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Jughead x Reader

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Summery: Jughead and y/n get caught up in a heated moment by the lake

Y/N POV -

The heat radiated off my skin as I stepped out of the water onto the riverbank. There was a warm subtle breeze hitting my face as I join the others sat on a large rock, beer cans and food around us. The gang had decided to start off the new term at school on a high note so we all met up by the river for the day and had a couple of drinks. The group consisted of Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica, Jughead and myself.

We all sat round on the rock sharing laughs and making plans for our future summer together. Although some moments weren’t as perfect as others due to there still being tension between some members of the group. There was an ominous feeling about the day as we’d all pushed aside the Jason Blossom case to free our minds of the stress for one weekend.

I sigh and take in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling cold, refreshing water droplets spin down my back from my wet hair. I run my fingers through it to untangle the knots that had appeared. I look to my left to see Jughead awkwardly looking around unsure of what to do with himself. A look of slight discomfort contorted onto his features.

“You okay Juggie?” I ask him quietly not wanting to draw the attention of others. He just looks at me and shrugs, a solemn look about him.

“You gonna strip those clothes off for us Juggie” Veronica cheekily flirted towards the only one still fully dressed at the time. Jughead just scoffed and looked away biting back  “Are you gonna learn to keep your clothes on Veronica?” gaining awkward hisses and coughs from the others.

“That’s a little harsh isn’t Jug, considering it’s still basically summer, are you not planning on getting in the water with the rest of us later on then?” I ask him discreetly smirking his way.

“If it gets too hot then sure i’ll come in, but it’s not necessary for me to sit here half naked and be even more uncomfortable” he passive aggressively comments throwing his arms into the air.

We all just let out breathy laughs and go back to coordinating normal conversation. Not that any of us could really have a normal conversation as our minds had been constantly filled with the conspiracies towards Jason’s death.

“So Archie, how’s your music coming along?” Betty questions the red headed boy sat opposite us. “Yeah it’s good, I’m just really trying to throw myself into writing really, right enough of this sitting around, who wants to get in the water with me?” Archie suggests standing up, Betty, V and Kevin all stand up and follow Archie into the water, all smiles and laughs. I really did love my friends.

“You don’t have to sit here with me because you feel sorry for me you know?” Jughead suddenly snaps looking towards me. “I’m not staying with you because I feel sorry for you, I’m staying here because I enjoy your company dumb ass” I laugh and playfully shove the raven haired boy. He chuckles and grabs my hands to stop me from pushing him. Goose bumps travel up my arms as his hands come into contact with mine. I lean in towards him and let myself collapse in his lap, my head looking up at him, while our hands were still intertwined he fiddled with my fingers.

“I love the way you act around me, you’re just more free” I say looking up at his beautiful face. His green eyes catch mine and he smiles, Not something many people got to see very often, but I had always had the ability to bring it onto his face.

“Well that’s because I’m comfortable with you, I don’t have to pretend to like you it just comes naturally” there was a few minutes silence after his confession, where we just sat enjoying each others company listening to the sounds of our surroundings. You could hear the water splashing and our friends laughs were heard over the buzzing of the nature. It was a truly breathtaking moment in time.

“Do you think we should tell them?” I ask him quietly not wanting to spoil the atmosphere.

“Tell them what?” He replies dumbly knowing exactly what i was talking about, just then he let go of one of my hands and brushed it through my hair, making loops around his fingers with the locks.

“About us” I retort flatly, not taking his sarcasm to heart.

“meh, why do they need to know right now, I don’t care just as long as you’re happy, but not everyone has to know our business, let them just sit and ship us for a while longer” he breaths out.

“yeah it is kinda fun watching them freak out over the little things isn’t it” I giggle and look down at our still intertwined hands. Jug just smiles and nods down at me.

“Right” I sigh standing up and pulling him with me, “take your clothes off we’re going for a swim” He groans in distaste pulling a face but still he shrugs his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes. I couldn’t help but stare at his body as he removed the layers of clothes. His slightly indented stomach sort of gleamed as the sun hit his skin. He was perfect to me, not completely ripped like Archie, he had a slightly toned lanky figure which suited him well. Once he was ready I lightly pushed him back yelling over my shoulder.

“Race you to the water” I giggle running ahead. It didn’t take long for him to catch up and we joined the others in the water.

“well look who decided to show up” V commented splashing water up at me. I let out a small screech as the cold water splashed up at my body, I just laughed and splashed her back. Bad move. We had started a splashing war between the group, everyone screaming and laughing kicked and thrashing in the water to get everyone wet.

Even Jughead joined in and genuinely looked happy, something that goes a long way in my eyes, I loved to see him happy and smiling, a nice difference from his usual grumpy disposition.

We all carried on messing around in the water for a matter of time, when Betty suggested taking a swim around the lake, Her and Archie swam off and Veronica and Kevin were heavily enthused in competing on ‘who can do the better handstand’

“You wanna take a walk?” Jughead nudges me, his arm comes up to my waist and he tugs me towards the river bank again. I ring out the water from my hair as we walk towards the rock where his clothes were. He just shimmies on his jeans and hands me his flannel shirt, I look up at him and smile, putting the flannel on over my body.

We walk through the forest into a more secluded area, talking about nothing in general. I stop to look at the scenery before us. You could still see the lake peaking through the trees, and sunlight streaking through the gaps of branches. Jughead pulls me towards him by my waist and presses his lips against mine briefly. he pushes his forehead onto mine and breathes out “Beautiful” raising a hand to my face he strokes my cheek, his rough thumb stroking over my bottom lip, I look up into his eyes and notice the contentment in them.

He leans down pressing his lips to mine again, harder than before, his grip around my waist subconsciously tightens. My arms sling around his neck, one hand coming into contact with his face the other falling to the back of his head grasping the wavy raven locks in between my dainty fingers.

He slowly starts to walk me backwards not breaking the kiss until my back hits a tree. Both of his hands now resided on my waist tugging at the shirt he had so graciously handed to me. Our lips moved roughly against each others, both of us pouring our passion into the other person. My hands slipped down from his neck and rested on his smooth chest. Jughead pressed himself closer against me our chests now flush together. I could feel the rough bark from the tree behind me digging into my back. Giving me a slight sensation while our lips were meshed together.

I captured his bottom lip in between my teeth and lightly sucked on it before returning my lips to his. His hands slid round my waist to my lower back where he pulls me closer into his, if that’s even possible. The closeness between us right now was why we enjoyed being with one another, the raw connection we both felt never hesitated to send shivers down my spine.

“Woah! what’s going on here then guys” We hear the smug comment from Veronica, causing us to pull away from each other in shock. she just laughs and shakes her head. “I knew something was going on between you two” and walks away yelling to the others that she had some “big news”

“Well i guess the cats out of the bag then” Jug smiled and looked down at me, still holding onto my waist.

“Do you want me to go and tell her not to say anything?” I enquire looking up to him shyly, not really caring we were caught.

“Nah, let them all see I’m a fool for you” he replies pressing his forehead to mine smiling down at me. I just smile and lean up to press my lips to his once more. This really couldn’t have been a more perfect day.

Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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Because I Love You | Theo Raeken x Y/n

episode : 6 , season 6 

prompt: Takes place when Liam ‘ressurects’ Theo with Kira’s sword.


Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Liam, Hayden , Mason and you discuss about Liam’s plan of buying a lightning rod to catch ghost riders.

