just watch the third one for a few minutes trust me

How to Get Kin Memories Within Minutes - An Easy Method!

Hey guys!

I notice a lot of kin have a hard time getting memories from their canons. Everyone likes having memories: they make you feel more valid, they allow you to find canonmates more easily, and overall they’re really interesting and often nice to have.

I have a simple method for getting kin memories that has worked very well for me. I’ve gotten plenty of memories from it, and it’s been a great way for me to confirm kintypes I question. Sooo, I thought I would share it!

It’s an easy and quick process to go though: exactly what everyone wants!

It’s basically self-hypnosis, which is not as strange and crazy at it sounds. Hypnosis is a very natural thing, and we go into hypnotic trances very often in our everyday lives (e.g. when watching TV). It’s not scary at all. It’s really relaxing, and is actually pretty similar to meditation.

(This can also be useful to fictives with unclear memories!)

I’ll cut to the chase and list the steps bellow the break~

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Fell for You  (Draco x Reader)

“can i have a draco x reader where the reader gets sick or passes out during class?? like really fluffy thanks!!!” thank you so much for your request! hope you like it!

Ever since Slughorn took over as the new Potions professor, class has been nothing short of interesting. The first couple of lessons were challenging since no one really knew what Slughorn was really like, would he be as strict as Snape or are caring as Lupin had been? You all soon found out that he was the definition of frazzled, not all quite there, but overall he meant well. And of course, just like Snape, he had his favorites, meaning Harry Potter. That didn’t sit well with most of the Slytherins in the class, but you tried to ignore their nasty remarks towards your friend but sometimes their teasing was too much and as a fellow Gryffindor you had to defend both your friends and your house. But today you weren’t feeling much of the fighting spirit in you, you had a terrible headache and wanted nothing more than to be curled up in bed but alas you trudge your way to class.

You slowly made your way to your seat, but you noticed that Lavander Brown had taken your usual seat since you were late. Probably so she could stare at Ron…The only available seat was next to Draco so you begrudgingly made your way there as Harry and Hermione sent you a sad smile knowing that you were in no mood to put up with the Slytherin Prince.

You weren’t feeling well and it didn’t help that everyone was being extremely chatty today,

“Settle down! Settle down! Ms. Brown, please stop making googly eyes at Mr. Weasley…As I was saying, today we will be making a very challenging potion, the draught of peace! So, let’s get to it!” Slughorn announced, and with that everyone stood up and headed towards the back to grab what they needed. You weren’t surprised to see that everyone pretty much grabbed all of the moonstone powder so you had to wait for someone to be done with theirs so you could start.

But it looked like everyone was taking their sweet time getting set up and actually starting the potion.

“I’m almost done adding the powder, you can have it after it.” Draco said to you once you sat down. Were you hallucinating or was Draco Malfoy actually being nice to you? You and Draco never really talked, except for the cordial ‘hello,’ from time to time.

You simply nodded as you tied your hair back, most of the class had ignited their cauldrons and the heat was starting to get to you.

You both worked in silence and had a system of sharing going on, you had the ingredients needed for the second half of the potion and Draco had the beginning ones, so you would switch when you needed to.

“Stir until the potion turns orange, and then add more porcupine quills until the potion turns turquoise.” You read out loud for what seemed to be the third time, the heat in the room was becoming unbearable and you were having a hard time focusing.

“Are you alright Y/L/N?” Draco asked you after the fourth time.

“Um, yeah, never been better,” you said trying to sound convincing.  He simply nodded and went back to his own potion but he wasn’t the only one showing concern for you, Hermione kept shooting you worried looks. After a few more minutes she poured some of her potion into a vial for grading and then made her way towards you, she was expecting a nasty remark from Draco but he simply looked up and nodded towards you, his brow furrowed in concerned.

“Hey, I just finished mine, do you need any help, Y/N?” she asked as she came to stand next to you.

“Hi ‘Mione, and no that’s okay, I’m nearly finished, I just need to get add some more powdered porcupine quills and I’ll be done.” Unbeknownst to you, Draco was listening intently to your conversation. He noticed how quiet you were during breakfast in the Great Hall and how you were late to most of your shared classes. He has a soft spot for you, most of the Slytherins didn’t mess with you in fear of receiving backlash from Draco. Ever since class started her noticed how flushed you were. He was thankful Hermione came over to you because he knew you didn’t really trust him.

He was done with his own potion, and Hermione was helping you out until Ron stole her away because he needed help putting out the fire he created.

“Almost done?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just need to, to…to get a vial and bottle it up.” You said softly, becoming more and more dizzy with every word you spoke.

“Hey, are you okay?” He said looking alarmed by how pale you had turned all of the sudden.

“I’m fi-” Your world turned black before you could answer back.

You were definitely not fine.

You woke up a few hours later with a pounding headache, you slowly opened your eyes, but promptly closed them because of the bright lights of the infirmary. After a few minutes you tried once again with much more success and tried to sit up but felt the room spin out of control once again.

“Woah, take it easy there.” A voice said next to you, soon enough your eyes met the worry ones of none other than Draco Malfoy’s.

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well after you decided to test out if gravity, Potter and I brought you to Madame Pomfrey.” He said as he softly pushed you back into the plush pillows.

“Where’s Harry?” you asked, not seeing the mess of curls anywhere. Draco’s eyes flickered with something that you’ve never seen before. It wasn’t the usual flicker of annoyance.

“Sorry, your little boyfriend had to go to Quidditch practice. He said he would come by later.” Draco said curtly.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You said with the same curt tone but before he could say something else you cut him off.

“Wait, don’t you have practice as well? Don’t Slytherins usually practice at the same time and place to piss off our team?”

“Well I skipped today.”

“The Slytherin seeker skipping out on practice? I certainly feel honored, your team must really hate me right now.”

“Yeah, I would definitely watch out for them if I were you.” He chuckled.

“Did you really skipped practice for me?”

“Well, I had to make sure you were okay, I’m not as bad as Potter and Weaslbee make me out to be.” He said, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he rubbed his neck nervously.

“Thank you, Draco.” You said grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” that was the first time he called you by your first name.

“So, I was thinking, if you’re done testing out gravity, would you like to go with me on the next Hogsmeade trip?”

“Draco Malfoy, are you asking me out on a date?” you said, unable to fight off the smile spreading across your face.

“That depends, if you say yes then yeah I am.” he said, trying to fight off the nerves with his usual debonair.

“It’s a date.” You answered smiling softly, Draco smiled rivaled your own. You were certainly glad that you literally fell for him today.

part 2 of 3rd grade teacher nursey?? yes?? ok

(part one)

  • calls all of his kiddos “little bro” regardless of gender. the occasional “little dude” or “little man”
  • the first time he wears a short sleeve dress shirt to school all the kids are obsessed with his tattoo
    • “mr n has a forever drawing on his arm :000″
  • hes the ultimate kid whisperer. anything these kids throw at him? hes got it covered
    • kids are fighting about who gets the 64 pack of crayons. jeremy got them yesterday and now he wants them again?? theres like 4 other kids who want to use them jeremy dont be a dick
    • nursey’s like “can i give you guys a special project? i need a big drawing to put up on the wall. but you all have to help and you all need to use the crayons”
    • jeremy, immediately distributing the crayons and getting a big ass piece of paper: ok mr n!!!!!!

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you’ve met one another, right?

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or the one where everything is still the same: even and isak still do happen. but it’s observed under sana’s watchful inspection. on even.

(or the one where ten times, sana sees even, as even and isak happen.)

canon compliant, but, with a little bit more. this wasn’t meant to turn into a full blown fic but, oh well, no can do.

