i wonder if it leavs a mark

Teacher picked on me for being autistic, I got her fired.

When I was in 4th grade, i had a teacher named Mrs. Seeles (Like Seals). She was regarded as one of the kindest teachers in our school, to everyone. Everyone but me. I had quite a few learning disabilities that made much of her class confusing and hard to keep up with, especially with the way she taught. She would go over one thing and then have a test on it the next day to see if we learned it, which i always did bad on. 

Now, I was no means a perfect student. But I did my work without complaining, I did homework like i should. My best friend at the time, Jack, would attest to this, as he liked to copy things off my work because he was a sneaky kid. We sat next to each other so it wasnt very hard to get answers from one another. We were both boys so it got a little excitable sometimes and rowdy (not to mention we like-liked each other)

Mrs. Seeles didnt like our friendship in the least, and would always snap at us, more specifically me because i was seen as an easy target. I would never speak up against it or try to do anything, unlike Jack who would demand that we werent doing anything wrong. So she decided to focus in on me instead.

Whenever I passed in class work or homework, she wouldnt grade it. I would get bad reports home saying how I wasnt doing what I was supposed to be doing. All in all, my parents believed her more over me because they never trusted me to begin with. So Jack and I plotted. 

Being only in 4th grade, it wasnt the best plan, but it worked. I would do my work, then Jack would write the exact same things as I did. We did this for months. I would recieve bad grades while Jack excelled in his. We got the papers back. We stored them away.

Near the halfway part of the semesters, We both brought this up to our parents. We called each other on the home phones and explained what had been going on. How Jack would copy my work and Pass it in just like I did, but I never got the credit. We showed them the papers, which were exactly identical. Mine were marked wrong, Jacks were marked right.

My parents were furious. Because of that teacher their child was failing the 4th grade. They threw a fit over at the school board council, gave them complete hell. Within the week, Mrs. Seeles was packed up and leaving the school.

The new teacher that replaced her was wonderful. I went from failing to As in weeks. 

Fun Fact: I actually stopped doing a lot of my homework because of Mrs. Seeles because why do it if it wont be graded? That problem developed heavily into my mind and its been a problem ever since. hope your happy. Graduating from High School this year, going into Theatrical Arts College.

Seeing Stars

How long had it been? Four or Five Years since you became his caretaker? Five, but the last year seemed like a blur. A wonderful blur, but a blur nonetheless. Now, the merman considered you more than a friend or caregiver. You were his mate. And he made sure to show it and let any staff member know if they even looked at you with a lustful gaze.

He was a special case. He was sentient and had the ability to speak. Though he often refused to. So, the staff members allowed the relationship to form. And when your manager saw his drastic improvements - he urged you to take it much farther than just friends.

He was a deep sea Mermaid. Unlike the reef mermaids who were predominantly female and brightly colored. His skin was desaturated and light grey. His body was muscular, but athletic. He had: black hair, a Spiney tail with bioluminescent scales that formed a pattern, sharp teeth, webbed hands, and pink eyes that dilated and contracted in the light. And his species were predominantly male. They rarely ever came to the surface unless in need of help. This Merman however was caught in Reef Mermaid Territory and they nearly ripped him limb from limb. His injuries had been life threatening, but thankfully since he was a rather large size - he was able to the operated on and saved.

When his time came to be released back into the wild - he relented. He wanted to stay and learn more about humans. And the aquarium allowed it. In return he just had to show off every once in awhile for an audience; something he was fine with doing since it was only for an hour three times a day.

However, he was picky about his humans. Only certain ones could give him medical care. And only one could teach him. And that was you. And he fell for you very quickly. He would always bring you gifts or ask certain staff to give you cards he came up with. Or even give you a bag of his favorite human snacks. And in your fourth year, you started to fall for him slowly. He even gave himself a human name for you.

“Star?”

He didn’t understand the concept of gender. Biological sex yes, but gender was something he honestly didn’t care about.

You looked out and saw him break the surface his pink eyes just watching you. You watched him go back under. Something was up. You took off your jacket and set his meal aside. Then your shoes before carefully wading into the water.

He popped up again this time in front of you. He looked flustered.

“S-sorry.” he mumbled, “I’m not feeling the best today.”

“It’s alright, are you feeling feverish? Bloated or?” you asked him.

Your aquarium knew a lot about his biology, but there was one thing they could never figure out and that was mating cycles. They weren’t like most animals where it was yearly or even monthly. Their cycles had to build up. And something in the back of your head told you - you were about to find out all about his biological mating cycle.

“Bloated… is a very good word for this love.” he chuckled softly, “Tell me what is the moon phase?”

“Full, and the fifth Anniversary of you being here.” you said blinking curiously.

“Mmmm that would be it…” he said, “Love it would be wise if you were not in the pool with me. I’m sentient, but still wild in my own way.” he gently pushed you into the shallow end.

It clicked. And your face was crimson red.

“O-oh!” is all you said.

He nodded, “I don’t want to risk hurting you.”

You scrambled back a bit, and he followed, but was still a few feet away. He just gave you a gentle smile.

“Sweetheart, you know you can ask me anything right?” you asked him softly.

“I do, but I know not how human anatomy would work with mine. I cannot risk hurting you or feel the heartbreak of an unviable brood. This will pass I promise.” he said albeit eerily calmly.

He looked over and saw the bucket of fish and hummed. He grabbed it and devoured the entire thing. Which was odd for him as he was a light eater. Yet this time he left nothing but bones.

“I-i mean… if human males can inseminate the Reef Mermaids… it should work for us yes?” you asked him.

He licked his fingers, before cleaning up his mess and setting the bucket aside. He crawled up further to you. He smirked.

“See, they are built like whales or other fish. My kind… we’re a little different. Being all male we have a different system that can work with each others anatomy.”

A webbed hand ran up your abdomen and gently pushed it. Like as if he were testing something. He hummed idly.

“Technically we’ve not consummated - so… I-i…” you murmured.

He heard this and perked up looking down at you, eyes bright and surprised. His skin filled with blood and turned red, his bioluminescent parts lighting up. He seemed to really appreciate that offer. He lowered down and kissed you.

“Tell me are you truly that serious? My kind mates for life. And if we do this~” he cooed.

You giggled, “Of course, I love you Star.” you said throwing your arms around him. You pressed into him, “T-that and to be honest I am rather curious… if it hurts me in anyway we will stop.”

He chuckled and gently tugged at your wetsuit.

“Promise?” he asked, “And should I explain… or?”

“No, explaining anything. It might scare me off, if I have questions I’ll ask as we go along. And I promise.” you chuckled nervously reaching up and unzipping your suit to reveal your breasts.

“Alright, but if I don’t stop just punch me in the nose alright?” he asked.

You playfully roll your eyes, “Alright. Jesus, for a creature that’s not supposed to be intelligent you’re smarter than most of my species males.”

He chuckled and ripped off your suit deeming you were being too slow. “Well we do love our partners. They come first.”

He looked over your body, gently touching every area he could to get a gauge on what felt good for you. Your neck, your thighs, the small of your back,and even smaller areas most humans forgot about. When he found all your erogenous zones he went to work.

You were quite surprised by how quickly he found everything. You moaned when he nibbled at your neck and shuddered when he kneaded your breast. You could barely return the favor as you ran your hands down his chest and over the sensitive gills causing him to gasp slightly and moan. However when you got too eager and moved your hands lower he pinned him above your head.

“No, not yet.” he said groaning slightly, he just wanted to take you, but he knew enough about humans to know they needed a little help to be prepared for sex.

You pouted and huffed, but respected his wishes and he let go. You leaned up and kissed him, but this time there was a thick mucus like substance. It tasted like kelp.

He chuckled, “Trust me darling you might not like the taste, but it’s going to make this process much easier and far more enjoyable for you. Now, since you’re about as clueless as I am on anatomy, please present yourself.”

You chuckled and nodded, “You’re sweet, Star.”

