if i told you how many times i have watched

Mushy Stuff

“No mushy stuff!,” my parents would insist whenever I told them I was going on a date. I figured it was what parents had to say. No one wants to think about their kids having a sex life. Just like how kids don’t like to think of their parents having one.

So I went on my dates. And they were great. Lots of fun, countless good times, and yes, plenty of sex. Plenty of “mushy stuff,” as my parents were wont to say as I rolled my eyes to the ceiling.

Like any kid, I did my best to hide it from them. I was always careful. Protection was always involved - although with my most recent girlfriend, we sometimes took risks. Passion is a hell of a thing.

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Snow Days - Stuart Twombly [Smut]

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral (both receiving)

Word Count: 4216

Notes: This is part 2 to Heat Haze Days. Please go read it if you haven’t already. This turned out to be pure filth. And I am not sorry for it. Ya’ll can honestly thank @sincerelystiles for this. She encouraged me to write part 2 and, between her and @ninja-stiles, encouraged me to go full ham on the sin. They are dolls though and I love them for the support. Please let me know how you guys like it!

Part 1 - Heat Haze Days

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° ✧ CROOKED KINGDOM PROMPTS.

❛ I would have come for you. ❜
❛ If I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you. ❜
❛ No matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together. ❜
❛ We never stop fighting. ❜
❛ Maybe there were people who lived those lives. ❜
❛ But what about the rest of us? ❜
❛ What about the nobody’s and the nothings, the invisible girls/boys? ❜
❛ We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. ❜
❛ We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. ❜
❛ When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something from it anyway. ❜
❛ Fear is a phoenix, you can watch it burn a thousand times but still it will return. ❜
❛ This is where you tell us how awful we are. ❜
❛ I am grateful you’re alive. ❜
❛ Lets not say things we don’t mean, my love. ❜
❛ Crows remember human faces. ❜
❛ How many times have you told me you’re a monster? ❜
❛ Be the thing they all fear. ❜
❛ I needed a catastrophe to shake me from the life I knew. ❜
❛ You were an earthquake, a landslide. ❜
❛ You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming. ❜
❛ I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. ❜
❛ People point guns at each other all the time in ______. ❜
❛ This action will have no echo. ❜
❛ Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste. ❜
❛ They all seem like practical choices. ❜
❛ You don’t look like a monster. ❜
❛ The really bad monsters never look like monsters. ❜
❛ I have been made to protect you. ❜
❛ Even in death, I will find a way. ❜
❛ Do you really have a flying ship? ❜
❛ You probably bartered your way out of the womb. ❜
❛ They think they’d better cross the street. ❜
❛ You’re not weak because you can’t read. ❜
❛ You’re letting shame decide who you are. ❜
❛ Now, what do they think when they see me coming? ❜
❛ You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. ❜
❛ Thought of me? Late at night? What was I wearing? ❜
❛ I’ve thought about your powers. ❜
❛ You can only sharpen a blade so far. ❜
❛ They don’t know what we’ve done. ❜
❛ So let’s go show them they picked the wrong damn fight. ❜
❛ Why do you guys say that, anyway? ❜
❛ We like to keep our expectations low. ❜
❛ Why not just say good luck or be safe? ❜
❛ I really hope we don’t die. ❜
❛ I’ve been nothing but kind to you. ❜
❛ I’m not some sort of monster. ❜
❛ At least a monster has teeth and a spine. ❜
❛ Sometimes, the only way to get justice is to take it for yourself. ❜
❛ This culture is disgusting. ❜
❛ Now that sounds like a party. ❜
❛ How about I bite your lip? ❜
❛ We can endure all kinds of pain. ❜
❛ How about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim? ❜
❛ I don’t like speculation. ❜
❛ When fear arrives, something is about to happen. ❜
❛ You are in so much trouble. ❜
❛ I just raised the dead. Do you really want to argue with me? ❜

One Day at a Time is the newest Latinx family sitcom which features a very important LGBT storyline. Latinx LGBT characters are still rare in today’s media even while LGBT stories are being featured more and more. One of the most recent Latinx LGBT characters was Santana Lopez from Glee. Santana Lopez’s storyline was one of the most amazing that I’ve seen in a long time. First off, Santana was played by Latina actor Naya Rivera. Something The L Word failed to do not once, but twice, casting non-Latinx actors for both Carmen and Papi.

Santana Lopez was a Latinx character, but unfortunately being Latinx wasn’t a part of her except for random references and poorly used Spanish that was played for laughs. The one instance that I think many gay Latinxs can relate to was her coming out scene with her grandmother. The first time I watched it (cause I have seen it more than once) was something many of us have either faced or dreaded. Coming out and having the person you loved the most reject you because of who you are and who you love.

In that coming out scene I found one common thread between many Latinx coming out stories. That part of being rejected was the religious part and how being gay was wrong, but also in being out. It became a problem when you told people and were out. For some gay Latinxs they are out to their families, but it isn’t something you speak about. The family pretends it doesn’t exist and instead your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner turns into your best friend of seven years.

This is where One Day at a Time deviates. Elena Alvarez is the daughter of Penelope and is seen as a smart young woman who understands what she wants from the world. Elena’s coming out process begins in the middle of the season when she begins to wonder how to come out to her family. How to explain that she might like guys and girls and eventually her acceptance that she only likes girls. Her fear of coming out and Penelope’s reaction to her is one of the most touching that I’ve seen. You understand it from both sides. Elena’s need to be accepted and Penelope’s fear for her daughter and their own relationship.
The line that hit me the most was when Penelope says “It’s just that now that it’s my daughter. It’s different,” because that’s how my mom reacts to gay things. In high school I had two gay friends, at least two that were out, and she loved them. The problem was that as I got older she began making it clear that other people could be gay, but I couldn’t be. I’m still not out to her because I know the problems it would cause. Penelope eventually talks to friends and  does research on Autostraddle to try and educate herself more so she can be comfortable with it, but it’s a process. The most important thing is that she makes it clear that she doesn’t love Elena any less, but Penelope worries about her Lydia will react.

Lydia’s reaction and eventual acceptance is one of my favorite parts because Lydia has been established as a devout Catholic. Being Catholic is a big part of her Cuban identity and homosexuality is considered a sin in Catholicism. But her own process is intertwined with her religious beliefs. She believes that God makes everyone in his image and he doesn’t make mistakes along with Pope Francis who stated “Who am I to judge?” She uses her religious beliefs to accept Elena instead of judging her and it shows a new side to the argument. One that Latinxs don’t usually face. One where religion is used to support them instead of shun them.

Storylines like these are important because Latinxs, and especially young Latinxs, need to see that they can be accepted and loved by their families. That when they come out they won’t be immediately kicked out of their families for who they are. One Day at a Time in the end shows that above all families love each other no matter who they are.

Headcanon: If the SLBP guys accidentally time travelled to the future (part 1)

A.N: A imagine from me XD I admit I am beyond bored in my class 😂😂😂

Tagging @jemchew , and @rainbowatnight (SURPRISE HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER

Will post part 2 with 4 other lords soon!)

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Nobunaga

• You thought he would freak out

• seeing that he was in a wholly, different, weird, alienic world than his

• But

• “I demand you to show me this fortress of yours now.”

• Not only he is not freaking out; he has a smug look on

• “Excuse me?”

• “Is my orders that difficult to grasp you insolent woman?”

• “No, I meant why in hell should I even show you every corner of my house!” You snapped back

• “What, you dare defy my orders?”

• You groaned

• well you should show him who’s the big shot or that big head of his is going to get bigger

• “Yes, so?”

• Nobunaga widened his eyes.

• Did she, a lowly misbehaved insolent idiotic woman just spoke back at him?

• “Now, Mister Oda Nobunaga, three things you should know is-” You cleared your throat “First, I am the person who brought you in after you crashed on my roof so you have no right in hell to get rude at me. Second, you shall not call me INSOLENT. Third, I am the boss here and I make the rules. You overcross them, out. UNDERSTOOD?”

• Okay maybe he’d underestimated the people in this world.

• they sure had a short fused temper.

• “…understood.”

• Well he would go along for this once

• plainly because he isn’t familiar with this place.

• When he is

• You are going to get it from him.

• “So” you handed a broom, a mop and a bucket to him and he looked at you, puzzled.

• “Why are you giving me this-”

• “Did you expect me to clean the mess you made?” You gestured at the pile of debris from the broken roof.

• He glared at you

• “Woman, do you even know who I a-”

• “Oda Nobunaga, yes. So go clean up.”

• He stared at you

• and you gave him the finger before strutting away to your room in all your glory

• leaving him with a mop

• a broom

• a bucket

• a pile of debris

• and a raging feel to strangle you on sight.

• Forget about the whole get-it-from-him part

• he is going to kill you

Mitsuhide

• “What is this?”

• “Uh… a toaster?”

• He looked at you quizzically, finger still pointing at the recently identified object known as toaster.

• “What is it used for…?”

• “Uh…” you pondered “…for toasting bread..?”

