put a towel down or something

My dear lgbt+ kids who bind their chest, 

If you think you have injured yourself while binding: 

1. Take off your binder, no excuses. You can cause serious damage if you don’t take it off. Take it off and don’t bind again until your symptoms are gone. I’m sorry to sound harsh but your health and safety is priority number one, so please listen to me. 

2. Are you in significant pain? Do you have difficulty breathing? Do you cough up blood or any discharge? Does it hurt badly when you try to touch the painful area? If you say yes to any of these questions, go to the hospital. You need immediate medical attention. You may have broken a rib or something worse. 

3. If you are able to breathe normally, you don’t cough and it only hurts a little, cool the area for 20 minutes (put ice in a ziploc and wrap a towel around it, don’t put ice directly on the skin!), then rest for 20 minutes, then take a warm shower, then rest again. While you rest, don’t lay down flat - keep your chest elevated! Do not put your binder back on. 

4. Does the pain not go away? Do you develop more symptoms? Do your symptoms get worse? Go to the hospital. 

More information and sources

General safety tips to prevent injury

Important: I’m not a health expert and do not claim to be one. Any health information on my blog is for educational purposes only and does not replace a doctor’s opinion! 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

Eye Contact (M.)

Originally posted by rapgodv

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.7k

Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.

Info: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3

Parts: 1 | 2 

You were laying on your bed, watching TV and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3 minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering, so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only looking at it. And those thighs…

“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a serious voice saying. 

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Wincest, well, duh, it’s me. 

Sam kissed Dean for the first time when he was fourteen.

It’s ‘bout time you tried some beer, right kiddo? Dean had grinned as he’d put a sixpack on the table and flopped down onto the motel room’s couch. Two beers in, and Sam’s liquid courage had him crawling onto Dean’s lap, nuzzling against Dean’s warm throat, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his big brother. “Dean,” he’d mumbled, sheer want bleeding into his voice, and Dean had gone stiff with resistance beneath him.

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[Fan Accounts] 170514 Japan Showcase Tour 'MEET ME‘
  • Jackson spotted a small Wang sign and he picked it up and was holding it for a while. I think MK noticed too and was pointing at it to show Jackson
  • Jackson took off his jacket, and Mark said “Jackson has so much swag”
  • They keep on joking Bambma has the most muscles, while Mark insisted Jackson has more
  • During Markson rap part in LOVE TRAIN, Mark touched Jacksons chest and tried to pull him closer
  • They tried to make Jackson dance MY SWAGGER but he didn’t want to so shouted Marks name instead
  • Jacksons white shirt was wet with sweat, and it was sticking on to him. MK said “wow Jackson you’re so sexy" 
  • Mark kept on trying to make the camera show Jacksons back, but Jackson sat down and put a towel on his back to hide his sweat
  • There was a Spanish Ahgase, and they made mark speak in Spanish. After Mark said me llamo Mark, Jackson tried to copy him and failed. Mark laughed
  • Mark tried to make Jackson take off his black tank, and Jackson was on his knees to make it harder. Mark literally was on top of Jackson. Jackson fell on to the floor after Mark got off him, Mark kept on trying to get Jackson up, and he was giving his hand to Jackson
  •  Mark did something (couldn’t see well) and Jackson looked into the camera dumbfounded. He then proceeded to chase MK around the stage
  •   Mark looked so happy, as he went under the stairs on the stage and Jackson followed him as they ran across the stage together
  • At the end, Jackson kept on trying to make Bambam take his shirt off, and Mark joined. Bambam ran away from his hyungs, but Markson ran after him across the stage and Mark happily ran after Jackson who was intent on stripping Bambam. Markson pulled Bambam back onto the stage, and Bambam was on the floor as they tried to strip him, JB came back on stage and helped then left again. Markson successfully did strip Bambam and Bambam ran away from the stage, while Markson threw his shirt into the stage. Mark left running behind Jackson
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Love Confession - Isaac Lahey Imagine (SMUT)

A/N: I wrote this sometime last year but never posted it for some reason I don’t know… So I thought it’s about time I do it haha. I hope you guys like it, I’d love it if you let me know what you think. Oh and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc. Other than that, enjoy!(:


Pairing: Isaac x Reader
Warning: SMUT! Unprotected sex, use protection guys!(:
Word count: 1556

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Sexy times in the bathroom.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan x Reader

Warnings - Smut. 

I asked you guys if a fic about yourself and Dan attempting to have sex in the shower but it turns out to be a fail would be something you would want to read. It was an overwelling yes so you know. I wrote it. Enjoy!

“I’m going to jump into the shower!” You had yelled to Dan to make sure he knew you hadn’t been kidnapped or anything. You didn’t hear a response but that could just be from his lack of response. You pulled your head back into the room as you unwrapped the towel from your body. The water had been running for a little bit so it was the perfect temperature. You normally would go head first and let the water wash completely over your head down to your toes. It was freezing in London and the fresh soft snow that flew through the sky didn’t help your temperature. Just as you were about to put the shampoo in your hair you heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it? Also, what’s the password?” You couldn’t help but ask in a sing-song voice.

“It’s me. Danisnotonfire. The password is probably something about branding. Can I come in? ” you laughed a little before telling him that he could come in. It was always weird for Dan to see you in the shower. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you naked before. Dan had in fact been one of the few people who had seen you in such a way. It just seemed to be a place for you to think and let go. You turned to see Dan standing near the shower eyeing you up.

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anonymous asked:

Andreil swimming ?? Andreil going for a run ?? Neil having to play backliner again for some reason I am currently unable to think about ???

Neil floated below the surface, letting a stream of bubbles dribble out of his mouth as he looked through the blurry water.

Somewhere in front of him he saw a splash as someone else entered the water. Waving his hands a little, he pushed himself to the surface in time to see Matt bob to the surface and wave to Dan to join him.

Since the Foxes had finally proven their metal in their battle against the Ravens, they were given a slight bump in their travel expenses for occasions like this when they would have been driving through the night and sleeping sore on a bus. The hotel wasn’t anywhere near five star, but it had a pool and that was enough for the Foxes.

Neil had been the first to jump in. The air was warm and he hadn’t felt refreshed by the quick shower after the game and the promise of cool water was very inviting. Or, that was his excuse if anyone asked. If he was being honest, he’d stayed in many hotels and motels with his mother while on the run, and had always wished he could use the pool but they never dared leave their room. Forbidden fruit always tasted the sweetest, even when it’s as simple as an over chlorinated pool.

Renee and Allison were soaking in the hot tub near by, Allison saying that a jacuzzi soak was the only way to recover sore muscles. Dan quickly followed Matt off the diving board, splashing him as she entered. Aaron was reading on a chair beside Wymack, Abby was calling out for no one to run on the slippery tile, and Kevin was of course getting in laps, fuming that the extra travel time meant they wouldn’t get in a morning practice.

Neil was wondering where Andrew had gone to until he felt a finger touch the top of his head and begin pushing him under. He waited to sink up to his nose before turning to see Andrew behind him, still wearing his arm bands. Part of Neil wanted to point out the hypocrisy of Andrew calling him an idiot for considering wearing a shirt to the pool to cover his scars, but he never actually would. He considered Andrew’s scars just as much battle scars as his own, but doubted Andrew felt the same.

He settled for “You better not let one of your knives fall into the pool.”

“They’re Renee’s knives, she can find it if she wants it.” He was clearly doing his best to maintain a bored and unaffected look while also treading water on the edge of the shallow end. Neil would have noted that too, had he not been trying to do the same. People like Matt and Kevin never seemed to fully appreciate their ability to touch the bottom of the average community pool and it was horribly unfair.

Neil swam to the side to hold on and relax a little.

“Not going to go under?”

“Your brain cells die when you hold your breath. Unlike you I use mine.” He put his arms on the side of the pool, watching Neil.

Neil opened his mouth to quip back but was forced under by arms from behind him, shoving him under and holding him there. Panic kicked in and visions of his fathers men overcame him as he began thrashing, elbowing the offender in the stomach before a fist grabbed him and dragged him back up.

The smell of alcohol hit Neil as he gasped in a breath and a slurred voice behind him was saying something about thinking an Exy player would have stronger shoulders to carry him. Matt was dragging the guy away while Kevin shoved off another drunk fan who was saying something about playing chicken with /the/ Palmetto Foxes.

Once he got enough air in his lungs he turned back to Andrew who was still gripping his forearm. Neil let him, not wanting to pull away from Andrew, who was giving as much a glare as he could at the drunk fans.

“Why is it always you that’s a magnet for problems?” His grip relaxed but his hand didn’t move from Neil’s arm.

“My guess is the scars. People think I’m tough.”