He just smiled down at you, “No, that would be you. You’ve been nothing, but kind to me since coming here.” he pushed himself back fully, examining you. This was rather different. So, many choices. What to play with first.

A cramp in his abdomen made his choice for him. There wasn’t anytime to experiment, this was getting painful for the merman. He needed to release his eggs and soon.

He gently rubbed two fingers over your folds causing your hips to buck up. You whimpered softly.

“O-okay, see the soft nub at top? That is a very sensitive place for us, and the middle hole? Thats our-”

“Mmm needn’t say anymore love.”

Before you knew it, your legs were over his shoulders and his long tongue was working you. The mucus made everything so warm that all you could do was moan as the pleasure became stronger.

When he nibbled and sucked at your clit you cried out in pleasure. Your hands reaching into his: medium length, black, wet hair. You pushed your hips into him. Guiding him as he asked what your liked. Of course, you hadn’t known at first due to inexperienced partners in the past, but oh boy you were beginning to find out.

“P-please just let me ride your tongue.” you moaned out softly.

“Mmm my pleasure dear.” he said and pushed what he could of his tongue into you. Salivating even more at your taste.

It formed more mucus that made your insides warm and seep in its own natural lubricants. And if that wasn’t enough when he started moving it, you felt like you were going to go right over the edge. Yet, no matter how much he teased you couldn’t. Even with the mucus causing your pleasure sensors to reach unbelievable heights.

When Star was satisfied he pulled away, he looked at how dazed you looked and then down at how soaked and engorged you were. Even your clit had enlarged before it had been barely visible, but now - it was triple in size and that’s what he had wanted. You whined spreading your legs more.

You were a little embarrassed, but heavens it felt wonderful and you trusted him not to belittle you for being so needy. He leaned over and bit your breast leaving some teeth marks, he sucked and gently pulled causing your back to arch.

“F-fuck Star!! Please…. Stop teasing.” you cried out.

He pulled away and licked up the blood. The mucus stopped the bleeding immediately. Good, he had no worries everything was compatible so far.

“Sweetheart, we can not do it like this, I will crush you.” he chuckled lifting your head.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and chuckled.

“How is it you can turn me into a goopy mess?” you smiled and kissed him, your core still aching.

“Mmm usually I ask that.” he said and looked around, he found a rock out of view, and gently took you to it. He carefully got onto it and then got you situated as well.


“H-heh so like this?” you asked, “M-makes sense since I can’t… nggh breath underwater.”

“Are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“I’m fine just… please…” you whimpered.

“First look down.” he cooed softly, he had been very good about hiding his arousal, but now some of it was peaking out, “You get to curb your curiosity.”

You scooted a little and looked down between you and smirked seeing it. So, it was fairly standard to most whales and dolphins. That made you less nervous. You hummed moving your hands down and rubbed around it looking up seeing his eyes were closed.You giggled and grinded on him and looked down seeing it fully emerge. It was hard to miss against his black scales. It was a flushed pink that matched his bioluminescence.

Your face flushed, oh he was large. No wonder he was worried. You snickered gently wrapping a hand around it, and felt all of the delicious ribs. The tip was thin and tapered which would make this a little bit easier, the base was slightly bulbous which confused you, but you rolled with it. You heard your mate moaning your name softly his pink bioluminescent features gently rolling in a soft soothing pattern.

You went a bit harder and faster, when his eyes shot open. You saw this look and stopped immediately. He grunted softly and sat up slightly pulling you into a kiss. You shuddered and kissed him back moaning when he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You felt his hands move you over him.

“Are you ready?” he purred softly, “Now remember if this is successful you may not be able to go back to a normal life. Nor can we break our bond.”

“I Understand love, just please, be gentle.” you said smiling.

“I love you.” he said and kissed you.

“I love you too.” you kissed him back, “I-i do have one request, could I maybe face the other way. You are a bit large so it will be easier.”

He nodded smiling, “Of course dear.”

He shifted you around carefully so your back was against his chest and his head rested on your shoulder before he gently lowered you onto him, his mucus and your own lubricants made the shift painless. And each little rib hit all the right places inside. You moaned out and leaned back slightly and began grinding into him. He did what he could, but you had to put out most of the work. Maybe one day they’d have a breathing apparatus you could use this would be much easier. For now this would have to do. You panted as you moved your hips, but you were wearing out rather quickly. It was then that you felt your mate’s hands come around your hips and begin lifting and plunging you onto him.

You leaned back onto his chest, arm slung back to stroke his cheek. Your breathing was becoming hard. You could feel your body coming so close. But, it was still so far and it was frustrating. Even with the rougher and faster pace your body was just not reaching.

“S-star please, I want to cum so badly.” you moaned.

He smirked, you were begging and it was kind of cute. A nice reversal as well, usually he was the one begging for attention. He hummed gently working himself deeper and deeper, the thin tip pressing pass the cervix he came to a grind not wanting to risk hurting you. He moved his hands around to spread your lips apart and rubbed at your engorged clit taking the large nub between his fingers giving you a mini handjob. If this was going to work, he needed to knot you during an orgasm so nothing spilled out. He grunted bumping into you faster his knot growing his fingers working your engorged clit more and more until.

“STAR!” you arched back and came clenching around him, barely even noticing the knot inside locking you into place until you tried to lift your hips and cried out again, you kept grinding into your mate setting off his own orgasm and moaned feeling the warm liquid seep into you. There was an unusual pressure however.

You glanced back at him, “L-love?”

He just kissed you gently, “Is it uncomfortable?”

“No, just odd…” you breathed whimpering it still felt oh so good, “How far are you in me?”

“Past your barriers darling.” he cooed moaning softly, gently grinding into you, “We’re not done yet.”

You were shocked by this, at least until you felt the knot expand even more, spreading you out. You felt little bumps in his shaft and it hit you what was happening. And now you knew exactly why he was concerned. However you were in too much pleasure to even care.

“Ahh.. fuck please fill me up.” you whimpered as he bit into your neck and thrusted only once and the eggs started moving into you. Every time one popped in you felt heavier and heavier. You noted his stomach flattened out as yours got bigger. You begged for more, but as soon as your womb was full, but not stretched too far that was all he had, he rammed into you bringing you to another orgasm as well as himself filling you up with more fluid to round out the small pooch you did have.

You cried out his name as he pulled away from your neck and licked it. Once he was down from his high he immediately tended to you.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” he asked rubbing a hand over your now obviously bloated abdomen.

You managed a nod as you felt his knot decreasing and him slipping out of you, which made you whine. You wanted more, “Mmm it feels so good still.”

He kissed your shoulder and gently rubbed your clit, it was still engorged, the mucus was almost washed off though perhaps he could bring you to another orgasm. “Patience love.” he hummed and rubbed at it, making sure to hit all the right places until you came again shaking against him.

He pulled away when you cooled off and just rubbed your abdomen, “Oh my my, you took the entire brood! Oh, they’re going to be so cute. Your dna mixed with mine.” he was just fawning over you now. He nuzzled your cheek and licked it, “I must get a bed put in here for you! Or a pool  in your place for me! I want to be there watching you grow as you carry my fry.”

Your face flushed as you leaned back onto him looking at your own abdomen you looked four to five months pregnant. “H-how big will they get?” you asked worried.

“Not very, they will fill up their egg, maybe double in size. You’ll lay them and then they’ll hatch!” he hummed, rubbing your abdomen.

“O-oh good… my body can handle that.” you chuckled smiling, you looked back at him, “You really think I look good like this?”

“You do.” he cooed kissing your lips, “Maybe next time there will be more!!”

“N-next time?” you asked.

“Mmm yes, once every five years we must somehow remove our brood whether it’s implanting or naturally disposing of them…” he hummed kissing your neck, “And please don’t stress, not many survive. It’s not like you’ll have dozens of babies. And not all mating cycles work… to be honest… if they are viable it’ll be my first time too.”

You actually felt kind of sad, but understood what he meant, you nodded, “I actually like this feeling…” you smiled and looked back at him, “I love you Star.”

