i know the fad is over but i do what i want

43. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me”  Dan.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan X Reader

Warnings- Smut. Also this is a really long one.

Saying you hate crowds would be considered an understatement.You could never put it into words. It’s so much more than just people forgetting what personal space is. It’s even more than the thought of everyone looking at you thinking you’re strange. It’s an immense feeling in the pit of your stomach that tightens. It’s the way you feel your breathing changing to a more shallow breath. Dan understood how you feel in crowds and has always tried his hardest to help you through any emotions you were feeling. Today was an extra stressful day as you were not only in a crowd of strangers but it was a crowd of Dan’s family. 

“They will love you just as much as I love you.” That was easy for Dan to say. He wasn’t the one who was meeting a bunch of new people who were for sure judging you to see if you were right for there Dan.

 "What if they don’t. What if your aunt thinks I’m wrong for you and tells your mum and your mum tells your grandma and then she will hate me and then I will never be able to be with you because I can’t make you choose between myself and your family.“ Dan kisses you softly to try and get you to shut up for even just a second.

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Drunk In Love

Request: Hello!! Please, write a Remusxreader where she goes to a Slytherin party from her friend and she drinks so much that she forgets that Remus is her boyfriend and she goes to his dorm to flirt with him and he has to take care of her (he is not mad)? Thank you!

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

The silver and green colours started to became blurred soon after you arrived to the party into the cool dungeon. You weren’t the type who spent her free weekends with getting drunk, so you didn’t need much to feel yourself dizzy – and also, unusually confident.

But this was the first time when you ignored your promises to yourself and crossed your own borders; you had so much fun and just had a drink after drink, not really feeling how much it affected you until you stopped for a five minutes after hours.

You said goodbye to your friends and made them sure you can walk alone before left the Slytherin common room. The Gryffindor tower was a long way from there, and the moving staircases didn’t help your unbearable dizziness – you felt you could threw up in any moment.

But you didn’t, fortunately. You stopped in the seventh floor and glanced at your watch – it took you nearly forty minutes to arrive there. That was probably a new record. Only when you looked at the snoring Fat Lady, you realized you don’t remember the password. “Please let me in!” – You cried, causing her to open her eyes with a scared face.


You sighed and leaned against the wall. “I forget.”

“No password, no entry.”

“But I’m a Gryffindor!” – You shouted desperately. – “LET ME IN!”

The Fat Lady gasped loudly. “How dare you to shouting at me!”

You opened your mouth to continue to argue with her, but then you heard voices near to you; three boys just walked closer in the corridor. “What’s happening? Are you alright?” – James asked and you looked up at him with confused eyes, but the portrait kept telling her own.

“I bet she is! Just look at her! I won’t let anyone to talk to me like that!”

Sirius stepped closer. “Oh my Lady, I’m sure she didn’t meant to. Mandrake leaf.”

“Oh, she didn’t mean to! Now listen to me…”

“Mandrake leaf.” – He cut her off, repeating the password, so the Fad Lady grudgingly though, but opened the door for them. They boys helped her to climb through and they stopped in the empty, dimly lit common room where you looked around; your vision was still blurry. Your gaze stopped at Sirius, James, and Peter before your eyes widened. “I go up to Remus.”

All of them growled at the same time, but Sirius opened her mouth first. “Be quick, I’m really tired.”

You threw a last, confused glance at them before hurried up into their dormitory, finding it quickly and storming in without knocking. Remus shifted in his bed and you walked closer, plopped down on the ground and elbowed on the edge of the bed. You ran your fingers through his messy hair and let out a soft giggle, causing him to open his eyes. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I just, I wanted to see you, you know? I really wanted to see you.”

He sat up and took a hand of yours into his. “Why are you on the ground?”

“I don’t know.” – You hiccupped. “I was tired.”

“Then why didn’t you lied next to me?”

You looked at him, confused, but blushing. “Because that’d been strange. Right? Me? Sleeping with you?”

Remus furrowed his brows in confuse, but helped you to stand up and sit down on his bed before grabbed a glass of water and gave it to you. You eagerly drank all of it, suddenly realizing how thirsty you were. He looked at you carefully, and you looked back at him dreamy eyes. “You’re so cute, Remus. So adorable. I wish I could be your girlfriend.”

He let out a short laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

“No.” – You said with an offended voice. – ‘M not. You’re really nice and cute and – so handsome.” – You cupped his cheek. – “Sooo handsome.”

“Okay.” – He said, taking your hand. – “I think you need some sleep.”

You jerked your hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Can I sleep with you?”

“You can.” – He said, still smiling, his hands around your waist.

You grinned at him, but changed your tone into a serious one in the next moment. “But you promise me your pants will stay on. I’m not like this, you know.”

He dropped his head on your shoulder for a moment, laughing before looked back at you. “I know, Y/N. I promise I won’t do anything.”

“Good.” – You smiled. “You’re so cute. Now, would you help me to take these off? But you can’t watch! Or you can.” – You tried to wink, but failed miserably.

He ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled. “That will be hard, but alright.” – Slowly, he started to unbutton your shirt, keeping the eyecontant, but you could see he was trying really hard to hide his smiles. He leaned down and helped you out of your skirt while you clutched on his shoulder, trying not to fall over. You couldn’t help but blushing, standing in front of him only in your underwear while he grabbed a t-shirt from his trunk and helped to take it on.

He made some space and lied back on the sheets, and you followed, letting out a satisfied sigh after your head hit the soft pillow. Your eyes was closed, but you felt as Remus pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. “You smell so good.”

Opening your eyes, you saw as he was leaning above you, looking at you with his kind, brown eyes. Cupping his cheek, you stroked it with your thumbs while he smiled. “You’re so silly.”

“Why are you saying that?” – You asked with a childish tone.

“You’ll see in the morning.”

You huffed, but didn’t have the energy for arguing. He wiped a loose strand of hair from your face. “Do you need anything?” – He asked in a low voice.

“A goodnight kiss.” – You said, hands falling off of his face. Remus smiled and leaned closer, pressing a short, soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes remained closed as he pulled back, so you couldn’t see, but he watched you until you fell asleep. 


#55: Shut Up and Kiss Me Already // Alex Standall

Request: 55 and 59 with Alex

Requested by: @a-spark-in-the-dark-yeah

Pairing: AlexxReader

Alex and I were at a party at Jessica’s house. The two of us were looking for something to do tonight and were at a loss until Jessica texted me saying her parents were gone for the weekend and she’s having a few people over. Pretty soon “a few people” turned into half of the class.

We were in the kitchen looking for something to drink that wasn’t alcoholic. Personally I don’t like the taste of alcohol so I steered clear of it. At times I wish I could join in on the fad and get sloppy drunk just to do it but I couldn’t bring myself to drink more than a sip or two. I grabbed a water while Alex grabbed a beer and headed to the living room where our friends were seated.

At first everyone was busy with their own individual conversations talking about school, who’s hooking up with who, what they were going to drink next, or arguing about who the designated driver was.

I turn to Alex who was half way done with his beer and that’s when it hit me how gorgeous he was. His blonde hair was slightly messy and his septum ring complimented him nicely. His bright blue eyes were looking around the room until they landed on me and I smiled.

“What?” he laughed and I shook my head.

“You’re just cute.” I wink at him and he blushes.

“Let’s play spin the bottle!” Jessica suggests and everyone cheers.

“Great! I didn’t know we were in the sixth grade!” Alex mocked and I laughed. I was always the only one laughing at his sarcastic remarks. I don’t know why I just loved them.

“Oh come on, grouchy.” I teased and sat on the floor as Justin and Zach moved the coffee table to the side.

“Okay. There is only one rule: you must kiss whoever it lands on, boy or girl.” Jessica raised her eyebrows as she explained and I could see a few boys with nervous looks on their faces.

“I’ll go first.” She offered and spun the bottle.

“Y/N.” she said as the bottle landed on me and I nervously chuckled.

“C’mon, it’s just a kiss. We aren’t scissoring.” she rolled her eyes and a few hollers were made at her comment and she glared at the boys. I sigh and get on my knees, leaning into her and giving her a small peck on her lips. Cheers were heard around us and I scoffed.

“Okay calm down.” I laugh and sit back down next to Alex who was shuffling awkwardly. We went around the circle with more kisses exchanged and then it was Alex’s turn to spin.

“This is dumb. You can skip me.” he grunted.

“Suit yourself.” I said as I grabbed the bottle and took my turn. Honestly I had no idea why I was playing seeing as I didn’t really want to kiss anyone. Well maybe one person comes to mind. And to my luck the bottle lands on him.

