and kept failing over and over

anonymous asked:

why do you hate bhb?

HWHO’S READY FOR ANOTHER NOVEL OF A POST? I KNOW I AM! (i’m supposed to be doing laundry rip, it can wait another day)

BHB reptiles is a reptile distributing and breeding company owned and operated by Brian Barczyk. It is most popular from its show “SnakeBytes”. In this show, he shows of his collection of upwards of 80,000 snakes and other reptiles. Throughout the show, you can see how he keeps his animals; most, if not all, are in improper conditions and in result to this, many are sick or mite infested. Though I’m honestly just going to list off all the reasons that I hate him and BHB because I haven’t slept in 2ish days and…. I’m not great at writing like this.

#1: He is horribly neglectful to his animals.

You can’t tell me that an alligator is happy living in a kiddie pool

Or that a GIANT snake such as a reticulated, african rock, or burmese is happy living in a tub so small that it takes up HALF of it.

And it’s not just giant animals that are in terrible tubs, most of his ball pythons and colubrids are in horribly small enclosures as well.

He is also guilty of buying animals without ANY research beforehand and those animals dying. Prime example is when he first tried getting into the leopard gecko business: https://youtu.be/uSJmHzq8Q8c

just listen about how he talks about them “this is my baby” to “gonna be pumpin out leopard geckos” like? No these are another form of free money to you…. even his WIFE knows that he kills animals.

I’m sure there’s more in this category that I’m forgetting, but… you get the point.

#2: He’s a scammer.

He may not sell his animals for the most money, but the animals he sells aren’t even worth THAT. There are countless reports of his animals showing up with RI’s, mites, and even incorrect gene listing. And when they contact him about this? He disappears or calls them “haters”. A prime example of this is this post: http://www.faunaclassifieds.com/forums/showthread.php?t=211323

I’m not incredibly clear on the whole scaleless ball python scandal, and probably someone could fill this in better, but from what I’ve gathered, he killed one of the scaleless ones and refuses to answer any questions about it.

He is also guilty for flipping animals. Most of his short tails he orders in then IMMEDIATELY offers them to sell for “discount” prices. I wouldn’t be surprised if these animals died from shock the second they got put in yet another box.

#3: He has the audacity to call himself the “face of the reptile trade”

As someone who has kept reptiles for over a decade and has spent a TON of hours volunteering to help people get over their fear of snakes, Brian’s “edutainment” is the worst thing I have ever seen. If you are trying to show people that snakes are not something to fear, DON’T HAVE THE MAJORITY OF YOUR VIDEOS BE VIDEOS OF YOU GETTING BITTEN BY SNAKES! This confirms people’s fears! He says that he wants to protect the reptile hobby, but by doing this he is ENDANGERING it. He’s trying to be the next Steven Irwin and is failing at it horribly……….

There’s probably more that I’ve missed. @i-m-snek has a great tag of all the failings of BHB, i believe its #bhb critical; definitely give it a look.

Ugh just…. I used to be a fan of snakebytes until i realized how terrible it is. They are essentially a puppy mill for reptiles. 0/10 would not recommend EVER.

Dean wiped the table with a scowl, nearly knocking over a glass with his elbow before catching it and plunking it down loudly. His cheeks turned red as he spied a few women in sundresses giggling in a corner booth.

“Be right there,” he said, picking up the last of the plates and taking them back to the kitchen. The bus boy hadn’t shown up and since Dean was the manager at the seashell grill, the task fell to him along with his job as a server. In fact, tonight had been all around pretty bad if you included the fender bender he’d gotten into on his way to work and the three missed phone calls from his ex, Lisa, trying to get back together with him. Again.

Dean sighed, wishing he were anywhere but at work. It took a moment, but finally, flustered and flushed from the heat of the kitchen—even with the lazy ceiling fans that swirled above in quiet circles, he made it to the table.

“Sorry about that, ladies,” he said with a wink, turning up the side of his lip in typical beach-boy charm for the customers, even if he didn’t feel it.

A tall brunette leaned forward, ordering a pineapple drink right off the bat, a pink sparkly crown on her head. Dean smirked, noticing the glaze in her eyes.

“Bachelorette party?” he guessed, watching the blonde across from her, discreetly play footsie with a redhead—Charlie, he heard the blonde say.

“Yes!” yelled Charlie enthusiastically, throwing her arms in the air. “Anna is getting married next week,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

All three girls seemed incredibly tipsy and Dean couldn’t help but smile because as shitty as this night had started out, at least he would probably be tipped fairly well at the end of it.

Anna leaned forward, eyes roaming Dean’s fit form. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when barely, under her breath, she muttered something about still needing a stripper for the night.

“Alright,” he said too loudly, cutting her off. “Three Blue Hawaii’s coming up.”

“Wait,” said Charlie, her voice almost humorously serious. “We should probably wait for the maid of honor, don’t you think?”

Anna smiled and got out her phone, holding up a hand for Dean to wait, then dialed a number, scowling as one of the other girls kicked her accidentally under the table.

Dean resisted the urge to sigh, wishing tonight weren’t so empty in the restaurant, then maybe he could excuse himself from the haze of pink giggles to help another customer.

“Cassie!” Anna practically yelled into the phone at her friend. “Where are you?”

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Green-Eyed Monster

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Colin (OC) Misha Collins, Bob Singer (mention),

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, Jealousy, drinking (everyone are adults), flirting, meh I don’t know. Just read it - it is not angsty, not for me anyways. Flangst maybe.   

Wordcount: 2900ish

A/N: This is written for @jalove-wecallhimdean’s “Do it like Dean” Challenge. My prompt was ”He’s just a cheap trick…like a little slut!” - It is still in the exact words but they are slurred a bit because someone is drunk. Hope that it okay :D Thanks for letting me participate. This was fun :D

Thanks to my boo @chaos-and-the-calm67 for helping me come up with this idea, and thanks to my Sam to my Dean @blacktithe7 for betaing it for me and helping me make Jensen sound drunk. You girls rock!

It wasn’t unusual for Jensen and some of the cast members to go out on Friday nights after a full week of filming, especially not if noone were planning on flying home that weekend. Those Friday nights were as amazingly fun for Jensen some days as they were torturous other times. Tonight was one of the later.

Jensen downed yet another shot of whiskey, signaling to the bartender to keep them coming. Jensen felt his temper boil inside of him with each wave of heat the strong liquid sent through his abdomen. This was unusual. Drinking never used to affect his temper before. If anything, Jensen was a very loving drunk. He was sure he would have been tonight too if it wasn’t for Mr. Bigshot putting his greasy paws all over Y/N as she danced with him.

Jensen didn’t know the guy, but he also didn’t have to to know he was a first class asshole. Jensen couldn’t believe she couldn’t see that. He couldn’t believe she let him touch her like that.

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“I need a place to stay.” Fp Jones x Reader

TITLE - “I need a place to stay.”
WARNINGS - Swearing, Sexual Scenes, Blood.
WORD COUNT - 2,686
A/N - So I couldn’t kind of get this idea out of my head and after such an overwhelming response for little ol’ me on my last one shot, I just knew I had to post another. This is one of my favourites. So I really hope you like it. Let’s just say things get kind of hot…


Slamming the door loudly and in distress, you stormed down the metal steps and down onto the dirt below. You were furious right now. Your whole body was shaking with the adrenaline that was circling around your body. You couldn’t even see anything but red. And that wasn’t just from the blood that was dripping down from the forehead.

You couldn’t believe what had happened tonight. Actually you could. Because it was a disaster waiting to happen. Like a volcano waiting to erupt and it did tonight. The explosion had just occurred right in front of your very eyes and you were cut up in the cross fire.

Bringing your head up to the sky, almost to ground yourself back down from the anger, you saw the darkness above. Almost similiar to the one in your body right now. But this one had large gloomy clouds covering it, the heavy rain now starting to lash down covering the floor below, just as much as the ones in your eyes wanted to do.

But you couldn’t do that here. You couldn’t break down the way you wanted to out here in the open. You had to go to the only place you could seek refuge for the rest of the night.

Shaking your head, you took a deep breathe and began your journey across the park, your eyes staring intently ahead, trying to ignore the rain splashing around you, as well as any watchful gazes from those who were still up and out, even in the early hours of the morning.

