he threw her down the stairs

Long Way Down // Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of everything really

The end had finally come and despite the amount of time you spent preparing for it, it still felt like a punch in your stomach. The knot in your throat was painful and your lungs still struggled for air to breathe. Tears clouded your eyes and turned your vision blurry until his face was unrecognizable.

“You’re a coward,” you cried. “A fucking coward!”

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Dark Times

Hiiii! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, summer’s been busy! I hope you guys like this piece!! Depending on the feedback, I might make a multi-part fic out of it!! xx


Below his office, the party was in full swing, both regular and new clients filing in through the wide double doors. Harry watched the crowd move like cresting ocean waves, his eyes blank. New Year’s Eve was to start off with a bang, regardless of the obviously failing Prohibition the country was under, which meant that Harry’s clubs were packed, and his bank account was swelling with money from the alcohol Niall was slyly smuggling in from Ireland. Any night he wanted, Harry could have a bird on each arm, eager to get a taste of the Harry Styles, and the mere whisper of his name sent people scattering out of his way, making his life unbelievably easy. Harry smirked around the butt of the cigarette. This was it; this was why he came to America. The women, the power, and most of all, the money. Money, money, money was all Harry had seen over the last year. Prohibition was the best thing to ever happen to him.

The clock struck eleven fifty, and with a smug grin, Harry lit up another cigarette and grabbed his glass of Irish whiskey from his desk, striding to the office door. Throwing it open, Harry emerged into the small balcony overlooking the bar and dance floor, blood thrumming as cheers went up at the sight of him.
“To Mr. Styles!” One of the performers on stage hollered out, and crystal glasses glittered in the lighting as they raised into the air.
“Mr. Styles!” It was a jumbled roar of his name, and Harry smiled wickedly as he tipped his head and brought up his own glass. He glanced at his pocket watch again. Five minutes till midnight. His eyes went to the door again as it swung open, two young girls stepping into the room. From afar, he could tell they were both gorgeous, but the one on the right….she was a sight.

Hair curled to perfection, eyes sparkling with excitement as she clutched her comrade’s arm, her ruby painted lips splitting into a dazzling smile. A golden fringed dress clung to her body, stopping halfway down her soft-looking thighs, and the small inched heels were the last thing Harry saw before the girls stepped from the stairs, disappearing into the swirling party. The whiskey burnt his throat as he threw back the rest of the glass, turning to retreat back into his office. The New Year was of no importance to him; as long as no laws changed, Harry worried about nothing. He didn’t worry about how the raucous crowd took him back to the trenches, didn’t worry about how his hands shook as he poured another glass of whiskey. The chair creaked as he sat down again, breathing in the smoke of his cigarette and letting his head drop back. Harry’s eyes slipped closed and he sighed, mind going back to the golden-dressed beauty that had just slipped into his speakeasy. She wouldn’t be too hard to find, or too hard to seduce into his bed for the night. Harry had an aching hunger in the pit of his stomach to know how she would moan beneath him.

Two minutes till, Harry stood once again and descended the stairs to the main room, feigning a smile as he pushed his way through the drunken partygoers. Hands grabbed at him as he passed, but he paid no mind as the shimmering of a golden dress swirling across the room caught his eye. Then her friend came into sight, and Harry altered his course to get to her. She was even more beautiful as he neared, her face pretty, but not flawless. A little soft-looking, doughy maybe, around some areas, but a curl of desire yawned deep in his belly; he was tired of the perfect pin-up girls he normally took home. He wanted flawed, perfectly flawed, and this woman was it. She was gorgeous. Harry watched her friend’s eyes lock in on him, an eyebrow raising as she leaned into the girl’s ear, whispering.

Your head twisted around, following your best friend’s gaze to a stunningly beautiful man that the whole crowd seemed to part for. Forest green eyes roamed your body leisurely, his candy pink lips tugging into a smirk when he realized your eyes were on him. The man was dressed in a sharp black suit, a gleaming watch strung across his buttons and disappearing into his waist coat pocket. Broad shoulders, ring decorated large hands, and legs that went on for ages. His curly brown hair was pushed back off of his forehead, the sides a little longer than military style, and the set of his jaw made you think maybe he was indeed coming to flirt with you. The alcohol you’d downed in the half an hour at the club up the road was already fizzling through your blood and making you much more brave than normal, and you sent the man a sultry smile as your eyes met. Nothing but dark, hot promises swirled in his gaze, stoking the crackling fire that blazed in your belly. Tonight, you’d let yourself have fun just once. Every other night of the year you were the good girl you were supposed to be, but tonight…tonight you’d let loose.

“He’s got his eye on you,” your friend whispered, a jealous gleam in her eyes. “You’ll be the only one of us to get a fuck in tonight.” You laughed at her brashness, breaking your stare with the stranger to spin around with the music. He was close now, almost within an arm’s reach. Your dress flared out around you, but you were stopped mid-turn by long fingers wrapping around your arm and tugging you into a solid chest. Warm breath puffed on your neck, lips just centimeters from your skin.
“Yeh dancin’ fo’ me, love?” He wasn’t polite about his desire, his voice low and husky in your ear. His hands moved to your waist, his hips pressing into your back. You could feel him against you, half hard through his trousers. Wetness pooled in your panties.Your best friend had melted into the crowd, leaving you putty in the stranger’s warm, wandering hands. The hem of your dress slid up a little, his touch following shortly after.
“I am now,” you breathed, and you can feel the smile on his lips against the skin behind your ear. His tongue darted out to lick over the shell of your ear. His fingers trailed higher, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care how scandalous it was, having a man slide his hand up your dress in public.
“Do yeh wan’ m’ to fuck yeh?” Your breathing hitched as his thumb brushed the line of your underwear. A low chuckle vibrated against your back. “I’ll take that as a yes. Go straight back, staircase on the right. I’ll be there in a mo’.” Then he was pushing you away, straightening his overcoat as he cordially greeted some senator who definitely was not supposed to be in a speakeasy.

Harry watched you stumble towards his office, his jaw working as his eyes followed the way your dress fell over the swell of your ass. He cleared his throat. “Excuse me, gentlemen, but I’ve got some business I need to take care of.” Harry shook the senator’s hand, turning around and shoving his way across the floor. He took the stairs slowly, mind racing as he neared the door. He couldn’t wait to see how quickly you’d fall apart for him. You were admiring the photographs on his desk when he entered, your eyes snapping up to his.
“Your family?” Harry nodded, clicking the lock into place before shrugging off his overcoat. You watched him swagger over to you, his eyes dark.
“Didn’t invite yeh up here t’ talk about m’family, pet. How d’yeh wan’ it?” He wasn’t a complete beast; Harry loved seeing the way women fell apart because of him. There was something awfully aphrodisiacal about knowing that he was the reason a woman was shaking, moaning, falling over the edge. You blinked at him, stunned for only a moment before composing your unbothered expression.

“Any way you’d give it, honestly.” Harry’s eyebrow quirked. A smug smile pulled at his lips as he walked to you, his fingers dancing up your arms. You swallowed at his sudden closeness. He smelled wonderful, like citrus and cotton sheets and man. Your mouth had practically been watering since the moment you saw him. His hand pushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.
“An’ if I said righ’ here, ov’ m’desk?” You squirmed, mind filling with visions of him fucking you on the dark cherry wood. Before you knew what you were doing, you were perched on said desk, legs crossed and head tilted slightly as you looked at him from under your lashes.
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Mr. Styles.” Harry’s pants tightened further at your words, a growl coming from his throat as he stalked to you. His lips met yours, hands cupping your cheeks as you gasped in surprise. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past the seam of your lips, licking into your mouth eagerly. Your hands fumbled with his belt as he shallowly thrusted his hips, the hard outline of his cock brushing your thigh.

He was quick to shove down his trousers and underwear, his length tapping gently on his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, flushed, hard, and leaking. Harry smirked at the look on your face, one large hand wrapping around himself and tugging forward once, twice.
“None o’ tha’, angel, no’ tonight. ‘M gonna fuck yeh, yeah? Bend yeh ov’ m’desk and spread tha’ cunt real nice. C’mon, up yeh come.” Your blood sizzled at his words, lust raging through your system. Your panties had no hope; they’d been ruined the minute his suit jacket had come off. Harry helped you up, spinning you so your back was to his chest. Warm lips began to sponge up the side of your neck, greedy hands hiking your dress up slowly but surely. Then he was roughly bending you over, flipping the edge of your dress up over your back enough so he could see your backside. A low growl went through him.
“S’pretty, love, gorgeous. Can’t wait t’ be inside o’ yeh.” Your panties were slid to the side and a long finger ran up your slit, your body jerking at the pleasure. “Bloody soaked. Wan’ me t’ help yeh, pet?” Your cheek was pressed into the cool wood but you nodded, hips pushing back against his finger as he swirled it around your clit.
“Please.” It was a broken whimper that sent Harry’s dick throbbing, his eyes gleaming in the dark of the office.

