you guys have no. idea. how long this took

Church Boys Moan Louder

THIS WAS A PROMPT BUT I FUCKED UP AND ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT EARLY SO NOW ITS GONE FOREVER IM SORRY ANON BUT I STILL WANTED TO FINISH IT SO YE the prompt was basically innocent religious dan and phil like pines after him ; ending in sex in church bathroom and yes, you are going to hell

it’s also really long oops


Phil was fucking screwed. Never had he wanted someone so bad as he wanted Dan Howell. That boy fucked with his head and his body and his life. And he wasn’t even TRYING.

If he was trying, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. Dan seemed completely oblivious to Phil’s attempts to win him over. The light blush on his cheeks said otherwise, but Dan ignored it completely. Dan was the goddamn priests son, but Phil liked a challenge. And this definitely was one.

Phil took another sip of the dumb nonalcoholic punch they were serving, scowling at the plastic cup. He shouldn’t be here, at this dumb church party, he didn’t have to be. It was optional, unlike the weekly services he was required to attend due to his parents getting pissed that he had defiled the school with graffiti yet again. It wasn’t that bad, he got to see Dan at least. But the only reason he was here was for him.

“Hey,” a girl spoke, interrupting Phil’s thoughts. He turned to look at her, scanning her blonde hair and plaid school uniform. Who wears a uniform to a party? Church kids, Phil figured.

“Uh, hey,” Phil responded, sounding completely uninterested, but she didn’t take a hint.

“Fun party, huh?”

Phil raised his eyebrows at her, chuckling, pulling a flask out of his leather jacket pocket and tipping the clear liquid into the cup.

“No, not particularly.”

She seemed a bit put off by that, but bounced back quickly.

“So, do you know anyone here?” She asked, her voice light and Phil swore he heard a hint of flirtiness in her tone

Phil chuckled, his eyes glinting.

“Look, sorry honey, but if you’re trying to get in my pants you might as well give up now. I like cock, dunno if your tiny brain can wrap itself around that, but the only reason I’m here is that I want to fuck Dan Howell.” He casually picked at a black nail, flashing her a tight lipped smile. “So, if you still want to bother me after that, feel free. But I’m gay as hell. Just saying.”

The girl stared at him, her eyes wide and her jaw practically hitting the ground. Phil chuckled. He loved doing that.

She let out a small squeak, whirling on her heel and rushing off. Phil shook his head.

Phil cursed under his breath as he watched her beeline straight to Dan and his group of friends at the other side of the room. Phil couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she pointed at him less than subtly. A blush appeared immediately on Dan’s face, a hand going to cover his mouth automatically. He said something, and glanced over at Phil. Phil winked, waving. Might as well commit.

Dan blushed harder, looking away immediately and pressing his hands to his clearly heated cheeks. Phil smirked. He loved how much of an affect this had on him. He was so responsive.

Phil would just have to wait until he was alone.


It was about half an hour of boredom and wanting to leave later when Dan’s friends started to leave one by one, and Phil watched them almost hungrily until the only one left was the girl who had talked to him.

Phil moved along the wall a little closer, straining to hear their conversation. He couldn’t hear her but he heard Dan say “Silvia, I’m fine, I’m just gonna help clean up. I can take care of myself.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with walking home alone?”

“Of course. It’s just a few blocks over.” He offered her a soft smile, touching her shoulder, and Phil’s heart swelled. Damn it. “It’ll be fine. I’ll see you at school, alright?”

“Alright…” she agreed hesitantly, going on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, rushing out of the room.

And then it was only them.

Dan cleared his throat, his cheeks beginning to redden again. “So, um, do you want to help clean up, or…”

Phil recognized the opportunity he was offering, and took it. “Yeah, sure. I’d say you’ll probably need a hand.”

Phil helped Dan fold chairs, watching him the whole time while Dan avoided his eyes.

“You look nice,” Dan commented, just being polite, but Phil snorted.

“Are you kidding? I’m wearing rags compared to you. Seriously, who wears a tie to a party in a church basement?”

Dan blushed even harder, glancing down at the black tie fastened neatly around his neck.

“Me, I guess,” he muttered, laughing awkwardly.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Phil blurted.

Dan looked at him then, eyes wide. “Who, Silvia?”

Phil nodded, and Dan laughed. Like, really laughed.

“No!” He exclaimed, shaking his head. “She’s my cousin!”

Now Phil laughed too, pushing his hair back until it sat in a quiff above his forehead.

“Oh Jesus,” he muttered. “Well, thank god.”

He expected Dan to just brush off his comment like he always did, change the subject, look away, something. He didn’t.

“Why’s that?” He asked softly, pressing his lips together and searching Phil’s face. “Why are you relieved?”

Phil shrugged, tossing a plastic cup at the trash and making it. “Because if you were with anyone else, I’d be upset.”

He glanced at Dan, smirking at the way his eyes had widened and his mouth had fallen open just slightly.

“W-Why?” Dan asked again, biting his lip and turning back to the plates he was stacking.

“Because I like you.” He shrugged, casual. “I wanna make you mine, and if people are interfering, that’s a problem, isn’t it baby boy?”

A small gasp escaped Dan’s mouth at the nickname, and Phil smirked.

“Silvia… Silvia said you…” he trailed off, chewing on his lip, his eyebrows furrowed. Phil took this opportunity to step closer.

“That I want to fuck you?” Phil asked, finishing the sentence, and Dan tensed up.

“Yeah…” he muttered, practically a whisper.

“Well, it’s not a lie.” Phil glanced at him, searching his face before turning back to the chair he was folding up. “I’ve been hitting on you for the last month, you didn’t notice?”

Dan shook his head, avoiding his gaze, and they were quiet for a moment.

“You ever kissed a boy?”

“What?!” Dan spluttered, his cheeks redder than Phil had thought possible. “N-No, of course not, I… I couldn’t.”

Phil turned to look at him, frowning, turning his whole body this time so he was facing him.

“Why not?”

Dan faced him too, at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing.

“I mean, I s-suppose I could but… I CAN’T. That… that’s…” he trailed off, and Phil stepped forward so he was only inches away. Dan froze, but didn’t move away.

He trailed a finger up Dan’s jaw slowly and Dan swallowed, shivering, watching its progress. “You never know if you like something until you try it, right?”

“Well I suppose, but…” Dan gasped as Phil grabbed his tie, wrapping it around his hand and pulling Dan closer.


“But…” Dan looked like his mind was going fuzzy, glancing down at the tie that Phil was holding him by and back up at Phil’s eyes, and then his lips. “I’m not gay,” he practically squeaked, his voice small.

“You never know if you like something unless you try it,” Phil repeated, slowly touching Dan’s waist with the hand that wasn’t gripping his tie. Dan didn’t move an inch as Phil leaned over, pressing his lips against Dan’s.

Phil waited a second to make sure Dan wasn’t going to pull away before reaching up to touch Dan’s chin, really kissing him. He dragged his tongue along Dan’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, rather surprised when he actually opened his mouth.

He could feel Dan’s hands shaking as they moved up Phil’s chest, sliding over his shoulders and wrapping around his neck. Phil gripped his waist, pulling him as close as possible. With one hand he tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, kissing him deeper. He tasted like awful punch and fruit gum, and Phil was sure he tasted like cigarettes, but Dan didn’t seem to mind.

Phil backed him against the wall, kissing him hotly and letting his hands roam Dan’s body. He moved his mouth to Dan’s jaw, kissing down to his neck and nipping at the pale skin. Dan whimpered, moaning softly and tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair.

“Ah-” Dan gasped, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Phil…”

Phil pulled back, pressing his forehead against Dan’s and breathing heavily.

“Is there somewhere we could go?” Phil breathed, and he promised himself if Dan said no, or didn’t get the hint, he would give up. Dan’s brown eyes blinked at him.

“Just one…”

They ended up in the boy’s bathroom, Phil roughly shoving him against the wall and kissing him possessively. Dan whined into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck and clinging to him desperately.

Phil grabbed Dan’s thigh, hooking his leg around his waist and Dan took the hint, hopping up and wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist. Phil went back to his neck, trailing sloppy kisses down to his collarbone.

He unbuttoned Dan’s shirt, loosening and removing his tie before kissing him again. He let Dan push off his leather jacket and tug his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

Phil’s hands explored Dan’s chest, pinching one of his nipples, and Dan gasped.

“Phil…” he moaned, an indirect beg for more. Phil palmed at his bulge, feeling Dan grind against his hand desperately.

Phil picked him up, spinning them around and setting him down on the counter, tugging at the button of Dan’s black jeans. Once he got them off he flipped Dan over after pressing a kiss to his jaw, bending him over the counter.

“I’m guessing you’ve never done this with a guy before,” Phil muttered, smoothing his hand over the curve of Dan’s ass and squeezing roughly. Dan jumped.


Phil kissed the nape of his neck, pressing himself against Dan’s body. “Are you sure you want to?”