“A lightning rod costs 25 hundred dollars…” Mason trails off. Liam and you grimace, not knowing what else to do.

You guys were able to figure out that Mr.Douglas saw the ghost riders, asking him for help. Mr.Douglas explains how he can’t even build a conduit that could even absorb that much energy.

As you all walk out of his classroom in defeat, Liam speaks up.

“What if… we find someone that can absorb that much lightning?” Liam suggests, you and Hayden turn around to face him.

“ I don’t think even Kira can absorb that much energy” Hayden huffs at Liam’s bizarre idea.

“Josh did it, he ate electricity” Liam states; you raise your eyebrows.

“ Good job Liam. You did it. Now lets go resurrect the dead” you sarcastically say.

“ Josh may be dead but his powers aren’t” Liam says looking down. Your breath hitched.

What is this boy suggesting right now?


“Liam….” Hayden trails, looking at him suspiciously.

Hours later, Mason comes by to pick you up.

You bite your lip nervously, unsure of what Liam has in plan; hoping that it doesn’t involve who you think it involves.

You close your eyes drifting off as mason sped through the streets.

‘Hi, name’s Theo Raeken…..’

‘y/n’

‘That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl’

‘Babe! Come take a picture with me ‘

‘You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met ‘

‘Shut up Raeken’

‘ I love you y/n’

‘…. I love you too’

Your eyes open as Mason abruptly stops the car. You rub your eyes vigorously; not believing you even bothered to think about him.

Every step you took leading to the tunnel got heavier, your heart pounding. You see Liam and Hayden eyeing you.

“You Okay y/n?” Hayden asks, placing her hand on your shoulder. You glance at Liam to see him looking away from you. Your heart gets heavier.

“I don’t know”

You guys start walking into the tunnels to be greeted by Mrs. Yukimura and Kira’s sword. She hands it to Liam telling him whatever happens, Liam will be at fault.

At this point you were shaking in fear, you already know what’s going to happen.

The last time you saw him he was dragged into the ground. You cried endlessly. Your love literally was dragged into hell.

You watch as Liam stabs the concrete with the sword; Hayden tried stopping him but was too late.

You watch as a familiar hand sticks out of the ground, you grab onto Hayden; not believing what’s actually happening.

He jumps out of the ground and grabs Liam by the collar.

Yelling and asking where is his sister; then continues to scream that he’s gonna kill us all.

Hayden quickly jumps in and pleads with Theo, explaining that they brought him back. You stand there heavily breathing, not knowing what to do.

Liam retaliates and grabs Theo, yelling that he’ll send him back. You look up to stare at Liam.

“No” you said lowly. Theo and Liam turn to you.

You watch as Theo’s eyes widen.

“Babe…” you heart jumps out of your body as those words left his lips. Your emotions overwhelm you.

So there’s only one solution.

RUN

You turn around and quickly ran out of the tunnel, seeing him after all he’s done, scared you.

You hear heavy footsteps gaining onto you, you push a little harder to run faster but to no avail. Strong arms wrap around you forcing you to stop.

You hadn’t noticed earlier, but tears were streaming down your face like waterfalls.

“y/n calm down” he whispers, holding onto you.

“ LET ME GO” you scream, thrashing around. All the things he’s done to your friends, the people he has killed, rushes through your head.

“ y/n its me” he says softly

“ yeah, a god fucking murderer let go of me!” you yell, thrashing around will only exhaust you, so you stopped, just silently cried.

Seeing you like this, pained Theo. He did what he had to do to survive with the dread doctors, to protect you. His heart aches seeing you sob so much over the fear of him. He listens to your heart beat, the one thing that calmed him, is now pounding out of control.

He closes his eyes, as he intakes your scent he has yearned for forever. He slowly lets you go, knowing that he has lost you forever.

You quickly made distance between the two of you, wiping your tears angrily.

“I’m sorry y/n” he says sadly, looking down.

“Fuck off” you growl.

“ Theo we brought you out so you could help us with the ghost riders, they took our friends and a whole lot of others” Liam interjects. you feel Theo’s eyes scanning you, so you walk towards Hayden.

“ I’ll do it, anything for y/n” he says staring at you.

“ what a dickwad” you whisper into Hayden’s back, currently hiding from him; like a small child.

Theo chuckles a little.

Good to know her personality hasn’t changed at all

“Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it” Theo huffs, glancing at Liam.

Don’t worry Y/n, I’m going to protect you whether you like it or not.

Because I love you.

You Belong With Me

Originally posted by perryskeet

A/N: AND SHE RETURNS!!! Hello, it only took me eight years but here I am, with something new, especially for @thatsadbreakfastclub and our mutual love of Reggie. Its not perfect but it’s s o m e t h i n g (hopefully it’s not eight more years until the next one)

Summary: Walking alone in Riverdale can be dangerous, especially at night when well-meaning football players are lurking. (Andrews!Reader)

Word Count: 2,133

Warnings: N o n e, ‘cept some mild fear at the beginning 

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Three’s Company

Staring: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins

You all can thank @uttertrash–butlikecutetrash for this one ;)


A soft nuzzle at your neck wakes you up as there’s a tickle between your thighs while a strong hand massages your breasts. Your eyes flutter open, instantly widening as you look down.

Jensen’s familiar lips work your neck, Jared’s strong tongue glides between your folds, Misha’s strong hands work your breasts.

“Boys, boys, boys…what’s with the pampering?”

“We need you Y/N,” Jensen’s husky voice whispers in your ear. Jared’s groan waves through your sex as Misha sucks your nipple into his mouth.

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2

The blank screen of his laptop was taunting him, he had been working on an article for the blue and gold, about the missing beakers in the chemistry labs for almost half an hour now and he had nothing.
Normally if he had this problem, Betty would swoop in and provide him with some much needed inspiration and encouraging words.

Unfortunately today, the beautiful blonde journalist was nowhere to be found. She was never late, in fact she was almost always their atleast an hour before he was. So where was she?

Ten minutes later the door swung open, popping his head up fully expecting to see Betty he couldn’t hide his disappointment when it turned out to be Cheryl. But something was wrong, Cheryl was out of breath and her fiery red hair was wind blown and out of shape, she had run here, and everyone knew Cheryl blossom did not run.

“Cheryl… what’s going..” he was cut off quickly by the infamous prima donna

“They sent me here because they know you wouldn’t kill me by accident, you have to hurry. It’s Betty. She’s been hurt.”

It took him no time at all to slam his laptop shut and head out the doors, Cheryl following close behind, her heels clacking in the tile.
“What happened.” He demanded keeping pace.

“It’s chuck. Betty was changing in the locker room when Veronica noticed a huge bruise on her back, when she asked her about it she just broke down, told us everything. How chuck has been pretty much attacking her, pushing her into lockers, slamming her against the wall and threatening her after practice. He’s upset that she got him kicked off the team. But that’s not even the worst part.”

Jughead didn’t know how much more he could take, he felt sick to his stomach and all he saw was red. he was gonna kill Clayton, he didn’t care about the consequences, Chuck Clayton was a dead man.

“What’s the worst part” he ground out through clenched teeth, he could see the locker room in the distance.

Cheryl stopped him before he entered the room
“He tried to sleep with Betty, after practice yesterday. He pulled her into the janitors closet and he tried to… ya know. She got away obviously but he punched her in the face, she’s been hiding all of the bruises with makeup. None of us knew.” Cheryl hung her head in shame.
Nodding to the redhead and giving her shoulder a squeeze, Jughead slammed through the doors.