• The question mime isn’t finished yet, though.

• “…may I ask how to operate it-”

Thought you’d never ask… you smirked to yourself.

• You eagerly grabbed two slices of bread and showed him how to use the toaster

• “See… when you hear a ‘ding’, it means the bread is already uh…. suitable for eating.”

• “Really? But…” He pointed at the pieces of brownish deliciously looking toast. “…they don’t look edible to me…”

• “Huh?” You looked at him mouth gaping and he gave you a apologetic look

• “It has…. quite a unpleasant colour… Mmph-!”

• You stuffed a slice of the ‘unpleasantly coloured’ bread into his mouth before he even get to finish his sentence and he gave you a look of shell shocked hesitation. You cheshire grinned up at him

• “Don’t knock it until you try it~~~”

• You winked at him playfully, and with a sigh

• *chomps*

• he bit into the crunchy brownish roasted grain and

• “!!!”

• Wow

• You thought to yourself

• this is the first time you saw a person, a real one, looking so… sparkly eyed by eating a toasted piece of plain bread

• His eyes could outshone a billion stars and power up every solar panel in Japan with their blinding realization of the taste of

• the legendary toast

• Yes

• That’s gotta be it

• “May I… have another piece?” He shyly (not shyly) raised his empty but crumb-filled hand in eagerness and embarrassment.

• You smiled at him and grabbed a loaf off the dining table

• “Sure!” You squeaked and he smiled back

• Moral value of the story

• no one could ever resist toast

• not even the legendary perfect af Mitsuhide.

• *evil cackle*

Yukimura

• “G-gaah….”

• You deadpanned

• “Yukimura… for God’s sake please stop staring at those girls they’d probably think you are a pervert-”

• “Bu-but… they… woman… dressed… legs…. GAH!!!!!” He shrieked hyper high pitched after blubbering a mess of jumbled words into a full (or maybe half) sentence to you, face redder than chillies

• You sighed

• maybe it was a bad idea bringing him with you

• But you just wanted to buy some clothes for him at the nearest shopping centre - he couldn’t go full on cosplay 24/7, absolutely no

• and

• he did said that…

*30 minutes ago*

• “I REFUSE TO LET A WOMAN WANDER ON THE STREETS ALONE AT NIGHT!!!!! As a man, it is my responsibility to protect you!”

• “But- ”

• “I won’t hear any of this! I’ll just tag along and you do your thing!” Yukimura straightened his back confidently

*present*

• …just like that

• but now you are not that certain who is the protector

• Who would know that Yukimura would be so terrified of women in skimpy miniskirts?

• “W-why do they… wear so… thin…”

• You looked at Yukimura who is turning pale-ish with scarlet tints to the ears

• …looks like you gotta get him outta here or the poor boy is going to combust

• “Yukimura, come here” You tugged on his arm forcefully, intending to lead him to a nearby department

• “GAH!!”

• You looked back at him, a huge question mark forming on your head

• “I- I can walk on my.. own…” Yukimura said, face darkened into a more prominent shade of scarlet than you thought possible, prying his arm away from yours and walked awkwardly towards a store.

• “Yukimura,”

• He almost jumped at the mention of his name

• “Y-yes!”

• “The clothing department’s this way”

• “O-oh… ok.”

• You almost laughed but you pinched yourself to hide it

• what a flustered cinnamon he is

Saizo

• “….little lady…”

• “What is it Saizo” you called out, hands fumbling over some stray pins and rubber bands on your hair

• “Your device is singing”

• Saizo spoke, monotone as always

• “Just ignore it” You said, holding a pin with your mouth due to your already full hands “-oh wait, can you tell me the words on my phone?”

• Saizo glanced at the black device that had just sprinted bright with life and music “Mom.”

• “Ogh mom..” You mumbled, hairpin still between your teeth when it dawned on you

• “WAIT MOM?!!!”

• There was a violent thud, some crashing

• “GIVE IT TO ME! QUICK!! FAST!!!”

• You sprinted towards Saizo, grabbed the phone from his hands and received the call

• “Hello? Mom??” you tucked a hand in your disheveled hair

• Saizo looked at you indifferently, watching your face gradually becoming pale

• “NO….! MOM NO…! Don’t come please I am not ready how many times had I told you I DONT HAVE A BOYFRIEND IT IS TRUE THAN THE FACT YOU ARE MY MOTHER”

• well Saizo had a hunch that things are going to be entertaining in a sense

• “MOM…! NO-” you paused your yelling, and stared in disbelief at your phone

• She had hung up on you

• she is coming

• right now

• and

• You looked at Saizo

• “MY MOM IS COMING PLEASE SAIZO DO ME A FAVOR AND PLEASE HIDE ITS A EMERGENCY HELP ME PLEASE!!!”

• as expected, Saizo merely shrugged

• “Why should I?”

• You groaned

• “Please…. HELP… or if she sees you you and me are going to die”

• He raised a eyebrow, clearly amused “and why is that?”

• You almost pulled out your hair

• “Saizo, I AM SERIOUS. If she sees you… then… you are going to…”

• “What?”

• “become… my… boyfriend… or let’s just say… fiance… because my mom came to keep an eye on me and… she is kinda… anxious in marrying me to any guy…”

• Now it was his turn to look at you

• “No.”

• “EXACTLY, SO PLEASE COOPERATE WITH ME AND SAVE OUR ASSES” You cried out

• “I don’t-” Saizo’s speech was interrupted by a roar that suspiciously sounded like a engine from your lawn and you spotted a suspiciously familiar looking car just outside….

• “I DONT CARE ANYMORE YOU ARE GOING WITH ME!” you screamed, grabbed his hand

• pushed him in a closet, and locked it

• The door popped open and out came your mom

• “DARLINGGGG how are you lately!!!”

•You sweatdropped at the sight of her imposing image and Saizo’s attempts to get out of the locked closet

• “Uh… just fine mom!” you piped up when you hear a loud thump from the closet behind you

• “Um sweetie what was that?”

• You gave a good kick to the closet beside you

• “NOTHING MOM.”

“Night” (ft. BTS’ Jungkook)

Pairing: ReaderxJungkook

Summary: You and your ex-boyfriend Jungkook meet in a party one night. He’s the endorser of the brand and you were the representative. (Inspired by Park Sangmin’s After This Night)

Genre: Angst, Fluff; Head!Canon

Warning(s): eh. PG-13 stuff. Did not proofread tho. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED indefinitely. :)

Words: 1,667

If it were up to Jeon Jungkook, he would have preferred never to see you again.

But destiny has its way of playing tricks on him because after 3 years, he’s being forced to see his ex-girlfriend again… as the representative of the brand he’s endorsing. On one side, he’s proud of how far you’ve come. You were just an assistant manager when you met him during a photoshoot and there you were, surrounded by countless people who were congratulating you for the successful event that he was attending and for being the representative of the headquarters. On the other side, he was somewhat sad because you’ve gone so far and didn’t come back.

“Y/N!” he heard Taehyung’s voice come from behind him which broke Jungkook’s reverie.

“Aish… This Kim Taehyung…” Jimin immediately followed Taehyung after a quick glance at Jungkook’s face.

But you had already heard your name and turned, catching Jungkook’s familiar glossy eyes. You tried to smile at him, but Taehyung was already grinning in front of you, looking at you from head to toes. He had this look on his face, one that told you that your flawless make-up and perfectly tailored suit and heels came as a surprise to him.

“Oh, Tae… and Jimin too! Hi, long time no see.” You flashed them your mega-watt smile and while Taehyung was still awed, Jimin returned your greeting.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N! You look great. Now, if you may excuse us…” he gritted through his teeth and elbowed Taehyung who was still gaping at you. “…I believe you need to talk to other guests who are more important than us.”

“Wh-What? This party is for us! We’re the most important people here and I still want to talk to Y/N!” Taehyung called when Jimin began dragging him away.

You giggled and rolled your eyes as you watched them saunter off. You faced in front of you again and smiled at Jungkook. His expression was frozen, but he thought your smile was as endearing as ever. You raised a hand and waved at him, a somewhat childish gesture, but it’s the way you and Jungkook have always greeted each other. He raised his larger hand and reciprocated while slowly stepping closer towards you.

“오랜민이야.” You had to take a deep breath discreetly when he stood so close to you.

“어, 오랜만 이네.” Some part of Jungkook refused to believe that you were standing in front of him, but you were and it took a lot more effort than it should to return your words.

“Walk with me?” you gestured with a nod to the door connecting to the outdoor garden.

Jungkook nodded stiffly and you rolled your eyes for the second time that night before looping your arm with his. You could tell from the way he almost halted in his steps that he was stunned, but he curled his own arm instinctively and led the way.

You guys stood in the open air and you had to admit that you missed the spring nights of Seoul. You grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray and as usual, Jungkook refused a drink.

You were silent for a few moments, letting a certain feeling of security settle in, the way it used to when you two were still together. It had been difficult for the both of you to break the walls that both of you built when you were still starting out, but after all those time together (and maybe all those time apart too), you both felt like you trusted each other enough to let go of any inhibitions.

