there is no clock on my business!

  • *Daddy and me out on our trip to the beach we took a while back. We had to sleep in separate rooms, because we went with our school.*
  • Daddy: *texting me* It's way past your bedtime. Got your shower done?
  • Me: *texting back* yep. I'm not tired tho.
  • Daddy: baby, we've got a busy day tomorrow. It's 12 o'clock now. You'll be a grouchy girl if you don't go to sleep.
  • Me: no I won't! I'm not going to sleep!
  • Daddy: you're being so fussy today. Baby, what's wrong?
  • Me: I just... I don't have any of my stuffies, we can't FaceTime because there are other people in our rooms, and I'm scared.
  • Daddy: why are you scared, princess?
  • Me: I'm in a new place. I'm not familiar with my surroundings.
  • Daddy: don't worry, babygirl. you're safe, I promise. I'm just one floor above you. Lock your door, put in your headphones if you want, and try to get some sleep.
  • Me: okay, dada. Thank you.
  • Daddy: you're welcome, princess. Sweet dreams! I love you so very much.
  • Me: I love you too, daddy.
Hurt

Eisuke Ichinomiya x MC

Request from Anon: Hi! Could you do #16 with Eisuke please?
Prompt: “What do you want me to do??” “GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK!”
Warnings: Angst

The penthouse suite was silent as I sat on the oversized bed, waiting for the owner of the bed to come back. The owner of the hotel. The owner of me. He had left a few hours ago, claiming he had business to attend to, and I hadn’t heard anything from him since. I wasn’t sure how many hours he had been gone, it could range from two to four hours, but my mind was too clouded of thoughts about him to take notice of the clock. Everything I did in my life was for Eisuke Ichinomiya, he is in my life so much that even when he’s not with me he’s stuck in my mind. Which I’m positive is his doing, he can do pretty much anything you can imagine. Money and power gives him the ability to control nearly every aspect of his own life and those around him. I wonder what business he is doing, he very rarely tells me where he’s going or what he is planning. Its most probably illegal but I have resigned myself to the fact most of the things he and the other auction managers do are illegal. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing, I glance up and see the man whose riddled in my thoughts looking at me with a blank expression on his face.

He strode over to the bed, stopping in front of me and taking my chin in his hand, lifting it up so that we made eye contact.
“Why didn’t you answer my phone calls?” His voice was harsh, making his words sound cut throat. I let out a soft sigh, glancing over at my phone sitting on his bedside table.

“I fell asleep…” I lie, the truth was, I didn’t want to talk to him. Before he had left we had argued over a dress he had picked out for me to wear to the next I.V.C. I hate the dress but he argues that it’s not up to me to love it or hate it, I must wear it.

“That’s not good enough. You know you must answer within 3 rings when I call you.” He narrowed his eyes at me and his lips curled up into a small smirk. “You need to be punished. But I’m feeling kind. So, I will allow you to tell me where you want me to touch you first.” He let go of my chin and shrugged off his suit jacket, throwing it onto the chair beside the bed. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes to avoid tears spilling onto my cheeks. This is not what I want to happen. For months on end now, Eisuke has been using me as his toy with the excuse that he owns me. I have no idea if he cares for me or not, which is driving me insane. Yes, he treats me well sometimes, and he’s never physically hurt me. But sometimes hurting someone mentally and emotionally can be worse than harming them physically. My silence had annoyed him, and he clicked his tongue impatiently. “___ Hurry up and answer me. What do you want me to do?” This tipped me over the edge, and I couldn’t hold onto my feelings or my tears anymore, both slipping out.

“GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK!” My words came out louder than I anticipated, tears rolling down my cheeks leaving a cold sensation in their path. I was surprised to see Eisuke flinch at my outburst, not having suspected that something like that would surprise the cold heart man. His eyebrows pulled together in a frown and he took a step away from me.