“Imagine being so fatally misinformed.” His other hand seemed to shake slightly, and Neil thought about the last time he and Andrew were in a motel. It had been a better ending than he had hoped for, but for Andrew it was hours of not knowing what was happening to Neil, only to see him return a shattered mess. For someone with as vivid a memory as Andrew, who couldn’t hear “please” without reliving his own trauma, it couldn’t be easy to be somewhere so similar.

“Lets go to the hot tub, I’m getting cold.” He made his way to the ladder, not having to look back to know Andrew was following. He remembered the comments from the others about Andrew doing anything he asked and was glad he had such a useless imagination that he never thought to take advantage.

Grabbing two towels on the way, he sat on the edge and lowered his legs to the knee into the water, Andrew sinking in beside Renee.

“You OK?” Renee put a hand to his knee, her kind eyes worried as she looked him over for signs of an emotional relapse.

“If you’re not, we’ve got lots of options to beat them up.” Allison lounged across from him but her eyes were anything but relaxed, ready to claw out the eyes of anyone who threatened her Foxes. Neil had to remind himself that every time he was hurt, it must remind her of what it was like watching Seth constantly self destruct, only to be found dead when she thought the worst was over.

He really hated being a reminder of terrible things to his Foxes, but he wouldn’t have fit in if he weren’t a disaster.

He put his towel over his shoulders and put the other over Andrew’s head, drying the hair he had gotten wet when he dunked down to drag Neil up. Neil noted the slight dip of Andrew’s shoulders and the way he leaned back against Neil’s knee as a sign he could continue. This he did take advantage of, letting his little fingers make nonsense patterns on the back of Andrew’s neck. He got a pinch for this but Andrew remained settled against him, so he just grinned and continued. Maybe he did have something for Andrew’s neck.

Soon the hot tub was filled with Foxes and their adult supervision, each making sure Neil and Kevin were OK from getting jumped on. Except of course for Aaron, who simply commented that Neil should have stayed where he could touch, as if he was one to talk.

A bottle of cheap wine that Wymack “found” and did not use travel expense on was passed around. Andrew eventually migrated to sitting between Neil’s legs as a buffer from the others touching him. Neil continued to idly wipe the towel over Andrew’s hair and shoulders while Andrew traced a finger along his submerged ankle.

They stayed far past closing time, most likely because the workers didn’t want to tell Andrew Minyard that he couldn’t do something.

Neil found he liked hotel pools. He smelled strange but there was something about sitting in a steaming hot tub with everyone he cared about, sharing wine, sharing stories, and able to care for Andrew in the small way he allowed him. Maybe out of state games weren’t so bad.

anonymous asked:

That Alex imagine was so great I loved it!! ❤❤❤ As for more Alex ideas could you maybe do one where he's trying to help the reader dye their hair and it goes horribly wrong but they're both laughing so hard that they don't mind and it finishes with them cuddling and being all cute and him saying something like he thinks they're pretty no matter what colour their hair is

I’m completely in love with this so yES,, hope you like ~

Alex Standall/fem!reader

“I’ve got the dye,”

“Ooh, I can’t wait to mutilate your hair!” Alex jokes, making fun of what you’d said when he offered to help you dye it. You shoved him with the box of red dye playfully, stepping into his house and through to the bathroom where he’d set up towels around the shower. You’d never dyed your hair before, and Alex was the only person you knew who probably could dye it.

“Take a seat, this could take a while.” He gestured to a wooden dining chair he had next to the sink, pulling it out for you to drop down onto, smiling at him while popping open the box and handing him the equipment.

“Do you want the instructions or…”

“Instructions are for the weak, don’t you trust me?”

“Whatever you say, Standall.”

He got to work, squeezing the thick, red chemicals into your hair and massaging it right into your roots, using a brush to paint it around the rest of your hair. It felt cold against your scalp, but his fingers pressing circles was so relaxing you never wanted him to stop.

“Does it itch yet?”

“Does it what? Itch?” As soon as he mentioned the word, you felt a crawling on your scalp.

“Yeah, this usually itches. I guess you’re lucky if it’s not.”

“Well I was lucky, you’ve just fucking triggered something!” This drew a laugh from him, until he went back to frowning in concentration.

“Alright, put the towel over your head and leave it for a while. I swear to god if you get red dye anywhere other than this bathroom…” you wrapped your hair into the towel, which was already soaking up the shocking redness of your hair. Scowling at the fact that you couldn’t scratch your head without getting dye all over you, you sat and talked to Alex until he decided that the time was right to rinse out the dye.

You stripped down to your underwear and bra, standing in the shower bent over so the dye could go straight into the drain. Alex followed suit, only taking his shirt off and grabbing hold of the shower head.

“This is oddly sexual.”
“I’m alright with that,”

The water was warm against your skin, and you relished in it; right until you opened your eyes at the sound of Alex laughing at seemingly nothing, seeing a stream of bright green crashing down from your hair against the white ceramic of the shower floor.

“What the fuck? Alex!” He turned the shower off and helped you out of the shower, still in fits about the fact that your hair had turned the completely opposite color. You didn’t find it funny, kind of upset that your money had been wasted on something that you hadn’t even seen, but already knew you’d hate.

“How the hell does red turn green?” You gave a short laugh, turning to the mirror and nearly lost your shit as much as Alex. Your hair was starting to dry and turn wavy, bright green threaded through your hair. “You should’ve read the instructions, you egg. It’s not even totally dyed!”

“Yeah, I guess I should’ve,” Alex admitted, calming down enough to pull you against his bare chest, though his chest still rose and fell with huffs of laughter.

“My hair is the actual color of sewage.”

“Shh, shut up, it hardly looks like the worst dye job ever,”

“Hardly the best?”


“Thanks.” You said sarcastically, unfolding your arms to cuddle yourself closer to him.

“You’re still pretty, no matter what color your hair may be.”

“Yeah, whatever, blondie.” You teased his own bleached hair (that you loved really and he knew it), touched he thought that your mess of a dye job looked complimentable.

“How do you feel about scrubbing down my red-I mean, my green shower?”

“Fuck you, Standall”

“I bet you would.”

Unknown King - part VII

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: Sugar daddy Bucky starts to emerge in this part

Word count: 1.8 +

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI


Originally posted by narminorujova

Originally posted by stardvsts

You spent Friday afternoon dodging butlers, gardeners, chefs and servers who were going in and out of the house, preparing for the party that would happen later that night. Bucky went away to meet someone for business arrangements. You lounged in your bedroom, staring down and watched as the workers unfolded the amusement park before you. Shea was putting fresh towels in the bathroom.

“What are you going to wear for the party, Y/N?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” You replied. “I’m actually not even sure if I should attend the party.”

“And why is that?” Her voice echoed in the cast bathroom.

You shrugged, “I don’t want to run into any of my coworkers and I also don’t want them to suspect anything.”

“I see,” She said. “Would you still like me to help you pick out something to wear?”

You nodded and walked towards the giant walk in closet that came with the bedroom. You had very little clothing so you only used the first floor of the closet. With Shea’s help, you agreed with a chair of worn out jeans and a shirt.

“I like it,” Shea said. “Very trendy.” She paused and placed a finger on her earpiece. “I have just received word that Mister Barnes has touched down and will arrive at any moment.”

She was right, about fifteen minutes later, the mansion gates were opened and a black SUV Cadillac rolled in. You walked out just as Bucky was climbing the steps. He smiled and pulled you in for a long lingering kiss.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” He said in his low voice. “Did you miss me?”

“Your trip war shorter than I realized it would be,” You said.

“Henry, my pilot does his job well,” He explained and looked over your head to see the commotion going on in his house. “I can see that the preparations are almost done.”

“Mister Barnes,” Ace interrupted. “Where would you like me to put the packages?”

Bucky turned to him before looking back at you, “Put them in Y/N’s room. I’m sure she’ll have a splendid time opening them all.”

You watched as three butlers grabbed two bags each and carried them into the house. Your lips parted and you turned to Bucky, he smiled at you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You said.

“But I wanted to,” He added. “Go on, I’ll be there in a bit.”

Although you probably should have argued with him some more, you couldn’t help but be excited about the new gifts. You’ve never been given more than 5 presents in your lifetime and now you were receiving 6 at the same time. You turned on your heel and hurried up the stairs, careful not to run into servers who were rushing around with trays of wine glasses. The butlers walked past you as you entered your bedroom.

You didn’t know where to begin. You grabbed the box white box that said ‘Jimmy Choo’, you opened it and instantly fell in love with the beautiful champagne heels that sat in the box. They fit you perfectly and put the box on your bed before moving onto the next gift. You pulled out a sheer gray robe with gray fur trimming. You immediately slipped it on and felt overwhelmed. All in all, you received two new dresses another pair of shoes and a brand new Macbook.

