this is gonna be one hell of a week

“It’s rainin’ blood! BOOM!” 

*half of Venice collapses*

Some…things may have happened in my Monster of the Week campaign. Poor Burger. He knows how to get blood out of fabric, sure, but not red hell rain that the GM swore wasn’t blood. He’s gonna need a new jacket now. And a conversation with that pesky demon sharing his body. 

Bonus: one awkward plane ride home and a shower later:

“Come on, Miranda, Azzy started it.” 

what i thought when i watched  “ a date with markiplier “ video

  • BONJOUR 
  • wait … we can choose our story 
  • wow … i actually have a valentine date this year 
  • that chef does not look friendly 
  • WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MARK AND MONEY IN THIS GOD DAMN DATE 
  • romance or horror ? you mean love or death right 
  •  looks like i am gonna spend the rest of the day finding all the endings
  • oops i accidentally killed mark
  • well looks like dark is my date now
  • DON’T DO THAT WITH YOUR NECK MISTER  
  • wait .. is that Tyler with mark on his face ? 
  • wait whAt ?!? nooo i wanted to marry mark for real 
  • could you imagine dating mark ? 
  • nice pony tail mark 
  • LET . HIM . DIG . THE . GOD . DAMN . HOLE 
  • it litterily 10 min of this , help 
  • “ let me see what in your pants “ “ excuse me ? “ 
  • wow i actually killed someone 
  • “ looks like you choose wrong “  “ naaah i’m good “ 
  • sooooo are we gonna talk about tyler’s ass ? 
  • oops killed mark again 
  • FIRST RULE OF HORROR MOVIES : never . split . up 
  • am i the only one who tapped the screen like an idiot 
  • did i mention i killed mark 
  • wait , i am  allergic to peanut butter AND tuna , HEELP 
  • OMG WARFSTACHE IS BACK !!!! 
  • DAMN IT ! i knew i was a dog all along 
  • *sigh* what the hell was in that dinner 
@markiplier
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Forgotten

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: All the Angst, wee bit of fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is WAY different from my usual stuff. Hope you don’t hate it. I had an idea, and it wouldn’t leave me alone until this came out. Revision: You guys and your support of this story turned series absolutely BLOWS me away. THANK YOU so damn much! I’m glad you love it as much as I do.

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Something More Powerful;

- A playlist for Hurley and Sloane from The Adventure Zone. For @tazladyweek Day 5, (because they’re pretty angsty lbr).

Tracklist:

Shut Up and Drive - Rihanna // Hit & Run - Hayley Kiyoko // Kickstart My Heart - Motley Crue // Funky at Heart - Studio Killers // Delilah - Florence + the Machine // All We Know - The Chainsmokers ft. Phoebe Ryan // One Bad Night - Hayley Kiyoko // You’re On - Madeon ft. Kyan // Loose Lips - Kimya Dawson // Fake It - Bastille // I Love You - Woodkid // Strange - LP // Haunted - Radical Face // February Air (Acoustic) - Lights // Somewhere Only We Know - Lily Allen

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Day 6: Protect!!
He doesn’t like being protected….

Kiribaku week is almost over D: What are we gonna do with our lives?!?!!

@kiribakuweek2k17


Cheers,
~Joy

Hot Like Burning

Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.


Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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You can’t tell me that the batfam doesn’t have a swear jar

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•Jason just drops a wad of cash in the jar every day and every time, without fail, it’s the exact amount he owes
•everyone’s a little freaked out
•Tim just carries around a bunch of quarters and wordlessly hands them to Alfred before he starts cussing someone out
•half the time he can’t even afford it
•he has to pay it back by washing the dishes
•Damian tried to get out of it by swearing in Arabic
•it didn’t work
•After the 15th time Bruce implemented a new rule that if you’re gonna swear in a language that’s not English, you owe two quarters instead of one
•Jason’s cash deposits were off for about a week
•this child swears in Spanish so much
•help him
•Steph writes down what she wants to say and asks Alfred how much it’s gonna be
•she deposits her money and then everyone cowers as she unleashes hell
•Barbara doesn’t usually swear at the manor, but when she visits she drops in like $10
•Cass never swears
•ever
•Bruce has his own jar at the office
•every time he comes home he dumps at least $20 of quarters into the family jar
•when they get back after patrol they ask Alfred how much they owe and spend a good half hour scouring for money
•Dick hardly ever swears
•he says things like “gosh darn” and “shucks” and the occasional “what in tarnation”
•when he does swear everyone makes a huge deal of it and they follow him as he deposits his one quarter in the jar
•Tim tried to impose a new rule that when ever Dick swears he owes double the amount
•Bruce vetoed it
•Damian suggested that every time Dick says “what in tarnation” he owes a quarter to the jar
•Bruce was okay with that one
•Duke doesn’t swear a lot and he’s honestly confused why everyone else is constantly swearing
•like? There are other words in the English language?
•Every time the jar gets full they go out and get something nice for Alfred

