id tell you i love but then id have to kill you

Just a movie, babe (S.M. smut)

A/N: Okay i actually got myself aroused while writing oh my gawd! its smutty as fuck. ENJOY!

Shawn’s P.O.V.

I unlock the door and open it, and before I can even get a foot in the door I hear Y/n’s voice yelling.

“Shawn! oh thank god” not a second later i see her running towards the door…towards me terror on her face. I drop my jacket and keys so she can run into my arms. “WHAT! Whats the matter babe!?” I ask, panic in my voice. She wraps her arms around my neck and hold her tighter than i’ve ever held anything in my life. 

“I just watched that movie with that psycho hockey player!” she cried out….her face is still hidden my neck but I let go of her waist. My facial expression instantly changes from anxious to blank. 

“Friday the 13th” I correct her. 

“yeaaah. oh my god i’m so glad you’re home Shawnie i was so scared here alone” she whimpers. “get off of me” I chuckle, backing away from her and picking up the items I dropped a second ago. 

“what? nooo you’re suppose to protect me!” she gasped. “From…Netflix? its just a movie babe” I shake my head and make my way the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “for a second there i thought you were a good boyfriend” she pouts while locking the door and walking into the kitchen after me. I look down at her and she rolls her eyes, taking the water bottle from my hands and drinking a sip. “For a second there i thought you were actually in danger. And would a bad boyfriend let you steal their water?” I smirk before taking the bottle back. I take a sip but almost spill some on myself when pokes me in the side.

“jerk! id like to see you sit through a scary movie without feeling the least bit paranoid” she challenged.

“Let’s watch one tonight then”

“Hell no! i’m already freake-”

“I’m here now so I wont let a hockey player or anyone else get my girl” I know she loves it when I call her that. I see her fighting back the smile it always causes. “okay fine but i swear to god if you try to scare me later on i’m going to strangle you” she squints her eyes to try and intimidate me but all it does is make it even harder for me to take her serious. She so short and doe eyed, its really hard for me to be scared of her. 

45 minutes later

“Shawn you’re supposed to be watching this” she giggled pushing my hand away from her thigh. “Id rather be doing this though” I smirk, moving my hand back to her leg and leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. She sighs with a smile and crosses her arms. “i shouldn’t let you even sit on the same couch as me considering you told me to get off of you earlier” she teased

“haha y/n” I started “but remember what happened before that?”

“You were holding me?” she guessed, looking over at me.

“Yeah. I thought something was wrong and that-….I don’t know” I ran a hand through my hair, reliving that moment when my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

What would you have done if there was a real killer in here?” she questioned. 

“I usually say violence isn’t the answer but I guess i’d have to kill him” I laugh. I see her eyes turn a bit darker and she took a deep breath. “….did that turn you on or something?” I joke. She doesn’t verbally answer but she guides my hand back to her thigh, and then further up to one of my favorite places on her body. I start rubbing her thought her pajama shorts and judging by how soft she feels right now, i’m one hundred percent positive she isn’t wearing panties. 

She bites her lip and whimpers while pressing my hand harder into her. With her other hand she pulls her shorts to the side and waits for me to do the rest. I rub for a few more seconds to make sure she’s absolutely dripping for me.

I finally have her where I want her and by now she’s almost at her peak. I take two of my fingers and wet them in my mouth before sliding them inside her. Her mouth is hanging open, a look of disbelief on her face. “sh- shawaann” she gasped. I shake my head “I know I know, that was really dirty” I chuckle, still pumping in and out of her.

 “mmm baby’ve never done that…that was h-hot” she struggled through her moans. “fuck” I grunt before pulling away from her and undoing my belt and zipper quicker than I ever have before. Without me having to tell her, she swung a leg over me and pulled her shorts to the side once again. She pulls my hard-on out of my boxers and runs her thumb over the head of it. 

“aahh baby..fuck ride me” I groan

She sinks down on me, the material of her shorts are out of the way but still add some friction every time she comes back down. Her hands find my hair and I can feel my climax building with every stroke. My hands grip her ass and i help move her up and down. “nnh shawnie right there..” she whimpers. I guide her face to my neck and she begins nibbling at my jaw line. She picks up the pace for a second before pulling me out almost all the way. She’s teasing me

“ don’t you fucking stop y/n” I growl in her ear. She starts to grind again but this time, she starts to lose her rhythm. She’s close, so am I.

“i’m almost there baby oooh fuck…yes” she nods at me and i’m assuming she feels the same. Just when I feel her clench around me, I lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze her ass just enough to make her really feel it.

  I’m moaning out her name along with a list of profanities, she’s riding out her high and when I glance down I can see her biting on her finger. I could cum again just watching her. My breathing evens out and even though we’ve both finished, she’s still slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and kisses me with so much passion, it makes me smile. 

I just love her so much.

I grab her waist to stop her movements because my dick is way too sensitive right now. “another go?” she chirps. “give me like 20 minutes babe”

We laugh and she pulls herself off of me, shifting her attention to the tv to catch the last scene of that damn movie.

Dadvid Appreciation Week

Also known as ‘Take Back The Dad and Cut Out the Bad’ Week. 

Because as someone who has been in this fandom since before the show even began, there has been one consistent annoyance in this fandom since, and I think you all know what it is.

I, much like many others in this fandom, are tired of Ma///x//vid. It’s disgusting, it’s obnoxious, and it’s a ton of other problems I don’t have the energy to list out. I’ve been tired of it since it first reared its ugly head last year during season one, so over a year ago, I helped to get the Dadvid AU train rolling here on Tumblr as an attempt to balance out the constant stream of Ma///xv//id on both here and on Ao3. 

And for a while it worked! There was so much Dadvid and so much less gross shipping! But not only has the ship resurfaced in full force, the shippers have latched onto the Dadvid AU, making it impossible to know if someone who likes the AU is secretly a gross shipper, therefore adding a ton of bad implications to that supposedly-innocent art of David and Max being a nice family. And I don’t know about all of you, but I’m tired of it. I’m tired, I’m bitter, and honestly? I’m super petty!

So I’m hosting Dadvid Appreciation Week. From October 22 to October 28 (Week before my birthday; fun fact!) we will celebrate Dadvid content in all its glory and the beautiful platonic father-son relationship between David and Max that we love so much! There will be a theme for each day, but heck, you don’t necessarily have to stick to it nor do you have to do every single day if you don’t have the energy or inspiration. Draw, write, even come up with headcanons or AUs, nearly any sort of content is welcome!

There are only a few rules for the week, centered around one big rule:


Now, obviously, I cannot stop them if they decide to draw or create something. But keep in mind, I have a LONG blacklist/Tumblr Savior list, and I do my best to check and make sure artists don’t ship the ship before I reblog from them. So none of their art or content will be counted as part of the celebration week if I have anything to say about it. This is a week to take back Dadvid and make it a safe and comforting AU again, away from shipping and nastiness. And even if it doesn’t work, I’m willing to try. Because I love this AU to death, I’ve watched it grow and blossom over the past year, and it deserves better than to be supported by people who also want the two people in it to be in a romantic relationship.

“But hey, it’s a fictional ship!” Yeah, and I’m feeling REAL annoyed feelings towards people who support it. I’ve tried blocking and blacklisting, I’ve tried being polite, I’ve tried creating a space where people who don’t like the ship could express themselves safely, And the shippers have stuck their noses into places they were not wanted every single time. So now I have to print it in big, bold letters and make it completely 100% obvious.

Some other rules, less major than the big one, but still important:

  • Don’t harass Ma//x///v/id shippers during this week. Yes, they are gross and awful, I will not deny this. In fact, I would scream it from a rooftop with a megaphone if I could. But I’ve never been fond of telling them to go kill themselves or calling a group that is (let’s be real) mostly composed of teens pedophiles because…no, that’s not necessarily true. Gross? Yes? But pedophiles is a stretch. Now the ADULT shippers, there’s some debate there and also they’re MUCH more gross than the other shippers. But the kids and teens? No. I want this to be a week of fun for those of us who don’t ship it, and we shouldn’t let them spoil it for us. Don’t harass them, don’t interact with them, don’t even instigate a fight if they don’t listen and try to participate despite not being welcomed. Which brings me to my next point.
  • Don’t harass them…but don’t give them attention either. Trust me, the worst thing you can do to an artist is not give them attention at all. Cut them out, don’t reblog or like their stuff at all. Be careful who you reblog from. I myself am going to do my best NOT to reblog from shippers but if I slip up, please tell me and I will delete the post immediately.  Make it clear that this week is not for them, that this AU is not for them. Hell, you can keep it up after the week is done. In fact, it’s encouraged! Stop giving them attention period. I don’t care how nice their art style is, it’s worthless if they support a pedophilic ship. And we as a fandom should be more strict and critical of the art we reblog and from whom. Now, again that doesn’t mean lashing out and telling artists to kill themselves, but do make it clear that their choice to support a gross ship has consequences that carry over to the rest of their content.
  • Off the topic of them, NO NSFW ART. Kinda obvious but…you know. This is a nice week, let’s not make things gross. I mean, blood I can understand because Max is a scrappy kid, but let’s not take things to a nasty sexual place. Again, obvious, but sometimes the obvious needs to be said.
  • This might be a weird rule, but if you’re going to draw content for the week, Don’t Whitewash Max. You have full access to his different shades of his skin tone in screencaps, use them properly. In fact, here’s a whole masterpost of them in case you need them! Don’t make him look washed out and sickly and pale. This is another problem the fandom has and we might as well work on it this week, too. Don’t give him pale skin and don’t get rid of his beautiful curly hair. (Also whitewashing is a problem I’ve seen a TON of Ma///x///vid shippers have, where they make him look super pale, almost like some kind of anime character and make his hair straight and not poofy at all. To the point where it sometimes only BARELY looks like him. So there’s another excuse not to do it, other than it being really racist.) On top of it being a week of nice content with David and Max in a happy father-son relationship, it can be a week where we all work to improve our art skills for the better, too! Win-win!

Other than that, go wild! A list of each day’s theme will be posted sometime in the future before the actual appreciation week (and once I finish coming up with them).

Let’s take this AU back and made it fun and safe again. Or at least, let’s make some nice Dadvid content without gross, uncomfortable implications behind it.

Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

paladins + tech hcs
  • shiro says he doesn’t mind, but he’s an apple guy at heart
    • don’t tell anyone but he just thinks his new, shiny, silver arm looks pretty dang great next to his shiny macbook and his space grey iphone. it’s for the aesthetic, lads
    • (space instagram goes crazy for it)
  • his iphone has a word password he doesn’t tell ANYONE and it’s always capitalised or has a number somewhere. he doesn’t even use touch id in case someone tries to force him into unlocking it. he values his privacy!
    • (by that, he means he values people not seeing his awkward ‘flirting’ with matt over text. most of it is star wars references.)
    • when he was at the garrison, keith tries to unlock shiro’s phone while he’s sleeping by pressing his thumb to the home button. it doesn’t work with any finger. when keith looks at shiro, he’s not even sleeping and looking at him with the biggest shit-eating grin
  • pidge can use any laptop immediately but is a windows supremacist. she appreciates the aesthetic from apple and everything but you can’t play ANY good pc games on mac so
  • lance: hey my mac is acting weird. can you help me pidge?
  • pidge: maybe you should have fucking thought twice about buying a macbook huh lance
    • screams when her faithful dell laptop lags and and lance’s macbook is still going strong
    • (also shushes her laptop when the fan whirrs. “don’t admit defeat now chad”)
  • lance shops exclusively at apple. probably has the rose gold 6s
    • “hey lance the leaked iphone 8 has no home button” “what the fuck”
    • “lance the leaks say that it doesn’t have touch id either??” “what the FUCK”
  • allergic to xperias. samsungs are okay, but they’re on thin ice. lance genuinely thinks he will Die if he ever lays his eyes on a windows phone bc the shock will kill him
  • “are you really poc if you don’t have whatsapp” -lance mcclain 2017
  • hunk doesn’t…. mind? and unlike shiro he truly means it. he doesn’t see or get the difference- considering processors, ram, and everything, there’s not too big of a gap. 
  • if he had to pick, he’d pick hp but only because that’s the only one he really knows/has ever owned
  • probably has a big samsung phone. his hands are Large and it’s hard for him to use little screens.
  • hunk knows he says he doesn’t mind, but he also can’t use macs.
    • is That Guy who curses under his breath when he realises the command/control button is placed differently on macs
  • keith has a fucking nokia
  • still thinks sony ericsson/walkman flip phones are on the market and are also The Best. he idolises the red ones. hunk has to break the news gently
  • when he finally gets a smartphone, it’s an 2015 sony android he got second hand. keith loves it and lance nearly has a stroke when he sees it
    • lance, mortified: what is that. what is that. keith, what is t
    • keith: it was red! :(
  • lance takes EVERY opportunity to get rid of it. he swears it’s cursed because it always finds it’s way back to keith. always.
    • he first just tries to break it and make it look like an accident, but he forgets xperias are virtually indestructible
    • lance later flushes it down the toilet, but it clogs the pipes and coran has to fish it out. 
    • keith: hey, thank god that it’s waterproof, huh?
    • lance, clutching his still-not-waterproof iphone in pure rage: :) yeah how lucky
    • the next time they’re on an friendly alien planet, lance yeets that shit out the closest window just as they’re about to leave. one of the friendly aliens thought it was an accident and brings it back to them just before they launch. keith is thankful. lance is This Close to just dying
    • he takes the battery out so it’s useless and keith has to trash it, and throws that down a random vent. pidge brings it back
  • keith also thinks alienware/gamer laptops look cool
  • lance introduces allura to the rose gold iphone and allura has actually never Shut Up about it since
  • (on that note, coran thinks the gold iphone is great but settles for his altean tech. he likes the idea of ipods and really likes earth music too!!)
    • allura: you earthlings are so slow with technology! this ‘phone’ is blocky, heavy and
    • lance: i can just take it back, then..?
    • allura: you will have to pry this shiny, pink, archaic little device from my cold dead hands. just fucking try me lance

This was my favorite part of living in the city.  Sexy men doing their daily run on almost every block–so many of them decently or super successful.  You can’t go wrong in a paradise like this.

Take Penn State here.  He doesn’t even notice me since I’m in my astral form, but I see him take a seat on a bench and lean down to adjust his laces.  He hasn’t even started his run, but he’ll be missing way more than the next hour.  Fuck me, depending on his job and apartment, he might be lucky if I give him back before the New Year.  

Right as he finishes tying those laces I rush him from the back.  His smooth, deep voice gasps out and I can tell he just shuddered.  He’s cringing and clenching his fists, still leaning down and facing the ground.  I’ve become ruthlessly efficient at this over what feels like hundreds of mini stolen lifetimes so far.  I feel my energy–my essence–flooding and dissipating into every part of him.  From those hairy and toned legs down those fine ass arms and all throughout his core until I surge up his neck and completely fill his brain.  

This stud takes one massive gasp for air before every single one of his muscles tenses at the same time and he goes limp, blacking out from consciousness.  Almost seamlessly, I begin opening my new eyes, feeling my rock solid new chest leaning against my bare knees.  

“Fucking nice…” I say as I sit back up, a look of mischief as I look out on this city I love.  I can feel men and women alike checking me out, and I decide to give them something to really enjoy.  

I take the shirt off and I can’t even help but run my hands along this chiseled perfection.  People around me are looking at me with confusion, but also a hint of thirst.  I give the twink gazing at me a wink, and smirk as he instantly blushes before hitting the pavement.  

Mile 1…mile 2…fuck me I’m on mile 7 and I’m not even tired.  I’ve been in some fit bodies before but this fucker is FIT!  My pace has been crazy though.  Shit my sweaty torso is getting so many lustful gazes.  But I’m feeling such a rush and such a high, I just start doing pushups right then and there, grunting gently as I pound past 100, but still going strong.  I stop at 200, amazed at my new body’s capabilities and amused to see the people watching me with either jealousy or lust.  I’ve got such a pump going on, and I make sure to give the crowd a nice show of my flexed chest and torso before reaching into my pocket and fishing out my new ID.  

Chad Fisher–Yeah I totally feel that.  Hell yeah, you can call me Chad Fisher.  I see my new address on my ID, and I actually know where it is.  Real swanky place, and it’s not too far, not that distance would be a problem for me.  I grab my pecs just to feel that carved muscle in my hands before hitting the pavement again, endorphins just adding to this insane high.  

The concierge greets me, but eyes me strangely.  I realize I’m still not wearing the shirt and pull it back on.  

“It was a little hot today,” I said, flashing my million watt smile.  

I guess Chad is usually more modest.  Or I should say was more modest.  I plan on using this body to its full potential.  

The anticipation is literally killing me as look at Chad’s keys and see “PH” on the key.  Holy fuck, this guy has the penthouse.  I hit the PH button and reach the top floor and I literally grin like a little kid as the key fits perfectly into the lock and lets me into this masterpiece of a home.  Immediately I can tell this must be at least 18,000 square feet right in the heart of the city.  

“What the fuck do you do?” I ask aloud, even though I know Chad can’t hear me. 

I shed these sneakers and the shirt and find myself wandering from room to glorious room in these black socks and these shorts.  These ceilings are just ridiculous and he’s got everything.  Massive kitchen, living room with huge space for entertaining, massive TVs, super modern design, 4 huge bedrooms, and 6 bathrooms, a den, a balcony big enough to host dozens of people a second living room, and one hell of an office, and all with super expensive furniture.  I wander into the office and see a magazine featuring the hottest bachelors in all the city, and what do you know, I have pretty good taste–Chad here ranked number one.  Apparently, he’s the next hot (in more than one way) hedge fund manager, and he’s already worth north of $600 million.  

“Fuck me, I hit the jackpot,” I say as I collapse onto the masterbedroom bed–my new bed–and furiously rip off these socks and shorts, leaving me with straining wood against my underwear.  I can already tell that this is a long, thick dick, but my jaw practically drops when I pull the final waistband down and see this fully hard beauty.  9 gorgeous, perfectly straight inches of cut cock greet me, and it’s thick enough that my fingers don’t meet around its girth.  Chad left some pubes, but he’s perfectly trimmed and very clean down there.  Just the way I like it.  

“Ohhhhhhhhhh” I groan as I grab my stolen fuckstick and begin slowly pumping that shaft, grinding against my grip and using my free hand to explore this perfect body.  

“fuck yeah!  Hottest bachelor in the fucking city!” I yell out as I get more aggressive with my pumping and really begin thrusting against my grip.  

Chad is the most virile body I’ve ever been in!  I’m literally going all out and it feels amazing, but this level of stamina is just insane!  I’m literally glistening with sweat as I give my new meat the most intense workout I’ve ever had.  Fuck I know I could keep going with this body, but I start thinking of all the sexy twink and stud ass I’m gonna be pounding with this dick, and that’s enough for me to feel my balls tighten and begin to send me over the edge.  

“Oh shit oh shit Ohhhhhhh Fuckin’ AGGGGHHHHHHH GOD!! FUCK YEAH!” I roar in excitement as I thrust my hips in the air and feel my first shot of cum in this body launch clear past my bed and splash against the headboard.  

My eyes go wide and I shiver as I drop my hips back onto the bed and arch my back, still pumping away and feeling shot after shot launch out of me, splashing me in the face, landing all over the sheets, coating my chest and leaving a trail down my new abs before I gasped and milked one last drop out and let go of my new meat.  I was gasping for breath, ravenously smelling my new underarms and rubbing all of the cum on my face closer to my hungry new tongue.  

“So fucking goooooood!” I groaned as I scooped up all the cum on my chest and licked it up.  Fuck me I wanted to eat and taste every last drop, but I took the last of the cum on my abs and spread it across my torso and between my inner thighs–letting it soak in like lotion.  I wanted to smell like sex for the rest of the day.  

I was in pure bliss–post orgasmic bliss for several minutes–literally unlike anything I have EVER experienced.  I literally just touched my new body in bed for the next straight hour, smiling every second of it, and finding myself caught up touching my new scruff.  It was surprisingly soft in spite of being so thick and manly.  

True to my word, I didn’t shower–instead just pulling on a pair of expensive and flattering jeans, an expensive polo, tucked in and held with an Hermes belt.  Chad has quite a watch collection, but I settled on my favorite rolex (there were multiple), and topped off the look with some Ferragamo shoes that made me look like one hell of a bachelor.  

Scrolling through my new phone, I found the number of my private driver and had him here in an immaculate black car within minutes.  

“To the usual spot?” he asked.

I asked him to clarify, and he brushed off that I should have known as he named the ultimate rich straight guy bar where admittedly the women were gorgeous–but again..key word being women…

“We’re gonna change it up tonight,” I said with a smirk as I told him to take me to the hottest gay club in the city.

“Yes sir,” he said, looking confused, but he was too obedient to question me.  

I felt like king of this city.  I was attractive enough to walk in on my looks alone, but I still went up and slid the bouncer $1,000 in crisp Benjamins, giving his arm a brotherly slap before he nodded in appreciation before letting me walk right in. Hundreds of men and women gawked as I strolled in like the prince of the club.  I noticed a particularly cute twink, and pulled him from the line.  

“He’s with me,” I told the bouncer and he nodded before we both strolled in, this twink in utter shock.  

I slipped the hostess a few thousand bucks like it was nothing, and immediately this boy and I found ourselves in a VIP booth away from the mess of everything.  The drink service was virtually instantaneous as we slammed through several rounds, and I learned that this boy was a freshman at the top university in the city.  Pete was his name, and still 18 years old.  He was actually worried that his fake was gonna get rejected tonight while out with his new college buddies, but here he found himself drinking away with the hottest bachelor in the city.  I bullshitted my way through the whole hedgefund thing since I knew almost nothing about the actual job–I just made sure to let this kid know I was rich and powerful and that I wanted to dance with him.  I gave the waitress a few hundred bucks and told her to keep the change as this beautiful blonde college boy and I hit the floor.  

I saw his friends staring in amazement and jealousy as Pete and I got close and rubbed our sweaty bodies together on the dancefloor.  He practically melted into my strong arms, and I could tell this boy must have usually been shy, but the drinks had hit him in just the right way.  

“Let’s go back to my place,” I whispered into his ear before gently biting his earlobe.  

He just looked at me with longing eyes and that was when I immediately called my driver.  

We were a flurry as I closed the door behind us and we tore each other’s clothes off.  I think he was too drunk and turned on to really take in what an amazing penthouse this was, but that would be a fun morning conversation.  I was honestly in such ecstasy and bliss that it was like a whirlwind and before I knew it Pete was on his back with his legs resting on my shoulders as I pressed my lubed dick against his opening.  

“You ever done this before?” I asked.  

