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guide to falling out of love

i. go back to the places where you felt safe. examine your feelings, do you still feel safe on your own? become self reliant.

ii. go grocery shopping. select your memories like frozen peas and wonder bread. most you won’t like to remember, some you will be grateful for.

iii. invent new emotions for yourself, like how a tree feels when the wind blows through it. you are an open window.

iv. find words to describe yourself in ways they never would. observe how your eyelashes make tender shadows on your cheek, how the soft fabric of your favorite teeshirt touches your skin. it is enough.

v. fall in love with everything else. become addicted to morning sunlight and the weeds on your lawn. the moths hovering around your porch light are meant to be there. invite them in.

Cleric Week: New/Converted Spells

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It’s hard to come up with new healing and buff spells for a system like 5e, so I converted a bunch of D&D 3.5e ones! They then gave me a few ideas so I sprinkled in a few of new spells, as well.

Delay Death

Necromancy spell. Clr 3.

One dying creature you can see within 30 ft. is warded from death and damage while you maintain concentration for up to 1 minute. That creature does not need to make death saving throws and damage does not cause them to gain an automatic failed death save. Only if the creature takes more than 20 damage from a single source do they gain a failed death save.

Divine Agility

Transmutation spell. Clr 4.

One creature you target has a DEX score of 20 for one minute using while you maintain concentration. This spell has no effect if the creature already has over 20 DEX.

Extract Poison

Transmutation spell. Clr 3.

One creature you touch is cured of poison and no longer suffers from the Poisoned condition as you extract the poison from their body and into a plain stone that could fit in the palm of your hand. The stone turns black and can be thrown at a range of 20/60 ft. When a creature is hit with a poisoned stone, it deals 1d4 bludgeoning damage plus 6d10 poison damage and the creature becomes Poisoned for 1 minute. A successful CON saving throw halves the poison damage and negates the Poisoned condition.

Faith Healing

Evocation spell. Clr 1.

As Cure Wounds, except that it heals 1d12 + your spellcasting ability modifier. However, this spell does not have any effect on creatures that do not worship your deity.

Holy Star

Conjuration spell. Clr 7.

You summon a mote of radiant light that hovers just over your shoulder. It remains there for 1 minute as long as you maintain concentration. The mote of light will do one of the following options of your choice during each of your turns. Each turn you may change what you wish for it to do. The star takes up no actions as it acts completely on its own through your will.

  • The star will negate the effects of up to 1d4+3 spell levels of spells cast that target only you until your next turn.
  • The star grants you +2 AC as it shields you from attacks until your next turn.
  • The star casts Sacred Flame using your spellcasting ability modifier and caster level against a target of your choice.

Mystic Aegis

Abjuration spell. Clr 3.

You may use your reaction to cast Mystic Aegis. The next time that a harmful spell targets only you, you may force the caster of the spell to make a CHA saving throw against your spell save DC. If they succeed, you reduce the damage of the incoming spell by half. If they fail, their spell has no effect on you and is wasted.


Abjuration spell. Clr 1.

You may cast Resurgence as a bonus action. One creature of your choice that can hear you may make another saving throw immediately against an ongoing spell or effect that is currently afflicting them. If the new saving throw succeeds, the effect ends.

Soul Vessel

Necromancy spell. Clr 4.

When a living creature dies within 60 ft. of you, you may use your reaction to cast Soul Vessel. The creature’s soul, instead of departing to the afterlife, is drawn into a focus of your spell. The focus must be a vessel of some kind (a jar, a vial, a basket, etc.). The creature’s soul is stored in the vessel and can be spoken with as if it was still alive. As long as the creature’s soul vessel is not destroyed or damaged, the creature can be resurrected up to 1 year later without the need for a body. A new one is formed out of material from the astral and ethereal planes.

Spiritual Adviser

Divination spell. Clr 3.

For up to ten minutes using concentration, a small whispering mote of light hovers just by your ear and gives you advice that you can only hear. While it is active, you have a +1 bonus to Insight and Perception skill checks. You can cast Augury up to three times while the spiritual adviser is active. After the third casting, the adviser vanishes and the spell ends.

Surge of Health

Evocation spell. Clr 2.

You may cast Surge of Health using different actions, having varying effects. You target one creature within 15 ft. that you can see.

  • If you cast Surge of Health as a reaction, the creature regains 1 hit point.
  • If you cast Surge of Health as a bonus action, the creature regains 1d4 hit points.
  • If you cast Surge of Health as an action, the creature regains 4d4 hit points.
  • If you cast Surge of Health over the course of 1 minute, the creature regains 8d4 hit points.


Transmutation spell. Clr 1.

One creature you touch is no longer afflicted by a condition that you choose, a poison, a disease, a curse, or a spell currently afflicting it. You then become afflicted with the same condition, poison, disease, curse, or spell as if you had just gained it.


Transmutation spell. Clr 2.

One creature you touch regains 1 hit point each round that it has at least 1 hit point for 1 minute. This spell does not require concentration. 

Even (Bucky x reader)

Good evening, sinners! On this week’s edition of Smut Saturday, I decided to go with a request that I got a while ago. It’s our dear Bucky Barnes. I hope you enjoy and have fun reading! I love you guys. xoxo

I hope you enjoy anon, wherever you may be. 