“Shhh, sweetheart, ‘M gonna take care o’ yeh.” Harry wasted no more time before he was sliding inside of you, a delicious burning stretch following. The moan that came from him was almost enough to send you over, low and gravely and pure pleasure. Then Harry was moving, his cock thick and pulsing as it dragged along your walls. You cried out at the feeling, palms slapping to the desk as Harry ran his hands along the curve of your spine, grunting with each thrust. The party downstairs was all but drowned out as the sound of skin against skin filled the room, heavy breathing bouncing off the walls when his hips picked up speed. Your eyes screwed shut as pleasure coursed through you, walls clenching around Harry’s cock.
“Fuck, bloody–” He cut off with a deep moan, fingers dumpling the skin of your ass. Harry’s green eyes lowered to watch himself disappear into your cunt, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips as you writhed beneath him. His hands were everywhere, stroking the soft skin of your thighs, gripping your ass, wrapped in your hair…too much, it was all too much for you to take.

“Gonna cum!” You gasped against the desk, hips pushing back against his as he fucked into you. He was so thick inside of you, pulsing and warm as his tip brushed a spot that had you seeing white. “Harry!” Low moans came from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt heat coil tighter in his belly.
“C’mon, pet, cum fo’ me. Need yeh t’ cum,” he panted, reveling in the way your walls squeezed his cock. He’d never felt a cunt so tight and warm and wet. He was in pure bliss. Harry brought a hand to your heat, fingers circling your clit quickly as you called out his name again. Pleasure shot through you, your orgasm speeding towards you, and with a final thrust, Harry pushed you over the edge. He watched your face crumple in satisfaction as you came, cunt tightening wonderfully around his length. It wasn’t long before he followed after you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls. Your thighs shook as you came down, breathing harsh as Harry pulled out of you. It was silent while you both fought to regain your breathing, adjusting clothing and smoothing down hair. Harry’s face was even more beautiful post-orgasm, and he tasted as good as he looked when he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. His head bobbed to the couch in the corner.
“You can sit there for a mo’ while you calm down. Be sure to shut the door on yeh way out.” Then he was gone, the office empty and cold without his dominating presence. You fell onto the couch with a sigh, a pleasant ache already forming between your thighs. It wasn’t too long before your head was on the arm of the sofa, your eyes drifting shut as you nodded off.

Today, I fucked up... by falling asleep on my girlfriend’s couch

When I was in high school years ago, my girlfriend and I would often fool around on the couch in her parents living room. Her parents would always go upstairs to watch TV in the evening, so this worked out perfectly for us. During this one particular evening, we both ended up falling asleep with half our clothes off (unintentionally) and slept right through until the morning. I was shocked to wake up the next morning to the sound of her Dad’s footsteps upstairs. I threw my clothes on in record time and tried to run out of the house but that plan did not succeed. I did make it as far as the front door just as her Dad was coming down the stairs. Her Dad is clearly surprised to see me. He slowly says to me: “Oh, hello, what are you doing here?” OK, it was 5:30 in the morning, so this is what comes out of my mouth. I say: “Oh, hi Mr. Jones, I’m just going out fishing for the day, and thought I would come say hello to Susan first.” To my great astonishment, HE BUYS THIS EXPLANATION. He smiles, wishes me good luck fishing, and goes to read the morning paper. Susan told me that years later she told her Mom this story, and the two of them still laugh at her Dad for falling for this.

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blind dates are lame- h.s imagine

Originally posted by thedailystyles

“When was the last time you went on a proper date?” Jeff asked Harry. The two of them were sitting across the room from another tossing a hacky sack to each other.

Harry caught the sack and stopped to think for a little bit, “Mmm. I think the last time was back in December.” He threw the sack back over to Jeff.

Jeff sat up on the couch with wide eyes. “Mate! That’s over six months!” Harry laughed while getting up and heading over to the kitchen, “It’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ve just haven’t been interested.

Jeff followed his friend and sat on the counter. “Well now’s the perfect time to start dating. You’ve finished your album. You don’t start tour for a couple of months. You can give your right hand a bit of a break.”

“My right han-..” Harry glanced down. “Oh. Yeah. My right hand.”

Jeff laughed and hopped off the counter and grabbed the water bottle Harry had in his hand. “Listen, I know the perfect girl. Met her down at the bookstore. Her name’s Y/N. Really down to earth kind of girl. Reckon you guys will get along great.”

Harry looked at Jeff with a worried look on his face. “I didn’t know you knew how to read.”

Jeff glared at Harry while Harry laughed softly, “Mate, I’m just not interested in dating right now. Wanna focus on the album. Wanna focus on the tour.”

“Yeah but one date wouldn’t hurt would it? I’ll visit her tomorrow. Tell her you’re interested.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck while leaning against the kitchen island. “I don’t know. Blind dates are kind of..lame aren’t they?”

“Yeah but you’re lame yourself so why not?”


The bell ringing against the door caused you to look up from the book you were reading behind the cash register. “Hey Jeff! Need to pick up some more journals?” You smiled at your new friend. While Jeff was in town, Harry texted him and asked if he could bring more empty journals. Harry claims he was in the “writing mood.” With a huff of annoyance, Jeff eventually agreed and found a family owned bookstore not to far from where he was. He went in and met Y/N who was honestly a breath of fresh air. She was sweet and charming. She was everything Harry needed in a girl.

“Hey Y/N! No, I’m fine. I came in to talk to you actually.” Jeff connected his hands together and placed them on the counter, as if he was in some kind of business deal.

Y/N dog eared the page she was reading and squinted her eyes slightly at Jeff. “What do you want?”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Jeff sighed. Y/N laughed and crossed her arms and looked at the tall man in front of her.

Jeff gave her a smile and opened his mouth and then closed it. Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N”…

“Get on with it!” Y/N chuckled.

Jeff chuckled himself, “Alright! Alright. How would you feel about going on a date with this guy I know? Really nice. Sweet. Easy on the eyes…”

Y/N placed her hand on her chin and pretended to ponder about the idea of being set up. “Pass.”

Jeff clapped his hands together, “Great! He can pick you up at your place or you guys could meet- Wait. Pass? Why not!”

Y/N walked out from behind the counter and picked up a pile of books that needed to be put away. “I don’t know. The idea of a blind date seems kind of lame.” Jeff quickly followed her and grabbed the books from her arms. “Why does everyone think it’s so lame! You’re lame!” Y/N gave Jeff a look as she put a book onto the shelf. Jeff gave her a sheepish smile, “Sorry that was crude of me. What I mean to say is it’s not lame! I find it rather cute. And what if you guys end up getting married. You can say ‘My dearest friend, the noblest man I know, the most handsome guy that walked on this Earth; set me and your father up’ to your children.” Jeff was shaking his head while staring into the distance, thinking about how much of a hero he’ll look to everyone for setting up the perfect couple.

Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Jeff’s face, “Jeff!”

Jeff quickly came back to Earth and looked at Y/N, “So what do you say?”

Y/N sighed while grabbing the books he was holding back into her arms. “I-..”

“Great! I’ll text you the details!” Jeff shouted while running out of the store before you could object.

Y/N was sitting at the bar of the hotel lobby Jeff texted you to meet Harry at. Being put on a blind date by someone you just met and didn’t even know the last name of required a little alcohol help.

“Gin and tonic, please” a voice called out to the bartender. The stranger sighed and ran his hair through his hair.

You chuckled softly while staring at your wine glass. “Rough night?”

The stranger and looked down at the rings on his hands, “I uh. I don’t know yet. Maybe.”

And on que the both of you looked at each other properly. Harry gasped. You were surely the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Your eyes were instantly wide. Harry Styles was the beautiful man you were going on a date with. Surely he was just in the neighborhood. 

Suddenly Harry felt like he needed to explain his every move to you. “I uh..I’m just waiting for my blind date to arrive but I’m a bit nervous.”

Y/N chuckled at Harry’s words. “Are you Harry?” You quickly scolded yourself in your head and blushed. Of course he was. 

Harry laughed at your mental face palm look on your face and nodded. “Are you, Y/N?”

You gave Harry a small smile and nodded, “I am.”

Harry quickly gave himself a high-five in his head for getting to spend the privilege of getting to be on a date with someone as beautiful as you.

The bartender came over and placed Harry’s drink in front of him. Harry gave him a quick thank you and proceeded to look at you. He smiled and placed his hand out towards the restaurant on the other side of the hotel. “Should we get this blind date started?”

You chuckled and nodded your head. “We shall.” You picked up your things and stood up.

Harry gestured you to go first, “After you.”

As you started to walk away, Harry quickly took his drink and gulped it down. He hissed at the burning alcohol and jogged after you.

You threw your head back in laughter and held your stomach while Harry was laughing pretty loudly himself. “How did you not notice you had a brown stair on your white pants!” You managed to get out in between laughs.

