but it took me the whole afternoon

The Lamppost

Summary: Dean develops a crush on the reader but isn’t sure how to act on it…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Written in Dean’s POV…

A/N #2: Written for @d-s-winchester ‘s Fall in Love with Fall challenge where my prompt was the image above. Fall is my favorite season and this is one of those unique fics that quickly became one of my favorites…


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A Sweet Dare

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, fluff, crack (not the drug guys…)

Word count: 931

Summary: Dean tries to change the reader’s opinion on something that is very very important to him…

A/N: This fic was not planned whatsoever. I had this idea and simply had to write it down. I hope you like it!

Originally posted by devoiddean

“You can’t be serious Y/N!” Dean hollered at you.

“Dean… so what? You’re totally overreacting!” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. The older Winchester had a tendency to be overprotective when it came to things he loved dearly but enough was enough.

He put his hand on his hip like an offended middle aged women with hot rollers in her hair. His eyebrows shot up as he opened his mouth to continue on with his rant.

“Umm, I personally don’t think I’m overreacting at all. In fact Y/N, my entire view on you just changed. I don’t get how you could ever say something like that?! Seriously, I’ve never met someone who thinks the way you do. I currently doubt whether or not you’re even friggin human!”

“DEAN! Just calm the fuck down! It’s just my opinion. You can have your own. Can’t we simply agree to disagree? This is getting ridiculous…” with open arms you took a step towards him but all he did was putting his index finger up, signaling that he was nowhere near done.

“You. said. that. pie. tastes. gross,” Dean punctuated every word as if doing that would make you understand why he was reacting the way he did. Of course, you knew how much he loved pie but you simply didn’t. Why was he making such a big deal out of it?

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“Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga)

Before you could answer his text, your phone lighted up and flashed that Min Suga was calling you. He was always the impatient kind; the type to call instead of waiting for a text reply.

“Hi…” he barely breathed into the receiver, but there was no doubt that the voice on the other line was Min Yoongi. “…so, are you free?”

“I can be in your studio in 20 minutes, but again, why me?” Somehow, talking to him like this made your legs want to stand up and walk around your small dorm room. 

“Why not you? You were the one who heard it first and said that it lacked desperation and sadness…” He paused and you could almost imagine him pursing his lips in thought. “I think I know those feelings now. I made the song the way you described it, a song that would break your heart and still, you’d listen.”

“If you know that it already gives off that feeling, why do I need to listen?” you didn’t mean to sound so frustrated, but the pent up feelings just needed to burst out. 

“Because I wrote it while thinking about you.” As if he regretted admitting it, he immediately followed with, “…and you said it yourself, you’d listen… even if it breaks your heart.”

You remained silent, chewing on your lip as you looked at the photo of you, Yoongi and Jimin sitting on your cluttered desk. Jimin was in the middle, clad in his dance recital attire, while he had an arm over each of you with Yoongi clearly looking like he had been pulled into the photo while you were looking at the grinning younger boy. 

“Please…”

Your heart felt like it had been shot, hearing such a word being whispered by Yoongi’s low register, “It’s the only excuse I have left to see you.”

Finally, you nodded, even when he couldn’t see you and answered, “Okay, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“Thank you.”

You found the road towards Yoongi’s shared studio much easier than you thought and even your steps were much lighter than you thought they would be. With your scarf (or Jimin’s?) scarf tucked securely around your neck, you pressed the buzzer. 

Yoongi opened the door, with his hair disheveled and back to his original black, greeted your with a controlled your smile. “Y/N, long time no see.”

Trying to smile, you stepped inside the studio and unraveled your scarf. “Y-Yeah, it feels like ages have passed since I’ve been here. Not much has changed, huh?” 

“Except you and I…” he muttered and caught your startled gaze. “A-Anyway, take a seat.” 

He led you to the chair that he usually occupied, the high-backed computer chair was once a familiar sight to you when you spent your days listening to Yoongi’s music with Jimin either playing games beside you or napping on your lap. As you took the seat, you were reminded of simpler times… those short, sweet, golden days when you weren’t in love with Yoongi and Jimin was just your bestfriend. 

Yoongi handed you the headphones quietly and you closed your eyes just as the song began. Slowly, your heart constricted in your chest as you the song progressed. Compared to what you listened to months ago, this song felt completely different, as if it was a different song entirely and each word spoke to you on a deeper level. 

Just when the last beat dropped, a tear fell off the corner of your eye.

Removing the headphones from your ears, you slowly raised your eyes to meet his. “Wow… what can I say, Yoongi? It’s beautiful.”

“Wh-Who sang the demo? His voice is beautiful…” you commented, breaking eye contact and the long silence that followed, wiping your tears away with your sleeve.

“A freshman named Jeon Jungkook. He owed me a few things, so I made him sing.” Yoongi answered from the seat in front of you.

