i have never known the town ever

Anxious

A Bughead fic

Summary: Jughead attends a Riverdale High party with Betty, but his new Serpent status makes things a little more complicated

A/n: There’s a read more line! Sorry if you’re on mobile, it was just too long


Jughead approached the house with caution, his hand tightening around Betty’s a little more with each step. Music blared from the windows, a few people loitering on the lawn.

“It’s okay if we need to leave Jug. Really.” Betty’s doe eyes shone with concern, sensing his apprehension.

“No, of course we’re not leaving.” Jughead did his best to reassure her, sending a weak smile her way, “We’re already here, no way we’re turning back now.” 

She smiled at him, an obvious relief at his response flashing across her face before regaining her composure. 

“Okay. But if you need to leave just say the word and we’ll go.”

Jughead’s stomach twisted into knots as they crossed the threshold of the door. Almost immediately, he felt something crush beneath his step. Looking down, he saw it was an abandoned red solo cup and sighed. This was going to be a long night.

“Betty! Jughead!” Veronica’s voice rang out above the thumping bass. She practically tackled Betty, forcing Betty and Jughead’s hands apart. 

Betty laughed as she hugged Veronica, her smile wide with delight. “Hi V! How’s it going?”

Ohmygoodness B,” Veronica’s eyes grew wide, “You have already missed so much! I really have to tell you about…” her eyes flickered to Jughead, voice dropping significantly, “that thing we talked about earlier? C’mon, let’s get you a drink and I’ll tell you everything. Jug, you don’t mind if I steal her away for a minute, right?” 

Jughead felt a fresh wave of panic surge in his chest as Betty and Veronica looked at him expectantly. 

“Of course not.” He tried his best to sound convincing. “You two have fun.”

“Great thaaaaanks!” Veronica yelled over her shoulder, already taking Betty’s hand and dragging her toward the kitchen. Betty shot Jughead one last look of affection before turning to follow.

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Breakup - Zach

I’m writing this is 1st person for this one and this is mostly in flashbacks, showing their relationship and the girl’s feelings.

Y/F/N means your full name

Warnings: cussing (that warning is probably on all my pieces tbh)


Originally posted by void-obriens

Breakup - Zach

I took in a deep breath and checked my appearance in the mirror wiping away the moisture from my eyes hoping the redness would fade soon. Luckily, I was smart enough to decide not to do my makeup for exactly this reason. I knew seeing him would be too much. I thought I could handle it but he was just laughing with his friends as if nothing happened. I knew it was selfish of me to want him to be sad but I wish he was just so I knew that what we had was real. I wish I knew if he was in as much pain as me. Maybe that would make it at least a bit bearable.

Knowing going back to the cafeteria wasn’t an option I grabbed my bag from the bathroom floor and made a beeline straight towards the doors to the school. Now normally I wasn’t the type to skip school but that asshole always seemed to have an effect on me. I wasted no time getting into my car and pulling away from the school hoping putting some distance between us would make it better, though all it did was remind me of all the times he convinced me to ditch with him.


“Zach c’mon I have a bio test I can’t miss.” I whined as he grabbed my hand trying to practically pull me out of the school.

“I have an idea hold on.” He said pulling his phone out of his pocket, typing in a number and putting it to his ear, “Hello? This is Y/F/N’s dad. She’s sick so I was calling to sign her out so she can come home.”

I tried to hold in my giggles at his ridiculous voice. He had tried to make it deeper but he just sounded crazy. After exchanging a few more words he hung up and gave me a childish grin. For the millionth time, I realized I was dating a child.

“Now you’re excused. Let’s go.” He told me as he grabbed my hand again and led me out of the school. I knew it was a terrible idea to skip and my parents would probably find out but when I was with him I just didn’t care. We got into his car, checking around us to make sure there were no teachers or guards on campus.

“Where to m’lady?” He asked in a posh British accent.

“To the sunset.” I said dreamily trying to put on a fake accent.

