even though i heat mine up and put them in a bowl


Jughead x Reader

Request: Jughead has a major crush on the reader, but the reader keeps talking about her crush to the squad and it’s always so cute happy positive impressive things so Jughead thinks it’s Archie. He gets really mad at the reader and asks out Betty, and the reader sees it, but Betty tries to tell him he’s getting it all mixed up and it’s one giant confusion.

I really want a really angst jughead one shot but I don’t know what to request, can you just work your magic? Please?

Warnings: None I don’t think

Word count: 3,327

A/N: Based loosely on the emotions faced in episode 10. Also yikes on the word count but I worked super hard on this one and it’s worth the read I promise.

‘As she sits across the cold stone table on a brisk Friday evening, the boy can’t help but notice the way the moonlight bounces off her hair on the left side of her face. The fluorescent bulbs from up above cast a shadow down her face, making her eyes glow. Those same piercing eyes look up from her romance novel, almost like a prediction of his future, and she can’t tell but the boy’s heartbeat quickens, as in this moment their souls have gotten one inch closer than they were before.’ Jughead writes as he sits across from (Y/N) in Pop’s, working on his novel.

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anonymous asked:

Hi so I absolutely adore the fics you've posted so far for bmc. It really brings to light the emotions of the characters and it's so well done. If it grabs your fancy, would you consider writing one where Jeremy becomes so delirious (from getting sick or a headache from the squip or something) that he spills all the self-deprecating things the squip told him to say to Michael? It would make my world if that existed, especially in your style of writing. <3

“Is Jeremy here today?” 

“Jeremy’s always Heere.” Michael says automatically without looking up from his phone. Where he is currently texting Jeremy. He’s almost forgotten that there are people actually around him when someone hits him across the back of his head. “Ow what the hell, Rich!

“Don’t even try, you brought that on yourself,” Rich says and the lisp does nothing to diminish the glare he’s got fixed on Michael. 

“If anything you brought that pun on yourself!” When Rich looks like he’s going to hit Michael again, or possibly punch him in the throat for better reach, Michael decides the safest thing is probably to just tell him what’s up. “Alright, yeah no, Jeremy stayed home today. I texted him this morning and apparently he’s sick. I’m gonna go see if he needs anything after school so if there’s anything you wanna tell him I can pass the message along.”

“Nah, I was just wondering since I hadn’t seen him even though I’d seen you.” When Michael only looks confused Rich continues, “Dude. You’re pretty much attached at the hip as much as two people who aren’t actually attached at the hip can be.” 

“You’re over exaggerating.”

“Oh yeah? Is that right?” 

“Yeah that’s right,” Michael says, looking down at his phone again. 

“Just out of curiosity,” Rich says with a suspicious air of innocence, “who’s that you’ve been texting?” 


“This entire time since I came up to you-”

“I don’t appreciate-”

“and probably the entire day since you found out he won’t be he- at school?”

“Well I can’t just ignore him when he’s sick and miserable now can I?” 

Rich’s responding smirk tells him he definitely just rose to a very obvious bait and probably should have just kept his mouth shut. 

The thing is, Jeremy doesn’t do well when he’s sick. To start it off, he has no self-awareness or any clue at what warrants a sick day at home so it’s a miracle he actually didn’t come to school only to have Michael drag his sniffling and swaying ass home. Michael just assumes that Mr. Heere most likely was awake and forced Jeremy back to bed before taking off to his brand new job. 

Michael doesn’t bother with ringing the doorbell when he gets to Jeremy’s house. He knows the key is under the doormat out front, despite how many times he’s told Jeremy it’s the dumbest place in the world to put the house key (”Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you literally get murdered”, “Michael nobody even gets robbed this part of town!”, “Well there’s a first for everything!”). He unlocks the door, grumbling about safety and mostly lack thereof the entire time before he makes his way up the stairs to Jeremy’s bedroom. 

He hear the coughing before he’s even half-way up. He knocks on the door and shouts a quick “Don’t be naked,” purely out of curtesy, before barging in. 

“Hey Mich-” Jeremy’s raspy voice is cut-off by wet sounding coughs that tear through his body and forces him to turn over on his side so that he won’t choke. 

“Holy shit dude,” Michael says eloquently as he sits down on the bed next to Jeremy’s form. “I got you some cough drops,” he pauses as Jeremy’s cough takes over the conversation yet again, “but I honestly don’t think any cough drops in the world is gonna do shit for you right now.” 

“Ugh…” Jeremy looks up at Michael with wet eyes, “dad got me somethin’” he says and makes a gesture in the general direction of his bedside table where a bottle of something Michael presumes is medicine is residing. “It’s meant to like,” he makes a questionable gesture with his hand, “loosen up the crap in my throat, so that it doesn’t get stuck. Which is great and all but in turn means tha I’m coughing up slime every minute.” 


“Tell me about it.” Jeremy says with a sigh and rolls onto his back again. Michael reaches out and puts his hand on Jeremy’s sweaty forehead, just to check. He nearly snatches his hand back after half a second and the only thing that stops him is that Jeremy had closed his eyes the second Michael touched him and is now letting out a sigh as if he’s actually remembering to relax for the first time today. 

“Dude, you’re burning up.” He feel slightly concerned now. Jeremy had told him he was sick but this is… a lot more than he had let on while texting. 

“Mm-hm…” Jeremy says, his eyes are still closed and there’s no actual indication that he’s heard Michael at all. Michael strokes his hand across Jeremy’s forehead and ignores the disgusting feeling of sweat clinging to it. It must feel nice to get something cool touching his hot skin. 

“Hey Jeremy,” he says as he strokes his thumb up the bridge of Jeremy’s nose, “I’m gonna go get some damp towels so you can cool down a bit, yeah?” and so he can get rid of some of that gross-ass sweat currently covering Jeremy’s body as far as he can see. Jeremy seems to have tossed his blanket practically across the bedroom at some point to alleviate some of the heat but even in nothing but a tank-top and boxers he looks like he’s going to boil from the inside-out. When he comes back with four smaller towels and a bowl of cold water Jeremy hasn’t opened his eyes and Michael thinks he might’ve fallen asleep. He arranges one of the towels over Jeremy’s eyes and the latter lets out a sigh of immense relief. “Does your head hurt, Jer?”

“Why’re you being so nice…” Jeremy’s voice is weak and it sounds like it hurts to talk. Michael frowns at the words. 

“When am I ever mean to you?” He asks with a scoff.

“You’re just always nice even after what I did.” Michael has to swallow down an automatic feeling of dread. Any reminder of the Squip usually has that affect. 

“We’re past that, Jeremy.” He keeps his voice quiet so he still sounds calm and not at all like his heart is beating out of his chest.

“I still hear him sometimes.” The words are so simple, and said so softly but it still seems like Jeremy is screeching, as though he’s calling out for help. 

“What do you mean?” He desperately tries to keep his voice calm as he sits down next to Jeremy, he wishes he hadn’t put a towel over half of Jeremy’s face now, wishes he could see what’s going on with Jeremy’s facial expression.

“I keep trying to-” Jeremy has to pause for a second as his voice breaks, “I just want to be better than what he said I was.” 

“Jeremy whatever he said it-” Michael’s words are interrupted by Jeremy who seemingly isn’t done. 

“He would always tell me how terrible I was, how I was gross and how everyone else thought so too…” Michael grabs Jeremy’s hand and squeezes it, unsure what else to do. “Fuck he was right. He was always right.” 

“That’s not true…” Michael whispers shifting so that he’s sitting closer to Jeremy, still squeezing his hand tight. 

“I still hear him, and- and sometimes I forget I don’t have to listen anymore!” Jeremy’s voice is shaky and Michael knows he’s crying, “I keep forgetting I don’t have to say it too.”  

“What do you mean?” Michael doesn’t want to know, but if Jeremy needs to talk he’ll listen, he’ll always listen. 

“He’d make me say things-things about myself…” comes the delayed response and this time Michael listens to the urge that’s telling him to remove the towel from Jeremy’s eyes, his headache be damned. He won’t let Jeremy get so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn’t remember he isn’t alone. Jeremy blinks his eyes open, and Michael notices right away that he was right. Jeremy’s eyes are red and the second the towel is off his eyes start to water and he looks so frightened and so small that Michael wants nothing more than to take all of the bad, horrible things the Squip told him and make them disappear. He knows he can’t though, the best he can do is just sit there, and hold Jeremy’s hand. 

“You don’t have to tell me,” he says softly and brings Jeremy’s hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the sweaty palm, “but I’m here, okay? I’m right here, and I’m listening.” Michael can’t be sure if his words do any good as Jeremy only seems to cry harder, but Jeremy needs to know he’s not alone. It takes a few minutes but after a while Jeremy seems to calm down enough to continue.

“Everything about me makes me wanna die.” Jeremy sniffs and fresh tears spring to his eyes and all Michael can do is gather Jeremy up in his arms and hold him close. “He’d make me repeat that…” Jeremy continues, “and I didn’t- I felt it. He just took things I already thought and felt and made me- I want him gone!” Michael’s heart breaks as Jeremy’s ramble ends in a wail, “I want him gone I want him- he’s still- Michael!” Jeremy sobs and grabs at the front of Michael’s shirt. 

