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Throwin’ the Bones

Of the divinatory techniques with which I am familiar, bones are my personal favorite. Yes, they have that very witchy vibe – but it’s more than that; the bones are honest. They don’t sugar coat, and while they have to be interpreted, once you know how to read them – there’s little room for interpretation. They are very direct and are much better suited to answering yes or no questions than tarot. With a little imaginative methodology, there few questions the bones can’t answer. And even fewer they won’t answer (as tarot cards can be known to do). A few examples of things I think the bones are better at answering than tarot: questions involving time, questions regarding health, sickness and maledictions; they present a broader grasp to any given situation – incorporating things outside of the question presented and how these things relate to the question or the reading, showing the interconnectedness of life – and how these things all relate back.

Our countless cultures have countless methods for collecting and reading the Bones – and I can only rightly attest to my own methodology: one in which the Bones need not necessarily consist solely of bones, but a collection of gathered trinkets and curios, all with their own meaning, their own story and their own energy. My collection consists of: bones (bare and painted), coins, stones, shells, jewelry, twigs, buttons, animal teeth and other squabbles. The only rule I implement is that the item can be easily gathered and (safely) tossed without breakage or injury (save your razor-blades and glass shards for witches’ bottles!).

Collecting the Bones and Bobbles

Most any small bones will do, though its recommended that you use bones that haven’t been cooked, as cooked bones have a tendency to get very brittle – especially in the case of chicken, which is quite common. In my collection I have a number of different animal bones: most are chicken, but I also have some raccoon and possum bones, as well as teeth and claws. I built a “base” of bones, but am continuously adding or replacing as I see fit.

A short list of “Bones” I like to include – most of which serve as my “base” bones:

  • Self Bone – used for the reader
  • Other Bone – used to represent another person or the person you are reading
  • Magic Bone – represents the need for or use of magic
  • “Evil” Bone – malicious or hateful acts, disadvantageous behavior
  • Love Bone – represents romantic love
  • Male Bone – represents male fertility, masculinity, sexuality or a man
  • Female Bone – represents female fertility, femininity, sexuality or a woman
  • Health Bone – represents physical or mental health
  • Wealth Bone – represents financial standing or monetary issues
  • Family Bone – represents familial connections or a family member
  • Fate Bone – represents destiny and your lifepath (I use a shell for this: open side up means an event can be altered, destiny is not set in stone; open side down, this path must be walked – prepare in lieu of fighting)
  • “Key” Bone – (I actually use a small key) which represents the key to any given situation, the remedy or problem at hand and its cause

This list is by no means comprehensive and I have many more bones in my collection with more menial meanings. This is simply a small list of options to be added to and adapted by whosoever casts the bones.


Reading the Bones

There is no right or wrong way to read the bones, there is simply your way and their way. Below I will dictate how it is that I do a general reading – again, this is just an example of one way, take and adapt to fit your own unique style or tradition!

  1. Begin by collecting your bones into your hand. I keep mine in a leather pouch, but don’t like to toss them directly from the bag as it doesn’t allow for much control – i.e. the bones fall out either in a massive, unreadable pile or they fly out in such a scattered way nothing is close enough to read. Throwing them from the hand allows for a rather contained casting, and one that can be read easily. I do not include the Self or Other bone, instead, the Self Bone is placed before the caster and the Other Bones is placed either in front of the person you’re reading for or simply in the middle of the casting area. When reading for yourself, place the Self Bone in the center and discard the Other Bone.
  2. Throw the Bones. This can be done on a square of cloth on which a circle (or any number of complex shapes) has been drawn or simply upon a flat table. If throwing in a circle, discard all bones that fall outside of it. These bones are null for the reading, though they can also be read as “far from the person’s mind/current situation.”
  3. Interpret the Bones. This is done by noting the location and connection of the bones present. For instance, note the Love Bones proximity to the Other Bones and the Male Bone. This could be interpreted as being the male love of the querent – but if the “Evil” bones is introduced, this could symbol ulterior motives or a hostile or explosive relationship. Read based on both their proximity to the Other Bone – the closer, the higher priority the matter is – and their relation to one another. It’s very much like investigating a big puzzle, putting it together piece by piece to form a comprehensive understanding of their life or situation. Also not their relation based on the third dimension: x bone seems to be overlapping y bone – is the x issue eclipsing an underlying problem or truth represented by y? It depends. Only through practice will you find clarity.
  4. Convey the message. I always like to spend a few moments making a variety of “hmm” noises when reading for others – it builds up their anticipation. Or you can throw in the occasional gasp or snarky smirk. Their responses are usually hilarious – even more so when yours are genuine! If you are reading on your own, it may be a good idea to sketch out a general map of the readings as opposed to taking a picture as often bones overlie others, which makes for a rather misleading photo representation. You might also find jotting down notes rewarding, especially in synthesizing a cohesive read.
  5. Once you’ve garnered all the information you can from that particular toss, feel free to specify: take the bone/situation you wish to examine and toss the rest again over it/them, reading the others through that particular lens. I.E. Who is this person mentioned? What are their qualities? What is the nature of this love? What magic is being referenced here? Follow that rabbit hole as far as you wish, building your understanding.

Do not be afraid to adjust your style! Want to narrow down a time frame? Make a sort of timeline with the bones. Wish to determine the source of an ailment? Shape the bones into the form of a body. I find the bones allow for far more creativity and ingenuity than cards. And above all – TRUST YOUR GUT.


Photos: These are photos of my “base” bones when I first started reading; since then they have probably doubled (if not tripled) in number and do not incorporate my other animal bones, claws or teeth. 

Glowing Love

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

So, the reason this was written before my next “In Training” fic, is because I was pondering ideas with @i-kneel-for-king-loki and we both have a fantasy that’s been lying around in our minds for YEARS. So, I decided, “Hey, why don’t I make our dreams come true and write this fantasy up and make it come to life?” And well.. Tada! 

Original Fantasy: Making love with Jeff Hardy while being covered in glow paint like his is in his old entrance. 

Description: Jeff Hardy and his friend are playing around with glow paint and things turn sexual when the painting becomes a bit more intimate than they thought it would. Jeff reveals his feelings for her, because she’s artistic and outgoing just like he is, which causes him to feel drawn to her. 

Rating: Mature 

Category: Fluffy, Passionate Smut

Warnings: Smutty Goodness. 

Notes: Minimal help with editing and beta reading by the very lovely partner of mine, @imagines–assemble. Love you sis! 

Enjoy! 


Matt arched a brow as he walked into his brother’s art studio that he had in his home. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he saw Jeff with their friend, Y/n. 


The older Hardy knew that this was a day that Jeff wouldn’t keep quiet about. The day in question, was the day that Jeff finally had free time to invite you over to his place. You were to explore the many wonders of glow paint, because you’d told Jeff how much you loved when he used to come out in his entrance with glow paint. 


Matt continued to watch as Jeff was setting out the different colored paints. Granted, the room was pitch dark, but it was lit up with black lights to make the paint have the best look. He chuckled when you’d snuck up on Jeff and put a handprint of the green glow paint on Jeff’s side, adding color to the younger Hardy’s Retro Hardy tee that he’d cut into a tank top.


Jeff looked at the small hand print as it was glowing neon green. “Oh you’re in for it now, darlin’.” He grinned. 


Your eyes widened and you squealed, trying to get away from him. You didn’t get far though as you felt your tattooed friend pick you up with ease and smear neon pink paint all along the sides of the Reborn By Fate tank top you were wearing.  


Matt chuckled. “The hell are you two doin’? I thought you were painting.” He shook his head as he gestured to your bodies. 


Jeff smirked at his older brother. “Oh we are. We’re just painting-” He was interrupted as you’d thrown some of the yellow paint at him and it made a splat on the side of his face, so he’d paused in his reply to his brother. He was brought back when he heard your giggles. “-each other…” He mumbled and glanced over at you. 


Matt nodded. “Right…Well, don’t go killin’ each other.” He waved and left the studio, shutting the door behind him as he left you two alone.

The enigma crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright, alright. Yeah, you’re being cute, but-” He was cut off again, only this time, he was actually facing you, so when you flicked paint at him, it splattered on his face. He closed his eyes and then opened them to look at you. “That does it! C’mere you!” He lunged for you. 


You screamed and ran to escape his grasp. “No! Jeff! I-I’m sorry!” You yelped as you were suddenly met with your own face getting splattered with paint. You pouted and crossed your arms as if you were having a tantrum. “So not cool…” You grumbled. You couldn’t remain angry or upset though when you heard Jeff’s outburst of laughter from across the room.

“You’re lucky that I love you so much as a friend, Hardy.” You smirked and licked your lips.

Jeff grinned. “Oh yeah?” He leaned down and got some neon purple paint as he managed to sneak up behind you. You weren’t paying attention and he took advantage as he spanked you. The action left a purple handprint right on one of the cheeks of your denim shorts.

The sudden smack on your ass causing you to yelp and jump. Your eyes grew a bit wide as you walked over to one of the tall mirrors he kept in his studio. Peeking at your ass, you see a bright purple handprint on your left cheek. You couldn’t help but to flush bright red. 


Jeff couldn’t help but to laugh. ‘She’s got a pretty nice ass, considering what I felt when I smacked it.’ He thought to himself. His eyes grew wide when he saw you coming at him with the pink paint. “Noo, no no. Don’t even-!” He was silenced as you had ran over with a cup that you managed to grab that was lying around and splash it right on the front of his shirt, causing a drip effect down it.

You grinned triumphantly and crossed your arms over your chest, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. You squealed as he began walking towards you with the purple paint. “N-no! Let’s just paint like we planned, Jeffers!”

Jeff grinned devilishly. “That ship sailed when you splattered glow paint on my face, Y/n.” He grabbed you tightly and started to trail his fingers all over your sides and arms, tickling you. 


You screamed and bursted out in giggles as he tickled you. You grabbed onto his arms as you tried to keep your balance. You had almost fallen when you tripped over something, but Jeff had caught you. The only thing about the way Jeff had caught you, was.. Well, his hands were gripping your backside firmly, so now you had a pair of his handprints on the back of your shorts.

Jeff took a deep breath and bit his lip as he realized how close in proximity you two were. Your faces were only a few inches apart. He flushed lightly. “Guess I should’ve been more careful when ticklin’ you, darlin’.” He said softly.

You nodded slightly and bit your bottom lip shyly. “Y-Yeah…” You whispered. You felt butterflies swarming your stomach. The odd thing was, you weren’t sure why. Jeff called you ‘darlin’’ pretty often, but maybe the closeness also caused the sudden nerves to come up.

Jeff shook his head, firmly wrapping an arm around your lower back as he rose his free hand to your chin. Using his thumb to gently drag your bottom lip from your teeth, he gazed into your eyes deeply. “Y/n…You’re so beautiful, even covered in paint like this…” He spoke in a gentle tone.