“Gladly.” He told me, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling out of the parking lot. I turned up the music and plugged my phone in to the aux chord knowing he’d probably complain about my music taste.


It seemed like those moments were so far away even though it took place last week. It felt like our whole relationship was a dream, wonderful but not attainable. I guess I knew I had to wake up at some point. Trying to push my thoughts away I sped onto the highway hoping if I went fast enough I could escape my thoughts. My knuckles were turning white with my grip on the steering wheel and I tried not to focus on the fact that this was the car we have so many memories in. Almost anytime I got in my car I was reminded of our first road trip together. It was mid-summer and neither of us had told anyone – even our parents – that we were leaving.


He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other one was laced through mine as he gently rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand. I rolled my window down, letting the warm July air into the car. I was sure people from miles away could hear his music blasting but it didn’t even matter.

“I haven’t been to Disneyworld in years.” He said looking like an excited child. The huge grin on his face made me smile at how adorable he was. I leaned in to gently kiss his cheek before looking out at the window watching all the other cars zoom by. Everything felt so surreal, we didn’t plan our little road trip and it didn’t feel like it was really happening. But the feeling of his hand in mine and the whole world in front of us, was amazing. I was acutely aware of the fact that we could take off and just never come back. In that moment, it was me and him against the world.

“Maybe someday we can take our kids there.” He told me softly and stole a glance. I smiled at him feeling so lucky to have him by my side.


Part of me should’ve known we’d never have a life together. We’d never have kids. We’d never have that little suburban house we talked so much about. I should’ve known I wasn’t fit to be his wife. I should’ve known it was too good to be true. Fairy tales don’t happen to me. Prince Charmings don’t just prance into my life and take me away into the sunset so why would Zach be any different? Maybe it was my fault for building up this idea of a perfect guy in my head. Maybe it was my fault for expecting him to be a Prince.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel to ground myself back into reality and took a deep breath remembering to count back from ten.

Ten.

Maybe I should’ve done more.

Nine.

I should’ve kissed him harder.

Eight.

I should’ve fought harder.

Seven.

I shouldn’t have let him leave.

Six.

I shouldn’t have made him leave.

Five.

He was too good for me.

Four.

I should’ve known a guy like that would never stay with me.

Three.

Happy ever after will never exist for me.

Two.

I should’ve known I don’t deserve a prince.

One.

But I didn’t deserve to be hurt either.

I was easily going 90 mph but I still felt like I was crawling. I couldn’t escape my thoughts fast enough. I couldn’t escape him fast enough. I had no idea where I was going, all I knew was I had to get out of town for a few hours. I had to go somewhere that he hadn’t tainted with his memories. Deep down I knew he didn’t deserve to be thought of this much. I shouldn’t be beating myself up over something he did. But at the same time, he was the best thing I ever had and I hated the idea that maybe he wasn’t so good after all. So it was easier for me to think it was me. It’s easier for me to hate myself than him. 

The Perfect Shot

Part One

Originally posted by marorra

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: Jughead and the reader have hated each other for years, but are forced to work together when Betty recruits the reader for The Blue and Gold

It was not supposed to end like this: tied up in an abandoned building, dust stinging my eyes and something most definitely crawling up my leg. Wait, what’s that I see flushing itself down the toilet? Oh yeah, that would be my hopes and dreams for the future. Pretty sure they don’t accept corpses to college. A scholarship is no good to my dead ass. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to them. I knew Jughead Jones would do nothing but get me into trouble.

I guess I’ll start with the day it all changed; the day Betty Cooper approached me in the park.

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The Wedding Planner (Part 3)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 1,789.

Part 1 Part 2 

A/N: Shorter part than usual! But just wait to see what happens at the end. Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fics that have to do with angry/hate sex?

sure!