“So… how’s Germany?” he was the first to speak up.

“Cold.” You snickered. “…but hey, lots of alcohol.”

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t ask further. “You? Busy as ever?”

A look of pain crossed his wide eyes, and you knew he remembered how his busy schedule had been the very cause of your break-up, but years has allowed him to mask it almost perfectly. “Some things don’t change.”

“Oh yeah? What else?” You leaned your elbow on the railing of the veranda, so that you were directly facing Jungkook.

His eyes wandered around for another answer because his first instinct was to say, ‘Well, everything else except you.’

Finally, he found the unusually clear night sky and said, “The night sky… It feels like it’s been the same night sky that I’ve been looking at for the past three years.”

You glanced at him, but his eyes only reflected the twinkling stars. “Why? Did you look at the stars a lot during that three years?”

To your surprise, he easily nodded and answered without his usual hesitation when it comes to such prying questions, “Yeah, I looked at them and wondered what you were doing. Were you looking at the same sky?”

And just when you started doubting Jeon Jungkook’s ability to make your heart skip a beat, you felt your it skip a whole measure of a song instead.

“Then, I’d realize that I began missing you again, so I’d go and do something to occupy my mind.” He continued, his pounding heart providing the distraction he needed to keep himself from looking at you.

“Is that why you’ve been writing quite a few of Bangtan’s songs recently?” you teased and you knew, it would make him look at you. “I missed you a lot too, Jungkook.”

His eyes immediately fell to the ground because he knew that his cheeks blushing red would be the only natural reaction to your statement. Realizing that your statement might’ve been too forward and that your thoughts were laced with drunken ideas, you asked what seemed like the most logical question, “Do you want to dance?”

“Here?”

“Come on, no one’s watching and Butterfly is playing.” You put balanced your champagne on the ground and stood up just in time for Jungkook to take you hesitantly in his arms. While he positioned himself from a considerable distance, you wrapped one of your arms around his neck, so that you could hide your face on his shoulder. “I missed you so much that it drove me crazy. I worked so hard, so that I could have this excuse to see you and even if you didn’t talk to me at all, I would’ve been happy to just see you.”

While Jungkook didn’t let go, he didn’t pull you close either. “You broke up with me.”

You nodded, beginning to let go, but his grip on you suddenly became tighter. His strong arms encircled you and held you in place. Your hands froze, but immediately melted over his shoulders. “Don’t say goodbye, I still have a lot to say. It’s been years, but I still feel the same way about you, Y/N. I haven’t changed.”

You held the tears in, knowing that you had to keep your composure when you go back in. “…and the circumstances haven’t changed either. We’re still going to be so busy and my life… my life is not in Korea now.” You said the words and they were comprehensible, but they weren’t your words. If it were up to you, you would have just kissed Jungkook and asked him to take you back.

So instead, Jungkook kissed you. “I know. After this night, we have to break up again.”

When you pulled away, you looked in his eyes and knew, “The night isn’t over yet.”

You kissed him again, let him tear your defenses, your clothes and your heart. You were prepared to get hurt again the moment he walked in the door.

The next evening, you flew back to Germany.

6 Months later…

You opened the door of your apartment at 1 am to find a visitor that you least expected.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” you looked around before pulling him inside, but before he could step into your living room, he had already caught your wrist and you could see in the way his tired eyes searched yours that he agonized about his action as much as it hurt to see him in the middle of your apartment.

“Did you regret it?” His fingers and the way they secured around your wrist will surely leave a mark. “Did you regret leaving 3 years ago?”

“I…” The whole situation was making it really difficult for you to breathe. “No, Jungkook. I’m sorry.”

He felt hopeless because he knew you weren’t lying.

His arms fell limp, but he managed to turn and go for the door.

“But I regretted leaving six months ago.” You called and he hesitated by the door. “I should have let you hold onto me then. I was and am more secure of myself, Jungkook. It doesn’t matter if I see you every other minute or twice a year, I just know that I need to be with you.”

He turned the knob slowly and your heart sank to your feet only to be revived when he crossed the short distance between you and met you for a kiss. His hands were cold on your neck, but his tongue was warm when it pushed passed your lips. His other arm wove around your waist as he continued kissing you and you almost cried into his mouth.

“Stay.” You whisper finally when he peels back from you.

“I… I can’t.” he completely lets go of you, but takes both of your hands in his. “…but I’ll return and I hope… Y/N, I hope you can come back home with me then.”

He raises your knuckles to his lips and you smile affirmatively. You see him to the door and he kisses your forehead. You watched as he retreated until he turned back to you and gestured to the sky. “The sky here is amazing too, but the stars are only prettier when I’m with you.”

You rolled your eyes and shot back, “How many times have I told you not to take Jin-oppa’s advice?”

a/n: here’s a short fic. Haha. Idk what to say. I have some leftover kimchi rice, want some? I have a thing… Followers say it’s okay for me to take my time, but unfollow me if I don’t update for like 5 days. So I’m kind of… ah, how do I say this? I’m kind of sad? Lol jk nvm ignore ignore 

WHY GERMANY? PUMA’S HEADQUARTERS IS IN GERMANY HAHA.

Mo Leannan

Chibs x Reader where Chibs stands the reader up on their one year anniversary.

A/N - Mo leannan means my love/my sweetheart in Scottish Gaelic x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You curse under your breath, promising to what ever God is out there, that if the moron outside doesn’t stop pissing you off, you’re not going to be responsible for your actions.

A further two minutes, and the banging continues. Slamming your book shut, you make a loud noise of agitation, stomping your way over to your bedroom window and throwing it open. “Stop throwing rocks at my house, you twat!”

“I will once you let me explain!” Chibs retorts, a small stone being tossed from one hand to the other. His ass is plonked comfortably on his Harley, his sunglasses over his eyes as he looks up at you, a slight smirk on his lips at your rage.

“Come back when Hell freezes over!” you shout, slamming your window shut forcefully, the vibration rumbling through your house. You close your eyes, breathing deeply as you try to calm yourself, your body shaking with anger.

“Fucking Scottish prick.” you mumble, another small boulder bouncing on the brickwork of your place. You knew he wouldn’t give up, that you’d eventually have to go down and talk to him before he started howling Gaelic love songs, but you’d be dammed if you didn’t leave him stewing for as long as you could manage.

You see, last night was yours and Chibs’ one year anniversary of being together. You hadn’t wanted to make a big deal, knowing that things with the club were hectic. However, your idiotic yet totally romantic boyfriend had told you he was taking you to your favourite restaurant in town, so who were you to deny him?

Wanting to look and feel your absolute best, you’d spent most of the day yesterday prepping and getting ready. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup as flawless as could be, the red lace dress you’d brought especially for the occasion adorning your figure. If only it hadn’t gone to waste.

You’d sat in your house, waiting ever so patiently, from seven pm to eleven pm, just waiting. Nothing. No phone call, no text. Nada.

By the time you’d took all your makeup off - well, mainly cried it off - it was around one in the morning, your phone bleeping loudly just as you’d curled up into your sheets.

Only, it wasn’t your apologetic boyfriend on the phone. No, no, no. It was your highly intoxicated boyfriend, who’d rang you to tell you he was going to stop at the clubhouse, the celebrations from locking down a difficult deal interfering with his inability to drive.

After you cussed him out and told him what a complete asshole he was, you’d ended the call and somehow fell asleep, waking up this morning to thirty seven missed calls, twenty eight messages and a heavy banging on your front door.

Pulling yourself back to the present, you decide to try and distract yourself, grabbing the basket of dirty clothes from your room and trudging down the stairs.

You almost jump out of your skin when you see Chibs leaning up against your washing machine. “How many times have I told you to lock the back door, love? You never know who might get in.”

“Thanks for the lecture. Now if you don’t mind, piss off.” You move around the kitchen, completely ignoring his presence, which is easier said than done when you can feel his eyes watching your every move.

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Chibs says softly, like he knows how easily you break when he sounds so down. “I’m an idiot, I know I am-”

“You can cut the whole ‘feeling sorry for yourself’ thing, because it’s not gonna work.” He sighs deeply from behind you as you aggressively scrub your cutlery clean, your eyes threatening to cloud over out of anger and frustration.

You throw the scrubbing brush into the bowl of soapy water, turning to face the man you wish you could dislike, your fingers gripping the wooden edge of the counter. “I sat here for hours, Filip. I was so excited to spend some proper time with you, and I just waited and waited-”

You place your head in your hands as your eyelashes dampen with tears, heavy breaths leaving your mouth as you try to control your emotions. A shuffle of feet sounds in the room before you feel calloused hands on your elbows, gripping gently, attempting to move your hands away from your face.

“M'so sorry, mo leannan.“ he whispers, his expression full of guilt as you let him pull your arms down, silent teardrops slipping down your cheeks. He wipes them away carefully, his hands cradling your face. “I fucked up, but I promise I’ll spend eternity making it up to you.“

You sniffle, looking down at the floor and refusing to meet his eyes. “It feels like I never see you anymore. I don’t want to lose you.”

