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anonymous asked:

41 and 47 with junggook please 🙏🏽🙏🏽

drabble game~

“Don’t think about jumping in to save me if I’m ever surrounded, got it? Even if you’re insanely strong, you can’t fight against many zombies at once.” You ordered, still looking around for any spare bandages to use. You heard Jungkook’s chair screech and a word of protest slipping out but you turned and sternly looked at him, indicating your order was final as he bit his lip.

“Y/N, do you really think I can just leave you behind?” Jungkook objected gently taking a step closer, “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Yes.” The firm, immediate answer left him flabbergasted. “We’re only friends after all; it’s not like we’re dating—”

“Friends or not, it doesn’t matter,” Jungkook snarled, not bothering to hide the fact he hated that the two of you were only friends, “After everything…I’d still choose you.”

Originally posted by wowbangtan

Voice Deepening for Transgender People

Being transgender, your voice tends to give away who you are and so here is some advice to deepen your voice to pass better.

1. Slow down whilst you talk. It has been shown that when you talk slower than normal, your voice tends to drop. And it has been shown that with a slower speaking voice, you look more confident than others. Whenever you talk very fast, it shows that you’re less confident in yourself and your voice becomes higher. So try to make a conscious decision to slow when you talk. 

2. Record your voice. When you hear how your voice sounds through your phone, it simulates what other people hear. So with that, you should record your voice to better understand how to deepen it a little bit better. Then with that, practice with your deeper voice so it isn’t straining whenever you talk to someone. 

3. Play with your voice. Try going high and low all together to better understand your voice. With that information, you can learn if your voice is naturally high or low and work from there.

4. Experiment with your deepened voice. With voices, you need to practice with it in order to make it more natural. And with practicing, you must practice slowly with your new voice. You don’t want your voice to strain your throat and the way you can figure that out is by projecting your voice a little bit and see if it’s comfortable or not. 

5. If you can afford it, take speech or voice acting lessons. With these classes, you can see as to how to speak properly to people. Your instructor will know how to exercise your voice a more professional way to do it. 

If I have left something out, please do not hesitate to drop an ask to tell me what I left out. I hope this helps out my fellow transfolk out there. 

-Kayden  

Transference (M) – Chapter 01

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Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. 

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,061

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, discussion of BDSM, sex work, profanity.

A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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No Regrets - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by little--batman

Summary: Soulmate!AU - When your soulmate gets hurt you receive a flower tattoo on your body on the same location they were wounded. Imagine (Y/N) having her whole left arm covered in flowers while Buckys whole hand was covered in them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: There really isn’t any, unless you’re afraid of Bucky finding happiness. If you’re afraid of that I feel sorry for you.

A/N: First soulmate au?? Been wanting to do this one long before I started this blog??

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When Bucky grew up he didn’t have flowers on him like the other kids. Nobody ever knew that, of course, he was good looking enough to get whoever he wanted at his hip. That’s one main reason why he got along with Steve, Steve never got any either. They both believed maybe they weren’t destined to have a soulmate, of course there was the option that their soulmates maybe never have been hurt but it was a long shot.

After being woken up from his cryogenic stasis and retrieving most of his memories back he realized his whole right hand was covered in flowers. He never believed he had a soulmate but it registered in his head that his soulmate was from a different time period than what he was from. He soon also figured out that Steve also had the same issue; He had a soulmate but was destined to meet them after he woke up from his frozen state.

As for (Y/N)? She had millions of flowers. Some were randomly placed on her body, Bucky had them as well. But the ones that stood out the most were the full sleeve she had on her left arm. She often hid it but lately she began to flaunt it off. Her soulmate had to have had something messed with their whole left arm, it wouldn’t have been that hard to point out in public too. She always looked out for the left arms of strangers in public, but she never had good luck.

Not only that but (Y/N) constantly looked at the hands of people as well. She knew they would have flowers there. She wasn’t as normal and ordinary as others, she had powers that nobody else had. She hid them, she knew what happened to people after they showed others the gifts they possessed. She was practically a human torch, she could heat up anything she wanted. When she was younger she was practicing and accidentally burned her hands, it was so bad that she couldn’t use them for weeks and had to make up an excuse that she did it while cooking something. Of course everyone believed her because nobody thought of the alternative that she had super powers. She hated the way her hands looked, scars covered them from her wrist to the top of her fingers, she would never go anywhere without hiding them with gloves.

She was cleaning up the counters of her job in the middle of the day when an oddly large group walked in. She sighed to herself knowing she would have to take care of them because the only other person on duty was already at another table. (Y/N) was wearing a classic blue and white waitress outfit and her jacket, it was a chilly day so nobody obliged to her clothing choices. She often wore a jacket anyways, only due to the tattoos crawling up her left arm.

(Y/N) walked up to the table that the group had chose to sit at before preparing herself to take their orders. She flipped open her small notebook before taking the pen out of her pocket, plastering a fake smile on her face.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). I’ll be your waitress today, if you need anything please run it by me! I can order your drinks if you would like and while I go make them I’ll give you time to choose what you’d like to order.” She gave a toothy smile before looking at everyone, waiting for someone to point out what they’d like to drink.

“I’ll just have a water, please.” The blonde male spoke up first and gave you a smile.

“Me too, I’d like a water.” His darker friend next to him ordered the same thing and thanked her shortly after.

“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake and my pal here would like a coffee, please.” A redhead clapped her hands before patting her older friend on the back, receiving a glare that soon turned into a joking smile.

“And you two?” (Y/N) looked at the two males who haven’t given a drink yet. One was looking at the menu while the other was staring off into his lap.

“I suppose you don’t have alcohol here, do you?” A bearded (and clearly) wealthy man gave her a look before setting the drink menu down.

“No sir. The only drinks we have are on that menu.”

“Then I’ll just have a shake as well. Make it a mint.”

She wrote down the drink before focusing her gaze on the quiet man. His head was down and his conscience clearly wasn’t with the rest of them. His long brown hair overlapped most of his face and a hat was covering his eyes. He wore a baggy black sweatshirt and gloves. If anything, he didn’t want to be there and it was very noticeable.

“He’ll have a water too, thanks.” The same blonde from earlier spoke up on the quiet mans behalf. She nodded with a smile before returning to behind the counter to make the drinks. She was almost done until a bit of the mint milkshake spilt onto the sleeve of her jacket. She cursed quietly to the point where only she could hear herself and removed her jacket, setting it in the back room before looking at her tattooed arm in disgust. She always wanted to flaunt her arm around but never while on the job. She mostly got bad looks from it and it often decreased her chances on a tip. If it meant less money, then she wasn’t a big fan.