You flushed deeply and gasped softly as you were rather surprised at his compliment. He’d never shown interest in you before…That you know of at least. “J-Jeff?” You said, barely audible.

The colorful enigma shook his head and smiled softly. “Shh…I-I have to tell you…” He paused as he took a deep breath to get the courage to flow inside him. “Y/n, I-I love you…”

You smiled softly. “I love you too, Jeff.” You were puzzled as to why he made it seem so important, but you soon got your answer.

Jeff chuckled and shook his head, using his hand to caress the side of your neck. “No, I mean…I love you…More than just a friend, Y/n…” He spoke a bit more shakily this time. He was terrified that he had the possibility of losing you because of the confession of his feelings for you.

You smiled brightly and reached a hand to his chest. “I love you too, Jeff…More than a-…” You spoke softly, but then you were interrupted by Jeff’s lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss that took your breath away.


Jeff’s heart leaped in his chest. His heart telling him to just fucking kiss you already, which is why he interrupted you. The arm wrapped around your lower back pulled you even closer so your bodies were pressed together. His hand caressing the side of your neck, making the kiss deeper as he kissed you as if you were the one supplying his oxygen and he’d die without your lips.

He used his thumb to stroke your cheek lovingly, gently breaking the kiss, panting softly to get fresh air into his lungs. Jeff leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he continued to stroke your cheek. “You’re so amazing, Y/n…You’re artistic, beautiful, creative…No way in hell are you boring…You’re…You’re just perfect to me, darlin’…” He whispered.

You couldn’t help how deep red you flushed as you gazed into his eyes. You were left speechless. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You had reduced to a puddle under his gaze, and you had no idea how to get back to your normal self. Instead of speaking, you took to your actions. Grabbing him with both your hands, you grasped the sides of his neck and pulling him in for a desperate kiss.

Jeff’s eyes widened briefly, he wasn’t used to you being this forward with him. Slowly closing his eyes as he returned the kiss. He bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. Grunting as he felt himself getting excited and aroused, forcing himself to break the kiss. “I-I’m not sure if I can control myself…” He whispered. 


You bit your lip and nodded, breaking away from him, to his and your own disappointment. You walked over and grabbed the supply of the purple and green glow paint and made your way back to him.

Jeff tilted his head in confusion. He was aware that you both shared the same favorite colors, which were obviously purple and green. However, that still didn’t explain this gesture.

You saw the confusion dancing across Jeff’s features and smirked. Reaching for him after you set the paints down, you tugged his tank top off and tossed it aside. Afterwards, you leaned down and dipped your hands in the paint, one in green, the other in purple. Walking up close to him, you placed your hands on his chest, splayed out to leave your handprints clearly. As you did that, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, earning a soft groan from the enigma. 


Jeff gently broke the kiss and dipped his own hands in the paint like you did. He placed his hands over your breasts through the tank top you had on, only to pull them back. He removed your shirt, tossing it aside, and then quickly getting more paint, grasping your ass cheeks firmly through the denim of your shorts. The action causing him to pull you flush to his body, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, keeping a firm grasp on you.

You gasped softly, moaning faintly into the kiss, only to have your sounds swallowed by your friend. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It seemed too surreal, especially when you’d actually had a dream involving Jeff and his glow paint.

Jeff slowly walked you towards the wall, pressing you against the wall, his hips pinning you there as his hands kneaded at your cheeks. Gently breaking the kiss again, he smiled confidently and chuckled softly when he heard a whimper escape you. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…Gotta make sure we get enough air, right?”

You giggled softly and nodded, biting your lip.

Jeff let a small growl escape him as he saw you biting your lip. “God…You have no Idea what that does to me, sweetheart…” He whispered and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Biting his own lip, he dipped his hands in the purple glow paint this time, getting behind you and pressing himself against you from behind. Both hands reached and grabbed your breasts, kneading them gently. Jeff earned himself the most beautiful moans from you. As he did this, he began to roll his hips, grinding himself against you from behind. 


You gasped and laid your head back. “Hahh…J-Jeff…Mmnh.. P-please…” You whimpered as you placed your own hands over his as you grinded together.

The enigma grinned triumphantly as he heard your pleas. He leaned down and nibbled at your earlobe, whispering. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…I’d never leave you hangin’.”


You nodded and purred softly as he moved from your earlobe, trailing kisses down to your neck. The glow paint there smeared on his luscious lips as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. He began to suckle on a specific spot, determined to leave his mark on you. 


Jeff groaned as he felt your plump ass grinding and wiggling back against him. He broke away from you and panted softly. “Fuck…I need to see the body I’ve fantasized about for years…I can’t wait any longer, Y/n.”

You nodded and reached down, undoing your shorts and slowly bending over to push them down your legs, revealing a dark purple thong.

Jeff groaned and licked his lips. “Fuckin’ little minx…You know what that color does to me…” He grinned and made quick strides to you, picking you up and grasping your cheeks firmly. “I knew you had a nice ass, baby girl…” He murmured and frowned when you decided to jump down from his arms.

You giggled and licked your lips. Getting down on your knees in front of him, you unbuckled his belt and undid the jeans he had on. Tugging them down roughly, you giggled as you noticed he had on boxers that matched your lingerie. Smirking, you gazed up at him. “And I’m the tease, huh?” You tilted your head in question.

Jeff chuckled and shrugged. “You know very well by now, Y/n that purple is my top color.” He grinned. “Besides, you had matching lingerie, so you’re-…O-oh fuck…” He trailed off when he felt your small hand rubbing his member methodically through his boxers.

You smiled softly, biting your lip. “Mmn…I can’t wait to see this, Jeff…As many times as I’ve dreamt of your lips against mine… I’ve also had wet dreams of your size…”

Jeff grunted and thrusted his bulge into your palm. “Y-Yeah? I hope I don’t disappoint you, baby girl…”

You bit your lip as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, sliding your fingertips under the waistband and tugging them down. You blushed deeply when his cock bobbed out and whimpered softly. With a shaky hand, you wrapped your fingers around his girth and slowly began to stroke his length, gazing up at him with innocent eyes. 


Jeff bit his lip hard. “Fuck…” He breathed out and tilted his head as he gazed down into your eyes. “Even just your hand feels good, baby…I can’t wait until I get to feel more.” He grunted and began to thrust his hips, thrusting against your strokes. “Mmn…” He took a deep, shaky breath and tilted his head back.

You began to focus on his cock now, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. Licking your lips as you saw the beading pre cum starting to form at the slit of the head. You leaned forward and gave it it a brief kitten lick, earning a soft groan of approval from the beautiful man.

Jeff watched you as he leaned back on the wall before reaching to pull your hair back in a makeshift ponytail, getting the glow paint in your hair as well. “Now, you don’t have to do th-…” He gasped and bit his lip hard, panting as he watched you take his cock into your hot, wet cavern slowly, inch by inch. “F-Fuck…Y/n…Th-that’s it, baby girl…” He kept his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he heard you gag softly. “D-don’t force yourself to take it all if you can’t, baby.” He said softly, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair back to reach down and stroke your cheek.

You nodded in response as you had most of his length in your mouth. Moaning softly around him as you realized his cock was pulsing in your mouth.

Jeff licked his dry lips, panting softly. “L-look at me, baby girl…I need to be sure I’m not fuckin’ dreamin’. I need to see those beautiful eyes…”

You gazed up at him with soft eyes as you used your tongue to swirl around his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked on him like a lollipop.

The younger Hardy gasped and groaned rather loudly. “Oh fuck…S-such a good girl… Mmn…” He licked his lips again and panted softly. He realized how vulnerable he was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

You noticed Jeff was distracted as he was in his own personal throes of bliss. Taking advantage of this brief moment, you began to relax your throat, accepting more and more of his length, gagging softly as the head of his cock finally hit the back of your throat.

Jeff gasped loudly. “Fuck! B-baby girl…D-did you just…fucking hell…” He groaned and tilted his head back as he began thrusting his hips slowly, face fucking you. He bit his lip harder as he looked back down at the beautiful woman accepting his cock into her hot little mouth. “S-such a good girl…Look at you…Taking my cock so beautifully…God, you look beautiful, Y/n…” 


You whimpered softly and reached a hand down, sliding your hand down between your legs. Moving your thong aside, you began to stroke your fingers along your already soaked lower lips. Moaning softly around his girth.

Jeff gasped, having felt the vibrations of your moans around him, catching his attention. Gazing down at you as you bobbed your head, he noticed you were touching yourself. Being a gentleman, he couldn’t handle the fact that you were helping him get off, but he wasn’t helping you. He growled, causing you to pull your mouth from his cock, licking your lips as you gazed up at him.

“Everything alright? D-Did I do someth-” You were cut off as he hefted you up and carried you over to the draft table he had, laying you down on it. His lips were pressed to yours as his paint covered hands massaged and kneaded your breasts. You arched your back and moaned softly, the kiss breaking, which made him travel kisses along the column of your neck.

Jeff pressed kisses all along your throat and chest before reaching your breasts. He continued to knead them in his hands as he mouthed kisses over the top of your breasts. He panted softly as he began kissing down your stomach, trailing his paint covered fingers along the soft flesh, leaving finger trails of the glow paint, mostly the purple glow paint.

You bit your lip as you propped up on your elbows to gaze down at him as you watched him admire and worship your body. It made you feel so wonderful.

The younger Hardy looked up at you, having reached your legs as he knelt down, spreading your legs as he massaged your outer thighs, meanwhile, he trailed tender kisses along the insides of each thigh. “How’d I get so lucky to even have a friend like you, Y/n? It puzzles me…You’ve been there with me through all of it. Even when I was struggling, never once did you look down on me or leave my side…” He whispered softly as he felt tears brimming his eyes.

You sat up slowly and briefly kissed him. “I’d never give up on you, my colorful enigma…You mean so much to me, I wish words could help me in explaining it, but they can’t…” You whispered softly as you caressed his face in your small palms. 


Jeff smiled lovingly as he gazed at you. Grabbing your wrist gently, he turned his head to kiss your palm. “I know, that’s why I need to show you how much everything that you’ve ever done for me…means to me.” He leaned in, his head between your thighs now as he moved the fabric of your thong aside, licking a long, slow trail up your slit.

You gasped loudly and laid back down, your back against the draft table again as you propped up on your elbows again. You’d be damned if you didn’t see him as he went down on you.

Holy shit…” He spoke breathily and licked his lips as he savored your essence. “I’m positive that I just found an addiction I’d be proud of…” He grinned as he looked up at you.

You giggled softly, biting your fingernail shyly and lifting a leg to go over his shoulder. “Mmn…Yeah? Maybe you should get another taste before you decide, handsome.” You said softly.

Jeff smirked and licked his lips hungrily, looking between your legs as he practically dived in. He kissed your lower set of lips and hungrily delved his tongue in deeply as he devoured your dripping cunt. He continued his ministrations with his devilish, yet wonderful tongue.