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked.

You turned and engulfed him into a kiss, “ I love it.”

“Almost forgot one thing,” He pulled out something from behind his back. It was a velvet rectangular box. He opened it and revealed a gorgeous pearl necklace that had over twenty pearls. You took it in your hand and continued to stare at it, not believing what was before your eyes.

“It’s beautiful,” You said.

“Picked it out myself,” He smiled proudly.

“But why?” You looked at him. “Why would you get it for me?”

“You deserve to get treated like the queen that you are.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to join the party?” Bucky asked.

You shook your head and balanced the glass of liquor in your hand. “I would much rather be here with you.” You looked out the window in his study. The pandemonium was in the courtyard. Men and women jumped into the pool and acted as if they were at a carnival. They danced wherever and with whoever they desired.

You had spent the entire time in his study, talking about his business trip and upcoming ones. You slowly grew tired of watching and turned away before sitting on the velvet sofa that was in the room. You leaned back and rested the glass on the coffee table. You closed your eyes just as Ace walked in.

“Mister Barnes it’s Mister Harrison,” He said.

“He’s here? Now?” Bucky asked. You opened your eyes to see an annoyed look flash through his eyes. “Will you be alright by yourself for a few minutes?”

You nodded.

“Sorry, doll, it’s business,” He said and followed Ace out the door.

Within the thirty minutes that he was gone, you had ordered five drinks. By the time he walked back into the room, you were quite tipsy. He looked angry but when his eyes fell on you, they softened and he pulled you into a kiss. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and held you against his chest. He sighed and you weren’t sure if you wanted to ask him about the event that just occurred.

“Have you seen the firework show?” He asked.

“From the small window in my cottage,” You said.

“What’s the point of coming to these parties if you miss the best part?” He grabbed your hand. “Come on, I’ll give you the best view.”

He led you to a door that was hidden behind a thick curtain. Bucky opened it and revealed a dimly lit spiral staircase. He motioned for you to go up and you did, without hesitation. By the time you reached the top, your thighs were on fire. You pushed the door open and stepped onto the roof. You looked behind you, Bucky emerged from one of the many towers that were built into the palace.

Bucky pointed to the horizon. “ The show’s about to start.”

Just as the words left his mouth, fireworks erupted throughout the sky, lighting it all up. It was one after another. You walked closer to the edge, Bucky held your waist close to his body. You looked down and watched as a man dressed in a suit was moving his hands as if conducting the fireworks himself. They sparkled in the sky in dozens of brilliant colors. A smile plays on your lips as you watched the mesmerizing show of color and fire.

Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention, you looked away momentarily and saw a few of Bucky’s butlers beating the shit out of an older man. You pursed your lips and immediately looked away. You looked back into the sky just as the last of the fireworks went off. They spread across the sky in giants balls of shimmering light. You turned and pressed a kiss on Bucky as the fireworks continued to rage on behind you.

You woke up in a room that was bigger than any you’ve ever been in. The ceiling was high, the chandelier was dark, its crystals were dim. The duvet was a silky gold color. The bed was large, making you feel small and alone. You sat up. Your hair was disheveled and your shirt was on the floor. The drapes were dark and covered the probably equally tall windows. You looked around, the second floor of the bedroom had tall shelves with clothes. Each cubby was full. You pushed yourself off the bed and grabbed your sheer robe that was draped over a chair. You picked up your shirt and hurried out of the room. The train of the robe billowed behind you as you rushed through the halls. You turned a corner and crashed into Shea

“Y/N!” She exclaimed. “I was just coming to fetch you from Mister Barnes’ bedroom.”

“Holy shit,” You said aloud. “His room is huge!”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been in it,” She said and shrugged onto the next subject. “Want me to take you to your room? The house is big, it’s easy to get lost.”

You nodded meekly.

You breathed in a breath of fresh air once you stepped into your bedroom. Shea opened the balcony doors, the thin curtains flowed in from the light gust of wind that was picking up.

“Mister Barnes in waiting for you in the kitchen,” Shea said. “Now I have some errands to run.”

“Thank you, Shea,” You smiled as she left.

You changed into something more comfortable before slipping on your robe and walking down to the kitchen. Bucky looked at you and smiled. You couldn’t help but feel sick.

“Morning doll, you look beautiful,” He said.

You gave him a forced smile, “Last night, did we…?”

He furrowed his eyebrows then shook his head, “God, no. You were drunk and half conscious, I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”

You walked over to him, cupped his cheeks and stood on your toes to kiss him, “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. Not that I don’t want to do that with you,” You quickly said. “It’s just that, I down want it to be like that.” You blushed furiously as the word vomit continued to spill out of your mouth.

Bucky smiled, “I know what you mean, love.” He kissed your forehead. “I made breakfast.” He showed you the plate of French toast.

Your mouth watered as you took the plate. The smell was so strong but so good. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you wolfed down three slices of the French toast. You leaned back in your chair and took a deep breath.

“That was delicious,” You remarked.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he said.

You looked around the kitchen. The vivid memory of the butlers beating up the guy was still burning in your head. You found yourself staring off into the distance, your mind going blank as you looked at nothing in particular. You forced yourself to look away, meeting Bucky’s eyes once again.

“I spaced out for a moment there,” You regarded.

Ace walked into the room, he whispered something into Bucky’s ear. He nodded and stood up, “I need to take this.” He walked out of the room with Ace trailing behind him. Shea appeared from around the corner. You needed to get out of the house for a while.

“Shea, would you like to come with me to the store?” You asked.

Her eyes widened momentarily, “Are you sure you want me to come?”

You nodded, “Yes, we can have someone drive us.”

“Okay,” She said. “I’ll have Thomas bring a car over.”

You felt like you were suffocating. Living in Bucky’s place was great but you only ever left the house when you went out on dates. It’s time you get some fresh air and go out on your own. You needed to clear your head and Bucky will be fine if he’s alone for a while.

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How Would  a Day With BTS at the Beach Look Like?

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

His first priority: sunscreen! He would never allow for his beautiful, white skin to get burnt. He would probably turn the action of putting on sunblock into a comfortable massage for you. You would relax in the shade for a while, talking about this and that and enjoying an expensive drink. Once it is not as hot anymore, he would go into the water with you and simply float on the waves. His favorite part would be watching the sunset with you, cuddled up next to each other and holding hands.

Min Yoongi (Suga)

This will probably be one of the most relaxing and revitalizing days in your life. Yoongi would stay in the shade and pull out his laptop to work on his new compositions. If he doesn’t feel like working, he would either read a book or relax in the shade while listening to music with you. Eventually, you would drag him to the water and he would enjoy the cool waves more than he will admit. When you are not looking, he would sneak up to you and splash some water onto you, smiling like a little kid.

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

Since he is the most energetic person in the group, your day with him at the beach would be full of movement and action. He would be so excited to see you in your swimwear and chase you around the beach, splash water at you and barely give you time to rest. Once you are too exhausted to run or swim, he would lay down on a beach towel and cuddle up next to you to enjoy the sun and your proximity. He would pull you closer and whisper into your ear how happy you made him by inviting him to go to the beach together.

Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster)

He would smile like a child the entire day and even the night before. He would make sure to bring a big bag with all the things you might need at the beach, including a waterproof bag for his phone, diving goggles and band aides (just in case one of you gets hurt). The two of you would collect sea shells and look at the small fish in the water. Namjoon would take lots of pictures with you and the scenery, planning to print them out and put them up on the wall of your shared apartment after your trip. 

Park Jimin

He would make no secret of how much was looking forward to seeing you in your swimwear. He would wiggle his eyebrows or wink at you and give you a suggestive smile. He would love for you two to do something active and thrilling, such as playing volleyball, riding a banana boat together or dive in the water. When you had enough and want to rest on your beach towel, he would pull you close and kiss you on your cheek, showing you how happy he is to share this moment with you.

Kim Taehyung (V)

He would definitely turn into a kid, telling you how excited he is to be at the beach and jumping up and down the entire time. After putting down your beach towel somewhere not too far from the refreshments area, he would run into the waves and have a great time making you run away from him by threatening you to pull you under the water. Once he had enough exercise, he would get coconut water for the two of you and enjoy the scenery from your beach towels. Later in the afternoon, he would want to go shopping for some new clothes for your next pleasure trip.

Jeon Jungkook

He would pretend not to care much about going to the beach, but growing up in Busan makes him very excited to see the ocean again. Jungkook would deliberately show off his muscular body and initiate a lot of skinship. He would even walk extra slow to check out your body from the back. Once you are in the water, he would want to compete with you who is the faster swimmer and who can hold his breath under water for longer.