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ok story time, i used to play DCUO in its early days which for those who don’t know is basically an MMORPG set in the dcu where you create a hero or villain and make your way up the hero ladder, and if you level up enough you end up being accepted into the justice league as an actual member

there are various locations you can visit, one of them being the watchtower where you can find the trinity in the middle of the map inside a dome you can’t visit unless you’ve actually become a justice leaguer. but you can still see them in there just… existing i guess (i don’t remember seeing the models even talk) so you’d constantly have other people gathering around and being interested in seeing what’s going on. one of those people was Xcalibersomething but we’ll call him XC. XC was this guy who had teamed up with me and a few other people for some quests because you finish things quicklier/easier when you team up with other random people, but out of the group, we were the last ones to leave so for the time being we had decided to stick together. we didn’t message each other all that much because the main idea was easy enough: you see something > you decide to kill it > i follow and help you kill it faster

at some point we visit the watchtower, go our separate ways for a while because that place is huge and you bet your ass i’m gonna fly around without actually doing anything, then just as i’m about to leave, he writes me in the chat:

<XC>: i think there’s a way to get in there
<me>: where?
<XC>: the room where superman, batman and ww are
<me>: oh i don’t think you can yet. hall of justice is locked for low levels
<XC>: no i can

now, i’m thinking “no you can’t” but i let him be because he’s going to realize soon enough you can’t actually find a way inside that room without meeting certain criteria. i won’t get worked up. i don’t know him either so maybe this is the most interesting thing he’s done this week. i do, however, decide to stick around a little longer

i see XC go as back as the map allows him and just fly straight into the glass (which for reference, flying in low levels… is not that fast. you get the effect of wind blowing past you but actually seeing it in third person is hilariously slow for the current circumstances). he stops. that’s expected, he can’t actually ram his way through. the game doesn’t work that way so i don’t expect him to–

<XC>: do you think the glass can break?
<me>: i really doubt that
<XC>: try with me

which i do. because i decided to stay so i may as well fly back and forth the map in an attempt to break a glass that can’t break. flying is fun, i’m having a dandy time. we keep at it for maybe one minute and a half, some people join us for a while without knowing why we’re doing this weird marathon thing, then i stop and write:

<me>: maybe we should go do some missions to level up (aka you aren’t breaking this glass i can’t believe you’re still at it let’s actually finish the game holy SHIT)
<XC>: no i really can’t do that
<me>: why not?
<XC>: he’s watching

okay… at this point i’m like he probably has a friend/sibling sitting next to him that he wants to impress with his super gaming skills, so i get it. we’ve all been there. i get it. trying to introduce a new game mechanic via strong belief and the power of imagination isn’t the way to go about it but i get the premise, you know?

he doesn’t ask me to start trying again, he just swoops away towards the dome as if he’s certain i’ll follow. i’ve officially joined a cult and he’s the leader. i can’t break his trust. i’m his second in command at this point. he expects me to be there in tow, together joined in his crusade against The Glass. i don’t have it in me to betray him, i won’t be the hal to his sinestro. so i follow. and i fly. and i get back and then i fly again. and this keeps happening for i’m certain more than seven minutes without any kind of communication or cease of efforts. i’ve put on music. i’m singing karaoke. i’m chilling. i’ve accepted my fate i’ll stay here for the rest of my life. but then it gets to the point it’s nearly 3am on a school night and i don’t have it in me anymore. i’m about to desert his ass as if he’s the guerillas and i’m missing my family. i write:

<me>: listen i really have to go. but it’s been fun!
<XC>: oh
<XC>: okay yeah. it was fun. thanks for trying to help
<me>: sure. can i just say something
<XC>: yep
<me>: none of my business but you can impress them a lot easier by actually leveling up and beating some bosses instead of this lol
<XC>: impress who?
<me>: whoever’s sitting next to you
<XC>: ?
<XC>: oooh no
<XC>: i meant batman
<XC>: he’s in there always watching. i want to make a good impression

i didn’t pick up the game for four months after that. and let me tell you. let me tell you. to this day, i still respect XC. batman’s in there. always watching. he just wanted to make a good impr

The Best Revenge Plan (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Heyyy. Could u do a rly angsty Jughead x Reader where the reader catches Archie (her bf) making out with Betty or something and she goes to Jughead, her best friend, and asks him to help her make a revenge plan? They start acting all lovey-dovey to make Archie jealous of what he lost and they make sure he finds them in ‘compromising situations’? I think it’d be really cute and funny. Thx!!!!

A/N: I’m going to do that so the reader finds out about Archie and Miss Grundy instead of Jughead as she’s walking past the classroom. Hope you like it! (Sorry I’m not the best with angsty stuff ugh) Requests are welcome!

Warnings: Archie x Reader (in the beginning), Cheating, Underage relationship (stupid Miss Grundy), Small amount of swearing,

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The Best Revenge Plan (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bad feeling in your gut. Your boyfriend of a few months had been canceling dates and avoiding both you and your best friend Jug.

He was supposed to go on a roadtrip with Jug on July 4th but instead you and him sat in Pop’s trying to figure out why Archie canceled on the boy.

“It doesn’t make sense, Jug. He told me yesterday that you guys were leaving early?” You sigh and frown at your melting milkshake.

“I don’t know, (y/n)…”

“Do you think he got into some sort of trouble?” You push the basket of fries towards your best friend. The thought of your boyfriend lying to both you and him made your appetite disappear.

You glance out the window of Pop’s.

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“You have sent the fanbase into a frenzy! And why’re you wearing like three layers of clothing? It’s barely cold out.”

Harry looks at his surroundings when he receives the text whilst simultaneously unlocking his car door.

“What do ye’ mean? I’ve not done anything! But how do you know what I’m wearing? I’ve not even started the drive to yours.”

“I think you underestimate my fifth sense when it comes to you, babe! Haha no, woke up to tweets about your long-expected-finally-showing curls. But seriously Haz, aren’t you burning up under all that?”

“Oh, I knew I wasn’t walking alone! You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But not really. Feeling a bit under the weather actually.”

“Harry, meeting my parents can’t be that bad that you’re faking being sick. They’re gonna love you, trust me.”

“I’m not trying to get out of going to your parents, kitten. M'really not feeling well. Been taking medicine so hopefully I’ll be better before we make our trip out.”

“Uh huh, let’s hope you’re not lying to me! It’s probably just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”

“M'not! Promise. Heading over now though. I’ll see you in a bit, pet. Love you xx”

“‘Kay! Love you, too! xo”

***

“Should have really at least taken the hoodie off, babe. Your hair’s damp and I don’t think it’s from rain!”

Y/N opens the door as soon as she hears his car alarm beep, Harry making his way up the steps to her place. He’s wearing his beanie, hair curling out from under it, and she can see why his fans went crazy.

She opens the door further to allow him to step inside, receiving him with a peck to the lips before shutting the door and helping him with his bag.

“Yeah, feeling a bit hot now, actually.”

She watches as he toes off his shoes. And she really shouldn’t gawk at how broad he looks as he raises his arms up and reaches to grasp the hoodie from behind, ridding his body of the thick garment in one swift move as he pulls it over his head. And then again to remove yet another sweater, leaving him in a white tee.

She walks over to the sitting area and sets his bag on the sofa when Harry throws his shorts over her head, chuckling loudly before walking over and engulfing her in a hug, pecking her head in adoration.

“Harry!” She whines, grabbing the shorts and aimlessly throwing them on top of his bag.

But her whines are drowned with the sudden press of Harry’s lips on hers, pecking lightly at first. One peck. And then he pulls away to look down at her, her lips pulled up into a smile now. Another peck. And he pulls away again, this time earning a light giggle. On the third kiss, he keeps his lips on hers a bit longer, his hands now on the small of her back, pressing her flush against him.

And for a minute Y/N had forgotten Harry is wearing a pair of white tights, but she’s suddenly reminded when she feels his bulge pressing against her, not in a sexual way or anything, but it makes it all the more…innocent? Having Harry so close. Being able to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, playfully tugging at his beanie until she finally takes it off and puts it on her own head.

And it’s then that he breaks the kiss, with a light whisper of “m'gonna get ye’ sick, too, poppet.”

But she disregards the comment, instead she looks him over. The crinkles by his eyes from how he smiles down at her, puffy for some reason, his lips plump and pink from having just kissed her, his hair just a tad disheveled from having just taken the beanie off.

“If you’re as sick as you say, on you go for a shower!” She pecks his lips one last time before bringing a hand down to his bum and giving him a playful pat.

“M'not fakin’ t'get out of meetin’ ye’ parents, kit'en.”