“I’m here. It’s gonna be okay. He can’t do shit anymore. He-it’s just a voice and it’s awful and I hate it but that’s all it is. it can’t do shit to you anymore.” Even as he says it he isn’t sure if it’s true. With Jeremy still sobbing in his arms, he feels powerless and wonders silently if the Squip isn’t already doing shit, or if he’s just done enough damage to last Jeremy a lifetime. 

He pushes the thought away and squeezes Jeremy tighter. 

Buggy Brownies and Thigh Highs (Smut)


A/N : First ever smut!! This took me a good few sessions to write and also Harry’s legs make me weak.

Word Count : 3500+

Summary : Y/N spends the morning doing what she loves most, making brownies and riding Harry’s thigh. 

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Leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup of tea laced between my fingers, I watch Harry with a fond smile as he grips a bag of self-rising flour in one hand, and a regular bag of flour in the other. Even though half his body is turned, I can see the small frown of his lips as the corners of his mouth sink deeper and the confused expression across his face tightens.

“Y/N,” He begins, turning his body to face me and I can’t help but bite my lips to stop a chuckle from escaping them as I stare at what he’s wearing. A pink satin pyjama tank top is wrapped across his chest, his nipples evidently straining to break free from the suffocating material. The unmistakeable sound of clothes ripping silences Harry who is halfway through asking which flour he is supposed to use, and he sends me a bashful grimace as he prepares himself to be scolded at knowing he’s ruined my favourite pyjama top. To be honest, if it wasn’t for how cute Harry looked at the moment I would’ve whined but Harry is too adorable to chew out so I just shake my head instead.

“Sorry babe…” Harry starts, “I’ll buy yeh another one but a size or two up so a can wear it too.”

I raise an amused eyebrow questioningly.

“What?” Harry asks defensively, “The silk is comfortable and soft around my torso and yeh wear my shirts all the time!”

At that he gestures accusingly to my body and I glance down to see my attire. A long silk shirt hangs from the frames of my shoulders, vibrant colours and swirls lace a pattern across the predominantly black background and I tug at the rolled up sleeves so the material falls and pools around my wrists.

“I wear your shirts because I look hotter in them.” I tease, reaching down to pop open another button. Harry swallows roughly, eagerly agreeing as his eyes don’t tear from my fingers which softly toy with the button. Unlucky for Harry, my plans for this lazy Sunday morning consist of baking, only baking… for now.

“But you just look like a drag queen in mine.” Harry’s eyes snap up, any sexual aura in the room now evaporated, and he greets my teasing grin with an equally challenging glint in his eyes.

“At least a look fabulous in this top, darlin’,” Harry says, loosening his wrists and consequently spilling a little flour. “Yeh couldn’t pull this tank off even if the colour did suit yeh.”

Harry jumps and raises his arms in a victory hoot at the ‘sick burn’ and the straps of the top completely tear apart. I break into fit of giggles at his guilty expression and soon enough Harry too gives a small chuckle before apologising profusely.

“Sorry sugar.” He says before pulling the tank top off completely; leaving him standing in the kitchen with only a pair of tight boxer briefs adorning his legs.

“S'okay love.” I sigh, but Harry shoots me a very cheeky grin and shakes his head.

“No, Y/N. A was apologising to the sugar.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks and a wave of embarrassment washes over me as I realise Harry knocked over a bag of sugar when he lifted his arms victoriously. Using a hand to cover my face, I groan, frustrated that I fell for such an obvious trap and Harry giggles as he scoops the sugar back into its bag. With his back turned to me, I dare glance through the gaps in between my fingers and I rake my eyes over Harry’s bare back as it ripples and tenses. I can’t help but stare, he’s gorgeous. Though his body is not particularly muscly, it is toned and touring abroad has done wonders for his skin; leaving him deliciously tanned, almost like a caramel apple.

I sit back abruptly as Harry finishes cleaning up, determined not to give him the satisfaction that I was staring but the quirk of his lips reveal he knows I was ogling him and he winks irritatingly.

“Seriously babe?” He asks, “If yeh done harassing me with yeh eyes, a’d like to know which flour I’m su'posed to use to make these goddamn brownies.”

Fighting back an eyeroll, I stand up from my stool and join him beside the bowl with ingredients.

“I don’t know…” I reply, eyes fliting between the packet of normal flour and the packet of self-rising flour. “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to use self-rising flower for baking.”

“Even for brownies?”

I shrug and Harry must reckon that’s a good enough answer as he drops the bag of normal flour before eyeing the self-rising flour and pouring about half the bag in. As he cracks a couple of eggs and adds some butter, I realise we probably should’ve invested in a set of scales because brownie mixture is not supposed to look so powdery. Also, aren’t you supposed to use coco powder? Harry and I used hot chocolate powder as a substitute but that in itself poses an issue because the tub said it’s use by date expired four months ago.

Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

After we add some water to bring the mixture together, Harry takes the role of cleaning up the kitchen while I spoon the mixture into a baking tray (of course, making sure to leave a tiny bit of brownie mixture for myself and Harry to lick while we wait for the brownies to bake). Just as I draw away from the oven after placing our soon-to-be brownies in the oven, Harry’s strong arms wrap around my middle and he pulls me close into his chest. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and snuggles close, dipping the tip of his freezing nose right into the warm pool of my skin and I elicit a small yelp.

“You’re freezing, Haz!” I squeal, touching the spot he just nuzzled. “You need to put something on.”

Harry cocks his head to the side. “Put somethin’ on?” He toys, taking a step closer to which I take a step back until he traps me between his arms against the kitchen island.

“A’d like to wear this sunshine,” He tells me, amusement clear in his voice as he fiddles with the hem of the shirt between his thumb and forefinger. “Can a have my shirt back baby?”

His lips are dangerously close and with such a short distance between us, I struggle to think straight. Reciprocating his sultry change of mood, I slide one of my hands into his dry hair and place the other dangerously close to a carton of nearby eggs. Harry swallows harshly and his eyes flutter closed as I pull him closer and latch my teeth onto the lobe of his ear. I nibble gently and soothe the skin over with the flat of my tongue before tugging on his hair roughly to expose his neck.

“Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry…” I daunt, placing wet kisses down his neck softly. Suddenly, Harry juts his hips into mine and I bite my lips to stop a shaky breath. An overwhelming desire to properly kiss him floods my body, and I almost give into my primal instincts but when Harry tugs on the hem of my shirt I’m reminded of my mission.

“You’ll have to kill me for this shirt.” I whisper before quickly grabbing an egg from the carton, circling my arm up and around, and smacking the shell right down on top of his skull.

Not waiting for his response, I shove him back and run to the other side of the island. Harry, completely shocked, whips around sending egg yolk flying everywhere and I slap a hand to cover my mouth as I begin snorting at the sight of my furious, shirtless but most importantly egg-soaked boyfriend.

“"Oh Y/N… Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” Harry taunts, mocking me similar to how I did before. He places a hand on the bag of self-rising flour and runs his other through his dripping hair. “Yeh should not have done that.”

In seconds, whatever remaining flour we had left is thrown right at me and I’m left coughing and spitting out flour as Harry creases in the corner while I mentally scold myself for being such an idiot and leaving my mouth agape.

“You suck.” I grunt, after spitting out the remains of clumpy flour and Harry’s grin grows wider if that’s even possible.

“And yeh swallow, my dear.” He winks before lunging for me. Harry’s long fingers find my sides instantly and he tickles me ruthlessly, taking every opportunity he has to blow raspberries into the crook of my neck. I squeal and slap his forearm but Harry only laughs, places a soft kiss on my shoulder, and slides his fingers up my body as he slowly peels his shirt off my body, leaving me completely bare besides the pair of cotton knickers hugging my bum. Harry shoots me a triumphant toothy smile as he pulls the shirt over his head and pushes his arms through the powdery sleeves; I, in contrast, pout and Harry ceases the chance to lightly trace my bottom lip with his forefinger. I don’t even think about when I automatically drop my lower lip further and gently suck on the tip of Harry’s finger.

The mood of the room flips dramatically.

Suddenly, I’m all too aware of Harry’s other hand caressing my hip and how his hooded eyes don’t even glance away from my lips that pucker around his finger. His eyes flutter closed as he gently pumps it into my wet mouth and I hum softly while reaching my hands up and running them through his sodden locks. The cold metal of his rings send waves of shock through my body, causing me to shiver as my body begins to shake at the temperature change.

“Are y- are yeh cold, love?” Harry stutters, pulling his glistening finger from my mouth - a string of saliva following. My eyes snap open and I nod quickly, letting a small whiny ‘yes’ slip past my lips.

“Maybe we should do somethin’ to warm yeh up then love? A don’t want yeh getting a cold…” Harry winks and he pushes himself up onto the kitchen island so that his bum and thighs rest on the surface but the rest of his legs dangle down. With a playful glint in his eyes, Harry pats his bare thigh invitingly and offers me an outstretched arm as he pulls me up on top of him.