Harry held his hands out in defense, “I thought everyone was staring because they wanted to talk to me! And! I thought they were thinking ‘Wow. How stylish of him to wear those white pants!’”

Y/N finally settled down and wiped a tear from her eyes from laughing so much, “Well it’s good to know my date has such high confidence in himself.”

Harry looked down at his empty plate and chuckled softly, “It is.”

You gave him a smile to which he returned. Suddenly your waiter walked up to you guys, interrupting you guys from admiring one another. “Was there anything else I can do for you guys?”

Harry quickly gave him his credit card. “Go ahead and charge it.” You quickly tried to grab your wallet from your purse, “Here let me.”

Harry shook his head at you. “It’s fine, Y/N.” He then gave a nod to the waiter.

“Harry, you didn’t even look at the bill. Let me at least help.” You said while taking out your credit card. Harry reached over and grabbed your hand, “I got it, love.” Your heart melted at the pet name and both yours and Harry’s hands tinged from one another.

Not wanting the date to end, you and Harry decided to walk to your apartment that was about two blocks away. The whole time getting to know each other more and telling each other incredibly funny stories. Finally the two of you ended up at the front of your door. You turned and looked at Harry who was already smiling down at you. “I had a great time, Harry.”

Harry nodded his head, “I did too.” The two of you started leaning in when Harry was the one that finally brought his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around your neck. When the both of you pulled away, Harry rested his forehead against yours. “I usually don’t have the first kiss until the third date..” You whispered. Harry smiled, “Guess we’ll have to have another date then. You smiled and nodded, this time you were the one to kiss him first.

With one last kiss and the promise of another date, Harry left and you walked into your apartment. Both of you had the same smile and the same thought in your head, “Have to thank Jeff for that.”

Maybe blind dates weren’t that lame after all.

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*that beaut of a gif is sadly not mine!

Sunday Morning

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

A/N: Umm, so this is really fucking cute? Tooting my own horn here, but I’m a sucker for morning Shawn and family man Shawn and older brother Shawn and domestic Shawn and this has all of the above. Hope you enjoy xoxo

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The Arrangement (Part 15)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: You have an encounter with Mark, and Dean shows up just in time. The next morning, the two of you talk things out. Sam arrives with some news.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300

Warnings: physical/sexual assault (minor, no injuries or anything but I know that can be a trigger), language, general angst, low-grade physical violence, little bit of smut… some of everything in this one

A/N: Buckle in, this one is long and jam-packed…. also I think there’s only two more parts left, guys… which makes me SO sad. Thank you all for your continued love for this series, I cannot believe how it’s taken off. You’re all awesome. Also picking a gif for this WAS SO HARD because there are so many Dean moments I wanted to show. But I went with angry because reasons…

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The House of Horror

16-year-old Sylvia Likens was the daughter of two carnival workers. Her parents separated, and her mother, Betty, was incarcerated for shoplifting. As a result, Sylvia and her sister, Jenny, were sent to live with Gertrude  Baniszwewski and her family, paying them $20 to take care of the two girls. When the payments were late, Baniszwewski would turn on the girls, particularly Sylvia. She would hit the girls with paddles. Being fragile and asthmatic herself,  Baniszwewski recruited her children and neighbourhood children to subject Sylvia to horrendous abuse over the period of three months. This abuse included putting cigarettes out on her skin, burning her with scalding water, beating her, rubbing salt in her wounds, forcing her to eat things which would cause her to vomit and on at least two occasions, she was raped with a Coca-Cola bottle. On one occasion, a neighbourhood boy, Coy Hubbard, used her to practice his judo, which as a result, caused her to become incontinent. Baniszwewski responded to this by forcing her to eat her own faeces as well as her 1-year-old sons. Jenny, Sylvia’s sister attempted to get help and contacted their older sister, Diana, who came to the house yet did nothing to help. 

Shortly before her death, Baniszewski took a hot needle and carved “I’m a prostitute and proud of it!” on Sylvia’s stomach. A neighbourhood boy, Richard Hobbs, helped. He also helped 10-year-old Shirley Baniszewski burn the number “3” into her chest with an iron poker. The night before Sylvia died, she attempted to escape the house of horrors. She was caught by Baniszewski who threw her down the stairs into the cellar which had become her home. The next day, on October 26, 1965, Sylvia’s body gave up after the countless beatings, burnings, rapes, and lack of food and water. She died of a brain haemorrhage, shock, and malnutrition. She had suffered unimaginable torment. Her body was covered in wounds, bruises, and burns. In her final moments, she had almost completely severed her lips with her teeth from the beatings. 

Gertrude received a life sentence while the younger assailants received petty sentences and were all released and went on to lead normal lives, something Sylvia could never do. Disgustingly enough, Gertrude was released for good behaviour after just a measly fourteen years in prison.


Reader x Kol

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“Well we are looking delicious tonight?” Kol smiled and bowed, the girl at your side whispering to you, letting you know who he was.

“You know my brothers?” You asked although the way it was said told Kol it wasn’t a question, more demand as to how the stranger knew you.

“Yes, although not as well as my siblings know them.” He admitted and you rolled your eyes as a delicate fan was placed in your hand, your Au Pair hissing that you were old enough to take a Beau so you should display your affections properly.

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Episode 99 reaction

Like everyone else, I have lots of feelings.

I will most certainly go in order for this.

First off, Pike is fucking amazing.

Skipping ahead a little, I loved that Tary got full control over the house. It lets him legally decide what to do and it legitimizes his control. Now his father can’t really say no since Tary is the one officially letting his family stay in the house.

Sleepover part 2. Joke all you want about Vax and Keyleth being weird with animal forms, I personally think it’s cute and harmless and they do what they wanna do behind closed doors leave them be. Also Pike got to be apart of the pillow fort this time. I’m going to draw all the things.

The next morning’s conversation. Holy moly I knew that it would be bad, but Matt’s face, that silent rage that grew as Tary talked. That was scary and I’d hate to get on Matt’s bad side that was scary. Tary also coming out with everything he has learned and wanting to right the wrongs his Family did? I…like man I love how much he has developed.
And then going through what everyone has taught him? I can kinda see how Vax can be like a father but Grog kinda stumps me…but everyone else was dead on and then….Percy…like we all knew but to hear him confirm it was…that was excellent.

I was very happy to see Howart finally come around. I’m glad there was a concession on his part. There was nothing he could do and he needed to accept it. The deed was done and he probably got the best he could have given the circumstances.

Moving on, I was really sad to hear Tary say he wanted to stay, but I also perked up at that, because that would either mean another new character from Sam, or it meant…Scanlan.

That whole deception thing threw me through a loop. I thought it was him with an illusion coming down the stairs, but Matt was playing him, so I didn’t suspect…until he finally mentioned the origins of his name. Then I knew.

Man…As soon as Vex knew, he…that little move to Modify her memory? No. You’ve been using that spell on the regular. You’ve been wiping minds and changing people’s thoughts to get what you want and it’s become second nature. And now you use it in the people who trust you the most. Who accepted you despite all your faults. Your family…the girl who looked to you like a father. Glad you didn’t succeed. But the intent was there and Vex was hurt by that. You are in for something when that girl snaps, and trust me, it’s gonna hurt worse than most.

So everyone comes out and there is now a realization from Grog and Pike. And silence. You could feel that energy, it was palpable though the screen. Grog then seeing Lionel with Scanlan? That. Is. Fucking. Terrible. You can argue that Vox Machina replaced Scanlan with Tary, but that is so not true and they’ve made it abundantly clear what Tary is to them and how unlike Scanlan he actually is.

So Grog now feels betrayed. After he stuck up for Scanlan, this is how he is treated? Like he could be replaced with another Barbarian who is also a Bard? Grog helped bring you back, he respected your privacy for a while. He wanted to give you space. But now it looks like you’ve replaced him with a better version

So now we can get into everyone’s reactions. Tary, who is indifferent, focuses more on how accepting Vox Machina are of Lionel than they were of him.

Vax was…well Vax had forgiven Scanlan long ago and was elated. He knew they’d meet again and wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to catch up.

Keyleth recognized the tension and was probably the most outwardly angry, but it was still pretty subdued and she was probably a little bit in shock.

Percy trying desperately to maintain the high ground. Like Grog, and probably the rest of VM, he felt betrayed but was having a hard time trying to figure out why he wasn’t more angry. He was even trying to sort out his thoughts and seek advice from his significant other. The comment about Sybil was amazing and a great gut punch. His gradual coming to terms will probably lead him to forgive a lot sooner but the way he left that tavern speaks volume for how he will treat Scanlan in the future.

Moving on to the silent crowd…Pike and Grog. Scanlan knew that they’d be difficult to crack so he didn’t address them first. He saw their silence and accepted it for a while. But Grog’s seething rage as Lionel sat down to drink with him? That was so palpable, I was leaning closer to the screen the whole time. Then, as soon as that Awkward fight came to a head with some strange moves from Lionel, It shook Grog enough to take him out of his rage and send him away. CAT! C-A-T! That was everything. That broke my heart.