The Firing Line by thepinupchemist (WIP)

When Steve’s dad is diagnosed with cancer, Steve returns to his childhood home to support his mom – a small town called Gold Cliff, Colorado. Ten years before, he left Gold Cliff behind him, left his no-longer-best-friend Bucky Barnes behind him, with the intention of never seeing him ever again. But Bucky Barnes crash-lands back into his life nonetheless, long-haired and one-armed and haunted, keeping secrets from day one.

Filled with self-loathing and millennial angst, they agree to a mutually beneficial sexual relationship to blow off steam.

Steve should have known better than to think he could ever put Bucky Barnes behind him.

I Know Your Type by emphasisonem

“You don’t know-” the brunet growls, and it sends a frisson of heat through Steve’s body. “The first thing about me.”

Steve opens his mouth to respond, but the words die in his throat as the brunet claims his lips in a fierce kiss. Steve has every intention of pushing him away when his hands reach up to the broad chest before him, but instead he finds himself curling his fingers into the fabric of the other man’s shirt and pulling him closer.

The Beautiful Game by neversaydie

“Fuckin’ asshole.” Bucky grunts, shoving his thigh higher for Steve to rub off against and half hoping it hurts. “Pain in my ass.”

“Can arrange that.” Steve squeezes his ass through his shorts and Bucky swallows the embarrassing moan that tries to slip out. The aborted sound makes his teammate smirk, and Bucky could seriously punch him in the face right now. “S'what I thought. You need a dick in you, that’s why you’re all over the fuckin’ place. Slut.”

forever (and a day)

sanada yukimura x mc (misaki kasagi)

a/n: this one is for @bakers97, prompt 3 from this list - “it’s always been you.” this fic is a little different – i don’t want to spoil it, so i guess you’ll all just have to read and see why~

@jemchew @pasunny @naerial @demon-princess-anastasia

There’s a man who always comes into their restaurant when he’s in Kyoto.

He has blue eyes and hair the color of river pebbles, and a low voice that almost always stutters when he first speaks with her. There is a near-constant blush on his face until he has eaten his first bite, and then he smiles, boyish and carefree.

He’s built almost as big as Inuchiyo, is the first thing she notes—because not many people are as big as Inuchiyo—but he’s gentler than her childhood friend, less prone to boisterous and raucous conversations. He’ll gladly talk to anyone in the restaurant, but he speaks with an air of almost childlike excitability.

The man never gives his name, but she also never asks. Most of the time he looks like he’s been doing something casually active—he wears either a hoodie or a t-shirt, and the tightest pants she’s ever seen him wear are workout sweats that are cinched at the ankles.

He comes around at times few and far between, and without warning.

But no matter how much time passes, she recognizes him.

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A thief’s heart- Jeffmads- Chapter one

//This was lowkey inspired by six of crows (y’all should read that book)

Thomas Jefferson was a monster and he was damn proud of it. He ran the most dangerous gang in this wretched town after all. He built the town up from the ground and made it something worthwhile. He was just missing a spider. Someone who could move without making a sound, someone who could slit throats before the victim even got the chance to scream. An assassin. Now when he heard the infamous Raven was murdered, he thought there was no chance of finding an assassin that talented. Until he remembered she had a son. A son of her and a merchant king who dealt with bombs on the black market, well could you ask for a more dangerous mix?  He smirked, staring at the hotel. Cheap. A good way to hide.

“Kid’s smart.”
“Kid’s dangerous and is probably expecting us.” Alex added and Thomas shrugged.
“Let’s hope we live up to our expectations.”
“What if he outsmarts us?” Eliza asked softly, everyone knowing what she meant. ‘What if he outsmarts Thomas?’ Thomas shook his head.

“Trust me, songbird, we’ll get our spider.” He promised, walking up the stairs then hesitating as they reached the door.

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Flame Trees

For Arbor Day in the lovely US of A. Flame trees are actually native to Australia but whatevs - this is my drabble. Also this is named after an awesome Australian song, the Sarah Blasko version is great.

“Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver. And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town. There’s no change, there’s no pace, Everything within it’s place. Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around.”