“Give me back the 20 million I spent on you and I will give you your life back.” He growled, turning on his heel and storming over to the door, walking through it and slamming it behind him.


Your hands came up to your face, soft sobs falling against your palms trying to mask the sounds of your broken heart. You couldn’t help it when you fell in love with him, but you also couldn’t help wishing that you had never been sold at that auction. You often wondered what your life would have been like had you chosen one of the other auction managers to have bought you when you had the option. Your hands came down from your face and you watched the door, hoping that the man you loved would come back through the door any minute now. You wanted to stay with him but the emotional turmoil he put you through wasn’t worth it. Little did you know that Eisuke’s heart had broken in two when you had snapped at him, asking for your life to be given back to you. His love for you was something he could never show you, him not knowing how to love someone without hurting them. He sat down on the couch in the living room, putting his head in his hands. The question playing on his mind whether he should let you go. Keeping you meant hurting you more, letting you go meant hurting himself more. For once the man who could do anything, didn’t have an answer for his problem.

Why “Beauty and the Beast” was actually pretty great:
  • the music is not good, it’s great
  • production design, costumes (even the freaking yellow dress which is actually quite gorgeous on camera), everything is truly beautiful and quite breathtaking at moments
  • the acting was surprisingly wonderful. it’s disney, it’ll be cheesy at moments—but for the most part, it was terrific
  • this is not a childish adaptation
  • when it gets dark, it gets DARK. 
  • g a s t o n
  • new songs! new character development! 
  • the cgi is not even that bad. in fact, there are moments when it’s pretty seamless. the practical sets and effects compensated for it, in my mind.
  • and when it’s wonky? you won’t care because you’ll be too busy smiling
  • there is some hilarious shit in this movie
  • the beast’s expressions are actually amazing; you can really see the actor moving beneath them 
  • T H E    M U S I C
  • you get to see little kids and adults all freaking out the whole time
  • SIR IAN MCKELLEN PLAYS A CLOCK AND IS AWESOME AT IT
  • emma watson will make your heart stop she is so beautiful
  • sneaky political/ethical gestures that made me cheer
  • this movie is so pure and we need that right now
  • and by the end? i just started laughing and crying—in excess joy. i couldn’t believe it. i’ve never been moved by a movie like that in my life.
  • it won’t please everybody but if you loved the original and if you are prepared to attempt to enjoy it for what it is—a colorful, painterly, vibrant adaptation of a beloved story—then go watch it.

favourite parts of beauty and the beast

  • THE INTRO AND THE WAY IT ZOOMS INTO THE CASTLE AND THE ORIGINAL INTRO MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND LIKE FUCK ME UP
  • THE FUCKING SCENERY. LIKE SAME WITH CINDERELLA I HAVE DECIDED THAT THE LIVE REMAKES OF ALL THE DISNEY FILMS ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST AND IT’S BECAUSE OF THE SCENERY
  • THE CGI IN THIS FILM IS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE OK
  • “trust me ladies…it’s never going to happen”
  • THE BE OUR GUEST SCENE
  • literally lefou. everything about him made this fucking film
  • “i just realised i’m illiterate and i’ve never had to spell it out loud before”
  • ALSO WAS THAT A BI MAN I SPIED WITH MY LITTLE EYE DURING THE “how is your wife” SCENE
  • “are you busy” “no”
  • père robert being a fuckign badass
  • stanley tucci. enough said
  • “i want adventure in the great wide somewhere, i want it more than i can tell” like that whole scene gave me chills the way she’s standing on the top of the hill and you can see down into all the little valleys it’s so magical
  • THE DESIGN OF THE CASTLE LIKE IT WAS SO ASTOUNDING I COULD BARELY BREATHE
  • IAN FUCKING MCKELLEN
  • “please turn back into a clock. please turn back into a clock”
  • EMMA THOMPSON LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
  • when belle says that her favourite shakespeare play is rom and jules and the beast is like “why is that not a surprise”
  • THE LIBRARY SCENE
  • “was that a joke? are you making jokes now?”
  • gaston talking to himself in the mirror
  • “you are the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever seen. nobody deserves you” same buddy same
  • “i’m not done with you yet” “me neither”
  • CHIP. IS. THE. SWEETEST
  • belle throwing a snowball at the beast and he’s just like “right” and fuckign decks her
  • THE WHOLE MRS. POTTS AND LEFOU SCENE
  • “we’re in a bad place right now” “you’re too good for him anyway”
  • THE TALE AS OLD AS TIME SCENE WHEN THE LIGHTS COME DOWN FROM THE CIELING FUC K ME UP
  • “happy place, gaston, happy place”
  • “the widows!” “oh, the widows”
  • “are there any other tasteless demands you wish to make upon my artistry?” “no, that’s it”
  • garderobe changing the three thugs and one of them looking fucking fabulous
  • LEFOU AND THE THUG DANCING AT THE BALL
  • “have you ever considered growing a beard?”
  • HIS FUCKING GROWL AT THE END
Thirteen Kinds of Hope by Lemony Snicket