So. We’re moving Saturday. Lol
We hired a bee removal specialist to come out and look at our apartment since the management won’t do anything. She inspected both inside and out and told us there is an extremely active hive in our wall that has at least 60,000 workers. She went into the office and the manager said she’ll tell maintenance. So that pretty much means she’s not going to do shit.

But on the up side, i found a really nice townhouse. It’s only $100 more than what we’re paying now & it’s nearly 500 square feet bigger. It’s in a nice part of town and barely a fifteen minute walk from Ryan’s work. So in 5 days we will be in a bee free home!

Half of me is CRAZY excited because it’s so nice and big and feels homey rather than just like an apartment. But the other half is like HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO PACK UP MY ENTIRE HOME AND MOVE IN FIVE DAYS????

Addicted

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Addicted


Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2k (Lyrics in italics)

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic EIGHTEEN. The line requested was,  “I get all tingly when you take control like that.” was requested by @50shadesofsubtext  It will be highlighted in the fic. I am also including a gif submission from @faegal04 It was too good to pass up. It’s also loosely based on the song Addicted by Kelly Clarkson. 

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I’m Dedicating Every Day to You

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Part One | Part Two

Hamwriters write-a-thon day five

Note: This is a sequel to Don’t Drop Him! Because you guys seemed to like that one a lot, plus I wanted to write Daveed as a dad. Also the baby’s name is from the book Sula by Toni Morrison, mainly because Daveed loves that book and I couldn’t figure out a name. 

Warning: swearing, water breaking (do i have to warn you about that?) 

Word Count:1,115

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @iamgrayfox @rottwat @gonnamurderyou @hambamthankyouman @aham-threw-his-shot-away

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“Daveed!” Daveed hears Y/N yelling from the couch but he doesn’t move straight away, for the last couple weeks of her pregnancy she’s been calling for him every few minutes to grab something for her that at this point he know’s it won’t be something urgent. “Daveed Diggs get your ass in here!” She yells.

With a frown he quickly gets up from his desk and rushes out to the living room where Y/N is standing, with a pool of water on the floor between her feet.

“Babe wha- oh shit” he says, his eyes wide as he realises what’s happened. Y/N’s water has broken.

Fuck, fuck, fuck what the hell do I do? She’s a week early, He thinks to himself as he continues to stare at her.

“You gonna stand there all day or are you going to take me to the hospital?” she asks.

Daveed snaps into action, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone from the bench before coming over to take Y/N by the wrm and lead her towards the door.

“Why do you look so terrified, you’re not the one that is about to give birth” She points out as Daveed leads her to the elevator of their building.

“I am not delivering our child on in the elevator Y/N” He says, his fingers drumming against his leg as they wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor. 

“You’re not delivering this baby period” she says. 

“Agreed” he mutters. 

The elevator doors finally open and Daveed helps Y/N rush towards the car. 

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The CEO

Hello, everyone. It’s been a while since I last posted anything. I’ve been working on the story for several weeks, but I wouldn’t finish it without my dear petal, @little-black-dress-24. It all happened thanks to your idea, your patience with me constantly tormenting you to read this stuff. So, huge thank you, E. And E, I’m really sorry for my dramatic, aesthetic, perfectionist ass. Luv yeh. xx

I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to comment, share or at least like, if you fancy my work. 