Taking his hand, I climb up. My breasts swing as I move and my lack of clothing gives Harry easy access as he dips his head forward to suck and bite and leave marks all over them. He takes his time to treasure my body, nibbling lightly on my left nipple and rubbing the other; Harry uses his large, masculine hands to cusp and knead the rest of my breast and I automatically arch my back to give him more area.

Eventually he pulls away and Harry looks up at me through his darkened gaze. In a split second, I grab the sides of his face tightly in my hands and slam my lips onto his. A low, deep growl erupts from Harry’s throat and he drops his fingers to my thighs. Gripping them firmly, Harry groans into the lustful kiss and pulls me closer, determined to eliminate any space between us. My hands fly to his biceps for leverage as he hauls me up his thighs, my fingertips gripping his arms so tightly that little crescent moons are left in my wake.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” Harry pants, his damp breath fanning over my lips hotly. The lust in his eyes send waves of shivers through my body and the hairs on my arms stand up as goose bumps texturise my skin. “Ride me.”

His hands part my thighs and I happily oblige, following his movements and removing my panties as he plants his hands on my hips to steady me. From this height, I have to duck my head so that it doesn’t smack against the ceiling and the position is not all that comfortable but in seconds Harry has me back down into the comfort of his arms.

“Ride me baby, ride your daddy.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

Lowering myself onto Harry’s thigh, I grind lazily against the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. My lips part in a silent moan and Harry snakes one hand to the crook of my neck and captures my lips once again, while the other clutches the fleshy fat of my bum causing me to jitter forward and rut my hips right across his thigh.

“Harry…” I moan loudly, finding a rhythm and hazily grinding down on his structured thigh. The feeling is incredible, the friction rubbing against my nub providing a perfect sensation that flows in the blood around my body and makes my toes curl. Coupled with Harry’s wet tongue and perfect fingers, I really can’t imagine how I managed to live without this stupidly idiotic but all the same amazing boy for so long.

“Harry!” I cry out as Harry stretches his lanky leg across the kitchen and rests his foot against the corner of an opposite counter. The new position allows Harry to bounce his leg and a sob escapes my lips as his muscular thigh greets me halfway and heightens the pleasure.

“Don’t stop, fuck Daddy! Don’t stop!”

“Fuck…” Harry grunts, swiping a hand across his face trying to fathom how he got so lucky. There’s too much for him to handle as his eyes jump from my jiggling breasts to my euphoric expression to my bare pussy jerking across his thigh. Worse yet, Harry’s internal struggle only grows worse as I finally tug him free of his boxers and wrap my petite hand around the base of his throbbing and rather sore looking cock.

“Daddy, you’re so worked up.” I tease, instantly dropping his cock and moving my hands to fondle his balls. Harry groans loudly, throwing his head back as he fights the urge to thrust into my hand.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N.” He warns dangerously but I giggle and rub the skin of his balls between my fingers anyway, deliberately ignoring his leaking cock. This time around, Harry physically can’t stop his hips from levitating and I bite back a triumphant grin because there’s no better feeling than having your boyfriend like putty in your hands.

“I’m not teasing Daddy, just having a little fun is all.” Sending him a confident wink, I pinch his sac and Harry almost sobs, the pressure almost too much, too perfect to handle. Quite frankly, Harry isn’t finding the situation as humorous as I do and so he grabs my hips dominantly and presses me down harshly on his thigh so that I’m practically scraping against his skin. A high pitched moan escapes my chest and a few tears find their way down my cheeks, the pleasure absolutely indescribable.

“Yeh speak to much, love. I think yeh need something to keep yeh quiet.” Harry says in a raspy, rushed breath. I watch as he whips his head around, egg yolk clumping his curls together so that they fall in front of his eyes. A thin layer of sweat has formed around our bodies like cling film so I swipe my forehead with the back of my hand, but leave Harry untouched; the perspirant only highlighting his naturally toned body and adding another element of rawness to the whole ordeal. Suddenly, Harry turns back around, the bowl of raw brownie mixture in his grasp.

Harry gradually submerges his middle and forefinger into the mixture, then raises his hand and beckons me forward. I obey without hesitation and open my mouth enthusiastically as Harry slips his two fingers in. Unfortunately, neither of us thought to taste test the mixture first and so within seconds of pushing his fingers into my mouth, I gag and spit them out trying with all my might not to dry wretch on him or myself.

“Shit Y/N, did a push yeh too far?” Harry rushes, an atmosphere of concern complimenting his words. God bless the poor lad; worry floods Harry’s face as he fears he may have been too forceful and noticing his guilt, I immediately rush to correct him, hoping he hasn’t already fallen into a turmoil of distress.

“No, no of course not.” I exclaim. “It’s just those brownies are going to taste like utter shit.”

I can’t help myself from letting a few chuckles loose and when Harry catches on, he too begins giggling (though there’s still a hint of nervousness in his voice, concerned still laced in his knitted eyebrows).

“Yeh okay then? A haven’t poisoned yeh have a?”

Shaking my head no, I tilt my head to the side and stare at Harry for a moment. Reaching up, I use my thumb to iron out the creases in his forehead and I place a kiss upon his lips.

“No Daddy, I’m perfect.”

At that, the mood certainly returns to its musky and lustful atmosphere and I grab Harry’s cock tightly - but not so tightly that it hurts him; just the right amount of pressure to keep him crazy.  I begin moving my wrist, flexing my fingers around his cock and base trying to draw another whimper from him and I’m eventually rewarded when he cries my name.

“Shit, Y/N! Keep doing tha’!” He begs, his leg bouncing like crazy. This only spurs me on more, and I jerk him off lazily, both of us moaning and kissing each other in unison. Harry’s eyes are screwed tightly shut and he rocks his hips into my hand urgently, chasing his release with breathy grunts and moans. My chest tightens with pride as Harry’s fingers dig deeper into my skin and he begins shaking his head because he just can’t comprehend how good it feels. Sweat drips from his forehead and I use my hand to push back his falling curls to free his face. The expression he sports is one of pure bliss and I almost wish I could freeze time, just so that I could stare at him like this for however long I want. I realise though, Harry orgamsing is a better sight to see.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me - are yeh close?” Harry struggles, the hope in his voice clear as day. Relief shines in his eyes as I nod excessively and he clenches his fingers around my hips even more.

“So close!”

Without warning, Harry’s fingers have suddenly slipped under me and he rubs my clit furiously, rolling the nub between his fingers. It’s more than enough to send me over the edge and I squeeze Harry’s cock as I slump heavily over his body, coming loudly. My final moan triggers Harry’s own orgasm and he thrusts into my hand one more time before long spurts of come are landing on my arm and belly, sticky and slightly warm.

After coming down from our highs, we take a moment to lie there together, limbs sloppily intertwined and damp skin sticking.

“I love yeh so fuckin’ much.” Harry whispers, carefully drawing his hand out from underneath me and using those exact fingers to free my eyes from stray strands of hair. He places a soft kiss on my lips, ever so gently caressing my jaw juxtaposing the animalistic and crazed lustful self he was only a minute ago.

“I love yo-” A shrill ring abruptly cuts me off as the oven timer sounds, alerting us the brownies are done. Harry jumps immediately, and lightly places me down on the island before hopping over to the oven and opening it. The metallic device produces a tin of sickly grey looking brownies and my face twists at the sight of disgusting lumps of butter swimming in the tin.

Although both our standards where low, the brownies end up succeeding our already awful expectations and land themselves the title of the worst brownies we have ever tasted. Harry sighs and I can tell he’s a little disappointed.

“Am sorry these are shit, Y/N.” He huffs, chucking the entire batch into the bin with a grimace displayed on his face.

“Harry, love, don’t be upset.” I coo, delicately cupping his chin with one hand and with a confident wink, I run my fingers through his drying come on my stomach and stick the digit into my mouth. “I much prefer tasting you anyway.”

Needless to say, those buggy brownies were soon all forgotten about.

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Shark Week

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,675

Warnings: Talk of periods and things associated with periods

Prompt: Dean tries to convince Y/N that he’s not embarrassed by her period, and she shouldn’t be either. He tries his hardest to take care of her in these miserable days.

A/N: This is my very late submission for @jayankles “Bailey’s Disney Quote Challenge” my quote was “Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them.” – Marie, The AristoCats It is Bolded in the fic.

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

You moaned as you woke up way too early for your liking and in a lot more pain than normal. The hunt the other day was rough but it wasn’t that rough. It wasn’t rough enough to make you feel like tiny gremlins were stabbing you in the abdomen and back and some other little devil was pumping air into your stomach and making it swell like a balloon.

On the bright side, at least you weren’t pregnant.

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Recipe: Miner’s Treat

Description: This should keep your energy up. 

Game ingredients: Cave Carrot, Sugar, Milk

This recipe restores 125 energy and 56 health. It also gives a +3 Mining and +32 Magnetism bonus. It can be obtained after reaching Mining Level 3 and sells for 200g. 

Difficulty: Medium, about 2+ hours. Makes 7-8 lollipops, depending on size.

Disclaimer: I’ve made candy about once or twice before, a long time ago. I’m not overly skilled in candy-making, so please forgive my lack of experience. 

