I will never regret a moment spent with you. One of whispering, sitting silently by a fountain, shivering by the waves, or laying quietly because words were unnecessary. I’ll only regret their impermanence and hope beyond hope that I’ll get to experience them again.
“You need to relax,” One set of words whispered against the
shell of your ear, the harsh husk of his voice sending a violent thudding straight
through the center of your chest. You turned to face the devilish curve of his feline
lips, perfectly paired with darkened eyes that insinuated everything that he
was thinking of in that moment. But you didn’t even have time to contemplate a
response, a response that would have without a doubt been shaky and tortured,
before a second set of words appeared.
“Yeah, let us take
care of you,” Was whispered in a deep timbre at the side of your neck, so low
and lustful that it caused a string of delectable vibrations to scatter across
your skin. You moved almost immediately at the sound of his voice, eyes
catching the way his lips transformed into a boxy-smile.
I love your writing so bad! So I got this idea and hoped you would write
it? So, reader is Archies girlfriend, Kevin’s sister which makes her the
daughter of the sheriff. Since Jasons dead it has been forbidden to go to the
river, but she and Archie sneaks out in the middle of the night and go there.
The get in the water and make out. Things heated as her dad aka the sheriff
finds them and takes her home. He forbids them to see each other, but the keep
doing it, tho. U decide the happy ending :)
Pairing: Archie x
sheriff’s daughter and her boyfriend are quite the trouble-making pair.
Word count: 940
A/N: ahh my first
archie imagine!! hope you all enjoy!!
You and Kevin sat in your room together, listening to Taylor Swift’s
“I’m just not feeling the country,” Kevin critiqued. “Even in the Red album, she was leaning
“But this is classic Taylor!” you protested. “You’re telling me you don’t like Fearless?”
“I’m not saying that,” he raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying 1989 is way better.” You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever, Kev.” Before he
could think of a clever remark, a tapping on your window interrupted the two of
you. Sharing puzzled glances, you and
Kevin slowly moved towards your window.
You pushed back the curtains to reveal your boyfriend, Archie Andrews,
standing on a ladder.
“Can I come in?” he asked cheekily. You rolled your eyes, but smiled and opened
the window. He climbed in and closed the
window behind him. Listening to the
music that was playing, he shot you a raised eyebrow. “Taylor Swift?”
“Hell yeah!” you nodded, but lowered the volume a bit. “So what are you doing here?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the river,” Archie
suggested with a small smirk. Before you
could respond, Kevin cut you off.
“Dad said we aren’t allowed,” he shot you a warning glance.
“So what?” you rolled your eyes.
“He’s not gonna find out.” Kevin
pursed his lips and crossed his arms, sending you a pointed look. “You wouldn’t.”
“I will,” Kevin warned. “There’s
a murderer in Riverdale right now, and going to Sweetwater River is like
walking into death’s trap.”
“Come on, Kev,” you whined.
He shook his head.
“No. There’s nothing you
can say that’ll convince me not to tell him.”
You furrowed your eyebrows trying to think of something you held against
him. Finally, you reached an idea and
“I’ll tell him about Joaquin,” you declared. His face visibly paled as his eyes widened.
“But… but you can’t!” he stuttered.
“I won’t tell dad if you don’t tell him about me going to
Sweetwater River,” you bargained. He
huffed and rolled his eyes, but agreed.
You smirked triumphantly and smiled at Archie. “Let’s go.”
He went down the ladder first to make sure he could catch you if you
The night was dark and silent, and you and Archie stifled
your laughs as you ran towards the river.
“This is such a bad idea,” you whispered, but he just waved
it off and kissed you. You smiled into
“Let’s go into the water,” he said, and you nodded. The two of you, holding hands, ran into the
water. You shrieked with delight as the
coldness of the water enveloped the lower half of your body. Archie snuck up from behind and grabbed you
by the waist, twirling you around as you laughed. He set you down and turned you around so you
face him. Still grasping onto your
waist, his lips connected with yours.
This kiss was not like the ones the two of you had shared before; this
one was rough and passionate. You
wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Archie’s fingers traced the hem of your
shirt. You were about to prompt him to
take it off, but the shine of a flashlight caught your eye. The two of you separated and looked for the
source of the light.