The enigma certainly could work you into a frenzy with the wet muscle of his deep inside your pussy. He smiled against your lips as he watched you arch your back in pleasure. Reaching his hand to splay out on your lower abdomen, he used his thumb to reach above where his lips were hungrily feasting on you, rubbing furious circles over your sensitive clit.

You cried out as Jeff ate you out. “Ah! J-Jeff!” Whimpering as you began to breathe heavily, you watched him keep his concentration solely on pleasuring you with everything he had in him. Reaching a hand down as he had both of your legs over his shoulders, you tangled your fingers in his hair, the action causing streaks of paint to coat his locks. Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, rubbing it softly as you watched him.

Jeff gazed up into your eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes shimmering as he enjoyed every drop of your juices. He was relentless with his tongue as he feasted on you and slurped up any sign of juices that showed. It was as if he was a man dying of thirst and starving for you. 


Feeling you gripping his hair firmly and tugging on it roughly as he noticed you squirming, he knew you had to be close to an orgasm. He was aching to taste those juices that he’d been the reason for. Moving his hands to grip the outsides of your thighs firmly, he dug the blunt of his fingernails into your soft flesh. Delving his tongue in as deep as he possibly could, Jeff even used his nose to nudge against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Crying out as the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had washed over your body, leaving you a panting, moaning mess. “J-Jeff!” Whimpering as Jeff made damn sure that he didn’t miss a single drop of your juices.

Jeff smirked and eagerly licked up any juices that were dripping from you. He growled deeply and pulled away from your cunt, licking his lips happily. Closing his eyes as he savored the sweetness of your essence.

Fuck…I’ll never get enough of that to quench my thirst for you, darlin’…And, I can honestly say that I’m proud to have an addiction to you…” He murmured and picked you up, lying you on the floor. Having a tarp laid out so the floor wouldn’t get paint on it, he shoved his boxers off and tossed them aside. Quickly getting on his knees to tug your thong off and tossing it aside as well. He was just way too eager to be inside of you.

The rainbow haired warrior was just terrified that this was an all too vivid dream and that he’d wake up without you there. He bit his lip as he let his paint covered hands roam along the curves and dips of your beautiful, paint covered body. He felt as if he was admiring the most beautiful piece of artwork he’d ever laid his eyes on.

Biting your lip, you gazed up at him, feeling shivers go up your spine at his gentle touch, causing you to whimper softly. You realized the gaze of his eyes roaming your body and flushed deeply, feeling self conscious of your body now. However, looking at his eyes, you noticed his hazel eyes glimmering with admiration and awe as he took in every inch of your body. He’d seen your body before when you painted together, having your shirt ride up or something. But he also knew about the scars you had. You shivered as you felt him trace his fingers over any scars that you had, and feeling as his fingers ran along every curve and contour of your flesh.

Jeff took a deep breath and finally breathed out. “So beautiful…So gorgeous…” He was in a daze as he worshipped and admired your body. 


You blushed bright red and gazed up at him. “Jeff…As much as I’m loving your adoration over my body right now…I-I really need you, babe…” You said softly, being shy again.

Jeff bit his lip and nodded. “Right! S-Sorry about that, darlin’…” He chuckled softly and blushed lightly. Lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, he gently nudged your other leg to open up more for him. Biting his lip as he focused on his cock, Jeff held onto the base of his length before pressing the head to your cunt. Slowly, he began to slide in. Screwing his eyes shut, he gasped as he felt your tight heat accepting him inch by inch. “F-Fuuck…” He groaned and looked up at you, seeing you gasping and clawing at the tarp you were laid on, whimpering.

A-Ah! J-Jeff…s-so big!” You screwed your eyes shut and arched your back as you felt him slowly sliding in still. You were panting softly as you tried to relax.

Jeff noticed your struggle, panting softly himself as it took every ounce of him to reign in his control. He reached one hand up and gently placed his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb resting over your throat. Finally, he was seated inside you completely. Leaning down, gently pressing a loving kiss to your plump lips. “Shh… S’alright, baby girl…I’m all in now, but I need you to relax for me, alright?”

You slowly opened your eyes, licking your dried lips at the sight you were greeted with. Jeff’s beautiful eyes gazed at you with the utmost love and adoration, along with concern because of how you seemed uncomfortable. You nodded at him briefly and took a deep breath, managing to get yourself to relax for him. The slight pain eased away and turned into pleasure, causing a sudden moan to escape your lips.

Jeff grunted as he felt your body relax, feeling your walls open up just slightly for him. “Mmn…Fuck, such a good girl…Feels good, hm?” He chuckled softly when you nodded. “Yeah?” He bit his lip, slowly easing himself out, then thrusting back in, earning him a gasp and a small whisper of ‘fuck’ to fall from your lips. “My god, baby girl…You’re still so tight…Squeezing around my cock so beautifully…Feels so fuckin’ good, Y/n…” He spoke softly.

You whimpered and reached your hands to grasp at his waist firmly as he started to pick up a rhythm for his thrusts. You couldn’t help but already be close to another orgasm. Jeff’s voice alone was rather arousing, and the way it sounded as he was over you like this, just…Well, somehow it managed to sound even sexier. You dug your fingernails into his hips, panting, whimpering, and moaning for him as he continued to thrust. 


“Ah! G-gonna…” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Jeff shook his head. “Baby girl, look at me when you cum…I want…No, I need to see your face when you cum…” He watched as you opened your eyes and a cry of his name left your luscious lips, feeling as you came apart around his length for the first time. “Fuck…Such a gorgeous sight…” He said as he was in awe.

You bit your lip shyly, trying to catch your breath.

Jeff smiled softly, turning his head to gently press his lips against your ankle before moving your legs to wrap around his waist. “Fuck, I need to be closer to my girl…” He smirked when he saw you get flustered when he said that. Leaning down to hover right over you, pulling out and thrusting back in roughly, both of you gasping. “Mmn… Feels so good…You gonna be my girl, Y/n?” He asked softly as he was only inches from your face, waiting patiently for your answer.

You couldn’t believe that the Jeff Hardy, your best friend of many years, was asking you to be his. You felt tears brimming your eyes, caressing his face in your hands, nodding quickly. “O-Of course I’ll be your girl, Jeff…” You whispered softly, gazing into his eyes. Your own eyes were shining with unshed tears before you pulled him down into a deep, passion filled kiss.

Jeff moaned into the kiss as his heart began beating a bit faster. He gripped onto your hips tightly, driving himself home deep inside you. He never knew what feeling complete felt like until now. Even as you two made love, even in his favorite room of his house, you made him feel whole. He gently broke the kiss, panting softly. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl…I-I’m not sure I can last much longer…” He murmured, leaning in and going after your neck to mark you with love bites.

You whimpered softly, gasping as you felt yourself on the cusp of yet another orgasm. “J-Jeff…G-gonna cum again, babe…” You bit your lip hard.

Jeff held you close to him, your bodies pressed as close together as possible. “Cum with me, baby girl…Just let go for me… Fuck…Please…” He grunted as he moaned out your name, releasing his cum deep inside you when he felt your walls squeeze around his cock and you came undone with him. 


You panted heavily and held him close before pulling his face down. Firmly caressing his face in your hands, you pulled him into a deep, breathtaking kiss.

Jeff perked up when he heard the door open. 


“Hey Jeffro! I’m here to help you and Y/n with the-” He paused and grinned, seeing you two intertwined on the floor, covered in mostly purple and green glow paint. “Maybe it’s a good thing I was late.. You guys look like a couple of hormonal teenagers.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And how fitting that I see mostly purple and green glow paint!”

Jeff growled. “Oh shut it, Moore.”

You giggled and hid your face a bit.

Shannon laughed. “How was she, Hardy? Willing to share ‘er sometime?”

Jeff snarled. “Fuck off, Shan! She’s mine!”

Shannon grinned, knowing the protective nature he had over you was always there, but now it’d be much worse.

Jeff stood up, tossing his tank top and your shorts at you, looking around for your lingerie but having no luck.

Shannon grinned. “About time you two got together…” He murmured and perked up a brow when something caught his eye. He grinned devilishly. “Well, what have we here?” He chuckled and walked over, picking up your deep purple thong, whistling. “Damn…I’d love to see this on ya next time before Jeff rips it offa ya, darlin’. He winked at you. 

You hid your face in your hands and giggled, blushing furiously. 


Jeff grabbed his boxers and his jeans, tugging them on quickly, snarling as he took a step towards Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes widened when he noticed Jeff coming for him and shoved your thong in his pocket. “Well, this was fun!” He ran out the door as he cackled.

Jeff grunted and ran after Shannon. “Shannon, you fucker! Gimme back Y/n’s thong! I ain’t fuckin’ sharin’ her with you!”

You got up quickly and got dressed in your shorts and Jeff’s tank top, running out to catch up with them in the living room.

Shannon seemed cornered. “C'mon, man! Why worry about her thong when you have the fuckin’ gorgeous woman it belongs to all to yourself?”

Jeff snarled and dove for Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes grew wide again as he was speared to the floor roughly by Jeff. Both men landing with a loud thump.

Matt ran quickly from upstairs. “Oh, I see Shannon’s here. Jeff, why the hell did you tackle him?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to understand the situation.

Jeff sighed and held Shannon down. “He walked in on Y/n and I.”

Matt nodded. “Uh huh…I recall you inviting Moore over to paint with you and Y/n… Which brings me to my next question…Why are you and Y/n covered in the glow paint?”

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, shyly as you put your head down.

Jeff didn’t seem flustered of it at all. “Well… We kinda…Well…We did make love…” He cleared his throat and smiled shyly at his older brother. 


Matt nodded again. “I see, now that I know that…Go into detail to why we’re in this situation.”

Jeff looked at you and you simply shrugged, as if it would gross Matt out or make him uncomfortable, right? “Well, this fucker decided when we were getting dressed, that he wanted a memento, and took my girlfriend’s thong.”

Matt shook his head in disappointment. He put his forehead against his hand. “Fuck’s sake…Are you guys in fuckin’ high school again? Seriously! I feel deja vu, I’ve seen you guys do this shit before. Shannon, give Y/n’s thong back.”

Shannon grumbled and rolled his eyes, handing over the deep purple lingerie piece over to Jeff. “Not fair when he gets the fuckin’ girl it belongs to…” He grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing angrily.

Jeff got off of Shannon and smirked at you, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Y/n, I realize this isn’t considered your home, but you feel like home to me whenever you’re around…It does get lonely here, but when you’re here with me…I feel complete, and this house doesn’t feel so empty, it feels like a home that has a future set…what I’m trying to say is…Would you consider moving in with me?”

You bit your lip, mulling it over before you pulled him down, kissing Jeff passionately. “Of course I will…I practically live here already it feels like.” You smiled brightly. “Mind if I take take a shower, babe? As much as I enjoy being covered in paint, I need to feel clean again.”