Once you reached your destination, your hands gripped around the metal railing and you forced your muddy covered boots up the steps to the front door. Bringing your bloody fist up to the door, you winced as you knocked on it a few times, hoping they were home and would be able to help.

Because you needed them. Maybe way more than you knew you did. But still. You needed him.

Within a matter of moments, the door to the trailer opened up quickly and an irritated looking man stood behind it, but once he saw it was you stood there, clothes drenched from the rain, blood covering several parts of your body and a look of desperation on your face, it softened.

“I need a place to say.” You told him, your voice soft and your words more of a demand than a suggestion.

Stepping away from the door, Fp allowed you to come inside, not even wanting an explanation as to why, because even just seeing you in this state was enough to make him want to bring you inside and help you through whatever was going on.

But he had a good idea what had caused her so much sorrow tonight.
Coming into the trailer, you went straight over to the cool box in the living room and brought a beer out. Quickly you snapped the lid off of the bottle and took a large swig from the liquid, whilst Fp stood against the side of the wall watching you curiously.

You avoided his eyes on you as you came and took a seat down on the couch, your hands still shaking and your breathing heavy, but now you could just sit down and chill out for a moment, in the safety of this mans home, you knew you would be in a better place soon.

Fp left you for a moment by yourself, you presumed to let you have a moment to calm down, but when he came back through with first aid kit, you knew what was going to come next. It wasn’t just going to be him healing your physical wounds, he would want to know the rawness you felt inside too.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” He asked as he came over to you.

You shrugged your shoulders at him, “Depends what you want to hear.”

“The truth would be a good start.” Fp bent down in front of you, before he laid the box down on the table behind and opened it up.

“Let’s just say the destruction we all knew what was waiting to happen did finally happen tonight.” You kept your answer brief.

Fp raised his brows up at you slightly, as he brought out some rubbing alcohol to clean your wounds, “You talking about your sister-in-law?”

“Yeah, that bitch.” You grumbled, before taking another swig out of your beer as Fp took hold of your wrist.

“Your brother find out about the affair?” He began to dap the cuts on your knuckles lightly with some cotton, but even that caused you to wince and stop drinking your beer.

Fp rolled his eyes to look at you after hearing your sudden reaction to what he was doing, it wouldn’t have been the first time his touch had sent you over the edge, but that was a story for another time.

“Yep,” You rubbed your lips together uneasily, from both the memories of the last couple of hours, but also from the stinging on your skin, “he saw it with his own two eyes down at the Whyte Worm.”

“And how did he react?” Fp then questioned, before he went to change the cotton for the next wound.

“How do you think he reacted?” You spat back at him, not aiming your anger towards him, but at this whole messy situation, “he was pissed, Fp. He flipped. I flipped.”

“I can see that.” He couldn’t help but smirk, as he brought his face up to meet with yours.

You rolled your eyes at his amusement towards your choice of retaliation, about to go take another sip from your beer, when you suddenly felt his fingers graze the top of your forehead, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face and your gaze fell straight onto his.

Looking back at him, you felt your stomach drop slightly at his touch on you, his fingers so light and gentle on your face, the last time they had been like that had been many weeks ago, things hadn’t been this close between you two for a long time and it felt just as good as it always did.

But this time it was different. So different. So much had happened.

Noticing your reaction to what he did, Fp tried to ignore the tension now rising in the room and went back to caring for your wounds, as he dabbed the cut on your forehead, where your sister-in-law had thrown a glass at you and it had just skimmed across your skin before crashing into the wall behind.

Swallowing away the lump that had formed in your throat, you cleared it quickly and went back to retelling the story, “She followed us back here. She tried to get him to forgive her and take her back. And I’m sure at one point he was going to, until I stepped in and told her to go, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer..”

Fp finished cleaning the wound, before he leant over and took some gauze tape out of the box, before he began to stick it over the cut on your forehead, wanting to make sure you would heal nicely, both on the outside and in, so he just let you continue on.

“So I tried to drag her out of the trailer, but she just wouldn’t leave, so my brother stepped in, but even his attempts failed, because everytime she kept coming back and trying to worm her way back into his head,” You explained further, as you leant across to put your half drunken beer on the table,

But Fp took it back off and took a swig out of himself, this story enough to make anyone wanting to drink away the drama, but also because he couldn’t deal with this sexual atmosphere that was still lingering in the background at such a serious time.

He wasn’t even sure you felt it too.

But you could. And you did feel it. So very much. It was so strong.

“And I just lost it,” You said as Fp’s eyes came back onto you and his eyes trailed down to the blood that was seeping through your t-shirt, specks of it peeking out the top round the neckline on your skin, so close to where your chest and cleavage were,

And there was that tension, it grew more and more, with just a simple look.

“I-i-i just flipped….”

You found yourself now lost for words, as your eyes met with his once more, your chest tightened and your stomach began to churn with excitement and nerves, the way Fp was looking at you was sending you over the edge.

This man. He made you forget everything. He made you feel so alive even in the dark. Fp jones had you so good.

“I..” Fp even found himself struggling to form a sentence, before he cleared his own throat huskily, “w-what happened there?”

“Uh,” Your gaze dropped down to your chest, where Fp’s own kept moving from your face and to this area of your body, before you confessed what else happened  "that’s not my blood. It’s hers.“

Fp couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, whether it was a nervous one or just one of humour to hear this, "What? What did you do to her?”

“Don’t worry she’s still alive and walking, I mean, just about anyway…” You explained with a small smirk, as you stood up and shrugged yourself out of your leather biker jacket, “I could have done a lot worse.”

“Not a doubt in my mind.” He smirked, as he watched you walk round and headed over to the kitchen.

“Do you think I could borrow a shirt? I mean, I’ll give it back, but I don’t fancy having that snakes blood on my body for a second more.” You said, as you daringly took off your t-shirt to reveal your red lacy bra.

Fp’s eyes lit up slightly to see you stood there, bloody shirt in one hand, the other on your hip, the lacy garment covering your chest, but Fp knew what was behind there, and you knew how teasing this would be for him, but it made all more fun and you needed some fun.

“I take that as a yes.” You spun round on your hip and began to walk through to his room, when you felt his hands quickly wrap around your waist and stop you from moving any further.

Your breath hitched in your throat at his large and warm hands on your body again, his skin touching your own, for the first time in a long time and it felt so damn good to feel it again, it sent shivers to erupt over your skin and this time round, Fp knew what he was doing to you.

“You might have not killed that girl tonight,” He whispered huskily in your ear from behind you, as your teeth grazed against your bottom lip, trying to fight off the uncontrollable smile that was going to plaster all over your face, “but you’re definitely killing me..”

Slowly spinning round to face Fp, your gently laid your hands down on the black t-shirt that covered his chest and looked up at his face, his frame towering over your slightly, “Fp Jones, I thought we agreed..”

“Screw the agreement,” He hissed back at you, looking around your whole face with a smile, “I’m glad you came here, (y/n).”

“Me too.” You smiled back.

A few weeks ago, well many weeks ago, after the last time you had given into the feelings you two had discovered you shared for each other, you had agreed to stay away from each other to try let things simmer out.

Fp was still married to Glady Jones, his wife and he had two children, a son and a daughter, who were still kids. It wasn’t fair on them to rip the family apart more than it already had been. And you respected them all enough to stay away.

But tonight had been so different and hard not to run back to Fp. He had promised to be there for you when you needed him. The same way you told him you would be there when he was ready.

Yet things had happened tonight. And there was no way you wanted to wait a second longer. It had put too much in perspective. You wanted to be with Fp Jones. You needed to be.

Letting go of you, Fp took off the black and white plaid shirt that was covering his upper body and handed it over to you. You went to take it from him, wanting to put it on and wear his shirt, when he moved it away stopping you doing so.

Frowning back at him in confusion, Fp shook his head with a small chuckle, “not yet. We still need to finish cleaning you up first.”

Without even giving you a chance to respond and question him, Fp quickly picked you up and held you high with his hands on the backs of your thighs, your hands came around his neck as you giggled helplessly.