She finished the drinks before placing them onto a tray and carrying them to the table with one hand. She set half of it down on the table and half balanced with her knee before she started to hand them out towards everyone. When she was finished she set the tray under her arm and pulled out her notebook once again to write down the orders of the group. She smiled to the few who thanked her for the drinks.

“Have enough time to figure out what you want to eat?” She put on the same fake smile as before. They ordered their food one after one and yet again the quiet man was the one that was last to order. She looked up at him only to realize his eyes were strongly fixated onto her arm. Her confidence completely dropped knowing the meaning behind his stare, every time a customer laid eyes onto her arm she felt insecure, she felt as if she should apologize like it was her fault, and so she did.

“I am so very sorry, sir. I’ll go put on my jacket.” She was about to quickly go throw on her stained jacket before he spoke up in a deep, raspy voice. It was the first words he had spoken since he entered the building.

Why do you wear gloves?” She stopped in her tracks and stared at his with wide eyes. By this point the rest of the group had realized why he was so interested in her arm and hands. They all shared the same look, they all wondered if this was Buckys soulmate.

“To hide what’s underneath.” Her eyebrows were furrowed at the mysterious man. She had to admit, she had no idea what his deal was. First he stares at her arm and then asks what she is hiding underneath the leather on her hands. Of course, she was oblivious to what was happening but perhaps it’s because she didn’t know what was under his left arms sleeve.

Buckys right arm pulled down the zipper of his jacket before tearing it off. At the same time he ripped off the gloves from his hands and stared at the flowers inked perfectly around his palms. (Y/N)’s eyes widen as she looked at the cybernetic limb connected to his body. His whole left arm was missing, and her whole left arm was covered. Bucky raised his human hand and showed her the printings on it, his eyebrow raised as he focused his gaze on her covered hands.

Overcoming her ego, she set the tray and notebook down on a nearby table before unbuckling the bucks on her gloves and sliding them off. Her hands were burnt beyond any recognition, if it weren’t for the obvious figure by her fingers and palms, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was actual human flesh. Bucky soon stood up and walked towards (Y/N).

“Come with me.” He whispered into her ear with a stern voice. She quickly caught on before grabbing her notebook and handing it to her co-worker. Her co-worker nodded in agreement, by the look on (Y/N)’s face she knew she needed a moment. She quickly thanked her before running out the front doors to meet up with the stranger who just so happened to possibly be her soulmate. When she walked out he had his hat in one hand balanced on his hip and his other was running through his hair. They stood there silently for a minute before he looked her in the eye and spoke up.

“I have a line of flowers on my lower back.” His hand went to the neck of his shirt before lifting up a bit to show the tattoo on his back. (Y/N)’s hand came to cover her mouth. It was the same scar she received when she was little, it reach from the lower part of her back to the middle. If she wasn’t wearing a dress she would have showed him then and there to prove to him.

You’re my soulmate.” She spoke through her hand. He hands dropped to his sides as he stared at face. He stared at every detail noticeable by the human eye before looking at her burnt hands covering her lips. He saw the way her nose perked out, the way her (Y/E/C) eyes stared at his. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he could stare at them for hours. He stared at her luscious (Y/H/C) hair and the way it was perfectly laying above her shoulders.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His hand hesitantly came up and caressed hers, overlapping her cheek. Within a second her hands snaked around the boys neck and pulled his body into a tight hug. His body tensed up from the contact but soon after he relaxed and put his around her waist. She set her head in the crook of his neck and smelt his amazing aroma. After a moment of standing there (Y/N) opened her eyes and saw his friends staring out the side window at them. She let out a small giggle before pointing into their direction.

When Bucky turned around he let out a big scoff before giving them the finger, his lips turned into a smile once he heard the beautiful, moment-stopping laugh escaping her lips. He grabbed her hand before giving it a kiss and staring at the scars left on her.

“You shouldn’t hide your hands, you know.”

“And you shouldn’t hide your arm.”

Bucky had stayed with (Y/N), sitting at the bar stool where she normally would be behind the stand. His friends soon left after eating and patted him on his back, knowing he was going to stay for a while. They talked all night like normal people having a normal conversation. He learned about her past and she learned about his.

“So why exactly did you feel the need to put your jacket on earlier when I was looking at your arm? And why do you wear the gloves? I mean I understand the looks you would get from people, I get them too when people see my arm but… I’m just asking why you care of what others think.”

She set the last dirty dish into the washer before turning it on and facing him. “It doesn’t give you the best reputation.” She removed the rubber gloves from her hands and placed them into the trash before lifting her hands and studying every crease and imperfection.

“I hate being known as the girl with the burnt hands. I hate receiving stares and sympathy looks. I hate walking down the street and hearing someone whisper ‘that really must have hurt’. People who want their food suspect that a well professional, that isn’t covered in ink and scars will serve them, hiding them not only satisfies their needs but it gets me more money. It’s just how business works.”

His hands reach for hers and brought them up to his lips. He kissed the top of her hand over and over and looked into her eyes.

“Don’t ever feel like you need to hide anything from me. You’re my soulmate and I wouldn’t want you any other way. Besides, your arm is my fault anyways. If I hadn’t lost my arm then-” (Y/N) smiled at him before cutting him off.

“Don’t. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” His teeth shined through and she mimicked his smile. They had been there hour after hour talking about anything and everything. It was the first time Bucky had truly opened up to someone and he didn’t regret it at all. He loved the way she would smile and laugh at any joke he said, whether it was funny or not. He loved the way she would give him a concerned and loving look after he shared a hurtful memory from his past. He loved the way she would listen to every word he would say, thoughtfully while simultaneously thinking of the perfect thing to say back. He wasn’t even suppose to originally come to this restaurant at first but Steve insisted, and he didn’t regret giving into his best friends wishes. He didn’t regret anything he did in his life because it all led up to this moment, the moment where he met the love of his life.

He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He didn’t regret a thing.

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Good Girl

Anonymous said:
Can you write a daddy kink one with Calum or Michael with a lot of teasing and spanking and overstimulation and being called Kitten and Princess omg pls that would be some lit quality shit

fuck ya girly i gotchu 

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Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His finger tips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Calum whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Calum took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” Calum bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” Calum said. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Calum raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Calum and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Cal would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Calum happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Calum said.