Harry knuckles at his eyes, his other hand running down her arm to take her hand in his, his rings cold on her skin. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of her hand lightly before taking a few steps backwards. And he smirks when he sees Y/N’s eyes linger down south. But she doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes dancing on the verge of lust at the view of Harry’s outlined cock. Tights much too tight that it leaves little to the imagination, and they surely outline it perfectly. It’s when Harry clears his throat that she finally comes back out of her own thoughts.

“Can take a shower with me if ye’ wan’, poppet. Wouldn’t mind it at all.” And he brings his fingers down to the top of his tights, thumb sneaking past the waist band to adjust himself.

“Harry, stop!” Y/N’s laugh echoes through the house and she glares at Harry, but he just winks at her, “but as much as I’d love to, I have to finish packing. Now go!”

With out another word, Harry begins his walk to her room, but not before wiggling his bum her way, earning a giggle.

And Y/N can’t believe that after all this time, Harry still has the power to make her feel weak. Heart thumping, chest tightening, butterflies in her tummy weak.

***

The drive to her parents has been nothing less than a nightmare. Y/N would have counted on a complying Harry, but all he seems to be doing is complaining. At first, the car is too hot and the air is barely “breathable.” Then, after turning on the A/C, in which moment Y/N has to put on a sweater because even though Harry is hot, she is rather chilly, he complains about a headache. And after that it becomes too cold, and not only does Y/N have to take her sweater off for the third time, but now she’s also having to take her top off. And she would’ve appreciated Harry’s comment about how much he loves when she’s not wearing a top any other day, but at that particular moment the compliment’s only made her all the more frustrated.

So now, the drive’s become more of a chore than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t wanna press on Harry’s illness, knowing he’s probably just feeling anxious. But she does think he should maybe tone it down a bit and stop being so melodramatic.

Harry’s really beating himself up though. Doesn’t want Y/N thinking he’s actually trying to avoid meeting her parents. He’s been eager to make the trip ever since he first pitched the idea, and c'mon, if he didn’t wanna meet them he wouldn’t have even brought it up. Y/N was always going on about how she thought it might be too soon. How she didn’t want her parents to over step their boundaries and judge him because he’s Harry Styles and he might not be living the lifestyle they’d want their daughter to surround herself with. But after much convincing, she’d caved, and Harry’s been ecstatic since then.

So yeah, he really doesn’t like upsetting his Y/N, and he’ll prove he’s not backing out from this even if he ends up in the hospital.

After hours of silence, they finally arrive, but Y/N still doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she opens the car door as soon as Harry’s pulled into the driveway and putthe car on park.

She opens the boot and helps out with the duffle bags, leaving Harry to carry the bigger suitcase. And he has to find the strength in him to pull it out of the boot, stumbling back a bit from the force, his eyes blurry and head woozy. But he takes a deep breath and continues to lock the car before catching up behind Y/N, who’s leading the way to her parents’ home.

From the moment he steps foot inside, he feels it. He feels the warmth that a home should have. Pictures decorate the walls, personalising its surroundings. Y/N’s parents meet him with tight hugs and comments of how happy they are to finally meet Harry. Y/N’s mom makes a comment on how handsome he is, and he swears she might have even blushed when Harry smiles at her. Her dad greets him with a ‘son’ and Harry likes the sound of that.

Y/N excuses them after a moment, telling her parents she’s gonna settle them in her old bedroom real quick before having to head down for an early dinner.

Harry trails behind her, luggage in hand. She sets their stuff down on the end of the bed they’ll be sleeping in, shuffling about to unpack the necessities. Harry just watches her body move around the room, clearly still remembering where everything should go. He stands by the door quietly, fiddling with his rings and biting the inside of his cheek because he really just wishes she’d stop being mad at him, wishes she can just look at him at least. And he can feel the worry lines begin to form on his forehead, his lips pulled into a line in thought of how he’s gonna make this up to her. Not that it’s any of his fault, but he just can’t stand to see her upset.

But he continues to stand there, fingers running through his damp hair, eyes drowsy. And it’s not until he yawns that Y/N finally pays him any attention since they left her place.

She walks over to him and brings a hand to cup his cheek. She stands on her toes and brings her lips to his forehead in a light kiss. “Take a nap, babe. I’ll come get you when the food’s done.”

Harry complies easily at that, toes his shoes off and sneaks under the covers.

***

Y/N isn’t sure why Harry’s still asleep. She dragged making dinner as long as she could so he can rest longer, but for some reason Harry’s still upstairs.

“Be right back mum, gonna go get Harry.”

She makes her way to the room, peeking the door open, the room just a bit brightened by what’s left of daylight seeping through the window curtains. It’s odd, when Harry’s asleep there’s usually a wheezing sound, a sound that soothes her ears when they’re laid in bed. But the room is oddly quiet. She sees his body stir a bit, and it’s when he painfully grunts that she walks to stand over him, peeling the covers back just a bit.

“Oh my god, babe,” her heart just about stops at the sight of him. Paler than usual, lips a bright pink against his complexion. “You’re soaked in sweat.”

She removes the cover all the way then, tugging at his arm for him to sit up.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me?” The worry in her voice breaks Harry’s heart, he thinks he really should have taken more medicine.

“Tried t’.” His body is weakly slumped, head hanging because he doesn’t even have enough strength to hold it up.

She’s working to get his drenched shirt up and off, tossing it elsewhere before pulling the covers around his shoulders.

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweets. Crap I’m really really sorry. You did try to tell me.”

“S'fine, kit'en.” He’s rubbing at his eyes tirelessly as Y/N walks away and back, towel in hand. She runs the soft cloth over his face, down to his chest, and wherever else she can reach before bringing it up to his hair. Seeing how week he is, she then helps him put on another shirt.

“It’s not.” She takes her hand to his forehead, and she almost loses it at how hot he feels. And god does she feel awful. Knows she should have believed him, or at least made sure and checked him.

With out a single word, she runs out of the room, and explains to her parents how sick Harry is before running back and taking a seat next to Harry who’s now lying back down, covers tucked under his arm.

He feels her tap at his shoulder to get him to face her, and gulps down the spoonful of medicine she gives him before she tells him her parents have called their doctor over.

“M'sorry for ruinin’ our first day here, lit'el one.”

“Oh no no,” as if she hadn’t felt bad enough, now HE’S the one apologising for being sick, that’s just like Harry to do that.

She wraps an arm under and around Harry’s shoulder, shushing him as she pulls his body closer to hers, her fingers trailing under where his eyes have swollen before tangling in his hair in soothing strokes. She kisses where his eyebrow arches, and Harry can only bury his face in her neck then, pursing his lips to lay a gentle kiss on her neck.

“G'na take care o’ me now?” His glossy green eyes look up at her, the lines on his forehead prominent.

“Until you’re all better, babe.”

Harry hums at that, and even though he’s sick and feeling awful, having Y/N with him, fingers running through his hair, help more than he can ever ever express.

Every Time You Call

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written by: Mel | @caramelkru

prompt: ‘modern day fic where bellarke decide to send nudes to each other even though they’re just friends? ’ for anonymous

word count: 1406


[10.42pm] bellamy?

[10.45pm] Clarke

[10.45pm] ok good. just making sure u’re holding ur phone

[10.46pm] … What??

[10.47pm] Clarke sent an image

[10.49pm] Uh

[10.49pm] That is

[10.50pm] stop typing n backspacing n typing again u can ditch the awkward idk-whats-goin-on spiel i just needed to vent

[10.51pm] With a picture of your boobs?????

[10.51pm] … Those are YOUR boobs, right?

[10.53pm] yes very much mine

[10.54pm] i’m making up for all the unsolicited dick pics out there in the world

[10.54pm] By sending an unsolicited boob pic?

[10.54pm] boob pics are always solicited

[10.55pm] Fair point

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Astray -Part 32-

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He waited on his couch, sitting cross-legged as time slipped past him. You left an odd occurrence since it was an early Sunday morning and you were the time to sleep in.