He lowered your body slightly, so your face came into the same level his, before he leaned a little closer, your faces inches apart, as you sighed and felt the tension rise once more. Your eyes teasingly flickered from his eyes down to his lips, wanting to test the water and see if this was what he truly wanted tonight.

Because this was what you wanted. This was what you needed more than anything.

Catching your gaze with his own, Fp broke the gap between the two of you and kissed you, gently and slowly at first, but as he felt you sigh into the kiss and pull him closer, he turned up the heat and embraced you passionately.

Carrying your body and his own out of the kitchen, Fp went over to his bathroom and pulled open the door, he began to take off his shoes as he continued to kiss you, and you kissed him back just as hard, your hands tangling round the back of you, were you took off your bra and let it slide down onto the floor below.

Pulling out of the kiss, Fp grinned back at you as you did the same, before moving your lips onto his jaw, kissing along his stubble as your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck, knowing it would send him over the edge as he struggled to turn on the shower beside the two of you.

Once the water was on and working, Fp carefully stood your body back down onto the floor, as you slipped out of your own shoes, whilst he began to take off his pants. You couldn’t help but step back over to him, stopping him from going any further and instead you began to take off his shirt.

The garment dropped to the floor seconds later, before your hands trailed down from his smooth chest and onto his stomach, one of your favourite parts of his whole body, the way it felt up against your own naked body was one of the most comforting things.

Breaking that space between the two of you again, you kissed Fp strongly before you motioned him towards the shower cubicle. Not wanting to waste another moment, Fp picked you back up and stepped under the water with you.

Just like the rain that was crashing down outside. The water collided with your bodies, the two of you still stood in your jeans, but your bare chest exposed and touching, as Fp brought you to your feet again.

The kiss never breaking, not even once, as the water began to wash away the drama of that night, making way for the sun that would rise in the morning, one that was full of warmth and security in the only place you wanted to stay, where Fp also wanted you to stay.

4

When Adrianne Reynolds was 16-years-old, she left her hometown of Kilgore, Texas, to live with her father and his wife in East Moline, Illinois. Once there, she enrolled in Black Hawk College Outreach Center. She dreamed of earning her GED and joining the marines. Another dream of hers was to become a car designer or a singer; he had a phenomenal voice. It was here that she met Sarah Kolb and Cory Gregory, both self-proclaimed juggalos.

Just a couple of months after joining the school, Adrianne asked Cory on a date. Despite the fact that Sarah had a boyfriend, Sean, this infuriated her. Cory was her friend and she didn’t want Adrienne “stealing” him. On the afternoon of 21 January, 2005, Sarah invited Adrienne to Taco Bell with her and Cory. At some point on the drive over, Adrienne and Sarah got into an altercation. As the rolled up to Taco Bell, Cory held Adrianne down while while Sarah beat her with a wooden handle that she kept in her car for protection and strangled her to death with her belt.

Following the murder, Sarah and Cory took her lifeless body to Sarah’s grandparents’ farm. Here, they attempted to set her on fire in the hopes that she would turn to ashes. When this failed, they contacted 16-year-old Nathan Gaudet and told him about their predicament. Nathan drove over to the farm, armed with a handsaw to dismember Adrianne before disposing of her remains in a manhole. A couple of days later, she was found and it wouldn’t be long until Cory’s conscience got the better of him and he confessed.

Both Sarah and Cory were found guilty of first-degree murder. During testimony at trial, it was claimed that Sarah had a crush on Adrianne and acted out due to jealousy. Sarah received 53 years in prison while Cory received 40. During her trial, Sarah announced that she felt no guilt. Nathan was found guilty of concealment of a body and served 4 years in a juvenile centre. 4 years later, he died in a car crash.

I want to remember...

Summary: What if you wake up and can remember enough of what happened the night before to know that everything has changed, but still don’t know who made the first move? (just a little friends to lovers sexy times for your Saturday) AO3


She wakes up to the usual sounds of squealing brakes followed by impatient horn blasts, security gates rattling in their journey upwards, murmurs of cell phone calls and the occasional bark of a too small dog. The noises of the city around her never seem to change, even on a morning that feels like it should be different. She presses at the base of her neck to see if the skin there is raised, fingertips tracing the same pattern as his lips, his tongue, the coarse hairs of his chin. Scrunching her eyes ever more tightly closed, she tries to add clarity to images threatening to disappear as consciousness fights with the fog of drunken mistakes.

Was it a mistake the way his mouth felt against hers, the weight of his hands on her skin or the possessive feel of his fingers anchored in her hair. Did he not mean the words he breathed between her lips between soul deep kisses?

“Finally…I’ve always wanted…Emma…”

She knows the truth of hers.

“Me too…”

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Mess with them - Epilogue

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: This is a re-write of Chandler and Monica’s secret relationship.

Word Count: 1,169

Warnings: Language, Smut, Semi Public, Thigh Riding

A/N: Happy Birthday @bicevans ♥ ily 
Inspired by Friends S7ep16 The One with the Truth about London.(also quotes from that episode) AKA ‘the first time Steve and Reader hooked up’

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Epilogue]

Originally posted by all-about-that-fandoms

The quinjet was oddly silent, a sign that the mission didn’t go very well. Your teammates were fast asleep in the back of the jet. You were knackered, too, but you kept replaying the failed mission over and over in your head.

With a heavy sign, you crossed the jet and slumped down in the seat next to Steve. He threw you a side glance, but his hands were still on the control panel, his attention focused on the dials. You glanced at the sky and its pale pink clouds. Steve saw the forlorn look in your eyes.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“No?” You scoffed. “You gave me an order and I failed. Don’t go easy on me, I’m not a child.”

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anonymous asked:

pleasee write nb!alex in college, like could they meet maggie in college too? also just as a personal preference cause I love the idea could alex have a really cool undercut? wow I love your writing and college nb!alex would be amazing

It’ll all be okay next term.

Next term, when Kara comes to school with them, when Kara will be a freshman.

Because Eliza is always talking about Alex needing to take care of Kara, and Alex is always thinking of taking care of Kara.

But it’s been a while since they’ve realized how much Kara takes care of them, too, without even meaning to.

Because the phone calls and the FaceTime sessions aren’t enough.

Especially now.

Especially now with their new undercut – it took a couple anti-anxiety meds to actually go through with it, because you’re already underperforming in your coursework, Alexandra, and now you’re distracting yourself further with ridiculous haircuts? – and especially now with the binder they’d saved for all of fall term to be able to afford.

The binder that finally helps them be able to wear henleys, because the damn shirts never fell right on their body before. The binder that will undoubtedly draw cries of protest from Eliza, because oh Alexandra – or would you prefer Alexander? You know this is all so much for me to take in – your body is beautiful, and aren’t you concerned about the wear and tear with such intense compression, and what will you do when you have to spend hours in the lab and you get overheated in that thing? You are still intending to spend hours in the lab, aren’t you? Because after you failed that last test, I keep worrying that you’ll just forsake all that you’ve spent so long building for… what? Some girl? Is there a girl? God, can you let me deal with this gender stuff before bringing home a girl? Would that girl be a lesbian, anyway? Oh, Alexan – Alex – why can nothing ever be simple with you, it used to be so simple with you.

The binder that will draw protests, but hell, they’re failing a couple of classes anyway – and Eliza makes sure they can’t forget it – so why not fail at everything, right?

At least, when Alex looks in the mirror with their new binder on – their roommate Lucy had grinned like a fiend listening to Alex stumble around the bathroom, pulling it up over their legs and ass, upside down and backwards, so they could slip it up their body properly, and Lucy’s grin had only gotten bigger at Alex’s excited squeals as they tossed open the door and kept running their hands over their flattened chest, standing front ways, sideways, all ways, tossing on shirt after shirt after shirt, just to watch them finally fit properly – at least when they look in the mirror now, they see their own smile, their own tears, Lucy’s grin, hear Kara’s squeals over FaceTime, rather than Eliza’s disapproval.

“The girls are gonna love you even more than they already did, Danvers,” Lucy nudges them as the two friends sit very illegally on the ledge of their first floor dorm room, their legs hanging out of their window, a couple of feet off the ground, and Alex pffts, and Alex splutters, and Alex blushes.