I look at Alex and his eyes widen.

“Are you sure?” he chuckles nervously.

“It’s just a game, Alex. Don’t stress out too much.” I reassure him and he wipes his palms on his jeans.

“I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to. We’re friends this could be weird.” he rambles.

“Just kiss her.” Justin exclaimed impatiently and we looked at each other.

“Okay, but what if-” he starts and I cut him off, “Shut up and kiss me already.” I say exasperated and his lips crash onto mine. The kiss was brief but sweet and my body felt warm and fuzzy afterwards. I could taste the beer he was drinking on his lips. We pull away as the person next to me spins the bottle.

One thing was for sure, I don’t think I hate the taste of alcohol as much anymore.

dear Jamilton shippers

Guys. This is important.

(Also if you ship Jamilton- I’m sorry, but I can’t see your side of this argument, I really, really can’t)

What happened to Lams?

Lams was the adorable, historically accurately gay, and overall amazing ship. So much so, that the fandom* shoved it down everyone’s throat.

What about Hamliza?

I think Hamliza is so pure, and how can you not ship it? I think that in all the Lams shipping, Hamliza was just kinda pushed away by some. And not everyone, I know both Lams and Hamliza shippers.

Jeffmads. J e f f m a d s?

Jeffmads is actually the best(my opinion lol) Jefferson and Madison were honestly the best of friends historically. This ship is my OTP and I love it so much(it’s even the background of my chat you can see)

But Jamilton?

They H A T E D each other. It’s pure lust, if even that. If you ship Jamilton, give me some other reason besides the hate sex and it’s hot. Jefferson and Hamilton, dating? No, that’s fucking t o x i c. There’s no explanation for it. I wonder if there’s a person that shipped Jamilton before the ‘Lams Fad’** was over. Good luck, as if you do, I’d like more reason then the hate sex.

* When I say fandom, I’m referring to it in general, not every single person

** I refer to it as Lams Fad because I feel like the fandom just got tired of this ship for some reason and started to ship Jamilton.

Think about it.


Edit: I’m not trying to ship bash or tell you what to ship, I’m honestly trying to get an explanation as to why you ship it. I honestly want to know

Young!Peter x Young!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Reader is sick

“I’m sorry Peter but we can’t let you in.” Your Mom said from downstairs.

“But I saw her two weeks ago, and she was fine!” He complained and you were sure he’d push past and break into your room if he wasn’t so worried about you.

“I understand that Peter but her medication isn’t taking as much affect as it was before so we need to keep her safe.” You Mom insisted and you heard the front door slam.

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we were always meant to say goodbye

@philukas wanted pain. i give you: pain

au in which ryan kane shoots both the boys

Lukas Waldenbeck has always thought it strange how quickly and slowly time tends to pass.

It seems like childhood stretches into infinity, and then one day, it ends, and you’re fifteen and then sixteen and then seventeen and the world is slamming into you. It takes your breath away and never gives it back.

Lukas is watching like it’s an hourglass with a crack in it, and time is slipping out onto the floor.

Death is all he can think about these days. Philip dying, his own mother’s death, his father dying, Tommy dying, Tracy dying. All of these deaths that he may or may not have caused, the ones he may or may not cause.

He just wants to forget about it, but in the world Lukas has found himself in as of late, it’s impossible not to. Death seems to be the new fad for him. And it doesn’t seem like it’s going out of style anytime soon.

What Lukas really wants is to forget about saying goodbye. The way it’s become something that falls into his lap on a regular basis. The way he seems to recite the same lines to different people and watch them go.

Now it’s his time to be on the other side.

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Proper Language

I read a prompt about a academy being right next to a kindergarten and the teacher’s reaction to having the drill sergeant yelling at his recruits when little ears are present.

This fic was born from that.

Derek is well aware of the problems of having a military academy next to a kindergarten; the morning drills that pull his kids’ attention from their work to the ‘knights-in-training’ as Emily has taken to calling them, the attention needed to make sure his kids don’t go running over to the academy as soon as class gets out, and the explanation of the different ranks of military with each new year to name a few.

He’s been thankful that whoever runs the place seems to have taken where they are very seriously and the only incident that has happened so far is Billy breaking his arm from falling from the monkey bars on the playground trying to emulate one of the training drills.

All of that changes the day the academy gets a new drill sergeant.

And it’s not like Derek gets updates on whenever Beacon Hills Military Academy, Home of the Wrathful Wolves, hires or fires anyone. It’s more that there’s a new addition to his classroom a little late into the year and that she announces to the whole class that her daddy is like Mr. Hale, except he teaches big people how to do big people things.

Also, her name is Claudia Stilinski and she’s going to be the first female president.

The glare she gives Brad when he laughs at that, as well as adding a snide remark about her name, has Derek feeling like she just might be the perfect person for the job.

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Advice for people struggling with selves-doubt (Am I multiple?)

This is in response to a question/rant/plea someone put to me, but I decided not to respond directly, or even @ them because my response broaches on some really messy territory and I didn’t want to add to their crisis by bringing syscourse to their personal blog. I also wanted to make a response on my own blog because I think it’s a crisis that a lot of multiples go through and I hope that our experiences can be helpful.

First of all: to anyone suffering through doubts, confusion, conflicting symptoms, conflicting perspectives and opinions, skeptical professionals, and angry gatekeepers: I don’t even have words to express my sympathy. It’s bad enough trying to figure out whether you are “actually” multiple without having to deal with everyone else’s hangups. Dozens of virtual *hugs* to you all.

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Klaine fic - “All the Beautiful Pieces” (Rated NC17)

Blaine Anderson is spending the summer after graduation flipping houses with his brother for Cooper’s total home renovation show. The show features the worst houses Cooper can buy, with Blaine playing the role of lackey so that Cooper can torture him in front of his viewers. The last house Blaine has to renovate is an original Victorian House in San Diego, CA, which is in terrible condition. But this house turns out to be more than just another job. It was once owned by a famous Vaudeville ventriloquist by the name of Andrew Smythe. It houses a very interesting collection of items - among them, two life-sized puppets. Blaine isn’t sure exactly why, but he’s drawn to them - especially to the one with the beautiful blue eyes. He convinces Cooper to give him the puppets, and Blaine starts to restore them. In the course of the restoration, Blaine finds out that neither puppet is simply a run-of-the-mill puppet, and Andrew Smythe was hiding a secret that will be the key to saving two lives.

Okay, so, as many of you people know, this was my Reverse Bang story from way too long ago. I had it completed, but as I was uploading it, my computer crashed and obliterated this plus a ton of my other stories, which I have been writing back from memory these many years. I had this one almost down except for the last three chapters, which have been lost in the void of my brain. So, what I’ve done is start over from the beginning. I haven’t been changing the story, just freshening the language, and then I will add those last three chapters. But I’m posting it here one chapter per week so those of you who would like to can get reacquainted with the story. Of course, you could jump ahead to AO3, and cheat, re-read all 17 original chapters at once, but you’ll still have to wait for the ending, and only chapters 1-7 have been redone. Anyway, this story wouldn’t even exist without @freakingpotter who is an amazing artist and an even more amazing friend <3 Give her lots of love <333

(Warning for character death that happens in the past, hoarding, and anxiety.)

Chapter 1 (6515 words)

Blaine stares out the windshield of his rented Honda Odyssey, his jaw dropping open, stunned out of his senses at the sight of the disastrous house in front of him. His hands grip the steering wheel for support. His knees knock together, completely out of his control. A low, pitiful whining noise rattles around in the back of his throat. The house to his right, nestled incongruously behind a manicured lawn, carefully pruned rose bushes, and a well-established Mulberry tree, is so incredibly awful that he can’t stop looking at it. It’s like a horrendous traffic accident – lots of blood and twisted metal, but try as you might, you can’t make yourself look away.

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Yin and yang | Jaehyun au

Is it possible for you to write a werewolf! Jaehyun au?? Slightly angst and lots of fluff please

It sure is anon! Here’s werewolf! Jaehyun for you all I hope you like it! Enjoy! ~Nik

“Make some friends she said. It will be fun she said. I beg to differ mom. Being the new kid is never fun. You don’t know where any of your classes are let alone the school layout or know which locker is yours or even have any friends. What part of that sounds fun? Oh wait none!” I muttered to myself as I pulled into the parking lot of my new school.

“Where to park.” I whispered scanning the aisles before grinning seeing an empty slot right in front of the school. I eagerly Drive toward the spot smiling in satisfaction at finding a perfect slot. Well that didn’t last long because a shiny black Silverado came barreling from the opposite direction right to my slot.