-2 cups white sugar
-½ cup corn syrup
-½ cup carrot juice or water
-¼ teaspoon cream of tartar
-Food colouring
-Flavouring-vanilla, mint, lemon, etc (optional)
-Margarine or butter
-Lollipop sticks

You will need a thermometer.
In a large saucepan, combine the sugar, corn syrup, water/carrot juice, and cream of tartar and stir well. The reason I put in carrot juice is because I like to try to follow the in-game ingredients as closely as possible. Milk is generally not used, but I figured I’d put in carrot juice for the Cave Carrot. 

Heat the mixture over high heat and place in the thermometer. You want it to reach 265°F, or 130°C. Even though there’s only about 3 cups worth of ingredients, the mixture will expand rapidly and bubble up, so you will need a large saucepan to contain it. 

Once the mixture has reached the required temperature, turn off the heat and pour the liquid into three or four separate bowls. Add your colours and flavours. I recommend about 1 teaspoon of colouring (I used more than that, so the colours are very bold) and ½ teaspoon of flavouring. If you’ve used carrot juice, the colours will be altered by the natural orange colour. 

Allow the candy to cool until it’s safe enough to handle, but still warm enough that it’s malleable. Before handling it, slather margarine all over your hands so the candy doesn’t stick to your skin. Take a large clump of the candy and knead it in your hands, stretching it and forming it continuously until it has a shiny sheen. Add more margarine to your hands as needed.

Next, you’ll need to turn the candy into “ropes”. Roll it between your hands and stretch it out, and then snip off pieces of the rope with scissors. The length of each rope piece is up to you, but I made mine between 6 and 7 inches. Place them on a greased cookie sheet and then repeat process with the other bowls.

Note: if you’re inexperienced like I am, it can take some time to knead and rope the candy. If one of your bowls of candy hardens during this time, microwave it for 10 seconds at a time, checking between each session. I made the mistake of putting one of the bowls in for a full minute, and re-boiling the mixture caused it to harden quickly and break off in pieces. You don’t want that. 

Once you’ve got all the candy into ropes, take one of each colour and coil them together, and then twist it tightly into a spiral. Push a lollipop stick into it, and then set it on the greased cookie sheet to dry. 

If your house is warm, you may find that you’ll have to put them in the fridge for a bit to fully set. 

A lot of the carrot flavour was cooked out during the boiling process, but if you’re like me and you’re not fond of carrot juice then I recommend using water and adding flavouring instead. Otherwise, the candy is sweet and vibrant, and the process (although kinda tedious) is pretty fun.


My Bloody Sweetheart (Part 1)

Originally posted by who-the-frick-is-bucky

Summary: When a familiar face shows up one day, the reader couldn’t be happier…

My Bloody Sweetheart Masterlist

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,000ish

Warnings: language, smut, mention of drug use, mention of murder

A/N: The first part of what I hope is an exciting series for ya’ll!…

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some more gorillaz headcanons
  • murdoc is actually pretty decent at voguing and can pull off a flawless death drop. he does it whenever he’s not getting his way and wants to be petulant about it. there have been a lot of arguments in which murdoc is about to lose but instead drops to the ground suddenly and slides away on his back, whining “you can’t maaaaake meeeee.” he’s been doing it less as he gets older but he’s still not allowed to come on supermarket trips anymore. last time russ wouldn’t let him get the sugary cereal he wanted and he death dropped in the middle of the aisle and caused a scene and a cleanup on aisle 4. 
  • everyone steals everyone else’s nail polish, even though as a whole the band has over 400 different bottles. this sometimes leads to really passive-aggressive messages in the group chat. when noodle was little, she insisted on painting everyone’s nails for them; this doesn’t happen as much anymore, but since there’s always a bottle of nail polish somewhere in reach, long conversations between people tend to be held over a communal nail painting session. 2d still can’t paint the nails on his left hand; murdoc usually paints them for him. 

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FIC: Tom After Dentist

I got inspired after Tom’s latest Instagram post. So, here:

FIC: Tom After Dentist

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: Tom has been dating the reader for just a couple of months. He has one of his wisdom teeth pulled and has some….interesting things to say. Fluff!

You stood behind the counter of the coffee shop you worked in, anxiously awaiting the end of your shift.

You and Tom Holland had been dating for about two months now. You’d met when he walked into the shop; he was immediately drawn to you. About two weeks after he’d first walked in, he asked you out.

Things were going great - he was sweet, and kind, and hilarious to boot. His best friend, Harrison, and brothers Harry and Sam had quickly become your friends too.

He hadn’t told you he loved you yet. But you knew he did. And you loved him.

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The Morning After (Nessian)

@tacmc asked: “ Ooh! I have a prompt! Nessian - “Why are you wearing my shirt?” “

First of all, excuse me while I fangirl that one of my favorite fanfic authors asked ME to write something

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Nesta yawned, blinking and stretching her arms over her head. Surveying the increasingly familiar room, she frowned. Where was her Illyrian warrior? After their toss in the sheets last night, they both had been exhausted and fell asleep tucked in each other’s arms.

They hadn’t been dating all that long, really only a few months. Nesta was still learning to live with her new Fae body and struggling with her abilities, and Cassian was healing from the war. But they had promised each other time, and so time they would share.

Nesta had to admit, he was an amazing lover. He always put her needs first, never pushed her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. It had taken her awhile to trust him though, after her first intimate experience had left scars on her soul. But Cassian was always gentle and kind, even when she begged him to be rough, like last night.

She smiled at the memory of the previous night, pulling back the covers and swinging her feet off the bed. She shivered, suddenly very aware of her lack of clothing. Padding around the bed, she hunted for her shirt, pants, anything that would provide her with some warmth. With a sigh, she picked up the scraps of her torn shirt. It would seem Cassian had gotten a little over zealous last night when he had been undressing her.

The clamor of pots drew her attention to the door and the light seeping in underneath it. He must be in the kitchen, she thought, opening his dresser and pulling out a shirt. She shrugged, pulling the midnight blue fabric over her head. She had never worn his clothing before, but then again, he had never ripped her shirt off of her before, either.

Twirling in front of the mirror, she grinned. The shirt barely covered her bum; a fact she knew Cassian would appreciate. She tied her unwashed hair in a pile atop her head and followed the smell of something delicious down the hall.



Cassian’s wings twitched instinctively at the sound of Nesta’s honey-like voice. He smiled to himself, cracking an egg into the bowl and adding a dash of milk before whisking them.

“In here.” Her soft steps echoed in the hall as he added chopped peppers and a pinch of onion to the egg mixture before pouring it into the pan.

Her sleep-filled voice sounded from behind him. “Morning, Cass.”

“Good morning Nesta,” he murmured, casting her a glance over his shoulder. His brow furrowed, and he turned to face her fully. He thought he had recognized the tunic she wore- it was his. Seeing her in it gave him a primal sense of male satisfaction; something deeply rooted within his Fae instincts.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” He lifted an arched brow, then added hastily, “Not that I mind. It’s quite endearing-“

“I couldn’t find mine this morning when I woke up,” She said, cheeks turning a delicate pink. His eyes lingered where the shirt fell to her midthigh, her graceful legs on full display. He unconsciously bit his lip, and she tugged at the hem of the shirt. The warmth of his gaze heated her skin, and she giggled lightly.

“I hope it’s okay?”

Cassian snapped from his daze, closing the distance between them and placing his calloused hands on her hips. “Of course it’s alright, sweetheart. Looks better on you than it ever did on me.” He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, smiling as he pulled back to study her.

Golden hair tied up in a bun, makeup speared under her eyes, and just a smidge of morning breath. But he didn’t mind one bit as he gazed upon those plump pink lips turned up in a smile and beheld the mischief dancing in those stormy blue eyes. Her arms snaked around his neck and she arched a brow.

“What?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Nothing,” he said, and pulled her tighter to his chest. “Just admiring the sheer beauty of the female in my arms.” Deep scarlet stained her cheeks once more, and he pecked each one with a tiny kiss.

“Are you making us breakfast?” She rested her head above his heart, and he inhaled the scent of her jasmine-lavender soap.

“I am.” His ears perked up as he heard the eggs sizzling in the pan. “And it’s burning!” Nesta laughed as he bolted for the kitchen, leaving string of curses in his wake.

Halloween-Steve Harrington Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Fluff, underage drinking, Billy being Billy

Originally posted by dailystrangerthings

 “Here you go!” Nancy said as she slipped an orange piece of paper into my hand.

  I just got out of fourth period Spanish and it was taking me a little longer than usual to snap myself out of Spanish mode. I blinked and glanced at the paper my best friend had nearly smacked me in the face with. 

   “Stacy’s having a Halloween party? Tragic.” I crumpled the paper in one hand and began opening my locker with the other. 

   “Tragic? No, it’s great, it’ll be a good way for us to just let loose and be normal teenagers for once,” Nancy said.

