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Joker Imagine - You Lose Your Virginity

WARNING: SMUT!!!! This is not for kids (But are any of my imagines tho?)

Originally posted by fuckyeahumbrellaboy

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Your P.O.V.

Being Joker’s girlfriend wasn’t easy, but I loved it. I loved spending time with him, stand by his side and feel special. He made me feel like I was one in a billion. Even tho he could be scary and really crazy, I loved him. Most people feared Joker for his behaviour which was good, but I knew him better. We’ve been together for just a few weeks, but it was enough. He was crazy and I was crazy, a perfect mixture for Gotham city. A crazy couple that likes to play with Batsy. We had a lot of fun, but then came the more personal part.

I was still a virgin.

The fact had made me nervous and to be honest I was scared. Joker wasn’t a gentle man, he was more dominating. I knew he had a rough grip so I was stressed about when the time would come. I was mentally ready, but I was just scared as heck. My old friends had told me that they were in pain, that it stung and some of them even bled. Knowing Joker he wouldn’t be any gentler than an ordinary guy, perhaps he was worse.

 Damn he didn’t even know. I had always came up with an excuse like ‘I’m on my periods’ ‘the wounds I got from the heist hurt’ or ‘I’m tired, sorry’ when he tried to take kissing a step further. Now he probably suspected something, which was ok. I knew I should tell him.

It was Valentine’s day, 10 p.m. and he would come home anytime soon. I had been up all day as he was on a heist with Frost. I had stayed on purpose, trying to prepare myself. Joker was surprised when I a blood thirsty little monster didn’t come with him to kill a few people who didn’t pay him back. While he was gone from the luxurious penthouse, I was thinking. I knew that I’d give him my virginity tonight. So I had taken a warm bath, I read loads of blogs where people talked about losing it. It was the same pain and blood kind of shit. But then I saw more positive posts. Some said that foreplay and lube could make it better. Also not everyone would bleed. So I felt a little better.

I sighed and grabbed my laptop. Then I sat down on our bed, on the dark purple sheets and I sat comfortably. Then I opened a tab and decided to do something I didn’t do that often, but I felt like I had to. If Joker would catch me, I’d be so embarrassed. I watched some more mature videos, yes porn. To be honest it was kinda hot and impressive how these people did all that. Maybe one day J could take me like that? Damn it was a thrilling thought. I got so lost in my thoughts by watching the video that I forgot to follow the time. The volume was quite high and a girl was moaning really heavily. I bet her moans were echoing through the house. I just watched keenly, slowly getting wet.

Then I heard footsteps coming closer loudly. My eyes widened and my breath hitched in my throat. Before I could sit up, Joker walked in with a gun in his hand. There was an angry look on his face. My heart jumped to my throat and I froze on the bed. ‘’Oh’’ He muttered and lowered the gun. Instead of being angry, he smirked. ‘’Is my kitten horny?’’ He purred at me. He still had his silver jacket on. He probably thought that something was happening here so he just hurried to me. A blush spread on my face and I shut the tab and then put the computer away. Way to go.

‘’We need to talk’’ I cleared my throat and looked away from my boyfriend. It was really embarrassing to be caught watching porn. ‘’Hmm I’d love to talk’’ Joker told me deeply and crawled in bed next to me. I noticed that I got tense. He grabbed my jaw and made me look at him. His usually ice blue eyes were dark and his pupils were bigger than normal. ‘’I should..um..there’s..can you..no do you want to..ugh..’’ I wanted to tell him about my virginity, but I was so nervous that I didn’t make sense. I stopped stuttering when he put his fingers on my lips. ‘’Do you want me to fuck you?’’ He asked me shamelessly. My eyes widened a bit and I felt like I was a heat lamp by now. Why was this so bad?

‘’Kinda.. yes’’ I whispered and watched how his smirk turned into a grin. ‘’But there’s something..you should know’’ I hurried to say before he got started. Joker nodded and waited for me to tell him. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it was ok. He should know. ‘’I’ve..I’ve never done this before’’ I spat it out shyly and expected him to laugh, but nope, he didn’t laugh. ‘’I figured’’ He replied calmly. I looked at him with surprise. Before I could ask him how, he kept going. ‘’You always had an excuse kitten. You could have just told me’’ He let me know and climbed above me. I looked into his eyes quietly. Joker sat on my hips, but he put most of his weight on his legs. 

‘’Sorry’’ I apologized for not telling him earlier. ‘’Hmm..it’s ok. But why didn’t you tell me kitten? Why’’ He pried while taking off his silver jacket, revealing his red shirt that wasn’t buttoned. I saw his toned chest and to be honest I liked that sight. ‘’I was scared’’ I admitted, knowing that being honest with him was the best choice. Joker took off his shirt as well before he leaned closer to my face. ‘’Why were you scared?’’ He purred quietly and cupped my face. I put my hands on his and took a deep breath, noticing how his scent of gunpowder and cologne calmed me down.

‘’I was scared because I know it hurts..and it’s kinda embarrassing’’ I admitted, finding it hard to speak when he started kissing my neck. J licked my skin and then started kissing me until he found my sweet spot. I whimpered,but muffled it by biting my lips together. ‘’It’s not embarrassing’’ He told me seriously before looking back into my eyes.This side of him wasn’t really familiar for me. He wasn’t angry nor overly happy and cheerful. He seemed like he genuinely cared about my safety. But there was also that smirk there since he caught he watching that video. 

‘’You know I won’t hurt you right?’’ He whispered into my ear. I licked my lips and closed my eyes for a while. ‘’..unless you want me to’’ He added darkly, but I knew what he meant with that. ‘’I trust you J’’ I let him know. All this got me hornier and I just wanted to get started. I felt impatient, but also shy and vulnerable. ‘’Look at me’’ He demanded and so I opened my eyes. His face was right above mine. ‘’I’ll take care of you. Why would I ever want to hurt my queen?’’ He looked at me seriously, but he didn’t seem angry. I cracked a smile and it was enough for an answer.

Then J pressed his red lips against mine. I relaxed into the kiss and shut my eyes again, kissing him harder. Joker opened his mouth a little so he could push his tongue out. I gave him access to my mouth and then he started exploring me like never before. His hand travelled down on my body so he was cupping my right boob. I tensed as he touched me and of course he noticed. J pulled back and looked deep in my eyes. ‘’Relax kitten’’ He demanded calmly. I nodded and took a deep breath. 

Then he grabbed the hems of my black shirt that I was wearing and he dragged it up until I was shirtless. I watched as he threw the shirt away somewhere on the wooden floor. The cool air made contact on my skin and I felt goosebumps rising. Then J got up, standing next to the bed. He unbuckled his belt and got out of his black jeans. I was wearing golden pajama shorts and black underwear. When I saw J in his boxers, I realized that this was real. He had a boner and man it looked huge. How could all that fit inside me?

‘’What did you think of when you watched it baby?’’ He broke the silence and got on the bed again. I sat up next to him and sighed. Was it so obvious that I had been thinking of him? Of us doing those things? ‘’You’’ I replied shortly. J put his hands on my shorts and dragged them off, making me raise my legs so he could take them all the way off. Now we were both in our underwear only. I couldn’t help but to be nervous, but I was getting really wet. ‘’Mmh baby..’’ He growled with a smile and suddenly dragged me on his lap. I put my hands on his muscled shoulders and bit my bottom lip.His grip was strong, but sure. I liked it.

‘’I’ve thought about you very very much baby..About you and me, together’’ He purred and then his hands played with my bra. He unclasped them and I felt them hanging by the straps. He had never seen me buttnaked before, but I didn’t mind that he would now. Then he slid them off of me and threw them away as well. My nipples were hard and I knew he noticed. I mean, my boobs were nearly in his face. ‘’You’ve got really nice tits’’ he smirked and cupped both of them. Then he gave them a squeeze, making me flinch because the sensitivity came so suddenly. ‘’I know you like them because you’re always staring’’ I chuckled and tried to feel comfortable. I wasn’t uncomfortable either, just nervous.

‘’Have you touched yourself?’’ J asked me seriously and then licked my left nipple. I bit my bottom lip and nearly moaned when he blew cold air on the spot before nibbling me with his teeth. He used his hand on the other one so I wouldn’t feel lonely. ‘’Tell me’’ He reminded me and kept going. As I opened my  mouth to speak, he bit me a little harder, making me moan. ‘’That’s my girl, don’t hold it back’’ He let me know more happily. ‘’Now tell me, have you ever touched yourself while thinking of us?’’ He wanted to know very eagerly. It made me think of the few times I had done that. It had all been very recently. He was making me a horny mess.

‘’Yes J mmh’’ I whimpered, getting wet for him. Then I looked at my horny boyfriend who got a dangerous dark twist in those pretty eyes. ‘’Dirty dirty girl’’ He rumbled deeply. Then he used his mouth on my other boob. I leaned closer to him so his face was hugging them. I wanted to get some friction, but I was patient enough. I knew that foreplay was important so it wouldn’t hurt so much. His warm hands squeezed my boobs a little harder, making me jump a little every time, but I liked the feeling. Suddenly he pinched both my nipples, making me gasp. ‘’I need to punish you for being a naughty girl, but not tonight’’ He warned me and then moved his hands on my back, sliding them down until he clutched my bum. He did it to press our clothed crotches closer. Then he leaned back against the bedpost and attached his lips on my neck.

‘’Damn..I can feel how wet you are’’ J admitted and grinded his hard on against me. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head from the unfamiliar touch, but the feeling it made. My clit was pulsing by now because I was so eager for his touch. ‘’Oh baby girl..how long have you been waiting for me?’’ He licked his lips and kept planting kisses on my neck and chest. ‘’A few hours’’ I answered shortly, focusing on the small amount of friction that felt good already.

‘’Maybe..just maybe I won’t tease you too much now’’ He thought out loud. Then he rolled us over so he was on top. I looked into his eyes and now it was my turn to smirk. ‘’It must be tight in those boxers J’’ I whispered and touched his back with my nail, gently tho. ‘’Trust me, it is’’ He growled and then pressed his crotch against mine again, way harder than earlier because he was on top now. As I was about to moan, he pressed those sweet lips of his against mine, making me moan into his mouth. He grabbed my hair with his left hand to keep me steady. The feeling of him dry humping me was so good after waiting so long.

Then he let go of my lips, looking into my eyes silently for a while. He was probably finding it hard to keep control over his actions. ‘’Daddy’s hungry’’ He let me know. At first I didn’t get it, but I was quick to catch on. J went down on me and soon he bit my last piece of clothing, my undies. I watched as he slid them off very slowly, keeping eye contact while teasing the hell out of me. ‘’J’’ I whined impatiently, but couldn’t help but to admit that it was hot. His hands touched my thighs and then moved closer again. He moved his eyes away from my eyes to look at my heat. I felt a little shy and embarrassed again. No one had ever been this close to me.

‘’Oh you’re glistening..something needs to be done here’’ He purred excitedly and placed a kiss on my inner thigh. I squeezed the bedsheets and waited for him to do something. I didn’t even realize that I was holding my breath until he told me. ‘’Relax kitten, I’ll make you feel good’’ He promised me. I let out a long breath and then encouraged him with a smile. ‘’Please daddy’’ I begged him. Something twisted in his eyes and his grip got tighter, but I didn’t feel any pain. Then he licked my pussy slowly, from my clit to my opening. I gasped and then held my breath for a few seconds. J didn’t stop now. He kitten licked my wetness and then attached his mouth of my throbbing clit. I moaned loudly in pleasure. It didn’t hurt, yet.

J nibbled my clit with his teeth and made me arch my back. He put his right arm on my hips to keep me on place. ‘’Damn baby you taste so good’’ He complimented me and kept licking my clit. ‘’harder J’’ I whimpered, wanting more. I wanted him to take me harder. It was probably because I was so horny. ‘’Baby girl..I feel like after a few times you’ll be one feisty beast in bed’’ He chuckled and then pushed his index finger inside of me. He had long and kinda thick fingers. I had never felt that before from anyone else than myself and I had smaller fingers.

I chewed my bottom lip and whimpered as he started fingering me. It hurt a little, but it felt so good as well. Then I moved my hand to touch his arm he used to keep my hips down. J looked at my face to see if I was in any kind of discomfort.  He wasn’t smiling and he had a dark look on his smug face, but I could tell he was both happy but worried. He truly cared about me. ‘’Does my kitten enjoy this?’’ He purred and curled his long finger against me soft walls, hitting a spot that made me moan loudly. He noticed and kept pressing his finger against that magic spot. 

‘’Y-Yes’’ I answered him and tried to buck my hips, but it was useless. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers while using his other hand to pleasure me. Once he pulled out his finger, he pushed back two. This time he had more difficulties getting both in smoothly. I gulped and realized that it hurt a little. J saw it on my face and he stopped. ‘’Relax’’ He reminded me and used his thumb to rub my clit. ‘’Keep going’’ I told him a little unsurely. He listened to me and fingered me with two fingers, but he couldn’t get both fully in. My head leaned against the pillows and I squeezed his hand, but I still moaned out in both pleasure and pain. Soon he managed to get both fingers in and he pressed the magic spot again. 

‘’Fuck yes’’ I breathed out sharply. ‘’It wasn’t that hard to find’’ He told me proudly. I guess the magic spot was my G-spot. He was still slow with his fingers, but I wanted more now that I got more used to it. I wanted to feel him in me, to be connected with him. ‘’J’’ I whispered nervously and looked into his dark eyes. ‘’Yes baby?’’ He answered quickly and stopped moving his fingers. I felt how my juices stained the sheets. I couldn’t help but to think of the chance of bleeding.

‘’I want you’’ I told him honestly. J pulled out his fingers and climbed closer to my face. ‘’Do you want me now?’’ He questioned me with his sexy raspy voice and touched my bottom lips with the fingers he just used to finger fuck me with. I nodded and opened my mouth so I could taste myself. J pushed his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them clean. ‘’I’ll get a condom’’ He let me know. J pressed a kiss on my stomach, making me smile, before he got up. He walked to the dark brown drawer and opened it, grabbing a condom. Reality hit me again. This was it. I just hoped that he managed to remain as calm as possible. J wasn’t normal, but I couldn’t be happier to share this moment with him. No one else could replace him, never ever in a gazillion years.

J took off his boxers and then I saw his cock. My eyes widened. Now it looked even bigger. Pre-cum was dripping from his tip. He was stone hard. It would be a miracle if this wouldn’t hurt. I mean I barely managed two of his fingers and now that? He was at least nine inches long, at least! ‘’Do you want to put it on?’’ J asked me, knocking me out of my thoughts. He had holding the condom near me. I grabbed it from his hand and then ripped the small package open, revealing a slimy piece of rubber that would keep us away from infections and kids.

