down street before

bitty is the type of drunk to refuse to leave a party if “his jam” is playing. (at that point in the evening, every song is “his jam” lbr). it is not uncommon to see any member of the smh physically carrying him out of a party.

ransom prefers a fireman carry. shitty goes for the over-the-shoulder sack-of-taters style. holster thinks it’s funny to just scoop him up under his arms and carry him out like a mama cat and her kitten. 

lardo even tries, once. she gets him ‘round the middle and waddles halfway down the street before bits is lifted from her arms and over jack’s shoulder. “can’t have our favorite manager getting squashed,” he says simply. 

bitty doesn’t even fight it anymore. he just sighs and starts chatting about practice that morning, occasionally chirping whomever about needing to spend more time in the weight room.

Imagine Scorpius discovering Muggle plays, and getting obsessed with Shakespeare. 


 Albus: Are you reading that stupid play again? 

Scorpius: *clutching his heart in a dramatic way* It’s romantic, Albus. 

Albus: She just stabbed herself because he’s dead… Would you stab yourself if I died? 

Scorpius: …No offence but maybe not. I’d try to pay tribute to your memory or something. 

Albus: *tuts* But how do I know you truly love me if you wouldn’t kill yourself at my tragic demise? 

Scorpius: *hits him in the face with a pillow* If you’re not going to be nice you should leave me alone with my cultured literature and go and do your Transfiguration homework. 

 Albus: *snorts as he leaves Scorpius to it* Cultured literature. 

Scorpius: *throws the pillow at the back of his head*

Passionfruit | 3

“To you, matters of the heart have always been simple. You’ve always lived by three rules: you don’t do emotions, you don’t do attachment, and you don’t do love. That is, until you meet the enigma that is Kim Namjoon- a man who shakes your entire world upside down.”

pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: smut, angst
wordcount: 8.4k

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Last night I experienced some @sixpenceee shit. I was walking around in my home town (which is actually really high in paranormal/spooky stuff like we have a new age store downtown. I live in the bible belt) and I had this pulling feeling to go down this road (first picture) and at the very end of it was this house (second picture) and I just got bad vibes all the way down the street. Before I go on I just want to mention I have a bit of a sixth sense. I get vibes from people or places and usually it’s only if I feel like they have bad intentions or if there is just a negative feeling or something, it’s a gut feeling and I usually listen to it. Anyway, about half way down there was this one road I felt like I needed to go down but the pull to this house was stronger.

I turned around to go back to the main road. The whole time though I kept turning around and checking out the house and stuff and I swear to god the hall light on the second floor was getting brighter the farther I walked away. I finally got to that crossroad again and I was just going to go back to the main road but I felt that pull again so I was like “this is a bad idea” but I did it anyway. Bad idea. I found out this crossroad ended near the cemetery. It was getting really dark and I knew it would be quicker to cut through the cemetery because it’s literally two blocks away from my house. So I went in. At night. There are only lights at the entrances and really dim ones on very few of the tombstones.

So I’m walking and I know I don’t need to freak out, it’ll just attract bad things but it was really dark and that house spooked me a bit. So I kept walking, occasionally turning on my flashlight on my phone to look at the paths a bit more clearly. I saw the gate near my house and thought this path I was on would lead me right to it but I took a step and stopped. There was no direct path, which was really weird because I swore there was a path there before. And I have a thing about cutting through the yard and being among the tombstones so I had to go around and take a longer path.

At this point I felt Something coming from the back/opposite side of the cemetery (for a small town, this is a huge cemetery) and I freaked and called my friend. I finally made it to my gate and went through. I was talking off my nerves and everything and I was starting to feel less bad vibes. I looked back and checked the gate a couple of times but one time I turned around and looked longer than just a glance and I got the worst feeling of the whole night. Whatever was following me made it to the gate. I’m a little mad I didn’t take a picture but I really didn’t want to stop for one. But just imagine a dark street with bare trees on one side of the road and some rough looking houses on the other with a gate at the end. And this gate is only tangible because of the yellow light cast upon it. Nothing seems to exist past this gate, there’s just black space behind it. It was eerie. I hightailed it out of there and stayed on the phone with my friend until I got home.

Coffee Shop Soundtrack

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Warning: Stalkerish (ish), Public sex, oral sex, cursing, filth, sin, NSFW, 18+, Smut

A/N: Absolutely nothing to do with All Time Low’s song, I was just listening to it so why not? Enjoy y’all! I spent so long deciding who to give this imagine to, Scott or Stiles and Ep12 just gave me the Scott feels so !

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

There he was again, sitting in the same seat that he occupied every day for the last week for over three hours; he’d order four cappuccinos and one latte throughout his time in the wooden seat, and his eyes would either be fixated on the moving cars out of the full length windows or on the staff bustling around behind the counter - his eyes always lingering on your figure longer than the others.

His shaggy brown hair was always in a mess, but he was still undeniably handsome. His deep chocolate orbs would light up when your eyes connected to his, and he’d send a shy, tight-lipped smile your way. You’d blush, looking away or divert your attention to another customer at the till waiting for their order to be taking.

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somebody else // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Requested: no, collab with @minhosmeanhoe

Warning: no, mature language & themes throughout

Inspired by this song


With a red solo cup in hand, he took a seat on Lydia’s couch. It had become his signature spot every time she threw a party. He’d usually sit there and watch the people around him until he’d have too much to drink or he couldn’t stand to hear one more techno pop remix. Taking a sip of a mystery liquid that burned his throat, he shot Malia a small smile as he caught her eye on the dance floor. She returned the gesture and kept dancing with the other girl around her.