There are, also, thirteen types of hope, also described here chronologically:

1) “I hope that my alarm clock went off accidentally in the middle of the night and so it’s not dawn.”

2) “I hope that the quiet camaraderie of breakfast extends throughout the planet.”

3) “I hope that this newspaper is kidding.”

4) “I hope that I look busy to anyone invested in my busyness.”

5) “I hope that I manage not to say what is on my mind whilst speaking with this professional associate.”

6) “I hope that clock is playing a trick on me.”

7) “I hope that the talk at cocktail time is imaginative and hilarious.”

8) “I hope cauliflower is not involved overmuch.”

9) “I hope someone else is doing the dishes.”

10) “I hope that this book improves.”

11) “I hope that noise was nothing.”

12) “I hope that the most obvious and embarrassing interpretation of this dream is off-base in some way I have not yet determined.”

13) There is a thirteenth type of hope, difficult to describe, which occurs outside the confines of the clock – the only one which matters.

SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader

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A/N: Okay ya’ll there is at least going to have to be a part 2 to this because it’s getting so long. I’ve had this idea brewing for a while, so let me know what you think! (And watch for part 2 later this week)


You stepped out of the elevator, your bright lapis blue suede high heels clicking softly with each step. You were wearing the usual on top – a fitted black dress, as was dress code. Today, your dress had triangular shaped mesh cut outs. Might as well go out with a bang, you thought whilst dressing yourself this morning. Your gold necklace continued to bounce with each step you took as you approached the corner that would take you directly past the boss’s office.

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Tricks (Part 1)

Request: Hello! How are you? Could I request a Joker x Reader where the he and his friends are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and joker ends up betting he can seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a ‘10 things I hate about you’ scenario haha Thanks lovie

A/N: I COMPLETELY fell in love with this idea this is cute AS FUCK. Part 1 of ??

Pairing: Joker x reader 

Summary: Joker makes a bet he can seduce the reader but finds out he’s met his match. 

Warnings: Sexual implications? Probably swearing? Joker stuff. 

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

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RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2



It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

Caught in the Rain- Bucky x Reader(f)

Authors notes: Since y’all love the fluff….lol This one is from my requests! Thanks @tatortot2701. Also, I rushed to get this out so forgive me for spelling or grammar errors..

Prompt: Okay, get this. Coffee shop au with Steve and Bucko

Notes/Warnings: Vomit worthy fluff and kissing.

Originally posted by seabasschino

 Your alarm clock buzzed and you smiled wide. Six am was no reason to grin but going to get your morning coffee was. You’re local shop was run by two of the cutest baristas in the entire world, and you had the hots for one in particular.

 You showered quick and braided your hair into a messy bun- which worked for business casual- and slipped on your favorite dress and heels. Okay, you were trying extra hard today but with good reason.