Of course, he had no say in what you do in the morning but he couldn’t let go of his observant behaviour. He just got back to a place where you could actually look him in the eyes, where there wasn’t another shoulder looming over your shoulder, no banana peeled bastard holding your hand. He snorted at his new nickname for your best friend, knowing you would flick his head for having such a thought but he couldn’t help it. He’s waited far too long for that bastard to get out of his spot, he wasn’t going to waste time this time.

He was going to make you his, no matter what.

His tail popped out of surprise when he hear your front door slam.

Be cool, Jeongguk, she just got home.

His ego wasn’t enough to tame the adrenaline rush he got from knowing you were just footsteps away. Were you lying on the couch with your arm over your eyes and sighing? Did you not bother to kick off your shoes as you entered your living room? Shit. Why can’t I calm down?

He figured the only way to stop his mind from running wild was to talk to you. He looked in front of the mirror that Mira made him install on the closet door, seeing his messy hair and his Iron Man boxers. Not exactly boyfriend material, Jeongguk. He went into his closet, finding clothes that say, “I just woke up but I still look half decent” and readied himself to knock on your door.

With a shaky fist, his hand made contact with your oak door and he waited impatiently. You swing the door open, looking annoyed until you made eye contact.

“Wasn’t expecting me, Bambi?”

“Good morning to you too, Jeongguk.” You let him in, laying down on the sofa and he opted for the chair near it. He eyed your outfit, a white shirt with red stripes, blue jeans and yellow sneakers. Where were you off to?

“What happened to you, Bambi? Usually you’re prancing around.” Prancing around? When the fuck did I become Jin hyung with his lame ass jokes?

“I’m not an actual deer, Jeongguk.”

“You’re just as cute as Bambi.” Jesus fuck, Jeongguk, how the fuck was she interested in you in the first place? God, you can do so much better than this.

“Thanks? I guess…” You sighed, the sound setting off alarms in his head. Maybe he was on edge from losing you once but he’s overthinking everything. It could just be the bakery didn’t have your favourite cake and you’re moping about it. Or you miss home, staying with your mom who supported you for most of your life. He didn’t notice you were staring at him until he turned his head.

“Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah.” Yeah, 40 minutes ago.

“Hm, never seen anyone wake up with perfect hair.”

“I’m not just anyone, Y/N.” God, am I always this cocky? Shit what if she calls me out on it- You giggled at him, making him lose his train of thought and he smiled comfortably.

“I see your confidence hasn’t changed.”

“I’m still your Jeongguk…”

“My Jeongguk?”

“You know, the awesome, handsome, manly guy that you’re head over heels for.”

“Never heard of him? Do you know where that man is, perhaps?” He tossed a pillow at you while you laughed at your own little joke, it wasn’t that funny.

“Haha, very funny.”

“Oh come on, Gukkie.”

“Oh, so now you use my nickname.”

“I thought you hated it.”

“I like the way you say it.”

“Is that so,” you got up, moving closer to him and resting in his lap. He stopped breathing as your lips brushed against his ear.

“Guk~kie~” Fuck. Were you always this much of a tease?

“Oh my, is the great Jeon Jeongguk blushing? I need to document this.” You took out your phone, ready to snap a picture. He had to think fast, the one thing that would distract you. He pressed his lips against yours, catching you off guard with your phone in your hands. You dropped it in your lap, placing a hand in his hair and another on his cheek.

He became drunk on the taste of your lips, the sweet taste of vanilla overrode his sense and he couldn’t pull his lips away for more than a few seconds.

He liked the way you tugged on his hair, your hands carefully not to touch his ears and he almost groaned at the sensation. His lips traveled along your jaw, a trail of sweet kisses trailing down your neck until he found your sweet spot.

“J-Jeongguk.” If he heard you say his name like that again, he doesn’t know if he can keep any self control. Instead he stopped, hearing you whimper and he almost gave in. The lingering thought of you still not fully knowing his hybrid status was still pending in his mind of the list of things he wants to tell you but he decided to check off a different one.

“I love you.”


You were in a relatively better mood than earlier, playing with his hair as he watched TV. His ears twitched against your jeans, himself forever cursed of hearing other people and things. If he had his way in life, he would mute the whole world to listen to just your voice for the rest of his life.

“I went to see Jimin this morning.” What the fuck would you go see him? He’s with my sister, something I still reject but that’s beside the goddamn point. He has nothing to do with you anymore.

“Oh.”

“Are you angry?”

“Did you do it to get me angry?”

“Not necessarily, seeing as he liked me.”

“And he likes Seulgi now. I think they look great together.”

“Jeongguk.”

“Why did you see him? What did you say?”

“I didn’t say much but he had plenty to say.”

“What did that banana peeled bastard-I mean Jimin- say to you?”

“Banana peeled bastard?”

“Would you prefer ‘custard coloured cunt’?” You laughed, making him smile and you rolled your eyes as well.

“I’d prefer if you call him Jimin.”

“He doesn’t deserve that liberty.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re avoiding my question, Bambi.” He looked at you, his mind running every possible things that bastard could have told you. Jimin wouldn’t dare to cheat on his sister, would he? Fuck, even the thought made him want to murder that guy. Considering he flirted with his sister even though he was supposedly with you, he shouldn’t expect more from him but he wouldn’t be able to handle know he would treat his sister that poorly.

He would punch him from cheating on his sister, another for trying to mess with you and a third for just being him. God, the thought of him could make shake with bouts of anger. Fucking-

“Earth to Jeongguk.”

“Yes?”

“You zoned out with a scowl on your face. What’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking about why you haven’t told me.”

“It’s because there wasn’t much said but the unsaid.”

“I love you and all but quit being Shakespeare, I don’t need that read between the line bullshit, babe.”

“Seulgi opened the door when I went over; wearing Jimin’s clothes and she couldn’t even look me in the eyes. I didn’t want to stick around much longer, especially with Taehyung in his Superman boxers.”

“Superman boxers, why were you-”

“I-I wasn’t looking there.”

“Then why are you stuttering about it?”

“I’m not.”

“Trust me, babe. I’m bigger than whatever you saw.” He said with a smirk, seeing your eyes widen at his statement.

“Jeongguk!” You squealed as he pressed a kiss to your ear, receiving a hit to his chest and you turn your face away with your hands on your cheeks.

“Bambi, are you blushing?”

“S-Shut up!” He laughed at how cute you were, nuzzling his head in your neck and you tried to push him off you. You were successful, running into your bedroom and he followed you to the door, which you promptly shut, in his face.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“God, you really haven’t changed. You’re still a pervert.

“I’m not the one staring at some dude’s junk-”

“I wasn’t staring!”

“But you admit you were looking?”

“You’re the most irritating man I ever met in my life.”

“I’d prefer most attractive man you’ve ever met…”

“You’re not Woo Bin, last time I checked.” Woo Bin? She thinks Woo Bin is more attractive than I am?

“Woo Bin? Baby, have you seen me? I’m on a different scale.” He heard you snort, slightly hurting his ego but he wasn’t going to let you notice it.

“If you mean of arrogance, then I totally agree with you.”

“Babe. I’m sweeter, handsomer and overall better than Has-bin.”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Prove. It. Or are you sure your ego is up to the challenge, Gukkie?” He huffed at your mockery. Did you really think that he would let his ego get the better of him? Alright, you think I can’t be sweet, Y/N? I’ll be so sweeter you’ll get into a sugar induced coma? God, I need stop hanging out with Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung, they’re making me soft.

“You’re on, baby.”


He went to his apartment to change, settling on a white shirt, a pair of black jeans and his black sneakers. You skipped into his apartment, sitting on his couch and he joined you.

“We’re matching.”

“We’re going to be that couple?”

“What’s wrong? It’s cute.”

“Whatever floats your goat.”

“Isn’t it boat?”

“I said goat, Bambi.” You put up your hands up in defense and he slipped his fingers into the gaps between your fingers. He would never tell you, since it was quite silly and embarrassing but he loved the way your hands molded together. Your relatively smaller hands fit perfectly with his, reminding how perfect you were for him. He liked the way your palm felt against his, warm and soft and your thumb would rub against the back of his hand whenever you felt nervous or wanted him to calm down. The simple stroke of your thumb could instantly calm him down. He loved the way your hand s would leave the breathtaking scent of lilac and jasmine. The scent of you could take him from edge of madness to stable ground.