Klaus insisted he would never set foot back in Mystic Falls after graduation and he’d been successful so far. After completing both his law degree and MBA at Harvard he’d been on track to do just that until his father had to go and die. Mikael Mikaelson always was a selfish bastard. He’d contemplated not returning for the funeral but Elijah had decided they suddenly needed to play happy families even though they all felt the same way about their father.

Mikael was a vindictive bully who made it his main aim in life to terrorise his four children even more so after their mother passed away when Klaus was only eight. He remembered the day of her funeral still so vividly.

17 years earlier…

Mikael had told him to stop blubbering like a baby and act like a real man. He’d escaped as soon as possible making his way along their long, winding driveway and down the street not sure where he was going but determined to put as much space between himself and that house full of bad memories.

Klaus loosened his tie and pulled it off roughly likening it to a tight noose around his neck but Mikael insisted he wore it because it was all about appearances after all. The Mikaelsons were one of the richest families in Mystic Falls and as such had a reputation to maintain. If only they knew what went on behind closed doors. Klaus looked up realising that he’d been so lost in his thoughts he’d wandered into the woods.

He found himself distracted by a particularly bright tree with an abundance of brilliant, scarlet flowers. Unlike most trees that stood tall, its branches drooped over, creating an umbrella effect. If there was anything Klaus wanted it was to hide and he found himself standing beneath it taking deep breaths to calm himself. He grabbed onto one of the lower branches and lifted himself up so he was sitting in the tree. It was the most at peace he’d felt all day.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He looked down curiously at the familiar, curly haired blonde with blazing, blue eyes.

“I thought that was obvious,” he growled. Klaus really wasn’t in the mood and Caroline Forbes was the kind of company he didn’t need especially on today of all days.

“You’re sitting in my tree,” she insisted, her hands now on her hips.

“You don’t own it,” he scoffed.

“Yes, I do,” she drawled, pointing to her initials engraved on the trunk.

“Just because you put your initials on it doesn’t mean it’s yours,” he argued. Klaus wasn’t one to back down from a fight especially with Caroline Forbes of all people. She was a year below him at school but he’d never spoken to her. He certainly didn’t regret that decision at all now. “Just leave me alone, I’m not in the mood today.”

“Because of your mom?” He raised his eyebrows in her direction, given how small the town was Klaus shouldn’t have been surprised.

“I don’t want to talk about her,” he murmured, trying not to descend into that blubbering baby his father had accused him of being earlier. Not to be deterred, Caroline took hold of a nearby branch and swung up into the tree beside him. “You don’t climb so badly, you know for a girl.”

“I’ve also got a pretty good right hook that could knock you out of this tree, Mikaelson,” she shot back. That was the first time he’d actually smiled in a while and Klaus remembered just how good it felt.

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random assorted romcom au thoughts, bc i wanted to get them down somewhere:

paul is new to town and a music teacher at a relatively elite private school in the city, something that as a kid, he himself never would have been able to afford. he got a good education as a result of a scholarship, but still keenly feels the difference whenever speaking to the parents of his students and the like. mr. mccartney is known to be a fun and engaging teacher that kids love. wears a lot of sweater vests and the like. does yoga and is a vegetarian. wants to own a dog but the apartment super doesn’t allow pets.

john probably went to school for art or the like, which his aunt mimi didn’t approve of but it was better than him skipping higher education altogether. he now owns a secondhand bookshop that employs like two other people on a good day. owns a cat. once had his twitter account confiscated by ringo and george because he’s been known to get a little tipsy and make drunk tweets about his exes, most recently and notably stuart. considers a leftover hot pocket a full-course meal. in the middle of two crazy sets of neighbors, to his right is a guy whose name he isn’t 100% sure of so john just calls him “magic alex”, because he claims he’s inventing things over there. mick and keith live on the other side, enjoy catching up with the daily drama of john’s hopeless love life (his apartment has thin walls, which proves to be a hassle with both neighbors for different reasons).