“And you wrote everything?” 

“Every note, every word.” he exhaled, looking past your eyes and straight to your soul. “I meant all of it too, Y/N. Even when you’re in front of me like this, I miss you. You’ve been avoiding me and I don’t know how else I can reach you.”

Yoongi gingerly took one of your hands in his. “I’m not good with words… but that’s nothing new, so I wrote a song instead. I hope it reached you, Y/N.”

You contemplated for long while and Yoongi knew that you needed the silence more than he did. Thinking back to that day when you stood in the hallway on the phone with Namjoon, unintentionally remembering the whole conversation and the way the late afternoon light created colors in his hair, and how that moment felt like the answer to the question looming over your head, but now, you weren’t so sure. 

“봄날. That should be the title.” you squeezed Yoongi’s hand and added, “It reached me well, Yoongi.”

Yoongi brushed his thumb over your knuckles, “So what happens now?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, answering his question by another, “Someone once told me that you can choose who you can fall in love with. Do you believe that?”

“No.” he paused. “Well, actually… I don’t know.”

“Why? Why not?” you pressed, trying to meet his eyes which were looking at your hands. 

“I’ve never loved anyone but you.” his gaze was sincere and warm in contrast to his cold touch. “Y/N, you’re my best friend and it took me a while to realize, but I know it now. I made you wait for such a long time, but we’re here now and you don’t have to do anything, I will come for you this time.”

Dachi’s words suddenly manifested itself in your head. 

‘He just doesn’t know how to love anyone including himself.’

You inhaled with closed eyes, his words brought back the answer that you lost, “Jimin… He… He once said that we all do unfair and selfish things for love. Do you also believe that?”

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tbc.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxYoongi/ReaderxNamjoon/ReaderxJimin/Readerx?

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Nineteen Point Five Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two (END) Epilogue

a/n: If there’s 2 things that you need to know about this chapter, it’s that I didn’t intend for it to end like this and this was a DEAD GIVEAWAY about the ending. :) hit me with your best theories! I suggest listening to spring day while reading this!!! (I know I did.)

Long Distance (Final Chapter)

This is our last chapter guys! Thanks so much for all the love on this fic, and for coming along on the ride for this thing. Love my readers.

Art as always by my favorite @latelierderiot – writing this with you has been so fun!!! thank you for such a wonderful prompt!

Long update- 3400 words– can’t wait to hear what you guys think!

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From Bucky– it pissed me off that there was only two of us in bed this morning when I woke up.

From Steve– it really did. I’ve never felt so unwanted in my own bed

From Bucky– whatever Steve, you rolled towards the middle of the bed and totally grumbled when you got my big ass instead of Tony.

From Tony– so Steve rolled over and grabbed your ass, Buck? And then complained? My god that’s rude

From Bucky– so rude. I was devastated

From Steve– Oh my god, you guys.

From Bucky– seriously though, sweet thing, after waking up next to you two days in a row– monday morning was suddenly about 10x suckier than usual because you weren’t lying next to us.

From Steve– it absolutely was. And I know we left some things unsaid when we left yesterday afternoon, but don’t worry about that. Whether you say yes or no to moving in with us won’t change a damn thing. We fell in love with you long distance, we can keep loving you long distance too.

From Bucky– look at the professor preaching truth.
        – long distance or not, we love every inch of you.
        – i might be more partial to particular inches over others, but still. Love them all.

From Steve– Bucky

From Bucky–hey we both know you’re the smooth one, Stevie. Nothing I say should surprise Tony anymore.

From Tony– No surprises here. I’m going to be out of contact most of the day, but we can talk tonight.

From Steve– alright honey, love you

From Bucky– love ya baby doll.

From Tony– Yep. Love you guys too.

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Be the Boss.| CEO! S.coups smut|

Warnings: Dom!S.coups, Daddy kink, oversimulation and Sin, pure sin. (I’ll never look at my secretary friend the same way ever again)

A/n : oh lord this took a while to write, I am so sorry for the delay but I’m happy with how it turned out and i hope you will like it too.


“You’re late. Again.” He was leaning against my desk with his hands in his pockets. My office was right outside of his, seperated with a thin wooden door.

He asked me to get him coffee before I get to work and the line in the shop wasn’t helping me inprove my image of always being late. He was the biggest jerk when it came to me. Giving me the hardest time as his secretary but fuck was he the sexiest Boss I ever had.

The way he gave me commands and threats for the deadlines were too hot to make me mad at him. He looked so good in his white shirt with some of the buttons undone, exposing his pale neck and strong forearms. black throusers hugging his thighs just right and his messy hair made me want to attack him.

I quickly shook those thoughts away. “I’m so sorry sir. the lin-” “Quit the excuses (y/n)” he cut me off and took the coffee from my hand, getting really close to me. My heart was beating faster. “I’m gonna have a meeting with an important guest this afternoon. Don’t mess it up for me okay?” he said in a mocking tone. “got it sir.” I was looking away the whole time too scared to make an eye contact. He left my office after saying a quiet “good” under his breath.