Harry is a lawyer and he is faced with the challenge of cooperating with his new boss. The boss turns out to be a beautiful woman. 
Word count: 9,500-ish



You were sitting in a comfortable armchair with a cappuccino in a white coffee cup, right in front of you on a coffee table. You took a deeper breath from time to time to relax your tense body. You weren’t scared but you were nervous, in a good way. Finally, you achieved one of your career goals. You applied for your dream job in one of the best prospering law companies in the UK. You were determined to achieve your goal and so it happened. You were the first and the youngest woman to become a CEO in the company.

It was your first day and you were waiting for one of the Board Members to officially introduce you to the team. Your head was full of ideas on how to expand and develop the company. You were very excited about the job to a point where you couldn’t sleep at night because you were so full of energy and excitement for the new things to come.

You looked at a golden chain watch on your wrist and realised you should have been called inside about 10 minutes ago. You were tapping your fingers on your knees in excitement when you heard a man shouting in the office you were about to enter in the next couple of minutes.

‘You promised me this job and you lied to me, John! You know very well that it’s me who should have been given this job, I worked my ass off and I deserve it!’ you heard.

Hearing this, you felt an uncomfortable cramp in your stomach and a wide smile disappeared from your face immediately. Is someone getting fired because you got this job? That certainly wasn’t a good start, you thought. Several seconds later, the door to the office opened with force and a man stormed out from the inside. He was tall, very lean, dressed in a tailor-made navy-blue suit, white shirt and a black tie. His face was furious; eyebrows frowned, lips pursed in anger. When he noticed you sitting next to the door, his eyes lingered on you for several seconds as he was walking by, like he was examining you, wondering who you might be. Then he laughed sarcastically, spitting a silent ‘Obviously…’ under his nose. He disappeared behind the door and you were called in by Mr. Stevens as it was your turn to meet in his office.

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Feed the Belly

Dean x Reader

Summary: You’re pregnant and Dean’s being super caring. Sadly, this also means he’s cooking healthy, nutritious food for you and the baby. All the healthy food, for months. Until you’ve had enough. 

Word Count: 1100+

Munch. Munch. Munch.

You were stuffing your face with cookies, and ice cream, and pizza. Yes, all three of those. Yes, at the same time.

Sure, a few months ago you would have judged something like this as disgusting, super unhealthy, a great recipe for a heart disease… But, after countless weeks of kale, cabbage, spinach, carrots, lean meat, and lentils… you just didn’t care anymore. You wanted all the junk food, now.

The pregnancy book was staring at you from the table, and you stared back, glared even as your lips wrapped around a spoon of chocolate ice-cream. Take this, you stupid book.

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Escape: the medical school years

It wasn’t easy.  He’d bitten his tongue more times than he could count. Lord knew Claire could get sharp tongued when she was stressed, but it was what he promised, and he would not break his vow.  He would support Claire through medical school any way he could.  Emotionally, physically, monetarily, it didn’t matter.

Night after night she spent studying in their flat.  Night after night he checked on her only to find she’d fallen asleep at her desk, or on the sofa with a book spread across her chest or fallen to the floor.  Night after night, he roused his wife, and led her stumbling, half-asleep to bed.

Night after night he let her rest while his body raged for her.  

It never stopped, the wanting her.  Some nights she tossed, muttering and restless. Some nights she thrashed and never fully settled.  He would not take advantage.  He would gather her in his arms, and soothe her with whispered words of love in Gaelic and rub her back until she stilled.  

Some nights she turned to him in desperation, grabbed for him, begged him. Those nights he took his wife in a passion born of abstinence too long observed.  

And then the drought would return.

The night before her anatomy exam Claire asked him to help her study. 

“I’ll do what I can, Sassenach.”  Jamie reached for her textbook.

“No.  I need to you lie down, and just let me name the structures of the body.”

He nodded.

“Naked.”

Jamie’s brows shot up. “Ye want me to be naked?  I dinna see how that helps ye study.”  

Claire flapped her hands impatiently.  “It’s what we do. We work with cadavers and study the different systems in the body.  It helps me if I can just go over it that way.  I’m not much for memorization via a textbook.”

“Ye want me to lay there.  Like a dead man.  Naked as a bairn.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”  Claire looked up at her husband.  “Please?”

Jamie shook his head.  “I dinna understand it a bit, Sassenach, but if ye think it’ll help ye.”  He pulled off his shirt, and shucked his pants.  Claire had to smile at her Scottish husband.  Never any underwear. Ever.  

