i got an extra day off this week and spent it at the beach


Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

Genre: Pure fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Like 2 swear words but that’s it

A/N: Because we all know there was some soppy convincing needed to get Dan to stay in Florida. Inspired by this ask over @nihilist-toothpaste.
I hope you enjoy!!

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Yoongi Scenario: In Heaven.

Request: Can you do me a Yoongi angst/fluf/sad where he kind of neglects you when he’s busy and you two started to drift apart and when you finally had enough, you get into an accident (where you die) and he regrets it (neglecting you) and a few weeks later, he wakes up and he time travelled to the past to change the future? It’s kind of based off of JYJ-In Heaven. xD

Genre: Angst / Romance.

You hadn’t seen the car coming, but then that day you weren’t really there, exhausted and drained you had gone out to see if by walking you could make your brain react. Yoongi had stood you up last night and he hadn’t called, your relationship was coming to a dead point that you didn’t know if you would be able to overcome, no matter how much you loved him. Because you did, you loved that man with such force and you suffered for him in equal measure. The impact was fatal even if it didn’t kill you on spot, everything stopped moving and then your eyes closed shut.

Every time Yoongi went to sleep he remembered that day, you had been surrounded by flowers with a pretty dress on, you had your eyes closed like you were sleeping, Yoongi had kept looking at you, begging you to wake up, but you wouldn’t. The day of your funeral had been a nightmare coming to life, and as Yoongi saw the casket being closed after the final goodbyes he thought he couldn’t even see you one last time, see you, awake, alive, with eyes that stared back at him, he thought that he had pushed you to that direction, and alone you had gone far away from him to a place he couldn’t reach you.

I’m leaving, I’ll come back soon so… No, I, you don’t know how much I love you, don’t you?… I love you.

You had left a message for him that day, Yoongi remembered it well, how would he ever forget? He had listened to the message the night of the accident after the doctors had declared you death, it had been ironic, if he had just picked up his phone, if he just had seen you. But he had had eyes only for his work and that important project of which he was taking part of. The project would impulse him to bigger success, that was his logic for always making you wait, for always putting you second, he thought after the project was done then he would take you out and sort things, he loved you and he wanted to be with you, but his career was going so fast, he thought everything else could wait, that you could wait.

But there was no one waiting for him anymore, there was no one sleeping by his side, waking up next to him, you weren’t there anymore and Yoongi couldn’t accept it. No matter how much time had passed already he couldn’t bring himself to put you behind, even if he had managed to go on with his life, without you everything seemed so empty. It drove him insane.

Yoongi tried to keep going, he thought about quitting his job since he couldn’t stop thinking that if it wasn’t for him being so engrossed on it then everything would have been different. But then it was the routine of work and how mechanical life was turning out to be that he had been able to at least get out of the house. People would stare at him, his neighbors, his friends, everyone knew what had happened, everyone pitied him, everyone murmured about how sad it had been. But Yoongi couldn’t care less about people, the only thing that really mattered was that day, and how he couldn’t do anything.

He lived his life in automatic, the routine guiding him through work and back home where he would crash exhausted thinking of you, of that day and listening to that voice mail over and over again. And then, the next day he’d repeat everything. He still had pictures of your scattered around, most of them you had arranged yourself in his place, you hadn’t moved together formally but you had spent more time in his house than in yours. 

Yoongi had put down the frame of the two of you that before was on his desk at plain sight, he felt like he couldn’t work if he had it there, the comforting feeling that brought him the one he had near his bed was totally different from the guilt he felt with this one. Sometimes it made him think that this had really been his fault, that he could have done much more and that in a way you had died because of him, sometimes it made him think that he should just put an end to his misery.

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Prompto x Fem!Reader: Sun Kissed

This was an accident I swear

*throws self into the Final Fantasy XV fandom*

The sun beats down on you with strokes of heat, a gentle breeze brushing your cheeks and wrapping around the strands of your hair tucked beneath a sun hat. Grinning, you glance around and take in the stunning beach, waves calm enough that guests and visitors alike have headed into the water to cool off while others are playing games and enjoying the festival in it’s full swing.

Oh gosh you can see Chocobos. A line of them waiting by the pier in makeshift stalls for whoever wants to hire them out for the day.

You wriggle your toes inside your sandals, bouncing a little as you try to hold back the excitement swirling inside your stomach. You’ve been on the road with the guys for what feels like forever now, and you can’t even remember the last time you haven’t been reduced to sleeping in a tent or a caravan. Coming to Galdin Quay of all places now feels like going straight from zero to one hundred, but it’s not like you’re going to complain.

“Okay, those extra hunts were definitely worth it.” You turn to see Prompto jogging up to your side, eyes reflecting the same awe you can feel simmering inside yourself. “I think I might just be able to forgive you guys for the impromptu camping trip you forced on us.”

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White Wine Nights

Summary: In which, we expose Lin as a wine mom 

(I really couldn’t think of a better description, I apologize)

Author’s Note: yay, my collab with @hamilbye!!! yes, it did take us that long to decide to write together and yes, it only took us like three days to finish this. We put our amazing brains together and wrote this pretty quickly. 

I love love love working with you, Nat. It was the most fun. I also love love love you. You’re the best. AND you’re very talented. 

Words: 2,138 

Warnings: alcohol/drinking mentions, a curse word or two (I forget), fluff 

An audible sigh escaped you when you stepped off the elevator in your apartment building, taking a right turn to head down the long hallway. Your feet carried you, but protested heavily after the shift you had pulled at your dead-end waitressing job. You were sure you smelled of stale cigarettes and dirty dishes, but at least you had some cash in your pocket. As if that hadn’t been stressful enough, you hadn’t even seen your apartment in about 20 hours due to college classes and familial commitments. It was the week before Spring Break and hectic was the synonym for your life.

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Dex the Cryptid
  • Will’s family didn’t seem off to him until he began going to grade school
  • That’s when he realized most people don’t eat by catching fish with their bare hands, and can only hold their breath for a few minutes tops, not hours like him
  • Normal humans also don’t eat the entire fish? Including the bones? He always thought that was the best part though. Likes the crunch.
  • When he turned 6 his parents finally clued him in on what was up, at a very basic level though. They were what the government and conspiracist theorists named “North Eastern Beach Biters.” (NEBBs for short)
    • Humanoid Cryptids
    • Usually inhabit ocean towns or forests in North Eastern America
    • Have been known to leave large sea animals half shredded and eaten on beaches (sharks, large fish, whales)
    • Short tempered, very dangerous
    • “Biters” comes from their teeth; very sharp, and a lot of them. Use them to shred their prey, or a human that got too close or pissed them off
    • Long tongues that loll out of their mouths when they’re getting ready to attack
    • Eyes that either glow or reflect light
      • This is debated mostly because some pictures only show their eyes “glowling” from the front, while other show them glowing from the side
    • Pale skin
    • Loners
    • Enhanced Sight, night vision
    • Incredibly fast and agile, especially in the water
    • Taller than your average human, usually ranges from 6-8 feet
    • Reports of gills on their neck exist as well
    • Some say they have webbed feet and hands and fingers that extend into claws (theorized that is what they use to shred their bigger prey)
      • (spoiler it’s still their teeth)
    • First encounter surviving incidents often come away with severe bite wounds that will become infected quickly, but survivors usually only have one bite. 
      • Sometimes this happens in the water, and it’s a conspiracy whether it’s a shark bite or a Beach Biter bite. Happens enough where they were named after it.
    • There haven’t been many fatalities attributed to them, but ones that have been often have teeth marks on their bones that forensics aren’t able to identify
  • Will’s parents explain that while some of it is true (the teeth, the eyes, the skin to an extent, that they and their kind reside in the north east, that they sometimes eat large sea animals) and some of it is false (their eyes both glow and reflect light, it depends on how much time they’ve spent int he ocean recently, their kin actually reach 9 feet but they tend to live solely in the ocean once they’re that tall (only the larger have gills), they are pack/group beings)
  • But the important lesson from it, other than knowing his own anatomy, is that they aren’t human, they never will be, but they are trying their best to live among/aside them
  • They don’t explain that all when he’s 6, not all of it. He learns more and more about it over the next few years, how to hide his abnormalities and blend in well enough with the other kids. 
  • They give him the option to either reject human civilization and live as a cryptid his entire life OR continue to live with his family, who are attempting to blend into society

Read more because this is gonna be LONG (which option will Dex choose ooooooo?????) ((Edit: so this is….. like…. over 4k just warning but theres angst and comfort so like, def worth it ;)))

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Good Enough (22)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteenpart sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

“And she’s definitely secure in the car seat?” you asked Sehun, making sure everything was packed up into the bags ready to go home. You were finally allowed to take Nari home from the hospital – exciting but also completely nerve-wrecking. Ever since the doctor had given you the ok, you had been a panicking mess, trying to get everything ready at the hospital and at the palace.