A few hours had past. The “important guest” and my boss we having a meeting for over an hour now. I jumped when I heard my name being called. I quickly stood up, fixing my skirt, I opened the door, Seungcheol was sitting on his chair, and his guest, who was actually a really handsome man probably in his 30s, was sitting in front of him. Both of them turned to me. “Bring me the files I gave you yesterday” Seungcheol said coldly. All I did was nod and went to take the files from the corner of my desk and enter his office again. As I walked my way to his desk I noticed the man clearly checking me out as he leaned back on his chair. I bent down a little to place the files on the desk. Seungcheol gave me a dirty look which made me stand straight right away, I took a step back and bowed down as I left the office.

After another half an hour passed. Suddenly the door opened, The man came out. Since the exit was from my office that’s how he had to leave. I stood up. “Seungcheol is really blessed to have a beautiful secretary like you, Isn’t he”. I quickly bowed down thanking him as he left.

Still confused from what just happened I turned to the other side of my desk to tidy it up a little and get mind off of it. I almost jumped out of my own skin when I heard Seungcheol’s voice behind me. “You really enjoyed the attention, didn’t you?” he asked. I turned around and he was already getting really close to me. “pardon me?” I asked. “oh now you’re playing dumb?” he answered. He reached to the desk behind me and pushed some of the papers aside, picked me up and roughly put me on the desk, suddenly attacking my neck with his lips. I was too shocked to do anything, all I could do was to moan from the contact of his lips and my sensitive skin. “Walking around in that tight skirt of yours, of course anyone would want to fuck the shit out of you”. His words made me moan louder as he pressed his hard member in between my legs. I reached with my hand and gave him a light squeeze. He hissed and roughly took my shirt off,exposing my black bralette as I unbottoned his shirt all the way. He pulled away. “on your knees babydoll” I got on my knees with a satisfied smirk. His zipper looked like it was gonna explode from his boner. I Quickly took off his belt and unzipped his pants. His boxers stained from precum. I pushed his boxers down. He sighned as the cool air hit his throbbing hard member. He was thick and veiny just as I imagined. I was quick to start sucking on his tip as pumped him with my hand. He threw his head back and let out a soft moan “now don’t tease me princess, It won’t have a good ending”. I kept teasing him with slow kitten licks just to see how much I can push him. He growled and pulled my hair so I could look at him. “Oh you never learn do you?” . He sudennly thrusted in my mouth deep, I held back a gag and rested my hands on his torso. He kept thrusting, getting faster and harder, his groans made me feel weak. I started to tear up and right when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore he stoped and pulled me up. I was trying to catch my breath but he quickly pressed his lips against mine. They were like cotton candy, so soft and sweet. He pressed his hand in between my legs, I let out a moan at his sudden action. “look how wet you are just from sucking me off” he chuckled. I felt heat rush up to my cheeks as he pushed my panties aside and started to toy with my enterance. “Seungcheol!” I moaned when he pushed two fingers inside of me. “That’s not what you have to call me dollface” he said kissing my jaw and pumping his fingers faster. “D-daddy..” I let out between shaky breaths and moans. “ah you’re learning fast”. He pushed his fingers out of me licking them clean. He roughly turned me around bending me over my desk, pulling down my underwear and pushing my skirt up, He took out a condom from his pocket, quickly put it on and started to rub his member against enterance. I felt a hard slap on my ass. “Will you be a bad girl again? will you go around acting so seductive around other men again?” he spanked me after each question. “n-no daddy, I won’t”. Right when I finished my sentence he pushed his member inside of me. I Moand loudly. Not letting me get used to his size he started to thrust in me with no mercy. This was my boss that I had a crush on for months now, fucking me because he was jelous. The idea alone could get me off. Didn’t take me long to get close to reaching my climax. “I-I’m gonna cum” but before he could get the warning I already came but he didn’t stop. He pulled me by my hair so my back was pressed against his chest. The oversimulation was makeing me scream his name. Soon his thrust became sloppy and I felt him cum inside the condom. I sighned and we both started to catch our breaths. he took off and threw the condom in the trash can next to my desk. We both fixed ourselves quietly but before I could speak he pulled me by my waist. “ I never thought I would say this but, I want you to join me for a dinner.”.

Originally posted by seungcheofine

“Troop Leader” Part Three

Summary: How will you handle a broken heart and an over protective father?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Extreme Dad!Tony, fluff

Word Count: 1096

A/N: part three! let me know if you want to be on the taglist. i thought Papa Tony would take up most of this part.


Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

You arrived on your father’s doorstep in tears. Thankfully, the tower was empty except for the team and your father. FRIDAY alerted everyone of your arrival. In the elevator, you got a good look at yourself. You were still barefoot, your hair was coming out of your tightly pulled ponytail, and the tear tracks were evident on your face. You were a mess, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was your dad.

The elevator dinged, signaling your arrival to the common room. When the doors opened, you could see everyone standing there through your tears. You could see their faces drop when they took in the sight. Tony ran to you and brought you into a hug. He patted your hair and rocked you back and forth. You finally let the sobs free. The whole team could feel your pain. The sobs racked the entire room. You were their family, and they weren’t going to let anyone hurt you.

“Oh, my sweet girl, who did this to you?” Tony asked you in a quiet tone.

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I love Amsterdam!!! We were really lucky to spend a sunny day there yesterday! I went to the beach in the morning and took the train to Amsterdam in the afternoon where we and my friends explored the whole city, lots of little shops and looked for a place to eat (everything is so expensive there!) I found a 100% vegan restaurant which made me so freaking happy :’) And everyone we met was so friendly! Being here makes me really happy! All in all I walked 17km yesterday!

Part 5 - Aussie Sausage Dairy.

Note : all the stories I wrote are true :) happy reading !

I’ve been pretty busy with life recently. Didn’t really have the mood for hookup. But I always like to share my sexual experience to people I chat with vise versa as much as I like to hear about theirs as well. Typically : The first time and the best ones :) 

For me I’m actually having a hard time picking which one was the best, Previously in Part 2 I shared about Calvin the Chinese hunk with a Shih Tzu stole my heart, definitely a boyfriend material and A grade fuck buddy lol. Well this time in Part 5 I would call it one of my Wildest Adventures. 


it was 2 years ago I could recall. I was 18 and horny.

It was a Friday night. Desperately wanted a dick right up in my ass. Shaved my ass, cleaned my hole, put on my Hugo Boss cologne, wore a super revealing singlet (my nipples are exposed on the side if I move too much) and a super short shorts, comb my hair nicely, chewing eclipse mints make sure that my breath smells nice.

Off I went. Took a ride to the city center of Kuala Lumpur. Pavillion alone. Found myself in Tom Dick’s and Harry Bar, ordered a pint of Carlsberg, scrolling through JackD and Grinder hoping to encounter someone decent for hookup but it seems like ladyluck wasn’t on my side tonight. Most of them were staying with friends, busy or just not my type. I was depressed and disappointed obviously I came here with an objective which was clearly to have a fine dick right up in my ass. Thank god he heard my prayer lol. 

A fine ass looking Caucasian caught my attention when he walked into the bar. He’s 6 Feet Tall (180cm+), Broad Shoulder with dark brown hair, that’s all I could remember the details of him. He was in a suit with a loosen tie ( I guess he just got off from work and came for drink) I was staring at him the whole time since his arrival. He was looking at me at one point, I smiled at him :) He stood up took his drink and moving towards my direction. (you cannot imagine how excited I was in that moment.) I was in Cloud 9. 

Hot Guy : Mind if I buy you a drink ? 

Me : hello sure. I’m alone anyway. :)

We were sitting by the Bar on the high chairs drinking and just introducing each other and found out that he was actually from Australia and he came here for working purpose and he’s flying back tomorrow afternoon. Until he hit that jackpot question.

Leonard : anyway. What are you doing here alone by the bar in this hour ? is it common for an 18 to drink here 

Me : Well I could give you the answer on your bed if you wanna know what am I doing here in this hour :)

Leonard : (Chuckles) you’re pretty straightforward little boy . I like that. I’ll go get the bill.

Me : alright. Be right back, I’ll head to the washroom.

Washing my drunk face in the washroom. Chewing to my eclipse, looking in the mirror telling myself don’t screw this up. Thinking a way of impressing him so I went in to one of the toilet cubicle and I took off my underwear and I put in inside my man pouch. 

I had about 3 pints of beer and I wasn’t drunk, just a little tipsy as we were heading towards his hotel Pullman in a walking distance.

Leonard : So do you do this often ? you don’t look like its your first time.

Me : (Chuckles) Believe it or not its actually my first time looking for hook up in a bar. I guess lady luck was on my side after all.  How old are you btw ? 

Lenaord : I’m 45.

Me : That’s not a funny joke. You look like late 20′s instead of 45 !

(I Swear he don’t look like 45!, I never fuck with a man in his 40′s btw)

As we reached the hotel. We were in the elevator just the 2 of us he was standing behind me. And it started. He sneaked his left hand from behind right into my shorts touching my bubble butt. We both were shocked for god sake. I didn’t expect him to do that in the elevator.