Jeff chuckled and nodded, gently giving your ass a parting pat as you walked away to the bathroom.

Matt had long left the room when the fighting stopped.

Shannon got up and went to stand next to his close friend as he was watching you with adoration as you walked away. He leaned in and whispered to him. “How was she?”

Jeff shoved his heavily tattooed friend. “Shut up, asshole. But honestly? I can say I found myself an addiction that I’m proud to have. And that addiction…Is to her.” He smiled softly. 


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Clair(e)voyance

1:5

“He hated that I made more money than he did.  Hated it.  Every time someone asked me about being a doctor he would interject some embarrassing tidbit or take a crack at me.  People would laugh and the moment would be over.”

They were sitting on a park bench near Scotland Yard in Westminster Gardens. Claire had told him to leave after her admission that her visions always came to pass.  He’d angered her.  “I’m not him, Claire,” was all he could say.  She’d deflated then.  Pointed to a straight backed chair in the corner of the morgue, silently telling him to sit.  

So he sat.  Dossier on his lap.  Waiting.  

And when she was finished she grabbed her things, and left.  He trailed behind her like some love sick puppy, until they found themselves in this place.  It was a cool evening, and the sun was setting.  She’d stopped at a food truck, not bothering to ask him first for his preference, and bought them falafels. 

She hadn’t stopped talking since they sat down, her food going cold in her hands.  Like a great dam had broken open.  Her words flowed endlessly, each one a drop that formed a pool around her.  He could feel the depth of her drowning, what continued to drown her.   

“We were a novelty. A couple of Brits living in Boston. ‘Tally-ho!’ 'God bless the Queen’, and all that.”  The sarcasm, thick.  The tone, derisive.  

“Then, there were the students. Young.  Gorgeous.  Flirty.  Drawn in by his accent.“  The drops, hot now.  Scalding.  The pain, obvious.  Deep.

She looked up into the sky and laughed, incredulous. “He was a fucking history professor for God’s sake!  They threw themselves at him.  And he caught them.” She shook her head.  “Bastard.  I won’t go there again. I won’t be ridiculed or made to feel less than.  I’m a Doctor for fuck’s sake, and a history professor made me feel stupid.”

Jamie ate silently.  What a wanker!  He had a woman like Claire, and he let her go?  Any fool could see she was perfect.  Beautiful. Passionate. Intelligent.  He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that her husband could not see the vixen he had in his bed.  Claire Randall was the whole package. She was a rare woman. 

Perhaps it was her gift that Frank struggled with.  

“So no, James. There won’t be an ‘us’. A ‘we’.  An anything.  There’s just me.  Alone.  The way I like it.”

Jamie swallowed, and took a drink from his bottle of water.  Claire took a bite, finally.     

“He was a fuckin’ scrote.”  

Claire choked.  “A what?”

Jamie loved how she spoke in her posh British accent.  It always sounded like she said, ‘wot?’

“Basically, a scrotum.  An Idiot.”

Jamie wiped his mouth and hands with his napkin.  He balled up his wrapper, and looked at Claire.  His spoke sincerely, honestly.  “He was a fool not to realize what he had in ye, Claire.  A blind fool.”

Claire dropped her head.  She took a small bite, not daring to read too much into his compliments.  Or his tone.

It was dark now. Cold.  Claire liked the dark.  She dwelt there in her mind, in her soul, every day since she first learned of Frank’s infidelities.  Every day since she realized she wasn’t enough.  That in the game of love, she was like the square on the Monopoly board that no one wanted because it didn’t collect enough rent, and never would, even with houses and hotels.  

Perhaps that was why she did what she did.  Why she chose that dark, cold path at the end.

“Not every man makes that mistake.  Some men would actually die to be with a woman such as yerself.  Intelligent.  Funny.  Interesting.  Gorgeous.”  He spoke low out of the side of his mouth, “Wi’ a fantastic arse.”

Claire snorted, and Jamie bumped her shoulder with his.  

“So,” Having made his point Jamie moved to safer territory.  He could tell she was becoming uncomfortable with his compliments.   “The stomach contents. From the same eatery, no?”

“Yes,” Claire said.  He had created the lightest fracture in her soul.  How had he managed?  Why were her visions so jarring with his slightest touch?  So raw? So passionate around this man?  She would not pretend to have some vast knowledge of men, but she knew enough to know this feeling was unusual. Different.    

Could she trust him?

“I don’t know where it is.”  She took a deep breath.  “But I would know it, if I saw it.”

Jamie nodded, lips pursed.  He dug a small caramel coloured book out of his pocket.  “Can ye tell me more?  Where do I start, Claire?  Can ye describe the place at all for me?”

Claire was struck dumb for a moment.  She stared at him as he waited. Pencil poised.  Ready to listen.  Ready to believe.

“You don’t think I’m crazy?  You really believe me?”

“I believe ye, Claire.”  He chuckled.  “I dinna understand it a bit.  Not yet.  But I trust ye.  I trust yer word.  Trust that we’ve created a truth between us. Whatever ye tell me, I will believe ye.”  Jamie spoke sincerely, his eyes not wavering from hers.  

“Besides.  I’m Scottish, ken.  Faeries in a glen, and all that.”  

His heart stopped at the smile that graced her face.  An eclipse over this moonless night.  Suddenly bright, without warning.  

The words came pouring out.  Her gift, loosened.  A bird free from its cage. She almost wept with the relief of it all.  

“It’s bright.  Lots of glass.  Windows.  And cases.  Glass cases where you can pick the ingredients you want.  Small.  Small, round tables.  And the floor is blue.  It’s…it’s cobalt blue.  I’m sure of that.”

Jamie was writing furiously.  “Any idea of the neighbourhood?  Any landmarks ye see near it?” 

Claire shook her head.  “Sorry.  No.”

“It’s fine.  This is good.  I’ll get started in the morning.”  Jamie tucked his notes away.  He stood up, and stretched out his hand for hers.  When she hesitated, he dropped it and gathered up her things instead.  

She stood.  “I’m sorry, Jamie.”

He shrugged.  “Nothing to be sorry for.  Come.  I’ll take ye home.”

“No, I can-”

“Claire.”  Jamie stepped in front of her.  “I’ll see ye safe.  That’s what friends do.”  He watched her visibly relax.  

“But -”  She tensed again.  “Ye dinna have to be psychic to understand that I want you.  More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

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requested by  jaredsbooty (which is fine as heck) <3
prompt;  so I was thinking that I (Y/N) would be having an argument with Mark and he couldn’t control Dark but it ends with (Y/N) showing Dark some compassion and he switches back to Mark?
a/n; sorry again for the wait! xx

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

The argument escalated quickly and before you knew it both you and Mark were overflowing with hatred for one another. Though, unlike him, you knew yours was to disappear once you cooled off – what made you question whether Mark will return to normal or not was the evil glint in his eyes that you caught as he turned away from you to stare out the window, as if he couldn’t bare to see your face anymore. You gulped; a twinge of fear tickled the inside of your chest and you inhaled sharply once a dizzying sensation stuck you like lightning. The room went in vertigo. Your cold hand came to rest on your burning forehead. The buzzing, which was rapidly growing in volume, made your head hurt and the back of your throat bitter. With a soft grunt you shut your eyes.

Only a moment after when you opened them back up again did it stop. It all stopped. The clock on the wall behind you froze; outside seemed too dark and too cold for a pleasant spring afternoon. Still feeling lightheaded and disoriented, you plopped down on the couch which was thankfully a few feet away and exhaled. You looked down at your hands and gasped – your vision staggered, leaving trails of red and blue behind as all colour seemed to slowly drain out your vision.

You, you you you you are something else altogether, (Name).” the voice made a chill creep up your spine and you snapped your head upwards, only to come face to face with charcoal black glistering eyes that immobilized you completely. “Tsk tsk tsk,” Dark’s cool fingers wrapped around your jaw, softly tilting your face first to the left, then to the right as he wanted to get a better look of you scared from all angles, “I finally get to see you again.” The way he said those last words made you quiver. Tensing your jaw you yanked yourself out his grasp. He grinned, a reaction which you did not anticipate, “You got spice, (Name)! I like it! He doesn’t, however, he never did.” His hands landed on both of your shoulders, caging you in and leaving no room to squirm free, “He doesn’t love you nearly as much as I do.” His voice, despite being tender and sweet, accompanied by static and a hidden sinister note did everything but ease you, “I can take you anywhere you want to go. I can especially take you anywhere you don’t want to go. I c a n gi ve yo u e very thin g y o u want.”

Before he could continue, you gathered the last ounces of courage you had and interjected, “It must be lonely.” Your voice came out rasp and dull, drained of anger. Dark stopped. “Living in the shadows…Just watching but never actually saying anything… I’m sorry you have to go through that.” Whether you were sincere or not was all up to interpretation. Dark faltered, his gaze, although hard to read, was directed into your eyes, his lips drawn into a thin line as his grip on your shoulders tightened.

You blinked. He disappeared.

Relief washed over you like a wave and with a happy exclamation you jumped up and pulled the still shocked/clueless boyfriend of yours into a tight embrace. After a moment he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, securely, hiding his head in the crook of your neck as he murmured apologies for letting you see him again. “I am so, so sorry, I couldn’t control him, it just slipped, God, if he had done anything to you I would have never forgiven myself…”

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What Happens in Vegas

What Happens in Vegas

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1261

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

The story is for (@winchester-writes) #Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge. My prompt was Jameson Irish Whiskey - “What the actual fuck happened last night?”. The quote will be bolded in the story.

Rose I hope this is what you wanted and all the best for your birthday.

Thank You to @mycapt-ohcapt and @wereleopard58 for helping me with ideas on this.

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Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Word Count: About 2400

Warnings: Swearing, FLUFF, some kid being a dick- harassment

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The reader decides the three of them need a break and takes the boys to a baseball game after a hunt. But the reader is in for a surprise when what she thought was going to be only a fun night with her two favorite boys, turns out to be more than she expects. The man she has loved for years decides he’s gathered the courage to tell her how he feels about her.

A/N: For @bkwrm523 ‘s 30 prompts challenge, I had a lot of fun writing this and was secretly glad that the deadline was March because it takes me absolutely forever to get a fic out. Anyways, my prompt was “I need more excuses to eat cheese”, not gonna lie, this one was a little daunting because I had no idea what to do with it! (I did change it a bit to nacho cheese so I hope that’s okay) Hope you enjoy!

“I need more excuses to eat nacho cheese,” You turned to see Dean shoveling a handful of chips into his mouth. “This stuff is like liquid gold.” He said, bits of food falling from his cheeks onto his New York Mets shirt you had bought a few minutes ago. You laughed.

Dean seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the Mets game you had convinced them to attend so far. The boys definitely deserved a break, the werewolf pack the three of you had followed to the big Apple had proved to be difficult.  Truth was, you weren’t some huge fan of baseball, but upon remembering a few games spent in the summer sun of the past, you decided it would be fun. The smell of hotdogs and the roaring of the crowd was exciting as a kid, even if you didn’t know what was going on in the game, it was still time well spent with your family.