He shushes you quietly, as his arms wrap around you and pull you into his warmth, you letting him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re not gonna lose me, lass, I’ll never let you go.”

You don’t respond, instead choosing to snuggle in further to his chest as he rocks you slightly, eventually calming you down. “How about you go run a bath? I’ll be up with a cuppa in a few.”

“Get me something stronger, please.” you ask, pulling back and resting your hands on your boyfriends chest. You smile shyly, placing a soft kiss upon Chibs’ lips. “You gonna join me? The bath is big enough for two.”

“Aye, princess. Bit of wine and a cuddle sounds perfect to me.”

A/N - Hey guys! Hope you liked this, I wrote about half of it a while back and finished it a day or so ago :) not sure whether I’m going to post a dean winchester imagine or a happy lowman one next, I’ll see how it goes :) thanks for your support!!! Xxx

Rewards. Bucky Barnes.

Request:  Heyyyyyyy so that sub!bucky was the shit. Can you write sub!bucky with him being needy and the reader using the vibrating buttplug for orgasm denial throughout the day and he has to act normal (like an off day or something)(but he Can still make noises but he has to continue what he’s doing) or else he won’t get to come and when he does come, the reader does it multiple times and overstimulates him? Sorry for grammar. Thanks!

Triggers: Smut. Plug.

Word Count: 1619

Enjoy ;D



Just remember the safe word. I’ll be home with groceries. Love you.” The note was signed off with a cute little heart and your initials.

Bucky gulped thickly as he shifted. He’d slid the plug in the night before but wasn’t sure what to expect. You’d taken the remote with you, giving him time to adjust to the feeling at least. He moaned softly as he stood, clutching the nightstand and biting his lip. This would be harder than he anticipated.

He had agreed to the plug after he’d gotten adjusted to the idea of submitting to you. Actually, he’d suggested the plug! He loved the look of surprise on your face before you nodded. You let him pick out one so he could feel more comfortable. You’d gotten the lube and let him go into the bathroom to put it in. Just sliding the toy into him made him hard, but you were both to worn out that kissing each other and teasing one another was enough.

Bucky now dearly wished he’d jerked off before bed so he could have some relief. On top of morning wood, the feeling of the plug jostling inside him made it nearly impossible to think outside of wrapping his hand around him. He shook his head, knowing he had to wait for your command.

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Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 4

Well since @tammywt was so kind as to ask nicely and @shamelessmiraclemaker also asked nicely, I’ll post this chapter. Monday and Tuesday I have finals I have to write, so I won’t be online at all. Don’t worry, the new Vegas chapter will still post on Tuesday no matter what.

MASSIVE thank you to @diversemediums for her AMAZEBALLS brain. Seriously. She’s pretty incredible. And also to one of my favorite nurses (I don’t care what you say, you’re a nurse to me) @outlandishchridhe for making sure my writing about injury and medical practices was accurate. Catch up on previous installments below:

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3


Claire sat curled up on the couch, blanket tucked in around her, as she nursed her glass of wine. Geillis would be home soon more than likely and Claire could only hope she’d return alone. Picking up the TV remote, Claire flipped through the channels aimlessly, wanting to settle on something that didn’t require her to think or follow a complex plot. She finally settled on some reality program and let her mind rest.

But she felt restless, like there was something important that she’d forgotten. An urge to get up and move about the apartment came over her like an ocean wave, as strong as it was sudden. It had been a long day at the hospital, checking on her patients after their operations. All she really wanted was a quiet night at home where she could turn her mind off and not be anything, yet here she was, mind racing and thoughts bouncing to and fro like an internal tennis match.

She shook herself back to reality when a key in the door unlocked the deadbolt. Claire set down her empty glass and pulled herself out of the slouch she’d fallen into. Geillis waltzed in, face a little flushed and hair slightly out of sorts.

“Good night, then?”

“Oh, quite,” she said with a predatory smile.

“I take it he was a quick one, or you’d have brought him home.”

“Weel, I kent you’d be here. So I shagged him at the bar.”

Claire snorted.

“Not on it, I hope.”

“Of course not. Now… What have yoooouuuu been doing all evening?”

Geillis plopped herself down on the couch, dropping her heels on the floor beside her.

“Just watching some reality program. Nothing exciting. It was a long day.”

“You didn’t go and see that psychic lad again?”

“Again? Geillis, how many times must I tell you. I saw him the day you dragged me there and never again.”

Emerald green eyes narrowed at her, disbelieving. Frank had told her once never to play poker because she was a rubbish liar. She’d never seen the point in lying to begin with, so it hadn’t really mattered. But something about Jamie, about the time they’d spent together, made her hide the information from Geillis.

“But why!? Claire! He asked you back! You took my appointment with him and then he asked you back for another personal reading!”

“As I’ve said at least a dozen times since then, Geillis Duncan, I don’t believe in psychics or spirits or true love. It’s all fairy tales given to children.”

Geillis waved her hand in a dismissive manner and headed off to her bedroom. Judging by the strength of the whiskey on her breath, she’d be passed out within a quarter hour. So, Claire turned the reality program back on and watched it for a while. Still… This nagging sensation in the back of her mind…

With a huff, she got to her feet and dug around the flat for a scrap piece of paper. After scribbling a note, Claire grabbed her keys and went out.

Geillis - Went out for a walk. Be back soon. Don’t worry.

The cool night air bit at her cheeks as she walked, but it soothed her. There was no destination to her walking, she only wanted the movement and fresh air. As she gradually began to relax, her thoughts wandered back to Jamie. True, he’d asked that she not tell anyone he was a Scot. But he hadn’t asked her to conceal her entire visit altogether. That had been… Instinct?

Flashes of that strange, shared dream had come back to her nearly every night. The feel of his lips on her neck, his teeth moving down her chest, the way his fingers moved so deftly in her-

Shaking her head again, she reminded herself it had been his vision, not hers. That thought, however, reminded her of his sudden migraine. The unknown cause was bad enough, but even he’d said it was unusual. Before she could think about it, her feet turned and started taking her down to his shop. They’d never exchanged personal numbers, so she had no other way to contact him.

“Besides,” she muttered to herself. “He claims to be an all powerful psychic. He’ll see me coming. Probably knew I was coming before I did.”

When she arrived at the shop, she noticed the lights were all on. Blinking up at the door, she tried to remember all the turns she’d taken to get there, but couldn’t. She felt as if she’d been entranced and had come to this place completely without thought.

If the lights were on, someone should be home. Stepping up to the door, she knocked on it gently. It swung open on silent hinges as if it had been expecting her.

“Odd,” she said quietly. “He’s not usually one for being creepy.”

Right, she thought. Because you know him so well? You’ve spent maybe two hours with him in the last two weeks and you ‘know’ he’s not one for being creepy? Get a hold of yourself, Beauchamp.

Walking slowly, she moved down the same hall he’d taken her twice. Something about the place felt… off.

“Hello? Is anyone home?”

A deep grunt was her only greeting and she went in search of it.

“Hello?” she called again. “I’m not sure where you are. I’ve only come to help.”

“Here,” answered a voice she didn’t recognize.

What she did recognize, however, was the thread of pain in it. Moving faster, she turned a corner into a kitchen and found him sitting on the floor. He leaned against the wall, one arm clutched protectively over his ribs. One eye was swollen shut, his bottom lip was split, and Claire suspected he had a decent head wound somewhere, judging from the blood coating one side of his face.

“Who the devil are ye?!” he demanded, free hand groping for something to defend himself with.

“Claire!” she said, holding up her hands. “Claire Beauchamp!”

“What do ye want?”

“I only came to see if Jamie was alright. He got a nasty migraine a while back when I was here and I wanted to check if it had come back or gotten worse! I only came to help!”

She knelt down beside him and began prodding his head gently. He yelped and jerked his head away when she found the gash in his scalp, right near a decently sized lump.

“Aye, I ken I’ll need stitches. And I’ve broken my ribs again. I’ll do.”

“Wait,” she blinked down at him, tearing her eyes from the lump on his head. “You’re Scottish too?”

The one eye that wasn’t swollen shut darted up and met hers, wariness and rage warring in it.

“What do ye ken about the lad?”

“That he believes he’s a powerful psychic and he’s got to hide from someone or something. I know we had the same dream about two weeks ago.”

“Who do ye work for?! How did ye find us!”

Claire lurched back when a knife came suddenly to her throat.

“I don’t work for anyone! You mustn’t move like that! You’re only going to cause yourself more pain. And who the bloody hell are you?”

“Jamie’s guardian.”

Getting up, she went to the sink and wet a rag to clean him off with.

“Your name?”

His good eye narrowed in a glare and Claire returned the look, with interest.

“Look, I don’t work for anyone. I sort of had a feeling I needed to come here, so I did. All I wanted to do was make sure he was alright.”

With the blood cleaned off his face, he didn’t look too bad. A little dour maybe, but not as angry as he’d first seemed.

