Scott."I spat before breaking free from his grip.
"You’re lucky I heal or I would kick your ass for giving me so much bruises on my arms."I muttered as I shoved past him.
"I didn’t say you could walk away from me (Y/N)!"Theo yelled.
I scoffed but stopped as glass shattered against the wall I was near.
"Are you out of your mind? Throwing a glass cup at me?"I yelled, enraged.
Theo was about to say something until I threw a picture frame at him. The sharp end hit shoulder, cutting his leather jacket before gliding off of him and lodging itself into the wall behind him.
"Oh really?"Theo asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Really."I answered, grabbing the lamp by my desk.
Objects were thrown across the room with both of us either ducking or catching them. By now both Theo and I have spilled a little bit of blood, which I think was our goal. I picked up my desk and snarled at him. As soon as Theo ran, I threw the desk at him. Right as the desk was about to hit the back of his head, Theo slammed the front door. The wooden desk broke apart as it hit the door, making me growl. Theo opened the front door glaring at me.
"Another point for me, none for you.” I stated, making Theo scoff.
“The fact that we keep score is sick. Admit it (Y/N), this relationship is so dysfunctional that it’s unhealthy."Theo muttered.
"We can’t keep doing this, no more-”
“Then leave Theo, I’m not stopping you."I said, making him furrow his eyebrows.
"Don’t think I’m going to run after you, crying as I beg you to stay. I’m not weak, I’m not pathetic."I told him.
"Who says I want you to run after me? What if I want you to let me go?"Theo asked, stepping closer to me.
"Then go. Like I said, I’m not stopping you."I whispered, stepping closer to him.

But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
Yeah I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
And now I’m feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you

"Make me."He mumbled, now closing the gap between us.
"We both know you won’t, you like me too much."He whispered, smirking.
"Oh Theo…"I whispered, brushing my lips against his softly.
"The door’s open so get out of my house."I muttered, smirking.
Theo’s smirk faltered, making me walk away. He watched as my hips swayed back and forth, maybe I was doing it on purpose, just maybe. Suddenly Theo’s grabbed my arms and dragged me to the bed.
"Say that again, I dare you."He growled as he bent me over the bed.
"Oh Theo, you know I love it when you’re rough."I taunted, making him even angrier.
"Say that again-"He started to say until I pushed myself off the bed.
I elbow his face, making him stumble back. He touches his nose once he feels blood trickles down.
"You’re going to regret that."He muttered as he sprinted towards me.
I jump into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck as he kissed me feverishly. His hands started roaming my body as his tongue enters my mouth. I was angr-no I was more than that. What I felt was pure rage but once he sprinted towards me, I knew I would lose control. Normally by now I would shove him off, but instead I let him proceed. Theo pulled away from the kiss and started to leave sweet yet rough hickeys on my neck, making me moan.
"I remember this."He whispered as he noticed my tattoo on my shoulder.
"You got my initials tattooed on your shoulder, we were both acting very reckless that night."He mumbled before attacking my neck with his soft lips again.
"So did you."I muttered as I tug his shirt off.
I smirk as I found the tattoo of my initials on his shoulder as well.
"Well aren’t we both stupid."He muttered before ripping my shirt off.
"Indeed."I answered as I unbuckled his belt.
I’m too smart to fall for Theo’s tricks, I knew that. Yet here I am with Theo, ripping each other’s clothes off. Maybe I’m wrong, I might not be as smart as I believed myself to be.

So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I’ll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I’ll only stay with you one more night

"I swear."I whispered as Theo thrusted into me.
"What baby?"He asked as I let out a loud moan.
"I swear this is the last night I spend with you."I muttered as Theo let a moan escape his lips.
"You’ve said that like-”
“A million times, yeah I know."I mumbled before whimpering as Theo quickened his pace.
I flipped us over so I would be on top, riding Theo.
"And since this is the last time, better make the best of it."I mumbled before sinking down on him.
Theo grabbed my hips and helped me ride him faster, his claws sprouting out as he started to near his climax.
"I love hearing you moan my name."Theo moaned as my claws pierced his shoulders.
I whimpered as his claws pierced my hips, making Theo smirk.
"Look at me (Y/N)."Theo ordered as I shut my eyes.
"I said look at me!"Theo yelled, making me look down at him.
His smirked widened as he noticed my eyes glowing as I kept sinking down onto him.
"I want you to look at me when you cum."He whispered as his eyes began glowing as well.
I felt a knot tighten in my stomach and whimpered as I felt Theo twitch inside of me. We both let out screams, staring at one another as we released.
"Thank god your parents are still out."Theo mumbled as I collapsed onto him.
I started to doze off with him still inside of me.
"It’s cold."Theo muttered, making me groan.
I grabbed my blanket and covered our naked bodies with it. Theo smiled and left a soft kiss on my forehead, caressing my hair. I listened to his heartbeat as his chest heaved up and down.
"I think that’s the best sex we’ve had so far."Theo whispered, grinning.
"Like I said, since it’s the last time I better make the best of it."I mumbled.
"Ok (Y/N), whatever you say (Y/N). You know you love me.”