    After what happened last Halloween, I didn’t think we’d ever be normal again. Unfortunately, I had gotten wrapped up into the Upside Down shenanigans last year after Barb was murdered at Steve’s kickback. Neither of us wanted to go, but Nancy wanted the chance to get closer to Steve even though Barb kept telling me that Steve was into me, which made no sense. He only ever talked to Nancy and I have always been awkward in the few conversations we had. But, we did get close after we fought the demagorgon in the Byers’ house—-rather, after Steve saved me from getting killed by the demagorgon. We talked more after that, but we definitely weren’t a thing like Nancy and Jonathan were.

    “I’d rather not be surrounded by over-aroused, drunk teenagers for three hours,” I said.

    Nancy groaned. “You sound just like Jonathan!”
    “You say that like it’s a bad thing?” Jonathan seemed to appear out of nowhere as Nancy kissed him on the cheek. He smiled bashfully before looking at me.

    “Your girlfriend wants us all to go to Stacy’s Halloween bash tonight.”

    “It could be fun,” Nancy sang.

    “Not really my scene.”

    “Mine neither.” 

    “But you guys, this is an excuse to get dressed up in costumes and get free alcohol,” Nancy said.

    “I don’t even have a costume, I honestly have no reason to go.”

   Then, by some stroke of fortune, Steve showed up, looking as cool as he always did in a jean jacket, white shirt, and perfectly fitted jeans. His almond brown hair looked soft enough to touch and I felt my fingers itching to touch it. I knew better though, he was the star of the basketball team and the king of the school while I was just Y/N Y/L/N, Nancy Wheeler’s friend.

    “You guys are going to Stacy’s party tonight, right?”

    “Yes, we are, but Y/N isn’t feeling it,” Nancy said, sending a knowing look in my direction. 

    Steve looked at me with an exaggerated hurt expression on his face. “Y/N, you can’t skip this party, it’s the party of the year! Everyone gets all dressed up and super hammered.”

     “You make it sound so much more appealing,” Jonathan said sarcastically.

     I felt my face heat up the closer Steve got to me and that stupid grin on his face only made it worse. “Um, that seems great and all, but I don’t have a costume.”

     “I can help with that!” Nancy offered.

     “And I’m not really good at parties…”

     “Just follow my lead.” Steve grabbed my hands and gave me the biggest puppy dog eyes. “Y/N, you have to go to this party for me. I’m graduating soon and this will be the last Halloween party I’ll ever go to in high school and it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

      As much as I wanted to say no and stay at home watching TV and eating popcorn, I couldn’t resist those stupid, gorgeous puppy dog eyes. When I muttered “yes”, Steve looked triumphant, Jonathan looked only a little surprised, and Nancy seemed smug. It wouldn’t be until much later that I would realize my grave mistake.

      At ten o’clock, I dragged my feet into Stacy’s house a little bit behind Nancy and Jonathan. 

    “Come on, Y/N!” Nancy said as she tugged me forward.

    “I look ridiculous,” I muttered.

    “You look adorable,” Jonathan teased.

    I glared at him and adjusted the cat ears on my head. Nancy had felt like being more creative for my costume since she dressed me up as a cat, which meant that I was wearing a fitted, long-sleeved black shirt, tight black pants, and boots with a bit of a heel to them. She put whiskers on my face and drew a cat nose as well. I thought she was going to be something as traditional as me, but she went as a normal schoolgirl.

    I could have killed Nancy Wheeler.

   Though the costume wasn’t that bad, I was nervous that I would look childish in comparison to all the other girls and I didn’t want Steve thinking that I was a child—-I was already younger than him. The party was in full swing with generic Halloween songs blasting from the stereo. Popular people from different grades in varying level of outrageous costumes were dancing fairly drunkenly to the music. We weaved our way to the kitchen and Nancy poured cups of punch for me and Jonathan.

    “Can’t, I’m driving, remember?” Jonathan asked.

    “Right.” Nancy kept his cup and gave me one. “Bottoms up.” 

     We clinked drinks and I began sipping. The drink was extremely sugary until the vodka kicked in, which could have made me nauseous, but I felt okay. After I took another large gulp, I turned to see that Steve had just arrived. He was dressed up as some sort of greaser with his leather jacket, dark pants, and sunglasses. Every time he bobbed to the beat, his feathery hair bobbed with him. Tons of people went up to greet him and I felt my stomach clench. So, I drank some more and before I knew it, I was on my second cup.

     “Hey, guys!” Steve yelled over the music. “Isn’t this party great?”

      “Yeah!” Nancy yelled.

     “I guess,” Jonathan commented.

    “The punch is decent.” I sipped more of it to solidify my point. 

    Steve laughed and poured himself a cup. Then, “Monster Mash” came on, and he insisted we all danced. Slowly, I trailed behind him while Nancy had to drag Jonathan on to the dancefloor aka the living room. The room was crowded but Steve insisted on twirling me around and dancing kind of goofy to make me feel better about my own dancing. The funny thing was that for the first time, I didn’t feel self conscious about my dancing and just had fun. Each song began to blend with the other the more I drank, and I couldn’t help but admire how cool Steve was without even trying. He was the only guy here that could wear sunglasses indoors without looking ridiculous and also super brave. He was perfect.

    “I’m gonna get another drink!” I said over the next song.

    “Are you sure about that?” Steve asked.

    “Yeah, ‘m fine!” I gave him a thumbs up and he shook his head at me.

    I grinned at him as I floated through the crowd back to the kitchen. It was amazing how the punch bowl was never empty. I suppose I was a little more intoxicated than I thought because at one point, I got some of the punch on my pants.

    “Crap!” I exclaimed, dropping the ladel back into the bowl and trying to wipe as much of the punch off as I could.

   “One too many?” I looked up to see the new kid, Billy, staring back at me.

  He was dressed up as some Gothic thing, but it was really an excuse to show off his abs. They were impressive, but could not make up for his ridiculous hair and mustache that made him look like a dad. Steve was much better looking, the girls at school only liked Billy because he was new and from California.

  “I guess.” I grabbed my cup from the counter.

  “You’re Y/N, right? Nancy’s friend?”


  Billy’s eyes raked up and down my body slowly, making me shiver in a disgusted way. “You make a good lookin’ kitten. You here with anybody?”
   I nodded. “Nancy, J-Jonathan, and Steve.”

   Billy raised an eyebrow and glanced behind me. “Looks like Nancy and Jonathan disappeared and Steve’s pretty busy.”

   I whirled around and nearly stumbled, but once I regained my balance, my heart sunk. He was dancing with two of the prettiest girls in school, both dressed up as Madonna. Of course, he’d be into them, Barb was wrong, Steve couldn’t have possibly been into me ever. 

    “Hey.” Billy turned me to slowly face him. “Why do you look so sad, kitten?” 

    I hated the way he called me kitten and I hated how my bottom lip was jutting out, like it always did when I was about to cry. 

    “It can’t be because of Steve? He’s on his way out. C’mon, I’ll help you clean up.”

    I wanted to speak up and tell him I was fine, but I let him lead me to the bathroom upstairs. Unfortunately, it was locked, so he took me into a different room.

    “This should work out just fine.”

    “This isn’t a bathroom,” I muttered, stumbling forward.

     Billy grabbed me and pulled me into him, making me spill my drink. I whined and Billy took it the wrong way as he pulled me closer, trying to kiss me. “C’mon, don’t fight it, Y/N, we both know you want this.”

   “Stop,” I muttered. 

   But Billy didn’t stop and he kept groping me and trying to kiss me. I felt both stiff and frightened as I tried to fight him off. But the booze mixed with fear didn’t help me at all. This wasn’t how I wanted this night to go at all, I wished I had just stayed with Steve or Nancy or Jonathan. I shouldn’t have come.

   “Why are you so stiff? What’s your problem? You’re acting like you’ve never done this before.”

    It was at those last words that my heart stopped. There was no telling how long it would take Billy to realize that his predictions were correct. He might spread it around school and I would be a laughing stock. I tried pushing him away again only to get shoved down on the floor this time. As I rolled onto my back, he seemed to be a big looming shadow over me with only the malicious intentions.

    “Billy, stop!” I begged.

    “Shh, kitten,” he said.

    He grabbed my ankle and pulled me close just when the door slammed open. I froze once more when I realized that Steve was in the doorway. He took once look at the scene and shoved Billy away from me.

   “Don’t you ever touch her again,” he hissed. 

   “Or what? You’ll beat me up,” Billy said with a smirk.

   “Don’t tempt me.” Steve turned around and helped me to my feet. “Let’s get out of here.”

   I didn’t fight him but it was a struggle to walk out of Stacy’s house and to his car. Once I sat down, I breathed a sigh of relief from being out of that terrible situation. The car ride back to my house was relatively quiet except for the music from the radio playing softly.

   “You okay?” Steve asked.

   “I guess. Thanks for saving me again, you always seem to do that,” I said.

   Steve shrugged, a smile on his lips. “It’s nothing.”

  “It really is, though! You’ve saved my life twice now and I can never repay you.”

  “I wouldn’t be mad at you if you returned the favor.”

  I laughed and turned to face him. “You’re so perfect, you know that? Steve Harrington, the most perfect guy in Hawkins.”

  “You’re so drunk,” Steve said with a laugh.

  “Maybe, but I’m telling the truth. So many girls think that Billy is the best thing to ever happen, but he isn’t. His hair’s gross and his mustache looks like a rat crawled on his lip and died.”