Request:  Heyyy can u do a Bucky Barnes x reader were they get a fight and the reader hits him on his private parts…Bucky trembles down right there but he stats acting weird (just to scare the reader) he behaves like he turned into the winter soldier mode and chases the reader like a hungry lion. The reader keeps screaming and Bucky can’t hold his laughter, so when he captures her…you know end it up with smuttttttt

Warnings: Cursing, oral sex (reader receiving), metal arm kink


“What the hell did I do?” You and Bucky had just walked through the front door, your back turned to him as you heard it slam shut. 

“You were flirting with him, that’s what!” He stormed off down the hall towards the bedroom, his face red with jealousy and anger. You two had gone to a club and some wasted guy came up to you and started flirting. He was drunk for crying out loud, and you were sober, so you thought nothing bad would happen. You played along with him, flirting back, watching the tipsy man make a fool of himself. 

“He was drunk! I was sober! I wasn’t actually flirting with him, Buck.” You followed him, your feet pounding down the hallway. “I was getting a laugh out of it, come on. You know I’m not that type of person.” Hurt was in your eyes. You loved Bucky, but sometimes he got jealous and you didn’t know whether or not he trusted you. You always wondered if he actually thought you would do that to him, if you would really hurt him that badly. He was pacing around the room, his arms crossed over his chest, silent. When you realized he wasn’t planning on saying anything soon, you moved from your spot against the door frame, and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. 

“You understand that we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t talk, right?” The annoyance could be detected in your voice, and still, you got no response. “James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to god, if you don’t say something I’m going to-” 

You were cut off by a pained groan from Bucky. As you were going off on him, you had been flinging your arms around at an attempt to emphasize your point. And by doing so, you accidentally backhanded his crotch as he paced past you. 

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The Dullahan’s Ride through Elsewhere

 A short little story based in the fantastic supernatural world created by @charminglyantiquated. Do check out the Faerie shenanigans going down at @elsewhereuniversity; it is amazing.

You hear the thundering hoof beats and shrieking neigh just as the sun is setting. Gan Ceann is riding tonight. You know he is riding for you.

You had been too arrogant, too overconfident to dare remove your golden token this evening, for gold is the only thing that a Dullahan dreads. But she was such a pretty girl, and the time you spent with her certainly felt magical.

It will be the death of you.

You were certain that Elsewhere University would be a place to seek true protection. A clever deal, a well timed act of kindness, a gamble won… the Seelie always protect the ones they favor. You came to seek Their favor. Security that only They can provide against Others like themselves.

No one has ever said why, but in your family, once a generation spanning at least the past three centuries, the Dullahan will ride to claim a soul. Last generation it was your uncle, during holiday. While he slept with his wife. They heard the whinny and sharp metallic clang of the bit in the horse’s teeth too late. Your aunt awoke just in time to hear your uncle’s name called from the severed head. She screamed and Gan Ceann struck her blind in her right eye.

Your uncle’s soul was lost, taken in a hotel room on holiday, for there is no place that is out of the reach of the headless horseman. No gate, no door, no fence, no lock will keep him at bay when he rides.

It could have been one of your cousins now. It could have been your sister, or brother. You came to Elsewhere to stack the deck in your favor, to ensure it wouldn’t be you.

But it is.

Your plan might have worked, but you did not move quickly enough. It was just so nice to finally be away. Away from the daily reminders that the Dullahan still had yet to choose a quarry; reminders to keep your gold coin always safe and ready should you hear the horseman approaching; ongoing, repeating dialogue that reminded you that horrible death would strike your family, and that it was not a matter of “if” but “when.”

Being away from that daily conversation, free to even enjoy the occasional glimpses of some other Others than the one that plagues your family, you chose to dawdle. You thought you would take your time and shop for the best protector. The bargain that would net you the most benefit for the least payment. You are not keen on the stories of students who have hacked away enormous, essential parts of themselves for something, in your opinion, entirely too small, too insignificant. A life is an expensive thing to trade for. You did not wish to live a half life for a little extra insurance. So you waited. Listening. Watching. Learning. Weighing.

But now your time is nearly up.

You still hear him coming, even as your heart pounds in your ears and your straining, panting gasps shudder through the otherwise still twilight. You pause and look about your surroundings frantically, trying to pinpoint the direction the steed’s roaring breaths are coming from. It is the sound of the horse only that you hear, which reminds you that you are still among the living and still have time, however little it may be. You will not hear the voice of Gan Ceann. Not until he calls your true name. Not until he claims your soul.

You catch a glimpse against the deepening blues and purples of the sky: the black silhouette of a rider, holding his head up by its hair to scan ahead while his mount paws at the ground beneath its hooves. The dry grass flares up with each trample, sending orange cinders dancing up into the air. The rider is still too far away, but you imagine the ever moving eyes locking onto yours. In an instant the Dullahan pulls back on the reins, and the jet-black horse rears its head. You don’t stay to watch it resume its menacing gallop. You know the direction he is heading.

You take off again toward the copse at the far end of campus, just beyond the library. It is rumored to have the most activity this late in the day. You need to increase your odds of a meeting. You need to find a member of the Gentry; anyone will do at this point. Any Other you can make a hasty trade with. You grasp at your rucksack and hope what you have will be enough to trade. Enough to barter for your life.

“Gentle Fair Folk, please grant me an audience,” you pray, and repeat this mantra in rhythm with your hurried steps. Once… twice… thrice…

The shimmering glamour around the copse begins to lift, and out of the air directly before you a tiny blue light appears. You hear the tinkling of bells as it bounces in front of you. You skid to a stop just a hair’s breadth away from running into… you aren’t entirely sure. Another tiny bell jingles and you see another dot of blue light zip into being. And then another. And another. You are mesmerized by the dazzling trails they are carving into the deepening darkness, and you realize what they are.