Then I looked at his cock. Was I supposed to touch him? What if I’d screw up? J noticed that I was staring, so he decided to speak. ‘’You’re adorable’’ He chuckled and then grabbed my wrist, bringing my hand close to his erection. My hands were trembling because I was so nervous, but damn I wanted this. ‘’Um..How do I know when it’s right?’’ I mumbled, feeling like my brain was running in circles. ‘’I’ll know, just roll it on’’ He encouraged me. His voice was raspier than normally. I grabbed his shaft and tried to keep a gentle touch. I had no idea if it hurt or what it felt like for him. Then I put the condom on his tip and tried to remember what I had learned earlier. I pinched the tip while rolling it on. Then I let go and looked at J for approval.

‘’Good, was it so hard?’’ J asked me and licked his lips. I shook my head no, but to be honest I just wanted to begin. ‘’Now baby girl you need to relax, okay?’’ He looked deep in my eyes while making me lie down on my back. ‘’I will’’ I promised him and took a shaky breath. Joker grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders. Then he positioned himself close to my entrance, letting the tip touch me but he didn’t push in yet. My nerves were about to kill me.

‘’Hey, look at me’’ J demanded and I was quick to do so. He grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes. ‘’Do it’’ I whispered and prepared myself for the pain. I gritted my teeth as he pushed his length inside of me, stretching my walls that had never experienced this. First I couldn’t feel pain, until he got an inch or two in. ‘’Fuck’’ I hissed nervously and tensed my muscles.J stopped and clenched his jaw. This wasn’t easy for him either. ‘’Y/N, take it easy baby’’ He reminded me. Tears stung my eyes, but it was mostly because of my nerves. I had been thinking too much all day and this was the moment all that stress and worry came out. It didn’t hurt so much that I couldn’t handle it.

‘’You’re doing good, now be a good girl for daddy and relax’’ J spoke slowly, but deeply. I nodded and relaxed after taking a deep breath.He kept going slowly. I felt the struggle, since everything was so tight down there. J never broke eye-contact while he entered me. Then as I thought things wouldn’t get worse, I felt a stinging pain. ‘’Ow ow ow’’ I whined and gritted my teeth. J didn’t stop, he kept pushing himself in. I knew that he had torn my hymen. ‘’I know it hurts baby,but it’ll be over soon’’ He promised me seriously. The tears rolled down my face, but I didn’t sob. Then he cupped my cheek and wiped away a tear with his thumb. I liked J like this, which I never expected. 

Soon he was all the way in. J stopped, wanting me to adjust to his size. I was breathing heavily because my nerves were unravelling. It stung and hurt as my walls stretched, but it didn’t get any worse. Actually now that he wasn’t moving, it didn’t hurt too much. ‘’You’re doing so good’’ J purred and tried to stay still. Man he had been weeks without sex and now he had to contain himself, which was a hard task for Joker. I was so glad that he cared about me enough to not hurt me on purpose.

‘’Move’’ I whispered after a while. He nodded and pulled back. I gritted my teeth, but tried to stay relaxed as he moved. J was almost all the way out until he pushed back in, this time a little faster without stopping. I grunted in pain but the pleasure made it bearable. J growled under his breath. I untangled our hands so I could hug him by putting my hands on his strong back. J supported himself a little better now and found a better position. Soon he was finding a slow but steady rhythm. One more single tear rolled down my face until I started to find pleasure coming above the pain. I moaned quite loudly now, allowing J to know that the worst pain was over. He smiled, but it quickly faded as he started to pace up.

My nails raked his back without me noticing. ‘’Fuck J’’ I cried out in pleasure. The feeling was new but so lovely. His big cock rubbed my soft and sensitive walls by every move and once he was in me, his tip hit the magic spot that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. ‘’Do you feel good?’’ He asked me darkly and he gritted his teeth. We were both getting sweaty, but neither of us minded. ‘’Y-Y..ah fuck yes!’’ I wailed out happily. J started breathing heavily and so did I, but I was a moaning mess as well. I bucked my hips against J’s to get more friction. I wanted him to go faster and not be so careful anymore. Just like I read the pain goes away after a few minutes. Now I felt simply amazing.

‘’Faster..’’ I whispered quietly, but he didn’t quite catch it. I knew he wanted to go slow to keep me safe which was sweet. J probably found this hard, since he actually gave a fuck about me. I knew how to make him take me harder tho. ‘’Fuck me harder daddy’’I told him loudly. J slowed down until he stopped. My ass was wet because I was legit dripping arousal. J put his hand on my jaw and looked into my eyes seriously. ‘’Y/N..don’t get me to the point where I can’t control myself’’ He warned me, but I knew he wanted it. Me being the crazy girl who didn’t follow rules anyway did something else.

‘’I know you want to..I can take you daddy’’ I purred and bucked my hips, already missing the feeling of him fucking me. I wanted more. I didn’t even care if it hurt a little bit. ‘’Y/N’’ J growled and shut his eyes. I smirked, knowing that I got him. ‘’I’m all yours daddy, look at me’’ I said innocently. When he opened his eyes I used my left hand to touch my clit. J looked at my actions for a few seconds until he lost it. He grabbed my wrist harshly and pinned it next to my head. ‘’Oh darling you’ll cry soon’’ He warned me angrily. Finally. 

Before I could answer, he grabbed the bedpost and let his anger out on me, just as I expected him to. J pounded himself balls deep in me, making the sound of skin slapping against skin echo in our room and probably the entire penthouse.’’Yes..Yes daddy’’ I gasped and rolled my eyes to the back of my head again. Then I curled my toes and felt a knot forming in my stomach. J was going really hard, harder now that I thought he would. ‘’Is this what you wanted?’’ He growled heatedly. I couldn’t even answer him. The pleasure and pain mixed together had me overwhelmed. My mouth was open and I was gasping between my loud cries of pleasure. The look in J’s eyes was so sexy but dangerous.

I had awakened a beast.

J kept slamming his entire length in me, until a strong feeling seemed to come closer. I guess I was close to an orgasm. Although I also read that most women don’t come the first time, or even the first few times. ‘’J’’ I tried to say his name, but it came out as a whisper. J growled and kept doing this hard work. A shiver ran down my spine and I struggled to breathe. It felt so good. ‘’J’’ I tried again and it came out a little louder. ‘’You’re close, I know’’ he let me know. Tomorrow would be a day I’d find it hard to walk. I just felt it.

As the feeling grew stronger, tears stung my eyes again. I wanted to let go so bad, but I found it hard. I blinked, letting the tears wash down my face. But the roughness was fucking amazing. I knew I wasn’t normal. ‘’Ah-’’ I screamed, but fell silent as a wave of pleasure washed across my entire body, feeling like a good slap. It’s like all my other senses numbed down, only allowing me to feel the amazing feeling. It made my abdomen muscles tense. I curled my toes and used my free hand to dig my nails into J’s back.

After a while I came back to my senses, still feeling like heaven, but something unexpected happened. I got super sensitive. It’s like every move J did was like twenty times more sensitive. ‘’J’’ I whimpered, still recovering from that hard orgasm. He didn’t stop yet. I screamed out and my body started shaking. I was pushing him, but I wanted more. I wanted this, but my body couldn’t handle much more. J noticed and then stopped. He pulled out and put my legs down. I squeezed them together, panting hard on the bed now. J took off the condom and I watched as he came seconds later. His cum cum shot on my body, landing on my stomach. His entire hot load just pooled on my skin as I panted.

For some reason I liked that dirty sight of being covered in his cum. But now I felt like I was on fire, but it was so worth it. J was breathing heavily and he ran his hand through his hair. I cracked a smile and I looked at my boyfriend. Suddenly I felt much closer to him, it’s like we were more serious. ‘’Thank you’’ I whispered tiredly, but I was so happy. J  looked into my eyes more calmly now. ‘’Well it’s not over yet doll face. I need to run you a bath, you’re bleeding’’ He let me know. My eyes widened. Then I sat up, ignoring the burning sensation. He was right. There was a little blood on the sheets. Fuck.

I wasn’t sure if he was angry or not, but I still grew nervous.’’Shit sorry..I-I’ll clean up’’ I promised him quickly. Before I could panic more, J cupped my face and kissed me. It took me by surprise, but I kissed him back. The kiss was sweet and salty, but it sure calmed me down. Then J grabbed my wrists and let me put my hands on his chest. ‘’Oh kitten just take it easy, it’s fine. Daddy isn’t mad at you’’ He assured me. ‘’I lov..’’ I started, but quickly shut up. His smile faded. Joker never told anyone those three words, at least not that I knew of it. He knew how to show his emotions, especially when he got protective over me or when he wanted to spend time with me. He knew it as well ,but so far he had never said that he loved me. I was kinda nervous now. Everything went well, but I went and tried to say those words to him.

Way to go.

‘’I loved it’’ I cleared my throat, talking about the sex. Maybe he’d think through it. J sighed and then stood up. I thought he’d leave me alone, but instead he picked me up in his strong arms. So he carried me to the master bathroom. ‘’I know what you were going to say Y/N’’ he admitted ,but I was unsure if he was angry at me or not. He wasn’t obvious like an open book. No, Joker was a nut that was hard to crack, but I was going the right way. ‘’Sorry’’ I whispered and looked down. He put me on my feet and locked the white bathroom door. My legs were numb, kinda feeling like jelly. So I sat on the edge of the tub quickly. Then I watched as J let the warm water fill the big tub, big enough for two.

‘’Don’t be sorry’’ He started a little angrily. Well sherlock it wasn’t easy not to be. I didn’t want to ruin a perfect night with my own stupid feelings in words. J kneeled down in front of me and rested his head on my knees. ‘’Do you mean it?’’ He wanted to know. A blush spread on my already rosy cheeks. Then I nodded, a little scared if I had to be honest. Instead of getting mad at me like I expected him to be, instead of hitting me neither, he did the opposite.

‘’Well..I think that’s good, so I know our feelings are mutual’’ He let me know mysteriously. Just as I expected, he wouldn’t say ‘I love you’ but he found a way to let me know. 

Well this was a perfect valentine’s day..


Summary: Bucky asks to borrow your laptop and finds the smutty fanfiction that you’ve been writing on your anonymous Tumblr account.

Warnings: smut, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, metal arm kink

A/N: Thank you guys for being so nice to me today and sending me asks because I really like getting asks and they helped me feel better. I finished writing this at three in the morning because my anxiety is really bad because I’m waiting for my advisor to email me back about whether or not I can withdrawal my Physics class and I’m going really crazy waiting because I have a Physics test Thursday and welp. Anyway, that’s why you have this fic; I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this. Feedback is welcome and encouraged. If you want to be added to the tag list you have to send me an ask.

“Hey, (Y/N), can I borrow your laptop?” Bucky peered into your room, making sure you weren’t indecent first.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You unplugged the MacBook from it’s charger and handed it to Bucky. “I’ll be down in the gym if you have any questions.”

“Thanks, doll.” His fingers brushed against yours as he took the metal computer from you. The mixture of his pet name and the tingling from his touch sent a need between your legs. “Mind if I just sit in here and use it?” 

“Not at all.” You headed out of your room and to the gym, ready to work out.

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Originally posted by merlinemryspendragon

First marvel fic on this new blog! I hope you like it, the only other fandom I’ve written for is Riverdale on my blog @jvghead-jones-iii. Enjoy!

Summary: The reader sides with Steve during Civil War and her skills are tested when she’s thrown into the fight at the airport.


You flinched slightly as Bucky whispered into your ear.

Following his lead, you took off after him and Sam making sure to pace yourself as you sprinted through the airport. You ducked slightly when the windows shattered, throwing your hands up and stopping the glass in it’s path.

“Alright…ow! Couldn’t you have stopped the glass when I was already fully inside the building?”

You, Sam, and Bucky turned to the newcomer who was perched on a beam as he carefully picked out the shards of glass that were embedded in his suit.

His artifical eyes widened slightly before coming to a rest as he spoke again. “Wait, your power is telekinesis? That’s so cool!”

You nodded dumbly as both Sam and Bucky tugged at your arms, the glass dropping to the floor as you were forced to run away from the young hero.

“Hey wait! I didn’t get your name,” he called out after you.

You looked over your shoulder and smirked before answering. “Peter Parker.”

His eyes widened once more as he heard you say his name and he proceeded to swing himself after you, determined to know who you were.

“So…how the hell do you know wonder kid?” Sam muttered as you hid behind a pillar.

You shushed him but answered nonetheless. “You remember that secret mission Tony gave me after the whole Ultron fiasco?” Sam nodded. “Well he sent me to New York to keep tabs on spider-boy. Just in case we ever needed him.”

“Well it looks like Tony needed him after all,” Bucky hissed, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Listen kid,” Bucky continued. “Get out of here. We’ll handle the spider.”

You started to shake your head, but Sam interrupted you. “No (Y/N). He’s right. Go find Wanda. You guys work well together. Stay safe ok?”

You nodded softly before creeping along the wall, already searching for an exit.

You didn’t get very far before you felt something hit your wrist, pinning it to the wall with a ‘thwip’.

You glanced down to see a white substance and immediately cried out for help. “Sam? Buck? Help?”

“Uh, we’re a little tied up at the moment (Y/N),” you heard Sam’s strained reply.

You looked for a way to get out of the webs but no matter how hard you pulled or strained, they stayed put.

“Strong isn’t it?”

You screamed and looked up at the sound, coming face to face (well face to mask) with Peter.

“Yeah, and kinda gross. Does this stuff come out of you?” you asked, your face twisting in disgust.

Peter’s smile faltered underneath his mask as he tried to converse with you. Stepping closer, he leaned against the wall in what he hoped was a casual fashion before speaking again. “So you know my name, I only think it’s fair if I know yours.”

You snorted but perked up as you heard a familiar noise. Redwing. You glanced out of the corner of your eye to see the small gadget flying in your direction. Glancing at Peter, you motioned for him to come closer, effectively putting him in Redwing’s path.

“Do you web up all the girls you meet?” you asked in a slightly flirtatious tone. You could feel the smirk grow under Peter’s mask.

“Only the beautiful ones,” he responded, enjoying the sight of the furious blush that tinted your cheeks as soon as the words left his mouth.

“It’s a shame that our little date couldn’t last longer,” you commented.

“What do you-”

Peter’s words we’re cut off as Redwing swooped in, throwing him out the window. “Hey! You set me up!”

You laughed out loud at his accusation as Bucky approached you, cutting off Peter’s webbing.

“Mr. Stark? They’re not stopping!” Peter cried out, mildly panicking as the two groups of superheroes charged at one another.