   Steve burst out laughing. “That it does.” 

   “But you, you always look good, no matter what you do.”

   “No, I don’t. I look horrible after games.”
   “Still perfect,”  I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone out tonight.”

    “Of course you should have. I’ve never seen you so…free before. If it wasn’t for that a–hole Billy, you would have had the best night of your teenage life.” 

    I sniffed. “Yeah Billy. But I’m glad you had fun though with those really pretty girls.”

   “Oh, you saw that?”

   “I don’t blame you, they’re gorgeous, belong on Vogue or something, totally your type.”

   “Uh huh, and how do you know my type?”

   “Logic: perfect boys like perfect girls.”

   “And what are you?” 

   “Not perfect, a mess actually, and not a beautiful one, just an average one.”

   Steve pressed his lips into a firm line and looked upset. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

   “Like what? I’m just saying the truth.”

   Finally, we pulled up to my house and Steve parked. I took off my seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when Steve stopped me. 

   “Hey, everybody’s a mess, some people are just better at hiding it than others.”

   “Thanks, Steve.”

   “And I happen to think that you’re not a mess at all, you’re a lot better than you think.”

   I smiled at Steve, feeling butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach as I leaned back against the seat. “You know, the worst part about the Billy thing was that he was going to take my first kiss and I did not want it to be with him, I wanted my first kiss to be special, with someone I liked.”

   “Do you like anyone?” Steve asked, his eyes trained on me.

   “Uh huh, but I don’t think they like me.”

   “Well, that’s a risk you have to take sometimes.”

    He looked the most serious in that moment than I had ever seen him before as long as I’ve known him. It made him more irresistible than ever before, so, I took a risk. I leaned closer towards him, but Steve pushed me back.


    Blinded by embarrassment, I recoiled away and grabbed the door hande. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, I can’t believe I did that. Barb was totally messing with me when she said you had a thing for me.”


   But I got out of the car, not in the mood to hear any of his pitiful comments. I slammed the door behind me and as I was walking away, he started honking and against my better judgment, I turned to face him, tears of embarrassment brimming in my eyes.

   “She wasn’t messing with you.” 

Across the Stars (or Punch Bowl)


We don’t know each other but I came as (character A) and you came as (character B) and well, look at that, (character A/character B) is both of our OTPs…strange…we should do something about that…. like make out

Pairing: Kylo Ren (Ben Solo) x Reader, Finn x Rey

Word Count: 3.1k

A/n: ok boiz just consider for this AU the sequels don’t exist

You had to admit, Poe Dameron had really outdone himself this year. The self-titled Halloween Party Master (although it was widely regarded by everyone) managed to pull off the biggest, and definitely best party of the year. The entire house emitted a fun, yet spooky atmosphere. Between the fake cobwebs and fire mantle glowing green from special kindling, although your rational mind worried about the fire hazard, you were blown away by the setup.

“Hey Padmé, come check out this sweet candy corn cocktail!” Rey called from the kitchen, waving her hand. The night had only just started, but being the lightweight she was, she was already hanging from Finn’s arm with flushed cheeks. “Or are you more of a spider jello shot kind of gal?”

You chuckled, picking up a random shot glass. This one was filled with wobbly green jelly, topped with a few gummy eyeballs. “Don’t you know? On Naboo the only treats we delight in are slightly chilled body parts coagulated in sugary jelly.”

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Just friends? part 3 || Dan Howell

A/N: Part 3 is here! I really don’t know what else to say..

Word Count: 1.7K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by dantlers

‘If they only knew’ I thought to myself, supressing a deep sigh.

My brother and Dan and I’s other friends didn’t stop joking on our behalf for the rest of the evening. It felt like the ship name on their t-shirts was constantly staring and laughing at me.

It’s been a week since I had last been at Dan’s flat, a week since we slept with each other.

Honestly, it was a mistake. It was something dumb we did because we were drunk. It was like our conscience and our sex drive had a battle and at the end, our lust won.

Speaking of lust, it was crazy how much Dan had managed to turn me on. I remember caring about nothing but feeling him-

“Do you want something to drink, Y/N?”

Dan snapped me out of my dirty thoughts. He had gotten up from the couch and was about to get drinks for everybody.

“Uhh…yes, please.” I answered and blushed a little bit. Meanwhile Dan was oblivious when it came to what I had thought just seconds ago.


As soon as he was gone in the kitchen all of the boys’ eyes were suddenly on me.

“What?” I asked them confused.

“So, Dan huh?” Jack said and playfully wiggled his eyebrows.

I groaned and rolled my eyes at him.

How could he make such a big deal out of cuddling? I mean, it was cuddling at first and now there was basically nothing left that we hadn’t done. But Jack and the others obviously didn’t know that.

“He is quite the decent chap, right?” I was questioned again and I could sense that they were all waiting for me to talk about it.

They were literally worse than my female friends when it came to gossip.

The boys were still intensively staring at me full of anticipation. I felt put on the spot and awkwardly swallowed hard while I stared down onto my hands in my lap.

“Can somebody help my carry all those glasses?” Dan shouted from the kitchen. It was my chance to escape.

“I’m coming!” I shouted and mentally facepalmed myself for my word choice right after. I still got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen.

Dan had prepared drinks and a few different snacks for all of us. His eyes immediately shot up when I walked into the room. We exchanged a few embarrassed looks before I went over to take some of the drinks since he couldn’t carry them all.

“Y/N?” I heard him say shortly before I was about to walk back to the living room.

I turned around again and nodded to show him that I was listening.

He nervously scratched the back of his head before he continued.

“I’m sorry for the guys. I didn’t tell them anything and I didn’t know about the shirts. I invited you before they arrived and I didn’t know they would –“ Dan started to ramble.

“Dan, it’s fine. It’s not your fault. They are just being stupid and they do not even realise how awkward they make things between us.” I interrupted him with a little smile.

“Yeah, pretty awkward.” Dan laughed shortly.

Seconds later Dan and I put the snacks and drinks on the table in front of our friends. While everybody drank and ate everything was going quite well. For once the boys didn’t talk about their newly found OTP. I was enjoying the normal conversation and laughed a lot at all of the guy’s jokes for the rest of the evening.

“Listen, I just got a text saying there’s a party right around the corner.” Jack suddenly said, looking up from his phone with glowing eyes.

“Who wants to go?” he asked, his voice full of excitement.

Everyone, except for me, was as enthusiastic as him. It was past midnight and I was already quite tired since I couldn’t really sleep that well for the past week. I was too busy worrying and thinking about Dan.

“I think I’ll pass. I need to get up early tomorrow.” I quickly lied, knowing that ‘I’m tired’ would not have been a good enough excuse.

“Don’t be so lame, sis.” My brother teased me.

“Knowing you all, this won’t be the last party. So, I’ll just come with you next time.” I assured him.

Five minutes later we were all getting ready to head out, the only difference was that all of the guys were going to a party while I was looking forward to my bed.

“It’s really late already, I can drive you home, if you want to?” Dan offered with a kind smile.

He was actually right, there weren’t any buses that I could take anymore and he didn’t seem to be comfortable with me walking all the way back to my dorm. Alone and in the dark.

I quickly contemplated his offer.

“That would be so nice, Dan.” I then said.

It was weird. It wasn’t like there was a lot of tension between us. We just treated the other like they were made out of glass or something. We were so careful around each other. We were so polite.

A week ago, Dan and I were well acquainted with each other. A week ago, he was like an older brother to me.

‘What changed? Everything, probably.’ I thought to myself, stealing a short glance at his tall frame.

“I’m going to drive Y/N home and meet you at the party afterwards!” Dan shouted down the hallway. His friends were already leaving and just nodded.

After they exited the flat and the door fell shut behind them, Dan and I were all alone. It was the first time since we had sex.

I should have just told Dan to get his car keys and drive me home.

Instead, I made us stay longer for some weird reason.

“I can help you clean this up real quick.” I offered gesturing to the table that was full of empty glasses and bowls of leftover popcorn.

Less than ten minutes later I was putting the last glass into the dishwasher. I bent down to place it right next to the others. As I stood up straight again, Dan and I were suddenly extremely close since his kitchen was tiny and he had just put something into the cupboard that was right over my head.

Our bodies were nearly touching. His chest was basically brushing against my back and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck.

His body radiated heat and intimacy. Both of us didn’t show the slightest inclination to move, we were frozen still. My heart sped up and a blush crept onto my face.

Suddenly we were so close again and I.. liked it?

There was just something about him that was pulling me in. Something that made it impossible to resist.

I turned around in order to face him. Now our upper bodies were touching slightly. He looked down on me as if he were taking in my whole appearance.

I enjoyed the smell his cologne although I had promised myself that I would never again get close enough to him to do that.

There was so much warmth in his deep brown eyes that I could feel myself melt under his gaze.

It was like the world had stopped as soon as I noticed how close his lips were.

I desired to kiss him. Kissing him was all that matter at that moment. It wasn’t like last time though, it wasn’t just lust. It was more than that.

“Dan” I whispered. It was the only word my mind could think of. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. Maybe it was a ‘Do you know that a want to kiss you so bad it hurts?’

