look amber i did a thing!

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“f-fuck off”

the personality for these is really fun to come up with, but actually drawing out the concept is always so difficult ^^;;

here’s what i have in mind for their personality:

  • stoic on the outside
  • A N x ie T yy on the inside
  • obsessed with outerspace & conspiracies (they’re out there)
  • glow in the dark stars
  • INHALES ANY WARM BEVERAGE (tea and coffee and apple cider)
  • L A Y E R S
  • body temp is v inconsistent
  • says mean things on accident
  • only has one snakebite bc they’re too scared to get the other one
  • is a huge mess, but obsessed with cleaning???
  • their floor is covered in clean laundry
  • weakness for small animals (birds&guinea pigs)
  • will flip u off while stuttering
  • s k i n n yy
  • super dark under eye circles
  • chews on hat strings
  • c-can’t tie my shoes, but i can f-fuck your bitch
  • meditates (loves peace and quiet)
  • can and will kick ur ass

> [ K2 Fusion ] <

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Liam Dunbar x Reader x Theo Raeken


~ Part 1

Warnings: Mature content, sexual content, hints of smut, nsfw.

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“Where is she?” Theo fumed as he ran after Scott. He was on his way towards the cafeteria, in hopes of getting rid of Theo since he’s been asking about your presence at least three times just this morning.

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Saudade

pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi
genre: angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au)
word count: 3.327
warnings: none
author’s note: Hellooo, Toombler! This is the first instaallment of the Saudade series (Whoot Whoot) I’m warning you guys now, i have no plot, idk where i’m going with this. Let me know if you guys want another part to this! xxx

Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

[Masterlist]

Saudade;                                                                                                           ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost


The sky was a painting tonight.

You marveled at the beautiful twilight hues. Shades of violet bled into the indigo sky, creating bridges of colours you could only describe with the paintbrush in your hand, and the canvas in front of you. You mixed and created shades of pink, purple and blue you could not name. You paid no attention to that, art did not need a language; it was the expression of what words fail to communicate.

Art is an entity of its own.

Like you.

Many described you as wild – you were as wild as the winds that blew the curled red leaf in the air.

You watched the sun in front of you dip below the horizon like a candle being extinguished. You dipped your own brush into the paint and brushed it across the canvas, now adding the finishing strokes of cerise and amber.

You gave your painting a final look before setting down your paintbrush.

You huffed. In front of you was no match to what you saw a few minutes ago. You could never paint the splashes of colours you formed in the sky. The true and raw beauty of the sunset could never be captured. That is by you – a self-proclaimed artist.

It was rumoured that everyone has a different sky that is shared with their soulmate – except all celestial objects stay in the same position for everybody, so weather is not affected. Everyone has the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see.

You shivered from the chilly winds as they ran across your skin. It was exhilarating as it was terrifying. You were currently situated at the rooftop of your art institution. Every evening, you came here and tried to create a somewhat decent painting of the evening sky. And every evening, you failed.

You mastered the skill of painting fruit baskets and fields of flowers. You could recreate the face of a person you had met for the first time with deadly precision. So why could you not paint something as simple as the sunset? Children could paint it. Hell, Kindergarteners could finger-paint the sunset, yet you couldn’t. Why?

Walking to the edge, you gripped the thin metal railing. It always amazed you at how fast the night changes. Now, as you looked at the early night sky, all traces of the colours had bled into one – a magnificent shade of midnight blue. The cold winds of nightfall pierced the thin layer of your shirt. You wrapped your hands around your body as you attempted to warm yourself. In vain, you rubbed your hands up and down each other until you felt a hint of warmth spread across your body.

The night held so many mysteries.

You turned around to wipe off the wet paint on your palette and you put it, along with your brush, into your bag. Slinging the back on your shoulder, you picked up your easel and walked to the room across from you. The room was small and mainly used for storage. Sometimes, you would find couples inside it. Those encounters never ended well.

You made a silent prayer in your head as you turned the brass door knob to the room. To your surprise, the light was already on. You could’ve sworn that you turned them off when you came to get the equipment. Hesitantly stepping inside, you put down the easel at the back of the room.

Whoosh, the door closed. The sound made you jump and you heard a deep chuckle come from beside you.

You let out a shriek as you made eye contact with none other than Jeon Jungkook.

“Jungkook!” you shoved the boy in front of you, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh Y/N! Y-you s-should’ve seen y-your face,” Jungkook tried to imitate your reaction before he doubled over with laughter once again. “Oh man, y-you looked s-so terrified,” he spluttered.

You felt a smile of your own forming before you crossed your arms together and bit your lip. You tried your best to stay mad at him. You never could, but you tried. Every time.

Jungkook’s  amber orbs blazed with the golden light of a summer evening. His eyes reminded you of a sunset – no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t manage to look away.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and shifted your gaze from his face to the ground.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Did I go too far? Do you want to hit me? You can hit me, just don’t hit my face. It’s the only thing I have going for me,” he offered you a comforting smile.

His smile alone was enough to make you feel better.

You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak, “Jungkook, just… don’t scare me like that ever again.”

He nodded and moved across the room. You thought he was going to leave until he walked back to you with a brown bag in his hands. Instantly, the smell of Tteokbokki hit your nostrils and you felt your mouth water a little. You hadn’t eaten since lunch. You reached out to take the bag when it was pulled away from your grasp.

Nuh uh,”Jungkook waggled his finger at you, “first, you have to show me your painting. You never show me your paintings of the sunset.”

“Um, no. There’s a reason why and that’s because they’re all trash. Absolute trash.”

“You’re being way too critical of yourself. Your paintings are never short of amazing.”

“But you haven’t seen these ones, that’s why you’re saying this.”

“Then show me,” Jungkook said.

You took a hold of both of his hands and looked up at him pleadingly

“Jungkook… please don’t make me.”

He huffed and looked away. You wondered what he was thinking about.

You heard the rustle of the paper bag as he handed it to you. “Thank you, kookie. I owe you one,” you said as you took a bite of the soft rice cake.

“Don’t thank me, I know you hadn’t had dinner so I brought you some food. It’s what friends are for,” he shrugged his shoulders as he reached for a rice cake.

You momentarily stopped chewing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop in disappointment every time you heard that word.

Friend

The two of you walked out of the room and sat on the cold, concrete floor.

The night sky was a sharp contrast to the once melodic array of warm colours – it was now black as ink, the only light illuminating from the stars.

“Hey, Jungkook.“

“Yeah?”

“Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade?”

“The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice.”

You grinned and gave him a rice cake. “It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.”

You couldn’t see his face but you could tell that he was smiling.

“Hey, Y/N”

“Yeah?”

“I-I think that I’m going to tell Hyojin that I love her,” he had mentioned out of the blue.

Your chest tightened, the same way it did when Jungkook first told you about his crush on your sister. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water. You sat still, vision blurring, and in that moment, you heard your heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.

“Y/N, are you okay? You look like you’re –“

“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on the rice cake when I tried to talk at the same time,” you lied, clutching the brown paper bag resting in your lap.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”

“You should do what you feel is right.”

You couldn’t make out Jungkook’s face. You only saw the highlighted parts of his face as the moonlight shone down upon him.

“What do you think is right?”

“It doesn’t matt—“

What do you think is right?”

You sighed, “you really love her, don’t you?”

“With all my heart.“

“Maybe”, you said gently, “you’re trying too hard to hear it. Don’t say it yet.”

Jungkook’s face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. You saw his body go rigid, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were slightly widened at your statement. Slowly, the shock wore off of his face and was replaced with a gaze that felt like an act of violence – a glare to stop your heart. You heard him as he scoffed, “…unbelievable.”

You felt your temper rise at Jungkook’s audacity to scoff at you, “what? You asked for my opinion and so I gave you my opinion. Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Jungkook laughed heartlessly, looking down at you as if you were a complete stranger. “I’m going to tell her,” he said with an air of finality and a tinge of annoyance directed towards you.

Instead of lowering your head you lifted it, a stony glare carved into your dark eyes. Anger blurred your sight but you tightened your jaw and glared at him, “and what am I supposed to do? Sit by while you date other girls and fall in love with someone else and get married?” Your voice tightened, “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching.”