“N-Never with a guy…” he responded.

I tried not to laugh as I told him, “yeah well me neither.” I was obviously speaking on behalf of the rightful owner of this body I now enjoyed, but Pete didn’t need to know that.  All he needed was this dick giving him some sweet love.  

Pete scrunched his face and grimaced as I began pushing against him.  My dick was pretty massive for a first timer, but I knew he could take it.  

“It’s gonna hurt, but then it’s gonna feel so fucking good, baby,” I assured him with my deep, smooth voice.  “That’s right, relax and let me in.”

I watched Pete squirm and breathe deeply as I pushed even harder, finally getting the head inside him.  I was actually taken aback as I felt his hole snap back tight around my shaft.  Fuuuuuckkkk this boy was tight.  He was already very red in the face, and the veins on his neck were dilated.  Pete was biting his lip and groaning in pain into a pillow, but I kept pushing into him.  

“Ohhhhh FUCK please stop!” Pete yelled as he tossed the pillow and grabbed the sheets in his clenched fists.  

I eased and gave him a few seconds to catch his breath.  I assured him that he needed to try to relax as much as possible, no matter how weird it felt.  But I stayed right there with just about 3 inches of my dick inside him until I felt the breakthrough.  And Pete felt it too as he got his hole to almost fully relax.  We made eye contact for a brief moment before I slid the last 6 inches into him in one smooth motion.  

Pete’s eyes shot wide open, and I watched him squirm beneath me, struggling to catch his breath and tossing his head around as his cock instantly hardened between us and began leaking precum by the drop.  

“Yeah you fucking love this dick, don’t you?!”

Pete just moaned in response, so I leaned down and had him wrap his legs around me as I got close enough that our chests were rubbing together.  I wanted him close as I forced our lips together and explored his mouth with my tongue.  He loved the scruff, and I could tell he loved feeling so full of my cock, but he was about to love this even more…

“huuuuhhh,” he sighed as I slowly slid about halfway out and slowly back in all the way.  I actually felt his cock throb a little against me I could tell he loved it so much.  

“You’re a quick learner,” I teased him before backing up and putting his feet back on my shoulders and grabbing his hips firmly.  “So let’s dive right in.”

Peter yelped in shock as I pulled out just enough to leave the head inside him and then pistoned back in. 

I didn’t give him time to catch his breath though.  I was immediately out, and thrusting back into him, using my body’s full strength and endurance as I powerfucked Pete’s college twink body.  I knew he could handle it, and I was so right.  

“Ohhhhhhhhh FUCK!!!!  FUck that feels so gooooooood!!!! Yeah Fuck me HARDER!” Pete begged as I kept giving it to him with even more intensity.  All the strength of these stolen hips, abs, and legs were being used to give Pete even more and more.  

I wanted him so badly, I found myself leading us through a flurry of different positions.  For a few minutes I had him in the air as I stood and literally pistoned him up and down off my cock–and we both love that, but even a magnificent body like this one could only do that for so long.  I remedied this by pushing Pete up against a wall–getting a similar mid air effect, only this time I could hold Pete up against that wall way longer as I used him and thrust him full of my cock.  Eventually I was sweating so much that I just couldn’t keep a good grip on Pete so I grabbed him real good, still full inside him, and fell backwards onto the bed.  I leaned up and embraced Pete, holding him tight in my powerful arms as he took the lead and rode me there was no tomorrow.  I felt him hug me back as our sweaty chests rubbed together, and we locked our mouths together again.  Then I heard Pete really start to moan and I could feel his hole clenching.  Pete was going at it harder than ever and I knew exactly what was coming.  He let go of me and practically screamed as I grabbed his cock and began pumping him as he continued to slam himself full of my meat–and the pay off was just amazing.  His hole was going crazy as he began shooting out his load between us–coating both of our bodies as each thrust back onto my dick made him shoot out another ribbon of cum.  That was it for me–right as Pete was ending his orgasm, I was feeling mine ready to erupt, and this was going to be so much bigger than the one earlier in the day.  

Oh my fucking God, out of instsinct or maybe from all the testosterone in Chad’s body, I rolled us back over so Pete was on his back and just went at it like I didn’t even think was possible.  Pete was slackjawed and looking on the verge of consciousness as I used every last ounce of strength in this legs, hips, and core to pound and thrust harder and harder until I just started roaring with my manly voice–fuck, it was like I wanted the whole city to hear as I felt my balls tighten and I finally started erupting deep into Pete’s hole.  

I could tell Pete loved the feeling of my seed warming his insides, and I made sure that every shot was launched as deep as possible inside him, but I was cumming so fucking much that eventually it just started leaking out of him with each new thrust.  God damn, I kept pounding it into him though, finally slamming myself fully into him one last time before collapsing on top of him and pulling him into a ravenous kiss.  He wrapped his legs tightly against me to pull me close, and I loved feeling his still warm cum as our bodies rubbed together.  

I don’t know if I passed out inside him or not, but I woke up the next morning and heard the shower running.  Smirking, I got up and joined my sexy college twink right as he started lathering his hair.  

“Dude, your place is amazing!  And last night…”

“Was amazing,” I said, finishing his sentence as I smirked and got closer to him, lathering my body and washing his cum off of me.  Part of me was sad to see it wash away, but I knew this was just the beginning for Pete and me.  Obviously, I would bang more boys and men, and occasionally maybe I’d even let a particularly powerful man fuck my ass, but I knew I would have Pete as an option for at least the next four years.  Holy shit, I’ve never even stayed in a body for more than three months, but this is different…this body, this life, this penthouse, this power, this wealth, this twink in my shower…This is a long haul possession.  Regardless of how long it ends up being, I can assure you I will be Chad Fisher for many years to come–The city’s hottest bachelor.  Fuck yeah, that’s me.  

(aphobia cw, violence cw, suicidal ideation/suicide baiting cw, abuse cw)

About the ‘don’t tell anyone you’re ace, it’s tmi’. I’m aroace. I went through almost every single queer identity before finding it  because, like most aroaces, ‘i’m equally attracted to all genders’ coupled with ‘i don’t know asexuality is a thing’ led me to believe i might be bi, pan, poly. bi ace, aro bi, lesbian? ace lesbian? just ace? etc etc etc. in fact, for a while i was biflux, but i have identified as aroace for the last 3 years. Anyway, i think these people know that cis straight people absolutely single you out if you don’t show attraction the opposite binary gender- say, if you’re a girl, and you never speak about finding guys attractive, men you’re crushing on, men you’re dating, men you’re interested in dating, male celebrity crushes, your sex life with men, your imagined sex life with men, your past with men, your exes etc etc etc then you will be singled out as queer. these are literal everyday questions that people face every single day. in every day conversations people will say 'wow look at that guy, what do you think?’ 'do you have a boyfriend?’ 'ugh my ex just texted me, exes are the worst. what’s up with your love life?’ eeeetc. ace people don’t show attraction to the opposite binary gender, and like lesbian and gay people, it’s fucking hard to lie about it. this is forgoing even romantic identities. after not showing adequate attraction to the opposite binary gender, straight people will see us as gay/lesbian (because ace/aro aren’t labels more people are familiar with, and most people who don’t show attraction the opposite binary gender ARE gay/lesbian) and wait for us to show attraction the SAME binary gender. when that doesn’t come, they’re like…well, they’re either a closeted lesbian, or just some weird type of queer that i don’t understand/don’t have a name for. i mean, clearly they’re not attracted to men?

For me, id'ing as every queer id but aro/ace, has led me to become accepted by peers, THANKFULLY. when i stopped mentioning i was attracted to people of any gender, realized i wasn’t, that i had been pretending for the vast majority of my life, people, OF COURSE, asked what the deal was. had i 'gone full lesbian’ (i know, straight people are a trip, as if you can choose your orientation/s, and what does 'full’ even mean, smh), that i could tell them, etc etc. when i confided in them i wasn’t interested in anyone- boys, girls, enbys- the violence i faced was indescribable. these people, these people who had been supportive of me, suddenly had it in their heads that i was…horrible, because i couldn’t feel something so human. and they were violent. because of my orientation. i’m not going to go into details of my abuse. people who are trying to make sure i’m excluded from safe communities that could have saved my life at the time don’t get to hear about that, especially since they were the reason i didn’t seek help from them. i was left alone, and i’m lucky i’m here

listen, aro/ace people face discrimination from cis straight people (i’m mentioning cis straight because straight trans people do not benefit from straight privilege but ofc cis aroaces are not discriminated against under cisnormativity, but heteronormativity) for both not showing attraction the opposite binary gender, and for feeling attraction to no gender. the only way to go about the threat of facing violence, stigma, discrimination etc, is literally by LYING. CONSTANTLY LYING. Lying that, again, if you’re a girl, you DO find men attractive, consistently agreeing with your straight girl friends when they mention it, inventing stories, inventing dates, inventing boyfriends, inventing sex stories, flirting, being on alert all the time lest you say something that 'gives you away’, always feeling like a fucking outsider but having to lie through your teeth to avoid violence.

people saying 'don’t come out as ace but to partners’ are perpetuating fucking violence. you want us to keep lying, pretending to be straight in order to not discriminated against, verbally/physically abused, etc? fuck off with that?

also, not all aces have partners. romantic partners are not the be all and end of all of people’s lives. aros generally don’t have romantic partners. you can’t tell someone 'lie about who you are so you’re not abused, only tell your romantic/sexual partner because they’re the only ones that are allowed to know you in your entirety’. Society doesn’t 'assume you’re straight until you get a partner of the same gender’, it assumes you’re straight until you don’t show exclusive attraction to people of the opposite gender, until you don’t show yourself to be straight (yes this can include getting a partner of the opposite gender). There’s no way an aro/ace, regardless of romantic id, can go about this world without being targeted as queer/not straight by straight people, unless they are making an active, every day effort to lie about their feelings. This is the same with literally every other queer/non straight orientation, which is why bi people don’t have straight privilege even in an 'opposite’ gender elationship.

also, to the people complaining that it’s a 'legitimate concern’ and it’s 'trash to say otherwise’ or w/e fucking else, which sparked me being so livid ('aces saying we don’t have a right to say this are 'insert insult’- not only are they, i’m willing to bet, not ace, and therefore don’t have a fucking say, but even if they WERE, they wouldn’t have a fucking say more than a lesbian could tell another lesbian 'hey don’t come out to anyone but your gf it’s tmi and this is a legit concern lol. instead lie about being straight so you’re safe from bigots, even if it kills you inside’. It’s wrong and bigoted. and staying silent can’t protect aros/aces more no more than staying silent can protect gay/lesbian/bi/pan/poly/omni/fluid etc people.

thanks for listening, i hope this was educational to the bigoted people, and if they’re reading this- i’m a survivor and this is very raw, i’ve been gaslighted to hell and back by 'exclusionists’ on this website who found my posts talking about my ace experiences, who sent me death threats, who literally suicide baited me for talking about my experiences- i hope this reaches you so you see how wrong you are the damage you’re doing, but if it does and you’re compelled to ANSWER or even COMMENT on it, don’t. don’t fucking touch it. have a modicum of respect, because that could send me spiralling in a very ugly way- and i’m saying this publicly because i’m sure if i didn’t say it’s very, very precarious for my mental heatlh, i’d get ugly comments on it, but hopefully being publicly asked NOT TO send me down a path i almost didn’t come back from deters potential abusers

the-ice-goddess  asked:

Does Bucky ever meet Tony? How does that go? Will Bucky figure out Tony is a vamp and become protective of Steve? Love the vamp AU!

for @lizethemotherlycat​ as well for a similar question


“Good Christ, you’re beautiful.” Bucky blurted when Tony walked through the door, and then promptly slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from saying anything else.

