“Don’t look at me like that! Say something, please!”
“I just found out my best friend and love of my life isn’t human and you’re criticizing me for being shocked?! What do you want me to say; ‘That’s nice honey, what do you want for dinner, pizza or tacos?”
Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club?
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut (M)
A/N: If you haven’t already, please read part one here . Anywho, this fic contains exhibitionism, public masturbation, extreme dirty talk, daddy kink, hj, etc. This is a sinful fic. You have been warned ;)
To say that you were embarrassed, was an understatement; you
felt bloody humiliated. Why? This was because you came in here confidently
thinking you’d find Jimin, and boast about how smart you were to find where he
worked. But ohh how wrong you would be…
It was already uncomfortable sitting on this hard chair on
stage. But what made it ten times worse was that your sweet best friend, was
currently standing in front of you half naked, tempting you in view of a large
crowd. Besides that, he held your hand in a vice grip above the band on his
“Unbutton my pants Y/N,” Jimin said just loud enough for you
to hear, over the booming cheers of the crowd.
You couldn’t even look him in the eyes – his usually soft
brown orbs were now intimidatingly seductive. You were awkwardly gawking at
your hand in his, right above the button to his pants. How did this even happen
again? You would’ve never have expected this to ever occur, not even in your
dreams. But atlas, it was.
You took a big gulp before you stuttered, “W-what? I d-don’t
think I should…”
I just had a memory out of nowhere of when I was 12 and still did karate omg
I was sparring with the sensei and he hit my ear lightly (lightly for a black belt, so it hurt, but lightly) and he got so upset with himself he just dropped and did 60 push-ups on his knuckles
Conjunction is usually a harmonious aspect for both planets unless the planets are not considered harmonious with each other. This aspect brings the planets involved very close together and it is important to factor in the distance between them. They key word associated with this aspect is blending, the planets involved work together, this may create a blind spot for the person, the planets involved may create a trait in this person that others see but they don’t.
Energy flow: Stressful/Neutral
The reason this aspect’s energy is seen as both negative and neutral is because this aspect creates motivational tension between the planets involved that usually produces a positive outcome or progression in the person. It is a character building aspect that gives the person strength in the long run
Energy flow: Harmonious/neutral
This aspect is a very easy one, it creates harmony and comfort between the planets involved meaning there won’t be conflict between those aspects of your personality. The only problem with this aspect is that there may be a lack of productivity with these specific placements because there is no tension to create motivation, there’s not much room to grow.
Energy flow: Stressful
The square aspect creates a lot of tension and may be seen as the most stressful aspect. It creates a sort of block on the planets involved, the problematic energies that arises from the square seems to pop up a lot. This is an aspect that makes us learn our lesson the hard way.
Energy flow: Harmonious
Trine is naturally a very accepting and supportive aspect, planets involved with this aspect support and nurture each other. The talents and qualities given to the person as a result of a trine are taken for granted or overlooked, therefore it’s not often that they’re developed further, this isn’t so bad anyway because these things will already come as a second nature. Transitting planets usually kick start them and gives the planets room to be expressed.
Energy flow: Stressful/Neutral
These energies find it hard to blend with one another, this is an aspect of learning. Planets involved in this aspects don’t seem to understand each other, they need to learn to work in harmony
Energy flow: Stressful/neutral
Semi-sextile brings the planets involved into a union, however there is no natural relationship there, meaning the energies of these planets culd either work well together, or not, or both!
Energy flow: Stressful
Semi-square is the less intense version of the square aspect.
Energy flow: Neutral
Usually indicates a rare talent or strike of genius
Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?
He wakes slowly from the best dream he’s ever had. A deep contentment has settled in his soul. It was just a dream, but such a sweet dream, the accumulation of all his waking fantasies made manifest. As he traces nondescript patterns into the bare skin of the woman plastered against his chest, he knows he needs to get up, but he’s loathe to. He snuggles you closer, stealing a few extra minutes before he rises, breathing in your scent, taking in the smooth feel of your skin under his fingertips. He’d happily give up everything if he could stay like this with you, but he knows he did too much damage for that ever to be a reality. Sighing he untangles himself and heads to the bathroom for a shower, grabbing his bag as he passes.
Shucking off his sweatpants, he frowns at the garment. Is that….? Was that…? No, it couldn’t be. It was just a dream. He must have gotten a bit too excited. Confused and slightly bewildered, he steps into the shower, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. It was no good. Even standing beneath the water’s cold spray, he could still feel you, smell you on his skin.