It was your dad.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, squeezing Archie’s
hand. Your dad approached the edge of
“(Y/N)!” he yelled, shining his flashlight directly in yours
and Archie’s eyes. “Get out of the river
right now!” You and your boyfriend
obliged, slowly trekking onto the shore.
The two of you were dripping wet, and your dad, who had come prepared,
threw each of you a towel.
“Sorry dad,” you mumbled, keeping your head down.
“Sorry?” he demanded, his voice cold with anger. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, (Y/N). As the sheriff, I have to protect this entire
goddamned town, and my own daughter won’t listen to me. My own daughter! Do you know how that ruins my reputation?” You had no reply, so you just kept your head
“We’re sorry, Mr. Keller,” Archie apologized. “This was all my fault. I convinced (Y/N) to come out here with
me. Don’t get mad at her, please, I
should take all the blame.”
“Another reason why my daughter should have never started
dating you,” the sheriff spat. “Get in
the car, both of you. I’m taking Andrews
home and having him explain to his dad why the sheriff had to escort him
home. And then, (Y/N), we’re going to
have a nice long chat.”
You sat in your room, dismally staring out of the window.
“I didn’t tell him, you know,” Kevin said, not bothering to
knock before he entered your room. “He
walked into your room and saw you weren’t there, and I guess he just had a
hunch.” You turned to face your brother
and rolled your eyes.
“That’s great, Kev, but it doesn’t help the fact that I can’t
see Archie anymore,” you responded, and then turned back to the window. Kevin sighed and exited your room.
Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the ginger climbing
towards your window until his face was right in front of yours.
“Archie?” you whisper-yelled, opening the window. He grinned, but didn’t climb into your room.
“Hey,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” you asked. He just smiled and kissed you.
“I had to see you,” he answered after you two pulled
apart. You smiled and shook your head.
“God, you’re an idiot.” He
pouted, causing you to peck him on the lips.
Summary: You give an unconventional present to Steve for his birthday.
Word Count: 1,940
A/N: Happy Captain America Day! I decided to whip something up for this overly attractive patriotic punk’s birthday and this is what I came up with. Hope you guys like it :)
Tiptoeing down the hallway, you quietly navigate through the living quarters to make a friendly visit at one of the suites, holding a vanilla cupcake with a candle lit in one hand and a fistful of confetti in the other. You’re certain that the birthday boy wide awake now, sketching in his notebook as he waits for the rest of the tower to wake from their slumber. Though he insisted that he doesn’t want to do anything for his birthday, you decide to make a little surprise of your own.
“I’ve caught one,” the fisherman screams, grinning at his hook stuck in the girl’s cheek. “I caught myself a mermaid!”
Her hair is green, algae curled around it. The fisherman’s grip is greed, is lust, when he rips at it to get her closer. Her mouth glints like a pearl and oh, he could sell her after he’s - well, once he’s done with that beauty of hers. “Aren’t you a pretty one,” he licks his lips, “and all mine. I caught you, so you’re mine.”
All at once, her song ends. No sound comes out of her mouth that stays open, teeth tiny and many, sharp in the slick night. She tugs the hook out of her cheek. The fisherman watches, his heart burning from how fast it runs against his flesh, as her wound closes up and a bit of blood drips from her little mouth.
“Yours,” the mermaid says. The sea echoes her voice, an accent he can’t define, oh who cares, she’s just - just prey - and her pupils snap into slits. “Yours?”
The ocean ripples.
The waves tremble.
The wind whispers, smiles, then stills to not disturb the song that rises once more. “No,” whisper a thousand voices, whisper a million teeth, whispers ten thousands of stares in the water. “We caught you. You are ours.”
