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Lust & Errors 02 (AU)

Rated: M

Warnings: Dom themes, marijuana usage, inappropriate step-siblings stuff, very light dubcon.

SummaryStep brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: If you read all this, you deserve a kookie, forreal. The other BTS members feature in this (briefly) and SHOUTS OUT TO TOP FOR MAKING AN APPEARANCE. Also, to clear things up, I switched the ages around and Jungkook is a year older than the OC, Taehyung and Jimin. The three of them are seniors in high school and Jungkook graduated last year so he don’t go to school with them anymore. OH AND THE FIRST SCENE IS INSPIRED BY BLACK SWAN THE MOVIE. LOL BYE.


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Four days later.

It was a Monday. 

Humiliation washed over you like a fucking Tsunami. Your chest was heavy, palms sweaty, heart pounding, eyes stinging with tears, bottom lip quivering and a lump in your throat that was disabling you from speaking. 

Choi Seunghyun was an esteemed dance director - known all over the country and the day you auditioned and were accepted into his Studio, to say you were thrilled was a complete understatement. He was every bit professional, focused and dedicated to the art of making well-rounded ballerinas like yourself. Yes, he was tough and ruthless and sometimes even cruel when it came to instructing, never really even cracking a smile, just one hundred percent intent on working hard with his students - but that kind of behavior was what crafted good, professional dancers.

However… With your entire year of knowing him and being his student, you never knew he could be this cruel. After all your hard work, endless hours practicing in the studio, basically living, breathing and eating ballet all for the sake of the lead position in the upcoming show - he had the nerve to take it away from you

You were utterly shocked and mortified by the words that had come out of his mouth.

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Classified 14

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Death, Heart Break, Angst, Fluff, violence and hostages//Take Over.

A/N: If you want to be tagged just let me know!! Feedback is always loved.

Rule One of being a doctor, don’t get over attached to your patients.

Well that rules been broken.

Rule Two of being a doctor, don’t date your patients.

But what if he has blue eyes and a killer smile that make your insides throw a dance party when he’s near you??
Rule Three of being a doctor, don’t ever loose focus on doing your job, nothing comes between you and your career.

See comment above… was the smile mentioned? Or that he’s Captain America?

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friends {o.c}

forever tag: @angelicshinigami @tothetardissterek @arkham-dame @serenityspiral​ (if you’d like to be added to this list, please notify me)

request: “Am I correct in thinking requests are open? If So, I have one. Oswald sneaks into the home of Edward nygma when he isn’t there to await his return, but instead of finding the home empty, as expected, he finds the reader, a 6 year old child claiming to be ed’s daughter, who is very eager to make a new friend in the form of the penguin. (You can write it as nygobblepot if you wanna ;) )” - anonymous

word count: 653

warnings: shitty unedited writing

i hate this so so much. i’m sorry i failed you nonnie. i haven’t written for gotham in too long isdthohpt.

Oswald wouldn’t say he was obsessed with Ed. He just… had a healthy need to know what his life was like outside of work. 

That’s what Penguin kept telling himself when he finally broke into the cozy apartment. He took a quick look around. 

The living room had a small coffee table, which had certainly seen better days. A cup of tea was left, forgotten and cold. A notebook and pen were beside the mug. Half-completed, messy sentences were hurriedly scribbled onto the lined paper. 

Oswald’s lips quirked up in a half-smile. That was just like Ed. Rushed. Forgetful. 

The pattering of quick footsteps sounded from down the hall. The criminal froze. Ed couldn’t be home. He’d memorized the man’s schedule. Ed was at a meeting. That could only mean there was an intruder in the apartment.

Oswald took sure, determined steps through the hallway. Who dared enter Ed’s home without his permission? 

A childlike giggle came from inside the room on the far-end of the corridor. 

Penguin’s eyebrows shot up in confusion. Who could possibly be in that room?

More hesitantly now, he inched towards the door. His hands shook slightly as he grinned the doorknob. 

Painfully slowly, he twisted it, opening the door slightly. He was expecting a gun-wielding maniac, not a 6-year-old child playing with a toy car. 

“You’re not Daddy,” the girl murmured, more to herself than the strange man before her. 

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My Map: Part 4

A/N: LONG(ER) CHAPTER SPECIAL I just sat through a 3 hour practice test, and now I’m emotionally drained so now I need to pour emotion into something, what better than the most emotional fic in the world? @sassygeek77

“Yeah, Hotch, Denver PD just got a call on the intersection of Holiday and Main from a thrift shop,” Morgan reported. “Cashier called in reporting a, and I quote ‘raging lunatic who really wanted to get it on with a map.’“

“Who could that be referring to?” Hotch rolled his eyes.

“It’s obviously Reid, you dumb Beaker bitch,” Morgan retorted.