“The lad needs ye.”

“Where is he?”

“Tell me… Are ye true to him? Ye really willna betray him to… them.”

Heaving a sigh, she got to her feet, anxious to find Jamie and find out what the bloody hell was going on.

“Given that I don’t have any bloody clue who they are, no. I won’t betray him. I already promised I’d keep his secret. He knows mine.”

After what felt an eternity he nodded once.

“I’m Murtagh. Jamie made it upstairs to the panic room. We converted the attic. Go upstairs to the library, second door on the left. Pull the book wi’ the red spine that says The Truth About the ‘45. That’ll open the door. Jamie will be inside. I canna get up the stairs wi’ these ribs.”

Taking the stairs two at a time, she paused on the landing and counted the doors on the left hand side. The library wasn’t quite what she’d expected. She’d thought it would be like any old library, filled with old books that were rarely touched. What she found was the oddest assortment of books she’d ever seen, all with creased spines and well-worn pages.

How much time does Jamie spend in here, she wondered.

Peering carefully at the unfamiliar collection, she found the bright red spine that read The Truth About the ‘45 and pulled it. A quiet click sounded before the entire case began swinging away from the wall. Claire leapt back and looked down, seeing a small trail of blood droplets.

“Jesus H…”

“M…”

“Jamie?”

“Murggaahh…”

She rushed into the brightly lit room and turned in a slow circle. Jamie was propped against a wall, much like Murtagh had been, but was in much worse condition.

“Jesus H. Bloody Christ!”

Both of his eyes were nearly swollen shut, blood trickled from his nose in an alarmingly steady stream, his face was a webwork of bruises and scrapes, the knuckles on both hands were raw and bloody. His left hand was pressed against his side and she could see the drying blood staining his skin. Puncture? How deep? How long had he been bleeding?

Not long, by the looks of the small puddle on the floor. The tiny slits of ever-changing blue met her eyes and widened a little.

“Ssncchh,” he mumbled.

“Hush,” she said, dropping to her knees. “You don’t need to speak. Let me take care of you, alright?”

Her hand brushed his shoulder and he winced, causing her to look at it more carefully. She realized his shoulder was completely out of joint, which must be agonizing.

“I need to put your shoulder right. But it’s not in the right position. It’ll hurt like hell, but I promise it’ll feel better when it goes back. Are you ready?”

Eyes locked on hers, he nodded once and she began rolling his arm around, feeling for the right alignment.

“One… Two…” before she got to three, she snapped the shoulder back in place.

Jamie’s whole body went rigid and he muffled a cry. Before a sound could come out, he slumped back and relaxed.

“Th… Thank ye,” he mumbled, voice rasping.

“Oh you won’t be thanking me in a minute. What the hell have you and Murtagh done? Gotten into a fight with an elephant?”

He shrugged and winced at the movement.

“Do you have any sort of medkit around? There’s only so much I can do with my bare hands.”

“In… The cupboard. Red bag.”

Claire got to her feet and rummaged around until she found the medkit. It wasn’t as small as she’d been expecting, almost the size of a duffle. Bringing it with her, she set it down and began looking through it. She needed to listen to his breathing, make sure that stab wound wasn’t too deep. Pulling out the stethoscope, she pressed it to his chest and closed her eyes. Heartbeat. Breathing. Clear lung sounds, which was excellent. No punctured lung then. That meant she could stitch up the wound and finish examining the rest of him. But she needed a clear, clean area, so she cut away his shirt, laying the bloody fabric aside.

It was only oozing a little, but the area around it was smudged with blood. Looking around the room quickly, she spotted a small sink. She waited until the water warmed a little before putting the stopper in. Lathering a fresh bar of soap, she soaked a clean cloth in it before returning to him. Careful not to let the soapy water into the wound, she cleaned around it as best she could. By some miracle, this medkit had anesthetic in it.

“This will help numb you a bit so I can check for debris before I close it up, alright?”

He nodded.

She filled a syringe with the anesthetic before injecting all around the wound and waited a few minutes before gently poking near the wound. When he didn’t flinch away or yelp, she took it as her cue. Another syringe, without a needle, sat filled with sterile saline. With it, she irrigated the wound to clear it of any debris that might have found a way in. As carefully as she could, she peeled apart the edges of the wound to take one last look.

“Alright soldier, looks like it’s clean. Time to close you up.”

Claire took a deep, steadying breath, and began closing up the stab wound. It went faster than she’d expected and she was quite pleased with her work when she looked down at it.

“Now,” she said, stretching her back a little. “Let’s have a look at the rest of you.”

“Is… Is Murtagh…”

“He’s alive, but with bruised or broken ribs. I’m not sure. He wouldn’t let me look at him until after I’d tended you. Did they stab you anywhere else?”

“No, they didna.”

Nodding to herself, she cut away the rest of his shirt and hissed at the dark bruises already forming. She cleaned the blood off his skin to check for any lacerations. Most of the bleeding on his face had come from his nose. Thankfully, that flood had ceased. She wiped gingerly around his face, but only found more bruising. A few places where the skin had broken open, likely due to someone’s fist, were already clotting. There wasn’t much she could do for the split lip at this point, but it too had stopped oozing.

“Well, you don’t have anything more serious going on. How’s your head?”

“Throbbin’ a bit.”

“Like the migraine you had last time I was here?”

He nodded shortly.

“A bit. No’ quite so bad. Weel, it was earlier, but no’ as much now.”

Claire exhaled, wiping her brow with the back of her hand as she sat back on her heels and met his eyes squarely.

“Now, would you care to tell me just what the hell happened here?”

Jamie took as deep a breath he could with his new stitches and nodded again.

“Aye, ye deserve the truth. Ye ken I’m no’ English. I’m hiding out, trying to stay clear of a group that kens how powerful I could be. They want to unleash my power and use it for their own gains. All I want is to have a quiet life, help people when I can. I dinna want to ken the fate of a city or country or entire people.”

“And they want to use you?”

“Aye, they do. Been hunting me for years, ever since…”

The blue of his eyes suddenly shifted into a deep, dark tone.

“Ach, weel. I thought you’d come back, ye ken. I’d seen ye in the hallway, in a different vision, so I thought the knock was you. I see now that the vision I had was you coming in alone, concerned, no’ as I’d thought before.”

“They blitzed you?”

“Something like that, aye. As soon as I kent it wasna you, I called for Murtagh. He’s my godfather, ken? Swore to my mother on her deathbed that he’d keep me safe as if I was his own child. He’s good in a fight, especially an unexpected one like this. I dinna think they meant to stab me, I think they were aimin’ at Murtagh. I just got in the way. But he kept them busy until I could get up here and safe.”

Claire nodded slowly. Jamie visibly relaxed at that, then let out a stifled groan with the movement.

“We really should get you to a hospital.”

“No!” he said, wincing and clutching at his side. “No. That’s the first place they’ll look for me.”

“But-”

“Please,” he said, “please, Claire. Ye canna take me there.”

The look of absolute terror in his eyes swayed her, against her better judgement.

“Fine. But I need to get downstairs and examine Murtagh. He took a nasty blow to the head and I’m afraid he’ll need stitches too. And I’m not leaving you alone up here. Come on, I’ll help you up.”

Taking hold of his left hand, she braced herself and helped him to his feet. He wobbled a little, but a hand on her shoulder helped him steady himself.

“How’s the head.”

“It’s… Starting to hurt a bit.”

His eyes were glazing over as he swayed on his feet.

“Jamie?”

***

“No, mo ghraidh… dinna go just yet.”

She giggled contentedly and nuzzled against him.

“I have to, I’m sorry. If I’m not in the surgery soon, they’ll come looking.”

“I’m no’ ready to let ye go yet…”

With a growl, he rolled above her, pinning her down.

“You brute!”

“Aye! I’m a brute! And I have ye at my mercy!”

Peals of laughter echoed in the small room, filling him with indescribable joy.

“Jamie?”

He swayed again, reaching for the wall to keep from toppling over all together. Everything hurt. Then, it was as if every ounce of pain in his body had moved behind it eyes..

“Christ my head…”

His vision began to blur, though not from visions.

“Damn it, your nose is bleeding again.”

She vanished from his sight for a moment before she returned, gently pushing something into his nose. He resisted the urge to sneeze, but was happy to realize blood was no longer running down his face.

“How bad is the pain? Scale of one to ten, ten being unbearable, excruciating pain?”

“Six and a half.”

“Honestly?”

“Seven.”

Her cool, soft hands held his face between them, keeping his head from wobbling.

“Do you mind if I try something?”

“I dinna mind.”

“Is the pain in your temples?”

“Aye.”

Then her long, elegant fingers pressed against his head. Without meaning to, he leaned into the pressure, eyes drawing closed. A lifetime might have passed right by him in those moments and he never would have noticed. All he knew was the connection they had, the way she drew the pain out of his head.

When she pulled her hands back, he nearly fell over. She smiled up at him, golden eyes glittering.

“Better?”