“Can you at least act like an adult?” Sam chuckled on your other side, shifting in his seat to get a better view of his brother who had currently brought his shirt up to his face, licking the cheese that had made it may down the Mets logo. “Dude what else do you want me to do? I am not wasting perfectly good cheese!”

You threw back your head as you laughed once again and Dean smacked the bill of your backward baseball cap causing it to fly into your lap. “Hey shut up! You’re the one who dropped her ice cream on her seat and then ate what was salvageable!”

“But I didn’t lick it off the chair! And an ice cream here is like five bucks, I would’ve eaten it even if it fell on the ground.”

Dean was the one laughing now and Sam muttered something next to you about how many people use these seats, about how many germs you had ingested.

It was currently the top of the third inning, still pretty early in the game, and you could tell the boys were already enjoying themselves. This was such as great idea. The best part of the game wasn’t just the atmosphere of excitement but the fact you got to see the boys smile and have fun. You were sick of their ‘all work, no play’ attitude.

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Reid to Me

Summary: Reid x Reader. The Reader is a writer, who struggles to find the right words. But after a rough case, those words are all he wants to hear.

Author’s Note: This is my piece for @passionate-hedgehog‘s fic exchange! I was so excited when I saw I was lucky enough to be given the incredible, lovely, and ever-kind @reiding-and-writing, who gave me a lot of free reign in terms of plot. So here you are, dear! I hope you like it!


Words are all she has sometimes. Not that she minds, her whole world is constructed in syllables and letters, series of meanings strung together. Language is something she is especially grateful for when Spencer is away. Phone calls and text messages are the best forms of communication when he’s out in the field. Those words are her lifeline, letting her know that he’s okay, that he’s thinking of her, that he’ll be home soon. Sometimes she’ll slip handwritten notes into his bag, and he will tuck cards into random places around their apartment for her to find. It warms her heart each time she opens a drawer or turns the corner only to discover a piece of paper covered in his messy scribbling.

She has always been a writer, a teller of stories and chronicler of tales. It hasn’t always been easy. Copywriting, freelancing, editing. More often than not, her work has been putting words into someone else’s mouth for them. After months and months of rejection letters however, she finally received her first acceptance a month ago. Her own novel will soon be published, a work of her own to grace the shelves of bookstores and libraries. It’s her biggest accomplishment, but at times it’s hard to feel proud when her boyfriend quite literally saves lives for a living.

Today is one of those days. All morning and all afternoon she has spent at her desk. Occasionally taking a break to pace the living room or grab coffee and a pastry from the café below them. She sits, she waits. The right words do not come. They are elusive, just out of reach, taunting her. So close and yet so far. With Spencer gone, it’s lonely to be in the apartment. A perpetual state of waiting and wondering and hoping for time to pass quickly. For the return of the things she loves most. Her words. Her love. Her confidence in her own abilities.

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Persistent Prince [Prince Sidon/Reader]

Title: Persistent Prince
Pairing: Prince Sidon/Reader [you]
Summary: You are assigned to take over Vah Ruta’s maintenance following the vanquish of Calamity Ganon. You’re baffled as to how you earned the position so easily, but the Zora Prince is eager to offer you that information.

A/n: what’s up! it’s been a hot minute, i apologize. i’ve been tired and not feeling life. but, hopefully this will bring you some amusement. please let me know your thoughts!


NOTE: THIS CONTAINS MILD SPOILERS FOR THE GAME. DO NOT READ BELOW IF YOU WANT TO REMAIN SPOILER-FREE.


“Th-this is absolutely preposterous!”

“I believe with all things considered and the sudden inactivity of Vah Ruta, the right course of action is to assign care of the Divine Beast to someone with knowledge–”

“This is nonsense! Vah Ruta was piloted by Lady Mipha - a zora, may I remind you! Vah Ruta currently resides in our territory near the domain!”

“Hm, then tell me, who do you have among your people who can properly handle Vah Ruta should history repeat itself?”

“Th-that’s not…”

“Muzu, be at ease,” King Dorephan silenced his subject with languid wave of his hand. His attention shifted towards the young woman once again, his tired eyes alight with a surge of curiosity. “Princess Zelda, have you considered perhaps educating my son on Vah Ruta’s maintenance in the stead of one of your own?”

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write some sick Keith? If not that's totally fine! You are a wonderful human being, by the way :)

(I love sick Keith my dude you don’t even have to ask?? Here’s a short little thing I wrote, I wanted to try the idea of Keith being really clingy when he gets sick. I did college AU Klance forgive me)

Sunlight filtered through the window of the apartment, shining on Lances eyes and waking him from his previously peaceful sleep.

The weekend finally arrived, and between work and school he had finally managed some proper free time to take his boyfriend on a date.

Sitting up and running a hand through his dark hair, Lance glanced down at the sleeping bundle next to him. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to see besides Keith’s raven colored hair sticking out in all directions, but regardless it looked adorable.

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“Age Gap” anime & manga

It’s funny how watching something you like can quickly lead you down the path to finding other shows just like it. This was the case for me with lots of different genres of anime and mangas that I’ve really come to enjoy. For example, sports anime wasn’t something I had really considered liking until I watched “Kuroko no Basuke”. Prior to that I would always look at the tags for sports animes and think “nahhh…” But what a colossal shame it would have been if I hadn’t actually bothered to check it out. To think of what my anime experience would be without the likes of “Kuroko no Basuke”, “Free”, “One Outs”, “Giant Killing” etc. makes me rather sad actually. The same happened with the yaoi genre.. I read the synopsis of “Sekaiichi Hatsukoi” and was initially like “huh? the person the main character went out with in high school was a guy? really?” and I left it at that.. What a fail! My curiousity got the better of me though and instead of going for something like “Junjou Romantica” or “Sekaiichi Hatsukoi” which makes yaoi palatable for a general audience, I dove headfirst with “Okane ga Nai” as the first anime/OVAs that I watched in the yaoi genre (incidentally, there’s an age gap here too). My eyes nearly fell out of my head initially, but beyond that, I began to appreciate that there was more to it that just the guy x guy vibe. With this in mind, I went back to “Sekaiichi Hatsukoi”, gave it a chance and checked it out. After that, the rest is history.. I fell in love with the genre and haven’t looked back since.



Now, those are pretty standard genres I’ve given as examples. but these days I find myself drawn to a bit of an obscure “genre” if you want to call it that.. “Age Gap” anime and manga. I’ve given it that name since I see that a lot of people use this as a tag when referring to manga/anime where the romance is between people with vastly different ages, whether it be a younger girl with an older man, vice versa or a younger guy with an older man (think: Miyagi of Junjou Romantica). In all honesty, I think I’ve always been drawn to these kinds of animes but it’s only recently that I have recognised it as one of the genres that I have a deep liking for. I know I’m not alone here, because why else would such manga/anime exist if there wasn’t anyone who enjoyed this? It might sound odd to some, but this kind of topic is usually handled with a lot of care by those creating it so as not to make it perverse. When there is such an age gap, where one party is more mature than the other, the owness usually lies with the maturer of the two to be the responsible party. They usually endure a lot of conflict as a result of their age and the consequences of being with someone much younger are always taken into consideration - a realistic approach to the situation. The other strong emphasis with these types of stories is that the focus between these couples is more on romance/feelings/caring/protecting/supporting each other than it is about getting down to business, so to speak. The love that the characters share doesn’t always have to be expressed in a physical way and that’s another thing that makes it appealing. Sometimes, the “love/romance” aspect is just hinted at in the background but it’s enough to make us feel that we want those characters to be together.



WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD! WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD!

In the interest of full disclosure and protection of the eyes of those who have not watched the shows I’m about to talk about, please note that there are some spoilers ahead about “My Wife is a High School Girl”, “Speed Grapher”, “Angel Heart”, “Skip Beat”, “Glass Mask” and “Ristorante Paradiso” among others.

I did say that it was only recently that I realised that this actually a genre that I enjoy and it’s the anime “Glass Mask” (the 2005 remake) that made me see it. 51 episodes of watching Maya and Hayami grow closer together was bound to make me swoon and the more I watched, the more I realised that this is the kind of thing I love.. Hayami and Maya have an age gap of 11 years between them and they meet when she’s only 14 and in middle school (making him 25 at the time). Even so, as a consequence of their jobs they get to know each other and maintain a kind of working relationship over the years where Hayami gets to watch Maya grow up and Maya comes to understand more about the adult Hayami. Their history becomes rather complicated and the as time goes on, he becomes more attached to her. She is the only one that treats him so normally - whether it be sharing a biscuit together or having a fight/war of words, which slowly makes him realise that he does indeed have feelings for her. As such, he struggles with the idea of being so much older than her and is even more frightened by the idea of being rejected by her. She is someone that he never wants to lose and would even be willing to remain in her life anonymously, so long as he can be around/in contact with her somehow. So you see, it’s not about him just wanting to get in her pants.. It goes beyond that because of his consideration of the consequences and the things that he does for her, without her even knowing it.



One of the first shows I watched that addressed this topic has to be “My Wife is a High School Girl”. To be honest, I watched it because I had to see what it was about - the title sounded a bit insane so I gave it a go. Again - turned out to be rather sweet and in fact, it’s the girl who wanted to “be with” her husband, but out of respect for her father he’s avoided doing that at all costs until she’s 18. Sure, it’s probably unrealistic to think that he would be able to hold out, but look, the show was made for the public so of course it would have to be this way. In any case, it had its moments - like when she fakes being sick, he sees her in the hallway, drops all his books and insists on carrying her on his back to the infirmary - like any good husband would do. Like I said -it was rather sweet.. He looks like a bit of a nerd (although beyond the glasses he’s actually rather cute) but he’s a good husband (despite having to keep it a secret) and is protective of and loyal to his wife.



“Speed Grapher” was another one and probably one of my favourites.. Tatsumi (33) and Kagura (15).. From the moment he sees her, he’s spellbound and after finding out about her circumstances, he makes it his mission to save her. He rescues her time and again from those that wish to use her for their own purposes and over time, she comes to develop feelings for him and him for her. As is usually the case, he looks after her more like a guardian but you can tell that it slowly evolves into something more than that as they spend more time together. They never cross the line but they do acknowledge their feelings for each other as Tatsumi pleads with Kagura to live on.. If not for her sake, then at least for his.. The best pay off is the ending, where we fast-forward five years from the events that brought the two of them together. Kagura has moved around a lot after that and eventually comes back to Tokyo to be with Tatsumi. And even though he’s now blind, he knows that she’s there the moment she returns to him. It was super satisfying as an ending and it made you feel alright to want them to be together because she’s now 20 and he’s 38.. Still a fair age difference, but at least now she’s an adult and they’re both still in love.