Jungkook turned, but too slowly to be normal. When he spook his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy, “Y/N, p-please, stop. Y-you’re just…jealous, just admit it,” you heard the slight hesitance in his words. “You know what, I’ll help you find someo—”

“Yes! I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with her, of every concerned expression you send her way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip her to pieces and purge her from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.” before you could register what was happening, your brain made a decision of its own.

“Y/N, please don’t—“

Words flew from your mouth that you never thought you’d even think, let alone say out loud. You knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they’d hit their mark. In that instant, your relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.

“I love you,” you blurted out. “I-I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”

Jungkook shot up, his tall stature looming over your own. You stood up beside him, with your arms crossed and your eyes locked on him. It takes him a while to realize that you weren’t joking. You got up on your feet, standing a few inches away from him. "J-Jungkook?” you placed your hand on his arm in an effort to comfort him. Jungkook shoved your hand away.

“Don’t touch me.” Just a few words, but they brought tears to your eyes. You never thought this was how it would feel to have your heart broken.

“Jungkook, please. Don’t do this.” You pleaded him as you covered your face with your hands and wiping away your tears.

Oh no! I’m not doing anything here. I told you not to say it and yet you still said it.” Jungkook was now shouting at you.

“I’m sorry,” you sounded like you were choking on your tears. You never could keep your emotions under control; you couldn’t fight away the tears. You stepped forward, trying to reach out to him. Jungkook put his hands in front of him, halting you from taking another step.

“I said don’t touch me,” Jungkook’s voice cracked. Under the moonlight, you could see that his cheeks reflected your own tear-stained ones.

You didn’t try to get closer to him again. You sat down and tucked your knees to your chest, putting your elbows on your knees, and covered your face with your hands, then started to breathe slowly.

Silence gnawed at your insides. It hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. You needed to fill the void with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid your conversation had become – it clung to you two like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them.

You couldn’t stand the deafening silence anymore. “Jungkook,” you whispered, not daring to look at the face in front of you. “I-I love you and I can’t stop loving you. You overtake my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time you steal a part of me, you make it impossible for me to put myself together. I know you can never love me and yet I always delude myself in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn to love me back. Why is that? Perhaps I hope that you return what you’ve stolen. You never do. You smile, and it’s intoxicating. Your fingers brush through my hair, and it’s addicting. You laugh, and it’s contagious. You and your flirtatious self. But I know, and you know that you could never — would never return the love I shared with you.”

“You love Hyojin,“ you continued for him. "I know. Y-you’re in love with…her,” the bitter taste of those words lingered on your tongue.

Your eyes met his warm brown ones. “Yes,” he whispered, his lower lip trembling. “It’s her. It’s always been her.”

Jungkook’s words fell out of his mouth like vapour but landed in your guts as shrapnel. You felt your insides tear, and the blood drain from your face. You would have laughed but he was dead serious. His eyes were cold like you’d never seen and his features immobile. He handed back the painting you gave him just yesterday and you let it fall as soon as its weight had hit your palm. There was the mute sound of paper on cement but neither of you moved to pick it up. You were trying to understand the words he told you but you couldn’t. Then he turned to go, shoulders sunken and his hands in his pockets. Before you knew what you were doing you were standing in his way and locked eyes, the perfect distance for a kiss, but he shook his head. You could see your pain mirrored in his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry that I love you, Jungkook,” you said through your tears.

“Y/N, please. Let me go.”

“I can’t – not like this. Let’s talk about this. Please.”

There isn’t anything to talk about.”

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on some invisible specter behind you. His heavy eyelids took a fraction too slow to blink, his irises too stationary. It was as if his brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute. You moved into his line of sight, touching his cheek with the side of your thumb, your lips forming a pensive grin. Jungkook’s head tilted upward to your face, his eyes sliding into focus. Your voice came out in a breathy whisper, “can I just have one kiss?”

Jungkook made no motion to move and so, you leaned in. all of your senses were screaming at you to pull back, to step away from Jungkook – your sister’s boyfriend. And yet, you couldn’t. You knew he didn’t love him back, but you couldn’t resist. You leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, you couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through you. His very smell was flooding his senses now.

“No!” he seemed to snap out from whatever trance he was previously in. “No, I thought you were my friend,” Jungkook yelled. He pulled himself away from you as if he touched a hot coal. Jungkook turned around and made a mad dash towards the exit.

“Wait! Jungkook,” you called after him. “Please,” you closed your eyes, pleading.

He didn’t.

Post-Breakup Playlist

Aries: Skinny Love ∞ Bon Iver // And now all your love is wasted, then who the hell was I?  'Cause now I’m breaking at the britches, and at the end of all your lines

Taurus: Habits ∞ Tove Lo // Spend my days locked in a haze, trying to forget you babe, I fall back down.  Gotta stay high all my life, to forget I’m missing you

Gemini: Stone Cold ∞ Demi Lovato // Stone cold, Stone cold, I was your amber, but now she’s your shade of gold

Cancer: Don’t You Remember ∞ Adele // But don’t you remember?  Don’t you remember?  The reason you loved me before

Leo: Stay ∞ Rihanna // Funny you’re the broken one but I’m the only one who needed saving. ‘Cause when you never see the light, it’s hard to know which one of us is caving

Virgo: Who Knew ∞ P!nk // They knew better, still you said forever, and ever
who knew

Libra: Tin Man ∞ Miranda // Everytime you’re feeling empty, better thank your lucky stars.  If you ever felt one breaking, you’d never want a heart

Scorpio: When i Was Your Man ∞ Bruno Mars // Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize, that I should’ve bought you flowers, and held your hand. Should’ve gave you all my hours, when I had the chance

Sagittarius: Back To Black ∞ Amy Winehouse // He left no time to regret, kept his dick wet, with his same old safe bet. Me and my head high, and my tears dry, get on without my guy

Capricorn: Stars ∞ Grace Potter And The Nocturnals // And now I’m all alone in the dark of night, and the moon is shining, but I can’t see the light. And I can’t look at the stars

Aquarius: Colorblind ∞ Amber Riley // Did you know that you stole the only thing I needed. Only black and white in my eyes, I’m colorblind

Pisces: Back to December ∞ Taylor Swift // It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you, Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine

My Candy Love - Episode 34 Guide

Notes:

-      Negative result for LOM
/      Neutral result for LOM
+     Positive result for LOM

/ or + Means my Love’O’Meter is at 100 so the result is either neutral or positive

If an answer does not have -, /, or + beside it, it means I don’t know the result

LOM: Love’O’Meter; Low LOM is around 75 points or lower. High LOM is 75 and over.

Action Points: 400-600 Action Points depending on how lucky you are on finding people within the episode.

Illustrations: There are 5 Illustrations in total. One Illustration with each boy. Illustration is based on outfit choice and one dialogue choice. Four episode replays are needed to get all Illustrations.

Auntie: Found during the objectives: ‘You can’t stay in the school cafeteria any longer. Go eat outside.’ She can be found in the basement. The gift is a Spaghetti Bowl.

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A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes.[*Smut]

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get up. I had to rewrite it. It’s not as smutty as I’d liked it to be but I’ll write another one later that more smut. love ya xx

Request: yes, by several people.

“You ready for this?” The Sheriff asked me as we stood in front of the door to Derek’s loft. I could feel him looking at me but my eyes were glued to the large metal door. On the other side was Stiles. Only it wasn’t really Stiles. As Kira’s mother liked to put he was void. More specifically he was possessed my a thousand year old fox spirit with a hankering for strong emotions. In a nutshell, everything about Stiles was Stiles except the only part that matter, his mind. I tore my gaze from the door and it landed on Mr.Stilinski. How do I answer? One of my best friends was in there.

“Are you?” I asked genuinely. He only look at me with eyes of uncertainty. I nodded and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on the handle and slid the heavy door open. Stiles was standing in the center of the loft in different clothes then the ones he’d worn to Echin House, which was the last time I’d seen him. His skin was more pale than usual, and the circles under his eyes made it seem like he’d never known sleep. The Sheriff moved closer to his son, producing a pair of handcuff and dangling them. I trailed behind him, being sure not to get to close.

“You’re going to handcuff me?” Stiles said and it was unsure whether this was really him or not.

“If any part of my son is still in there, he’ll let me. Because he knows I’m here to protect him from himself and others.”