“Aye, much better. Thank ye.”

“Can you walk now, you think?”

“Verra slowly, but aye. I can walk.”

It took some time, but they got down the stairs and back to the kitchen. Murtagh wasn’t on the floor, at least, but he looked half dead. Half his face was caked with dried blood, his hair matted with it as well.

“Alright soldier, your turn.”

Jamie eased into a chair and took some amount of pleasure in watching Murtagh go through the same examination he’d just finished. She stitched up his scalp and cleaned the blood from his face and beard.

When she was satisfied they were both as cleaned up as she could make them, she sat down with a huff.

“Will they come back?”

“No’ tonight. Stabbing Jamie will likely get them in trouble. It was meant for me.”

“So why not kill you and wait for Jamie to emerge?”

Murtagh shrugged and Jamie envied the ease of his movement.

“Dinna ken. But they’ll no’ be back tonight. Ye can head home, lass. I’ve got Jamie.”

“Not with that head wound. I’m not going anywhere until I’m sure the both of you are,” she interrupted herself with a yawn. “Until you’re stable.”

Jamie glanced up at Murtagh, who’s good eye was locked on Claire. He had the most curious expression on his face, one Jamie couldn’t figure out.

“Get some rest, lass. I’m no’ falling asleep for a good while yet.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” she said, yawning again.

Claire leaned forward and folded her arms on the table, resting her head on top of them. She was asleep a moment later.

“Did she touch ye?” Murtagh asked in a harsh whisper.

“What?” Jamie asked, staring blearily at his godfather. “Why?”

“Just answer the bloody question. Did she touch ye?”

Jamie felt his frown deepen.

“Aye… She did.”

“When? What was happening?”

“She’d got me on my feet to come down to she could tend ye. I started havin’ a vision again. The pain was awful. Thought my head was gonna burst. And then she… I dinna ken what it was, Murtagh. But it was beautiful. Like she just reached in and pulled the pain out.”

“And the vision?”

Jamie shook his head before wincing.

“It was over before she did anything. Murtagh, what does this mean? You kent Mam and Da, Willie. I dinna ken what’s happening to me.”

Murtagh made a valiant effort at smiling, though it ended up looking more garish than soothing. It did nothing to tame the fear churning inside him. His visions were getting out of control and he didn’t know what to do. Anyone who might have helped him, who’d gone through this before, was dead. Jenny didn’t have the same powers and not in the same intensity. Loathe as he was to admit it, Jamie was growing fearful of his own power.

“You’re growing, lad. I didna see Brian come into his full powers, ken. But I saw what Ellen did for him a time or two. They were a True Pair, aye? Meant for one another.”

“Aye, Jenny said so. Mam broke an engagement wi’ another man to marry Da.”

Murtagh waved his hand dismissively.

“Ach. That was part of it. But yer da was one of the most powerful psychics in the world. His visions were strong, like yours are, started causin’ him problems. Until he met Ellen. What she did for him… I dinna ken if there’s words strong enough for it. But the look on your face was the same he had after Ellen healed him.”

“Mam was… Mam was a healer?”

“Aye, like yon Claire.”

A tight ache formed in Jamie’s chest at the thought of his mother. He didn’t remember much about her, and only had a few photographs of her. Murtagh had known her for a long time, though he didn’t speak of it often.

“What does it mean?” he asked, heart pounding. “That she’s a healer like Mam?”

“It means ye need to keep her close, aye? If yer visions get worse, like Brian’s did, they could rightly kill ye. Ye need her.”

A sudden realization hit Jamie like a ton of bricks.

“Da didna die of a stroke, did he?”

Murtagh shook his head slowly.

“No, lad. It was his visions what killed him. We only had it written up as a stroke, to try and keep you and Jenny safe. Losing Ellen meant he had no healer to keep the visions from getting too strong.”

Jamie looked at Claire, sleeping peacefully in front of him. A dark tendril of curly hair brushed her pale cheek, making her look heartbreakingly young and innocent. He swallowed and shook his head.

“She’s got a man, Murtagh, a life. I canna ask her to gi’ that up.”

“When ye first read her tea leaves, and then her palms, what did ye see?”

Jamie closed his eyes to recall the images.

“No, lad! Dinna do it that way or you’ll start bleedin’ again and she needs time to recover. Just think, dinna call it up again. Use memory, not power.”

Rather than recall the images, he recalled the memories.

“I told her she had a choice to make, her life branched into two paths. One was uneventful, but comfortable. The other was more exciting. Neither would bring destruction.”

“What do ye think that means?”

“I dinna ken,” Jamie complained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I try not to interpret things for other people, ye ken that. And I dinna look into my own future.”

Murtagh nodded slowly.

“Aye. But maybe just think about what that might mean for her. And for you. She already keeps your secrets. And she was drawn here tonight, like she kent ye needed her. Your power calls to hers, they compliment each other, ken. Ye need her, but she needs you too.”

Jamie’s eyes moved to Claire again, her mouth hanging slightly open in sleep. He wondered if she would have kept herself awake under more normal circumstances.

“Did it hurt her? When she healed me?”

“Dinna ken, but I dinna think so. Ellen explained it to me like this. It’s no’ so much that she takes the pain into herself, but she channels it out o’ you.”

“And it willna hurt her?”

“As long as she doesna go too far, no,“ Murtagh responded, shaking his head. His good eye moved to Claire, exhausted and dead to the world, and his expression softened. "This was, I’d be willin’ to bet, the first time she did this sort o’ healing. I’m surprised she made it down the stairs, let alone stitched me up.”

Jamie took in the sight of her; her pale skin; her brown, curly hair ruffling over her shoulders. If left in that position, she would wake up sore. He couldn’t bear the thought of her in any sort of pain.

“What are ye thinkin’ lad?”

Jamie knew, if left in that position, she would wake up sore. He couldn’t bear the thought of her in any sort of pain.

“That Claire willna wake verra happy if we leave her slumped over like a sack of grain.”

Murtagh rolled his eye.

“And just how do ye expect us to get her onto the couch?”

“No’ the couch. She saved our lives tonight. The spare bedroom, at least.”

The eye went wide enough that Jamie half worried it would fall out of his head.

“Up the stairs?! Have ye gone mad? Claire didna say ye’d been clouted o’er the heid!”

Jamie started to shrug, but caught himself.

“I havena been clouted o’er the head, Murtagh. Maybe I’ve gone mad, but she did save our lives.”

Murtagh pursed his lips, wincing as the split began oozing again.

“Aye. And ye’ve a useless arm. How do ye propose we get her up the stairs? Magic?!”

Jamie rolled his eyes.

“Ye have visions, Jamie. Ye dinna lift things with yer mind.”

“Come on. I’ll no’ leave her here.”

Between the two of them, they somehow got her up the stairs. There was one moment when Jamie was sure Murtagh was about to drop her, but they kept themselves together. Murtagh lay her on the bed and left, seeing no other need. Jamie heard him shuffle down the stairs and putter about the kitchen.

Jamie struggled for a moment before removing her shoes, setting them on the floor beside the bed. Then he brushed back the curls on her forehead, staring at her beautiful face. Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“Rest, mo ghraidh,” he whispered in Gaelic, the endearment from his vision coming all too easily in the present. His thumb softly stroked her cheek. “Get peace while you can, for I fear your life has been thrown into chaos by mine.”


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my heart is no longer in my chest. sometimes it’s in my stomach, sometimes in my throat, sometimes shattered into pieces, and always with you, even though you don’t really want it. it hurts me to think about you, living the life that i once knew you had without me, giving the love you gave to me to someone else. but what hurts me more is to think that you were my one, and that i messed up too many times, so much that i will have missed out on the love of my life. i need you to be happy, it hurts me to think that you are, either by yourself or with someone else, almost as much as it does to think that you aren’t happy. ‘if you love someone, their happiness is your own’- how many times have i heard that and not understand it’s honesty? i wish i could be mad at you, but instead i’m just broken. and alone.
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i watched us fall apart

everything i never say // #93

This Is Us Part 1

Poe Dameron x Reader

Request 1: hi! would you write a poe x reader where they’ve just had a baby and poe is just over the moon and so happy to have his little son and goes around showing him the entire base?

Request 2: Poe x reader! Him comforting reader through pregnancy and talking to her tummy and then him being a dad through to teenage years?? Idk I thought it was cute

Request 3: Request fic of Poe Dameron as a father plzzz.

A/N: I have gotten this request so many times and I am just excited to try this one out!! This one will probably have multiple parts. Maybe four. Each of these requests will be incorporated into this fic, don’t worry to those who requested!

I do not own anything!!!

Originally posted by kil2dei

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{Reaction} Block B’s s/o Being Approached by Another Idol

I am here to help you fill up your block b masterlist! how would block b react to their girlfriend being approached by another idol?

Note: Thank you so much for this! Please help me fill up my masterlist with Block B when requests open again ♥

Ahn Jaehyo

Originally posted by jaehyohoe

Jaehyo: “{y/n} is talking to an amazing idol. I hope she gives off a good impression; I know how much she loves up to them.” 