All these thoughts were just words that he could never say to you.  He wouldn’t dare to let one slip out of his mouth.

“Goat, it is.” He led you out of his apartment, holding onto your hand tightly as he walked down the street with you.

“You have somewhere in mind?”

“I’ve been meaning to take you but we never really had the chance.”

“Oh, where?”


The market.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“So, you think grocery shopping is a sweet gesture?”

“Bambi, give it a chance, for me?” He kissed your hand, calming you down a bit and you two walked through the market. The first stand he took you to was grilling meat, the smell of beef and pork easily luring him in and the man grill the meat smile fondly at the two of you.   

“Ah, youth! It’s nice to see young people come to places like these. Miss, does your boyfriend here spoil you enough?”

“Oh, he’s-”

“Not enough, sir.”

“Spoil her more often; pretty young girls like her won’t stay for long if you don’t!”

“Yes, sir. Babe, do you want anything?” You looked down shyly, were you taken back by the fact he hadn’t denied that you were boyfriend and girlfriend. You succumbed to shaking your head and he just ordered enough for himself. You barely got past the stand when you took a piece of his meat.

“You said you didn’t want any?”

“I didn’t want you to spoil me.”

“It’s fine, Bambi.”

“Don’t hold back, unless it’s a million won then yes be proceed with caution.” You laughed at his silly joke, looking around the market and going to different stands. You were sifting through a carton of oranges and he grabbed a pair of tomatoes.

“Hey babe.”

“What?”

“I love you from my head tomatoes.” You tossed an apple at him, thankfully it he caught before he had to pay for the potentially smashed apple.

“Apologize*.”

“You laughed.”

“Nope.”

“C’mon~”

“So corny.”

“At least I’m not stalking you.”

“Can I break up with you?”

“Okay, I’m done, I’m done. You can’t leaf me like that, I can’t romaine alone.”

“I’m breaking up with you.”  You bought a bit of produce, Jeongguk following behind you, He slipped his fingers between yours, knowing you were just messing with him.

“Oh, what a pretty girl!”

“Me?”

“Your boyfriend is very handsome as well.”

“He doesn’t mind being called pretty.”

“I-”

“Oh, this jewelry is so cute.”

“You have a keen eye; these are my more precious pieces.” He stood there, watching you gush over pieces the woman was showing you and he smiled as you held up a pair of earrings near your ears.

God, you were so beautiful.

“Gukkie?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s go.”

“There isn’t anything you liked?”

“Not really.” You bit your lip, wanting to tug him along but a vibrant blue scarf drawn you to another stand.

“She really liked these.” They were simple and classic, dangling strings of gold wrapped around a gold frame. The white gems that hung from the golden strings sparkled in the light, easily catching his eyes and he understood why they caught yours. They were beautiful.

“How much are these?” He knew they would be pricey but he was whipped. He would do anything for you. The lady wrapped up nicely and he slipped the little box in his inner jacket pocket, catching up to you searching through racks.

“See something you like?”

“Besides you, no.”

“Come on, Bambi. You’d look great in anything here.”

“Oh, yeah. How about this?” You lifted a shirt that reminded him of that one weird grandmother he has. She was sweet to talk to, sure, she always smelled like a rose garden and had strangely tasty candies in her purse, she wasn’t that-

“Sexy.” You laughed, muttering to yourself ‘yeah, right’ before picking out something. He waited for you to come out, seeing you peek your head out the curtain.

“Come on, Bambi. I want to see you.”

“D-Don’t say it like that.”

“Don’t hide behind the curtains.” He got up, walking over to the curtain and not opening it. There were other people around, usually he would open the curtain without hesitation but he wasn’t about give a show of his girl to everyone in the vicinity.

“I look weird.”

“No, you don’t.”

“How would you know?”

“Bambi, I know.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t.” You opened the curtain, stumbling a little at Jeongguk’s close proximity and he placed his arm around your waist to help you stabilize.

“You’re tantalizing…” You could be wearing a garbage bag and you would put all the other women in the market to shame. He glances at your outfit, it was a peach tiered skirt with a little white too that you tied up.

“J-Jeongguk.” He stepped in the small area, closing the curtain behind him before kissing you again. There was something hypnotic about the way you looked at him, the glimmer in your eyes, the perfect tint in your lips, how a brush of your fingers against his his arm could set his whole body on fire.

He just couldn’t quit.

“Jeongguk, they’re going to notice-”

“We just have to be quiet, Bambi-”

“Is everything ok in there?”

“Yeah, everything is fine!” He teased you, kissing your neck while you tried to communicate with the woman.

“Okay… Would you like me to look at different style for you?”

“It’s okay; I think I’m okay with this one-”

“Just be quick, then. There are other patrons that want to try on the other styles.”

“O-Okay.” You flicked his ear, easily getting him off and he smirked at you.

“I hate you so much.”

“Think you pronounced ‘love’ wrong.”

“That’s cute, Gukkie.” You put your hands on either side of his face and squished his face.

“So damn cute.”

“B-Bambi.”

“You’re so cute.” You pinched his cheeks, stretching them as far as you could with a smile on your face.

“You’re hurting me-”

“So. Freaking. Cute.”


He bought what you were wearing after having a ‘discussion’ (there was no way in hell you were leaving without it, but he kept that to himself) and brought you to the beach. You managed to convince him to buy some ice cream, claiming it would be the perfect thing to end the day with.

You giddily took your cone, happily licking the frozen treat. He took your hand, holding yours and his shoes as you held your ice cream cone in your other hand. He pulled you by the coastline, walking by the calm waves.

“You’re so cute.” He took a swipe of your ice cream, placing it on your nose and you pouted at him.

“Gukkie~”

“I couldn’t resist. Here, you can retaliate.” You happily return the gesture, laughing at the silly face he made while your finger touched his nose.

“That was oddly satisfying.”

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“I’m your weirdo.”  You smiled, looking away from him and he smiled back. There was a comfortable period of silence, you taking your time with your ice cream and him just admiring the sight.

“Did I prove myself?”

“Hmm, you were definitely cheesy, I’ll give you that.”

“I’ll take it.”

“You were sweeter than usual, Jeongguk.”

“Would this give me brownie points?” He pulled out the box, handing it over to you and you opened the box. You covered your mouth, your eyes flickering between the earrings and him.

“Jeongguk…”

“You have great taste, Bambi. They’ll look beautiful on you-” You kissed him, catching him a bit off guard. He held you tightly, you pulling away and gently stroking his fringe.

“You’re the sweetest.”

“Sweeter than Woo Bin?”

“Sweeter than Woo Bin, Jeongguk.”


~Admin Blake

(s)AINT

Another one-shot I wrote for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s second Writing Challenge. I honestly have no idea where I found the courage to actually post this, but there you have it, some priest!Negan smut… With a twist. 

Synopsis: Father Negan, the new priest in town, sparks the interest of Angelica, a girl who used to live there and is back only for the weekend.

Warnings: cursing, blasphemy galore, major priest kink, spanking, sliiiight name calling, unprotected sex.

Word count: 3379

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

The sun was starting to set as Angelica pulled her ash blonde hair up into a tight bun and applied a thin layer of colorless lip gloss over her rosy lips.

She was staying at her aunt’s place for a few days and couldn’t believe her younger cousin Maria had persuaded her to go to church with her. There wasn’t much to do in this small town anyways, so she’d agreed to join her for evening mass, despite the fact that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in the presence of a bible.

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The Truth Behind “You are My Heaven”

A/N: Hello, my lovelies. This is not a fic, it’s actually a personal story. Or more like a word blurt. But I offered to share it and people seemed interested, so here it is. This is what inspired my fic You Are My Heaven. Spoilers below, I guess, if you haven’t read the fic. Also, I am working on an epilogue, but it might take me a few more days. You’re all wonderful. Read this if you’d like, but no hard feelings if you don’t. I will be tagging my permanent list below, though. Hope no one minds. Here we go. 