He immediately noticed you, running alongside Clint and Wanda and the intensity of his gaze made Tony look your way. When he saw you look at Clint for reassurance, his brows furrowed slightly.

Sighing and filled with worry, Tony grasped Peter’s arm and pulled him aside.

“Listen kid. You see that girl?” he pointed to you and Peter nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly under his mask. “She’s your age so do an old man a favor and keep her out of trouble yeah?”

Peter bobbed his head enthusiastically. “Sure can do Mr. Stark. I’ll make sure she stays safe.”

Tony sighed to himself as he watched Peter swing away. “Teenagers.”

You ran towards Natasha with Clint but stopped in your tracks as you heard a familiar ‘thwip’.

You twirled around and dropped straight to the floor as a white mass flew over your head and hit the wall behind you.

It was Peter.

“You know, it was pretty rude of you to set me up the way you did back there,” he teased.

A slight smirk spread across your face. “Aw but I set you up with Redwing. He’s not so bad.“

You heard a snort emanate from under the mask, making you giggle. Peter blushed at the sound and cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, uh, you come here often?”

You laughed out loud at his attempt to flirt before stepping closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he gulped audibly. “Y'know Pete, if only the circumstances were different. I might not have to do this.”

“Do what?” he asked, confused.

In a flash, you had him in a headlock. You kicked his legs out from under him and tightened your grip until he collapsed, clawing at your arms as he tried to get you to let go.

When he stopped moving, you let him go and got up, pausing to look down at him as he wheezed and tried to catch his breath.

You help your hand out and located some wire, bringing it to your outstretched hand and quickly tying his wrist to a pole.

“Ow,” Peter hissed as he tried to tear his hand away.

“Good luck getting that knot off. I was in scouts when I was younger,” you said as you walked away, throwing a wink in his direction.

No matter how hard he tried, Peter couldn’t help the blush that covered his face once more.

He was still sitting there minutes later when Tony was thrown his way.

“Mister Stark!” Peter greeted happily.

“Kid,” Tony grunted out, looking him over. “Ah she got you too?”

“What do you mean sir?”

“After you let her go, she came after all of us. Who do you think threw my over here,” Tony muttered as he stood up, blasting the wire that bound Peter’s wrist. “(Y/N)’s gotten much stronger with her abilities I’ll give her that.”

Peter looked after Tony as he flew away.

“(Y/N),” he sighed. “So that’s her name.”

With a grin on his face, Peter swung towards the battle, this time finding himself in an altercation with Captain America himself.

You whimpered in pain as you pushed Clint out of the way, taking the hit that the panther had thrown his way.

“Go help the others!” you cried. “I’ll take care of the king.”

Clint looked at you hesitantly, taking note of the way you were holding the king down with your powers before nodding and running off.

You let the king go and he stood up slowly, stretching and flexing his muscles in a way that resembled the very cat he was dressed as.

“King T'Challa,” you declared, dropping into a low bow.

The king seemed taken aback at your actions before he shook his head and crouched down into a fighting stance.

“I am terribly sorry for your loss,” you continued. “Your father was a great man and although I know you won’t believe me, Bucky played no role in his death.”

T'Challa paused for a moment, not knowing what to do. “Thank you for your condolences Miss (L/N), but I am afraid you are right. I don’t believe you.”

With those words, he lunged at you. You threw your arms up last minute, trying to block him.

It didn’t work and instead you felt his vibranium claws tear through your arm. You cried out loud, drawing the attention of Bucky, who looked at you in concern and darted over to help you fight the panther.

By the time he got there however, you had thrown T'Challa into one of the airplanes, muttering furious apologies as you attacked the King of Wakanda.

Unbeknownst to you, your cries had also drawn Peter’s attention and distracted him from his battle.

He groaned as Cap dropped the walkway on his shoulders and he struggled to hold it up.

Noticing his lack of focus, Steve chuckled breathlessly. “You like her don’t you kid?”

Peter stumbled over his tongue as he tried to deny Steve’s statement.

“Don’t try and hide it kid,” Steve laughed. “I was the same when I was your age.“

“It’s just, she’s really cool Mr. America,” Peter replied quietly.

“Well I hope something works out. I like you kid. Where are you from?”

“Queens,” Peter grunted as he struggled under the weight he was holding.

Cap chuckled once more before running off. “Brooklyn.”

You yelped in surprise as you were pulled aside and came face to face with Bucky and Steve.

“Listen (Y/N/N),” Steve began. “I don’t like this plan but we need you to come with us to locate the rest of the soldiers. When Scott gives us the signal, we sprint towards the hangar and whatever happens, do not stop until you reach it. Okay?”

You nodded as you struggled to catch your breath. “Got it Cap!”

“Also,” Bucky said. “Take some pity on the poor kid and give him your number or something. It’s sad really, the way you two flirt.”

You blushed heavily as you ran off, waiting for the signal, and ran into Natasha who only looked at you and wrapped you up in her arms.

“Thank goodness you’re still safe,” she mumbled. “Go hide somewhere safe. Please.”

You didn’t answer as she ran off, instead focusing your attention on the now humongous Scott Lang.

I guess that’s the signal , you thought to yourself as you sped towards the hangar.

Everything happened too quickly for you to process but all you know is that you were standing at the entrance to the hangar when Vision and Wanda faced off.

Multiple cries were heard and Natasha held Steve and Bucky back as they tried to run to you.

When Rhodey fell, out in the field, the entrance collapsed, and covered you in debris.

The last thing you heard was Bucky, Steve, and Peter screaming your name and the last thing you saw was a familiar Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man™ swinging towards you.

You opened your eyes slowly, groaning slightly at the aching pain you felt throughout your body.

“Where am I?’ you whispered groggily.

At the sound of your voice, Tony (who had been sitting by your bed) shot up straight. He took one look at you before he launched himself at you, gathering you in his arms much like Natasha had done and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank god you’re alright,” he muttered over and over.

“Tony where am I?” you asked again. “Where are the others?”

Tony shifted his gaze towards the floor. “You’re in the Raft. You all are. But you’re in the medical wing. You and Rhodey were hurt pretty badly.”

You gasped. The Raft. You were in a maximum security prison.

“Listen kid,” Tony continued. “Cameras are off so take this.”

You tightened your grip over the things Tony had slipped into your palm. Your cell phone, some pills, and a slip of paper.

“You won’t stay here much longer kid,” Tony said. “I’m gonna go get Cap and Barnes and then we’ll get you all out of here okay?”

You nodded softly, leaning forwards to hug Tony again before he got up and walled towards the door.

“Oh and kid,” Tony paused. “Do me a favor and put that paper to good use. You’re still young. Have some fun!”

You chuckled as Tony sent a smile your way before leaving. Looking down, you unfolded the piece of paper, only to let out a laugh when you read the writing.

Hey (Y/N) (I finally got your name btw), I just wanted to say that even though we were on opposing teams, you’re pretty, and cool. I mean you’re pretty cool. I wanna get to know you if that’s alright with you so if you’re ever not busy saving the world, you can shoot me a text if you’d like?


-Peter P.

Peter jumped in anticipation as he felt his phone vibrate. He felt the smile spread across his face as he read the message, glad that Tony had delivered his note.

Hey Peter. I’m sorry about setting you up with Redwing but if you’re willing, I have someone else in mind that I think will suit you perfectly.


Peter wasted absolutely no time in replying.

First Marvel fic and I hope y'all enjoyed it! I hope it was good!

Plow Me

Because I’m self indulgent

In my defense, @secretschuylersister started it [And yes, it is based off of The Tag, her Legendary tag, id you could not tell by the title]

Pairing: Lin x reader (I think? I mean, it kind of turned out more Daveed x readerish. I was thinking that if people actually like this, I might do a second part and put more Lin in it… Unless y’all want it to be a Daveed fic? That works too.)

Warnings: probably OOCish characters (Taylor included? Not sure if she swears… Never mind yes she does) Sexual references, hardcore shipping, fangirl Daveed, some swearing (okay, lots of swearing) - that’s it, I think

Summary: The Hamilcast finds out about something that they maybe shouldn’t have

Note: Special thanks to @timeforhamilton who let me send this for her for advice and encouraged me to keep going, @secretschuylersister for answering my questions for “research” and @on-written-wings for her oh-so-helpful Industrial Revolution list! If you haven’t met any of them, check them out! They’re all hilarious, kind, wonderful, too great for this world awesome! :)


“You’re joking.”

“Do it.”


“But why not?” Daveed pressed.

“Because it’s creepy!” Anthony defended. “Why would I look up Lin?”

“Trust me, the results are very amusing.”

“How exactly would you know that, Diggs?”

“I’ll give you three guesses… And ten dollars if you do it.”

Anthony sighed, folding under the promise of money for his troubles.

Daveed grinned, letting out a fist pump into the air.

“The things I do for you people…” Anthony breathed, even as he pulled his laptop closer to him, Google already getting up and running.

His fingers began to lazily drift over the keys, but after a few seconds, they stopped, a smirk curling on his face as his eyebrows lifted further.

“Oh, Diggs, you were right.”

“Why? What’d you find?” Daveed asked eagerly, moving so he could see the screen, eager for the scoop on something he might’ve missed.

Sitting there, all too innocently in the search bar, were the unfinished words Lin-Manue.

In the drop down list of frequent searches just below it, from the bottom up, it went lin-manuel miranda net worth, lin-manuel miranda drunk history, lin-manuel miranda moana, lin-manuel miranda, and, at the very top of the list, securing it’s spot as the most searched topic with his name on it, lin-manuel miranda plow me.

The two shared a mischievous look, devious grins slowly growing on their faces.

It took all of two seconds for them to silently agree, and immediately afterwards, Anthony had furiously clicked the first option, repeatedly doing so until the next page had loaded.

Scrolling down, he murmured, “So, Tumblr is the blue void from whence this came, eh? Let’s see if we can find out where this started…”

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Fandom event etiquette

Suggestions for both organizers and participants for a smooth and fun experience

Events are some of the most fun things in fandom. They bring people together for a common project, foster a great sense of community, and produce lots of amazing content for the fandom. As long as they’re run responsibly. As people who are quite active in the fandom events scene for the Voltron fandom a few things have been brought to our attention recently and we’d like to address them. Sheer event volume, poor management, and disorganized events are starting to turn people off from signing up/participating, and it’s really upsetting to see these things that are supposed to be fun turning into sources of stress and anxiety instead

Please know that this isn’t about pointing fingers at any single event or individual, rather this is advice we’d like to share based on our experience as both event organizers and participants. We welcome comments and further discussion, but if you’d like to add to this post please don’t namedrop any people or events. Don’t turn this post into a call-out, that’s not what it’s about. Finally, this post is written specifically about the Voltron fandom, but I’m sure it could apply to pretty much any fandom, so anyone who finds it useful feel free to reblog!

- @ace-pidge​ and @bosstoaster


  • Check the state of the fandom before starting a new event. This is absolutely crucial. For the Voltron fandom, I maintain an entire set of calendars with the schedules of all ongoing and upcoming events, please take advantage of it. Your idea is probably super cool! But if there are already a couple dozen other projects going on it may be wise to hold off on it. If you’re worried about someone else coming along and stealing your idea, you can make a blog/post to signal your intent to run your event in the future, and wait a while for things to calm down a bit before actually running it. I’ve been getting many messages from people saying they feel burnt out or overwhelmed with the sheer number of events, and that’s not a situation anyone wants. [Edit (14/09): After hearing the thoughts of a Zine mod on this topic I now find this next statement unfair and in poor taste, as it lowkey implies (falsely) that Zine mods don’t know what they’re doing. I’ll leave my original comments in for posterity, but let it be known that really at this point my issue with Zines is more instances of lackluster management rather than Zine volume in itself. This is especially worrying for Zines, because actual money is involved. The market has been flooded with Zines over the summer, which results in fewer people buying them overall. Fandom people aren’t made of money, and it’s important to consider this when planning a Zine]     
  • Make sure you’re able to commit entirely to the project, both time-wise and mentally/physically. Fandom events are BIG JOBS, especially the ones that span several months like Big Bangs and Zines. But even smaller events like Weeks or Exchanges require a certain amount of work put into them. That’s months of advertising, of making posts, of answering questions, of sorting people out and keeping tabs on them, of troubleshooting. Look at your school/work situation not just in the near future but also several months down the line: will you have the time to dedicate to this. Look at why you’re doing this event: are you just doing it because you want in on the fun. Look at your mental/physical health situation: will you have the capacity to see this through. If you know that given your history there’s a possibility something might happen that will prevent you from keeping on top of the project (like a depressive episode or a hospitalization) make sure to account for that (for example bring on a team of mods who will be able to carry on without you should you need to step back for a while)       
    • Make sure your fellow mods are up to the task. Smaller events can be comfortably run by a single person, but bigger events like Zines and Big Bangs really should be run by at least 2 people, if not a team of 3-5*. This will ensure the workload is shared and there’s less chance of burning out before the project reaches completion. And they must all be people who are equally invested in the project. Having 1 very enthusiastic mod and 2 wishy-washy tag-along mods is a recipe for a project to fall apart     
    • If your friend is asking you to co-mod an event with them and you’re not sure you can/want to commit to it, say no! Don’t feel like you have to accept just because it’s your friend asking. It’s better to be upfront and honest than to start something you won’t be able to finish
  • The above goes DOUBLE if you plan to run more than 1 event at a time. I’m not here to say you can’t run more than 1 event at the same time, but if you plan to do that you better make EXTRA sure you have the time and resources to commit to all of them
  • Get advice from someone who has run this kind of event in the past, especially if it’s your first time as an organizer. Talking to someone who has gone through this already will likely prove invaluable for running a smooth event and dealing with problems that may arise. Look through the notes on this post if you need to find someone to contact     
  • Communication is key, be transparent! It is extremely important to stay in contact with your participants. This will both remind them that the event is ongoing (you’d be surprised how often people sign up for something then forget about it entirely) and show that you are responsible and on top of things. Also, don’t forget about your public page. With most events having dedicated Discord servers these days, it’s easy to forget about updating the event blog/Twitter page. Putting up a post every now and then to update the public on the event’s progress lets people know it’s not dead and keeps their interest up while your participants work behind the scenes
    • Stay on schedule, and if you can’t, let people know. Be clear and upfront about the event’s timeline and the different milestones, and if you can’t keep to the schedule say so. People will generally be very understanding. If you’re dealing with a Real Life situation, or if there are circumstances outside your control like printing/manufacturing delays on a Zine, tell your participants and your audience. This will avoid people getting disgruntled and frustrated and bitter because they feel left in the dark     
    • If for whatever reason you can no longer see the project through, tell people instead of just disappearing off the face of the Earth. It’s really upsetting from a participant’s perspective to be left with no news for weeks or months on end without a clue what happened to the event. Sometimes things come up or stuff happens, it’s understandable, but if that’s the case you need to let people know. It may be very upsetting to make that post, but trust me, people will appreciate the knowing     
  • Be VERY CAREFUL if you’re going to be handling money (as with Zines for example). Handling people’s money is a huge responsibility. If you’re going to be taking money you have to make sure you’re able to deliver on what you promised. The absolute worst time for a project to stall out is after preorders and before products are shipped out. If your project stalls at this stage and you don’t keep your buyers appraised of the situation you may get accused of scamming people or people may start demanding refunds, which is a mess no one wants to deal with     
  • Don’t air your dirty laundry publicly. We get it, sometimes running an event is frustrating. Participants drop out, or disappear and can’t be contacted, or butt heads with you or each other. Don’t complain about it anywhere public; know that stuff you say will reflect on you as an organizer as well as on your event. Vent to friends or on private accounts if you must, but you want to appear professional and in control in public. If you appear messy, your event will also appear messy, and it may make people think twice about staying in it or participating in stuff you do in the future 
    • Related: Try and keep your tone upbeat and positive and professional in your promo posts and answers to questions, even if you’re answering the same question for the umpteenth time. Giving off a frustrated or negative vibe may turn people off your event    
  •  If you’re a minor who wants to run an event make sure it’s appropriate for your age. Honestly, kudos to you if you’re 15-17 and running (or helping to run) an event, it’s great that you’re so involved! But for the love of all things good don’t get involved in an event where NSFW content is likely to appear. No amount of “I’m mature enough” or “I act older” constitutes a valid excuse, and you’re putting your (adult) participants in a very dangerous situation if you do that. ESPECIALLY if they don’t know you’re underage