Woo Jiho/ Zico

Originally posted by welldonezico

Zico: “No kidding, {y/n} is actually having banter with that idol. Her reputation will be as good as mine before she knows it.” 


Park Kyung

Originally posted by pyojhoon

Kyung: *Watching from afar* “Don’t fuck this up {y/n} you may have collaboration opportunity with this.”


Pyo Jihoon/ P.O.

Originally posted by oppazico1

P.O: *He’d be introducing you to idols tbh* “{y/n} meet Dean, Dean meet my girlfriend. You guys should make some music together since {y/n} is trying to get her name out there at the moment.” *Your biggest fan tbh* 


Lee Taeil

Originally posted by junhyyo

Taeil: “Jagi how many times have I told you that you should’t feel star struck, they are just people remember?” 

{y/n}: “You never said that when I was star struck over you.” 

Taeil: “We;; you’re allowed to be flustered over me but not that dork.” 


Lee Minhyuk/ B-Bomb

Originally posted by clumsypenguin

B-Bomb: “Go and talk to that idol right now, you’ll regret it if you don’t. Go on Jagi, I have faith in you.” 


Kim Yukwon/ U-Kwon

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

U-Kwon: “Why would I mind that you talk to other idols Jagi? I’m proud that you have the confidence in the first place.” 

[Translation] CUT - Yamada Ryosuke x Fumihiko Sori (March Issue: 2/18/2017)

“I said, ‘I don’t want to boast about this role.’” (Yamada)


“It was then that I understood the human being known as Yamada Ryosuke was very masculine, and it made me happy.” (Sori)


“I used to always think, ‘it’s still too early to be able to make this work into a movie yet,’” Director Sori Fumihiko discusses in this talk how, even within numerous Japanese comics, Fullmetal Alchemist is one of the works that [has to cross] the extremely high hurdle of live-action adaptations. At the same time, if Japanese film is challenging the scale and dynamism of Hollywood film head on, wouldn’t the greatest work to do so with be Fullmetal Alchemist? That’s why while taking on this film, both Director Sori and Yamada Ryosuke, who plays the role of the protagonist Ed, along with the rest of the cast, had to heavily prepare and carry a great deal of pressure, but in any case, their words were reassuring in this conversation. 

How will they depict Ed’s character? How was filming carried out in Italy? What sort of concept did they have when introducing the brand new CG technology? How will Al be represented? After finishing the intense photo-shoot, the two of them told us about the various inevitable points that worried them and revealed many precious behind-the-scenes happenings.

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Malfunctions [a Barry Allen SMUT]

Request: Idk maybe you’ll be into this request, an AU where reader is a meta that can manipulate people’s minds into doing their will, and Cisco finds out and makes a special headset so Barry isn’t effected, but it malfunctions to the point where Barry can now control YOU and maybe some smut happens cause Barry is a cheeky lil shit? Take your time on requests love it’s no biggie!

a/n: this was gold


WARNING: Smut (blowjobs)


“So you’re sure my mind won’t be controlled when I wear this?” Barry questions, raising his bushy eyebrow as he taps the hearing aid device.

Cisco hums, crossing his arms over his teal Obi-Wan shirt. “Positive. Y/N ain’t gonna get to your mind with that on. I call it… name still in progress.” he mutters under his breath. “Go try it!” the engineer beams; in a second, the speedster is out of the Cortex.

Barry’s black and white converse stomp against the floor when he enters the tiny room in the basement of S.T.A.R. Labs. A bright smile appears on his lips and he watches you jump, losing focus on the objects in front of you. “Barry!” you scold your boyfriend, huffing angrily. “How many times have I told you not to just…pop up!” you grumble, picking up the objects. “Go away, I’m training.” you bite, using your power to manipulate him.

The brunette smirks, crossing his long arms over his flannel. Slowly, he walks towards you, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think I will…” he muses, chuckling at your surprised look. “See, I came to test something out.” he taps the earpiece, looking down at you. You squint as he squats down. “You can’t control me… Now, kiss me.” he grins.

Immediately, you force your lips on his, obeying his order. Barry’s bright green eyes widen and he peeks down at you, eyebrows furrowed. He turns his head to the side, feeling your lips on his jawline and cheek, leaving opened mouth kisses on his skin. “Babe, babe, babe, stop.” he giggles, breathlessly.

You stand up straight, fluttering your eyelashes at him. Barry smooths down his green button down, letting out a deep breath. Was- is he controlling you? “C-come here?” he tries, watching your hips sway towards him. “Get on your knees.” he whispers in a deep voice, growing with arousal.

Gravity pulls your jeans to the ground, making you gasp. “This…is kinda like Ella Enchanted.” Barry hums to himself. With a small smirk, the speedster makes sure the earpiece is secure before leaning against the shelf behind him. “Unzip my jeans, baby.” he says, eyeing the way your fingers slowly yank the zipper down. “N-now, um, take them off and…my boxers.” he bites down hard on his lower lip,

Swiftly, you do as he commands, pulling both of the clothes down his lean hairy legs, exposing his throbbing boner. “Suck.” Barry gasps, eyes filled with lust, pupils blown. You wrap your lips around his dick instantly, causing the brunette to release a throaty moan. Gagging slightly, you bob your head, rolling your tongue over his vein. “Faster, go faster.” he orders, balling some of your hair in his fist; teeth gritted together.

Moaning, you hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper. Barry feels your tongue swipe over the tip and throws his head back; chestnut hair dipping to his forehead. “F-fuck.” he hisses; dick twitching in your mouth. “I… I’m g-gonna-agh!” he shouts, shooting his cum down the back of your throat. “Swallow.” he grunts, watching you do so.

You pull away with a pop, wiping the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand. “H-how did you?” you cough; throat slightly sore.

Panting, Barry removes the earpiece, smiling sheepishly. “I think Cisco’s headset malfunctioned… Not that I’m complaining.”

Fuckboy!Hoseok

Hobi in snapbacks & tank tops is my weakness >.< I hope he had a wonderful day and sorry for the random posts today but I’m just very excited to celebrate the birth of the light of my life ;)

warning: slightly mature themes since … ya know, he’s a fuckboy haha


The name Jung Hoseok was infamous in your college. From one end of the campus to the other, everyone knew about the resident fuckboy, who denied being one. Hoseok claimed he was a lover, as he rolled out of yet another strangers bed, told people he wanted to make others happy as he crawled out the windows of married lecturers homes, that he just had a lot of love to give, as he convinced people into threesomes.

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Jjajangmyeon

|| MY FIRST POSTED SCENARIO AaHHHhhHH!! please let me know what you guys think pleaseee. ALSO, please request anything, i promise ill do it! - Liz ||

Genre: fluff~

Word count: 2.5k

[(Jjajangmyeon - Korean noodle dish with vegetables along with pork or chicken and very black sauce made from black beans) it can get quite messy because of the dark sauce so when little kids eat it they usually have the sauce all over their shirts and faces]

Originally posted by chimtae

You: Tae, I just made jjajangmyeon and there’s a lot left over so if you and a couple of the boys want to come over and eat it I’m inviting you

Tae: ok I’m omw :)

Once he saw his phone screen light up and realized it was you, he responded immediately.

         Taehyung and you had a thing almost. He liked you so much, and you knew this. You liked him too but you guys weren’t exactly in a relationship. It wasn’t a friend with benefits deal either, you guys weren’t like that (although Taehyung had tried quite a couple of times. Yes.. he was intoxicated to some degree each time but hey, drunk words are sober thoughts huh?) you guys knew you would never see other people right now, you each were each others.. just not labeled as it.

The rest of the boys were off doing whatever they pleased. Jungkook was probably playing video games in his room, Jin and Hoseok were watching tv in the living room, Namjoon and Yoongi were most likely in the studio, working on new pieces for the group. Jimin was probably with Jungkook trying to beat the maknae at overwatch but of course Kook would never let that happen.

The dorm’s atmosphere was a quiet pleasant one. But then it was disrupted.

  As taehyung scrambled in his room to put on a better shirt and clean socks. He always wanted to be presentable for you. Scurrying out of his room and slamming the door behind him, he dashed his way to the front door practically falling over trying to get his shoes on in timely fashion.

     "Where are you going?“ Jin asked, appalled by Taetaes actions. Hoseok joined his hyungs look in amazement.

“Y/n’s-”

the boy was in such a hurry it seemed like he was cutting himself off from speaking

“….Why..?”

“She made jjajangmyeon”

“But you just ate an hour a-” Jin was cut off

“Hyung, I don’t care, I’m hungry again and I want-”

     "Y/n cooked?“ Jungkook peared his head around the corner from his rooms door looking back and forth between his elders on the couch and Tae at the door.

"You can’t have any there’s not enough for another person.” Taehyung stated and before anyone could talk back, he was out the door.

Man, this boy had it in for himself because of you. This caring sweet selfless Taehyung wanted you all to himself and only himself. So much so he almost snapped back at his hyungs. He wasn’t going to share any aspect of you with the rest of the boys or the world, even if it included your cooking.