But then Alex glances down at their newly-bound chest, first with excitement, first with pride, then with… panic, and they grow serious.

“But what if my mom’s right? What if the gay girls just want… well…”

“Straight up girls?”

Alex nods with tears in their eyes.

“You’re amazing, Alex. Binding or not, whatever pronouns you use. Any girl can see that a mile away. And uh… hey. Looks like that gorgeous one already has.”

Alex’s heart plummets and they try to follow Lucy’s gaze, the slight nod of her head, subtly, subtly, subtly.

And then they almost tumble right off the windowsill, because the girl Lucy’s talking about?

The girl who just parked her motorcycle in the lot across from their dorm room, all thick leather jacket and boots and denim and dimples?

That girl is the most beautiful girl Alex has ever seen, and she’s staring right at them.

Alex sends a silent thank you to the queer goddesses that Lucy’s lawyerly aspirations include a military-style commitment to fitness, because somehow, even with her much smaller frame, she manages to grab Alex subtly enough to not make it obvious, strong enough to make sure they don’t splat out of the window.

The girl notices despite Lucy’s subtlety, and she grins.

Her eyes are bright and her dimples are adorable and Lucy mutters a reminder for Alex to breathe.

“Alright there?” the girl calls, and Lucy nudges Alex in the ribs.

“Nice ride,” they call back, and Lucy sits a little straighter, proud of her friend for using… words.

The girl struts over – Alex doesn’t know how to think about her walk as anything other than a confident, almost cocky, strut, and Alex is gone, gone, gone – with a small grin still on her face, a thin backpack slung over both shoulders and her helmet still in her hand.

“You two supposed to be hanging out of your window like that?”

Alex thinks of a lot of possible responses.

You supposed to be so hot amongst unsuspecting queers?

You supposed to be riding that motorcycle on campus? You can cause an accident with how good you look on it.

You supposed to have a voice that sounds like my first kiss and a face that looks like my heaven?

They think of a lot of possible responses, but they only splutter one.

“Sure, we – I mean, no, but pfft, rules? I mean, you rode a Triumph to school, like come on, screw rules, right?”

Lucy grimaces, claps Alex on the shoulder, and swings her legs up and back into their dorm room.

“Well. Good luck with this one,” she says to Maggie with a grin. “I’m Lucy Lane, and their name – if they never get around to telling you – is Alex Danvers. Feel free to stop by any time…”

“Maggie Sawyer,” the girl answers, but her eyes are on Alex’s face, which has gone pale since Lucy used their proper pronouns to introduce them to this gorgeous girl, since Maggie’s eyes traced slowly up and down Alex’s body, taking in their undercut, their flat chest, their boy jeans, their black, short-sleeved henley.

“Well. You kids have fun,” Lucy claps Alex’s shoulder again, and Alex thinks about asking her – begging her – to stay, but Lucy’s hopped back inside before Alex can form words.

“So, college has you so busy that you’re window hanging, Danvers?” the new girl teases. Maggie. Maggie Sawyer.

Alex rolls the name around in their mind, on their tongue, and decide they love it.

They shrug. “I’m usually in the lab.” They point haphazardly in the direction of one of the science buildings. “But I uh… I’ve had a lot going on lately, depression and whatever, and my mom’s been ragging on me more than usual, so I haven’t been doing so great in classes, so they gave me time off from the lab to fix my grades and – shit, I’m sorry, I… I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

“They tend to ramble in front of cute girls, Sawyer!” Lucy shouts from inside their living room, and Alex nearly leans in to take a swipe at her, but Maggie just grins.

“They’re lucky I find rambling charming, then,” Maggie calls back with a tilted head and a bright smile.

She used my pronouns. She used my pronouns. She used my pronouns and she’s smiling at me like maybe she can like me and holy shit, is she – she is – oh shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna either kill Lucy or get her a car or something as a thank you…

Because Maggie is swinging her backpack off her back and gingerly placing her helmet on top of it on the ground, and she’s arching an eyebrow.

“Want some company up there, Danvers?” she asks, holding up a hand, and Alex gulps, and Alex leans down to grasp it.

They both inhale sharply at the other’s touch, at the strength in the other’s grip. At the spark, the heat, that shoots through both of their bodies on contact.

Alex tugs her up easily, and Maggie situates herself next to them on the window ledge.

“So your parents have hella painful expectations of you too, huh?” she asks, her voice deliberately light.

“Just my mom. My dad, he uh… plane crash.”

“Oh shit, Danvers, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to – “

“No. No, it’s okay. Your parents too? Expectations?”

Maggie grins wryly and studies their fingernails. “It’s whatever. But hey – looks like you got yourself a nice roommate.”

“Damn right they do!”

“Oh my god, Lucy!”

“What, am I cramping your non-existent style, Al?”

Alex groans but Maggie just laughs. “She looks out for you,” she says softly after a few moments, like it’s hard for her to believe that people have relationships like that. Friendships like that. Family like that.

Like it’s a foreign concept to her.

Alex runs their hand over the side of their head that’s shaved, and bites the inside of their cheek.

“Do you not? Have people who look out for you?”

Maggie just shrugs. “I’m new here. New to… cities, generally.”

Alex studies her for a moment. “Welcome, then, Maggie Sawyer. Consider yourself looked out for.” They hold out their hand, and Maggie looks wary, like touching them again will catapult her into a world she’s scared to go, terrified to trust, petrified to hope for.

But Alex’s face is kind, and it’s open, and damn, it’s cute as hell.

And cute queers always were Maggie’s weakness.

Or, now, maybe… her hope.

She takes Alex’s hand, and shakes it, and she watches Alex groan good-naturedly when Lucy whoops from inside their living room.

“Can you get your own life?!” Alex calls back inside, not bothering to take their hand from Maggie’s.

“Not when yours is so straight out of a movie!”

Alex blushes and Maggie beams and Alex thinks, for once, that maybe, if this is part of their life movie, that they’re not such a failure after all.

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*requested —> kpop-killed me: can i have a sexy officer jaehyun au ? knock yourself out on this one ;)

Anon said: police officer au for jung jaehyun if possible fluff+a lil pinch of nastiness will do ;))))

Originally posted by yonges

author’s note: 1,661 words. Probably could’ve done better but lsfdls;fksf I tried T_T 

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EXO Mafia Reaction: Their S/O Wanting to Breakup

Hey it’s your girl back again with the requests !

I decided to mash these two together into one reaction. 6 of the members are just getting dumped, while the other 6 have been caught in their underground business.

ones getting caught: Suho, Kris, Luhan, Chen, Lay, Baekhyun

ones getting dumped: Sehun, D.O, Chanyeol, Xiumin, Kai, Tao

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Suho:

When you said to him that you no longer wanted to be with him, it hurt Suho worse than any injuries he had taken on the field. It felt as though his world was crumbling around him in that moment. His heart would shatter into a million pieces, each of them with your name written on it. Even though he was absolutely distraught, he would respect your wishes, allowing you to leave on your own accord. He would never show how truly he was hurt when you were around, leaving a cold, blank stare in place of emotion. What killed him the most was the fear in your eyes that let him know you found out about his work. Since the nature of the breakup wasn’t regular, he would have to have eyes on you at all times since you were a liability at this point. No matter what happened though, he never, ever, wanted you to fear him.

Sehun:

Through the entirety of your relationship, Sehun was not one to express his emotions easily. It took months of careful conversation and opening up to finally get him to show anything beyond tight-lipped smiles. When you ended it, it shocked you to the core when you saw his façade simply disappear. It was a flash of pure agony on his face that you saw, right before it turned back to its usual coldness. He felt a million emotions rush through him at once, but his training always made him resort back to his emotionless self. As you walked away from him, leaving him heartbroken and breathless, he wasn’t sure what to do. He was hurt and wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but he also wanted to chase after you and do whatever he could to win you back. In the end, it would take him a few days to recoup, but he would do all he could to charm his way back into your heart. This boy cannot stand to lose, especially his love.