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My Always and Forever

This is my entry for @iwantthedean YouAU challenge.

Characters: RPF Jensen Ackles, Me (Joy), Mentions of the Ackles, Padaleckis, and a few others. Can be read as a reader insert as it is 1st POV

Words: 3105

Warnings: Fluff and angst

A/N: Please remember this is fiction.  No harm was meant to anyone.  This is just where my pen lead me.   Feedback always appreciated.

Forever tags: let me know if you want on or off   @whispersandwhiskerburn  @wi-deangirl77  @smoothdogsgirl  @zombi3gyrl07  @laurenw1025  @ashleymalfoy @iamflanneltrash  @kristaparadowski  @mrswhozeewhatsis  @plaidstiel-wormstache @atc74 

Jensen Ackles is my best friend.

When I was born in Dallas, Texas on March 2, 1978, my crib mate had already been chosen for me.  My mother and Donna Ackles were best friends and coincidentally, next door neighbors.

Being one day older, Jensen, “J”, had declared long ago that he was the boss.  Our mothers always said the competition between us started the day I was born.  He walked first.  I spoke first, “J” being my first word.  From there we tried to outdo each other in everything.  Who could climb higher, run faster, be better.  We pushed each other to be our best.

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Sol 6

Chris Beck x Reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10

Summary: You’re part of the Ares III crew, on sol 6 you’re left behind on Mars with Mark. How will the both of you survive and will Beck ever realise your feelings for him.

Tagged: @thedark-sideofthedark,  @blueblobb, @breathingstops, @all-fandom-feels, @timelordsandgalaxydefenders, @kriscassothegalaxyking, @aj-callaghan, @marzipan-romanoff, @sebbysweaters, @wydari, @i-less-than-three-you

Originally posted by themartian-uk

It was sol 461. Yesterday you had made certain modifications to your rover, NASA genius plan was ‘drill holes in the top and hit it with a rock’ to make a hole. So you had done so which turned out to be harder than you thought with your limited strength. After you and Mark had made a big enough hole you got tarp to add a sort of balloon feature on top of it to make enough space to carry your supplies.

The journey would take one hundred days to get to the MAV, that was 100 days of living in a very confined space with Mark and only getting out for half the day to let the solar panels recharge the rover. You packed up everything you could, you wouldn’t be able to bring your laptop or any personal items because it would add too much unnecessary weight to the MAV launch. Though you could bring it with you for the journey, you would just have to leave it in the rover.

You collected all the photos of the crew you had at the HAB and placed them in your pocket, you had lots of pictures of Beck and of the crew together or in pairs. There were two favourites, one you had taken without Beck knowing when he was laughing at some joke or another and looked directly at the camera. The other was of the whole crew together, it had been taken back on Earth when NASA was getting everyone to do promotional adverts and pictures, a professional and serious one had been taken but you insisted on taking one where everyone was smiling. It looked more real than the official image, there was life in the picture and you had kept it pinned up by your bedside the entire time. You had been scared you would forget their faces and smiles.

The HAB looked different now that you had packed everything away, the place that had been your home for the past year and a half was now open and uninviting. It seemed cold but you almost didn’t want to leave. It was odd, you had spent your entire stay hating it and wishing you could leave but now the time came and you were scared on the unknown.

If anything bad happened out in the rover you couldn’t just go back to the HAB, you would be stuck out there and have nothing to help you through it. If anything went wrong it was most likely that both of you would die, that wasn’t a risk you wanted to take considering the Hermes was already on the way back. You didn’t have a choice.

You came up behind Mark as he signed the wall where he had kept track of the days, he turned and held out the pen to you. You took the red sharpie and spinned it in your fingers for a moment, you hadn’t really written anything since you finished with everyone’s experiments which was months ago. Leaning forward you hovered the pen over the wall, there was a certain sense of finality of signing the wall, something you weren’t sure you could stomach.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm your nerves and pressed the pen down. You scribbled your signature under Mark’s, it was messier than it had been on Earth but still discernibly yours. Scrunching your nose you looked from your signature to Mark, “It’s messy, you think I could do it again.”

Mark huffed a laugh, “C’mon let’s get out of here,” he nudged you and walked away.

You put your helmet on and followed after him with a smirk, “Uh, Mark?”

He spun around to face you, “Yeah?”


It took a moment to sink in but then it clicked, “Space pirate,” Mark grumbled to himself and went back to get his helmet and stuck it on his head.

“Space pirate?” You chuckled as you opened the airlock for the two of you to step into. Since the accident you had felt pretty antsy going in and out of the airlocks on the HAB in case another one tore, and then you wouldn’t be able to go in and out of the HAB.

“Technically Mars is international waters, and since we don’t have explicit permission from NASA to go and commandeer the Ares IIII MAV, we’re space pirates,” Mark explained as you walked over to the rover where everything was attached and rigged up, with rover one reassembled with wheels attached behind, “I claim captain. Captain Blondebeard.”

You snorted at the name, “Alright, Captain. If you get a name so do I,” you said as the two of you clambered into the rover. “How about Major Cooler-Than-You?” you grinned and took off your helmet, getting comfortable in the back of the rover.

Mark scoffed, “You think you’re cooler than me?”

“Hell yeah, leaps and bounds ahead of you in coolness,” you chuckled.

“And so modest as well,” Mark stated dryly, starting up the rover and pulling away from the HAB.

The next hundred days were spent basically the same as the last, you would travel at night while taking turns to drive then get out and sleep for 13 hours while the rover recharged. “What are you gonna do when we first get back to Earth?” Mark asked after about an hours of silence.

You bit your lip as you thought, you had spent so much time just thinking about going home that you hadn’t really thought of what you would do once you got there. “Sleep for a day or two without fear of my house beaching and killing me in the night,” you shrugged.

Mark snorted and glanced back at you, “After that?”

“Go see my family, they’ve been taking care of my dogs whilst I was up here so I guess I’ll get them back. Maybe spend a solid week or two catching up on movies that came out in the last two years that we missed. What about you?”

“See my family I guess,” Mark didn’t sound so sure, “It feels like I can’t remember what I did for fun before we came up here,” he admitted quietly.

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s like you know you had fun and you remember going to bars and seeing people but now it just seems, I don’t know,” you trailed off, making a wild gesture with your hands to try and explain the feeling you couldn’t put into words, “Like it won’t be enough,” you eventually settled on.

Overall, the journey was fine. You couldn’t sleep as easily as Mark did when it was time for the rover to recharge so you took that extra time to make checks to the equipment you had lugged around which had all worked fine.

Sometimes you wandered a little away from the rover whilst Mark slept, not too far but enough to get a sense of some distance. Being cramped in a tiny rover for a hundred days wasn’t the best for your sense of freedom, the planet was covered in sand dunes and hills. Each time you climbed one you were the first person to do it, the first person to have touched this piece of land.

Occasionally you thought you saw a flicker of a shadow in the distance, NASA had found evidence a few decades back of flowing water on Mars they just hadn’t found it yet. If there was water, then there could be life adapted to the harsh conditions, but you hoped that wasn’t true. Whenever you thought you saw something you would start to head your way back to Mark, it was just in you mind. You had been here too long and had begun to see things to make up for the emptiness, you reasoned.