Based off this video because I cannot stop laughing
It had started out as a simple enough dare, Dean and Cas would
each get a total of 3 tries per person to try and “kill” the other by
telling the other that “the floor is lava.” They would then have five
seconds before they had to find a way to get off the ground and scream that the
floor was lava to any unsuspecting passerby if there were anyway. There was no
prize, not really. Dean just really wanted to beat Cas at something, and Cas
didn’t mind if he got bragging rights.
been first, during a walk in the park between their two college classes on
campus. “The floor is lava,” he’d casually said. Dean had not understood
until he did, and at which point he only had 3 seconds left and nothing that he
could use to get off the ground. Nothing, except, for a trashcan just up the
trail. He’d made it with one second to spare.
is lava!” Dean screamed triumphantly, balancing precariously on the poor
trashcan below him. He had managed to get into a crouch before the inevitable
happened––when Dean went to get down back onto the ground and rejoin Cas he
slipped and wound up wedging his butt straight into the trashcan. Castiel
wouldn’t let him forget it for a week.
turn had been Dean’s, choosing to wait until Cas and he were on a grocery run
to enact his plan.
he called the other’s attention while they were in the toilet paper
- Try as you might, you cannot remember the sky. You ask friends and neighbors about it, but they just stare at you before retreating. Later that day, you notice a dark figure following you.
- At the market one day, you see a woman with no nose and filthy hair. She waves at you and whispers something, looking strangely distorted, before the crowd swells and you lose track of her. Later, you realize she’s told you happy new year.
- People are going missing. Nobody mentions it, not even you, but you wake one morning to find surgeons leaning over you in a dark exam room. You try to speak but can only communicate in low groans.
- Do not trust the parasite. Do not listen to the parasite. Do not obey the parasite. You used to think Ryan was referring to people, but there’s something squirming under your skin and someone chanting in your ear.
- War is coming. War is coming. War is here.
- A strange-looking man asks you if you know your family well. You go to tell him yes, but gag out blue butterfly before hearing yourself say no, instead. You go home and try to forget anything happened.
- People say Fontaine is dead, but sometimes you swear you can hear him laughing.
- There’s blood in the streets. There’s blood on the walls. There’s blood everywhere. You try take a sip of water, but you find it is both red and coppery. You swallow anyway.
- The big daddy is there. The big daddy has always been there. He was there before you and will be there after.
- The roof is leaking in Apollo Square. The roof is leaking in Paupers Drop. The roof is leaking Fort Frolic, in Arcadia, in Siren Alley. Even when you can’t see it, you can feel the droplets hitting you. No one else notices.
- You hear the little girl’s voice from beside the wall. You hear the little girl’s voice from behind the wall. You hear the little girl’s voice from inside the wall.
don’t really know what prompted this but I just wanted to write about Peter Parker so here you go! I am currently accepting one-line sentence prompts for Peter Parker too (not just necessarily Peter though) so
if you have any you want me to attempt to write, send it in and I’ll write a
(short) drabble for it! (this is in lieu of Not in that, you aren’t reaching
almost 500 likes! Thank you for the support, everyone!)
Ned,” A smile blossoms on your face when you spy your two school mates. “Morning,
Peter.” You greet the teen you have grown to like more than just a friend. Ned smiles at you when you
fall in step with the two of them while Peter, on the other hand, averts his
gaze – he is looking at everywhere but you! – and you can see the tip of his
ears turning red.
anyone asks Peter what he liked the most about high school, his answer is probably this.
few minutes he has before going to class where Peter gets to see you and have a
conversation with you. (Or at least, attempts to try and have a conversation
with you – he just stutters too much and turns in to a mess whenever he tries
to do so).
in case people might still get confused, yes, Peter Parker has a massive crush
on you. But all of that stuttering and turning in to a giant mess is going to
clears his throat, glancing at you briefly with a small, shy smile on his face.
“Morning, Y/N.” Peter can see Ned looking at him with a proud expression and he
clears his throat once more, looking away from Ned’s gaze and looking at you. “How
are you today?”
smile on your face seems to grow bigger and Peter almost feels blinded by how
bright it is too. “I am feeling fine.” You bite on your lower lip before
glancing at Peter. The fact that he seems to be willing to have a conversation
with you today makes you feel happy. “How about you?” You ask Peter, stepping
closer to him because the amount of people still walking around in the hallway
is just too much.
yeah, feeling good.” Peter answers you and you nod your head at Peter’s answer. The two of them continue to walk you all the way to your locker, chatting quietly among themselves.
pause in front of your locker, causing Peter and Ned to pause too. “You know, I
had a dream last night.” You open your locker to take out the books you
required for your classes today and close the door after shoving all of your
books in your bag.