The boy held up his hands together so the Sheriff could place the cuffs on him. As his father did so, Stiles looked past his father to me. I froze not expecting to be noticed, and stared directly in his eyes trying not to show fear. He pursed his lips into a dark smile, and it was clear the boy I loved wasn’t there. I’d never admitted I loved him to anyone before including him, and I was afraid I never would get the chance now.

“You’re not my son.” Sheriff Stilinski gritted. The Nogitsune smiled wider and broke the handcuffs, they swiveled off his wrist on to the ground. Derek, Chris Argent, and Allison all were standing close by waiting incase Plan A went awry. As if on cue, they appeared in the threshold of the door. Derek bent down on a knee changing from human to wolf form in the process. Chris and Allison were both wielding their weapon of choice. I’d been offered a gun and even a knife, but not being experienced with either, I declined. Allison attacked first, pointing a stun gun at Stiles and shooting. The point of this rendezvous was to capture not kill. Unfortunately, the Nogitsune had powers we weren’t aware of. He grabbed the prongs, even though electricity bolted through them, and whipped the weapon from her fingers. Derek attacked next without warning, so quick and agile I was sure he’d catch Stiles off guard. I was proven wrong, when Derek’s arm was twisted, then he was slammed into a nearby table, and thrown into an adjacent wall. Stiles shifted his head to me with an obscure smile, I stepped back a little frightened. Before he could make a move, Argent was in front of him with a gun pointed at him. The corner of Stiles mouth perked up before he turned to his father a fear stricken look on his face.

“Dad? Daddy? He’s going to shoot me! Don’t let him shoot me!” He cried. Argent didn’t budge saying he’d killed many supernatural creatures before, a Nogitsune would just be another. Father Stilinski drew his gun on Argent. A verbal fight broke up amongst the team. I covered my ears with my hands trying to block out everyone’s voice. It was so chaotic, and as I thought the words I knew this was his doing. He was feeding off it. Allison and I had the same thought and she spoke before I did. She yelled over them to stop, and they did just as the sunset outside. 

“This is what he wants.” She barked at them, no one lowered their firearm. 

“Not exactly.” He smirked. “I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you’re not here to kill me.“ He paused. Just as he did, the room seemed a little off. A second later, we learned why. The Oni surfaced into the room, two in front of Sheriff and Argent. And two near the entrance where Derek and Allison now stood. By accident I was in the middle of them, and to my misfortune Void Stiles sunk in with me. Sheriff Stilinksi attack first firing his weapon, Allison and Derek followed, and lastly Chris whose gun stalled delaying him. Frightened by the presence of the Oni, I didn’t even notice Stiles slip his hand into mine. Only when an Oni blade missed Allison and almost hit me, causing me to curl into Him did I realize how close we were. I peered into his eyes, looking for a trace of the trickster. But only saw Stiles’s beautiful amber eyes shining down.

“Stiles?” I asked hesitatingly and he nodded reassuringly. I smiled only to be confused when something fabric covered my mouth and a haziness washed over me. Last thing I remember was his voice low and raspy.

“Never trust a fox.”

I faded into darkness.

When I regained consciousness, I was cold. A bone chilling cold almost as if I was outside. I could tell I was laying on some sort of cushion, but I was still a bit hazy and couldn’t make out much more. Several minutes later, after the cloudiness left my brain, I saw where I was. I was laying on an old blue couch that smelt vaguely of bleach and old people. The ceiling was cement except for two grated sections off to the right. A light shined in through the small holes and I recognized it as the moonlight making sense why it was so cold.

“Morning Angel.” His voice startling me. Stiles sat on the arm of the couch, and looked at me over his shoulder with a devilish smirk. I hadn’t noticed him sitting there before, and I wasn’t entirely sure that he had been. It was dark in the cold room and I could only see him though the faint moon light coming from above.

“Stiles?” I rasped, my voice getting used to working again.

He scoffed. “Wouldn’t that be a happy ending?”

No, it was void Stiles. Suddenly, the words resurfaced in my brain. ‘Never trust a fox.’ He’d convinced me with just a look in Derek’s loft that he was Stiles. How could I have been so naive?

“Why have you brought me here?” I demanded.

“Now, Y/N.” He chuckled standing and strolling over to me. I scooted further into the couch knowing there was no way out. “I can’t give away all of my secrets. But you know Stiles has many, would you like to know some?”

“Stop.” I whispered.

“Like how he had sex with Malia Tate on this very couch.” He pointed down to the couch. The news was a blow, I’d always imagined being Stiles first. My heart sank a little at the thought.

“Stop.” I said sternly again try to stay strong.

“Or how he’s kissed Lydia before, and constantly thinks about doing it again.” Another blow to my heart.

“Stop!” I screamed.

He bent down leaning his face close to mine and smiled. “Does the thought of Stiles fucking someone else discourage you? Is it because you love him?”

Rage boiled through me, I hated the fact he could see right through me. I couldn’t control myself and I smacked the boy in front of me across the face. His head was thrown to the side from the blow. When he turned back to me, he had a cold look in his eyes. My breathing was uneven from a mixture of fear and anger. As I stared back at Him, I saw something else in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen until now. Unexpectedly, he rammed his lips into mine. I pushed him away confused by the act. My lips tingled with the feeling of his on mine. I kept him at arms length, my hand still gripping his shirt. I couldn’t get the thought that I’d just kissed Stiles out of my head. I knew it wasn’t really Stiles, but physically it was.

“Do you know what the Nogistunes feed off on?” he whispered.

“Chaos. Pain. Strife.” I listed.

“Mainly.” he agreed. “We feed on much more. We’re all hungry, Angel.” He pushed past my failed attempt at holding him back, and leaned into my ear.

“I feed off lust and desire. Like your desire for Stiles. Or your lust for me to fuck you right here.” 

I wanted to admit his was wrong, that I didn’t want him near me. But he began to run his hand up my thigh and a current ran through my core.

“You can’t resist me.” He taunted in my ear, before ghosting his lips over my neck.

I closed my eyes and found myself urning for him. I clenched my jaw.

“S-stop.” I stuttered.

“Hm?” He hummed against my neck.

My heart was racing, I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t give in, but I couldn’t help it. His lips finally connected with my neck instantly hitting a sweet spot, making me moan. I dug my fingers into the couch, trying not enjoy this. Trying not to reach out from him, I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I had to be strong. But he withdrew from my neck, and collided his lips with mine. Without hesitation, I kissed him back. He climbed on to the couch with me his body hovering over mine, and my fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled away allowing me to pull it off him. He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped in half making me gasp, I hadn’t been wearing a bra and my boobs were instantly exposed.

“Stiles is missing out.” he grinned.

His words angered me and I pulled him into another kiss biting on his lower lip hard. This only seemed to entice him and he let a growl, he grabbed my waist rolling his hips against mine. I felt his hard bulge through his sweatpants making me realize how wet I was. He brought his hands back to my chest kneading my breast greedily. His lips met my nipples, and he nibbled on the sensitive nubs. I let out a incoherent moan, dragging my nails across his back. 

“Just fuck me.” I half begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, we both quickly discarded our bottoms. I opened my legs allowing Stiles to aline himself. He gently held on to my waist before he rammed his length inside of me and began thrusting vigorously, pulling a hungry groan from my throat. Already I could feel a rippling inside of me, each thrust sending me closer and closer to my release.

“Faster.” I bellowed.

He smirked speeding his thrusts to an unfathomable pace roughly hitting my g-spot. My walls started to clenched around him, and I knew what was coming.

“Come.” He demanded and I did. My orgasm fueled the Nogitsune to reach his. His movements became careless and needy, and a few seconds later I felt his warm liquid fill me. 

My eyes flung open, and I shot up breathing excessively. 

“Morning, Angel.” He said indifferently. Void Stile sat on the arm of an old blue couch looking at me over his shoulder.

“Sweet dreams?” His lips curled into a dark smile.

you’re not in love with her // theo raeken

pairings: theo reaken x reader

warnings: none

prompt: x

a/n: I am so in love with this and I hope you guys enjoy this. ♡


if yelling at her in an argument doesn’t make your throat burn like you just downed 6 shots, you’re not in love with her.

He stood there in front of her, Warm tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You can’t keep acting like this Theo;” She said in a raspy voice.