Wisps. Will-o’-the-wisps.

Which is peculiar, even for Elsewhere. Isn’t it rumored that there are no fearie lights at EU? They are conspicuously absent from all the recounts you have ever heard of students being Lost, Taken, or Touched. Maybe this is a Gentry trick. Maybe this is one of the Fair Folk simply taking a more benign form. Maybe these truly are wisps. Maybe you are very lucky.

Or very unlucky.

Regardless… you have your audience.

“Please,” you beg, and drop to your knees to fumble with your bag. “I’ve come to trade. I need The Court’s protection from Gan Ceann, one of the Unseelie. He is coming for me.”

More jingling. You don’t know what they are saying, if they are saying anything to you at all. You remember the iron pins stuck in the lining of your jacket and the salt packets slipped into your socks. Will they help you if you still carry these deterrents? You strip your jacket and toss it away from you, likewise dig out the salt packets and throw them into the bush. The jingling stops and the lights hover. You take it as a good sign. The sounds of the rider’s horse are growing nearer.

You unzip your pouch and dig out a tightly sealed mason jar. “I have sea glass and abalone shells, and pendants of enamel and obsidian. What will you take in exchange for protection from the Dullahan?”

The wisps float before you silently. You begin to feel that the deal is going badly, and you are becoming desperate. At any moment you imagine you will hear your name and you will be dead.

“Please!” you cry, and shake the mason jar in frustration. “I’ll offer you everything I have in exchange for your help! Please!”

The tinkling of the bells resumes, and the tiny Fae line up before you. Tears trickle down your cheeks; you did not realize you were crying.

“Thank you,” you whisper, and get to your feet. You remember to be polite; you must always be polite. You leave your bag and grasp the mason jar tightly as you feel yourself being drawn along a path you cannot see, a path that the wisps are leading you down. You take out your cell phone and flip on its flashlight to help light the ground as you hurry after them.

The glamour lifts before you reach the copse and you know you are now in the realm of The Golden Ones. A too green marshland stretches before you, where the leaves are illuminated from within and the light along their sharp edges seems to march like a scrolling marquee. The land is dotted here and there with old, gnarled trees that have human faces, and nymphs and water sprites dance among the foliage and shallow waterways. A white stag ambles by in the distance.

The scenery seems lovely, but you wonder how being here will protect you from the Dullahan. You expected to be brought to a castle, or a fortress, or some other place with defenses. Maybe just being beyond the veil of the glamour will be enough, you think. No man-made structures can stop a Dullahan; maybe the thin glamour will prove stronger. Or, at least, strong enough.

It doesn’t.

A sudden gust of hot air on your neck makes you shriek, and you whirl around to see the Dullahan and his black horse towering over you. The horse’s nostrils flare and his breath comes out in a burst of fire. Gan Ceann still holds his head aloft by the hair, and its ever moving dark eyes lock with yours. You fall back into the waters of the marsh as the soft, sunken, moldy cheese colored face splits into a horrifying toothy grin, impossibly wide, so wide it literally stretches ear to ear. The mouth opens, and you know the next breath will be your name and your soul will leave you. You do the only thing you can think to do in the split second you have left.

You throw your cell phone at the horse’s feet.

The back flies off and the screen shatters into a hundred shards. The horse rears up and jumps back. The Dullahan head screams. There is no name in his screeching cry. He yanks the reins around, and turns to ride out of the Seelie marshland the way he came.

He is gone. You are alive.

Your breaths come in ragged sobs. At first, you are confused. Relieved, but confused. As you reach for the remnants of your phone, you remember something that you never should have forgotten. If your phone was functional you would query the Internet. “How much gold is in a smartphone?” you would ask. “Enough” is the answer. There is enough.

You remember the wisps and dump your mason jar of treasures out onto the soggy marsh bank beside you to show your gratitude. They surround you while you stand and you thank Them again for their protection.

They are not dancing. They are not jingling, or tinkling, but They are making some airy sort of noise. It bubbles and echoes around you until you realize with horror that it is the tittering sound of laughter.

Your feet are rooted in the marsh. You do not feel them anymore, and do not see the way back to the campus. The luminescence of the marsh has become black, and in the dark all you see are the lights of the wisps and the glowing amber eyes of the trees. The trees with the human faces.

You will be favored here. You will live, and the Dullahan will never claim your soul.

Such is the price of Their protection.

Trouble (M)

Originally posted by binguwinner

Originally posted by xxxjenniekim

Characters:  G-Dragon (Kwon Jiyong, BIGBANG) X Song Mino (WINNER) X You (Reader, OC)

Genre:  Smut, CEO!AU

Warning/s:  Hardcore Smut, Daddy kink, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Threesome, etc. (My pass to hell tbh)

Plot:  When you and your boss had an unexpected visitor while you are having a sexy time in his office.

A/N:  This is going to be short (I tried) and pure smut dedicated to the lovely @sm-gd  I hope you like this babe ;)  Also, I didn’t proofread at all haha I wrote this for about 30 mins so I apologize for any errors

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#20 - Kylo Ren

“Tell me you love me”

Warnings: None

Words: 1K +


You stuck your bare feet in the snow. The crisp air filling your lungs and covering your arms in goosebumps. Running your fingers through your hair, you let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t long that you were out there, in the brisk weather of the Starkiller Base, alone, that your boyfriend Kylo Ren came looking for you.