There was Betty, Kevin on one side of her and Veronica on the other. Archie was there too pacing back and forth, as soon as Archie caught Jugheads eyes he nodded. He had his back, he knew Betty was Jugheads girl but she was also his best friend and this was not gonna go unpunished by either of the boys.

“Juggie.” Betty whispered from her spot on the bench, she jumped up instantly, holding her arms out to him, shaking hands and red rimmed eyes.

He had her wrapped up in an instant. Squeezing her to himself “I’ve got you babe. I’ve got you.” She sobbed into his chest as he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want you to be mad.” She whimpered.
“I’m not mad at you Betty, why would I ever be mad at you?” Jughead pulled away slightly clutching her chin in his hand. What did she mean?

“It’s my fault juggie, I had to go all crazy on him in the hot tub and now he wants revenge, I should’ve just left it all alone.”

“No.” Jughead protested, dropping his eyes to look into hers “this is not your fault, there is no way I’m going to let you think any of this is your fault, Chuck Clayton is insane. He is an egotistical bastard, who’s pride was damaged when you brought him down, he thinks he can get away with hurting you but it’s not going to happen. I’m going to show him exactly what happens when you mess with something I love” Jughead was fuming. Chuck had hurt Betty, physically injured her, and assualted her, that was unforgivable in itself but to make Betty doubt herself? That was the worst thing he could have done.

“He doesn’t know who he’s messing with, I can get the entire football team against him, I already texted Reggie, he’s waiting outside. Whenever you’re ready dude, we know exactly where he hangs out.” Archie said from his side nodding angrily at Jughead.

“You don’t have to do this! You can get hurt, it’s okay l’m okay!” Betty pleaded, grabbing on to jugheads arm.
Sliding his hand to the back of her head he gently brought Betty’s lips to his, kissing her softly.

“I have to do this Betty, for you and for me. I can’t let him get away with this.” Walking forward, Archie by his side, they all headed outside.

Sure enough Reggie was there looking heated alongside Moose Mason, Adam Devine and Trey Walker.

Reggie stepped forward placing a hand out for Jughead to shake
“Maybe I’ve been an ass to you and maybe you haven’t deserved all the shit I’ve put you through, I’m sorry man. Sticking up to Chuck Clayton for your girl is a ballsy move. I watched my mom get knocked around by my dad my whole life, I’m not gonna let some punk beat up on girls and get away with it. Let us help you.”
His speech was accompanied by head nods and murmurs of agreement from the other three boys.

Grabbing Reggies hand and shaking it firmly Jughead nodded “it’s all good man.”

He turned around to cast a quick glance at Betty, Veronica was holding her tight and she looked terrified. He hated that he was scaring her, he wanted to run to her and hold her and tell her she would be okay, but he had to this.

“They’re under the bleachers, they hang out there now because they know they can’t be seen on the field.” Adam said from beside Reggie.

They all made their way over to the bleachers, Jughead felt himself getting madder and madder, all he could see was the damn purple bruise on his beautiful girlfriends temple.

There they were. Chuck Clayton and his goons standing huddled under the bleachers

Reggie smiled wickedly and mumbled “showtime” under his breathe before loudly declaring

“Hey fuckers!”

All four boys turned around, laughing stopped when they recognized their former teammates and the beanie wearing boy.

“What do we have here?” Chuck smirked cockily, eyeing Jughead up and down before his eyes drifted over his shoulder. “You got yourself a security team princess?” He called to Betty.
That was it. Jughead lunged, taking down Chuck instantly, he vaguely heard the other boys handling Chucks friends, he was blinded by rage.

He was punching him, repeatedly to be honest, he wasn’t doing much other than punching, there was blood everywhere and chuck was screaming and thrashing, but Jughead had all of his weight on top of him making him immobile.

Suddenly Archie was pulling him off the beaten boy on the ground
“You’re good Jughead, you’re good.”

Panting and staring down at the boy “stay the hell away from Betty, don’t look at her, don’t talk to her, don’t even breathe near her or I’ll kill you, there won’t be anyone to stop me. I will kill you” he spit out, shoving past the boys as Reggie turned to his boys a shocked expression on his face “that was badass, we gotta get him on the team, we need a new right tackle.”

He made his way to Betty who was crying now as she reached up to touch his face
“You’re bleeding.” She whispered

He touched his nose and winced, he hadn’t even realized chuck had hit him.
“I’m okay. The more important question is are you okay?”

Leaning her head against his chest she breathed shakily before looking up at him

“I love you Jughead Jones, more than anything in this world”

He just laughed relieved

“You have no idea, Betty Cooper”

Owari no Seraph Headcanons

-Vampires click their top fangs against their bottom ones when they’re nervous. It’s usually super quiet and humans typically can’t hear them, but other vampires can

-They make this sort of rattling hiss when threatened or angry, kinda like a rattlesnake mixed with a cat. If they’re hurt when they’re hissing, they’ll shriek

-Their bottom fangs are spurs that hook into the flesh of their victem, anchoring them in and making moving difficult. Because venom production starts right before they bite, these spurs usually have a thin coating on them that numbs them to the victem, unless the bite was intentionally done without venom, which SERIOUSLY hurts and is usually something done in fighting instead of hunting because a screaming, thrashing human is difficult to drink from even with super strength

-Their claws (we sometimes see Ferid and Krul with their claws out when they’re fighting or angry, you can catch them if you watch close enough) slide out over their ordinary nails and are tough enough to dig into rock without breaking. Some vampires like to paint them in their free time (fucking Ferid with his purple-ass claws is evidence for this headcanon)

-They’re somewhat desensitized to pain. Minor injuries don’t bother them at all, and major injuries are more of a shock thing than anything else. This is because their healing abilities mean they don’t need to be careful with their injuries, as long-term healing isn’t really a thing. Therefore, the pain reflex has been mostly deactivated as feeling pain on a human level would be more of a crux than anything

-They’re mostly visual and sound-based predators, and hunt like big cats (based off their pouncing reflex). This means that they can do that thing where they can hold their head perfectly still even when the rest of their body is moving. And yes, they probably do the butt-wiggling

-Based off their ability to apparently run on the fucking walls and ceilings if they so wished (like in the first opening), their ankles and wrists are probably more flexible than ours and can pivot at angles that would make us scream to maximize their climbing ability (like that one squirrel{?}/lemur {idk I’m not that good at mammals} that can twist its back feet around to climb down trees). They probably also have longer hooked claws on their feet to hang from things so they can grab people preying-mantis style.