Dan let out an almost desperate gasp, his voice breaking. “Yes, yesyesyes, god just please… p-please fuck me, Phil, want you.”

Phil grunted, slapping Dan’s thigh sharply. “Jesus, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

Phil took no time removing his jeans, tugging down Dan’s boxers as well, grinding his still clothed bulge against Dan’s ass. Dan moaned, reaching back and grabbing Phil’s hips, pulling him closer.

Phil’s boxers were off in a second as well, skin rubbing against skin. Dan pushed his ass back; he was a needy bottom and Phil fucking loved it.

Phil held two fingers to Dan’s mouth, motioning for him to open. Dan sucked on the fingers obediently, slicking them up with spit.

“This might hurt a little,” Phil muttered, rubbing Dan’s entrance with one finger. “Tell me to stop if you need to, alright?”

“Mhm,” Dan agreed, pushing his ass back again. Phil slapped it and Dan yelped, pulling forward again.

“Don’t be a needy bitch, Dan,” Phil growled, pushing the first finger into Dan slowly. Dan moaned.

“S-Sorry, sir-” he gasped.

Phil took his time stretching him; considering it was his first time he didn’t want it to hurt too bad. Dan flinched away at first but soon he was whining and grinding back on Phil’s digits. Phil moaned just at the sight, he never thought he’d have him like this.

Finally he pulled out, holding his hand up to Dan’s face again and instructing him to spit. Dan did as he said, and Phil slicked himself up with that as well as precum that was already forming on the head of his swollen cock.

“Ready?” He breathed, pressing his whole body against Dan’s and leaning over him to kiss his neck. Dan whined.

“Yes, yes sir, please, I’m ready, I need you.”

Phil hummed in approval; he loved how quickly Dan had changed from a good little church boy to a desperate slut with just a little kissing.

Phil pushed in slowly, taking his time in edging into Dan, which took an incredible amount of self control on his part. Finally he bottomed out, kneading Dan’s ass in his hands. Dan was a mess beneath him, whining and whimpering at every movement, conflicted between pushing back and pulling away.

Phil reached up, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair, giving it a soft tug and driving a whimper out of Dan’s pretty mouth.

He began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in slowly, Dan gasping every time he did so. Phil snapped his hips roughly without warning, thrusting hard, and Dan cried out.

“Fuck!” He practically shrieked, a loud feminine moan falling from his mouth.

“You’re a loud little slut, aren’t you?” Phil panted, groaning as he thrust roughly again. Dan let out a high pitched whine.

“Fuckfuckfuck p-please, fuck, harder…”

Phil obliged, driving his cock deeper into the whimpering boy, skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. Phil tugged on Dan’s hair again, watching his face through the mirror, and fuck he could cum just from that.

Dan’s lips were swollen, his cheeks red and flushed, his hair messy and his eyes glazed over with need. Phil groaned, snapping his hips.

Phil knew he had hit Dan’s prostate when he screamed, a loud “FUCK, PHIL” bouncing off the walls. Phil smirked, angling his thrusts to hit that spot.

“This is a sin, you know,” Phil growled, reaching up to cover Dan’s mouth with his hand as he fucked into him harder. “Such a filthy fucking sinner for me, princess, ruined on my cock.”

Dan’s desperate muffled moans against his hand were pushing him to the edge, that and his tight heat encasing Phil’s cock. Phil smirked.

“Such a pretty fucking sinner too, isn’t that right? All for me. Your tight ass is all mine, yeah?”

Dan didn’t answer, continuous moaning falling from his mouth, muffled by Phil’s hand. He just nodded frantically, his moans sounding close to sobs.

Dan came after a few more thrusts all over his stomach, white streaking the counter under him and he whimpered, now sensitive to Phil’s cock pounding into his prostate every thrust.

Phil pulled out, quickly tugging Dan to his knees in front of him, guiding his cock to his lips. Dan took it obediently, lowering himself on Phil’s length. Phil groaned, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and fucking his throat as gently as he could. Dan gagged, digging his fingernails into Phil’s hips, and that was all it took. Phil came down his throat, keeping his cock still until he was sure Dan had swallowed all of it.

He helped Dan to his feet, holding him steady because it was clear he was close to falling over.

Dan just stared at him, stunned, watching as Phil casually got dressed. After he was clothed he cleaned Dan’s stomach and the counter with a paper towel, tossing it in the trash.

He grinned, kissing Dan’s cheek and backing towards the door, winking.

“See you next Sunday, Danny.”


Infinite AU Social Media Posts: Riley’s outfit for the night

Side Note: Do you guys like me posting these visual tie-ins to the fic?  Be honest…anon is on in my ask box if you wanna be anon.  I haven’t done one in a really long time, but it’s mainly because it took me a long time to find the perfect visual for what I had in mind for her dress.  I have a few others, but I really don’t know if I’m being super annoying with these or not.  So let me know?

Behind Closed Door Pt. 1 - Jeff Atkins (Requested)

Originally posted by hannah-db

Requested by @fuckkoffcourtney love the username btw haha, this will have a part 2 but it is yet to be written, sorry for not posting for the past 2 days, my depression struck and I lost myself, but I’m back, thanks everyone who had been reading my other posts and following me! You are all angels and I hope to keep pleasing you with more, so without further ado I hope you enjoy and as always thank you for reading ♡ 

A beep sounded outside my house so I quickly grabbed my backpack running outside to Zach who was waiting for me in his car, I jump in and he smiled at me before driving off to school. Usually Jeff would pick me up but he had gone to school way earlier to practice for the baseball game after school today, and although I wanted to be there for him for encouragement, I just couldn’t force myself to wake up that early.

Zach and I arrived at school, I kissed his cheek thanking him and got out smiling when I saw my boyfriend waiting for me in front of the school with open arms, I instantly ran into them, latching myself onto him as I kissed his face whispering I love yous to him. He chuckled and securely held me in his strong arms as I showered him with love, I finally stopped kissing his face and softly cupped his face to kiss him deeply, Jeff kissed back and I gasped as his hand clenched my ass, I quickly pulled away and brought my legs down remembering we were in school.

However, Jeff wasn’t very happy with the loss of contact, “Baby” he whined but I just intertwined our fingers and pull him inside school to our lockers.

Jessica stood next to mine and gave me a quick hug before asking me how was my weekend while Jeff went to greet Justin and Alex, I opened my locker to get out the books I needed for first period and smiled at the pictures covering the inside of my locker, many of them were Jeff and I but there was a few with our group.

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Y/N: that was amazing.
C: did it hurt? I’m sorry if it did.
Y/N: no I’m good, so good.
C: you want to put clothes on before someone comes home and sees us?
Y/N: good idea. *gets up with a struggle*
C: you alright? want some help?
Y/N: just a little sore but yeah.
C: *gets dressed then helps you* you’re beautiful you know that?
Y/N: I sure do.
C: I’m supposed to be the cocky one.
Y/N: no one told you to go soft Gallagher.
C: oh shut up and let’s go down stairs I’m thirsty.
Y/N: we know.
*walk down stairs*
I: took you guys long enough to finish.
C: Ian?
M: and me you little runt!
Y/N: oh no.
C: how long have you guys been here.
M: long enough for me to whoop your ass.
C: what why?!
M: you fucked my little sister!
C: she’s my girlfriend!
M: you took her fucking virginity.
Y/N: hey how do you know I was a virgin?
M: you walked down the stairs like you had a rod up your vagina!
C: well…
I: Carl nows not the time.
M: Gallagher you have 10 seconds to run.
C: no this is my house and my girlfriend!
M: 10…
C: all I did was have sex with my girlfriend it’s not that serious.
M: 9…
Y/N: Mickey calm down!
M: 8…
I: Micky it’s not that serious they used protection, right guys?
Y/N: yeah of course.
M: 7…
C: he’s serious?
M: 6…
Y/N: Carl run!
C: *runs out the door.
M: *runs after him*
Y/N: this is our life now.
I: we really know how to choose them. *shakes head*

-requested by anon
-not my gif


TFP Knockout

The dazzling shine of the car is what first catches your attention, but it’s your curiosity that draws you to it. You feel almost compelled to approach the silent, sleek sports car that rests along the side of the steet, illuminated by the nearby streetlights. You’re certain that you’ve never seen this car before, and that puzzles you to no end. You live on this street, after all, and to your knowledge none of your neighbors had gotten a new car. You didn’t recognize it from anywhere else in town either, and with how small a place Jasper is, you’re sure you’d remember a car as nice as this one if you had ever seen it around.

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Will You Stay?

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Don’t let go of him. He needs you. He wants you stay, but he doesn’t know how to say it.