“I groaned as I limped into our bedroom that night to find Rhys sitting at the desk, poring over more books. ‘“I warned you that Azriel’s a hard bastard,” he said without looking at me. He lifted a hand, and water gurgled in the adjacent bathing room.

Even removing my clothes would entail using muscles that had nearly given out. A chair scraped in the bedroom, followed by cat-soft feet, then- ‘“I’m sure you already know this, but you need to actually climb into a bath to get clean- not just stare at it.”’ I didn’t have the strength to even glare at him, and I managed all of one stumbling, stiff step toward the water when he caught me. My clothes vanished, presumably to the laundry downstairs, and Rhys swept me into his arms, lowering my naked body into the water. With the wings, the fit was tight, and-

I groaned from deep in my throat at the glorious heat and didn’t bother to do anything other than lean my head against the back of the tub.

‘“I’ll be right back,” he said, and left the bathroom, the bedroom itself. By the time he returned, I only knew I’d fallen asleep thanks to the hand he put on my shoulder. “Out,” he said, but lifted me himself, toweled me off, and led me to the bed.

He lay me down belly-first, and I noted the oils and balms he’s set there, the faint odor of rosemary and– something I was too tired to notice but smelled lovely floating to me. His hands gleamed as he applied generous amounts to his palms, and then his hands were on me.

My groan was about as dignified as they came as he kneaded the aching muscles of my back. The sorer areas drew out rather pathetic-sounding whimpers, but he rubbed them gently, until the tension was a dull ache rather than a sharp, blinding pain.”

Dawning in Dust: Part IX

Previous chapter

Lallybroch reminded Claire of the cuckoo clock Uncle Lamb had had in one of the few rental properties they’d lived in. Life was run on a schedule; the tenants and livestock the cogs and wheels of the machine that ran it. If one piece was missing or broken, time and progress would not move forward.

The Frasers had been the central piece of this land since the 1700’s, Claire learned. The Fraser ancestors built the house and their descendants inherited the property through generations of tradition and hard work. While modernized technology found its way into parts of the farm’s processes, the Lallybroch estate had remained one of the few working farms in Scotland that was fully self sufficient. Because of this, they continued to survive when the Last War ended.

The remaining Frasers were the heart and mind of the estate, the focal points of decision and order. Winter was fast approaching, which meant all supplies and livestock needed to be accounted for and properly protected once the weather turned. Caches of supplies were hidden and stored for the winter and the planting in the spring.

Claire found herself slowly finding her place in the workings of the farm, beginning her duties as the estate’s temporary nurse and lending a hand wherever needed. News that she would be staying for a time spread quickly through the little community. Most greeted her warmly enough, but Claire could sense the hesitancy; while her skills were useful, she was still an outlander and would have to earn her place among them.

She was given her own guest room on the second floor; it was cozy and quiet and had its own small fireplace in the corner. Compared to the last ten years of dorm room beds, army cots, and whatever patch of brambles looked the most comfortable, the luxury wasn’t lost on her every time she curled up under the already warm covers.

Jenny bustled about, tending to who knew how many mental checklists inside her head and making sure everyone was properly fed and cared for. Her son, Young Jamie, could be found following in the wake of his mother’s billowing wool skirt, either helping or causing trouble at inconvenient moments. Claire was happy to learn that Young Jamie’s birth had been uneventful; she hoped for the same for Jenny’s new baby.

Jamie, despite discomfort and Claire’s insistence on taking things slowly, was found outside with his tenants every day doing what he could. Claire found herself watching him; the knowledgeable way he addressed concerns; the way he carried himself, despite his healing back and muscles; how well he knew each and every person around him. James Fraser was a leader of men. She could easily see him on the battlegrounds of Europe, leading troops through the rubble that remained of great cities.


She turned at the sound of her name, echoes of gunshots and spark grenade explosions fading as Jenny came toward her. Claire breathed deeply and wiped her sweaty palms on her cargo pants. Flashes of the Last War weren’t uncommon for her, but unsettling didn’t begin to describe it.

“Are ye alright Claire?” Jenny asked, brow furrowed as she looked up into Claire’s face. Claire tried her best attempt at a smile.

“Yes, perfectly fine. Did you need me to help with something?”

Jenny gazed at her a moment before turning and beckoning Claire to follow her with a tilt of her head.

“It’s no so much what you can do for me as what I can do for you. Here, this way.”

She led Claire into a smaller building near the barn. Assorted plastic bins and bits of machinery were piled along the walls; Claire didn’t doubt that Jenny knew what was in every last one of them. Jenny was moving about, mumbling a bit as she surveyed the boxes. She was still light on her feet, despite the pregnancy.

“Ah here’s the one. Claire, could ye help me please?”

“What’s in this?” Claire asked as they managed to extract the bin from the middle of the pile and place it on the floor.

“It’s wool,” Jenny answered, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. “Ye’ve seen the sheep herd aye?”

Claire nodded, feeling the soft yet slightly scratchy material. It still smelled slightly of fresh dye.

“Weel, we shear them and then make the wool. It used to be for the tourists, ye ken. We’d reenacted the process of making the fabric but we used modern dye instead of urine and plants.”

“Urine?” Claire asked, eyebrow raised. Jenny laughed.

“Oh aye. It set the dye faster than anything else at the time. Dinna fash though. We still have plenty of dye to last us a long while yet.”

“It’s fascinating to me how this place has been able to survive, despite everything. You’ve all done a fine job.”

“Thank ye,” Jenny replied, appearing pleased. “Now, are ye any good wi’ a needle?”

“Yes, but only when dealing with flesh.”

“Och, we’ll manage. If you’d agree, I’d like to have clothes made for ye. Winter is coming on and I dinna think what ye have will be sufficient for the elements,” Jenny said, putting the lid back on the box.

“Oh you don’t have to,” Claire started, touched at the kind thought. Jenny gave her a blue eyed look.

“It’s the least we can do. Now,” she continued, discussion apparently ended, “Could ye please help me take this to the house. Mrs. Crook and I can take your measurements.”

Claire pulled the bedroom chair close to the fire and sat down, carefully balancing her hot cup of tea. The warmth from the flames and from the cup began to spread through her extremities, leaving her with a feeling of heavy limbed contentedness and well being. She curled her feet under herself, adjusting the tartan blanket into a cocoon of warmth. Halfway through her tea, she heard a soft knock at her door.

“Come in!” she called as quietly as possible, unsure of how many Lallybroch inhabitants were still awake at this hour.

The door opened to reveal Jamie, soaking wet, presumably from the cold rain that currently pounded against the roof overhead. His eyes briefly searched the room for her, his body going still once he caught sight of her. The wetness of his hair made the red go dark; his eyes were brighter than usual. After a moment, Claire cleared her throat.

“You can come in. I’m decent.”

Jamie blinked, looked at her as if judging whether she was playing a trick or not, then eased himself all the way in.

“Sorry to bother ye, Sassenach. I ken it’s late.”

Droplets of rain water pattered to the floor, prompting Claire to stand and reach for a towel. She was thankful for the clean set of pajamas Jenny had loaned her. While the legs were too short, the top fit well enough for warmth and coverage. Jamie didn’t move as she approached, but she saw a slight shiver run through him.

“I see you’re ignoring nurse’s orders again,” she said lightly, throwing the towel over his head to dry his hair.

Jamie made a Scottish noise, bending a bit at the knee to assist her efforts.

“I had a wee project I was overseeing today. Only just finished.”

He blinked owlishly as his head emerged from the towel. Claire draped it around his shoulders, careful not to put pressure on his back.

“I hope this ‘project’ is worth infected wounds and pneumonia,” she quipped.

Jamie laughed, blue eyes bright with humor.

“That’s actually why I came to see ye.”

Claire paused, looking up at him. She felt his heart beat under her hand, the cold rain water dampening his shirt, and his natural blazing warmth that seemed to keep any chill at bay. He was solid and immediate, his ruddy skin glowing in the firelight. Despite the healing wounds on his back, Jamie looked like the picture of perfect health.

“Are you not feeling well?” she asked, turning toward her chair. “Here, sit down..”

“Thank ye, Sassenach, but I’m fine,” he replied, one corner of his mouth curving upward. “It’s just that I’ve a wee surprise for ye.”

Claire blinked.

“What sort of surprise?” she asked.

“It wouldna be a surprise if I told ye before ye saw it.”

He was outright grinning now. Claire crossed her arms and smirked.

“If it has something to do with you getting sick or infected, I’m not sure I want to be a part of this surprise.”

“Scairt, are ye?”


“Hmm we’ll see. Meet me at the barn after breakfast tomorrow?”