*This isn’t to say you can’t run a bigger event if you’re alone, because people can and have done it and quite successfully at that. But in that case you must be absolutely all in


  • When you sign up for something, take the commitment seriously. Only sign up for things you know you’ll have the time/energy to deliver on, and do your best to do it
    • Stay on task. Keep to the schedule on your own, don’t make the organizers run after you
    • If you need an extension, ask for it, and don’t wait for the last minute. Sometimes you just need those few extra days or that week to complete your piece. Very often organizers will be understanding if you approach them asking for an extension, but don’t wait till the deadline to do so. Ask for the extension the moment you realize you’ll need extra time. Also ask even if you’re not 100% sure you’ll need it. Better to get the extension but still hand your stuff in on time than to show up the day of the deadline with an incomplete work and asking for more time. In the event that the organizers can’t give you an extension, either sort yourself out to have your stuff done on time or drop out of the event
    • If you need to drop out, do it sooner rather than later. Sometimes things come up, or your muse goes on vacation, or something else happens that’ll make you unable to participate. That’s ok! It happens to everyone. But in that case, tell the organizers ASAP so they can readjust their plans around you. Don’t just disappear off the face of the Earth without letting them know what your status is
  • Pace yourself. I know it’s tempting to sign up for everything. But the more you’re in the more strain you put on yourself, and the more likely you are to cause a domino effect if something goes wrong
  • Don’t air your dirty laundry publicly. If you have an issue with another participant or the organizer(s), or the way the event is being managed, or whatever else, take it up privately first. If it can’t be resolved, maybe just quietly drop out of the event and go on your way 

Title: Home

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:   Love it? Hate it? Let me hear it either way. 

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

You dropped your bag on the floor, falling onto your bed with a yawn. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you pulled up your text chain with Andre.

(Y/N): Just made it home. I miss you already. <3

Andre: Sweet dreams. Love you.

You sighed, standing up to change into your pajamas, finally slipping under the covers as exhaustion settled in. You had just spent the past week with Andre in DC and the thought of not waking up next to him made your heart heavy. Waking up to that playful smile always made you feel at home; a sense of security enveloped you when you were curled up with him under the covers. Your bed in Chicago always felt so big and cold the first few days after getting back from DC. Each trip back to Chicago was getting harder and harder to make.

With your vacation time finally approved, you hurriedly pulled up a list of flights onto the screen in front of you; calling Andre to see which flight in would work best for his schedule. You had a few more vacation days to use, excited to see Andre again after a long 7 weeks of texts and Skype calls. His face popped up in the open tab, his lips curling into a grin as he saw your face.

“Hey, babe. I have a few days off next week and I know you have a string of home games and—“

“Come, whenever you can.” he smiled, all too familiar with this conversation. He was always so thrilled whenever you could come to visit him, even if it was only for a few days. “Which ever flight gets you here soonest, I’ll make sure I can come pick you up from the airport.” he said.

“Okay, I’ll let you know when I pick a flight.” you smiled, scrolling through the list of flights and prices. “I saw your goal last night, can’t wait to see you get some more in the playoffs.” you grinned, glancing at Andre as he ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up on end.

“Will you even be able to make it out here for any playoff games?” he asked, his smile dropping as he waited for an answer.

“Probably not as many as I’d like to.” you frowned. “I’m really busy with work and I’d never be able to have enough time off to get to DC for all of them.” you said sadly, eyes flitting down the rows of flight times. “I’ll be watching them all from here, though.” you added, hoping to make amends.

Andre sighed, lines creasing his forehead as he frowned at your answer, his eyes staring at a wall offscreen.

“I could be out there next Wednesday; the earliest flight would arrive in DC at 6:00am your time.” you said. “I’d have to fly out Sunday morning at 6:00pm.”

“No.” Andre said, his snapping to face you.

“What? Okay… Do you want me to come out later? There’s a flight that would come in at 10:00am your time. But that would probably interfere with practice, right?”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant ‘no’ about the going home on Sunday part.” he said, agitation etched across his face.

“Those are all the vacation days I have, Andre. If I want to get out to DC to see you at all during the playoffs, I can’t afford to take any more time off right now.”

“Buy a one way ticket.” he said firmly.

“What? Andre…”

“Bring your stuff with you. Move in with me.” he urged, his brown eyes full of sincerity.

“Andre I – my job, I –“

“Quit.” he said. “DC has jobs. Plenty of jobs you’d be more than qualified for.” he said. “Hell, don’t get a job if you don’t want, too. I just want you here. I want us to be together more than a few days here and there. Move in with me.” he reiterated.

You stared at the computer screen, mouth agape. You had talked about moving in together eventually, but you hadn’t expected him to bring it up now.

He sighed, shaking his head at your surprised expression. “I know this probably seems like something I just threw out there, but I’ve actually been thinking about it a lot.” he explained. “I have my own place, I know the city, I have great friends and teammates; I’ve been settled in for a while now. I have everything in DC that I want… Except you.” he added softly.

“You’re serious?” you asked; your heart rising in your throat, happy tears threatening to spill. “You really want me to move in with you?”

“You really didn’t see this coming?” he questioned with a slight smile. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and ever since your last trip—“

“It’s been harder than ever to be apart?” you suggested, Andre nodded. “I know. I’ve felt the same way.”

“Then move in with me.” he said, leaning in closer the camera, his face filling up the tab.

“Okay.” you breathed after a pause. “Let’s do this.”

“Okay.” he said, his grin returning. “I can’t wait to see your face every morning. And our baby will be so happy that we’re finally living together.”

“Our baby?” you asked, confused. “I’m not preg—”

“I know, babe. Hold on a second.” he disappeared from the screen, his curls popping back into frame a few minutes later. “Say hi to our baby.” he said, lifting a tiny, black puppy into the frame.

“What? You got a puppy?” you questioned in disbelief.

“I’m sorry.” Andre said quickly. “I should have waited for you to pick one out, but the people who put together the Canine Calendar reached out and it turned out this little guy needed a home.” he said gazing down at the furry puppy nestled in his arms.

“It’s fine, Andre. He’s adorable.” you laughed. “I’m just surprised you were able to keep him a secret. How long have you had him?”

“I picked him up three days ago. I couldn’t say no to this little face.” he said, nuzzling the tiny dog. He looked up after a few moments, his eyes gazing into yours through the screen. “(Y/N), will you be the mother of my puppy?”

“I absolutely will be, babe.” you answered excitedly.

“Say hi to your momma, buddy.” he said, lifting one of the dog’s tiny paws, waving it at you.

“You know, when I get to DC I’ll probably be cuddling the puppy more than you.”

Andre frowned. “I should be offended, but I honestly can’t blame you.” he admitted with a shrug. “Let me know what you need me to do to help you, babe. Just get things in order and come home to us.”

“Home?” you questioned.

“I mean, that’s what I want this to be for us.” he said, concern covering his features. “If that’s what you want.” he added quickly.

“Of course, babe! Just hearing it… it makes me really happy, I like the sound of that.” you said, your heart ready to burst when Andre’s sweet smile returned. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

Request:  I love your writings!! And I also love that you have other authors imagines/drabbles here as well! It’s helped me find other blogs to read :). Can you do an imagine with Andre Burakovsky where you live in Chicago and he wants you to move in with him in DC so he gets a puppy and asks you to help raise it 😊🐶

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my writing and that you’ve been able to find other blogs, too. I hope you enjoyed this one!           

Mantras, Checklists & Managing Anxiety

Hello there my little songbirds! Today I want to talk about something near and dear to my heart, managing anxiety.  Now I am in no way a medical professional or will my tips work for everyone.  Make sure that if you are experiencing major anxiety or anxiety that interferes with your normal day to day life, please seek medical help.

Now that that is out of the way on to the topic at hand.  For reference I’ve been diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and OCD.  Anxiety can be hell on your everyday life, it can cause you to lose focus, keep you from experiencing life and a whole other host of issues.  The goal of our page, and my hope is that we can give you some new ideas to try and help manage your anxiety as part of your self-care plan.

The Tips:

1) Write everything down:  This most effective way I have found for me to help tame the anxiety beast before I lay down.  Before I go to bed I write down everything, every single little thing that I think that I may have to do the next day, things that I may want to do, ideas, anything that is bothering me.  This method really helps in getting those things out of your brain and trapped onto the page allowing you to de-clutter your mind.  Plus it helps lessen the fear that you are forgetting something because it is all written down.  It helps if you do this before a very soothing ritual or routine right before lights out

2) Create a decompression nighttime routine:  This is a new addition to my nightly self-care and it has been a very welcoming and zen one.  After recording my thoughts and irritants for the day, I set about a nightly routine to help relax me and move me towards a more favorable disposition for sleep.  My night routine usually consists of feeding the pups and giving night cuddles before moving into my night skincare routine.  My skincare routine also includes a spiritual aspect because I invite my deities into my space to share in the cleansing of the day away and then I partake in a small treat that I share with them.  Once the candles are out and the treat consumed and my face properly pampered, I’m usually so relaxed that I fall asleep within minutes of climbing into bed.  If not I watch a few of my favorite shows and allow myself to drift off.

3) Mantras:  This is a fairly new thing as well in my routine.  I use this to help quell some of my ritualized urges or random panic attacks that I have forgotten something or that harm is going to come to my home or someone I love.  By repeating the series of phrases when I feel the panic starting to well up, It diverts my mind from the 5000 different scenarios that could occur and focuses my brain on the fact that everything is fine and making myself cognizant that I am falling back into old patterns

4) Checklists:  If you have any familiarity with me at all you will know that I am a HUUUUUUGE fan of the checklist.  This is the easiest way to divide a task up and put it into manageable chunks that you can complete in a timely fashion and forestall the panic of forgetting something, but also gives you a great deal of satisfaction when you check something off. And the checklists do not have to be anything big or numerous.  Some days I just have a check box labelled Did not light anyone on fire.  Is it an accomplishment? YES!  Try creating checklist with easy things that you do on a normal basis to get in the habit of checking things off.  Add to your list.  You will really be surprised by how much you accomplish during a day.  This is also particularly useful if you feel like you do not do anything or never accomplish anything worthwhile.  Seeing those checks on the day can really help motivate you to move on to other more complicated tasks on your checklist.

5) Create a self-care book: As a self proclaimed paper-whore, this is coming from a place of my love for paper and organization, but it does have a very practical use as well.  A self-care journal or notebook can help you keep track of things that you want to try, inspirations to keep you moving forward, a place to put you list of irritants, routines, literally anything that you feel helps contribute to the care of your mind, body and spirit.

This right here is my self-care book.  The Brain Raccoons section holds sort of a running stream of consciousness about my day, what I’m thinking, what is troubling me, anything that I just want to get out of my brain.  I also have a section for my self-care inspirations (quotes, pictures, etc) and my thoughts on carious subjects within my self-care journey, the most important of which being why my self-care is important and why I should let myself be cared for on top of the million other things I have to do.  The rest of the tabs are for various techniques (breathing exercises, meditation, etc.), recipes for nourishing my body in healthy ways, a tab for improving my mental health and mental health strategies, and a tab for routines.   There are a million different ways that you can customize your book to cover things that are important to your or areas that you feel you need more focus in order to bring your whole being into fighting shape.

I hope that you find these 5 tips and tricks helpful and that it helps give you a surge of ideas to implement in your own self-care journey!  Feel free to drop us a line with other methods that you have found useful or any questions that you may have!

Stay healthy and happy songbirds!! And remember YOU ARE WORTH IT! YOU MATTER!!


Warmth. (Chapter 1)

Summary: long distance reddie fic based on my headcanons posted here.

a/n: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE WONDERFUL FEEDBACK! i decided to actually write the fic! so without further ado, here’s chapter 1~

Eddie Kaspbrak could honestly say that college sucked.

He’d been there and done that all in about three months of freshman year. The party scene was definitely not for him. Eddie would much rather prefer actually learning. And you know, passing his classes so he wouldn’t have to be in college any longer than he should be.

It was a shocker, to say the least when Eddie’s mom even allowed him to go to school. Sure, his mom wanted the best for him, but she would much rather have Eddie stay at home with her. And part of Eddie resented his mom for that. She was always so… overbearing. It was annoying, but finally, he was free.

Free from Derry, Maine.

Now that he was in New York, he could finally learn the ways to become a successful business operator, and he wasn’t about to screw it up.

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Come back to me

Sherlock Holmes is standing by the window, watching the bustle on the street below.
It is early evening and people are rushing home. Bags under their arms, their hats sheltering them from the wind pulled low into their faces. Some people stop briefly to buy a newspaper from the young salesman, who eagerly exclaims out headlines. Whose face radiates with every earned coin.

Every now and then, all of them must step aside when a carriage approaches, and the horses crush the dirt on the road under their hooves. Their breath escapes before them in a steam cloud. It’s already that cold, although it is only autumn.

In the next moment, a particularly violent gust makes people bow down and hold their hats. A groan visibly goes through the crowd.

