where is my alcohol at

i put a spell on you (part 1/2, zimbits)

This fic is for the ultra-cool @porcupine-girl who won my Fandom Trumps Hate auction and was so very generous with time and prompt leeway as this fic spun out of control. I hope the resulting silliness was worth the wait! ^_^

Please do me a favor and take nothing in the fic you’re about to read seriously.


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It was unnaturally quiet in the Haus when Bitty crept his way downstairs, picking his way around abandoned solo cups and other party debris to get to the kitchen, Señor Bun hitched on his hip. He swung open the door with a sigh. He had expected the mess, but it was still disappointing to see the sheer amount of trash and spills on the floor after Epikegster the night before. Bitty set his rabbit on the counter and Señor Bun immediately began to sniff around the solo cups.

“Don’t drink anything,” Bitty warned. Señor Bun thumped the counter in protest and Bitty gave him a look and wagged a finger at him. “I mean it.”

The rabbit seemed at least momentarily convinced to stay put so Bitty turned and pulled open one of the bottom cabinets to tear off a new garbage bag from the roll. He made quick work of the various cups and drinks left on the counter and sprayed everything down with bleach before scrubbing away the evidence of any of the sticky tub juice and beer on the counter at least. Señor Bun wrinkled his nose at the bleach but hopped out of the way as Bitty cleaned around him. Bitty’s shoes still stuck to the floor when he moved, but that could be a problem for Ransom and Holster whenever they dragged themselves out of bed. He only needed the clean counter for now.

He checked his phone and rolled his eyes at himself.

“Lord, who am I up at six on a morning after a party like that?” Bitty asked Señor Bun absentmindedly. Señor Bun thumped his foot loudly, registering a complaint at the early hour as well and Bitty scratched behind his ear which elicited even more thumping.

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For anon…reader is Tony’s daughter as requested. This imagine has mentions of an abusive relationship. I will place a ‘keep reading’ line in order to avoid accidental reading. You’re beauties’s health is much more important than my writing.

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Admit It

Anon Prompt: “Hi, can you do one where Juggie gets really jealous of best friend Y/N because she always goes out but she is just doing it on purpose? Because she likes him? Then they admit their feelings.”

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags: Underage drinking, borderline underage alcoholism, underage sex, smut, porn with plot, swearing. I know you said smut or fluff but there’s going to be smut and angst

A/N: I just wanted to say that I’m really thankful for the kind messages from everyone and for the followers who have been so patient with me. I’m sorry it’s been so long. I’ve also never written heterosexual smut before, so sorry if it sucks!! Smut is in the read more, so don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with smut and non asexual jughead 

Originally posted by bettytail


The people around me cheer as I furiously chug the beer, I’m in a race against Reggie Mantle.
Loser must buy the winner a life time supply of Pop’s whenever they want.

Half of the party seems to be cheering me on, whilst the other cheers for Reggie’s victory; from the corner of my eye, I look over at Reggie who at the wrong time, sucks in air and ends up choking, he spits beer everywhere.
I finish mine and crush the can triumphantly; I smile at Reggie who is wiping beer of his face.

“Good game, Mantle.” I laugh, holding my hand out.

“I can’t believe I lost to a girl.” He huffs, shaking my hand.

“Didn’t you get the memo, Reggie? Chauvinism is dead.” Jughead says, wrapping his arm around me.

“Hey Juggie!” I giggle, the alcohol is going to my head, so is the loud thrum of the music.

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for @reportsduemonday

Its easy to sneak up on Newt, the young teacher is so caught up in grading papers he doesn’t even notice Percival come in the door. He walks into the living room they share, where his boyfriend is curled up on the couch, papers strewn about. 

Percival takes a moment and leans against the entryway, just watching Newt. The redhead is reading over a student paper, his reading glasses slipping down his nose. He’s shewing on the cap of his pen while occasionally making marks on the paper or writing notes in the margin. He’s wearing one of his over-sized knit sweaters that Percival loves so much, a soft blue one today. He’s got his knees tucked up to his chest, papers resting on his knees. His socked feet covered with colorful mismatching socks. 