Rinsing out his hair, he grabs a towel, steps out of the shower and faces the mirror. He stares at his reflection. He was being an idiot. He was pushing you further into the arms of Steve. He loved the man in his own roundabout way, he would move mountains to protect him, but you… you were something else entirely.
You were special, smart, beautiful and kind. He’d hurt you in the worst possible way. No matter what, he was going to show you how much you meant to him. How much he coveted and worshiped the ground you walked on.
Without being an asshole. He hoped.
Mind made up, he threw on his clothing in record time. Walking out of the bathroom, he finds you awake, in the process of putting on the tightest leather pants he’d ever seen.
Where you purposefully fucking with him? He groans inwardly.
You freeze, blushing deeply, not making eye contact.
It sets him frowning.
“Morning,” you mumble.
He tries to catch your eye. “Mornin’,” he replies. “You alrigh’?”
“Fine! Just peachy!” you squeak, clearing your throat. “Will you start setting up the equipment?” you ask, staring fixedly at the floor.
“Yeah, doll,” he replies, wondering what the hell he’d done wrong this time.
Awkward morning pleasantries. Check.
Embarrassed beyond belief? Check
Guilty as sin? Double check.
He obviously didn’t remember. He didn’t know how you had taken advantage of him last night.
Wishing desperately you could phone Natasha, you need to talk this out, but your phone is restricted.
Moving toward the equipment you take your seat, ignoring Bucky’s presence completely, watching the target pull up to the curb to meet his contact. You jot down any distinguishing features and a license plate, committing him to memory. You strain your mind, pushing at the walls of his, sifting through his memories, but there’s some sort of block. You can’t reach the information you need.
Eyes snapping open, you murmur, “Something’s wrong.”
Bucky is immediately alert. “What is it?” he asks as he scans the surrounding area for any movement.
“I can’t get into his head. He’s blocked me somehow. They must have there own telepath.”
Bucky looks worried. “Could you take them? Sense their power?”
You shake your head. “The person is too far away, I can’t get a lock on them. I have no idea if they are on my level.” Concentrating on the source, you push yourself to the limit, trying futilely to get a read on the mutant. Frustrated you push harder, the corner of your mind going fuzzy.
Bucky’s hand, roughly shaking you out of your trance, brings you back to the present. His worried gaze boring into you, he eyes you up and down. “Don’ do that! You could hurt yourself. Don’ be so damn reckless all the time. You’re my responsibility!” he snaps.
You’re used to Bucky’s about turns when it comes to the safety of his teammates. It still smarts though. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.
His words, though, feed your insecurities.
The Melissa-esq voice in your mind begins snarling obscenities at you.
Not enough… Never enough… You’ll never be more than second best… A burden to those you love… A waist of space… Fat… Ugly… Worthless…
Your vision darkens.. The overwhelming pressure in your mind begins pouring out. You’re losing your grip on reality. You can’t seem to rein yourself back in.
Panicked, you try and find an anchor. A thought, a memory, anything to grab onto. There’s nothing an empty void before your eyes. You know this feeling. It’s the feeling of someone else pushing you out of your head, the way Charles used to when he was teaching you control.
You grab onto the first thing you can find, a physical anchor when you can’t find a mental one, which happens to be Bucky’s metal arm. Clamping down the scream rising in your throat, you throw up a shield around the two of you before seeking out the black tendrils in your mind.
The foreignness of the intruder makes you unbearably angry. You can feel the power leaking out of you. Paint starts peeling off walls, tiles crack, furniture splinters, and plants die while you fight for control of your mind.
Snarling viciously, you give an almighty push, lashing the intruder with a whip of psychic energy.
The accompanying shriek of the other telepath has you grinding your teeth. It’s a painful, desperate sound. Your whip would burn like acid, sear through the nerve endings like fire, putting this powerful foe out of commission for at least a day.It makes every nerve in your body protest as, tied together like you were, you were the recipient of a vicious wave of backlash.
Slumping forward, you drop the shield, sucking in large gulps of air as you try and bring yourself back. Your head feels like the John Bonham from Led Zeppelin is playing a drum solo in it. “Jesus,” you huff out, taking in the carnage which surrounds you.
Bucky’s crouched in front of you, tilting your chin upward. He gently strokes your cheek, “What happened, Krasivaya?”
With his eyes searching yours, you can sense the barely concealed panic under the facade he’s putting up.
“What was that?” he asks again, intertwining your fingers with his metal hand.