Ned prompts. Peter is still staring at you, looking a tad bit wary at what you are about to say.
it was actually a dream about you.” You stare at Peter causing the latter to
widen his eyes as he takes a step back, stumbling slightly. You bit the inside
of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning completely.
what, I, huh?” Peter swallows the sudden lump in his throat. “I mean, what was it about?” He
is staring you with those beautiful brown eyes of his and you almost feel bad
about teasing him like this but you finally have had enough of him playing tug
of war with you and your feelings (though you can’t really fault him on this part - it really takes two to tango).
finally asked me out and I said yes.”
jaw drops at your bluntness while Peter freezes momentarily. You stare at him
patiently, waiting for Peter to come to terms with what you have just said. The
moment is cut short when the school bell rings.
going to have to go to class now but…” You trail off before deciding to do it
anyways because why the heck not. So you lean forward to press your lips
against Peter’s cheek and it almost makes you giddy at how warm his cheek feels
and how he had stiffened at the contact too as he stares at you in shock. “See
you later, Peter.” You whisper to him before turning to wave at Ned who dumbly
wave back at you as you head towards your class.
feels incredibly frazzled and flustered. He turns to look at Ned who is looking
at him with a smug expression, chuckling at the turn of events. Ned knows how
much you had liked Peter – the two of you would occasionally share a few
conversations where you inevitably end up gushing about Peter – and he also
knows that Peter harbors feelings for you too. So this is really nice.
face splits in to the largest grin anyone has ever seen and suddenly, Peter
feels like he can spend the rest of the day with a smile on his face, excited
for recess to come for he really wants to properly ask you out on a date now!
AU where Faramir went to Rivendell instead of Boromir?
Everything turns out okay.
That sounds flippant but imagine Denethor sending the right son to do the right job.
Faramir goes to the cool green glade of Elrond, where he speaks of dreams and waves, and the elves whisper that the blood of Numenor runs true in the House of Hurin; Boromir spends his time riding like hell between Ithilien and Osgiliath, speaking with men around smoky fires, embracing his captains and saying to them, take heart, gather your strength, these are the times which test a man’s soul and lift it to glory, but we will see dawn come, we will keep Gondor free.
Though they are cut from different cloth, this is something Boromir and Faramir have always shared–they are men deserving of leadership, they would be followed under the shadow of the East. Boromir aches for every one of his countrymen cut down, screams his defiance to the orc armies and rallies his arms; Faramir listens to the words of wisdom Aragorn offers, is gentle and kindly with the hobbits, greets Legolas in his mother tongue, offers Master Gimli praise.
Wandering with the Fellowship below the empty sky, Faramir looks up at Maethor, the Warrior constellation, and thinks of his brother, prays that he is well, that he is safe, that he is still a little pompous, stilted, honest.
Boromir spends another sleepless night playing with the chain at his neck, the small portraits of his mother and brother. (I cannot lose you too, I cannot–come back hale and whole, come back angry and proud and cunning and defiant of our father–)
Faramir has never known the weight of all Gondor on his shoulders, and so is not tempted by the power the Ring offers.
Boromir has always known the love of his father, and so never bears the scorn of Denethor when Osgiliath must be abandoned as too tenuous a position to hold.
The day that Faramir comes striding into the Citadel, a child and wizard at his heels, Boromir cries out with joy as he has not for more years than counting, and they nearly bruise one another with their embrace.
“You are almost skeletal, little brother,” Boromir laughs, though it is not true–Faramir looks touched with strangeness and greatness, as one whom the Witch-Queen of Lorien found favor in, whose nobility of form and face had ensnared the heart of the White Princess of Rohan.