Claire eyed him for a moment, then smiled and nodded. Jamie’s shoulder’s relaxed slightly; clearly he was pleased. They stood looking at each other for a few moments before Jamie cleared his throat and looked away.

“Well, I’ll leave ye to your sleep-”

“Wait,” Claire interrupted, catching his wrist as he was turning away. Jamie turned back, glancing at her hand on his before meeting her eyes. Claire smiled softly.

“Let me take a look at those bandages. They might need to be replaced.”

“Really, it’s alright-”

“Sit,” she said firmly, pushing the chair away from the hearth and replacing it with the footstool before rummaging through the medicine box Jenny had gifted her. Jamie hesitated a moment but accepted defeat. He exhaled and slowly lowered himself down onto the indicated stool.

“Rate your pain from one to ten,” Claire said, beginning their usual exam routine while helping him shrug out of his jacket.


Claire gave him a look.

“Aye, seven then,” Jamie admitted. “It’s starting to itch something fierce as well.”

“That’s good. It means you’re healing.”

Claire set the supplies on her vacated chair before helping him remove his t-shirt. Jamie grimaced, but made no sound as the soaked fabric pulled at his bandages. Claire handed him a fresh towel before putting his clothes over the back of the chair to dry.

“Alright, let’s see the damage.”

Most of the taped edges had started to peel off from getting wet. One deep wound had started to bleed again.

“I’ll have to clean this one,” she said regretfully. “The bandage came off completely.”

Jamie nodded, settling himself. They sat in companionable silence while she worked, the crackle and light of the fire creating a hypnotizing ambience. Jamie swayed a bit, tiredness betraying him. Claire finished with the cleaning and moved on to replacing all of the dressings.

Claire ran her finger down the edge of one scabbed over runnel, sealing the bandage covering it. Goose flesh sprang up on Jamie’s arms at the touch; the red gold hairs of his body standing up. His breathing had changed and he was unusually still. Claire swallowed. Suddenly, the room was feeling too small. Heat flooded her body with the knowledge that she was very much alone with him in her bedroom. She grasped at anything to distract herself.

“I have some exercises you can start doing once these wounds heal more. It will help strengthen the muscles again.”

“Thank ye,” he responded, turning his head slightly to smile at her over his shoulder.

Claire gently squeezed the shoulder in question, letting him know she was finished. She felt his eyes on her as she knelt in front of him, gathering spare bits of medicinals that she’d tossed in front of the hearth. The firelight sparked off of the gold ring on her left hand, catching her attention for the first time since she’d come to Lallybroch. A sudden wave of unexpected guilt washed through her and her breath caught in her chest.

“Sassenach?” she heard Jamie ask.

Her throat was too thick to answer without giving herself away; she tried to will the tears back down. She saw Jamie lean further over, trying to see her face.

How does he always know? she wondered.

“Claire, what’s wrong?” he asked, voice deep and filled with… something. Something she was too afraid to name. She sniffed, wiping away a tear that had made its way down her cheek.

“It’s nothing. I was just… just thinking about my husband.”

“Ah lass,” he said softly. “Is… is he not alive?”

Four years. Four years of being completely alone again; when the Last War ripped the only two people Claire had left in the world away from her. She’d cried for them of course but had never truly grieved. And now, in a strange land amongst strangers, Claire’s enduring walls dissolved.

“No,” she said, tears falling freely now. “No, he’s not alive.”

Jamie knelt beside her, wrapping her in his arms as she sobbed uncontrollably. A large, warm hand went up and down her back as he whispered soothing words in Gaelic. The hand moved to her hair, smoothing it out of her face as she began to regain control of herself. Claire leaned into the touch. Sniffing, she opened her eyes and met his; blue and fathomless and so, so close. He glanced at her mouth and back up again, his hand tightening imperceptibly in her hair.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking away, heart beating heavily in her chest. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Dinna fash, lass,” Jamie replied softly, giving her a sad smile as he wiped a stray tear away. He put a finger under her chin to make her look at him again.

“Ye need not be scairt of me,” he said seriously. “Nor of anyone else here. So long as I’m with ye.”

Claire merely nodded, unsure whether to return to him or pull away. Jamie sighed.

“Ye need sleep, Sassenach,” he said gently, rising from the floor before giving her a hand to help her up.

“You do too,” she replied, giving him a shy smile as she walked with him to her door. He smiled back, hand moving as if to touch her again, but he stopped himself.

Don’t stop, she thought.

“Goodnight,” she said instead, searching his eyes.

Stay. Please.

“Goodnight Claire,” he said softly. “I’m right down the hall if ye need anything.”

I want you to stay.

“Thank you, Jamie. For.. for everything.”

Don’t go.

“I’ll see ye in the morning. Sleep well, Sassenach.”

Jamie left, moving quietly down the dim hallway to his own room. Claire waited for the click of his door shutting, but the sound never came. She sighed, berating herself for dissolving into an emotional mess, and shut her own door. Exhaustion won out over tidying up the room. She crawled into bed, buried herself in the tartan blanket, and gave into sleep and uneasy dreams.

Shower Situation

Hey can you do situation 20 with quote number 3 please? PanxReader with some smutty action?

3. “Says the one who’s trapped with no where to run.”
20. you’ve just taken a shower at my place and your towel just slipped oh god

warnings: smutty af
1825 words

“It’s on the left,” you said to Peter, a hand gesturing down the hallway in your apartment. “Everything you’ll need is in there - soap, towels, whatever.”

“Thanks, love,” Peter replied, sauntering down the hall to your bathroom for a shower. As soon as you heard the the door click shut, you tried desperately to avoid thinking about the soon-to-be-naked body now in your private washroom. What had you been thinking, allowing him to clean up in here? The pair of you had just returned from an afternoon run around Storybrooke, and returned to your flat to clean up before you went out to eat.

You tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t a date, because it most definitely was not. Not at all.

Wasn’t it?

An unmistakable tension had been tugging between you and Peter for some time now, and you told yourself that it was just the ordinary bond of blooming friendship, nothing more. But the looks you’ve been catching him give you lately… It pulled at something in your heart, hinting that something larger was at play.

And you’d be damned, but he had looked so enticing today during your run. It had been no easy feat, sneaking glances when you were sure he wasn’t looking, but the glimpses of his muscles shifting under his damp shirt…


This was bad. This was very bad.

You could not get involved with a bad boy like Peter. You knew their kind all too well, and yet, Peter still managed to surprise you.

He was cocky, yes, and that arrogant smirk he was constantly giving you made your palms itch to slap that perfect fucking face of his, but…

He was also kind, and sweet, opening doors for you like a gentleman and always offering you a swig of his water during your daily runs. When Peter first arrived, you knew that the ex-villain would of course be intelligent, but you had underestimated just how clever he would be. And funny. God, that boy had made you laugh ridiculously hard more times than you could count, and it scared you when you realized just how much you enjoyed joking around with him. Enjoyed being with him. Maybe going on a date with him wouldn’t be so-

“(Y/N)?” A clear voice rang throughout your apartment, breaking you from your reverie. You looked up from where you were perched on one of the couch’s armrests, standing when you heard your name called. Peter stood at the entrance of your hallway, clad in nothing but a towel around his waist.

Oh fuck.

“I think I left my bag on your couch. It’s got my spare clothes in it.” Indeed, when you looked down, you saw the small backpack resting amongst the cushions. Swiftly, you plucked it up and strolled over to where Peter stood, eager to get him to put on something, anything on that bare chest of his. You forced your eyes down, forbidding yourself to look at him, but they led you astray, flicking up for just a small glimpse, for just a little peek at-

Muscle. Wet and glistening and you wondered if it would be as smooth as it looked if you were to touch it. His body was long and lean - a hunter’s body, you noted, primed for stalking prey and the like. You were damned.

“Right. Here it is.” Somehow, you made your way over to him without drooling, and handed over the bag. And maybe if you had carefully placed the bag strap in Peter’s waiting palm before rushing away, you would have been saved from eternal embarrassment. But you couldn’t stand being so close to his damp form, and had lightly tossed the bag towards him, missing his hand completely, the bag snagging on the towel, and pulling, pulling, pulling down.


The backpack landed with a soft thud, the towel pooling around Peter’s ankles, and then he was naked, fucking naked barely two feet in front of you, and as before your mind could process what was happening, your eyes, those two traitorous bastards, flicked down. And it was in that moment in which you were truly, and royally, fucked.

It was only a second, one tiny, traitorous second, but by the time your eyes guiltily flicked up to Peter’s, you knew it was over, even as you tried to convey a look of innocence and ignorance across your face. His observant green eyes did not at all miss you looking at him, at every glorious inch of him, and his shocked expression morphed into one of arrogance, his signature cocky smirk now plastered on his plump lips.

Holy. Shit.

