i know it was a detour pairing but it was nice while it lasted

Sickly

Originally posted by iwanrheonbabe

Summary -  Hey !! Can you do a Ramsay x reader , where the reader is sick and he takes care of her because when they are together he is really sweet ?

Pairing - Ramsay Bolton X Female Reader 

WordCount -  1,61

Requested by-  Anon

Warnings - Strong Language,


As your eyes fluttered open you instantly regretted it. Your head felt heavy, your body ached, your nose was stuffed and your throat felt like someone had stuck a hot metal pole down into your throat. You felt horrendous. On top of that you felt hot and clammy and considering outside snow flurried past your window it was not good. You attempted to get out of bed to begin your daily duties yet as soon as you sat up your head spun, groaning you held your head in your hands to try and get it to stop spinning yet no matter how hard you tried you failed. Feeling a warm hand on your bare shoulder you wanted to flinch at the contact but you didn’t want to offend the person. Offending him if you were a stranger was deadly but if you were to offend him you’d hurt him and that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“My love, is everything alright?” Ramsay questioned.  You shook your head. There was no point in trying to lie to Ramsay, he could see through you like air was invisible.

“I feel terrible. Everything hurts and ache’s. My throat feels like a wildfire. I feel like a wildfire.” Ramsay moved behind you wrapping his arms around you, slipping you between his legs in-case you were to collapse. It was true you were burning up, Ramsay hated seeing you in any sort of distress so he was frantic to think of something anything to make you feel better even if it was a temporary solution.

“Perhaps some fresh air might help. We could take a slow walk around the compound before breakfast.” You would have preferred to spend the day in bed, having the opportunity to rest up yet your feelings were juxtaposed. While you would have preferred to stay in bed, the idea of taking a nice slow walk with Ramsay around the courtyard did sound blissful. While you despised informing Ramsay that was right, he was right perhaps going for a walk could help clear your nasal passage and make breathing a lot easier.

“You know I hate it when you come up with an interesting proposition. Unless it’s targeted at other people then your proposition’s are always correct and precise.”  Ramsay kissed your temple tenderly, he was in fear that if he had kissed you any harder it might cause you some sort of pain or discomfort.

“Love, I am always right when it comes to you. You are just too stubborn to acknowledge so. If you would like, perhaps you could use one of my shirts if you like if you find your dress to be too constricting.” Ramsay ran his right hand through your hair, certain strands were damp from sweat.

“As tempting as that sounds, I have no pantaloons and what would people think. Lord Bolton son’s partner too uncouth like to wear a dress. I doubt your Father would approve of the notion either.” Ramsay growled when he heard you mention the gossipers that roamed the street. Ramsay did not care what they said nor did he care for what his Father thought. On the front of Ramsay’s mind was getting you well and caring for you. Everything he did relate to you in some way, he wanted to be successful so he could provide for you. He wanted to give you the most luxurious clothes and the finest wines, he wanted a place for you to watch your children grow up in a place that was secure. Ramsay didn’t care for anyone else’s opinion. Only yours. That was the way it would remain.

“Love I don’t give a fuck what those gossipers say nor do I care what my Father thinks. You are unwell and your comfort means the most to me. So I’m going to get you one of my shirts and I believe I have some pantaloons that might fit you and then we’re going to enjoy a walk together to try and relieve some of your symptoms.” Ramsay reluctantly got out of the comforts of your shared bed so he could begin the day of taking care of his Queen. You walked alongside quietly with Ramsay at your side. He had definitely been right on this occasion. The cold air had dramatically improved your temperature and you did feel slightly better. Did that mean you had completely abandoned the idea of resting in bed, of course not? But since Ramsay had been so kind and caring you desired to spend the time resting in bed with him as your company. Hopefully Ramsay would agree because you beginning to get tormented by the people who had taken to staring at you. Hopefully you were the only one who had noticed. As everyone was well aware a furious Ramsay was not a nice Ramsay.

“Would you all mind stop staring at Y/N? The next person who glimpses at her I will make your life a living hell! I will make you want death!” Ramsay yelled, the people were interrupted from going on about their daily business some bowed their head instantly, there was one who was defiant, there always had to be one.

“What are ya going to do about it? You’re nothing but a bastard. Didn’t ya Father tell ya a bastard is below everyone including us common folk.” Once Ramsay’s hand left yours you knew he was in for trouble. 

“How dare you insult me especially in front of Y/N? Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you for disrespecting me! For disrespecting Y/N. Your going to beg and plead that I kill you. Love, do you mind if we take a detour to my personal cellars?” Ramsay was furious, he wanted respect, he deserved respect. He could not stand people who were disrespectful towards.

“Of course my love, only if you promise once you’ve finished having fun. We can return to our chambers for the rest of the day.” Ramsay noticed how pale you had become, while he was concerned he couldn’t rush over to you which is what he desperately wanted to do, instead Ramsay took your hand and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckle, chuckling as he pointed a knife towards the man.

“Guards grab this man and take him to my personal cellar. I have decided to make other plans. Inform everyone that I will be taking the rest of the day and the foreseeable future until Y/N is fully recuperated. I no longer wish to see her sickly. I am at my best whenever she is at my side of full health. If anyone disagrees with my idea. Then throw them into the cellar with this man. Until, then I don’t want to be disturbed.” Ramsay began to retreat his and your steps until Ramsay reached his chambers with full intention to take care of you until you got better.

anonymous asked:

Kuromahi swimming together in which kuro is a lot more ripped than mahi thought snd now sunshine boy cant stop staring❤️ thank you dear❤️❤️

KuroMahi {17: Swimming Together}


“I’m back, Kuro! You can go change now.” Mahiru leaned over Kuro who was laying on the beach blanket. He opened his eyes briefly before closing his eyes again with a small protest that it was too hot to move. They decided to go to the beach for the day and Mahiru told him to watch their stuff while he changed. Unfortunately, he already made himself comfortable under the beach umbrella and was drifting off by the time Mahiru returned.