george has a flower shop and is currently in the “off” part of the on-and-off-again relationship with his sort of-girlfriend pattie, in order to forget about his own sorry state, john’s pretty committed to taking george’s mind off of things through any means possible (“and the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else”). ringo is the only one of them about to get married, which john considers a betrayal of interest, but he’s also the first one he had pegged for such a thing. there is definitely gonna be a scene at the reception of said wedding where john is acutely feeling like a lonely bastard.

john and paul either meet at the bookstore or at a vinyl shop. paul also knows stuart, astrid and klaus, fancy art gallery runners, and so they keep running each other at social events. john falls pretty damn hard really quick.

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To whom it may concern, 

In the nearly 10 years that I have known Luke Danes, I have come to know him as an honest and decent man. He’s also one of the most kind and caring persons I have ever met. I’m a single mother, and I raised my daughter by myself, but once Luke Danes became my friend in this town, I never really felt alone. Luke and I have had our ups and downs over the years, but through it all, his relationship with my daughter, Rory, has never changed. He’s always been there for her no matter what. He was there to celebrate her birthdays. He was there cheering her on at her high school graduation. Luke has been a sort of father figure in my daughter’s life. With his own daughter, Luke wasn’t given the opportunity to be there for her first 12 years, but he should be given that opportunity now. Once Luke Danes is in your life, he is in your life forever. I know from personal experience what an amazing gift that is, and not to allow him access to his daughter would be to seriously deprive her of all this man has to offer, and he offers so much. Thank you for your time. 

Sincerely, Lorelai Gilmore

A reboot of a classic...

Recently I posted a theory about A possibly taking over as the writer of Ezra’s book. This is an offshoot of that idea. I’m sorry, it reads like a thesis… And it just incorporates some new information into an older theory. But there may still be some nuggets of truth in there.

I’ve really imagined that’s what Ali was always after. Faking her own death, and creating all this epic drama… Planning it for at least a year… So that she could become this legendary mysterious creature. And if and when she returned, a media sensation beyond any that have ever been known.

I imagine her connecting up with the original A… Her A… (Mona apparently…) and striking a deal. Let’s work together. You make me a legend, and I make you a legend too. I have dirt on everyone in this town. I can use it to get money, and we can use it to destroy everyone. Between the interviews and book deals ,once this story breaks, you’ll never have to work again. Ali and Mona recruited some willing and unwilling volunteers to her master team. People who don’t even know that they’re helping Ali. They think they’re getting proper revenge. Which is why Grunwald would see that someone is after her. Someone she fears.

Ali planted the seed of this book to Ezra before she disappeared. The whole reason she was coming onto him and dating him was to determine his talent and character. She chose the writer of her story. All he had to do was lay out the facts that she had carefully plotted for him. He just had to follow the facts , and tell exactly the story she set up.

But something went wrong. One of her recruits found out who they were helping and why.. And they became, to Ali, the A she had created for her friends. And Ezra stopped writing his book. Maybe when A sent that note to Arias parents, it was as revenge because it’s about the time he had stopped pursuing the book. He was never going to finish it and tell her story…That’s the real reason she didn’t want the girls to look for her. She wasn’t ready to be found out yet. Her story is unfinished.

She’s growing more desperate. Her recruits are dwindling. They’re switching teams, ganging up against her. Mona doesn’t want to be in charge of this operation anymore. A starts helping the girls in their own twisted way (the former As if you will) , by slowly helping them to see that Ali is alive. A changes their signature, and their modes of communication because they’re running out of time, money and secrets to use against the girls. Now they’re just buying time and building more stories with misdirection.

when the girls confront Ali , she responds with a flustered and cavalier “ did you miss me?” Because this wasn’t supposed to happen. In later episodes she appeals for help, says she scared, and she wants to come home. She’s had to change tactics. When we see her reaching out to Shana, looking scared… Devastated that she didn’t get the money… Her fear and distress was palpable because it was real. She is scared of somebody. And she doesn’t know who anymore. And she’s made such a web of lies, that she trapped herself in it.