“Bottoms up or…?” he gestured to his crotch.  

“On your back first.”  Claire giggled.  

Jamie lay on the bed, and closed his eyes.  Claire got right to work starting with his skull and naming the bones.  While she never actually touched him, he could tell her hands were close to his skin. He listened to her unwavering voice.  He was impressed.  She knew her stuff.  When she finished the skeletal system she started over with the muscles, then the nervous system.  

He was fine until she started in on the circulatory system.  Her finger lightly traced the veins and arteries down his neck, across his shoulder, from his arms and torso to his femoral artery.  He couldn’t help it.  Claire’s touch never failed to arouse him.

“Jamie. Concentrate.”

“Sassenach.”  He cracked his eyes open to cat like slits, pinning her with his deep blue eyes.  “I ken ye want me to be a dead man.  But my, what did ye call it?  My ‘corpora cavernosa’ dinna ken that.”  He closed his eyes again.  

She continued with her work and asked him to roll over. Right. How, exactly does a man in my condition lie on his front, then?  

Again, her delicate hands traced his body, a brush here, a light finger there. All the time naming his body parts with a sure and steady voice.  

When she was finished he breathed a sigh of relief and got up, opening a drawer for his sleep pants.    

“Again.”

Jamie looked over his shoulder at her.  “Nay, Claire.  I’m done.”  She couldn’t seriously expect him to live through that again.

“Jamie. Please.”  

“No, Claire.  I listened to ye. Ye ken fine what yer doing. Ye never faltered. Yer ready for yer exam.  Now, put the textbook away and let’s get some sleep, aye?”

Claire panicked.  She never felt ready for an exam.  If she could just run through it one more time she’d feel so much better.  “Jamie, you said you’d help!”

Jamie took a deep breath trying to control his impatience. He understood her nervousness, he truly did, but sometimes Claire’s fear got the better of her. “Claire. Come, mo graidh.  Ye’ll be fine.”  

“Jamie, please!”  

Her voice was all Nurse Beauchamp, but Jamie was not her patient. Nor was he a practice dummy.  What he was, was a sexually frustrated husband. 

Which is why he snapped.  

“Jamie, please?  Please?  No, Claire, that’s the one thing Jamie canna do. He canna “please”.  I’ve no’ had the pleasure of my wife for weeks.  So dinna make it sound like I’m being unreasonable here.”  

Claire was shocked.  “What the bloody hell does that mean?”  

His voice was a low rasp of need.  “It means, Sassenach, that if ye run yer hands o’re my body one more time I’m no’ gonna pretend to be a dead man for much longer.  I’ll be very much alive wi’ you under me, knickers off, and me so deep inside ye, ye won’t know where I start and you end.”  

She gasped.  Claire stared into her husband’s eyes and saw the truth of it. The banked desire.  That hint of loneliness that she only witnessed one other time in her life.  

But dammit, he knew it would be like this.  She had warned him!  

When the guilt began to claw at her she fought back.  “Fine.  I’ll study downstairs then.” 

She grabbed her textbook, took one step towards the bedroom door and found herself lifted off her feet by his arm around her waist. She shrieked, and dropped the book.  

Jamie fell onto the bed taking Claire with him.  “Nay, lass. Not tonight.  Tonight ye come to bed on time.  Wi’ me.”

Claire pushed at his chest, but he was immovable.  Jamie pushed up Claire’s shirt and fastened his mouth on her breast.  She moaned.  It had been a long time.  The sensation hit her fast and she melted.  She maneuvered her shirt over her head and pressed him to her.  Jamie growled in response and wrapped his arm under her hips to press her to him.

Ifrinn, Claire.  God, I’ve missed ye.”  His mouth covered hers and she closed her eyes to the feeling of Jamie surrounding her.  Her legs were tangled in his and she lifted her hips in silent communication.  Jamie rolled to his back taking her with him.  When she was on top, he unfastened the button on her jeans, yanked at the zipper and pushed them down as far as he could, hooking her panties with them.  He rolled again, Claire under him, as he helped her in her attempt to kick them off.  

Naked.  Finally.  He nudged her knees wide and settled between her thighs. Tearing his mouth from hers he looked at her.  Hair wild.  Whisky eyes dazed in passion.  Mouth swollen.  Breath coming fast.  God, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was his.  