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Alone, Until I Get Home (1/?)

Summary: In Boston, Henry Swan’s six-year-old brother Ian finds a book titled “Once Upon a Time” hidden beneath the seat in their mom’s old yellow bug. As soon as Henry touches it, he remembers.

Season 3 Canon Divergence-Emma finds out she’s pregnant a few weeks after she and Henry leave Storybrooke with new memories and new lives. Nearly seven years later, another Dark Curse puts her family in danger, and Emma must return to Storybrooke to help them.

Who’s powerful enough to cast the Dark Curse? And how the hell is she going to tell Hook they have a son together?

A/N: You don’t have to have read “I belong to you, you belong to me” to understand and/or enjoy this one, but this is basically a “what if Emma had gotten pregnant with Ian right after Neverland instead of in Camelot” sort of scenario, with a shit ton of other stuff (angst! adventure! fluff! confused pirate dad Killian!) thrown in.

I hope you’re ready for this new adventure because I AM REALLY FUCKING EXCITED!!!!!!!

Thank you to @losttalongthewayy for all your help editing and for listening to all my worries concerning this fic; you’re incredible!!!

Also posted on: AO3

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Disneyland with a side of dessert

Chris Evans X Y/N.

Warnings:Sex, language. Not much else really.

Summary: 

Y/N is in a interview alongside Chris Evans, during so it’s revealed that  she’s never gone to Disneyland and Chris can’t fathom the idea. Being the gentleman that he is, he vows to take you to Disneyland because… everyone should go at least once in their life.  


Y/n  smile as her nerves tempt to get the best of her, James Corden is slowly making his way down the sofa, asking both fan and random questions that he found. Chris Evans was the first to go, answering the obvious questions. “What does he think about the new direction Cap is going? Does he see a real love interest with Agent 13 and Cap? How many dogs does he own? Is he more a dog man or cat man?” 

Y/N watched Chris answer the questions with enthusiasm and nervousness, he smiled too much and struggled to convey what he truly meant sometimes. However as James cards of question dwindled down, she knew it was close to being her turn. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem but she was late for rehearsals and had no clue what she would be asked. 

The English talk show host starts off simple, “where was she born, what was her favorite subject” and as the questions progress they become different in nature, some personal others ridiculous. It’s the second to last question that gets a reaction she didn’t expect. 

“Now, Y/N, is it true that you’ve never been to Disneyland?” Some of the audience members gasp with shock as James finishes his question. 

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anonymous asked:

hi, love your 3x20 meltdown! :) oh and how about their lips never parted with that flip!! but I just stared at the gifs of Felicity walking away in Nanda parbat and him looking destroyed af... so a prompt idea, in the lines of something like them now getting back together and Oliver saying to F. that he watched her walk away two times and he couldnt survive a third... well something like that, I'm sure you'd make it more interesting than me here :)

Last Moment (Olicity, 5x20 spec fic, Explicit)

Thank you, anon! And oh yes it absolutely kills me how their lips never parted. P-e-r-f-e-c-t-i-o-n.

For the sake of this ficlet, let’s pretend there is going to be a parallel between 3x20 and 5x20 (*crosses fingers*) and instead of Nanda Parbat, it’s Russia. This includes Oliver/Susan of Season 5 paralleling Felicity/Ray of Season 3 (they break up). 

This is the morning after. (Slight Angst Warning)

Please see the end for my additional Olicity thoughts in Season 5 re: this ficlet.

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Oliver watched her.

Her movements were mechanical… no, they were methodical, each move planned with a deliberateness that he recognized all too well. There was nothing playful or bashful, nothing that spoke to what had just happened. Not that he expected it. Some part of him had known this was coming when he knocked on her door last night, when he saw the tiny crack in her facade, when he touched her cheek and she leaned into him, sighing with a heaviness he felt in his soul. He did the same thing when facing a moment that might be his last - compartmentalize, just to get through the next minute, and the next, and the next.

She had to, for what she was walking into.

Acid burned in his chest, but he forced himself to stay quiet, wanting to just watch her for a little bit longer. He didn’t say anything as she pulled her pants on, buttoning them. Her bra was next, followed by her shirt and then her jacket.

She was leaving, like he knew would happen. And he knew he had to let her, but god, he didn’t want to.

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Dishwasher Safe - Three

Totally should have given this a sexier name…

“If you wanted to borrow a butt plug you only had to ask, Spencer.”

The look on his face was priceless and you wished you’d had your camera out to record both that, and his fumble as he turned and tossed the butt plug onto the bed.

“I think that one’s probably too large for you anyway, Reid. There’s a smaller one in there, for beginners. And plenty of lube. Just give it a good clean before hand. Who would have thunk it eh? But then again, it is always the quiet ones…. ”

“I wasn’t…. I didn’t…. I’m not…. ”

“Please do try to come up with a plausible excuse as to why you’re going through my drawer of goodies. I’d just love to hear it,” you leaned against your door frame, trying not to smirk like a cheshire cat.

“I was…. I’m not…. Oh God I should just leave,” he spun on the spot and suddenly ploughed forward towards the doorway. You put your hand out in a stop motion.

“Nope. Gonna need an explanation Spencer.”

He cheeks were flushed red and his eyes were wide and darting all over the place like he’d rather look anywhere else in the room than at you.

“I was… I’m…. ”

“Curious?” you decided to throw him a bone. His face suddenly seemed to relax as if that the perfect explanation he’d been looking for. He nodded.

“Fair enough. Why were curious though?”

You saw him hesitate again, his mouth opening and closing a few times like a fish.

“Spencer, just ask. We’re both adults here.”

“Doyoureallyuseallthosethings?” he blurted out.

“Well they’re hardly just for show.”

“By yourself?” he gulped and you laughed.

“No. It’s not exactly safe to handcuff yourself to a bed whilst wearing a plug unless you have a partner that you know is coming home,” you bit your lip, trying to not to laugh.

He goldfished again for a moment. “I should leave…. I’ll just, I’ll check into a hotel.”

“No. Sit your butt down on the bed Reid.”

He didn’t move so you crossed the room and stood in the front of him, placing your hand on his chest and pushing firmly but gently. “Sit your butt down on the bed.”

He sat.

“Does it bother you knowing that I have all these things?”

He shook his head slightly and shifted uncomfortably.

“So what then?”

Spencer decided to twist the truth oh slightly. Because it did bother him but not in a bad way. Well, he guessed it depended on how you looked it. “I just…. Given your age and that you’re a single female, statistics would state that it would be expected for you to have a sex toy of some sort…”

Good old Spencer, reverting to statistics when he was nervous.

“I just didn’t expect you to have so many.”

“You mean you didn’t expect to discover that I’m a kinky little freak?”

“No! Wait… Yes?” he scrunched his nose up and frowned.

“Well it’s not really something I go shouting about to be honest. There’s some things your colleagues just don’t need to know.”

He wanted to ask so many questions suddenly. So many inappropriate questions.

“I’m your colleague though, and I know.”

This was true and there were reasons you weren’t freaking out about that fact. But you weren’t getting in to them just yet. “You do. But I hardly think you’re going run into work on Monday and start discussing my toy and outfit collection with the rest of the BAU.”

“Outfits?!?” he squeaked.

“Oh yeah. Top drawer is toys, second drawer is mainly restraints and gear, third drawer is stuff for role play.”

You could see that his poor little mind was being blown. Not because any of this was stuff that he didn’t know about. Given how fast he read and some of the stuff he said on cases, you knew he had knowledge of certain kinks. He just wasn’t expecting to ever associate them with you.

“Y/N, I should just… I’m gonna…. This is weird. I’m sorry for not respecting your privacy…. I’m just going to go.”

“Why is it weird Spencer? We all have our little kinks, our little fantasies. Some people just actually go through with them and act them out. That’s not weird. Tell me that you didn’t see anything in that drawer that made you wonder…. ”

“I’m sorry, I… I can’t.” With that, he jumped up from the bed and scurried out of the room, the apartment door slamming a few seconds later.