Try to tell you no but my body keeps on telling you yes
Try to tell you stop but your lipstick got me so out of breath
I’ll be waking up in the morning probably hating myself
And I’ll be waking up feeling satisfied but guilty as hell

“Why is Theo staring at us, it’s like he doesn’t care that it’s obvious."Liam mumbled as I sat in between him and Scott.
"Trouble in paradise?"Scott asked as I stuck my finger in the air for Theo.
"Oh no, we’re over."I muttered as Theo blew my a kiss, smirking since he knew he was getting on my nerves.
"Really, cause I can smell him on you."Malia spoke up, making me glare at her.
"Breakup sex?"Liam asked.
"The best kind of sex my friend."I answered, resting my hand on his shoulder.
"Hey want to go out with me?"Liam asked, making me spit my apple juice.
“Great, wow you look beautiful today (Y/N). God I love you (Y/N). Look, I don’t think it’s working between us, I think we have to break up."Liam rambled on.
The pack and I stared at him in confusion, making him laugh.
"Mind discussing our break up at my house, preferably when my parents are around-”
“Well aren’t you adorable."I said as I punched him playfully.
Liam and I laughed until I felt someone yank me away from the table.
"Greetings and salutations Mr. Raeken.” I said as I looked up to see a pissed off Theo.
“Get your own girlfriend Dunbar."Theo spat before dragging me away.
"Oh seriously, now at school?"I asked as Theo shoved me into the janitors closet.
"Wouldn’t be happening if you knew who you belonged to."Theo muttered, making me scoff.
"I don’t belong to anyone, I’m not property, I’m a badass woman who can and will kick your ass if you don’t let me out."I warned, making him laugh.
Theo let lips brush up against my neck, making me gasp. He knew my weakness was any sort of interaction with my neck.
Theo started to suck on my neck as he opened the door.
“No."I objected as he kept kissing my neck.
"Then leave."He whispered as his fingers brushed lightly against my underwear.
I glared at him, I knew exactly what he was doing.
"No."I whispered before wrapping my arms around his neck.
"That talented mouth of yours says no but your gorgeous body says yes."He whispered as I closed the door.
"You’re wearing lipstick (Y/N)."Theo reminded me as I began to leave hickeys on his neck.
"I don’t care."I muttered as I locked the door, just to be safe.
"Oh no (Y/N), I’m taking you to my house."He whispered before unlocking the door.
"Take me now before I change my mind."I growled as we practically ran to his truck.
Theo speeded off and luckily for us, we got there quick. Theo ripped the door open and slammed it shut as he shoved me into the floor. He stripped himself of his shirt and dove onto the floor, crawling onto of me as he kissed me hungrily. This morning when we both woke up in my bed, I felt the hatred for myself sky rocket through the air. As much as I enjoyed last night, I felt guilty for ignoring my conscious when it told me to just leave and not look back. Since that happened this morning, I bet it’ll happen when Theo and I finish.

But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
And I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
And now I’m feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you

"After this, I’ll take you to to eat. Anywhere you want and I’ll buy you that eyeshadow palette you’ve been gushing about this whole week."He muttered as he ripped my bra off with his claws.
"Theo!"I growled, angry that he had ripped yet another bra.
"I’ll also buy you more bras, the comfortable and sexy ones you like."He said, making me smile.
He unzipped my pants and yanked them off before ripping my underwear with his claws.
"Theo I swear to god-”
“New underwear too baby."He whispered, making me grin.
"And I’ll give you a massage later, but right now I’m hungry."He mumbled before his tongue attacked my lips, and not the lips on my face.
I arched my back as his tongue roughly gilded on my folds, making me pull on his hair.