Peter took a slow step towards you, and immediately you backed away, more and more and his predatory steps grew more confident until finally - a thud.

Your back hit the wall, and the prey was locked in by a completely nude predator. Peter’s forest green orbs had darkened to an emerald shade, carnivorous as he eyed you with a hungry gaze, a feral smile reaching his ears.

This was the villain you had forbid yourself from getting too close to, the forbidden fruit you had not allowed yourself to taste. But it would be so good to taste, you thought, and immediately your mind shut a wall down over those thoughts. No. Peter was not for tasting.

Your mental wall soon dissolved when you noticed a droplet of water on Peter’s bottom lip, which was curled into a smirk as both as his arms caged you in, his hands resting on either side of your head. You wanted to lick that damned droplet, hell, you wanted to suck it right off, but instead you turned your head to the side, away from Peter’s lithe, naked body, doing anything to not give in to his intense gaze.

“I’d move away if I were you,” you began as coolly as you could. “I just might leave and eat without you.”

“Says the one who’s trapped with nowhere to run,” was Peter’s smooth reply, and he tilted his head to try and get a look at you.

“You’d keep me trapped, then?” You needed confirmation that he would hurt you, something to help you move on from this silly boy, and forget about him. You needed to know that he was just another bad boy waiting to use and discard you. It would make it much easier to distance yourself then.

But Peter backed away, his strong arms pushing off from the wall behind you, and he stepped back a few feet, his body still on full display.

Still fully naked. 

This time, your eyes were fixed hard upon his face, unwavering. “Smart boy,” you remarked, and moved to leave your apartment. Yes, you lived here, but you’d be damned if you stayed here with him for another fucking moment. Too much was happening and you needed to sort out your thoughts. As you moved past him however, you felt a strong grip on your arm, stopping you in your tracks, and his voice drawled out, the tone of it tormentingly passionate.

“Did you like what you saw?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was throaty growl, deep and guttural, as though he couldn’t help himself from asking. It pissed you off. Who the hell did he think he was to tease you like this? You hissed out a quick response.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” you spat, and you relished the seemingly jealous growl he gave out.

“That isn’t what I asked,” Peter replied, and you slid out of the grip he held on your arm.

You stalked over in front of his naked form, quite angry now, and glared up at him as you seethed, “I don’t owe you a damn thing, Peter Pan.” You chest was heaving, your heart thundering so hard you almost wondered if he could hear it, and you noticed that you were so close to him that the air mingled between you, the feel of his hot breath tickling your face, the scent of your soap invading your nostrils. Peter’s golden locks were damp, combed back from his face, and that damned droplet was still there, still hanging on his fucking lip. Peter noticed your gaze, the yearning on your face, and he smirked, knowing exactly how to coax you into giving him what you both wanted.

“Come now, (Y/N),” Peter murmured, his voice rich with lust. “Play with me.” He dared to cup your chin with a warm hand, and that droplet on his lip quivered as he spoke. And that was it. You leaned in, snatching his lips in yours for a kiss, sucking and nibbling and needing as your arms wound around his neck, his own arms pulling you in by the waist. He growled in approval, pushing you back up against the wall as he pressed his body against yours. You felt his hardness nudge against your inner thigh, and it was your undoing.

You unwound your arms from his neck, tugging down your shorts until you felt Peter’s hands on top of yours, pulling the clothing down for you. You gasped at the feel of cold air hitting your core, and your mouth opened even wider as you felt a warm hand suddenly cupping you, Peter taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. This had been a long time coming. You had wanted him, and thank goodness he had desired you as well, because the smolder between you and Peter had finally exploded, the flames of both your arousals dancing as you sated each other’s needs.

And it was good. It was hot and steamy and good as Peter lavished you, fucking ravaged you as you both eventually made your way into your bedroom, loving and fucking and loving until the sun had set, and the moon had lazily begun rising into the sky. Cool light poured in from the windows, bathing you both in a calming light as you lay entwined each other in bed a long while later, utterly exhausted from blissful release.

“I’m starving,” you managed to force out, surprised at how wretched your voice was. You had moaned and mewled so much that your voice was now throaty and low, utterly spent from screaming Peter’s name, and the boy chuckled at your declaration, his nose burying deeper into the crook of your neck. He lay atop you, and neither of you had enough energy to roll him off. No, all of your energy had gone into satisfying that pleasure-filled ecstasy, although you weren’t going to complain about that.

“Well,” murmured a tired, English accent, “I don’t know about you, but I will not be going out to eat anywhere tonight.” You smiled at that, idly stroking Peter’s back, your hand gliding over the smooth muscle.

“We’ll spend the night in, then.” And you did.

And it was perfect.

I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 3

*PART 1* | *PART 2*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1757 (you had waited so long so extra 400 words for you) 

Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, sexual content (not even “some”), presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug, violence, wounds, mention of abuse in the family, not-very-graphic rape. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.

A/N(IMPORTANT): As you see I’m back! Thank you again for almost 1000 followers! Check out my “I’m back” post. I hope you will like this part. According to your requests, I created the tag list, so if you want to be on it let me know. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again.

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As always the thoughts are write in italic.

Originally posted by dailyjugheadjones

“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. 

I looked at his face. His eyes were concerned on my arm. He was looking at the big bruise. Not thinking what I am doing I touched the purple mark.

“Fuck” I mumbled when the sharp pain run through my arm.

“Did you picked me up from the party?” I asked, and his eyes move to my face.

“No” he took a pause “I found you at near to the Drive-In”
Near to?


I stumble again, but the strong hand caught me again.

“Maybe you take off your shoes” I couldn’t locate the source of the words. Maybe they were from my head. I looked at my feet, and I realised that they were bare. Where did my shoes go? I looked around. The Reggie’s house was just a little dot of light in the distance. How long was I walking?

“Everything is fine” the voice, or maybe just a whisper in my head repeat itself. Fine. F i n e. F i n e.

“Yeah, it is” I tried to say, but my mouth didn’t move.


“What? What, the hell, I would be doing in the Drive-In? What the hell were you doing in the Drive-In in the middle of the night!” Suddenly I felt that I started crying. I wanted the answer, but at the same time, I didn’t want to hear it. Near. I wasn’t prepared to hear it.

I stood up, took the clothes out of his hands and run into the bathroom closing the door when I stepped over the doorsill.


My eyelids felt soo heavy. I wanted to sleep. Now. I stopped and tried to sit on the ground but I couldn’t. Something was stopping me.

“Not here” the low voice, somewhere, from someone. Where is it coming from?

Cold air on my face. The stand of my hair in my eyes, when I was shaking my head. The world turned into one colourful stain. It is beautiful. The sudden pain run through my cheek. All of my thoughts stopped. I touched my face. My cheek was burning.


I looked into the face in the mirror. It can’t be me. The (Y/H/C) tangled hair was covered in the dirt and dried blood. The big bruise on my left cheek was reaching my eyebrow and eye. I lightly touched it with my fingertips, but I quickly moved my hand back when I felt the pain. My face was covered with lots of small cuts. My hands were shaking when I pulled Jughead’s T-shirt off over my head. I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t control my breath. I sat on the cold floor. I covered my head with my hands. The tears started to flow.
I heard the quiet knocking to the door.


The ground moved. Or maybe I moved. The ground was growing apart from me. Am I flying? Yes, I am definitely flying. Something was touching my right cheek; I touched it with the free hand. Where is my other hand? It was hair? Yes! Beautiful hair. Soft, soft hair. I rubbed the strain around my finger. So beautiful. I smiled. I am not flying someone is carrying me. Is it my dad? I remember that my dad used to carry me like that. I pulled the strain of hair harder. I want it. Some weird noise. Is it a word? I felt that something pulled my hand from that hair. Pain in my arm. I closed my eyes. Soo beautiful.


“(Y/N)” Jughead’s voice was more like a whisper. The doors move slightly but he didn’t press the handle. Probably he leant against the door. I moved closer to the door. But I didn’t answer. I cried and cried. He didn’t say anything else, but his present made me feel safe. Knowing that someone is near was good. Finally, I calmed down.

“Did you dress this… my… wounds” my voice was hoarse.

“Yes,” I was grateful that he didn’t try to talk sooner, that he was just sitting there. Suddenly I realised that I am embarrassed. He saw me like that when even I couldn’t look at myself. He was seeing me all that time when I woke up and when he was talking to me in the morning and he didn’t even twitch. I covered my face with my hands, but I felt the pain.

“I need to know what happened” I felt that the tears appeared on my face again.

“Okay,” his voice made me calmer.

I needed to shower. I probably needed to change the dressing.
“I think first I need to take a shower.”