You sighed. That was a shame, you thought to yourself. But then again, he’d gone from seeing one dildo to a whole drawer of treasures. And from having the knowledge that you weren’t just the sort of girl to use toys but that you were the sort of girl who liked to role play, liked to act things out. That was a lot.

He wouldn’t say anything to the others, you knew that much. Spencer wasn’t like that, which was why you got on with him so well. You trusted him. And recently, since the dishwasher incident you’d started to wonder whether there might be something else there too. Being the profiler that you were it was easy to pick up on the slight changes in his behaviour to you over the past few days. The looks, the flushes on his cheeks. When you’d called him earlier, you hadn’t been running late. And your drawer had purposely been left ajar. You just wanted to see. See whether what you suspected was true. Because if it was, then he might ask well find about THAT side of you now, so that he could run the mile so many other guys did when they found out.

But he HAD ran. So…

Spencer spent the new few hours walking around the city, slipping in and out of bookshops and cafes, his mind in overdrive. Should he leave, move into a hotel for the next few months? Should he just go back and pretend that nothing has happened?

Because, what had happened really? He’d discovered a side of Y/N that he didn’t expect. And realised whilst the initial discovery had been a shock, now it just added a number of new images to his brain. When she’d stood in front of him and pushed him down onto the bed he’d had to suddenly think of crime scenes, dead bodies, anything to stop himself getting turned on. Cos that’s what had started to happen. The change in her voice had been slight but the command was there and her touch had been firm. He could only imagine what it would be like if….. Well, if they’d been doing something else.

Her attitude towards him not respecting her privacy had been a surprise to him as well now he thought about it. It was like she’d been expecting him to go through her things although that couldn’t be right at all. But she’d been so open with him, not angry at all. She trusted him, she’d said.

After nearly four hours out of the apartment he decided to return. It was getting late and cold. He’d just apologise to her and leave it at that. He didn’t want to make things weird and his little, well whatever it was, would go away. When he returned she was sprawled on the couch watching a movie, dressed in her pajamas. Seeing him enter she glanced over and paused the film.

“Hey.”

“Erm hi. Listen, Y/N. I’m super sorry about earlier. I disrespected your privacy and I don’t even really know why. I seem to have turned into some pervy little teenager who let curiosity get the better of him just because he saw a sex toy,” he laughed, trying to make the situation light hearted. “It won’t happened again, and I’m sorry if it seemed like I freaked out as well. I was just surprised that’s all. And I really shouldn’t have been. It’s all completely normal and perfectly healthy and….” he realised he was over killing his apology when her lips started to twitch up.

“Anyway. I’m sorry. I’d really appreciate it if we could just forget about the whole thing?”

She hesitated slightly, her eyes watching him carefully.

“Sure, if that’s what you want.”

“Thank you. I’ll leave you to your movie then. Good night,” he started to walk away but she called out his name, stopping him.

“Spencer. Before you go I just have one question. When you found all those things and realised what they implied, you were shocked. That much was obvious. But was it disgust or were you intrigued?”

Spencer thought carefully about his answer. On one hand it would be easier to say disgust and just explain it that none of the that was his sort of thing. But the truth was, he didn’t know if it WAS his sort of thing or not.

“Intrigued.”

Y/N nodded, her face clear and not giving any reaction. She turned back to her movie and unpaused it. “Night Spencer.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

He couldn’t sleep. He’d been lying there for a few hours, hearing Y/N enter her bedroom around thirty minutes ago. His brain wouldn’t shut off again and he was fidgety and restless. Maybe he’d just go back to the living room, grab a beer or something and watch some TV. Try to distract himself. Yes, that’s what he’d do.

He climbed out of bed and exited the guest room he’d been staying in, trying not to make any noise as he walked passed Y/N’s room. Her door was slightly ajar and he didn’t want to wake her.

Turns out he didn’t have to worry about that. As soon as he passed her doorway he heard her. Moaning and gasping.

Oh good lord. Go back to your room Spencer or continue to the living room.

Except, he couldn’t move. The sounds he was hearing were delicious and he couldn’t stop his brain starting to form images of her lying on her bed, fucking herself. What was she using he wondered? Just her fingers, or one of the many toys she had. His dick grew hard and as she whimpered again he knew that he wasn’t going to walk any further. At least not until the noises stopped. He leaned against the wall, his hand rubbing over himself as he listened to her gasps, her breaths catching in her throat. He closed his eyes and just decided to go with it, trying not to think of what a pervert he was being right now. Slipping his hand into his pajama pants Spencer took hold of his cock, sliding his hand up and down it as Y/N’s moans filled his ears, his head lolling back and hitting the wall softly. He paused, hoping she hadn’t heard that and when her groans continued so did he.

He became so engrossed in the act of getting himself off that he didn’t notice the sound of her bed creaking, or that her gasps had become further apart.

He didn’t notice her door open all the way either until she spoke to him.

“So are you just going to stand outside all night or are you actually going to come in?”

What’s Bred in the Bone: Part III

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Jaal x Sara Ryder

A 600 year nap and a 2.5 million light-year journey to find out the answer: are humans and angara genetically compatible?

Rated M for strong language, some sexuality and violence. Alien-human pregnancy fic.

Spoilers for Jaal’s romance and loyalty mission, and end of game.

Part III of ??? - Part I - Part II - Part IV

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Fingernails

by reddit user cyfarwyddyd

I grew up in a small town, the kind where there were no strangers and no secrets.

I don’t think I realized then that I had never felt true fear; nothing exciting happened when your town’s population was barely breaking four-digits. The whole place was centered along a mile long strip of road, which housed all of our convenience stores and a few restaurants.

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The Family Dinner

Jughead x Reader

Summary: In which Jughead doesn’t want to go the reader’s annual family dinner.

Word Count: 1,928

Sighing, for the thousandth time, you waved your arms in front of your boyfriend’s face. “Look, I’m just asking for one family dinner. One! God forbid. It’s not like I’m marrying you into the family.” You said, snark radiating from your voice.

You watched as his facial expression changed from distracted to disgusted. Hearing the word ‘marriage’, he looked up at you and shook his head. “Gross, Y/N, you know how I feel about that word.”

Rolling your eyes, you sighed once more. “Wow, show a little more repulsion why don’t you? I don’t think you looked sickened enough at the thought of marrying me. Maybe if you bring your nose up a little more.” You told him and proceeded to reach over to his face and push up his nose.

“What are you- God stop. I’m sorry.” He said, finally giving in and acknowledging you. After he finished speaking, however, his attention diverted back to his laptop. Annoyed at the sound of his fingers rapidly hitting the keys, and him ignoring you, you promptly took his hand and then shut the laptop.

“This is ridiculous.” He said, falling back into the booth at Pop’s and sighing.

“No, it isn’t. Jughead why do you have to be so difficult about everything?” You snapped and looked at him expectantly.

“I’m not difficult about everything. Your family is literally crazy, and they don’t like me very much. Why would I be happy about going over there?” Jughead asked, like it was obvious why he didn’t like to be around your family.

This made you laugh and shake your head. “You say that like I like them. Like I don’t know they are crazy. I want you to be there because yes, I’m selfish, and I don’t want to have to go through the annual Y/L/N dinner alone. Okay? Juggie I need you.”

The idea of someone needing Jughead always made him feel special, and you knew this. Unfortunately, he also knew that you knew this.

“You don’t, actually. You’ve handled those by yourself for how many years? Right, let me count.” Jughead began to count on his fingers to emphasize his point, but you stopped him by grabbing his hands and holding them on the table.

“Okay fine, you’re right. But I want you there. More than anything. I love you and I know that you hate the conventional family, couple stuff but I hate these dinners and this one might at least be a little more bearable with you there. You don’t have to go if it’s that revolting but I know that there will be a lot of good food. So much food actually.” You told him, knowing that food would tempt him, if nothing else.

Cracking a smile, Jughead leaned forward. “Fine. I’ll go. But don’t think that this is going to be a regular thing. I’m not going next year.”

Nodding ferociously at Jughead to accept the compromise, you smiled to yourself at the idea that Jughead knew that you would be together in a year. Granted, you had already been together for two, but his hatred of marriage made you question where he saw the relationship going.

