taking off layers

Burning Love - Part One

A broken heater results in a need for body heat.

I have lots of requests. But I seem to write things that fit none of them. Story of my life.

‘Spence, has your heating and hot water gone off too?’ You moaned into the phone.

‘Yeah, can’t believe this has happened in the middle of December. I will be surprised if I’m not already in the early stages of hypothermia.’ He replied, as you laughed.

‘Do you wanna come down here and keep me company?’ You asked.

‘Absolutely, we can freeze to death together.’ Spencer said, before hanging up, leaving you smiling as you clutched your phone.

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Dysphoria is not a social construct

“gender dysphoria is caused by living in a society that harms trans people and projects it’s own negative image onto us.”

Gender dysphoria has NOTHING to do with society. This is coming from somebody who is pre-T and passes as male. I’m stealth. I go to the men’s room. I get treated the same way as any other guy my age would. This makes my life a little easier only because people’s words don’t remind me of my body out in public. But despite all of this, I still feel sick when I look in the mirror. I hardly shower because it’s painful for me to take off my layers of clothing. I don’t know much about female genitalia because I’ve only seen my own twice or so and was left with a mental breakdown and in tears.

Why do you think people bind, tuck, pack, go on hormones and get surgeries? There’s a difference between self-consciousness and dysphoria.

Can you see now why it’s so hurtful to trans people to say that dysphoria is caused by society? No matter how I’m treated, it makes no difference when I go home at night. I’ve felt uncomfortable in my body since I started puberty and didn’t have a clue that I was a guy. Ask almost any other pre (or even post) op/hormonal trans person and they will tell you the same thing experienced a little differently. Even when people don’t have strong dysphoria, and even when people don’t pass, they transition because it’s what they need to do. Not what other people tell them to do, out loud or not.

Preference "How they react to you giving them a lap dance" (NSFW)

(Wooooo 😏 our favs being fanboys and fangirls XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d be lost in a trance and wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you. As he’d get a hard on, he’d take a good look of every part of you, only to whistle, turn you around as he wants and grin as he suddenly grips your hips to make you grind against him even harder.

Daryl-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d be flustered and wouldn’t be too sure of what he should be doing but knew he liked the view. However, slowly he’d go from stealing glances at you to being unable to keep his eyes off of you and would just love the fact that you kept bringing his hands to you.

Rick-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d smirk, finding it amusing and wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. He’d love to just feel your body in such movements and definitely find himself getting hard rather quick, making him stop you mid-dance as he turns you towards the bed.

Merle-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d get into it and just compliment you on every part of you. He’d just love that you were giving him a show and wouldn’t stop himself from touching you all over, even going as far as to help you undress before making you feel his hard on for you.

Glenn-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d find you more adorable than anything, only to gradually get turned on by you. He’d find himself smiling to you a lot, only to tease you while at it before suddenly grabbing you to him and turn you to the bed as you’d both giggle.

The Governor-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d be in disbelief and would just playfully hate that you were playing around with him. He’d lustfully beg you to stop as he stares at you, only for you to notice his own hand creeping up his thigh a few times before doing the same over his crotch.

Abraham-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d put up a front of trying to resist you, wanting you to work hard for him. He’d want you to give it your all and just cross his arms, looking and smirking at you, before grabbing you closer as he had enough of you playing around like that.

Eugene-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d tense and would try to distract himself and you with odd facts about the act. He’d get hard but wouldn’t want to admit it, trying to avoid your gaze, only to not be able to as he’d feel your ass pressed up against him even more, making him lose his train of thought.

Jesus-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d be playfully confused and would just chuckle to see you. He’d grow to think you were being adorable and would just keep reminding you of how cute you looked, only to wait for you to sit on his lap and be able to hold you tightly to him.

Dwight-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d just seem to feel better about himself and wouldn’t be able to deny that he loved looking at you working it and feel you rub yourself against him. He’d love it even more as you’d tell him that he wasn’t allowed to touch you, making him hold it in until he just has to grab you.

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Too Hot (Hot Damn)




You studied Dean as the two of you trekked through the woods. “You’re gross.”

He scowled over at you. “Gee, thanks.”

“No, I mean… you’re really sweaty. Like, beyond the attractive, manly-glisten you get.”

Dean chuckled. “So you like it when I sweat, huh?”

“Not this much.”


The two of you walked a little longer in silence. “Dean, seriously, it’s like a hundred degrees out here, and humid as fuck. Take off some of those layers.”