He glared at her with his jaw clenched, His breath heaving.

“You can’t go punching every guy that speaks to me.”

“That guy was flirting with you Y/N, What did you expect me to do? Sit back and watch him check you out?”

“He wasn’t flirting with me and even if he was do you really think I could ever think about being with any one else but you?”

“I can’t take that risk Y/N, You’re mine and he needed to know that.” He said slightly raising his voice.

“Risk? Don’t you trust me to stay loyal to you? And how exactly am I yours? I’m not just a piece of property you own Theo!” Y/N said raising her voice as her blood boiled.

“You’re mine cause we’re in a relationship Y/N! And I can’t stand to see some other guy try to take you away from me!” He said practical shouting.

His throat was sore and burned in his neck, He felt sick to his stomach. He hated shouting at her, Fighting with her, Watching her tears stream down her cheeks and her lips quiver.  Her eyes welt up with tears again, Every time Theo would raise his voice on her she got scared, It would wreck her seeing the man she loved shouting at her in front of her.

“Damn it.” He said quietly before pulling Y/N quickly into his embrace and wrapping his arms tightly against her body, Her hands were pressed against his chest as she sobbed softly into the crook of his neck.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I hate seeing you like this.” He said hugging her even tighter as he caressed his hand along her back soothingly.

“Then please stop acting like this, For me.” You said quietly as your breathing slowed down.

“I will, I promise.” He said kissing the top of her head.

if her eyes can’t make you stop in your tracks and think about what you’re going to say next, you’re not in love with her.

“Are you coming over after school today?” Theo asked as he leaned against a locker next to Y/Ns locker watching her exchange her books.

“Yeah, I always do T.” She chuckled.

“But why?” She asked smiling at him.

“I u-uh-“ He said looking in awe into her Y/E/C coloured eyes, He was mesmerised, As if he went into type of trance he couldn’t snap out of, Looking deep into the eyes of the girl that he fell in love with, Looking into the eyes that were the reason for him to get up in the morning, Looking into the eyes that could make his whole fucking day just by looking at them once.

She raised her brow at him with a small grin playing on her lips as he shook his head slightly to get back to what he wanted to say.

“I just want to spend some time with you.” He smiled as she closed her locker and held his hand in hers as they both started walking the halls.

“What was that about?” She asked him softly.

“Nothing, I-I just love your eyes, They’re beautiful.” He smiled down at you.

if her laugh doesn’t make you tense up your knuckles thinking about never hearing it again, you’re not in love with her.

He was sitting up against the couch in her living room with Y/N resting against him, Her head resting gently against his shoulder and her hand laying softly on his clothed stomach, His arm resting around her shoulder keeping her body close to him. They were both cuddled up in each others embrace watching a movie. Although Y/N was paying most of her attention into the movie Theo would often sneak glances at her, Looking down at the girl he would do anything for her just so she could have that beautiful smile on her lips.

Y/N let out a small laugh from the movie and Theo glanced down at her, Feeling the small vibrations that radiated from her chest to his side. He looked down at the smile playing on her lips, The small dimples that appeared on her cheeks, The way her nose crinkled ever so slightly when she laughed. Her laugh, Even the smallest chuckle would always be music to his ears, It never failed to cheer him up or make his day but looking at her now he felt anxiety creep up in his chest, In the back of his mind he thought about what would happen if her laugh disappeared, About what would happen if he could never hear that beautiful sound play in his ears again.

His arm pulled her closer to his side as his other hand curled up into a fist, She quickly glanced up at him noticing his actions.

“Everything okay?” She asked softly looking up into his crystal blue eyes.

“Yeah.” He said quietly before leaning down to press a soft kiss on her lips, He could hear her heart skip a beat and a smile play on her lips when he pulled away, She cuddled closer to him inhaling his intoxicating scent, He never failed to cause her heart to skip a beat.

if her voice can’t calm down your worst anxiety attacks  and makes you want to listen to anything she has to say, you’re not in love with her.

She looked at him intensely as he paced  around in her bedroom, His chest heaving and his breathing is in an uneven pace.

“I-I can’t do this, It’s to much for me.” He said as his hands shook when he brought one of them up to run it though his hair.

“Babe you need to calm down, Everything is okay.” Y/N said softly as she walked closer to him causing him to stop pacing and look at the girl standing in front of him.

“Every thing is not okay, Nothing is okay Y/N.” He said shaking, A worried look in his eyes as he started walking towards the bathroom learning against the sink, His hand clutching the edges so hard his knuckles were starting to turn white, His chest was heaving up and down and his eye were flashing quickly between amber and blue, His breathing was heavy and loud.

“Hey hey, Every thing is okay, just listen to my voice.” She said approaching him, His hand pressed against his back.

“I need you to go I can hurt you Y/N.” He said as his eyes turned amber.

“I’m not leaving you, You won’t hurt me.”

“I-I won’t forgive myself if I did, I need you to leave.” He growled.

“Look at me.” You said softly as you grabbed his face in your hands. He just stared intensely at you, Seeing all of your features up close.

“I need you to listen to my voice can you do that for me?” She said softly.

He just nodded as his eyes closed, He tried focusing on her voice.

“I’m here, With you. I won’t leave you; Not now not ever, Okay?” She said looking at him, Her hands still cupping  his cheeks.

He just nodded as he stayed focused on her soft and soothing voice.

“You’re going to get through this, And I’ll be with you through it all. I love you Theo and I need you to calm down for me.” She said caressing his cheek with her thumb softly. His breathing had slowed down and he regained his control, His eyes opened up to reveal the bright blue eyes that Y/N loved.

“You okay?” She asked giving him a small smile.

“Yes, T-Thank you.” He smiled at her as she returned him a wide smile before pressing her lips against his lips ever so gently but even then they could both feel the sparks between them, The electricity running through their body from the slightest touch, The way their heart fluttered when their lips were pressed against each other.

if her smile doesn’t make your chest quake and your lungs shrink but feel refreshed all in one motion, you’re not in love with her.

Theo eyes flickered open as he adjusted to the soft light filling his bedroom, He looked to his side to find Y/N sound asleep, Laying on her stomach with her head laying on her hands that were tucked under her pillow, or more so Theos pillow. He admired her for a couple of minutes, How she had a couple of single strands of hair framing her face, How her smooth and pouty lips were slightly parted and how she looked to so breathtaking without any makeup on her.

He turned onto his side and brought his hand up to her back softly stroking small patterns on to the small area of exposed skin she had. His actions quickly woke her up as her eyes opened up and close back again as she inhaled a deep breath.

“Good morning.” She managed to say quietly as her eyes opened up slowly to meet Theos gaze.

“Good morning baby girl.” He smiled down at her before pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead. He pulled back to see her look at him with pure adoration in her eyes and a smile playing on her pink lips. Seeing her smile first thing in the morning was one of the reasons if not the reason for Theo to get up in the morning, Her beautiful smile was enough to make his breath hitch in his throat and make his heart race, But even then her smile sent a calm wave through him.

“Have I ever told you that I love your smile?” He said to her in a his raspy voice.

“No I don’t think you have.” She chuckled softly as her smile only grew wider.

“Then I’m telling you know that I love your smile, And that seeing it makes my whole fucking day.” He said bringing his hand up to stroke her cheek gently.

“Really?” She asked biting her lip.

“Really.” He said as he pulled her closer to him by her waist before leaning down to connect their lips in a loving but passionate kiss.

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Originally posted by pinkiforov


Pairing: Amber x reader

Genre/Warnings: Light angst. Heavy Fluff.

Summary: could you do an imagine where you’re super insecure and Amber doesn’t know until you have a breakdown in front of her and she just lists the many reasons why she loves you and just fLUFF

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(Thank you for my first Non BTS Request Fam I hope you enjoy it!)


There was nothing Amber loved more than spoiling you and taking you shopping. However, it wasn’t your favorite thing to do. It meant being in the public eye while she bought you things. She was so used to it that she just stopped noticing things like paparazzi, fans that would follow and people who would just stare. It always caused you great discomfort and it never helped that the next day there would be plenty of articles about you and Amber, they would never hold back as they would wither compliment you or completely bash your relationship. She never noticed though and you were always far too nervous to tell her.