“It’s your turn to change, Kuro. I’ll watch our things now. Wait, before you go, give me your jacket. Seriously, how did you not swelter to death in that things while you were waiting for me?” Mahiru held out his hands expectantly and Kuro shrugged off his jacket with a sigh. He didn’t like beaches but Mahiru looked so excited about going that he had to agree.

“I said that I would come with you but don’t think you can drag me into the water. Cats hate water.” Kuro dropped his jacket into Mahiru’s arms. He watched Kuro leave with a small, satisfied smile because he knew that it was miracle that he could drag him so far from their home. After Kuro was out of sight, Mahiru folded his jacket carefully and placed it inside a bag so it wouldn’t get covered in sand.

Mahiru waited for Kuro to return and he watched the waves. He wondered if he could tempt Kuro into playing in the water with him. Though, he would be satisfied if they did something as simple as build a sandcastle together because he only needed to be with Kuro to be happy. But he thought that it would be good to take him outside and into the sun every once in a while.

As he was lost in thought, something cold pressed against his cheek. Mahiru jumped a little and looked up to see Kuro standing over beside him. Any words Mahiru had were caught in his throat when he saw him. Kuro noticed him gaping at him but only pressed the cone of shaved ice into his hand. “You don’t need to look so shocked that I got you a cone. It’s orange flavoured.”

“Orange is my favourite colour, not food, but thank you,” Mahiru chuckled and Kuro shrugged.

“Well, they don’t have hamburger flavoured snow cones and, if they did, they’ll taste disgusting. If you don’t want it, I’ll just eat both.” At his words, Mahiru quickly took the cone from him. The smile he gave him was well worth the small detour to buy it. Kuro sat next to him on the beach blanket and noticed that Mahiru’s face was a little red. He reached over and touched his cheek. “Hey, you okay? You’re not getting a heatstroke, are you?”

“I’m okay!” Mahiru assured him and pulled away from him slightly. He covered his cheeks with his own hands so Kuro wouldn’t see his flushed face. He knew that he couldn’t tell Kuro the true reason he was blushing so much. His eyes darted around but they would always end up staring at Kuro’s broad shoulders. He knew that Kuro was strong but he didn’t expect him to be so well defined.

“Are you sure?” Kuro asked and Mahiru felt guilty for making him worried. He tried to hide how flustered he was under an excited smile. Mahiru stood and took his hands to pull him to his feet. Despite his slight reluctance, Kuro let him drag him towards the water.

“I’m finished eating so let’s go swim. Going to the beach will be a waste if we don’t go into the water. I brought a pool tube so you can just float if you don’t feel like swimming.” Mahiru sighed contently when he stepped into the cold water. It took his mind off Kuro for a moment but it didn’t last long before he turned back to him. Kuro had the expression of a bored child as he floated in the water. He chuckled and swam after him. “Don’t go off too far, Kuro!”

“Tell the sea that. I’m not controlling this thing.” Kuro said. He knew how to swim but it was tiring so he let the waves take him wherever they wanted, trusting that Mahiru wouldn’t let him go too far. The soothing rhythm of the sea almost made him drift off to sleep. He became fully awake when Mahiru stopped in front of him and hanged onto the pool tube. He was breathing heavily but he still beamed a smile at him.

“I caught you!” Mahiru said but then he realized how close they were. He could count the individual water droplets clinging onto his lean muscles. Considering how lazy Kuro could be, Mahiru was surprised by how well-built he was. He could feel himself blush so he tried to focus on Kuro’s eyes. “I said you could float but be careful not to drift off too far.”

“It’s fine.” Kuro waved away his concern with a small laugh. Mahiru always fretted over him but he knew that it came from a place of love and kindness. He noticed that Mahiru’s skin was tinted red again and wondered if he was getting sun burnt. He touched his arm and kept his touch light in case it was a sun burn. “Did you remember to put on sunscreen? You’re getting red.”

“Really, I’m okay.” Mahiru said as quickly as his heart was racing. He tried not to be overly conscious of Kuro but he couldn’t stop himself from staring when they were so close. Kuro didn’t even seem to be conscious of how he affected him so he said nervously. “It’s just…”

“Yeah?” Kuro leaned closer to him to see his expression. That only seemed to make him blush more and he pressed his forehead against the pool tube to hide his face.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to make my heart explode because…” Mahiru looked up at him finally. He made a vague gesture his hands and Kuro raised a brow at him. Oh God, he was going to make him say it out loud, wasn’t he? “I always thought that you were beautiful and strong but I didn’t expect… for you to look so good… in your bathing suit… Stop grinning like that, Kuro!”

“You look good too.” Kuro chuckled when he saw Mahiru’s shy blush. He had to wonder how someone as wonderful and pure as Mahiru could exist and wanted to tease him. Mahiru gasped when Kuro suddenly let go of the pool tube and sank under the water. Thinking that he was drowning, Mahiru tried to swim after him.

Underwater, Kuro took his arm and pulled him closer to kiss him. At first, Mahiru gasped but then Kuro quickly covered his mouth with his own so he wouldn’t swallow water. He made sure to keep the kiss brief, mindful that Mahiru was human and needed air. Even though he wanted to continue holding Mahiru underwater, he took him back to the surface.

“Kuro, you could’ve made us drown!” Mahiru yelled once he could breath again. His heart was beating wildly and he clung onto Kuro’s shoulders to keep himself from submerging again. He wasn’t certain what took away his breath more, being under water or the kiss.

“I wouldn’t let you drown.” Kuro held him securely and rested his forehead against his. “I thought that the water would cool you off. Need another trip?”

“Stop it, Kuro! It’s not fair what you do to my heart sometimes.” Mahiru blushed but Kuro continue to smile.