“Oh hell no. Don’t you do it. Don’t you do it! I saw this spot first buddy! I swear if you park there-” I pushed the accelerator down effectively speeding in the parking lot but oh well. It was like slow motion as I quickly turned my wheel pulling into the spot just seconds before the Silverado and grinning in victory.

“Ha! Told you this was my spot. Snooze you lose sucker.” I cheered as I grabbed my keys and sliding out of the driver seat. I opened my back door and reached into the backseat and snatched my black and white Disney themed backpack, throwing it over my left shoulder and slamming the door locking the car in one swift motion. I spun on my heel slowly sauntering my way into the school building. And the first thing I saw? A giant banner reading ‘SWEETHEARTS NEXT WEEK!’ Oh great not only my first day but a dance is coming up and I’m pretty sure I was on that one guys angry at list so great first day so far. At least I got that parking spot.

Slowly I scanned the hall and mentally cheered when I saw the main office come into view. I quickened my pace, timidly opening the door and walking up to the front desk.

“Um hi. I’m new here and I need my schedule and a map if you have one please.”
The secretary had round glasses resting on her nose, dull brown eyes looking nothing less than done, a nice cream sweater and black pants. She glanced up at the sound of my voice and she narrowed her eyes at me, as if she was scrutinizing my figure. I hesitantly raised my hand to my face, eyes wandering down my outfit. ‘Was there something on my face? Did my outfit look weird? Was a dress too much? Oh no please don’t dress code me!’ My inner monologue was interrupted by her smiling softly. “Your outfit looks fine and there’s nothing on your face. What’s your name darling?”

“Y/f/n y/l/n ma'am.” I answered an embarrassed flush on your cheeks.

She blinked before throwing her head back in a dramatic sigh. “Please don’t call me ma'am. It makes me feel old darling. Here’s your schedule. First period with Mr. Ricks Language arts Just down this hall and turn right first classroom on the left.” She grinned handing you your schedule and map.

“Thank you for your help.” I smiled before waving goodbye and sauntering out of the office following her instructions turning the corner to the language arts hall and smacking face first into a wall. Or what felt like a wall. A squeak left my lips as I reeled backward looking up none other than Silverado guy. Joy-note my sarcasm.

“Woah there honey. Might want to watch where you are going. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt now would we?” He laughed with his friends as I stared at him with a blank look. I huffed slightly at him and readjusted my backpack in my shoulder and tried to sneak past him. Key word tried.

“Hey you’re the parking spot stealer!” he said slightly grabbing my shoulder and forcing me to Haupt in my spot and turn toward him.

“I guess. I mean I wouldn’t call it stealing a si saw it first and finders keepers. Plus you were just too slow. Just like your attempt at a pick up line. Now if you would excuse Silverado guy I’d like to get to class on time.” I smiled extra fake at his ‘posse’ and pushed past the group of boys and darted into my assigned classroom finding an empty seat on the second row.

I huffed as I dropped my bag on the ground next to the desk and rummaged through the second pocket and smiled as I pulled out a chocolate coconut Luna bar and taking bite humming in satisfaction as the chocolate hit my tongue. I leaned back in my desk closing my eyes and resting my feet on the desk diagonal of me. I sighed as I felt my body relax, enjoying the peace before class started.

My eyes snapped open when I felt a pair of hands grip my ankles and lower them off the desk them to the ground. In my old resting place a bright red backpack lay. My eyes travelled from the backpack to the hands that were retreating from my ankles to the toned arms and finally to Silverado boy. Just my luck.

“I guess you’re taking Ricks too?” I gave him to blankest stare with the are-you-kidding-me-right-now? Look. But he just continued on. “Ricks is a cool guy. You’ll like this class. Speaking of class what’s your schedule? I saw you taking directions from Katherine in the office she’s a nice lady. If you want I can show you around the school, give you a tour if you’d like.” He offers grinning.

“And why should I trust you to show me around when you can’t even park correctly?” I sassed pretending to ruffle through my pencil case.

A chorus of 'oohs’ echoed from his friends at my sassy reply. The corner of my lips curled up into a semi smirk and me trying to keep my laughter In.

“The school is pretty confusing. If you had me to show you around it would be much easier in your part, you know less stress.” He grinned trying to be cute, yeah he had another thing coming at him.

“As confusing as your pick up lines? Buddy there’s something called being subtle. You should try it. And the only stress I’m getting is from you so could you put a sock in it please?” Classy yet with attitude that’s how I roll.

“Okay miss sassy, what’s your name?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because I can’t help you around without knowing your name now can i?” he smirked in victory as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Touché. Well Silverado I’m y/n nice to officially introduce myself.”

“You know you/n I actually have a name.” He grinned.

“You mean it isn’t Silverado guy? I would’ve never guessed” I feigned mock innocence.

“Funny. Well y/n I’m Ravi and it’s a pleasure to meet you.. It’s nice to officially have names.”

“You gonna introduce us? Or do we have to do it ourselves?” A tall brunette leaned forward sitting backwards in his desk.

“Your a big boy. Do it yourself.” Ravi sassed not even acknowledging the boy.

The boy huffed glaring at the Ravi, but turning in his chair toward you smiling like a kid in the Willy Wonka chocolate factory. “Well hello y/n I’ve never seen a girl sass Ravi on his same level but that was awesome! I’m N over there is Leo, the one on the floor is Ken Hyuk is the one poking Leo, and hongbin is falling asleep. Pleaseire to meet you!”
I smiled at the interesting group of boys who had befriended me and turned in my seat to face the front just as the bell rang.

An hour and forty-five minutes later i was packing up my bag and heading to second period with my newly acquired friends guiding me through the crowded hallway, shielding me from being trampled. Well most if the way until I managed to ram into another tall boy making me drop my books. He immediately dropped to the ground picking up my books and handing them to me with an apology fir running into me and making he drop my books.

“I’m so sorry. Are you alright? I didn’t mean to run into you I didn’t see you there-” he froze mid sentence as his mocha irises swirled with beautiful specks if gold. His eyes dilated as he caught my e/c ones. He stared at me in awe like I was an angel and his stare was filled with pure shock and adoration for me making rosy blush appear on my cheeks. A loud 'ahem’ broke his trance and he gently handed me my books and his hand accidentally brushed my making me jolt as I felt electricity shoot from my fingertips up to my shoulder just like that. I jumped back a bit staring at my fingertips before I felt my body be pulled backwards gently and a large frame shielding me from the mysterious blonde haired boy.

I leaned around Ravi to see that he fad a fierce glare on his face directed at the blonde boy.
“Leave. Turn around and walk away we don’t want trouble with you lot.” Ravi hissed an arm gently pushing me behind his frame again. I went to take a step forward but was stopped by N’s hand on my shoulder and with a shake of his head I retreated back toward him and Leo who immediately wrapped an arm around my shoulder in a brotherly comfort.

A low growl escaped the blonde boy’s chest as his eyes caught N’s and Leo’s arms around my shoulders making my eyes widen. “Get your filthy hands off her.”

Damn. His voice was lovely when he was apologizing but it dropped a few octaves making it sound huskier and with a more dangerous tone to it, but for some reason it didn’t frighten me, only intrigued my curious side further. The blonde boy stepped forward his lips pulled back in a sneer. Ravi was just a step away with an identical expression and fists clenched. Before I could blink Ravi threw the first punch. My eyes widened as N held me back as we anxiously waited for the blonde boy’s response. His stance was threatening as his fists clenched and a bruise began to form on his cheek and a bit of blonde escaped from the newly formed scratch.

Ken stepped forward at the blonde boy’s threatening stance. “Let’s break this up and go our seperate ways.” he hissed crossing his arms. Another boy from blonde boy’s side came up and rested a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear making his face soften as his eyes landed on me standing between Kun and Ravi. I silently hoped he wouldn’t fight my friends and I released the breath I was holding when he pushed past Ravi and Kun, flashing me a smile before sauntering down the hall and around the corner. Ravi huffed before turning to me and flashing the fakes smile I’ve ever seen, rubbing his slightly bloody knuckles..

“Cone in y/n, let’s get to class.” He said trying to persuade me to leave the subject. Too bad for him I was stubborn. I crossed my arms over my chest and planted my feet into the ground staring him down, eyes glancing down at his once bloody and scratched knuckles now smooth skin like nothing ever happened.

“Y/n come on drop it. We’re going to be late to class.” He insisted trying to pull my arm but I snatched it from his grip and crossed my arms tighter to my chest and even popping my hip out for added effect.

“Y/n please! If we tell you at lunch will you let us take you to class?” Ravi asked defeated. I nodded satisfied and strutted past the boys to our second period leaving them staring in disbelief at my manipulation.