Calum walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barley punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” Calum said. “Calum, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Calum said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” Calum said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Calum landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto Calum’s leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barley enough for him to hear. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Calum’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” Calum whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Calum let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” Calum instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red bum. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Calum said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Calum only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” Calum said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Calum breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down in-between my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Calum’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Calum ordered. It was one of Calum’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Calum was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” Calum said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” Calum chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Calum daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as Calum moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Calum mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Calum, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Calum as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Calum moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when Calum rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Calum said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. Calum held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Calum moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Caluum, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Calum must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” Calum smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,” Calum said. I saw Calum pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” Calum said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Calum turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” Calum chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Calum set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for my princess,” Calum pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Calum cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while Calum put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Calum groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Calum took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Calum said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Calum pulled me up. I stared in awe at Calum’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” Calum chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Calum groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Calum whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Calum groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” Calum asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Calum laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Calum as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Calum coos.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Calum moaned, his hands moving to my hips. “Cum for me daddy,” I bit his neck, making sure to leave my mark. I felt Calum release inside of me, making me fall on top of him. “God, that was-” “Amazing.” I finished for him. “I love you, princess,” Calum kissed my forehead. “I love you too, daddy.” I said.

Nice to Meet You

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

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simply.cute97 || jjk (m)

Originally posted by jengkook

Summary: You’re a popular camgirl, named simply.cute97 and you decide to put on a special show with fellow cammer domjeon09.

Relationship: Jungkook/Reader
AU:
Camboy!Jungkook/Camgirl!Reader
Genre:
Smut, Light Fluff
Rating:
M
Warnings:
sex work, masturbation, loss of virginity, dirty talk
Word Count:
6.5k

A/N: bonus points i u know who’s screenname belongs to who.
this started as a simple request found here.


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So don’t hate on me, but I’m actually happy that Nicole fucked up, and I’ll tell you why.

Because that’s how you get well-rounded, three dimensional characters. You let them make mistakes. You let them create conflict. You let them hurt the people they love. And you let them redeem themselves. 

Listen. I would go to hell and live there if Nicole Haught asked me to, okay? But up until now, she’s been this paragon of blamelessness that is, frankly, unrealistic. She’s this lawful good moral compass in Purgatory, and - while I love that about her - to have her stay that way forever and ever amen is just not realistic. Let her be more

Real people fuck up. They cross lines and boundaries that hurt the people they love. Because they’re human beings. 

And, honestly? We don’t even know the whole story. Maybe the test results came that day and Nicole, so sure that Waverly couldn’t possibly be anything other than an Earp, opened them so she could rush to Waverly and give her the good news. A violation of privacy? Absolutely. But maybe still under really good intentions. And then she realized that maybe in the middle of Shorty’s wasn’t the best place to tell Waverly such devastating news. Fine, she’ll hold onto it until Waverly has the privacy to process and grieve. Except then the impromptu baby shower happened. Definitely not the right timing. Except that now Waverly knows what she’s done, and Nicole knows she’s fucked up. It could have been something very small that billowed out of control. 

Waverly is 100% in the right here. Nicole did fuck up. She fucked up bad. She took away her partner’s agency, and that’s absolutely not okay, even if it was under good intentions. 

Up until now, Nicole has had the moral high ground in every single encounter with Waverly. Waiting so patiently for Waverly first to figure out she wanted to date her and then waiting for her to be ready for sex. Being ousted from Black Badge and - once again - excluded from the group, reduced to being Waverly’s girlfriend. Watching Waverly grow odd and distant and aggressive and having no idea what to do about it and so just waiting it out, being there for her, even when it’s her job (and her very identity within that job) on the line. 

Again and again, Nicole has been this girl-on-a-pedestal who can do no wrong. She has not been allowed to fuck up, to step over any line of any kind. And that’s bad, bad news for a fictional character. 

This is the very first time in two and a half seasons that Nicole Haught has been allowed to grow into something other than the rookie cop with a heart of gold. Don’t get me wrong, she still is that, but now she’s adding other facets to her personality. She’s extremely protective of Waverly. Maybe (definitely) too protective, since it’s causing her to take away Waverly’s ability to decide. Nicole Haught finally has a glorious, glaring in-your-face motherfucking flaw. And it’s a big one. I can see her, in the future, putting other people in danger in order to protect Waverly. I can see her struggling with her own ability to draw the line. I can see her making terrible decisions in order to save her girl. Remember when she very nearly shot Wynonna because Waverly told her to? It’s a huge flaw. And it’s delicious

Please let her - and the people who love her - have it. This is how she develops into a fully-rounded, interesting and compelling character. 

The 4 Types of Biases

1. The Starter Bias: If you have just come across a new group, this is the member that first caught your attention. You’ve probably heard of this member before because of how popular they are, or because they got a lot of screen time in that MV you just saw so you automatically claim them as a bias in the entry of your new life fandom. Once you follow the group a bit more you will most likely change your bias but if you dont, Congratulations! You are loyal af

2. Bias: You’ve looked more into this group, have learned about all the members, and while doing so you have found the one. You have found your bias. Your bias is the one your eyes immediately look for in choreography videos. They are the one that makes you tear up and pterodactyl scream every time their part comes up. While you love all the members, your bias just gives you those extra emotions that are everything, all with a smile.

3. Bias Wrecker: You ever watch a live stage and your eyes just drift to that member who will not stop doing THAT (you know what “THAT” is)? Let me introduce you to your bias wrecker. When you are trying to stay loyal to your bias, bias wrecker will come out of nowhere and make you think about risking it all. The bias wrecker need to CALM THE FUCK DOWN and STAY IN THEIR LANE because aint nobody got time to redo their entire bias list. And while they are disrespectful with their extraness/sexiness/cuteness etc., you still high key love it.

4. Ultimate Bias: The Ultimate Bias can be used for a group and/or person. The Ultimate Bias is your #1, your ride or die, your everything. They’re probably your wallpaper or screensaver. While you are a fan of multiple groups, this one holds a special place in your heart. This is the group you’ll save at least a year in advance for just with the possibility of them coming to your country. You have seen just about EVERY variety show they’ve been in and know EVERY inside joke there is to know. You’ve pre-ordered the album and set a notification for when the MV drops. The Ultimate Bias differs from a regular bias because you can have a bias from every group you stan, but the Ultimate Bias comes before everyone else in ALL of kpop. You’d probably kill for them (please don’t…) Those are your loves and nobody can take that away from you.