Warnings: Angst, all that good shit, it’ll end with a sort of cliffhanger idk i like to call it an interpretive ending but whatever floats your boat, also the obvious language warnings and mentions of baby buck not being okay :-(

Word Count: 9.1k (i’m SORRY)

Author’s Note: so, again, thank you to my inspo tag bc I saw this quote and it’s been churning in my head for so long but I’ve never had the chance to actually sit down and write it. This literally took me a full year to write so let’s see how it goes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also this could possibly go into a part two if you guys want it. I have an idea for it but if people want to use their imagination to create their own ending then by all means! Anyways, feedback is more than welcome and please leave requests; I’d love to see what you guys want to read :)

Originally posted by gliceria

It’s funny how easily someone’s world can come crashing down. How easily the bright colors that once painted your world turn to an ashen gray within a few short minutes. It’s sickening that love can raise you up to the sky and show you the world and the beautiful blues and golds of the sky. It’s intoxicating how drunk you feel off of the beauty and the glory of having it all, of seeing it all. How warm you feel, how weightless and limitless, like you’re the air. Twisting and turning, light and free. Young and spirited, wild and reckless and untamed.

Poets, authors and painters convey love with the prettiest words and the lightest shades of pink and yellow and white. They romanticize the fall, the moments before the leap and how wonderful it feels when you finally do.

What they never tell you about is after the fall. 

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Hacker Sass [Winn Schott x Reader]

Requested by @queen-of-all-the-fandoms: “Juuuuuleeees, I want an imagine with Winn’s super sarcastic and sassy S/O sassing J'onn. This is a thing I need in my life. Please and thanks! 💙” 

A/N: Here is the final request on my list! Yay! Took me long enough lol. I made this so the reader is a hacker because I wanted a bit of backstory and my friend @thefangirlforlife gave me the idea to have the reader do some cool computer thing and do the joke. So thanks babe! <3 Any way I hope you guys like this. (I honestly feel like it’s trash lol)


You have been with Winn for a good while now. You know about his being Guardian, know about how Kara is Supergirl and Hank Henshaw is actually J’onn J’onzz aka The Martian Manhunter. The circumstances of how you met Winn weren’t the greatest. You’re a hacker or were a hacker, and for a while you didn’t use your abilities for the best purposes.

You didn’t use it for bad things, just not ‘legal’ things. You were sort of a cyber vigilante, taking down bad sites, transferring money out of corrupt businesses back to the people they scammed. Going by the hacker handle ‘ph03n1x’ which means phoenix.

Having made quite a name for yourself on the net. Though you set yourself up for failure when you heard about the DEO. A government organization all about Extra-terrestrial monitoring, you had to see this. Easily you broke through the firewalls, you’ve hacked the CIA before. This was child’s play for you. However upon getting in, your computer signalled you that there was a track happening. So, you shutdown your computer and left the DEO alone.

Little did you know the person on the other end got your location. A few hours later there was a knock on your door. Groaning you had answered it, seeing a guy with brown hair standing there. Kind of nerdy looking. He introduced himself as Winn Schott, the minute he said he was the one who tracked you, you pulled him into your apartment. He went on to explain that his superiors had no idea about any of this, that he had heard about your acts as ‘ph03n1x.’

He offered you a job to help in a good way. Though you weren’t interested, and escorted him out of your home. However, he began to drop by and check up on you. Make sure you weren’t getting into trouble. The relationship turned from him checking up on you, to friends, to more than friends.

Which brings you to where you are now. Walking into the DEO to get Winn for your one year anniversary. You may know of the other’s secrets but Winn never told them about your former hacking.

“Hey guys” You greeted while walking in. “Hey [F/n], congrats” James hugged you. Laughing you thanked him, “I know, who would’ve thought anyone could put up with him for a year.” You teased, knowing Winn was only a few feet away.

“I’m right here!” he called, raising his hand from in front of his computer. J’onn was standing beside him, in his Martian form. Walking behind the chair you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. “You ready?” whispered to him, joy in your tone.

“Yeah, just a sec. I have to get these coordinates for J’onn then I can leave” Winn answered, not looking away from the screen. Watching his cursor as he continued to fail to find the coordinates. “Agh! Why won’t it track?!” He yelled frustrated. “Focus Agent Schott” J’onn scolded, crossing his arms.

“Aw for the love of.” You rolled your eyes, seeing everything he was doing wrong and couldn’t help yourself. Standing up straight, while moving to the keyboard. Winn pulled his hands away as you worked your magic on the keyboard, having the coordinates they needed up in seconds. Turning to see them a bit shocked.

Even J’onn, you laughed before saying “What’s wrong J’onn? You look a bit green with envy.” Chuckling at your own joke. Winn gave you a worried look, did you just sass J’onn?! Do you want to die?!

After you exchanged a look with J’onn he began to laugh. You made J’onn laugh. Winn couldn’t believe his eyes, he’s only seen Alex do that. The other DEO agents were just as shocked.

“Good work [F/n], remind me to offer you a position here at the DEO after your anniversary.” He said before heading out to help Kara at this location. Winn was still sitting in his seat awestruck and staring at you. “Why are you staring?”

“I just, did you just sass J’onn, make him laugh, and then get a job offer?” his brows furrowed in confusion. “I did” you nodded before taking his hand and pulling him from his chair. “How?” Disbelief written all over his face as you made your way out of the DEO, making you laugh. “I’m just that good” you shrugged.

He chuckled, “I guess so.”

Under The Back Porch

As a kid I lived with neglectful parents at best. At worst dad would turn his screams and fists on me but I learned quickly how to dodge the worst of it. Mom wasn’t much help, she’d just smoke in the kitchen and bitch at him for staying out so late.

At the time we lived basically in the middle of nowhere, our nearest neighbors were a long walk away for a six year old and we had trees between us. No one to run to for help. But I was pretty small for a kid my age. I learned I could fit pretty much anywhere. The closet. Dryer. I think even once I tucked myself under my futon in such a way I could still get some air but no one could see me.

I was a master at hiding. But it wasn’t for a good reason.

One night though, one night I chose to do something different.

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Waiting (½)

Word Count: 1374

Characters: Bucky/Reader, mention of Wanda, Steve, etc.

Summary: You and Bucky are dating and you’re waiting for him to return from a long mission. You have to deal with something changes to your relationship.

Warnings: Swearing (cuz it’s me)

Author’s Note: I’ve had this idea for a very long time now, though I’m not sure I’ve done it justice. It’s kind of fluffy, with a little bit of angst (maybe?)

You sat on the couch, curled up into a ball, wrapped up in the coziest blanket you owned. You were surrounded by pillows as the couch had become your makeshift bed while you waited for Bucky to return.

This was the longest mission he had been on since you got together. Four months. Four long, agonizing, lonely months. It was even worse because the last three weeks had been in radio silence. Zero communication. It was killing you. You could survive with facetiming, phone calls, and texting; though brief, you had communication every single day. But hearing absolutely nothing was driving you out of your mind.

The first few weeks, you tried sleeping in your bed but it wasn’t your room anymore. Bucky’s presence was too strong there and his absence made you ache. So instead, after too many nights of too little sleep, you set up camp in the common living room area, on the plush couch. You were closer to the kitchen, there was a bathroom close by, and the television was big enough that come nighttime, you were provided with enough of a distraction until you were actually able to fall asleep.

This was a big mission. Everyone was gone from the tower, leaving you to your own devices. You had planned to get so much accomplished but ultimately, you got nothing done.

But today was different. Today was the day the team was supposed to return from their mission. You had planned on making a big dinner for everyone to mark their return but by the time you woke up, showered, and did some laundry, you were too tired. You justified ordering a pizza because everyone liked pizza and this way, no one would feel obligated to spend anymore time with each other - they could grab and go. This way you could also spend some more time with Bucky.

You had told F.R.I.D.A.Y to let you know when they arrived so you shouldn’t have been surprised to hear her disembodied voice alerting you to the quinjet’s approach. It startled you awake and you barely had the energy to get up from the couch. Instead, you wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself and sunk deeper into the cushions

You stared at the door willing it to open when suddenly, Steve walked through looking a little worse for wear. His uniform had gashes and was covered in dried blood and other bodily fluids. He saw you and rushed over to hug you but stopped himself.

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I Knew I Would See You Again (”Why Now?” Part 2) - Jughead Jones Imagine (Riverdale)

Part 1 | Part 3


Hello again, I noticed that you liked my first imagine „Why Now?” and I decided to do a part two of it! Some people also asked me to. I am very happy that you liked part one, you guys amazed me! I really didn’t expect that, thank you for reading it! If you didn’t read „Why Now?” and just came across this imagine, please click above on Part 1 to read, although you will not understand anything. I also made a special page where I will post all of my Imagines. It’s down here:




About this part I still don’t have any warnings to do because it’s too innocent, haha. I don’t own any of the TV series’s rights and the persons I’m mentioning here aren’t like that in the real life. This is just a story made up by me, meaning that the descriptions of the characters that I’m writing about are based on how the Riverdale’s cast is portraying them. It’s a work of fiction. Enjoy your reading. xx

PLOT: You stayed in Houston for a year. During all this time, you’ve managed to get in touch with your friends who have made you aware of everything that has happened in Riverdale so far. Even so, you missed them a lot and as soon as summer came, you informed your parents that you are going back to your hometown to celebrate your  18th birthday. You are about to find things that will make you regret you have not been with your friends, but most importantly, you will see him again.