Leonard : fuck boy where’s your undies ? (Laughing)

Me : I think I lost it somewhere. Maybe its on your bed ? (smirks)

As I undress myself in his room we started kissing slowly and passionately. Until he went shirtless I swear his body was priceless. Firm chest with broad shoulders I worship it immediately touching it and licking his hard nipples. He knew I love his chest when I couldn’t stop worshiping it.  From the chest slowly right down to his hard Aussie Sausage. It was HUGE. It was longer than 5inch (12cm+) and its thick. As I stroke it I when next to his ear and whisper.

Me : Can I call you Daddy ? (whispering softly)

Leonard : anything for you Baby Boy.

Me : Am I allowed to suck it ? (whispering softly)

Leonard :  show me what you got boy.

Me ; Yes daddy.

His hard dick was huge that I couldn’t suck it all the way through, he likes me sucking his dick obviously from the head to the balls making it wet with my saliva. Sucking his dick while by tongue is doing the job on the inside. Again. I used the ace up my sleeves. Swirling his dickhead with my tongue like drawing a circle. he was impressed :)

Leonard : oh boy you’re good at blowjobs even better than my boyfriend.

Me : well I hope he wasn’t jealous. (smiling)

As we switch position I found my ass facing his face as he rims me it felt so good especially when I shaved my ass so it would be smooth. He likes it alot licking my hole and spanking me lightly as I moan. We were in 69 Position where I was sucking his big dick while he was enjoying my pink hole. He took the lube and started to loosen my tight hole gently. I love it when my top takes the time to lube my hole as I moan softly. He wore a condom and I started riding his dick all the way through. I’ve never felt so good. While riding his big dick I rest my hands on his chest and play with his nipple he was moaning as well.

Leonard : Fuck you. Yes baby boy 

I was just moaning the whole time and make sure my hips are moving up and down to make us feel good. Switching position time to time from Military to Doggy to Standing and against the bathroom mirror.

I was leaning against the bathroom’s basin facing the mirror moaning as he fucks my hole from behind with his left hands on my shoulder and right hands on my hips pounding my hole gently making sure that I moan like his slut. My dick was hard as fuck and my precum was leaking all over the bathroom floor.

Leonard : enjoying the view of me fucking you ? 

Me : yes Daddy fuck you’re so hot. Can I cum now ?

Leonard : I’m close too cum for me Baby.

Me : Im cumming ! (Cum all over the floor it was a mess)

Leonard : fuck ! I’m close kneel down I wanna cum on your cute face.

As I kneel down quickly looking into his eyes with his huge dick wanking infront of me removing the condom and there it is. With his babies all over my face and body. It was surreal. Mind blowing indeed.

Me : Can I stay for the night ? its 3am now if you dont mind.

Leonard : As if I am going to allow a cute boy leaving on his own in this hour. bunk in with me tonight. Don’t worry I’m dead tired couldn’t start a second round even if you want too (chuckles) 

It was heart warming of him to do that. Most of the guys would just ask me to leave or fetch me home after the sex. The next morning we had breakfast together, took him to have some local food nearby and he was cute because he couldnt stand the heat from the Curry sauce for the Naan. 

He gave me some money for the Cab (which was way more than enough) but I refused to accept. We part ways every since then. xoxo

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Thanks many of you for the love you all give to my latest post. I was like wow when I see there are more than 200+ notes. My followers increased like a rocket 🚀 😂. many many thanks.

I got asked a lot of questions about how to free styling. To be honest, sorry I met Arab in a very random situation, I wasn’t free-styling so I’m not an expert to ask. Please prefer to those SB blogs who are free-styling for advice.

On the other hand, Arab went back from UK. He brought me a lot of jewelries but those are not my style because I prefer simple designed jewelries but it’s still money anyways. He texted me to get ready he will pick me up for breakfast. Okay daddy !!!! When I walked to his RR, the other girls sat under dorm’s porch looked at me like “gross you are having sex with an old man for money” but I give no shit. I even looked at them and smiled while he was closing the car door for me 😂

I spent last whole week with him. Someday we stayed at his place in Highland Parks, someday he drove us to Houston so he can checkup his company. I even helped him arrange his office based on my understanding of geomancy, organized his papers and fix his frozen wins 7 computer (unbelievable!!!) 😂 he was impressed but he kept forgetting I’m an engineering student fixing those are easy.

Last Saturday morning he told me my 2005 Honda looks so old now I need a new car. To be honest, I’m not a car person. I just need a vehicle to get me from point to point. I don’t have the idea of “I need to drive a fancy car because i’m a sugar baby”. Of course I’m expecting him to get me one if he said that, but how to sound not so much gold-digging? I told him “I will get a new car eventually, but only after I work and get my parents a new car first”. He knows and admires that I’m family-oriented so he looked at me in awe for few seconds, then later that afternoon
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He took me to Audi showroom and got me an A4. strategy WIN !!! Now I’m driving a brand new Audi without even have to ask for one. He added me to his insurance and said I can drive his RR if he isn’t in TX. He said if I spend this whole summer with him I can keep the car forever so I’m not taking any summer classes 😂 I need a break from those cancer cells anyways.