So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I’ll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I’ll only stay with you one more night

"Theo I said I swore stay with you one more night."I whimpered, holding back a moan.
"You can keep saying that but it’s not true."He mumbled as he added a finger.
I let go of his hair as I arched my back against the white fluffy rug again. Instead my claws found the wooden floor and started leaving claw marks on them.
"One more night Theo.”

Yeah baby give me one more night
Yeah baby give me one more night
Yeah baby give me one more night

It’s been three days since the night Theo ate me out on his floor in his house. Every last three nights I had been telling Theo that I would only give him one last night. Just like right now.
“Keep going baby."He whispered as I bobbed my head up and down on his hard length.
I gagged as Theo thrusted himself into my mouth, grabbing a hand full of my hair.
Once Theo had came, I got off my knees and laid on his bed.
"Do you want to go on a little trip to the nearest Disneyland this weekend?"Theo asked as he wiped away some of his cum from my mouth with his thumb.
"What I want to do is stop this sex crazed obsession between us, this toxic relationship."I muttered, making him frown.
He shoved his thumb in my face, forcing me to suck on it.
"Do you really want to leave me?"He asked, making me clench my jaw.
No, no I didn’t, but I knew I had to.
"Just give me one more night (Y/N)."He begged, making me groan.

Baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
And I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

"You look stunning (Y/N)."Theo whispered, sitting down next to me as I waiting for the pack.
"You don’t look too bad yourself."I mumbled as we gave each other a small kiss.
"Waiting for Scott and his pack?"He asked as he wrapped his arm around me.
I nodded before spotting Liam, Mason, and Corey. Corey’s smile dropped once he noticed Theo by my side.
"Be nice or I’m not going on that Disneyland trip with you."I warned Theo, making him roll his eyes.
The three of them sat down and greeted us.
"Say Liam, you seem to be getting fitter."I spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.
"All for you."He winked, making me laugh.
Theo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but I didn’t think much of it.
"Although I notice that your left arm is slightly bigger than your right arm. Now if I’m correct, you’re left handed, right?"I asked.
"Correct."Liam answered as Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Malia sat down with us.
"Thought so, what could you possibly be doing to get your left arm bigger than your right arm?"I asked, smirking.
"Well thinking about you of course."He answered, making Scott, Stiles, Mason, Corey, and I laugh.
Out of nowhere, Theo sat up and stormed off.
"I think your boyfriend doesn’t know about our playful banter?"Liam asked.
"One, he’s not my boyfriend and two, he doesn’t."I answered.
"Oh right, he’s your friend with benefits."Liam said, making the whole pack choke on their drinks.
"Call me when you kick him to curb, after all I am next in line for his spot.”
(Theo’s P.O.V)
Ever since I stormed off this morning, I haven’t seen (Y/N). She wasn’t in any of our classes, or in anyone’s class to be exact. She must’ve left, she did say she would only stay one more night. I sighed before opening the door to my house, revealing (Y/N) with a poster in her hands.
“What’s this?"I asked as I noticed the candles and rose petals everywhere.
"I’m sorry about the past week, I don’t know what to do anymore. I know I’m smart, I’m smart because I know I should leave you but my stupid heart won’t let me. You’re confusing me."She explained.
"So you put this all together to tell me you’re leaving me?"I asked.
"I put this all together because I love you and I want you to make the decision. "She answered.
I looked at her, shocked that she had actually said she loved me out loud. She told me before that she didn’t like to say it because she was fearful that it would make her seem weak and vulnerable.
"And I want you to keep in mind that this decision will not only affect you, but it’s going to affect me. Make the best decision for the both of us."She mumbled.
I read the sign she had in her hands, making me laugh.
"Don’t go bRaeken my heart."I read out loud, making her grin.
"How do you do that?"I asked.
"Do what?"She asked, confused.
"Make me love you even when I know I shouldn’t."I answered, making her laugh.
"I could ask you the same thing."She mumbled.

So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I’ll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I’ll only stay with you one more night

"So what’s your decision?"She asked as she collapsed on my bed.
I smirked as I nuzzled my face in her neck, making her giggle. She grabbed my blanket and used it to cover our naked bodies as she snuggled into me.
"We end this or stay together?"She asked, looking up at me.
"One more night."I answered, making her grin.
"One more night it is.”—-
Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I’m sorry it’s so long. I hope you enjoyed it! Have a wonderful day/night!