“Jamie.  Please.”  That made him smile. That kind of begging he could listen to all night.

As much as he wanted to draw this out and savour the moment, he couldn’t. Claire’s hands were hot and desperate.  She wound her arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down to her, the other holding his bottom pressing him into her. 

It didn’t take long, and Jamie didn’t care.  They had been too long without. 

Sweet release.  

Claire wrapped her arms around her husband’s back, and hugged him tight. Jamie’s weight was the most comforting feeling in the world. He grounded her, held her fears at bay. She ran her hands down his back, feeling his familiar scars like a talisman.  

“Are ye studying again?” Jamie mumbled, head tucked against his wife’s neck, luxuriating in her touch.  

Claire smiled against his russet curls.  “Latissimus dorsi, external obliques, internal obliques, God, Jamie, you have the most amazing iliac crest.”  

“I do?” Jamie laughed.  “Weel, I have to admit, I’m rather fond of yer gluteus maximus, myself.”  His hand slid up her side, “And yer pectoral muscles are fine, too.”  

They laughed together.   He was her life, her love, her strength, her rock.  

“Thanks for helping me study,” she whispered.

Jamie planted a kiss on her collar bone.  “As long as it ends in a hands-on practice session, it’ll be my pleasure.”

anonymous asked:

thoughts on the batgirl film announcement?

My first thought was that WB need to calm their shit. It feels like they can’t go a damn week without announcing something. This is literally the 17th DC movie they have announced as being in development. There is not a chance in hell all of them are making it into production, they’re just not, so which ones aren’t gonna make it and who is it gonna upset when they don’t? If they carry on making 2 movies a year it would take them 9 years to release them all, and that’s not including any sequels for Wonder Woman, Aquaman etc. 

They’re having trouble just getting ‘The Batman’ movie right with re-writes and several directors dropping out yet they’ve already announced spin-off movies for half of his supporting cast (Gotham City Sirens, Nightwing, Batgirl). They haven’t even sorted out the core JL characters (after three years of development Flash still has no script or director) and they’re already moving on to B and C-list character movies that can wait. They just need to chill out. They’re rushing. The more they announce the more they look like they really have no plan what-so-ever and the less exciting the announcements are because it becomes less and less likely that each movie is actually going to get made. Also why are they just casually announcing them like this instead of at a big event? It’s starting to look like if the ‘Justice League’ movie doesn’t work out they’re gonna milk the Batverse instead. 

As for Joss Whedon directing, I really like the first Avengers movie and I didn’t think Age of Ultron was quite as bad overall as haters try to make it out to be, it was just average. Yeah he royally fucked over Black Widow but he made the Buffy show so I guess there’s a 50/50 chance he can do great things for Batgirl.

Jealousy Pt4

Word Count: 1111

    A/N:  this one is cute and I like it! Also I decided that what the hell, I’m gonna keep going with this series because I have a few more ideas I have for it. Also please let me know what you think and if you have any requests let me know! I’d be happy to write some of them! Much love

    “I’m going to give you a week to fix things with her before I come in and take her for my own. You better hope she takes you back.” Archie said before leaving.


                          ________

    Jughead seemed desperate to get Y/N back, or to at least get her to talk to him. He had called her nonstopFriday through Wednesday and she ignored all of them, even though it hurt her. She ignored him in the halls, and didn’t sit with her friends at lunch, although Archie told her that he stopped sitting there after Monday. He said something about Jughead saying he’s not going to be the reason she didn’t see her friends.

    Betty had already apologized way too many times and Y/N was quick to forgive her. Betty was just confused about Archie, although apparently Betty knew that Archie and her almost kissed. Y/N blushed when Betty brought it up, and apologized as well, but Betty said it was fine. Although Betty seemed to still tense up at the mention of Y/N and Archie, but Y/N just blew it off.

    Laying on her bed, Y/N replayed memories of her and Jughead together. Their daily trips to the diner, nights at the drive in before it shut down, lying down next to him in bed binge watching their favourite tv shows together. She missed his sarcastic sense of humor, the way his hair curled out of his beanie, his smirk he’d give her before they were about to break some laws in the name of justice to find out what happened to Jason. She missed the way he’d blush when she called him handsome after he jokingly bashed on himself, the way he’d hold her when she was sad or upset, the way he’d look in her eyes and stare just a little too long. She missed Jughead, terribly.