Holmes observes how a lady’s hat is blown from her head. It lands directly in a puddle and the woman slaps both hands to her mouth.

Holmes smiles, and turns away from the window with a soft sigh.
He walks slowly to his chair.

He sits down and stretches himself comfortably. A yawn frees itself from his mouth.

Slowly, the light in the room dims.

The atmosphere is quiet. Peaceful.

The fire in the fireplace burns reliably. Donating its comforting warmth willingly. The flames paint dancing shadows on the walls.

Holmes closes his eyes and puts his fingertips to his chin.

He smiles, as after a few minutes he can hear the stairs creaking.
Only one person makes these particular creaks.

Doctor John Watson.

As the steps approach, at a moderate pace, Holmes says softly, “You’ve taken your time, Watson.”


“Hello Sherlock,” says John, swallowing.

There is no answer. Of course, not.

The only answer he receives is the steady beeping of the heart monitor

“I brought another book with me today,” John says softly, and lets himself sink into the armchair in front of Sherlock’s bed. He has no idea when this armchair had replaced the usual uncomfortable chair. Somehow, it had appeared there. And John’s back was grateful for this.

“We read the last one quickly, didn’t we?”

John rummages in his bag and reveals a shredded copy of “The Canterville Ghost”. He opens it.
“I really hope you’ll like this one,” he says softly to Sherlock’s stiff face under the oxygen mask.

John clears his throat and begins to read.


“Well, did you solve the case?” Watson asks, sinking into his own chair.
“No. But I’m working on it,” Holmes replies, without opening his eyes. “I’m very close. I can feel it.”

“Mmh. Good,” Watson mutters, then he’s quiet.

Holmes can hear him breathing. Louder than usual. And quicker.
He frowns.
"Something is angering you, Watson. Spit it out. Your thoughts distract me.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“I can hear it in your breath.”

“Fine … When are you going to leave this apartment the next time?”

“Why should I.”

“Well, it’s been eight weeks since last time you put a foot out the door.”

Holmes opens his eyes. “I don’t believe that. I’m pretty sure it’s only six weeks.”

“No, eight,” Watson mutters and sighs.

Holmes shrugs.

They only sit there for a moment. Silence fills the air between them.
Suddenly, Holmes groans and rubs his forehead with one hand.
“Stop talking, Watson. Do you even get enough air between your rambling?”

“I … didn’t say anything!” Watson blinks at him, confused.

Holmes frowns irritated and closes his eyes again.


“Sherlock … If you can hear me, you should know … well, they want, uhm, your family wants to shut off the life support if you don’t wake up within the next two weeks. That … I tried, but in the end I had to admit … Oh shit. Shit. So, I want to say, now would be a good time to wake up, okay? We are waiting for you here. Always, and … Oh God, Sherlock I need you. OK. This sounds terribly selfish. I mean, it was obvious … you decided to take this overdose on the plane. Yes. And God knows, if bloody Moriarty had not been, we wouldn’t have … we wouldn’t have found you. And I wouldn’t have brought you back. So, shit that’s so hard … If you want to go – if you must - then … I just want to say we could talk about it, ok? We could find a solution? Yes. That’s it … I’ll be back tomorrow. Good night.”


“How about a walk, Holmes?”

“No thanks.”

“A little fresh air would certainly do you good!”

“Stop it, Watson. You sound like my mother. ”

“ … Fine. I’m going to have a little fresh air alone then.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No. Only … disappointed. ”

“Disappointed? Why?”

“Forget it. See you later.”

“See you later, Watson.”

Watson slams the door a bit louder than usual.
His steps are faster than usual.

Holmes frowns.

He doesn’t understand what’s going on with Watson. And with the others.
He doesn’t have to leave the room. He has everything he needs here. Why won’t they understand that?


“So … that’s it. Two days, Sherlock. Two days. I … I’m here to start saying goodbye. Actually. But … The truth is, I can’t. I cannot do this. I cannot give up, Sherlock. Something tells me that you want to come back but you can’t.”

John clenches his hands into fists. He looks down at Sherlock’s still face.

“Please,” he whispers, his eyes filling with tears. “Please, Sherlock. I know I’ve already asked you for a miracle in the past. You heard me then. Hear me now.”

And the next moment, without really realizing it, John bends down and gives Sherlock a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Come back, Sherlock,” he whispers, and a tear falls on Sherlock’s cheek.

“Come back to me.”


Holmes plays his violin while he’s looking out the window again.
He looks for Watson.

But Watson doesn’t come.

Holmes yawns. He suddenly feels very tired. Unbelievable tired.
He lays the violin in it’s case and sits down in his armchair again.
A little nap wouldn’t be bad.

And maybe, when he wakes up again, Watson will be there …

So Holmes closes his eyes and soon falls asleep. He doesn’t dream.
But he can hear John Watson’s voice whispering something.
Something like
Good bye my love.

Sleep well.

Corrected by @bakerstreet-irregular <3

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♦ Team up? (Pt.1)

Originally posted by hardyness

Summary: In which the reader is a high schooler by day and vigilante by night, doing all that she can to help the residents of Queens. Then one day Spider-Man is helped out by an overly athletic civilian who happens to go to Midtown High. It is not long until Peter Parker starts putting two and two together.

♦Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker / Spider-Man x Fem!Reader / Secret Vigilante
♦Genre: Adventure//Fluff?
Word Count: A lot? 
Warnings: None 

Part 2

You had no idea what the hell hit the school but it infected literally everyone. Like Everyone. One second the Decathlon Team leaves for the Nationals then once they’re back suddenly everyone is infatuated with the Spider-Man. And why? Oh because he decided to do a backflip from the top of the Washington Monument on live television. 

You couldn’t help but scoff. 

‘Show off,’ you thought as you grudgingly slammed your locker shut. 

Just maybe - I said maybe - you were a little jealous that while you worked your ass off every night after curfew, juggling your teenage life, home work and being a vigilante (okay, on good nights, a superhero)  and this new guy who’s only been on the street for a year all of a sudden saves someone and he’s famous and everyone wants him to run for president. Jesus.

Not to mention he was such a rookie. Like his ‘techniques’ are really rough around the edges. (What? Of course you’ve been keeping tabs on the guy. It’s useful to know who’s patrolling your turf when you’re not around!)

You scoffed again as you remembered the day you spotted him stopping a guy from stealing a bike, then only to leave a note saying ‘Is this your bike? Do not steal.’

Whoever he is. He’s a dork.’ You concluded.

But still. It did bother you that your alter ego, who some idiot with a blog and a YouTube channel dubbed as ‘The Ninja Blur’ - you involuntarily rolled your eyes at that one - did not get as much recognition (or views) as the Spider-Man.

You sighed as you sat down at your desk in chemistry class, unpacking your books and opening them at the right page. Though deep down, you knew it’s not about the fame and the popularity. You don’t really mind that no one gives you credit for what you do because whether they do or not you will still do what it takes to make these streets safe at night. No matter what. 

And this Spider dude.

You frown at the thought of him.

He may not be so bad. After all if it weren’t for him, you may have lost your best friend, Liz forever. 

But still. It did bother you how advanced his suit was. Did he always have those web-wing things that they showed on TV?

You glanced at the clock. It showed 1.59 pm. 


The bell rang sonorously, as always, nearly splitting your head open. 

“Only 45 minutes to go.” You mumbled.

“And that’s how the -”

You didn’t hear the rest as it was a Friday and soon as the bell signalled for the end of class everyone evacuated, leaving the building as if it were on fire. Like literally someone forgot to take their bag. 

And before you knew it you were the only one in the room. 

Your teacher took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“Thanks God it’s the weekend.” He said to himself.

“Sir, one upon hearing that would believe you aren’t fond of your profession.” You remarked as you packed your things.

He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. Never mind. Have a good weekend. Stay safe.” He added absent mindedly.

“Ok, I’ll try my best.” You called from the corridor. 

‘But no promises.’ 

The corridor was almost deserted and you ran towards the front doors when you felt a body slam into you from around the corner.


The impact wasn’t necessarily big but it hit your left side which was a victim of a mugger’s punch from last night and it still hurt like hell.

“Dammit.” You yelped as you rubbed your left side, your body bent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You heard someone say as they put their hand on your arm. 

You looked up through your glasses, though the lenses were only glass with thin silver frames. 

The first rule of being a crime-fighter is don’t let anyone find out you are a crime fighter. So in order to throw all suspicion off you always wore glasses to school. It was true, they did make you seem a little bit softer and less intimidating perhaps, it blended in with your usual quiet but observant demeanour, your long sleeved t-shirts so when you wore your long hair in a loose plait, you looked more like a cute bookworm rather than a butt-kicking crime-fighter. In school at least. At home or when you were with your friends, you let more of your true self show. You often congratulated yourself on your disguise. It was perfect, and necessary. 

“Yeah,” you said as you straightened up, with a little effort, “I’m fine, Jeez, what’s your hurry, huh?”

It was a guy, in a grey, long sleeved shirt, with dark brown eyes and messy hair. You definitely seen him around before.

“Yeah, I am. And I’m sorry, it was my fault! Are you gonna be okay?” He rambled on.

“Yes, I’ll be fine don’t worry.” You waved him off.

You saw relief wash over his face. Then, it appeared as if he remembered something life-threateningly important, his calm expression changed to a panicked one and he dashed off again.

You stared after him, dumbfounded. Then, you shook your head and hurried out the front door.

All the way home you couldn’t shake the guy from your thoughts. He was definitely in your chemistry class. He always had an extra beaker on his desk which is why you remembered him. Then he’s in your technology class as well. And physics too, though he’s always on his laptop.

What was his name…what was his name…


(1) New Message: from Liz <3</b>

Wanna chill at 4pm? Usual spot? 

You smiled.

To: Liz <3</b>

Message: Hells yeah!  I’m bringing the coffee this time X

You tucked your phone into your pocket as you waited for the subway. Then it hit you.

“Peter.” You said, with your eyes wide with realisation. 

You clicked your fingers.

“His name is Peter Parker.” You said, feeling proud that you remembered.

“Who’s is?” asked some random guy who was waiting beside you.

“Eh, never mind.” You said, suddenly feeling self-concious. Then the subway pulled up.

So you and Liz have been friends since the crib and she was basically your best friend which meant that you had to lie to her every ten minutes of hanging out together in order to keep her safe and not expose your ‘extra curricular hobbies’ which often included a slight risk of internal bleeding or fatal injuries.

But hey, you’ve been doing it for two years now, so it was child’s play. And luckily you didn’t need to lie this time because you actually had a legitimate excuse for being late. You had to help Spider-Man. Yeah. She wouldn’t believe it either.

It just sort of happened. It was very stupid of you, exposing your athletic skills like that but you didn’t have time to change. 

You were casually being fifteen minutes late, running across town to your favourite coffee shop, exhaling your order to the girl at the counter, ignoring the look she was giving you when you suddenly heard a car tyres screeching, followed by a thunderous bang!

Your heart missed a beat as you dash outside along with a few others to check what’s going on. 

You noticed a black SUV jeep, its engine smoking and its front practically slammed against a post box. People are approaching to help but then the door on the driver’s seat flew off and a thug with a mask ran from the scene towards your direction, carrying a black duffle bag. He was followed by two others.

You notice a few hundred dollar bills being swept up by the wind from the crashed jeep.

You squint at them as you realise what’s happening.

A robbery.

Before you knew it one of them was almost beside you and it is then that you decide to round-house kick him in the jaw and while he’s stunned kick his feet from underneath him. 

He landed on his back. Hard. 

Another guy, who seemed more than willing to fight you barred his fist but you front flipped behind him, only to punch him in the nose when he turned around and knock him out.

Your knuckles hurt like hell but whatever. You’re used to it. The last guy had more wits as he decided  to run on while you sorted out the other two. But you easily stopped him but slinging your backpack after him, hitting him square on the back of the head and kicking him where the sun don’t shine after you caught up with him. His knees buckled and he tumbled on the pavement. Oh yeah, you ruled.

You thought you heard a Thwip - Thwip sound.

While he was groaning, people started to gather around you, giving you a round of applause and you silently cursed yourself for being so careless in public. You sheepishly shrugged your shoulders as you put on your shy girl facade. 

“I guess, the self-defence classes paid off?”

“Yeah, it looks like it. Thanks for the help, Miss.” Said Spidey as he landed in front of you and the robbers to web them up.  You noticed him taking a double take. Almost as like as if he recognised you…

‘Oh come on.’ You think, ‘Miss?! How cheesy is that?’

You crossed your hands without realising and you pouted at him. Angrily.

Suddenly everyone is cheered for him and started taking photos, patting his shoulders and you just stare in disbelief as people just pushed past you to get to him. 

Finally you threw your hands up in defeat and fought your way back to the coffee shop. You saw the girl pointing to the two cups on the counter. You took the lid of your coffee and took a sip. 

You rolled your eyes.

“Aw, great. The coffee’s cold,” You complained, “Miss, can I have the same again please?”

The girl noded and started to make another two cups. You glanced at your watch. You were an hour late.

Beep Beep

‘Oh boy, I’m dead.’ 

(1) New Message from Liz <3</i>

Where are you? I thought you said 4pm was okay. Anyway, I’ve got to go. Rain check? Sowie.

You sighed and replied saying yeah.

You heard police sirens in the distance.

Just then the girl slid the two cups towards you. “That’ll be $21.99, please.”

“What?” You blurted out, “For four cups of coffee?” 

“Our prices changed. It says on the window.” She said as she pointed towards the front of the shop.

You frowned deeply. Of course they have.

Through the window you saw two police men dispersing the crowd and collecting the stolen money off the pavement.

Great. I save the day and what do I get? A praise from Spider-Man and a ridiculously pricey coffee bill. Stupid (Y/N). You and your morals.’ 

/author’s note/ Soooooooooooooo did you like it or nah ? Would you like me to continue? First fanfic posted on tumblr. Hope you like. Wanna be tagged? Drop me a message ♥  

Diamonds & Shutters Part 2

Part 2: Regrets

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: College!AU. Jensen is a baseball player and (Y/N) is a photographer, they are best friends and roommates until someone in Jensen’s life leaves him disconsolate and anguished but (Y/N)’s secret stops her from immediately mending Jensen’s broken heart.

Word Count: 1276

Warnings: Drinking, Lanuguage, I think that’s it

A/N - This is part two my entry for @frickfracklesackles #Natalies1000MovieTropeChallenge #Natalies1000FollowerCelebration The prompts I chose were College!AU and the quote: “I knew it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love” from The Great Gatsby, which can be read in PART 1

A/N - As promised as soon as I hit 1.3K I had to post this. I am slowly falling in love with this series and it is only the beginning.