(Hope you’ve enjoyed this useless piece of information I have given at 1 in the morning when I should be asleep because I have classes in the morning)

Originally posted by alexandrapatricia

Life Partner - Harry Styles

Breakdown: Harry ditches the “womanizer” label when he falls for an ordinary girl, and reflects on their relationship as he drives home from a concert, but is bombarded by paparazzi. 

Harry was once a hopeless romantic and firm believer in true love. Unfortunately, his rise to stardom stripped him from these beliefs and he lost all hope in ever finding someone to spend the remainder of his life with. Throughout the past few years, Harry has constantly been labeled as a “womanizer” by the media. Harry definitely agreed that his romantic partners changed frequently, but this was not due to being a womanizer. He finally realized that being a celebrity and having a serious relationship was an extremely challenging task, and to do so would require the right girl for him. Therefore, Harry acknowledged that while being an international artist, he would have to be content with short-term flings with women whom he knew would never be his life partner.

But that now seems like an entire lifetime ago for Harry. As Harry stares down at the beautiful woman sleeping beside him, he can’t stop himself from entering into a deep reflection. They have only been together for fourteen months, but Harry couldn’t bear the thought of not having her in his life.

Their paths crossed one brisk fall morning as Harry strolled the streets of Greater London. While trying to shield his identity, Harry toppled directly onto her, which caused her to plunge onto the rough ground. As a crowd took notice of the pop sensation, Harry bolted to take cover from the growing crowd. However, he did not flee without dragging her along with him so he could deliver a proper apology and ensure that she was not injured. But as the two waited for the crowd to disappear, they fell into a deep conversation which left Harry completely amazed in a way that he had never been before. As he stared into her twinkling eyes, he knew that she was not a girl that he could just walk away from.

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Kitchen Favours - Part 2

You asked for a part two. I gave you a part two. Though its probably not as good as you wanted!
Prompt: After their moment in Pop’s kitchen, Jughead tries to confront Y/N about what happened. 
Warning: Smut reference.
Part One 

Originally posted by admireforever

The day after yours and Jughead’s heated moment you find yourself back at the scene of the crime. Back at Pop’s for yet another shift, one you were happy to work as it was one of the few where you didn’t have the dark haired devil that was Jughead Jones. A name that hadn’t released your lips since you moaned it in his ear just last night.
Oh, last night…
As soon as Pop’s entered the diner, you both fumbled trying to grab your shirts, sooth your hair before Pop’s saw the two kids he had known since they were children about to loose the last of their innocence on the kitchen counter of his own diner.

Neither of you spoke a word to each other after that. The flirty jokes which had become common between the two of you halted in an almost un-natural manner, one you hoped Pop’s hadn’t picked up on. You left the diner the second your shift ended, not even saying goodbye to the boy who had waited behind just to keep you company. 

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Pay For A Punch

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,349

Warnings: 18+, beginning of smut, mentions of sex, sexual tension, language, kissing, fluff.

A/N: This is my submission for @amarvelouswritings Bee’s 2.1k Challenge! This was fun and I really want to be the reader in this so bad! 

Prompt: “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?” 


You were aware of all the chatter happening around you, but all you could hear was the buzzing in your ears.

Anger.

It boiled the blood in your veins.

Who the hell did he think he was? You knew what you were doing. You were good at what you did. Tony wouldn’t have put you on the team unless he thought you were fit.

Countless hours in the gym training with Steve. Honing your combat skills every day with Natasha. Therapy sessions with Bruce. Perfect physical assessment from Dr. Cho.

You name it, you’ve done it.

But he is the only one who sees you as incapable. He undermined every move you made. He would tsk and tut at you when he disagreed. He had even patted your head like a petulant child once.

You would have stabbed him if Wanda hadn’t used her powers and tore the knife out of your hand.

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club penguin bans sentence starters
  • "i'm a fucking piece of pizza,"
  • "holy shit toto, we sure as fuck ain't in kansas anymore,"
  • "i ain't fucking with these christmas lights anymore,"
  • "why is the only angry one black?"
  • "get in loser, we're going sledding,"
  • "jesus fucking christ, that cookie hot as shit,"
  • "ah yes, my meth lab is ready,"
  • "i need this life vest 'cos i'm drowning in the pussy,"
  • "i could kill you right now, no one would wear you scream,"
  • "i could go back and pretend to be you,"
  • "fashion police, you're definitely under arrest,"
  • "you're tearing this family apart, ___"
  • "what do you mean you're being murdered? that's illegal, people can't do that,"
  • "i'm wanted for stealing yo girl/boy,"
  • "wanna hear a joke? your future,"
  • "i would like to order all the money,"
  • "when i see stars i think of you. because you're only beautiful from a distance,"
  • "do it for the vine,"
  • "you dress like an idiot,"
  • "girl/boy, are you because i want to take you out,"
  • "hey you forgot something. your social life,"
  • "help me hide this body in here,"
  • "did you just propose, using emojis?"
  • "do drugs they said. it will be fun they said,"
  • "it's called capitalism,"
  • "thank you for helping me commit cannibalism,"
  • "shit, we on national television,"
  • "bitch, throw one more snowball at me,"
  • "can you leave my house please?"
  • "i'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch,"
  • "can i pay you in swag?"
  • "excuse me, do you know where i can find the booty?"
  • "what the flipper?"
  • "santa isn't real,"
  • "what do penguins do in a race? they peng-win,"
  • "a milkshake ain't a goddamn pizza,"
  • "locked up because my eyebrow game was too strong,"
  • "man, look at all this fuckin' dope,"
  • "fuck it, i ain't running,"
  • "hey, do you wanna join my gang?"
  • "i'll ask my mom,"
  • "smooth as butter,"
two ships passing in the night.

Originally posted by golden--tragedy

(billy hargrove x reader)

request: remember me w/ Billy? 💕 (from dating prompts: Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them)

summary: reader is home for the holidays, and meets an old enemy (ish). turns out late night diner talks aren’t the worst thing in the world. 

word count: 2,568

warning: there are mentions of abuse in here. nothing detailed, but it’s mentioned.

part ii is here!


The holidays are a lot of things, but after high school, they went on another level of special for you. You’d ended up missing your friends and family a lot more while you were at college, so a couple of weeks at home was on par with heaven for you - even in your junior year.

You’d been home for a couple of days by that point. The first day home had been spent in your bed catching up on all of the sleep that you’d missed out on during the fall semester. The second and third day, however, had considered of the party crowding into your house, Dustin and Steve making hundreds of cookies while the rest tried to steal any amount of cookie dough that they could.