-Judging from how most of them seem to have really pale colouring, all of them have a strong adversion to sun (for obvious reasons lmao), the ability to climb on stone/hang from things, and a strong preference for the underground, I’m going to take a gander and say that they’re probably naturally cave dwellers

-They’re naturally solitary predators, and only usually form strong social bonds with people left over from when they are human (even if both are turned, the bond still stays)/the affection between sires and their offspring. This is why they aren’t very emotional; they don’t need it to survive and communicate, like we do. This lone hunter mentality also contributes to the tendancy to think over feeling, and is also why they don’t really care to learn things (because they can usually just figure it out by themselves). Eventually, some vampire went ‘hey, I’m strong by myself, what if instead of competing with other vampires we can team up and pool our reasorces instead of fighting over territory and prey’, and that’s how the kingdoms were formed. Vampires have since learned how to communicate with others and formed their own communication cues, but this is also where the pride and arrogance and splendor came in, because they’re essentially always trying to one-up the other vampires around them, so they eventually just started hoarding shit like dragons to prove themselves to the over vampires (a remnant of their territoriality)

-Their need to consume blood is partially a dietary need, partially magical. The blood provides the nutrients they need to get by, but it’s also a part of the curse that threw them into vampirism: essentially, you cheated death by drinking the life force of other humans (blood), but now that you’re technically supposed to be dead you’re running on borrowed time and *need* to keep stealing the life force of others to lengthen your own time. Because you weren’t supposed to cheat death, if you run out of time (starve/die), you get turned into a demon as punishment. (At least, that’s the basics of it). It takes three days to work the blood completely through the system, (as I headcanon it gets absorbed entirely, since they have only one specific food source), but they’ll still crave or enjoy drinking blood in between neccessary feeding times because it tastes good (like eating your favorite snack: you *can* have it later, but why do so when you can have it *now*) and it revitalizes their lives, giving them a sort of living high

-Vampires have the ability to echolocate if they are sunblinded (as their eyes are the most sensative). They’ll make these sort of throaty, high-frequency clicking noises that allows them to navigate them to a safe place until they are healed again.

-Fledgeling vampires are notoriously bad at learning to control their venom, and their progenitor usually gives them a few tips after they’ve drank from them for the first time because they have a higher resistance to vampire venom than humans. Fledgelings are also really bad at learning how to control their jumps and landings, so some of their first lessons are more focused on helping them learn to walk and jump again with their fancy joints and catlike reflexes than anything cool

-Then the next lessons are how to be self-sufficiant, like how to mend clothes and items and shit because no vampire wants to clean up after another one unless they’re their progenitor or special companion (and most times, not even then)
“When am I gonna learn how to do cool vampire things” “Shut up I’m trying to teach you how to fix your shit now so I don’t have to later”

-Most teaching is done by the progenitor because the most of the other vampires just don’t have the empathy or patience to care for a clumsy newborn who can’t seem to talk without biting themselves

-Sometimes vampires will start dripping venom if they’re anticipating a bite (like salivating) and they have to spit the excess venom out because it tastes bitter. The reason why they drip venom in the first place is to try to coat the rest of their teeth and numb their bite as much as possible so the human doesn’t struggle, but if the biting doesn’t actually happen it just accumulates and then their mouthes taste bad

-They have a rough patch on their tongue that puts pressure on the bite when they’re drinking, helping to increase the blood flow more than just the blood thinner in their venom. They usually press down, gather a mouthful of blood, pull back as they swallow, then press back down again to collect more, which must feel really frickin weird for the bite victem

-Their abilities to hiss, scream, and click makes being multilingual easy, which is why they can communicate with vampires across the world with little problem

Old-time vampire duels were usually fought with claws and dry-biting at necks and shoulders until one of them was killed or forced into submission

-The younger vampires are the most terrifying because they remember less of their humanity, making them more ‘purely’ vampire

Baring their fangs when fighting is an automatic reflex. Merely flashing the fangs is just aggression, whereas gaping the mouth open and baring all four fangs hints that they’re going for the kill

Because of their blood drinking and pouncing-attack style hunting, vampires have a greater range of movement in their necks that allow to look at things from many different angles and keep the movement without strain, like owls

-This is more of an observation than a headcanon, but all of the Michaela trait carriers seem to have a blood type of O, which also appears to be a delicacy in the vampire world

The louder you are in the ER waiting room, the more the staff is convinced that you are not having an emergency.

I mean it. You’re getting the attention you think you want, all eyes on you. Except ours.
“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Your fellow waiters ask us, concerned. Behind the triage window, you can’t hear our teeth grinding.
You’re in pain, i understand that. This might even be the worst pain you’ve ever felt.
But you’re probably not dying.

Dying isn’t loud.
A patient having a heart attack does not scream and thrash and gasp for air. It’s a whisper, a tightness, with slow flexing fingers.
A stroke happens in a fraction of an instant, and never makes any sound. More whispers, halves of sentences and muscles that don’t quite match up anymore, a puppet with a few of the strings cut. Alarmed and wandering eyes, maybe, but never yelling.
Or the more common killers, infections that shut down organs or the pipes of blood that sever. Cardiac or respiratory failure. If a person can talk they are, in fact, breathing just fine.

Remember this, the next time you come to an emergency department. Remember this when you’re sitting in the waiting room, while a sleepy-looking person in a wheelchair is whisked away without a word.

Saudade (2)

Bucky x Reader

Saudade: (n.) Portuguese for a melancholic nostalgia for someone or something from the past.

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence

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TAGS AT THE END!

Originally posted by coporolight

She was in and out of consciousness for three days. She doesn’t remember much, but what she does remember are Bucky’s ear shattering and gut wrenching screams. She remembers hearing the tools cut through skin and bones like he was paper. She groans, grabbing at her head. She sits up and screws her eyes shut. The blood rushes to her head and she felt like puking. Her eyes lock onto a bucket next to her and she crawls to it in a hurry, feeling the sensation to puke, but nothing comes up. She hadn’t eaten anything in days.

“Y/n,” a voice croaks from behind her, causing her to turn her head. She manages to gain her footing for a split second before losing her balance. She falls to her knees with a stubborn grunt and crawls over to Bucky.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: After a particular hard mission Alex comes home and just wants to lose control. So she basically drops to her knees and is ready to bottom once she comes home. I'm sorry. I am just a sucker for angsty sex...

Her nerve endings have been on fire for over eighteen hours.

She’d washed off almost as much blood as she had dirt in the DEO showers, and every one of her muscles ached.

She’d commanded her team and she’d gotten every single one of them home safe, including that rookie agent who had a kid on the way.

She’d been on her game, completely present, completely in control, completely focused, for over eighteen torturous hours with no let up.

If she’d lost control, even for a moment, people would have died. Good people. People who have other people who love them.

People she couldn’t afford to fail.

And now? Now, all she wants is the woman waiting for her at home, the woman who’d texted her saying Winn told me you had a rough mission, babe. I’m so proud of you for getting everyone home safe. I’d love to see you, but if you need to be alone, it’s completely fine. Let me know what’s best for you.

But Alex doesn’t want to let her know.

Oh, she’ll tell her all about the mission, all about the way they almost lost Chan, the way she almost lost a limb, the way they almost lost Winter.

She’ll tell her, but she’ll tell her tomorrow.

Right now? Right now, she doesn’t want to make any decisions.

Not anymore, not tonight. Tonight, she wants Maggie to make all of the decisions for her.

So she doesn’t text back, instead making the last decision she wants to have control of tonight. She shows up to Maggie’s studio and scrapes her key in the lock.

She looks into Maggie’s eyes – Maggie, fumbling around in the kitchen, wearing nothing but boxers and one of James’s sweatshirts – and she knows, immediately, that Maggie understands, just from looking at her – just from looking at her slightly hunched shoulders, her doe eyes, her small stance – what she wants. What she needs.

Maggie says nothing, just sets down the dish she was drying, wipes her hands, tosses the towel down, and strides past Alex to close and lock the door. She licks her lips, subtly checking Alex’s body for any outward signs of injuries.