“Yeah.” He just breathed, his eyes focused on my lips. It wasn’t really an answer. Maybe it was a ‘me too’

He definitely felt it too. It was like every force in the entire universe was demanding us to kiss each other. It sounds cheesy, but that’s what we felt so urgently. And this time we weren’t even drunk

So why did we even try to fight our feelings?

In the matter of a second his lips crashed down on mine. His hands were on my waist and he quickly pulled me closer in one quick motion. Or lips were moving in sync and although we were so close already, I still wanted to be closer to him. I wrapped my arms around Dan’s neck almost automatically and pressed my whole body against his.

Dan had his strong arms slung around my waist and lower back. Our kiss was eager and sensual at the same time. My hands rose to find his hair and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers.

We didn’t want to let go and break apart, instead our lips moved against each other as if our life was depending on it.

Dan hands eagerly wandered down to my butt. He squeezed it lightly before he picked me up and set me down on the kitchen counter behind us.

I lifted my legs around his hips and crossed them at the back while I clung onto him as he kissed me forcefully. By now our kiss was out of control. It was hungry and full of need.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Y/N” Dan panted against my lips, his warm breath made my skin tingle.

Instead of responding, I kissed him. Hard. My fingers were pulling onto his brown hair as I slipped my tongue inside of his mouth and our tongues started moving against each other in quick strokes.

“Yo, Jack, I feel like we need to print two more of our shipper shirts” I suddenly heard my brother shout, making us jump and interrupt our make out session.

He was standing in the doorway and stared at us in shock and uneasiness.

“Wait what?” Jack asked as he suddenly appeared next to my brother. At first, he looked confused but as his eyes landed on Dan and I’s tight embrace his mouth fell open.


TITLE -  Neighbours (One shot)

WARNINGS - SMUT , orgasm denial , ice play , mutual masturbation , NSFW PIC

WORDS -  1.8 k +

A/N -   TAW  @supersoldierslover  you are my everything . Thank you so much.


Originally posted by minmiin1d


“Mmmm Fuck , your lips do look pretty around my cock .”,he pushed the wet hair strands from your face and took your hair into his hands .

“Open your mouth wider Y/N .”, he pushed his cock further down your throat .  You moaned around him as you widened your jaw . It was stinging but you didn’t care. He was twitching in your mouth and you knew he was close.

You moved your head side to side and took him until his hair at the bottom tickled your nose. You gagged around him sending vibrations through his cock . His grip on your hair tightened .

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Hmmm Y/N.”, he moaned   as you massaged his balls and licked his the sides of his dick  .  You looked up to meet his eyes . His mouth open in pleasure and an innocent look in his eyes .

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Kings and Queens {Epilogue}

Summary: A Throne of Glass AU inspired by the Breakfast Club (1985). Five students come together for Saturday detention, and realize they are not all that different. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: I hope you all have liked my story. I loved writing it, and I truly hope it made each of you smile, and feel. Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading, and uplifting me along the way.

Announcement: On October 31, on one of my favorite holidays, I will be starting a new fic called, The Prince and the Princess. It is a prequel to Kings and Queens and will follow Aelin and Rowan, during the summer they spent together before Sophomore year. It will be deeper and more intricate than this fic, and I am very excited to share it with all of you.

As for the epilogue…..Enjoy. :)


6:45 p.m.

I was hiding in the pantry.

Aedion’s house was as nice as I expected it to be. His mother had inherited a lot of money when his grandmother died, he had said, and the house was the icing on top of the cake. 

Everyone could go anywhere they wanted, except the upstairs bedroom at the end of the hall.

That’s my mother’s room, he’d explained as we were setting up stacks of red solo cups next to a huddle of glass bottles filled with alcoholic beverages I had only heard of, accidentally, while scrolling on the internet. She’s at her boyfriend’s tonight…..but, it’s just better not to go in there. Trust me.

I did. Trust him. So, I would stay away, and enforce the rule to the others as well.

“People typically show up around seven,” he had smiled only moments before, popping the top off a beer and taking a swig. “Although, people also like to be fashionably late.”

I tried to nod enthusiastically, seeming confident and ready. But I ended up telling him I was going to search for the chips we had bought at the supermarket, and ended up in the pantry, instead.

“Deep breaths, Dorian,” I muttered to myself. “Shit. Who am I kidding…..I’m going to vomit.”

“Dorian?” a knock came from the other side of the sliding door. “You get lost looking for the chips? Because they’re on the counter. You know, where you put them an hour ago.”

He opened the door, not waiting for me to reply, and gave me a withering look. “I can take you home, if you want.”

“No.” I sighed, shaking my head. “No, I’m not going home.”

Aedion had said I could stay with him for as long as I needed to, and I was grateful for his offer. I still felt dirty, though. Rebellious. Not necessarily in a bad way……Just in a way I didn’t know how to handle.

“I’m fine,” I lied. “I’m fine, I’m good, I’m great.”

“You’re also a terrible liar.”

“Thank you,” I choked out, as the doorbell rang.

Nearly twenty times in a row.

“Don’t worry,” Aedion grinned as I froze. “There is only one person who rings my doorbell so obnoxiously.”

Aelin let herself in, Rowan in tow, before Aedion could even take a step toward the door.

“Dorian!” she smiled, her cheeks rosy from the cold breeze. Rowan probably had something to do with it, too, judging from the raspberry patches along the base of her neck. “Ready to enjoy yourself?”

What did that even mean? “I – yes.”

“Add a little oomph and you’ll almost sound confident,” she winked.

Yeah. I was going to faint.

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everybeautifulthing  asked:

I've got a prompt for you! What if Virgil caught Patton humming "Let's Kill Tonight" by Panic! at the Disco?

Okay, so, I love P!ATD and I’d sell my soul to see them live. I didn’t know how to do ‘humming’ but I tried. Also I’m sorry for the end which is slightly topical.

Word count: 835


Emo music has always, and will always be, the be all and end all of emo culture for Virgil. And, of course, with Halloween coming up this had been Virgil’s excuse for playing his emo music aloud in the common area, much to Roman’s (fake) annoyance but the others don’t seem to mind. What Virgil didn’t anticipate was for the others to get hooked and, inevitably, learn the lyrics to some of these songs.

It was around mid-day when Virgil found this out, he’d had a late start, okay sleeping in till 11am is a very late start especially in Logan’s books but who cares it’s Sunday. He makes his way down to the common room and into the kitchen, he smells the baking before he sees the evidence.

Mixing bowls and spoons are piled up in the sink, and he thinks that there’s cookies baking in the oven. He’s not sure which one of them is responsible, Patton loves cooking to de-stress himself or someone else, Logan enjoys it because it’s basically a science and its a plus that other people enjoy what he makes, and, well, Roman finds it fun but his ‘masterpieces’ are usually inedible. So, he prays that it’s not Roman.

He supposes that while he’s down here he could clean up the mess in the sink before grabbing some lunch. Virgil’s halfway through cleaning the large mixing bowl when he hears the familiar creak of someone coming down the stairs but pays little attention to it, instead fussing with the tap to turn the water slightly hotter. He hears the noise of what he assumes is someone talking but it’s faint and he can only hear on set of footsteps.

“Let’s kill tonight!
Kill tonight!
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type
Let’s kill tonight!”

It’s Patton. Singing Panic! At The Disco no less. It’s a weird clash of character to have sweet, cute, adorable, dad Patton singing emo music that’s weird and un-Patton like. But still, Patton has the voice of an angel, and the sweet, uncaring way he sings this is touching, he’s singing to himself because he’s unaware that anyone else is here.

Virgil internally scalds himself for ruining Patton’s moment to himself but knows he can’t retreat out of this one so continues washing. Maybe if Patton stops singing before he sees him Virgil can play it off like he hadn’t heard him.

“May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to Hell
Where they always have belonged
Cold hearts brew colder songs”

Patton trails off when he sees Virgil, his dark strange son has his back towards him as he washes up his mess from his earlier baking. “Verge?” Patton knows it’s him, why bother asking, he knows he’s come in and interrupted his ‘Patton time’. Before Virgil can reprimand himself further he shuts off the water and turns to face Patton, grabbing a tea towel from the counter to wipe his hands on.

When he sees the other he isn’t mad, come on this is Patton he’s very rarely mad at anyone, especially not Virgil, rather he’s smiling. “I thought I might have missed you today, I didn’t know if you got up early, or if you went to sleep at all, and you were hiding in your room or what.”

“I’m glad you’re up now though, I’ve made double chocolate chip cookies and they should be about done.” Patton opens the oven door, his glasses fogging up due to the heat, and he hold his hand out for the tea towel that Virgil currently holds in his hands, Virgil quickly gives it to him. “Oh! And don’t bother with the rest of the washing up I’ll do that later, if Logan says anything about it being unhygienic just blame it on me.” Patton places the tray on top of the counter and smiles down brightly at his creation, Virgil can’t help but smile a little as well.