“You’re one to talk when you make my heart race every day.” Kuro kissed his nose. “You’re too cute all the time so it’s nice to know that I can make you flustered every once in a while.”

“Once in a while?” Mahiru giggled and corrected him softly. “All the time, silly. I just couldn’t hide it this time.”


Underwater kisses look really romantic in movies but try to keep them brief if you try it irl because air is a thing you need.

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Home away from home.

Fandom: Harry Potter 
Pairing: Muggle!James x Lily

Lily almost didn’t notice the small cafe, tucked away on a busy London street. The rain had come as a surprise on her way back from university, and she was caught in the middle of it with no umbrella. Hurriedly, she sloshed through the puddles, pulling her hood further down to shield her face. Then she saw it from the corner of her eye. Turning around, she stood in front of the cafe, admiring it in all its glory. Its teal painted, wooden exterior was completed with a large divided window with decorative potted plants clustered below it, thriving in the recent change of weather. Reaching for the door knob, she twisted it and stepped inside to be greeted by a wave of warmth. Wiping her soggy feet on the doormat, she slipped off her hood revealing her deep red hair. Inside the exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves holding books of all genres and colours. Mismatched armchairs were littered around the room in small groups, occupied by friends huddling together over warm beverages, having conversations lit by fairy lights dangled from the ceiling.

 Lily stepped onto the wood floor, wet shoes leaving footprints behind them, and ambled her way towards the back of the cafe where a tall boy with noticeably messy, black hair stood behind a counter. Within a closer proximity, lily could see that he managed a deadpan expression with every word he spoke. While she was examining the chalkboard menu that hung behind him, he grumbled something that sounded along the lines of a ‘how can I help you?’ and lily wondered if he was breaking records for just how reluctant to actually follow through with that offer he looked. Skimming over the wide variety of beverages, her eyes came to a stop at a drink she was delighted to see. 
“Can I have a salted caramel tea, please?”
Gaining his attention, the boy looked up and for a moment lily was sure his eyes softened at the sight of her, but then he quickly casted his gaze back down and proceeded to make her order. Subconsciously, she tapped her foot along to the beat of a quietly played song, coming from a record player which had been dismissed into a corner. Lily recognised it as not something up and coming, but from the memories of her childhood instead. This, and the fact that she could hear someone humming along brought a nostalgic feeling and a happy smile to her face.  But when she turned her attention back to the bedraggled boy making her tea, she discovered that it was infact him humming over the bubbling of the kettle. How could such a miserable git have such good music taste? Lily found it infuriating so she ceased her foot tapping and furrowed her brow, fighting her sudden desire to like him. He placed her steamy drink on the counter, an absent-minded look in his eyes hidden behind fogged glassed as she slid him her money and took her drink in search for a chair.

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daddy's little princess

description: luke’s a bad boy, you’re the priests daughter with a good girl reputation. Who knew it’d be so easy for Luke to corrupt you…

warnings: so basically you’re calling luke daddy and fucking him in church so yeah


Every week was the same. Wake up, get dressed in a sensible outfit, and pretend that you didn’t hate your life. You used to love your life, you were your daddy’s little girl and everyone knew you as a good girl as your father the was church priest. Rarely had you ever acted out, always obedient to your parents demands. But ever since Luke Hemmings had come back from boarding school a foot taller and a black ring in his lip, you had realized that maybe you were missing out. For the last 4 months you had been lusting after the broad boy, fantasizing of him holding you close, kissing you roughly, his thick long cock thrusting inside of you as you screamed his name. Except the problem was you were a good girl. No boy would look twice at you because they assumed you were a virginal prude. They were wrong, you had fucked an older boy from church who had moved away a year ago.

Your father had warned you to stay away from Luke, always saying “that Hemmings boy is trouble, I don’t want my sweet daughter anywhere near him.” He’d go on to say what Luke had said during confession to him and although your fathers intent was to make you disgusted with Luke, it only made you want him more. There was something about the idea of a bad boy and a good little girl that appealed to you. For some reason you just couldn’t get that thought out of you head.

Often times you’d catch yourself staring at Luke from across the church pew in his dark pants and tight button up, the top buttons undone to expose his toned chest. He would be lazily playing with his lip ring with his tongue, sending blissful fantasies in your mind. Imagining his tongue on you, bringing you to the brink -but no. That wouldn’t ever happen. You knew Luke had no interest in you, the only interaction the two of you had was when he’d notice you staring at him and he’d send a wink. Sometimes you would catch his ocean eyes on you, but you assumed he just wasn’t paying attention. There was no way a boy like Luke would ever want you.

That Sunday you put on a black skirt that hit about mid thigh, with a tight top that if you pulled it down enough, showed the perfect amount of your ample cleavage. You finished it off with a pair of thigh high socks. Before heading downstairs, you applied a dark red lipstick to your lips. Truth be told, you knew your mom wouldn’t be too pleased with your outfit, but it was the most defiant thing you’d done in years so you decided it’d be okay.

On the way to the church, your mom put up a bit of a fuss about your outfit as you expected, but eventually you let it go. That was relieving. You needed to show Luke you weren’t as good as he thought. When it was time for the teenagers to meet, you planned on hiking up your skirt and tugging down your top. This was phase one in operation seduce Luke.

The sermon was oddly ironic, as your father had chosen the topic of abstinence. The whole time you sent Luke glances, keeping eye contact when he’d notice. One particular time, he caught your eye as you had been playing with the top of you thigh high sock. When he saw that, you noticed him shifting visibly, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. It seems that Luke had a thing for thigh highs, things were going smoothly already.

When you were finally dismissed to go to the youth class, you made a detour to the bathroom. Once there, you hiked up your skirt, and revealed more of your breasts. This made you feel empowered and suddenly very confident. Just as you finished touching up your lipstick, you heard the main doors to the bathroom swing open. Before you could turn around to see who it was, there was a sharp click of the lock shutting.