You didn’t even feel how time had passed. It’s been a year, a whole year since you left Riverdale for a fresh start and for a better life. It wasn’t like that for you, you had no idea how you got through it. You only wanted the things to be good between you and your parents, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You’ve suffered and if you’re gonna remember the day you left … The way things went off, you would probably feel sorry. You were absolutely convinced that you weren’t going to disappoint Veronica, Archie, Betty … Jughead, they knew that too. Every one of them kept their word: Archie called you every single day, you would talk to him for hours and he would finally sing something short just to cheer you up. You wouldn’t forget to ask him if Jughead was alright and he would say that he would never lie to you about anything. Archie and Jughead were best friends, you knew he would never abandon Jughead. You and Veronica would facetime everytime you were free. You always told her that Houston is a nice place and that you feel very good here, but you wouldn’t be convincing. It wasn’t the fact that you hated that place, it was just the fact that you knew anyone around here. You were the new girl, the new neighbor … It was tiring for you. Eventually Veronica would make you laugh even if you couldn’t even smile and you would almost fall asleep while talking to her. The blonde one – Betty, was the most worried about you.  She would ask you thousands of times if you are okay and send you a lot of pictures with her and the others so you can watch them whenever the longing became too intense. They made you forget, somehow. For a while, it wasn’t enough.

Then, everything started to get easier. You were accommodating with your new school’s schedule, studying most of the time and getting ready for exams. Sometimes you would think of how you used to eat lunch with Archie, Veronica, Betty and Jughead outside and how anyone could make you feel as they did. There was no fun. There weren’t delicious chocolate milkshakes as the ones at Pop’s were. There was no one named Jughead who would wear his crown-shaped beanie even if he was inside of a house. It was incredibly hard for you not to think about him all this time. You remembered how you cried the first night away from Riverdale and how lonely you felt. Jughead called you that night, you could barely talk. He tried to calm you down, but it wasn’t possible. You simply left him alone after he confessed he liked you. After he tried to show his true feelings towards you. You always knew how odd he felt doing it, and you could imagine how hard it was for him. And you did what? You were miles away. You would have understood him if he was mad at you, though he said he wasn’t. You almost wanted him too. What if everytime you hung up the phone, he will not talk to anyone else for a long time? What if he wasn’t himself anymore? What if he was stuck? You’re still asking this and you are afraid of a real answer. You felt him so close to you than he have ever been before and you couldn’t show him the same feelings. Sometimes you would want to feel his body pressed to yours, to cuddle him because you never had the chance to do that. Your mother was the first one to fiind out how it was with this Jughead guy, you didn’t need to explain anything to her. She saw you being affected and tried to make you feel better. You didn’t let her. Neither your dad. It was their fault. It took you long enough to get used to the idea, still, you haven’t looked for any other boy’s affection.

When summer came, you knew you had a chance. You talked with Veronica in time, telling her you plan to come back to Riverdale for your birthday. She almost started to scream from happiness when you told her that, but you mentioned her not to tell Archie, Betty or Jughead about that. You wanted to be a surprise. She told you you’d spend the night at her when you got there and assured you she’d keep her mouth shut. Both of you were so excited. You couldn’t help but think about everyone’s faces when they’ll see you. You couldn’t wait to see them too, it was like you were already feeling their giant tight hug against your body. You asked your parents to let you go back, you could not forget this important detail. They couldn’t believe it when they heard you. Your father was red from anger. „No way!” they both would tell you. Of course you couldn’t accept that, so you continued to beg for their approval. They did not want you to leave because they wanted you to be with them on your birthday, not in that town. They seemed so disgusted, as if they had not lived there once. You did everything in your power until you were able to convince them. You promised a short term, after which you would come back home. You needed your friends and some more familiar surroundings for a while. They understood it hard, but you were glad that they did. You were excited to see even Cheryl who was never incredibly excited about your presence. You heard a lot of shocking news about her brother’s death and you wanted to find out more. Veronica didn’t give you too many details, she wanted to play with you. You wanted Cheryl and her family to be okay after all the rumblings they’ve been through since the tragedy.

So the days have passed quite fast with you trying to fullfill your time as much as possible so you wouldn’t need to wait that long. You suddenly saw yourself with all the luggage done, almost as if you wanted to live faster than you should’ve. Jughead noticed how changed you were every time he called you and you felt him quite surprised. He got used to make you feel better, and to smile sweetly and cheeky everytime you two would facetime. It was funny to lie him ’cause it wasn’t anything serious, you couldn’t wait to meet his mesmerizing green eyes again.

This time you’ll tell him too. You’ll tell him everything.


You couldn’t stand the place. The taxi driver seemed to drive too slow for your patience. The night was still young. You were so close to your hometown again, you couldn’t believe it. You thought it was a dream, wanting someone to pinch you.  You blinked many times, looking out the window and admiring the landscape. You missed the strange appearance of Riverdale because you still were used to it. You’d have preferred this silence than all that noise in Houston.  Before you leave home, your mom and dad have warned you: you were not allowed to break your promise. You asked them to come with you so that you will be together on your birthday, it wouldn’t bother you. But your father had his job and wouldn’t let just your mother to come with you. You kinda felt that once you’ll see your friends, you couldn’t leave anymore. But nobody had to know that yet.

You took your phone out of your pocket and checked to see if Veronica texted you. Until now she constantly did that, she couldn’t wait to see you, God. You wondered if she was still the same as you knew her. You wondered if her family was okay, you wanted to know if her love life was up and you wished she didn’t suffer because of your departure. You felt like you couldn’t resist much more, it’s been so long

You asked the taxi driver to leave you a little farther from Veronica’s house because you didn’t wanted her to see you or wait for you. You just walked a little, and you never imagined it could be so hard with all the luggage and emotions that were not going to leave you too soon. You immediately recognized the huge building and increased your peace. A little more.

A man opened the door for you when he saw you wearing so much weight. You mumbled a „thank you” and then entered, leading directly to Veronica’s apartment. Standing in front of the door you felt your knees weak. You took a deep breath and the knocked at the door.

Almost immediately you heard Veronica’s voice from the inside:

„Y/N should be there in a few moments.” You couldn’t help but smile when you heard the sound of the door opening.

After that, you just felt like your strength was gone.

A tall girl dressed in a red top and some skinny black jeans looked at you from head to toe. Her dark hair was left free and hang just above her shoulders, as you were used with her wearing it like that. You whined and you covered you mouth with your hand, slipping the suitcasses on the floor.

„Oh my God.” You heard Veronica exhaling. It could’ve happen literally everything in this moment and you would notice nothing but one of your dearest friends who was looking at you extremly shocked. „Oh my God!” You heard her again. „Y/N!” She wrapped her hands around your neck and squealed. You felt like your heartbeats stopped.

„Hello to you too, Veronica” You tried to say even if you felt like she was strangling you.

„Jessus Christ, are you kidding me, Y/N?! Why didn’t you tell me that- …”

„I guess I wanted to surprise you?” She faced you when she heard your voice. Her eyes were full of life. It practically screamed: „This is the real home you need!

„Hell, I missed you so much!” She yelled, hugging you again. You started to laugh, but you were too excited, so it came out more like a trembling moan. You weren’t allowed to cry.

„I missed you too!” You stroked her back until you heard her mother’s voice from inside the apartment. The door was wide open. „Wha-What have you been doing lately?” You swallowed a lump in your throat trying to stay still on you own two feets.

She tried to answer you but Hermione interrupted her from behind.

„Veronica hun’, what was that- …” She stopped when she saw you. „Wait, is this …” Veronica turned her head to her, nodding quickly.

„It’s Y/N mom! Look at her!”

Hermione smiled warmly.

„What are you doing here, dear? It’s so unexpected, I can’t believe you’re back.”

„I needed to come back here. You have no idea how hard it was for me in the last months …” Veronica held her arm on your upper back. Now you only needed a few minutes. Your friend had to tell you everything that happened while you were away.

„Come in. Don’t stay there, we have pretentious neighbours.” Hermione said. You missed the way she treated you, sometimes she would have been better than your own mother. You entered the luxurious apartment, looking around. Nothing was changed. You’ve noticed all the things in their place, the couch on which you and Veronica used to fall asleep while watching movies, the glass coffee table, the plants … Too familiar.

The two women helped you to carry your luggage and immediately afterwards you sat down on the couch. You felt that Veronica and Hermione were fighting about who will be the one to ask you the first question. There had been nothing special in the city where you stayed, nothing to tell about.

„Everyone will freak out when they’ll see you. Tell me, how is it? How’s Houston?” Veronica asked, coming closer to you.

„Horrendous without you guys. I’m so glad I made my parents let me come.” You sighed.

„Ronnie told me about this. How did they agree?” Veronica’s mother asked.