Pike dragged Scanlan. She dragged him so hard and I applaud Ashley, that girl can do no wrong. Scanlan was right about a few things when he left, but Pike deserved none of that. She hadn’t done anything to have Scanlan inflict those hurtful words on her. She called all of his bullshit and took him down. Good on her. Nothing is forgiven, but at least they understand one another and can work from a common ground of understanding.

And lastly…the other amazing Liar in the group. Vex, so clearly acting as if she forgave him, fooling her brother, fooling her significant other…but she is so broken. She has to be. Scanlan insulted her personally. He has been on her mind for so long and as soon as he shows up he wants her to forget? To cover up his ruse? Oh man that was the final nail in the coffin for me. She was acting through the whole ordeal that she was trying to forgive, and it may turn out that she does.
But…I can’t see that happening. He came back and the first thing he does is try to modify her memory. A family member. Someone she thought he trusted. Someone she looked to for advice sometimes. Someone who she loves. He tried to break all of that with a single spell.
I’m…to me that is the worst betrayal. He never apologized for that. He assumed Vex was fine, with her open attitude and jubilant words, welcoming him back. But I see a Vex haunted by that moment, a Vex reliving the words he said when he left. I see a Vex hiding it until something snaps and she goes beserk on him. I don’t see the forgiveness lasting. I see a broken girl desperate to try and hold things together.

Now, as for the rest of the stuff that happened, we now have the beginning of the final arc. With no message from the Raven Queen, Vax has begun to see the fates beginning to align. Scanlan is back and Vecna’s ritual has now been successful in another temple. Who knows what has happened in that two week span.

We also have Vex and Percy with a little secret. Pregnancy? Marriage? I wonder what those two are keeping from everyone else, and why Vex has chosen to keep it from her brother.

Lionel was perfect, I applaud tonight’s guest and found his performance immensely entertaining.

Sam was freaking phenomenal. He hit all the right story points and played all of his cards as best he could. He performed at 110% and evoked so many emotions. Thank you man, and you and Matt are terrible people who toy with our minds.

Ok I’m done.

Science Partners (Peter Parker x Reader) - Part 2

A/N: Here, by overwhelming demand, is Part 2 to Science Partners!! I am so glad that so many people enjoyed it. Thank you all for the absolutely lovely comments! Let me know if you want more of this series or if you have other Spider-Man (or other fandom) requests! Enjoy!! xx

Warnings: blushy Peter, nosy Aunt May


Originally posted by spiderholland

“As I said yesterday, this project is a large percentage of your semester grade so don’t wait until the last minute to do it,” the teacher said monotonously, strolling through the aisles of lab tables. 

“Shit,” Peter said under his breath, letting his pen clatter to the table. You triumphantly made a line through your row of X’s. This was the fourteenth game of tic-tac-toe that you had won. 

The teacher stalked past and you both quickly made it look like you were discussing your project. “Why, yes, Peter. Methane gases would react in that manner but I’m not sure…” you trailed off as soon as the teacher was out of ear shot and Peter began giggling uncontrollably. 

“Methane gases?” he snickered, training his dark eyes on you.

“Oh, shut up! You said ‘shit’ and it was the first science related thing I could think of!” You couldn’t help but to also start giggling. You smiled broadly at your best friend and didn’t know how you would have survived the first half of this school year without him. Peter and Ned were your best friends and were there for you from day one. From “wild” Friday nights on Ned’s living room floor with root beer and Mario Kart to Peter intimidating the only guy you had dated at your new school, the guys were always by your side. 

“Would you want to come over to my place tonight?” Peter said quickly, interrupting your thoughts. You stared wide-eyed at Peter. “To work on the project! He’s right, we should start working on it now.” It had just occurred to you that in the months you had been friends with Peter, you had never once been to his home. Between school, parks, and Ned’s house, you saw Peter plenty so it never bothered you that you hadn’t been invited over before. The idea of being at Peter’s home, most likely alone, awoke butterflies in your stomach. “If you don’t want to…”

“No,” you almost shouted, “I mean, yes, I do. Sorry, just lost in thought about, uh, the project.” Your face burned fiercely and you were positive he could see it. 

Peter’s face lit up and he quickly scribbled down his address in your notebook. “How about you come over around 5:30? It’ll give me time to, uh, do chores and things.” You carefully tore the paper out and placed it in your pocket. 

You looked up at Peter and smiled, “Yeah, 5:30 sounds good.”

Peter’s smile got even wider as he nodded and bounced a little in his seat. You shared his excitement but your nerves suppressed it a little. You had developed a strong crush on your best friend over the school year. Every time his rough hands brushed against you, your nerves tingled endlessly. Every time he said your name, you wished it was the only sound in the world. He always looked at you with a gentle gaze and his smile made your heart melt. 

Little did you know, however, Peter was just as nervous. The rest of the day, Peter went over and over in his head the various scenarios that could play out tonight. At lunch, he kept thinking about you having dinner with him at his dining table. In history, he thought of you spinning around in his desk chair, admiring his collection of posters on his wall. During gym, seeing you in your sweatpants, he thought of you wearing his sweatpants, sitting on his bed after.. “Heads up, Parker!” someone shouted. With lightening reflexes, Peter caught the dodge ball that was hurtling towards his head. He felt his face flush deep red as he realized what he was thinking about. Besides Ned, you were his best friend. He shook the thoughts from his mind. 

After school, Peter caught up with Ned in the hallway. “Hey, Ned,” Peter mumbled, chewing his lip nervously. 

“Hey, dude! You excited for tonight?” Ned teased, nudging his shoulder. 

“She’s just coming over to work on a project. Nothing more,” Peter said matter-of-factually. 

Ned let out a laugh as the two of them made their way to the apartments that Peter lived in. They ascended the stairs to Peter’s floor. Peter unlocked and shoved open the apartment door. His aunt May wasn’t home yet and hopefully wouldn’t be until later tonight. Ned strolled into Peter’s room and flopped down on his bed. “So, let’s say you’re both in here, tension is in the air, her eyes on yours, her lips begging…”

“Dude!” Peter shouted, tossing his backpack onto his desk chair. He changed out of his school clothes and threw on a more comfortable gray sweater. 

“Pete, if you won’t admit it to me, at least admit it to yourself! You’ve been crushing on (Y/N) since day one!”

Peter looked at his friend in defeat. Ned was right. You made him feel things he never imagined a person could feel. His head went fuzzy when he talked to you and he couldn’t help but smile uncontrollably. 

“Just pull out another one of your chemistry pick-up lines and she’ll melt,” Ned said, laughing as he did.

Peter shrugged and contemplated the idea. “Well…”

“No, please don’t.” Both of them broke down into fits of laughter. Peter’s nerves were beginning to calm down. It was still about an hour before you were going to come over. 

“Should… Should I ask her to come over early?” Peter said nervously.

“Probably. It’ll give you more time because who knows when May will be home.”

Peter nodded and texted you, asking if you wanted to come over now:

P: Hey, want to come over now??

You: Sure. :)

You: What about your “chores and things”? lol

P: They can wait, haha

You: See you in a bit!!

“She’s on her way,” Peter mumbled.

You carefully made your way up the steps to Peter’s apartment. You nervously touched your hair and straightened your shirt when you stopped in front of his door. Gently, you wrapped your knuckles against the door. Within seconds, Peter flung the door open. You glanced over him. He was in jeans and a loose gray sweatshirt. His collarbone was exposed on one side. “Hey,” he said, a side ways grin on his face. 

“Hey,” you replied, rocking back on your heels. You nervously fiddled with the straps of your back pack. 

“Oh, uh, come in, come in,” he stammered, stepping out of the door way and allowing you to pass. You smelled like lavender and honey. Peter softly closed the door and without really thinking about it, took your hand gently in his. “We can go into my… Oh, sorry.” He noticed what he had done and quickly dropped your hand.

You blushed and shyly looked down, “Don’t worry about it.” You carefully looked back up at him and said, “So, your room?”

Peter nodded, his cheeks dark red. He led you to his bedroom and shut the door behind you. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing to his entire room. 

You placed your bag on the floor near his desk and sat on the edge of his bed. Peter couldn’t believe it. You were in his bed. Well, on the edge but close enough. You took your textbook out of your bag and looked up at Peter. He was standing with a dazed expression on his face, just watching you. You patted the bed and said, “I won’t bite… hard.” 

Peter blinked, surprised at your comment. You began to laugh and Peter joined in. He grabbed his notebook and sat on the bed, cross-legged. You turned to face him, also crossing your legs. Your knees barely brushed against Peter’s. “Let’s do this then,” Peter said, opening his notebook. You nodded and opened the textbook, holding it so Peter could see too. He had to lean forward towards you to get a better view. 