“Yeah listen up you even dumber Fozzie fuck, I was being sarcastic so why don’t you just eat some shit,” Hotch bickered back.

“Okay, guys why don’t we just relax?” JJ interrupted the two, grabbing the phone from Morgan.

“JJ, I need Garcia to ping Reid’s phone. You, Morgan, and Emily, check out wherever Reid tracked to. Me and Rossi will check out the surveillance at the thrift store.”

JJ called in Garcia, who nodded, “I’m on it.”

Garcia typed in Reid’s phone number, and its location began to triangulate. After a minute or so, the screen finally beeped and displayed a location. Garcia’s jaw dropped slightly. She was shocked.

“What is it, Garcia? Morgan asked.

“He’s at….. The Hunky Hunkatorium.”

“Come again, Babygirl?” Morgan inquired.

“He’s at a male strip club,” JJ said flatly.

“Oh,” Morgan mumbled.

“Okay, text us the address,” JJ sighed.

“Will do.”

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I sat back in the lounge chair, with his arm across Map. I gazed at her lovingly.

“All these men are beautiful but no one compares to you,” I smiled.

I gently took off Map’s earmuffs and kissed her softly. As an elegant thin man finished his dance, the announcer called up the next performer, “everyone, it’s about to get hella hot up in here, put your hands together for Señor Seh-Seh-Seh-SEXYYYY!”

The crowd cheered as red lights loud electric music filled the room. The smoke obscured the man’s face but he was clearly very buff. As he came into clearer view, I got a closer glimpse of him. I gasped. Could it be? The man looked exactly like one I had multiple fantasies about. The delicious Latino man who sang me Spanish lullabies? No, it was impossible. As the buff man moved into the pole, which I was directly in front of, there was no doubt in his mind: this was my fantasy man. I stared at him in awe. Were his mannerisms the same as well? Not that I would get to know him better.

Señor Sexy seemed to take note of my fixation towards him, so he slightly jumped from the stage, directly in front of me. My pupils dilated, and I began to shake slightly. From arousal or excitement, he did not know, but it was likely a combination of both. He gracefully ran his hands across my thighs while running his fingers through my locks. This was a particular fantasy I had never dreamt about, but God was I glad this was real.

I felt slightly guilty for the lust I had towards Señor Sexy; I didn’t want to betray Map. It became increasingly harder to be faithful as he moved his hands up and down my shoulders. I gulped. I realized that Map wouldn’t be angry if I was simply attracted to Señor, she knew how attracted I was to Fozzie Bear and his Howie Mandel goatee. She knew about how I had a fantasy where Fozzie would host a game of Deal Or New Deal with me, except instead of money I won cupcakes. Knowing all this deep stuff, Map would surely not mind me enjoying my ultimate fantasy just a bit.

The song had been going on for quite some time now and was beginning to fade out. His hands had returned to my thigh region, and he looked down for a moment. The song had complete shut down, and the audience started to die down. It was relatively quiet for a moment. At least quiet enough to where I could hear him speak.

“Come with me,” he whispered.

I didn’t know what to expect, as he took my hand and guided me to a room. I made sure to grab Map with me. He walked us away from the stage down to a small hallway.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

No response. He continued to walk, until he stopped us at a room in the corner of the hall. He opened it. Inside were practice poles and posters of sexy men.

“So what are we-

I was cut off suddenly when he pulled the gun out of my holster and pointed it at me with a look of rage, “what do you want, Fed?”

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“How close are you guys to the strip club?” Hotch asked.

“Goddamn Beaker boi you asked us 5 minutes ago. Morgan grunted, “We’re almost there.”

“Listen up Fozzie. I’m this fucking close to marking you up as insubordinate so get your puppet shit together,” Hotch yelled back.

“Both of you shut up. Please.” Emily groaned from the back seat.

Morgan turned around, “you know what Evanescence? I don’t remember you being a part of this.”

Hotch snickered from the other line. “Good one Fozzie.”

“Damn straight,” Morgan said, hanging up the phone.

“You guys are so annoying,” Emily complained.

“Now is not the time for your emo crap, Amy Lee,” JJ retorted back.

Morgan laughed as he high-fived JJ in the front seat. Emily groaned again, feeling like the only serious agent.

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“Hey listen, before you do anything stupid, just relax,” I said calmly.

“Why are you here?!” the shirtless angry man yelled.

I paused briefly. Maybe explaining it would actually help me. I began, “I actually have a hopeless love for this girl right here, My Map. She’s the love of my life.”

“Go on,” he pressed.

I continued, “My team did not accept me or my love for her. And yes you’re right, I’m a fed. But I did not come here to arrest you for whatever you’ve committed, I just came here to fall in love with her. We’re like the modern day Romeo and Juliet.”

He lowered his gun. “I believe you.”

I sighed with relief, “You do?”