You heard the sound of his heavy boots crunching through the snow before you saw his looming, dark figure. He used to frighten you. Make you shudder with the thought of what was beneath his metallic, slitted mask. But now, turning, you reached up. Locking your fingers underneath and clicking it open. It released his face and thick hair from it’s encapturing. 

It was heavy, cold against your fingertips. Kylo helped bring it down. Setting it on the balcony behind you.

“What are you doing out here?”

“I needed some fresh air…”

“You know how I feel about you being-”

“Alone. I know, Kylo. I know. I’m okay.” Looping your arms around his neck, you stood on your tippy toes. Pressing your mouth firmly against his. You could feel him melt against you. His tense muscles relaxing, and you smiled softly against his soft lips.

“I just worry about you….” He murmured, and you nodded. Running your fingertips over the tip of his nose as you looked him. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, making it look like he was blushing. As you met his big, dark chocolate brown eyes, you kissed him again, and he let go of you.

Kylo then noticed that you were barefoot, your toes a dark red in the frost. Nearly yelping, he swooped you into his arms, abruptly swinging you around. “Jesus! You’re barefoot!”

“Kylo-” You giggled a bit, and he rushed you inside. Sitting you down on one of the countertops. Inspecting your feet, he wrapped them in his large hands and breathed on them. Trying to warm you up. But your feet were numb and bruised from standing out there for too long. Frustrated, his eyebrows were stitched together and his lips were pressed into a hard line. “Kylo.” Your voice then became stern. Leaning down, you wrapped his face in your hands, pulling him up.

He had sat on his knees. Moving his hands to your sides, he now sat between your legs.

“Why would you do that?”

“I… I wanted to feel something. I’m done being cooped up here, Kylo.”

His eyebrows parted, his eyebrows filling with emotion. “You want to leave… Don’t you?” His voice then wavered and cracked under the pressure of him not wanting you to leave. You shook your head.

“I’m not going anywhere…” A smile then spread on his lips, and he leaned up. Engulfing you in a long, sweet kiss, his hands cupping your face as yours did his. “Kylo…” You whispered, resting your forehead against his and meeting his eyes. “Tell me you love me.” Silence surrounded and penetrated both of you like a certain chill in the air, a breeze like a ghost’s breath on the back of your neck. Tears burned into your eyes, and you repeated yourself. “Tell me you love me, Kylo.”

Kylo’s lips parted slightly, and he looked down. Pushing him off, you slid away from him and off the counter. Though your feet hurt with each step, you quickened your pace. Turning the corner and running until Kylo was no longer in sight.


That night, laying in bed, tears ran down your cheeks as you hugged yourself. Huddling on your side, far away from where Kylo would crawl under the sheets until he would pull you into his arms. Rubbing your eyes, you sniffled. Trying to figure out why he couldn’t say it. You were for sure he did… And now you weren’t sure of anything.

The door opened slowly, revealing Kylo. His helmet already under one arm. Walking in with heavy strides, he kept his gaze down. Not daring to look at you. Tightening your arms around yourself, you listened to him take off his clothes until he was left only in his underwear. Feeling the bed creak under his weight, he hesitated, before reaching over to you. His touch was light, hovering over you for a heartbeat before he moved against you. Pulling you over so that you were facing him, Kylo touched your face with warm fingers. You shut your eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.” You didn’t open your eyes, but instead, your lips quivered with a sharp breath, and you felt Kylo wrap his arms around you. Burying his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry… I love you so much. I… I froze. I’m sorry.”

Nodding, you turned your head, pressing a sloppy kiss on his lips. Noticing the wetness of his cheeks under your thumb. Kylo ran his fingers over your cheek, and you adjusted yourself so that your head pressed against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat. The warmth of his skin radiating onto yours. Your tears dried, and you focused on the feeling of Kylo running his fingers through your hair. Your hands pressing on his chest your legs intertwined with his. You kissed his chest, settling in. You noticed that Kylo fell asleep first, which surprised you when his chest began to rise and fall with heavy, slow breaths and his fingers became heavy against you. The weight of his arms around you pressing you down, soft snores beginning to vibrate in his throat.

The night was quiet, other than the occasional shuffle of the guards outside, or the quick footsteps of Storm Troopers on Parol. Soon enough, it would be early morning, and time for Kylo to leave you for another day as the leader of the Knights of Ren and apprentice to Snoke. But for now, he was here, with you. Yours, and only yours.

Welcome to Night Vale Booklist

A mix of fiction and nonfiction books connected to the themes and characters of Welcome to Night Vale:

  • Rebels on the Air: An Alternative History of Radio in America 
    • by Jesse Walker
    • “Using lively anecdotes drawn from firsthand interviews, Walker chronicles the story of the unsung heroes of American radio who, despite those barriers, carved out spaces for themselves in the spectrum, sometimes legally and sometimes not.”
  • What If?: Serious Scientific Answers to Absurd Hypothetical Questions
    • by Randall Munroe
    • “Fans of xkcd ask Munroe a lot of strange questions. What if you tried to hit a baseball pitched at 90 percent the speed of light? How fast can you hit a speed bump while driving and live? If there was a robot apocalypse, how long would humanity last?”
  • A Series of Unfortunate Events
    • by Lemony Snicket
    • “A Series of Unfortunate Events…follows the turbulent lives of Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire after their parents’ death in a fire. The children are placed in the custody of a murderous relative, Count Olaf, who attempts to steal their inheritance and, later, orchestrates numerous disasters with the help of his accomplices as the children attempt to flee their clutches.”
  • The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
    • by Douglas Adams
    • “The broad narrative follows the misadventures of the last surviving man, Arthur Dent, following the demolition of the planet Earth by a Vogon constructor fleet to make way for a hyperspace bypass. Dent is rescued from Earth’s destruction by Ford Prefect, a human-like alien writer for the eccentric, electronic travel guide The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, by hitchhiking onto a passing spacecraft.”
  • Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch 
    • by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
    • “So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon—both of whom have lived amongst Earth’s mortals since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyle—are not actually looking forward to the coming Rapture.And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist …”
  • Project Beta: The Story of Paul Bennewitz, National Security, and the Creation of a Modern UFO Myth
    • by Greg Bishop
    • “When he became convinced that the strange lights hovering over the labs and Kirtland Air Force Base signaled the vanguard of an extraterrestrial alien invasion, he began writing TV stations, newspapers, senators – and even President Reagan – to alert them… Air Force investigators paid him a visit, as did Bill Moore, author of the first book on the Roswell incident. Before long Moore…was tapped by a group of intelligence agents and a deal was struck: Moore was to keep tabs on Bennewitz while the Air Force ran a psychological profile and disinformation campaign on the unsuspecting physicist.”

My ars PARADOXICA booklist

♔ A vow to protect you♔ [M]

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Pairing: JinxReader

Genre: Angst;Fluff;Smut

Sum: After being together for 3 years, Jin finally popped the question of marriage proposal. Planning and family gatherings has been occupying you for the last 3 months, but something have always bothered you. Jin seemed stressed and all you could do, is be by his side. The wedding is set before another BTS comeback, and he became more distant around you. Anxiety and self-conscious erupted your mind when he was gone, did he really want to get married?

Epilogue to Close  Fermata Guide

Word count: 3.7k

Triggers: Unprotected sex + Dom!Jin

A/N: I tried something new, I hope you like it. Please let me know, if it gave an effect or not.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 14

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 2.4k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.
A/N: Sorry for taking forever to update this series TT^TT I promise I’ll be focusing on this for the next few weeks!

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer || Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15

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Peter x Reader: Escaping Responsibilities

Anonymous asked: Hi! Can I have a Peter one-shot in Narnia where the reader had a really stressful day and starts crying out of frustration and Peter comforts her? With loooots of fluff and kisses pleeeeease? Thank you! ❤️


(Y/n) nodded a few more times as Lady Avala continued to criticize the decorations in the hall–the decorations that (Y/n) spent all night planning. She excused herself and escaped into the nearest parlor. Her forced grin dropped and tears of frustration streamed down her face. “Who needs her anyway?”

After a few minutes, she heard the door open. (Y/n) immediately wiped her eyes and averted her gaze from the door. “(Y/n), are you in here?”

She didn’t know why, but when she heard Peter’s voice, she ducked underneath the table. She didn’t really want anyone to see her like this. Over something so silly.

“I know you’re in here. I saw you run in here.” She heard his footsteps come closer.

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Dawn Breaks

A/N: I didn’t feel like drawing today but my creativity showed itself in a different form. Here’s a drabble from my Married AU universe :)

“It’s still dark out, you know.”

The black cat glances behind him to see a little red spark floating next to his ear.

“You should be with the kid,” he mutters.

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Take it out on me

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 1,603

You walked in the front door of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Chanyeol, sighing as you kicked your shoes off and dropped your stuff on the floor. “Y/n-ah?” Chanyeol called from your bedroom. You rolled your eyes as you looked at the counter full of dirty dishes in the kitchen, ignoring your boyfriend. He came out of your room with a confused look on his face. When he saw you, he smiled. “Hey, jagi, how was your day?” He asked cheerfully. You scoffed before looking up at him

“Chanyeol, you couldn’t even do the dishes before I got home?” You asked, frustrated with how your day was going. His expression dropped at your tone.

“Y/n… I just got home. Like 5 minutes ago.” He explained as you glared at him. You shook your head and pushed past him to the bedroom. He turned and watched as you closed the door behind you. Once in your room, you changed into a white tank top and light blue fuzzy pajama shorts. You plopped yourself down onto the bed and snuggled into the pile of blankets to take a nap.

When you woke up, you made your way back out into the kitchen to get a drink. You saw that the counter, that was previously covered in dirty dishes, was now cleaned off and all the dishes were clean. You shrugged it off and got yourself a bottle of water out of the fridge. “Hey…” Chanyeol said softly behind you. You turned around and raised your eyebrows at him in response before leaving to the living room. “Jagi, did I do something wrong?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he turned toward you. You stopped in your tracks and took in a deep breath.

“I just want to relax, Chanyeol.” You sighed before trying to continue to the couch. When you took a step forward, Chanyeol grabbed your wrist, spinning you around into him. You gasped as you came in contact with his chest.

“Please tell me what I’m doing wrong.” He whispered, tears building in his eyes. “You’ve been ignoring me for a week, Jagi. Please tell me.” He begged, a tear streaming down his face. You sighed, your heart dropping at the pain you were causing him.

“It’s not you, Chanyeol. It’s me.” You said quietly, looking down to avoid eye contact. He gripped your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

“Talk to me, babe. Please,” his voice cracked as he spoke, “I love you so much. I can’t lose you.” You smiled softly, wiping away his tears with your thumbs.