You could feel the warmth radiating off of him and you swallowed nervously. You began to go over your plans for the project. For about an hour, you spoke while Peter jotted down notes and his own ideas. For a little while, you got distracted and began to play Mortal Kombat. “Finish him!,” you shouted, decapitating Johnny Cage. Peter watched you laughing, reveling in the happiness you brought him. “We should probably get back to work, huh? … Peter?”

You turned to look at your friend who hadn’t responded. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder, backs up against his headboard. He was looking down at you, a soft smile on his face. His brown eyes explored your face and his bottom lip was caught in his teeth. It almost seemed like slow motion as Peter leaned into you, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips met yours. 

Your eyes swiftly fell shut also as you kissed him back. His lips were soft and you could taste his minty mouthwash. Slowly, you brought your hand up to rest on his jaw, pulling him a little deeper into the kiss. The knots in your stomach burst with euphoria and your whole body began to feel warm and fuzzy. The kiss felt like an eternity and that was alright with you. 

Peter pulled away gently, cradling your cheek in his hand. He opened his eyes and gazed at you, breathless. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” he said, his voice low. All you could do was nod in agreement, studying his face. You gently rubbed your thumb along his strong jawline as you shifted your gaze between his lips and eyes. “We can get back to work, if you…”

“Kiss me again,” you interrupted, moving your hand down to his strong chest. 

“Okay,” he quickly said, cradling the back of your neck and pulling you into him. He smashed his lips against yours. You slid onto his lap, straddling his legs. You placed both hands on his chest, feeling the muscles tighten as you nipped at his bottom lip. Carefully, Peter slowly began to move his hands down your sides to your waist, your hips, down and back to your…

“Peter! I’m home!” a female voice shouted from the living room. You quickly scurried off of Peter and impulsively picked up your textbook. Your face was beet red. Peter grabbed one of his pillows and tried to hold it over his lap as inconspicuously as possible. Just then, the bedroom door creaked open. “Peter, are you… oh?” Peter’s Aunt May poked her head around the door and raised an eyebrow at the two of you. 

“Hi, Aunt May. This is my friend, (Y/N),” Peter mumbled, not meeting her eyes. 

His aunt clucked her tongue and gave a teasing smirk in Peter’s direction. “Oh, yeah, you’ve talked about her. It’s a pleasure to meet you, dear. I’m May. Are you staying for dinner?”

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am. If I may, I would love to,” you replied hesitantly, putting on a graceful smile. 

“Of course. I’ll leave you two alone,” she said, closing the door with a click. Peter let out a deep sigh and flopped back onto his bed. “Don’t forget to do your chores, Peter” May shouted from the other side of the door.

You couldn’t help but start to laugh. You looked over at Peter who had gently placed his hand on your thigh. He was smiling, staring up into your face. You smiled back, your heart feeling airy and light. He moved his hand to your hand and laced his fingers in between yours. “Maybe next time we’ll have some more time alone,” Peter said in a hushed voice, watching you rub circles on his hand with your thumb. 

You hummed in agreement, watching Peter watch you. You leaned down and caught his lips in yours once more. It was sweet and gentle. “So, when is Ned going to hear about this?” you inquired, pulling away and raising an eyebrow.

Peter chuckled before saying, “I bet he has already sensed it.”

A/N: Oh my goodness this was so much longer than I anticipated!!!! I’m so sorry!!! Let me know what you think and let me know what else you want to read!! xx

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어때? (How’s this?): Ch.1

Discription:  "You mean to tell me…that your nerdy childhood friend is the same hot girl from the party!?“ At school, you’re known as the nerdy girl with a High IQ and the person Taehyung hates the most.  But outside, you’re known as the hottest girl who attends every party that she hears and the person who Taehyung has the biggest and first crush on her. What happens when Taehyung finds out about both of your sides and maybe wants to change his fuckboy reputation?

Genre: Fuckboy!Taehyung

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Not sure if it’s good? Tell me guys if you want more chapters of these :)

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Glensheen Historic Estate is a large mansion located in Duluth, Minnesota. It was constructed to be the family home for Chester Adgate Congdon in 1908. In 1968, the mansion was given to the University of Minnesota Duluth. While the university owned the home, Elisabeth Congdon, Chester’s youngest daughter, was given a life estate while allowed her to occupy the mansion until her death. Without a doubt, the house is an absolute beauty, however, it’s more commonly known for its brutal 1977 murder.

On 26 June, 1977, somebody snuck into the Glensheen Mansion. Inside, they came across Elisabeth’s nurse, Velma Pietila, who they threw down the stairs before bludgeoning her with a candlestick. Following her murder, the intruder then crept into 83-year-old Elisabeth’s bedroom and suffocated her with her own pillow.

Roger Caldwell, the husband of Elisabeth’s adopted daughter, Marjorie, was eventually apprehended for the shocking murders. Initially, he denied the crime and was acquitted, but years later he eventually confessed that he killed them because Marjorie was to inherit the Congdon fortune when Elisabeth passed away. Following Roger’s confession, he committed suicide.

Police officials support serial killer Helen Patricia Moore as she is led from the courthouse in October 1980.

The seventeen-year-old from Sydney, Australia, murdered four children in the space of a single year, including her own brother. Moore was a popular babysitter in the suburb of Claymore, and would cover the faces of her victims with her hands until they stopped breathing. One victim refused to eat his vegetables as he was asked, so Moore threw him down a flight of stairs. Helen Moore was caught after her mother suspected her of the death of her brother, and the only motive she gave to the police was the fact she enjoyed watching the children struggle for their lives.

Helen Moore was originally sentenced to life in prison, but this was reduced to thirteen years after an appeal in 1983. Moore was paroled in the early 90’s, and an investigation revealed that, despite being declared “a severe danger to young children”, Moore was permitted to babysit the infants of incarcerated mothers while she served her sentence. Her current whereabouts are unknown.

It was hot as fuck - Clay Jensen Smut

     Pairing: Clay x Fem. Reader

     Warning: Swearing, Dry Humping, Leads up to smut but not really?

     Requests: @srd2002

     A/N: Okay so the night we met started playing as I wrote this so I lowkey freaked out cause I thought it was funny and also requests are still open so if you want something to be written send it to me! Enjoy!

     Clay and I were laying on his bed watching some mindless show on the tv. Clay… well, Clay’s parents invited me over for dinner as a way to get to know me better and I decided to come over a little early to hang out with my boyfriend for a bit. As we happily cuddled on his bed and thought popped into my head. I turned to him and studied how his face was concentrated on the screen in front of us. I slowly pushed myself up to begin leaving light kisses down his neck causing him to shudder underneath the new feeling.

     “What are you doing?” Clay sighed content but his voice still shook with concern.

     “Just having some fun,” I smiled at him and proceeded to nibble at his earlobe.

     “But my parents are downstairs babe,”Clay tried to retaliate but quickly lost the battle when my hands found their way into his hair and I sweetly pressed my lips to his. He kissed back and snaked his hands around my waist. Hastily, I adjusted myself so I was sitting on Clay’s lap with my legs on either side of him. The kisses grew more passionate as Clay feverishly licked my bottom lip asking for entrance which I happily allowed, letting our tongues move in a rhythmic pattern together as if they were performing a dance. I grinned as I felt Clay begin to grow harder underneath me and I couldn’t resist to painfully slowly grind down on him. Clay groaned in satisfaction and began to try quickening the pace by thrusting upwards, creating more friction. I let a soft moan ring through Clay’s ear and the vibrations of my voice flowing through his body made him grow larger below me. I picked up the pace and ground harder onto him as I grew wetter from the glorious sensation of Clay’s clothed hard-on made for the perfect amount of friction. Clay rested his forehead against my shoulder and his thrusts began to become rough and sloppy and I could tell he was close.

     “Baby, I-I’m close.” Clay moaned in my ear which made the knot in my stomach from pleasure grow even tighter.

     “I know babe,”I whispered before roughly crashing my lips into his. I placed my hands firmly on his shoulder to move faster against him. Clay tilted his head back at the new wave of pleasure washing over him.

     “Shit,” he whispered before I could feel his pants grow wet and I slowed down till I was a grinning mess and lightly kissed his cheek. Just as he got off we could the light thumps coming from up the stairs and we knew who it was. Clay’s eyes grew wide as he panicked and I jumped off him and threw the comforter on his bed over us and I leaned my head against his chest. 

    Clay’s door swung open and there stood his mom smiling at both of us with a hand resting on her hips.

     “Clay, (Y/N), dinner is ready if you want to come down.”She said happily to the both of us.

     “Alright, we’ll be down in a few,” Clay said composing himself and the mother nodded, exiting the room.

     “Tell my parents that I had to use the bathroom, I need a couple minutes after what you did to me.” He whispered seductively in my ear making me giggle.

     “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” I grinned widely at him.

     “I never said I didn’t, it was hot as fuck.” He smirked

The Jersey

Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could write a teen wolf imagine where the reader is Scott’s sister and one morning she comes down stairs and forgets she is wearing Isaac’s jersey and Scott questions her. Just something cute. Hope this wasn’t confusing 💛”

Ship: Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader!MCcall x Scott MCcall (siblings) 

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, yelling, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owner. 