“You must be Bucky.” Tony said mildly. 

“Right. And you’re Tony.” Bucky reached out and shook his hand. “Sorry about that. Uh, Steve told me what you looked like but–”

“Yes, Vampires are considered very beautiful.” Tony answered and sat down across the table, glancing around the restaurant. “Is there a reason you wanted to meet here instead of at your apartment?”

“I figured we could have dinner and get to know each other.” Bucky took a deep breath. “I dont– I mean, I dont understand what you and Steve have going on, but he’s my best friend and I want to know who’s involved in his life, so–” then he suddenly looked horrified. “Oh my god. Do you eat food? Is this weird?”

“I eat food.” Tony tried not to smirk.

“Oh shit, I picked Italian though. Stevie said you were from Italy but the garlic will probably kill you, holy shit Im not trying to kill you I SWEAR!” Bucky looked about four seconds from a panic attack, and Tony reached across the table to grab his hand, sending a pulse of power through it and instantly calming the big brunette.

“Garlic doesnt actually hurt vampires, but I appreciate your concern. I was only asking why this place because you dont seem like the type to eat Italian.”

“Id rather have a burger.” Bucky admitted and Tony grinned. 

“Lets go get a burger then.” 

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Waiting For Juliet (Teen Dad AU! Taeyong)

Originally posted by neotechs

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Hi I was wondering if you ever have time can you do a angsty but fluffy and happy taeyong teen dad au?

Hello!! Can i request a fluffy baby scenario with nct taeyong pls?

Kyoori let out a cry as she was bounced in her father’s arms. She managed to get a stomach virus the first time that he took her out to eat with him. She was crying from stomach pains and him on the other hands had been miserable all week from studying for finals and he was ready to pass out right now standing up. The mother of his daughter was shipped away to a private school in another city as a punishment for what happened between the two of them and was coming back after graduation so they could be together again. Every week she could come.see her daughter for a few hours before she would have to head back up for classes the next day.

He rested his head against her’s as he let out a harsh sob. He was having a breakdown from stress as he simply rocked her as they both began calming down. He laid her down on his bed. As she finally let sleep take over. He collapsed to the ground in a silent tearful mess before he picked up his phone and video called you. He was instantly greeted by a dark room before the camera moved down into a dimly lit area. “Taeyong?” your voice rang out quickly. “what’s wrong?” you then asked “when are you coming home for real? I can’t keep doing this alone” he cried out quietly. “I’m done tomorrow Taeyong, I’m taking my diploma and getting on a late train and coming home” you say “it’s late Taeyong sleep love. You still have a week of school left” you tell him as he nods watching the screen go dark and he sat there for a moment before getting up and crawling into bed. He simply curled around his daughter as he quickly passed out.


“Taeyong you look horrible” Johnny comments as his friend’s head landed on his desk “I was up until 2 then had to wake up an hour later to take care of a diarrhea filled diaper and managed to get 2 hours of sleep before Kyoori though it would be nice to mess with my face while I was trying to sleep. My life is hell at the moment” Taeyong calmly responds as he stares off. “You know it didn’t have to be like this” Johnny comments, not in a rude way but it was enough to make Taeyong’s head shoot off the desk “make Y/N raise a baby alone? You know she was shipped away and hasn’t been allowed to see Kyoori for more than a few hours? He parents are loaded and are still making my family pay for everything that goes into my daughter unless she has a serious medical emergency. They’re gonna pretend once Y/N gets back that they have paid for everything and I haven’t been dead inside for nearly 6 months” he said as Johnny put his hands up. “Sorry man, must be hard being Romeo” he tells “I’m not Romeo, I’m not going to kill myself to be with Y/N. Just have to wait a day” Taeyong tells as his head landed on the desk again.


Taeyong stopped by the pharmacy to buy something to help soothe his daughter’s stomach “do you have an ID?” the woman asked “since when do I need an ID to buy diarrhea medication and diapers?” he asked “you don’t I was just curious how old you were” she said as he nodded “17” he mumbled as he was handed a bag and headed off. It was much earlier than most teens had to be home, most stayed and studied until 9 or so but Taeyong was home by 4 each day to take care of his daughter and study with an infant strapped to him.

He quickly put the number into the pinpad and headed inside. “Taeyong” his mother called as he was handed a basket of brand new baby clothing. “Her parents brought this over and want you to make sure Kyoori is properly dressed for when they take us out to talk about your future with their daughter” his mother said just as annoyed with the situation as he was. There was definitely over a grand in designer baby clothing in the basket. Even baby shoes that Taeyong would love the adult form of were in there. “Why does a 6 month old need sneakers in the first place? She wears socks” he mumbles as he quietly ventures to his room due to it being naptime for his little one.

He opened his door and dropped the basket right away as your figure held the small child close. “Y/N you-” he was at a loss for words as he processed what you said yesterday. “School ended yesterday, I answered your call from my bedroom at home” you say as Kyoori slept in your arms. He quickly rushed over and pressed his lips to yours, he loved and missed every moment of it before he pulled back “I’m so glad you’re here” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and stroked your hair lightly. “Is she alright” he asked as he pulled out a bottle of liquid medicine “I bought the same stuff” you tell him as he chuckled sitting down on the bed “I have a few more days and then I can sleep in with my daughter before I have to look for a job” he whispered before groaning. “Why don’t you take a nap” you say sliding your hand into his as you sat down on the bed.

“I want to stay up with you, I haven’t gotten to see you in two weeks” he said as you kissed him lightly “I’m gonna be here when you wake up” you promise as he shook his head. “Lay with me at least” he says as you nodded. He laid down and his daughter was placed on him whining from the movement before settling on him. You laid down in his open arm as he smiled and pressed a kiss onto your temple tugging you close to him. He took a deep breath closing his eyes as he began drifting off within minutes of being close to you and your child.

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OKAY IM WRITING THIS BEFORE I FORGET. this is lowkey out of order too oops

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dipper and fiddleford

this is a post about dipper and fiddleford


dipper and fiddleford share a lot of qualities such as

  • interest in puzzles
  • problem-solvers
  • anxiety prone
  • issues with self image
  • think ford is
  • overly dramatic
  • theyre both trans

also id like to share these images


over the course of the series these two interact a lot and their relationship evolves from attempted murder to attempting murder together on a third party and i love it

the legend of the gobblewonker - at first dipper is frustrated and disappointed with fiddleford because he wanted a real monster and instead got a robot. fiddleford’s instinct is to chase the kids and soos with said robot, perhaps to keep up the charade, or perhaps because he was worried they’d report him to the police or something. we may never know the deepest workings of his mind. 

summerween - in summerween, dipper begs fiddleford not to blow out the candle and fiddleford doesn’t listen, showing a lack of respect on his part

bottomless pit! - the next time they meet, fiddleford is eager to help dipper for seemingly no reason, although some factors probably/might include:

  • he’s lonely and will help anyone who spends time with him
  • he feels bad for trying to kill dipper and his sister
  • he’s generally a helpful person and he had nothing better to do
  • the last time he ignored dipper he got headbutted
  • he likes kids

dipper is angry with fiddleford but strangely trusting at the same time, drinking his strange potion without worrying of the consequences. similarly fiddleford gives dipper a potion that he claims could be fatal, showing that he perhaps isn’t 100% invested in dipper’s success, further supported by his total lack of remorse when he learns his invention backfired

carpet diem - dipper once again is frustrated with fiddleford and refers to him as a “weird old man” but doesn’t really object to him until he starts to threaten cannibalism

land before swine - in this episode, fiddleford refers to the pineses as his friends, possibly meaning that he assumes they are friends since dipper referred to him as “pal”. he considers them close enough to trust and for their death to be undesirable. when dipper and his family start fighting, fiddleford tries to intervene by showing that he fixed their lantern. unlike in carpet diem, dipper doesn’t kick fiddleford out when he threatens their livelihood (attracting the attention of the dinosaur) and asks fiddleford to use an invention to help them and fiddleford tries but is ultimately unable to. in addition, dipper is visibly upset when mcgucket gets eaten by the dinosaur. this shows a progression in their relationship in which each of them is willing to help the other even though dipper can’t really do much to help

society of the blind eye - now i know i yell about this all the time but listen. here’s the episode where dipper finally expresses interest in helping fiddleford and yes i know it’s only because he thinks he’s the author at first but as the episode goes on he becomes genuinely invested in helping get fiddleford’s memories back and shows that he cares about his situation (he lives in a hut and talks to animals thanks to you! dont you feel bad about that?). he like actually believes that the society of the blind eye really messed with him and is like “thats not cool. we gotta stop that” and fiddleford. fiddleford rescues dipper and his family from captivity and literally takes a memory bullet for dipper even though he has no idea what will happen and dipper’s like oh my gosh are you okay?? and then he helps him with his memories and fiddleford’s like super grateful and thanks both of the kids for their help and dipper sits next to him in the car ride back home while fiddleford tries to help with the journal and then we ignore the fact that he’s living alone in a junkyard for two episodes because we have FILLER to get to!! okay so they arent really filler but like…. cmon you couldve released them BEFORE society and had northwest mansion mystery directly proceed it and you couldve addressed his living situation BRIEFLY JEEZ

northwest mansion mystery - this episode is so fucking important because fiddleford figures out somethings wrong and the FIRST PERSON he has to tell is dipper and he’s still pretending to be the kook so as not to cause suspicion but he can trust dipper and dippers actually happy to see him and then he’s like hey buddy you gotta relax!! love yourself for like once in your life

take back the falls - dipper compliments fiddleford on his super cool blueprints and they build a house weapon together fucking look at them listne i ufkcing


i dont know i didnt think id get this far

“The Dragon Case” Sam x daughter!Reader

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Sam x daughter!Reader

Summary: When you have to go on a dragon case with your dad, Sam, and your uncle Dean, you realize you have to tell them you’re not going to work as bait.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of sex, alcohol

Originally posted by spn-mostly

This was it. This was the moment you’d been dreading since “it” happened.

A dragon case.

You knew this would happen eventually- your dad Sam and your uncle Dean are always hunting something. You had just hoped that it would maybe… Not be so soon.

You lost your virginity a year ago, while on a case in Chicago with Dean. Sam decided to stay home and do research from there, while you two went out and caught the son of a bitch. You were so excited- your first hunting trip without your father. Uncle Dean gave you much more freedom, and that’s highly valued to a teenager like yourself.

It was a vampire case, relatively easy, and afterwards you and Dean had gone out to a bar. He gave you a fake ID for your 15th birthday, and boy did it go to use. At the bar, you met a guy in college, you were a little drunk, and you lost it to him in his dorm room. You can’t even remember his name. Thankfully, Dean was so drunk that night, he didn’t even notice that you had left.

Here you are, a year later, about to face your biggest fear. Your dad.

“Y/N, you have to sit out on this one. I’m sorry. Too big of a risk.” Your dad shook his head, not even contemplating the idea of you leaving the bunker.

“Dad, please, nothing is going to happen to me. You won’t even tell me what it is.” You scoffed. You knew what it was. But you didn’t want to say anything in case you were wrong.

“Sammy, we could use her.” Dean piped in.