“I’m not going anywhere, Chanyeol. I’ve just been having a rough time at work. I’m so sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I’ve just been so frustrated at work lately.” You apologized, looking down again. Chanyeol tipped your chin up once again, this time crashing his lips onto yours. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around him as he carried you to your bedroom. He started biting and kissing your neck as he walked. ‘Ch- Chanyeol, W- what are you doing?“ You asked, confused.  

"Take it out on me, baby.” He breathed against your ear, sending chills over your skin. He laid you down on the bed, hovering over you. The light of the moon was just bright enough for you to see the seductive look on your boyfriend’s face. He winked before kissing you and grinding his hips on yours, a moan escaping your lips.

“Chanyeol” You sighed as his hand slid into your shorts. He smirked at your reaction, easily slipping a finger into you.

“Relax, baby. Tonight is all about you.” He whispered, kissing a trail down your neck to the cleavage exposed by your low cut tank top. He pumped his digits in and out of you rhythmically as you arched your back. He bit your stomach over your shirt on his way down your body. You whined when he pulled his fingers away to pull your shorts and panties off. “Shh don’t worry, jagi.” He smirked before pulling you to the edge of the bed so your knees bent over the side.

You sat up on your elbows, looking down at him with confusion. “Chan-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan as your boyfriend dipped his head between your legs, licking you slowly. You gripped the sheets as his tongue drew all of the tension out of your body. The feeling of his tongue swirling around between your legs had you a moaning mess. Moans of his name mixed with explicit words left your mouth as his worked magic on your clit. He hummed into you, sending you over the edge and making you scream his name.

“Keep it up, baby, and all the neighbors will know my name.” He smirked, licking his lips as he climbed back onto the bed, hovering over you. Your eyes were half open as you stared up at him, trying to control your breathing. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before sitting up on his knees and pulling his shirt over his head with a smile on his face. You bit your lip, sliding your hands over his chest as he leaned back down. You could feel the excitement in you building up again as you stared into his dark eyes.

“Oppa,” you said, your breathing returning to normal. Chanyeol smiled at being called oppa by you.

“Yes, beautiful?” He asked, brushing hair away from your face before leaning down and kissing your cheek. He lingered there, making you smile.

“Are you ready?” You asked. He pulled away from your cheek, studying your face for an answer.

“For what?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. You pulled him down for a quick kiss before switching your positions. Smiling down at him, you slowly took your shirt off, tossing it to the side. Chanyeol stared up at you, biting his lip with anticipation. His hands slid up and down your sides before settling at your hips. “You look amazing.” He whispered, not taking his eyes off of you. You smirked, reaching behind yourself to unhook your bra. Once your bra was on the floor, Chanyeol’s hands slid back up your body and stopped before his favorite part. You smiled, knowing he wanted to ask permission to touch them. Leaning down, you kissed him passionately. His hands slid up and down your back as you rolled your hips on him, the friction of his joggers along with his erection driving you wild.

Chanyeol was usually timid in the bedroom, wanting your permission for everything he did. But tonight he was the Chanyeol everyone saw on stage. The Chanyeol who snapped his hips and rolled his body to the songs his band made like he was a stripper. You sat up, taking his hands and placing them on your chest. “I want it rough tonight, oppa.” You whispered with a wink. He raised an eyebrow at your request before sliding one of his hands around to your ass, smacking it loudly. You bit your lip as you jumped at the feeling.

“Oh yeah?” He asked with a smile. You nodded at him, grinding your hips down. He smirked, pulling you up onto his abs before kicking his pants and underwear off with your help. “Ride me, jagi.” He said deeply. You quickly lined yourself up with him, sliding him into you. You closed your eyes at the wonderful feeling, remembering how much you missed it this last week. He groaned in pleasure before gripping your hips tightly, trying to get you to move in any way.

You started bouncing up and down as his fingers pressed harder into your skin. “Jagi,” he barely got out with a strained voice. His hands slid up your back as he sat up, kissing you hard on the lips. He pulled you back down with him, kissing and biting your lips. He smacked your ass once again before rolling over on top of you. “My turn.” He growled, slamming into you. You whimpered, wanting more. He continued snapping his hips into you harder and harder with each thrust.

“Oppa!” You moaned loudly, pulling on his hair as you felt your second orgasm of the night coming on. He smirked, leaning down to suck hickeys into your neck and breasts. “Fuck, Chanyeol.” You breathed, trying to contain yourself, but failing. The intense feeling coursed through your body, stealing all your energy. Shortly after, you felt him bite your shoulder before you felt him  throb inside you, finishing. Before rolling off of you, Chanyeol kissed the bite mark, then your lips.

“I love you, Y/n.” He breathed, staring up at the ceiling. You smiled, rolling over on your tummy.

“I love you too Chanyeol.” You whispered as your eye fluttered, struggling to stay open. He smirked, reaching over and placing his hand on your back. He slowly rubbed it before gently patting your butt.

“Baby, you can always talk to me, okay? I don’t like it when you ignore me.” He explained, worried.

“I know. I was trying not to take it out on you and I thought ignoring you was the best way.” You admitted, regretting your decision to ignore him.

“Just talk to me, jagi. Tell me what’s bothering you and I’ll do anything I can to make it better.” He said, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You scooted closer to him, lying your head on his chest. “Thank you.” You whispered before falling asleep to the sound of his heart beat.