   Couple minutes later, he arrived at your apartment building and let himself in (he had a spare key he made for himself hah) and as he reached your apartment, he ajusted his clothing, combed his fingers through his hair and checked his breath.. even though he was just about to eat.

                          *knock knock*

“Coming!” You said with a raised voice, just enough for Tae to hear. It was 10 o'clock at night in fact and you, being the sweet thoughtful thing you are♡, always tried your best to not disturb your neighbors.

  Opening the door to a precious grin and a tall handsome boy was always a great feeling.

“Hey.” He cooed looking down at you.

     "Hello.“ You say returning the smile.

You were absolutely beautiful in his eyes. Even though you had your hair up messily, wearing a big t shirt with comfy shorts and walking around in your fuzzy slippers, barefaced, he was in awe.

     He’s seen you so many times like this. All the movie marathons you’ve had. All the times late night adventuring and you both ended up falling asleep when you got back to your apartment. All the times he would wake up on your sofa and you’d be in a outfit just like the one you were in now, cooking breakfast for you each.

He loved it.

As he followed you into the kitchen, a question sprung from your lips and let him out of his gaze and back to reality.

"So were the other boys not hungry?” You wondered. Although you had an answer in mind. You knew how Taehyung worked.

   "Oh, uh- yeah. They were all either alseep or busy practicing.“ He looked away, scratching the back of his head.

  "Ahh I see. Well, I guess it’s just you and me tonight,” you scooped out some noodles into a bowl for him and did the same for yourself.

You sat at the stools at the kitchen counter, it felt too formal to sit at the dinner table, it was more cozy here. You both sat on one side of a corner, he was to your left, not right next to you, but not across from you either. You each took your chopsticks and mixed the noodles up, when a big chunk of sauce hit Taetaes cheek whilst another one landed on his shirt.

     You started giggling and once the surprise was gone from his face he joined you in the laughter.

   He wiped off the black bean paste from his face but went over to the sink only a few feet away from you to try and get the stain out before it could actually stain. He turned on the faucet and you sat there, head resting on hand, elbow resting on table, watching him scrub at the spot. A faint smile brushed along your face watching this etheral boy concentrating so much at his clothing. Good thing it wasn’t one of his Gucci shirts.

“Do you want me to throw it in the washer real quick?” You suggested. “Nah, I don’t have another shirt here anyway. I told you keeping my clothes here would come in handy,” he chuckled.

       Rolling your eyes playfully and answering him , “Who cares, if you wear a different shirt you will probably end up spilling your food on that one too” you joked

  “Yah!! How many times do you have to remind me I eat like a baby whos eating this for the first time. I can’t help that it’s so messy!” he sillily scrunched up his face at you, “besides… I haven’t been working out lately… so I can’t let you see me with out a shirt on. It’s not gonna happen. Nope.”

       You sighed. “I guess you’ll have to scrub at your shirt for a good 20 minutes then.”

“If you help me we can get it done in 10.”

“Wow Tae, that’s not how it works. We can’t clean a tiny spot at the same time.”

   Regardless of what you just said, you got up from your seat and grabbed the towel from his hand before reaching underneath his shirt to bring the stain closer to your other hand. You start caressing the fabric with the cloth, hoping the stain will come out with the right finesse. Now he’s the one observing you. You didn’t know he was, you were the one concentrated, but with you standing so close to him and him looking down at you (you were quite a bit smaller than him) all he could think to do was watch you intently. Even little moments like this were breath taking and he cherished them. After a minute or two of being under his gaze, you finally felt his eyes on you and you suddenly looked up. As this has happened before, meeting eyes that is, he would always turn away quickly, but not this time. This time he stared back into your eyes. You could feel the piercing yet loving feelings behind it but all you could do was freeze when he stared at you like that. The intense staring contest seeming to drag out for what felt like forever. All you could think about, if you could think at all, was about the look in his eyes and how they seemed to stare into you. You felt speechless.

      “Why don’t you sit on the counter” he interrupted

“Huh-” you said, having your attention being brought back to the moment

    “Sit on the counter. You can reach the stain better but you don’t have to keep standing.”

You put down the rag and place your arms at the edge ready to hoist yourself up when his hands met your hips before you could realize and he lifted you up onto the countertop.

   Great. Now your heart was racing and you could feel your cheeks burning. You were definitely blushing alright. Rather hard by now probably.

He didn’t bring attention to it but there was no doubting he saw it.

   Grabbing the rag and quickly looking down towards the floor working on the stain again, you tried to calm yourself. You could feel his eyes still on you with that same intense feeling. Fuck he really knew how to tease you. Wether he was teasing you on purpose or not was always a toss up with Mr. Kim Taehyung. He was a wild card so you never quite knew if he was doing it subconsciously or not.

      He didn’t even know if he was doing it subconsciously or not, he was just doing it. He couldn’t make up his mind wether it was purposeful or not. He just continued his stare.

Time felt so slow. It’d only been 20 seconds since you got on the counter but it felt like 5 minutes. But you liked living in the moment, even if the moment was making you awkwardly nervous.

    A couple seconds later he reached both of his hands and placed them on yours, pushing them down signaling you to stop and look up. He didn’t let go, he kept them huddled in his own hands.

You gathered your breath quickly and once you looked into his eyes again, they changed. They were soft again and he had a faint smile on his face. You honestly were kinda astonished at how quickly that look made you calm down and relax. Seemed like at the snap of a finger your composure changed immediately.

“You ok?” He questioned.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you let out a deep breath and gave him a warm smile, that smile gave him butterflies in his stomach. It felt like hot cocoa on a snowy day. It made his stress and worries he didn’t even know he had melt away. He loved you for that. Yes. He loved you. He knew that before, but he never really truly focused on the statement. It never fully clicked in his mind to the point where he was so aware he was in love. Until this moment.

  As your legs dangled off the counter, he took a step closer in between them to your torso and both of you could feel the emotional warmth radiating from both of your bodies. Your souls even.

You both figured that’s what love felt like. And indeed it was. It was kind of funny to both of you. You guys still weren’t in a relationship. There wasn’t even a good explanation why. You both knew your feelings for one another. You both knew you had a thing. You both knew you belonged to one another. You were his and he was yours. You each never ever thought about being someone else’s and it was a known yet unsaid thing. It was crazy, yet it was the best thing anyone could ask for.

He reached under your chin just ever so slightly and lifted it up in his direction. “You are so perfect.” You closed your eyes and laughed through your nose in response to that remark.

   "What, its true.“ He leaned in just a tiny bit closer to you. Tossing the rag out of his hands into the sink he clasped his hands around the small of your back low enough so they were basically resting on the counter. Safety and comfort were the only words your mind could fathom with his arms around you. He tilted his head to the side, not changing his loving expression and looked back at you.  It’s like you were talking with your eyes. You didn’t quite know the lines but you each knew it was about your love. He broke the silence.

"You are gonna be a great wife. And a great mom. You can already cook and you know how to clean our kids’ clothes when they spill their food on themselves too.”

“..our….kids?” You became alert. “Mhhmm. Our kids.” He responded. “Huh, our kids…” you thought out loud.

      It didn’t take you by surprise as much as it should’ve when he said that. You technically weren’t even dating. Let alone had either of you even said a word about having a future together. Big or small. Not even talking about your mutual feelings out loud. Not that you needed to though.

      As you pondered the thought quickly in your mind you felt Taehyungs fingers back under your chin, bringing your gazes together once more. He leisurely leaned down until his lips were centimeters from yours. He only stopped for a second, long enough for you to feel his breath brush on your lips and register the situation. You didn’t move, not like you were frozen but as in you weren’t running away from it. He pressed his lips ever so slowly against yours. After a couple seconds passed he puckered and actually initiated the kiss. It was so peaceful, so serene. You were such a serene tranquil person to start with but you never knew this amount of peace could be felt in this world. You fell into his lips and returned the action. The kiss was so simple. Neither of you moved your lips. No one tried to deepen the kiss. It was like you were trapped in time, but neither of you wanted to escape it. No one moved and it felt like the entire earth was still. Everyone who lived was stuck in this everlasting moment with you. It was magical. It was perfect.

   Finally, he slowly and steadily backed his face away and looked at you. Your lives intertwined at that moment and all became gentle. Your shared existence left your minds in a placid place. He smiled at you and you smiled at him. All was perfect. His eye smile made your heart skip a beat. He rubbed your back softly with his thumb and you two stayed like that for however long, you both unable to grasp time in this moment. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gently pulled his body closer to yours so there couldn’t be any way to break you apart. In life, in mind, pyshically and mentally. The air was still but a welcoming still, no sound but the ticking of the clock could be heard. Blissful. Blissful.

Stretching your neck up to his face you waved your hand for him to lean down. “Guess what” you breathed in his ear. He shifted his head “hmm?” He hummed.

  “I love you” you whispered.

He kissed your nose in response and placed his forehead against yours.

    “I love you too.”