Touching You (3/?)

Bucky x Reader
WC 730
Summary You meet Bucky in a club and things progress. After a one night stand, you find him at your place of work the next day. After reading your texts, he shows up where you are at that evening where he eventually walks you home. What happens next?
Warnings Swearing, kissing
AN This is a series I started thanks to an idea @melconnor2007 helped me come up with. Not sure how long it’s going to be as it’s a WIP. There will be smut in upcoming chapters so 18+ only
Also, I suck at summaries. Sorry Tags are open (I’m tagging my usual people but let me know if you want off)

When you spoke, it was accusingly, “You told me your name was Bucky!”

Bucky - James - whoever he was, stood there casually, “It is Bucky. Well, Bucky’s a nickname, my given name is James,” he leaned against the door, “but no one calls me that so I wasn’t dishonest with you. I swear it.”

“Well, you have to leave. You can’t possibly be my client now. It violates so many rules!”

He held up his hand, “Now hold on a second. What happened last night happened under the premise that it was a one time thing. We didn’t know each other and it’s not like we’re in a relationship, right?”

You nodded.

“Would you massage a friend?”

Again you nodded, “But we’re not friends! We’re strangers!”

“Exactly!” he smiled at you.

“What? No! Ugh!” you threw up your hands but knew you had lost. “Fine,” you snapped, annoyed, “Get undressed, lie on the table, and cover yourself with the towel. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” you stormed out of the room before he had a chance to answer you.

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The morning after | Tyler Down & Montgomery De la cruiz

{ The morning after Jessica Davis’s party}

Your POV.

You woke up and could still feel the alcohol from last night swimming around in your head. You grunted into the pillow. Your eyes ached, your brain felt like it was doing 100 sit ups and your entire body felt weak, as if you had dropped half your body weight last night.

You looked around and noticed that you wasn’t in your bed. You didn’t know whose bed you laid in. None the less, it was annoyingly comfortable.

Did I hook up with someone last night?  And if so, who the fuck was it? - you racked your brain for thoughts

“Hell no” you mumbled to yourself. One night stands was completely out of your character. I mean, you couldn’t even stand sharing a bed with your sister, let alone some kid from school. Plus you weren’t single.

You looked around and noticed your phone, facedown on the bedside table. The brightness made your head throb so you turned it down a few notches before reading the time. 7:15 am. The door creaked open, your head snapped towards Tyler, who walked in carrying a tall glass of water.

“Tyler?” You questioned as you scratched near your hair line.

“Y/N?” He snapped back

“Did you and I… did we?”

“Have sex?” Tyler chuckled “He’ll no. I would never take advantage of you like that”

He dropped a pain relief pill into the glass and watched it dissolve before handing it to you. You looked under the duvet to see that you we’re not dressed in your outfit from last night, but an oversized ‘guns & roses’ t-shirt.

“But you did undress me”

“Only because you vomited all over your clothes from last night”

Your eyebrow raised “Touché Taylor”

“Tyler” he corrected

“My bad”

Tyler smirked at you before sitting down by your feet. You didn’t know Tyler that well, you saw him occasionally down the hallway at school or in the corner at any big event, hidden behind a camera. But that’s all.

“Well thanks for taking care of me, I thought one of the girls would have at least taken me home..or Monty”

“Why? Is that what you wanted?” Tyler questioned

You sipped the last of the water and whipped he corners of your mouth and eventually responded with “Is what, what I wanted?”

“..For Monty to take you home?”

“Well, we are dating” you tell him, putting extra emphasis on the ‘are’ “It’s low-key but, it’s the least he could do for me”

“Oh right. I didn’t know” Tyler says as he rose to his feet. He walked over to his desk and picked up his camera.

“Can I be honest with you Y/N?” Tyler asked with his back turned away from you.


“..Why are you dating Montgomery? From what I know, he’s a shit person and probably a shittier boyfriend?”

“If shittier is even a word” he continued

“First things first, it isn’t, and secondly..” You sighed “You don’t know him like I do”

“That’s what they all say” Tyler mumbled

He turned to face you “I just thought you knew you we’re better than that”

A puzzled expression plastered across your face “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“That you are worth so much more than him”

The room feel silent. Then suddenly the door burst open and a middle- aged female stepped into the room.

“Tyler time for school-

You sat upright in the bed and smiled towards what you assumed, was his mother.