“You just want to see me get naked,” Dean huffed.

You were growing more concerned for Dean the longer you walked. His breathing was labored and the sweat was literally pouring from his forehead. But being a ‘man’ meant that he was stubborn. You knew he was dying to rid himself of some of the shirts but he would stick it out until he got to the car and then blast the Impala’s air conditioning.

‘And he’ll probably try to freeze me out in the motel room,’ you thought to yourself. He’d be sitting in front of the full-blast a/c unit while you shivered under the comforter.

Finally, the Impala was in sight. The two of you made your way towards it, Dean slowing ever so slightly. He trailed behind you as you popped open the trunk, dropping the bag into it. He dropped his own in, lurching slightly.


The hunter dropped like a sack of potatoes (handsome potatoes, but potatoes nonetheless).

“Dammit, Dean!” You knelt beside him and patted his (extremely sweaty) cheek. His eyes fluttered under the lids but remained closed.

“Come on, Dean. Wake up.”

You shook him slightly but got nothing from him. Sighing, you worked on pulling off Dean’s top two layers, leaving him in a wife beater (damn, his arms looked good in that). Then you stood and opened the back door of the Impala. After about ten minutes you were able to finagle Dean into the seat, laying horizontally. You clicked the seatbelts around him and slid into the front seat. He’d hate you for driving his baby, but you had to get him to the motel.


Dean began to stir as you lugged him into the motel room but didn’t fully awaken until you turned the shower on him.


“Close your mouth so you don’t drown.”

Dean blinked a few times before looking up, squinting against the harsh fluorescent light. “What’s happening?”

“You passed out, due to heat. Like I said you would.”

“So… why am I in the shower? With my clothes on?”

“I’m trying to cool you down, jackass.”

Dean nodded, becoming more and more awake. He started to push himself up from the tub and you reached forward to steady him.

“I got it,” he promised. “But if you want to take a shower with me, I won’t say no.”

You snorted. “Nice try. But I think I’ll pass.”

“Your loss.”


Dean stepped from the bathroom, towel around his waist. The room was cool, practically cold. You were curled up in the bed, blanket wrapped around you.

“You could turn the air down if you’re cold.”

“I didn’t want you to pass out again.”

“I’m good.” Dead padded over to the unit and turned the dial down. The air turned off but you continued to shiver.

Dean stepped over to his bag and pulled on a pair of boxers before slipping under the covers with you. “You’ve cooled me down; now I have to warm you up.”

“I’m fine, Dean.”

“Mmhmm,” Dean pulled you into his chest, keeping the blanket wrapped around you. “Just like I wasn’t too hot outside, right?”

“Shut up.”

nowhere | tommy shelby

@chrystalcaper request: I had an idea for Peaky Blinders. What if Tommy met a gal while in France, an American or French nurse. They stayed pen pals throughout the war and afterwards. She ends up going to England on his invitation and he meets her at the train station, they reunite and fluff? 


Tommy was maybe 10 paces away when a nurse came barrelling out of the clearing station and threw up into the treeline. He tucked the cigarette he was about to light back into his pocket and stepped off the makeshift path of wheel tracks and flattened mud.

“You alright?”

She answered with another retch, hands bearing into the nearest tree to steady herself. He sighed, pulling the cig back out and lighting it.

“Bad day?”

He heard her scoff, lifting his head from the match, throwing it away to land in a puddle that was speckling with the first fall of rain.

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anonymous asked:

About that post where Stiles is leaning up against the lockers, you mentioned in the tags that he looks like an 80's movie. It reminds me of the breakfast club where everyone is running up and down the corridor while the chick, the basket case, - I've forgotten her name sorry! - just stands there and watches. And then I thought about how she and the jock hooked up and then thought of jock!derek and basket case!stiles and it made me incredibly happy.

Referring to this: x

*screams* (genuinely)

Nonnie, you have no idea the height of my obsession with brat pack movies. The concept of jock!Derek and basket case!Stiles makes me very happy. I really like Molly Ringwald and Judd Nelson’s story in the film but I kind of always preferred Ally Sheedy and Emilio Estevez’s - I have a huge obsession with jock/loner story-lines and Ally Sheedy’s character is by far my favourite in The Breakfast Club. And you are right, Stiles really does look like her in that moment:

They both have that slightly judgy look about them. (I love it. I am weak. Take me now.)