“I love you too.” he said and shifted so he could kiss you deeply and tenderly.

The months passed by and you had been able to talk the aquarium into letting Star take Parental leave until the small merbabies were able to function well and were healthy enough to be in the now expanded aquarium tank with their father. He was sitting in the salt water pool making sure his aquascaping would be safe for them. He even made a small area just incase they needed more time to hatch. He was so excited. He hummed and looked at the ring on his finger. It was his idea, he wanted to marry you in the human way since you went through with what his kind did for mating for life. Luckily since he was able to prove his sentience easily you were able to find a priest willing to do the ritual.

He looked over to you as you just relaxed in the shallow end of the pool. You looked about eight months pregnant now. He swam over sensing something in the air change and pushed himself up so he could be sitting with you. It was almost time.

He had been doing some reading on human births and found your systems were very - unethical as he called it. The pain he read about scared him, so he had a plan. He kissed your neck and up to your cheek giggling.

“Star, what are you….” you winced feeling the pressure in your abdomen.

There it was, Star cooed, “It is time I could smell it!!” he said and kissed you, “Darling, come into the water.”

You obliged and gently waded in. Star managed to push himself up enough to hit a button that would close any open blinds. Then another that dimmed the lights in the pool. He let the overhead lights stay the way they were since they weren’t very bright currently. He swam back over seeing you were already starting the breathing exercises. He was working up that kelp flavored mucus. He was hoping to make this as painless on you as possible. He hummed kissing your cheek sloppily.

“Darling take off your bottoms. I have an idea.” he said gently trying to reassure you.

You nodded and took off your swim skirt and set it to the side. The labor pains weren’t as severe as they could have been, but still had you close to tears. You were relieved when Star told you about his plan and hoped it would work. This was too much and it wasn’t just one baby it was a brood of eggs.

You felt star rubbing at your lips and groaned, what was he trying to pull? You weren’t in the mood for this. You looked down at him and he just pulled your legs over his shoulders.

“S-star what are you?”

“If the mucus worked before maybe it’ll work here.” he said before plunging his tongue into you.

Now that made sense and you felt your sore body immediately take in his little quick fix and warm itself into pleasure. Oh, if this was how it was going to be everytime viable or not you wanted him to stuff you with his brood every time. Within five minutes you were moaning out his name. Your vagina, lips and clit engorged even more than before. He spent about ten or so minutes doing this until you were an absolute mess of pleasure. He noted how long it would take you to become near unresponsive for future reference.

But, now came the fun part. Star shifted so he would be able to help adjust your legs into a proper position. He even moved his hand between your legs to hold your lips apart as he would’ve done for a another mer partner. However he decided to help coerce the eggs out and gently rub your clit and lips.

While this seemed odd you were grateful. You’d rather be put into a stupor with pleasure than pain. And would have to do something for him later. You felt the eggs line up in your canal and soon it came time to push. Stars fingers did not relent on your engorged clit. However each wave of pleasure helped you push a jumbo chicken sized egg out and through your vaginal canal into the water. Luckily they were rather spongy so they were able to gently and carefully fall to the bottom of the pool.

Stars little plan was working. It was making this process painless and much quicker than it would have been otherwise. He never let you come to orgasm. He mentioned something about saving that for the last few difficult ones, but you were to busy focusing on the pleasure and process of laying the eggs to really pay much mind. When you were nearing your ends he felt of your abdomen. Just as he thought. There were a few stragglers. However that just meant you’d get to enjoy yourself to the fullest.

“Almost done love, you can do this.” he cooed and kissed you nipping at your lips and neck before his hand moved from your vaginal lips to your two inch clit.

This caused you to scream in pleasure as your hips moved in time with his movements helping the trouble maker eggs line into your canal in a large bunch. He was rather rough with you causing your orgasm to be so powerful you squirted and the very last few eggs came out in one go.

He cooed softly and slowed everything to a stop and came up and laid your head in his lap. He stroked your wet hair, pink eyes looking down at your filled with absolute adoration that you could birth so many. He looked out at the pool and noted sadly; that a good 80% of the brood was unviable. They were floating a top, but that was alright. He would clean the mess later and more closely examine the others and cull the ones with any imperfections or the ones who wouldn’t survive.

He looked back down at you, your breathes heavy from the amount of work you just went through. You gently shifted so you could lay against his chest. Body now numb from everything you did. You looked up at him with tired eyes and smiled.

“Thank you, that little plan of yours helped so much. Mmmm and felt heavenly if I do say so myself. I could get used to this~” you said with a worn voice.

He chuckled and kissed you gently, rubbing your back, “You did good. I will be transporting them to their little place soon love. For now you need rest.” he said and smiled helping you get back into your swim skirt, “Not here though, I can’t risk you drowning.” he cooed. “I love you.”

“I love you to.” you said.

Carefully stood up and kissed him one last time before heading to your room. You had no idea what to expect when you woke up, you only knew that you were happy. You fell onto your bed not caring you were sopping went and fell asleep. You loved your merman husband and little soon to be children very much. And it was hard to believe it was all because of an assignment.

Art by: http://artistic-alpaca-afterdark.tumblr.com

GOT7~ When Their S/O Walks in on Them Changing

Smolbeankay Asked: hoi 💛 i was wondering if you could do a GOT7 reaction to their s/o walking in on them changing/naked 😂


Im Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

You’d leave the room for a moment to grab a drink or something and when you return, you’d see JB changing his shirt. Your eyes would travel down his torso as he noticed your presence. He’d look at you with a smirk while he walks up to you.

“Like what you see, Jagiya?”

Mark Tuan

Originally posted by got7markbum

It would depend on how long y’all have been together.
If you guys hadn’t been together long then he’d be a little shy and try to cover himself as you mutter apologies.
But if you guys we use to seeing each other like this, I don’t think he’d be phased. Rather, he’d give you a heated kiss when he noticed you getting a lil hot and bothered

Jackson Wang

Originally posted by wangmins

If you walked in on him while he was half nude, he would make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. If you weren’t, he’d proceed as you watched him intently. When he noticed you checking him out, I feel as if you be like the gif above.

Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

Upon you walking in on him in just a towel, he’d walk over to you as your eyes scanned his body. He’d grab your waist to pull you close to his chest and start to kiss your neck, leaving light marks to show you were claimed. When he finally heard a moan escape from your lips, he’d back away with a smirk on his face and get dressed.

“Jinyoung, get back here and finish what you started!”

Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae

Once you walked in on him, you’d turn around to respect his privacy as he’s rather shy. He’d quickly get dressed while he becomes flustered, wondering if you saw anything. When he’s done, you turn around and smile at his nervous state.
“You know, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” You’d say, kissing his cheek.
*Gif*

BamBam

Originally posted by pinkjuho

Guys let’s be honest, he wouldn’t even care like, he’d flaunt his stuff. You’d blush watching him show off and then he’d bring you close to him so he could kiss you and dance with you.

“Dance with me Jagi.”

Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by jypnior

Awe! Yugy would be so embarrassed if this was the first time you saw him like that. You’d have walk up to him kiss him so he would calm down for a moment. He would just be so cute!


(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Requests open for got7 ☜(゚ヮ゚☜)

All creds to rightful gif owner(s)

(god is here and he is crying because
i do not want him. i have never wanted him.
i do not want his castles unless there are flowers
and i did not see a single flower among
the pews and therefore did not think
that the vines worshiped him.)

imagine: a girl who kneels on hardwood head
bent listening to condemnation daydreaming
about walking away and letting flowers
bloom in her wake.

imagine: a girl being told that god made
us all just as we were meant to be so we could
do as he wished.

imagine: a girl who didn’t easily take to being told what to do spitfire when someone older
or taller than her tried to bend her to their will.

imagine: a girl wondering if god made her
to disobey her way straight into hell or if
god just didn’t exist or maybe god just didn’t create her.

imagine: a girl created by something else more
feral and fleeting and feminine to spite god
and his shining heroism.

imagine: a girl leaving church and never walking
back because what is there but a casket ready
to bury her without the decency of flowers to mark her grave.

jocelyn

“Traditions” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2,742

Carl Grimes x Reader, Maggie and Glenn x Adopted Daughter Reader

Summary: When you and Carl sneak out of Alexandria to “explore”, you find more than you bargained for in an abandoned house.