“Oh- sorry. I didn’t realise Ty had a girl up here” she said before smiling back at you.

“Yeah but it’s not like that” Tyler informed her, pinching at the bride he of his nose “We’re just friends”

Friends? You thought.

“Right” his mum nodded awkwardly


At school.

You and Tyler walked arm in arm into school that day, just talking about random shit that you didn’t realise you both had in common. You really appreciated Tyler for his act of kindness and for not trying anything with you like most boys would.

As soon as you walked in, you spotted Montgomery at his locker. Your boyfriends nose flared as he noticed the guys besides you. Immediately he, stormed over to you and Tyler. You knew Monty very well, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. And he was beyond pissed off about it.

“So this is who you we’re with last night?” Monty questioned you but before you could even answer, he shoved Tyler up against the lockers and grabbed his shirt. The sound of Tyler’s camera smashing against the floor caused a few people to stop and look over.

“Monty let go of him” you warned as you tugged on his strong arms, not budging him one bit.

“Did you sleep with my girlfriend?!” Monty yelled, catching the attention of more people.

“We didn’t do anything Y/N tell him” Tyler panicked- all in one breath

“Monty he didn’t touch me. I swear” you said calmly. “Ty and I..

"Oh so it’s 'Ty’ now? Last week you didn’t even know his fucking name!” Monty yelled

“Your just jumping to conclusions” Tyler stutters

“Oh am I?” Monty asked as he clenched his fist by his side.

“Just leave him alone!” you snapped “You can argue with me all you want…just leave him alone”

Monty looked to you then back to Tyler.

“..I don’t want to see you anywhere near her. Do you understand?” Monty threatened and Tyler nodded

“Fucking leave her alone” he warned

“Montgomery?” you huffed. Monty finally freed Tyler, holding his hands in surrender as he did so. Tyler hopelessly slid against the locker then stumbled away and picked his camera up off the floor, holding the shattered pieces in his hands.

You motioned to him but Montgomery held you back “I’m so sorry Tyler- I’ll get you a new one-

Tyler cut his eyes at you and just walked off, disappearing into the crowd of kids.

"Y/N, why the fuck we’re you with Tyler last night?” Monty questioned

You didn’t answer. You raised your hand and slapped Montgomery across the face, earning a few 'Ooo’s’ from Justin and the rest of the jocks as they approached the two of you. He stood there- in shook- holding onto his sore cheek.

“Ty was right” you began “Your a shit person and an even shittier boyfriend”

You stormed away

“Shittier’s not a word babe!” he called after you

You rolled your eyes and held up your middle finger, flipping him off and earning a few cheers from his so-called friends.


I have a thing for slapping Montgomery in all my imagines… oh well. What d'you guys think?😅

I Am An Alpha Ch 9: The Rest Of The Pack

“So who were those other wolves out there?” I wonder as I peek out behind Kris. The four wolves that had peeked out of the forest have now collected the alpha I fought with and returned to the forest, not before giving me a dirty look. At the same time my other mates appeared their alpha pheromone dominates the air, making me feel like I’m suffocating. The six of us are still standing inside, we had decided to at least go into the living room to let the others catch more of my scent. My hyungs are close by, I can smell them but they must have noticed the new wolves and decided to hang back.

“They are our brother pack,” Kris tells me.

“They must not be too happy that I attacked their pack member are they?”

Yixing growls, “I don’t give a fuck about how they feel, they’re just lucky we didn’t tear him to shreds for touching you.”

I cling to the back of Kris’s shirt when I begin sensing Yixing’s anger, “Hyung.”

“Sorry,” He takes a few deep breaths in a sad attempt to calm himself down.

I glance around, “Where is Baekhyun hyung?”

“He went out to talk to your pack, we were planning on having them here before the others returned but I guess that isn’t going to be happening,” Tao sighs.

Kris groans, running his hands through his hair he decides, “We should do this now, they are going to get mad.”

“Suho and Minseok hyung are already fuming,” Kai clucks his tongue.

“Someone go grab them some clothes, we don’t need them flashing her the first time they meet. Yixing, keep an eye on Chanyeol, I’m expecting him to be the most eager to get closer to her. I’ll keep an eye on Minseok hyung since he might be pretty bad too.”

Kai sets off in search of clothing.

Sehun scoffs, “Are you really going to try and get in between Minseok, Luhan, and Suho hyung and our mate? They are going to fight you hard on that one.”