“Okay spill. Who was that guy Ravi? Why do you act like you hate each other? Did something go down because normal enemies don’t glare at each other like that. Oh and not to mention growl at each other during a confrontation. Don’t even think about living to me either because I’ve read enough books and seen enough movies. So let’s be honest with each other shall we?” I immediately confronted the boys right as I spotted their table in the cafeteria. The boys looked at one another silently, like they were communicating mentally, before Ravi sighed and extended his hand to me to take while motioning to the doors that lead to the parking lot once he processed my confused expression. I slowly put my hand into his much larger palm and allowed him to lead me outside all while multiple pairs of eyes burned into my back.

“Before you say anything you have to know that I’m not crazy y/n okay? You just have to believe me because you asked for answers and you do deserve to know what went down in the hall earlier.” I nodded as I crossed my arms motioning for Ravi to continue as he took a deep breath in and out pacing a few steps to the left, then to the right muttering how he would do this.

“Well I mean it can’t be that crazy I mean your hands healed themselves within what? Two minutes of you punching him?? That’s not normal. So just spit it out. Be as blunt as possible with me okay?”

“Come on Ravi I don’t have all day-”

“Shape shifters. We’re shape shifters more known as werewolves.” I went silent letting him explain. “Werewolves normally travel in packs and you’ve met my pack in Ricks’ class. I’m the alpha, Kun the beta, and N our delta. The rest are our warriors of the pack. And as a werewolf we usually have powers or enhanced abilities such as hearing, sight, smell and we can hear each other’s thoughts-”

“So that’s why you were all looking at each other intensely in silence!” I exclaimed grinning.

Ravi chuckled nodding. “Precisely. That’s how we communicate.”

“Okay but what does this have to do with me?” I questioned.

Ravi’s smile dropped slightly. “Well that guy you ran into is actual in another pack. He’s the beta.”

“What’s his name?” I interrupted.

“Jung Yoon-oh but he goes by Jaehyun. And-”

“Jaehyun, cute. But what does this have to do with me? You still haven’t answered that.”

“I was getting there miss impatient!” He grinned before sighing again.

“Why did I feel sparks when he brushed my hand?”

“Well werewolves have a missing part of their soul when eye are born. Don’t worry we aren’t affected by this in a sense of pain, but when one meets with the missing half of their soul, it’s like you just know and the feeling is absolutely incredible. You just know and you feel your souls complete. That’s what you are to Jaehyun. You’re his mate, his other half, his sole purpose of being where he is now.”

I blinked processing this information surprisingly calm. But I still had a few questions swirling in my mind. “But why did you get defensive then when he was helping me pick up my books? If I’m his mate shouldn’t you be glad that he’s my mate?”

“Well Jaehyun and I have had a tense past. Basically we fought over a girl- his sister to be exact. His sister was my mate, but Jaehyun wouldn’t let me near her as he didn’t trust me. We were both popular and actually our packs were pretty close, but then someone in my fathers pack sent a spy to Taeyong’s pack and it all spiraled down hill from there. I guess I just wanted to protect you because you are my friend and the only girl not afraid to sass me into my place.” He teased.

I snickered at his comment. “True, true. Ravi?”

He hummed in response.

“Please let me make my own decisions next time okay? He didn’t do anything to hurt me. Granted it’s been one meeting but I just know he won’t do anything….if that makes any sense.”

Ravi chuckled and nodded . “Yeah it does. I’m glad we discussed this and wow you took that really well damn.”

I shrugged. “I’ve been through some weird stuff man you have no idea. Let’s head back inside I’m starving.” I grinned linking our arms and forcing Ravi to skip with me back inside.

After lunch I waved goodbye to Ravi and his pack and headed to my last period of the day. I took a seat in the 3rd row conveniently across from Jaehyun. He caught my eyes and grinned cutely waving to me. I giggled and waved back with just as much enthusiasm. The bell rang making him pout as our cute non verbal conversation was cut short. I grinned facing the teacher and began to take notes on what she was writing on the board.

“Alright class for the remainder of class you need to finish the assignment I handed out.” She exclaimed before sitting at her desk and filling out some paperwork.

I finally finished the last question and sighed in relief before dropping the finished worksheet into the basket and slumped in my seat laying my head on the desk and resting my eyes. Suddenly I felt a slip of paper hit my hand making me lift my head searching for the culprit, eyes landing on Jung Jaehyun who grinned and motioned toward the paper. I slowly unfolded the paper and a smile landed on my lips.

'Nice to meet you my lovely mate. I’m Jaehyun and might I say you are beautiful. Meet me after class so we can formally introduce ourselves. :)’

I blushed at the compliment and buried my face in my arms to hide my blush. Another note hit my arm making me peak my eye open to see him looking at his work. I rolled my eyes before snatching the paper and reading it with my head down.

'Damn if your blush is that cute by one compliment just wait until after class my mate.’

I felt my cheeks heat up and I dared a glance up just in time to see Jaehyun wink at me and I ducked back down, face as red as a tomato freshly picked off the bush. Lucky fir me the bell rang and I sprang up and was out of the classroom in record time. I ran down at least three different hallways, getting lost obviously, and leaned my back against the wall taking a deep breath with my hands on my cheeks trying to cool them. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath in, holding it for a few seconds and releasing it before opening my eyes and jumping about three feet in the air with a loud yelp escaping my lips as Jaehyun was now standing just a few feet away from me grinning at my flustered and shocked state.

“You know I haven’t really been told that I’m that scary enough to make a pretty girl run out of the same room as me that fast.” He teased making me flush. He grinned at my bright apple cheeks before stepping forward and brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear effective,y masking my cheeks betray me and vibe come cherry red.

“Aigoo you are so beautiful.” He smirked hand caressing my cheek. I did t know it was possible to blush so much but I guess I broke that phenomenon. I covered my face with my hands in a poor effort to cool my cheeks down. “Yah don’t hide from me my lovely mate.” Jaehyun scolded slightly grabbing my wrists in his larger hands and revealing my flushed cheeks. “There she is. Hello y/n I’m Jaehyun but you already knew that.” He teased making me stick my tongue out at him childishly. “Do you want me to bite your tongue? If not you better put it back into your mouth.” My eyes widened at his threat and from the look in his mocha irises he wasn’t kidding. I clamped my mouth shut instantly making him chuckle before kebab get forward and nuzzling his nose against min in an Eskimo kiss.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you my mate? My lovely beautiful mate who is absolutely perfect with her blushing cheeks that make me want to kiss her.” I blushed more but met his eyes and actually replied confidentially.

“Why are you talking in third person? I’m right here you know. And can you let go on my wrist please?’ My voice slowly declined in its confidence as he stared into my irises with such intense emotions.

“Oh I know my love, but I like seeing you blush….just like you are now.” He grinned nose nuzzling your cheek before he placed a gentle peck against the red skin. My breath hitched as his nose contoured down further along my jawline and placing a peck each inch he traveled down until he met the place where my shoulder and collarbone met making me gasp as he gently nipped the sensitive skin there. My head fell against his shoulder as he alternated between nipping the skin and kissing it. My head felt dizzy as he began to suck on the skin effectively leaving a mark on the skin.

From there he began to make his way back up my neck, placing kisses very so often until he reached my jawline. He then pulled back and nuzzled his nose against some mine again making me smile and close my eyes in bliss as his hands traveled down my wrist to lace our fingers together lovingly. He opened his eyes gazing into mine before pecking my nose making me scrunch it up at the ticklish feeling. He grinned, eyes becoming crescents as he did up it again making me scrunch it up again with a slight squeak. He smiled before nuzzling my nose again and then the mischievous smile took over his face.

My eyes flickered into his eyes, trying to figure out why he had the face happening. His smirk widened at my confusion before he let my hand go and instead captured both my wrists in his one large palm and his now free hand was coming dangerously close to my abdomen. It wa s like my mind clicked into place with where his was at because I began to lean away from his touch, shaking up head.
“Jaehyun no! Please don’t- ahhh!” I squealed as he mercilessly tickled my stomach, enjoying the power he had over me.

“J-Jaehyun! Please st-stop! Ahaha please I can’t breathe oh my god!” I kicked my leg up but he leaned his body against mine, rendering my legs useless-I was on my own.

After five torturous minutes he finally let me breathe as he leaned against me pecking my nose again. I sighed in relief as I caught my breath, eyes closing in the moment of non- torture. I opened my eyes to see Jaehyun just inches away from my face. I gulped and my tongue darted out, licking my bottom lip before my teeth gently sunk into my bottom lip. Jaehyun’s mocha irises became a dark almost black swirl as his eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips. Slowly Jaehyun reached up and pried my lip free from my teeth and be caressed my bottom lip before moving to cradle my cheek unconsciously I leaned into his touch.