Still, it was hard to shake the feeling of being unsettled, and when you were quieter than usual Mark didn’t question it. So off you set again and again and again, until finally you made it to the Ares IIII landing site. The sight of a MAV sparked a feeling of hope that had been lost long ago, you could actually get back up to the Hermes.

That hope quickly vanished when Mark got a message off NASA saying that the two of you basically had to dismantle the entire MAV and launch into space without windows or the front of a ship. “Are they fucking kidding?” you asked after Mark read out the message.

He slowly shook his head, “Apparently not,” he puffed out his cheeks, “I’m starting to get the feeling that NASA doesn’t like us very much.”

You smiled, “You got that right. Right, let’s do this,” you sighed and put on your space suit, grabbed your tools and got out of the rover. The MAV seemed bigger than you had remembered them to be, Mark pulled the ladder down and let you go first. As you climbed the steps you thought about how you and Mark should have been climbing your own MAV a year and a half ago with the rest of the team.

Inside wasn’t exactly spacious, the entire thing was filled with chairs and control panels. “So how much of it has to go?” you asked as you walked around the MAV.

“Everything except two chairs,” Mark said absently as he turned on the control panel.

“Say what?” you paused. You let out a yelp as the window directly next to you was suddenly ejected at high speed from the craft, you placed a hand over your chest where your heart was beating rapidly. “Jesus, warning next time, Mark?”

Mark had the decency to look sheepish, “Sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine,” you rolled your eyes, “I want to do one,” you said eagerly and leaned over to eject another window, letting out a little laugh as it was propelled away from the MAV. Mark ejected the other window then got out his tools, the two of you began to work at unscrewing all the bolts from the control panels and chairs.

The bolts were already reinforced shut and in your weakened state it became even harder to unscrew and remove everything, you managed to and the ground under the MAV was full of scrap equipment. The hardest was removing the nozzle of the MAV, you and Mark had to climb all the way up and try and push it off the MAV. Which, if you hadn’t guessed, was incredibly hard to do seeing as it weighed more than the two of you combined and was above you.

When you began hooking the tarp into place it finally hit you that you were going to launch into space under a plastic bag, you just had to focus on seeing the crew again, on seeing Beck again.

That final night you were camped out in the rover, Mark was making another log. “NASA keeps telling us that we’ll be the fastest people to ever travel in space. Because they know I like the way that sounds, it’s to distract me from the fact they’re sending us up there under a plastic sheet. Fastest people in all of space travel,” he huffed, “I do like the way that sounds.”

You chuckled to yourself in the back, “God, Mark, you’re such a typical boy.“

“Do you not like the way that sounds?”

“..Maybe,” you admitted.

“Knew it,” Mark said triumphantly.

Lewis had told Beck he would be the one to catch the MAV with you and Mark in it with Vogel as his back up, when they were on the side of the airlock he kept his eyes locked on the planet as if he would be able to see you down there. The MAV would be traveling incredibly fast and it would be hard for him to grab a hold of it, but damn if he wasn’t going to try his absolute best.

“Vogel,” he said quietly and turned off the comms, “If I’m out there and I need another few meters to get them you need to cut the rope,” he said quietly.

Vogel shook his head, “It’s not safe.”

“I don’t care,” Beck said forcefully, “I’m not going to get that close just to lose them again.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Vogel insisted, but Beck knew that when the time came he would do it if he asked. The entire crew needed the two of you back and they would do anything no matter how dangerous to get you back.

It was time to leave the rover and go back to the MAV to take off, everything came down to this moment. Before you put on your suit which was newer than your old one and more bulky, you folded up the two photos you had of the crew that were your favourites. The one of Beck and the one of the whole crew, you studied the images for a minute before you pocketed them. In just an hour or so you would be seeing them again.

Once you were seated in the MAV the whole plan didn’t feel like it would work out. The tarp flapped in the wind and your chair was on the opposite side to Mark’s to even out the weight balance so you couldn’t even look at him or reach out to grip his hand for comfort during the launch.

Martinez would be controlling everything from the Hermes so nothing was in your hands. The comms switched on and the voices of your crew and static all flooded through at once, it was overwhelming.

“Watney, Y/L/N, how are you doing?” came a voice that you recognised as Lewis’, the first voice you had heard other than Mark’s in over a year and half.

“I’m doing okay,” you responded shakily, you heard the crew all cheering on the other side.

The MAV began to rumble beneath you as you prepared for take off, your hands and legs were shaking in nervous anticipation. Everything was in overdrive, you could hear various voices on the comms but couldn’t tune in.





Your eyes filled with tears, after this isolation you would finally be going home. You weren’t going to die. You squeezed your eyes tight shut and clenched your jaw as the MAV took off, you always hated the feeling of launching, it was fine once you got up there but before then it was like hell.

The pressure change put a ton of force on your already weak body, you heard the tarp rip off the top of the MAV before you even left the atmosphere and you struggled to breathe. Focus, you pictured Beck. He was always there for you and made you feel safe, even if you had no chance with him he was your best friend in the whole world. He was able to calm your nerves which was what you desperately needed right now.

Beck was a nervous wreck, this whole rescue was resting on his shoulders. If he didn’t catch you then it would be his fault, once again, that you were gone and left behind for dead.

Through the comms he could hear Lewis trying to talk to you and Mark, he knew that the two of you had probably passed out from the massive amounts of pressure from the lift off but it didn’t stop the horrific feeling in his gut that your body wouldn’t have been able to handle the take off.

Lewis kept trying, just in case one of you woke up, the rest of the team joined in. “Mark? Y/N?” he tried but got no response of either of you.


A/N- so this is a little bit late out but it took a while to write, what do you guys think of this chapter? Let me know, hopefully I’ll have the next part out tonight but I’ll keep you up to date on that. Requests are open <3

Namjoon’s Honeymoon

And now it is time for my lowkey spirit animal, a total cutie who is fucking killing this comeback like the whole staring into the camera all seductively during his part and the v-neck shirts i aM SO INCREDIBLY HERE FOR THOSE FUC K ME U P, Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster aka joon