“Reds a nice colour on you babe,” came a low voice. Successfully hiding your surprise, you turned around and met Lukes gaze. He was looking you up and down appreciatively, a smirk on his face.

“This is a girls bathroom,” you reminded him, causally running hand through your dark as if his presence didn’t bother you in the slightest.

“You know y/n, I had always had this hunch that you weren’t as innocent as people thought,” Luke began, slowly moving closer to you. “Today proved it. Did you think it was funny to tease me like that?” By now he was inches away from you, backing you up into the wall. He grabbed your hand, holding them up on the wall above you, trapping you in place.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” you said innocently, biting your lips. Luke let out a groan at that, pressing his body against yours.

“Oh princess, don’t play these games with me. You knew exactly what you were doing. Now you’re going to be punished for it,” Luke snapped, his voice raspy. The tall boys lips were barely brushing against yours as he spoke, sending a rush through you, and you sighed softly. He slowly started grinding against you, and you could feel his cock stiffen slightly against you. “I’m going to teach you not to tease daddy.”

A whimper escaped you. Roughly, Luke turned you around so your front was against the cool tiled wall. He stood flush to you, his mouth brushing against your neck.

“Daddy,” you whispered, and you felt his member harden a bit more. “I’ve been so naughty.”

Luke threw his head back with a groan, grabbing you so you were bent over facing the wall. Lifting up your skirt to reveal your lacy black panties, he placed his hands on your ass, his thumb rubbing slow circles on the skin.

“Did you wear these just for daddy?” Luke asked. You nodded. “Use your words princess. Let daddy hear you.”

“Yes daddy, I wore them for you!” You called out.

“Princess, you deserve five spankings. I want you to count them out loud for me, do yo understand?”

“Yes daddy.” Luke sensual way of speaking sent pleasure straight to your core. You knew you were already soaked.

“Get ready princess.” You could feel his hot breath as he murmured into your ear. A shiver ran down your spine as you waited in anticipation. Suddenly, his large hand made contact with your ass, a loud smack filling the silent room. You let out a cry.

“One!” Another hit. “Two!”

“You seem to be enjoying your punishment Princess, aren’t you,” Luke inquired, massaging your ass.

“Yes daddy I am,” you let out, stuttering slightly. Luke let out a low chuckled, before swinging his hand back then letting it collide with your backside. You let out another moan.

“Three!” You almost yelled.

“Two more babygirl, you’re doing so good. Daddy is so proud of you.” By this time, your arousal was dripping down your leg, and you knew Luke could tell.

Another smack.

“Four!”

The last hit was more forceful than all the other combined, yet you felt on top of the world from the throbbing skin. You knew that there’d be a imprint of Lukes hand on your ass, the thought of that just getting your more flustered.

“FIVE!” you screamed.

“Very good Princess, you did amazing. I think you deserve a reward,” Luke praised you. He reached up and slowly tugged down your skirt, and you stepped out of it. Off came your shirt, the flimsy material fluttering to the floor. For a moment Luke stood there, taking in the lacy black bra holding your large breasts up.

“While I find them very sexy,” Luke said, his hands finding the clasp. “I think I’d much rather prefer what’s underneath.” He expertly undid the clasp, slowly removing the straps off you arms. The bra landed on the floor, his hands replacing it, his thumbs running over your nipples.

“Daddy please,” you whined, desperate for more.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he marvelled, sliding his hands down your body. They reached you the top of your panties, and pulled them down, leaving you only in your thigh highs. “Get ready for your reward Princess.”

Luke got down on his knees, spreading your legs apart with his large hands. He kissed up your thighs, sucking and nibbling as he traveled upwards, surely leaving marks in its place. As he got closer, your breathing became laboured as you waited for him to make his next move. He blew warm air onto your clit, causing you to lace your fingers through his messy blond hair. Slowly, his tongue darted out, brushing against your clit. He started moving his tongue against you, moving up and down and side to side, before circling his tongue around it. Biting your lip, you held in your sounds of pleasure. Then he plunged his tongue it, causing you to lose all control. The room was filled with you whimpers and moans, as you tugged on his hair causing him to let out another groan. He sucked on your clit before going back to his previous
movements and you could feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach building up.

“Daddy,” you cried, tugging harder on his hard, receiving another sound of desire. “I’m close daddy!”

This seemed to encourage Luke, as he slipped a finger inside of you, his other hand holding your hips back as they started bucking. His movements increased and with a cry you reached your peak, crying out as Luke continued as your rode out your high. Luke peppered your face in kisses, finally meeting your lips with his. You could taste yourself on his lips, but you didn’t care as your lips moved frantically together.

“You did so well Princess,” Luke said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. His hands trailed down to the top of your thigh highs, fingering the soft material of them.

“Daddy,” you whined, running your hand over the front of his dress pants. If his cock wasn’t already completely hard before, it was now. “I want you inside me please!”

“Oh Princess, you don’t need to ask twice.” You started unbuttoning the rest of this shirt before letting it slip off his broad shoulders and onto the floor. You admired his lean body, slowly kissing down his chest until you reached the top of his pants, his length straining against the tight material. Unzipping them, you slid his pants down his legs leaving him only in his boxers. Even concealed by thin fabric you could tell his cock was huge. Luke saw you gulp and let out a chuckle.

“Oh Princess, just you wait,” Luke said lazily, stroking your hair. You slid down his boxers, his thick cock springing out. It was huge. You felt heat run through your body. Never before had you ever wanted anything so bad.

“Oh daddy I need you now,” you begged, reaching out to his cock. You took it in your hand, rubbing your thumb against the tip. “Please fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Please daddy!”

“Get ready Princess,” Luke whispered, a cocky tone to his voice. He led you over to the sinks, bending you over the counter. “I’m going to make you mind baby.”

You felt his tip brush against your entrance, and you moaned. Slowly he slid in, stretching you.

