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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 18

Originally posted by redhairedoddity

A/N: FP finally gets screen time in season 2 and it’s  exactly 1 minute long. I’m sobbing.

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)(Part Nine)(Part Ten)(Part Eleven)(Part Twelve)(Part Thirteen)(Part Fourteen)(Part Fifteen)(Part Sixteen)(Part Seventeen)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 2,790

Warnings: None really

You stepped out from behind the trailer.

“He can’t be with her and us? Does that go the same for me, Arch?” You asked, cocking your eyebrow at your younger brother as he immediately spotted your Serpent jacket.

“(Y/n)?! What the hell are you doing here?” Archie’s eyes widened at the sight of you, he knew that you were involved with Fp but the Serpents? Why would you ever go down that road?! 

“Get out of here, Archie.” You told him, Archie shook his head, staring at you with utter disbelief. 

“You’re a Serpent?” Archie ignored your command, 

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Bloody Kisses- Chapter 7

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 5016

Warnings: Angst, guilt, descriptions of blood (Don’t hate me!)

AN: Feedback, please!

Originally posted by ivartheheathen

“Cher,” the raven-haired vision purred. Ivar stretched for the nearest handhold, and effortlessly swung his muscular body up onto the roof, settling beside her.


“Ah, merci. I was afraid you had forgotten my name, after so many years. What brings you out of your coffin, my old friend? I had thought you’d given over the company of your own kind and mortals in favor of their books.” A hand, ageless as his own, draped gracefully over his, as cool as the air. Ivar looked out over the night sky, stars faded behind man made lights, twinkling softly.

“I traded in the last pine box during one of the waterbed crazes. Not a wise decision, in retrospect.” Laughter like caroling bells came from beside him. “And I spend some time with mortal… friends.” He waited, patient, certain she’d come to the reason for her visit in time.

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Alphabet Intricacy (3) Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Summary: The Winter Soldier may have been taken down, but the Avengers never expected HYDRA to have a secret backup weapon. Bucky strives to help this stranger become human again. After all, doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance?

Chapter Warnings/Themes: Cussing, Panic attack, angst, A tiny bit of fluff

Author’s Note: Back on track! I can tell that this’ll be a lot of fun to get back into! Please enjoy~

Y/N = Your Name

Concomitant [Adjective]:

Naturally occurring after a previous event

Last chapter: B - Blanched

Tagging: @chamongangae  

“Mommy, whatcha cooking?”

Your mother turned, tightening the green apron around her waist before kneeling down beside you with a grin. She pulled a finger to her lips and shakes her head. “It’s a secret, (Y/N)” she whispered, eyebrows moving up and down quickly to amuse you. You giggled in response, reaching a chubby hand to fix her tilted apron. “But It’s my birthday, mommy! no surprises!” 

A melodious chuckle rang out from your mother’s lips as she ruffled your hair and stood back up. “Just one more surprise, I promise! Why don’t you go get your father and I’ll show you what it is?” She turned her back to you, putting the finishing touches on the cake on the counter. Of course, you couldn’t see it due to being so short, but you had a suspecting feeling that whatever she was hiding was for you. You grinned to yourself, turning to find your father.

Your loud footsteps echoed along the wooden floorboards, a bounce to your step with each one you took. You stop in your tracks, eyes squinting in curiosity when you saw your father in the doorway, back facing you as he spoke to someone. He seemed rather rushed and afraid.

“Please, you can’t take her” he chokes out, gripping the doorframe with desperation. “I resigned long ago. You can’t get between me and my family!”

You couldn’t understand what the stranger had said in response, but by your father being shoved back, you knew it was hostile. 

“I think you forget,” the voice says as a large, bulky man steps in. 

“HYDRA takes what it wants.”

Your father turned to you, his eyes widening in pure terror.


You jolt awake, gasping for air. You hadn’t realized that you had been screaming until your throat burned with pain. Those memories, you hadn’t dreamt them for so long- or at least you can’t remember if you had. You seem to have trouble remembering anything nowadays.