Alex sinks to her knees.

Maggie’s breath hitches.

Alex’s eyes are wide and innocent and raw and needy, and when she licks her lips slow and suggestive, she makes it clear what she wants to do with them next.

Maggie tries to remember how to breathe before bending down and kissing Alex’s forehead.

“Be a good girl for me and stay here for a minute. Don’t move a muscle, Ally.”

Her words are commanding, but her voice is liquid and her eyes are gentle, are protection, are comfort, are safety.

Alex nods obediently. “Understood,” she whispers, and a thrill shoots through Maggie’s core as she strokes Alex’s hair gently before striding to her bedside table.

She feels Alex watching her, and her face heats up as her heart races, the sound of the opening drawer grating through the studio as she tugs out a harness, tugs out a strap on, and secures them both over her boxers. She adjusts herself so the base of the dildo is right over her clit, and she shudders with anticipation.

On her way back across the apartment – on her way back to Alex – she grabs a pillow, and when she’s back in range of touching her kneeling girlfriend, she instructs her to lift so she can rest her knees on the pillow.

Alex rises obediently, but her eyes are fixated on Maggie’s strap-on, her hips practically arching with need.

“Something you want, babygirl?” Maggie asks, tousling Alex’s hair with an almost lazy – but extremely deliberate – hand.

Alex nods quietly, and Maggie understands.

“I want you to suck me off, Alex. Can you do that for me?”

A strangled whimper nearly dies in Alex’s throat, and her eyes are wide, and her eyes are eager as she nods again.

“Good girl. Go on now, open your lips for me, baby.”

Alex obeys readily, and Maggie barely contains a growl.

She tosses her head back and pushes her hips toward Alex’s mouth as slowly, as controlled, as she can. Alex moans around the strap-on as she takes Maggie deeper, and the vibrations, the sound, the image of Alex Danvers on her knees for her, trusting her, loving her, wanting her, nearly make Maggie’s knees give out.

“I wanna be in the back of your throat, Ally,” Maggie whispers, her face hot, her heart hammering because what if that’s too much, what if Alex doesn’t –

But Alex does, god, she does, because Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, and Maggie’s fingers tangle in Alex’s hair as Alex takes her as deep as she can, bring her fingers to the base of Maggie’s strap-on and pushing in time with the movements of her mouth, her lips, so Maggie has all the pressure on her clit that she needs.

“Alex,” she moans raggedly, and Alex smiles even as Maggie fills her mouth, because god, she’s never trusted anyone like this, never wanted anyone like this, never wanted anyone to make decisions for her like this, to take care of her like this.

And god, does Maggie want to take care of her.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, I’m gonna make you cum, okay Al?” Maggie tells her, taking her hands out of her hair, off the back of her head, and offering to help her up.

“Understood,” Alex whispers in a small voice that has Maggie wondering what kind of torture she saw today, what kind of hell she survived, but she knows they’ll talk in the morning, in the safety of the sunrise and coffee and warm blankets and nakedness.

Right now? Now, she’s going to make good on her promise to make Alex Danvers writhe and scream and beg for her.

“Bed,” Maggie tells her when she’s on her feet, and Alex walks forward obediently.

“Strip,” is Maggie’s next command, soft but steady, and Alex’s wide eyes leave Maggie’s as she removes her boots, her socks, her jeans, her shirt, her bra, her underwear.

“My beautiful girl,” Maggie murmurs, and Alex has never felt this safe.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me.” Alex squeaks and Alex obeys.

“Understood,” she whispers, and Maggie is wildly in love.

Maggie kisses her way up Alex’s body, from toes to knees to inner thighs, from clit to stomach to breasts to collarbone to throat to face.

“You are so gorgeous, Alex Danvers,” she breathes into her ear, and Alex writhes for contact.

“Touch yourself for me, Ally. Show me what you want me to do to you.”

Alex could cum just from those words alone, just from the intensity in Maggie’s eyes, the way her look makes her feel surrounded, protected, held. Safe. Loved.

Valued.

Taken care of.

She brings trembling fingers to her nipple and she brings trembling fingers to her clit.

She pinches and she pressures and she obeys Maggie when she reminds her to keep her legs open so she can see everything.

“Is that how you want me to touch you, Alex?”

Alex squeaks and nods, and Maggie grins softly.

“With my fingers, with my tongue, or with my strap-on?”

Alex stammers and Alex can’t form words, and Maggie leans down to kiss her forehead, and Maggie understands, so Maggie guesses.

“You want me tongue here,” she suggests, gesturing to Alex’s nipple, and Alex nods desperately.

Maggie smiles and gently lifts Alex’s hand away from her breast, bringing her fingers slowly, deliberately, one-by-one, into her mouth. She licks and she sucks and she makes Alex whimper and thrash desperately, still touching her own clit, as Maggie wets each of Alex’s fingers before returning them to Alex’s nipple.

Alex gasps as her nipple hardens at the contact, and Maggie smiles softly.

“Good girl, Ally,” she whispers, kissing her forehead again.

“And you um… you want me to stay on your clit, or you want me to fuck your pussy like I fucked your mouth?”

Alex gasps out a strangled scream and her hips arch violently. “I…”

“You don’t have to say it, baby, just show me. Show me what you want, beautiful.”

“Understood,” Alex chokes out, barely breathing, and slips her three of her own fingers inside herself, all at once, because god she knows she’s more than wet enough, and Maggie moans raggedly at the image.

“You’re gorgeous, Danvers,“ she promises her, and Alex smiles breathlessly.

“I’m going to fuck you just how you want to be fucked now, okay? You gonna be a good girl and let me make you cum nice and hard for me?”

Alex squeaks and Alex nods, and Alex is wrecked and Alex is so, so desperate.

Maggie makes good on her word, her tongue working magic on Alex’s nipple, her palm, her thigh, working wonders on Alex’s clit, her strap-on stretching Alex out just like she wants, just like she’s begging for, just like she’s been waiting for since Maggie pulled out of her mouth.

Maggie holds her extra close when Alex cums, screaming and thrashing and gasping for breath, and Maggie whispers to her the entire way through.

“There’s my good girl.”

“I got you, baby, just let it all go.”

“God, you’re beautiful, Alex.”

“Alex, Alex, Alex.”

“I love you, Alex. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

And god, god, god, does she love Maggie, too.

kerfundlesnachle  asked:

I'm so obsessed with the champion's deaths why but anyway a thought came into my head that what if the new champions somehow (idk how through ✨magic✨) witness like a flashback to the original champion's deaths and its very dramatic and everyone is spooked and scarred (esp Sidon like that's his sister holy mmm) can u do a scenario for it i always dail whenever i try to write out my mind fanfictions

I feel man, like why must good die yooooung!! that was a 100 years ago but still i’ll be sad about it for a 100 years more. Omg what a good idea, a wonderful bone chilling idea. I hope I do this awesome idea justice  ~skeleton

Ok I kinda went overboard with this oops

Yunobo:

Yunobo was on his way to deliver the boss some more pain medicine when he was suddenly struck with a feeling of utter defeat. He falls onto his knees as the medicine bottle slips out of his grip and rolls across the floor. Suddenly he is not in Eldin, he is aboard rudania. There is blood. So much blood. Normally at the sight of such horror he scream, cry , anything. But he couldn’t do anything, couldn’t feel anything even as his great ancestor, Daruk, was struck before his very eyes. “I-I-I guess I’m a lou-lousy shield eh li-little guy”. The wave of nothingness was gone yunobo sobbed and sobbed at each wave of pain. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the pain medicine. Without thinking he picked up the bottle and swallowed the medicine. After a beat he realized where he was and what had happened. Looking down at the bottle he stood up and backtracked the way he had come. “you were a wonderful shield” he said to no one on his slow trek back.