“Why do you always sit on this stupid couch when I go out of my way to throw a killer party?” Lydia pouted, taking a seat next to Stiles. A smile spread across his lips as he rested his arm across the back of the couch. 

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I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2)

I Have Loved You Since One Shots:  I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2 of 2)


(Part 1)


“Who are you?” You asked, so quietly, it came out as a whisper. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes. You had never felt so deserted, so vulnerable, and so useless. “I know you’re not just a friend. You sleep here every night, and every time you look at me you look like I’ve hurt you.”

The tears were now brimming in his eyes. He could see and feel the pain this had brought you. He knew how much you hated feeling defenseless and for so long he let you feel that way. He hadn’t even begun to surface the cause of the accident.

“I’m your fiancé.”

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Mr. Hemmings

You were really glad that your plan that you made up in a matter of seconds actually went how you wanted it to go; get Luke alone, make him all hot and bothered, and then leave him sweaty and baffled along with wanting more. Everything was going perfect. 

Originally posted by pikamikey

Words: 7.6k 

Request: No


A/N: y’all asked for it, so here it is… hope you enjoy;) 

part one

Of course the room fell completely silent when those words wisped out of your mouth; you really should not be surprise on the reaction that you’re receiving. You were somewhat praying that you would get a different reaction, not one of surprise or shock, but something that would make you generally happy and excited rather than a stone cold glare and a fake smile.

You let your arms slump to the side of your body as you stared at your green haired friend with wide eyes; your back begins to curve in as you become the same height as the boy that sits before you as your bottom lip drops into a pout as you shuffle a bit on your knees.

“Before I say anything that would most likely hurt your feelings, can I ask you something?” He questions, his pierced eyebrow rising up on his forehead as he leans back on your bed post. You just roll your eyes and nod your head slightly to allow him to begin his now overanalyzing questions.

“Are you happy with what you did?” Michael ask, his bottom lip tucking into his mouth as he gives you a serious look. His feet rubbing over each other in his knitted grey socks as you suck in a breath, before pushing your hand throughout your hair to get rid of a bit of a tangled mess.

“Do you not want me to be happy with what I did?” You question, eyes bearing into his as you cock your head to the side and look at him with concern. He just rolls his eyes, drops his lip from out of his mouth and lets a sigh escape him.

“First off, it’s not about me, it’s about you. And second, I’m not the one who slept with my next door neighbor.” He states, annoyance clear in his voice but you just ignore it and shift around more on your knees as your lips tug into a smirk.

“Actually remember that one time where-“

“That was years ago.”

“Actually six months!”

“But she wasn’t a parent who was battling custody for their child.”

You let a groan slip out of your mouth as you shut your eyes and throw yourself backwards on your bed. The sheets below you crumple underneath the weight of you as you toss your head around and kick your feet against the mattress, causing it to bounce around under your weight.

“Stop acting like a child and answer my question,” Michael muttered as his arms came and wrapped around your ankles to stop the heavy movements.

“Michael it’s not that serious!” You exclaim, hands by your sides beginning to grip the sheets.

“Uh… Yeah it is? You had sex with a guy who is emotionally unstable, you took advantage of him,” He explained, voice confident and sounding like a parent, which causes you to groan and look up towards your ceiling.

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idea: hanzo and mccree getting caught in a rainstorm and mccree is trying to cover hanzo with his serape, but a gust of wind blows his hat off and down the street and before he can even blink hanzo just fucking BOLTS after it at top speed


Iron Heart, Chapter 6

Hello ^^ Recently read one of my favorite fanfiction’s newest chapters, ‘Iron Heart’ by Spikerr. Big fan of this story and hope they continue it. This scene is from chapter 6 (or at least the best I could visualize it while reading it) anyway hope you love it Spikerr ^U^ Hopefully I can get around to coloring it, but until then I give permission to whoever wants to color it AS LONG as you give me credit for the sketch. PLEASE AND THANK YOU! (let me know if you wanna color it too!)

Here is one of the scenes from chapter 6 that inspired me to draw:

She wondered if her heart would just jump out her chest and dance on the floor in front of them. It certainly hadn’t stopped since they took off, and she doubted that it would anytime soon. Especially now as she sat next to him, her shoulder flush against his arm. It was still pouring outside, but she didn’t mind as much with the dragon at their backs, warming her now that she was out of her sopping jacket. It hung next to his, having been rung out as much as possible.

Their clothes were still a bit damp, but there wasn’t much they could do about that. At least, when they finally found a place to rest, there was promise of a hot fire and food, and possibly a bed. Though she definitely wouldn’t mind staying here for a bit longer.

A soft gust of wind brushed her damp locks, and she shivered, gulping as she hugged her knees tighter. It wouldn’t do to get sick now, especially when they were supposed to continue flying tomorrow. It was a death wish to do so, anyone who flew sick risked fire-head, a dangerous illness that often afflicted riders more than commoners. Still, she didn’t want to take any risk of falling ill, wanting to be more useful than she felt at the moment. She leaned closer to Gajeel, hoping that he didn’t mind her cuddling close to get warmer.