Warning: Fluff, drug use (marijuana), mentions of sex, implied smut, language, angry parents lol

Originally posted by monasax


“Are we still meeting up tonight?” You ask Carl as you hold Judith, bouncing her up and down on your hip.

“Yeah. We just have to be more careful this time. My dad almost caught me sneaking back in last time.” Carl says, taking Judith from your hands.

You and Carl had been dating ever since you got to Alexandria, and ever since you two got here, you’d sneak out a few times a week to go “exploring” outside of the walls. More often than not, you’d end up just going to the cabin that was a few miles outside of Alexandria to have sex, but occasionally you two actually went exploring around the abandoned neighborhoods. It was sort of a tradition now.

“I’m surprised I haven’t got caught yet. Maggie and Glenn are always up at random hours of the night for god knows why.” You respond. You and your parents were a part of Rick’s group ever since the beginning, but they had gotten killed during the attack of Hershel’s farm. Ever since then, Glenn and Maggie have acted as parents towards you, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“Probably because they want to wait until you’re asleep to-“

“Ah, stop there.” You put a finger to Carl’s lips, making him laugh. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“If you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be having it.” Carl said in a mocking tone, repeating what Maggie had once told the two of you when she had walked in on a rather heated moment.

“Ah, shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes.

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I kept the description of each fic short to prevent this post from being way too long but I love all of these fics a lot so I wanted to share them! Please play attention to ratings, warnings and tags!

I linked the author’s tumblr if I could!

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Trust Fall (And Welcoming Arms) by SpangleBangle

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I’m Dead (haha) Serious by AttaboyLuther (@titforatat)

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Kid AU in which the Foxes are happy children and Andrew has a crush

Sole Survivor by gladiatorgrl2703

Fallout 4 AU

The Road to Nowhere by @emmerrr

Post-Apocalypse AU

wonderful things that happened in mukbang (220617)

freely add on to the list!! i swear they were all so adorable doing the whole live

  • mark and johnny’s english bursting!!!
  • 👆 almost every conversation they had were in english
  • mark’s iconic words
  • “humans only have one mouth” - mark totally not stating the obvious
  • “HE JUST DID THE WINK” - mark @ johnny
  • “bro! you cant leave it to us, you gotta keep your eyes open”
  • johnny feeding mark every other second
  • jaehyun’s huge spring roll full of vegetables for taeyong
  • taeyong choking on it
  • same for doyoung after he ate the roll taeyong made for him
  • mark getting excited over watermelons
  • taeyong’s weird attempt to take a video (call) with three cherries sticking out his mouth
  • jaehyun looking happy and not talking much because there’s food!!!
  • mark being super extra and saying jokes/puns that arent funny
  • johnny revealing that mark used to find it fascinating that watermelons were green on the outside and red on the outside
  • “CHERRY BOMB” - every member throughout the whole live
  • them making wraps for each other and feeding!!!
  • mark giggling at almost everything
  • doyoung saying he ate too much and that he’s full
  • but still continues to eat
  • their very extra sexy ways of saying goodbye to us
Bts reaction to you coming home with bruises:

Request:  Hi it says in your description that requests are open but I know on my phone sometimes that doesn’t change when you change it so if requests are open can I get the boys reactions to you coming home with bruises bc of your work (for example I work with horses and they bite and kick so I get bruises but it doesn’t have to be that bc I know that’s not very relatable you get me) anyway thank you so much if you do this and sorry if requests are closed

A/ N: Requests are open beautiful thanks for the cute request and please take care of yourself.

Jin:

Originally posted by jjilljj

The worried boyfriend, like before you leave he fusses over taking care of yourself and when you come home he just scolds you before delicately grazing his fingertips over the injuries and getting up to get his first aid box. “you never listen”

Suga:

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Yoongi tries so hard to act indifferent but fails each time like you walk through the door and he skims your skin but he would look away like I don’t particularly care but soon after he walks aver like baby when will you start listening?

J-Hope:

Originally posted by dibidibidismynameisjhope

Omg so loud. When you first walk through the door with new injuries Hoseok will rush over like What happened? Then he starts rambling about how much you should take care of yourself. Getting all worked out just proves he loves you too much.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by jiminings

One look at you and Namjoon let’s out a deep sigh with exasperation. He walks over and asks you for the once again to take care of yourself but you both are really stubborn and you can imagine what happens next.

Jimin:

Originally posted by baby-mochi

“Does it hurt?”
“Not really”

pokes at the bruise and you shriek in pain 

“I thought you said it didn’t hurt” A little tease but in reality he feels physical pain every time you come home like that.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by jhope-shi

“Okay how about I go with you to work tomorrow” Tae suggests for what seems like the millionth time and you say no, per usual. He just tries so hard to protect you when all he can do is stopping you before you leave for work and asks you to take care.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by jeonify

To be honest, he would wonder what job on earth puts someone in so much physical strain and they still cling on to it? But let’s be real here once he sees you all sore and marked be would hold your and looks at you all hurt like again?

Analysis on the ending of Kimi no na wa (Your name)

WARNING: LONG ASS POST. SPOILER AHEAD. AGAIN. THIS IS NOT A SPOILER FREE POST. I ALREADY WARNED YOU.

Makoto Shinkai did it again. Kimi no na wa is a very heartwarming, tear-jerker, cheesy, and romantic movie. Unlike the other Makoto Films, Kimi no na wa has a “happy ending.” Yes, you will not feel any regret or pain after watching this movie. But still, it is a roller-coaster ride. The movie will make you laugh hard, cry like a bitch, and scream like a kid. It is one of those movies that will leave a mark to your heart.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Saw your blog on K-Pop amino, I was wondering if you can do an as your boyfriend for BTS?

Hi!!! Thanks for visiting! I gotcha! 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Kim Sekojin as your boyfriend: 

- cooking dates

Tender love making, with occasional kinks


- Silly puns and cheesy dad jokes


- Tight back hugs


- Neck kisses


- Picnics in the park during spring 


- Kisses your knuckles when you’re holding hands


- Leaves passion marks on your chest because he loves how they look 


- Long talks about the future 


- Stares at you with a smile a lot 


- Eye fucking in public 


- Winks at you when you catch him staring


- Watches over your shoulder when you’re cooking 


- Double texts


- Sends sexy selcas, even when you’re right next to him


- pouts when you tease him, but secretly enjoys it


- buys you cute video games to play with him


Originally posted by nnochu

Kim Taehyung as your boyfriend:

- matching accessories and clothes 


- Bites your lips when making out


- Wants to be babied


- Lots of hugs and kisses 


- Loves to have all of your attention 


- Makes you a playlist 


- Loves to touch your thighs and boobs


- Wants to meet your family


- Playful teasing that’ll turn sexual FAST


- Silly arguments everyday, but makes up with you quickly (make up sex) 


- Wants to pay for everything on dates


- Whispers inappropriate comments in your ear when you’re out in public 


- Always wanting you to stay up late while he plays overwatch 


- Movie dates


- Talks about your future a lot (like marriage and kids)


- Always feels bad when he’s too busy to see you

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Jung Hoseok as your boyfriend: 

   - lots of silly flirting


   - Quickies in the studio 


   - Shopping dates 


   - Acts cute to get his way


   - Stands closely behind you so you’d feel his 🍆
   - Bringing you to the practice room 

   - Constant compliments 


   - Always makes sure you cum first


   - Always gives you long back hugs when he’s upset


   - Long random talks about nothing 


   - Foreplay 


   - Sending sexy selcas from the studio 


   - Buys you a ton of souvenirs whenever he visits a new country 


   - You’re his screensaver 


   - Prefers calling instead of texting


   - Introduces you to his sister before his parents 


   - Isn’t shy about telling you his feelings


Originally posted by nnochu

Min Yoongi as your boyfriend:

- Naps 


- Buying you new headphones because yours were “ancient.”