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Waking: Part 1 - Waiting

Okay peeps, here it is, part 1 of the angst fest. It’s detailing Red’s perspective of the events of 5.8 and on, with a healthy helping of Dembe, of course. I’m calling the whole series “Waking” and part 1 “Waiting”. (And yes, the other two parts start with w’s as well. I like to work with a theme :) Anyhoo, this is angsty as shit but I loved writing it and I’m really looking forward to hearing what you guys think about it, especially once the other two parts are added, which should be within two or three days. So yeah, this will also be posted on my FF.net and AO3, as usual. Also, as a sidenote, I listened almost exclusively to Dawn Golden while writing this, specifically the track “Brief Encounter” from the album “Still Life”. That’s his only album and the whole thing is fucking amazing. It is my go-to Lizzington album so I wholeheartedly recommend the whole thing but if you’re the kind of person who likes to listen to a song while reading, I’m including a YouTube link to “Brief Encounter”. It was a huge inspiration while writing this. Anyway, so yeah, that’s about it, on to the fic! I really hope you all enjoy. Much love! <333

Here he is again, waiting. Waiting to hear whether Lizzie will live or die. He is here in this place far too often.

He has no one to blame but himself.

He couldn’t bring himself to go inside. He should have. He feels horrible, sitting out here in the car, Lizzie’s blood slowly soaking into his skin, but he can’t go in. He can’t watch if…if it happens. Not again. Once was one too many times.

So here he sits, cold and still, Dembe holding his hand. Waiting.

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‘Til Death - Part 2

Dean x Reader

Summary: When the reader finds herself in need of outside help, she calls the Winchester brothers to cash in an old favor. A call that changes everything.

Word Count: 1800+

A/N: Sorry it took a while! I just started a new job so I’ll have less time to churn stuff out. Enjoy!


You stared at the blazing fire until it was nothing but glowing embers. David was more than a hunter. He was your friend and he deserved better.

Flashes of how you’d found him entered your mind. You knew he would be in your dreams the next time you dared to sleep. For now, however, you pushed it back and looked at the two men to your left. Sam and Dean Winchester.

They were different from how you remembered them. You could swear Sam had grown another five inches - his hair almost just as much. But it wasn’t only his physical attributes. He seemed… well, he seemed liked he’d seen some shit.

Even Dean, who you remembered as a confidant all-knowing manwhore, looked hardened. His face had lost the last of the baby fat and his expression was grim. You wondered what could possibly have happened in almost 3 years time.

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This Christmas || Chapter Six: Cookies (Denny Duquette x Robin Ballard)

Genres: Fluff, Holiday, Romance, Self-Insert, Series 

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy 

Pairing: Denny Duquette x Robin Ballard (Original Female Character) 

Summary: Denny helps Robin decorate Christmas cookies. 

Rating: SFW 

Warnings: Language 

Previously: Denny and Robin watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Denny acted out her favorite scene.

Story Masterlist 


I stand next to Denny, tilting my head curiously. He finishes and straightens up proudly. “There,” he declares, glancing sideways at me, waiting for my opinion. 

I take a deep breath before asking, “What… is it… exactly?” 

His face falls. “Babe! It’s a Christmas tree! I worked so hard on it!” He pouts and I reach out, turning him to face me and pulling the frosting tube out of his hand so I can set it on the counter. I’m trying to think of how I can explain that I had to take multiple classes in cookie decorating before I was good at it without hurting his feelings more. 

“I know!” I find myself saying instead. “I was just teasing, Denny. It’s perfect.” I don’t even care. I’ll put it in the window and sell it if it will make him feel better. 

As I stare at him plaintively, his lips curl up in a smile and he starts to laugh. “Are you serious?” he snorts. “Because that cookie looks like shit.” 

I poke him in the chest and try to back away, but he grabs my waist and drags me closer to him. “You ass!” I giggle. “I thought you actually felt bad!” 

“Aw,” he coos, kissing my nose as I attempt to frown up at him. He chuckles as he drops his mouth to mine. “You’re physically incapable of being mad at me,” he points out giddily. 

“Shut up,” I protest, my arms automatically going around his neck as he pulls me in for a kiss. He kisses me once, twice, three times, very gently, teasing me. I grip his shirt collar and nip at his lower lip. He smirks and I whisper, “You owe me a lot of sex to make up for this, Duquette.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he agrees. “Want me to start now?” 

“Damn straight I do,” I breathe. 

He presses me up against the wall, kissing me harder; when his hips dig into mine, I gasp. “Hang on, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pulling my thigh up, massaging it in his large, warm hand. 

“I love you,” I answer. 

“I know.” He winks at me, and then his lips begin to trace a hot, damp trail down my neck.


Chapter Seven: Snow