She nearly jumped in surprise when his arm lifted, and wrapped itself around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. She was sure that her cheeks had been set ablaze, they felt so hot. She resisted looking up at him for the umpteenth time, grateful that he couldn’t see her embarrassment. He sighed slowly, his chest rising and falling against her made that resistance crumble, and she sneaked a peek at him. His head was resting against the dragon’s side, his eyes closed in what seemed to be an attempt to sleep while waiting for the storm to pass. It wasn’t a bad idea, she mused as she softly snuggled next to him, not wanting to disturb him. But she couldn’t relax, not when her nerves were shot and her blood pounded in her ears.

She was sure that he’d be upset earlier, having failed to even find Perion in the storm. She barely made it halfway down main street before ducking under an awning, nearly despairing as she gazed in the direction that the dragon master had gone. But in the rain, it was difficult to even recognize his figure, and there were other, larger people rushing around as well. To make matters even more difficult, she wasn’t sure where the inn even was, forcing her to give up and turn around.

To her utter shock, the Rider was far gentler than she anticipated, even supported her. She had just caught her breath to have it stolen away when he hugged her, sending her heart racing when he beamed at her. And it was all she could do to keep from swaying as he began helping her out of her jacket, sending Panther indignant glares.

Lectured by the dragon? Why, it was endearing, and she couldn’t help the smile she flashed at the black dragon as Gajeel guided her to him, pointing out the warmest spot to rest on while he took care of her soaked jacket.

Panther was indeed warmer than she expected, but she partially blamed that on the chilly rain. She definitely hadn’t expected Gajeel to be even warmer once he plunked down next to her, his shoulder brushing hers. Then, Panther had wrapped his giant wing around the pair, blanketing them against most of the chill air. But for the most part, she was cozier here than she was in her own bed!

She could feel her head begin to grow heavy, refusing to stay upright. Her eyes were sliding shut easier and staying shut as time went on, lulled by the rain on the roof. Her head finally rested on his shoulder, and she could feel herself relaxing.

She didn’t remember falling asleep, only the last thought before finally succumbing to the pull was that she’d rather be nowhere else but here.

Bend It Over For Daddy - VKook (M)

This is my first threesome smut ever so sorry if it sucks, but not as much as Jungkook sucks, if you know what I mean ;)


Request: can i request a taekook threesome with sub!kook and dom!tae and a lot of dry humping and tying up?

You ran your hand along his bare chest that was glistening in the dimmed lights from the street, just outside your window. He was panting, his eyes glued on you, as small moans and whimpers left his pink lips.

“Do you feel good?” You asked and placed yet another kiss on his neck, as he continuously stroked his length, in a fast pace. He nodded and swallowed harshly, his eyes trailing down to your hand, that was knuckles deep in your own cunt.

“Junkook” You moaned and turned to the side, fisting you hair, almost making a tear escape your blurry eyes from the pleasure you were feeling.

“I’m home!” A door slammed, and you immediately sat up, ripping your soaked fingers out of your warm pussy, wincing slightly. Jungkook moaned and turned, his face buried in the many pillows, your bed held. You looked around the bedroom and quickly got up, running over to put on Jungkook’s shirt, your legs almost giving in from how wobbly and numb they were. You turned around and heard the door go up, followed by Taehyung, as he stepped into the room. He sniffed the air and scrunched his nose.

“Why does it smell like” He walked over to the window and opened it, looking down at the street before turning back to you and Jungkook. “Sex?” He finished and neared the two of you, his eyes holding a devilish smirk, that not even his lips had to form, before you knew what he knew.


He sat down on the edge of the bed, beside you, and ran his hand up your thigh, making you shiver at his touch.

“Have you been touching yourself?” He whispered in your ear, looking over your shoulder at Jungkook, who was still buried in the pillows.

“Uh-uhm no. Of course not Tae” You chuckled and smiled at him. He sighed heavily and looked at you, before tapping your nose and getting up.

“You know I don’t like it, when you lie to me” He snapped and made his way over to one of the many shelves you had in your bedroom, grabbing a black box and placing it on the desk underneath.

“Why would we lie Daddy?” Jungkook asked, sitting beside you on the bed. Jungkook looked at you, and smiled, both of you knew just what that pet name did to Taehyung. He turned around and looked at the both of you, a black belt in his hands. He shrugged off his jacket and took off his black tee in the process, his bare chest, sending chills down your spine. He never failed to amaze you with how he was built, the same with Jungkook.

“Because I know you two, silly heads” He put the belt on the bed and leaned over you, inches from your face. His eyes trailed from yours to your lips, before he grabbed a hold of your neck and slammed his lips on yours. You moaned loudly, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Yah, daddyy” Jungkook whined and pushed at your shoulders, making you fall, back down on the bed, before Jungkook attacked Tae’s lips, placing himself on your lap.
You retreated yourself from under him and laid down face towards them, and ran your hand down your clothed stomach.
You closed your eyes and started circling your clit, your hips bucking lightly at the neediness you felt, from not finishing just 10 minutes ago.
You bit your lip and ran your hand down your slit, before your hand was slapped away.
Taehyung hovered over you, holding your arm beside you, the other grabbing a hold of your wrist and sticking your fingers into his mouth, sucking on your juices. He moaned against your fingers, causing another chill run down your spine.
“Daddy please” You begged and sat up, looking at Taehyung.
He looked at you before grabbing a hold of the belt. He motioned for you to turn around. You looked up at Jungkook, who was laying beside you. His eyes were locked on yours, his lips swollen and pink.
“I need for you to count for me princess” Taehyung pulled the tee over your butt and pulled down your panties, patting your butt, before placing a sloppy kiss on each cheek.
You heard the sound of the belt jiggling. You eyes were still on Jungkook’s. His were widened while he was looking at Taehyung’s actions, making you worry and almost sit up, before quickly thinking twice. Both you and Jungkook knew just how mad Taehyung was, and you didn’t want to make it any worse.
A harsh slap was placed on your right butt cheek, making you cry out in pain, a tear falling on the sheets, forming a darker spot.
“I said count, baby girl. You don’t want me to start over, do you?” He asked. You sighed heavily and cleared your throat.
“One daddy”
“Good girl” He praised before placing another slap, each harder than the other, as he made his way to 30, taking his time.
“Th-thirty daddy” you sniffled and slowly sat up, your butt burning and aching from the harsh slaps.
Tae immediately dropped the belt and sat down beside you, taking you into his lap. He placed your head on his shoulder and stroked your hair soothingly.