It was weird, being older. The kids were growing up, all but Will having grown taller than you (Will was as tall as you now, and you had no illusions that in a year, you’d be the shortest one). Nancy and Jonathan were in college as well, due back within the next few days. Steve had - to the frustration of his father - decided to stay in Hawkins and join the police force to work alongside Hopper.

“Who else is going to save his old ass when the weird shit hits the fan again?”

So it had been nice to see them all again, the pain in your chest abating a little the longer you were all together.

You loved your family and spending time with them, but with the party, it was different. Shared trauma, and all that.

Eventually, though, everyone ended up heading out. Lucas and Max had talked of going to the movies, while the rest of them were heading to their various homes. Except Mike, who was taking El home himself.

(The thought of him driving disturbed you on a whole other level.)

Once they’d all left, you shrugged on your coat and shoved a hat on your head, wincing as you stepped outside. The cold stung your face, but you tried not to pay much attention to it. Hawkins Main Street was calling to you, and you’d be damned if you didn’t go.

From the time that you’d been a child, you’d always loved walking into town, late at night in December. It was like your own private Christmas lights show. String lights were strung from street lamp to street lamp, with wreaths shaped as bells and Christmas trees lined the pole lights. The storefronts were all individually decorated to the owner’s preference, but most had Santa and presents in some form or another.

You’d just made it into town, your hands shoved deep into your pockets when you heard someone calling your name. You froze at the sound of the voice, trying to place it.

“Y/N! Y/L/N, is that you?” You turned around slowly, furrowing your brow as your gaze settled on the man approaching you. The voice reminded you of Billy Hargrove, but the man in front of you…

He had short hair - no mullet in sight - and was grinning easily at you. Sure, towards the end of your senior year, Billy hadn’t been bothering you anymore, but that was due to Max almost taking a nail-ridden bat to his crotch.

“Uh, yeah? Do I know you?”

“You don’t remember me? Do I look that different without the mullet?”

Your eyes widened. Holy shit, it was Billy Hargrove.

“Nah, I just didn’t recognize you without you harassing me and my friends.” You raised your eyebrows at him as he looked down at his shoes. His lips pressed together into a thin line as he looked back towards you.

“I was a pretty big dick to you, huh?”

“You were a bigger dick to Lucas Sinclair. And your little stepsister.”

He let out a sigh, nodding his head slow a couple of times.

“I know I was. I had a lot of shit going on, but that doesn’t excuse what I said. Or what I did. I’m, uh, I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You stared at him, your gaping mouth resembling a fish. It had been around three years since all of that had happened. People could change in that amount of time, but Billy Hargrove? Really?

“What the hell happened to you?”

He barked out a humorless laugh, ducking his head once more before taking in a deep breath, and letting it out through his nose.

“You wanna grab some coffee?” You furrowed your brow, giving him a look that made him chuckle. “It’s kind of a long story, and I’m starting to freeze my ass off.”

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Kalopsia

Pairing: Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Originally posted by nochuie

Words: 2.5k

You kicked the door shut after trying your best to get it opened with your unavailable hands that carried the heavy groceries. With a grunt you managed to reach for your cross body and throw it over the couch while making your way to the kitchen to put down and organise all the things you bought.

You had a simple life, a twenty years old girl who’s trying to make a living in this cruel world. Your parents had passed when you were young and ever since then you had to make your own money, be it from taking extra shifts at the cafè you worked in to working at McDonald’s where you used to visit when your parents were alive and wonder why people wanted to work there when most of the customers were absolute garbage and the atmosphere is unforgiving and suffocating. You had come to the realisation that those people didn’t have a choice because after all you had bills and a degree to pay for.

You would describe yourself single, you and your boyfriend broke up about a year ago, you would be really upset and heart broken if he wasn’t a douchebag and a selfish piece of shit or maybe because you only dated for a few months and realised he wasn’t the one for you.

You would say that you’re living in this apartment alone but you had a cat, a male adorable Scottish fold with the fluffiest fur ever. He was the only thing keeping you going through your hard times, he would always come and rub his head onto your feet when you arrive home, he always wanted your attention and would would beg and purr for your pettings just like he is now.

You crouch down to run your fingers through his adorable ears with the biggest smile sprawled onto your face, you can never help it when he looks at you like that. Only if a real man can actually look at you like this.

“Hi Kookie” you said while stretching each syllable out of adornment.

“How have you been? Were you being a good boy?” You said while peppering his fur with kisses near his ear and neck which earned you a lot purr and a lick from him.

Your cat wasn’t the typical cat that scratched at its owners if they touched him or pet him too much, yes he would get fiesty sometimes but most of the time he was peaceful and understanding. When you cry, you would find him at your lap looking as sad as you or dragging a toy in your direction in hopes that if you see him play around attend to your commands that you would feel mused and feeling better. You swore that he’s not a normal cat.

You carried him in your arms after organising everything in place. You headed to your room and put him into your bed where you would walk to your wardrobe to get a change of clothes. You took of your shirt followed by your bra, you didnt need to be suffocated at home wearing these merciless boob imprisonment outside was bad as it is, you put your head and arm through your tank top and changed your jeans into your matching pyjama shorts.

You liked to lay down in bed and pet your cat when you came back from a long day in attempt to gather a bit of energy to get up and try to make dinner. Kookie must be starving yoi thought as you patted at your lap to get your cat to come to you, which he obviously did you could swear that he liked being there maybe a little too much. You didn’t like your cat eating processed smelly canned food that they scam people with at the market, when you first got your cat 7 years ago, you didn’t have much money to get him special cat food and you would feed him whatever you were eating which he actually found much better than canned food that you bought for him when you finally earned money, he refused to eat it and you decided to never feed him it again.

“Sometimes, I wish you can speak to me” you said while rubbing his right ear between your thumb and pointer, he liked it the best when you petted his sweet tiny ears like that.

“I just feel silly when I speak about my day for hours when you probably can’t understand anything I’m saying apart from the word food” you laughed at yourself. Strangely your cat growled and it almost sounded like a scoff, did you just offend your cat?!

“Sorry. But you know im going to talk about my day either way” you shot him a sweet smile. He settled his head between his stretched paws that laid on your stomach.

“I… I think I’m going to quit” you said slowly. You didn’t expect your cat to understand the kind of world you live in. You are a hard working person but you can barely manage doing notes for class when you had two jobs like that, besides neither paid well for the long hours you worked. You though of quitting your job at McDonald’s because it was tough and was a complete crap of a job and the shifts you worked could spare you an entire night that you can use studying or maybe in the future, spare that time to work for someone who pays well.