“Oh Princess,” he moaned out. “You’re so tight. Fuck baby.”

He pulled out slightly, before slamming back in, receiving a cry from you. Thrusting hard, he whispered in your ear.

“You’re such a dirty girl, fucking me in a church like this. What would your father say if he knew I had you bent over the sink, at my mercy as I slam into your tight wet pussy?” Luke smacked your ass. “Cmon baby, let me hear you!”

“Oh daddy,” you replied, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Faster daddy please. I’m so close.”

“Hold on Princess,” Luke commanded, speeding up. The sound of your skin slapping together joined the symphony of moans filling the room. “Wait for daddy Princess, don’t come yet.”

Once again, you could feel your orgasm nearing, building up, getting closer and closer. Whimpering as Luke slammed into you, brushing against your g spot, you let out a cry.

“Daddy please,” you begged, nearing tears. You needed to cum now, the need for a release so desperate.

“Let go babygirl,” Luke shouted. As you reached your eye, screaming out his name over and over, you felt him release into you, as he moaned louder than ever.

After you both came down from your highs, Luke slid out of you, pulling you close to him. He placed his lips on your temple, running a hand up and down your back.

“You did so well Princess. That was amazing babygirl,” Luke praised you, his voice tired. You just nodded, too tired to even respond. After awhile of standing there, wrapped in his strong arms, he let you go. “It’s almost time to go home Princess, I should let you make yourself appear like a good little girl again. Can’t have anyone knowing what their little angels been up too.”

Luke pulled on his clothes, now rumpled. He ran a hand through his messy, sweaty hair. You continued to stand there, staring at the beautiful boy.

“I need to go confess of my sins,” he told you with a wink. “See you next week Princess.”

With that he walked out, leaving you still naked. The shock of what just happened hadn’t left you, but you looked forward to next week, anticipating what’d happen next.

‘the dream lab’ | yoongi

Words: 14k
Genre: Slice of Life–mentions of depression, suicide, mental illness (warnings: profanity because yoongi)
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Notes: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and I wanted to make it worthwhile if I did. It’s an accumulation of many feelings I’ve had, many of the things I’ve experienced but still haven’t fixed. But I guess that’s just life. Please give me feedback or comments! I dedicate this to @itsrainingmin for being a phenomenal writer, and also rooting me on throughout this whole thing! Thank you for being you, always. 
**gif found through weheartit with no name. Let me know so i can credit.



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People tried to convince you that you were good. Good at speaking. Good at writing. Good at art. Good at socializing. Good at caring. Good at smiling. You weren’t quite sure how to feel about those words. They often floated in your murky cloud of thoughts as if to give you some kind of consolation. That you may possibly amount to something in your life. Yet, on long midnight walks where there was only the scent of vulnerability and the chill of air, did you really feel it all meant nothing. Words were words. Unless you really felt them did they really mean anything.

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On shipping and subtext: Why the question of “canon” is not always black and white

Well, it’s been a long time since my last long meta, but this one’s been niggling at me for a while. Basically, I want to clarify a few things… so I’m taking advantage of my recently acquired degree in media studies to discuss the importance of recognizing multiple levels of subtext.

I ship Kirk/Spock. It is a prestigious, if controversial, pairing. They are the Grandfathers of Slash, the couple that launched the first thousand fanfics, and I don’t just ship them in the tongue-in-cheek, wouldn’t-it-be-nice way I ship, say, Drarry or Mollstrade; I believe there is definite homoerotic subtext there, in the original source material. This kind of assertion tends to provoke a lot of genuine outrage from certain Trekkies who insist that Kirk and Spock are “just friends” (though I would argue that even if their relationship is purely platonic, Kirk and Spock are certainly not “just” anything!). These people will often roll their eyes and launch into tirades about how we pesky slashers are forcing spurious sexual interpretations onto the most innocent of friendships in service of our own fantasies.

And even though I find the anger and dogmatism with which some Trekkies shout “NO HOMO” to be both unreasonable and revealing, I’m not actually insisting that Kirk and Spock’s relationship is canonically sexual. In fact, I think some of these naysayers are missing the point re: what subtext actually means.

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A Mile In His Hoodie

This mostly came from a random discussion with @xladymalice and as a personal resolution to put more of my work on tumblr.  The biggest inspo was from @ravi-0-li-nsfw and their Clotheswap comic.

Title: A Mile In His Hoodie

The Underswap Bros make a visit to the Tale universe, and Papyrus notices that his Swap self seems to make Sans happier in a way he can’t.  All he wants is to be the one to make Sans legitimately smile again.   But what’s a completely identical object of Sans’s happiness to do?

Rating: M (to be safe)

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‘I didn’t expect this,’ Papyrus thought as his brother managed to power a machine that connected two universes together.

'I didn’t expect this,’ he thought as he stared with awed eyelights at what appeared to be another universe’s version of HIMSELF, and of Sans.

'I didn’t expect this,’ was his primary thought when conversing with them, finding them to be the polar opposite of himself and his own brother.  While that version of Sans was enthusiastic, energetic, and outrageously friendly, the other Papyrus was…

….well…

…he was like Sans.

That Papyrus (“Call me Paps.”) came out dressed in an oversized orange hoodie, khaki cargo shorts, and sneakers that were half-untied with no intent to retie them in the near future.  He was slouched, hands in his hoodie pockets, eye sockets half-lidded and eyelights soft and hazy, with a cigarette almost ALWAYS between his teeth.

That Sans—dubbed 'Blue’ by his own Sans—scolded Paps about the smoking, lamenting that it was rude to smoke in someone else’s home, and although Paps had conceded, Papyrus still smelled the mellow, thick aroma wherever he went.  He wasn’t a big fan of the smoking; it was quite a horrible habit, and an expensive one.  He often wondered where Paps kept getting the cigarettes anyway.