“You did so well baby, so well for daddy. Do you want a treat now?” He asked and brushed some hair strands away from your face.
You nodded eagerly and sat down beside Jungkook who was still looking at you. He grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you in for a hug, placing a wet kiss on your already swollen lips.
“Jungkook” Taehyung’s voice rang though the room, before Jungkook was pulled from away from you, a whimper escaping your lips as your hand lingered in the air.
Jungkook was placed at the headboard, his arms above his head, as Taehyung tightened the silk around his wrists.
“Is it ok?” Taehyung asked and sat down in front of Jungkook, waiting for Jungkook’s approval.
He croaked a yes, before Taehyung placed kisses along his jawline, down to his neck, where he left a deep purple hickey. Jungkook moaned, his eyes closing and his lips into a tight line, to hold back to moans that were escaping him.
Taehyung removed himself from Jungkook before crawling over to you, pulling off his pants and boxers, his throbbing length slapping against his lined stomach.

He licked his lips before grabbing your face and kissing you deeply. You tasted Jungkook on his tongue, and pulled him closer, ignoring the small whimpers from Jungkook.  Taehyung gently laid you on the bed, one feet from Jungkook, and sat between your legs, not breaking eye contact.

“Taehy-Daddy please!” Jungkook yelled, pulling against the pink silk. You still wondered to this day, how Taehyung had managed to get his hands on silk, that was able to hold a needy and horny Jungkook back.
You bucked your hips against Taehyung, before he placed his hands roughly on your hips, pushing them down.
“Don’t make me regret, throwing the belt away sweetheart” He scolded before spreading your legs, circling your clit with his thumb, running his fingers up and down your slit, teasing you to almost death.
“Daddy” you begged and looked at him, his eyes were on your wet heat, looking hungrily like you were his next meal, and you hoped in every inch of your body, that you were.
“What would you like as a treat, baby?” Taehyung asked, running his hand on your thighs, massaging the skin.
“I want” you felt your cheeks get hotter by the second and you covered your face with your hands. “Your tongue daddy” you finished and looked at him. He simply nodded before laid down in front of you, licking his lips at the view.
You spread your legs further for him to get better entrance. He placed his hands on the back of your thighs, and let his tongue slide from your opening to your clit, circling at your clit.
“Ah-ah daddy!” You moaned and gripped onto his hair, wanting to rip it off from the amount of pleasure he was giving you.
He sucked on your clit, his hand coming to pump in and out of you, in a steady pace.
“Daddy” You heard Jungkook whisper and snapped your head to look at him, through your blurry eyes.
The look on his face was tired, his eyes were begging to be touched, and his dick was painfully hard against his stomach, that was pooling in a thin layer of sweat and precum.
You almost felt bad for him, and wanted to help him, had it not been for Taehyung’s tongue, working wonders in your hole like never before.
You curled your toes and pushed yourself further down on his tongue, making him go deeper inside you, almost making you come right on the spot.
“Daddy” you begged and grabbed at his hair again.
“Baby girl” he hummed against your clit, making you see the stars as you came undone, writhing under him, as he continued abusing your heat.
You moaned loudly and grabbed at the sheets, as Taehyung got up, licking around his mouth and his fingers.
You panted and looked at him, he looked at you before kissing you roughly.
“D-daddy please” you sat up abruptly at Jungkook’s voice.
He sounded so defeated and tired, it made you worry.
“Yes baby boy, I’ll be right there” Taehyung assured, placing one last kiss on your lips before untying Jungkook.
Jungkook fell into Taehyng’s arms, placing kisses on his arms.
“Is there anything you’d like baby boy?” Taehyung asked and ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.
“You and Y/N” he replied and looked up at you. You smiled before crawling over to the two, placing a hand on Jungkook’s forehead.
Nodding, you signaled for Taehyung to let go of Jungkook.
You pulled him by the ankles until he was laying loosely on the bed, almost making you come for the second time this fine night.
You blinked and looked at Jungkook’s cock, that was still begging for some well earned attention.
You got down on all fours and placed your hand on his cock, stroking a few times before taking the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue, teasing him at it’s finest.
Jungkook moaned loudly and grabbed at the sheets, slamming a pillow over his head, moaning into it.
“Let us see that pretty face of yours, baby” Taehyung commented before pulling the pillow from Jungkook’s grasp before lining up in front of him.
Taehyung’s cock was on full display for Jungkook as Jungkook took his cock into his mouth, moaning at the friction between the three of you.
Taehyung trailed his hand on the sheet and got down to your heat, that was dripping onto the comforters, and started rubbing your clit, making you moan against Jungkook’s cock, making him twitch in your mouth.
You took him deeper while playing with his balls, feeling at the skin, gently massaging, careful not to hurt him.
“Y/N” Jungkook moaned, his voice muffled from Taehyung’s dick.
You bopped your head, taking as much of Jungkook as you possibly could.
You sucked in your cheeks, sending Jungkook to the edge as he shot his load down your throat, for you to swallow it all.
You sat up, spreading your legs more for Taehyung, while he was moaning heavily, his hand shakily rubbing your clit.
You removed his hand and took them in your mouth, sucking your juices off, before leaning down and kissing him deeply.
“Ah” Jungkook moaned and swallowed loudly as Taehyung sat up, pulling away from you. You chuckled at the cum, dripping from the side of Jungkook’s mouth. You sat on the side, and watched as Jungkook crawled over to Taehyung, dominantly capturing his lips in a deep kiss. Taehyung sat Jungkook on his thigh and leaned towards his ear, biting at the earlobe, before putting his hands on Jungkook’s hips, gently rocking them back and forth on his thigh. Jungkook dropped his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, locking eyes with you, small moans escaping him as he dry humped his daddy.