“How do you think they are going to react to my past and my pack?” I wonder, feeling uneasy about these new mates.

“I didn’t even think about telling them about your past,” Yixing sighs in obvious frustration.

“Let us take this one step at a time, starting with walking out there,” Kris officially decides. “Open the door back up.”

Tao sighs but obeys, he slowly unlatches the door and pushes the massive wall of windows to the side, opening the room to the cold. Kris forces himself to step aside but keeps his arm around my shoulders. My eyes go wide at the sight of six beautiful wolves sitting in the snow. I don’t feel scared as bad as I did yesterday, but it’s still there gripping my heart, ready to send me into panic mode.

“They are so pretty,” I mumble softly, unconsciously reaching out my hand to run it through their fur but I notice and pull my hand back. “Sorry, most alphas probably don’t want to hear that.”

Kris chuckles, “So bashful again aren’t we?”

“Do you want me to start fighting again?” I tease.

“Please no, someone is going to loose it.”

“Can I go touch them?” I look to him for permission, which he gives me with a gentle nudge forward. I take a deep breath and step out onto the cold stone patio. A few more steps and I’m back in the snow, I should have asked for shoes but I’m this far, no going back. Unconsciously I approach one specific wolf, his scent draws me in, coffee. “You are the one who distracted me during the fight,” I note mostly to myself but they hear. The caramel colored wolf looks away from me to glare at the head alpha. “Don’t be mad at him,” I quickly defend, “I was just causing trouble. I tend to do that.” I’m trying my best to be playful but he just continues to glare, actually making Kris gulp. I cock my head, “You must be Minseok hyung.”

His head snaps back to me.

“So is that a yes?”

A nod.

“They actually haven’t told me much about any of you, or the fact that any of you existed but they mentioned a few names. Who is Luhan hyung?” I’m trying so hard to be warm, and I’m actually really impressed with how little my hands are shaking and that my heart hasn’t pounded out of my chest. Hesitantly a pretty auburn wolf comes forward, I give him a small smile and a bow. “And than I think it was Chanyeol hyung?” A silver wolf steps forward, this one with much more excitement, he makes me think of Baekhyun but Baekhyun has a much pinker tint compared to this new wolf. “Who was the scary one you mentioned? Soo hyung?” I nervously scan the three other wolves, none of them look particularly scary in fact one stands out to me. His big eyes lock with mine making my heart melts. “So cute!”

Jongin sees me take a few steps toward the wolf, “That is Kyungsoo hyung, or Soo hyung. He doesn’t like being petted.”

“Oh, thank you for letting me know,” I bring my hands to my chest to keep myself from touching them recklessly. But out of the corner of my eye I swear I see Kyungsoo giving Kai a death glare. “After that I think they mentioned Suho,” I watch the last two and see a tan wolf nod his head at me. I bow back before looking at the last one. With an encouraging nod of Kris I approach the last wolf who is a beautiful dark shade of brown, “I’m sorry they didn’t mention your name, you must be the well behaved one, from what I’ve heard in these brief ten minutes is that all the others are trouble.” The wolf laughs making me smile.

“I have clothes for them,” Kai mentions with a giant stack of clothing in his hands.

“Could I go talk to my pack so you can have a good talk with yours?” I ask Kris with a big smile. A chorus of growls erupt from the wolves sending me back on to the patio and into Yixing’s arms.

“They probably don’t like the idea of you leaving at the moment,” Yixing informs me.

“I think they are coming our way again anyway,” Kris sighs, “They must have felt your fear spike suddenly.”

“There they are,” Tao nods toward the forest where a black wolf appears. “Or at least one of them.”

Without a thought I book it pass my mates and right into the snow without a single thing on my mind other than for, “My pup!” I basically scream when Kookie and I get closer. I didn’t realize how much I missed him, I know it has only been a day but that is a long time for us. He tackles me to the ground and licks my face all over, making me a giggling mess beneath him. “Kookie!” I scold through my laughing.

“Hyung!” Jimin and Taehyung yell as they also bust out of the forest, behind them is the rest of my pack and Baekhyun who is just glaring at our touchy interactions.

He pushes through my pack to get to Jungkook and I, “Unless you want your throat ripped out, I suggest you remove yourself from her. We may know what is going on but our other pack members don’t and they are not in the best mood right now.”

Kookie growls.