  • This is going to be part of the wedding series, I’ve done Namjoon’s proposal (here) an alternate version to that is youtuber!Namjoon’s proposal which you can find here, joon’s wedding (here) and husband!joon (here)
  • It isn’t required to read the others, you can v v easily read this without the others but if you want the full story and all the fluffy stuff, you can click any of those links
  • Okay so the original post does feature a bit of father!Namjoon (all of the father related posts are here) I’m not gonna go into too much detail with it since this is about the honeymoon but I am gonna add in a tiny bit of it
  • A honeymoon with Namjoon sounds so fucking cute I’m so ready
  • Saying bye to his lil bby is probably the hardest part bc he is so attached to his bby girl he loves her so incredibly much so having to be away from her is kinda hard but it’s needed
  • You two have been with her every day and it can get stressful sometimes especially when you add a wedding into the mix so both of you are looking forward to that relaxation aspect of a honeymoon
  • She’s staying with his mom during the honeymoon so Namjoon isn’t worried about her but he can’t help but be kinda clingy during the goodbye
  • “Eat lots okay?? Eat your fruit and veggies and take lots of naps and be really really good okay??”
  • “Namjoon she’s spent the night here millions of times I’m your mother, if I can raise you, I can watch her for a few nights”
  • “But my bBY”
  • Once he lectures his mom about all the things bby girl needs (“a bath at seven, a cookie before bed and a huge hug plz don’t forget the last one”) he gives his lil bby the biggest hug ever to exist
  • He squeezes her super tight and tells her he’ll miss her and its really cute to watch tbh bc she’s so lil and he’s so not lil at all and she just rests her head on his shoulder and he’s giving her kisses anywhere he can reach bc he’ll miss her so much
  • The honeymoon would last around 2 weeks bc even though joon would love to spend a solid month relaxing with you, you both admit you’d miss the bby too much
  • I can definitely see Namjoon going for some place with a beautiful beach or at least a nice pool bc he wants to lay out and relax and not have to move all day long and just read his books and talk to you and cuddle on a pool chair
  •  He wouldn’t mind staying in a hotel but if you wanted to rent a lil house for the 2 weeks he’d be A okay with that too bc joon is used to hotels but he understands if you aren’t comfortable with the idea and joon’s goal is to make you happy
  • He would hang around the pool a l o t bc when BTS went to Kota Kinabalu Namjoon looked so fucking happy just lounging around
  • He’d be extra happy if he had you by his side like !!! his bby+a good book+not having to worry about anything=an extremely happy Namjoon
  • And happy!namjoon is the best Namjoon bc he’s such a gem he deserves every ounce of happiness in the world I love happy!joon so much I could easily make an entire post for it bc wo W
  • Like just imagine his lil soft smile when he’s looking at you bc you’re finally reading this one book he’s been bugging you to read for ages and you’ve got the brand new wedding ring on your finger and your legs are all tangled with his and he’s just so s o happy
  • Late night swimming with husband!joon though
  • He’d probably wear these really nice swim trunks that make his thighs do the thing and he’d have his glasses on at first but then he’d randomly suggest swimming
  • He sets all his stuff down and just gets into the pool right after mumbling a “the water looks cool” like he gives you zero time to even respond before he’s in the water
  • He gets you to come swim with him and it’s just you two and he gets all playful and starts a water fight and wants to do handstands in the water
  • But he’s also really calm towards the end and just floats through water and sings the song he’s been writing lately to see what your thoughts are on it
  • Like hi namjoon’s singing is so cute and it’s all soft and lovely and he’d sing to you all the fucking time and it’d be so romantic and cute
  • Namjoon is highkey the type to set up something super fucking romantic like he takes you out all day (shopping or to the beach just something fun) and asks the hotel to set up this cute lil dinner with candles and something yummy
  • And after you two eat he sets up this romantic bath with rose petals and more candles and soft music but then lowkey ends up dropping one of the drinks into the water
  • The both of you just kinda sit there and laugh your asses off bc here’s Namjoon trying to be smooth and he ends up spilling his wine or some shit like of cou rSe
  • But honestly that’s one of the reasons you fell in love with Namjoon so you just kiss his lil cheek and help him drain the water and restart the whole bath idea
  • There would also be some face timing with bby girl and she’d just be chilling eating some grapes and joon is like telling her how much he loves her but she’s used to it so she’s just ‘hey I colored a picture today I think you’d really like it’
  • He would love going shopping in all of the stores bc I feel like he’s the type to collect something from every place he goes to like it can just be a hat or a button but sometimes it’s a painting or some form of furniture (if he re a l ly likes it)
  • He of course brings home a shit ton of shells bc how can he go to a beach and not want to find shells that’s like going to Paris and not trying a croissant
  • But he’d love exploring the lil city and taking late night strolls and he’d adorE calling himself your husband even though he tries to be nonchalant about it
  • Like a cashier sees your rings and asks what your relationship is like are you engaged are they just promise rings is it a wedding ring what’s up
  • So you tell her it’s a wedding ring and that he’s your husband and he literally just starts giggling with a goofy smile on his face and his dimples are popping out like crazy and the woman can easily see how in love he is and she tells you you’ve got a good catch don’t lose him (which you agree to bc Namjoon is a fucking precious human bean who just deserves cuddles and love and happiness)
  • That honestly only makes him giggle even more and we all know how adorable joon’s giggle is like here’s this grown ass man with this deep voice and shoul DERS that just say “I can fuck you up” but then he’s sitting there giggling like a child bc you called him your husband
  • He would just be so :D the entire time and so giggly and happy and he’d keep giving your ring kisses and there’d be cuddles and chilling out it’s a lot of relaxing bc joon is a laidback man and he also just deserves a nice break where he isn’t running after any babies or writing any songs or doing anything but relaxing with his love
Part of Your World

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Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,421
Warnings: none?
A/N: Here it is! The Little Mermaid series! I am so unbelievably excited for this, you guys have no idea! It’s clearly based off the Disney movie but I’ve made some changes lol. I hope you guys like it! Feedback is cool :)

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Title: Waves

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,307

Warning: swearing, implied sexual relations, steamy scene


 -OMG Love savez lives was awesome!!!! Anywayyy i got a request! Could you a Dean x reader where reader is crowleys daughter (Dean knows) and When Crowley finds out… You can chose the rest cause i have no creativity:)

-How about a one shot where Dean and the reader go to the beach for the day, and they just have loads of fun and it’s really romantic and fluffy? Love the blog!

-Hey! Ok so first off I LOVE ur blog it’s amazing and your Sam fic was awesome!! I was just wondering if you could do a Dean one? I don’t care what it’s about I just love Dean lolXD Keep up the great work you’re awesome:) :)

A/N: So i haven’t written a fic in months, whoops, so I decided to make my big return with a Dean fic. Enjoy, my loves!!

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Sea of Love

Notes: Silly fluff, set right after Small Potatoes. 

The biggest thank you to the wonderful, @therobbinsnest!!

Word count: 3079

“Faster,” Scully yelled while gasping for air.

“I’m going as fast as I can,” Mulder panted, beads of sweat on his forehead.

“I’m almost there, are you coming?” she yelled as she checked up on him.

“Not so loud, you’ll draw attention,” he hissed.

“Just come,” she hissed back.

“Right here,” he suddenly said into her ear.

Mulder was now inches from Scully’s side and he quickly grabbed her hand while they ran as fast as they could through the dark forest. This was not how he’d imagined their first real date.

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The Lady & The Shark


Put on your tin-foil hats and buckle up for a ride to Crazy Town, folks. I admit this one is out there.


In late July of 1974, a 13-year-old girl walking her dog in the dunes outside of Provincetown, MA, followed her beagle into a stand of stunted pines, and nearly stepped on the badly decomposed body of a young woman. For a time, the inconclusive investigation into her death gripped all of New England.

An attempt had been made to remove her head, probably with the blade of a shovel, but the decapitation had been unsuccessful. The killer had better luck taking off her hands, which were never found. Several teeth had also been removed, all part of an effort, one presumes, to make her impossible to identify. Her jeans and a blue bandana had been folded and placed beneath her head.

The press dubbed her the Lady of the Dunes and at the time of this writing, over 40 years later, no one has ever claimed her. She remains without a name or a history. Her killer has never been identified.

Much has been written about the Lady of the Dunes and I won’t bother to recap four decades of investigative work here. Deborah Halber dug about as deep into her story as anyone has ever gone in her book The Skeleton Crew: How Amateur Sleuths are Solving America’s Coldest Cases. I recommend it to anyone interested in the granular details of the Lady and also for readers of true crime in general.

For now, though, accept that to this day there are only a limited number of established facts. We know about the blue bandana and the Wrangler jeans. We know she was between the ages of 25 and 49 years old… although 30 seems a particularly good bet. She had expensive dental work. Her hair was auburn or red. She was fit, 145 pounds, and when she was discovered her hair was in a ponytail, captured by a holder with gold sparkles in it. There have been several attempts to reconstruct what she looked like. Here’s one of the most recent efforts:

That’s it. That’s what we know for sure. Everything else is conjecture. And in all the time since her death not one person has stepped forward to say, “I saw her. I met her a few weeks before she was found. I can tell you her name.”

But what if we’ve all seen her? What if she’s been in front of us for decades and we just never noticed?

Who’s in the mood for a ghost story?

Yeah. Okay.

So let’s talk about JAWS.


JAWS was filmed in Martha’s Vineyard in the summer of 1974. It was a famously challenging production; originally scheduled for 50 days of shooting, it took over 120 days to complete, and was continuously teetering on the edge of disaster. The work was worth it - it is the summer movie by which all other summer movies are judged. (The story of how the film got made is a fascinating narrative in its own right. Carl Gottlieb’s The JAWS Log is probably the single best recounting of those hot, desperate days on the beaches of Edgartown, MA)

It’s also my favorite movie. Nothing else is even close. It’s a story I’ve returned to again and again. I think I was nine the first time I saw it, on laserdisc, a format which predated VHS and DVD (God, I loved those big silver platters!). I’ve seen it at least once, almost every single year, ever since. I’m sure I’ve viewed the picture 25+ times. I can recite the lines in much the way a tent revival preacher can recite long passages of the Bible.