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Break Me Down Then Build Me Up- Sidlink

slow burn (maybe?), alpha/Omega/beta, hurt/comfort, heat cycles, poor Link what am I gonna do to this kid, mute Link, mentions of child abuse/rape for later chapters (memory stuff, I haven’t written any form of smut before idk how in detail I’ll go but I will mark where these scenes will be for those that want to skip it), yiga clan, happy ending

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Chapter 3

Sidon was in awe and had to hold back a swell of emotion as Link told him about his battle with The Calamity. What worried the prince even more when Link took off his tunic were the slew of new scars his pearl had now, ranging from burn-like patches to raised lines on his skin. Link assured him they didn’t hurt nearly as bad as they did a few months ago, crawling back into the Prince’s lap nuzzling into the softer scales on his chest. Sidon rubbed the Hylian’s back tenderly as he pressed kisses into his soft hair.

“I’m glad you wrote to me as often as you could my love. Though, it didn’t keep my fears for your safety away…” Sidon’s voice was but a whisper, and Link cupped his cheeks gently to press a soft kiss to the Zora’s lips.

*I’m sorry I worried you so much…Zelda wasn’t going to let me leave till she knew I was OK. That and we did find out something..* Link bit his lip nervously. Sidon’s tilted his head. “Oh? What might that be?”

*Well, I know your father and the elders a bit sceptical about us being together and not being able to produce an heir…* Link’s cheeks and ears turned a very dark shade of red but Sidon remained quiet, waiting for Link to finish. *It’s embarrassing. I mean I should’ve figured it out myself but with my life at stake all the time, alone time really wasn’t an option….But it turns out I..I’m an omega..*

Sidon’s pupils contracted into slits, making Link shrink back a bit. The prince grabbed the hero by the hips and pulled him closer, burying his face to the crook of Link’s neck and inhaling deeply. That’s why his scent was sweeter. Sidon inhaled again, pupils blowing, a deep growl bubbling in his chest as his alpha instincts started to kick in. He lapped at Link’s neck, earning a soft whimper from his treasure. When Sidon started to smell bitter fear mixing with Link’s own sweetness and felt a raised line across the soft flesh he frowned and lifted his head to inspect it. What he found made his pupils contract again. Across Link’s neck was a thick scar, like someone tried to slit his throat. He gripped Link by his upper arms, and as his lips curled to snarl ready to kill whoever did this to his pearl, another fear filled whimper brought him back to his senses. Link was staring at him with wide eyes, Sidon quickly let go of his arms.

“Oh-oh goddess Link I’m so sorry! I..I didn’t mean to-” he was cut off by trembling hands petting his cheeks. Link whined again before his eyes became vacant, and he went rigid. Sidon caught Link by the shoulders before he fell backwards.

“Link? Link?!”

^“Link! What happened?!” He looked up at his mother as she entered his bedroom and sniffled, rubbing at his bruising cheek with his good arm.

“Why…Why does —– hate me…Was I bad?” Link started to cry again when the woman pulled him into a hug, gently petting his hair and shooshing him.

“No sweetheart, of course he doesn’t hate you…He just doesn’t understand. That’s all my little one. Hush now it will be alright. Let me see your arm.” She was gentle as she rolled up the sleeve on his tunic, wincing at the large bruises forming on his skin. She kissed the marks softly and was about to say something else when the sound of a slamming door made them both jump.

“Link get under your bed. Don’t come out until I come get you. Understand?” The boy nodded quickly and did as his mother told him when she ran out of his room. Link covered his ears and cried silently as shouting and the sound of skin hitting skin filled the tiny cabin he called home…^

Link jumped out of his stupor, breathing hard, and found Sidon looking at him in panic.

“My pearl, what happened? Did I scare you that badly? Who hurt you?” His voice was shaking, and Link frowned. He wasn’t hurt…Was he? He took a few shuddering breaths to steady his hands.

*It….It wasn’t you. I mean, your eyes did surprise me..But…* Link shakily pointed to his head, hoping Sidon would understand. Aren’t memories of your mother supposed to be happy?

Sidon tilted his head again, “Your head? Do you mean your memories are coming back?” When Link nodded slowly the prince brought the shaking boy closer, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Oh my pearl…Do you want to talk about it?”

Link sat back again, *It started with this uneasy feeling when I found out I was an omega….But I’m starting to remember my childhood I think?* Link rubbed his bare arm a bit, frowning deeply. *They’ve been of my mother…But she looked so sad…* He trailed off, dropping his hands into his lap. He was going to leave out the parts about the bruises and shouting for now. Sidon lifted his chin and gently kissed his lips. Link sighed into him as he kissed back.

“Perhaps they are starting to return to you because the Calamity is gone? Stress can hinder a lot of things.” Link shrugged. He went to lean into Sidon again but stopped when he saw a worrying look in those amber eyes. “Link…I know that I’ve seen every scar on you. But,” Sidon gently ran his thumb over Link’s neck. “I’m sure I’ve never seen this one…And it looks older than the rest. How did it happen?”

Frowning again Link followed Sidon’s thumb with his fingers, sure enough there was a raised scar there. His eyebrows knitted together. How in the name of Hylia did he get this? His mind seemed keen on blocking out whatever had happened. Link shrugged. He could worry about it later.

“I’m truly sorry for scaring you my treasure…I’ve never noticed your scent before. You hid it well. I never took you for an omega..” Sidon went back to nuzzling Link’s neck, grinning when he felt a shiver running down his little Hylian’s spine. “I promise to keep my urges in check until you’re ready. Zora’s are…Violent lovers. I’ll have to get a suppressor potion from the healers to keep my heat at bay. For now, I’m perfectly content with just holding you, my beloved. You’ve had a long journey, may I hold you while we rest?”

Link smiled, crawling off Sidon’s lap and more onto the bed. His prince followed to curl around him, rubbing his back softly and pressing gentle kisses to his head. Link would have time to worry later. He missed his prince too much to let anything bring him down right now.

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It’s 4am time to post fanfic. Hope you guys enjoy! Kiba out!

anonymous asked:

Wait how did we find out about master Raymond's descendants? Is this a novella thing? (I normally don't like reading novellas so I'm out of the loop)

Well it’s in part based on what Master Raymond tells Claire, immediately after he heals her in Dragonfly in Amber:

“Why do you call me madonna still?” I asked. My hands rested on the slight concavity of my stomach, gently as though not to disturb the shattering emptiness. “I’ve lost my child.”  

      He looked mildly surprised.  

      “Ah. I did not call you madonna because you were with child, my lady.”  

      “Why, then?” I didn’t really expect him to answer, but he did. Tired and drained as we both were, it was as though we were suspended together in a place where neither time nor consequence existed; there was room for nothing but truth between us.  

      He sighed.  

      “Everyone has a color about them,” he said simply. “All around them, like a cloud. Yours is blue, madonna. Like the Virgin’s cloak. Like my own.”

This alone implies that Claire is related to him somehow - and, of course, that he is a time traveler.

Which Diana Gabaldon has confirmed on her website:

Well, he’s a prehistoric time traveler. I think he came from somewhere about 400 BC or perhaps a bit earlier (not technically “prehistoric,” but they certainly weren’t using written records where he started out), and the 18th century is not his first stop.

He is–or was–a shaman, born with the ability to heal through empathy. He sees auras plainly; those with his power all have the blue light he has–born warriors, on the other hand, are red (so yes, “the red man” is iconic). He has a rather strong aversion to Vikings, owing to events that happened in his own time; hence his nervousness when he sees Jamie. He’s afraid of them, but he also realizes just what a strong life-force they have–that’s why he makes Claire invoke it (using the sexual and emotional link between her and Jamie) to heal her.

His descendants–a few of whom he meets now and then in his travels–have the blue light about them, too; in large degree or small, depending on their talents. So he knows Claire, when he sees her, as one of his great-great, etc. grand-daughters. And Gillian/Geillis is another–you notice she has Claire’s sense of plants, though she tends naturally to poison, rather than medicines.

We’ll see him again–though not in Jamie and Claire’s story, I don’t think. Master Raymond should get his own series of books, eventually.   So in fact, we’ll see Claire, Jamie, and Geillis again, then– but as secondary characters in Master Raymond’s story (you recall, Geillis mentions having met “one other” (time-traveler) in Voyager, but doesn’t tell Claire who it is).