I also think a Breakfast Club AU with Stiles as Allison would work - specifically on an angst level with the Sheriff as Allison’s main character arc (in terms of what each of them are battling with emotionally) is that she is ignored at home and subsequently shuts herself off from her peers. Imagine the Sheriff who, after Claudia’s death, found it very hard to look at Stiles because he looked so much like her and as the years went by he found it easier to shut him out. Imagine rebel!Stiles who does anything and everything to get his dad’s attention: smoking, drinking, skipping school, sleeping around. He wants everyone to think he’s weird, a special kind of bad news, but can’t quite pull off the bad boy act because in reality he’s a giant nerd and while he is very popular with the guys at Jungle, his heart is never quite in it. Mostly, he’s just fascinated with foreskin. (The fact he’s once or twice let himself wonder in the heat of the moment if Derek Hale has foreskin is none of anyone’s concern.)

On the other hand, you have Derek in the role of Andrew whose main arc is about the guilt he feels over bullying a guy in his year because he wanted to make his dad proud and show him he isn’t weak. Personally, no matter what universe, I could never see any version of Derek humiliating someone to the level Andrew does (the whole point of Derek’s arc is that he chooses to be kind when dealt shitty hands, even if that kindness is sometimes ill thought out). However, I could see Derek snapping under the pressure he faces at home and beating up someone like Jackson for bullying Erica and going too far. Maybe it’s a werewolf AU where Derek is finding it hard to deal with the pressures of becoming the next Alpha after Laura dying (shit, oh god no, I’m hurting myself big time with this one). Maybe you have Derek who is trying to be the perfect everything: top of his class, captain of the basketball team and straight, straight, straight (dates all the girls in his year) because he’s desperate to prove to his parents that he can be everything they had hoped Laura would be. Secretly though, while Derek likes working for his grades and enjoys basketball, dating is hell for him. Objectively, he likes the idea of sex and kissing but he’s never been in a relationship with anyone that that has been remotely appealing with. All he actually wants is to open his own bookshop one day, and perhaps talk to that strange boy he sometimes sees cutting class with books on the male circumcision and satanic rituals.

Now, I know make over scenes are overrated and overdone but I am a sucker for them and all I want to see is that moment where Lydia (because of course Lydia is prom queen) takes Stiles to the bathroom and gels over his hair and gets him to take off some of his layers - “three plaid shirts, Stiles? Really?” I want that moment where Derek - already completely smitten with Stiles’ unique style of fucked up-ness (because c’mon, you know Derek probably already had a crush on Stiles before detention) - can’t breathe the moment Stiles steps out of that bathroom and he can see his face. And Derek will do the whole awkward woah thing Emilio Estevez does and Stiles will get all defensive and snarky about it, all the while being unable to stop from smiling like an idiot when Derek can’t stop staring.

Anyway, long story short, nonnie - YES. Yes, I love this idea. I want this idea. I need this idea. I have read two Breakfast Club AUs for the Sterek fandom but I must have more. It’s important. So very important. For health reasons.

i want you to hear me. i want you to take off my many layers as gently as you can, i’ve been stripped of my personality too many times. i want you to hold me. i want you to spend mornings with me and count all my freckles. i want you to absorb all of who i am. i want you to be upfront and honest. i want you to question all of my being. i want you to take my hand and run with me. i want you to look at me when i’m vulnerable and learn how to comfort me. i want you to let me be stubborn and stop me when i’m mean. i want you to tolerate my obsessions and habits. i want you to help me grow from past mistakes and stay with me through the ones to come. but most of all, i just want you to love me.

Short Story From My Day

So I was working at a regatta today (for those of you not familiar, it’s what we call a competition in rowing) and was out part way down the course doing some times and note work. Anyhow that’s boring and besides the main point.
We finish up afternoon races and a fairly big launch (a boat, but flat like a platform) comes to pick us up and I immediately notice one girl standing to the side clutching a railing, legs crossed bouncing up and down. We’re about 8 minutes from the dock and you can tell she’s absolutely desperate to pee. About a minute into our trip back she laughs nervously and goes “would anyone mind if I just peed right here… kidding” but you can see the desperation in her eyes, and I know she’s not going to last much longer. By the time we reached the dock she was doing a full on pee dance, grabbing herself and bouncing up and down, already unbuttoning her pants to try and ease some pressure. I glanced over, trying not to stare, and caught a glimpse of her swollen bladder as her shirt lifted up. Holy crow, it was absolutely full. I could just imagine how badly she would’ve needed to go while working, and was fairly certain she must have leaked a little underneath her rain pants.
We get to the dock, and she immediately jumps off. I grab a bag and head up behind her into the main building. She pretty much booked it into the bathrooms as fast as she could and I follow her a little behind, standing at the sinks pretending to wash my hands in case anyone came in. I hear her start to whine as she struggles to take off her layers (it was freezing, she must’ve had 5 pairs of pants on) “awww fuck fuck fuck, nooooo. Fuck I have to go, I have to go, fuck I’m gonna pee myself” you know, what normally comes out when you’re at the end ;)
I hear a splattering and look to see pee starting to run down her leggings and onto the floor, and realize that she must not have gotten all the pairs of pants off in time. She started to moan in relief, and tried to sit down on the toilet, but it was too late for it to really do anything.