    As she thought back on their friendship, Y/N started to realize all the signs she’d missed, all the things that pointed to the fact that Jughead truly did love her, and he had for awhile. He was always there for her, he was her rock and without him beside her the past week she felt like she was slowly losing her mind. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. She needed Jughead, and she needed him now.

Fuck it. She picked up her phone and opened up the messages under Jugheads name. As she started to type, a text message popped up.

Juggie: who are you texting there? ;)

    Y/N turned to the door in her room and there stood Jughead.

    “How the hell did you-”

    “I still have the key you gave me, I used to live here with you, remember?” he teased. She sat at the edge of her bed and stared down at her hands, suddenly feeling very awkward.

    “So why’d you come over?” She asked breaking the silence.

    “I wanted to talk but if you want me to go I-”

    “No!” she practically yelled. Her face turned red at the realization of how desperate she sounded. “I mean… I-I don’t mind if you want to stay-you know if you want..to.” she stammered, and Jughead laughed. He sat beside her on the bed, and for a minute they sat in silence again.

    “I’m sorry.” he said. Y/N looked up at him and found him staring at her. His eyes pierced into hers with a gentle and loving passion, one that she had seen many times and mistaken it as a friendly look, but knew now it meant something more.

    “There’s no need to be.” she said, grabbing his hand.

    “Yes, there is. I hurt you not once but twice in a week. I’m a shitty friend and I’m scared that if we go any further with this relationship I’ll be a shitty boyfriend.” he confessed.

    “So you don’t want to..” Y/N trailed off.

    “That’s not what I mean, I guess…” Jughead stammered over his words, trying to push himself to say what was on his mind. “I love you, Y/N. I should have told you that a long time ago, and I totally understand if I’ve waited too long to tell you.” Y/N sat on the bed in shock. She was unable to speak, or move. She just stared at Jughead.

    “I-uh. Erm…” Y/N shook herself out of her trance, and grabbed Jugheads face and pulled his lips into hers. One of Jugheads hands flew to cup her cheek and the other landed itself on her waist. Neither of them wanted to break the kiss, but finally when the need for air became too much, Y/N pulled away. She opened her eyes to find Jughead with a smile on his face. It was the happiest she had seen him in awhile.

    “So you’ve got nothing to say to me?” Jughead teased.

    “I love you too, Juggie.” Y/N said, smiling up at the raven haired boy.

    “So does this mean we’re, like together now?” Jughead asked, quite shyly. Y/N leaned over and kissed him again, and Jughead pulled her so that she was laying on top of him. He was the one to break the kiss this time, and Y/N laid down beside him, looking up at him.

    “Sure, I mean if you’re even sure you want to be my boyfriend still.” she jokingly said. Jughead wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him.

    “Trust me, I do. And I have for a long time now.” he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Y/N sat up at the sound of the front door opening, and looked down at Jughead.

    “Did someone come here with you?” she asked him. Jughead sat up as well, and looked at her with a confused expression.

    “No, are you expecting someone?”

Y/N shook her head and jumped off the bed, grabbing the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon. Jughead got up as well, and stood in front of Y/N by the door. They both heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, and Jughead took the makeshift weapon from Y/N and held it up.

    “Stay behind me.” Jughead whispered. The door handle to the bedroom door started to turn and Jughead got ready to swing. The door flew open, and Jughead dropped the makeshift weapon and Y/N put her hand over her heart, gasping.

    “What the hell! You scared the shit out of us! How’d you even get in?” she yelled at the intruder.

    “And what are you doing here?” Jughead asked coldly.


Originally posted by cbsnforeverandalways

Seven Days

Summary: This is for @saxxxology ‘s June Writing Challenge. Sam and the reader get involved in a dirty talk competition. So much smut ensues.

Warning: smut, orgasm delay, use of ice, SO MUCH DIRTY TALK

Word Count: 7200 (Not sorry at all)

A/N: This one got away from me. I hope that’s a good thing. @oriona75 @withoutaplease @blushingsamgirl @spectaculacular-sammy @thinkwritexpress @aprofoundbondwithdean

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