“Yes, and I think the story of you and Map is beautiful. Never let anyone tell you love is wrong,” he smiled.

God he was so beautiful. I still found it a little odd, however, that he was so quick to get defensive. It made me wonder what crime he had committed.

“So. You’re on the run. I’m on the run. Why don’t you say we hide out together?” he suggested.

I paused. This man was still someone who had just pointed a gun at me. I asked him calmly, um - if you don’t mind me asking, what was your crime?”

“Murder,” he deadpanned.

I did not expect that. Maybe drugs or a robbery, something more common, but not that. Was my fantasy man being ruined?

He seemed to see my shock, so he explained further, “I killed my neighbor because he ran a dogfighting ring and abused animals.”

Suddenly, all of my shock was dropped. Animal abusers were on the top list of people who deserved no mercy, that and racists, followed closely by homophobes.

“Of course I’ll help you,” I answered.

“Thank you so much,” the beautiful man said, visibly tearing up.

I nodded. We were heading out towards the door, until we heard some sounds outside. We peered out the window together, it was a black SUV truck. Out of it came Morgan, JJ, and Emily.

“Ah fuck,” I muttered.


When i was just a young gear head, All of my brothers and their friends had big lifted trucks, They had some of the biggest baddest trucks in our area. So naturally growing up i was real into the lifted truck stuff, Though for the most part their trucks never saw mud or other off road conditions.  Since then i have found my own passions and interests in many other car and truck styles, though the lifted truck stuff always has a soft spot in my heart. Lately i’ve been toying with getting a newer truck and was browsing Ebay when this thing showed up, Must say there is a far amount of things i would change starting with the grill,headlights,and taillights. But this thing is a pretty cool truck. Not going to lie i’d drive it. 

Resource: Kevin Page Articles

This is just basically me deciphering as much of the articles in Ben’s ‘Karen Page’ folder as I can, so I don’t have to and hopefully no one else again has to try capping that blurry camera scene trying to read the text :P

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No Boys

Pairing: Bobby x daughter!Reader
Word count: 742

Part 4 of Flirting with Danger

As soon as the tail end of the Impala was out of his sight, he made his way inside. He’d give her the home that she should have had all these years. She had a home with her mother, but he didn’t get to help with that. He’d make it up to her.

Grabbing the phone, he called in help. “John. It’s Bobby. Listen, I need your help.”

Two days after you’d left, they were driving back into Singer’s Auto. She had her car this time, so she had followed the Impala. This time, however, there was a big black truck out front. She parked behind Dean and slid out, figuring she’d worry about her things after.

Bobby had heard them pull in and came out front to meet the three of them. “Welcome back.”

“Thanks.” Devon smiled slightly.

Dean was closest at the moment. “Our dad’s here?” He asked, motioning to the truck. “He okay?”

“Yeah, I called him in right after y’all left. Come on, I’ll show ya.” Bobby motioned for the three of them to head inside after him. They walked in quietly, Devon curious about their father. They were both extremely good looking, so she assumed he would be, too.

Bobby led them up the stairs to an open door. “We’ve been workin’ on this almost non-stop, Devon.” He told her. “John’s just finishing up the paint job. Took most of our time just clearin’ this place out.” Devon stepped in and looked around. “We’ll let it dry, then tomorrow we’ll move the furniture in. All of it’s been sanded and re-stained.”

John finished the wall he was working on and turned, smiling. “Nice to meet you, sweetheart.” He moved over, wiping the paint that was on his hand off on his pants. When he hold out his hand to shake, she shook it and gave him a small smile. “Bobby’s been tellin’ me all about you.”

Devon raised an eyebrow and glanced at Bobby. “What’s he got to say?” She asked, looking back towards John, curious.

He smirked. “About how cute you looked in pigtails.” Sam and Dean cracked up, shaking their heads. “I wouldn’t be laughing, I got my fair a stories I could be tellin’ Devon here. I bet she’d just love to hear about what you two were like.”

Their laughter stopped at that. Devon laughed. “Dude, I gotta hear those, but first, I need to go start unloading my stuff out of the Impala.” She smiled. “I’m sure they want to get back on the road.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Dean agreed. “Come on, I’ll give you a hand.” He turned and head back downstairs.

“Nice meeting you, John.” Devon smiled, a light blush on her cheeks before she followed him out.

“Seems she’s taken a quick likin’ to you.” Bobby chuckled.

John licked his lips. “Yeah, guess so.” He stared at the door a minute before glancing to Bobby. “I’m gonna go check on the furniture. See if it’s dry or not.”

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Good Night

Fandom: Fairytail

Ship Title: Gajevy/Gale

Rating: T for language and fluff

A.N.: Hello everyone! I thought I’d give you something to read cause I don’t know when or even “if” I will make a chapter 2 for the other fanfic I most recently posted, titled Beginnings and Ends. So here some fluffy stuff instead. :) You all seem to like that better than my angsty writing anyways.