“And you look at least two-stone heavier, elder brother,” Faramir says, though it is false, Boromir is hollowed out and worn thin, deep shadows beneath his eyes and hunger-starved cheeks; in a glance, Faramir knows he neither eats nor sleeps nor laughs, nor feels–and Faramir, wiser and older than when he left, can see the weight his brother has always carried, and how lightly–all the stone of Minas Tirith on his shoulders, and still–
Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper. Or, the wave of a whisper undulating down. I was here for a moment, and then I was gone…I wish you all a long and happy life.
There is a voice that stirs through the stones. It shall break them.
There is a voice that pulses through the skin. It shall erupt.
There is a voice that teaches the children. It shall corrupt them.
There is a voice that fuels the machines. It shall never sate them.
There is a voice that sculpts man and woman. It is precise.
There is a voice that is the foundation. It overflows.
There is a voice that is the deserts and the oceans. It is in balance.
There is a voice that we cannot hear. It is the wilderness.
There is a voice that will hold my palm out. The guillotine is falling.
There is a voice that coerces the nations. It is greed.
There is a voice that shapes water into clouds. It will provide.
There is a voice that is as silent as a star. It is lonely.
There is a voice that time cannot ruin. It is seen in rebirth.
There is a voice that gives and a voice that takes away. It is justice.
There is a voice that was the beginning. Before it there was nothing.
There is a voice that understands sorrow. It is silence.
There is a voice that will not be enslaved. It is too pure to hold.
There is a voice we cannot taste. It is the wilderness.
There is a voice that sometimes whispers. Only those listening can hear.
There is a voice that crashes the waves and pulls them back in. It is the ocean.
There is a voice that is permanent wonder. It shall be stupefied.
There is a voice that radiates warmth. It is the warmth.
There is a voice that enshrouds darkness. It is like a mirror.
Barnes x Assistant!Reader
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (FR), swearing, angst if u squint
Summary: Having an internationally known actor as your boss wasn’t really
bad. Not until after a one night stand do you realise that you’re in love with
him and there’s something else too, that something else leads you to quit your
Word Count: 4.2k+
A/N: This is for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge @tatortot2701! I chose the prompt “Frankly,
my dear, I do give a damn”! Bucky is pretty much just Sebastian in this AU! Enjoyyyy!
He woke up to the sounds of the ocean kissing the sandy shore.
He couldn’t remember what time they finally fell asleep the night before. Sleep had already started to overcome him during the last little bit of the night so he hadn’t been fully conscious, but he did remember a few things: stealing soft kisses and gentle whispers, and the sound of her laugh harmonizing with the sound of the waves.
He’d never seen Cal that relaxed before, and it brought her to a whole new dimension that only made him fall even deeper—it was almost like she was a new person every day. Like she was constantly shifting into new versions of herself.
He turned over in the bed to look at her—she was laying on her stomach, one of her arms resting by her head as the other remained down at her side. Her shoulders were rising and falling calmly with every breath that she took, and it was almost soothing to see her this relaxed—she had this resilient intensity about her all of the time that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and watching her sound asleep was perhaps the only time that he saw her with her defences completely lowered.
He groaned inaudibly as he gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up in the bed carefully as not to wake her up. As much as he wanted to stay, he needed to get back to the studio to keep working. He slipped out of the bed and padded across the room quietly, and after some debate, he decided to leave her a note. He didn’t want her to think that he was running off, but he also didn’t want to wake her—he wrote her the note and left it on the bed beside her frame, slipping out of the little home and making his way back to the studio.
Calliope woke up hours later to the beeping of her alarm going off on her watch.
Contains: all whispers, normal voice, gliding ocean wave-like sounds, words of comfort and encouragement.
So, I know that it’s taken forever since you guys heard an audio, and it’s going to be a while before I get my regularly scheduled programming back to normal and I’m so sorry from that. However, I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging without an audio until then, so I decided to fill in the blank with what I wanted to help with, something I’m currently trying to struggle through: going to sleep.
A/N: This is also super spur of the moment. I literally recorded it like, a half an hour ago. I know it’s probably disappointing that it’s not Yuri and I apologize, but I thought this would be better than nothing. If you guys want me to make more of these, by all means please tell me and send me ideas for triggers you guys may want to hear (I’ll make an “ASMR triggers” tag for it). Thank you so much for listening! Goodnight!