“Daddy” Jungkook moaned and closed his eyes, sweat glistening on his forehead. You captured your lip between your teeth and got on your knees, kissing Jungkook on his lips, leaving small moans for Taehyung to hear.  A long and pleasurable moan left Jungkook, vibrating on your lips and you knew he had just orgasmed. You ran your hands through his damp hair. Taehyung got up, heading to the bathroom, to probably clean up.

You pulled away and Jungkook pulled you under the covers, cradling your head to his chest.
“Daddy?” Jungkook’s voice vibrated against his chest, as he called for your daddy.
“I’m here” Taehyung said, before gently pushing you further, laying down behind you.
He pulled you close as well, and reached his hand up to intertwine with Jungkook’s.
“Daddy loves you” Taehyung whispered, to the both of you.
“We love you too daddy” Jungkook whispered and leaned closer to your chest.

Hidden Voicemails

Tom Holland x Reader

Author: Grae

Word Count: 1844   |   Warnings: mentions of abuse, language, angst

Summary: Spoiler: he’s not a prince charming.

A/N: So I've been having some really shitty writer’s block but I finally have this out! So that’s a victory. This is kind of inspired by the American Shameless between a scene with Lip and Mandy that I cried at honestly. 

You were sitting on the steps of the electronic store as always. Your foot stomping to whatever music was playing off the phone your friend had covered by a solo cup to magnify the sound. You looked beautiful to him in the ugly orange street light, even in the shitty neon signs light. Different, he thought, but beautiful. Even with the neighborhood that smelled of vomit, cigarettes, and alcohol, you still managed to radiate.

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Secretly Married/The Crew Finds Out

Secretly married Gavin and Ryan. Like they met when Gavin just started and Ryan tracked him down cause Gavin wasn’t good at hiding his tracks. Then they meet and Ryan just can’t kill him. After all Gavin was only digging into Ryan’s files b/c he had a big criminal crush.

They start dating after meeting up a couple times after that for business and end up getting married in Vegas 2 years after that. (Last minute/drunk decision)

They’ve been married for a bit when Gavin gets a job with FAHC and ends up staying in the crew. Ryan still only does mercenary work b/c he’s had bad luck when working with crews.

Gavin is in Fake AH Crew for like 8 months and then they get interested in Ryan b/c he killed one of Geoff’s biggest competition and they want him to be part of the crew. Gavin stays quite about it until he comes home to Ryan and tells him about it.

Ryan is a little cautious but he ultimately takes the job because hey, he can keep an eye out for his clumsy husband. They both decided that it’s best that they keep their relationship secret no matter how much Gavin tries to convince Ryan that they are trustworthy. Ryan doesn’t want to risk it and give them a weakness, Gavin at that.

Gavin leaves the next morning reluctantly. Sometime it’s really hard to leave Ryan in the early morning. Especially when he’s shirtless and all cuddled up in the warm duvet.

Gavin gets to the penthouse later that morning and Geoff is already celebrating that he got THE Vagabond to join FAHC and it didn’t take a lot of convincing. The rest of the crew were conspicuous because he is known for killing people who wrong him or even have a different opinion from him. (Meanwhile Gavin is laughing a little bit because Ryan is just a big teddy bear who still has to cut the crust off his sandwiches)

About noon Gavin texts Ry to make an entrance. And right after he sent it, there’s a knock on the penthouse door.

Geoff flies to the door and in walks his gorgeous husband. (Well rn maybe gorgeous isn’t the word to use b/c he’s got his face paint and freaky mask on)

Everyone sees him and gets all defensive and Ray keeps his hand on his minigun and jack stops making dinner but keeps his knife at hand. Michael pauses the video game he was playing and sits up straight. Gavin stays slouched on the couch but looks over at his hubby.

“Welcome to the crew.” Geoff says a little to happy. Ryan keeps up his creepy persona and doesn’t say a word.
Ryan’s been in the crew for about 2 months now and blends in quite nicely. Ray and Ryan or the R&R Connection are the best combo (besides Gavin and Ryan but they don’t know that). Plus Ryan kind of warmed up to Ray more than anyone else because Ray doesn’t pester Ryan to talk like everyone else. Plus no one has suspecting anything about Gavin and Ryan’s relationship because they leave their affections for when they get home and don’t make contact at work. (Except that one time when they escaped into the bathroom together for a quick make out. But no one noticed Gavin coming out flushed) Also like cmon, no one would think for a moment that Gavin, the annoying squawking Gavin, would be married to THE Vagabond, the guys who doesn’t talk and would murder anything that moves. Honestly, the guys have been worried about leaving Gavin alone with the vagabond for too long because he might kill Gav for being too annoying.