Blue confided that he wondered the same thing, figuring it was easier to impose a few restrictions rather than banning the habit outright.  Papyrus could understand; his brother DID have a gross ketchup habit and although he hated seeing bottles of it in the house, it was better than Sans spending all of his time at Grillby’s drinking it.

He enjoyed spending time with Blue and sharing their stories of grandeur in their respective homes, but while he and Blue had their time spent in the house, Sans and Paps always seemed to be out.  At first Papyrus thought it was Paps being courteous with his smoking and taking it outside, but when he went to look around, Paps and Sans were always gone.

They returned after various amounts of time, always grinning and laughing with the smell of the cigarettes heavy between them.  It made Papyrus’s nasal bone twitch, but since it wasn’t happening in the house, he didn’t comment on it.

He didn’t comment on a lot of things, though.

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Part One: The Devil on Your Shoulder. (Hammer of the Gods S05E19)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader are held hostage in a remote hotel by a group of gods as bargaining chips to stop the apocalypse. But Gabriel appears, disguised as Loki, and warns the Winchesters that Lucifer is coming for the reader.
Song Mentioned: Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes. (However, this is the version of the song that I imagine in the hallway scene.) 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 6,441.

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Originally posted by inacatastrophicmind

Note: This is a special episode is a special one to me because, as I say this for what feels to be the millionth time, this is my 100TH FREAKING EPISODE. Holy crap. Thank you to all the amazing people who have read and supported this very intresting rewrite. I hope you all enjoy, my loves!

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Enterprise Crowd - Part 2

Summary: These are the adventures of Reader, a Lieutenant Commander assigned the Enterprises IT engineering team. Her biggest flaw? Her temper.

Wordcount: 1850

A/N: This week in “Enterprise Crowd”: Heads are butted. Curse words are said. Are they gonna kiss or murder each other? Bets are on. No sweet fluffy “Monty” in here, I’m sorry.

Warnings: F-Bombs, Cursing, general head butting and techno babble. People yelling at each other.

PART 1


Originally posted by sweartrek

„FUCK,“ every motion on the bridge came to a sudden halt at your loud exclamation.
„Is everything alright down there?“ asked the voice of Captain Kirk himself, who turned his head and leaned over his seat at the same time.
„Captain, Sir, yes.“ you crawled out from under a panel and ripped the cables attached to your PADD off at the same time, prompting another curse, although not as loud or rude as the one before. „I’m sorry, Sir. Telemetric System C is now rebooting, the quantum processor got a bit jiggled up.“ - „I suppose jiggling up is an occurrence Mr. Scott will want to hear about.“ Kirk said, half a smile on his face. You could see at least a dozen eyes switching back to their respective posts, although most of the other present crew members were still clinging to a mug of coffee.
Coffee. Nice hot coffee.

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Piece of Home (Soulmate AU)

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 2000+

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: My first soulmate fic! I wanted to try one, so I found a prompt where soulmates share emotions. What one feels, so does the other. But I added a little twist: a physical connection has to be established first. Not completely satisfied with this but I wanted to post something new. Sorry it took a while. Blame school! (Gif not really relevant to story. He’s just so pretty.)

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

It’s 3:26 in the morning, and you’re in bed with your fingers pressed to the pulse point on your neck. It’s throbbing wildly, like something is trying to burst out of your carotid artery. Sweat beads on your forehead, forcing you to shove the blankets off of your warm body.

You have no idea what’s going on but it becomes impossible to fall back asleep, even after the feeling disappears and the sun starts to climb the sky. Hours later, the incident is still fresh in your mind.

“One second I was having a really nice dream about Captain America. The next I’m awake and surging with adrenaline. Out of nowhere. Please tell me I’m not crazy.”

Your partner Dave carefully sets his cup of coffee on the saucer. Steam rises from the creamy liquid and swirls in front of his face, reminding you of fortune tellers cloaked in smoky incense. “This is it.” His face is serious, but his eyes are alight with excitement. “It’s the connection.”

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“Makes Perfect” - Kurt/Blaine

Early!Klaine smut.  Kurt wants to bottom, but they both learn the benefit of patience and the right mood when the first time is a spectacular failure.

Contains: fail!sex, bottoming from the top, prostate stimulation.

(Yes, I wrote the thing, iconicklaine!)

The first time Kurt mentions it, they’re halfway through arranging a second batch of oatmeal cookies for the oven.  They’ve been alone all night, but there’s a strange tension between them that has kept Blaine from relaxing, and when Kurt throws his oven mitts down and crosses his arms and puffs out his right cheek with his tongue, Blaine knows he’s about to be told off or shocked or both.  The look on Kurt’s face says I have something to say and I’m going to say it.

Still, he isn’t prepared for what comes out when Kurt finally speaks.

“I want to have sex.” Kurt blushes all the way down to the collar of his shirt. “I want to—receive, I want to be on top, and I want to do it with the lights out.”

Blaine blinks, and then holds up a long wooden spoon. “The timer’s about to go off on that first batch?” He puts down the spoon, picking at a clump of dough stuck to its back. “No more cookies?”

This is not the right thing to say, which Blaine learns as soon as the words leave his mouth and Kurt’s blush goes from an excited sprawl to a blotchy, irritated show of embarrassment.

“Blaine Anderson, unless that’s an objection you will march your butt right up those stairs while I safely pause our baking endeavors and get—ready.”

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Are You a Fanboy, Peter Parker? Part 2

Summary:  You are a senior at Midtown High School and when an encounter on the Queensboro Bridge brings you in contact with Spider-Man, you become a minor celebrity at your school and secretly become friends with the web crawler.  That’s pretty inconvenient, since you have your own secrets to keep.

This is set probably two years after the events of Civil War, and by this point, the Avengers are (somehow) back together as a team.