His eyes flickered from my lips to my eyes, a silent question that I gave my permission to. That’s all the confirmation he needed to crash our lips together. My eyes fluttered shut as he gently pecked my lips before tilting his head and making the kiss more passionate as his hand on my cheek cradled the back of my head and his other arm wrapped around my waist pulling me closer and my arms circled is neck looping together softly. Our lips molded together and there was definitely fireworks, lightening, the whole piñata exploding. Sadly, I was only human and
Had to breathe so Jaehyun pulled away leaving me gasping for breath and slightly dazed. I went to take a step and almost fell, not realized I had lifted myself onto my tippy toes to get a better angle. If I thought my cheeks were the reddest they could get, well now they were scarlet as I buried my face in Jaehyuns chest, seeking his warmth and partially hiding my embarrassment. Jaehyun chuckled enveloping me into awarm embrace and kissing the crown of my head. “I could get used to this.” He whispered head resting against s mine, eyes closed in content. What more could he ask for? His mate is wrapped up in his arms, safe and protected, and his soul was complete from the very minute that teheto met they were one and Jaehyun was complete and content.

(Please ignore those spelling errors I was tired and frankly I’m too lazy to fix them. Hope you all enjoyed it though)


Spirit Companionship

I wanted to make a quick little post because @urbanspellcraft and I were discussing this. I think she got an ask, which I’ll probably reblog too.

But what should you research when wanting to start companionship? What are things to consider?

I brought up a good point that she didn’t even think about.
Why do you want to get into it?
I think it’s SO incredibly important to take a minute, or a long time even, to consider what it is you want from companionship, and why you are interested.

I say this because there’s the people who just get into it because it seems “cool” or like the thing everyone is doing these days. This is a prime example of why you should not do it. Spirits are not a fad, and I honestly can’t stress this enough. They have thoughts and feelings, and I know for me, I wouldn’t want someone to bring me around just for a short period of time because others were doing it.

Companionship is a commitment. It’s more likely than not a lifetime commitment, if not one you have over lifetimes, in the plural. That’s something so big that I think everyone needs to take into account, because they don’t realize how big of a deal it really is.

I also want to add that I don’t really think it’s okay to just get a spirit purely for what they can do for you. It’s supposed to be a mutual friendship, not something that you buy them to do your bidding for you.
You need to give them love and attention and that all ties back into the commitment.

I think these are just a couple of things people absolutely need to take into account before beginning.

anonymous asked:

This is nothing like the glue issue, but our craft store has been overrun with adult coloring books. Anyone who wants a book on crafts can't find what they are looking for because the limited organization that was there has been totally overrun with adult coloring books. Try to take solace that at least when the craze dies down (soon, hopefully) glue has purposes other than being part of a craft fad. Best of luck

A lot of people compare this to the Glue Famine and we did have a colored pencil shortage 2015 around Christmas time because of the coloring book fad. That one kind of crept up on us slowly because we started getting demands for them about six months before we started seeing a negative impact. 

I think around Thanksgiving we started seeing demand get higher. People in our area were so snooty about it, too. 

“Well, we have plenty of Crayola pencils. You could use those.”

“Those are for children. I need high quality colored pencils for my coloring books.”

Crayola are actually some of the better kids brands. They have more concentrated colors. I know professionals who use them sometimes. 

Probably one of my favorite interactions about the colored pencils is one our floral designer had and I just happened to be walking by at the time:

Customer: Do you have mass quantities of industrial grade colored pencils.
Florist: If you’re looking for industry standard, we have Prismacolors. Those are the professional ones.
Customer: That’s not what I’m talking about. I mean industrial grade.
Florist: Industrial grade means the ones that are used in the industry, correct?
Customer: Yes.
Florist: Prismacolors are the ones used in the art industry.
Customer: No, you’re not hearing me. I want industry grade. The cheap ones that you can buy in bulk.
Florist: …
Customer: …
Florist: I think the word you’re looking for is ‘generic.’
Customer: No. Industrial grade.
Florist: Well, regardless, we don’t really carry mass quantities of anything.
Customer: -anger-

People wanted to plan coloring nights at like… nursing homes and stuff like that, but somehow didn’t plan it far enough ahead to think ‘well, maybe we’ll need colored pencils.’ And people REALLY bought into the relaxation aspect of it, but they seriously stressed over not getting it right and I’m like…

Your methods of stress management are not working. Have you considered therapy?

Best Birthday Ever

Pairings/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve, Natasha, Thor. Tony and Bruce (mentioned)

Summary: The Reader recalls her best birthday ever.

Prompt:  “I bet this isn’t what you thought you’d be doing on your birthday when you woke up this morning.”

Word Count: 1,868

Warnings: A little bit of angst that ends in fluffy goodness.

Tags: @oneshot-shit, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (My beta)

A/N: #Kinza’s 17th Writing Challenge using the above prompt.

*GIFs used are not mine*

June 1st, 2017

“Natasha, it’s fine. I know that you and Steve have been planning this date for months. No, go ahead and we’ll do something tomorrow afternoon okay? Now go before Cap has a fit that you aren’t there on time, like usual. Love you too sweets.” Y/N hangs up her phone with a sigh and takes a moment to gather her thoughts together.  She felt bad for lying to Natasha but she didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was cancelling on her birthday dinner.  She hates to make a big deal about it but this is the first time in years that she hasn’t had someone to celebrate with, be it family, friends, or a special someone.  

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Summary: You never felt like this before, so free, so loved, so accepted. In the past days Hvitserk showed you another side of life you never saw before. But that comes with a cost, you’re a slave and who doesn’t obay got punished for it. Lucky for your is Hvitserk their that night and gives you the night to never forget.
Words: 2062
Tag: @filippazm (promised to tag you)

In the days that past you felt like a little butterfly, constanly flying from the one beauty to the other. You were dreamy all the time, causing you to be not that fast in your work and getting more complaiment from your boss. But how hard the days could be, it didn’t matter. Every morning you stood up with the idea that you were dreaming, that the last couple of days even didn’t happen. But then he showed up as a little reminder. You walked out of the smith to pick up something with some trader when he pulled you behind a shed, kissing you a good day. Your hand rested against his ribs while your other wrapped around his wrist. His fingers cupped your face, tenderly while his kiss maked you soft inside. When he pulled back you still had your eyes closed, getting the longing for more through your body. ‘How is your day?’ He asked you gentle. You opened your eyes and smiled, still that insecure smile of yours.
'Better now, thank you.’ You whispered, looking up to his charmant smile. He caressed your cheek while you kept your eyes resting in his. 'I need to go Hvitserk, he is already so angry for me being so dreamy all the time, I don’t want to get late to.’ You broke the gazing to each other.
'Can I see you tonight?’ He asked. You looked down on his chest, your hand moving a little against the side of his body.
'I’m always on the same place so you will find me.’ You answered him without looking up. He pulled you a little closer, you rested your head against his chest, taking in the nice smell of his body.
'I see you tonight.’ He said while pressing a kiss on your hair. You smiled against his chest and pulled slowly back. He stroke your cheek one last time before he left you with that warming feeling on the inside, like your heart wanted to jump out. You pushed your body away from the wood and walked back to the smith, with that little smile playing around your lips. When you arrived your boss was bussy with the fire.
'Do you have it?’ He asked when he saw you walking in empty handed. And than you realized you didn’t go to the trader to pick up his stuff. All of the sudden that shy insecurity came back in your body, trying to get anything over your lips that could sound as a explanation. 'You stupid girl!’ He hitted you with the palm of his hand. The slap wasn’t that big but while pulling away you hitted your head against some wood, causing a headwound that started bleeding. The tears where filling up you eyes when you touthed i tand looked at the blood on your fingers. 'Get out of my sight!’ He yelled at you. You turned around and ran out, straight to that little cabin in the woods where nobody really cared about you.