But anyways the crew has been planning a new heist and this one is going to be big. The press will be talking about it for months if all goes right in the confusing plan.

“Ryan and Michael go in and clear it and then Gavin you go in and open the safe. Then get the money and get out. Rays sniping, Jacks the get away and I’ll be outside the bank shooting down the cops. Got it?” Geoff explains.

Everyone nods and disperses out to get supplies. They’ve been planning the heist for at least two weeks and went over final plans before hitting the bank later that night.

Gavin and Ryan have a tradition before every big heist they’ve gone on. They inconspicuously separate from the rest of the crew and into a bedroom or bathroom to talk and say their (hopefully short) goodbyes.

“It’s going to be okay Ry, I know your worried about me being front line but I’m going to be fine. You’ve got my back.” Gavin persists.

“Damn right I do.” Ryan grumbles.

“I love you. Please stay alive for me so you can kill more people for me.”

“Always. I love you. Stay safe baby.” Ryan whispers back before pecking Gavin’s lips.

Ryan leaves the room after that to find Michael and grab weapons before heading out. Gavin figures out all the tech equipment he needs and also gets in his car and heads out into position by the bank.

After about 30 minutes, Geoff talks into the earpiece.

“Everyone ready?” Geoff asks and gets “yes” in response.

“LETS HEIST.” Ray screams through the coms. The security officers in the bank are scoped down by the puerto rican and gives the all clear.

Ryan and Michael storm into the bank with their guns shooting up.


As Michael takes care of the civilians, Ryan goes towards the vault and kills the security near the safe.

Gavin runs into the bank after getting the all clear from Michael and goes towards the vault where Ryan is and starts working his magic. He’s typing feverishly into his tablet and hooks it up with the security pad on the safe through a cord.

“Hurry guys, cops coming in 1 minute.” Ray quickly says. This is what made this particular heist dangerous. The police department was only 3 blocks away which made it easier for them to stop the heist.

“Got it.” Gavin responds and the safe clicks open.

Ryan and Michael storm in and start filling their duffel bags with money. They were stuffing their bags for 30 seconds and Geoff demands for them to get their asses moving and get out.

They make a run for the back door and get outside. There are faint gunshots near the front where Geoff and Ray are.

“Alright we are out.” Gavin says over the coms.

“Coming.” Jack says in response. Within a second Jack is pulled up next to the boys and they don’t hesitate before jumping in.

The plan involves them splitting up after a block or two and getting into different cars so it gets easier to escape the cops.

“I’m ditching.” Geoff says almost breathlessly.

“Okay. Leaving now.” Ray says to the rest of the crew.

Jack, Michael, Ryan, and Gavin are quickly fleeing the scene. From the back Gavin and Ryan check over each other to make sure neither are injured and/or bleeding. But their checkovers are cut short as jack quickly stops the car for them to get out. There are 3 cars waiting in the street for them to get in and make a get away.

The 3 crew members barely have time to reach their cars before cops are shooting down the streets towards them.

“Shit.” Michael mutters while getting in his car and speeding away down the street before turning right. Jack races right behind him.

Gavin and Ryan are now both in their assigned cars and racing down the street with gunshots whizzing by their cars. Ryan remains down the long street while Gavin has to take a right. They split up and the cop cars behind them do too.

Now it’s a breeze, or so they thought. It was about 30 minutes after when Michael and Jack inform that they are in the clear and are heading towards their safe house for the next night or two. But Gavin and Ryan are both racing against the cops on the highway trying to lose them.

Ryan has one last cop car on his ass and then he can head home. Ryan fires out his window with his pistol and eventually hits the cop car and it is forced to spiral out of control and into the highway rails.

Ryan is on his way to his safe house when he hears,

“Shit, fuck, shit.” And a crash.

“Gavin? What the fuck?! Gavin?”

“GAVIN?” Michael practically screams over the coms.

Ryan freezes and his instincts are automatic. Get to Gavin.

He knows what highway Gavin was driving down and gets there in five minutes while the rest of the crew were screaming at each other trying to reach Gavin.

Ryan’s heart dropped when he got to the scene. Gavin’s red sports car was flipped upside down with cops surrounding it. Ryan quickly gets out of the car.

He isn’t known as the Vagabond for nothing. He is known for being ruthless and murdering dozens at one time.

But this, this is different. The vagabond blazes through the cops surrounding the red car. He kills one after another and dodges fists and bullets and keeps going until every last cop on the scene is dead. Faintly he heard the rest of the crew pull up behind him when he was almost done killing all the cops.

When the last officer drops, Ryan just stops. He stares at the red car without moving. There was no movement in or around the car. This is it. Theres nothing for Ryan anymore.

“Gavin.” Michael says breathlessly while running past Ryan to reach into the red car.

Michael pulls open the drivers side door and jack is already there helping Michael pull Gavin’s body out of the car.

Ryan slowly walks towards his crew mates and toward his husband. It’s when he sees Gavin’s body when he starts crying.

He was bloody with cuts in his face and blood coming out. Too much blood.