Ghost Lights (Ectober Week 2015)

First off this is my first time writing a fanfic in years! Thank you @kendollkaneki for betaing my story! Enjoy!

“So why are we in a middle of a corn field, eighty miles from town again?” Sam asked Danny, who was in his ghost form hovering over the stalks of corn.

“He heard about some ‘ghost lights’ and wanted to see if they’re a threat,” Tucker replied, doing air quotes around ghost lights.

Danny kept scanning around the field and hovered closer to the other two, “If they do turn out to be a threat I wanna take care of it now before they decide to come to Amity. Besides if we check this out now there’s a higher chance my dad won’t hear about them, and then try to drag the whole family out here. Which is a bad idea.”

“How is that bad if your dad wants to come here?” Sam stopped walking and asked.

Danny lowered himself down to the ground with a sigh. He then said, “Last time he heard about a ghost light, he dragged us to Joplin Missouri. Turns out the ghost light was just headlights from the highway nearby.  So he wanted to capture it, aaand almost got hit by a truck.” Danny was looking down at the ground rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yikes,” both Sam and Tucker said at the same time.

“Yeah. So you see why I don’t want him to find out?” Danny asked as he started flying again.

Sam and Tucker started following again. Tucker the piped up, “Yeah he might run into a combine or a cow.”

“Dude that combine part was not funny,” Sam said as she punched Tucker, who yelled out in pain.

Danny chuckled a little and said, “We also don’t want dad to get in trouble for cow tipping.”

“Cow tipping is not real Danny,” Sam said.

As the three where arguing if cow tipping was real and debating if they should test it out, they didn’t noticed little lights popping out from the corn behind them.

After ten minutes of Sam telling the boys not to tip a cow, they noticed that some light was behind them. Hoping it isn’t a local farmer they turn around.  All three gasp.  Behind them was at least a hundred half dollar size balls of light floating behind them.

“I think we found the ghost lights,” Tucker told the other two.

“You think?” Danny snapped and started to charge up an ectoblast.  As his hand started to glow, all the lights zoomed to Danny.  They knocked him out of the air and on to the ground.

“DANNY!” Sam and Tucker yelled running over.  As they got over Danny stood up and just brushed them off of him.  But they zoomed right back.

Sam and Tucker watched Danny repeat the brushing them off and them attaching themselves back to him a couple more times. “Are they hurting you, Danny?” Sam asked.

“No,” Danny replied, as he brushed them off again, and they reattached. “I think they are cuddling me?”

“Ok, so we need to add ghost lights along with Paulina to what is attracted to Danny Phantom,” Tucker said smiling at his best friend.

Sam and Danny gave Tucker a deadpan look. “They may be attracted to your ectosignature Danny,” Sam told Danny, “Try changing back to see if they will stop cuddling you.”

Danny nodded his head. A ring of light appeared about Danny’s waist and separated, one going up and one going down.  Standing there was Danny Fenton. Danny brushed off the lights again. This time they stayed off of him.

“Ok so they are not a threat,” Danny said looking at the lights hovering around them. “Let’s head home.”

As the three headed back to the Specterspeeder, Tucker said, “Maybe we should call them the Paulina ghost lights.”

“Tucker!” Danny and Sam said as they got back in the speeder and flew off.  Unbeknownst to them the ghost lights hovered for a few minutes and then blinked out one by one.


A week passed, Danny was having a rare night to just relax.  As he was lying on his bed he noticed a light coming from his windows. As he sat up ghost lights started to flow through his windows.  It look like the lights doubled from the last time.

“What?” Danny asked as he stared slacked jaw at the lights, “What do you want?”

The lights then got close together and formed themselves to look like his symbol on his Danny Phantom suit.

“Oh man I need to call Tucker and-“ Danny stopped talking as the lights then formed what looked like a PDA.

Danny just stared and then said, “Sam.” The lights unformed but seemed like they were confused. “Sam likes plants,” Danny told them.  The lights then quickly formed into a rose.

Danny tested a couple of times of saying his name (which they formed his symbol), Tucker’s name (back to the PDA), and Sam’s name (they formed a rose).

“Oh this may be fun.”


The next day Danny told Tucker and Sam to come over he had something to show them.  They came to his house and Danny said, “Quick to my room.”

“What’s the hurry?” Tucker asked.

“They found me last night,” Danny said with an excited grin, “First I was confused but now this is great!”

“Who is they?” Sam asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

“Why,” Danny said, still with a grin.  He opened the door to finish his sentence, “The ghost lights!”

“Dude!” Tucker said as he saw all the lights in Danny’s room.

“Danny I don’t kn-“ Sam stopped talking as the lights formed Danny’s symbol.

“I taught them to form things to symbolize with people!” Danny told. “Maybe I can get them to help me out with chores and homework!”

“Danny you can’t just do that,” Sam said. “Tell him Tucker.” As Sam said Tucker’s name the lights formed a PDA.

“Nice,” Tucker said smiling. “Sam.”

The lights then formed a rose at Sam’s name.

“Ok that is impressive,” Sam said, “Who else did you teach them.”

Danny just smiled bigger, “Jazz.” The lights formed an open book.

“Mom.” The lights moved to form one of the bazookas.

“Dad.” Not surprisingly the lights formed Jack Fenton’s face.

Tucker and Sam starting chucking at Jack’s face. “There is one more,” Danny said with a shit eating grin, “Vlad.”