And yet I had never seen it on the big screen until this summer. In June, JAWS was unleashed on theaters once more to celebrate its 40th anniversary. Naturally, predictably, maybe inevitably, I was there. For the first time I saw the picture the way it was meant to be seen. On the big screen, baby, that shark’s mouth is just about wide enough to ride a bicycle into it.

I was watching in my usual tranced out state of dreamy pleasure… and then, suddenly, found myself half-lunging out of my seat, prickling with gooseflesh.

Now understand, I had only just finished reading The Skeleton Crew a few weeks before. The Lady of the Dunes is in many ways the centerpiece of the book, and unlike the other crimes Mrs. Halber explores, it remains infuriatingly unsolved. After finishing the book, I had spent a few minutes online, acquainting myself with the latest details… and studying the recreation of the Lady’s face.

And now, suddenly, impossibly, there she was… life-size and looking over her shoulder at me. There for a moment in a busy crowd scene, and then gone.

I settled back into my seat and after my pulse returned to normal, I was able to enjoy the film. By the time I got home I had mostly talked myself into believing I had fantasized the whole thing. Just to be sure, I queued up the scene in question my DVD and rewatched it, to see if my eye would find her once more. But no. At least on the 15″ screen of my MacBook Pro, at 11 at night, I was unable to spot her a second time.

But the thought wouldn’t leave me that my unconscious mind had, in fact, latched into something. In the weeks that followed I talked to several friends about what I had seen (or thought I saw). Finally, I broached the subject with an FBI agent I know socially. I expected a good bit of teasing. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and said, “You know, it might be worth going forward with your theory. There might be something in it. Odder ideas have cracked colder cases.”

With this modest encouragement, I watched the film yet again, going over the sequence in question on a big screen TV, frame-by-frame, with @VoodooDarling as an extra set of eyes.

@VoodooDarling saw her before I did.

Here’s that recreation of the Lady of the Dunes again.

And here’s a crowd scene that appears 54 minutes and 2 seconds into JAWS.

Is that her? On the left?

Isn’t it?

Let’s take a closer look.

Blue bandana. About 30. Fit, 145 pounds. I don’t believe those are Wrangler jeans, but a lady presumably owns more than one pair of jeans.

Is the Lady of the Dunes in JAWS?




I admit its pretty goddamn wild speculation. And yet…

And yet.

Let’s go a little further down this very dim, very narrow alley of fantastic conjecture.

It is impossible to say with complete precision when they filmed the “July 4th - Crowd Arrives” sequence, which is where this shot appears. But we know it was almost certainly shot in June, because they filmed all the “on island” scenes they could early. The water was too cold for swimming, and the malfunctioning shark wasn’t ready for the “at sea” material until late July.

We also know the Lady of the Dunes was alive in June and that the filming of JAWS was a big deal locally. Lots of folks turned up to try and get a peek at the stars, or the shark, or to see if they could sneak into a shot.

The geography works too. Martha’s Vineyard is a short hop from Provincetown. It would be no surprise at all if a girl summering on the Cape decided to take a few days to explore the Vineyard… especially with the added bait of celebrity to draw her in.

Of course this is far from being even vaguely conclusive. The girl in my isolated frame of JAWS wears a blue bandana, but what of it? In the next sequence, on the busy beach, there are half a dozen women wearing blue bandanas. It must’ve been the style. Furthermore, it sure would be nice if her hair was in a ponytail, looped with a holder that has gold thread in it. But her hair is loose. It would be great if those were Wrangler jeans, but my Google Fu suggests they aren’t.

Here’s all we really have: an extra who bears a startling resemblance to a girl who turned up dead, some coincidences of time and geography, and a writer of horror stories who has a “feeling.”

Not exactly case closed, huh?


I create fiction for a living and I am always my own first audience. Telling stories to myself (especially ghost stories) has been my great pleasure - and compulsion - since childhood.

I am under no illusions about the situation here. I was watching JAWS, under the influence of The Skeleton Crew, and my subconscious invented an exciting little story about the Lady of the Dunes on the spot. It was so good, I persuaded myself it might be true.

It IS a helluva what-if, isn’t it? What if the young murder victim no one has ever been able to identify has been seen by hundreds of millions of people in a beloved summer classic and they didn’t even know they were looking at her? What if the ghost of the Lady of the Dunes haunts JAWS?

I know: to believe an extra glimpsed in JAWS is the verysame woman killed outside of Provincetown is a leap into the extreme hypothetical. That said, before her death, this woman had a life, and some of that life was spent on the Cape during the summer of JAWS. The odds are long that the Lady of the Dunes appears in the picture… but maybe not unimaginably long.

I turn this possibility over to the greatest puzzle solving instrument humans have ever created: the Internet. Give JAWS another watch. Look for the Lady.

Did you spend the summer of 1974 on the Cape or on the Vineyard? Were you in JAWS? Who else was there, the day they captured you on camera? Who did you talk to between shots? What do you remember?

This woman does not have a name:

Does this one?

Never Think | Luke

a/n: In which everything is cliche and kinda fluffy. Also this was going to be all in one but then I decided to split it in two so :)  
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Ashton had always played the role of the protective older brother; he’d defended you against the two boys who’d picked on you when you were 7, he’d been there to stare down the boy who’d taken you on your first date, and he’d been there to hold your hair back and swear revenge on whoever had given you that extra tequila shot the first time you were a total drunk write off.

As a result, you always trusted him to be honest when you asked for advice, and you always knew to expect him to get a little irrational when it came to boys. Which is why you spent so long contemplating whether or not he was the right person to ask about your current – particularly complex, given the circumstances – boy situation.

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You’re not sorry lll

Imagine Kozik cheating on you and you running away

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After some time you learned they called themselves “The Sugar Girls”. You’ve learned a lot of stuff with them;good and bad things. You still weren’t used to people calling you Raven, or to have been lying about your whole life up until this point but you had your reasons and you were hoping that if any of the girls found out, you would be understood. You had nothing on you; you’ve sold your cellphone, helping you and Melissa, your roommate, to pay the first month; and your car was abandoned in a lot, getting rusty and dusty. being sold by the piece; you had nothing.

Mrs. Lane gave everyone a sweet deal in exchange of the girls working in there; It wasn’t fancy like Diosa, but the dance was really good, and you had a roof on top of your head, you had your pay day  and the tips were better. As long as you worked the nights of  the days you got, you could do everything you wanted at the day light. You spent most of the time asleep, or staring at the slightly pale shadow of your wedding ring in your finger. What used to be there, the promise of endless love, was gone now.  You have been wanting to call Darla, tell her you were alright and that you were good somewhere near Tacoma, but either she will try to talk you out of this nonsense or she would call Kozik for him to find you. You were alright just were you were no one kicking your heart, no one telling you what to do; just you and your Sugar girls.

A week had passed since you last saw Kozik; but you wouldn’t know, since every connection with your past had been erased from your life. It was still hard; but you tried not to think about it too much; because if you did you would cry. 

“Raven…” Melissa called, handing you tonight’s outfit. It was your very first solo performance, being content before with being in a chorus and only dancing on the stage, in the darker part. “Are you ready?” 

She was the coolest girl ever. She kind of remind you of Darla for some reason; she was kind, and she loved to drink her panties off, from what you’ve learned she had a kid up down in Texas where her mother was taking care of it; Melissa told them she worked at a gas station and sent money every week. It looked like you weren’t the only one living a double life. You nodded, getting up and trying on the red and studded bikini you were supposed to wear this night. She fixed a few things, making it more flattering for you, and you smiled to each other.

“You’re really good at this…” 

“My mother is a tailor.” She said, writing some things down in the notebook. “Mrs. Lane gives me extra money if i do the outfits for the stage; So it helps me and Kenny down in Texas.” She sighed staring at nothing “It’s a good life.” 

You looked at her, sad expression on your face. “Yeah…it is.” 

Herman could hear his heart beating in his head as Happy punched him once again; opening a wound in his cheek bone, cutting his flesh as blood started to pour out. Both men were breathless, shirtless, finishing each others off in the ring, at Herman’s request. It was a way to calm him down. Clay and Jax kept staring at them, while Bobby was up in the ring, smoking a cigarette.