- Dominates in every aspect, but occasionally liked for you to take the lead


- Losing track of time in the studio, so he tells you he’ll make it up to you 


- Cuddles with you as he works from his laptop 

- loves to watch you dress and undress


- Gives you a playlist of his favorite songs 

- booty rubs


- Let’s you read his notebook full of lyrics 


- Doesn’t ask for your opinion, but still waits anxiously for it anyway


- Gummy smiles whenever you call him cute


- Witty banter between you two

- light bdsm 


- Forehead kisses


- Meaningful conversations


- Is a sweetheart whenever no one else is around


Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Kim Namjoon as your boyfriend:

- SEX 25/8


- Hand holding while taking long late night walks


- quick make out sessions when he’s busy 


- Him calling you baby more than your name


- Coordinating outfits 

- asks for sexy photos for “"inspiration


- Aesthetic couple photos


- FaceTiming you while he’s up late at the studio. 


- random back hugs just so he can squeeze your ass


- Him giving you one of his tshirts to wear and the telling you how sexy you look


- LOTS OF CUDDLING


- Tries to cook, but burns the food and ends up buying take out while saying, “ah, you cook next time baby" 


- Constant compliments like, “no matter how you style your hair, you’ll still be beautiful.”


Originally posted by bwipsul

Park Jimin as your boyfriend: 

- constantly making videos and taking cute selcas together 

- sends you a lot of “sexy music” 


- ALWAYS talks about you

- gives you sexy looks

- likes to be dominated 


- Late night walks in the park


- Holds your hand every chance he gets


- Shameless flirting 


- Knows when something’s troubling you, and always tries to make you feel better


- Listens to your worries and gives loving advice


- Asks about your childhood and family 


- LOVES to have your attention, and loves to give you attention 


- Matching rings


- Lots of cuddling and kisses 


- Laughs at all of your corny jokes


- Sends you a ton of selcas and videos when he’s away


- gets horny at the drop of a dime 


- Everyday he has a new nickname for you

- knows all of your hotspots 

- thigh riding 


Originally posted by apgujeon

Jeon Jungkook as your boyfriend:

- Playful teasing

- sexting 24/7

- Gets embarrassed when talking about each other’s feelings

- Pouting when you steal one of his tshirts, but smiling because it looks hot on you


- Friendly competitions that ends with hot sex


- Shy back hugs and hand holding 


- Lying on your lap as he plays overwatch


- Matching earrings 


- Falling asleep on the phone together when he’s away 


- Showing you a new song he learned to play on the drums


- Telling you silly jokes just to see you smile 


- Dragging you to the gym with him


- Random timid flirting

This is the PG13 (lol) version. If you want the 18+ version, let me know!

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⚡WESTALLEN 3.11⚡

Barry: It’s okay to be afraid of the future, but I won’t let you die.
Iris: I’m not afraid to die, Barry I’m not!
Barry: Then what?
Iris: I’m afraid - what if I end up just like my mom? Just gone, without making a mark, without leaving anything behind…
Barry: Iris, your mom? She left something behind. She left a brave, wonderful son, and the woman that I love. Alright? I don’t know what the future holds, none of us do. I know we’ll face it together!

I fell in love with the world all over again this past weekend. There’s something incredibly humbling about wandering around a place as beautiful and as immense as Yosemite. Surrounded on all sides by beauty that is immeasurable, ancient, unconquerable. Walking under the enormous trees and dipping my hands in the freezing glacier water and standing below a waterfall hundreds of feet high I somehow felt both at home and like a trespasser. I couldn’t help but look at the park and see it twice; once how it is now with its paved paths and gift shops and guard rails, and then again how it might have been 200 years ago, untouched and untampered with. I tend to dislike how humans interact with nature, commoditizing it and slowly destroying it, but I noticed something in Yosemite that softened my view of society’s relationship with the wild…as I stood under those cliffs with my throat tight and eyes brimming with an overwhelming love and gratitude for the world that I get to stand on I looked around at the other people standing around me and saw the same expressions on their faces. And I looked around again at the park and instead of seeing how people were leaving their ugly mark I saw instead how we were preserving it. There was no trash anywhere despite the hundreds of people that pass through this valley every day, and all around there were people laughing and grinning and excitably pointing out beautiful sights to their loved ones. National Parks may be commoditized but they are a way for everyone, young and old and everything in between, to see and appreciate the world’s most incredible feats of nature and fall in love with the world anew, and that seems like a pretty wonderful thing to me.

Keep on Living (chapter 5) Lin-Manuel x Reader

The final chapter is finally here!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: Your boyfriend Mark, is an abusive asshole and you’ve finally confided in Lin who’s offered you a safe place to stay.Your confusing crush has lead to a confusing kiss with Lin, and you still need to confront Mark and get your life back. This is an angsty one, kids.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself and writing this fic has been damned hard at times. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

 To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings: Trigger warnings for descriptions of physical and emotional abuse. 

Word count: 5437 - I don’t know what happened.

Tags: Thanks so much to everyone for your wonderful messages of support, it’s been unreal and it means so much. I’m an emotional mess anytime someone’s sent me feedback or confided in me with their own personal stories, or even just asked for a tag.

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You took a deep breath. You could do this.

“Mark, it’s over. I’m breaking up with you, you need to leave.”

You stared at your reflection in the mirror and sighed. You didn’t sound convincing. You held your head up, narrowing your eyes, hoping it made you look braver than you really felt.

“Mark, you need to leave…and um, you need to get out like, now.”

Your voice cracked. Argh, why was this so hard?

You didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you. You looked so weak, and your own words sounded so small in the echo of the bathroom as you rehearsed your lines, like this was all just a stupid play. Like this wasn’t real life. Like you didn’t have to face up to Mark eventually. You couldn’t shake the sound of Mark laughing at you in your head, his vile insults embedded in your brain:

You are pathetic. You are ugly. You are worthless.

You shook your head, trying to drown out his imaginary voice.

You are ugly, disgusting, you are nothing. And your friends know it. Lin knows it. He doesn’t want you. Nobody wants you.

You closed your eyes as Mark’s taunts filled your head. His degrading put-downs had long ago taken over your own internal monologue and you now doubted everything You doubted yourself, you doubted whether your friends were really your friends, you doubted whether you were even worthy of being loved.

But last night for the first time in a long time, you felt loved. You felt safe. You had trusted your own voice. You trusted Lin.

Until Mark’s voice had crept back inside your head this morning..

The look on Lin’s face when he’d seen your bruised skin, the look of pity in his eyes.

Your face grew hot as you relived the embarrassment of Lin pulling away after kissing you earlier that morning. Had he really pulled away because he hadn’t wanted to rush you, or was it just an excuse because he didn’t want you like that? Mark’s laughter rattled round in your head and you didn’t know what to believe anymore.

You are ugly. Nobody would ever want you.

Had you really imagined the way that Lin had been looking at you? The way he’d stroked your cheek, the way he’d bitten his lip before leaning in, his mouth hungry for yours? Or were you pathetic like Mark had said all along?

You’re a slut. You are nothing without me.

The words echoed around your head louder and louder and louder and louder and rage began to rise in your throat, you felt your body tremble until you felt like you were going to explode.

“Mark, you need to leave! You need to get the fuck out of my apartment now, take your stuff and if I ever see you again, I’m calling the police!”

Woah.

You opened your eyes, in shock at the roar of your own voice which had just erupted out of nowhere. You smiled at your reflection. You weren’t weak, you were strong. You weren’t confused. For the first time things felt crystal clear. You could actually do this.

“Hey, Y/N, you ok in there?” Lin called from outside the bathroom door. You winced. Perhaps screaming into a bathroom mirror right outside Lin’s dressing room hadn’t been the best idea you’d ever had. You checked yourself in the mirror and grabbed your bag before opening the door to see Lin, biting gently on his lower lip and nervously pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie.