The lights started to form a new shape that had wings and a beak.

“Is that?” Sam asked looking at the shape, “Toucan Sam?”

Avenging Angel: Part 24

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1484

Warnings: Implied/kinda sorta almost smut

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4 Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11Part 12Part 13Part 14Part 15Part 16Part 17Part 18Part 19Part 20Part 21Part 22 – Part 23

“Dude, you’re so gonna go to prison.” Raphael’s hot breath ghosted across your neck as both of you stared at the computer screen.

“You could too.” You turned your head for the briefest of seconds to toss him a wink before returning to the task at hand. “Partners in crime and all that.”

Once that talk was out of the way, you focused all of your concentration onto the screen again. Lines of code spanned one of your screens and the FBI website was pulled up on the other screen. When your friends had dared you to hack into the FBI database, they hadn’t thought you would be crazy enough to actually do it.

But you could never turn down a challenge.

“Another firewall down like it’s 1989.” So far you hadn’t tripped any warnings, and you were determined to not get caught. It was just too bad that you couldn’t get extra credit for hacking the FBI. You’d think that MIT would encourage challenges like this.

Maybe if you hacked the CIA…

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anonymous asked:

if everyone had instagram how would yata react to finding fushimis profile and seeing his pictures??

Would Fushimi even bother to use Instagram, I feel like he’d find taking pictures and posting them pointless and a bother. Especially if say he gets roped into it because a bunch of the other alphabet boys have one and they want Fushimi to join too so he can see their pictures and Fushimi’s just like Hidaka I don’t give a shit about what you ate for lunch leave me alone. But then he gets coaxed into getting an account anyway and though he doesn’t post often he does occasionally post. He rarely makes any comments to go with his pictures and no matter how often the rest of the alphabet squad tries to engage him in conversation about it or get him to follow their Instagram accounts Fushimi never so much as comments.

So then say post-ROK Fushimi and Yata are in a relationship and living together. One day Fushimi comes home from work and he’s clearly sick but he even so he immediately opens up his laptop and keeps trying to work more, Yata pretty much has to bodily pry him away from it and toss him in the bed so he can rest and recover. Fushimi clicks his tongue and complains but he’s feeling dizzy and weak so he can’t resist much, curling up on the bed and falling asleep with his clothes still on. Yata figures he should go finish dinner at least, he can wrap up Fushimi’s portion in case Fushimi’s feeling better when he wakes up and wants something to eat. As Yata’s returning to the kitchen he notices that Fushimi left his laptop on and Yata figures he may as well as least shut it down for now while Fushimi’s sleeping, even though Fushimi’s always telling Yata not to touch his laptop because Fushimi is convinced that Yata will destroy it somehow. Yata’s like okay I’m just gonna close it, there’s no way I could break it just doing that, but as he’s reaching for the laptop his eyes focus on the image on the screen. As it happens Fushimi wasn’t working when Yata pulled him away, he was finishing something else instead, and right there on Instagram is a picture of Yata himself, fast asleep with his hair a little tousled and his face peaceful, and a hand that’s unmistakeably Fushimi’s brushing gently against his cheek.

For a second Yata’s like what the fuck why is there a picture of me here and then he realizes that it’s Instagram and that the account has Fushimi’s name on it. The only caption on the picture is ‘Misaki’ and it looks like Fushimi only just uploaded it so Yata figures it must have been pretty recent. He’s kinda surprised to see Fushimi even has an Instagram and he can’t deny that he’s super curious about what other pictures are on there. Yata finds himself sitting down in front of the laptop and sorting through Fushimi’s gallery. The thing Yata starts to realize looking at Fushimi’s pictures is that there’s like a distinct progression the further back he goes, like Yata decides to scroll until he gets to the first picture in the gallery and then go forward from there and the very first picture is one taken from some months prior to S1, just a picture of an empty sky and for some reason Yata feels his throat getting tight looking at it. The early pictures are all like that, almost all pictures of scenery and they all look so wide and empty to Yata, like Fushimi just wanted to focus on something hollower than himself. Also mixed in with the sky pictures are occasional little flashes of someone that Yata can only recognize as himself, seen usually from a distance or in motion – a quick flash of red hair off to one side of the photo, a blurred figure skateboarding from across the street and barely seen. There’s also one picture of a darkened night sky and red lights hovering in the air and there’s a distinct air of melancholy about it that makes Yata’s stomach twist a little, remembering that night. The only caption for that photo is ‘he’s dead.’

Then Yata starts to get to the more recent stuff and suddenly he can see how color is slowly seeping into Fushimi’s dull world. There’s more pictures of the alphabet boys at first, Akiyama smiling and holding out a teacup, Gotou and Hidaka laughing in a corner, Benzai looking furtive as he reaches to pet Kuro the cat. And then suddenly there are all these pictures of Yata: Yata smiling to himself as he cooks dinner, Yata asleep on the couch, Yata with an angry posture as he plays a video game, just so many pictures of Yata looking happy and content and all Yata can imagine now is Fushimi sitting there on the couch behind him watching fascinated as Yata cooks dinner, Fushimi lying next to him on the couch and staring at his sleeping face, Fushimi smiling in amusement as Yata curses at another video game. Just all these little moments that Fushimi clearly wanted to capture and hold onto, and suddenly Yata finds himself wiping tears from his eyes and smiling like an idiot because it just makes him so happy, seeing how far Fushimi’s come and how far their relationship has progressed.