Kris:

His heart was one hardened by years of constant fighting, but when it came to you, Kris was an absolute softie. So when you ended things, it felt as if you had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart so hard it burst. He flushed pink, his throat closing up and eyes slowly becoming watery. He would never admit it to anyone, but it took everything he could in his power not to break down in front of you. Choking back his turbulent emotions, he would quietly ask you to stay, but you refused to stay with someone who hurt others. He would assure that he would never put you in danger, but you left anyway, the fear too prominent. Even after you had left, your own emotions running rampant, he knew he would have to deal with your knowledge of his work. He would have to order someone to send you hush money, Kris’s heart being too soft to do anything else to you.

D.O:

At first glance, it seemed as though D.O had no particular response to you ending things. He just seemed to be processing the entire thing, his face completely devoid of emotion. You knew better, though, and watched as his cheeks flushed while he gripped tighter to his shirt sleeves. His breathing came out in short breaths, similar to someone who was choking. His eyes grew just the lightest shade of pink as he sniffed harshly. He was hurt, to say the least. He was too hurt to try and ask you to reconsider, so all he had the emotional capability to plead for was an explanation. You offered him the best one you had and left, too torn up yourself to watch his reaction. The majority of how he responded would be played out over the course of the next few days. He was unfocused on missions, refused to eat, and spent most of the night lying awake. D.O was completely incapacitated.

Luhan:

Constantly expressing his emotions in the most noticeable way possible, when you said you no longer wanted to be together, tears began pouring their way out of Luhan’s eyes. If it weren’t for the situation in which you were ending the relationship, he would have fallen onto his knees, begging for forgiveness. Instead of trying to convince you as he may have normally done, he instead kept his distance, knowing that there was nothing he could do to change why you were leaving. He would ask you to reconsider, but would eventually see how truly hurt you were by his underground behavior and activities. He would feel as though he were hit by an oncoming car as you looked at him with such fear and pain in your eyes. As you left him, he would collapse, sobs racking his frame. Until Suho said something too him, he would put off trying to keep your knowledge to yourself. With a heavy heart, he sent more money than you could ever need to your door.

Chanyeol:

You were so used to Chanyeol’s never ending exuberant and extra personality. He was always doing something ten times more intense than the average person would. Whether that be in his laughter or tears, he was always extra. What hurt you even more to be ending the relationship was his blank stare in return. He had no words or actions to express the feelings going through his system. He short circuited in that moment, leaving him absolutely blank. The only times he had acted like this in his life was when he was carrying out crimes that not even the highest paid man would commit. He would slowly come back after processing what you had said, only letting his breathing get heavy and a few tears slide down his cheeks in front of you. He would quietly ask to be alone, and you would take your departure, seeing the broken man you had left behind you.

Chen:

Chen goes through his daily life using his years of persuasion training to get people to do whatever he wants. When you meekly said you knew about what he does, all of his training seemed to leave his mind. It hurt him incredibly to watch as your normally sparkling eyes stared him down with nothing but sadness and fear. You felt as though you couldn’t trust any of the raw, unplanned apologies falling from his mouth. He knew you weren’t listening to him which made it all worse. After the conditioning he had to go through in the past, no tears were present n him, while you were a blubbering mess. To you, everything about him was disingenuous, when in reality; he loved you with all of his heart and soul. With a heavy heart, before you left, he would have to twist his words around in order to gain your confidentiality about his work.

Xiumin:

Being used to getting what he wants, it was a bit of a surprise to Xiumin when you asked to no longer be together anymore. Hs cheeks burned, a hint of slight embarrassment hiding behind his eyes. His heart began to ache, the realization that he was losing you slowly taking over any thoughts of shock in his mind. The pain echoing from his chest slowly reached into a harsh drumming beneath his eyelids, a stress headache slowly beginning to form. Without thinking, he would use his persuasion techniques to try and convince you to stay. Shocking himself even more, you tediously agreed to give him another chance. To be quite honest, the fact that he unknowingly used his training on you hurt him. He never wanted to bring work home, especially around you. He would accept you with never ending love and support, but an internal war would be raging inside of him.

Lay:

The best way to describe how Lay felt when you said you no longer wanted to be together was “cold.” It felt as though to him that he had failed both himself and you in some way. It felt to him that no matter how hard he tried to run from what he does, it never seems to leave him. His heart was simply torn apart, leaving an empty shell in his chest. With everything that you found out about him, it terrified you to be in the same room. You kept swearing over and over again that you’d never tell if he didn’t hurt you. Lay’s very existence began to grow colder and harder with each plead. He hated himself, his job, the mafia; Lay hated that you feared him. He would be a good boy and play his role, quietly offering you the hush money. He felt like the scum of the earth, merely managing a concerned look. Once you were gone, he would fold into himself, hating everything around him.

Kai:

As soon the words left you lips, the hard exterior Kai had built up over the years suddenly began to soften. You watched in agony- as well as amazement –as tears spilled onto Kai’s cheeks. Not once during your relationship had he cried in front of you, and he still tried to hide his face from you as he wept. The pain of losing you was great, the sudden emptiness filling his chest. You would slowly begin to comfort him, you instincts taking over. Ignoring the tense air and pain the both of you were feeling, you were simply there for each other until you could both breathe properly again. Once your pity party was over, the emptiness filled Kai’s heart again as he knew you were really leaving. He wouldn’t try to make you stay for fear that something may happen to you if he did. He watched as you left, salty tears still pouring out of his eyes.

Baekhyun:

Whenever Baekhyun is silent, you know something is wrong. It was no surprise to you for him to grow exceptionally quiet when you said you were leaving him. His throat was closing up on him, his heart pounding faster in his chest. He was nearly panicking on the inside, but externally he looked simply like a confused child. You told him about how you found his stash of drugs that he had planned to take on a deal the next day. Things would become much clearer for him then, but it still didn’t ease the pain coursing through his body. He would try to make small excuses to keep you from leaving, but you were so hurt by his actions that you had to leave. After a few more measly attempts, Baekhyun would fully accept that you weren’t going to be with him anymore. It felt as though a bullet went flying through his chest in that moment. His entire body would hurt, for the pain of losing you hurt more than anything he’s ever felt in the mafia.

Tao:

Already prone to horrible mood swings, when you told him what was happening it felt like he had forty-six of them in one second. He felt incredibly sad, then upset, then scared, to even a hint of anger for not treating you better. You could see all of them flickering across his face, only to watch them settle into deep sadness. He wouldn’t hold back a single tear, his emotions pouring out of him like a faucet. He would seem to look smaller than usual, his shoulders slouching and his head laying low. You couldn’t stand to watch him in this state, for you were nearly as distraught as he. As soon as you left, things went downhill fast. His mood swings were more intense for the days coming, making deals very difficult. He would always be angry, or sad. The worst days though was when he was completely blank, and could only think about the faint memories he had of you.

~ Admin C

|| Yours To Love || [[smut]]

{summary: will he still love you if he knows about the new life growing inside of you?}

this is a day late and i’m sorry ;w; work was so crazy yesterday that i really couldn’t write for this au as much as i wanted to.

this short series is almost done with, with the next update being the EPILOGUE. I may do the first and second parts of this story in bucky’s POV, but we’ll just have to wait and see, because i’m not TOO confident when it comes to taking on a male’s POV.

ps i am so sorry for sinning on easter.

[ {I’m Yours} series tagging list ]: @iamwarrenspeace , @topkay , @imagine-thingsandstuff , @acunningstargazer , @sea-kale , @marvel-fanfiction , @sebatianstanisbae , @boom-boombang

warnings: brief usage of bondage (namely handcuffs), oral (female receiving), thigh riding/fucking (idk what it’s called but if you readers are brave enough to read this poorly written smut, then you’ll know what i’m talking about)

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**

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Requests: 

  1. COULD YOU DO NUMber 46 WITH LAFAYETTE
  2. 21 with Tjeffs or Laffy Taffy? ❤️🇫🇷 
  3. It’s no problem! Maybe 4 & 47 with laf instead? :))
  4. Can you write an either jefferson or lafayette x reader fic where the reader has been teasing him the entire day and i mean TEASING like putting a hand on his thigh going upwards but not end up doing anything, sitting on his lap and grinding slightly etc. if you could, can it end up being smutty. (You can trash this idea if you’re uncomfortable with it. :) )

Word Count: 1849

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Warning: Smut, but there’s a line separating the smut from the fluff

AU: Modern


“Lafayetteeeee.” You whined, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention for the third time.