“I’m just tired you know? I feel like my brain cells are dying when I work there. The people treat you so horribly, when I work late at night and go to clean the dirty tables I get groped and it feels disgusting. The smell is disgusting and I dont even comment on how bad the food  we sell it. I feel so bad for selling people something that will reduce their life span” you sighed.

“I guess I really had enough, huh?” You said while picking up his left ear and massaging his head. The cat infront of you seemed to have understood you and gave you a pity look, which had quickly changed to what you could make out as annoyance and anger. Why are cats so weird yet absolutely beautiful.

“I guess it’s queue for dinner” you cheered,

“Grilled chicken? Or that salmon I just bought from the market baby?” You asked as if your cat would answer. You knew he would probably like salmon better and honestly, you were craving some salmon and a good beetroot salad.

The cat had followed you to the kitchen when the smell of fish showered your entire home. Of course you thought, what a typical cat he is.
You noticed as he gets closer to you as you grill the salmon on the hot surface, he had wrapped your calf with his tail while looking up to you which made you squeal at his cuteness but remembered how dangerous it is for him to be close to an oven.

“I love you Kook but you have to go away, it’s dangerous here” you said before reaching for the fridge and taking out the rest of the ingredients necessary for the dish.

You had spent the rest of the night eating your dinner and watching a movie play on your TV with your beloved cat. You were feeling pretty tired and chose to end your night after emailing your boss at McDonald’s not to expect you at work anymore, you finally chose to quit but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences. It’ll be okay, you whispered to yourself before shutting your eyes and brain to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up before he did like any other normal day. You headed to the bathroom and got ready to get ready for your classes, you would normally make food in the morning and put it down in a bowl so that when your cat is hungry it can eat while your not home, but as you quit your job at McDonald’s, today consisted of going to classes and coming back home early.

You made some coffee and put down a small breakfast for your cat incase it woke up before you got home but you doubted it since you’re going to come back within 3 hours and he’s showing no sign of wanting to get up any time soon. Smiling, you wore your winter coat and wrapped your neck with your favourite soft scarf and headed outside to start your day.

Classes were the same, difficult but manageable with effort anf effecient note taking, which you clearly havent done enough of. You didn’t make friends with the people that are in your course because you simply didnt have enough time to, but they all seemed somewhat nice you guessed.

Once the class was over you had a small break before the other one begins and you headed to the local university cafe for some coffee in attempt to really wake up. You waited in the queue to order your coffee, it was only one man with a slightly grey hair in front of you. You assumed he was one of those obnoxious frat party boys who dyed their hair a different colour every weekend. You rolled your eyes when you heard him ordering the same drink you were going to.

“Hi. Can I get a caramel machiatto please?” You asked of the barista, who nodded and asked for your name and the money, which of course you had given before you proceeded to wait for your drink. You had realised that the man in front of you was gone, that was quick you said before taking the drink that was placed on the table in front of you, that had said caramel machiatto on it.

You had sipped some before the same man reappears infront of you. Why was he here you said before turning away, only to hear your name and the drink you ordered being called out by the barista.

Fuck.

You turned around, and met the man again but this time, he was facing you and dear God, he was gorgeous. So unreal that you’d think he was an anime character. And you might have embarrassed yourself by taking his drink.

“Sorry, i thought you took your drink and left and I didn’t bother to check the name on the cup” you said shyly.

He took the drink placed on the table and turned it around before sipping it.

“No worries. Y/N” he said. He knew you?

“Um… Do I know you” you said confused.

“If that was a pick up line… You could do much better” he chuckled.

“Ahh.. not that. Its just you knew my name and I’m not much of a social person is all” you laughed as crismon stains your cheeks. You weren’t sure if you said that out of confusion or admiration and wanting to keep talking to him.

“The cup says your name” was all he said before giving you a smile.

“Right! Sorry again” you said,

“No problem at all” he said, before you left the cafe and continued to your class.

You were on your way home after that incident and you were smiling like a fool. At least we go to the same university, we’ll probably meet again, you thought. You didn’t know that this was not the only unexpected thing to happen today because as you turned the lock of your home open, you were met with a naked man.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed after taking in the scene right infront of you.

He wasn’t just one naked man, no he had what appears like cat ears and a fluffy long tail that you can mistake as your cat’s. You didn’t dare to look down and met his eyes, he was clearly as freaked out as you are, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. The more you looked into his eyes the more they resembled your cat’s that you stare hours in every night. You can never mistake any detail regarding your cat but this? This is insane!

“What are you doing in my house?!” You tried to be calm, not knowing how to deal with this situation. Was he a pervert with some strange kink, going to peoples homes and freaking them out like that?

“You’re home early” he said with a shrug, his voice sounding like the sweetest melody. When you fathomed what he just said you took a step back in shock. What the hell was that.

What?

“Who are you?!” You tried to stay calm and collected.

“Really Y/N? You can’t tell how your cat looks like?”

What?

“Thank God you found out this way, I was getting tired of having to stay in that stupid cat form and eat out the small bowl you would put my food in” he said annoyed.

This is not your cat. The man in front of you is definetly someone mental.

“If you think I’m gonna believe this then your out of your fucking mind” you retaliated.

He moved forward towards you before he shut the door forcefully and pinning you on it. He smirked before saying

“I can make you believe me”

He took your hand and placed them on the familar ears, they felt and looked just like your cat’s. You couldn’t help but rub them and the man in front of you leant towards your hand and purred.

You couldnt deny the fact that this pretty much is your actual cat in human form. All the memories of appearing naked and changing clothes in front of him rushed in your mind. You smacked your self mentally and stayed away from Jungkook. Yeah that was the name you had given your cat that you’d usually call Kookie.

“Why are you running away from me now?”, he said confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re human” you ignored him.

“Because im not” he said as if it was obvious.

“You know what I mean. You’re a hybrid, same thing” you said sighing.

“Because like you are now, you’ll distance yourself from me” he looked down, all the smug that was on it disappeared. You sighed again, you’d never leave your cat. He was your life and you’ve even wished that he could talk to you. Your wishes had come true.

“Kookie” you said before making your way to him, his ears perked up and so did his head in attempt to look at you.

“I’d never leave you. You know that” you said as you took your fingers to push through his ears like you always do. He purred again and placed his arms around your waist while he rubbed his head into your chest.

“I-I always wanted to do this… have you between my arms instead of the usual way around” he said and you smiled.

“I do feel weird about it, but I could get used to it” you smiled.


A/N: I want to make this into a series but I wasn’t sure how many people would want that. If you do, don’t hesitate to submit a request!