“Could you please tell me what the hell you’re even hunting?” I groaned.

“Could you watch your mouth?” Sam snapped. Oh man, he was stressed. He was never like this with you unless he was stressed.

“It’s a dragon case.” Dean told you, fiddling with his fingers.


“Oh, well…” I trailed off. “I could still go.”

“Did you not hear what your uncle just said, Y/N? Dragons. Virgin stealers. Absolutely not happening.” He yelled at you.

“Sam, would you please just calm down for a minute? We could use her as bait. I know you don’t like the idea of that, but wouldn’t be better to use her than some random chick? At least she can defend herself if anything goes wrong.” Dean argued for you. You smiled and were thankful that Dean was always on your side, but in this situation, it wasn’t helping.

“If anything happens to her…”

“Nothing is going to happen. She’ll be okay.” Dean reassured your dad. You smiled weakly at the two of them. “Let’s get packin’.”


You got in the impala, unsure of how to go about this. You couldn’t be the bait, it wouldn’t work. You couldn’t tell your dad that you had sex, because not only would he freak out, but he would ask how it happened and then you’d have to tell him it was while you were in Chicago with Dean, and then he would literally murder Dean. You sighed, not knowing what to do.

Once you guys arrived at the hotel, you settled in and changed into pajamas- it had been a long day of driving.

“You guys want dinner? I’m going to go pick up something.” Your dad asked.

“Starving. Get some pie, will ya?” Dean asked. Sam rolled his eyes but agreed, and went to go get food.

“So, kid, what do you want to watch? As long as it’s not a chick flick.” Dean asks, flipping through the channels.

“Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you about something.”

“Hm?” He responded, not taking his eyes off the TV.

“Its, uh, serious.”

“Did something happen?” Dean panics, coming over to your bed immediately.

“Yeah, I’m okay. But I can’t be the bait.”

“Why not? Are you afraid? I guess we didn’t even ask if you were ok with it, shit.”

“Dean,” you let out a breath. “I’m not a virgin.”

You thought he was going to explode. The look on his face went from worried to pissed off.

“Y/N…” He started. “Why? You’re so young.”

“I’m seventeen. Don’t even try and say you weren’t having sex at my age.”

“That’s different.” He sighed. “When?”

“See, that’s the problem… It was kinda under your watch.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Last year in Chicago. At the bar. We were both too drunk.” I admitted.

“Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have got you that ID.”

“Probably not.” You say quietly.

“It was consensual… Right?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry.” I reassure him. “I don’t know how to tell Dad.”

“He’s going to kill you, you know that right?”

“Can you tell him for me?” You beg him. You can’t bear to tell him yourself.

“Unfortunately I think it would make it worse for you if I told him. You need to do it yourself.”

“She needs to do what herself?” You hear your dad say, walking in the door. You and Dean are both silent.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Dean says, grabbing the pie from Sam’s hands and walking out to the impala.

“Dad, can we have a talk?”

“Sure, kiddo. What’s up?” He says enthusiastically. You cringe, knowing his mood is about to go from 100-0 in a heartbeat.

“I’m not a virgin.”

Sam dropped his food.

“Wh-What?” He stuttered. “Please tell me I heard you incorrectly.”

“You didn’t.”

“Fuck, Y/N, are you fucking kidding?” He yells, running over to you. Tears start streaming down your face, you can’t look at him. “Of course you’re not.”

He gets up and goes out the door, slamming it shut. You start sobbing, not knowing what to do. You hear yelling outside between your dad and Dean.

“Under your watch? ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING, DEAN? YOU LET MY DAUGHTER HAVE SEX WITH A STRANGER?” Sam was practically screaming.

“You need to calm the hell down, now.” Dean was staying calm.

“Of course you think that. It’s not your kid.”

“You’re right- she’s not my kid. But look who she told first. She told me because she was terrified to tell you, did you think about that?”

“No.” Your dad admits. You can’t hear the rest of the conversation, but it seems much calmer than before.

A few minutes later, your dad and Dean both come inside and hug you.

“I’m sorry. I overreacted. I’m still not happy with what you did, but I know that I handled it wrong.” Sam tells you, hugging you tightly.

“It’s fine.” You say dryly.

“Y/N?” He says, looking down at you.

“Yes, dad?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Dad.”

Originally posted by thesupernaturalfamilyforever

la douleur exquise (2)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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Tomorrow was your first day working as Sehun’s assistant. You were very nervous as to how this was all going to work out considering your past with him. You turned around restlessly in your bed as your thoughts wavered towards him again.

3 Years Ago

You had barely started your first year of college when you met him. You were both scared and excited to start walking the path that would lead to what would become of you in the future. He was just an ordinary young man trying his hardest to make his way up in the business world.

You always cheered him on and he did so for you as well. To you, he was the perfect man. He was everything you could have asked for in a man and more. He was your very first boyfriend and he never judged your inexperience when it came to relationships. Instead, he found it rather charming.

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She's My Bucky

Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death and mention of a heated kiss, I think that’s it.

A/N: this is my first fic and I’m not 100% what I’m doing. I’m no writer my any means but thought id give it a go and see what happens. the idea for this came to me a while ago and I’ve not been able to leave it alone. so after nearly 2 weeks of making notes and telling myself to just go for it. this happened. there’s probably spelling mistakes and grammar errors everywhere and I apologise. also I typed this out real quick as I got half way through once and the computer crashed and stole it all. thank you for reading.

“Come on!” Sharon sais excitedly as she dragged Bucky and Steve to the garage of the compound. “she’ll be here soon!”
Steve and Sharon’s wedding was only a few weeks away now and Sharon had asked her best friend to be her maid of honour and she was coming today.
“she’s always been there for me since we were kids, we spent so much time together at aunt Peggy’s after our parents died she practically lived with us, even Tony knows and loves her, being aunt Peggy’s god son and all. She has always been a bit protective of me, I suppose you could say she’s my Bucky” Sharon told Steve as Bucky trailed behind, still not comfortable with meeting new people no matter how many times Steve said it was ok.

Just then the garage door opened and a bright purple ‘67 mustang with white racing stripes rumbled in. As the engine cut off and the door opened Bucky could have sworn his heart stopped when out climbed the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Sharon squealed just as (y/n) closed the door and ran for her. the two women clung to each other so tight happy to be back together again rocking each other as tear filled hellos and compliments flew between them.

As they released each other Sharon looped her arm with (y/n) and lead her over to the men. “(y/n) this is Steve. Steve (y/n)” Sharon introduced with a huge smile. Steve held out his hand and (y/n) shook it and said “wow, so your the amazing Steve I’ve heard so much about?” as she cocked an eyebrow at Sharon with a playful smirk on her face causing Sharon’s face to warm up and a slight blush to dust her cheeks.
“And this is Bucky. Bucky, (y/n)” no one had noticed that Bucky had not taken his eyes off her, just then Steve nudged him and knocked him from his trance and he took her hand with a “nice to meet you.”
Just then the door to the compound opened and an agent carrying san armful of paper work came in, “captain rogers, Agent carter, sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if I might have you signature on a few of these please?”
“Sure” Sharon said as she turned to (y/n) “ill be right back.” as Sharon as Steve turned to walk way (y/n) stepped up to Bucky and whispered in his ear, “see something you like, soldier?” his back stiffened as Sharon called (y/n) over took her arm again as she lead the way in to the compound to get (y/n) settled and meet the team.
“You ok , buck?” Steve calls from across the room, “yeah, I’m fine. I think I just met my future wife!” he replies still staring at the door the women disappeared through.

walking in to the common room with Steve and Bucky in tow, Sharon introduced everyone to (y/n). “everyone this is (y/n). (y/n) this is Sam, Wanda, Nat, vision, Clint and Thor.”

(y/n) gave a small wave. she was just about to say something when,

“THERE’S MY JELLYBEAN!” a rather loud Tony entered the room with a rather timid looking Bruce.
“Tony, its been how many years and you are still calling me that?” (y/n) replied with a playful smirk on her face as she hugged tony.
“Of course, things like that aren’t easily forgotten.” looking around the room at a sea of confused faces Sharon took in upon herself to explain that you got the nickname from tony due to sticking a jellybean in each nostril as a child and freaking out when they got stuck and you were convinced you were going to die, she even told Sharon she could have everything in her room to remember her by.
“Thanks.” (y/n) deadpanned and blushed as a few giggles were hear around the room. Bucky thought it was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.
Later that evening after the kitchen had cleared bout after dinner save for Sharon, Steve, Bucky, Tony and (y/n) who were talking and catching up, “so what are you doing for work at the moment?” tony asked (y/n) while he sipped his drink.
“oh, I quit my job before I came out here, they said they couldn’t give me the amount of time off I wanted and Sharon needed me so I left.”

“what about your apartment?” Sharon asked, “a neighbour is watching it.”

A couple of weeks later the night of the bachelor and bachelorette parties arrived, “HURRY UP (Y/N)!” Nat called, everyone was ready and waiting to leave. when (y/n) entered the room she was met with wolf whistles and cheers, and a Bucky that looked like a fish gasping for air. she was wearing leather bottoms that hugged her in all the right places a corset style top and a leather jacket with high heeled boots, smokey eye make up and bright red lips. as everyone made their way to the door she caught Bucky’s eye and winked at him and went to join everyone else and Bucky leaned in to Steve and said “is she trying to fucking kill me?”
After everyone had decided who was going in what car they all met a local bar for a few drinks before going their separate ways, (y/n) looked over to the bar where she noticed a very uncomfortable looking Bucky and a woman fawning all over him. “ill be right back” she told Sharon and got to her feet and made her way over to Bucky with a very seductive look on her face.
Bucky saw her coming over and wondered what was happening. At the same time Sam saw and nudged Steve and got all the men’s attention to watch the events unfold.

As (y/n) got closer to Bucky she pushed the woman out the way ad held Bucky’s chin between her thumb and index finger so he was looking in her eyes and said very seductively, “me and the girls are heading to a club where we are going to have men grinding all over us, so I’m gonna be as Horney as fuck when I get home so you better be ready for a rough ride, Sargent.” then she pecked his lips and walked away with a “see you later, lover.”
Before Bucky had a chance to do or say anything she has made her way over to the woman and said “honey, as cute as you are I don’t share so if I were you, I’d make myself scarce.” blowing a kiss in the woman’s direction as she walked away.

(y/n) walked back over to the table of women missing the animalistic growl that left Bucky and proclaimed it was time to move on swinging her hips that little bit more knowing she still had an audience. As the women left Bucky was still standing there uncomfortable except now it was for a whole other reason.

a few days later the girls went for their dress fitting, while they were all in a fitting room pulling on the third dress suggestion from the woman who was clearly trying a little too hard for her commission Wanda spoke up, “so (y/n) what’s up with you and Barnes?” “if you’re referring to the other night at the bar, I was simply helping a friend in need,” she replied as Nat zipped up the back of her dress for her, “of course you were,” Nat smirked.
After leaving the bridal shop, Nat and Wanda were called away for a mission so (y/n) and Sharon decided just to get coffee and head home, but they were so wrapped up in wedding talk they didn’t notice they were being followed. As they made their way back to collect the car a man dressed completely in black grabbed Sharon from behind and lifter her from the floor.
Just as (y/n) was about to launch herself at him, she stopped and turned her head just in time to catch the fist that was about to make contact with the back of her head. she used the momentum from it to flip the man over her head, temporarily knocking the wind from him and went to help Sharon. after a full on fist fight that lasted maybe less time than the men imagined, (y/n) and Sharon had managed to contain the men and get some agents to come and collect them for questioning and headed back to the compound.