“Genji Monogatari” follows the exploits of Genji - a man hailed as one of the greatest lovers.. Although he initially falls for a girl that’s a little bit older than him (and his father’s wife), he manages to distract himself rather well with a whole host of girls.. But I wouldn’t have included this in the line up if there wasn’t a little something extra that made this one memorable for me. And that is the last few episodes. Although he was with plenty of women and have quite a few lovers, a young girl is brought to his residence and she ends up living there. She initially sees him as an older brother kind of figure but as she grows and becomes more aware of herself, she develops feelings for him and only wishes for his happiness. Just before Genji is to leave his place for a while (a few years perhaps?), she lets him know of her feelings for him and he is flattered and returns her sentiment. It’s then that he proclaims her to be his bride and they spend the one evening together - just talking and being in each others’ presence. From what I understand, she waits for him to return and is the one he is with at the end. I could be wrong though because I haven’t read the books and the anime is quite open ended. Although she wasn’t such a major character, you could see that way she felt about him and he always took good care of her and treated her well and as someone precious to him. That’s why it was rather nice to see that she got the man that she had always wanted and that he had no issue with being with her either. Then again, this was waaaay back in the day when getting married at 14 to men who were old enough to be your grandfather was no problem.



“Skip Beat” is similar to “Glass Mask” in some ways - a young girl trying to make it into show business and changing the life of a man that she gets to meet through her profession. The concept is slightly different because the only reason that Kyouko gets into acting is because of her wanting revenge on her ex-boyfriend. And even though she doesn’t initially get along with Tsuruga Ren - the major star from her agency (and her ex’s main rival), she eventually comes to respect him for his talent.. He initially doesn’t like her either because he hates her reasons for wanting to become an actress. Even though they are initially at odds, they slowly come to know and understand more about each other and it’s also revealed that they actually met when they were kids.. She doesn’t realise that this is the same boy that gave her comfort when she was a little girl. As time goes along, situations and circumstances put the two of them together and the once apathetic Ren finally starts to care about someone. The anime didn’t quite hit the mark with the pay-off (probably because they thought that there would be 2nd season or maybe in an effort to make you read the manga to get to the pay-off) but seeing how their relationship changes and how he becomes affected by her being around him was really touching. You realise how lonely he actually is and she comes into his life and changes that.



In fact, a lot of the animes/mangas that focus on age gaps seem to use that concept - the loner old guy whose life regains excitement and changes thanks to a younger girl coming into the picture. In my opinion, it’s their youth that actually plays into this. If this same concept is applied to two adults, it seems like a normal romance story, but the thing is that adults don’t have the same direct nature and purity of emotion that teenagers do. And this is the difference. These loner dudes are usually quite content to be loners and to maintain their sense of normalcy and other adults would usually respect that and so things would continue as normal. But when you have the introduction of a younger character, that straightforward nature pushes these loner types out of their comfort zones and shakes things up. That’s why it works. The don’t treat their potential partners as business associates or colleagues because they haven’t acquired that skill set yet and so these loners get treated like normal people, no matter what rank they may hold..

Actually, thinking about it now, even a show like “Brothers Conflict” has some age gap going on.. Masaomi is 31 when he meets the 16/17 year old Ema.. And a lot of the brothers are way older than she is.. Doesn’t stop us from wanting to see them vying for her affection now does it? Lol.. And “Bonjour Sweet Love Patisserie” has Sayuri sharing special bonding moments with her teachers, seeing them as people rather than just instructors.


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“Angel Heart” fell a bit out of the norm in terms of the romance thing because although it initially seemed like the main girl was going to fall in love with Ryo Saeba, it became a situation where they became more like father and daughter. She is 15 and he is in his 40s so it makes sense in that respect, but even though you know that the idea is that he is her guardian, there is undoubtedly a secret part of you that kind of wishes that they would actually be together in some way. The age gap is huge, but nevermind.. Love can overcome it in an anime right? Lol.. Even though there wasn’t any romance, the connection and bond between Ryo and Xiang-Ying is something special and I don’t think there is anyone but him that can get through to her and help her get back to being a regular girl, rather than an assassin. Ryo, having a similar background and getting involved in fights etc. is the best person for her and seeing how close they become is rather heart warming.



“Ristorante Paradiso” is definitely an in-your-face age gap anime seeing as the main character, Nicoletta, not only hangs out with waaaaay older men (in their 50s) but also falls in love with one of them. Although the age gap is a bit too extreme for me - I prefer protective men versus overly knowledgeable men - it was actually rather sweet and instead of finding it creepy, you find yourself routing for Nicoletta to be with Claudio. They meet and she falls for him but his complicated history makes being with him a challenge for Nicoletta and she has to take her time to try and get him to see her as more than just a worker in the restaurant. That said, he’s her confidant and the person she always turns to and even when he thinks he should be putting distance between them because he knows how she feels but isn’t sure that he can return her feelings, he finds that he can’t bring himself to be so cruel and goes back to being by her side. She exercises her patience but it surely pays off, which was rather nice to see..



“Junjou Romantica”  is by one of my fave mangakas, Shinjiku Nakamura, and she has been known to use age differences (along with height differences) as one of the defining features in her stories. The most obvious one is the age difference between Shinobu (a high school student) and Miyagi (a literary professor) who also happens to be his ex-brother-in-law.. The storyline falls under the “Terrorist” subplot and is about how this young guy convinces his ex-brother-in-law that they are fated to be together. They go through a lot of ups and downs where Miyagi tests Shinobu to see if he’s being serious about this and they constantly fight and argue but at the end of it all, Miyagi eventually gives into his “fate” by being with Shinobu. He deals not only with being with someone younger, but also agonises about the fact that he’s loving someone new (a huge issue for him) and that it also happens to be a guy. The main characters, Misaki and Akihiko also have a big age difference between them (10 years) and most of the men that go after Misaki, e.g. Ijuuin and Haruhiko also have a similar age gap.. However, unlike Miyagi and Shinobu, Misaki doesn’t pay too much attention to the age gap but worries more about the fact that he may cause trouble for Akihiko (because they’re in a relationship - everyone close to Akihiko knows that he’s gay but they don’t want that information to become public) and he worries because he needs to figure out his life at this stage.. And in “Sekaiichi Hatsukoi” the biggest age gap there is about 9-10 years between Kisa and Yukina - something that Kisa tends to agonise about a lot.. even though he’s so baby-faced that he actually looks younger than Yukina.


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Sticking with yaoi, another one of my faves is “You’re My Loveprize in Viewfinder” and the age difference between Asami and Takaba is 12 years. It shows in the most spectacular fashion in their attitudes, the company they keep, they way they dress and just the way they live their lives in general. Where Takaba is carefree, freelance, casual and hangs out with friends, Asami is serious, has numerous businesses, always dresses smartly in a suits and has very few, if any, friends. But in spite of all the glaring differences, they are naturally drawn to each other - a case of opposites attract perhaps? Asami sees Takaba as naive and reckless, and Takaba sees Asami as controlling and condescending, but each respects the other. Asami loves the fire and fierceness that accompanies youth in Takaba and Takaba thinks that the things Asami has achieved is amazing and wants to be on his level someday. This difference in life experience is something that plays more of Takaba’s mind than Asami’s - which is somewhat different from the norm - having the younger party worry about the age difference. Whereas Asami doesn’t care what anyone thinks - such is his level of power that he answers to no one.



Apart from anime, there is also the world of manga that awaits in terms of the age gap genre.. Just the other day I came across a manga called “Kore Wa Koi No Hanashi” and although the age difference is astounding (21 years between them), it’s actually been handled rather well. The difference makes him more of a guardian to her initially but there is potential brewing in the background. The initial volumes that I’ve read thus far are more about how this girl changes this man’s life just by being there.. Her presence introduces something new to him and for the first time, someone seems to be showing him genuine care. The developments are sweet and there are enough characters around so that it doesn’t become a complete creep-fest and there’s actually a fair amount of humour involved too. That’s why I say that even though age gaps could be considered creepy from a face-value point of view, the way that these stories are portrayed lends itself to being more sweet than anything.



Other mangas which I’ve only heard about that fall in this category (which I’ve sourced from doing some investigation - I haven’t actually read these yet) include: Hotaru no Hikari, Eden no Hana, Sugar Family, Hana no Namae, Ingènuo, Mademoiselle Butterfly, Love So Life, Hakuji, Antique Romance, Veins, Wagahai wa Yome de Aru, Toriko - Aigan Shoujo and Hana to Akuma. So if you’re looking for something to read that falls in this vein, then checking these out might be a good idea. I know I’m going to.

To be honest, the whole idea of younger girl, older guy probably screams “daddy complex” but I don’t see much of a problem with that.. After all, this is what anime and manga is - something we watch or read for our enjoyment. No one can tell you what to feel about it and whether or not it’s your thing is completely up to you, as an individual. I’m sure some people will probably think “lollicon” when they hear the words “age gap” and that’s entirely up to them. But for me, the age gap genre is about how love & just caring for someone can always transcend age. Changing someone’s like doesn’t come with an age requirement and watching how these unlikely pairings change each other for the better over time is always so satisfying to watch. There are always moments of doubt and frustration with these stories, but the wait is always worth it.. To get that happy ending and see the triumph of the couples who believe in each other and the good of having that person around.. Sure, it’s idealistic to think that way, but hey.. that’s why we love manga and anime right? :D


Update: Part 2 is out here!

To Help #7

YES! FINALLY! We’re here! We’re up to V which means that this is the end of this series. My many thanks to everyone who’s stayed with me for this long, stayed patient and encouraged me with your kind words and your insights on my work. Hopefully I’ll see you all for the next one

Come on sugar cookie V, it’s your turn to help MC.

As per usual this fic will include

1)    Profanity

2)    In case you haven’t played the secret endings this is kinda spoilery, so please just be warned.

3)    WELCOME TO MY (baby) MONSTER FIC, just 13.5K this time arounds

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[On Thin Ice #9]

Series: Fairy Tail.
AU: Figure Skating, Modern; Fake Dating to Lovers.
Romantic Pairing: Gruvia.
Other Pairings: Gray/Silver, Juvia/Silver, Juvia/Gajeel.
Rating: T+ - language, alcohol, adult themes.
Genre(s): Romance, Drama.
Read other chapters: here.

A/N: I’m so, so sorry for the long delay. I have been really scatterbrained lately and not feeling very creative. I visit the USA for a month on the 30th of June and will be totally free to just relax and write. Thanks for being so patient and wonderful with me. 

;Cutting me up like a knife and I feel it deep in my bones. Kicking it high but I love even harder. You wanna know? I just wanna dive in the water with you. Baby, we can’t see the bottom. It’s so easy to fall for each other. I’m just hoping we catch one another.