She’s Just Not That Into You » Part VI (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the previous parts? Part One » Part Two » Part Three » Part Four » Part Five

Check out the inspiration behind Harry’s home here! The amazing @graceak​ made a phenomenal playlist to go along with Harry’s story, and I could not recommend it more. You can find that here!

As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained​. I hope Part VI mends everything Part V managed to break, my love! And, once again, thank you all for your continued support. I am over the moon about the response this story has gotten, as I’m unworthy of all of your love. (That doesn’t mean I won’t take it, though!)

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

Originally posted by chicandproper

“But it’s like…” Harry stops and starts again. “I met with Carly, her replacement, and she’s nice enough. So nice. Lovely girl, really. But every time I talk with her about the plans, I jus…I can’t smile. I can’t get excited about it. ‘m not supposed t’ be talkin’ with Carly about them. She’s not the one who made ‘em. She’s not the one who…well, y’know.”

“If I’m being honest,” Gemma sighs on the other end of the phone, “I would’ve done the same thing, had I been put in that situation.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “I would’ve, too. And I wouldn’t’ve been as nice.”

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The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Seven- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Seven

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,009
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.


Originally posted by frozen-delight

SERIES MASTERLIST

I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel


You groaned as you awoke the next morning- you and Dean were a tangle of limbs.  He had you smashed to the edge of the bed with one heavy leg slung over your hip.  His arms were interlocked around your upper shoulder.  Basically, you were trapped under The Mr. Sex God.

“Ughhhhhhh.”  You groaned as you tried to move, but your head simply bobbed back against your pillow.  “Jesus.  He sleeps like the dead.”  You grumbled as you finally accepted your fate.

You glanced over to the side table when you heard your phone buzzing.  Trying desperately to reach out, you found that your reach fell just short of being able to get to the phone. Your eyes narrowed when Dean began to snore softly in your ear.  You turned to look at him with malice as his snoring grew louder. This was going to be the longest morning of your life.  

“DEAN!” You hissed as you shook his arm.  “DEAN! WAKE UP!”  

Dean groaned a little in his sleep but didn’t budge.  Sighing in frustration, you began to try to wiggle out of your prison.  You managed to get one arm free and used it to prop yourself up.  Your phone was still buzzing, and you had to figure, it was your friend calling.  You had said you would be half-way back to Virginia by now.  Finally freeing your other arm, you crawled upwards and Dean’s arms ended up around your waist.  You rolled your eyes when he never even flinched.  


You grabbed your phone and took note that it said you had ten missed calls.  You cringed as you saw the text messages from Charlotte.  She was now threatening to send in the brigade if you didn’t answer her.  You chuckled to yourself and pushed the call button.  It didn’t even get to two rings before Charlotte was barking at you on the other line.


“Where the hell are you?!”  She screeched. “I was about to send everyone we know to look for you!!!”

“I’m sorry Char. We are still at the motel in Kentucky.” You answered meekly.

You pulled the phone away from your ear as she began to berate you for not calling her.  You took it all in stride- being a hunter meant having people worry about you continously.  You were surprised when Dean began to stir awake, but then again Charlotte’s voice was enough to wake the dead.

“What’s going on?”  You heard Dean groan loudly.  

His voice caused Charlotte to stop mid-sentence and let out an unholy squeal.  Your eyes widen when you figured out what was about to come out of her mouth.


“DID YOU GET LAID?”  She screamed happily.   You could feel her jumping for joy on the other end of the phone.  

“Char!”  You  chastised her. “That’s not funny!  You know I’m with Dean Winchester.”

“Ummm.  That’s even fucking better!  That man looks like he can fuck!”  Charlotte mused as  


you cringed at her words and then cringed even harder when Dean started laughing.  You wanted to go crawl in a hole and die somewhere.  

“And then there’s that little crush that you’ve had on him for like the last five years…”  Charlotte let slip.   Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head at this revelation.   When the hell had you ever said that?!

“Charlotte Greene!  Don’t make up lies to embarrass me!” You hissed into the phone.  You went to turn it off speaker but a hand came up to stop you.  Your eyes wandered to Dean and he was looking at you with extreme interest.  Dear Lord in Heaven, could someone just kill you: Now!


“Pssshhhhhhh.  I’m not lying.  You’ve got it bad for that man.”  Charlotte chittered.  “You’re always talking about how good he looks when you’re drunk.  How’d you like him to…”  

“OKAY.  THANKS FOR THAT.  I’ll call you later Char.”  You hissed as your face turned a cherry tomato color.  She simply answered you with a devilish giggle before saying her goodbyes.   You buried your face in the pillow not wanting to face the consequences of that conversation.

“Oh Y/N….”  You heard Dean say in an almost mocking tone.  You groaned and tried to curl into a ball.  Dean snacthed you and pulled you into him.  You made that mouse squeak sound that you always made when you were nervous as you were once again trapped in his arms.  Dean’s strong embrace calmed your embarrassment, but you still wished the earth would swallow you whole.

“Don’t worry sweetheart.  I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, too.  I’ve just been too stupid or afraid to admit it.”  You heard him say as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck.  You shivered at the touch and bit your lower lip.  Your denial had been strong for years, but your lips were always lose when you were shitfaced.  You never let yourself get that drunk around anyone but Char.  You trusted that girl with your life and you would never lie to her.  Even when you were drunk.

“Dean.  I guess I should tell you something.”  You murmured as your hand gripped one of his arms.  “I think I do like you. I think I would sleep with you….  But, I’m afraid.”  You whispered.

“Oh sweetheart, there’s nothing to be afraid of.  I want to take you places that no other man ever has or will take you.”  He groaned as he pressed himself closer to you.  You could feel his erection pressed against your thigh.  You swallowed hard and flinched away from his embrace.  It wasn’t that you were afraid of sex- you were afraid of losing him.  Just like you lost Jacob.


“It’s not that.  I’m not afraid of sex. I mean I have no idea what to do…  But….  That’s not why I’m afraid.  I’m afraid that we’re going to fall in love.”  As the words left, you felt the thickness in your throat.

“Me too, sweetheart.  Me too.  But that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”  Dean said as he pressed his lips to your forehead.    Those words broke all the resolve that you had.  All the years of built up emotions came pouring out of you in a swift river.  The sob that ran through you made you cling to Dean like he might disappear.  These feelings were too much for you.

“Dean.  Please just promise me.  If this doesn’t work out.  That we will still be friends.  I need you.  I need you and Sammy in my life.”  You murmured as you pressed your face into his bare chest.  