I had to leave about then to get back to work, but seeing someone actually get desperate enough to pee themselves was probably the highlight of my week.

monsta x as zookeepers

anon: zookeeper!monsta x !! idk bc it sounds so amusing ahahah your posts are so cute eshgkehks ok byebye

thank youuu and I’m sorry if this isn’t what you expected lmao anYWAYS

also thanks to my pal @kurlykookster for helping me with some ideas for this, ily <3 


  • strong guy 
  • carries deliveries 
  • can carry kilo food bags like it’s no big deal 
  • usually the one capturing the animals for check ups and relocation 
  • he feels bad because he knows that they’re scared but he wants to see that they’re healthy 
  • worried that the animals might hate him for it 
  • so he will try and win their hearts by giving them extra treats and toys to play with 
  • often talks to wonho about it since he can lowkey relate 
  • despite his thoughts he’s still really smiley and loves his job 
  • hosts talks about the animals 
  • is really shy doing it but loves to see people interested 
  • gets so many compliments from visitors for his passion and knowledge and dedication wow employee of the month am i right 

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Good Morning

Fandom: Twilight

Word Count: 1060

Characters: Jacob x reader

Warnings: Slight sexual innuendos

Summary: An early morning alarm sets in motion a playful morning causing you to call in sick from work to spend more time with the adoring Jacob

 You flung your arm towards your night stand as the annoying chime of your alarm shattered your sweet sleep. As you rolled back over, you heard a distinct growl and a ‘humph’ from Jacob. You couldn’t hide your giggle, this only encouraged his pouting.

 "Y/N it is so early. Be quiet!“

“It isn’t that early, don’t be a baby”

“It is early if you got it in only a few hours ago after another late night patrol.”

“Awh, you poor pup. We are all so sorry for your suffering. Please excuse us mere folk that have to go into work today.”

 Then that was it, you had little to no time to react to being pulled on top of him. All of a sudden, you were laying on his broad chest and could feel his strong arms wrap around the small of your back tightly. He childishly said “No work for you today!” You fought his iron hold only half heartedly, knowing full well you couldn’t fight his impossible strength. After you were through trying to break free, you settled into the warmth of his body, particularly thankful for it on this cold Washington morning.

 You laid there enjoying the resting pitter patter of his heart, and sighed deeply. “Jake, I wanted to go for a run with Penny before work. That is why I am up so early. She’s been so restless since I have been so busy at the hospital. Poor puppy just wants some attention.”

 "I can take her later. Plus, I can think of a much better morning cardio session,“ he slyly added.

 Suddenly you feel his hands slide down your back into a much more PG 13 position. You giggled immediately, you always were a bit shy. Even though you were engaged to him, you still couldn’t talk about “it” without blushing violently. So you wiggled and squirmed, trying to break free of his hold, only to fail to even move an inch.

 None of it came from a place of not wanting him, it was all in fun. Of course you wanted him. Every time he even looked at you, you could feel a pleasant shiver shoot through your body. Your heart skipped a beat with every time he grabbed your hand, or put his hand on the small of your back as you crossed the street, or anytime he brushed a piece of your wild hair out of your face. You loved him, you adored him, and you could not deny he was a beautiful man. Many times you found yourself questioning your worthiness for his love. It was so pure and loyal, you never even imagined such a romance for yourself. Many times, on mornings just like this, you found yourself beyond thankful for that fateful day when your paths crossed.

 You pulled yourself up to be eye to eye. "Good morning pretty girl. Did you sleep ok?” he said. Even with harsh morning breath, this phrase melted you into him.