“Okay” he repeated

I closed my eyes. I peeled all the dressings. And I stepped into the shower. The water started to flow. I ignored the pain when water touched my wounds. It felt good. I stand under the shower till water falling on the tiles wasn’t red anymore. Then I turned off the water.

I saw big white towel near to sink. I dried myself and looked in the mirror. The long cut on my back, small cuts under my ribs, a lot of bruises all over my body. I couldn’t look at myself.


I felt that we suddenly turned left. I opened my eyes. The light for the streets was becoming more and more distant. The smell of the woods. I loved that smell. I smiled, when I was little, we use to go to a picnic with my parents. We are going to picnic. My dad is carrying me. Is it my mum. Yeah, she is walking right after us. But why she stopped. “Mum!” I wanted to shout but now words fell from my mouth. I tried again but I only opened and closed my mouth. Where is she now? Archie, Archie were is Archie? Is he carrying me? The branches were cutting my face. The woods, woods were good. The woods meant safe.


I wrapped the towel around my body when two bruises on my collarbone caught my attention. They were medium-sized, almost round. It’s just like… I felt sick. I managed to reach the toilet before I thrown up. I heard that the doors opened and I felt that Jughead hold my hair. He put his hand on my back, but he quickly moved it away when I cringed.


“Thank you.”

“I will bring you a glass of water.”

I sat on the floor and tried to calm my breath.


Suddenly I felt that I was falling. Or maybe flying. Maybe both or neither. My feets touched the ground. Cold dirt, small branches, leafs. Suddenly soft lips crashed hard on my lips. Big hands on my back. Unknown lips separated from mine. I looked how they moved. They were saying some. I didn’t hear the words. Any words. “Zipper”? “Facking zipper”? That’s it! I smiled. I guessed the words. I felt the cold on my back and then the sound of tearing material or maybe first there was a sound. I wasn’t sure…


After couple minutes Jughead was back with the glass of water and the first-aid kit. I took the glass, and I drank it.

“You should probably dress this wound on your back because the blood already seeped through the towel.”

“Fuck. Jughead I am so sorry!  I ruined your towel. I will buy you new one”

“Calm down. It’s okay.”

“But your towel?”

“It wasn’t expensive or something”  he smiled. And put the first-aid kit on the sink. And stood up. I bit my lip. Fuck.

“I will probably need help with my back” I felt that I started to blush.

“Okay,” he said, and  I saw that he is also blushing. He took the first-aid kit and stood there not knowing what to do. It is equally awkward for the two of us.
I stood up, brushed my hair aside and slid down the towel, so the wound was visible.

I hissed when he wiped the wound with disinfectant.


“It’s okay.”

Jughead has really warm hands. He quickly finished. I was really impressed.

“You are good at it,” I said when I looked at the mirror.

“Yeah, sometimes there are things you just need to learn” he mumbled.


He didn’t answer, and he walked out.


Lips on my lips. Lips on my neck. Hands on my back. Lover and lover. Why am I soo cold? Why is the room cold? The sound of breaking branches I have to turn the heater. But where is the heater? I tried to take a step back, but I couldn’t locate my legs. Do I have legs? Now I was sure that I was falling. Sharp pain in my back, even worse in my head. My eyes are soo heavy.


I put on Jughead’s clothes and brushed my hair. Using someone’s brush was weird, but in this situation, I couldn’t care less. I looked into to mirror and signed. I walked out of the bathroom. The smell of grilled cheese directed me to the kitchen.

“I guess I should make pancakes, but my cooking skills aren’t so significant,” Jughead said when I walked into the kitchen.

“Don’t be ridiculous, sandwiches with grilled cheese are perfect,” I said and smiled

“Do you want coffee or orange juice?”

“Juice is fine.”

“It’s in the fridge. Glasses are here,” he said and pointed the cabinet behind Jughead.

The kitchen was very very small. I took one glass

“Do you want juice too?”

“Why would I say glasses in plural if I wouldn’t?”

I rolled my eyes. I took another glass and opened the fridge. It was almost empty. What am I talking about it was completely empty! The only thing inside was the carton of orange juice and bottle of ketchup. I looked at Jughead who was putting the sandwiches on the plates. I realised that I didn’t know anything about this guy. This morning we had the first conversation. Well, probably yesterday was our first. I felt that shiver run through my body. I didn’t want to think about it when we were eating. But how is it possible that I felt so comfortable next to the stranger.

How did I end in his bed? Did I sleep with him? What happened yesterday? “Are my guesses real?” I took the carton and closed the fridge.



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Imagine Rowena and magic bath bombs...

To punish people, Rowena uses a bit of their hair, like a polyjuice potion, and traps people in a bath bomb. When you drop it in your tub, that person appears.

*drops a green bath bomb, turns around to put something on the corner, turns back around*

Dean Winchester is now in the tub, arms and legs hanging out of the side. Soaked in green water Dean starts looking around your bathroom. 

“What the? Where? SON OF A BITCH!”

*drops a red bath bomb, turns around to put something on the corner, turns back around*

Sam Winchester is now in the tub, legs going up the wall off the back of your shower, trying to pull himself out without smashing his face into the faucet.

*Distressed moose noises echo from the walls*

*drops a blue bath bomb, turns around to put something on the corner, turns back around*

Castiel is now in the tub, he immediately sits up, looking around the room. His head tilts slightly to the side as his eyes narrow, trying to place you. 

“I feel as though I am interrupting something right now.”

*drops a purple bath bomb, turns around to put something on the corner, turns back around*

Crowley is now in the tub, sitting up he carefully stands, trying to shake off the water without getting it everywhere. 

“Hello darling, so sorry to intrude. This is, well, incredibly awkward, for both of us. Have to run though, mother needs a visit.” *fingers snap*

*drops a black bath bomb, turns around to put something on the corner, turns back around*

Lucifer is now in the tub, slowly sitting up he takes in the black water, his soaking clothes, and then turns his attentions to you standing there in a towel, eyeing you up and down. 

“Well, this is…interesting. I just hope I’m not the only one who’s wet here.” 

Amsterdam 3.0

Prompted by “Amsterdam by Gregory Alan Isakov”.   You live with Trent Seven, Tyler Bate, and Pete Dunne, nothing can go wrong there right?  Recently tensions have been running high. (A lil disclaimer ‘you look so precious with your bloody nose’ is from Kings of Leon, I do not own that)

Part One, Part Two

This chapter involves: Pete Dunne x Reader

Word Count: 1,834

Warnings: NSFW, fighting, blood, whoa man what isn’t in this

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Panting he looked down at you with a small smile “was that, okay?” He asked with a light blush to his cheeks.  Smiling you gently pulled his face down to yours and placed a soft kiss to his lips “it was amazing” you whispered.  Both of you froze however when you heard the front door open.

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I Don’t Love You Anymore

“Just leave me alone Y/N!” the brown-eyed boy screams at me, shattering my heart into a million and one pieces as he jerks my hands off him. I know he’s been stressed lately, he’s been in the studio two or three days at a time; coming up with a new album has been hard on him, all the guys really. Shaking my head at his tone, he doesn’t really mean that he’s just upset, I crawl back over to him and massage his broad shoulders, giving a gentle kiss to the back of his neck. “Cal, baby what’s–

“Will you stop! I’m not in the mood” he says in a calmer but still forceful tone as he snatches his phone of the bedside table opening to scan through Instagram. “Baby you’re just stressed and you need to release” I whisper in his ear, “Take it out on me,” I say as I bite down on his ear. “Y/N, I don’t need to release. I need for you to leave me alone. Gosh, you’re so frickin’ needy!” he says as stands up and glares at me. “Well sorry for wanting to show some affection to my boyfriend,” I snap, “I spent so much into this night only for you to piss all on it! I swear sometimes Calum, I wonder if you even love me anymore,” I sob as I snatch the covers off of me and storm to the bathroom.

“I will not cry! I will not cry over his douchey attitude,” I repeat to myself looking at my reflection. This was supposed to be a good night, like I said, I knew he was stressed and I was gonna help or let him take it out on me, if ya know what I mean. I went all out for tonight too, I took off work to get my hair and nails done, went to Victoria Secret to buy that new lilac lingerie set he’d been hinting the past few weeks for me to get. Went to the grocery store to buy all the ingredients needed to make his favorite dinner and stopped by the liquor store to pick up a bottle of Tenuta Tignanello, our favorite wine. I lit the whole house with small vanilla candles and had John Mayer playing softly in the background. For sure, I thought, this will be the night to release the tension between us. However, that notion was quickly thrown out the window once he stormed in the house, spewing curses about today’s horrible studio session.