Heaven knows just when we’ll get to that–in about ten years, at this rate–but we will get to it. <grin>

I just quickly want to write my own statement to the new post of Amber and the general situation w/ f(x) as my own opinion. It’s very late ,so sorry if I write nonsense…
I love f(x), and I love Amber. She’s been my role model for a long time and I admire her personality and courage and it hurts to see her this disappointed and sad.
She’s been giving her all for such a long time, and always tried to please her fans, make them smile but is constantly neglected by SMEnt. She doesnt deserve this at all. She is an unbelievably creative and talented human being with a heart of gold, but like everytime, SM only looks for the money. Which is arguably understandable, it IS all about money afterall. But theres the point: she’s one of SM’s most successful soloists, writes her own lyrics, produces her own music (really dont intend to throw shade to any other soloists) with meaningful messages and it’s still not enough? Why?

I feel like my biggest fear right now, the disbandment of f(x) is nearer than ever before. Dont get me wrong; I want all of the members to be happy and do what they want to do, and I feel like it would be the best for all of them to begin a new chapter. Of course I’m sad, very sad actually, but lets face it… It’s the best thing to do. I don’t want to see Victoria overworked like she currently is, I dont want to see Krystal having to stay at SM even after all the things that happened to her sister, I don’t want to see Luna starving herself because of stupid weight restrictions and hate from knetz and I dont want to see Amber falling apart on what she once loved to do. I feel like it would be the best thing to do.

f(x)s music helped me through tough times, like some of you may also think. Their music is different from other groups, not only the genre, but also the lyrics. They dont always sing about their cute Oppa, the bad guy that cheated on them, or them looking for their 1st love, no. They did great songs about various topics. On relatable topics. Maybe thats why I appreciate their music so much… I never get bored of their music, I can even hear the same fucking song 10 times in a row and I wouldnt be annoyed!

Amber clearly isnt happy anymore and that hurts so much. She is the type of person that hates sitting around and waiting for miracle, and her patience has ended (understandably). I just hope this is over soon and no matter what happens… I will support them, they probably dont know of my existence, but they also supported me.

Box of Memories

The continuing story of Negan and Number 6

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV in this, but I have labeled the changes

Warnings-sexy Negan times & language. Bit of angst, but Negan to the rescue

3000 words

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I Won’t Back Down - Negan x Reader The Walking Dead Fanfiction Part of Music Quote Challenge @bulletscrossbowpie

Quote: I’d rather die on my feet, then live on my knees.

Warnings: violence, blood, smut, blow job male receiving, fingering, and language

Summary: Y/n volunteers to marry Negan so he won’t kill her brother Aaron's​boyfriend Erick and when she gets to the Sanctuary she’s got a sinister an for her husband Negan.

It was a fairly quiet day in Alexandria people were going about their daily lives. Which for Y/n was keeping watch at the back of Alexandria. She lived in a house with her older brother Aaron and his boyfriend Erick. Erick had become family she loved him like another brother, she knew Erick before the apocalypse. Y/n, unlike their parents accepted Aaron was gay, she accepted Erick into her family.

She was shaken from her thoughts by yelling and screaming coming from the front gate. She grabbed her gun and climbed down the ladder and started running towards the gate. When she got there she saw a large group of people and several trucks. She also saw a man in black jeans, a leather jacket, red scarf and a baseball bat covered in barbed wire. “That must me that giant asshole Negan” she thought to herself, while watching them take all their stuff. “So if I shot the fucker in the head, could I hide fast enough” she mumbled. Her brother Aaron was standing behind her, “please don’t do it, it won’t end well either ways” he said.

She was just about to cuss him out when they heard Erick​ scream in fear, they both ran towards the scream. They saw Erick on the ground on his knees and Negan was in front of him waving Lucille in front of his face. Negan was yelling the anger seeping from his voice, “I can’t believe you have the balls to steal from me, I think Lucille is angry and anger makes her thirsty” Negan said raising Lucille up over his head. Just as the bat was right above Erick’s head, Aaron and Y/n ran over. “Whoa, no I will shut this shit down” Negan said, “no, no please don’t hurt him, take me instead” Aaron said. “Now why would I do that” Negan said, “I know you make deals, so me for him” Aaron said, “ I don’t think Lucille cares who dies today​” Negan said. “Fine if you want to take his place fine with me” he said, he got in front of Aaron. She stood there thinking she couldn’t let her brothers die and break one of there hearts. “Take me, leave my brother’s alone and take me” she said. Negan looked at her, “oh no way I’m killing a woman, I don’t do that shit, but if you wanna make a deal, and save these guys we can talk” Negan said.

“Y/n no, don’t do anything” Aaron said, “Y/n just let him kill me” Erick said, “no I’m not letting you guys die, Negan what do you want, I’ll give you whatever you want” she said. “Well doll there’s an easy solution to this, marry me, be my wife and I’ll spare the dumb asses” Negan said. “No, Y/n don’t” Aaron pleaded, “I marry you and you leave them alone” she said. “You have my word doll” Negan said, “fine, yes I’ll marry you” she said. Negan had a cocky smirk on his face, “let them up, let them go” he said. “Say goodbye to your family and get your stuff it’s time to go home new wife” Negan said. Y/n got her things from her room, “you guys take care of each other, don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl I can take care of myself, I love you guys” she said giving them both a hug and kiss.

She took Negan’s arm and followed him to the truck and got in and she watched out the window. All the way to the Sanctuary she tried not to cry thinking about her brothers​ and the rest of her family in Alexandria. “We’re here doll, welcome to your new home” Negan said extending his hand. She took his hand and he helped her out of the truck and she saw a huge factory. As Negan led her through the Sanctuary she looked around and saw so many people. The people were working, until they saw Negan and they took a knee and waited for him to walk away before getting up. “Here’s your new digs your beds here, these are my other wives, this is my new wife Y/n” Negan said.

Negan left her with the res of his wives, “hi I’m Sherrie, I’m sorry” Sherrie said, “yeah, me too, but I had no choice he was going to kill my family” Y/n said. “I’m sorry, I know what that’s like, I married Negan so he wouldn’t kill my husband Dwight” Sherrie said. “This is Amber, she married Negan so her mom could get her medicine” Sherrie said. “So what did I get myself into here” Y/n said, “well we have free range here, we don’t have to work for points” Amber said. “The only thing we’re really here for is to have sex with Negan, whenever he wants to” Sherrie said. “Great, tell me there’s alcohol” Y/n said, “yes we definitely have that” Amber said. “Here’s your new crappy black dress, or as I call it my ball and chain” Sherrie said. Y/n changed into the black dress in the bathroom, she was looking in the mirror and a thought jumped in her head. She thought back to the prison and the Governor and the conversation she had with Carol and Andrea. Where Carol told Andrea to give the governor the best sex of his life. Then when he falls asleep, stab him in the chest and get out of there.

She went back out to the rest of the wives, she sat down next to Sherrie and Amber. After dinner the wives were waiting to see which one of them was going to have sex with Negan that night. Negan walked into the wives quarters “which one of my lovely wives wants the pleasure of fucking me this evening” Negan said. Y/n thought what did she have to lose, “I will” Y/n said, “oh yes I was hoping you’d say that, I get some new pussy, I love new pussy” he said. Y/n followed him to his bedroom and he closed the door and led her to the bed. “How about you strip for me doll” he said, “yes Negan” she said, she unzipped her dress slowly. She slid it down her body leaving her completely naked in front of him. “Fuck doll, I knew you were sexy, I didn’t know you were naughty” Negan said. He took his jacket and scarf off, then his shirt, he took her hands and put them on his pants. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants and pulled them down his legs. “Suck my cock doll” he said she stroked his cock and took him in her mouth. She licked the tip tasting the pre-cum that leaked out, she licked the vein at the bottom of his cock, while taking him as far down her throat as possible.