Baekhyun’s sweet playful demeanor from yesterday seems completely different as he grabs Jungkook by the back of the neck and pulls him off me. “Come with me little wolf before the backyard becomes a battle field. You will be able to talk with your pack after we explain things,” He offers me a hand.

“Please go with him Insoo,” Namjoon quickly encourages me. “I would prefer not to fight with the black dragons.”

“I’m with Namjoon on this, please,” Yoongi almost begs, looking to the house with worried eyes. I follow his gaze back to the house to see eleven of my mates staring us down with angry blood red eyes. Jungkook whimpers with his head bowed to the obviously more powerful group, in fact looking to my pack I see that they are all backing down with their eyes to the ground. I gulp nervously but accept Baekhyun’s hand, he surprises me by just scooping me up.

“It’s freezing cold and you are out here dressed like this, what kind of mates let their mate out like this,” He mumbles mostly to himself as he carries me back across the field. “We should take this inside before she catches a cold.” He doesn’t even bother to wait for his brothers he just carries me inside like I’m a fragile little egg that is going to break. He sets me down on the cold couch before wrapping me up in the blanket that one of the others brought. Kris is kneeling in front of me peeling off the socks he had just put on me that are now soaking wet.

“No more going outside until we have proper clothes for you,” Kris declares. The wolves come in, two of them rush passed with their clothing in their teeth, Minseok and Suho, while the others stop by me. Chanyeol is the first to come right up to me, he sniffs my clothes, his nose wrinkles.

“Do I smell like my pack again?” I sniff my sleeves and only find Yixing’s sweet scent now mixing with another sweet smell, like fresh cakes.

“You reek of Yixing hyung since you slept in his room and his clothes,” Baekhyun explains as he fetches me a mug of tea. “Even thought he is also your mate, we don’t like any other alpha smell near our mate.”

“Sorry Hyung,” I reach other without a thought and stroke the silver blue wolf’s fur. He cocks his head in confusion, “Ah, the hyung thing, we will explain that when everyone is here.”

“So you need to go upstairs and get dressed,” Kris commands. I’m surprised when the big wolf just comes closer and nuzzles his snout into my stomach. “Chanyeol,” The head alpha tries again, making the younger whine.

“Don’t you want to be able to talk to me?” I tempt the wolf with a smile. He groans but quickly heads off towards the stairs, leaving the other three behind. They stare at me, Chen and Luhan are closer, within touching distance while Kyungsoo is far out of my reach. “Are you all going to transform? I actually kind of want to see you react to my past, I didn’t get to see yesterday because I passed out.”

All eyes go to Kris who already has his hands up, “It was an accident.”

“We were gone for a week and all hell breaks loose,” An unfamiliar voice snaps from the hall. Two men come in, they are about the same height but one looks much younger than the other. The last three wolves are off to transform so they can join the conversation as well. One with cat like eyes glares at Kris for a moment before looking down at me huddled on the couch and his face softens. “Hello little wolf.”

I sniff the air, “Coffee,” I hum. “You must be Minseok hyung.”

He smiles cutely, “I am, I’m very happy to meet you my lovely little wolf.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I try to stand to greet him properly but the second I try Kris’s hands are on my shoulders pushing me back into the couch.

“Your feet are freezing, how can you not notice?” The older scolds as his large hands gently massage my shoulders.

I look down at my feet, “I haven’t really noticed, I think they are numb.” I try to curl my toes with little to basically no response at my brain’s command, “Yep, they are completely numb.”

“Can you feel this?” Minseok is suddenly a lot closer, his hands are on my ankles, his touch sends a shot of electricity up my leg making me jump away. He holds his hands up, showing me that he means no harm but it’s not that I’m scared, my heart is just racing.

“I can feel that,” I whimper.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” He stands up and takes a few steps back.

“You didn’t frighten me, you shocked me,” I look down at my hands nervously.

“Do you want another bath?” Yixing offers, he joins me on the couch, sitting as close to me as possible. I see the way Minseok watches our physical interactions with irritated jealousy.

I pout, “Another one? I guess, just to warm me up, but only if you sit with me again.”

“Why him again?” Sehun pouts.

Tao joins in on the whining, “Why not one of us?”

“Because from what I’ve heard you guys can’t control yourselves around me, but lets say I give you the benefit of the doubt, do you think you can handle being locked in the same room as me while I’m completely naked and basically defenseless?” I cock a brow at them, “Kai saw me in just a towel and went complete alpha on me, do you think you can handle it?”