Notes:  This story is based on a prompt that I got for a story about Spider-Man/Peter Parker going to prom with the reader and things going nuts and the Avengers having to show up.  It’s in three parts, and this Part Two.  You can find Part one here

The request also wanted the reader to have a power too, so I pretty much took Micah’s power from the TV show HEROES. 

Thanks for reading!


Chapter 2

As prom got closer and closer, you dutifully went with your mom to what felt like every dress shop in New York City until you found a dress that you both agreed on.  Your mom was obsessed with every detail from your dress, to your shoes and handbag, to how you would wear your hair.  You made a mental note to elope if you ever got married, because planning a wedding with her would be a nightmare.

When the day finally came, you spent the afternoon with your mother at the salon getting ready, while you texted back and forth with Peter.  One advantage of your new ability was that you were able to text with your phone in your pocket so your mom thought that she had your undivided attention for girl time.  

Over the year since you changed, you’d learned more and more about what you could do.  At first, you thought you had to be touching whatever equipment you were trying to read and use, but you soon realized that you didn’t actually have to be in contact, but it was certainly easier.  You weren’t sure how far away you could be, either.  The Green Goblin’s skateboard thing was the furthest you’d been from something and successfully affected it, and he wasn’t too far away when you did.  A phone in your pocket, though?  Not a problem at all.

Soon you were home, dressed and feeling quite nervous when the front desk called up to let you know that Peter and his aunt were on the way up.  You’d met Peter’s Aunt May on a few occasions.  She was very sweet, and you knew that she was very protective of Peter.

“Wow, (Y/N).  You look really pretty,” Peter sputtered when he saw you for the first time.  You could feel color creeping through your cheeks at the look he was giving you.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you giggled nervously.  Why you were nervous, you had no idea.  It wasn’t like you and Peter hadn’t spent almost every day together for the last month.

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Assassin’s Creed:Bonds #7

Fore-freaking-shadowing bruh. I use it to butter my toast every morning and sweeten my tea. Jolly good. Welp, I’m off to my job meeting…with CAH and Wall-E as well. The peeps I work with are so fly.

Chapter Seven: Assassin of the Opera

Heat sweltered hotter than the steamiest day of a Magnolia summer, and the blonde woman weaklyfanned her sticky face with her hands. It did very little, due to the makeup and the heavy costume dress she had to wear. The corset was not doing much for her either.

The occasional jab of her ribs poking her lungs prompted her eloquent stature as she moved through the darkness of the back stage. From afar, she heard the jabbering of the actors and singers out on the stage, performing the set lines and motions for the play. Even far away from the action, Lucy carefully selected markers to time when her appearance cue should appear.

She had plenty of time to walk and mull over the crashing truth delivered to her in the dressing room.

Levy, all frazzled and breathless, burst through the door. Her blue hair was all out of place, the headband slipping off her crown and down her neck. Thankfully, it was during Lucy’s silent preparation time in which none disturbed her. She had ran all the way from the guild to inform her of just whom she would be meeting tonight.

Sir Jose Porla, a wealthy politician with many connections to merchants of Magnolia. Also, a known Templar.

The heiress was not nervous before, but now she felt the chill in her veins. This was no game. A Templar was in attendance tonight, and her father was bringing her to him on a silver platter. Without any doubt, Lucy knew his ‘business associates’ could very well be Templar as well.

In retrospect, her footsteps would have to be light and quick like a rabbit. One wrong move could jeopardize everything she had worked for. The freedom she craved; the trust she desired to earn.

The Brotherhood wanted information about Templar dealings. Where was the best place to get information for that?

She passed stage crew workers carefully stringing up props and whispering orders relayed from the director. None looked her way, accustomed to her wanderings along the backbone of the theater. It was fact that she would be on time with her entrance, as expected from the graceful daughter of Layla.

Ducking under a small door that would play as a cellar entrance in act three, Lucy maneuvered around the ropes and chairs to the place she was assigned to enter, listening to the argument between the actors on stage. The squabble was for comedic effect, a battle between two brothers fighting for inheritance right around the corner from the childish teasing.

That would be her cue.

Information was priceless. The knowledge of when her part began held no monetary value, but meant the success or demise of the play. If she did not arrive on time and perform correctly, her secondary singers would not perform correctly, and the well practiced play would unravel like a weak ball of yarn.

Much like how the Order needed knowledge on Templar dealings. However, going in blind and risking lives for a hint of action was not preferable. They needed a spy.

A spy.

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I Love You, Professor

Original Imagine: Could you write a reader insert with the imagine: scarecrow being your professor, whom you have a crush on?

My first Jonathan Crane oneshot. I’m going more by Comic!Crane more so than Cillian Murphy since we never seen him as a professor in the movies thus not giving me the background knowledge I need to write him correctly. Not sure if there are any warnings so enjoy!

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It Only Takes One Time (Part 36)

Sorry for the slow week!!! There’s a heat wave happening right now and its been way too hot to be able and sit in front of a screen and write hen all I want to do is jump straight into the pool. I’ll get back on track when my brain isn’t turning into a milkshake.

I also didn’t edit and my computer adds random words so I’m sorry in advanced. This chap is a huge filler (I’ll admit) but whatever

Part 35

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing

My body felt numb as I walked away from where I previously stood with Dan. He drove me crazy. It was literally like nothing I ever said would get to Dan on time and when he finally got the point it would have been too late.

I didn’t want to spend my life waiting for him to finally listen to me and come to his senses. I didn’t want to be that girl he called when he needed a hook up and coincidentally got me pregnant each time that act of penetration occurred.  

I figured that I needed to go home as I had a feeling Dan would take a detour to go somewhere else before he decided that he should.

Liam would be asleep but I needed to see him. My son was the one thing that I knew I would always have involving Dan but yet he was the one that made me feel better.

I jumped on a train and made my way back into the suburb. In my gut I knew it would be best to go back and see Phil before leaving but I didn’t need that. He would more than likely go and sit in the park or something.