“I know we’re supposed to wait till they’ve cooled down but do you want one now?” Patton asks him in a childlike fashion, “uh, Patton, I haven’t even had lunch yet,” Virgil confesses, not wanting to bring Patton’s mood down but not wanting to lie to him either. “That’s okay, I won’t tell if you don’t!” With that Patton pulls two plates out and quickly puts two cookies on each plate.

Virgil can’t help but keep smiling as they sit down on the sofa, plate in hand and cookie in mouth, watching reruns of old cartoons. “You have a lovely voice by the way,” Virgil mutters, unsure if the complement is welcome or not, but his doubts are short lived as Patton won’t stop smiling. “Thank you, Virgil. And thank you for introducing us all to your great taste in music!”

It sounds so genuine, and heartfelt, and so Patton-like that it crushes Virgil’s heart and soul, but in a good way. Patton still hasn’t stopped fucking smiling and it’s infectious, if there ever comes a time that Patton doesn’t smile Virgil doesn’t want to be around to see it.

Bed Friends Forever || Taehyung




SUMMARY: You and Taehyung (V) have been best friends since you two were children up to now. He’s become famous and you barely seen eachother. Then one day, he comes to visit you and things you never thought would never happen, happened.

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Your Hand Next to Mine

“Where t-there’s life there’s…hope, and n-need for…v-vi-vit-”

“Vittles,” Will Byers whispered into the darkness of the cabin. “It means food…I think. It’s a really old word.”

El’s lips rounded in understanding. Their shared flashlight illuminated the page of Will’s worn copy of Lord of the Rings, and somewhere in the other room Dustin’s loud snores could be heard through the tiny crack in the door. “Oh, and they need v-vittles to help them on their journey?”

“Yeah,” Will nodded. “You always need food before a long trip. If you don’t you could starve and you’d never get anywhere.”

“Dustin likes Nutty Bars,” El mused, a far-off look in her eyes as she replayed a memory in her head. “And…putting?”

Her companion snorted, good-natured like that told El he wasn’t making fun of her but was still amused by whatever blunder she had inadvertently made. “Pudding,” he corrected, “specifically chocolate pudding. Never vanilla. He hates vanilla.”

“Vanilla is bad?”

“No. Well,” he shrugged, “I don’t think so. Don’t tell Dustin, but I think it’s better.”

She giggled into her hand, flashlight shaking and causing the book on her lap to jostle just enough for them to lose the page. It put an immediate stop to their mirth, and El’s eyes widened despondently at her mistake. “No,” she murmured, fingers instantly moving to flip through the pages in an effort to find the lost spot.

“Hey, it’s okay,” the bowl-headed boy soothed. He reached across to grab at the tome and pulled it gently from her grasp with a smile. “I do it all the time.”

She slid him a side-glance that said she didn’t quite believe him.

“I do!” He defended. “Usually it’s ‘cause I’m trying to draw something and I always lose the page, but it happens.” He gave another little shrug to show her it really was alright, and this time she allowed herself to believe it. There was just something so completely earnest in the way he spoke that it was impossible not to. “Though,” and here his face took on a more apologetic expression: brow furrowed and nose twisted, “it is getting late. Hopper said he wanted to leave early tomorrow. We probably should have been asleep hours ago.”

“Oh.” She looked down at her lap, grey pajama pants only visible through the light of their torch, and pulled her knees to her chest. “Right.” The warmth emanating from the fire pit didn’t reach in here and their scant emergency blankets just weren’t enough to keep in the type of heat necessary for comfort.

They shivered.

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~Day 3 of Halloween! Warning much smut! This one is also a little longer~

Reader’s POV

The clubhouse was having a Halloween party and I dragged Tiggy out costume shopping with me. We were at a little costume store that popped up around Halloween time in Charming. I was looking through some sluttier ones just because I knew Tiggy would be ecstatic if I wore one of those and I came across an outfit and called Tiggy over.

“What’s up, Doll?” Tiggy wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. I showed him the slutty nun outfit, it came with a dress, collar, knee high socks, gloves, and the veil thingy. The dress was short and tight with gold crosses at the thighs, the collar had a huge black cross that came down across the white in the front of the dress. The socks were white and had black crosses going all the way up them and the gloves were black with gold crosses going up them. Tiggy’s eyes got huge as he looked at it and then at me then back to it again. “Can we!?”

“If I wear this you have to be a naughty priest.” I winked at him and he pulled me into a passionate kiss.

“Fuck, I love you.” Tig groaned.

“Shhh… We’re in the middle of a store.” I giggled.

“Well then let’s get home so you can confess your sins to me.” Tig pressed his very obvious erection as he bit my earlobe.

“Still need to buy the costumes.” I giggled and pushed him away then I grabbed my nun costume and looked for a priest one for him. I found a pretty simple one that came with a huge plastic cross and a sash with crosses on it and I showed it to Tig. “This one good?”

“Perfect baby.” He took the costumes out of my hands and went to pay for them. I laughed and shook my head, following him to the counter. We paid then left and Tiggy couldn’t keep his hands off of me in the car. We managed to make it to the house without having any accidents somehow. We didn’t actually manage to make it to the house for the first round though.

The next day was the halloween party and Tig went to the clubhouse to help set up. So I had all day without any distractions, especially Tig’s wandering hands, and to keep away from those hands I had Tig take his costume so he could change there. Once I was all dolled up, I made my way over to the clubhouse and got out of the car and the boys that were outside all whistled at me. I laughed and flipped them off and then made my way inside to find my old man.

It was done up completely, Gemma going all out like always and getting the best of everything. I honestly wasn’t sure if it was fake blood or real and I didn’t even want to know on the eyeballs. Tig and Chibs were by the punch bowl talking, Tig’s back was to me but Chibs jaw dropped at the sight of me. I winked and held a finger up to my lips, I came up behind Tig and put my hands over his eyes.

“I’m ready to have the body of christ in my mouth, father.” I purred in Tig’s ear and I felt him shiver.

“I’m still waiting for that confession.” He smirked, I giggled and kissed his cheek.

“Oh you’ll get to hear all my dirty sins later.” I smirked and he turned to finally get a good look at me and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“And the reason I can’t hear them now?” His voice had dropped and was very husky.

“Because we need to mingle with the others first.” I smirked.

“You shouldn’t tease a priest.” Tig groaned and pulled me close.

“You can add that to my punishment.” I told him before pulling away and going to greet Gemma. I couldn’t stop myself from teasing Tig every once in awhile during the party and eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore and dragged me off to his dorm.

“I need that confession now.” He growled in my ear as he pushed me against the door. “I got you a surprise for tonight too.” He kissed my neck softly before pulling away and covering my eyes. He opened the door and lead me inside before uncovering my eyes and showing me the Saint Andrew’s Cross, he somehow managed to get into his dorm.

“Holy shit, Tiggy.” I breathed out, he smirked and closed the door behind us.

“Now… why exactly do guys like Catholic girls so much?” Tiggy asked as he circled me slowly.

“I don’t know… why?” I knew this was going to be lame but I still couldn’t keep the smile from my face.

“Because they’re used to being on their knees.” He said before pushing me on mine. I smirked and undid his pants while pulling his cock out.

“Forgive me father… for I’m about to sin.” I gave him a heated look before putting his cock in my mouth and sucking on it. I deep throated him and his fingers tangled in my hair as a low groan came from him. I began to bob my head up and down his cock slowly, he couldn’t help himself though and began to fuck my mouth.

He pushed down a little too far which caused me to gag slightly. He pulled out and looked at me apologetically.

“Sorry, Doll.” Tig said and helped me off my knees. He cupped my face and kissed me softly and gave me a dirty look. “You ready to bear the cross?”

“Yes, father.” I smirked and Tig lead me over to the cross. I took off just the dress part of my outfit and Tig tied me to it. His hands slowly ran over my body as he stood behind me, Tig pressed something against my clit and I couldn’t stop the moan if I wanted to. It wasn’t his fingers that were rubbing my clit though, it was the plastic cross that came with his outfit and I heard him chuckle as he slid it in and out of me a couple times.

“You want my cross baby?” He growled in my ear as he moved the cross faster.

“Mmmmm, yes father!” I yelled out as he pushed it in deeper. Tig chuckled and pulled the plastic cross out of me. I felt him press his cock against my pussy before slamming into me hard. He put his hands over mine and started kissing my neck, above the collar.

We both moaned loudly as Tig pounded me into the cross hard. My nails dug into the cross and his hands gripped mine harder. One hand went down to wrap around my waist and slid down to rub my clit hard.

“I want you to cum, baby.” Tig rubbed and fucked harder, he bites my neck hard while groaning lowly. I came undone all over his cock as he bit my neck.

“Tiggy…” I moaned loudly. He didn’t stop pounding into me after I came, actually he started moving faster. His hand that was over mine moved to grab my breast hard and squeezed it. His thrusts started to go out of the rhythm that he had going which meant he was close to cumming and honestly I was close to cumming again too.

It wasn’t much longer and we both came hard at the same time, moaning out each other’s names.

“I love you, baby doll.” He panted into my ear, kissing my cheek softly.

“I love you too, father.” I let out a breathless giggle and he chuckled too. His cock wasn’t completely soft so he’d be ready for round two soon enough and I was ready to sin some more.





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