You laid curled up on your bed in the loneliness you were so just to. Douthing the two worlds you were drifting between. A world you knew, where you were a slave and worked all day long to walk back to your lonely life afterwards. And then you had that new world where Hvitserk pulled you in, you loved that new world but it brought your old one in danger. Your fingers stroke the headwound again, it wasn’t that big but your head pounded a little. You embraced your sheets again, looking through the small little room you had here in the cabin, slowly embracing the darkness that fell over the woods. The short knock on the door turned you attention elsewhere. You came from the bed and walked over to the door, looking up to Hvitserk who gave you his most loving smile, but it faddeded as soon as he saw the wound on your head. 'What happened?’ He asked concerned. You left him in the door and walked back inside, he followed you in an instant.
'Nothing really.’ You tried to push away his concern.
'Y/n.’ He grabbed your hand, turning you gentle around back to him. You didn’t look up to him and that was enough for him to realize it wasn’t an accident.
'Who did this?’
'Nobody, I kicked my head thats all.’ You reacted softly. He supported your chin, turning your head a little to the left so he could see the wound from closer by.
'Did your boss did this?’ He asked, more demanding.
'Hvitserk please, let it go.’
'No I won’t.’ He protested. You looked up to him and slowly shook your head.
'I forgot something after seeing you. He was mad, and,’ your words drifted away and Hvitserk stroke a strain of your hair after your ear. You closed your eyes enjoying the soft touth of his fingers.
'I will punish him.’
'Don’t, it was my own fault.’ You whispered, pulling yourself in his embrace a little further. He wrapped his arms around you, tightened his grip and you smiled comforted.
'How can I make you feel better?’
'You already do.’ You pulled back and looked up to him, that insecurity already showing up again.
'I would never harm you.’ He whispered, stroking your face again, letting you feeling appreciated.
'I still don’t understand why you doing this Hvitserk.’ You still looked to him, to the charming smile causing your cheeks to turn red.
'Because you are worth it.’ He answered, placing his lips against yours. Your fingers took softly more fabrics of his clothes into a fist. He cupped your face, bringing you even closer while he depth his kiss even more. You felt your cheek burn all kind of red colors, a heat pulling throught your body. When he pulled back his lips stroke your skin, caressed your neck while he took in your smell. You just stood there, tightening his clothes in your fist while you closed your eyes and took everything in that he did. His lips got on the egde of your dress, resting on your colorbone and his fingers slowly pulled it aside over your shouder. You felt a short shiver getting throught your body when you shoulder was naked for his touch.
'Hvitserk I,’ you began insecure by all of it. He pulled back, lifted your chin and your hands relaxed against his stomach.
'Do you trust me?’ He asked, looking intensly in your eyes. You want to look away but he held on to your chin so you hadn’t a change. So you nodded. 'I’m not gonna hurt you.’ He promised, picking you in that kind of kiss again, the insensity of it brought you closer to him, pushing up on your toes. Your one hand traveled up to his face while you other stayed flat on his chest. He started exploring your body, his fingers roamed your naked shoulder before he slowly started to work downwards over your dress. Without you knowing you started to do the same thing, your hand traveled over his chest and you frooze a little by your own actions. 'Go on.’ He ecouraged you with a whispering in your ear, his lips leaving that warmth again. You softly folded your fingers around the egdes of his shirt and he helped you by pulling it out over his head. Your eyes rested on his bare chest before you looked up again, shy. He smiled down on you tenderly and you pushed back up, asking for his lips again. When your hands came in contact with his skin you hessitated a moment. Not that he gave you much time, his fingers stroke your other shoulder, pushing the dress from it causing your dress to slip lower on your body. You pulled your one arm out and wrapped it around his neck. He pulled you against his body completly and walked you backwards to the bed. You opened your eyes and looked up to him, eyes telling you trusted him and a sencere smile comforted you right back. You fingers moved softly over his chest, rested against his chin before you kissed him again and he laid you on the bed you earlier laid on in your own loneliness. But it was different now, you felt different. Never had anybody touched you like Hvitserk did. His lips followed your skin while your finger strangled themself through his hair, his braids. Your body started to accept his touch, moving away the shy uncertainty you felt. Your eyes felt shut, your body arched a little when his lips reached the sensitive skin of your breasts. The heat building up in your body waited on some kind of a release but until that it kept giving you more to handle … or not. You moaned underneath him and you felt a smile gainst your heated skin. You imagined your first time in so many ways but not like this, not with him. He was so soft, tender, so slowly and patient with you that you couldn’t think on something else than adjusting yourself to him.

When you waked up your body felt soar a little but under the feeling of him snuggling his nose in your hair the feeling fadded and maked place for that happy feeling. You turned slowly around in his embrace and looked at him. 'How was your night?’ He asked you with that boyish grinn of accomplishment.
'Amazing, thanks for asking. Yours?’ You asked with a tiny dmile back.
'The best.’ He answered, placing a kiss on your lips. You smiled in it, terrible in love with all of this. 'I promised my brothers that I would train with them so I have to go.’ He went further, resting his lips on your shoulder. You stroke his braid over his shoulder and petted his chest.
'Go.’ You insisted, not wanting to get his brothers behind you because they were angry on you for keeping him here. You curled up in the bed and looked how he got up and got dressed, admiring the vieuw with slithly red cheeks.
'Tell me if he does that again.’ He pointed to your headwound.
'I will, I promise.’ You reassured him. He gave you a last look, something with concern, charm, a hint of love before he left, leaving you again in the loneliness, althrought that got filled up by the memories from last night. Not far after he was gone you maked ready to, not eager to get back to the smith. But you had no choise, you were a simple slavegirl. On the way their you past the great hall, you stopped before you got around the corner when you saw the four sons of Ragnar standing. You didn’t want Hvitserk to notice you and kiss you in public so you stayed around the corner, overhearing their conversation.
'Told you I could pull it off.’ You recognized his voice immidiatly, causing that smile to spread over your face again.
'I don’t understand, you kissed her on day one and you got her into bed on day six,’ Ivar pauzed a moment. 'I thought you said she was the shy type?’ He reacted his anger of against Sigurd.
'She was.’ Sigurd defensed himself but all you could do was repeat those words again in your head, they were talking about you.
'Admit it, I won.’
'You won the bet brother, I’m proud of you.’ Ubbe smacked Hvitserk on the shoulder and the both of them started laughing. A bet? This was all a game to him?
'No reason to stay around her now, maybe your brother find a better target to bet on.’ Sigurd reacted. A bet … you were just a bet in their boyish fantasies. You swallowed the tears away, felt how your body cracked open by all of what you just heared. He never gave about you, why would he, you were a slavegirl to begin with. You pushed away and walked over the little square before the great hall, right to the smith.
'Y/n!’ Hvitserk called after you. You ignored him and took a right into a little shed, sliding down against the wooden wall while you cried out all the love you felt last days. But it wasn’t love for him, this was just all a game.

The Foxhole Court, Chapter 5 – Fun Moving Time, Fun Drama Time

In which we meet Matt, Neil’s torso makes me break out in Deadpool quotes, super-secret safes are bought to contain super-secret journals, and Kevin has a choking kink.

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Creepypasta #1139: I Found New Life On The Deep Web

Length: Medium

Remember when deep web stories were the fad? Every week, you’d find a new tale of someone going too far on the deep web, finding something terrible, and ending up getting attacked for speaking out against it. This story’s a bit similar.

The difference is, I still love the deep web.

Let me explain. I was a senior in high school at the time, and I was definitely no popular kid. My friends were the oddities of the school, the few people who dared to defy the norm. It was them who told me about the deep web – a place on the internet where you are completely unwatched, anonymous, capable of doing whatever you want. Of course, I was intrigued. Most of my friends just used it to buy drugs, but I thought a little bigger. I wanted to know what happened in the darkest parts of the deep web, whether or not my friends were telling the truth when they talked about horrible fetish sites and assassins you can hire to kill anyone you like.

Of course, I wasn’t planning on using any of it. I’ve never been particularly interested in sex, so fetish sites don’t interest me, and there’s really nobody I’d like to kill. It was the mystery of it all that fascinated me.

At the time, I was tired of the monotony of life. I’d get up at the same time every day, go to school, attend the same classes, talk to the same people, go home, play some games, do homework, go to sleep, and then… it’d repeat. I wondered if other people got tired of that.

It took me a while to actually dive into the deep web. As fascinated as I was, I’d been warned of what could happen to me – I read the stories I talked about, too. Who isn’t afraid of being threatened by hackers, or stalked by some creep you piss off online? That kind of shit kept me from actually going on the deep web, until the day I manned up and decided it was time to break the monotony. It was time to delve into the underbelly of the Internet, time to see a world I had only dreamed off.

It was just drug sites, and stuff where people exposed government secrets, or whatever. Nothing as dark as I expected – I don’t even do drugs, so that was useless to me, and I wasn’t into politics. There wasn’t really much I was into back then. So, I was disappointed. The only reason I kept exploring was my sheer desire to experience the world I thought existed on the deep web. That world was darker than any drug site. That world had murder, torture, fucked up porn for fucked up people, and all sorts of nasty shit.