 "Much better once you joined me. The bed is too big without you.“

 He moved his hands up your body and landed a warm palm on your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. ” I miss you more than you can know when we are apart. The world is too big without you next to me.“ He pulled you closer and your lips met with a static that jumpstarted your heart. As his tongue separated your lips, you felt your stomach do a small flip. As your mouth parted you let out a distinct moan and sigh, you could feel Jake smile and silently chuckle at you as you expired your desire and satisfaction.

 Immediately you knew you couldn’t let him win like that. You plotted revenge quickly in your head and went to work. You pulled his arms from your back and gently pinned them over his head. Pulling your lips from his, you started by kissing his forehead, moving to his cheeks, his lips again quickly, and then down his jaw line. You paused at a spot on his neck right above his shoulders. You could feel the goose bumps rise on his skin as you hungrily kissed this spot. You continue down his chest and towards his chiseled stomach. As you moved further south, you could feel his breathing quicken and his body tighten with anticipation and excitement. Your plan was working.

 You released his arms and took your legs from under his to straddle him around his knees. You could see him take shallow breaths, and knew this was the moment to strike. You quickly leaped from the bed and sprinted towards one of the spare bedrooms of your cottage. Slamming yourself silently into the closet, you shut the door and propped yourself against it.

 You heard a very loud "THAT WAS SO MEAN Y/N. I AM TOTALLY GOING TO GET YOU NOW.” You tried with all your might to conceal your giggle fit as you heard him crash around the house looking for you. With a brilliant stroke of genius, you bounced up and starting grabbing all your misfit clothes gone to die in the spare closet and threw them on as fast as you could.

 By the time he found you, you had put on 8 t-shirts, 4 hoodies, 1 giant puffy jacket, and 1 peacoat. You had managed to find 3 pairs of pants and a pair of ski pants to put on as well. You waddled out of the closet and said “Come and take it, baby” in your least sexy voice possible. Both of you burst into an uncontrollable laughter. You were laughing so hard, you couldn’t see through all your tears.

 When you finally laughed it out, Jake helped you take off all the layers. You were sweating from all the layers and commotion.  Jake took a look at the literal hot mess before him and said “Hit the showers hot stuff. I think it is very obvious that you are sick today, clearly you are running a fever and have the sweats. I will call the hospital and let them know you won’t be coming in. I have much more exciting things planned for us today pretty girl.” As you blushed at his hint, he smiled his brilliant smile and pulled your phone from the night stand and started dialing. You gave him a quick peck and bounced towards the bathroom, very certain that nothing at work would be as good as the morning you were having.

Cold Hands - Cassian Andor/Reader

Title: Cold Hands

Pairing: Cassian Andor/Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1122

Prompt: “You okay? You’re trembling.” “Of course I’m trembling, I’m freezing.” (I mean, if that’s what you want to call it)

Originally posted by claramaximoff

You could understand why the resistance moves to Hoth. It’s a bold move – moving to somewhere so inhospitable just to throw the empire off your tail. It’s smart, and at the same time, kriffing stupid.

The engineers are always on the landing strips, scraping ice off of the Wings and defrosting their engines because the damn oil keeps freezing. You’re out there with them, helping wherever you can. Everyone is bundled up in layers and layers of clothes, wearing thick jackets with fur accents to try and keep the cold out. You’ve been on cold planets before for the sake of missions, but Hoth is another type of cold. It’s the kind of cold that settles in your bones, a constant shiver that wrings through your body when you’re not moving.

You hope down on to the snow-covered landing strip, happy that most of the ice has been taken from the last of the squad’s Wings. One of the pilots claps a hand to your shoulder in thanks.

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Since we’re getting closer to summer time I’d like to make a PSA. If you plan to visit San Francisco and you think it’s going to be California WeatherTM (as seen in shows and movies shot in southern California) please plan on wearing layers! It is a coastal city in a temperate zone on a peninsula. Having lived across the bay for most of my life I share jokes with my family and friends about tourists being unprepared for the foggy mornings and windy afternoons/evenings, thinking the kind of clothes worn around San Diego and LA will be applicable in this area. They are not, at least not on their own.

Please plan to experience four seasons within 12 hours

Bring a sweatshirt or a hoodie, bring breathable pants, wear shorts and sleeveless tops only if you are comfortable in your ability to experience such changes throughout the day. Remember to wear a t shirt under your hoodie or sweatshirt though as you may want to take off your outer layer in the early/mid afternoon.  

Mystic Messenger Male! Mc: Transfer Your Cold To Me (Jumin x Male MC)

Do you take Requests? If so, could I if you dont mind & if Im allowed, Request a JuminxSickMaleReader? Like its summer and the MR is sick with a (really) high fever and Jumin takes care of him, like the good Boyfriend he is! And fluff! Sorry for bothering you with it!