 Today was the day you would ask out James. At least you would if you could muster up the courage. You checked your make-up one more time and grabbed your purse and rushed out the door.

 The walk down the street was actually not terrible. A little dark and gloomy with the oncoming storm but, you were other wise distracted by thoughts of your dark haired dream boat. He always smiled at you when he took your order and would stepped away from the register to make your coffee himself.

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I’m a busy man. Got two caution signs to remind me to slow down sometimes. Got a vibrating megaphone. Clocks. Radiation. Four goats. Got half a tank of simple columnar epithelial tissue. 60% through my day. Half a tank of gas. And it’s only 10:50.

13 Types of Hope, by Lemony Snicket

(From Twitter, 23 February 2017)

There are, also, thirteen types of hope, also arranged chronologically… [in addition to 13 kinds of despair] /

1) “I hope that my alarm clock went off accidentally in the middle of the night and so it’s not dawn.” /
2) “I hope that the quiet camaraderie of breakfast extends throughout the planet.”/
3) “I hope that this newspaper is kidding.” /
4) “I hope that I look busy to anyone invested in my busyness.” /
5) “I hope that I manage not to say what is on my mind whilst speaking with this professional associate.” /
6) “I hope that clock is playing a trick on me.” /
7) “I hope that the talk at cocktail time is imaginative and hilarious.” /
8) “I hope cauliflower is not involved overmuch.” /
9) “I hope someone else is doing the dishes.” /
10) “I hope that this book improves.” /
11) “I hope that noise was nothing.” /
12) “I hope that the most obvious and embarrassing interpretation of this dream is off-base in some way I have not yet determined.” /
13) There is a thirteenth type of hope, difficult to describe, which occurs outside the confines of the clock – the only one which matters.

The Labyrinth Chapter 37

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.4k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

A/N: This contains smut, so for all my non-smut readers out there: beware…

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7 Minutes in Hell (Jughead Jones x Reader)

A/N: Not Valentine’s Day related at all but hey, whaddaya know, I’m on the Riverdale train and I love Jughead so here you go! 

Word Count: 2328

This was not how I planned on spending my Saturday night.

It was customary to go to the Blossom mansion for the usual weekend fun, even more now that I was a Vixen than before. Her parents were a bit more lenient on the underage drinking, assuming we were coping with the discovery of Jason’s body, and we were all crowded around the living room coffee table doing everything but mourning his death. All was well until of course it was time for Seven Minutes in Heaven. I turned to hug the wall when Cheryl set her sights right on me.

She didn’t believe that I was Vixen material and was hellbent on making me prove myself ever since I made the squad. She hated me enough to keep me on the squad just so I’d be out of my element and as uncomfortable as possible, and I hated her enough to prove to her I could be just as much as a Vixen if not more than her. Our rivalry ran deep from the time we were kids to now, and I didn’t see it changing anytime soon.

“Y/N? Be a jewel and start the night’s festivities, will you?”

I gave her the same fake smile I’d grown used to giving her by this point. “Of course.” I went to the coffee table and spun the empty beer bottle to see who’d I get to spend one-on-one time with in Cheryl’s coat closet. We were having a stare down when the bottle stopped, landing between Moose and someone I never expected to be anywhere near a Cheryl Blossom party. I opened my mouth to invite Moose to the closet when Cheryl rushed to cut me off.

“Jones! Looks like it’s your lucky day,” she said with a sinister smirk. I grit my teeth and grinned, looking down at Jughead.

He sighed, his face unamused as he took the final sip of his beer before hopping up. “Lucky. That’s one word for it…” He turned and made way for the coat closet without another word, which I took as my cue to follow him.

“See you in seven minutes,” Cheryl sang behind us.

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Amortentia

Originally posted by sugutie

Words: 4,778.

Genre: Hogwarts!AU, fluff.