Lafayette was playing video games while you were completely bored out of your mind. Every time you tried to get his attention, he barely acknowledged you, completely focused on the damn game.

He grunted in acknowledgement, keeping his eyes glued to the TV screen as he sniped another enemy.

You sighed before laying your head in his lap to stare up at him. “Love me.”

No response.

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diversemediums  asked:

How will our newlyweds handle the aftermath of their first night together in The Black Watch? Will Claire come out of her shell and surprise us all?


The Black Watch: Part 4:

Pulling the duvet up and over her head, Claire listened to the soft swish of the dog’s tail against the small rug that sat in front of the fire. Bran liked to keep her company, and usually she liked it in return.

Covering her ears, she tried to block out the noise, all manner of disturbance disrupting her calm.

True to his word, Jamie hadn’t touched her again –leaving her, instead, to her own devices.

Instead she’d begun to wake, alone and covered in a cold sheen of sweat, her mind replaying erotic imagery that she just couldn’t shake. Trembling, she curled her knees up to her chest and felt beside her, the small dent in the mattress evidence that Jamie had not long been up and away. His side of the bed was still warm, the scent of his flesh buried deep into the down of the duvet.

Her thighs, drawn together by the pulse that throbbed solidly between them, curled towards her chest as she tried to contain the feelings that had been steadily mounting inside of her.

Shrugging her shoulders, Claire slid herself out from under the covers in preparation for the day.

The water in the basin beside the fire was cold, but Claire dipped her hands in nonetheless, ensuring that her skin didn’t freeze too much before washing her face and neck. Shivering, she pulled the cloth from where it sat on the arm of the chair and began to dry the cold droplets from her skin.

Gathering her sewing basket, she pulled the delicate wool of her blanket around her shoulders and curled up on the chair. Usually Claire would do her darning downstairs in the company of Jenny and the others, but today she felt the need for some privacy. Her heart was still racing from her dream, the blood in her veins boiling beneath her skin.

Her hands shook as she ran the coarse fabric of Jamie’s socks through her fingers, poking her fingers through the small holes he’d managed to create with his toes. Claire wriggled her hips, trying desperately to concentrate on her task and not the unspoken devil that seemed to have taken up residence in her tummy.

“Ow!” She yelped, the needle pricking the skin of her fingertip as she lost focus for just a second. Dropping the sock, needle and thread, Claire curled her knees up to her chest as she sucked the injured article into her mouth.

Feeling daft, she closed her eyes letting the damp digit fall from her lips before bending down to collect the limp sock from the floor. Claire continued on, managing to ignore the persistent niggle that had begun to irritate her now.

One sock down, Claire placed her sewing kit safely down on the mantle over the fireplace and paced in front of the fire. The pile that she had to complete seemed to mock her as she puffed and panted stomping her feet against the neatly woven rug. Her discomfort had only grown and instead of dissipating once she’d busied herself it had solidified, causing her skin to tingle periodically, gooseflesh rising on the tops of her thighs as they brushed together.

Below, Jenny glanced towards the ceiling as the rhythmic creaking stopped and started once more. She smiled to herself recalling the conversation she’d overheard between her brother and father only days before.

Jamie had been worried about his approach to Claire after their first *unsuccessful* interaction. In an attempt to comprehend the subtleties in his new marriage he’d approached his father for some sage advice. Jenny, well trained in the art of eavesdropping, had busied herself far enough away that she wouldn’t be noticed, but close enough to hear their conversation.

Having some idea as to Claire’s dilemma, Jenny hitched her skirts and climbed the stairs quietly. She opened the door carefully, hunching her shoulders as she leant her head around the entranceway.

Keeping her voice low, Jenny stuck one foot over the threshold as she approached Claire cautiously.

“I noticed ye didna come to join us, Claire,” she said, breaking the silence.

Turning her head slightly, Claire nodded over her shoulder at Jenny, her hands clenching in the loose fabric of her night-shift as she swayed to and fro. “No, I just wanted some time alone,” she replied smiling slightly as she faced Jenny fully.

“Get yersel’ dressed, lass,” Jenny asked, waving her hand towards the wardrobe as she marched towards Claire’s dresser, “I think we need to have a wee chat, aye?”

Nodding, Claire did as she was told, unable and unwilling to put up any resistance against her – more than compelling – sister-in-law.

The morning air was warm as Claire walked slightly behind Jenny her mind flitting all over the place as she tried to enjoy the fresh air and Jenny’s company.

“You’re restless, Claire,” Jenny interjected, stating the obvious as they stood at the edge of the very field Jamie and Brian were hard at work in. Waving at her brother and father, Jenny bumped her shoulder gently against Claire’s in a familial show of camaraderie.

“He’s restless too.”

Claire’s eyes held Jamie’s as he bowed, winked and continued with his work. Her heart ached a little as she rested her palms on the fence allowing her thick curls to fall over her ears.

“He was asking da for advice the other day so you can trust me when I say this, Claire. He’s a good man, and I’m no’ just saying so because he’s my brother.” Placing her hand on top of Claire’s she squeezed lightly. “He’s too scared to touch ye again, for fear that ye’ll reject him…or that he’ll hurt you again.”

Staying quiet, Claire let Jenny’s warm touch soothe her as she allowed her words to sink in.

“That feeling ye have, the one inside you that willna leave ye be,” Jenny continued, a knowing glint in her eye, “you canna ignore it, Claire. Let it guide ye instead. I promise you, trust in it, and trust in Jamie.”

Jenny left her then, returning to the big house with an impressive smile on her face.

Dipping her toes into the hot water, Claire slid the robe from her shoulder as she sunk into the tub, the steam rising around her as she turned her face towards the fire. She’d taken Jenny’s advice to heart and had spent hours preparing for Jamie’s return eager to attempt intimacy once more.

But the sun had long since set and Jamie had yet to turn in.

Pushing the disappointment away, Claire reached for the soap rubbing the thick bar against her sodden skin as she washed the dirt from the day away.

She closed her eyes, letting the soft lap of the water lull her. The fire kept the tin warm enough that the bath retained its heat. Basking in the glow, Claire dunked her head under, letting her hair float around her face as her feet dangled over the edge. With her ears plugged by the water, Claire failed to notice as Jamie finally appeared.

Closing the door behind him, Jamie held his nerve. Undoing the buttons on his waistcoat, he plucked it from his shoulders, unbuckling his belt next as he neatly folded his dusty clothes and placed them carefully over the arm of the chair. Sitting, he toed off his boots before stripping the shirt from his back leaving him naked as the day he was born.

Upon hearing the noise, Claire peeked her head over the metal edge of the bathtub, her nose butting against the moist, tepid surface as she glanced over to watch her naked husband. Hidden, Jamie could only see her bright whisky eyes as they slid over his nude form.

“Ye waited up for me, sassenach?” Jamie asked, seeing her lost for words.

Smiling coquettishly, her mouth still hidden from view, Claire nodded. Pulling herself up further, her fingers gripped the rim, her knuckles going white with the pressure of holding her weight steady. “I miss you,” she whispered, her wet hair bobbing on the surface of the water as she levered herself so that her elbows now rested along the top of the bath, bringing her head and shoulders fully upright.

Raising himself from the chair, Jamie strode over to Claire and knelt beside her, reaching his hand out to run his finger along the length of her sodden cheek.

“Do you?” He returned, a hint of humour in his tone.

“You spoke to your father about me?” She asked, curious as to what had transpired between the Frasers.

Blushing, the red stain ran along Jamie’s cheeks and down his neck as he dipped his head a little, his forehead coming into contact with Claire as his hands snaked further down her bare body.

The ache intensified as Jamie’s large palm ghosted against the side of her breast.

“Aye,” he whispered in return, his lips resting softly over hers as he wetted them with his tongue, tasting Claire for the first time in weeks. “I wanted to ken how to be a good husband to ye, Claire. HIm and my mam loved one another deeply and I hope,” he paused, placing one delicate kiss against her mouth before continuing on, “one day we might have the same bond.”

Sloshing the water surrounding her, Claire pushed herself up, Jamie’s words warming her inside and out as she joined her lips fully against his now, her hands tangling in his hair as she dragged him forwards.