My notes: Lol good thing you specified fluff (and that I reread it a bunch of times) cuz I was about to get keeerazzzy! 


It had started off as just a small headache. Then he got a little achy. And then he was sneezing. No big deal, he said to himself, just take some Nyquil and sleep. He didn’t want to get sick, especially not now. A chocolate festival was coming to the city, something that everyone had been talking about ever since he moved to Korea. Everyone in the RFA was oogling about it. Even the recluse Yoosung was going, hell even Jumin seemed a bit intrigued by it, after Zack showed interest of course, but nonetheless it seemed to be a big deal. It was a summer festival that was held indoors inside a nice, air conditioned building. 

Well of course, as Lady Luck was so kind to play him this hand, he was sicker than a dog. He was running a high fever and was simultaneously cold as ice and hot as a furnace. He had the chills and was constantly thirsty but too tired to drink. He apologized groggily and in broken Korean how sorry he was they couldn’t go. 

“Stop apologizing.” Jumin said as he wetted a cold washcloth. “I want you to get better. I’ve never seen you this sick before.” He frowned as he squeezed the cloth. 

“I…know…” Zack coughed violently. “This..is the sickest I’ve ever been.” He groaned as his head pounded against his skull. “Ugh…talk to me…in English. I can’t even think.” 

Jumin placed the cold washcloth on his head and smiled a bit at the sight of relief on Zack’s face. “How are you feeling?” Jumin asked in English. 

“Like hell.” Zack groaned again as he felt sweat roll down his neck. “Like complete hell.” He shook his head. “I don’t even know…what I caught…” 

“Perhaps… a student? Or a child on the train?” 

Zack shook his head. “Maybe…it’s all…it’s all hot in the…” He coughed again and rolled over in pain, “ugh.” 

Jumin knelt down in front of him with a look of complete worry. “Please, are you okay?” 

Zack shook his head. “I…feel so hot…I think I’m gunna be sick!” He sprinted up, feeling dizzy and delirious as he ran to the bathroom and retched. “Ugh…fuck…this isn’t a flu it’s a damn migraine.” He pressed his head to the edge of the toilet bowl. 

Jumin ran up to him and patted his shoulder. “Are you going to throw up again?” He said gently as he rubbed tiny circles into his back. 

Zack sighed happily and shook his head. He reached up and flushed the toilet. “I.. I should brush my teeth.” He turned away from Jumin. “Sorry…” 

Jumin chuckled, although forced as his face was painted in worry, “Don’t worry about things like that. I want you to focus on getting better. Let’s change your clothes and get you into bed.” He carefully helped Zack up and guided him to the circular bed. He helped him change wiping down his torso with a towel taking off the layer of sweat and put him into one of his shirts. Zack was smaller than he so his clothes fit looser allowing, to what he hoped, more comfort. Before he was even finished with helping him Zack fell into deep sleep. Jumin tucked him in with a  throw blanket made entirely of Alpaca wool, to help keep in the heat. He kept Zack’s feet exposed to help with the airflow and left the room. 

Well now, it was time to make something for the young man. If his migraine persisted he would most likely keep vomiting. He walked out to his kitchen only to find his own personal chef wasn’t in. In fact, most of the staff wasn’t in today. A security officer called and notified Jumin that a flu was going around. Ah…He cursed himself for not persisting Zack to go get his flu shot. He knew he hated the place and avoided going at all costs, but… Jumin sighed. Look to what it had come to. Feeling glum about it Jumin started making porridge and sighed as he looked at the Chocolate Festival flier. 



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WE WANT WAR {Negan/Season 8 Fan fiction}

“Trust me, Princess, you do not wanna fuck with my mind. That’s my job to you. I’m already fucked up enough. Now, I want to hear it loud and clear. Who. Are. You?”

As the war between Alexandria, The Kingdom, The Hilltop and The Sanctuary gains momentum and everyone is in preparation, a daring encounter with the Devil himself puts one lone Alexandrian in a position of sheer conflict. Heart or mind? Fight or flight? Kill to survive? The power of manipulation is powerful, bitter yet sweet. Will she choose to kill the man causing the problems for so many, or will she choose another pathway to fate? 