Third P.O.V 

The morning sunlight seeped through (Y/n) Mccall’s glass windows. It’s brightness cascaded across her features. (Y/n) scrunched her face at the brightness of the light, shifting slightly due to the new found warmth. Groaning, she threw the pillow over her head with a huff. Hoping that sleep would take her again, she waited a few seconds, hoping too fall back into her prior comforting slumber. After a few minutes, (Y/n) sighed in defeat and threw her legs over the bed. She threw her hair up into a dirty bun, stretching and yawning as she made her way down-stairs. (Y/n) was quite a forgetful person. But this had to take the cake. As she walked down the steps, the only fabric covering her beautiful body, was her secret boyfriend’s jersey. Now, here’s the thing, Scott is very protective of his sister. Always have been, always will be.

That morning, Scott expected to see his sister, dressed properly and ready for the day. However, what he saw instead, was his baby sister wearing one of his friends jersey. There was a long rooted tradition in Beacon Hills. If a boy asked you to wear his jersey, it was a sign of good luck, a sign of affection. Most of the boys who had done it on the lacrosse team asked their girlfriends to wear their jerseys. The team had been doing this tradition for as long as time itself. Scott gave his jersey to his girlfriend, Kira. It was a symbol of luck and love for her. But for other guys, it was a sign to other boys, to show them that the girl they chose was theirs, as in, a one night-stand. His mind ran with horrible thoughts and pure terror, not to mention that Isaac was one of his good friends. “(Y/n)-” He said, wide eyed. “What the hell is this?!” (Y/n) hadn’t realized it until now. The second the words left her brothers mouth, her heart dropped. 

Shit.. Not to Scott’s knowledge, but Isaac and (Y/n) had been sneaking around for a few months now. They were good at hiding it. It all started with the final game of the season, last year. The two lovers had been crushing on each other for as long as time itself. Isaac made a promise to himself that he would ask you out that night and take you out to dinner if he made the final goal. That was all the motivation that he needed, and before he knew it, the two kids were having dinner and laughing until the sun came up. Ever since then, the two of them were unconditional, absolutely inseparable. After that night, they’ve been happily together. (Y/n) was very good at lying, well, only to Scott. He was easy to trick, all she needed to do was change her perfume and he wouldn’t notice a thing. Scott never knew about the long nights they had spent together. Not until now. 

(Y/n) panicked, glancing at her outfit, which only consisted of her boyfriends jersey and a small pair of under-garments. She was going to tell Scott about it, but the it was too late. The cat was out of the bag. (Y/n) stuttered, growing extremely red from embarrassment. “Scott- it’s not what it looks like, I can explain!!!” He puts his foot down, scoffing while he rests his hands on his hips. “Alright, go ahead then. I’m waiting.” Before, Scott rarely used his werewolf powers on his sister. He thought it was rude to pry in such a disgusting way. He thought that his sister, if she wanted to, had the free will to talk to him about whatever she wanted. But in this moment, he was more than obliged to pluck the secrets from his her. She played with her fingers, heart beating faster as she tried to come up with a good excuse. “You see- I uh- Funny story actually, I- this isn’t- I’m borrowing-” Before she could finish however, the house doorbell went off. Oh, god! Isaac. (Y/n)’s eyes went wide. He planned on taking her out for breakfast around nine, the time Scott wasn’t suppose to be in the house. 

Isaac expected to see his beautiful girlfriend to open the door to the Mccall house. Instead though, her brother, and Isaac’s good friend, swung the door open, growling up at Isaac. “Isaac. What are you doing here?” He says with a bit of a bite. The young boy, despite his height advantage, felt incredibly small against Scott. “Oh, nothing. I just-” He paused, looking over his shoulder to see his girlfriend, (Y/n), shaking her head, motioning to her body. The jersey. Isaac’s jersey. He gave it to her last night after they…oh.. His eyes went wide, glancing back at Scott, who practically growled back at him. “Isaac, I’m gonna ask this nicely. Did you fuck my sister?!” The young boy glanced over his friend’s shoulder, looking at his girlfriend for help, something, anything. However, the only thing he got, instead, was her, mouthing one word. Run. Glancing back at Scott, he laughed fakily before turning to bolt away. Far away. “ISAAC, I’M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH! THAT’S MY BABY SISTER, YOU BASTARD!” 

Scott chased after Isaac, for a few streets. After a few minutes, he finally lost him and made his way back to the Mccall house. There, he climbed up (Y/n)’s ladder, where she sat. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. “D’ya think he’ll be okay with it? With us, I mean?” He asks, slightly out of breath from running. (Y/n) sighs, grinning. “I’m sure he will. You better run though, lover boy. He’ll be back in no time.” Isaac giggled, kissing her again with passion. “You’re worth the chase.” She grabbed his arm. “Hey, I love you.” (Y/n) meant it, with every fiber in her being. She loved him. Isaac smiled from ear to ear, wrapping his long calloused hands around her waist before pulling her closer. “I love you too. By the way, you look sexy as hell in my jersey. You should wear that more often.” After that, he hopped off the ladder, running back to his house. He peered over his shoulder once or twice to look at his beautiful girlfriend. The love of his life. All of a sudden, a warm body tackled him to the ground. “ISAAC, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

Break Ups and Being Cliche || j.j.

this is my first riverdale imagine lmao. tell me what you think about it. :) unedited btw lmao -r

Warnings/Contains: fluff i guess lmao, cursing


“So, it’s almost a week…” Veronica said slowly as she fiddled with her fingers, not knowing what to say.

You nodded your head, forcing a smile to your face. “Yeah,” you said. “Time flies so fast, doesn’t it?”

Betty looks at you uneasily, not sure if you three should talk about this topic. You and Jughead had recently broke up a week ago as mentioned. You two are still friends and planned to keep that way. No more, no less. You two have broken up in good terms, wanting to be happy. But you were never happy after the break up. You only forced the smile and laughter, not wanting to cause drama.

“Y/N,” Betty said. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Of course, Betts.” You smiled at the blonde. “We’re still friends, at least.”

Veronica sighed. “You don’t have to keep it all inside.” Veronica said, frowning. “No one ever got in to a break up without being sad.”

“Jughead.” You simply answered and sighed.

Veronica and Betty shared a look. The clad crowned beanie boy was actually pretty whipped or swoon as Veronica would say but you actually did not know that.

You were the first girl he ever trusted with everything, the first girl he ever loved. Everyone thought it was obvious; Jughead denied it but he knew that everyone knows.

“You don’t know that,” Betty said as she frowned.

“Yes, I do.” You sighed. “He was the one who broke it off, alright?”

You heard the bell irrupted into its signature sound, causing you to look up and see the boy you were just talking about to Betty and Veronica.

“I have to go,” You mumbled as soon as you saw Jughead slid into his booth.

You slid off your seat and walked to the door, not bothering to greet Jughead as you pass by him. You pushed the door open and went out.

“Clearly, she is not happy about this.” Betty said with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Veronica shrugged. “We have to do something.”

“I miss the old Y/N that brings smiles to everyone’s faces.” Betty said, sighing and Veronica nodded.

“Let’s do this.”

And so they called Jughead’s best friend, Archie. The two told Archie about their friend and Archie said the same thing about Jughead. All Jughead did was write and write and write, not doing anything but write. Barely touching food. So the three planned on getting the two back.

First step: Make Jughead drunk.

They weren’t so sure about this plan, but they sure do hope that once Jughead was drunk he wouldn’t stop talking about the girl and couldn’t help but go to her house.

The following day is a Saturday so it’s more than perfect. Archie went up to his room where Jughead is, typing his feelings out.

Jughead heard the door open but he didn’t bother looking up and kept on moving his fingers as they press the certain keys of his keyboard.

“Hey, Jug.” Archie greeted.

“Arch.” Was all Jughead responded at the red head.

“Um, wanna take a day off from your imaginative world there and go clubbing?” Archie asked.

“No time.” Jughead mumbled.

“Why? It’s Saturday.” Archie said, shrugging.

“Working.” Jughead said, still not taking his eyes off his laptop and kept on typing.

“C'mon, Jug. Don’t your fingers hurt?” Archie said and Jughead shook his head.

“Sorry, Arch. Nothing will make me go clubbing. You know that I’m not into those stuff.” Jughead said.

“Fine.” Archie sighed. “But Jug,”

Jughead hummed in response, not taking his eyes off the screen and kept on typing.

“I’m really worried about you.” Archie said and Jughead shrugged.


“All you did was type in your laptop ever since you broke up with her.” Archie said and Jughead stopped typing.

“And what is that suppose to mean?” Jughead asked, looking at Archie.

“Everyone knows you’re pretty whipped at the girl. I think, you should go talk to her.” Archie said, shrugging and left the room.