„I think it was a miracle. I begged them like a dog.” You joked. „Only once I can reach my eighteens. If they did not want to accompany me I had nothing to do.”

„Don’t think about it, you’re here now. That’s what matters the most.” Mumbled Veronica. Her mother was agreeing. ”We really missed you, Y/N, all of us.” You knew it and couldn’t think about anything else. Your heart was empty without them, you imagined that this place was empty too without you all. After all, your group was the soul of Riverdale.

You turned your head to the dark-haired girl.

„I need to know everything. What happened here?” Although you were worried about the answers you were going to receive, nothing will be the same if you didn’t fiind out. You saw Hermione standing up and telling you she will leave you two alone so you can talk. Curious, you looked straight into your friend’s eyes. She started with the beginning. You found out that just a few months after you moved away, Jughead’s father was the main suspect in Jason Blossom’s death. When Jughead had told you about him he believed he couldn’t be guilty of anything. He trusted his father after all, because if he wouldn’t, he would have no one to support him. Veronica’s words scared you because yeah, mr. Jones seemed dangerous but he wasn’t a killer. Plus, when Jason was shot, Jughead’s father worked with Fred Andrews. So it couldn’t be true.

Then, Ronnie started to tell you about the relationship between Jughead and his dad which began to tense when the police was after him. They fought often and Jughead slept for a few days inside the school because he didn’t want to bother Archie anymore. He was destroyed during that time, Archie hardly persuaded him to come back. You imagined a scared, teary Jughead who walked alone on the same streets he was once walking you home on. Your heart skipped a beat.

„Please tell me you took care of him.” You said slowly. Veronica nodded.

„Betty was there for him.” As soon as you heard that sentence, your eyebrows furrowed. You felt shivers on your back. Although you knew that wasn’t her intention, you felt Veronica blaming you, somehow. She didn’t say that it was your fault, it was just the fact that Betty comforted the boy you left behind instead of you. And you weren’t jelous or something, it just … Didn’t feel right. The brunette looked at you cautiously before continuing. Maybe you weren’t prepared to hear her next words. Jughead and Betty were together at some point. You just blinked. Betty was the person who managed to be by his side when you couldn’t.

But you were okay with that.

„It didn’t last long. They broke up after two months.” Continued Veronica. „He thought he could see her the way he saw you.”

„How do you - …” How did Veronica know about Jughead’s feelings towards you? He would not tell anyone, he waited until the last moment to tell you.

„He told us but Archie figured out first.” You remembered the way they would tease you about how you and Jughead were acting in each other’s company. You would’ve smiled if you weren’t worried. „’You alright?” Ronnie asked you.

„I think so. It’s nothing.” You said. As long as you were concerned, things got a bit out of control, you understood that when you realized it was still not sure who Jason’s killer was. Even without you, your friends were trying to find out. Someone was lying and the Blossom family didn’t know what to do.

„I mean, how, Veronica? It’s been a year!” You exclaimed trying to find an appropriate answer in your head.

„It’s complicated. Everyone tell us that.”

Everything was complicated. When you wanted to come back, you were expecting that. You felt that overwhelming sensation again. The negative energy ruled every corner of your body but you welcomed it back with pleasure. If your mom and dad would fiind out what you have found out tonight, they would probably be here within an hour to take you back to Houston. Were you happy feeling so uncertain?

„Tomorrow’s the day. Betty, Archie and Jughead need to know you are back.” After a few minutes when the atmosphere was quiet, your friend’s voice was heard. You did not have the strength to retaliate after all you just heard. Your birthday was in two days and you still had things to do. You were supposed to get ready for seeing him again.

That night, after you talked a bit with Hermione too, you slept with Veronica in her king-size bed. The Blossom’s red hair appeared in front of your eyes everytime you closed them. You almost felt everything Jughead felt when he was alone, barely able to fall asleep.

„Don’t worry, Y/N. You have to feel good. Don’t ruin your time here.” Veronica also told you.

„I’m fine. I know it’ll be fine.”

The next morning Veronica woke you up early so you could dress. She had spoken with Archie and he had invited her to take breakfast at his place. You felt tired but it couldn’t compare to the butterflies you felt in your stomach knowing what yo were about to do. Jughead’s face popped up inside your head. You couldn’t wait to open your arms and let him hug you. Or you would be the one to hug him? It didn’t really matter as long as you were about to feel him that close again. 

„C’mon.” Veronica said, opening the door for you. You said goodbye to Hermione, the you stepped out of the apartment, following your friend. 

„I am so nervous.” You said, as the road shortened and you were getting closer to Archie’s home.

„Well, I’m excited.” Ronnie clapped. You tried to calm down your emotions but it wasn’t possible. You imagined Jughead and Archie, you imaged how Archie’s house looked like and before you knew it, Veronica tried to make sure if she could knock on the door or just enter the house without any announcement.

„Breathe.” She whispered to you once you two stepped in. Before you could say something more, she screamed. „Archie, I’m here!” You tried to stop her but you couldn’t. Then, you heard footsteps approaching. 

„You’re right in time.” Your redhead’s voice was thicker than usual. „The pancakes are- …” But when he saw you, it seemed like his voice vanished.”Y/N?!” You tried to smile as innocently as you could.

„Surprise!” His mouth was already wide open. He slowly approached you as if he was afraid you would disappear.

„No freaking way.” You heard him say. You felt his strong arms wrapped around your waist immediately. You tried to look at Veronica and meeting her gaze, you saw her mouthing an „I told you.” 

„Oh my God, Archie.” You murmured. You felt he was beyond surprised. 

„Are you real? I thought you would never come back …”

„I’m here. One hundred percent real.” You assured him, patting his back. „It’s my birthday tomorrow. I wanted to be here.” He looked at you and for a second, you really thought he was about to start crying. You couldn’t imagine a crying Archie, instead, you wanted to cry so bad. „I miss- …” You tried to speak but he suddenly grabbed your hand. You got through the hallway to the kitchen where you smelled the old delicious pancakes with maple syrup. Then, as if it was a dream, you saw one well-known figure.

You started shaking. Your chest was tightening.

„Hey, Jug?” Archie called him. He turned his head to him but he didn’t notice you at first. Just a minute later, he froze.

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„Jughead.” You breathed. If Archie and Veronica would not watch you now, you probably would have gone to him and attacked his lips in a well-deserved kiss. You were as speechless as he was.

He didn’t say a word. Instead, you saw him approaching you. He looked you deep in the eyes and touched your cheeks with his palms. His eyes were watery. No. Please Don’t.

„Y/N?” Your name fell out of his mouth as a weak whisper. He was still wearing his beanie, but this time it was a different color. You hugged him tightly and you whined in his chest.

„I’m sorry.” You told him. You still felt extremely guilty. You didn’t want to hurt him anymore. You wanted to feel him happy. As happy as he was never before.

„Don’t say that. It wasn’t your choice.”

You leaned your forehead to his. 

„Guys?” You almost forgot about the boy and the girl who were awkwardly standing behind you. Archie talked first.

„I’ll call Betty.”

Jughead stepped back and looked at you in owe. You wished he would’ve kiss you without shame. You couldn’t say that loud.

Exactly like that, you enjoyed the presence of your old friends all day long. It honestly felt like it wasn’t real. After so long, you were seeing them again. And when Betty arrived and saw you standing there, you couldn’t handle it anymore and started to cry while you hugged her. They grew up too. You even noticed a small scratch on Jughead’s cheek, and when you asked him about it, he told you that Archie had mistakenly hit him with the joystick in the face when he lost a round at his favorite video game.

„You, silly.” You said, giggling.

Everythig was perfect. You didn’t even dare to ask about Cheryl and her family because you didn’t want to ruin anything. Your friends were incredibly enthusiastic about your returning because they wanted you to have the best birthday ever. Jughead held your hand whenever he had the chance and he didn’t even care if the others were watching you, not even Betty. You felt sorry for her because it was, after all, her ex-boyfriend. She wasn’t bothered at all, she was happy that you were around. You didn’t feel how time passed and before you knew it, looking out the window, it was already dark outside. Until now you’ve been around and at Pop’s with your friends, then you stood in front of the highschool and talked about every possible thing. You also visited Archie’s dad, who was surprised to see you; he was in the middle of a phone call and started balding when he saw you. You wanted to laugh but you didn’t, though.

Right now you and Jughead were on your way to his dad’s trailer. You needed some time alone with him, and around Archie, Betty and Veronica you could not get your plan done. Your hands were intertwined, you felt something strange in your stomach.

„This day was simply amazing. Thank you for welcoming me back this way.” You said.

„Stop thanking us, Y/N. Everyone’s glad that you’re back.” You felt Jughead’s big thumb brushing over your palm. „Will you leave again?” He then asked, in a low tone. 

„I have to.” You answered. You wouldn’t want to leave but you couldn’t stay. Your parents would lock you in your room forever.