You were frantic, Jensen had left the apartment just minutes after he had told you about Amanda cheating on him. With Jensen’s mind not in the right place, you knew that there was a small chance that something terrible could happen; either he would do something he would regret or something so stupid, so reckless, that he could injure himself without thinking.

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Originally posted by sefuns

Summary: When a fellow baekhyun fan account reaches out to you and you unknowingly become best friends with THE baekhyun of EXO

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. I’ve literally just made this up and as always credits to @sefuns  for the gif

Members: Baekhyun from EXO x black female reader

Rating: Fluff

Words: 1205

Notes: Italics means text, bold is baekhyun, normal is you 

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donttellanyoneitsmebabe  asked:

Hey there ! Hope you're good and having a nice day <3 Can I ask for some pinning!Loki fics please ?? And I also would love some alpha/dom!Tony pretty pls ? Thank you so much 💕

Here is the Top!Tony rec list, which does have some Dom!Tony on it, and then the Alpha!Tony rec list

Pining Loki (Sorry-not-sorry in advance that there are,, a lot of STARSdidathing works on this list alkdf):

Let’s Be Alone Together- STARSdidathing, T, No Warnings
A friendship that can stand the test of time and a man who adores him for who he is; this is the most valuable thing that Loki possesses and he will not risk it for the world. Or, more accurately, he will not take a risk of his heart. Because love is only useful if the person loves you back, and Loki isn’t about to take chances where Anthony is concerned.
This is one of the sweetest fucking things ever, damn, I love STARS, just, it’s just the right amount of angst, and just the right amount of pining and aaa

The Astronomy of Manmade Stars- babyblueglasses, T, No Warnings
Loki has turned the life of a recluse into an art, right down to the technologically obsolete candles and stolen magical tomes. Yet when an armored man stumbles in past his forbidden window, Loki finds himself obsessed with unraveling the mystery man’s secrets. Firstly, his name.
Buddy, this was fucking cute, he’s a lovelorn teenager with a happy ending, how could I not love this fic?

Not Your Choice- STARSdidathing, M, No Warnings
It’s all fun and games until someone falls in love.
Hoo Boy, this one has a major Tissue Warning, like dude, aaaaaaa

Longing- Scotch, E, Chose No Warnings
As Loki serves his sentence in Asgard, he thinks back on where he went wrong. He wonders if a certain mortal could have seen the good in him, and it’s the only thought that keeps him sane in his solitude.
Aksjhjf to put it crudely, Loki jerks off, accidentally sends these fantasies to Tony through dreams, and then Tony (my wonderful amazing boy) comes and rescues Loki from prison. This fic,, is,,, it’s a ride asdjfjk

Doing the Right Thing- STARSdidathing, T, No Warnings
Anthony finds something he was never meant to see and it forces him to make a decision. But is it better to wreck his relationship with Loki… or to wreck his Prince’s future?
Tony is a nosey motherfucker, and snoops, and then doesn’t regret his mistake at all, bc they’re in looooooove. (And while it is slightly openended and slightly depressing, I refuse to believe that these two idiots would ever break up)

I Know I’ve Made Mistakes (I’ve always been afraid)- dls, T, No Warnings
Loki and Tony had been together since the Trickster cleared his name of the Chitauri invasion and the Avengers defeated Thanos. They pledged their lives to each other, except a lifetime didn’t quite mean the same for a god as it did for a mortal. Loki set out to correct that, but with a few detours first.
Parallel universes and pining Loki galore.

Quiet Comforts- STARSdidathing, T, No Warnings
Loki knows what it’s like to fall. He knows what it’s like to rage and be misunderstood. He knows a lot of the problems that can plague a man like Tony Stark, and in turn, Loki knows the ways that he can sooth him.
This is open ended and angsty please don’t murder me, IT’S REALLY GOOD GUYS (and also I may or may not be planning on making a slight fix-it fic for this, but you didn’t hear it from this blog, no siree)

Tony Stark’s Secret Diary- Sparcina, E, No Warnings
Loki has never meant to fall for a mortal. He doesn’t do love; he doesn’t do loss. When Tony starts avoiding him, Loki discovers something in the mortal’s room that could change everything.
Now it’s Loki’s turn to be a nosey motherfucker! With a decidedly… happier outcome, one could say akjsdhf

Criminals & Forensics (series)- STARSdidathing, M, No Warnings
Criminal mastermind Loki Laufeyson is enamored with forensic scientist Tony Stark to an extreme. A courtship of a sorts follows their meeting.
Lots of feels, lots of pining (on both sides at the end of part 1), so much happens here, and it’s done so well just!! Aaa!!!!

It Isn’t Always Easy- Schadenfreudessa, E, No Warnings
Loki’s fallen from grace, fallen from power, and fallen from the Bifrost. Now, he’s falling again, but this time it’s for one of the very team that beat him. Somehow, Tony Stark has become the focus of Loki’s sexual fantasies, and he won’t quit until he makes them happen.
Coming from the amazing author Schadenfreudessa, writer of the hit series Of Monsters and Men (another series which features some serious Loki-and-Tony pining, go read it), comes another amazing fic that I could not put down once I opened the tab. Does get a bit squicky for me at one point (non-con kissing, but nothing more really), but overall, pretty good nonetheless.

I Could Look After You- STARSdidathing, T, No Warnings
When Anthony is injured in battle, all Loki wants to do is help. But he’s barely accepted as a member of the team when he’s useful, let alone the rest of the time. Anthony might treat him differently than the others, but Loki has no reason to think he’d want a former enemy around when he’s vulnerable and wounded.
What may seem like some major angst and rejection turns out happy and amazing.

My Little Iron Man- STARSdidathing, T, No warnings
Things aren’t always what they seem, but Loki does not trust anything that comes from the Avengers. Especially not something so innocent and… childish.
(Another fic inspired by more amazing artwork by NovaRain, and here it is!!)
You know that feeling when you read something absolutely adoraable, and you can’t help but let this horribly goofy, big, cheesy grin creep across your face? That’s what this fic is in written form, I’m not kidding, it’s amazing, and it’s cuteness concentrated.

Lay With Me, Stay With Me- STARSdidathing, T, No Warnings
Loki is avoiding Anthony. The Prince said something Anthony can’t get out of his head, and the distraction causes him to lose focus when he shouldn’t have. The near death steels Anthony’s resolve to find out just how truthful Loki was being when he asked Anthony for something they both knew better than to speak about.
AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA this is pretty much the opposite of Doing The Right Thing (Loki being pessimistic and Tony being hopeful here, vs DTRT with Loki being hopeful and Tony being pessimistic) and it kills meeeeee (except there is still a semi happy ending that could definitely lead to more, and that is horribly exciting, isn’t it? It is, it really is.)

Concerns of the Heart- STARSdidathing, T, No Warnings
Something is bothering Loki. It’s painfully obvious to those who know him, and it’s making him retreat from others. Only, unlike in the past when he would come to Anthony for help or distraction, this time he is avoiding the weaponsmith, too. Anthony is more worried than he’d care to admit, and he’s determined to do something about it - to show Loki that, whatever it is, he doesn’t need to weather it alone.
(Inspired by this artwork by NovaRain and guys, it’s amazing)
I am absolutely not planning on also continuing this, nope, not at all, I’m totally not imaging all the amazing and sweet directions that could arise out of these two courting each other, of course not. I’m also totally not writing the outline in my head as I type this out. (STARS and Nova, if you two are reading this, I love you both aaaa)

Some Secrets Were Meant To Be Told- STARSdidathing, T, No Warnings
Loki had been the most annoying, insulting member of the Avengers since he first joined what felt like centuries ago - or he would have been, if he wasn’t perfectly nice to everyone else except for Tony. He frustrated and sniped at the Engineer at every available opportunity. Tony had no idea what the Mage’s problem was - but apparently, Thor did.
Loki being a little shit is my jam, guys, like, it’s one of the best things I’ve ever read alksjdhf

And then a Dom!Tony fic that’s not on the Top!Tony rec list:

Breaking the News- i_am_a_mole_and_i_live_in_a_hole, E, No Warnings
The Avengers aren’t officially aware of Loki and Tony’s… arrangement. That changes when Loki kisses Tony in the middle of a restaurant, and Tony fucks Loki on a rooftop in Manhattan.
Honestly, I laughed quite a bit at the end, bc Tony was so aghast at what had happened after everything. A pretty good fic, all in all

Memories Are Being Recycled Using The AGRA Acronym

There is nothing new under the sun.”

A.G.R.A is an Acronym for:

A: A Study in Pink / A Scandal in Belgravia

G: Great Game

R: Reichenback Fall

A: A Scandal in Belgravia / A Study in Pink

TST gave us a new acronym order on screen during Mary’s flashback in Georgia: GARA.

Oh good. I love acronyms. All the best secret societies have them.”

G.A.R.A is an Acronym for:

G: Great Game

A: A Study in Pink

R: Reichenback Fall

A: A Scandal in Belgravia

How it Works: Callbacks/memories from these four episodes repeat continuously in a pattern starting with MHR and ending with TFP. It’s like a stream of consciousness on the screen.  

Is this merely a stream of consciousness abuse?”


A: Anderson wearing a similar sweater to John in ASIP

G: The pink phone from TGG

R: Sherlock faking his death

A: Sherlock winking

G: Sherlock’s return in Series 3 is a cliffhanger


R: Flashback to TRF, Richard Brook, Sherlock’s Grave

A: Mycroft saves Sherlock from being killed by a lead pipe vs Sherlock saving Irene from being killed with a sword

G: Trains Trains Trains. John on a train vs John on train tracks

A: Flashback to ASIP “You invaded Afghanistan!”

R: Reference to Moriarty and his network

A: “I am not gay” to Mrs. Hudson vs “I’m not actually gay” to Irene Adler

G: Sherlock disguised as a waiter vs. Sherlock disguised as a security guard

R: Moriarty’s fake kiss. Sherlock begins to explain the fall to John

A: 13 possibilities vs 13 rows in Bond Air plane. “I’m not lonely.” “How would you know…” vs (“Sex doesn’t alarm me.” “How would you know…”). Sherlock’s shadow on door when Mrs. Hudson sees him again for the first time also happens in ASIB

G: Bomb in train car vs bomb strapped to John in TGG

A: Anderson’s sweater similar to John’s in ASIP

R: Sherlock’s explanation of the fall to Anderson. We see Moriarty again.

A: 1:29 on the bomb

G: Bomb doesn’t go off just like the bomb in TGG doesn’t go off

R: John asks Sherlock if he will tell him how he survived the fall. “I asked you for one more miracle”

A: Sherlock putting on the deerstalker and walking out to meet the press

G: TEH has a cliffhanger (Cam watching the video at the end).


A: Mrs. Hudson’s husband. “I’m a high functioning sociopath.” Harry’s alcoholism. Mike Stanford. “So hard not smoking.” Eyeball in cup of tea vs eyeballs in the microwave

R: “Tragic Loss. Sorry about that one.” Reference to Sherlock faking his death.

A: “I know Ash.” vs “I know human ash.” And his partner, John Hamish Watson.” Sherlock using sliding magnifying glass when cluing for looks (this is a callback to TGG as well)

G: The stag night is similar to Joe Harrison and Westie’s stag night at a bar. Alka-Seltzer fuzz is similar to the fuzz when Sherlock is testing blood from Janus Cars in lab. Also used in the show’s opening titles.

R: Courtroom for MP scene vs courtroom for Moriarty’s trial

A: “John Hamish Watson” “The Woman she knew.” Irene Adler. Vatican Cameos

G: “I have to delete something,” on the steps to Sholtos’ room vs “I’ve must have deleted it” in the beginning of TGG where Sherlock explains he only remembers information he finds relevant


R: CAM’s pressure points vs Moriarty saying “Everyone has their pressure points.” Same red writing is used on the hotel video for the jurors as on screen during CAM’s pressure point scenes

A: John dreaming (flashbacks) of the first time he met Sherlock in ASIP while in bed with Mary

G: John has started riding his bike, and goes to a crack house. Joe Harrison rides his bike and sells drugs.

A: “The Game is on!” Anderson looking for drugs in Baker Street

R: Sherlock is a celebrity in the newspapers

A: Janine in Sherlock’s bedroom vs. Irene in Sherlock’s bedroom. Sherlock trying to obtain Lady’s Smallwood’s letters about an affair from CAM’s safe vs Sherlock trying to get pictures of an affair from Irene’s safe. Fireplace parallels as well.

G: Sherlock telling John he’s put on weight since getting married vs Sherlock telling Molly she put on weight since dating Jim from IT.

R: Sherlock explaining to John about the keycard to get in CAM’s Tower vs. Sherlock explaining to John about Moriarty’s keycode to break into the Tower of London.

A: Sherlock falling backwards after being shot by Mary is similar to him falling backwards after being drugged by Irene

G: Louis Moffat playing young Sherlock Holmes. He was the voice of the kidnapped kid in TGG

A: Stairs from ASIP and the hallway where John shot the cabby and saved Sherlock’s life

R: Moriarty. “Off you pop”

A: “The Woman will cry.”

G: John hugs Mary vs John “hugging” Moriarty at the end of TGG

R: Tabloids. Janine in tabloids wearing the hat vs tabloid newspapers in TRF “Why is it always the hat, John.” Beehives vs The Bee Gees (Stayin’ Alive)

A: Red rose from Irene Adler in Sherlock’s hospital room. Lestrade saying he will take video of Sherlock in the hospital.

G: Sherlock vanishes through window vs Joe Harrison going through a window

A: The lie (Mary) hidden in plain sight

R: Mary faked her death vs Sherlock faking his death.

A: Christmas with the parents vs Christmas at Baker Street

G: “The Watsons are about to have a domestic” vs “Did you two have a little domestic?”

A: Irene’s theme is played so dramatically, it’s hard to ignore. Flashback to Christmas with the parents.

G: The AGRA memory stick vs the memory stick at the end of TGG. Mary’s past is similar to Westies (top secret spy)

A: Mary saying to John, “You don’t even know my name” vs John saying to Sherlock in ASIP “I don’t even know your name”

R: “Sodded lawn.” vs “Sod this”

A: “Low tar.” “Your loss would break my heart” vs “Caring is not an advantage. All hearts are broken in the end.”

G: “I’m not a hero.”

A: “Do your research, I’m a high-functioning sociopath.”

G: Red laser lights from snipers on Sherlock. Louis Moffat playing young Sherlock Holmes.

A: The plane on the tarmac vs Bond Air plane on the tarmac. “If you’re looking for baby names.”