Jughead sighed, shaking his head and continued to type. There was nothing to be sad about; he was the one who broke it off after all. But no one truly knows why he even broke it off with her. Only him.

Archie went down the stairs and picked his phone from the coffee table at the living room. He opened his phone and opened the messaging app, typing a message to Veronica.

No luck. Bring alcoholic drinks later, pretty sure dad won’t be here later.

Archie sighed. Really worried about his friend not knowing what to do anymore. But he won’t give up, this is for a friend and he’ll do this.


Later that night, the doorbell rang at Archie’s house, signalling Betty and Veronica are here. Archie ran to the door, opening it.

“So, you got it?” He asked.

“Yeah, everything’s settled. We just have to get Jughead off of his laptop.” Betty said.

“I’ll do it.” Veronica smiled.

Veronica handed Archie the alcoholic drink, going inside then straight to Archie’s room where Jughead is. And for the first time that week, he wasn’t on his laptop; he was actually on his phone.

“Jughead.” Veronica called and Jughead looked at her.

“Hey there.” He said and returned his eyes to whatever it was that’s in his phone.

“C'mon downstairs, we’ll hang out.” Veronica said, smiling.

“No thanks. I just rather not.” Jughead said. “Sorry.”

Veronica walked up to where Jughead is and snatched his phone, making him stand up. “Downstairs, now.” Veronica said with a smile. “We miss you, ‘kay?”

“Will I get my phone back when I hang out with you guys?” Jughead groaned and Veronica only nodded. Jughead sighed, snatched his beanie at the floor and placed it at his head and went down. Veronica softly threw his phone on the bed and saw the a girl popped up on his phone as his wallpaper. You. She picked it up again, wanting to know what he was doing and she started to dig up the stuff that was in his phone. His gallery’s contents was only you.

Veronica sighed before slowly throwing Jug’s phone softly at the bed and went down the stairs to join her friends.

“I invited Kevin, he’s on his way.” Betty said, smiling. Jughead was sat beside Archie and was actually not paying attention.

A few minutes later, Kevin got in and they started drinking. Archie had convinced Jughead to drink a few. But a few got into a lot. And by a lot he is now wasted as fuck.

And the broken boy could only talk about is her.

Archie, Betty and Veronica were a bit satisfied and the only thing they’re waiting is for Jughead to say he wants to go to her house.

“And then, that’s it.” Jughead said drunkenly. “I just woke up one morning feeling she’s not happy anymore.”

Jughead sniffled, resting his elbow on the table as he rested his temple on his hand. “Betts, Kev and Ronnie,” Jughead sighed. “How about you three tell me why isn’t she happy with me anymore? Is it because I can’t be Archie?” He asked, pointing at his friend beside him who is looking at him worriedly. “Dammit, that is it.”

As Jughead said those words, he slammed his hands on the table and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Betty asked.

“To Y/N’s.” Jughead said and left the house, going all the way to the girl he once called his girlfriend before everything went to shit.

“Will he manage?” Veronica asked and Kevin shrugged.

“He will.” Archie said.

Jughead went straight to your door steps, knocking on the door loudly.

You, upstairs, was still lazy to go to sleep so you lay down, thinking about some stuff. The minute you heard the loud knock— banging actually, on the front door, your heart leapt. You were scared, so you ignored but after a few minutes, that someone started banging on the door again but this time with full force.

You stood up, walking downstairs. You looked through the peephole and sighed in relief as you saw Jughead. At least it wasn’t a killer.

You opened the door and Jughead was clearly drunk.

“You’re drunk.” You stated, looking at the boy who still wore his beanie.

“I don’t care.” Jughead mumbled, glaring at you.

You sighed, grabbing his wrist. “Come inside.” You said and pulled him in then close the door behind you. He almost trip to his feet, but luckily you caught him. You placed him on the couch, running to the kitchen to get him some water.

Jughead sighed, as he laid head over the top of the backrest, thinking about some stuff.

You returned from the kitchen and placed the glass of water on the coffee table, looking at Jughead.

“Why’d you got drunk?” You asked him quietly.

“Archie, Betty, Veronica and Kevin wanted to hang out and they brought some drinks and I got drunk.” Jughead mumbled.

“And they sent you here?” You asked softly.

Jughead shook his head. “I went here by myself to ask you why weren’t you happy with out relationship.” He mumbled, shifting on his position to get comfortable.

You looked at him curiously.

“Mm,” Jughead hummed, looking at you. “That reminds me. Why weren’t you happy with our relationship? Wasn’t I good enough? Were you in love with Archie? Were you going out with someone else behind my back?”

It hurt the way he said those words. Did he really not know that you were so in love with him?

“Jughead, gosh, I—”

“You what, Y/N? You did not know I felt that way? You were in love with me? You thought I did not care? Bullshit, Y/N.” He said, standing up to face you. He glared right at your eyes. His eyes full of anger and hurt. “That’s fucking impossible, everyone in town that Jughead Jones the Third was in love with the Y/N Y/L/N. Two different worlds that could never be.”

You sigh, frowning letting him speak.

“Is that why you don’t feel the same way as I do? Because we’re two different worlds. Everyone knew me as Reggie would say, spooky, scrawny, pathetic internet troll, smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak. Everyone knew you as the perfect girl that everyone wanted. Is that why? What, Y/N?” He snapped, his eyes full of tears by now. He was really angry at this time but you don’t want to talk about this. You are not ready and you doubt you will ever be.

“Jughead, you’re drunk.” You stated.

“Oh, no. I’m pretty sure I sober up and I’m thanking the other four they made me drunk or else I’ll never be here finding answers.” He said, letting the tears flow freely.

“Jughead, please.” You pleaded, grabbing his wrists but he slapped your hands away.

“Did you just use me for making the jock jealous? Did you just agreed to be my girlfriend just so the jocks—”

“The jocks! The motherfucking jocks! What’s your problem with them?!” You yelled, cutting Jughead off. “Why are you so fucking insecure of the jocks?”

“I don’t know, maybe because when we were still together you could leave me for any of them in just a snap of their fingers!” Jughead shot back.

“I don’t care about the damn forsaken jocks, I want you!” You yelled, grabbing his jacket with your fists as you closed your eyes, letting the tears flow. “You don’t get it, do you? I am so fucking in love with you and ever since you called it off, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I did something horrible to you.”

Jughead sighed, letting more tears go. “I broke up with you because I felt you weren’t happy anymore. The first few months has been hella happy and suddenly when I woke up it felt like you weren’t happy anymore.” Jughead mumbled.

“I wasn’t happy but not because of our relationship.” You said, sniffling. “It was because of a family problem. It started a few weeks before we started and it was getting worse until you asked me out, for the first time in weeks I felt really happy. You were the only light in the dark and I got too happy and I forgot about the shitty home life and I just… focused on us about being really happy until one day it got really really really worse and everything fell apart for me.”

Jughead held your hands to his lips, kissing them.

“I’m so sorry, Jughead.” You said, sobbing softly.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Jughead asked softly, brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumb.

“You have a lot going on with your home life and… I just… wooh.” You said, chuckling.

“I’m so sorry for giving up so easily on you, darling.” Jughead mumbled and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What the fuck?” You said with a laugh. “Did you just call me ‘darling’?”

“Way to ruin a moment.” Jughead says, laughing as he wiped his tears off. You laughed, removing his hands and did it yourself instead since you just wanted to.

“Fine then, let’s be cliche.” You said, laughing.

“Fine, just for one night.” He said with a joking groan.

“Hey, you started it.” You laughed and got your phone, playing the stripped version of ILYSB by Lany. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. But instead of dancing and all those shit, you embrace him instead.

“I love you so much, Jug.” You mumbled. “I’m so in love with you.”

Jughead sighed, kissing the side of your head. “I’m in love with you too as well, baby.” He said and you chuckled. “What?” He chuckled.

“I’m just not used to it.” You said, “You know, with you calling me pet names.”

“Then, get use to it because I’ll be doing it every now and then, sweetie.” Jughead said, laughing.

“You’re so cheesy.” You said, laughing lightly. Jughead pulled away a bit and looked into your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

You chuckled. “Wow, you ask permission to kiss me but not when you call me pet names.” You joked and he laughed. “Of course, you may.”

He pushed a strand of hair to the back of your hair, looking into your eyes before leaning and closed his eyes as he closed the gap, his lips meeting yours. You closed your eyes as you kissed back.

“We’re so fucking cliche.”

Cliché : Jughead Jones

request: Jughead x reader where you’re two sarcastic buddies and one day in sorta sneaks up on you that the reader might have feelings for him and it ends with him telling the reader when the feeling snuck up on him and it’s just really cute? If any of this makes sense?? 

 requested by: anonymous

A/N: I hope this is everything you wanted. It made sense to me, no worries. Again, this is an IMAGINE, so no hate about me “changing his asexuality.” I fully support that, but as of now on the show, they aren’t portraying that. xx aubree

warnings: none

word count: 550 (it’s short and I’m sorry.)