She licked and sucked and bobbed her head and hollowed her cheeks, “holy shit doll, you’re good with that mouth” he growled. Negan felt his dick twitch, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up off his cock. “I wanna cum in your pussy doll face” he said, she laid down on the bed on her back. Negan crawled on top of her, he firmly planted his lips on hers, he shoved his tongue in her mouth. He put his hands on her breasts he squeezed them softly. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it, he put his thumb and index finger around her other nipple and pinched it. She moaned as his free hand slid down her stomach, between her legs and opened her slit and slid a finger in her. “Fuck yes” she moaned, he pumped his finger in and pulled it out. She moaned at the loss, he added a second finger and pumped at a fast pace. He built her up all the way to near orgasm and he yanked his fingers out again.

“Negan stop teasing me and fuck me already” she said, he spread her legs with his knee. “Now you remember you asked for this” Negan said. He lined himself up with her entrance and slammed into her pussy entrance. “Yes fuck Negan” she said as he gave her no time to adjust, he just pounded into her making her scream his name. Negan felt her pussy clench around his cock, he pounded into her faster and harder. “I’m so close Negan, gonna cum” she cried out, “me too doll” he said, he moved her legs over his shoulders. The new position drove his cock deeper and at the new angle he hit her G spot with each thrust. He put his hand between them and found her clit with his finger and rubbed circles on it. Causing her orgasm to rip through her, her thighs shook, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. She screamed, “Negan, Negan yes fuck”, he came undone right after she did. Negan fell down onto the bed and she laid next to him.

After she recovered and caught her breath she went to stand up, “where you going doll” he said. “I thought after great sex I go back to my bed” she said, “normally yes, but tonight’s your first night here you sleep with me tonight, lay down doll” he said. Y/n laid back down on the bed with Negan and he pulled her close to him and she put her head on his chest. He went to sleep, he started snoring, “Negan, Negan” she said. When she didn’t get any response, she got up out of bed and she went to his pants and grabbed his knife. She walked to the bed and she stood above Negan and she lifted the knife over her head. She went to bring it down, his hands popped up grabbing her arms and his eyes popped open.

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So much for a quiet morning

A/N- so this was part of a longer story but i wanted to keep it as short as possible. Obviously in this Clary and Jace and Izzy and Simon are together, sort of like in the books.  Just something a bit light hearted.


Magnus and Alec where having a leisurely morning in bed. They had invited Clary and Jace and Simon and Izzy around the night before for dinner and a few drinks. After several rounds of a drinking game, they decided to stay the night and had taken over Magnus’s two guest rooms.

Alec’s arms were wrapped protectively around him, holding him snuggly to his body. Alec smiled. He took the time to study his lover’s face. He loved Magnus’ caramel coloured skin and almond shaped eyes. He had a small nose and perfect soft pink lips. Alec reached up and ran a finger around them, unable to resist touching. Magnus stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake so Alec continued his exploration. He leaned up slightly so he could look down at Magnus. He had a lean frame but his body was all muscle. Alec softly ran his hand over his pecs and down to his well defined abs. He smiled and bent down and kissed the place where there should be his belly button. It’s absence one of his demon marks. The other one, his amber cat eyes. Alec wondered what Magnus would think if he told him how much they turned him on. Most of the time he glamoured them to a deep rich brown but when they made love they became their proper colour. They were mesmerising. Alec reached for  one of his hands and studied the palm. His hands were small and soft, Alec’s own hand completely covered it. Each slender finger had a ring on it and his nails were painted a glossy black. Alec traced it’s faint lines, wondering how it produced the ethereal blue flame of magic. He kissed the soft skin of Magnus’ palm and trailed kisses up his arm to his neck where it joined his shoulder finding the pulse point. He nuzzled into it giving the spot a small nip.

“Alexander, what are you doing?”

Alec looked up to see those beautiful amber cat’s eyes glowing back at him. Magnus ran his fingers through his thick black hair and Alec moved up to join his lips to his.

“ Getting an early start this morning are we?” Magnus said smiling, his voice still soft and sleepy.

“I’ve sort of been checking you out and I got a bit carried away” he said, between kisses.

“have you now. Did you like what you see?’

“I’ve never loved anything more. You’re fascinating to me Mags. I love every inch of you”

“keep saying things like that to me and I might get all girly and cry” he said. Alec smiled and moved so his body covered Magnus’s relishing the feel of his warmth beneath him. They were still like that, lips locked together, Magnus’ arms holding tightly to Alec’s back when the door suddenly burst open and Izzy launched herself down on the bed near them. She was wearing one of Simon’s t shirts that had ‘I’m a gamer, what’s your superpower’ written on it. Alec gave a growl and moved off Magnus to give his sister a strong glare.

“By the angel, Izzy don’t you know how to knock or what a closed door means?” he said, hastily grabbing the quilt and pulling it up to cover themselves but as usual, Izzy didn’t seem to care.

“yeah but you guys are just so cute. Can’t get enough of seeing you together.”

Magnus held up his hand and the blue flame appeared. He frowned down at Izzy.

“I can banish your sister to one of the outer regions of Mongolia my love, if you like” Alec knew he was only kidding but the thought was tempting.  He reached out to wave his fingers through the blue flame as it danced in magnus’s palm. There was no heat to it at all and felt almost feather like.

“ No, she’d just come back. I thought it was decided that you weren’t gonna call us cute any more.” he said, frowning at his sister.

“When was that decided?” she said with a grin. She scrambled up further in the bed so she could she could reach the blue flame as well, moving her fingers through it.

“Ha, that’s so cool, Magnus” she said, giggling.

“So what in the name of Raziel is going on here?” they looked up to see Jace standing in the doorway. He was bare to the waste with a pair of jeans hanging loosely from his hips. Clary was standing just behind him wearing one of his t shirts clutching his hand.

“playing with Magnus’ flame” Izzy said, laughing.

“well, that’s one I haven’t heard before” Jace said.

“I want to see too” Clary said and she ran for the bed and joined Izzy, running her fingers though the flame. The girls looked at each other and giggled.

“I know, right? How cool is it. If I could do that I think I’d spend most of my time just playing with it” Izzy said.

“who’s playing what now?” Simon appeared at the door next to Jace, surveying the room with a questioning look.

“Ok, you two need to tell your girlfriends to leave my boyfriend’s flame alone. Wait, something about that didn’t sound right” Alec said, frowning. The room erupted in laughter. Alec was trying to look mad but was losing the fight. Magnus made the flame grow larger and swirling his hand and fingers around formed it into a ball while the others watched, fascinated. He flicked his wrist out and launched the blue orb straight at Jace and Simon who both dove for the floor to dodge it.

“hey!” they both yelled before picking themselves up.

“so how do you do that, Magnus?” Izzy asked, giving him a sly grin.

“do you have like some sort of magic generator in there?” she gave Magnus a poke in the gut with a painted red nail. Before he could answer, Izzy gave a yell and sat up.

“hey, you haven’t got a belly button!” she cried and much to Magnus’s surprise she ran a hand over the ridges of his abs.

“ha, that’s crazy” Clary said and even she reached out to touch his warm smooth skin.

“wow, you’re really soft, do you use a moisturiser?” Clary said, looking up at him.

“yeah, no wonder my brother can’t keep his hands off you” Izzy said.

Alec made an exasperated noise and grabbed Izzy and Clary’s hands and lifted them from Magnus who was completed shocked that Clary and Izzy had dared to get gropey with him.

“You two need to keep your hands to yourselves” Alec said, glaring at Clary and Izzy as they got off the bed and went over to Simon and Jace.

“not all the time” Izzy said, and ran her hand under edge of Simon’s shirt before kissing him.

“I had no idea vampires could blush” Jace teased.

“Yes well, I think its breakfast time now the game of ‘check out the warlock’ has finished” Magnus said. He held up his hand once more and the blue flame appeared and he gave a click of his fingers.

“breakfast is served in the dining room” he told them and they headed down the hallway.

“you sure have fascinating siblings and friends, beautiful boy” Magnus said to Alec.

“is that what you’d call them? Half the time I prey to the angel not to run a seraph blade through them.”

C

Looking to the Future

“Hey Oz, what has Glynda looking like…..what the hell happened to you?!”

The headmaster of Beacon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He should have been expecting Qrow’s reaction, but that still didn’t make it any more welcome. “Hello Qrow, I take it you’ve been having a nice break.”

Qrow was not to be deterred as he walked towards the man’s desk. “Don’t change the subject, Oz. You look you haven’t slept in a week! Don’t tell me….”

Ozpin shook his head, his pounding from the desire for caffeine yet not taking a single sip of coffee. “I actually fell asleep last night.”