You two enjoyed the silence until you arrived and noticed that Jughead’s father didn’t seem to be around. You stood outside. It was hot and the wind was blowing slowly. You leaned your back against the trailer and looked up to the sky.

„Jughead?” He looked at you while his arms were crossed to his chest. „Are you okay?”

„I am.” He nodded. But you didn’t mean that.

„No, are you okay?” You became serious bitting the inside of your cheek. You watched him coming near you. He sighed.

„Yes, Y/N. I am.” You wanted him to tell you how horrible he felt without you, you wanted him to blame you and you wanted him to be angry at you. He wasn’t. He was just enjoying your company. You were an awful person, you knew that.

„I heard about you and Betty.” You spoke out of blue. In a few seconds, he turned his head towards you. 

„Does that bother you? Because- …”

„Jughead relax. It’s okay, I’m okay with that. Don’t worry.”


„You know …” He started. „I never stopped thinking of you. Like it only felt right when I was with you.” You felt your throat dry. Your lower lip was already between your teeth and something was devouring you on the inside. You turned your head to him and caught his sad expression. You opened your mouth but no words came out. Before you could figure it out, the space between you and the Jughead began to shrink. In the next moment, it happened. 

His lips stuck to yours as if they were simply meant to be there. Something exploded inside of you. You whimpered instinctively driving your hand to his cheek. Your body pressed more against the trailer behind you while you two kissed deeply and truly. It wasn’t a tongue kiss, it could’ve been just as passionate. You slowly raised your hands up to the end of his beanie and squeezed the little dark hair which was stuck out. You felt him trembeling in the kiss and you knew it was too much for him. But he wouldn’t stop, for you. He pressed his chest to yours and you felt his heart beating. You melted, then and there.

You didn’t know you had your eyes closed until you opened them to look at him while he slowly interrupted the beautiful kiss. He licked his lips, shy and you smiled.

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„You have no idea how good is to know that my father isn’t here now.” He murmured, looking at you with such loving eyes. You didn’t expect him to be like that. 

How amazing he was.

„I like you too, Jug.” You whispered, somehow scared that he would just shut you off.

I knew I would see you again.” He answered, smiling softly. „I don’t want you to leave again, Y/N.” He confessed, staring at the wet ground. 

„I don’t want that either.” When you thought about that, you made yourself sad. You didn’t want to be sad at this moment, you just had the most beautiful kiss in your life. The first kiss that really felt that real. Jughead was always real, he was here all this time, he still was. How unbelievable it was, it was true.

„I think it’s midnight.” You felt his hand reaching to yours again. 

„Maybe …” You said feeling empty. 

Happy birthday, Y/N.” Your smile though it was not as big as it should’ve been, it was there. You wanted to push everything away, every bad thought, every cry for help … You just wanted him. You felt your head being turned to him again, this time for him to kiss you for the second time. He hugged your frame with so much care that you could’ve even break into his arms as well, because he would have stick together all your pieces, all of your parts. It was hard to attach by someone when you knew very well that you both get hurt in the end.

But what if this wasn’t your end?  

It’s here! This is the last part of „Why Now?” imagine. I really hope you’ll like it, I already like to write stuff like this for you. What do you think about it? ’Hope it’s not too sad or something, usually I can handle to write sad stuff, I like it. Thank you so much for your reblogs and hearts, it really means a lot to me! And if you ever want to talk don’t hesitate to give me a message. Or ask me a question. Both are okay. Thank you for reading!

anonymous asked:

Oh I’m in love with your blog and I hope it’s okay that I send in another bucky imagine 🙈😊 one where you’re close friends and you break up with your asshole boyfriend so you head to buckys room after drinking some alcohol and you end up sleeping with bucky that night. The next morning he brings you breakfast in bed cause he finally tells you he’s glad you’re broke up and that he’s been loving you since the day you met and you also realize that your heart beats for bucky? 😊 that would be great

Pairing: Bucky x Reader | Reader x MCU character of your choice
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: language and smut (what a surprise right? lol)

A/N: asdfghjkl, thank you so much, my love! u have no idea how much I appreciate that you like this blog! sorry that it took me so long to finish this one, but I still hope you like this! (also, it’s up to you who the ex boyfriend is. I didn’t name him, since I wanted you guys to decide who it should be!)


You made a mental note to slap Tony on the back of his head for making the corridors of the Avenger compound’s sleeping hall so long.

Because when one was being drunk out of their mind, it felt like a three miles walk.

Your hand was clutching the bottle you had almost emptied out and while you were making your way to your best friend’s room, kept thinking about the last few hours.


Do you still have feelings for her?” you asked, knowing the answer before he even said anything.

Don’t go down that road again, (Y/N).”

Answer me! And do me a favor, be honest for one fucking time.”

He stared down at you, then shook his head.

I can’t believe we’re having this conversation again.”

Because you’ve NEVER given me an answer. And she’s coming back here, over and over again..-”

Fine. I do. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he interrupted.

You let out a breath.

No. But it’s what I needed to hear.”

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A Day Off~ Dean Ambrose Imagine

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Note;  You are Dean’s wife but he hasn’t said I love you yet. Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future imagines. 

He watched you sleep, a smile made it’s way to his lips as he thought about how beautiful you were. But he was never good with feelings, telling you how much he does care for you. Action speak louder than words, that’s what he did. He showed you how much he cared about you. He kissed you first, he asked you out, he asked you to be his and he asked you to marry him. 

His hand made its way to your hair, moving strands from your face smiling to himself how he loved running his fingers and playing with your hair.

Dean scooted closer to you leaning down pressing his lips onto the side of your neck. Brushing his nose on the soft skin, his lips brushing softly placing a kiss there.

You shifted as he continued his kisses up your neck savoring how soft your skin felt against his lips. His lips brushed up your jaw, your hand went to cup his cheek brushing against his cheek. He leaned into your touch. Dean nipped at your jaw.

Whimpering sounds came from you making Dean smile. 

He pulled away, glancing down at you as he watches your eyes open and the corner of your lips turning into a smile. 

“ Morning sweetheart” He greets you with a gruff morning voice. 

“ Morning handsome” you greeted him, your hands running up and down his chest. It was quite for a few moments, jut the two of you laying there. Dean was watching you, he loved the color of your eyes and the smile that would always make him smile.

“ What do you think about a bath?” you asked, looking up at him.

“ That sounds good” He nodded.

“ I think I’ll go make it now” Dean saw a spark in your eye, a hint of mischief there. He licked his lips sitting up in bed watching you leave the bed in his shirt.

“ You coming?” you asked, biting your bottom lip.

He jumped out of bed, making his way over to you making you giggle.

Moments later, you sat with him in the tub surrounded by bubbles, he was giving you a massage, moans filled the bathroom. Dean had the magic fingers when it came down to this. 

Dean reached over to the soap running it down your arms but his eyes remain on your eyes watching your reaction. 

He was so in love with you, he hasn’t told you those words yet but soon he was going too. You were the first women he was going to say those words to. It scared him and at the same time excited him. He finally found someone that loves him and cares about him. 

He moved your hair to the side, kissing your wet shoulder then your neck running his hands down your body.

You were a goddess in his world and he was going to treat you like one. 

“ Sweetheart?” He called to you. 

You turn your head towards him, catching his eye listening to what he has to say. 

“ I know we’ve been together for two years and married for one. But the thing is I never got to tell you how I really feel about you-”

“ You don’t have to Dean, I know” He shook his head.

“Let me finished” you nodded motioning him to go on. 

“ I  never was good with feelings until you. You showed me what’s it like to feel love, to be loved, to be wanted. I used to be a messed up guy but when it comes to you, everything just goes away. All I see is you and all I want in my life is you. All I care and love in this world is you. You are always my number 1. I love you so much princess” 

“ All I need is you too Dean, you are my light to my darkness. My lunatic and my everything. You have no idea how much I waited for you to tell me those words, even if it took a long time” you two shared a laugh before you kissed him.

“ I love you so much Dean” He smiled, showing his dimples before burying his face into your neck.

He had to get used to hearing the words. 

Focus (Cameron Dolan x Reader)

Summary: You meet a girl who’s a lot more special to you than you realise.

A/N: I’m so excited to post this!!! My blog has been too straight for my liking so far and I have such a huge crush on Cameron (just look at her^) and I had this idea, so here it is! This took so long to write and it’s so long, so I’d really appreciate some feedback and love on it, enjoy my loves 👼

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EXO WOLF: Reaction to Their Mate Finally Wanting Pups


Minseok, I think, would bite his lip to fight back that pronounced smirk that always seemed to tug at his lips. No words would be spoken between the both of you–none would be needed. He made it clear enough with his actions that he was more than pleased with your confession.

Originally posted by strawberrrymilks


As this had been something that Luhan had openly wanted for a year or so now, it was safe to say his reaction displayed that well. He made no attempts to fight the grin that took place upon his lips, or the sudden need to hold your hand. Though his inner wolf was scolding him for being so soft, he felt that he could make an exception, just this once, “I don’t think you have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words, Baobei.”