“I don’t get it,” Steve said confused looking at Bucky, “I don’t see how Sharon managed to beat those two on her own, they are big men!?”

“that’s because she didn’t,” tony said with a smile, “here, watch this.” he put the cctv footage of the attack on the big screen on the wall and Bucky and Steve watched in awe as you helped Sharon fight off the men with moved some would say rivalled Nat’s. “wow!” Bucky breathed out.
That night while snuggled on the couch watching a movie with Sharon, Steve said “where did (y/n) learn to fight like that?”

“she went to the S.H.I.E.L.D academy with me but dropped out before she finished training.”

“why? she’s good.”

“I know I asked her far ages after she done it but she never would tell me.” Sharon said with a hint of sadness in her tone, Why do you ask?“

"I was thinking of asking her to join the team.”

“that’s a great idea sweetie!” Sharon said excitedly, I’m sure she would!“

"id love to! as long as Sharon is ok with it!” (y/n) said excitedly when Steve asked her the next day to join the team.

“she’s fine she was really happy I wanted to ask,” Steve smiled.

“well ill leave you here in Bucky’s capable hands, he’ll be your mentor anything you need just ask him.” and with that Steve left you in the gym. “right. lets get started, doll” Bucky said as he took a defensive stance.

over the next few weeks, (y/n) and Bucky grew closer and started spending more time together outside of training. until one day, “would you like to come out to dinner with me one night, doll.” “are you asking me on a date, Sargent Barnes?” “That i am,” he said with a boyish smirk that made her knees weak. “Then yes, id love to go out to dinner with you. maybe pick me up at 7 tomorrow?” “7 tomorrow it is, doll. i cant wait.” As (y/n) left the gym she caught Bucky punch the air and whisper “yes!” and couldn’t help but giggle to herself.

As it happens news travels fast around the compound and as (y/n) sat down to breakfast with Wanda and Sharon, Wanda said, “a little bird told me, (y/n) that you are going on a date with Bucky tonight?”

“yes I am but never mind bout that, today is cake tasting day, so I’m going to have a shower and get dressed and ill meet you ladies back here in say, an hour.” and with that (y/n) quickly left the room.

“why does she do that?”

“I’m not sure she’s been like it as long as I can remember, never wants to talk about herself, its just the way she is I think.”
Bucky and (y/n) returned from their date laughing together and decided to sit on the couch for a bit and watcha movie to finish off the perfect evening. while (y/n) went to change in to some pjs, Bucky found a bottle of Tony’s very expensive whiskey and 2 glasses and put the movie on just as (y/n) came back in. they sat watching the movie for a while (y/n) snuggled into Bucky’s side, “(y/n)?”

“yes, Bucky” she replied as she sat up and looked at him, he stared into her eyes for a second before swallowing thickly and said “I think I’m falling for you.”

(Y/n) didn’t say anything she just closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss, they both stood from the couch and went to Bucky’s room and it turned out the movie wasn’t the perfect ending to the perfect evening.

Laying awake with her head on Bucky’s firm chest. (y/n) started to feel uneasy about how she felt for Bucky. she knew that if she was seen people would want to talk to her about it, she couldn’t handle it so she very slowly removed herself from Bucky’s  hold and snuck out back to her own room making sure no one saw her.

The next morning at breakfast (y/n) is sitting talking animatedly to Steve and Sharon about things for the wedding when a very pissed off looking Bucky walks in.

“Are you kidding me!? Where did you go?” he asks with a frown and a jaw so set it could cut glass.
“Bucky,” (y/n) sighs, “I cant do this now.”
“No. you can and you will, we spend a great night together, we confess our feelings and sleep together and I wake up and you are gone!?” everyone looks at (y/n).
She looks at her hand that are now clamped together in her lap and lets out a sad sigh, “I did it because of Sharon.”

As she says it she look over to a very hurt and confused looking Sharon, “excuse me, I don’t follow. how is this my fault?”
“I don’t mean it like that, not in a bad way. this is your time. your wedding. people should be talking about that and congratulating you, not talking about me and my feelings for Bucky.” (y/n) says matter of factly like its the most obvious thing in the world.
“Hold on, I think its great you found someone. maybe even better that its Bucky. you always do this you always cut yourself short, you draw attention to my happiness even if it costs yours.” (y/n)stays quiet with a guilty look in her face, she could see the realisation dawning on Sharon’s face.
“is that why you never competed the S.H.I.E.L.D training, you always were better than me, and why you enrolled in college out of town so it was harder for people to get to yours so you told them to come to mine instead?” (y/n) just sits with tears in her eyes and nods.

(y/n) gets up from the table and turns to Sharon, “I have always put your happiness first. you are so special to me and deserve the world, you are like a sister to me the one I never had. you and I both know I’ve done a lot of shitty things in my life, things I could never make up for, I thought that by looking out for you, protecting you and making sure you were happy it would be a start. I know i will never be able to make it up to you or fill the void I created, I done the worst thing imaginable top you and all you did was ask Peggy to help me. if she hadn’t agreed who knows where id be now. All I have ever done is try and make you happy but all I seem to do is make things worse. I’m sorry I ruined your moment and Bucky, I’m sorry I hurt you.“  

Before anyone has the chance to say anything (y/n) turns on her heel and bolts from the room with tears streaming down her face.
"what the hell was that all about?” a very confused Steve asks a very upset Sharon.
“I think its time I showed you something,” Sharon says walking over to the TV. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, bring up the file on my parents deaths.”

(Y/n) packs to leave and stops to visit Tony on the way out. “thank you for having me tony but I’m leaving,” (y/n) say s willing herself not to cry again, she doesn’t deserve to be upset she ruined it all, again.
“why? what happened?” Tony walks around his workbench and hugs her.
“because as usual I’ve shown up and ruined Sharon’s life and hurt people i love.” she realises what she said after id leaves her lips. she said love the one thing she’s not allowed herself. the one thing she has no rights to.
“can I stop you?” tony asks and she shakes her head, no.
“well I don’t like it but you are your own woman now, Jellybean, but you know where I am if you need anything.”
“thank you, Tony.”

(y/n) makes her way to the garage and wasn’t prepared for what she finds. Where do you think you’re going, doll?“ Bucky say leaning against her car.
"Away, Bucky. I’ve done enough damage I’m sorry.”

“Sharon told us everything. None of it was your fault.”

(y/n) lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, “we both know that’s nor true. if I hadn’t have been so caught up in my ex, brad, Sharon’s parents and mine would still be here.”
“(y/n) there’s no way you could have known he was HYDRA, there’s no way you could have known you were used as bait in a hit on Sharon’s parents lives. but i know that if you wasn’t there that day Sharon wouldn’t be here either. she told us how hard you fought for her, taking all the hits, even taking a bullet to the leg. you may not have been able to save yours or her parents lives, but you saved hers. she owes you her life and she’s living it, she graduated college, she’s an avenger, she’s getting married and pretty soon her and Steve will start a family and its all because of you.”
(y/n) stands staring at him with fat tears rolling down her face. Bucky pushed himself off her car and walks towards her.
“you deserve everything she has too. all these years you have lived thinking you don’t deserve happiness and you do, so much. I cant let you leave here knowing you still think that way. I know I cant force you to stay but I need to tell you something before you decide what to do. I love you (y/n).
her breath hitches in her throat as she raises her eyes to meet his, "what did you say?”
“I love you.” he smiles.
“Do you mean it?”
“with everything I have.”
(y/n) drops her bags and falls into Bucky’s arms and he just holds her .

A couple of weeks later the wedding goes well. Bucky and (y/n) steal glances at each other across the alter and they couldn’t be happier for their friends.

At the reception Bucky seems agitated, “are you ok, baby?” (y/n) asks.

“Yes, doll. I’m fine.” he kisses her forehead and wraps his arm around her. 

Before long Sharon calls for all the ladies saying it’s time to throw the bouquet. everyone counts to three then Sharon turns around and hands it to (y/n) and tells her to turn around where she is met with Bucky down on one knee.

she brings her hand up to her face and has tears already in her eyes and he begins to speak, “ (y/n) i cant begin to put into words how much I love you. you mean the world to me. hell, you are my world! I cant see the rest of my life without you and its been that way ever since the day I saw you. the day I met you I told Steve I met my future wife.”

Steve nods and laughs “he actually did.” there was a few giggles from the crowd.

“(y/n), would you make my dreams come true, doll and become Mrs. (y/n) Barnes?” She stands with tears in her eyes and gives a small glance to Sharon who gives a small nod.
“yes! Bucky, a million times yes!” Bucky pushes the ring on her finger, picks her up and spins her around.
“I love you so much, doll!”
“I love you too!”
Steve and Sharon watch as Bucky and (y/n) dance and steal kisses whispering sweet nothings in each others ears.
“I’m glad they got their happily ever after.” Steve tells Sharon as he kisses her cheek.
“me too,” Sharon says with a smile, “ after all they have been through. id go against the world for her like you did for him. but after all, she is my Bucky.”

anonymous asked:

Hey omg I'm loving ur new racing wip! It's really good! Can you rec me any other good AU's? So far I've only tried yours and the amazing Dales United. I need a big distraction from canon right now lol

Aww thank you anon im so happy you’re liking it, that means so much to me as for fic recs these are my faves but also no post cuts, we fic rec list like men.

you put that magic in my bones  - from @capseycartwright and one of the reasons I wake up in the morning. anyway its a beautiful magic au series and i would die for it. this series doesnt get talked about enough and its a tragedy tbh

a different language - the deaf au the world doesn’t deserve but gets from @sapphicsugden because shes wonderful.

What Lies Underneath - the parent/teacher au from @escapingreality51 that i reread all the time because its my jammy jam.

take my sins by the satanic and mean @sugdensquad its nearly 250k of PAIN but its the aaron used to be a rent boy and roberts a fucking mess of a human and they heal and HURT AND PAIN au of my dreams.

a matter of pride  by lorna again because one time she posted surprise smut and ruined my life [its not an au but it needed to be named bye]

Need You Now Robert’s a like painter redoing a house and Aaron’s trapped in an abusive situation with Gordon and Robert wants to help. its from @turquoiseterrier but warning for some tough subject matter and its a WIP but it deserves love and attention tbh

It can’t be unlearned by @portinastorm 20 years after they break up aaron and robert circle each other again and ITS ALSO PAIN AND SUFFERING but it hurts so good ok.

By Your Side the bodyguard au you didnt know you needed but never wanna let go from @snarfettelove

Unsinkable aka the titanic AU [and i hate titanic and id fight someone for this fic tbh] from @converseandglitteryboots [pls write more fic]

For You, I Could Change  if you dont know I love me a parent/teacher au and this is so good so like … read this right now. its a wip from @tazza1993

nobody said it was easy only read this if you feel like crying and dying basically your soul dies with robert so thanks for that you monster @littlelooneyluna

I’ll build you a boat darling, so you can float  haha look its a 3rd parent/teacher au whoops buT READ IT its from @victoriasugden and id kill a man for this fic. two men even.

put a bullet in me  real talk here anon this fic? its perfection. true art. the post apocalyptic zombie like au from @vckaarrob and the crazy thing anon is vic doesnt even realize HOW GOOD IT IS. deadass she should be getting paid for this content. someone get her a book deal thanks.