Summary: Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook was handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook was a god and they would say he smelled like the purest form of any man with a harmonious smell of musk, cedar wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest, spices, and black coffee – but they couldn’t have been more wrong.

A/N: I have no idea what made me want to write this but it was fun and I’m most definitely thinking of making an au for all the boys.

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Thank you for your efforts to heal my poor heart! ❤ - Submitted by @emilyymichelle Thank you, love!

Warnings: Mild bad language.


This was irresponsible, stupid even… and yet here you were, following the orders of an anonymous text message that directed you to meet said mystery person at a very fancy restaurant at seven o’clock sharp.

You arrived early to scope the place out, not being familiar with such high-living as your hunter life rarely afforded you such luxury. The place seemed busy, lots of witnesses, and you were sure whom ever sent the message wouldn’t try anything with that many people around.

Bracing yourself and squaring your shoulders, you walked in through the door, pausing a moment to scan the place. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but it suddenly struck you that you had no idea who you were looking for.

A shrill noise from your phone alerted you to a text message.

‘At the bar’ it read.

You meandered through the tables, scoping out expensive looking dishes that people were enjoying, and headed towards the bar and the back. Your eyes focused on the only occupant as you subconsciously felt around for your gun, making sure it was still tucked into the back of your pants in case it were needed.

When you got close enough, the figure turned to look at you, expression softening and cheeky smile spreading across his face.

“You asshole” you nearly sobbed, running into him hard enough that you nearly knocked him off his stool as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“Well, that’s certainly not the greeting I was expecting” Crowley teased back at you, slipping his arms around your waist.

“I thought you were dead, you jackass!” you nearly shrieked, unable to keep a few of the tears from slipping from your eyes, causing anyone near by to turn at look at you with disgust at your outburst. You hardly paid them any mind as you leaned back from Crowley and gave him a rough swat to the arm.

“All parlor tricks, darling. I’m afraid you can’t get rid of me that easily” he assured, pulling you back into his embrace.

His confident exterior aside, there was a desperation in his touch, a feeling that told you that you weren’t the only one who was afraid that we wouldn’t make it back. Regardless of whatever happened, he was back now, and that was all that mattered.


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Heathens- [smutandahalf]

A Scruffy Hoes Production

Author: smutandahalf

Rating: NSFW 18+

Words: 3599

Warning: This is darker than what I usually write. It doesn’t have any triggers but I just wanted you guys to know it’s different from my usual stuff.

A/N: Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat? That’s for you to decide..

Originally posted by genjjishimada

     There is something very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, something strange and dark. I glance over at him, sitting at his desk with his head pressed into his hands and his eyes clenched closed. I turn slightly looking around curious if anyone else has seemed to pick up on it. Something is wrong and not a single other person seems to notice, a cold trickle slides down my spine and I quirk my head at him curiously. How strange that he seems so invisible to them. Brushed to the side by his best friend who seems to jump in terror of his own shadow, invisible to the girl who has been clinging to his arms for weeks who has always seemed to be balancing precariously on the line between wild child and wild animal, and overlooked by his father who seems to be too focused on figuring out what is going on in this god forsaken town. Yes, something is very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, and yet no one seems to notice but me.

          The bell rings, and he’s out of his desk and through the door faster than I can blink. I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I gather my things, moving slowly as I deliberate on what I should do next. With a certain level of blind curiosity I decide that from this day on if no one else is going to notice him then I’ll be sure that I do. The unseen can always see the invisible.

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I Give Up - part 1 (A Baekhyun Series)

Genre: fluff

Characters: Baekhyun X You/reader

Description: so Baekhyun comes into your parents dry cleaning shop. You were just trying to live. But Baekhyun is Baekhyun.

A/N: Pfffftttt, like I need another series. Christ. Alright guys, I love baek and he needs to get lucky so here a series for him. It’s gonna be smut later. This is just fluff for now.