“That Telepath is a level 5 mutant, James. She’s as strong as I am, if not stronger.” Faltering, you squash the mounting dread. “She knows who I am now. She knows what my mind looks like.” You scan the room, pushing your taxed senses to find any unfriendly minds. It feels like your brain is on fire, but you need to be certain no one was coming for the two of you. “We need to finish this as soon as we can, before it comes to a fight. I don’t know if I can win if it does,” you say, trying to make him understand. Guilt eats at you with your inability to protect him. What good were you to anyone? You were useless, a failure. You couldn’t even keep yourself together, keep a stranger out of your own damn mind. What reason did you even have for being anymore?
He nods once, rising to his feet,moving toward the upturned chair. Righting it, he takes a seat at the window. Before returning to the surveillance equipment, he stops to side-eye you. “You ain’t alone, Krasivaya,” he says nervously. “I’ll always protect ya.”
A rush of hope fills your chest.
He clears his throat. “Steve would murder me if I didn’t bring you home.”
Your heart falls, shattering like glass into shards so small, you’ll never put it back together.
Hey can u please write an imagine where the reader gets to pan before
rumple gives him the fake heart and then the reader gives half of their heart
to pan and he goes back to storybrooke pretty please?
Summary: you go to the underworld to save Pan before it’s too late
Peter was your boyfriend and you
were devastated when you found out that Rumple killed him. You were mad, yes.
But you couldn’t blame Rumple. He was doing it to save the others. And he died
along the way. But then he resurrected. You thought it was unfair because he
gets to live again and Peter doesn’t. You always believed that Peter could
change. Regina did so why couldn’t he? You were unresponsive after his death.
It took you a while to move on but when you did, Emma brings everyone to the
Underworld to save Hook. So much for moving on.
They needed your help so you came
with them in one condition; you’ll split your heart for Peter like Emma will,
for Hook. It took a lot of convincing but soon, they agreed. That’s how badly
they needed your help.
When you arrived in the
underworld, you were confused as to why it looks like Storybrooke, except that
the sky was red. Emma suggested that you guys should split up so you did. You
walked around town, looking for Peter. During your journey, you encountered a
lot of weird dead people. You were having no luck so you went to Granny’s for a
short break. A witch was managing the diner. You walked over to sit on a chair
and she walked towards you but she isn’t exactly looking at you so you sat
“Little girl, what do you want to
get?” she asked as she sniffed the air. You looked at her weirdly and waved a
hand over her face.
“I might be blind but I can cut
your annoying hand off” she deadpanned. You quickly lowered your hand and
“Sorry about that” you
“You’re looking for him, aren’t you?”
“What?” You looked at her wide
“Peter Pan” She answered.
“You know him? Can you help me
find him?” you asked.
“Yes, yes. Of course.” She smiled.
You smiled in joy but frowned.
“What’s the catch?” you asked.
She laughed. “Smart girl” she
“Just breathe on this tube” she
said as she handed you a tube.
You looked at it weirdly but blew
air on it and gave it back to her.
“Good, good. Now you’ll find your boy at a shop nearby but
you must hurry. His son is planning on giving him a fake heart.” She warned.
“What exactly will the fake heart
do to him?” you asked, scared.
“Oh it will only make him a lost
soul. Forever” she chuckled. You stood up hurriedly and run to the door.
“Good luck little one!” the witch
yelled as you run out the diner.
You quickly hurried inside the shop, sighing in relief when you didn’t see Rumple.
“Did you get my heart?” a voice said from the back. Pan walked out and stopped when he saw you.
“Y/N?” he said in shock.
“Peter!” You exclaimed as you ran up to him and embraced him.
“I missed you so much” you whispered through the hug.
“I missed you too, love” he whispered back. “But what are you doing here? It’s too dangerous” he said as he pulled away from you.
“I’m here to help you” you smiled.
“My son, Rumple is already helping me. You see, he’ll bring me a heart from one of your friends that’ll grant me my freedom from the underworld.” he smiled.
“No” you whispered as Peter looked at you in worry.
“Rumple is not helping you. He’ll give you a heart that will make you a lost soul forever. I’m here to save you but” you stopped and Peter frowned.
“But what, love?” he asked.
“What you did. It’s wrong. You planned on killing someone so you can live. Peter, I can’t help you if you don’t change” you said sadly.
“But I did that so I can come back to life and be with you. I swear that was the last dark thing I would ever do. I just wanted to be back so I can continue taking care of you.” he said sadly.
“So you did change” you smiled and he nodded.
“Let’s do this then” you said as you plunged your hand in your own chest.
“Y/N! What are you doing!” Peter said in panic. You held your glowing heart as you looked at Peter.
“You know that I love you right?” You asked him and he nodded. “I love you too, love” You nodded and twisted your heart, making you whimper in pain. Peter held you as you forcefully plunged half of your heart into his chest and the other one into yours.