Just when my apathy towards the deep web got to its highest point, I found what I was looking for. The site didn’t have a name – I thought it was a broken link for a bit, since it only led me to a black screen. Right before I could click out, however, a chat box opened on the screen. Someone using the name ‘admin’ typed in the chat box, saying:

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Imagine being a slave to Ivar (part 4)

Summary: Ivar changed since he came back from his journey, since he lost his parents, since you got wounded trying to protect his mother. He cares a little more, hardly enough to call it a big change. But it’s something. But than he finds out about you and Ubbe and like usual he loves to make a point.
Warning: A tiny little bit of smut

Words: 2136

His mother died … his father died and he wanted to revenge both of their deads. It maked him more angry and frustrated that he usual was but he didn’t reacted it out on you. After days lying in bed you felt good enough to get up after a week. You shoved the fabric from your dress over your shoulder and looked down to the wound you had. You couldn’t really call that a battlewound but it would leave a mark, a mark that you could tell your childeren about … if you would have some in the future. When your fingertips scanned the wound you flinched a little by the pain it still brought. As soon as Ivar crawled in you pulled your dress back over your shoulder, trying not to get his attention while you got up to wash some clothes. ‘Where are you going?’ He asked immidiatly. You sighed in thoughts, turned around, hardly wanted to look at him. Ever since that moment you waked up and gazed in his bleu eyes something changed. He asked more of your attention, in the good and bad way. He was carefull but his sarcasme about you being utterly stupid still stayed. But the way he said it … that changed. It was like he didn’t mean it like he just to, it was like, he saw you more like an equal? If you had know that you would risk your life a little sooner. Still, his dominance had still impact on you, afraid but carefully curious, that was your current mood around him.
'Washing?’ You answered, holding up a basket with clothes, his clothes.
'Sit down.’ He pointed towards the place that you earlier sat.
'Ivar, I really need to,’
'It’s not because I was away and you took an arrow for my mother that you can think to talk back to me. Sit!’ He intterupted you. You nodded fast, placing the basket by the door and walking back to the bed, sitting on the egde. He pulled his body up next to you and you looked at him in an uncertain way. His eyes went to your shoulder, shoving that little bit of fabric away until he could see the wound you had. 'Does it hurt?’
'What do you think?’ You asked him back, he gave you a warning glance, pressing his finger against the wound a little. 'Auuwh.’ You reacted angry, he chuckled.
'It still hurts.’ He concluded. His finger stroked softly around the wound, leaving you with a little shiver down your spine. It was something that he like to do, looking at that wound, like it gave him some kind of goal for his future. His finger wandered down a little, pushing more of your dress down to just right above your breast. And you thought of Ubbe … he had touched you in so many ways that Ivar his touch remind you of that night. In a split second you looked at him, only to see that darkness in his eyes. 'You can go.’ He finally said. You jumped up, pulled your dress good and took your basket again. When you looked at him you saw him staring in thought to you. He knew … he knew what you and Ubbe had shared.

And that day came sooner than you liked when you stood aside Margrethe, serving three of the boys. It was weird, not dining in the great hall as usual. Now you were in their place, bringing around food and ale. 'You had enough with one woman so you thought to steal mine to?’ Ivar asked Ubbed. Sigurd his eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder to you.
'Did you,’ he looked back to his brother, laughing about it. You only could look down, your cheeks already flaming with heath by the thought of where this conversation was going.
'You were dead.’ Ubbe said nonchalant, drinking from his cup, keeping an close eye to his little brother. Ivar pushed his knife in the wood of the table.
'I’m not so dead, am I.’
'Mother said so.’
'Mother is the one dead now, thanks to you.’ Ivar started arguing. You carefully looked aside to Margrethe who swallowed tensed. Ivar making a scene was worse than Ivar proving himself.
'Don’t talk about mother.’ Ubbe intterupted him. Ivar grabbed his cup and held it up to you without even looking, you runned over and poured it full. You wanted to leave but he grabbed you by the waist, keeping you right aside him.
'How was she? Good, willingly?’
'Drunk, I was drunk.’ You whispered in your own defens.
'So you admit to it?’ He asked you rather harsh, his fingers creeping on the back of your knees underneath your dress, slowly moving up. You squeezed your thights together and looked to Ubbe for help.
'It wasn’t her fault Ivar.’ He defensed you.
'No, she is to stupid for that.’ It was like they were talking without you in the room. Like you weren’t there.
'She is naive , not stupid.’
'Can I go?’ You asked softly. His fingers held still and he looked up to you.
‘No.’ He simply said. Sigurd and Ubbe changed looks with each other in that moment, making Ivar probarbly more angry than he already was. ‘I told you Y/n,’
‘I know Ivar but your mother had a dream about you dying and I was upset.’ You rattled fast. His eyes changed a little and he pulled his hand back, nodding you to go. You breathed out in relief and got as fast as possible back to Margrethe.
‘So if you can have my woman, I can have yours?’ Ivar asked, looking aside towards Margrethe.
‘You had her already.’ Sigurd backed his brother up. Ivar moved his lower jaw, trying to keep his temper while he looked towards his brother.
‘Did I ask you something brother?’ He hissed. One voice shouted that you got to get away, the other said that you had to take a little control of the situation. Ivar changed a little, he was more willingly to listen to you, he cared maybe a little more.
‘I’m sick of it that people always have to dance to your expectations. Mother is dead, Ubbe slept with your slave, deal with, don’t treat her or us any different about it.’ Sigurd spitted out.
‘He doesn’t treat me differently.’ You reacted in first instinct, which maked you side with Ivar and that was a very dangerous and exciting thing to do.
‘Don’t talk.’ Ubbe advised you with a concerned look.
‘No, let her talk.’ Ivar shouted out, pointing his knife towards his brother. Not that you had much more to say but they all stared at you so you had to. But you couldn’t find the words so you looked to the ground, intensly trying to find some. ‘Go home Y/n.’ Ivar commanded, his voice didn’t sound so commanding like it just to. You looked up to him and he gave you a slow nod, was he thanking you? Keeping you away for what could follow? What does this mean? But you didn’t asked questions, you just walked out, leaving Margrethe alone in what had to come.

You really couldn’t sleep, you gazed in the darkness waiting for Ivar to crawl in. It was hours now and he didn’t came to the cabin. After another hour you stood up, got a cloak over your dress and walked out searching for him. The first place you looked was his brothers house but he wasn’t there, you only saw Sigurd sleeping. So you walked to the beach, knowing that he stared to the horizon sometimes. And it was exacly what you found, Ivar sitting in the sand and starring. ‘Ivar?’ You asked carefull. Where you used to get away from him every moment you had, you now seeks his company. He looked up a little surpriced before his eyes grew distant again.
‘What are you doing here Y/n?’ He asked you back, bored.
‘I was worried.’
‘You never been worried before.’ He murmured without looking back at you. You stood beside him before you desiced to sit down, wrapping your hands around your knees.
‘More than you think. I am maybe scared and stupid but I care sometimes to.’ You replied softly, looking at him. Something in his eyes flinched a little but he didn’t look back at you. ‘I’m sorry for what I did. If I had knew that you were still alive I would never,’ your voice fadded away on the light brease there was. You thought of that night with Ubbe while you looked to the waves hitting rolling over  the sand.
‘You still think to much of him.’ He reacted, looking at you. You flattened your face and looked back at him, how could he see that? ‘I hate it when you think of my brothers like that.’ He whispered with that slightly warning tone in his voice.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘You need to forget him, I’m back, you’re mine.’ He persisted. You swallowed, nodding fastly but it wasn’t enough for him. ‘Did you enjoyed it?’ He asked, leaning in closer to, his fingertips on your colorbone again so he could see that wound again.
‘Liar.’ He hissed low.
‘Yes, Ivar, I liked it.’ You reacted despared. He pushed you back in the sand, hovering a little over you while his dark blue eyes studies your face. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t know what I have to say or do to convince you of  that.’
‘I need you to forget him, I will let you forget him.’ His hand sliding underneath your clothes, fingers roaming your stomach, the curves of you breasts. You took a deep breath, looking back at him while you felt that certain warmth getting through your body again. ‘Did you forgot him already?’ He asked. You slowly shook your head … not sure why you did it, because it was the truth or because you didn’t want him to stop. His grinn darkened a little while he laid his hand around one of your breasts, giving it a squeeze. He was taunting you, a weird sweet expectation spreading through your body. You felt his warm breath against your ear, while he kissed your neck, giving it a sharp bite. You gasped out of reaction and he chuckled about it, moving his lips further while his hands traveled down over your stomach towards your tights. The longing you felt wasn’t the same as with Ubbe. He was direct, didn’t taunt you like Ivar did and you had no idea what was sweeter. You squeezed your legs strong together and he only amused himself about it. ‘Come on now Y/n, I know you want to.’ He murmured throught kissed througt. You didn’t give in so he surpriced you by placing his lips on your, forcing you to let your breath go in that kiss. You hand grabbed to his hair, trying to hold on but at the end … you felt your legs weaken under the desire and he smiled into the kiss, his hand covering up your female part.
‘Ivar.’ You breathed out, almost asking for more.
‘Did you forgot him already.’
‘If you keep asking me that,’
‘Simple yes or no Y/n.’ He interupted you.
‘No.’ You whispered, curving your body up to his, meeting the touch of his hand. Your body burned, why wasn’t it like this with Ubbe?
‘You are mine.’
‘Yes I’m yours.’ You said hastly, a little moan escaped your lips when he rubbed his hand a little faster. You maked a fist with his clothes and looked for a kiss again. And than all of the sudden he pulled back. No touch, no sensation … he left you with all that burning desire for him.
‘That’s your punishment, maybe next time I will please you with something more.’ He teased. You just laided there, still wanting all of him and not getting it.
‘Ivar please.’ You begged.
‘I like to hear you begging.’ He reacted, placing  his lips on yours, squeezing your throat right on it’s place so you couldn’t ask for more.
‘Please.’ You asked again. He pulled back and smiled down at you.
‘No, go sleep.’ He commanded. He rolled away, sitting up again, looking at the waves like nothing happened in the first place. So you stood up, the heat that burned your body hardly been able to hold your body up when you tried to walk away. ‘You forgot him right?’ He asked. You turned around, looking at the smug grinn on his face. For a moment you wanted to slap it away.
‘Imagine that this was barly half of what I can do to you.’ He pointed to the sand beside him. You looked at the flattened place and walked further. The whole way back you could think of nothing else than his touch, his fingers over your body, his kiss. This was indeed the biggest punishment he could give you.