I Give Up - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 , part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22


“Adenohypophysis”

“Adenohypophysis”

“Neurohypophysis”

“Hypophysis”

You repeated the words over and over, memorizing the sound of them on your mouth. You had a big test coming up for your Neurophysiology class and you were having some trouble keeping the parts of the pituitary straight.

“Adenohypophysis! Neurohypophysis! Hypophysis!!” You said with confidence, a little too loudly and you heard a sound. Someone behind you cleared their throat. You jumped and turned around quickly and saw a man standing at your counter wearing a face mask.

“Oh! You scared me!” You held a hand to your chest and exhaled.

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Mother and daughter ( jughead X reader)

Jughead X Jughead X jellybean

Wordcount: 1472

Warning : NONE

Request : no, my idea.

A/N : okay so basically I was day dreaming today and this topic came to mind… random i know but, i have to say i love this!! I hope you guys do too! JEALLYBEAN BETTER COME SOON! I NEED TO SEE JUGHEAD AS BIG BROTHER!!!!!

As always, sorry for any spelling and grammar errors. :)

ENJOY.

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Currently I sat in the kitchen of Jughead’s dad’s house. To say it was a dump is an understanding, considering FP has bottles everywhere… Jughead and I just came back from school, most of the time Jughead and I would go Pop’s after school but i suggested i cook for him and jellybean.

“ Why do you insist on cooking for JB and I, i could easily buy Us all something to eat.” Jughead asks with confusion laced in his voice.

“ Juggie, you and Jellybean don’t have home cooked meals ever since your mother left . Not to mention that FP is never around, and when he is, he’s drunk. So I’ve made it my priority that you and JB eat at least healthy.” I answer him while checking the oven to make sure i don’t over cook the chicken .

When i get up from my bent position and turn back to look at Jughead. I find Jughead giving me a small smile with a whisper of a “thank you.“ I smile back and return to making our food… suddenly the sound of the front door slamming open is heard, indicating that either FP or Jellybean have arrived. Seconds later a small figure of a young girl with raven hair like Jughead’s walks in with a look of sadness on her face.

“JB, what’s wrong?” Both Jughead and i ask together, but the only response we get is her handing us a white paper. I grab the paper and read over the words. “You’re invited to the mother and daughter day tomorrow! Wear your best dresses and dancing shoes.” Automatically it hits me like a ton of bricks, I look at Jughead and notice that a sad look has also taken over his face. Wanting to change the mood I say food is ready.

“ Well JB I made something that will turn that frown upside down, guess what I’ve made for us to eat.”

Jellybean looks at me and starts to guess the way i do during tests. “Is it Mac n Cheese, Pizza, spaghetti, salmon… WAIT, is it the roasted chicken with the potatoes under it?”

I nod my head and move to the oven to take out the chicken. I place it on the set table and start to give everyone their pieces. Jellybean now has a smile on her face as she munches away on her plate of chicken. “Y/N/N, can you cook for Juggie and I all the time? I like your cooking more than eating from a frozen box or Pop’s.”

“ If that’s what you want, i have no problem. Just tell me a day before what you want to eat, that way I can buy the things for the meal.”

An hour has passed and we’re all done eating. Jughead sent Jellybean to do her homework and i tell her that if she needs help that she should call me. Of course Jughead has to tell me that i don’t need to help her but she’s family to me.

“Y/N, what am i going to do? Jellybean should not have to worry about this, our mother should be here and take her. Don’t take this the wrong way Y/N/N, but my mom should be the one cooking for us and helping Jellybean, not you. If we were to be living together, just Jellybean, you and I, people would think we’re her parents. My dad doesn’t even bother to attend any of her parent meetings, school plays or even her soccer games! It’s always me and you.. Never Dad and mom.” He speaks with anger as he pulls off his beanie from his head from frustration.