We are going to NYC next week because he wants some new clothes from Thom Browne, and wants to see Broadway ( I’m not a big fan but okay). Guess I will see if his cards get blocked from my shopping hahahaha.

I got lucky because this man is obsessed with Asian women. I still havent got used to this 46-yrs-old man who throw money like trash but I’m not complaining 😂 ps: he trimmed his hair and beard because I complained it made him look much older. I found his action is kinda cute 😂

Anyways, thanks for your support/cheering/loving messages and comments. I will try to get on Tumblr more frequent. Feel free to ask me any random questions from sugar advice to photography to biomedical stuffs to engineering. I hope all SBs have been great with their sugar life ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Weirwood

Okay, so I thought I would maybe give the ICM abstract challenge a whirl (no pun intended) this afternoon partly because it was easy-peasy and not time-consuming for technically challenged me and partly because it beat the window-washing I was doing (which by default entailed insect jerky removal and big fat honking spiders hiding in the grooves wrangling), by leaps and bounds and partly because I knew it would make my neighbour scratch her head and wonder what I was up to.  I took a whole bunch of shots at ISO 100 and F stops between 18 - 22 and, ultimately pared them down to two and this was my favourite.  In my over active imagination, I like to think it’s the Weirwood tree in the middle of the Godswood in Winterfell but in reality, it’s a little patch  of bergamot in one of my backyard gardens (and where I put my little bee buddy earlier this evening).  I muted the colours a bit because that bergamot is screaming pink and yes, definitely there were some dusty bits to clone out… first time I participated… and who knows, time permitting, there may be more attempts in the future. Hope you likey! 

Books and Throwing Knives

My title is so damn creative, I astound myself. So this is for a @twh-sss Ragnarok!Loki with his flippy flippy knives…..and I’m not sure if it’s smut-tastic enough… I dunno. It got away from me, but I still liked it…. so here.

Warnings: Nothing really. Oh, a little smutty smut smut. 

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We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 15

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

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In this chapter: When I thought everything wasn’t that bad, it only grew darker.

Word count: 3765

A/N: Okay. We all know Teen Wolf time line is a little… imprecise? So I have no idea how much time there is between episodes. And that’s also why there may be mistakes, please forgive me! This chapter is focused on the reader and is between two episodes. I think it’s important since the reader is living a normal life in the world of Teen Wolf and we don’t see every thing they do in one day on the show. (Tell me if the tags are working! The gifs aren’t mine but the drawings are!)

In the end, Stiles stayed with me all night in the hospital and by miracle or just some kind of coincidence, I managed to sleep. And since I hadn’t slept for so long without nightmares, I woke up the next day so much better. I opened my eyes as I yawned, seeing Stiles sleeping in an impossible and uncomfortable position on the chair near my bed. He had been watching over me all night?

Then I realized that only a few feet from me Stiles Stilinski was asleep. His peaceful sleeping face and his half-open mouth drooling on his arm. The scene was so funny, I couldn’t help laughing, which made him wake up suddenly.

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"Stop stepping on my feet!"-Robb Stark x Reader One Shot

(A/N: Who would have thought that I was a huge need for Game of Thrones too?)

Summary: The Starks have to travel to attend a ball hosted by their close friends. Robb has been set up in an arranged marriage with a childhood friend (the reader) who he will be seeing but does not know how to dance and knows that this will be expected of him when he arrives. Hours before the gathering, (Y/N) decides to help, bringing them closer together.

Characters: Robb Stark x Reader, mentions of the Starks

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Nothing but fluff (everyone is alive in this Game Of Thrones imagine. I wish that was true.)


“Lady (Y/L/N), the guests have arrived. Your parents have requested that you greet them in the yard.” one of my ladies in ladies informed me.

I thanked her as she curtsied. Quickly looking into the mirror, I made sure that I looked presentable before squealing. The Starks were here to attend our annual ball, they were close friends of ours. Their eldest child Robb was my fiance and I couldn’t be happier. When I was first told that my arranged marriage had been sorted, I prayed that they would be at least kind to me. Many girls had stories of marrying men much older and were very cruel. The Gods must have been graciously looking down on me to pair me with such a handsome, lovely, brave man such as Robb Stark.

I stood with my parents in the yard in front of our castle. The staff were also stood behind us, ready to greet our guests. As they arrived in their carriages and on their horses I spotted my mother looking down at me through my peripheral vision. Glancing up, she smiled down at me, seeing how excited I was to see my fiance again. There he was, right behind his father. Our eyes locked onto each other, sharing a small smile. We had definitely missed each other.