Chapter Nine: A Step Too Far

Juvia lowered herself into the centre splits. The ache of unused muscles vanished in an instant. Lowering her chest to the ground, she reached with both hands towards the rink. The warmth of the stretch spread and tingled in her thighs. She relished that feeling. 

Gray stared at her in astonishment. ‘When did you become that flexible?’

‘I’ve always been this flexible,’ she told him. 

Gray blinked. ‘Are you sure?’

Juvia met his gaze. ‘Is everything okay?’ she asked him.

Gray cleared his throat. ‘Long day.’

‘Paparazzi?’ she asked.

‘Did they harass you here?’ Gray crouched to sit beside her. ‘Are they getting in the way?’

‘No.’ Juvia shook her head. ‘They don’t seem to bother Juvia here. Some of the customers ask about you, though. Ah.’ She straightened to look at him. ‘I promised one of the mothers I would get your autograph.’ Juvia tightened the elastic in her hair. ‘For her daughter,’ she amended.

‘Sure.’ Gray paused. ‘So, how was work today?’ he asked, glancing through the window into the reception beyond it. His gaze snapped back to hers.

‘It was quiet.’

‘Did you get a chance to talk to Gajeel?’

Juvia swung her legs out in front of her and bounced them to relieve the ache in her muscles. ‘What do you mean?’

‘You said you wanted to see him, didn’t you?’

‘Oh.’ Juvia’s heart sank. ‘I called him. He didn’t have long to talk.’

‘He’s probably busy.’

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Not For Lovers

so I figured I should stop being a slacker and actually write another fic, so I wanted to write something cute for Valentine’s Day, and I love Jinyoung so enjoy :))) also this is in first person because all other pov’s seem nasty in my writing rip

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader (Y/N)

Words: 3.1k rip it’s a lot longer than I expected

Genre: Fluff/small semi-smut at the end

Prompt: Jinyoung tries to convince you, a skeptic, that Valentine’s day is worthwhile. 



Valentine’s Day has always been just a day to me, no importance, no meaning. I mean, to me, it feels like an excuse for people to not fully express their love and just “save it up” for holidays like Valentine’s Day and their anniversary, it’s not for real lovers. I’ve never celebrated the holiday, and I don’t intend to in the future. That is, unless Jinyoung has anything to say about it.

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Post-Its Are Romantic

Authors Note: So here is my first attempt at Bucky fanfiction. No pressure… Sweet and fluffy. And I would be lying if I said that this is not based off of myself. (Because post-its are the most magical inventions ever and I love them because I am an anxious nerd and they are super low-pressure)
So, how’d I do?

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You leave post-its everywhere.

[Door knob sticks. Turn left and pull hard.] on your bedroom door.
[Garbage comes Sunday. Trash out Saturday night.] over the garbage can and by the back door.
[Wash face. Take iron supplement.] on the bathroom mirror.

The walls of your bedroom were covered in post-its with ideas for stories, doodles, inspirational quotes and sigils for serenity, energy and deep sleep.
The first day Bucky met you, you were standing on a small stool with a pen and a wodge of post-its, scribbling away and slapping them up on the wall. Your door was open, and you sensed him pause in the hall outside. Hopping down off the stool, you walked over and stuck out her hand.
“And you are…”
“Bucky.”
“Cool name. Welcome aboard.”
“Thanks.”
“Quick warning, if you see sticky notes, they are mine. I tend to forget things so I leave them everywhere. Alzheimer’s runs in my family.”
“Okay…”
“Feel free to add your own, by the way. Here.” You handed him a full pack from your pocket and turned back to the wall of post its. “Cool arm by the way.”
Bucky just kind of stared at you for a minute and continued on to the lounge, flipping the post-its from hand to hand.
His first one went on the fridge later that week.

[Buy plums please?]

The next day, there was a reply:

[Aye, aye, Sergeant!]

and a bag of fresh plums in the crisper. Bucky cracked a small smile, bit into a plum and scribbled away.

[Sergeants are Army not Navy. Who taught you ranks?]
[Clearly not you, Mr. Know-It-All.]

You started writing him notes about the weather the next week.

[Take an umbrella. It will rain today.]
[Chilly tomorrow- jacket weather probably.]

Bucky started saving the post-its. You were sassy and funny and liked to draw things for him. Like the time Natasha got sick of Clint skulking around in the rafters and sliced one of his anchor cables. The next day, there was a post-it, sticking to his door, with a picture of a grumpy stick-figure Hawkeye hanging upside down with a stick Black Widow rolling on the ground laughing. Or the time Tony ate the last piece of blueberry pie and Bruce almost Hulked out, you drew a bearded Tony with a round belly and blue smudges on his mouth and hands; the Hulk towering behind him with fists raised. That one made it into his arm maintenance tool box. He also liked the fact that someone else had trouble remembering things just like he did. It made him feel less isolated.

As time went on, the post-its grew flirtier and flirtier, and the other Avengers started to notice more and more. So you and Bucky started hiding them, making it into an elaborate game. You hid them in cabinets, behind the cushions on the couch, even in Bucky’s favorite cereal box. Almost a year after you and Bucky first met, the once innocent messages had gotten downright obscene.

[You should think about cutting your hair; it’s easier to see your smile. And your smile makes me think… fun things.]
[I really appreciate that sweater you wore the other day. I dreamed about it all night.]
[Leather or lace for the party tonight, do you think?]
[Oh hell, doll. Please tell me I get to see it, whatever you pick.]
[Maybe… In your dreams.]
[You do not play fair.]
[I never did.]
[That’s the best part about you.]
[Sergeant, are you trying to flatter me?]
[Call me Sergeant more. It feels good. And, I might be flattering, is it working?]
[Why don’t you try and find out… Sergeant?]
[I would, but that wouldn’t be exactly gentlemanly.]
[Gentlemanliness has its’ place, but so do other things. Want to try something new?]

You tore the tower apart looking for the reply to your latest post-it. You may have gone a little overboard in hindsight, and now you felt a little guilty for pushing him. You searched everywhere: behind the toilet tank, in the basement chest freezer, even in the fuse box. Natasha found you digging through Tony’s DVD collection later that day.

“You know that there is a package outside your door right?”
The next second, Nat was staring at your back as you left a pile of DVD’s on the floor and sprinted to the elevators. She left the lounge right after because she sure as hell wasn’t cleaning up that mess.
When you got to your door, there was a small brown box outside her door.

“FRIDAY, this isn’t Tony’s idea of a joke is it?”
“The package is not from Mr. Stark.”
“So no glitter bombs. Good. That was an April Fools to remember. Who is it from?”
“The deliverer asked me not to tell you who it was from.”
“Right. Thanks, FRIDAY.”

You took the box into your room and sat on the bed as you pulled the flaps open. On top of about forty new pads of sticky notes, and a new pack of colored pencils, was a note.

[Could we maybe start with gentleman and go from there? It’s not so bad, you know.]

You grinned and dumped the box on your bed. On the bottom was taped a post it with a rough sketch of Bucky, but with short hair. A blush was drawn on his cartoony cheeks and he held a bunch of flowers. Under the picture was written:

[Check the door.]

You opened the door to your room, and there was the real Bucky, short hair and all, with a bouquet in his hands.
“Did you see the post-its?”
“I did! Thank you! And the picture of you was so cute.”
“Didn’t you see the other one under it?”
“Oops, I didn’t. Hang on.”
Peeling the first note off carefully, you read the second post-it.

[I think I love you.]

You looked up at him and then paused.
“Can I hug you?”
Bucky just opened his arms and you ran into them, the bouquet hitting you in the back of the head, as he hugged you tightly to him.
“I think I love you too, Bucky.” You mumbled into his chest. He grinned so widely, his face hurt, and he kissed the top of your head.
“So my flattering really did work.”
“Oh, shut up and kiss me properly, you idiot.”
“With pleasure.”

Chatstronaut’s Just Keep Sinning Fic-To-Read Rec

Anon made me do it. 

These are SIN fics that have been rec’d to me and are on my to-read list, some of them I have started reading, but I haven’t finished.  Just keep in mind, I have yet to read these completely, but being honest the kudos and comments on these fics speak for themselves. Feel free to rec me more fics if you haven’t seen them on either of my sin lists [Previous SIN Rec List

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LISTEN I LOVE YOUR JOKES SO: you’re obviously high or hungover so I’m going to rescue you and tell the teacher why your answer wasn’t as strange as it sounded, but you’ll owe me.

Sansa hated running late especially to Professor Baelish’s class. She hated it for multiple reasons. The first being that Baelish already made her uncomfortable and she didn’t want to give him any reason to give her more attention. The second reason, and honestly the most important reason, was the notes left on her desk.

She had to bit her cheek to keep from smiling too wide when she got to class. Not only did she arrive just on time she wasn’t disappointed to see a little card on her desk. Unfortunately, she was unable to look in the card because Baelish had begun his lecture. It didn’t really matter because she knew that the note would contain some cute drawing and a pun.

She saved them all and had a little collage in her apartment. Margaery had made fun of the board, but Sansa knew the little notes were a bright spot to her day. One of her favorites was a drawing of the periodic table with Cu and Te in a pink with the question “Are you made of copper and tellurium because you’re CuTe”. The pun was cheesy, but it never failed to put a smile on her face.

Her thoughts were broken when Jon Snow stumbled into class. She had known him growing up because of her siblings, but was shocked when they ended up in classes together at law school. She knew that he had served in the Army for a short period, but the service had done him well.

He was still the shy and occasionally brooding boy that she remembered, but now he had muscles that had not been present as they grew up. Sansa didn’t even know she was a fan of forearms until she found herself distracted during a lecture when he pushed his sleeves to his elbows and continued taking notes.

She knew he must’ve been out late because his hair lacked that effortlessly tousled look and genuinely looked like an actual case of bed head. His wire framed glasses did nothing to disguise his red rimmed eyes. She assumed he attended Robb’s bachelor party the night before, but it confused her why he wouldn’t skip class. Everyone had three free passes if it wasn’t an exam day and she couldn’t recall him using his free passes. Not that she was keeping track of Jon Snow’s attendance. She absolutely wasn’t.

Baelish looked annoyed at Jon’s late entrance. She knew that it was likely Jon would be called on when it came to discussions of the assigned reading and lecture. She almost winced fifteen minutes later when Jon was called on with so much disdain dripping from Petyr’s voice.

“So, Mr. Snow how would you handle a client who has admitted guilt to you?” Professor Baelish asked.

“I’d advise my client on plea bargains and work out the best plea deal for my client” Jon’s answer was surprisingly steady despite his obvious hangover, but all wrong for this class.

Sansa could feel the shocked looks their classmates were giving each other at Jon’s response. Any other professor Jon’s response would have been acceptable, but Petyr was notorious for encouraging students to bury their evidence and base arguments on introducing an entirely new suspect. She could feel the lecture Jon was about to receive and she couldn’t stand it. He’d just owe her big time for this intervention.