Last night I walked through the gay neighborhood and it was full of hordes of straight people, some snickering, a lot of them there to “slum” or because “gays are good at dancing”. I don’t go to any of those places anymore. Every lesbian bar we used to have either became a place for gay men or went out of business.

I was talking to my friend, and he pointed out that if you can’t define a thing, it has to be for everyone. So when people started to try and redefine lesbian–I’ve seen it as “any wlw”, a woman “primarily attracted to women”, and “someone attracted to feminine aligned people”–what you end up with is something so nebulous it literally includes everyone.

And here is the thing when you are a minority or disenfranchised: if the majority is included, they will rule it. They will take it over. They will gentrify it until you can’t look at it anymore. And it will never be for you again. Because all classes in power have a feeling of entitlement, especially straight and male entitlement. That’s why we have lesbians trying to use the “queer” label on themselves. They want to fit into a community that has taken our labor and our community and diluted it so we can never find each other.

All those people, trying to get a taste of the “gays”. That’s why we walk past, we go where we won’t be bothered. At the “gay” bars, there are straight men there till late who say they’ll “pick off the fag hags”. There are women who try to get me to kiss them for their fetishistic boyfriends. Men grasp my breasts without my permission, then laugh if off because they are gay. If I am recognized as a lesbian, I become part of the show for the straight people and for the “queer” people I’m like something embarrassing.

Many of the gay men I know get mocked, too, though–they don’t look “cosmopolitan” enough. They didn’t put on the proper costume. Because “queer” means strange, and if we aren’t strange we must come up with more words to make us stranger. “Lesbians are boring,” I have heard time and time again. Straight people ask if I’ve been with a man before. “Queer people” ask if I would date a trans woman. None of them can let me exist without access to my life, without knowing.

Being a lesbian becomes very lonely when everyone thinks that we should all “experiment”. And at the end of the day, it’s the same old homophobia: if our lives are nothing but sex for pleasure, why can’t anyone play? And why can’t we put our sex lives on hold like any other vice?

When they tell me that having sex has nothing to do with dating, and that I should be open to males, what I hear is “love has nothing to do with your nasty homosexual sex”.

I was walking past the gay neighborhood, and I didn’t stop. We don’t live there anymore. We live everywhere and lost our homes.

So when somebody wants to come on here and insert themselves into lesbian conversations by trying to insist that we are close minded bigots for our homosexuality, I wonder when they’ll realize they’ve taken enough.

Only when the next fad comes, I guess.

Don’t you hate it when your friend makes a dumb choice you had already talked them out of?

He’s waiting for her outside of her trailer. Soul gets his ass up early, so he knows he won’t miss her. He’s not sure what he’s hoping to achieve with this, but he’s pretty sure that the last thing Maka wants to do is another movie.

She pushes her door open softly, and she meets his gaze. Her eyes are red, and a little swollen, and she shakes her head before he can even take a step towards her. “Please don’t.”

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What is WSLF?

WSLF stands for Whole Starch Low Fat.  Mrs Vegan & I wrote a cookbook to help people reach health goals on a vegan diet without starving themselves called WSLF Life Changing Cookbook.  We have a free WSLF guide, too & there are plenty of videos Basic Vegan Bitch & others have made.  We have only made one or two videos on it ourselves. I think our haters have made more videos on WSLF than we have in fact, strange!  http://www.mrmrsvegan.com

  The main concept is that your meals are centered on starches, which are more calorie dense than fruit & veggies, so you get enough food to support your metabolism w/o going overboard on processed foods or starving yourself on fruits and veggies.  The more important thing is not counting calories or portion control and to eat until comfortably full.  Instead of adopting a restrictive diet, WSLF is about replacing with healthier options & celebrating on celebrations.  

Whole Starch based diets are what humans evolved to eat & our bodies are perfectly adapted for a healthy food environment based on starches.  When you hit your health goals or along the way you can add back in more lightly processed & richer plant foods and evaluate how they impact your progress. 

 Starch is the basis for the human diet & why we are human.  You can read more about Starchivores here, too.

We had so many people coming to us for help from weight gain on the vegan diet & since both of us had such a great experience following the McDougall Diet (almost 20 years for me) we combined our experience helping people McDougall into WSLF, which is just simplified with less room for error.  I used to run an app where I would get pics of the people I coached plates every day & the most common issue was processed foods with hidden ingredients.  Get rid of processed foods and everyone succeeds the first time & from there you build back more fun foods.  

What WSLF is NOT:

restrictive - you can eat anything you want, you can WSLF 10% of the time to 100% its up to you.  We seek to replace unhealthy foods with tastier health foods.  Also, we have no limit or calorie counting.  Your job is to eat to comfortably full and hit your nutrient needs.

disordered eating - same as above, this is the most unrestrictive diet on the planet that works for weight loss.  you get to eat enjoyable meals, use sugar & salt, have a birthday on your birthday, christmas on christmas, easter on easter, celebrate on celebrations, not for breakfast/lunch & dinner, that is the Standard American Diet & that is disordered eating & a vegan version of the SAD diet is the same thing.  Any diet where 50% of the people on it die of heart disease or cancer & 70% are overweight is extremely disordered.  

a cult - WSLF is based on science, not religion.  Our Cookbook contains an incredible amount of high quality sources from Biochemistry texts to large high quality studies on health.  Also, we would rather take pictures of our food than of ourselves.  We are not cult leaders, just vegans who want you to experience the wonderful results we had, we refer you to everyone else in the community Vegan Dr’s, Vegan RD’s, Vegan Chef’s, etc.  & we have a free version of the WSLF guide that we put a lot of work into so anyone can enjoy it.  Its not about us.  We’d rather you worship Dr. Gregor, Dr. McDougall, Dr. Campbell, Dr. Esselstyn, etc.  Those are the real heros, we just share them with you.

I hope that helps you & everyone else who is interested!  I know you got more than you bargained for with this answer!  There is a ton of confusion and misrepresentation out there.  Our WSLF Facebook group is just the most amazing place.  We have had over 1000 testimonials posted, several happen every day & I have just started posting the quotes to this Tumblr.  We get a lot of criticisms, people are tired of fad diets & don’t trust food or people hyping food & I don’t blame them, but I help people for free in the group.  People think that is weird & attack me over helping others.  Some people watch TV, play video games, etc with their spare time.  The reason I have spare time is because of the vegan diet & Dr. McDougall so this is what I do with it for over 10 years now :)  It will always be a huge part of my life.  It has been when 4 people read my blog or 40,000 people watch me order a vegan pizza on youtube.

Life the proof & spread the truth. ~ Mr & Mrs Vegan