R: Moriarty’s return. His face on TV screens vs his face on the TV in the cab


Opening Montage of TAB

A: Unzipping the body bag

G: Dressed up as a security guard

A: Riding crop, John meets Mycroft, “The Game is on!”

G: “Don’t make people into heroes, John.” Bomb strapped to John. “I’ll burn the heart out of you.”

A: Naked Irene Adler. “Are you wearing any pants?” “This is how I want you to remember me.”

R: Moriarty killing himself on the roof

A: Sherlock and John running through streets of London after the cab

R: John and Sherlock handcuffed. “We are going to need to coordinate.” Sherlock’s grave. “I asked you for one more miracle. Don’t be dead.” “I heard you.”

TAB Begins:

A: Recreation of John and Sherlock meeting for the first time in ASIP

G: Sherlock looking out the window, “The curtain rises…”

R: Emelia Ricoletti shooting herself in the mouth vs Moriarty shooting herself. Peter Ricoletti. “How could he survive…”

A: “Come when convenient…”

G: Sherlock doesn’t know how the solar system works

R: Diogenes Club

A: “I thought I looked rather enormous” vs “Putting on weight again?”

G: “You see but you don’t observe.” “Legwork”

R: Orange pips sent to Eustace in envelop vs Breadcrumbs sent to John in envelop. “Means death”

A: “A dead woman walking the earth” vs “you’re a dead man walking” (Jeff Hope)

G: “The Orange pips were a reminder.”

A:  Picture of Irene Adler. “You’re human.” vs “People want to know your human.”

R: Breaking glass vs. Moriarty breaking the glass at the Tower of London

A: Lestrade saying the body (Eustace) had a note vs. Jennifer Wilson having left behind a note. Sherlock rushing down a staircase.

G: “Putting on weight?” vs “How’s the diet going?”

R: Moriarty scene at Baker Street. Emelia Ricoletti vs Peter Ricoletti

A: “Dead is the new sexy” vs “Brainy is the new sexy”

G: “Putting on weight?

R: Ricoletti and Moriarty.

A: The deerstalker is introduced. “You’re Sherlock Holmes. Wear the damn hat!”

G: Spies

R: Ricoletti shooing herself. A substitute corpse. “You can’t kill an idea once it’s exist” vs “you can’t kill an idea, can you?” “Molly Hooper found a body for me when I…” The waterfall with Moriarty.

A: Sherlock looks out the window, exterior shot vs the same exterior shot at the end of ASIB


G: Moriarty. Classified top secret with Mycroft.

A: “High functioning sociopath”

R: “I’m glad to be alive” vs “staying alive.” Moriarty’s revenge after dying on roof

A: Sherlock stabbing the mantel vs stabbing the mantel the first time him and John visit Baker Street

G: John blogging

R: “The spider makes his move” vs “Moriarty is a spider with a web, etc.”

A: “Come back, it’s the wrong thumb” vs Mrs. Hudson saying “Ugh, thumbs!”

G: “You see, Watson, but you don’t observe.” (Baby Rosie throwing the toy in Sherlock’s face)

A: The Six Thatchers case from John’s blog. Using magnifying glass. Dead body in car.

R: Moriarty flashes on screen. Black pearl vs Moriarty’s diamond in the Tower of London

A: “Then he becomes a pirate for some reason.” vs “But initially he wanted to be a pirate.”

G: Sherlock looking into his white microscope, testing blood vs testing blood in Carl Power’s case. Pets are so loyal. “A noose to hang my neck in” vs “Hanged, yes.” “Like hiding a tree in a forest.”

R: Mentions of Moriarty. Glass breaking.

A: “Tell her she’s a dead woman walking” vs “You’re a dead man walking” (Jeff Hope)

G: The memory stick

A: Ajay falls backwards as he is drinking and lands in his room, passed out vs Sherlock falling backwards and landing in his bed after being drugged

R: “Ammunition” vs John tells Mycroft he gave Moriarty ammunition

A: Mary drugs Sherlock vs Irene drugging Sherlock

G: Memory stick

R: A note to John

A: Plane vs Bond Air plane. “You’re at my mercy” vs “Beg for mercy”

G: The curtain rises (text to Mary)

R: Mary’s DVD’s vs “I’m a storyteller. It’s on DVD.” John’s note to Sherlock vs Sherlock’s note to John

A: 13 on the post-it note on the refrigerator vs. 13th row on Bond Air plane

G: Cliffhanger with John’s note and Mary saying “Go to hell, Sherlock.”


(The opening shot of a gun firing could fit in here as John’s gun from ASIP)

R: John’s therapy session with Eurus looks similar to his sessions with Ella in TRF

A: Faith with walking cane vs John with walking cane

G: Sherlock looking out of window onto the street vs Sherlock looking out the window watching John crossing the street

A: Flashback to John with his cane. The whole scene with Faith Smith. Walking around London, eating, Mycroft spying on them. “Amazing” Gun in handbag vs gun in drawer. Throwing the gun in the Thames. Serial killer. 

R: Talk of suicide. Sherlock on the ledge of a bridge vs Sherlock on the ledge of Bart’s Hospital

G: Sherlock shooting the wall

A: Sherlock in the boot of the car vs the dead guy in the boot of the car in ASIB

R: Mrs. Hudson’s having a slow-motion “earthquake” with the tea spilling vs the man at the Bank of London in TRF in slow-motion with his tea rumbling and spilling. Handcuffs vs Sherlock and John handcuffed. Therapy.

A: “I’m not your housekeeper!”

R: “You pretended to be dead for two years!”

A: “The game is on,” said Mrs. Hudson

R: “Thought this was some sort of trick…”

A: Hiding in plain sight. Texting Faith vs Texting Hope

R: Nurse Cornish is a big fan vs Kitty Riley being “a fan.” Both take place in and near the restroom

A: Wear the hat. The queen, her majesty.

R: Bliss vs Domestic bliss

A: The game is on.

R: Return to Bart’s Hospital

A: Morgue with dead woman vs Morgue with “Speckled Blonde” or Morgue scene with Irene’s fake dead body.

R: Culverton’s keys vs Moriarty’s keycode. They can both go anywhere they like.

A: Faith with walking cane. John leaves behind his walking cane as he did in ASIP. Mycroft sends car to pick up John. Mycroft looking for drugs vs Lestrade looking for drugs at Baker Street. John deduces there is a secret brother vs Sherlock deducing John’s sister

R: Mary’s DVD vs Moriarty’s DVD

A: John rushes to save Sherlock from killing himself

R: “Off you pop.” John uses a fire extinguisher to break down the door vs Moriarty using a fire extinguisher to break the glass at the Tower of London. “There must be something comforting about three” vs “Your three friends in the whole world will die.” Molly is the fourth.

A: Irene’s text message. Sherlock wearing the hat

R: The “Miss Me” in black light vs “Help Us” in black light. John in therapy. Eurus with gun on John =  Moriarty’s snipers on John


A: Eye opens vs. John’s eye opening in ASIP

G: TLD left us with a cliffhanger, and John in danger

A: Bond Air plane with sleeping/dead people and the same child actress.

R: Moriarty’s voice “Welcome to The Final Problem.”

A: “John might like to call his daughter vs Why would Jennifer Wilson still care about her daughter

G: The bomb at Baker Street

A: “The pirate.” vs “But initially he wanted to be a pirate.”

R: The guards and the security cameras. Sherrinford Prison = Pentonville Prison. Sherlock walks into Eurus’ cell while she plays the violin, her back is turned vs Moriarty walking into Baker Street as Sherlock plays the violin, his back is turned. Moriarty says Bach would be appalled vs Eurus saying “Not Bach, play you.”

A: Sherlock plays Irene’s theme. Vatican Cameos.

R: Moriarty with head phones and dancing vs the entire sequence of him at the Tower of London with the Crown Jewels. The guards escorting him. The security cameras are similar.

A: Christmas. Moriarty.

R: Five minutes between Sherlock and Moriarty. Moriarty in front of the glass cell vs Moriarty in front of the glass with the Crown Jewels. Sherlock and Moriarty shown next to each other in a cell in TRF.

A: Little girl on plane

R: Moriarty’s Final Problem

A: Little girl on the plane

G: Moriarty going “Choo Choo…” trains and more trains

A: The walls of the second room are red and gray, and similar to the walls where Jennifer Wilson was found dead.

R: Moriarty

A: Bond Air plane and little girl. John says Irene Adler loves Sherlock

G: Molly’s “I love you,” scene is set up like the scene in TGG with the painting and the Super Nova.

R: Moriarty. “Took her only five minutes to do this to us.”

A: Little Eurus in John’s sweater from ASIP

G: Little girl on the plane says, “You mean where the driver is?” vs John talking to the train guy in TGG: “What about the drivers?” “They’ve gotta live with it, haven’t they?”

R: Moriarty’s revenge

A: The plane!

R: Time to solve the final problem

A: Young Eurus wearing John’s sweater from ASIP

G: Shot of pool from the TGG

A: Young Eurus in John’s sweater from ASIP

R: Gravestones. Cemetery vs the cemetery at the end of TRF. Arresting Eurus vs arresting Moriarty.

A: John in shock blanket. Lestrade saying his line “He’s a good one.” Shot of Sherlock opening the body bag and John in bed from ASIP. “You know where to find me…” text.

G: Sherlock shooting the wall

A: Sherlock stabbing the mantel

The Lost Special: The pattern ends with Sherlock shooting the wall and stabbing the mantel. Mrs. Hudson told us what these two actions mean. The case is still unsolved and there are still unanswered questions.

octarine-ash  asked:

Oh my goddd I was scrolling back through your blog and the 1950s lesbian exr is a thing that just could not conceivably be any further up my alley (I realise what this sounds like and I apologise), so I was wondering if we could get another little snippet? No pressure ofc. PS I love your writing and even if we never get any more of tscosi it's still probably my favourite podcast of all time <3


Thank you so much. There will definitely be more Starship Iris eventually, but I really appreciate that.

Re: the fic, I was simultaneously trying to write a historically accurate-ish look at 1950′s American lesbian identity and activism, and give it a bit of a noir feel, which in theory I think you could do because holy shit these women were risking so much, and they had to basically be spies anyway because the FBI was legit trying to keep tabs on them and their meetings. I don’t really know if I’m the person to do it, though; this feels pretty damn far out of my lane, to be honest.

I really wish there was more historical fiction about this cause in this period; you can find some fascinating shit just doing a cursory wikipedia crawl. Like, the first lesbian periodical was created in 1947 by a 25-year-old who was working as a receptionist at RKO Studios; her boss was like ‘just look busy so people think I’m a big deal’ and so she was secretly using company equipment to type and format a zine about lesbianism, like 25 years before the APA stopped calling homosexuality a mental illness.

Anyway, I only wrote about three pages; I stopped when I realized how long it would need to be, and how much work would be involved, and also frankly it’s a lot easier to situate Enjolras in a fic about queer activism post-Stonewall, because the D.O.B.-era organizing tended to be pretty assimilationist. Like, I think their work was important and has been unfairly neglected, but I still think Enjolras in any era would chafe at their gradualism. 

Enjolras isn’t even mentioned by name in this, but uh I think you’ll be able to find her. 

(Head’s up: this is the very opening of the story, it’s from Grantaire’s POV, and she has not begun to work through her issues yet, so quick content warning for period-typical internalized homophobia and self-loathing, as well as period-typical sexism. Also, historical note: from what I can tell, “lesbian” had negative connotations even within the community at the time.)

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your writing! Are you ever going to continue the football AU thing? I loved it!!

Here it is!  Took a while, but this chapter is longer than the first, so hopefully that makes up for the wait <3

Eric bit his lip nervously, turning his phone over and over in his hand.  He looked down at the message he had typed out again.

Hey is it weird if i ask your opinion on my prom outfit?  It felt weird but he thought that could just be him.  After all, he and Philip had agreed to stay friends after Philip went away to college and they broke up.  They had even talked somewhat frequently over the semester, but about innocent things.  School, their old friends in town, what the weather out in California was like.  Neither of them had brought up moving on, but if they were actually going to be friends long term, it was going to have to happen eventually.  Eric hit Send.  It only took a couple minutes before the bubbles that indicated Philip typing showed up, followed shortly by a reply.

Eh, maybe a little but whatev.  I’m cool with it.

Thanks :)

Eric smoothed the front of the suit jacket one more time and took a deep breath before letting himself smile and snapping a picture in the dressing room mirror.  He attached it to a new message and said: Be brutal, if I wanted compliments I’d ask mama.  The next reply came after a few moments of consideration.

Tbh, that suit makes me want to take your virginity all over again.  Do the world a favor and get it.  Eric felt a pang of longing, remembering when he and Philip had gone to get their tuxes for Philip’s senior prom the year before and they’d ended up making out in the dressing room.  He still laughed though, imagining the exaggerated leer Philip would’ve given him if he was there.

Alright, I’m convinced.  You’re the best! :-*

Give Mama a hug for me! Xoxoxo

Will do! <3

Eric put his phone down on top of the pile of his clothes and stepped out from behind the curtain.  When Mama saw him, she pressed a hand to her chest.

“Oh Dicky, you look so handsome!”  He smiled and told her,

“Definitely this one.”

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anonymous asked:

What would happen if Jared started to have a panic attack while on stage with Jensen?

(um… oops) [read part 1 here]

Promise [2] 

Word Count: ~1,200 (including lyrics)

A/N: Credit to @aborddelimpala for the gif, thank you to @wayward-girl for listening to me whine about how emotional I was while writing this, and I really hope I didn’t just ruin one of my favorite fics by adding on to it. Written for this year’s RPF Appreciation Day.

“Buddy, you okay?” Jensen pulled his mic away from his mouth and clapped his hand onto Jared’s shoulder. Jared’s eyes were wide, then clenched shut as he shook his head, hand gripping the microphone tight until his knuckles turned white. Jensen set his mic down on the chair and snatched Jared’s water bottle, pushing it into his hand. Grabbing his microphone again, he hurriedly told the crowd, “We’ll be back in a few, sorry guys,” and rushed Jared backstage. 

“Everything okay?” One of the ImAlive volunteers darted to Jared and Jensen, and Jared again shook his head. 

“I’m not really sure what happened. I kinda zoned out while he was answering that last question, and then when I looked at him, I could tell what was coming.” Jensen’s hand didn’t leave Jared’s shoulder. 

“It was too much.” Jared whispered, his voice broken. 

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Talk Me Down

Cassidy knowing you’re upset and being sarcastic about it at first but then realizing you’re in a bad mood and being super nice and you’re just kind of confused but also really happy 

Today couldn’t have gotten any worse.