After greeting each other we left the Starks to get settled into their rooms. My parents were checking up on the final preparations for the ball, they wanted everything to be perfect. They held this ball every year as a way to bring close friends and families together, to celebrate the good times for once; it was also a great way for matches to be made. Whilst they were busyl, I wandered towards the guest rooms, knowing that Robb would be in the one he always was in. I knocked on the door before his voice called out.

He turned to face me, a huge smile evident.“(Y/N)!”

I giggled as he ran forward and embraced me, lifting me off of the ground as he spun us around. He quickly and unexpectedly kissed me as soon as my feet touched the floor. I never thought that I could feel like this, it was such a lovely feeling. As we pulled away, it took us a few moments to catch our breath.

A quiet bark brought me back to the real world. Looking down, I saw Greywind at my feet, staring up at me with a grin and tongue poking out. Leaning down to his height I made a fuss of him. He rested his head on my knees before Robb drew the attention back on himself. I stood back up, Robb immediately taking me back into his embrace.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I’ve spent too many months without you.” my hands absentmindedly played with his curly hair as I looked into his blue eyes.

“It does seem a little strange. We shall soon be together though. Just think, we’ll be married soon.”

I let out a breathy laugh.“It’s too exciting. We will hold a ball such as this, invite all of our friends and dance all night together.”

“There is one small problem.” he wouldn’t look at me.

I started to panic. What on earth could he be on about? He wasn’t having second thoughts was he?

“W-what’s that?”

“I cannot dance.”

I let out a sigh of relief before laughing.

He scolded.“It is not funny. I did not pay attention to my mother or Septa during those lessons. I was far too busy learning how to weild a sword.”

“I’m sorry my love, I am not laughing at you. I’m just relieved that it was not something bad. But we have a ball tonight and we must change the fact that you cannot dance.”

“I was so nervous coming here. I’ve been to balls before but I somehow always got out of the dancing part.”

“Well we still have a few hours before it starts.” I held out my hand.

“You are going to teach me?” he hesitantly took it.

“Of course. I can’t have my future husband step all over my toes on our first dance at our wedding.”

We stayed in his room for the whole afternoon. I was determined to teach him some steps in order for at least one flawless dance tonight. He listened intently, trying to remember the moves I showed him, he started to get frustrated at one point; even giving up. But I too was stubborn, there was no way he was going to just stop because he couldn’t do it. Greywind was laying on the bed, watching as these humans moved around the room in a silly fashion.

He was starting to get the hang of it after two hours of non stop dancing. However Robb got over confident, hurting me in the process.

“Ow!” I cried out as he stepped into my foot.

“I am so sorry! I did not mean that.” he jumped away from me.

I softly smiled, ignoring the pain.“Stop stepping on my feet!”

Unfortunately the lesson had to stop. We were to get ready for the ball as it was not far away now. My mother was constantly asking me questions about where I was the whole time. When I told her the truth she only giggled, happy that I was spending time with my fiance. After an hour of my handmaidens preparing me for the ball I was finally set to go. We were to walk in with the Starks, announcing our arrival to everyone. As we made our way down the ballroom, I started to feel nervous. This was mine and Robb’s first time appearing together and for some reason it was making butterflies appear in my stomach. As soon as I saw him though, I knew I would be safe with him.

The night was filled with laughter and chatter, food and wine hogged the table space. Decorations decked the walls to add a splash of colour, brightening the room alongside the beautifully lit chandeliers. There were so many people here, no one ever missed this event; houses sometimes even begged to be invited. It was difficult to move in some places as the crowds were so big. Robb and I had somehow been operated after the meal was over, I desperately wanted to spend time with him. All that I heard were ‘congratulations’ and how excited everyone was for my wedding. At any other time I would have happily talked about it but my actual fiance was no where to be seen.

“Looking for me?” a hushed voice spoke into my ear, making me jump.

Spinning around in shock, I playfully hit Robb on the arm.“You startled me! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“And I, you.” he linked our hands together.

After a few seconds of silence, I raised an eyebrow at him.“So?”

“So what?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?”

He let out a nervous laugh.

“I didn’t spend all afternoon teaching my fiance to dance for nothing. Please, we’ve never danced together before.”

He looked away for a moment but smiled at me. Tugging me along, we made our way to the centre of the room where the dancing was being held. Robb didn’t look too comfortable. Instead of letting him chicken out at the last second, I placed one if his hands I’m my waist and the other in my hand. Craving my neck up at his tall figure, I tried to send a reasurring smile his way before the music started up again.

“Everyone is watching.” Robb whispered.

“They’re watching everyone dancing, not just us. Smile, look at me and please don’t step on my feet.”

How could Robb go head on into battle without even blinking but the thought of dancing scared him? He had worried himself too much because it turned out that he was an excellent dancer (all thanks to his great teacher), actually swooning me quite a bit. We laughed together as he dipped me, or spun me and even when he lifted me into the air unexpectedly. Once the song was over, I expected him to walk away from the dance floor but that was not the case. We ended up dancing for a majority of the night, both breathless. One thing was certain, our first dance at our wedding was going to be amazing.