A/N: THIS TAKES PLACE DURING AND AFTER THE SEASON 7 FINALE. This chapter is short because its a little bit of an intro. I have no idea what is coming in Season 8, but this is here to realistically quench your thirst (?) on what I personally think would be hella cool to happen in the ‘All Out War’. Don’t take anything seriously, I haven’t read no comics.  Okay, again, big inspo to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ​ for giving me the motivation to write this. Go check her out, Irresistible Danger is what pushed me to finally write this.

WARNINGS: Violence, mentions of readers difficult life pre-apocalypse, chapters will contain plenty of angst, fluff and maybe smut. I ain’t sure yet, ok, let’s go.

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

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Desert Ship (Part 1 of 2)

For generations, my family line has been bless with the ability to control sand. “It’s our gift.” my father told me over and over again whenever he was around.

My ability first appeared when I was thirteen years old, when I managed to lift a single grain of sand in the air. I quickly tossed it around between me and my half-siblings. For the next few days I just ran between the communal tents, throwing sand around and making shapes in the sand with my siblings and friends much to the enjoyment of my mother and the annoyance of everybody else in the tribe.

That saturday, when my dad arrived to pick me up for his week of custody, I showed him my abilities. I was already able to move a mound of sand the size of a small vase. He was impressed, but he had a devious smile on his face. He asked me if I wanted to come on a trip with him in order to test my powers for real. I obviously accepted.

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“Come on pretty boy, put them up,” I tease as I raise my fists in front of my face, ignoring the judgmental looks of the other party goers. The pretty man in front of me huffs in annoyance while the others laugh and pat the sad man on the shoulder.

“I can’t fight a girl,” He huffs.

“Someone decided to get morals tonight. Since when don’t you fight girls?” I place my hands on my hips and stare up at him.

His eyes scan the room and I can’t help but chuckle, “I don’t when that girl has a guard dog that will bite my head off for even raising a hand to you.”

“Aw Princess,” I grin, “Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?”

“You should be more afraid of the dragon sneaking over,” Haneul warns as she wraps her arm around my shoulders. I grimace at her sudden appearance, I might be in trouble. She narrows her eyes down at me, “But you, little girl, should be afraid of me. What have I told you about teasing my princess?”

I gulp and glance over at Lee Taemin, the head of a smaller group who is known for his cruelty and violence, and see him blushing. “I’m sorry Unnie,” I mumble under my breath as I look down at my black heels and begin playing with the hem of my little black cocktail dress.

She chuckles and kisses the side of my head, “I’ll forgive you this time but no more teasing.”

I smile at her, “Okay, but you gotta make him stop too.”

“She started it!” Taemin quickly defends himself but backs down the moment her gaze shifts to him. I can’t hold in my laugh at the sight of him wilting as she crosses our small circle of friends to reach him.

She smacks him up side the head, “You need to stop picking fights with little girls.”

He pouts cutely, “Why did you hit me? Why don’t you hit her too?”

“Cause she’s like my child,” She snaps and quickly returns to my side, tucking me under her arms like a mother protecting her child. “Are you saying you want me to hit my child?” I can’t hold in my giggles at her dramatic acting.

“Hyungnim!” A young boy joins us, he probably isn’t much younger than me but the way he carries himself I can tell he’s mature for his age. He bows to all of us before looking at Taemin, “I’ve come to report that all of them have been terminated.”

Taemin nods, his cold mask coming to cover the cute boy from before, “Any witnesses to it?”

The boy nods.

Without any hesitation Tae asks, “Were they handled?”

“At the scene.”

“How many?”

“The five from the mission and six extra but others were avoided.”

“Good. Next time make sure not to draw any attention. I know how much you like to put on a show Ten but I’d like to not draw more attention to my best assassin. Understood?”

Ten nods, “It won’t happen again.”

“Now go back to the others, have some fun. Dance a bit. I don’t need you boys over working yourselves,” Taemin lifts his glass before sending the boy away and taking another swig of his drink.

Haneul’s voice is in my ear, “Way to go, you didn’t flinch.” She gives me an encouraging smile as she rubs my arm sweetly. Even though she is known to have a cold personality she has become like a big sister or a mother to me.

Jiyong brought me into his world three months after I started living with him. At first I didn’t think that I wanted anything to do with it but he told me if I wanted to be involved, the door was open and even if I did partake killing and kidnapping isn’t something I’d see. As I stepped into all of it, it was over whelming and Jiyong, who grew up in this world didn’t know how to help me deal with it. Haneul came into my life and helped me understand the cruelty of my new world. But something that made me feel strangely comforted are the words she told me months ago, “At least you are seeing all of this from the top. Not all of us are that lucky.”