“Speak softly, but carry a big can of paint"  aarons an artist and robs a business man and there’s a lot of fuckin emotions in this 4 chapter fic. like… what a ride. and im sad because I don’t know who they are on tumblr so I cant tell them this fic changed my life.

Teach Me  what’s this? ANOTHER parent/teacher au and again from ameila? life is blessed anon honestly life is blessed

It’s All Greek To Me this is new and im OBSESSED and I believe its from @dorsetti on tumblr [if their a03 user is the same as here] but its a greek life au and i wanna throw myself at their feet and beg for chapter 2

M_au pair  from @veryveryverytemporarily which I honestly couldnt possibly say enough wonderful things about

and Big spender also from Sabrina  because what could have just been a silly sugardaddy au is honestly? so emotional? and wonderful and anways read this right now thanks.

Eventually @aarobron tennis au will go here ok thanks.
Monsta X reaction to their s/o having a job that involves law enforcement

requested by anon~

the jobs that i’ve mentioned below are just some of the occupations that involve law enforcement.. hehe. i hope you guys enjoy it! credits to the owners for these gifs.


Originally posted by hyunwoo

Shownu; It was just another normal day for the two of you. The two of you were busy watching tv until you received a call from work, saying that they need you at the headquarters asap. For the past few years of dating, you’ve already warned Shownu that there might be times when you’d come home really late or there might be times that he might not see you since you’re actually a Crime Scene Investigator. Shownu would be surprised but be cool about it. When years passed, it kinda occurred to Shownu that your job might be really dangerous or risky so he’d be worried to be honest, especially when you get those cases of famous people who got killed or something.

Oh, babe, I need to report to our HQ. I’ll be back later, okay? *gives him a kiss on the cheek*”

“Okay, take care alright? And just text me if you’re done so that I can fetch you.”

“No need, I can manage coming back here on my own–”

“No, no. I’ll fetch you. End of story.”

“Okay, fine. Love you babe!”

Originally posted by garisanee

Wonho; The two of you were just starting to date and there were a lot of things that Wonho’s been curious about you, despite being friends for how-long-God-knows, until one night when they went to the police station to report something and saw you with your uniform, carrying a folder packed with stuff. You went to the police officer, who was handling their complain and also the your senior officer, and handed him the folder filled with details, facts and evidences of a current case. When you turned around, you met the gazes of the members and saw Wonho’s shocked face. Wonho would be really shocked that he couldn’t even process what he’d just witnessed.

[y/n]…. omo…. you work here?”

“Wait, didn’t I tell you guys? Dang, I’m so sorry. I’m actually a Police Detective. You can search it up to know what my job does. Well, anyways, I can’t talk too long, I have to go back to the crime scene. Bye! *leaves before they could even respond*”

“Police… Detective?”

“You heard her. She’s one of the best Police Detectives in this country and if I were you, I wouldn’t mess with her.”

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

Minhyuk; Hanging out with the boys during your day off was actually entering a trap. Minhyuk, your boyfriend and best friend, was conversing with the boys about how you never told them about your job and that you guys should play truth or dare to squeeze that information out from you. When the game started, it took five people to answer before you. The moment you chose truth, Minhyuk would immediately ask you about what your occupation is. They thought that you wouldn’t tell them but you nonchalantly blurted out your occupation. I’m a forensic psychologist. Those exact words would repeat over and over their minds, especially Minhyuk’s. Minhyuk would literally laugh out loud, unable to contain his amazement.

What’s your occupation, babe?”

“I’m a forensic psychologist, why?”

“WHAAAAT?! -all”

“I’m a forensic psychologist.”

“Woah… daebak…. HAHAHAHA this is so cool!”

“Okay… let’s continue, shall we?”

Originally posted by spookihyun

Kihyun; By the moment you announced to him your current job, he’d literally look at you in disbelief and maybeee…. he might choke on his own saliva. Telling him that you’re Fraud Investigator made you think that he’d just take it lightly but nooooo, he did not. He’d be constantly asking you lots of questions and even proof. Showing him your ID, he’d stare at you and make that face on the gif. Even just after how many weeks, it’d be so surreal for him to know that his babe has a job involving law enforcement.

Are you sure you’re a fraud investigator?”

“Duhh, do you want proof?”

“Heck yeah.”

“*shows him your id* you still won’t believe me?”

“I believe you, I believe you…. but then…. you’re really a fraud investigator?”

“I am a fraud investigator and it took me how many years to get this job.”

“Alright, alright….”

Originally posted by babywoon

Hyungwon; The two of you were just cleaning up the house when Hyungwon saw a folder with some paper works that were confidential. Opening the folder with so much curiosity, he’d regret it by the second he sees the content. He thought it was just some random paper work, he’d just have a smile on his face, but when he finally realized what it was, his smile would be wiped off his face in an instant. He’d be so shook to move. When you’d walk up to him and see that he found the folder that you’ve been looking, he’d look at you like you just killed someone.

What is this?”

“Oh, those are some information that I’ve gathered for the criminal case that I’ve been assigned to.”

“What do you mean criminal case?”

“You can look it up at Google. *grabs folder from Hyungwon’s hands*”

“Wait… what’s your job again?”

“Private Investigator… why?”


Originally posted by wonhontology

Jooheon; You brought Jooheon to this dinner that your superior officer was hosting. All of the guests were people with jobs involving law enforcement. This honey would literally be speechless, looking at you like you’ve just betrayed him or something. He’d look at your id and saw your title, ‘Forensic Science Technician’. Thousands of images would pop out from his mind, thinking about the stuff that you’d always see while working and this would make him sick tbh. He’d be quiet for awhile while you explain it to him.

You’re a forensic science technician?”

“I am… why?”

“So you deal with the actual scene… taking photos of scene where there blood and other stuff…. right?”

“Yes, I do.. Babe, I know that you don’t like this kind of stuff–”


“Hey, hey, don’t worry. It’s not dangerous and stuff. I’m strong to handle this kind of stuff baby.”

“…….. *no signs of talking back to you*”

“Baby, if you want, I can look for another job that does not bother you or anything?”

“No, no. Don’t. It’s what you like.”

Originally posted by livelovelunch

I.M; Changkyun was busy reading your resume, which he found lying on the floor. Once he saw your experiences, he’d be so out of it. Like, why didn’t you tell him?! He would be so interested about your job and he’d look for you at every corner there is in that freaking house, just to bombard you with questions and maybe ask you some stories about your recent cases and whatnots.



“Babe, oh my goodness. Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re a freaking crime laboratory analyst?! DUDEEEE, WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”

“Because you never asked me?”

“Well, now that I know. You better tell me those awesome cases that you’ve encountered! And while you’re at it, might as well tell me some information about your job! Well, what are you waiting for, come on! *grabs you by the hand and pulls you towards the living room*”

Jealousy Pt 9

Word Count: 3347

A/N: haha, she didn’t delete this one in my French class! Enjoy guys, much love

Originally posted by tutorialesbelenn

Originally posted by phebobuffay


    It was a quiet day in Riverdale, the rapids of Sweetwater River calmed to a slow and steady stream, the leaves on the trees stood calm, and the birds ceased their singing. All was oddly still, and no living and nonliving thing bothered to disturb it. Inside the Andrews house, Jughead sat writing on his laptop and Archie sat strumming his guitar, the boys were home alone due to Fred being out of town to meet with Archies mother. Together, the boys enjoyed the silence of the afternoon, that was until Jugheads phone rang loud, scaring the two boys half to death. Archie picked up Jugheads phone off the bed and looked at the caller ID, smiling softly to himself, it was Y/N. Sure, Archie was with Betty, but he couldn’t help but still have feelings for the y/h/c girl, and calls from her were rare these days, and no one had physically talked to her face to face considering what happened to her a few weeks ago. It didn’t deter her, the incident, she was still going as strong as ever to solve Jasons murder, but she hadn’t talked to anyone about what had happened in the school. She knew who killed Jason, everyone knew she did, she just needed more evidence, evidence that wasn’t purely circumstantial or just based off her word.

    Rumor was that she told Sheriff Keller who attacked her in the school that night, but he didn’t listen to her. He wrote it off as a ‘vision/hallucination based purely on adrenaline and fear’, and sent her on her way. Keller wouldn’t tell anyone who she had named the attacker, nor did he plan on it anytime soon. People were starting to think that he feared the murderer, of what this person could do. Around Riverdale, if you were of any higher status, you were now automatically a suspect.

    “Who’s calling me?” Jughead asked, snapping Archie out of thought.

    “Y/N.” he said, tossing the phone to the beanie-less boy. Jughead looked at the caller ID and his face lit up, she hadn’t called him in days, and he was getting worried. He swiped to answer it, and brought the phone to his head.

   “Hey Juggie.” Y/Ns voice rang through his ear, and he smiled.

    “Hey princess, how are you doing?” he asked.

    “A little sore, very tired, very hungry for a cheeseburger at Pops, and very much in need of a date. What do you say?” she asked hopefully, and Jughead chuckled.

    “Yeah, I’ll see if Dilton wants to join you there, I’m assuming you don’t have his number.” Jughead teased, and he heard a giggle on the other end.

    “Sounds good, why have a writer when you can have a boy scout. Maybe he’ll teach me how to shoot a gun.”

    “Or tie a knot.” Jughead said, earning another laugh from Y/N on the other side of the phone. “I’ll meet you there in 15, sound good?”

    “Only if Dilton is there.” She said, and Jughead rolled his eyes playfully.

    “Alright, see you then. Hey, Y/N, you remember that I-“ before he could finish the sentence, the phone beeped, signaling that Y/N had hung up. “love…you…” he mumbled to himself.

    “Love you too, bro.” Archie said teasingly, and Jughead rolled his eyes.

     “Not for you, Arch. That was for Y/N before she hung up on me.” He said, grabbing his beanie from the side table and putting it on.

    “Did she sound better?” Archie asked, wanting to make sure Y/N was alright.

    “She did, but then again, Y/N is a terrific actress and liar, so I doubt she’s okay. But I’ll find out for sure when I meet her at Pops.” Jughead said, and Archie nodded.

   “Please keep me updated.” Archie asked, and Jughead eyed him suspiciously.

   “You’re done with Y/N right, you know she’s with me, and I’m planning of having it that way for the rest of my life.” Jughead stated protectively, and Archie felt his heart drop a little bit, but he didn’t want to show it. He threw his hands up in surrender and gave a half-heartedly chuckle.

    “She’s one of my best friends Jug, I just want to make sure she’s alright. The whole town is on edge that she’ll be the next Jason Blossom, and I’m sure she thinks she will be too, just take care of her.” Archie said, sighing. Jughead nodded slightly and reached for his shoes.

    “I’m sorry, Arch. I don’t know what got into me there, I shouldn’t have started accusing you of things. You’re with Betty now, and I guess I just-“

    “You don’t have to explain yourself, just make sure she’s okay, please.” Archie said, and Jughead put his shoes on, making his way out of the room.

    “Always.” Jughead called, running down the stairs and out into the cold, autumn afternoon. He started walking down the street, his hands in his pockets and started thinking on how he was going to ask if she was alright. He knew it was going to be a sore subject, but he needed to know the details so he could put them in his book. He had been having such bad writers block, and he knew that if he only knew what happened in the school that night, it would add special, specific details that the story needed. He also wanted to know what happened to his girlfriend, he loved her and wanted to make sure she was alright, and wasn’t too traumatized. He was scared for her, and he was scared for the town. He turned the corner and started walking by Y/Ns apartment building, looking up to where her bedroom window was, and saw no one in there. She had beat him to Pops for sure.