“C'mon we have to get him out of here.” Geoff demands quickly and Michael and jack work together to carry Gavin into the back seat of Geoff’s car.

“LETS GO RYAN.” That snaps Ryan out of it and he rushes over to the backseat next to Gavin’s body. They all climb in and Geoff starts the car and drives away from the bloody scene.

“Why, why, why?” The crew is silently shocked. They hear a sobbing voice and turn to see THE Vagabond crying and pleading. They have never heard him talk before let alone show any emotion.

“Please. C'mon Gav. Wake up. Please. I love you.” Ryan whispers to the barely breathing body. “Please.” And he just breaks down sobbing. It’s too much. He will have no one now. Gavin was the only thing keeping him sane. And now he’s going to die.

While Ryan was pleading to Gavin, Ray called Trevor to the safe house and told him to get ready because Gavin’s in bad shape. By the time they reach the house, Ryan is covered in Gavin’s blood and is staring at his body with empty eyes.

Geoff and Jack take Gavin’s body out of the backseat and carry him in. They disappear into the house with Michael behind them but Ryan and Ray stay sat in the car.

One broken man and one worried friend.

“I can’t lose him. He’s all I have.” Ryan whispers, almost to himself but Ray can hear.

“He’s going to be fine. He’s strong.” Ray tells him back and leaves the car and into the safe house.

Ryan stays in the car for maybe 20 minutes just staring out the window before he works up the courage to go in.

Trevor and Jack are working together to sew Gavin’s wounds when Ryan walks in. Instead of his happy smiling boy, he sees a pale body attached to an IV and blood seeping from his body.

Once Trevor and Jack clear out and explain how they’ve done all they can do and it’s a waiting game now, Ryan pulls up a chair and sits right next to Gavin on the now bloodied couch.

He spends the next 8 hours sitting there and holding Gavin’s hand and only leaving to use the bathroom once. They rest of the crew didn’t even bother to interfere because they knew he wouldn’t budge. They were just observing him because this was all new to them and a little scary that he was worried THIS much for reasons they don’t know.

After the 8 hours Gavin starts to waken. His eyes flutter open and squint because of the light. Once used to the light he turns his sore neck to see his Ryan with dried tears and looking at their hands intertwined.

“Ryan?” Gavin says coarsely.

Ryan’s head snaps to attention and stares right into Gavin’s eyes. Blue to Green.

“I thought I lost you.” Ryan whispers, “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t there to have your back. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.” And the waterworks start up again but Ryan doesn’t even care anymore.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Gavin whispers back before grabbing Ryan’s jacket and yanking his husband towards him. Their lips meet in a desperate kiss. Both not wanting to split in case the other disappears. But eventually they have to breath but their foreheads remain touching as they stare into each other’s loving eyes.

Meanwhile the rest of the crew stand at the doorway looking into the living room and watching the reunion. Gavin and Ryan have some explaining to do.

The Last Picture Show

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Request: Hi. Please give me a cute, ep 4 inspired Jughead x reader. Thank you!

Notes: So this turned out a lot longer than I expected whoops. The opening scene is mainly for background and setting, taken pretty much directly from the episode (adding in the reader of course haha). Anyways I hope to be writing more Jughead in the future so let me know what you guys think!

“The drive-in closing is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale. No, forget Riverdale. The coffin of the American Dream. As the godfather of indie cinema Quentin Tarantino likes to say–”

“Please, god, no more Quentin Tarantino references,” Kevin interrupts Jughead, glancing over at you with an expression practically begging you to rein Jughead in from his rant.

“What? I’m pissed. And not just about losing my job. The Twilight Drive-in should mean something to us. People should be trying to save it!” Jughead exclaims, leaning back against the booth with a huff. Veronica leans across the table, grabbing Jug’s hand gently to try and calm him down.

“In this age of Netflix and VOD, do people really want to watch a movie in a car? I mean, who even goes there?” She asks, trying to get him to understand the reason for the tear-down.

“People who want to buy crack,” Kevin responds, and you shoot him a warning glare.

“And cinephiles. And car enthusiasts. Right, Y/N?” Jughead turns to you, hoping that you’ll be on his side.

“Yeah. It’s a piece of town history,” you add, before Jughead turns his attention to Betty on his other side.

“Bets?” he prompts, drawing her out of her thoughts.

“Totally,” she responds absentmindedly, which seems to be enough for Jughead.

“Anyway, it’s closing because the town owns it but didn’t invest in it. So when an anonymous buyer made Mayor McCoy an offer she couldn’t refuse–”

“Anonymous buyer?” Veronica cuts in. “What do they have to hide? No one cares.”

“I do!” Jughead exclaims, and you take one of his hands in yours, interlacing your fingers under the table in an effort to calm him down. You’d known since the start of your relationship that he wasn’t much into PDA so you refrained from it, except for the occasional hand holding and Jughead’s arm wrapped loosely on your shoulders when he felt like it.

Jughead smiles down at you when you take his hand, before addressing the rest of the group.

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Excerpt from ‘The Guardians of the Whills‘ by Greg Rucka

“The reason the Imperials garrisoned their troops aboard the Star Destroyer was for security, nothing more. A garrison on the ground gave any insurgency a possible target; a garrison floating in orbit was untouchable, a sign that opposition to the Empire was futile, and doomed to ultimate failure.