“Y/N” Peter trailed off. You looked at him in pure happiness.
“It worked!” You exclaimed. “But how?” he stuttered.
You looked at him and smiled. “True love”
Peter smiled and hugged you. He kissed your head, smiling.
“Come on. We need to go before Rumple gets here” you said as you held his hand and ran out of the shop, smiling like you never smiled before.
Request: Since professor Ren was such a hit, what if Kylo was a doctor. Doctor ren, the cold yet caring doctor and the reader is the nurse who assists him from time to time. Or based off the snl skit what if kylo is the nurse that assists the doctor reader from time to time. I don’t care which one, writers choice. Enjoy and thank you!
A/N: First of all, the idea actually came from the porn doctor skit so what better header to use than from it? Thanks to my friend @agentpeggicarter for the request/idea! As I promised, here’s doctor ren :) If you want more, please let me know!
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It felt quite liberating when the constant realization that you were done with med school had hit you. Although you had already wet your feet a while back while interning in the Resistance hospital, it felt completely different when you were now an actual nurse. It was your first day and you were more excited than anything.
It’s a long run day. Prompto likes running, and he likes
distance running, at that. It’s easy to forget the world, to throw on a podcast
or an upbeat playlist (depending on his mood) and to run until his shins ache
and his feet hurt and his thighs burn.
Noct’s bad habits are wearing off on him though, and lately
it’s been hard to get up on time. When Prompto’s alarm goes off at four thirty,
he groans and grumbles and wonders why the hell he let Noctis talk him into
staying up to play video games. Running on four hours of sleep is not fun. Noct’s warm, too, pressed up
against him, and he barely stirs when Prompto shimmies out from under him, but
Prompto misses him already.
But Prompto drags his ass out of bed, and he pulls on his
shorts and a t-shirt and his running shoes – with little chocobo charms on the
laces that Noct bought for him – and then it’s just an extra moment to grab his
water bottle out of the fridge and snap it in place on his running belt. Then
he’s out the door.
Insomnia before the sunrise is a different place. It’s
quiet, eerie, with the barrier crackling overhead, barely visible against the
night sky, and everything is silent except for the pounding of Prompto’s shoes
on concrete. He runs all the way along the street, through the nearby park, and
does a giant, sweeping loop around the outer edge of the city, one that follows
ocean, so that Prompto can smell the spray of the waves far below and feel the
wind fresh on his face. It’s going to be a hot day, later, but they’re close
enough to the desert that it gets properly chilly at night. It’s a good time to
It’s just after seven when Prompto returns back. His fitness
tracker on his watch says he’s run fifteen miles. Prompto’s lungs burn and his
feet ache and he feels satisfied, that nagging anxiety in the back of his mind
quelled for another day. He pauses to toss his drenched clothing directly into the
washing machine. He takes a nice, hot shower, leaning up against the wall and
scrubbing the sweat from his skin with fancy products that really, Prompto
shouldn’t be letting Noctis pay for, but they make him feel better about himself.
He should eat, Prompto’s stomach grumbles angrily, but
instead he crawls back into bed. His hair’s still wet, and he hasn’t bothered
to put clothes on. The sheets stick slightly to Prompto’s damp skin, but he
doesn’t care, because Noctis turns, instinctively, buries into his chest and
sighs quiet, content.
Prompto closes his eyes, and he feels a little better. Their
time together is ticking down, because Noctis is going to be getting engaged
soon. Prompto started running when he was a kid, and it was to run away from
everything he hated about himself. He ran because he was fat, because he hated
the person he was. He ran because he wanted to be the person Noctis wants.
Prompto’s still running to get away from everything he
hates. Problem is, this time, all his fears and his insecurities keep catching
them. And soon, he’s going to run out of time, and he won’t be sleeping in Noct’s
bed anymore. It’ll just be Prompto, with all his imperfections, and he’ll step
up and be what Noctis needs him to be when everything changes.
For now though, his morning run makes him sleepy, and Prompto
presses his lips to Noct’s forehead, smiles quiet and happy, and goes back to
Cassian could not afford to show any weakness. If he did, the men would start to question his leadership. And if that happened, word could get out to those looking to take his place, and they could attempt to take advantage … much like the men who’d shot Jyn as a way of sending a message. They’d learned, though, at great personal expense, that when you cross Cassian Andor, you don’t come out of the other side alive. He’d made sure of it, personally.
But when it came to Jyn, he could hardly deny her anything. His little thief, who’d not only stolen money from him, but ultimately his heart, too, a heart that he never thought would thaw, and did not believe could have as much capacity to care for another human being as he cared about her.