“You ok?” He asked, his eyes brimming with concern.

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remember when

pairing: mark x reader
genre/warning: no warning. fluff. 
word count: 411
description: based on ed sheeran’s ‘castle on the hill’ from his new album divide.
a/n: mark’s was a bit rough last go around, so we thought he deserved something sweet this time. 


“What about this picture?” Your daughter asks. You finish folding her shirt and place it in her drawer before walking over to see what picture she’s pointing at. It’s of you and Mark. Your arm is in a cast, and Mark looks like he wants to die. You laugh remembering that day. “That was the first time I met your grandma and grandpa. We’d gone on a hike with them, and your daddy accidentally knocked me down a hill.” You couldn’t keep a straight face as you told the story. The fall had hurt like hell, and you’d broken your arm, but Mark had spent the next couple months being your personal servant. Jackson had even bought him a maid outfit which he had worn. Sadly, that picture had not made it into the photo album.

“What about this one?” You lean over to get a better look at the picture and feel a pair of arms slipping around your waist. A chin rests on your shoulder.

“That’s the first time I kissed mommy. I don’t think I did it right.” Mark laughs in your ear. Your heart flips at the sound or maybe it was the memory of that first kiss. You two had been hanging out with Jinyoung and JB. The boys had been playing ridiculous games, making the losers do even more ridiculous things. Mark had lost a game to Jinyoung, and Jinyoung said he had to kiss you. You’d tried to run away because you liked Mark and your first kiss with him wasn’t going to happen because Jinyoung told him to. He’d chased you around eventually getting a hold of your face. He’d planted a kiss on you, and you smacked him. JB had taken the photo right after the smack.

“What about this one?” Mark leaves your waist and goes to sit beside your daughter. He takes her into his lap and situates the photo album so it lays across the both of them.

“That’s a very special picture. You’re mommy took that after telling me the best news.” He leans his head back to smile up at you.

“What news?”

“That I was going to be a daddy to the sweetest, most wonderful girl that has ever existed.” Your daughter squeals and reaches around to give her daddy a hug. She continues to point to pictures and ask about them, and you watch and listen as Mark tells the stories behind each of them.

“I Come to You, Step by Step” Jinyoung/You

jinyoung is an international student and you’ve been paired with him for your university’s Pal Program

“Look,” you sigh, feeling more exhausted than any five minute interaction with a boy warrants. Jinyoung doesn’t protest when you plop into the chair opposite of him, or maybe he wants to, but shuts up when you barrel onwards. “Just meet up with me once a week. It doesn’t have to be life-changing or anything. Maybe we can just meet here, talk for ten minutes. We might even become friends.” It sounds corny, even to you, but you don’t think the face Jinyoung pulls is necessary.

“Fine,” Jinyoung says eventually, like he’s dredging the word up from a deep, painful place. 

The jinyoung au that’s been killing me for the last two months. I’m sorry in advance for the length. I hope you really like it. (rated T) 

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we are fast-car-fast-crash: squealing tires, burning metal, the stench of gasoline, and through it all a vague thread of tragedy. when his lips meet my skin they leave skid marks and peels of rubber. i always swore i wouldn’t be a wreck – i always swore i would drive safe. but if there’s one thing this boy has taught me, it’s how quickly you lose control of the wheel.

i stop his mouth with my fingers – his eyes, twin headlights, say that my hand is not what he wants to taste.  he has no reverence, no cruise control, only drive down backroads doing ninety. when i wonder why i am here all i remember is the leather of a steering wheel against my palm and the feeling that i was guiding my own course. that feeling has evaporated like fumes of gasoline.

i force breath into my lungs – it has to be said, someone has to test whether or not the brakes still work. you know how everyone’s always saying to seize the moment? he nods once; with my palms on his back, i can almost feel his engine idling, power lying dormant in a pause like he’s at a stop sign. essentially, he is.

someone has to say it, someone has to tip the scales, someone has to play traffic cop, and if it’s not him it’s me. i think it’s the other way around. the moment has seized us. does that make it real?

i’m staring into those headlights and i’m hypnotized – he could always make me blind to the consequences of where i choose to place my focus. it depends. what is real to you? his fingers trace patterns on my skin like wheels on pavement – i am his joyride tonight and every night. am i real?

his eyes like light, light, light: as real as any glowing thing. glowing like fire, like combustion. destruction, a carbomb.

then it is real.

quickly, before his lips lull me into silence: and does that make it right?

he looks at me a split second longer, eyes blinking like headlights flashing (and flashers mean take caution). what is right? he waits for an answer; when i don’t give him one, he shifts back into gear and drives.

as the needle on the speedometer rises, it occurs to me that this will only end in crash and burn and an ambulance that is too late. and that is the answer to his question.

that is right.

- 10:13 joyrides // abby, day 244 // prompt for anon

Blind Date

Member: Zhong Chenle x reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count:1,300

Sorry for not posting this sooner, but I hope you like it~ Thank you for requesting <3

Originally posted by cosmicgxys

“Y/N I’m finally back~” Chenle lazily said, letting his bag slide down his arm, and stretching his arms out for you so come over and hug him. You smiled and hugged him tightly;you were waiting for him to come back from school in the practice room him and the other boys practiced in. You were the only one there because everyone left to go to the store and buy snacks.

“Anyway, how was sch-” You started, but  you heard someone opening the door. Quickly, you pushed Chenle away from you, making him fell to the ground.

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Shifted - Part 6, Chapter 8

Every Tuesday I’ll be posting a chapter from my brand new AU story. The  premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…


Part 6 - The Honeymoon

Lallybroch, Summer 1763

Chapter 8

“Found anything?”

Claire squinted up at Jamie. “No, false alarm. Still looking.” She rose from her crouch by the stream, rubbing her back and stretching her arms. “I see you had better luck, though?”

A glistening string of trout hung from his hand, swaying gently. “We willna go hungry today, that’s for sure.”

He extended his free hand to Claire, and she took it gladly. “You want to stay another day, then?”

“Aye – there’s no rush to go back, Sassenach. The bairns and house can mind themselves for a wee bit.” He squeezed her fingers, squinting into the noon sun. “You and I – we need this time. Not that we don’t get time at home, but it’s different, now, ken?”

She stroked the back of his hand with her thumb. They’d been at the cottage two full days now – two languid, heavenly days. They hadn’t spent this much time alone together since the Rising.

Claire hadn’t realized just how much she needed this time with him. No children, chores, patients, nieces and nephews, servants, or tenants to distract them.

They’d talked and talked and talked. About small things, shared memories, hopes, and dreams. Making love whenever they felt like it – near the fire, on the settle, in the grass atop Jamie’s plaid. The same plaid he had proudly worn since they arrived.

He hadn’t worn a plaid daily since Brianna was born. Seeing him in his kilt and plaid, a string of fish in one hand, the sun lighting his hair from behind, she stepped back almost twenty years.

“It’s nice to have the quiet. As long as I’ve got you to share it with.” She turned to him, and he met her smile.

“Aye. Wi’ ye by my side, mo nighean donn, I know I can do anything.”

They’d reached the cottage – Claire held the door open for him and stayed in the doorframe, admiring how the back of his kilt gently swung back and forth in tandem with his bootsteps.

“We’ve a bit of bread from Mrs. Crook, no? That should go well wi’ the fish.” Jamie knelt before the fire, wakened the coals, and started skewering the fish to roast.

“Sounds lovely.” Claire shut the door and strode over to the small table, laying their two plates side by side and unwrapping the last hunk of bread from Lallybroch. Behind her the fish sizzled and popped over the fire.

She surveyed the small room. It had been the ultimate decadence to leave their bed unmade this morning – their pillow in the center, her spare shift askew at the foot, Jamie’s trews in a pool near the head. It looked like a bed shared by lovers – not a respectable married couple.