Percival smiles and pushes off the wall, walking up behind Newt and leaning down, wrapping his arms around Newt who startles, pen cap dropping from his mouth, falling down and wedging itself between the arm and cushion.

“Percy,” Newt turns his head, straining to see him. Percival nuzzles the side of his face, kissing him on the cheek. Newt smiles, a sight that never fails to warm Percival.

“I’m home,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of holding Newt, of how warm and cozy he is. He’s already relaxing, knowing he’s home with the man he loves, where he can let all the stresses of the outside world go.

“So I see,” Newt responds, tone fond, amused. Newt shuffles around, jostling Percival in turn. He hears Newt set the papers aside and the a hand is in his hair, drawing a contented sigh. Newt settles back further in the chair, fingers running through Percival’s hair.

He enjoys the feeling for a few moments, the tender strokes that cause his neck to break out in goose flesh. He sighs contentedly and kisses the side of Newt’s neck softly. 

He pulls away after much internal struggle, a twinge in his lower back finally making it so he has the will to pull away. He straightens up, keeping his hands on Newt’s shoulders. Newt tips his head back to look at him, resting it on the back of the cushy arm chair. His redheaded beauty smiles up at him. 

“How was work?”

Percival shrugs. “Slow, not much is going on. We are waiting for the police report for the Barebone’s case, and Tina is taking lead on it so I just wrapped up some paperwork today. Dull stuff.”

Newt reaches up and tangles his fingers with one of the hands resting on his shoulder. “How is Tina doing?”

Percival gives his fingers a squeeze before he pulls away, walking back towards the adjoined kitchen. “She wants to see you, she wont leave me alone about it. You should arrange to have lunch or something.”

Percival pulls the fridge open, pulling out things he will need for dinner. 

“Ill ask her is she can have lunch with me then, perhaps on Friday.” 

Percival goes about preparing dinner, heating up the oven and chopping up the peppers and onions. He sets some water to boil in one pan while he combines the vegetables with some tomato sauce in another. He adds some seasoning and stirs until it starts to simmer. He reduces the heat to low and covers it. 

“How is Jacob doing? His bakery opens next week right?” Percival inquires as he dumps noodles into the now boiling water. He adjusts the temperature lower and stirs those as well, pulling out a ceramic dish and setting it aside.

There is no answer so Percival peeks his head around the corner, and Newt is once again absorbed in grading. Percival just shoots him a smile and goes back to making dinner, content to work in silence while Newt finishes his work. 

Once the noddles are finished he spreads them evenly along the bottom of the pan and pours the tomato sauce and vegetables over that. He throws a thin layer of mozzarella on top of that and slips it into the oven. He sets a timer for forty minutes.

He cleans up any leftover mess from prep and then pads into the living room, grabbing a book from the shelf and laying down across the couch. together they sit in silence, completely at ease. Percival doesn’t think he could be any happier than here at home with Newt.

Don’t Speak (Baron Corbin) Vol. 1

Originally posted by youtappedout

Characters: Baron Corbin X Reader

A/S/F: Angst. A whole lot of angst that will only get worse as this progresses forward.

Notes: @unabashedwwesmut helped me craft this to a beginning. She helped me find parts to work on and where to start. I can’t thank her enough for her support in simply just listening and helping me bring this fic series to life!

Request: N/A

Warnings: No warnings just yet! This will be heavy on angst and possibly triggering if you have been screwed over by an ex or a recent break-up. My own recent break-up is my main motivation for this fic. A lot of this will stem from actual conversations or texts.

Word Count: 1.8k

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Warning// gets a little sexual, not much though