That seemed to startle the shape shifter, knowing full well the meaning behind those words. “You went to sleep on your own? Without Glynda making you take your sleeping medication?”

The headmaster nodded sternly. “Yes.”

The ex bandit seemed to be at a loss for words before he spoke softly. “So, another dream of the past. What was it this time, the war?”

Ozpin’s expression became even more solemn as he stared down at his coffee mug. “No, it wasn’t another’s memories I dreamed of.”

That got the tension in the air to rise ever so slightly, Qrow knowing full well that there was probably a very good reason the Headmaster has never really talked about his past. It was something he could understand all too well.

Seeing the expression on the huntsman’s face, the wizard quickly went to correct his train of thought. “It wasn’t my memories either. I’m pretty sure what I saw wasn’t the past, but rather the future.”

Qrow’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You can do that?!”

“I can’t control it if that’s you’re asking. It comes and goes, the images themselves can be bleary, and it can be frustrating as I don’t know exactly when those events will happen. Even after all these years, I feel as if I have barely scratched the surface of these powers. Compared to my predecessor….what I’ve accomplished is but a fraction of what he was capable of.”

Qrow sighed as he got closer to Ozpin, his voice comforting. “The King of Vale was the King of Vale, you’re you. What is it you told the newest maiden not too long ago?”

Ozpin felt his lips twitch into a smile. “ ‘No two people to hold the same power are alike. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Give it time and you will find yours.’ Those were actually my mentor’s words to me when I first began training. Granted, the rest of her training wasn’t particularly uplifting…”

“Still, I’d say it’s pretty good advice.”

The headmaster’s amber eyes darkened a bit at that. “Yes, but that maiden has plenty of time ahead of her, whereas I….”

The words made the atmosphere turn uncomfortable. In any other circumstances, Qrow would have pressed the older man for answers, but this was the time to show restraint. The headmaster needed to gather his thoughts before he could express them fully.

Finally he spoke. “I dreamt of my successor.”

Qrow couldn’t speak, all he could feel was utter shock at the calm manner at which Ozpin had said this.

The wizard smiled reassuringly before he went on. “Don’t worry, I still have plenty of time left. The old king told me when explaining this that he first dreamed of me long before he passed on. From what I’ve come to understand, the dreams usually start sometime between the future Wizard's conception and birth though from what I’ve read in the old writings it can start earlier than that. Still, it’s quite sobering to think about it. I knew it would happen eventually, but…..I guess I’m being selfish in having hoped for more time.”

Qrow shook his head. “I’d call that less selfishness and more human nature, Oz. Nobody likes being reminded they’ll die someday.”

Ozpin nodded, glancing back down at his coffee. “True, but it’s something I have to think about. Well, it just means I’ll have to accelerate some things.”

That left Qrow almost speechless. Most people upon learning that death was coming for them (even if it may not be for a while) tended to react in either anger or denial. Very few reacted to it as calmly as Ozpin. Even Qrow, who before Beacon had seen death as release rather than something to be feared, wouldn’t have been that calm.

Eventually, the corvid spoke up. “So…..what did you see of your successor?”

“I couldn’t really see what he looked like, it was very blurry, but I think he was with a girl his age and from the way they talking, they seemed…..close.”

Qrow had to bit back a laugh. “Wait…..are you telling me you saw your successor on a date?”

Ozpin’s amber eyes sharpened, his tone just as sharp. “This isn’t a joke Qrow!”

“Alright, alright. What, is falling in love forbidden?”

Ozpin finally took a sip of his coffee, trying to calm himself down. “Technically, no. There’s nothing really against loving someone, but that complicates things even more. All the memories I have of those that came before me; there is the constant struggle to balance their duty with their personal lives. As a result, it tends to make things very strained with loved ones when duty eventually wins out. Not to mention, it makes them targets. And after seeing the mess the King of Vale left behind with his family…..I decided to dedicate myself solely to my role.”

That piqued the corvid’s curiosity. “What kind of mess?”

Ozpin flinched before his expression returned to normal. “Let’s just say that in order to secure my path, he sacrificed someone else’s. It’s a long story and one I don’t particularly like telling. Suffice to say, seeing my successor getting attached to someone so quickly…..is worrisome.”

Qrow nodded in understanding, before sighing. “I see.”

That led to a silence with Qrow about to say more before he caught the expression on Ozpin’s face and stopped himself. It was as if the older man was debating whether or not say something. It seemed as if the desire won out in the end.

“Though, considering the same thing happened to me, I’m not in much of a positon to judge.”

Qrow was silent with surprise as Ozpin went on. “It was the first time I ever knew I loved anyone. The first time I was treated like a person and not a……Honestly, I was just happy being by that person’s side that I never felt the need to speak of my feelings. Besides, it was unrequited; that person was quite older than me and I think I was viewed more as a younger brother.”

The turn of events made the huntsman feel incredibly awkward, he felt like Tai would be able to relate more easily to this conversation. “I take it they’ve passed on a while ago.”

The headmaster’s hand went to the cross pin, clenching it like a life line.“Disappeared on a mission back when I was still young. I didn’t know for certain that person was dead until a couple of years ago. And all I learned just gave me more questions than answers.”

“Did that person know about…..?”

Ozpin cut him off curtly. “No, not at all. I mean, I’m pretty sure there were suspicions in that person’s mind that I wasn’t normal, but I never said anything and neither did anyone at the time who knew.”

“So Salem couldn’t known?”

“No, though I have no doubt she would have done something if she did. She always did want to hurt the Wizard in anyway possible, even brutally torturing and killing those who’s only crime was loving someone she despised with all her heart. From what I understand, that person fell fighting alone to regular Grimm. So, that’s a comfort I suppose.”

Qrow honestly didn’t see it that way, but the way this conversation was going bugged him. It then struck him that Ozpin had only referred to them as 'that person.’ Odd.

Then the mood shifted from the somberness as Ozpin changed the subject with an odd tone. “Oh yes, how’s Summer doing?”

Qrow answered, a little off guard. “Oh, she’s fine. Honestly, she’s got the patience of the saint to be helping out with Yang. Tai’s also getting a bit better.”

“That’s good, I hadn’t heard anything in a while. Anyway, there isn’t anything pressing at the moment so you could just head back. Enjoy what calm we can in this time.”

Qrow smiled, turning to walk away before he remembered something. “If you say so…..speaking of dreams, I really had a weird one last night.”

That seemed to pique the headmaster’s interest. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I was crying so much in my dream I woke up crying. Summer said it meant I was dreaming of someone I’ve yet to meet. Honestly, I’m still not sure whether or not my subconscious created some different form of Summer. Still, there were some stuff I could never associate with Summer and that girl who comforted the me as a crying child; I mean Summer’s cloak is white, not red….”

SHATTER!

The sudden noise startled the huntsman deeply as he saw the cause. Ozpin’s favorite coffee mug had fallen to the floor, shattering and causing the brown liquid to flow. And from Ozpin’s oddly twitching eyes and hand placement, it seemed as if the Wizard had dropped it himself.

Something that Qrow had thought impossible. “Oz, are you okay?!”

That brought the headmaster back into the moment as he sighed, looking down at where his coffee now was. “I’m fine, really….I better call in the janitor.”

“Are you sure?”

He raised his hand, halting any more inquiries from Qrow. “I’m fine. Just….very tired. Could you send Glynda in with my medicine? I think I’m ready to take it now.”

That wasn’t everything, but Qrow knew that Ozpin didn’t react well to pressing. You could only wait for him to tell you what was on your mind. “Alright, I’ll come back again next week. Call me if something comes up.”

“I will. Goodbye Qrow.”

That ended the conversation for the two, the shape shifter turning back towards the elevator. It wasn’t until the doors had closed behind Qrow and the sound of the elevator taking him down dinged that Ozpin finally letting out his real thoughts from his dream. “A girl in a red cloak….seems he doesn’t know the full superstition….still, it can’t be, but yet….”

That just led the man to let out the greatest sigh of his life. If this is Fate trying to funny, I am NOT laughing.


Here’s my sequel to my last musing. Lot’s of head canon territory, then again anything that is not directly contradicted by the source material can be seen as canon.

Next time, I think I’ll do something with Oscar.