Doing as Jenny said, he allowed the neediness that she’d been holding back since their arrival at Lallybroch to take precedence over the fear.

“Can I wash you?” She mumbled, pulling back a little now, panting with the exertion of her forceful embrace. Taking a moment just to breath, Claire realised suddenly how little she knew of Jamie. She’d learned, of course, about him as a man, but his flesh was a mystery to her.

Wanting to memorise every inch of him she climbed from the bath and ushered him into the cooling waters, intent on her mission.

Allowing her to take some form of control, Jamie obeyed her signals, plunging himself into the bath in front of her, his back to her chest as Claire lathered up the sponge. Gazing around at her, he reached his hand backwards to keep contact with her, tickling his fingers along the smooth expanse of her arm, the tips of them gathering up the droplets of water her own dunk had left upon her skin.

“Beautiful,” he sighed, blinking rapidly as she began massaging suds into the dirt that’d smeared over his chest during the day.

Claire smiled, a small thing that tugged at the corners of her mouth as her cheeks began to flame under his scrutiny. “Not too bad yourself,” she returned, her tone breathless as if she were struggling to speak.

Leaning forwards, the peaks of her breasts brushed against Jamie’s back as her hands reached below the water line to wash his submerged belly. Trying to contain herself, Claire swallowed, her heart picking up paces as it thudded harder beneath her chest.

He was aroused. His hard flesh bobbing against the back of her hand as she ran the sponge over his groin. Trying to remain calm, she attempted to ignore the sight of him, only failing when she heard him moan lightly. Turning her head she could see his pained expression. Head falling back against her shoulder, Jamie had his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open as if he were trying desperately to stay still.

“It’s alright, Claire,” he groaned, unable to keep the lust from his tone as he twisted towards her, causing her to drop the sponge in the water and raise her hand to take hold of his. “Ye dinna need to stop…”

“Take me to bed, Jamie,” she stuttered, the throb between her legs intensifying at the mere thought of him holding her against his chest now. Gone were the awful memories of their first encounter, replaced now with a softer image of Jamie, one moulded by the gentleness of his father instead of the merciless Black Watch.

She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, she could feel it in the air that whirled around her in their large master bedroom.

“As you wish,” Jamie returned, quickly rising from tub to take Claire into his arms as they clasped each other close, the moisture making their combined skin slippery as Jamie walked Claire slowly towards their bed.

“I promise–” he began, tipping his head to the left as he nudged her nose.

“I know,” she interjected, her thighs hitting the solid base of the bed as her hands came round to grip his arse. “I trust you, Jamie.”

Wrapping his arms around her hips, Jamie placed Claire gently onto the bed, on top of the sheets, opening her legs with his knees as he crawled over her. Brian had opened his eyes, talking to him about the *proper* way to love a woman. Instead of –coming from behind–, he’d been advised to place himself face to face with Claire, making him more able to watch her. Being more conscious of his movements meant that he’d be able to ensure her pleasure.

Claire lay silently beneath him, her eyes half closed as she ran her hands up and down Jamie’s back. Waiting patiently. Content to have broken the divide that’d separated them, she was happy for Jamie to take his time.

With his father’s advice at the forefront, Jamie slowly pushed his way forwards, twisting his hips upwards stopping just shy as he captured her lips, kissing her passionately until he felt her legs wrapping around his waist.

Reassured that she wanted him, Jamie pressed his way inside her.

Biting down on Jamie’s bottom lip, Claire made a quiet keening noise as her muscles tensed. Pulling her legs closer to her chest, she kept her bottom levered to allow Jamie free movement against her, the pain nowhere near as harsh as she’d remembered it.

Breathing through his nose, Jamie swivelled his hips as gently as he was able, pushing and pulling himself against Claire, holding his weight over her as the pleasure built within him.

Muted gasps filled the room as Claire uncovered the small place inside of her that had been plaguing her dreams. Shuddering with the thrill of it, she rolled her arse upwards, thrusting her hips flush against Jamie as the twinge of something incredible bubbled beneath her skin.

Claire tensed as the sensation grew, her vision blurring as she opened and closed her eyes as she tried to make sense of the ever increasing titillation.

As the room seemed to tilt and swirl below her, Claire cried out, oblivion claiming her for seconds before allowing her body to collapse, fatigue overtaking the pleasure.

Jamie stilled for as long as he was able, his heart pounding as he watched Claire. The whole time he’d been hyper aware of her wellbeing. Cautious of every movement he made, not wanting to hurt her as he had done before. Safe in the knowledge that he’d shielded her from that, he finally let himself go.

Claire smiled, opening her bleary eyes now as she felt Jamie climax above her. Placing the flat of her palm against his cheek, she traced the heated sallows of his face, cementing the vision of him as he panted, trying to fill his lungs with as much oxygen as they could take.

Falling to the left, Jamie shimmied himself and Claire under the covers, keeping her close to his chest as she dozed soundlessly against him.

Kissing her forehead, he linked his legs with hers beneath the duvet and joined her in slumber, the crackle of the fire the only noise remaining as silence engulfed the lovers.

Isaac Lahey x Stiles!sis Request

hii!! could you please write an isaac lahey x reader where they’re dating and she’s trying to study, but he keeps interrupting her (like kissing her and stuff) cuz he’s bored??

AN: This goes along with the other Isaac Lahey imagines that you can find on Part 2 of my Masterpost :)


You sat at your desk in your room, your music playing as background noise to cancel out the rest of the noise going on the hallway. Your Chemistry book, your Statistics book, and your books for your English class were spread out in front out you. You heard your dorm door open and turned to see your smiling boyfriend enter. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I got out of practice early. Thought I’d stop by and hang out for a while and then we could get dinner. What are you doing,” he peered over your full desk.

“I’ve got a Chemistry test in a couple weeks that I have to get organized for, Stats homework due Friday and a quiz in it Wednesday, and I have a English paper I have to do a rough draft for. I don’t know if I’ll be entertaining until I can get some of this done,” you said apologetically.

“That’s alright, you do your work and I’ll just chill out here,” he jumped on your bed, “and look at my phone.” You grinned and got back to work, digging into your chemistry.

After about an hour of making chemistry note cards and reviewing your stats notes you heard Isaac finally reach the limit of his boredom. He let out a sigh before turning onto his stomach. Then another sigh as he gave up trying to get comfortable. He stood up and started looking the things that lines your shelves and nightstand, things he’d seen a thousand times before. Finally, he stopped behind your chair and knelt over your shoulder.

“Can I help you,” you turned to look at him.

“No.” He stayed over your shoulder watching you go over notes. Slowly his arms wrapped around your neck and he leaned into you. Then he pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Isaac,” you warned.

“What,” you could hear the smirk on his face as he pretended he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“I need to get this stuff done.”

“You are getting it done,” he said in between the kissed he kept giving you.

“Isaac, if I flunk these tests I’m going to be ruined…”

“You’re not going to fail. You’re a genius,” he spun your chair around and, this time, kissed your mouth. “So, why not take a little break with me?” His grin was infectious.

“I have to start my paper tonight.”

“Then let’s order a pizza for delivery, keep ourselves busy for a little while, and after we’ve eaten you can start your paper…”

With his smirking lips so close to yours you found yourself giving in. “I guess I can take a little break.”

“That’s my girl,” he said grabbing you and pulling you out of your chair.

I think a lot about Nico trying over and over again to summon Bianca or his mother, only to get nothing for months. And the number of failed tries just kept growing, tens, twenties, and suddenly it was hundreds. And just when he had given up hope, Percy Jackson comes along and she appears. And the first thing she said? “Hello Percy” as if Nico wasn’t even there. And then Bianca, the only person he could remember caring about him, tells him she was hoping he would give up. And not even a day passes before he’s by himself again, with Minos filling him with rage. No wonder Nico was willing to trick Percy to get a shot at knowing anything about his mother. She was the only family he had, and he couldn’t even remember her name. But even with all this, he still made Hades promise not to hurt Percy. 