Y/H/C = your hair color

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Originally posted by jugheadjones94

“Jughead!” Y/N yelled for her friends attention, “Stop being an antisocial novelist for two seconds and help me.”

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Two Weeks Notice

His blood rushed loudly past his ears and he cleared his throat several times before finally managing to speak. ‘Two weeks?’

The firm nod from his soon-to-be-former-assistant brooked no argument.

Sherlock Holmes, self-made business mogul and genius with a knack for going through PR reps like tissue paper, was, for the first time, utterly baffled. 

‘I don’t understand.’ He stood and rounded his desk, a frown on his face, until he was standing in front of her. Molly Hooper. His assistant. His conscience. His voice of reason. The one person who, despite her diminutive stature and initial fumbling demeanor, had kept him in line and in good public standing for the better part of five years with a backbone of steel and an uncanny ability to charm even the most vicious reporter. 

She wouldn’t leave him… she couldn’t.

‘Are you no longer happy here, Miss Hooper?’

She turned her head before he could read her face, but he didn’t miss her flinch at his formal address. She took a deep breath before turning her gaze back to him. ‘I believe my services would be better utilized elsewhere.’

‘That’s not what I asked. Tell me, why are you leaving me?’

She looked down at her cherry-patterned blouse, tugged it straight, and cleared her throat. ‘Mr Holmes, the terms of my employment were clear in that, should either party be so inclined to terminate said employment, a notice of two weeks must be given. No where in the wording is it required that a reason be given.’

Sherlock cursed inwardly. ‘Miss Hoop-Molly, I thought we had developed an efficient rapport, even a friendship. If I have done something to cause you distress, please inform me so that I may rectify the situation.’ He slipped his hands into his pockets and ducked his head. ‘I have very few friends in my life and I would sincerely be loathe to lose you from my life.’

‘It is nothing you can fix, believe me,’ she replied, smiling sadly. 

Sherlock stepped toward her. ‘Molly-’

‘I’ve already begun vetting potential replacements,’ she interrupted, taking a step back. ‘Three months from now, it’ll be as if there was never any change. You’ll have forgotten all about me.’

Her smile was forced and a gnawing ache settled in Sherlock’s chest. No more chipper, bubbly smiles first thing in the morning as she brought him his coffee and handed him a folder with the relevant emails that had come through overnight. No more trying to hide his laughter in public spaces whenever she mumbled a sarcastic or morbid comment under her breath. No more watching her brilliantly smooth over his social faux-paus with a smile and perfectly-worded statements. 

No more Molly. 

‘What if I don’t want to forget you.’ His voice was dark and low. 

She replied with soft resignation. ‘We both know you excel at deleting extraneous information. And when I leave, that’s what I will become. Your work and empire will continue, your new assistant will do everything I’ve been doing for you, and nothing else in your life will change.’ 

Then with the strength he’d always admired in her, she straightened her shoulders and adopted a cool professional expression. ‘With that out of the way, I shall be off. You have a meeting with the Board in a half hour and I need to prepare the conference room.’ She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing at the door to call over her shoulder, ‘Don’t forget to wear the cufflinks Mr Haversham gave you; keeps you in his favour.’

The door clicked shut behind her with alarming finality and Sherlock fell back against his desk, stunned.

Two weeks. Two weeks and she would leave him. Why? Why was she leaving? He hadn’t offended her lately, insulted her clothing recently, or God forbid, forgotten to pay her! She had given no sign of discontentment or unhappiness working with him. If anything, she had thrived in her position, going above and beyond what he had even expected of her. 

So why would she leave?

Why would she stay?

The little voice that sounded a lot like his business partner, John, came unbidden to his mind. Sherlock froze. 

Why would she stay? If she received a better offer, he would understand that. But she gave no indication that she was looking for or taking a new position and no other company would dare even consider poaching her from him.

His legs were moving before he even thought to, propelling him across the room in record speed. He threw open the door and stormed out, sending a frightened intern scuttling after a flurry of papers she’d thrown in surprise. 

Sherlock paid the employees that parted around him like the Red Sea no mind. His singular focus was on finding his assistant and demanding a full explanation before talking her out of this irrational decision to leave him in the lurch. 

The lift was too slow and he bypassed it entirely, opting to thunder down the stairs to the ground floor. The conference room was in the center of the atrium and completely encased in glass windows that rose to the top of the three story-tall room. Transparency was the core of his business success; no underhanded dealings or hiding secrets. Made for a bumpy ride at times, but paid off in the long run. 

He straight-armed his way through the doors into the atrium; the steel doors slammed into the walls and echoed loudly in the tall room. Every head turned toward the sound and many craned their necks to watch as the C.E.O., President, and Notoriously Aloof Sherlock Holmes blew into the room with the force of a hurricane and narrowed in on the petite assistant who was speaking animatedly with the few board members who had arrived early.

He interrupted them unashamedly and furiously declared, ‘No. I refuse to accept your resignation.’

Molly looked over in surprise and a fierce blush stained her cheeks. Hastily excusing herself from the conversation, she hurried across the room. 

‘Mr Holmes, please-’

‘No, no more Mr Holmes,’ Sherlock snapped, uncaring that every ear was attuned to their discussion. ‘We have been on a first name basis for two years. We are friends, Molly. And friends don’t just quit. Not without reason.’

Molly looked around at their gaping audience and lowered her voice. ‘Sherlock, it’s…’ She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. ‘It’s complicated. Okay? You don’t understand and I get it, I do. Just… respect my decision.’ Her eyes were suspiciously bright. ‘Please.’

It was in that moment that Sherlock saw what he’d ignored for so long. The dilation of her pupils, the longing in her eyes, the soft way she would smile at him, putting aside her own personal life to help him, canceling dates at his last minute request when he needed her… the love that was woven in every word she spoke to him and every thing she did for him. 

And how deeply that love was reciprocated.

He reached out and caught her hand. ‘You’re wrong.’ He stepped closer and lifted his other hand to slip around the back of her head. Her breathing increased and her eyes widened. ‘I believe I do understand. Finally.’ 

‘Sherlock…’ The rest of her breathless words were stolen as he dipped his head and kissed her. 

Around them, the onlookers awed and cheered. Sherlock tuned them out, focusing all his attention on the woman in his arms and kicking himself for ignoring his heart for all these years.

And when John Watson, Sherlock’s business partner, arrived with the rest of the Board members minutes later, he smirked at the sight before him. A quick check to the calendar on his phone only made his smile widen. 

Seems he’d won the betting pool. 

Taegi’s Slave

Taegi’s Slave

Word count: 3.6k

Genre: smut

You were now in Yoongi and Taehyung’s apartment since you were their personal slave for the week. You had lost a bet to them the week before. You all were playing different games with them one night and decided to make it interesting. You were going to make them your personal slaves, but you lost and you were regretting making the bet in the first place.

Of course you were now in a skimpy maid outfit and black stilettos that Yoongi bought you. It honestly was a little weird for Yoongi to have gotten them for you, handing them to you with a gummy grin Monday morning. He was so quiet sometimes, so you figured he was probably the kinkest one out of all seven boys. Then again it was probably Taehyung who talked him into buying it for you. You knew they were going to try and make your life a living hell… and they did.

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Auston Matthews - Drunk and Jealous

anon request: okkk so could you do an auston matthews one where you’re drunk and dancing with guys and he gets jealous and takes u home & idk if u do smut but make it a lil nasty?

anon request: Auston Matthews fluff? :) x

i would do an auston matthews imagine any day! i love him sm️ and i don’t write smut but making out and kissing i can do so i hope this was okay and i hope it was at least a little fluffy cause i was kinda short:))

warnings: making out, kissing, cussing, mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

it was after an amazing goal scored by tyler bozak and a hard fought win we were out celebrating at a bar. i was having the time of my life dancing with all of the lady leafs. “y/n another shot?” one of the girls asked, i quickly nodded and took the shot from her hand and downed it receiving a few cheers as i threw my arms up in the air yelling along with them.

the shot was like fire down my throat but i loved it. i stumbled up the stairs to the vip where all of the guys were drinking beers and slightly dancing to music, “they look so awkward” i giggled with steph as she nodded helping me up the stairs, her being much more sober. “slow down there tiger your gonna hurt yourself” she laughed practically having to pull me up the stairs.

“aus!” i shouted trying to run over to him but almost falling over. “hey baby” he kissed my cheek and i pushed him away. “that is PDA auston!” i pointed my finger at his chest. morgan and mitch were beside me laughing at what was occurring in front of them. “and what are you laughing at you eleven year old and you over sized teddy bear” at that aus was laughing at the two boys, and so was william then matt joined in too.

“you know mitch i don’t even think your supposed to be in here” i shook my head at him disapprovingly. “sorry mitch” auston laughed and pulled me back to him. “she won’t remember this tomorrow” he smiled down at me.

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