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We Live for Love! Imagine a Record Exec propositioning Claire promising more airtime if she would sleep with him, and Jamie losing his mind... Please and thank you, Gotham.

We Live For Love

Jamie Fraser frowned at the rack overflowing with suits.

A music video – a *proper* music video. It would be good, the label had said. Raise Claire’s profile, now that there was a cable channel dedicated to music videos. Show the world how Claire Fraser was more than just a voice.

Or some other bullshit that he saw right through.

But he – and Claire – didn’t have a choice. The terms of their record contract stipulated that she – they – would participate in any and all promotional activities organized by the label on their behalf. Interviews were fine – annoying, but fine. TV performances were fun – though both he and Claire insisted they never go on any show requiring them to lip sync.

They had even filmed several music videos already – nothing fancy, just a rented soundstage with flashing lights and an audience filled with members of the fan club.

But this video – this time was different. The label had hired Stephen Bonnet, a big-name director who had already won acclaim for the videos he’d done for Ratt and Van Halen.

Jamie didn’t like him one bit – hair all slicked back, Ray-Bans strategically tilted over one eye, cigarette precariously dangling from his thin lips.

He especially didn’t like how Bonnet looked at Claire.

Claire had been all professional when they arrived earlier to tour the set and decide on the costumes for the shoot.

Costumes. What the fuck. He was a guitarist, for crying out loud – not a circus performer.

He had so desperately wanted to grab Claire’s hand as they toured the cavernous sound stage, craving reassurance. But as always, he let her take the lead, watching her walk directly beside Bonnet (with Jamie two paces behind) as he showed them how each section of the set tied in to the video’s overall concept:

Claire Fraser, a star singing throughout the ages – in a Viennese opera house (hence the stage and orchestra pit, still being painted by an army of workmen), at a speakeasy (just a dark corner with a stool and the prow of a very fake grand piano), on a 1960s variety show (a garish white set festooned with huge plastic psychedelic flowers), in space (just a green screen for now) – and finally, here in 1984, on stage in front of adoring fans.

The song was only four minutes long – how the hell would it all work?

And would any of it feature the band?

Apparently not – just in the final sequence, of course. Which was apparently the only place where Jamie – co-writer, guitarist, musical arranger, HUSBAND – belonged.

To her credit, Claire had let Bonnet talk, explaining his concept. Jamie had watched Bonnet ogle Claire.

Not the first time – but it didn’t mean he liked it.

And after the tour had ended, Jamie had been shooed into a dressing room to pick out a suit to wear in the concert sequence.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn a suit – he hadn’t even worn one at their wedding. Claire had insisted – and he had loved her even more for it.

Tweed – gabardine – gray flannel…

Quietly the door opened –

“Jamie?”

Panic surged – he knew that tone. And whirled to see his wife wide-eyed, half-dressed, panting hard.

“What happened?” he croaked.

She swallowed, composing herself.

Jamie waited.

Agonized.

“I was looking through the costumes in my dressing room – and he came in, just as I was changing.”

Jamie surged toward her, gently taking her shoulders.

“He didn’t touch you, did he?”

Voice soft – cold. Hard.

She shook her head. “No – I covered myself and asked him to leave. He said no, he wanted to watch. Make sure I got good and ready.”

Jamie inhaled sharply through his nose. “I’m going to kill him.”

Then she smiled. Proud. “No need. I walked over to him – made him think I would take him up on his offer.”

She laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Jamie seethed. “Claire – ”

“I got good and close and kicked him in the nuts.”

Jamie blinked. And gaped. Heart somewhere in his mouth.

“Can you find me a shirt? Let’s go. I’m not taking any more of this shit.”

Finally he remembered to breathe. Then he gently kissed her forehead, her nose, and her lips.

Home.

Then tore one of the ridiculous jackets off of the rack and wrapped up his wife all good and proper. Hand in hand – proud and unafraid – they walked back to the parking lot. Jamie unlocked their beloved Pacer, and Claire slid behind the wheel.

They slammed the doors. She started the engine, and shifted to drive.

Jamie turned up her favorite metal station.

She turned to him.

“I’m taking us home, and I want you to help me forget this whole afternoon. Can you do that?”

Jamie took her right hand and bit her knuckles gently.

He held her hand the whole way home, as they sang along at the top of their lungs to their favorite Twisted Sister song:

We’re not gonna take it

No, we ain’t gonna take it

We’re not gonna take it anymore!

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Brendon takes his job of welcoming you to campus and initiating you into campus life a little too seriously.
Pairings: Brendon Urie x Fem!Reader
Warnings: age difference of ~4 yrs, (YN’s) underage drinking, tiniest bit of choking, uncharacteristically vanilla of me
Word Count: just short of 4k

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