“ Juggie, don’t worry about it. Besides i don’t mind being there for you guys, just like you’ve been there for me when my dad left me… You just gave me a plan, what if i acted as if I’m Jellybean’s mom? I could skip school tomorrow and go with her.”

“Y/N, you’ve never missed a day of school, and you shouldn’t have to feel like you have a responsibility to do this! You’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t have to worry about me or Jellybean.”

Ignore him and stick to my plan, i get up from where I’m sitting and look at Jughead dead in the eye and say “ i said You’re my family and I’m going tomorrow whether you like it or not. Don’t tell Jellybean.” I hug jughead and run to Jellybeans room to tell her I’m leaving, she hugs me and tells me good bye. I walk home and get ready for bed because tomorrow will be A long day


My clock shows 6:30 A.M. I get out of bed to do my business and start to look through my outfits to find the perfect dress. I end up grabbing a tiffany colored flowy dress with a pair a white ballerina shoes. I apply my makeup, which is very light and just stuff my outfit and things in a bag. I run down to my kitchen to grab some pancake mix with some eggs and put them in another bag. I run out my house and walk towards Jughead’s home, once I arrive I pull out the extra key that Jughead gave me and walk into the house. I walk to the kitchen and start to make our breakfast, I try to make very little sound but no matter how quiet I am Jughead will always find me.

“What are you doing (Y/N/N)? Jughead asks with a groggy voice.

“ nothing just thought I’d look at the stove, what does it look like?” i answer back with a hit of sarcasm.

Jughead laughs and tells me that he’s going to wake up Jellybean. Not 3 minutes later Jellybean is running towards me with full speed. “Y/N/N! You’re making us breakfast!”

I nod my head and turn back to the pancake on the stove and flip it before it burns. Soon all of us are eating on the table. Once we finish our food, i tell jellybean to get dressed in a dress and I’ll be there to do her hair soon. At first she’s confused but her face lights up as if i told her she’s getting a puppy. “Y/N are you taking me to school today, for the mother and daughter thing?!”

I tell her yes and she runs to me and hugs me as she cries.

“JB, don’t cry! Please, then you’ll make me cry and then I’ll mess up my makeup!” i joke as i rub her back trying to get her to calm down.

Jellybean pulls away and runs to her room as she starts to pick out her dress. I turn to Jughead and tell him i need to go change into my dress, he tells me to change in his room while he cleans the kitchen. When I’m done with getting ready I let my hair down and just leave it natural, i walk to Jellybean’s room and find her ready. I Fix her hair as promised.. It takes time since she wanted me to make her a fishtale braid, while i was doing her hair she starts to talk.

“ Y/N/N, Juggie always tells me that he likes you a lot.”

“ And I like him too JB, he’s my best friend.” Jellybean laughs and shakes her head.

“ No! He likes you, like he likes you, likes you.. He always says that if there was one girl he would marry it would be you… Don’t tell Juggie i told you.” After her words I feel like i might just faint…

“Well JB… Don’t tell Juggie i said this but I would marry him too..” Jellybean laughs and nods her head while making a zipper motion on her mouth. When I’m done with her hair we  then walk out to the living room. When Jughead see’s us he walks towards us and picks up Jellybean and pulls me into a hug.

“My two favorite girls look breath-taking.”

Jellybean laughs and tells Jughead what i just told her not to say.

“Thank you Juggie! You should marry Y/N/N like you said you would, Y/N/N said she would marry you too.”

Jughead and I both say at the the same time “ I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL.”

Jellybean mumbles a “ oops” and jumps out of Jughead’s grip and walks away, leaving Jughead and I alone. We both look at each other waiting for one of us to break the silence, Jughead then grabs my face so fast, that before i could even blink he pushes his lips firmly against mine. Suddenly Jeallybean shouts saying that we’re going to be late.

I pull away from Jughead and kiss his cheek quickly and utter “ at least now we know we like each other.”  I grab my purse and walk out the door with Jeallybean…