“When did she left?” Jax asked, without taking his eyes off the fight.

“It’s been a week. We called Quinn and nothing. Donnut’s old lady doesn’t know anything, either.” Clay said, taking a drag from his big cigar. 

“Juice found anything?” 

“Her cellphones dead. The license plate appears missing on the system; wherever she is, she’s walking.” 

Jax sighed, thinking for a minute what he would do if his old lady went missing like that. “I mean…we’ve all been there, done that…” the Vice president confessed. Clay nodded, crossing his arms. 

“Yeah; this one actually has balls.” Kozik smashed his fist into Happy’s jaw, throwing him against the robes, with a pretty nasty cut on his eyebrow, too. Clay rolled his eyes and got up. “Bobby, break them off.” Him, along with Jax left the room, as Bobby pushed Herman away from Happy. 

Both men rested against the robes, trying to catch his breath. Bobby sighed and shook his head, slapping Kozik’s shoulder. “We got all charts looking for her, brother…” The blonde one looked down as Bobby got off the ring. “We’ll find her.” In a matter of seconds, it was only Happy and Kozik on the ring, no one around. Happy rubbed his face and sighed, sitting on the edge of the ring, his feet hanging on the side of it. Herman took himself a few minutes but did it too. 

They sat down in silence for a couple of minutes before someone said anything; Herman, of course, breaking the silence. 

“I don’t even know why I did it…” He shook his head, looking down.

“You were thinking with your dick.” Happy said. “You wouldn’t hurt her. We didn’t knew she was here.” 

“Still…I’m worried.” Your old man, said, getting off the ring and standing in front of Happy. “A lot of people want my head in a plate; If she’s alone, with no brother near…” Happy motioned for him to shut up; after all you were his best friend, like a sister to him. 

“The Sons are looking for her. She’s a big girl…she can take care of herself, brother.” Kozik nodded, as he played with the ring on her pants pocket, eager for you to wear it again. 

Since your real name wasn’t Raven, you decided it was the one you were wearing as a stripper. Raven Delight; because according to Melissa, or Felicia Hot, you needed a stripper last name, at least. Your hands were sweating and you were so nervous you were afraid you wouldn’t hold on to the pole and fall flat on your ass. The glitter all over your body was starting to get itchy and your make up was falling due to your sweat but you were ready. Normally, it will take quite a lot of time to throw a rookie to the stage, but you were a fast learn and you needed the cash.

You danced your night away to the beat of “High by the beach” by Lana Del Rey. You walked the cat walk and jumped to the pole, in a classic way, sliding down ever so slowly, making everyone’s jaw drop. La Jungla was the perfect place for lost girls trying to find a family, and you needed one. The strip club was small and it was really hot inside, making everyone sweat. You swayed your hips to the slow beat, and it was fresh for all the costumers, being used to the quick beats and cheap dances; You agreed on stripping and dancing on the stage, but you were going to do it your own way. 

As the big finale, lacking all of your clothes, you slide down to the ground, spreading your legs and doing a split, while the lights went off and the whole crowd erupted in cheers and hugs, as you felt the money being thrown at you. Your roommates were cheering too, jumping up and down from the side of the stage as they saw you get on your knees lifting all the green. You smiled at them as Melissa raised two thumbs up, while Mrs. Lane smirked from her desk, smoking a big joint. 

The kutte on his back reads “SAMMAY”; his name was Lost Boy; His actual name was Francis but Lost Boy seemed a better fitted name for a Son from Maywood. He looked at you, squinting his eyes while his cigarette burned down to ashes, on top of the wood table of La Jungla. 

“Rocky…” He spoke, low voice. The named Rocky turned around at him, following his gaze. “Could it be her?”


“SAMCRO, that old lady…” Rocky looked again and stared back at Lost Boy. “Look at her…” Rocky denied.

“I don’t think so..” he said, but then smirked, lust in his eyes. “I can check for ink if you want.” Lost Boy smiled at him, showing his gold teeth and shaking his head as he got out his prepay, dialing a single number. As he did, you were already hugging your new found sisters, while excited holding your money, too excited you didn’t noticed the bunch of kuttes with the reaper on. 

“Bobby? Lost Boy from SAMMAY…” He took a long drag of his cigarette. “Yeah; I think we’ve got something for you.” 

Creepypasta #821: Below Hell

Length: Super long

I fell.

I fell for a very long time.


I was 13, my brother Andrew was only 12. I know part of him hated hanging out with his sister, at least that’s what he told his friends. But despite having to quite literally drag him along on some of our adventures, once it was just the two of us alone in the woods he never seemed to mind being my friend. 

We found the cave about a week before while chasing imaginary bandits through the woods, but knew we weren’t prepared enough to explore it and planned to come back the next weekend. We were adventurous, but careful enough to know that exploring a cave without proper equipment was a bad idea.

During that week we decided to name our new discovery. After some back and forth we finally settled on Dead Man’s Gourch. We weren’t actually sure “gourch” was a word or how to spell it, but it sounded like something we had heard a western. Plus, we thought it would sound cool when we told our friends about it.

The next Saturday we arrived at Dead Man’s Gourch bright and early. At around one. Because our mom made hotdogs for lunch and we didn’t want to miss that. We were prepared, though. Boots, flashlights, our bike helmets, gloves, rope, and more extra batteries than we thought we could ever use. We had told our mom the general area we’d be in, but conveniently left out the cave. We figured if she had to come looking for us, she’d find the cave and put two and two together.

Andrew and I had a great time exploring Dead Man’s Gourch together. We truly did. It seems like only yesterday that we were helping each other over rocks and picking our way between the stalagmites, our laughs echoing off the walls of the cave. We were so stupid, so reckless. The kind of reckless that only unsupervised children can be. 

We had just finished perilously balancing across a downed column and squeezing through a narrow hole when we found what some might call the cave’s “great room”. And in the center of it was an equally great hole. If I had known the word at the time I would have called it a chasm. To us at the time it was like a massive wound torn open in the floor of the cave and extending part way up the walls.

We had to get closer.

Careful observation wth our flashlights revealed nothing else of note in this chamber, so we slowly crept forward to inspect the hole. We were giddy with excitement. We spent twenty or so minutes just tossing rocks into it. Finally we decided to sacrifice one of our extra flashlights in the name of exploration. We stared in quiet awe as it’s pitiful light winked out below us, never seeming to reach a bottom. We’d need our other lights to make it out of the cave and the room had been cleared of most small rocks, so we decided that it was high time we head home. The promise of dinner was enough to drive our decision making at the time.

Andrew was waiting for me at the entrance to the chamber, but I lingered for just a moment at the edge of the chasm, still enthralled and soaking in one last look. As I got up to leave, something went wrong. I was doomed by an untied shoelace.

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Dog days (Part 1 of 2)

Character: Sam x reader

Summary: A spell causes the younger Winchester to be turned into a dog and you take care of him until you find a solution. And you hope, maybe even after that.

Words: around 3.7k

Warnings: Hell of a lotta awkwardness, it’s kinda adorable tho

“Doctrines of the Middle East and Africa during the medieval times“

“The witchcraft of the 19th & 20th century- The modern ways of bewitching“

“No gods, no glory- Deities: their origin & impact on our society.“

You groaned loudly, rolling your eyes. You’ve been sitting inside the bunker the entire week, you couldn’t even tell if it was dark or bright outside.

Losing track of daytime is familiar to you, as well as not knowing how many pots of coffee you’ve already had. You were pretty sure that you couldn’t even smell yourself anymore, which was good because you didn’t wanna know.

You could handle all that, but bad God-puns when you were practically on the verge of hallucinating due to the lack of sleep? That was one hell of a nope.

Eventually, you took the books out of the shelf you were standing in front of and they landed on the table surface with a loud bump. You sat down and let out a whine of frustration, lying back in your wooden chair, the solid material hurting your strained back even further.

You leant your head back and closed your eyes for a second, thinking about good times.