“He’s not wrong to advise his client on taking a plea bargain. Your methods wouldn’t work with a client like this and more than likely they would confess during cross examination. Better to avoid trial all together” Sansa argued.

“Ah, you’re correct Miss Stark and why you’re one of the star pupils of this class. Others should take note” The lecture seemed to continue like Sansa’s correction was a normal every day thing.

She tried to fight the blush that was rising when she noticed Jon’s stare. The only word to describe it was intense. When class was over she made sure to hurry out before Jon or Baelish could flag her down. She could tell Jon was disappointed when he realized he wouldn’t catch up to her.

Once she was close to her apartment she allowed herself to take a deep breath. She really thought that her crush on Jon Snow would’ve disappeared with all the other high school fantasies that seemed to die out with undergrad. She really didn’t want to deal with those feelings because nothing good could come from them.

She decided to distract herself with finally reading the note. She giggled when she saw two hastily drawn knights with the quote two knight, won’t be just any knight. Her heart raced when she saw the address to one of her favorite coffee places and 7:30 next to the address.

Maybe the best way to get over her dumb crush on Jon Snow was to meet the mysterious person leaving these sweet notes?


Sansa straightened her cardigan as she sat at a lone table in the coffee shop. It was 7:55 and it was slightly crowded due to some open mic night that was ending. She wasn’t how long was appropriate to wait before deciding she had been stood up.

She felt awkward when she saw Jon Snow heading towards her table with two cups in his hand. She gave him a small smile when he sat down across from her and handed her a mug. She took a small sip and sighed at the delicious nut meg taste.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I had this whole thing planned and completely forgot about the open mic night” Jon started, but stopped when he noticed her choking on her drink. After a few awkward pats against her back she was able to regain her ability to breathe.

“You’re the one leaving the notes?” Sansa wanted to make sure she had heard him correctly and that her brain wasn’t short circuiting and making up what it wanted to hear.

“Well, I remembered you liked puns and shit I should have just asked you out. Robb and Theon are really the worst at giving advice” Jon cursed under his breath “I really wanted to get tonight right especially after you helped me out in class today”.

“What did you want to do tonight?” Sansa was genuinely curious as to what he considered had gone wrong.

“I, uh, well I wanted to give you your favorite latte and say something like I like you a latte, and hope to God you may agree to go on an actual date with me.” Jon told her with a shy smile and red creeping up on his cheeks.

“Good news, I like you and your excessive use of puns and would be happy to go on an actual date with you” Sansa couldn’t help but smile at Jon before leaning across the table to give him a quick kiss.


Years later, when Jon was ready to propose he left the same card with two knights and instructions on where to meet him. Sansa said yes.

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RAMADAN DAY 3 : NOT FASTING, NO PROBLEM

Pardon me if the title seems a bit misleading, it’s a mere hyperbolic clickbait.

This entry is dedicated to my fellow akhwaat, my habaebatis, sisters, girlfriends, or my species lah in general, who are in menses (read: on your period) during this first week of ramadan,

I know it sucks.

Your period is the worst thing that can happen during ramadan. Having to stay at home while your friends and family rush to the masjid for Tarawih, not being able to touch the mushaf or recite quran, seeing people spending time in ’iktikaaf and tadarus etc. You’ll feel left behind or even worse, deprived from all the rewards promised in this blessed month. However, keep in mind that everything that is ordained/destined by Allah is always the best. To complain is no different than to question His wisdom. Redha. There are plenty of other ibadah you can also do. Don’t let something as small as your period get in between you and your blessings.

So as your fellow sister in Islam, I’d like to share a number of practical ideas/ibadah that you can do to still be able to participate in ramadan, things I personally enjoy doing.

  1. Prepare Sahur
    Since you’re not fasting, I know it’s way more convenient to sleep in and stay in bed at this hour. But think of it this way, YOU are actually contributing to someone’s act of worship. YOU are providing them with the fuel they need to carry out a spiritual obligation. And for you to sacrifice just a few minutes of sleep for this purpose is such a virtuous act MashaAllah. If you’re celebrating ramadan at home, team up with your mom or sisters to prepare the meal or wake up earlier than any of your family members and make a surprise sahur. If you’re in college/hostel and living with your friends, on the other hand, wake them up and tell them you prepared a little something for them. Be it big or small, it’s the effort & thought that matters.

  2. Take over the housework
    If you happen to have more energy than your friends/family who are fasting, then why not? Clean the house, help run errands, wash their dishes, iron their clothes etc. Not because they can’t do it themselves, but because you want to. When you intend ease for others, inshaAllah it’ll bring great joy to them and in return to you.  

  3. Listen to Islamic lectures
    This is my personal favorite. There’s a plethora of great lectures online. Short ones. Long ones. Best part is, a lot of them are free! Try making it a habit to listen to at least one lecture a day and be sure to take down notes. You can have a notebook solely for this purpose and by the end of ramadan you’ll be amazed by the amount of gems you’ve collected. Don’t know where to start? Look up some of my favorites;
    - Ustaz Nouman Ali Khan,
    - Prof Tariq Ramadan
    - Shaykh Hamza Yusuf

  4. Attend ‘ilm events
    There are so many organisations conducting great events and talks in ramadan, don’t miss out. There’s always something new to learn. Even if it requires us to pay, go for it. Remember that we’re spending money to please Allah SWT. What more can we ask for if He is pleased with us?

  5. Give good reminders & be in a halaqah (religous circle, gathering)
    This is a great sunnah of the prophet. Don’t have one, no worries, create one. Just sit in a circle with some of your friends and decide on who is going to be in charge of that particular session so she can prepare what to present beforehand. It doesn’t have to be formal at all. Take the opportunity to share what you’ve learnt from the lectures (refer point 3 & 4) as well. Halaqahs are great to exchange thoughts/knowledge & also a way to build stronger bonds with the people within that circle.

  6. Tadabbur, Study the Quran
    Although you can’t touch or recite it, no one said anything about not being able to learn it. Read the tafsir (translation of the quran) and understand it. Or you can have someone one do it for you. There are several audio files/podcasts explaining surahs one by one by legitimate scholars & shaykhs that are available online to download. You can even have them playing while you’re driving to class or doing work. 

  7. Read books & articles (or even tumblr posts lol)
    Religious or not religious, read for the sake of knowledge. However since it’s ramadan, try picking up something Islamic. You can read Seerah (stories of the prophets), Asbabun nuzul (how and why a surah is revealed), As-shamail (Muhammad SAW’s biography) and many more. Some of the books I love are;
    - Reclaim Your Heart by Yasmin Mogahed
    - In the Footsteps of the Prophet by Tariq Ramadan
    - Purification of the Heart by Hamza Yusuf. 

  8. Donate & do charity
    Sadaqah is incredibly powerful. In ramadan, it’s like a multi-level marketing business! Have books, clothes, toys or anything that is in good condition but you don’t use anymore? Give it away. Or better yet, buy new ones and give them to those in need. Other than charity you can also do simple sadaqah like cook for your neighbour or put in a few bucks into the tabung masjid. Remember that the rezeki of a Muslim is not only from what he gets, but what he gives away.

  9. Memorize the 99 beautiful names of Allah
    Now here’s a challenge for you. Try to remember the Asma’ul Husna in arabic along with it’s meaning. All 99. To make it easier, search for the nasheed (song) version of it. Learning these supreme & godly attributes has so many positive returns. I might talk about that in a different post.

  10. Memorize & study hadeeth
    While you are not allowed to touch or recite the Quran, you can still do it to hadeeth. Hadeeth are also an important Islamic authority. But make sure it’s authentic! Option; start with Imam Nawawi’s 40 hadeeth. 

  11. Give out presents/gifts.
    Idea: Buy something practical like a book, a watch or something that you know will be put into good use so you can also scrape down the reward continuously. The Prophet said, تهادوا، تحابوا, exchange gifts, as that will lead to increasing your love to one another. [Bukhari]

  12. Make plenty of Selawat & Zikrullah (Remembrance of Allah)
    - LailahaiIlAllah: “There is no god but God.”
    - Allahumma Sali‘Ala Muhammad: “Oh God, send your peace and blessings upon the Prophet Muhammad”
    - Allahuakbar: “God is the greatest”
    - Alhamdulillah: “All praises to Allah”
    - Subhanallah: “Glory to Allah”

  13. Make sincere Tawbah (repentence)
    You don’t need wudhu’ for this (except if you perform Solat Tawbah). Ask Allah to pardon us, cover our sins, and save us from the Hellfire. Beg for forgiveness. As I mentioned in my previous post, Allah is Al-Ghaffur- The All-Forgiving. He is always ready to forgive (provided we are sincere and we feel remorse)

  14. Make lots and lots of Du’a (prayers)
    It does not have to be formal. You don’t have to have any special supplications memorized, or even speak in Arabic. Talk to Allah as if He is your best friend, and you will find that He is. Tell him everything. About your dreams, your passion, how your day went or is going, your crush, your exams- just anything. Ask Him for what you want, how you want it. Spill your heart out. He is YOUR God. He listens, and He is capable of providing you with anything and everything. You’ll realize how you’ll be drawn closer and closer to Allah and as this happens, your character will begin to change gradually.

  15. Host an iftaar/sponsor an iftaar at various masjids
    “Whoever feeds a fasting person will have reward like that of the fasting person, without any reduction in his reward.” (Tirmidhi)

And the list goes on. In reality, every single thing that we do for Allah’s sake is considered an ibadah. Do not restrict or limit ourselves. May Allah be pleased with us, accept our deeds and continue to shower us with His mercy. Hope you find this helpful.

“… Allah intends for you ease, and He does not want to make things difficult for you.” 2:185

May peace be upon you x

Birthday Surprise

Summary: In which a day you’re dreading becomes a day you’ll never forget.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 2,652

A/N: Happy happy birthday, @sebseyesandbuckysthighs! I adore you with all my heart and I hope you have the amazing day you deserve! This one’s for you, my fellow X-Files lover :) (And shoutout to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower™️ for letting me include them in this)

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On regular days, waking up in the morning is a slow process. You’ll start by rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and do some stretches while lying down. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll fall right back asleep. Other times, you’ll just stay wrapped up in your blankets and bask in the serene silence of your soundproofed room.

Today isn’t one of those regular days. It could’ve been if Tony hadn’t opened his big mouth in front of the team a few days ago and informed everyone of your upcoming birthday. You genuinely thought that Wanda was going to faint when he made the announcement that made you want to wring his neck.

You love the team, you really do, and you understand how important birthdays are to them. For you however, the same can’t be said. You never understood the need to make such a big deal out of that single day of the year. Surely there were more important things to celebrate.

Your attempts to douse the flames of their excitement after that were futile. Wanda and Nat were already making plans for a party. Clint was quick to jump in with decoration ideas, while Tony was offering up his credit card to pay for everything. Steve was thinking about what kind of cake you might like and he recruited Bruce and Bucky to help him.

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