Originally posted by wetsekai


The second you admit to being ready, Yifan’s cool-guy exterior would fall away, revealing the dork you’d fallen so hard for. Given that he hadn’t ever really been good with words or expressing what he was feeling, he instinctively wrapped you into a tight, bone-crushing hug. When you giggled and asked whether he was hoping for a boy or a girl, there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his answer, “I don’t care, as long as you’re happy.”

Originally posted by exo-wufan


In an instant, Junmyeon’s lips would be pressed to yours. It would be a soft, gentle kiss–full of genuine love and adoration. He almost couldn’t believe what he’d heard from you, and that was evident, just from soft look of surprise he still wore when you broke apart, “You aren’t just doing this for me, right?” He’d ask for confirmation.

Originally posted by suhocean


Yixing would pull you tightly to his side and give a chaste kiss to your temple, “My beautiful baobei,” he would murmur with his lips still grazing your skin, “You’re going to be a wonderful mother.”

Originally posted by laygion


Wolf!Baekhyun is notorious for being overly excited and hyper, so as soon as you admitted to finally being ready to have puppies, he would be over the moon–attacking you with a hug and peppering kisses into the crook of your neck. “I love you so much!” he’d exclaim lovingly, not releasing you from his embrace for even a second.

Originally posted by baekinthedae


The both of you had been chatting and watching tv when you brought it up very suddenly, just about cutting off the previous conversation in order to start this one, Aish, Jagiya, you’re going to give me whiplash,” he’d tease with light laughter. He grew more serious when he came to the realization that he had probably ruined the moment. In an attempt to save it, he would take your hand in his and–with the ghost of a smile still present on his face–say, “but I have no oppositions.”

Originally posted by drawien


Despite already being an extremely content, happy person normally, he would certainly be ecstatic, wanting to tell everyone in his phone contacts. Though instead of doing so, he’d flash you the biggest, toothiest smile. He would pull out his cellphone, except to show you something he’d been keeping hidden in his notes, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he would admit, hardly able to contain his excitement, “These are some of the names I like!

Originally posted by zzzzem


Kyungsoo would be taken aback by your sudden proclamation, but nonetheless, he would feel so much joy at the fact that you were finally ready to take this next step with him. You probably told him this at a random time, like while first leaving the bed in the morning. He would grab your wrist and gently tug you back onto the bed, and to further things, onto his lap, “The sooner the better,” he’d hum against your lips, implying that he wanted to start “trying” as soon as possible.

Originally posted by kyunqdae


A big grin would immediately tug at his lips. “Baobei, you’re sure?” He’d ask, his voice nearing a tone of disbelief. The moment you gave a confident nod of confirmation, he would be pressing gentle kisses to each of your knuckles, “I’m going to love this baby just as much as I love you.”

Originally posted by chenclusive


Jongin, like Minseok, would take a more flirtatious, sexual approach on his reaction.He would wear a satisfied smirk when you confessed to being ready for puppies (although inside he’d be thrilled). He wouldn’t let his smug expression falter as he pulled you to his chest. “I guess we’d better get to work on that then,” he’d whisper into your ear.

Originally posted by itjustcomesautomatic


He would quirk an eyebrow at you, saying–seemingly in all seriousness–, “It took you long enough,” when you glowered at his response, he would roll his eyes while allowing a small smile to play on his lips, “You know I’m only kidding, (Y/N). Even if you did want to wait longer, I’d be fine with that.”

Originally posted by toomuchexoness

Control (Philip x Reader)


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Warnings- Phil is a player?? really long fic with a really basic plot line?

Request- “okay this is my first request but I knew no one could write my messy ideas better😂 I was wondering if I could get a Phillip or john imagine where the reader is being teased about sexual stuff and she’s uncomfortable because she’s never even been kissed and when Phillip/john finds out they teach her how to kiss… and you can take it on from there ;) THANKS BABE❤️”

A/N- (I didn’t mean for this to get so feelingsy and then…sorry)

Words- 2890

Song- Originally it was going to be the first song but then the fic took on a bit of a different tone bc my brain doesn’t shut up so I guess the second matches the car bit and the first is for like everything else ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Good Girls Go Bad – Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester

I’m Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket – Pierce The Veil

The empty liquor bottle spun and spun around the circle. You felt a pit in your stomach, but you were far from peachy. It stalled, pointing to someone across the circle. The girl next to you giggled and leaned forward, meeting lips with the boy, Philip, you thought. You’d seen him around, always talking to a different girl. He smirked as he pulled away from the current one. She bit her lip and giggled, sitting back down. 

You froze. She passed the bottle to you. It sat on the floor in front of you. glaring at you. You looked up at all the people at the party. None of them were someone you wanted to kiss. Your friend, Danielle, nudged you with her elbow. 

“Spin the bottle.” she whispered aggressively. 

You shrugged. “Uh…um… pass.” You quickly gave the bottle to her. There were several groans and eye rolls. 

“Come on, Y/N! Don’t be like that!” someone shouted. 

Your face heated up. “Like what?” you said angrily. 

“God, you’re such a virgin!” 

You didn’t know who said that, but the instant that word was heard, your mouth clamped shut. You wanted to run away. Hide in a bathroom and cry maybe. But that would just cause more of a scene. So you mumbled an off-hand “whatever” and kept your head down, hoping that no one could see how embarrassed and pissed you were.

That word always got to you. Yes, you were a virgin. Fuck, most of the people who said that to you were virgins themselves. But they always said it like it was disgusting. Like you should be ashamed for never having any intimate moments with anybody. 

It wasn’t that you’d never had an opportunity. You’d dated a few people, but you always panicked before you even got so far as kissing. It felt too vulnerable, and it was too new for you.

“It’s fine.”Danielle said quietly. You hadn’t even been paying attention to the rest of the game, but now it was over and the crowd was dispersing and talking loudly. “Just ignore them.” 

You shrugged and sipped some cheap beer from your cup. 

“Why’d you pass though?” she said suddenly. 

You gaped at her. “You know I’ve never kissed anyone. No one here is ‘first kiss’ material. Besides, why would I want something like that to happen for the first in a dingy basement with someone who’s half drunk?” 

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” somebody said. You turned around quickly. Philip was standing with his arms crossed and an amused expression on his face. 

You stood quickly off the floor and pushed your finger against his chest. “You won’t tell anyone what you just heard or I swear to-” 

“Woah relax.” He held his hands up. You glared wordlessly. He dropped his head closer to you and raised his eyebrows. “You’ve really never been kissed?” he laughed quietly. You groaned in frustration and stomped away, dragging your friend with you to join the stoners outside. 

“For the record, I’m not half-drunk” he called after you. 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah! You’re totally wasted!”  

One hour of blissful silence later and most were gathered around a large fire outside, talking in small groups or burning anything they could find to see what color it would make. 

“Hey.” a smooth voice spoke. You turned your head and saw Philip moving to sit on the cold ground next to you. You sighed and scooted closer to the fire, but he only followed you. “Y/N…right?” You gave him a thumbs up without sparing a glance his way. Philip looked around and then brought his lips right next to your ear. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anybody,” he whispered. You shivered. “Shit, are you cold?” Philip started to pull his sweatshirt off. 

“I’m fine,” you said firmly. You nodded to the people you’d been talking to and stood up quickly. A little too quickly. You stumbled forward, towards the fire. Several people gasped and then there was a brace against your stomach. Or an arm? Philip quickly turned you around. 

“Woah, how much have you had?” 

You pushed him off of you and started to trek up the small hill of the yard. “I’m. Fine.” you repeated. 

Philip followed you into the glow of the streetlights. “Do you need me to take you home? I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m not half-drunk. I haven’t had a drop tonight, and you-”

You spun around quickly. “Philip! How many times do I have to tell you I’m fine before you leave me alone?” 

Your words didn’t phase him at all. He stood in the middle of the street a few feet away from you. His arms were crossed, and he was smiling at you. You noted how the orange tint of the street lamp made him look even tanner, and now that you looked closely he had a lot of freckles and his hair was so long. Your body started to sway. 

Within seconds, Philip’s hands were steadying you. “Let me take you home.” he insisted. 

You squinted. “I don’t trust you.” 

Philip let out a breathy laugh. “Ouch…okay. Well, I don’t trust you to walk home like this, and I don’t trust anybody who might be hiding in the shadows on the way.” He started to lead you to a small black car. 

“Yeah.” you agreed. “Creeps like you.” 

Philip nodded and opened the passenger door. “Creeps like me.” 

“Shit!” you cursed just as you were about to sit down. You quickly patted your butt and your chest. Philip furrowed his brow and stepped back. “My phone.” you explained. 

Philip’s eyes widened in understanding. “Wait here.” He pushed you gently into the seat. “What’s does it look like?” 

“It’s uh…” You tapped your forehead in an attempt to clear the fog in your head. “It’s got a screen with a-” 

“I’ll figure it out,” Philip said quickly. “Just stay here.” You nodded, and he shut the door. You couldn’t help but laugh while you watched him jog awkwardly back to the party house. 