Perhaps when Shana encountered A ( or whoever that was.) in her car,they told her the truth. The bigger truth. Gave her proof that Ali is using her as a weapon. That’s why she broke her phone and her connection to Ali. Then when Shana calls Emily and insists she send the money to the Walingford po box… That’s her ensuring that the money doesn’t get to Ali. If the money goes to her former a team, then Ali can never get the money from Em. And she’d find a way. Because Emily is fiercely loyal to Ali. So they’re going to draw Ali out by cutting off all her resources.

Routing back to what I had previously posted about A taking over writing this story… The former As are taking over this story. They’re going to ensure it gets published, but with the truth about Alison in it. Every dirty Ali evil exposed in this story. The true story of Alison DiLaurentis.

The Killers Starter Sentences

“I just can’t take this, I swear I told you the truth.”
“It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?”
“I said, heaven ain’t close in a place like this.”
“But then you took me by surprise; I’m dreaming bout those dreamy eyes.”
“I got a blanket in the back seat on my mind.”
“So if the answer is no, can I change your mind?”
“Your body’s shaking, and it’s clear you really need it, so let go.”
“I’ve got this energy beneath my feet, like something underground’s gonna come up and carry me.”
“How do you know that you’re right if you’re not nervous anymore?”
“You’ll remember me.”
“But my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to, and my eyes, they don’t see you no more.”
“I never really gave up on breakin’ out of this two-star town.”
“I don’t feel like loving you no more.”
“I did everything, everything I wanted to. I let them use you for their own ends.”
“Was it love or was it just easy?”
“I woke up a little too late to lie.”
“And when you come back in from nowhere do you ever think of me?”
“You should have known by now you were on my list.”
“Don’t you wanna come with me? Don’t you wanna feel my bones on your bones?”
“Ain’t we all just runaways?”
“I swore on the head of our unborn child that I could take care of the three of us.”
“Don’t want your picture on my cell phone. I want you here with me.”
“But I’m not sure how this natural selection picked me out to be a dark horse running in a fantasy.”
“I’ve been killing just for fun.”
“And sometimes I hear you, the galaxy sings your song.”
“The cops, they’ll steal your dreams and they’ll kill your prayers.”
“And yes, it’s true that I’m not the man I used to be, but, I still need some company.”
“Darling, don’t you see I’m not satisfied?”
“Where’s your selfish kiss?”
“Through the sunshine, through the rain, I’m gonna be your prize fighter.”

Oh my god here we go!!! FIRSTLY: Hi, I’m theo and I like all things horror so hit me up with all the angst and trauma. I’m super dooper excited to start plotting with everyone so just jump into my IM’s if you’re interested in plotting with this little munchkin!! god help me I forgot what I wrote on the app…

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Drifter (Teenage Sam x Reader)

Note: I know it’s not part number whateverthefuck of my whateverthefuck series, but I can’t seem to write anything good for that just yet, so bare with me. In the mean time, here’s some teenage Sam to keep you amused and yadda yadda yadda LETS GO!

Summary: You’d never actually met either of the Morgan boys, but the eldest was pretty well known around town. His shenanigans were always the talk of the school; not that you ever bothered with petty gossip. You had a “business” to run - money to make. You didn’t expect to run into Samuel Morgan in the dead of night, but alas, you did. Who’d have thought that one cocky teenage delinquent would get along so well with another cocky teenage delinquent? 


You stroll down the dimly lit street with your hands in the pockets of your oversized leather jacket. Your two friends – more like associates, really – follow either side of you.

“Hey, Y/N, did you get a pack of those smokes? The ones with the fancy gold logo?” Asks Jordan, the older of the two twins – a slender boy, with greasy hair.

“You know I did,” you sigh as you round the corner and start walking up the road that houses the St. Francis boys’ home.