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smutty prompt for my drunk princess: felicity not letting oliver go down on her till he trims his stubble :P <3

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this was written really quickly, so it’s probably full of mistakes. What can I say, I got in the zone and I really wanted to post it :) hope you like it!

Beard Burn

“Really? C’mon ‘licity.” He murmured against the soft flesh of her thighs, trailing his fingers up and down the sides.

“Oliver, no! I still got beard burn from yesterday! You really need a trim, that scratching flipping hurts! You don’t even wanna know how much Vaseline it took for me to just be able to walk.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her knee and smirked a little. It was true, he had done a number on her the night before and he was kinda proud of the marks he’d left behind. But, he didn’t want to hurt her either. He ran delicate fingers over the skin of her inner thighs. It was red and a little irritated, the scratches getting worse the closer his fingers trailed to her center. He could feel himself straining against his pants. Putting a foot on his shoulder, she pushed him away from her. He let out a moan that sounded like something between a grunt and whining.

“Alright, Alright! I’ll go shave.” He said as he got up from the bed. Felicity licked her lips at the sight. A tanned, shirtless and scruffy Oliver with his belt hanging loose around his hips. His pants slipping off little by little, light blue boxers peeking out from under his jeans, the deep v carved in his abdomen demanding to be touched.

He walked to the edge of the bed and pulled her up, long fingers carding through her hair, thumb running over her swollen lips before he leaned down to kiss her. Her delicate fingers trailed along the ridges of his abs and down to the alluring v. He hissed against her lips as her small hand moved to cup him through his jeans while the other moved around him squeeze his ass. Letting his own hands roam over her body, he pulled down the cups of her strapless bra and palmed her breasts, thumbs flicking over the pebbled flesh of her nipples. She moaned. Loudly.

“Go.” She breathed in his ear, placing her hand against his chest, gently pushing him away.

Oliver straightened his back, putting his hands on his hips, looking down on her as she sat on the bed, smirking.

“Don’t move.” He said, sprinting into the bathroom adjoining their room. Felicity chuckled and tossed her damp, frizzy hair over one shoulder. She reached behind her to unhook the clasps of her bra, casually tossing it to the side and shimmying out of her summer dress. She scooted back on the bed, stretching out on her side, waiting for her new husband to return to her side.

It had been two weeks since the wedding. Two wonderful –you could say orgasmic—weeks on the Bahamas. They spent long days on the private beach their little cottage came with, enjoyed the beautiful view from their bed as the sun rose, and went on discovering the islands most secluded waterfalls. Felicity chuckled as she heard Oliver rummaging around in the bathroom, cursing under his breath as he knocked something over.

And then he was there, leaning against the doorframe, gloriously naked. She saw his sharp intake of breath as his gaze moved over her equally naked body. Felicity smirked and beckoned him towards her, her hand falling over his cheek when he got in reach.

“Smooth like a baby’s bottom.” She chuckled, turning so she was lying on her back, Oliver hovering over her. He leaned down to kiss her, fingers fluttering down her side. He didn’t say anything, just let his lips move from hers to her cheek, the shell of her ear, his tongue darting out to tease her before moving to nibble on her earlobe and kissing his way down her throat, paying extra attention to the particularly erogenous spot. He lips moved across her collarbones and down the valley between her breasts, paying good attention to both of them. Felicity was a trembling mess when his tongue flicked across her hipbone. Her hands hanging onto his hair for dear life, fingernails scratching his scalp.

Gently easing her legs apart, mindful of the stinging redness, he pressed his lips to her core, his tongue teasing, lapping at her juices, swirling around her sensitive little nub. She keened, arching her back off the bed, pulling at his hair and wrapping her legs around his back, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Oliver, please.” She panted, gasping in shock and pleasure as he plunged two long fingers deep inside of her, stroking her walls while his thumb moved over her clit. Oliver’s soft skin against her thighs was a whole new experience for her. He’d always had some amount of stubble, never had he been this clean shaven before. It was wonderful, not that the stubble wasn’t mind-blowing as well.

The heat in her belly stared growing, her walls twitching with Oliver’s fingers as he curled them inside of her. She was left gasping for air, coming undone around her husband’s fingers. She felt like she was going to explode into a million pieces as he rode her through her orgasm, prolonging it as long he could. If this had been the end of her life, she would have been fine with it cause hell it was a good way to go.

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And Hawaii Was Our Sandbox

Request: Can you do a nate mololey blurb of where u guys are traveling different country together as a couple where u can make up the story from there, and u might not have time to do this request which is totally fine I luv ur blog girl ur the best have a nice day😘.

A/N: Thank you so much for your request. (: It turned out to be a little bit longer than a blurb, but if you guys want to read the shortened version/blurb, just simply scroll down to where the blockquote is seen. I really hope you guys like it, haha. Any thoughts or comments are much appreciated - good or bad!


Hawaii was on the top of our list. Even though it’ll be my first time ever going to the island, it’ll actually be Nate’s second time. A couple months ago, he and his big group of friends went there to film some content for the Challenge app, and ever since, he’s been wishing to go back and begging me to go with him. After weeks of trying to convince me, I finally agreed to it. He was ecstatic!

“You’re going to love it there, (Y/N),” Nate said while packing his attire in my suitcase. He was too excited to even notice it, but with each clothing he put in my luggage, I transferred it to his while he continued to babble on. “The water is amazing, nothing like the waters here in California. Trust me. The ocean waves are sick, too! And I can finally teach you how to surf. Fuck, I’m so excited. We can go surfing, cliff diving, boat riding, and all that fun stuff I did last time I was there.” He walks up to me and indulges me in a tight hug. “It’s going to be sooo amazing.”

“Whatever you say, babe,” I chuckled.

The next morning.

“Today is officially our first day here!” Nate exclaimed as a sigh of relief rushed over him.

Although we had arrived last night, we used the free time to relax around the hotel and get familiar with the surrounding. The hotel was beautifully set up. Once you’re inside, you’re greeted by the nicest workers ever, getting you “lei’d” for the first time. If you walk even further into the building, you can see the gorgeous, clear Hawaii beach in the back from the open windows that were meant as walls. The actual walls, however, were decorated with engraved carvings of what the many things that represented Hawaii - flowers, ocean waves, and its culture and history just flourished amongst the structure.

He stood up tall and pulled at the straps of his backpack. “You ready, lil mama?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” you replied, bringing your tote bag over your shoulder. “So you haven’t told me yet. What are we doing whir we’re here?”

He gave me the biggest and brightest smile, but still no indication as to what he had planned for today. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” He winked. And in a blink of an eye, I was being yanked by him by a 5-year-old who wanted nothing more than to run and play in the sandbox, and Hawaii was our sandbox.

The vacation was filled with fun and day-exhausting activities. We started the trip off by simply going to the beach. He was right, it was nothing like the California waters. The beaches here were clean, crystal clear, and our toes were visible, even when we went further in! The waves were much bigger in Hawaii, but it still managed to stay calm on the most perfect times such as the evening when the sun starts to set slowly on the horizon by the second. Colors of red, yellow, purple, pink, blue - everything, you name it - glistened throughout the sky and reflected on the sea.

On other days, we’d get lost and he’d refuse to take directions from other people, but nevertheless, we always arrived to our destination.

Towards the middle of our vacation, he made sure we set out extra early in the morning one day. Placed in the deep forest of Hawaii lies a phenomenal waterfall that takes 4 hours to get there, meaning 8 hours in total would be wasted with just walking, but the time was never wasted at all. At least I didn’t think so. Those 8 hours were moments that I cherish because for every second I spent with him was a memory I never wanted to forget. We got to know each other more. I didn’t think that was possible after having been with him for over two years now, but it was. We told one another secrets that we’ve never told anyone else before, and we also let out the ones we had against each other.

“Hmm, let’s see what else. Oh, yeah! Don’t get mad… But I accidentally dropped your toothbrush in the toilet once, but I replaced it with a new one,” he laughed nervously. I gasped at the discovery, but let him slide. Right after, I told him that I used to foolishly use his underwear as a slingshot from time to time. I get bored when I’m over at his place sometimes, what can I say?