“Like I told you before Y/N.  You will never lose me.”  


You nodded slowly before bringing your lips up to brush over his.  You were almost completely a virgin to kissing as well.  You had only ever kissed one other guy and that had been almost eleven years ago.  Dean groaned at the contact and snapped his hips forward.  His throbbing erection brushed along your leg and he grunted at the slightest contact.  You smirked a little wanting to give Dean a little preview of what was to come.  

Your hand gently slipped between his thighs as you caught his clothed erection in your hand.  So maybe you weren’t completely a virgin.  You had watched that porn that one time.  Though you supposed that wasn’t the best comparison to real life.  You shook your head and swallowed back the fear.   Being afraid got you nowhere.  Slipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you gently slipped them down his legs.  Dean couldn’t control the the volume of his moans as he awaited your touch.  

Your breath hitched in your throat as you sat up.  Dean’s cock bounced free and stood rigidly at attention.  Blushing scarlet, you moved to touch him but the anxiety that moved like a knife through you was too much.  Bouncing up and off of the bed, you nearly fell on your face.  

“I-I-I can’t…”  You mumbled as you brought your hands up to cover your eyes.  You felt incredibly embarrassed you had even tired.  “Sorry.  I’m so sorry.”  


The bed groaned under Dean’s weight as he stood up to hug you.  You blanched when you felt his erection press into your stomach as it was trapped between the two of you.  

“Don’t apologize sweetheart.  We can take this as slow as you need.” He said as he pressed you closer to him.  You nodded slowly and kept your eye gaze upwards.  If you looked down you felt like you might die of embarrassment.

“Ummm..  Dean.  Do you think you can put your boxers back on… Please?  I would like to be able to look at you and not that water stain on the ceiling.”   You squeaked when you felt Dean shifting slightly in order to get some friction.  He groaned half in agony and half in compliance.  Waiting for you was worth it, but damn he needed to jerk off again.  He wasn’t sure if anyone had died from having an erection for too long, but he wasn’t about to find out.

“OK, baby girl.  Why don’t you go to your room and get ready?  I’ll take you out for lunch….  Just give me twenty minutes of alone time and I’ll be good to go.”  He said with a wince.  You had bounced forward on your tiptoes and your breast had brushed his chest.   

You blushed again when the thought of staying and watching crossed your mind.  Though, you quickly dismissed it- the thought making you queasy.  You didn’t begin to know how you were going to actually sleep with Dean.   Now that you had sort of worked through your feelings, you were still left feeling insecure and bashful.  He had been with a lot of women and you had only kissed two men.  Your experience was obviously lacking, but it was your confidence you were most concerned with.  How could you expect him to want to sleep with a quivering pile of nerves?  

Slipping next door, you made your way to the shower in order to get ready for the day.  You stopped dead in your tracks when the ringing groans from the too thin walls caught your ears.  Dean’s moans of your name cut straight through to you.  

“FUCK!” You groaned as you quickly turned on the water in hopes that it would drown out the dirty thoughts.  Stripping off your clothes, you allowed the scalding water to take you away from your thoughts of Dean.  At least your lewd ones.

A smile played on your lips as your replayed the last few days.  The relief you felt was immense and overwhelmingly beautiful.    You could finally admit it to yourself and the world.  


You had feelings for Dean Winchester.

Once you were out of the shower, you grabbed your rummaged through your bag.  Bringing out the trusty flannel and leggings combo, you quickly got dressed before running a brush through your hair.  You onced yourself over in the mirror before shrugging.  Dean had seen you hungover and half-dead before so this was actually an improvement.  You laughed to yourself when a knock came from the adjoining door to the rooms.  

“You can come in, Dean.”  You called as you pushed your hair out of your face.  He walked in with a beaming smile on his face.  He gave you a loving  look and you shifted from side to side to calm your nerves. The man was going to make you a nervous wreck if he kept looking at you like that. 

 The look like no one else existed but you.   You reached and scratched your head.  That nervous tick left over from childhood.   Dean closed the space between you and gently grabbed your hand.  Placing a kiss on the top of your hand before making your heart squeeze in your chest once again.

“So…  Where does my girl want to go for lunch?”  

You smiled brilliantly at his words.   They came as no shock this time, but as a welcomed term of endearment.

That was right…  You were his girl.


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Multiverse Lovers - Part Seven (Finale) - Dylan O’Brien

Title: The Revelations of Los Angeles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 15,465

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected Sex, Oral (both receiving), Fingering, Mutual Masturbation, Boob job, Shower Sex (kind of), Couch Sex, Table Sex, Cowgirl, Really Romantic Sex, Sassy Dylan, Science (in case you don’t like science, you heathens), Making out with Dylan

Notes: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. I’M CRYING OK? This has seriously become my favorite thing to write and I’m sad to see it end. I’ve had ideas of doing bonus chapters for characters I didn’t cover, so if you wish to see any of those, let me know. Additionally, if you get confused by the explanation in this, let me know. I will explain further. A HUGE THANKS FOR MY FAVORITEST @thelittlestkitsune for proofreading for me because I am dying internally and giving me a few suggestions to make this extra perfect for everyone. 

Part Six | Part Seven

The rays of the sun peeking over the horizon pierced the backs of your eyelids, your instant reaction being to squeeze them tighter shut. You hugged the blanket around you closer, your body chilled to the bone despite the heat that was growing in the air around you. The chirps of birds in the trees around you filled your ears, the sing-song ringing vibrantly in your eardrums. The last thing you wanted was to wake up from your dreamless sleep, afraid to know what had happened this time.

The ache in your limbs from being curled into a ball finally got the best of you, the need to stretch overwhelming. Your hand ran through your mess of hair as your stretched out, bones cracking loudly. When you finally forced your eyes open to stare at the cloudless sky and the surroundings you were in, a frown etched on your skin.

You were wearing the old baggy Star Wars shirt you had fallen asleep in, the familiar faded font on the front showing clearly. Your fuzzy shorts had ridden up in your sleep to create the most massive wedgie you ever had. Your back was sore from your unorthodox sleep arrangements and you were sure there were marks from the roof embedded into your skin. Your hair was disheveled, sticking up in various directions and in desperate need of being washed. The blanket twisted around your limbs, your feet poking out the bottom.

Sighing loudly, you covered your face with your hands to shield the tears that threatened to fall. It was selfish but you couldn’t help the seed of dread that was blooming inside you. After everything that had happened, you couldn’t help the sadness that flooded over you, two simple words slipping off your tongue in a low mumble.

“I’m home…”

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