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okay i know we all have headcanons about Insecure Jack but let’s talk about insecure bitty for a moment

•bitty, who grew up closeted in a tiny southern town where he never felt like he fit in

•bitty, who was a fantastic figure skater but always afraid of being a disappointment to his dad because that’s not “masculine enough”

•bitty, the smallest guy on the team constantly surrounded by impossibly hot 6’ guys (not that bitty isn’t hot but who ever thinks of themself as hot? especially when they grew up like bitty did?)

•bitty, whose crush canonically has the best ass known to man and is just generally hot as hell, convinced that jack not only is straight and uninterested but is also way out of his league

•bitty, who probably wonders if jack isn’t dating down (“an nhl player dating some college kid? why would he ever want to?”)

•bitty, who’s finally learning to love himself and take pride in who he is

bonus: jack and bitty both think the other is way too good for them but are so happy anyway and it’s just this sort of beautifully confused harmony that just works

Temporary Home

Characters – TFW x Reader

Summary – The reader, an occasional hunting buddy of the Winchesters, wishes for a permanent home.

Word Count – 1,852

Warnings – None

A/N – Written for @lunarsaturn88’s 28th Birthday Song Celebration.  Happy birthday!!!  My prompt was Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood

Originally posted by padalickmyballs

Your name: submit What is this?


You hadn’t really wanted to go out to the bar; what you’d really wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget everything until tomorrow.  But Sam and Dean had looked so disappointed when you said you didn’t want to go. You didn’t get to see them often, so you felt bad about cutting your visit short.  Tomorrow you’d go your separate ways, and you’d head east to another motel in another town for another hunt.  So, you sucked it up, got cleaned up, and joined them at the bar.

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Return To Sender

Inspired by a real life mail mix-up, though mine sadly was not a meet-cute. Just a confusing annoyance.

Dear Kurt Hummel,

Your package was delivered to me by mistake. I called the company to fix it, but as it was a post office mix-up they said there was nothing they could do. So I thought I’d just send it to you myself. It’s clearly very important. Apologies for the trouble!

Best regards,

Blaine Anderson.

p.s. Sorry for opening it! I realized too late that is wasn’t mine! I wasn’t being nosy, I swear.

p.p.s. You have excellent taste in binge-watching material.

Dear Blaine Anderson,

FINALLY my “Being Bobby Brown” marathon can begin. I have been unduly suffering. Seriously, you are so kind to send my late-night Ambien fueled purchase to me, express mail no less! I’ll be honest, I probably would have just tossed it. (I’ll be more honest, I would have been nosy, opened it, and then probably would have just kept it for myself.) So thank you. Here is a gift card to cover the cost of shipping. I hope you like coffee.

Thanks again,

Kurt H

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Mini!alpha Fluff For Emmy Love

“What is that?” Stiles asks, as he peers cautiously into the shallow box his dad has set on their kitchen table.

“It’s a mini!alpha,” says his dad, looking pleased with himself.

The little creature (Stiles guesses it’s a mini!alpha, maybe) inside growls and spits, flashing tiny fangs and little pinprick claws. Stiles’ brow creases in confusion. “I thought they were supposed to be, um, cute?”

The little thing is awfully hairy. And angry. It does have a big foofy tail, Stiles supposes that’s kind of cute.

“You don’t like him?” His dad asks, sounding shocked, surprise halting his after work ritual of peeling himself out of his Sheriff’s jacket and grabbing for a box of Ho Hos up in the cabinetry.

Stiles points an accusing finger at his Dad’s outstretched arm. “They’re not in there,” he warns dangerously. “And wait,” Stiles’ brain catches up with the implications of his father’s previous question, “you mean, he’s for me? He’s mine? I can keep him?”

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i have known this guy forever and hadn't seen each other in a really long time, there is a lot tension between us. he's honestly the hottest guy i have ever seen. anyways, he was in town and literally i've never been so drunk, later that night he invited me down to where he was sleeping and it was pitch black dark and just grabbed me and started eating me out and then picked me up and sat me on his face. hottest thing ever.