I’m snapped out of my daze by the sound of Taemin whining again, “Why do I always get hit? Can’t you hit her once?”

She scoffs, “Do you want me to die?

“Why are you dying?” Jiyong wonders as he too joins our circle, the six people standing in the circle tense slightly. His arm is around my shoulders, doing the same thing as Haneul, even gives me a kiss on my temple before nuzzling into my hair.

“I was just making sure Taemin wasn’t causing trouble,” Hanuel explains wrapping her arm around her lover’s. Taemin regains his cool demeanor and nods politely at Jiyong, who just returns the action.

“Do you guys mind if I steal my love?” He teases, even though no matter what they would say he would whisk me away so they just wave us away. He gives them a small thank you before wrapping his arm around my waist and leads me away. When we are a good distance away he sighs, “I don’t know why you like those people.”

“Because regardless of business they are funny and sweet. Haneul is like the mom I never had, in some weird alternate mafia universe.”

He chuckles, “Are you ready to go? The party is going to be taking a turn very soon.”

I nod eagerly, not wanting to partake in the after party events, “Please, where is Jiho?”

“He’s getting the car.” Jiyong escorts me to the exit of the massive hall. We step out on to the cool autumn night, Jiyong offers me my leather jacket before slipping on his own over his suit. We find a black SUV waiting for us on the curb, Jiho is smiling at me. We didn’t see each other much during the party which is his job, to watch not really interact when Jiyong is around. That is more Jiyong’s rule, such a cute jealous man.

“Did you have fun?” Jiho asks as we all climb into the car, Jiho is driving while Jiyong and I are in the back seat.

“Yep, I almost got into a fight,” I give them both a grin.

“I saw that,” Jiho snickers.

Jiyong clicks his tongue at me, “You need to stop harassing that man, he’s going to actually fight you some time.”

I shake my head, “He wouldn’t dare. Even without you guys backing me up I’m pretty sure I scare him.”

“Of course White dragon,” Jiho teases, “You are a force to be feared.” White dragon, my delight full nickname made to compliment my lovely fiancé, the black dragon of Korea.  The drive home is filled with more harassing jokes and awkward tension between the two. Even though Jiho has said that he has no sexual interest in me, Jiyong doesn’t believe him and really doesn’t like him no matter how hard I try. We get back to our apartment, Jiho parks the car and goes to his smaller apartment a few floors below ours. We ride up the elevator in silence, Jiyong’s fingers are locked with mine as he stares at the golden diamond ring on my finger. It’s a bit flashy for my taste but he loves it. On my other hand is the dragon ring he first gave me almost two years ago.

“Are you okay?” I wonder as we make out way to our bedroom, shedding my tight dress for one of his over sized shirts. He is taking off his suit layer by layer slowly, I can tell he’s thinking about something. It’s heavy on his mind and I makes me nervous that he hasn’t just told me, there aren’t any secrets between us. “You know you can tell me, right?”

He sighs, “I know I can tell you, I’m just not excited to hear your reaction.”

“My reaction?” I walk around the bed to stand in front of him, “Oppa stop being so ominous and just tell me.”

His hands run threw his hair as he tries to find the right words, “They are coming back.”

“They?” I stare at him in utter confusion.

“EXO, they are coming back from America.”



I nod, “I don’t know what else you want me to say.” I turn away from him and crawl into bed. He doesn’t say anything for awhile, just leaves to place his suit in the laundry and puts on his own pajamas. The lights turn off before he climbs in next to me, I can tell he’s hesitant to snuggle closer to me, afraid he upset me. So I roll over and burry myself in his chest.

“How do you feel?” He wonders.

“I feel fine,” It’s not a complete lie.

“Are you sure?”

I hum a yes.

“I want you to do something for me, please.”

I look up at him in the darkness, “Yes?”

“Avoid them. I never tell you who you can’t hang out with and I don’t want to say I’m not allowing you to see them but please give my heart a rest and avoid meetings and parties they might be at for awhile.”

I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to seem them. But it’s not just because my heart still aches for them but because I want to slap each of them across the face with all my might and demand to know why they just left me. I just need to know why, I don’t want them to take me back, I really don’t , I just need that tiny bit of closure so I can put them completely behind me. But from how nervous Jiyong seems to be about it, I can tell this isn’t going to be something we can just ignore.

So here is the first chapter, sorry if it isn’t too exciting, I’ll explain more of what happened during the year as the story goes on.

Xoxo Pretty bird