                                            EARLIER THAT NIGHT

I’m humming along to Your Body is a Wonderland while pouring the wine in glasses when I hear the door slam and the butterflies in my stomach flitter frantically. I yank down the ends of my bralette, ensuring my cleavage was well on display and run my fingers threw my y/c/h to tease the loose curls the hair dresser put in. I hear Calum mumble something as grab the glasses and walk closer to where he’s at. “Dang it, y/n! Why the hell are there frickin’ candles all over the place!” He screams causing me to jump and drop the glasses of wine onto the kitchen floor, that’s gonna leave a stain. “Frick,” I hurry and grab paper towels to clean up the red, sticky liquid. “Y/N!” he screams once again, making me abandon the floor and run to him as I go to see a mini fire beginning to grow on our coffee table. “Oh my goodness!” I scream, “How did this happen?” I yell as I run back to the kitchen to get some wet towels, “All I did was throw my keys on the table and it knocked over the stupid candle. Why are there candles everywhere?” he questions again in annoyance. Ignoring him, I run back to him and smack the wet towel against the table until the fire disappears and a sigh of relief washes over me. “What the frick y/n!” he shouts, “You could’ve set the house on frickin’ fire!” “I was just trying to do something nice for you Calum,” I mumble softly. He scoffs as he looks me up and down, “What are you even wearing?” he asks, his demeanor catching me offguard. Did he forget the countless texts of “Babe you should get this” accompanied with a picture of this set he sent me. “I-it’s the set you wanted me to get. You said you’d thought it’d look good on me,” I say softly, nervously wrapping my arms around my body. I hate when he makes me feel like this, weak.  “What are you doing, y/n?” he asks looking around the house.  “I–umm, I made dinner and thought we could have a night together, just the two of us” I quietly say, looking everywhere but him. “I’m not hungry” he says as he marches upstairs and shuts the door.


I hear two soft knocks and a soft voice mumble, “I’m sorry.” Of course he’s sorry. I throw some cold water on my face to stop the stinging from the back of my head spreading any further. A feeling of release washes over me as I give in and let the tears freely fall from y/s/c face. Gosh, I hate him sometimes! How can someone be the love of your life yet brings you unbearable pain. Deciding it wouldn’t help crying about it but the best option should be talk to him since that’s what adults do. I wipe the tears and walk out the room to find Calum nowhere to be found. “Cal?” I question as I walk down stairs looking all through the house to found him gone. I weakly laugh, of course he left, what else does he do? I question as I grab the bottle of wine and head back up to bed, the beautiful, now,  cold dinner I made still left untouched. I realize I’m crying again once the tears drop onto my freshly manicured toes as I weakly climb up the stairs. “What happened to us?” I cry out. Walking into the room, I set the wine bottle down as a take off the lingerie and throw on a t shirt of his on the floor. I climb into bed and my foot rubs against something, a piece of paper.


I’m writing this note because I don’t have the balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.


A/N: Hello beautiful people! This is my very first post! *screech* I wanted to start writing imagines because I thought there are never enough imagines, am I right? Plus, I reallly love to write and I’m constantly daydreaming about the boys, so why not write about it? So, tell me what ya’ll think, please message, ask, like, love and all that jazz! I’m thinking about making a part 2 but I kind of like the ending where its at, what ya’ll think? Requests are open :)

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 2

thezol  asked:

Heeey Cath! I'm hoping that you are doing okay and that life is treating you well, you know, yesterday I was happily thinking about your amazing AUs when I *gasped* realizing something... you know what the Vld Fam needs? SLAV! the wacky old neighbor who shares the same workplace with our beloved Dr. Takashi Shirogane who simply *adores* him *evil laugh*


[The Voltron Family] Keith just got out of the shower and he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. He entered the walk-in closet they have in the master bedroom and Shiro already had pants on and was trying to find a nice dress shirt for work. It was a typical morning for the Shirogane Family. Keith began drying his hair with a smaller towel and he saw his phone lit up. He checked it and grinned as he walked towards Shiro because his husband was near the underwear section of the room.

Keith: *bends down to get a new pair of underwear* So, I just got a message.
Shiro: *still finding a shirt* *not looking at Keith* Hmm? From who? 
Keith: *puts on his boxers* Well, a reminder actually. 
Shiro: Ah. *FINALLY finds the shirt and grabs it* A reminder about what?
Keith: *puts on pants* About dinner.
Shiro: *buttons his shirt* *faces Keith* Are we celebrating something? Am I forgetting a monthsary or something? *eyes widens*
Keith: *shakes his head and faces Shiro* You know we don’t do monthsaries anymore. We’re married for, like, what? 10 years? *raises an eyebrow* *elbow leaning up on the wall while his left hand was on his waist*
Shiro: *stares at Keith and grins* And every morning you give me what photographers experience when taking photos of a model.
Keith: *snorts* *straightens himself* Too early for flirting, Takashi. *turns around to grab a button up shirt*
Shiro: *approaches Keith* *grabs a navy blue button up with thin white stripes* Hmmm, I think this would be nicer for you today.
Keith: *ponders* You think so?
Shiro: *places the shirt in front of Keith* *squints* Yeah. It’s perfect.
Keith: *smiles* Alright. *grabs the shirt and begins putting it on* Anyway, about the text message.
Shiro: *laughs* Oh right. We were talking about that. *grabs a pair of socks*
Keith: *snorts* Keep up, old man. *grabs a necktie* It’s—
Shiro: Let me do that for you, sweetheart. *does Keith’s tie* Continue.
Keith: Anyway, it was a message about our formal dinner later. About someone joining us. 
Shiro: *sticks his tongue out while working on Keith’s tie* Hmmm. Is it one of the kid’s friends or something?
Keith: *smirks* No. It’s Slav.
Shiro: *abruptly stops and stares at Keith in horror*

Slav was their new neighbour and someone Shiro worked with at the hospital. So, he was Doctor Slav as most people called him at work and Shiro hated him. Well, hate was a strong word, but the guy wouldn’t stop being so annoying to him that sometimes Shiro just wanted to strangle him—and Shiro was a calm and collected guy! And when Shiro found out they were neighbours, Slav just kept reminding him of that ugly fact and once saw them having a formal dinner that he invited himself to the next one. 

The dreaded night arrived and Shiro just wanted it to end already and it hasn’t even started yet. Keith was fixing his bowtie and he kept telling him to relax.

Shiro: I don’t see the point why we need to dress up for him. *annoyed*
Keith: *snorts* We’ve been dressing up for this formal monthly dinners for years, regardless if we have a guest or not. *done with the bowtie*
Shiro: *rolls his eyes* Yeah, but it’s Slav of all people!
Keith: *chuckles* The guy loves you!
Shiro: *pretends to vomit* YEAH, IN ANOTHER REALITY. But not in this one!
Keith: *pats Shiro’s cheek affectionately* Poor baby.
Shiro: *gets more annoyed* Don’t patronize me. *pouts*
Keith: *laughs* *leans in to give Shiro a kiss* Sorry. You’re just so amusing.

The doorbell rang and Shiro just wanted to fly somewhere else. Keith told him to stay in place and get the kids ready because their guest was already at the door. Keith opened the door and there stood Slav in all his formal glory, all dressed so nicely like he was going to a gala.

Slav: *smiles* Good Evening, Keith. I’ve calculated all the probabilities on how this greeting should go and 90% of it gave me the idea that it would please you if I give you a kiss on the cheek as it is customary for us Europeans. 
Keith: *didn’t have time to react when Slav gave him a kiss on the cheek* *blinks* Uh, thanks, I guess?
Slav: *beams* *pleased at Keith’s reaction* I’m always 99% right. *looks behind Keith* Is the husband and the kids in? 
Keith: Yes, they are. Do come in, so we can start.
Slav: *enters and sees Shiro* *smiles brightly* Oh, there is my favourite colleague and neighbour! *approaches Shiro to pull him into a hug and a kiss on the cheek* I can’t wait for us to bond more and become closer after this! 
Shiro: *looks at Keith for help*
Keith: I’ll just go prepare our food. *grins*
Keith: *mouths* I love you!!!! *leaves to go to the dining area*

The next day, Slav kept announcing at the hospital how he had such a wonderful time with the Shirogane Family last night, how wonderful Shiro’s husband was and how smart their kids were that Slav even promised to go back just so he could bond with Shiro’s kids.

Shiro: *on the phone with Keith* HE WANTED TO BOND WITH THE KIDS, KEITH!! OUR KIDS!!! 
Keith: I don’t see what’s wrong with that…? 
Shiro: EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS WRONG! What if our kids turn crazy like him?! This is a disaster!
Keith: *laughs* You’re overreacting, baby. Slav isn’t that bad.
Shiro: I work WITH him, you don’t. *frowns*
Keith: *laughs even harder* And boy am I thankful everyday that I don’t.