I pushed my way through the overcrowded room, trying to find my way to my best friend, of course Carl would leave me alone at his own party.
My eyes first landed on Lip. My initial thought was that he would be talking to Carl, so I begin to make my way ove to him. As I begin to get closer and closer, I realise that Carl was facing Lip and speaking to him.
Then that’s when I heard the most poisonous words. “No! Nothing would ever happen between Y/N and I!” I feel a sharp pang of sadness in my stomach. I look at Lip, and that’s when he realises I was there too. He furrows his eyebrows and scratches his head, before making a small signal with his eyes to Carl. Carl flicks his head over in my direction, but he wasn’t fast enough to see my tear covered face. I was already walking away from the both of them. I make my way over to the bench where an array of alcohol sat. I grabbed one bottle and sculled it. Then a second. Then a third…then maybe a seventh..?
I place my bottle and make my way over to the dance floor. The music felt rhythmic, almost hypnotic. I start to feel my hips sway. I then feel a pair of hands grip my waist and someone’s body pressed up against my own. I don’t bother checking who it it, I just want to dance. I begin to grind my hips against theirs. I feel a chin rest upon my shoulder, their hot breath sending chills up my spine. I smirk slightly and turn to meet the stranger, which happened to be the one and only Ian Gallagher. Confusion grows within me, “what about Mickey-” I get cut off from his lips smashing against my own. He brings his hand up to my cheek and the other on my ass. I don’t question his actions and immediately kiss back. I begin to run my hands through his hair, indulging every moment. He pulls away and grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. It had only been a couple of moments and I was already missing the taste of his lips, It was a mix between vodka, mint and cigarettes. His lips were addictive, if I didn’t get more, I would go crazy. As he leads me upstairs my head begins to spin slightly, but I ignore the pounding in my head and the spinning sensation, eager to know where Ian was leading me.
He pushed through his door, picks me up and lays me on the bed, he begins to plant kisses all over my collar bone. I place my hands under his shirt, running my hands up and down his chest and stomach. He starts to bite softly on the sweet spot of my neck, which makes me moan in pleasure and excitement. I feel his smirk against my skin and also feel his hands start to pull my shirt above my head. I eagerly follow his actions with his shirt, then I start to unbuckle his pants. He lets waits for me to take off my skirt, then goes back to kissing me whilst unclipping my bra. He then stops and pulls down his boxers and smirks as he leans in and begins to pull down my g-string with his teeth. I begin to feel slightly nervous, id never gone the full way with everyone. ‘Uh.. Ian..’ I stammer out, 'yeah?’ I suddenly tense up and blurt out the first thing that come to mind. 'CONDOM!’ I give a sheepish smile and await his answer. 'Right, I think there might be a box in lips draw,’ he states as he wanders over to the set of drawers a meter or so away. I sit up from the bed and watch as he takes out a Condom and slips it onto himself. He walks back over to me and crawls on top of me, but before he could kiss me, I feel myself begin to feel a little unsettled with the knowledge that he had no idea, I was a virgin. 'I’m a virgin!’ He looks at me with confusion at first, but then his face turns into a look of worry. 'Do you still want to do this?’ I look st the situation for a minute. I was laying on a bed completely naked with the Ian Gallagher hovering over me, my mind slurs and doesn’t allow me to assess the situation properly, I simply state yes and prepare myself.

My eyes open slightly, I realise that I’m not in my own house. I’m in the Gallagher’s house. I sit up and look at the room, it was trashed and the only person in the room was myself. I push off the cover and find that I’m wearing one of Carl’s shirts, it was too big on me, but was perfect to sleep in. I wander out if the room and down the stairs, to find Fiona, Carl, Lip and Liam all eating breakfast. I warily sit down next to Fiona and begin to grab some waffles that was in the middle of the table and start to eat. Fiona nudges me with her elbow which makes me yelp. 'What was that for Fi?!’ She gives me a look of anger and responds,'well, are you going to tell us?’
'Tell you guys what?’ I state cluelessly… but then images of last night flood in. I start to feel a little shaky, if Carl finds out, Ian and I are both fucked.
'Come on, I know what happened last night, you and Ian fucked right?’ And what a perfect moment for Ian to walk downstairs right? 'Who was fucking?’ Ian states, I go to say something but before I can speak Carl stands up and punches Ian square in the jaw.


Part two?

anonymous asked:

It was good, don't worry:D I know how hard it can be to write sometimes. Speaking of which I should get that secret admirer fic going. Let's do an au where they don't know each other from before and first meeting in a bar. Percival is a bit drunk but he's sober enough to have a relatively intelligent conversation with the handsome man who bought him a drink. After a while Thes notices Perce staring at him in wonder. "What?" "Nothin, just, handsome guys tend to be just handsome and not much else"

I’m sorry, I needed to sketch this instead of writing a ficlet. ;v;