Kiwi pt.2 - imagine

Hi my loves! The second part of Kiwi is a go! Hope you enjoy xx

YOU CAN READ PT.1 HERE - https://hazzasrose.tumblr.com/post/162213065546/kiwi-imagine


A year had passed. A year of touring. A year of writing songs. A year of wondering what was happening in your life without him. Harry was broken, His life was an old record stuck on repeat. Always the same old shit. Those who were close to him tried and failed to sew the patches of his mind back together. When he first left New Zealand, it was never this bad. He had started to live his life just like he should have been living it before he met you. Nothing could have prepared him for this. Nothing could have prepared him for the devastation and guilt he felt when he heard your message. He kept it on his phone, constantly torturing himself by listening to the words you spoke over and over again.

Visiting clubs and bars became a regular occurrence. Anyone who wanted to find him could, bent over whatever alcohol he fancied at the time. rings tapping the bar stool in time with his thoughts. Of course, he had his friends and family. Whether it was singing Christmas carols in a karaoke bar, or visiting his mum back home. he always put his emotions on hold for them.

When Harry first saw her, his vision cleared for the first time in months. He was in Hawaii for one of his best mate’s wedding. The reception and ceremony were beautiful, but Harry’s mind still wondered. It was the little girl. She was so curious, so pure, that he started to feel alive again. She reminded him of you in a way. Her high pitched laugh sung in his ears and he chased her through the palm trees. Her carefree dancing as everyone else milled around with glasses of champagne. It was as if someone has taken all his memories of you, and placed them in the body of a 3-year-old girl. Maybe a little combination of you and him running around wouldn’t be so bad.

The days in Hawaii were numbered, and on the last day, the little girl left. Harry felt empty again. He missed you more than ever. They say it’s when you’re sad that you make the most radical decisions. Hopping on a plane that would eventually take him to New Zealand the next day was radical. He had a life away from the tiny country now. Leaving that with no moments notice was radical. Taking nothing but the clothes on his back and the sunglasses in his hair was radical. But all that was going through Harry’s mind was you. He wondered what you would look like with a baby bump. Beautiful probably. You always did have a way of making your worst look your best. Fueled by this vision, he went. Touching down in the foreign land, the first thing he did was hire an uber to your apartment. But when he finally arrived at the red door with the chipped paint, hesitation filled his body. When Harry was younger, shyness was a struggle. Being thrown into the world of fame helped him overcome it, but the mere thought of seeing your face again caused his stomach to fill with butterflies.

Finally. after many pep talks and slapping his own checks to focus himself, Harry rapped briskly on the door with his knuckles, before stepping away from the frame, hands running through his curls. He could hear rustling inside, muffled voices. Suddenly the door creaked open. There was someone strange standing there. The someone definitely wasn’t you. For starters, they were a man. Harry cleared his throat. “Sorry mate must’ve got the wrong house. Lookin for y/n.” The guy leant on the edge of the door, eyeing Harry up and down, before turning his head into the apartment. “Babe? There’s some guy here asking for you.” Turning back to Harry, he straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest. If he was trying to be intimidating, Harry decided it was working.

it had never crossed his mind that you might’ve moved on. Sure, he had his fair share of flings over the past year, but for some reason, you just didn’t seem like the type of person to move on that quickly. None of Harry’s flings had lasted more than a couple of weeks, and he felt an odd feeling of jealousy hit his chest.

This was never on your radar. When your boyfriend had called out to you that day, saying there was a guy at the door, you racked your brains to see if a long forgotten coffee date with a co-worker had been booked. Never in your wildest dreams did you expect the lanky figure in the door to be Harry Styles. He looked good but tired, His recently cut hair had grown out, enough so that little curls were starting to form at the base of his neck. He had a tan, and the bits of scruff above his top lip stood out blonde against the caramel. His green eyes were as piercing as ever, but dark circles sunk his normally lively complexion. Looking down, you could see his large hands twisting and fiddling with the numerous rings that decorated his fingers. You were surprised to feel a spark inside when you recognised the one on his left middle finger. The one you had gifted him last Christmas.

When you first left your message to Harry over a year ago, you should have known the stubborn boy wouldn’t have listened. Darcy was 2 months old now. While she was still so little, you felt as though she knew that your current boyfriend wasn’t her daddy. You knew that dropping the baby bomb on Harry wouldn’t have made home stay away. But you dropped it anyway. Subconsciously almost. Maybe your heart secretly had always hoped that he would come back to you. Come back and be a happy little family all over again.

You felt nervous. You could see that Harry was too, by the way, his eyes adverted yours. He only raised his head when you finally spoke.

“Hey Harry”

He almost looked shocked with the simple greeting. It was the first time he had heard the voice of the girl he dreamed about in over 12 months. He grinned, and your stomach fluttered, stirring long buried feelings.

“Hey love. Was in the country, just wanted to stop by to see how things were.”



WHOOP THERE IT IS! Another cliff hanger, don’t kill me. Again, let me know if part 3 is in order! Thanks for reading! Lots of love xxxx

Help - Enoch O'Connor imagine One Shot (request)

a/n: hiii this was requested by someone (sorry i forgot, this is old) and uhhh it’s short, so sorry if anyone doesn’t like that :/ :D

request: can you do a enoch preference where reader has a peculiarity that they can control lighting and electricity or something and she is not in control and Enoch helps her or something please! :) btw I like your account!!!


y/n screamed. “ah!” she yelled, throwing her hands in the air and making the light bolts disappear. “i can’t do this, i can’t…” she whispered the last part and held her face with her hands.

enoch walked over to y/n and held her to his chest, soothing her back. his eyebrows were furrowed.

y/n and enoch were training y/n’s peculiarity for about an hour. the girl was now exhausted and annoyed. she tried to be in control over her power - that was what they were training now - but she failed constantly. y/n felt so miserable without any control over what she could do.

enoch felt y/n’s insecurity and being unsure of herself and sat her down on the bed with him. he wasn’t the best at comforting people or giving them the heads up, so the boy just kept quiet while holding y/n. the girl rested her head against enoch’s chest and sighed. 

“why can’t i control it?” she said quietly. “why am i such a horrible trainer for my power? i’m supposed to be good at this.”

“you’re not a horrible trainer.” enoch spoke. “you’re just… a beginner at it. there’s nothing bad about that. i used to be like you, too.”

“yeah, but since what age are you able to do this?”

“uh… i was seven or six.”

“see? that’s the problem.” y/n sighed and furrowed her eyebrows quite hard. “i’m sixteen, and it’s supposed to be a power i don’t have to worry about controlling. i could hurt someone any time because i don’t know when can i get the sparks out.”

then enoch sighed. “what if it’s anger? that, like, activates your peculiarity?”

y/n hummed, but she had turned back on hope, anyway. “maybe. not that i could get angry on an exact time.”

“what if someone angers you?” enoch suggested. 

“who - you?” y/n chuckled lightly. “sure, you annoy everyone, but you can’t anger me.”

“no,” enoch smiled, “not me. could a memory make you mad?”

“uhhh…” y/n furrowed her eyebrows again. “how do you get these ideas?”

enoch shrugged his shoulders. y/n wrapped her arms around his body and laid her head down on his chest. “yeah, i could try that.”

Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader- Bluejay

Okay, Imma just say this up front.  I made this a little too dark and I want to put up a warning separate to the warnings I usually put on my fics.  I just don’t want you guys to read this and go ‘Holy Shit I don’t want to read this anymore!’  Please proceed with caution. Seriously, this is one of the darkest things I’ve written.

Warning: Swearing, murder, mentions of abuse, alcohol consumption, angst, THIS IS VERY DARK GUYS SO PLEASE IGNORE THIS FIC IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE

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The Song Is You (Chapter One)

Summary: A summer road trip with your best friend lends its way to some revelations. 

Author’s Note: This has been a long time coming, you guys!! You’ve probably been hearing Esme and I talk about our fic collab for a while now. We’re very excited to finally begin releasing this special piece to the public! All we can say now is that you will finally understand all the Monster Mash and “rick rolling” jokes you’ve heard in the last weeks. 

*** If you wanted to listen to the road trip playlist that is mentioned in this chapter, please click here!! 

Words: 4,481 

Warnings: an extremely cheesy mixtape, lame jokes, Lin showing off (so, nothing?) 

Without any further ado, welcome to the world Esme and I have so lovingly crafted for you! 


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