Bitter Rivals - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 9,619

Warnings: NSFW, NSS (Not Sabrina Safe aka an inside joke), 18+, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Alcohol Use, Spanking, Hair Pulling

Notes: I lost a bet with @ellie-bee242 and promised her Stuart smut. So this is for her, ok? Ok. Also thanks to @girlwiththerubyslippers for being a doll and reading part of this and like… screaming at me the entire time lol.

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wolfandthief  asked:

ANGST HALLOWEEN PLOT: Jughead Jones died on October 31st, 2017. Leaving his girlfriend Betty Cooper shattered. But every Halloween on the anniversary of his death he returns to see her. Betty knows eventually she must move on, but she simply can't. Jughead Jones was her soulmate. The love of her life, and as long as he keeps visiting her, she'll just have to wait to be with him in the afterlife.

Thanks for the prompt, love! As it suggests there’s some major character death in this one, but also ghosts - and bittersweetness, I couldn’t leave you without a resolved ending. 

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On that night, when the veil is at its thinnest, he finds his way home.


She sees it in the way the neon light from Pop’s reflects in the puddle at her feet, turning it a vibrant shade of red. It ripples on the autumn winds, sending out concentric circles towards her toes.


“Juggie, please! Please, don’t go out there,” Betty whispered frantically, eyes wide and shining in the white lights the emergency generator had turned on when it kicked into action. The desperation she felt in that moment, willing him to stay still beside her, crouched under the table of their booth at Pop’s, was so strong she could feel it manifesting in her throat, a lump lodging itself in her airways and cutting off her oxygen supply. 

The apples of his cheeks were burning beneath her clammy palms, flush with exertion and anger. She grasped at his face, a little too hard she thought, her nails leaving white trails in his skin that disappear as fast as she could make them.

“It’s gonna be alright, Betts. I’ll be right back, okay? Right back,” he soothed, smoothing her hair back, sweaty fly-aways getting tangled between his barely trembling fingers.

“No. No, no,” she whimpered, eyes sliding shut as the tears falling down her cheeks decided his fate before it had even played out. Jughead pressed a linger kiss to her forehead, cupping the back of her neck delicately to hold her against his lips.

“I’ll be back. Stay here, don’t move – I love you.” With that he was gone.

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Lubię ironię. Lubię ludzi, którzy ją wyłapują. I w ogóle wiedzą czym jest. Lubię trafić na godnego przeciwnika w tej słownej przepychance. Musi to być mężczyzna, w grę wchodzi wtedy element flirtu. Ach! 
Tak rzadkie to zjawisko.

so @kazliin writes this amazing fic called ‘Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts’ and if you haven’t read it yet i recommend you do because it’s beautiful and the angst gives me life ((seriously, just so much great angst)) i honestly love that fic to death 

You are the sun and I am just the planets
Spinning around you

I’ve done nothing but listen to “The Last of the Real Ones” by Fall Out Boy ever since this post. I had to get it out of my system one way or another and it just turned into… whatever the heck I was trying to portray here lmao 

“i have a tendency to fall in love with people i already know will end up breaking my heart,

yet i still hope one of them will prove me wrong.”

- A.R. {love is my drug}