But this created its own set of problems. Troops on deployment needed to be supplied. They needed water, and water was in short supply on Jedha. They needed food, and local food could be poisoned, could be tainted, or could simply be inedible. They needed medical supplies to tend their wounded, be those wounds courtesy of the fledgling and scattered—and, many said, highly ineffective—insurgency or any of a myriad of other hazards. They needed ammunition, because a stormtrooper whose blaster ran dry was as useful as another kilogram of sand in the Jedha desert.

This meant that the Empire needed supply caches throughout the Holy City, secured locations that could serve as depots to reequip and rearm troopers on patrol. Thus, the Empire had exchanged one obvious target—a garrison—for multiple smaller ones, with the logic being that the loss of an occasional cache was insignificant in the face of the continued existence of the larger Imperial presence.

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anonymous asked:

Why not draw Casey (and friends?) visiting 420 Blaze Street? (that's a real place BTW)

lmao I’ve been down that street before Anon…

I also had to draw this out with @cryssalia ‘s college!au just because I can see these dorks go on a road trip during a holiday and they begged Bea to pull over so they can take pictures. 

What isn’t shown in the picture, Bea questioning why she’s with these dorks and Angus making sure there aren’t any cops nearby that could arrest them for vandalism. xDD

Montparnasse is definitely the type of person to do good things in a bad way.

Like, he totally steals ice cream when Jehan feels bad one day. He picks flowers from gardens of random people’s houses. The owners have chased him down the street before. He notices a jacket/shawl thing that Jehan would like and he steals it from the shop. 

Jehan pretends not to know where Parnasse got the items from.

anonymous asked:

When your app only let's you scroll so far so you have to leave your comfy bed to get the laptop to finish reading these amaze fics #bugheaddedication 💕 a fic where betty proposes to jughead in front of everyone/randomly???

Thank you so much!!

(Drunk) Betty Proposes

Jughead was sitting on Archie’s bedroom floor, flipping through an old comic book. Veronica was sitting on Archie’s bed, humming along while Archie strummed his guitar.

Jughead’s phone lit up beside him. A picture of Betty laughing covered the screen.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Juggie!” She said excitedly on the other end. “I need you to come get me.”

“Where are you?” He asked.

“At Meggie Rantle’s party,” She slurred. “Reggie Mantle,” She corrected herself.

“Bets are you drunk?” Jughead stood up, pressing the phone closer to his ear.

“No,” She lied. “Just come get me, please?”

“Okay, Bets, I will.” He promised, taking the phone from his ear and locking the screen.

He turned to his friends who were now looking at him. “So… Betty’s drunk.” He laughed.

Veronica smirked. “Betty doesn’t get drunk.”

“Which is probably why she’s asking me to get her. Did you know Reggie was having a party?” Jughead asked Archie.

Archie shrugged and put down his guitar. “Reggie has parties almost every week. Betty hasn’t ever gone to one, though.”

“You two want to keep me company on the walk over?”

Veronica stood up and smoothed down her skirt, nodding. Archie stood up, too.

“We could probably take my dad’s truck.” He offered.

“It’s not that far. If Betty’s drunk, the walk home would do good to sober her up. Her parents will kill her if they find out.”

Archie and Veronica agreed and put on their coats, shutting off Archie’s bedroom light as they left the room.

They turned down a few streets before finding Reggie’s house. The music was loud and there were cars lining the road.

Jughead took his phone out of his pocket to text Betty that they had arrived.

A few minutes later, the door of the house swung open and Betty emerged.

“Juggie!” She called, racing over to him.

Jughead, Archie and Veronica were standing on the grass outside the Mantle house. Betty staggered over, hair a mess, a stain on her tshirt.

“Hey, slow down there Speed Racer,” Jughead laughed.

“I’m so glad you came! I had something really important to ask you.”

“You do?” Jughead laughed again.

He had never seen Betty even so much as take a sip of alcohol before. What was she doing at this party, anyway?

Betty bent at the knee, grabbing Jughead’s hand. “Jughead Forsythe Pendleton Jones The Third,” She slurred. “Will you please marry me?”

Jughead blushed, pulling Betty up off the ground.

Veronica burst out laughing. “Betty how hammered are you?”

“I’m just -” Betty cleared her throat. “I was doing research for The Blue and Gold. And then I drank too much.”

They lead Betty off the lawn, walking her towards her home.

“I meant it though, Jugs!” She said wrapping her arm around Jughead’s neck.

“Did she just called him Jugs?” Archie murmured to Veronica.

Jughead put his arm around her middle, holding her steady. “Meant what?”

“My proposal!  I think we should get married.”

Jughead smiled, keeping Betty steady as she stumbled. “We’re 16, Bets.”

Betty stopped walking. “I don’t care, Jugs, I-” Her face suddenly got very serious. “I-” She cupped a hand to her mouth. “I’m going to be sick -” She said quickly, pointing her body away from her friends as she vomited into the street.

“Oh boy,” Veronica murmured, looking away.

Jughead pulled back Betty’s hair as her stomach lurched again. “You guys go,” He said, looking at Veronica and Archie. “I got this.”

Archie nodded slowly.

“Feel better, B, I’ll text you in the morning!” Veronica called as she walked off with Archie.

Betty stood up straight, looking at Jughead. “Oh God,” She whimpered, her face turning red.

“I’ve seen worse,” Jughead promised.

They took another couple careful steps toward home.

“I know you haven’t officially said yes,” Betty murmured. “But I think I’m going to call you Husband from here on out.” She swayed on her feet.

Jughead held her upright. “Yes, dear.” He smiled.