Riju:

Riju sighed as she stared out into the night sky. Another restless night. Even though the threat of an out of control Naboris was a thing of the past nights like these, when the nightly winds held a bit more moisture than they should, still spooked her. Then suddenly a loud clap of thunder startled her out of her reverie and suddenly she was whisked into the midst of a terrifying electrical storm. Aboard Naboris. She whips as another clap resounds behind her. Urbosa. The Urbosa is right in front her fighting a horrifying creature that was using her own element against her. Urbosa face down on the ground. The creature prepares its weapon. Riju is screaming “MOVE MOVE” but its too late. She blinks and Urbosa is impaled. Urbosa sneers “bas-tard” before all the color drains from her and she collapses completely. When Riju finally becomes aware of her surroundings she’s being held by one of her guards. The other informs her she was screaming and thrashing. They look concerned. She stops them before either one can ask her about it, “I don’t want to talk about it”.


Sidon:

Sidon woke up crying. He was overcome with a wave of despair and utter pain. Seeking solace. He got out of bed and left his room and rushed to the domain center. He didn’t stop until he reached the statue. Her statue. It glowed and glittered in the moonlight and his racing heart started to slow. It was quiet save for the soothing sounds of water around him. Suddenly he noticed water coming from the statue, was it- was she- was Mipha crying? The sounds of water turned loud and unpleasant. Mipha was in front of him as clear as day. She was alive! She was- she was- in front of one calamity Ganon’s demons. Sidon ran to her as fast as could but she and it seemed to get farther and farther away. She closed her eyes. SISTER NO- She began to speak softly- SISTER PLEASE- “Link”- SISTER WAIT IM ALMOST- “I’m afraid I won’t be able to heal you anymore”-MIPHA- “or my little brother”-IM RIGHT HERE MIPHA PLEASE- “I’m sorry”. And like that she was gone, the moment was gone. Sidon was kneeling at the statue, tears streaming from his eyes. “No mipha, I’m sorry I couldn’t heal YOU”.

Teba:

He doesn’t admire the divine beast Medoh’s former champion as much as the other current champions admire theirs. He thinks Revali was too proud, too arrogant. And then the dream. More like the nightmare. Revali’s a bloody mess, his flight choppy and ungraceful. He looks as though he falling apart at the seams. Teba can almost feel Revali’s torturous pain. Each breath is filled with agony. But Revali’s expression is that of concentration, his beak forming a grim line. He’s smacked onto Medoh’s back truly spent, teba is screaming at him to stay down, nut he gets back up. He gets back up, he gets back up, until finally he doesn’t. His final words breathy and haunting. “I’m sorry everyone, I’m sorry”. Teba bolts up from his bed and breaks into a cold sweat waking Saki next to him. She’s asking him if he’s alright, Teba can’t seem to hear her. He whispers into the night. “He truly was a noble warrior”.  

Touch: Part 2

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 3.4K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, (vague) mentions of torture and medical procedures, swearing

A/N: I love this request and couldn’t resist revisiting this fic one more time!

Part 1

~~Bucky’s POV~~

Bucky impatiently waits, his legs unable to stop from bouncing, as he keeps his eyes glued to the hangar entrance. You’d been gone on a mission for a few days now, and even though he’d seen how capable you are in the field, he still stresses when you were on a mission with him to make sure you were safe.

“Are you sure they’re coming?” Bucky asks, chewing on his bottom lip,

“Yes,” Steve reassures him for the 10th time, “The comms are down on the quinjet, but Nat never misses a deadline. She said they’d be back at 2pm, just give them time,”

Bucky nods, Steve’s words having not really calmed him down. As if on cue, the double doors that lead to the hangar bang open. Bucky’s head snaps up and his nerves finally start to fade. He can’t keep the smile off of his face as he waits for you to wander into the compound.

But that’s not what happens. Bucky watches as Natasha slowly walks in, looking like she was in another world. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, but she didn’t seem to be looking at anything or anyone. Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat as he notices her damp lashes and your absence.

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Saudade (4)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence

CATCH UP HERE Part 3 Part 5

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She was right.

The physical torture was far less than that of the pain of being separated from Bucky. She had lost count of the days based on the memories she started to forget, which was around day 62. The memories started off small. For instance, she could no longer remember her second grade teacher’s name and she was her favorite or when she moved to Brooklyn. Now, she couldn’t remember Bucky’s birthday.

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“Stand For Something” - Aelin

This is an AU. 


She was light as a feather with the weight of worlds on her shoulders. In that moment she was nothing and everything. In that moment she was made of nothing and all of the elements.

She thrashed and bucked as Aedion squeezed her small frame, his face buried in her neck. He was muttering small words over and over against her skin, “Long live the King, long live the King, long live the King”

Aelin arched her back and she screamed as her mother said the words. She said the words that shattered everything she was made of. Evalin collapsed against Rhoe as the words tumbled off her lips,

“Sam is dead, fireheart”


Aelin looked in the mirror, her eyes red and dull. She swallowed, looking down at her hands. Her fingers were shaking and she gasped, covering her face. She couldn’t do this. There wasn’t one single part of her that was ready, yet she still felt a hand against her shoulder. 

“It’s time, milady” Aelin almost broke again, right there. Only Sam had whispered that word. Only Sam had spun her around and kissed her with everything he had, only to whisper in her ear, “I’m yours, milady”

Aelin closed her eyes. 

Laughter. What a blissful thing. They were meadows, having just had their picnic. Guards stood near by, but they ignored them. Sam smiled and he bowed deeply, holding his hand out. “May I have this dance, milady?”

They were so, so young. Their eyes still sparkled with an essence of youth and Aelin bowed deeply, fluttering her eyelashes slowly. She took her husband’s hand and let him pull her against his chest. 

It was then they swayed, Aelin’s face buried against his shoulder. Her arm was loosely wrapped around his neck, the other around his waist. Sam smiled and looped his arms around her waist in return, and they just slowly moved around in a circle. 

As one, together. The two of them. Nothing would break them, no matter how young they were, no matter how many people frowned down at their foolishness, they were still the Queen and King of Terrasen. 

“Milady? Lysandra bowed deeply and Aelin sucked in her breath, sliding on her lace black gloves. She watched as her wedding band, pure silver, disappeared under the fabric. She kissed her wedding ring gently, before nodding and setting her shoulders back.

She was queen. And it was time to put her king to rest. 

“He was a good man, milady,” Lysandra said as she led Aelin down the hallway. Aelin could hear the guards trailing behind her and her fingers went up to her hair, now flowing down her back. Too soon she had to do away with the married up-do she had worn ever since she married Sam. 

His death was only a short time ago and she was already changing. Aelin clasped her hands in front of her, pressing them against her abdomen. “I know he was,” She said as they turned the corner.

The night was particularly cold. The queen and king had been curled together, Aelin’s head buried in Sam’s chest. The blankets around them were a tangled mess, but they breathed as one. 

That was when the doors opened and Aelin was up in a moment. 