You sighed and leaned against the headrest. Your eyes floated around the inside of Philip’s car. There was a small slip of paper stuck on the edge of one of the vents. You frowned and reached forward to pull it out, but your hands kept slipping. Finally, it sprang free and you fell back against the chair roughly. 

You were straining to see the picture against all the darkness. You reached up and felt around on the roof of his car, pressing random buttons until one turned on the lights you needed. 

There was a little boy, very little. He was sitting on a bench in front of an old piano with a huge grin on his face. He’d probably been laughing when it was taken. There was a woman smiling fondly down at him. She looked tired, but amused. You smiled at the little, freckled boy with big curly hair. 

The car door opened suddenly.  “Hey is this it?” 

You quickly flung the picture onto the dashboard and looked at Philip. 

“Yeah…thanks.” You took your phone from him and checked the time. 2:47 A.M.

Philip started the car and pulled away from the street. “You’re gonna have to tell me how to get to your house. I have no idea where you live.” 

You nodded, but didn’t answer him. 


“What? Sorry, just get on the highway.” 

Philip nodded and took that direction. The two of you sat in silence for a long time. You stared out the window at all the passing lights.

“Y/N?” You turned to him. He glanced at you before looking back at the road. “Um…is something bothering you?” 

You shrugged. Your tongue felt like it was covered with cotton. 

“If it’s about what those guys were saying just ignore it. There’s nothing wrong with being a-”

“Oh my god Philip! Shut up!” You covered your face with your hands. 

He laughed lightly. “Does it really bother you that much?” 

“Yes!” you whined. “I’m in high school, I’ve had two boyfriends, and I still haven’t kissed anybody! Then there are people like you who have probably kissed everyone in school!” 

Philip stared straight forward. “Oh.” 

“Wait no.. I didn’t mean like… like I’m not judging you or anything, I just…I don’t know.” You looked back out the window. 

“I get what you mean.” Philip said after a beat. You turned to him slowly. “But I haven’t made out with everyone in school. Yet.” He winked at you. 

You rolled your eyes and held your palm up to him. “I’m not drunk enough to deal with your shit right now.” 

Philip laughed. He laughed really hard. You smiled and checked your phone. 20 minutes had passed. 

“Philip we’ve been driving for so long! My house isn’t that far!” 

He shrugged. “You only gave me one direction so I’ve been stalling.” 

You groaned and told him how to get to your house before relaxing against the seat again. Philip’s car was really warm, and it didn’t smell bad. Usually, guys’ cars smelled like Axe and weed, but Philip’s car was nice, like new car smell and mint gum.

“Y/N? Y/N, wake up.” Philip whispered. You opened your eyes and quickly sat straight up. You’d fallen asleep on his arm. 

You wiped at your mouth. “Oh my god! Why didn’t you wake me up? What if I drooled on you?” you blurted. You clamped a hand over your mouth, embarrassed by what you’d just said. 

Philip glanced down at his shoulder. “You didn’t. I wouldn’t have minded if you did.” You stared at him for a moment. “What?” 

You fell into a fit of giggles. “That’s…really gross, dude.” 

He thought for a bit, then laughed and leaned closer to you. “Yeah you’re right that is kinda gross. I have no idea why I said that.” 

You gasped for air and nodded, covering your laughter with your hand. 

“You have a really pretty smile,” Philip said. You stopped laughing immediately and looked blankly at him. He even looked a little surprised himself. 

“I’m gonna go.” you said awkwardly and pushed the door open. 

Philip nodded. “Yeah…yeah. This is the right house, right?” You nodded slowly, stepping out. Philip leaned over towards the open door. “Okay, well, be careful, Y/N. Drink some water before you go to bed.” 

“Will do. Uh, thanks for the…thanks for toni….thanks, Philip.” 

A smile slowly crept across his lips. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 


You shut the door and walked cautiously up to your porch. Philip’s car only pulled away after you were in the door. You tip-toed up to your room and collapsed onto your bed, falling asleep instantly. You woke up painfully a few hours later when your phone chimed loudly.  You squinted at the brightness, but the sun was already rising and your hangover hadn’t totally set in yet.

From: Philip aka the guy who drove your drunk ass home

You rolled your eyes. What a way to get a girl’s number, just take her phone.

are you alive?? did you drink water? make sure you charge your phone and come find me on Monday

You had to laugh at the rambly text. You were supposed to be the intoxicated one. You shrugged and typed out a simple reply before plugging your phone in and falling back asleep.

Very alive.

Philip surprised you at your locker Monday morning. Like really surprised. 

“Jesus fucking Christ Philip!” You jumped away. Danielle blew out a slow breath and squeezed your arm before walking away.  Philip laughed and moved to the other side of you, clearly ignoring your annoyance as much as you were trying to ignore him.

“Wow. Language.” He had a megawatt grin plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes. “You didn’t come find me,” he said with mock hurt. 

“Oh I’m sorry.” you pouted. “I’m not one of your ‘beck and call’ girls.” 

“They aren’t-” 

“Hey, Philip.” The girl who sat next to you during spin the bottle walked past your locker.

Philip smirked and raised his eyebrows, leaning against the lockers. “Hey.” 

You scoffed and shut your locker, walking away. 

“Y/N wait! I have a question!” 

You sighed and stopped. “What?” 

“Wow. Such venom towards the guy who took care of you.”

“Oh, my apologies, sir. Let me get your medal,” you said before you could stop yourself. Philip looked genuinely hurt, and you started to feel a little bad. You uncrossed your arms and looked to the side. “What is it?” 

Philip looked around. “Can we talk? In…here?” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the empty Spanish classroom.  

“Okay.” you stated. You pulled his hand off your arm. “What’s going on?” 

“You know how you have your little problem?” Philip grinned excitedly and sat on top of one of the desks.

You furrowed your brow. “No?” 

“You know…” he sang. You shook your head. “ ’I’m Y/N and I’ve never kissed any-’ ”

“Yes okay. I got it.” You held your hand up. 

“I have a solution!” 

“A sol-”

“Just kiss me!” He held his hands up excitedly. 

Your jaw dropped. “Philip no.” 

“Oh c’mon!” 

“Are you crazy?”

He smirked. “A little.” 

“No. Philip that’s ridiculous.” You turned to leave. 

“Wait!” He stepped in front of you. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want to help.”  You bit the inside of your cheek and sighed. The teacher walked into the classroom. He gave you both a strange look but said nothing. A few students starting to come in. 

“Look,” You turned your attention back to Philip as he spoke. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal. Just…just meet me here, at lunch. I mean…if you want to.” 

You nodded and left to your first-hour class.

 You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Despite your best intuition, you were walking down the empty hallway to the Spanish classroom. He was already waiting inside when you got there. 

“You’re here?” He furrowed his brow and put his phone away. 

“I can leave.” you suggested. 

Philip laughed. “No, no stay.” 

You nodded and stepped closer to him. “So, are you just gonna kiss me then?” 

“What? No, you don’t know what you’re doing.” 

“I think I know how to kiss Philip.” 

“How do you know? You’ve never done it.” he teased. 

You glared at him. “You said this wouldn’t be a big deal.” 

“It’s not!” He held his hands up. “Just…close your eyes.” You sighed and did as he said. “Now open your mouth a little bit… no not like- okay kind of.” 

You felt his fingertips against your forearm. “Just relax,” he whispered. Your breath hitched in your throat. His hand was on the nape of your neck, and his thumb pressed in front of your ear. You could feel his breath tickle your nose, and then his lips met yours softly. You could feel the hesitancy at first, but then his confidence won out. He pulled you closer. Your hands went to his shoulders, then his neck, then wrapped in the curls at the back of his head. 

Philip wasn’t that much taller than you, but just enough that you had to tilt your head to kiss him. Which was something that was happening. You were really kissing him. Your hands and legs started to tremble, but Philip’s caring yet firm grip on you helped you feel grounded. His lips moved against yours slowly, giving you butterflies in your stomach and your throat, but your lungs were burning. How long had you been kissing Philip? It didn’t feel long enough, yet you still pulled away gently. 

When you opened your eyes, his were still closed. You sighed and patted him lightly on the shoulder, which startled him a bit. “You were right. Not a big deal.” He nodded, his mouth half open. “Now I can kiss anybody!” 

Philip let out a puff of air. “Yeah. Yep exactly.” He plastered on his ‘Philip’ smile. “You got your first kiss out of the way, now anyone’s free game.” 

You nodded and walked to the door. Before leaving, you turned and smiled at Philip. He was staring at the floor with a fist in his hair. “Thank you. Really.” 

His head snapped up. “Yeah of course! Anytime!” You furrowed your brow. “Wait no,I mean…” 

“Bye, Philip.” you laughed. 

He smiled at you. Less ‘toothpaste ad’ and more…friendly. “Bye, Y/N.”