So I was listening to the radio and I rediscovered one of my favourite songs and my obsessed brain immediately pictured my lovely OTP in it’s story…. So yeah. Go check out the song because I cannot take credit for most of this story. All I did was add some Gajevy and write it…yeah. You all get it. ^ ^’ Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairytail or it’s characters. This is based on and inspired by the song “(Kissed You) Good Night” by the country band “Gloriana”. Some lines are quotations taken from the song as well.


Why the hell didn’t I kiss her?

I stare at my keys hanging from the ignition in the ‘on’ position but I can’t make myself take my foot off the brake.

The night had gone well. -Fuck that! It went fantastic! I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt so good. We’d had fun and I may actually have a memory to hold on to instead of all the ones I try to push away. 

Except for the ending. I should have kissed her.

So why the fuck didn’t I kiss her!?! My hands tightens on the steering wheel of my truck till my knuckles turn white.

I glance up and out my window at her door. The porch light is off and her house looks asleep. My eyes travel around to the other windows but its too dark to see anything in them. One of my hand releases its grip on the worn steering wheel and reaches for my door handle, hovering over it as I hesitate.

An image of the bluenette pops into my head from only a couple minutes ago with the look of disappointment on her face that I hope I hadn’t imagined. As soon as I had started to walk away she’d turned and rushed into her house.

This was my first date with her and probably my last. My dog tags weigh heavy around my neck suddenly. I’m being shipped out in the morning.

I should have asked her sooner. I’d been watching her all summer trying to find an opportunity but I probably wouldn’t have found one if my friend hadn’t forced me to. Calling me a coward if I didn’t. I ain’t a coward….So why didn't I kiss her!?

Gritting my teeth I put my hand back on the wheel and put the truck in gear. I start to roll forward away from her driveway, pulling back out onto the road from the curb.

“Goodnight Gajeel” Her soft voice whispers to me from my memory. 

I slam my foot onto the brake and the truck halts. I take a deep breath and strengthen the courage that I’d mustered up.

If I ain’t gonna see her again, I’m gonna make sure she won’t ever forget me. I throw the shifter back into park and open my door. Not stopping to think about what the hell I’m doing, I jump out of the driver’s seat and run through the yard and up the steps to her porch.


I stare through the window at the black truck parked out front. I can’t see inside the cab but I know he started the engine.

“Don’t go.” I whisper the words to the window glass. It fogs slightly at my breath then clears again.

Why hadn’t he kissed me?

Was I not clear enough that I wanted him to? Did he not want to? We’d had so much fun together all night. I felt so happy. I was so sure he was happy too. Was he not?

The grandfather clock chimes to me from its spot in the hall. 12:15. A little after midnight. My hand clutches the white lace curtains at my side when the brake lights go out.

Why didn’t he kiss me?

I try to ignore the feeling of hurt that pushes it’s way up when his truck pulls away from the curb. Would this be the last time I’d see him? I’d been crushing on him all summer and the idiot finally asked me out the day before he leaves.

Should I wait? Does he care? Would he die? Questions swirl in my head in and overwhelming feeling of sadness encompasses them all but I refuse to let myself cry.

My breath catches in my throat when I see the truck stop suddenly. His door flies open and he gets out. Without closing it, he’s running back up the walk towards my door. Before I can register what I’m doing, I’m rushing back to the front door too.

I flip the lock and swing the door open. He’s standing there with his hand raised to knock but it falls back to his side. We’re both breathing a little bit harder than normal and staring at each other.

Then suddenly he moves forward with his intent clear in his eyes. I step up on my tiptoes and tilt my head up. He leans down and brings his face to mine. My eyes close as our lips touch and I see fireworks. It’s light at first then gains strength and he pushes me up against the wall behind me, deepening the kiss. One of his hand comes up and holds my head at the base of my skull, his fingers mingling with my blue hair. The other wraps around me, resting against the small of my back. The passion is hot and my face must be flushed but I don’t care. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. My hands find the front of his shirt and I fist my hands in it, pulling him closer. I don’t know how long it last. All I know is I don’t want it to end.

When he pulls away we’re both breathless. He doesn’t release his hold on me and I don’t let go of him either. His amazing red eyes search deep into mine and his normally scowling mouth is pulled into a breathless smile.

“Goodnight Shorty.” He grins.

And it really is a good night.

Now that he’s kissed me.


A.N.: Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! I know it was short but that’s unfortunately all the time I had/have right now. Let me know what you think. :) Everything is appreciated! If you wanna know something about this fanfic, another one that I wrote, or just something about me in general, feel free to ask. :)

If you haven’t already you should go check out that song. I’m a country music girl (not exclusively) I can’t help it. ^ ^' Anyways, thank you all for everything! The support means so much! Hope to see you all in the next fanfic :)