She was screaming the next. Men yanked her out of the bed and clamped their hands over her mouth, pinning her arms to her body, and holding her legs. They were suffocating her, too close, too unfamiliar. She couldn’t summon her flames.

Sam was up the next moment, but he already had a blade positioned at his throat. Tears were a steady stream going down the queen’s face and she screamed against the hand that was clasped against her mouth. 

The sharp tang of blood filled her mouth as she was slapped. She held her cheek and her lower lip wobbled. Someone grabbed her chin and she spat in their face, blood splattering. The man scowled and wiped it off slowly, “Girl-Queen and Boy-King”

Aelin would never forget his Adarlan accent. Her lips puckered as he pushed her cheeks in with his thumb and pointer finger, gripping hard enough to bruise. Aelin sobbed as she felt the fabric of her night dress move and Sam shouted. 

“The Boy-King dies,” Another snarled. Aelin sobbed and she screamed and thrashed as she was lowered onto her back. She arched her back as her wrists were pinned above her head, her ankles pinned to the ground. 

Her knees were bent and Aelin wriggled and bucked, trying to break free. “The Boy-King dies” The first man snarled, his fingers going down to his waistband. That was when Aelin heard the guards. The men froze as she trembled, then they were gone. 

Out the window. She hoped they fell to their deaths. 

Aelin got to her feet and she stumbled to the bed, before letting out a scream. She jumped into the bed, now stained and wet with red, pulling Sam’s head into her lap. “Get help! Help me! Please!” Aelin screamed. 

Her hands trembled as she pressed down on the wound in her husband’s abdomen. She screamed and buried her face in his neck, muttering prayer after prayer, to Mala Fire-Bringer, to Brannon, to anyone who would listen. 

Her husband stroked her hair, fully aware it was the last time he ever would. 

“Aelin,” Her cousin ripped her out of her thoughts and Aelin looked up. She struggled to swallow and let out a loose breath as Aedion wrapped his arms around her, hugging his widowed cousin. 

“The queen will be ahead shortly,” Aedion said dismissively. The guards bowed and they walked forward down to the other end of the corridor. But Lysandra stayed. Aedion paused and he looked at the girl, before raising an eyebrow. 

Lysandra bowed as low as she could go before scurrying off after the guards. Tears streamed down Aelin’s cheeks and Aedion quickly brushed them, kissing her cheek with a ghost of a touch. “He’s at peace now”

“Don’t fill me with soft lies and half comforts,” Aelin waved him off. She looped her arm with her cousin’s and began to walk once more. Though her legs felt like jelly and she wanted to vomit until she could no more, she made it outside. 

“Baby girl,” Evalin pressed her fingers against her mouth. Aelin put her hand up, silencing her mother. They were outside now. The whole continent was watching, waiting to see what the girl-queen would do. And she would show them exactly that. 

Aelin silently motioned for her parents to get behind her. She squared her jaw and let Aedion lift her sideways onto her horse. She let loose a small, private breath before the horse began to move. 

Aelin lifted her chin and she lowered her veil as they passed through the first of three towns they would pass. Aelin looked forward, not watching the people. They wailed for their king, her husband; they threw flowers and sent prayers to the gods. 

Aelin wanted to snarl the gods weren’t listening. But she stayed silent as they traveled through all three towns, her head bowed. But she was strong, because the people needed to believe their queen would get through this, even if she didn’t believe it herself. 

All too soon Aedion was pulling her down from her horse. She squared her shoulders yet again and waited for her parents and Aedion to fall in line behind her. 

Then the queen began to walk, she began her parade, to go bury her husband. 

She was wearing a white dress. The brightest and purest dress she had ever seen. And Sam couldn’t stop grinning. He was grinning so hard, his dimples dug into his skin. And Aelin giggled behind her hand. 

She had sworn she would marry for love and that’s what she was about to do. She would not marry for an alliance, she would not marry for power or a foothold into another kingdom. She would not marry Crown Prince Dorian Havilliard. 

She would marry Sam Cortland or she would not marry at all. 

And she was having her way. Though neither of them save themselves getting married at sixteen and seventeen, it was nothing short of perfect. Aelin kissed her parent’s cheeks and she grinned at Aedion, who in turn gave her two thumbs up. 

That was when she began to walk. Again, the whole continent was watching. And Aelin intended them to give all of them both her middle fingers as she married the love of her life. 

She was walking to Sam, and Sam was walking to her. They met in the middle and Aelin’s heart fluttered. She reached out and grasped Sam’s hands. “I do,” Aelin said after their minister said his holy words. “I do, I do, on this earth and the next, in this megauniverse and those that come after it, on this continent or at the bottom of the ocean. I take Sam Cortland, no one else, to be my husband. To hold my heart in his hands, to hold me in his arms”

Sam just grinned. “What she said,” He muttered softly. Aelin laughed and she looked back at the minister, an eyebrow raised. 

“I now pronounce you, wife and husband” 

Aelin pulled Sam down and she dipped him immediately, kissing him. The people gasped, but Aedion hollered, clapping. Sam laughed and he held Aelin’s head, fingering her hair, letting her dip him and kiss him. 

Aelin laughed and she stumbled a bit as Sam stood back up. His cheeks were flushed and he fixed her hair, brushing her cheeks and holding her face. “Good gods woman, I can’t wait until you do that again,” He grinned. 

Then they kneeled. And then they let crowns rest on their heads. And then they were queen and king. 

Aelin touched her lips. She was already next to the solid black casket. She pressed her hands tightly against her lips, and blinked rapidly behind her veil of black. Of mourning. Of death and destruction and a broken heart. 

Aedion gently pressed her back, giving her comfort. Aelin nodded and she clasped her hands in front of her, staring at her people. The lords and lordesses, the dukes and duchesses, they were here to mourn their king, and support their queen. 

In the front row Aelin saw Cal and Marion Lochan. Elide wore a black dress, lace flowing at the cuffs. Tears ran down her cheeks and she ducked her head into her father’s chest. Aelin wished she could do that, but she couldn’t. She had to be strong. 

Aelin swallowed and she bowed. She bowed for her king. Her knees pressed against the black fabric laid down for her. She pushed her entirely lace dress out, and she lifted her veil, her black morning crown settle on her golden head. 

Aelin leaned down and she pressed a soft kiss to the black casket. She ran her hand across it slowly and the people held their breath as their queen said goodbye to her king. Aelin moved her lips against the casket, “I miss you so much. But I will have our revenge,” Aelin snarled the word before she stood up, looking at her people once again. 

She felt like screaming. 

“Sam is dead, fireheart”

Aelin ran. She ran in her pale green nightgown, soaked in her husband’s blood. Aedion called after her then ran after his cousin. The guards turned away, pretending not to notice as their queen broke down. 

She ran into the throne room and narrowed her eyes on the Adarlan flag. She rushed over and gripped it, before ripping it to the ground. Aelin couldn’t breathe as she ripped down the Fenharrow, Melisande, and Ellywe flags. 

She spun around, Sam’s blood drying on her skin and she screamed, her throat spasming. Her voice cracked and she fell to the ground, screaming and sobbing. He was gone, he was gone and she could not bring him back. 

Then the flags burned. And the Adarlan one was first. 