The two boys share an angry look but say nothing more. Baekhyun steps forward, “I can do it.”

“Okay, lets go Hyung,” I try to stand up but Yixing has his arm around my shoulders in and instance.

“She asked for me,” The older of the two snaps.

“Can both of you just come along? The more the merrier,” I suggest, hoping to defuse the situation.

“Where are we going? Can I come too?” A tall man bounces into the room, silver hair a ruffled mess, a massive smile on his handsome face. The scent of cake tickles my nose.

“Chanyeol hyung?” The other three come into the room, one with big round eyes catches my eye, “Soo hyung?” The man stops, his eyes seem to get bigger when he sees me. I can’t help but smile at him, something about this man makes me feel more warm at just the sight of him.

“Hello,” He bows his head, “I am Kyungsoo.” He makes me think of hot chocolate. From his dark brown hair to his chocolate colored eyes, heart shaped lips make me think he is a soft person but I remember Jongin’s words and curl back into myself.

“Of course, I’m sorry for speaking so informally,” I bow my head apologetically.

“Ignore him Love,” Yixing guides my gaze back to him with a soft caress of my cheek. “You look cold, lets get that water going.”

I’m about to agree when movement on the edge of the forest catches my eye, “What about my pack? Aren’t we going to explain everything?”

“What do you need to explain?” One steps forward, “Did something happen?”

I look to my six mates who already know, “Should I just say it?”

Kris sighs, “Might as well, Tao, can you go get her pack in here? Take them in the front go and down into the basement to hang out while we talk about this.”

“Why do I have to take them?” Tao pouts, earning himself a dirty look from me.

I narrow my eyes at him, “Do you have a problem with my pack?”

“Of course not!” He replies quickly followed by soft words that melt my heart, “I would just rather be up here with you.”

“How about if you are nice to my pack I’ll let you come in when I take a bath too?”

His eyes light up like fireworks, “Really?”

“Yes, but only if my pack gives you a good review so be nice.”

He nods eagerly before rushing outside. I chuckle as I watch him go to my waiting pack.

“Now what is the world is going on?” Minseok asks as he sits on my other side.

I look at Kris, “Any suggestions on where I should start off?”

“How about your name?”

Bluebird- Chapter 2

Prompt/Summary: This is the continuation of the album challenge fic.  You know the boys before they go off to war.  This whole fic was actually inspired by the song and by this Gif set: http://mamalaz.tumblr.com/post/156497052177/mamalaz-howard-and-peggy-travel-to-the-future 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: time travel

Word Count: 712

Author’s Note:   I said I was going to make it better.  I didn’t say I would do it right away. 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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Bad Ideas (Chapter 14)

This Chapter is longish, almost 3000 words. And rough guys, it was hard to write, hard to edit, hard to re read.
Trigger warnings– sexual assault (discussed/threatened) violence, people die. Violent!Peter is not to be fucked with, and he goes to a pretty dark place.
So… be warned lovelies. This is no longer our light hearted little fic it once was.

That being said, I’d also REALLY like to know what you think because zero feedback on a chapter makes me nervous! I have some very specific reasons for writing certain parts of this the way I did, so feel free to drop by my ask box with any questions!

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God it hurts.
Peter knew without opening his eyes that he was tied to a chair, his arms forced back in an uncomfortable stretch, his legs tied down as well. Definitely wasn’t at home any more, not that there would be much left of their house after that explosion, but he could smell the dank and damp of a subterranean basement and that made him nervous.

Everything hurt so badly, from his head where it had smashed into the floor, clear down to his feet, probably burned from the blast since he had been barefoot.

He had been thrown into the second bedroom when the rocket blew, landing on the bed for a split second before he had managed to flip it over on top of himself and curl into a ball, trying to avoid the worst of the debris.

He didn’t remember getting dragged it of the house, or the ride to wherever he was now, but everything fucking hurt and he couldn’t help groaning when he tried to lift his head.


Thank god Wade is here too.
“Wade?” He licked his lips and gingerly straightened up.
The Alpha was tied to a chair several yards away, ankles and hands shackled, rope wrapped around him several time to keep him immobile.

“Oh fuck baby boy I wasn’t sure if you were okay.” Wade tried to lean forward to get a better look at him. “Been calling your name for hours, I was so worried you weren’t going to wake up. You okay? Just banged up? You alright? I am going to kill these guys, Peter I swear to god.”

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