 My mind wandered off to imagine how things would have been if Dan and I had gotten together when I told him about Liam. Would we have been together now? If not, would we have moved out of the apartment? Would marriage be on the table?

I shut the for open in hopes it wasn’t too loud for the sake of Liam. The hardest part of the night was over but I still had to go an have a conversation with Dan’s mother. Don’t get me wrong, she was probably the nicest human I had ever encountered and that was also including my mother. She was understanding and even while she was telling you the truth about things she would put it in a way that would make you feel wonderful even if it was bad.

I simply didn’t want to talk to her because there was nothing for me to tell her. It felt like telling on her son for throwing pencils at me at school. Except, her son had taken my heart and crushed it after inflicting two pregnancies.

The first time he and I slept together should have been the last. That should have been the last time we ever even saw each other…

Moments after finishing our second round of fun Dan and I fell exhausted and opted for some talking while snacking. What we had just shared was so new and exciting and this night had gone fantastically. There was no other way I could imagine myself spending the night.

“You seem like a nice person.” Dan mumbled, putting a potato chip into his mouth. I was laying in his Kanye West Yeezus shirt while he remained calm in a fresh pair of Calvin Klein underwear. Everything about me being at his apartment seemed so natural and I didn’t feel awkward. One night stands were uncomfortable if you didn’t pass out right after you finished. With Dan it felt complete.

“Nice person? We saw each other naked and I only seem like a nice person?” I teased, grabbing a chip from the bag.

“Well sometimes when you connect with someone physically it doesn’t mean they were even nice to begin with. It just means you’re willing to connect without really thinking. I’m saying you’re nice because I’m sitting here eating and talking with you after we slept together while you could have probably gone home to your Channing Tatum type boyfriend and feel ashamed of what we did. Yet, you’re still here with me and we’re spending time together.” Dan finished his rumble and opened up a water bottle and took a long sip. I smiled and ran my toes up a long his leg and crossed my own legs. I giggled slightly and shook my head.

“Sucks that I don’t have a boyfriend.”

My eyes welled up with tears as I thought back to the memory. That night seemed so perfect while it was happening but now it all felt fake. It felt like I hadn’t truly experienced a moment where Dan and I had no guilty feelings that made us feel like we had a ball and chain that held us down into the earth.

“Oh, Y/N!” Dan’s mother exclaimed walking out of the kitchen with a mug in hand. I quickly wiped away the one tear that fell down my cheek and plastered a smile on my face.

“Hi,” I gave a small wave. Looking at her pained me knowing that she would soon be getting Marie in her family as a daughter in law.

“I didn’t expect to see you back so soon.” She grinned but quickly looked around. “Where are the boys?”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head with my voice cracking at the end. “It was going fine and then-then it wasn’t and then Dan was mad, and so was Phil and I tried to make it better but it just got worse. I screwed it up and I keep making it worse.” My repetition added on to my emotion and I was falling apart in front of her. I was expecting her to feel frightened by my outbreak but she remained still with her smile.

“Y/N, you’re a good woman,” she started. “I know you are. The fact that you’re still here after all that has happened and you’re trying to make things work as best as they can screams that. But just like I know that, I know my son feels something strong for you as an individual. Not just because of Liam. That being said, he isn’t making any good decisions for himself personally and he’s struggling. He’s been lost in looking for what he wants since the day he was born. The first time I thought he seemed-intact-was when you came up the house back when you were pregnant. It was only for a second though but he seemed content. I want to see him like that again one day.” She whispered the last part to herself.

“I can’t help you with that.” I shook my head. “I can’t. I’m moving out and he can see the baby all he wants but thats it.” I wiped my tears and smoothened out the creases on my pants.

As if on cue my phone started ringing. It was Dan so you can imagine my confusion as I reluctantly answered.

“Hello?” I mumbled, trying my best not to sound congested.

“There’s been an accident.”

Lapidot Tuesday Prompt: Crush  (fanfiction)

This is for this week’s (1st March) @lapidot-tuesday prompt “Crush” Read and enjoy!

Dedicated to @punproductive because her Lapidot art is cute as heck and I promised her during one of her art streams. I hope you enjoy this :)

Fanfiction below the “Keep reading” or on fanfiction.net

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Catch Me If I Fall

Catch Me If I Fall 

TW: none 

Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or anything; this is all fiction. 

Word Count: 1606 

A/N SO MANY PEOPLE LIKED MY FIRST FIC IM UNREALISTICALLY HAPPY THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG <333 also, this fic is kinda based off of the “I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.” au so…there’s that lmao enjoy this fic of an awkward first meeting and my attempt at knowing what flirting is hahaaa

Summary: “I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.” AU which you can find here 

“I don’t give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z, he ain’t with you, he with Beyonce, you need to stop actin’ lazy, she Instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert”, he Instagram his watch like “Mad rich alert." 

I mumble lyrics to my current listen this week under my breath as I try not to let my eyes catch on a single crack in the sidewalk, instead training myself to jump immediately to the next one, though it’s turning out to be a pretty futile attempt.

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5SOS Preference: Daddy Daycare - Part 1 (Luke and Ashton)

I got this request tonight: 

“Could you please do a Daddy 5SOS preference where they all take their children to the studio one day? ”

I got straight to work on it, and it took off and now it’s crazy long, so I’m posting Luke and Ashton now, and probably Michael and Calum in the morning if I get enough feedback. So sit back, enjoy, and drop me a message! :) Thanks loves xx

Luke: Luke sighed as he packed Kayla’s bag for the day, trying to make sure he didn’t forget anything he might possibly need during the day. Today would be hectic as he and the other boys would have to bring the kids to work, seeing as the 5SOS wives were delayed on their flight home from the weekend away the men had planned. Don’t get him wrong, Luke loved being around his daughter…but the idea of working while she was there gave him anxiety, though he knew that his bandmates would be so very helpful.

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