“We stand here as a country in a terrible situation. Men broke down our walls and took our king,” Aelin’s voice did not waver. She stared her people, begging them to call to action. “They tried to ruin your queen and they killed your king. They killed my husband, my king, they killed Sam Galathynius”

Aelin clasped her hands tightly behind her back. She lifted her chin and swallowed. Her eyes stung with tears, but she willed them away. “My husband is dead. Our king is dead. But our nation is strong, power, and ruthless. Yet we are kind, loving, and prosperous. We will mourn and then we will be better than ever. Let my husband be a martyr, let him mean something” 

As one her people stood, then they bowed. They bowed to their queen, to their dead king, and to what they meant. Aelin slowly lowered her veil and she pulled her skirts out, a show of recognition to her people.

Then she turned away and stood by Aedion as her husband was put to rest in the Galathynius family tomb. Aelin looked away as the doors closed. She grabbed Aedion’s hand, her lace gloves brushing against his callouses. 

“They will get what’s coming to them,” Aedion whispered so softly, no one heard but her. Aelin looked up and Aedion gave a small nod. 

“They will give you a year of mourning,” Aedion said, clasping Aelin’s shoulder. She stood a little taller and stared at her cousin, power booming in those Ashryver eyes. “They will give you until you are seventeen, Aelin, then you will be forced to court and soon marry again. No one will interrupt your mourning. A year, Aelin, one year”

Aelin nodded and she took the black suit, the cloak, the dagger, and the parchment. She opened the parchment and read through it, before she reached a name. “Celaena Sardothien,” The queen whispered. This was who she would become after she put her husband to rest. 

She would become ruthless, she would become a blade, she would become the Adarlan assassins who had punctured her husband through his abdomen. And she would find them, she would look them in the eye. 

And she hoped they would recognizing the Girl-Queen that stared at them. Because she would be the last thing they ever saw. 

“Get revenge for my king, my brother,” Aedion said, his eyes hard. Aelin bowed to her cousin, and then Aedion bowed back. They clasped arms and shared a cruel smile. Then Aelin turned around and she left the General Commander’s office, ready to complete her mission. 

Now Aelin turned away from her people, to the Galathynius tomb, a trail of black lace following her. She walked slowly, seconds and seconds going by between each step. She slowed down her breathing as she slowly lifted up her veil. 

The Queen of Terrasen stared to the sky, and her eyes hardened. She pressed her fingers to her lips, and then she turned south, looking straight at Adarlan. She gave a wicked smile a queen would never have, “My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid”

“But you will be. I am ruination,” She growled, before lowering her veil. She would have her revenge. She would have it and she would enjoy every second of it. 

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Imagine Dean taking care of you when you can’t.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, sickness, language

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I haven’t written straight up Dean fluff in quite some time. So, I decided that today’s venture would be that. I know a lot of sickness is floating around, and I figured we could all use some Dean comfort. I have never written a Dean fic like this. It’s always Jensen. This wasn’t in ANY of my plans for my first Dean fic of the year, but it’s what happened. Sorry not Sorry. Also, credit for the title goes to @torn-and-frayed. Sickie poo little thing needs some Dean comfort cuddles. This is the best I could do.

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Riverdale Preferences : Where they like to kiss you

✨I finally found time to write, so here’s this, and even though I don’t say this a lot, every single reblog and like I get, makes me so happy.So, reblogs and likes are much appreciated.✨

Archie:

Your lips; To him, your lips were like irresistibly feather soft pillows that he desperately wanted to sink into. Your lips were often in a pout, and he gazed in wonder as those magnificent pillows of yours parted, he felt as if all the air was ripped out of his lungs. He adored the slope of them as he lazily traced a finger along their edges. He loved how your lips were never a blood red color, but rather a soft pink, like gentle roses. If you bit your lip, whether it be in confusion or on purpose, it took everything in him to keep himself from snatching the lip away with his teeth. The thing that he loved most of all was the way your lips fit together when you kissed. It was like the gods themselves had made them for each other, there were always intense galaxies in your minds. The vibrant stars contrasting against the velvet background. Kisses were what brought you closer, and what binded you together, in a hopeless situation neither of you ever wanted to escape from.

Betty:

Your Chest; You were ridiculously insecure about your chest. At a young age, your boobs had delevoped majorly, you were a d cup by your freshman year of high school. Those thoughts practically sprinted away form your mind whenever Betty was determined to make you feel better. Most of the time, she would quickly throw you onto her bed, straddling your waist while peppering kisses all over your face. She would then duck her head down a bit and light nibble on your breasts through your clothes. You always had a moan ready for the action, although it never left your mouth when or how you intended it to. The buttons of your blouse were violently torn, the sound of them flying in all directions could be heard in every inch of the room. Betty made sure to drag her coarse tongue completely over the shape of your breast, catching a nipple in between her teeth once in a while.

Veronica:

Your shoulder and hand; The jagged bones of your body shivered, as you hadn’t been able to eat lately. You had episodes like this a lot, you were hungry, yet you had no appetite.You had been to countless doctors visits, but they could never figure out what was wrong. Veronica was always there for you at a moments notice, ready to head to your house and cuddle while you watched a movie but you wouldn’t really watch it. She would be there, lying on the scratchy couch with you as she pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder blades and your hands, slightly shuddering at how skinny you were. It was an action that comforted you greatly, her glossed lips on your hands and shoulders were all you needed to live. You didn’t want to even think about if something were to happen and that small sign of safety, was gone.You sighed in appreciation as you felt another kiss against your right shoulder blade, you would never get tired of that feeling.

Jughead:

Your neck; You were certain that Jughead had some sort of a neck fetish. Every chance that you two had, Jughead would literally attack your neck, hastily biting and sucking at the skin. Your neck was usually warm, so it didn’t help that Jughead made you feel like it was covered in flames. You didn’t mind though, there was truly nothing better than the feel of his lip gliding over the skin. It was his absolute favorite place to kiss you, ever since your fifth date. You had dinner at this really expensive Italian restaurant.You stared into each other’s eyes, neither of you noticing the sauce from your spaghetti splatter your neck. Jughead had later licked it off, leaving you severely hot and bothered. Jughead was quite aware of the effect the action had on you, so he used to his advantage. You were a bit annoyed with him for that, but he heavily ignored it.

Reggie:

Your forehead; Your skin was somehow always ice cold, you were cold natured and you couldn’t exactly say that you liked it. Reggie’s lips were unnaturally large, enough so that it reminded you of Sam Evans from glee. Those pair of lips never failed to soothe you or bring your temperature up. You also suffered from severe nightmares, due to the events that had occurred in town. Usually, you woke up screaming, thrashing around in your bed. Your door had several abrasions from Reggie throwing it open and rushing to help you. All it took to calm you was a simple peck on your forehead

Cheryl:

Your Waist; Given that the gesture was a bit suggestive, it certainly doesn’t happen in public. You two would have to be in private, either in Cheryl’s room or Yours. Your pants would be pulled down only so that your hip bones were visible. Cheryl would lazily rest her head on the bones for a few minutes before she began to leave a series of gentle kisses along the edge of your left hip bone. She pressed light pressure against it with her tongue, licking her way back up again. She did the same to your right hip bone, and then she would repeat the process for awhile until she heard the hum of your light snoring. Your were always exhausted, applying for jobs and getting all your homework done was stressful. You usually went to sleep after the second kiss that was placed on your hip. Cheryl never failed to notice how gorgeous, even though you always were, when you slept. She would give a final peck to both hips before cuddling into your side and going to sleep as well.