We spent the trip goofing around, sightseeing, relaxing by the beach, going deep into the sea to a place where waters are rarely touched, snorkeling, swimming with a school of fishes, diving with dolphins, and more than anyone could possibly imagine.

“We’ll come back again,” he told me while looking down the gorgeous oceans of Hawaii from up above a peak. And just like that, we trekked back to our car and headed our way to the inevitable bittersweet goodbye of the beautiful island.

High School Love Story (Tayvin AU)

Chapter 1 

Summer, the time for freedom and fun and the chance to find new love. Summer is the time you meet people from out of state who are on vacation or even from out of the country. Taylor was on vacation in LA for her father’s company annual conference, although he was always busy working instead of being with her and her brother. However, summer had been the time for a new relationship for Taylor even though she’d sworn at the beginning of the summer that she would never fall for another guy in the entire world. This summer had been the summer where she’d met and fallen in love with Adam Wiles, a upmarket boy studying at the prestigious Boarding School in New York but in LA for the summer to lifeguard as his family lives and works in LA. At least that was what he told Taylor when they spent the summer together but that wasn’t entirely true. Sure he was entitled and he had a bit of worth to his name but he wasn’t going to a boarding school in New York. He was going to the local high school, on the basketball team and trying not to fail all his subjects. School and Adam just don’t get on and he hated going but thankfully he really only had one more year to go and then it would all be over and he could go do whatever he wanted. Adam had no real plans of what to do with his life after high school he just knew that he wanted it all to be over with and he wanted it to be done soon. The summer spent with Taylor though was one of the best summers of his entire life and honestly he would rather spend time with her than have to go back to school. But sadly the summer did end and they went their separate ways. They said that they’d try and stay in contact but then again they were living in different parts of a huge country and Adam was sure that Taylor would forget about him and he should probably forget about her – he didn’t want to though.

Although they’d gone their separate ways at the end of the summer, Taylor and Adam were going to get to see each other sooner than they both thought. Taylor’s parents had officially moved to LA for the next couple of years as her father’s business needed him out here more permanently than before. Taylor’s parents had enrolled her in the local high school to where they were living and it was the same high school that Adam was going to even though neither were aware at the time.
“Taylor, don’t forget you’ve got tutoring with the Andersons after school today?” Andrea said before handing Taylor her lunch and giving her a kiss goodbye. She didn’t have a car here yet so she would be taking the bus which was alright with her, she’d meet new people this way she was sure.
“Yes Mom, tell daddy I love him and I’ll see you guys later” Taylor said before making her way out the front door. She was always very determined to be the good girl in her family and make her parents proud which is why she studies so hard to get straight a’s in all her subjects and she tutors some of the neighbourhood kids. She’d started in the summer and since they were staying in LA for at least the next year she’d arranged to make it a more permanent thing. It gave her the chance to make a bit of money of her own and well she loved children so it was the kind of thing she actually loved doing.

Adam leant on the hood of his car, talking with the other boys and some of their girlfriends before the first day of the new school year commenced. It was the final first day of the school year for him considering that he was a senior now. He was captain of the basketball team so he was one of the popular kids, not as big as football players but still the Basketball was rather important in the school. He didn’t have a girlfriend but he didn’t really want one after spending the summer with Taylor as he was still hurting in the fact he’d had to let her go but that was life and Adam had to deal with it of course.
“Cheer up mate, it’s the first day. You can’t be depressed over school before it’s even started” Charlie said as he sat down next to Adam. Charlie had heard about Taylor and could see that his best friend was hurting but he was the only guy who knew about her. Adam hadn’t told any of the other guys and only told Charlie because they’d been talking over the break and well Adam had been so happy that Charlie had to know the reason why.
“It’s alright, I just wish summer wasn’t over as the ending kind of sucked” Adam remarked before the bell rang and everyone rushed inside. There was never the real urgency to get to home room as there was on the first day. Adam thought it was the fact that it was a fresh start and everyone was excited to see everyone else before everything got really busy.
“Well we’re in the final year now, before we know it things will all be over and we can just live our lives” Mark, another one of Adam’s friends remarked in the break from making out with his girlfriend. Adam was kind of jealous of mark right now considering Mark got a girl by his side and Adam didn’t. But it was in that moment when he looked across the carpark that he saw that familiar head of blonde hair, the hair that could only belong to one girl – Taylor. What is she doing here? I thought she was going back to Tennessee Adam thought doing a double take across the carpark at the blonde haired girl walking with a group of other girls in their year. It made no sense to see Taylor walking into the school yet Adam had to fight the urge to go and talk to her, after all she did break his heart whilst he broke hers.


Adam found Taylor in the halls after Home Room, she was walking with Cara who was one of the most popular girls in school and happened to be the biggest bitch to everyone else outside of her friendship gang. Adam didn’t want Taylor hanging around with her because he was worried that she’d change but he’d not spoken to her yet and he wasn’t even sure that Taylor knew that he even went here. But how he was wrong, Taylor had heard all about Adam and seen in when she was walking into school this morning so she knew that he’d lied to her about some school in New York even when he knew how much she dreamed of going. Besides the fact that he’d not even come over to talk to her and she was sure that he’d seen her already walking with the girls in the hall considering she’d felt his eyes on her. Since they spent the whole summer together, she could tell when he was looking at her even when she wasn’t looking at him or if they were out separately but in the same place, she had the habit of feeling his eyes on her. The girls she hung out with were lovely though and she was glad to have some people helping her out on the first day in the new school even when they talked about things she wasn’t really into.

“You’re awfully quiet? Is everything ok?” Ellie asked as they sat down for lunch, Ellie was one of the first girls to talk to Taylor when she arrived at the school and she was the one who brought Taylor into the group.
“I just, it turns out people aren’t always like they seem in the holidays…I’ve seen someone here who I spent summer with and well I’m discovering now that he’s nothing like he was when we were together over the summer”
“Darling no-one is like who they are in the summer when they’re at school, I know I’m most certainly not” Cara interrupted and Taylor nodded but it still didn’t make sense considering that she was generally the same person over the summer and at school.
“What’s his name?” Karlie asked, she was another girl within the group and Taylor looked at her hands awkwardly
“Adam, Adam Wiles” Taylor explained the girls all looked between themselves with a concerned look on their face. It was like they knew exactly who Taylor was talking about.
“I’ll tell you right now, you’re better off without him. You do not want to be going to get yourself involved in his mess of a life.
“Look out world, he’s walking over now” Cara said and Taylor stood up to talk to him, slightly away from the girls considering that whatever she and Adam spoke about, the girls would interrupt.

Adam stood in front of Taylor with the boys behind him, they were in the cafeteria for lunch and yet it felt like they were in their own little world. Adam wanted to take back what he had said and done in the past couple of weeks, he wanted to take back their break up. But with the boys behind him, he couldn’t been seen like a sudden wimp all because of a girl.
“Hey Taylor, I thought you….ah ha, I mean you must be the new girl” Adam remarked looking back at the boys. Taylor looked up at him and couldn’t tell why he was being like this, he knew who she was and had said her name, yet she was “the new girl” to him with the boys.
“Some boarding school in New York then, Hi Adam” Taylor said but Adam just shook his head, trying to act all cool but knowing that she’s hurt that he lied to her, considering that he didn’t want her thinking that he was really some low life who only lifeguarded at the beach this summer to be able to earn some extra money and admire girls.
“Boarding Schools were never my thing, but you know if you need someone else to keep you warm at night, just let me know”
“Yeah scamper away Wiles, she doesn’t need a douche like you” Ellie said drawing Taylor back to the table, Adam was nothing like he was at summer now and Taylor didn’t know how to talk to him any more. They had the best talks over the summer and they had the best time together yet here they were and it was like Adam was a completely different guy to the one Taylor had known over the summer.

So this was just a little something that I've been working on over the past couple of weeks. I had an idea late at night a couple of weeks ago and well I've liked where my brainstorming was going so i decided it was time for me to post it up for you all to read. Don’t worry there will be other one shots but for now Learning What True Love Feels like is on the back burner as i’m stuck for inspiration for that story at the moment. However i hope you enjoy this one :)