Claire softly smiled to herself as she sank into one chair and watched her husband cook their supper. Just being in the same room as him – sharing each other’s company, sharing the same space – was enough. He was enough.

“Didn’t you tell me once that fish were not an unprecedented wedding gift?”

He turned to her, grinning. “Aye. Yer memory of those three days seems a lot sharper now than it’s ever been, Sassenach.”

She returned his smile. “Now that I think of it, they were among some of the happiest days in my life.” She paused, thoughtful. “Tell me – what were the happiest days of your life, Jamie?”

He extended one hand for a plate and she gave it to him, watching him remove several charred fish from the grate over the fire. “Hmm. The days the bairns were born, to be sure. The day I received my pardon and knew I was back at Lallybroch for good. The day William put on his plaid by himself for the first time. The day Brianna punched that Chisholm lad in the mouth for insulting ye.” She grinned and switched the full plate for the empty one. He lay the last of the fish on that plate and rose to sit next to her.

“Aren’t you missing a few?”

He eased his chair closer to hers so that their thighs and knees touched. “Weel, there’s the obvious ones, then. The day we wed. The day ye chose me, that first time at the stones.” He kissed her cheek. “Do ye think it possible to realize ye’d had a good day only years afterward?”

She squeezed his bare knee and took a bite out of one fish. “Mmphmm. I think so. What do you have in mind?”

He tore a hunk of bread and lay the rest on her plate. “The day I met ye – when ye mended my shoulder and tended to the gunshot wound.”

“Why would that be happy, Jamie? You were hurt, I kept you from bleeding to death, you were an outlaw in the company of your hostile uncle.” He raised a brow, but she interrupted. “And don’t tell me some nonsense about how you were happy to be with me, because despite what you’ve told me there’s no way you fell in love with me the first time you saw me.”

He grinned. “Weel, I actually fell in love wi’ ye the day after I met ye – and I’d add that to the list. No – that day, Sassenach, was happy for me because the path of my life changed. Had it not been for ye tending to me at the castle, or being someone I could talk to – I dinna ken what other kinds of trouble I would have gotten into.”

She cast her eyes down to her plate, focusing on a pile of neatly stacked fish bones. “And you like where that path has taken you, then?”

He nudged her chin up and met her gaze. “It led me here, to this moment, with you. Aye, I do like where it’s taken me.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Tell me – what are your happiest days?”

“Besides the ones you mentioned? Well – I could say the end of the War – the World War. But I was so numb to everything then that I wasn’t really happy because it was over, only because it meant I could go home. And – I suppose the day I chose you the second time at the stones. And if you were happy on the days the children were born – I was happy on the days I told you I was pregnant.”

Slowly, thoughtfully he turned his body and rested his forehead against hers. He grasped her hands tightly. “And the day at the abbey – in the spring – when ye told me about Faith. Claire, I – I canna tell ye how much that little bit of joy healed me, after – ” He swallowed.

“Shh. Don’t think about that, not now – please don’t think about that.” She gathered him close and pressed his face into her neck. “Come back. You’re here, with me. Wearing your bloody kilt for the whole world to see. And I’m eating your burned fish and letting you get my shift all wet with snot because I love you, you idiot.”

He laughed softly and raised his head to kiss her for a long while.

“Ye taste like fish,” he said some time later.

She butted her nose against his. “And whose fault is that, do you think?”

He kissed her cheek. “Thank ye for bringing me back, just now” he said softly. “I dinna think of it every day anymore, and ye ken I dinna dream of it as much as I used to. But it’s still – there – almost like I can touch it. And I dinna think it will ever go away.” He swallowed. “That’s another of my happiest days, Claire – the day ye used yer magic to save me at the abbey.”

She traced her thumb against the “C” she’d carved into his hand the previous day. His wounds had long ago healed – and daily exercises with his ball of rags had almost restored the hand and fingers to their full range of motion. She’d given him a small gift when they arrived at the cottage – a jar of cream she’d made herself, after hours of boiling down goose grease and camphor and other fragrant herbs, which she’d rubbed into his aching hand and fingers every morning and night since they’d arrived. He’d said it helped relax the muscles, easing the pain she knew he had lived with daily since the hand had been injured almost twenty years before.

“It wasn’t magic. Just a bit of acting, and opium. And determination, I suppose.”

“It was magic, Claire. To me.” He kissed her eyelids. “I want to tell ye something, and I dinna wish ye to think I’m daft.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m worried already.”

He sighed. “I have thought so many times about all the things that happened right when we were first acquaint. How many wonderful and terrible things happened to us. And how many of those things in those first years were due to Randall.”

She squeezed his fingers. “Jamie – ”

“He ruined my life, and Jenny’s life, and your life. He is the reason my father is dead. He kept me from my home and family for years. He is the reason Faith is dead. He is the reason I have a crippled hand.” His voice was thick – and when she met his gaze, his eyes swam with tears. Overcome, she released his hand and cupped his cheeks.

“Jamie, stop. I know all this. Don’t bring him in here, between us now.”

He shook his head. “But Claire – had he not had me arrested and flogged and caused me to leave Scotland, I would have never been wi’ Dougal and the others when Murtagh found you, right after ye fell through the stones. He made the marks on my back, but it’s those marks that got me talking to ye right away – got me trusting ye and telling ye about the price on my heid. And I marrit ye to keep ye safe from him.”

He swallowed and breathed deeply. “And then - sometimes I wonder whether I ever would have had a chance wi’ you, if things had been different,” he said quietly. “I would have had much more to offer ye, had it no’ been for him. I would have had a chance to win your heart the proper way, by courting you over weeks and months. And giving ye the proper wedding ye deserved – no’ a ceremony held by a bribed priest, under the threat of violence from my uncle, and attended only by strangers.”

Her fingers trembled. She grazed his thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away the tears. “Jamie –”

His eyes, wild, met hers. “Claire – don’t ye understand? I never would ha’ met ye, never would ha’ married you, never would ha’ lived had it not been for him.”

She had no words. Silently she pulled back her chair and led him over to the bed, easing him to sit on the edge while she knelt before him.

Jamie’s eyes, unfocused, were far away. “So I canna truly hate him. Even though I should. Even though I forgave him long ago. He gave me the greatest gift I ever received – you, and our life together.”

She gently eased off his boots before standing before him. She undid her hair. She unbuttoned her shawl and flung it on the bed. She undid her stays and dropped them to the floor. She slipped out of her gown and tossed it behind her – all the while watching Jamie’s gaze.

When she was finally in her shift she saw him startle and look up questioningly to meet her eyes.

“Welcome back,” she said softly.

He gaped. “Christ. Claire. I -”

She eased toward him and sat astride his knees. “Are you here now, with me? Because if I have your attention, I have a few things to say to you.”

He nodded and placed a large hand on her thigh. He buried his nose in the valley between her breasts, breathing deeply.

She twined her fingers into his hair and held him close. “All of what you said may be true, Jamie. It’s remarkable how such small choices – such small events – have such incredible impacts on our lives. Like how if I hadn’t seen those forget-me-nots at Craigh Na Dun, I never would have touched the stone. Never would have found you.”

He inhaled and exhaled – big, deep breaths – and gripped her thigh tightly.

It had been years since they’d talked about this – years since he’d allowed himself to think about the cataclysmic events that had led him to her - that had tested them, torn them apart, but ultimately brought them back to each other, bound tighter than ever before. And as much as she wanted to stop, she knew that he had to get it all out. That she had to get it all out. And then maybe, just maybe, they could finally lay the ghosts to rest.

“But Jamie – had I not gone through the War, I never would have learned to be a nurse. Had I not been married to Frank, I never would have even been in Scotland – and never would have known what happened right after Culloden. So I never would have been able to save you, and Lallybroch.”

Slowly her hand found his – her J pressing directly into his C. She bent to whisper in his ear.

“Our marriage was hasty, yes. And I was reluctant, yes. But I was falling for you, Jamie. I knew from the moment we met that you were more thoughtful, considerate, gentle, and selfless than any man I’d ever known. Than I thought a man could ever be.”