    He made it to the brightly lit diner and opened the front door, looking around. He saw Y/N staring right at him, and she gave him a smile. He could tell it was forced though, he knew her well enough to know when she was upset. He made his way over to the booth and she stood, walking towards him as well. Jughead opened his arms, and she flew into them, wrapping her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, picking her up and holding onto her as tightly as he could.

    “I missed you.” She whispered, her voice muffled into his shoulder. “I love you.”

    “I’ve missed you too, more than you could know.” He said, putting her down on her own two feet and releasing her only slightly. She leaned up and kissed him, and he gladly kissed back, her hand coming up and holding his face. They finally broke apart and took a seat on one side of the booth, his arm draping across her shoulders and she snuggled into him. He gave her shoulders a squeeze, and she squeaked out in pain, making Jughead quickly retract his hand and look worriedly down at her.

    “Don’t worry about it.” She quickly said, looking up at the worried raven-haired boy.

    “No, I hurt you-“

    “it was an accident, my back is still a little sore from being used as make-shift whiteboard, that’s all.” She said, and he nodded slowly.

    “Is it healing nicely?” he asked, and she turned, lifted her shirt to show only the bottom half of her back. Jughead saw the marks of the cuts, the stitching they had to do were now gone and it was healing on its own, scarring over in some places.

    “I think I’m going to have the letters J.K permanently etched into my skin.” She half-heartedly joked, trying to make some light of her awful situation, but Jughead frowned, he could hear the hurt and sorrow behind her joke. She was going to forever be reminded of her traumatic experience because it was forever going to be a part of her back.

    “I’m sorry Y/N, I really-“

    “Don’t be, this is not your fault.” She quickly interrupted, and Jughead frowned even more.

    “If only I had gone with you, I could have protected you or-“

    “Jughead, this is not your fault, you couldn’t have done anything to protect me!” she snapped, and Jughead shut his mouth, silence falling in between them for a moment. “Juggie, if you try to protect me, you’re going to get hurt too. I can’t… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you, you have so much to live for.” She whispered.

    “So do you.” He said quietly, and she shook her head.

    “I’m as good as dead, he made it quite clear of that in the school that night.” She quickly said, tears starting to form in her eyes.

    “What happened in there?” Jughead asked quietly, and she shook her head again. “Look, you don’t have to tell me, but you need to tell someone-“

    “I tried, I told Sheriff Keller and he called me delusional and a liar.” She spat, but Jughead wasn’t giving up.

    “I won’t though. I’m not a dick, at least not to you. I love you, Y/N, and I only want to help you, and it would help me, help you to know what happened in there.” He said softly, and she looked up at him, tears falling from her face now. She slowly nodded, and Jughead smiled softly, taking her hand in his and rubbing circles on her knuckles slowly.


    “Let me go you ass!” Y/N sobbed, the door shutting behind her and a large figure stood before it. Y/N couldn’t help but cry, sure her life was complicated and kind of shitty, but she didn’t want to die. She had so much to live for, and now here she was, probably about to share the same fate Jason Blossom had come his way. “I swear to god if you don’t let me go, I’ll kick your fucking ass!” she spat, trying to stand. She wasn’t going to lie here and take it like a little bitch, she wanted to live and she was going to fight for it. The figure walked up to her and pushed her down, and she hit her head on a nearby desk, her head pounding. She heard as Betty banged on the door and yelled for her, but she couldn’t will herself to say anything, she just sat there and cried. The door opened again, and she saw the figure reach for Betty, but thankfully he didn’t catch hold of her. She heard running down the hall, and Betty calling for her, promising to send help and she watched as the figure ran after her.

    The person who had pulled her into there had left the door open, and Y/N stood to get out, she needed to get out. It was the only way she was going to survive. She pulled herself up, her head spinning and she felt as adrenaline and pain flooded her body, she stumbled towards the door, opening it all the way, and she started running for another exit. She made her way to the stairs and started climbing it, hoping to find the science classroom with the fire escape. Halfway up the stairs, she heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall to where the classrooms she was pulled into was, and she realized they were going to see she wasn’t in there. She climbed faster, stumbling on stairs until she made it to the top, her adrenaline starting to numb the waves of pain shooting through her. She stood mostly straight, and started down the science wing, looking for the room that would free her from the possibility of death. She finally found it, bursting through the door and running towards the window. She struggled to open it, but when she finally did, she swung one leg out and got ready to put her other one out as well, until she was grabbed by the waist and pulled into the classroom.

    “Let me go before I fucking hurt you!” she screamed, flailing around and the person dropped her, freeing her from his grasp. She ran over to where a scalpel was lying next to a dead frog, and grabbed the sharp knife, holding it up to her attacker. The large figure slowly approached her, and she held it up higher. “Don’t get any closer, or I swear to god I will-“ before she could finish her sentence, the figure jumped towards her, and she swung her arm, cutting the attacker with the knife and earning a loud grunt from the man. He quickly ripped the scalpel from her hands, and she went to run, but he caught hold of her shirt and yanked her back.

    “Oh no you don’t, Clifford won’t like it if I let you go.” He growled, throwing her to the ground.

    “Clifford Blossom?” she asked, trying to get back up. “Is that who killed Jason, his dad? What the fuck is wrong with that family!” she yelled, again making her way towards the door, this time successfully. She threw a desk behind her to slow her attacker down and flew down the flight of stairs, making her way to the exit where she guessed Betty had left. She was so close, but a yank of her shirt brought her back to the ground again. The man climbed on top of her, pinning her stomach down to the cold tile, lifting her shirt up on her back. She felt the cold metal of the scalpel against her skin, the sharp edge dragging ever so slightly.

    “You’re going to give a message to those people out there, and then you’re next. Clifford will know soon you know too much, nothing will be able to save you after that. I’ll take some pity and let you say goodbye to those you love, but just know your precious life will soon be over.” He growled, digging the scalpel deeper into her skin, causing her to cry out.


    Y/N shook with fear, the tears falling from her eyes and her voice cracking as she did her best to recall that night at the school to Jughead. She looked up and noticed the whole diner listening to story, people were looking sympathetically at her, others were looking skeptical. Jughead stood from the booth and pulled Y/N out as well, bring her into his side and protected her from the glares and stares of the Riverdale civilians. They walked out of the diner and she calmed herself down, the pain in her back stinging her slightly. They walked in silence for a few minutes, the only sound was the crunching of leaves under their feet and the occasional sniffle from Y/N.

    “I-I can’t even imagine what you’re going through…” Jughead started, and she looked up at him. “That’s-that is an awful thing to go through, and I swear on my life I’m going to help you-“

    “Juggie please don’t.” Y/N said, looking away from the boy, realizing she was in front of Archies house.

    “I’m not kidding, and you can’t talk me out of this. I love you, Y/N, a lot. More than I know how to explain, more than I could even fathom someone loving another person, and there is no way in hell I’m letting anything else happen to you.” He said, practically pleading with Y/N to let him help. She looked back up at him, and tears were running down his face, and her heart broke.

    “I can’t let you do that, you’re going to get killed if you help me! What am I supposed to do if you die, Jughead? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing it was my fault, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to live without you. I love you too, more than anyone in this whole damned word could comprehend, and because of that I need you to know that I’m doing this on my own.” She argued, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears from his face, but Jughead quickly grabbed her hand, pulling her into him as his lips crashed with her own. His other hand flew around her waist, pulling her flush into his body, and she felt as his hand at her waist slowly moved lower. He started to walk, pushing Y/N backwards until her back hit the front door to the Andrews home, and he removed his hand from her lower back to open the door, causing her to stumble in, her lips never leaving his though.

    While Y/N was a stumbling mess, Jughead stood tall and strong, his hand flying to her wrist and he pulled away from her. The door closed behind them as he pulled her upstairs to Archies room, checking to make sure he wasn’t in there before he pulled Y/N in. She closed the door behind her and turned to face Jughead, and he pushed her up against that door as well. “I’m protecting you, because I love you. This is not up for discussion, am I clear?” he asked lowly, and Y/Ns voice was caught in her throat. She nodded slowly, leaning up to kiss Jughead again, but he backed up slightly, pushing her back into the door. “Am I clear, yes or no.” he said, smirking down at her. “Use your words.”

    “Y-yes. Very clear.” She stuttered out, and Jughead have a low chuckle.

    “You promise not to argue about this later?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes, still out of breath.

    “I can’t make any promises I can’t keep, I’m stubborn you know?” she teased, and he crashed his lips onto hers again. Her hand flew up to the nape of his neck, pulling on the raven curls that sat just below the edge of his beanie, which she quickly took off. Just before things got more heated, Y/N heard the front door downstairs slam, and she pushed Jughead off of her, straightening her hair before she turned to open the bedroom door. Just as it opened, she saw a very panicked Archie standing and out of breath.

    “You-Your apartment!” he stuttered, and she looked at him confused.

    “What about it?” she asked, worry starting to set in.

    “It’s on fire!” he yelled, and Y/N didn’t waste any more time, flying down the stairs and out the front door, ignoring Jugheads yelling behind her. She ran all the way to her apartment building and froze as she saw flames spilling from her home.

     She ran up the steps to her front door, ignoring the yelling of the fire department and the police who stood also observing. She opened the front door and watched as her living room burned, and she noticed the pictures on the walls that her and Archie were admiring just weeks before as they burned as well. She looked to the wall next to it and saw in red spray paint, ‘Next Time, You’ll Be The One Swallowed In Flames’ She went to go step in, but a pair of arms grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away from the deadly flames, and she heard screaming and crying but she couldn’t tell if it was coming from her, and all of life was moving in slow motion.

    As she was being dragged down the stairs, she felt as if her life was burning away. Her new beginning was up in flames and was soon to be no more, and it crushed her, made her feel empty. All the pictures and memories she had saved in there, the whole new beginning she had built for herself was now ruined. For the rest of the night Y/N sat in front of her burning building and watched as all of her hard work and courage turned to ash, Jughead and the others by her side. She wasn’t going to be pushed over, not anymore, she wasn’t going to die without putting up a fight. They could take her home, but sure as hell they weren’t going to take her life, shit just got super personal.

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Summary: “I just… you know. I just hate him. Smiling all the time. How does he even do that? Don’t his muscles hurt? It’s painful to watch. Ugh.” Arthur complained to Francis at the freshman reception party because as much as Arthur hated lots of people gathered in the same small espace, hey, free drinks.
“Oh my, someone’s got a crush.” Francis said amusedly.

Rated teen and up becauce of language/cursing/etc

You can read it on AO3 as well! 

Alfred was so bloody perfect.

Arthur hated him.

Alfred was adorable, a golden boy. Great grades, great looks, great baby blue eyes that melted everyone’s hearts. He had a loud laugh, but it was contagious and everyone loved his jokes, so it wasn’t seen as a bad thing. He had dimples and he had sandy blond hair and he was tall and strong and he looked so, so good when all sweaty from soccer practice… He had a carefree way and just the most delicious American accent and just…

He was just so perfect, and Arthur knew he had absolutely no chance with him.

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“Oh my, someone’s got a crush.” Francis said amusedly.

“Shut the fuck up, that’s the opposite of what I just said.”


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“I hate you when you’re right.”

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“No?” he said, “Why would I go talk to him? It’s clear he’s not interested.”

Francis glared.

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