After waking up late for work and running out of deodorant, I ran down for the bus and missed it. While waiting for the next bus, I realized it was cloudy and silently prayed that it wouldn’t rain. But just my luck, it did, and I was forced to run three blocks without an umbrella, stepping in a foot-deep puddle of grey pollution, and thus had to wait tables all day with a squeaky sneaker. If that wasn’t bad enough, it seemed like all my customers had something wrong with their meal (which wasn’t my fault but because I was the one bringing it to them it was). Needless to say, I was in desperate need of a pick-me-up.

After a painstakingly long shift, I made my way down to the bar for a much needed drink… or five. I winced at the burning liquid running down my throat as I felt someone sit next to me.

“Ye know, if I’m countin’ correctly, that’ll be yer fifth drink lass” a familiar voice said. I looked to my left and saw that unmistakable grin.

“Hello to you too, Cassidy” I replied dryly, raising my glass to get the bar tender’s attention.

“Well now what’s the matter with you?” he asked sarcastically, letting out a snort. I rolled my eyes.

“I’ve just had a shit day is all” I replied, picking up my refilled shot glass. Just as I was about to drink it, Cassidy took it out of my hand and gulped it down.

“Cass!” I shouted, nearly lunging at him. He simply giggled.

“What? I said that was your fifth drink and I cannot sit by and watch a friend your size get wasted. You might do somethin’ you’ll regret” he said, holding up the glass for a refill himself. If steam could spurt burst from my ears, it would’ve at that moment. I was officially done.

“You’re an asshole Cassidy” I said lowly as I gathered my belongings and hopped off the bar stool. “And I can handle my liquor, by the way”. I threw my bag over my shoulder and stormed out of the bar, not even bothering to pay the tab. If Cassidy wants to steal my drink, he can pay for it, too.

I began walking down the road to the nearest bus stop when I heard footsteps quickly approaching behind me. I turned and saw Cassidy’s lanky limbs flailing as he ran towards me.

“Wait, (Y/N)!” he called. I sighed and stopped walking, turning around completely to face him.

“What?” I asked, clearly annoyed. He came to a stop right in front of me and sighed.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was just jokin’ around. I didn’t know you were that upset about today” he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, I was” I replied, staring him down. He looked at the ground and sicked his teeth audibly.

“Look, I borrowed Jesse’s truck, want me to drive you home?” he asked. I raised an eyebrow.

“You mean stole Jesse’s truck?” I asked.

“Now, if I’m returning it, is it really stealing?” he replied cheekily. I chuckled and shook my head. He laughed in response and walked me to the truck, opening the passenger side door for me as well. We started driving and halfway through I noticed we weren’t headed toward my house at all.

“Hey, Cass, we’re going the wrong way” I said.

“No we’re not” he replied, giving me a small smile. Something was up.

“Well, where are we going then?” I asked. He grinned even bigger.

“When was the last time you went to a park for yourself?” he asked. I was confused by the question until I saw where we were pulling up to- the local playground, and the swing set was illuminated by the headlights. I couldn’t help but smile.

Cassidy came around the truck and opened my door again, helping me out, and led me to the swings. I sat down and began to swing as he took the seat next to me and did the same.

“It’s been forever since I’ve been here” I said, pumping my legs as I swung higher and higher.

“I figured. You’re always working. I’ve never seen you doing anything fun” he replied. I furrowed my eyes and glared at him.

“I’m fun” I stated. He chuckled.

“I didn’t say you weren’t” he laughed. I smirked and continued swinging.

“So tell my about this shite day you’ve had” he said. I sighed and explained in detail the events of my day, earning a jeez and that sucks here and there. When I finished, he began slowing down on his swing.

“I’m sorry I made it worse for ya” he said, hanging his head. I put my feet down to slow myself to a stop.

“No… You made it better” I said, smiling softly when he looked over. I thought I saw a shade of pink flush over his cheeks before he looked away, getting off the swing.

“It’s getting late, let’s get you home” he said, holding out a hand. I grabbed it and got off the swing, pulling him into a hug.

“Thanks Cass” I said, feeling his arms tighten around me, his chin resting on my head.

“Anytime lass”

TFP - Mycroft residence scene

I am refering to my former theory, that all of TFP is mind palace, so Sherlock’s view, memories and imagination.

The most ridiculous part of the whole episode, completely over the top scene is Sherlock detecting Mycroft. First of all, his sexual orientation.

This is the movie, which he is obviosly enjoying.

Sherlock is framing Mycroft as straight and old fashioned, as he is attracted to a  movie of the 40ties, showing a male detective and a female suspect flirting (funny because we know, that Mark is a married gay man, while Ben… maybe we see here an opposite of the  real life ;-) But this seams to be important for the story, as we did’t see anything about Mycrofts sexual interests before.

When the male character tells ‘I can put you on a close watch…’ the film is starting to brake and we see a home made family film which tells us a lot if we take the time to look at it in detail:

Happy Mycroft…

and a happy, small, slim Sherlock, maybe 5 years old, with their parents at a picnic on the beach.

In the next picture we see the teenage adipose Mycroft with enormous appetite, scolded by his father.

Mycroft instantly pics up on the childhood film.

Sherlock want’s to play with his brother and father…

but Mycroft seams to be more interested in his book.

and is shocked to read

‘I’m back’!

We see the family waving to the person that is filming - and now something realy creepy happens:

Please watch out and explain…

Are this the eys of the woman that we saw in the film before? - Or is the family or Sherlock closely watched since then?

Remember: (S)he was capeable of manipulating people since (s)he was 5!

Maybe it is nothing, but why… did they reverse the picture? It is just for one second!

The difference between both pictures:

1. The facial expression of Mycroft, who looks sad in the first picture without waving, but kind of smiles in this one and also waves back.

2. The mother ist the same as Mycroft, sad without waving in the first picture, now she is smiling and waves, too. ???

Then the film starts melting. When this is Sherlocks memory of that day, something has been manipulated and he has forgotten the rest of it.

There is no Euros, and we do not know who was behind that camera. ((Euros?), Sherrinford, Uncle Rudy?)

When Mycroft leaves the room, Sherlock can’t resist to scare him with Steven King horror movie images like the blue dressed  girl,

(btw. nice reference to the red/blue theory of some reblogged stuff, nice picture of Ben’s parents, too ;-)

the Clown (Mycroft trying to fight the Clown with the sword and the gun does not work, we learn that he is defenceless, like the voice is telling him.)

the bleeding pictures (this painting looks strongly familiar, like Timothy Carlton alias father Holmes, dressed up like Isaac Newton :-)

And the next two picturers are showing a woman that is looking at the Newton picture, so maybe his wife, Mycroft’s and Sherlock’s mother? (Sorry, did’t get a good frozen picture of it.) But the picture that he is looking at, is showing a young, sad man, a ‘Knight’, a ‘Dragon slayer’ maybe this represents Sherlock.

Clearly, we are dealing with a family affair here.

(…and again, there is no image of a third sibling, no image of a sister (or brother), we only get three – … people always give up after three… so are there other images at this wall??? It is all in the dark, and Mycroft stops here at the picture of Sherlock to fight back!!!).

My assumption is, that Mycroft was much like his mother and Sherlock is more like his dad, as you can see in the short family movie before, they are opposites (Mycroft with mum, Sherlock with dad) in the images, here, Sherlock is facing the same direction as the Newton picture does. I am also recalling the Christmas scene in HLV, where we can see both parents today. She seems to be intelligent, but somehow emotionless cold. Dad is warm and caring. ;-)

All of it should show us as the audience, that this all is not real as it is all presented to ridiculous. But if you have any siblings, it is quite understandable that Sherlock is also making fun in imagining, how to scare his elder brother.

Now about the ‘scary’ part. Who is the scary east-wind (Euros), and what has Mycroft to do with it (her)?

(I am refering to my pre-posts on TFP and EUROS here, sorry, I’m blogging the first time in my life, so please be a little patient as I am still learning how to do it properly also no native speaker ;-)

When Sherlock enters the scene trough red curtains (!!!) like in a play, (can never resist the touch of the dramatic), he wears the deer stalker, symbol of his public persona, not his real self (Rebecca, TJLC explained). He is perfectly well, no signs of the stitches or the injured eye (so clearly mind palace, because this kind of injuries need some time to heal.)

Mycroft wears a red tie, and is standing next to the only lamp with a red lamp shade in the entire room, so if red has anything to do with emotions, this is possibly a heart to heart conversation.

Sherlock comes to the conclusions (to set up his mind palace imagery):
1. He has a sister, Euros.
2. His sister is institutionalized since early childhood by his brother
3. Mycroft is terrified of her
(4. She is out now (John, perfectly well, mentions this). I will come back to this later.)

In TAB we learn, that in Sherlock’s mind, John is always smart and more offensive than we see him in real life.

In this scene, he and John are the smart ones, not Mycroft. Sherlock picks up on spoiling Mycroft’s obviously enjoyment of the movie and that he has disabled his security system (very promising :-). So he is researching the persona of his brother behind his smartness.

Sherlock knows that John has been shot at the therapy session (in real life) , the word EUROS and SHERRINFORD, too (I guess, this is what John may have told him , when Sherlock  found him shot, as this infromation is needed to make the mind palace work).  

To make the mind palest version work, it has to be a tranquilizer (we have seen a real gun, no injection gun 4 times in TLD)– but he needs John at his side now to find out the truth.

He has again used his homeless network and will pay the actors, reminding them not to spend the money on drugs :-)

He give the smart explanation and invitation to Baker Street to John, (he does no longer need to be the cleverest person in the room).

‘There is a place for the desperate, scarred and terrified people with nowhere else to run’ – this is how Sherlock thinks about his work as the world’s only consulting detective, so not a dragon slayer ;-)

And this was just the first 7 minutes of TFP - There is much more to be investigated - I will continue with the next scene in 221B, in case you are interested…

P.S.: Rewatched the picture scene again today, there are 5 pictures at the wall, the first is showing a house, maybe the family home. But the last is not bleeding, showing another person… it is in the dark… I asume that Mycroft does not have a picture of himself at the wall, so there might be another sibling… I like to keep you guessing…;-)

The GQ article, IMO...straight up ridiculousness, and lies vs. the truth behind them.

Any of you who follow me on Twitter or follow this blog know that I don’t usually post my own original posts very often, but today I feel I need to…also it’s hard to say what I want to say with a 140 character limit (please Twitter, just stop with that LOL).

I wasn’t planning to read this article…I still really haven’t. I have skimmed through it, however, and some things jumped out at me that I wanna point out, and basically express my opinions on these things. Before you ask, I’m not posting the whole thing, because I think the whole thing is ridiculous and the feel of it to me is like it was written by a 12 year old, rather than an adult “journalist.”

Anyway, here we go…

1) For starters, the first several paragraphs… What the actual fuck? To me, it’s ridiculous rambling, filling up space to make the article look bigger. Totally unnecessary.

2) The singer…his “romantic partner.”

Hm…not “fiance?” 😱 How is this possible?

Please…if their version of “romance” is not seeing each other for months, and she’s out there partying and doing lord knows what with other men while he’s working, then I want no part of that.

Give me a break…they’re not together, okay? They never were.

3) Is it just me, or does this “journalist’s” description of The Twilight Saga make her sound like a bit of a hater?

4) The paparazzi descended upon him in a way we hadn’t seen since Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez were a thing. (They were once a thing!) Tabloids camped outside his home. “People were like, ‘It’s fine, who cares?’” he says now. “‘They’re just photos or whatever.’ They’ll say, ‘Just live your life.’ But that’s not life for me, if someone’s observing it.”

And this is exactly why he hides his life away from the public eye! Whatever you’re seeing in public is not what’s real. It’s the “public persona” he wants you to see. Same with his wife. This is how they hide.

5) During the height of the Twilight madness, he had each of his friends call Ubers while he traded outfits with them in the restaurant bathroom, so that photographers wouldn’t know which car he got into, and then he sent all the Ubers in different directions, because drop dead. He rode around in the trunks of cars “constantly,” he says, because fuck you. At one point he had five rental cars and kept them, along with a change of clothes, in parking lots around town. If he was being followed, he’d dip into one of the lots, switch his clothing and his car, and leave. One day, coming home from Venice, he realized he was being tailed. He drove around for hours because he didn’t want anyone to know where his new house was. Finally, as the sun came up, he pulled over and got out of the car and approached one of the photographers. “You’ve gotten your pictures,” he said. “Can I please just go home now?” “No,” the guy told him. “My boss says I can’t come back until I know where your new house is. Sorry, man.” Pattinson never tried to negotiate or appeal to their humanity again.

I can totally picture all of this happening…and it’s sad. Paparazzi and tabs are nothing but money-hungry fucking vultures, and they don’t care what they have to do or who they hurt to make the all-mighty dollar. Disgusting!

6) “There are ways to disappear, like, fairly easily,” he tells me. “It just involves effort, and most people can’t be bothered to put the effort in.”

‘Nuff said.

7) I’d just like to point out how many times the “journalist” mentions his “girlfriend” in this article…

It speaks to me. She’s clearly in love with the faux-mance.

Also, she speaks about Kristen by calling her the “ex” and only mentions her by name once, from what I saw (remember, I only skimmed the article), and that was when she spoke about Twilight and Kristen being his co-star.

Get over it, honey…Kristen’s his wife. 😉

8) About the paparazzi: “They’re just losers trying to do their jobs.”

So true! But they could go about things a lot differently than they do, rather than shoving cameras in celeb’s faces 24/7, making up bullshit stories to go along with whatever pictures they do capture (and/or photoshop) and alienating people just to make a buck.

9) In fact, Pattinson tells me, he went to therapy a few years ago during a low time, and the therapist often remarked how good he was at talking without saying anything. Now he applies this skill whenever he’s forced to hang out with people like me. “If I could stay silent,” he says, “I would.”

Exactly…he talks without saying anything. He’s not giving anything away that he doesn’t want out there.

10) Me: “Are you getting married?” Him: “Eh…,” then laughs.

Did she really expect him to answer that?

11) I try again for even one iota of intimate conversation. But he just asks me why he would ever answer. So I think back on all the interviews I’ve done, and I tell him very honestly that I think it’s because people want to be heard. Most of us, even the most famous of us—sometimes especially the most famous of us—want to be understood.

“I don’t,” he says. “I want to be misunderstood. People are always changing, and the more you put something down in print, people form opinions and they’re constantly creating who they think you are. If you do something that contradicts that, or if you do something which goes out of that box, then you can look like a liar or something like that.”

Which is why he says nothing.

I think that’s it of my observations of this ridiculousness of an article. A lot of it (if not all of it) was just bullshit, in my opinion, and could’ve been done a lot better.

But…this isn’t the first time an article with he or Kristen has been shit, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.