He hummed against her breasts. She pushed his head closer to her body.

“You would never have needed to court me. You are all I’ve ever needed – not your home, not your estate, not anything material. You are enough. Will always be enough.” She licked her lips. “You are my true match. In every way. You understand me and respect me like nobody ever has. You love me, and make love to me, like no man ever has.”

His hand left hers and skimmed down her thigh to cup gently between her legs. She gasped.

“I would have found you,” she whispered, breathless. “I would have married you, and loved you, and bore your children, no matter the circumstances.”

His fingers began stroking her gently. He raised his eyes to meet hers, reveling in how her breathing was picking up.

“You are my true match, mo nighean donn. I love ye more than any man has ever loved a woman.”

Claire steeled herself, stood, and shrugged out of her shift. Jamie gaped. She cupped her heavy breasts in her hands, thumb circling her aching nipples. “Take me, Jamie,” she whispered. “Take what’s yours – what always has been yours, what always will be yours.”

He swallowed hard and rose to stand before her. Gently, quickly, she unbuckled his kilt and he whipped his shirt over his head. Finally naked, he seized her mouth in a deep kiss, picking her up effortlessly and easing her onto the bed.

She wrapped her legs around him and reached down to guide him inside of her. His hand stilled hers, though, and she whimpered.

She felt his wide, sweet smile against her lips. “Open yer eyes.”

She did, gasping. Blue met blue. “Eyes on me,” he whispered. “Always on me. Let me show ye what I canna find the words to say, Claire.”

He gently pushed deeper inside of her, and his soul touched hers, and they healed.

A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader) Chapter 3

Originally posted by 9taefox

Important Author’s Note: Okay so, firstly, I would like to thank everyone for showing love to the second part of this fanfic in addition to the first. You guys keep me going. I apologize for the longer than intended wait for this chapter. Sometimes, life just comes at ya fast, ya know? Two very important things about this chapter. Number one, this is the awaited smut chapter. I’ll just say that I’m not that confident in my smut writing abilities, so, if it sucks, I apologize in advance. Also, it hasn’t been proofread like in the slightest so please don’t hate me for any errors. Second, see that weird symbol up there? I bet you’re wondering what that is. Well, that just so happens to be Jimin’s mark. That’s all I’ll say for now, read to find out the rest of the details. Without further hesitation, onto the story:

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, SMUT (You have been warned as it is in all caps :) )

Rating: R ( I guess that’s the correct rating)

Characters: Aera (Reader) and the lovely BTS

Word Count: 4,765

Summary:  Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.

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Gramander 101: An Introductory Fic Reclist

I’m still in disbelief that I’m actually shipping a pairing solely made up of hot standing next to each other action, and I’ve seen people wondering as well why this OTP got pretty popular in fandom. So I put together a fic reclist, because to be honest? I read one Gramander fic and that’s all it took; after that, I was immediately hooked and am so thankful we have plenty of talented artists and writers. So here’s a list, in no particular order, of some of my favorite fics that interested parties ought to check out:

1) Plan G by Aate

“Getting a certain kind of a lizard – a newt, to be precise – to sit on his face,” Kilonski said, exhaling cigarette smoke out of his nose. “Wouldn’t that rather be the point of this whole thing?”

Graves’ team of aurors conspire to try and get him and Newt together. Aate’s fics were some of the first Gramander fics i’ve ever read and I do recommend every single one of them. I remember following this fic from the first chapter all the way to the end and jumping for joy every time there was update. It’s hilarious, sweet and very, very sexy, with some well-earned smut.

2) Masquerade by prosodiical

His fingers stop there for a moment, warm against his skin, and Newt swallows, his gaze drawn to the man’s lips. “I could hardly find your knowledge irritating, lovely hippogriff.”

MACUSA has a masquerade ball and sexiness ensues. Only that summary doesn’t do this amazing story justice because the way the tension builds between them is incredible, and it’s just as romantic as it is smutty.

3) Shake Your Chains To Earth Like Dew (WIP) by Whatevergirl

The man leaned in, a charming smile on his face, “It’s nothing evil, my boy.” He leaned out to brush Newt’s hair back from his face. The young man flinched. “Nothing bad.”

So far this fic is fascinating because it provides a what-if scenario involving Newt having been taken prisoner by Grindelwald before the events of the film. The internal monologues of characters (especially Newt) are a joy to read. Will possibly contain mpreg, from the looks of it. I love everything about it so far.

4) If I Risk It All by Anonymous

He thought he had read Newt Scamander like a book. Apparently, he had thought wrong.

The quintessential smutty one-shot. Newt. Graves. wall!sex. That’s all you need to know. It’s scorchingly hot.

5) Heat of the Chase (WIP) by argentoswan

Newt felt like he had just been sized up, and had the awful, gut-wrenching feeling that Mr. Graves wasn’t impressed with what he saw.

What I love about Gramander fics is the noir vibe you get from reading about them cracking cases together. This fic so far is doing that perfectly, with just the right amount of build-up and a lot of tension. It’s realistic in that it depicts a Graves that is initially irritated by Newt. Given their personalities I think it make sense that he wouldn’t take a shine to Newt immediately. But of course, that changes eventually.

6) Whichever Way Your Body Promotes by kissingandcrying

“You could touch me,” The goblin in Graves’ brain prompts him to say. It’s tactless and straightforward, but it works.

“Could I?” Newt asks.

An incredible sex pollen fic, and probably one of the first Gramander fics to show them in an established relationship. The author has another fic that is also just as great.

7) The Case of the Missing Obscurus by manic_intent

“You find breaking the law amusing, do you?” Graves asked testily, which had the opposite desired effect. Newt smiled tentatively. Maybe Graves was losing his touch. That’s what an enforced vacation in a box did to you.

Another Gramander classic, with consultant!Newt who melts workaholic!Graves’ heart. It’s Graves-centric and the progression of his character is marvelous, with a lot of memorable scenes that you’ll be thinking about for days on end. Read manic_intent’s other Gramander fics, too!

8) Intent by Miss_Lv

He watched the way the crude language seemed to fluster Newt. “So you’ll have dinner with me tomorrow, somewhere nice, and then we’ll return here and you’ll put on a dress, look gorgeous, and I’ll fuck you again. Seems perfectly reasonable to me.”

Labelling this fic a PWP would do it a great disservice because it’s actually really plotty… While also containing 20,000 words of extremely hot porn. There’s BDSM, crossdressing and too many other kinks to mention (and Miss_Lv covers even more kinks in their other fics, read those asap too) yet you end up going “awww” because Graves and Newt just go so well together in this.

9) To Build a Home (WIP) by BeanieBaby

Newt’s mother had once told him that nothing could compare to the wonderful rush of warmth one feels upon meeting their intended for the first time. The sight of Percival Graves does not evoke any warmth in his chest.

I normally don’t go for soul mark AUs, but this is an exception. Graves and Newt dance around their feelings for each other while everyone else facepalms, but the fic also develops the other characters in the movie quite  nicely and reading this will leave you feeling fuzzy a lot like all good fics should.

10) Five kisses by Aethelar

Graves would tell Newt he loved him was interested in pursuing a relationship with him by giving him a kiss. It was classic. It was timeless. It worked in the stories, and if Newt didn’t like it then Graves would emigrate to Australia anyway so that was all fine.

I love how you can have extremely dark Gramander fics and then, on the opposite spectrum, have hilarious gems such as this one. It’s the best 5+1 fic you could ask for, wittily-written and full of lines that’ll have you laughing out loud. Aethelar’s other works are great as well.

BONUS: A Secret Chord by Anonymous

It was Newt’s face—Mercy Lewis, the person was wearing Newt’s face—now looking back at him, lips curved into a smile that wasn’t a smile. “You don’t remember? You were fucking me only hours ago.”

I had to throw this fic in because it was recently posted and it’s been haunting me ever since. Newt has an alternate personality and it’s heart-breaking and poignant. Contains references to past non-con.