“Thank you so much. And it won’t be too bad. I mean, we could always sneak off and-” Jughead cut you off mid sentence.

“And risk any member of your family finding us together and hating me even more? Yeah, no thank you.” Jughead scoffed at your proposal and started packing his laptop into his backpack.

“Jesus, I’m not saying that we would get blackout drunk or have hot and heavy sex. I’m just telling you that if you, or I, get too overwhelmed, we could go up to my bedroom and chill out for a bit. Maybe kiss a little but-” You are cut off once again by Jughead, who had made himself comfortable, sitting on the table at Pop’s.

“You don’t get it, Y/N. They already think I’m some low life who’s using you for sex. Your father legitimately cornered me one day and told me that he wasn’t going to let you ‘be one of my conquests’. They genuinely think that I’m trailer trash.”

When you started laughing, Jughead just squinted his eyes at you in annoyance.

“Sorry” You started “It’s just that we have like, little to no sex life, so it’s really funny to think of my dad thinking that you’ve managed to get enough girls for me to be considered another conquest.”

“Gee thanks. I’d love to stay but my self esteem and overall mood is really plummeting so it’s probably best that I go.” Jughead said, hopping off of the table and swinging his backpack over one shoulder. As he started to walk past you, you jumped up and grabbed his hand.

“Jughead wait.” You pleaded, suddenly realizing how irritated and upset Jughead had become.

Jughead turned to look at you, his demeanor still radiating displeasure. He raised an eyebrow, as if to ask you what else you could possibly want. Frowning at him, you used his hand to pull his body closer to yours.

“I’m sorry for being so pushy and mean. I’m really stressed about the dinner and you are the only person that can calm me down.” You said, playing with the cuff of his coat. Jughead had only really been mad at you a few other times and it always made you especially anxious.

Exhaling, he brought his hand to your hair, and brushed it out of your face before leaning over and kissing the top of your head. “I know how much you hate these, and that’s why I am agreeing to go. But you don’t know what it’s like to have everyone always look at you like you are worthless, like you’re just filling up space in their precious world until you die or get thrown in jail or something along those lines.”

Pushing yourself away from comfort of his chest, you looked up at him with sadness. “Juggie, you know that I don’t think of you like that, right? That I haven’t ever thought of you like that.”

Giving you a half hearted smile, he traced his fingers along your palm and nodded. “That’s because you are the most compassionate, non judgemental, and loving person I know. You never look at anyone like that.”

His words melted your heart, and you couldn’t understand how anyone could view Jughead in a negative light. “But I don’t fall in love with just anyone either. I love you because of who you are, not just because I am a nice person. Trust me, if I was just being nice, I wouldn’t have listened to you talk about In Cold Blood and whether or not Truman Capote was in love with one of the killers the dozens of times that I did.”

Squinting his eyes once more, he looked shocked. “I thought you were interested in my analysis! That is a time honored book. I don’t think it’s a crime for me to talk about it.”

“Jughead, I was interested, the first time, maybe even the second time, but by the third time I was really starting to contemplate whether you were in love with one of them too. Anyway, that isn’t the point.” Noticing just how far off topic you had gotten, you shook your head at your boyfriend. “Look, I understand why you don’t want to be around judgemental people. But you handle people like them everyday. I don’t understand why this is any different.”

“Y/N, this isn’t just anyone. This is your family. What do you think is going to happen to us, long term, if they don’t like me?” Jughead sat back on top of the diner table as you stood in front of him, hands intertwined with his.

“L-long term?” You asked, daring to question what exactly constituted long term in his mind.

“Yeah, like 5, 10 years down the road. I want to be able to have a life with you, without your family thinking that I’ve tarnished their precious daughter. I don’t want our kids to grow up, with their grandparents looking at them like they’re one half of a whole. I don’t want you to regret choosing me over some jock that they would approve of because it would’ve been easier.” Jughead looked so concerned, so distressed of the thought of your future, your children’s future. He wasn’t a romantic, and up until this point, you’ve never heard him even mention your future. You both had taken your entire relationship day by day, and honestly, you’d never felt like you look at anything beyond that.

“But you hate marriage. Anytime I bring the future up, you tell me to focus on right now and you’ve always said that you don’t like kids. I don’t get it.” You took deep breaths, both in confusion and fear that everything that you had just heard him say about your future together was a dream.

“I hate the idea of marriage. It’s just a product of what I saw when I was growing up. I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to be with you forever, because I do, and if marriage is what it would take to prove that to you, then I would marry you in an instant. And of course I think about our future, but I’m scared. I’m scared that talking about it will make it disappear. Or that we will get too caught up in what the future could be like that we fall out of love in the present.” Jughead stopped for a minute, bringing his hands around your neck and brushing his thumb along your collarbone. “As for kids, I don’t like kids. But our kid wouldn’t just be any kid, it would be a someone with your heart running around, a mini you. You’re the best person in my life and I don’t think anything could be better than having two of you.”

You didn’t even bother to hide how big your smile was. Jughead’s words sent you over the moon and cemented your relationship as a permanent fixture in your life.

“Is Jughead Jones talking about marriage? Kids even? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” You joked.

Lightly pushing against your chest he smiled and shook his head. “Shut up, okay, or I won’t bring it up again.”

Laughing you took your hands and squished his cheeks together. “Aw, is someone embarrassed?” You watched as his face turned red and he detached your hands from his face.

“No but seriously, I will never regret a moment with you. Screw my family. They have horrible taste anyway. I mean have you seen the throw rug that my mom and grandma picked out for the living room? Honestly I would be kind of concerned if they did like you.” You told him.

“That is one godawful rug.” Jughead said, smirking at you.

Pulling his arm to get him to stand up again, you wrapped your arms around him and listened to the sounds of his breathing. “Thank you for being the absolute best person I have ever met.” You tilted your head up and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I love you.” You said, looking up at at his eyes that were framed with dark thick eyelashes.

“I love you too.” He responded. Grabbing your hand, he walked you home, saying goodbye for the last time you would see each other until the family dinner the next day.

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{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

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The Bin, the creep, and the dryer

A/N: 3.1K of Sin Bin logistics, guys being dudes, and dudes being gross. I couldn’t stop laughing writing parts of this. It’s ridiculous. I’m sorry.


“Dex. Dex.”

Dex cracked an eye open. He’d been asleep on the green monstrosity, post-kegster. The light coming through the window was thin and gray, and he could hear Bitty in the kitchen, humming softly as he washed dishes. Ransom and Holster were not yet acting as cleanup crew, so they were presumably still asleep. Nursey was across the room, curled in an armchair. They’d rock-paper-scissored for the couch. The victor had surprised no one.

Standing over Dex was Chowder, his brows pinched and his hands fidgeting at his sides. “Dex,” he whispered fiercely.

“Huh?” Dex asked, tucking a yawn into his elbow.

“Dex, the dryer’s broken again.”

Dex sighed and sat up. He ran a hand over his face, wiping sleep away. “Sorry, Chow. It’s the best I can do.”

“It’s making… noises.”

“Yeah. It’ll work as long as you don’t put too much in it.”

“Dex, it sounds like it’s going to catch fire.”

“I know. We’re only $700 away from a new one. $400, probably, after last night.” After much debate, it had been the first kegster where they’d charged an entrance fee.

“This is the third day I’ve worn this pair of boxers.”

Yeah, they really needed that cash.

Dex blinked slowly, shook his head, breathed through his nose. “Ok. First, gross. Second, I – gross. Third, the washer still works. Hang up your laundry. I have a drying rack in my dorm. I don’t really need it, so I’ll bring it over.”

Chowder looked about to cry. “Thank you, Dex.” He grabbed the back of Dex’s head and rushed forward to kiss both his cheeks. By the time Dex could protest, he was already bounding up the stairs, hopefully to get his dirty laundry and fucking wash it. Dex personally hoped the others followed his example. There’d been a certain ambiance around the haus the past week.

Dex would bring over the drying rack, but a single drying rack could not handle the laundry of a haus full of hockey players. It would be a temporary solution, a bandaid over a bullet wound. He’d have to find a way to get the money soon.

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