i just needed to make a set of just his face okay

Venus signs as men I’ve met. 👨🏻‍🍳

Venus in Aries: pretty calm! Extremely self aware and confident in themselves and their actions-very honest and upfront and pretty direct with what they do not a lot of beat around the bush-that being said they’re complex and not very easy to read on an emotional level. They have nice hair! And they can have piercing eyes.

Venus in Taurus: slow moving and very smooth. They no what to say and aren’t big on talking for the sake of it. They’re fairly curious and love intimacy be it with friends or lovers! They like that aspect of closeness. They’re not confrontational and like to avoid overly emotional situations in the beginning but once things get serious they’re very compassionate and sweet. Usually have nice lips and soft necks. Ohhhh and they tend to be slow about flirting as well and can be evasive in the beginning because they need time to process things.

Venus in Gemini: talkative and very media influenced. They’re usually kind of recluse and have very high octave dialogue and minds to match-they’re charming and captivating but out of reach somehow-they’re actions don’t ever match up and what’s even more they’re very perplexing emotionally! They run hot and cold and at times the cold phase last the longest-punk rock and kind of indie with a whole lot of twist. They have like nice arms like seriously

Venus in cancer: athletic or homebodies no inbetween, tend to be very easy going and quiet not super into loud or conceded types and they’re also a bit conservative but they’re usually not aware of this. They can be traditional but they also have a very independent vibe about themselves that clashes with the nurturing nature in them. They don’t like forced commitment and steer clear of relationships unless someone’s really winning them over! They love simplistic things and warm smiles and hugs and some of the sweetest guys you’ll meet! I usually notice their muscles or stomach region

Venus in Leo: COCKYYY and I mean this in a good way but boy oh boy they honestly like showing off :) they feel like they’re in a horse race with everyone and love to make sure everyone knows about them. They’re pretty lighthearted and innocent and actually have huge hearts. They tend to dive all into their relationships and get taken advantage of a lot because of this. They’re very old school romantic and will usually be kinda mean and extra when they like you! They don’t usually dress flashy but they do have expensive taste. A lot of them groom and are big on their body features. So don’t be surprised if he mentions his “member” a lot. I usually notice their backs or hair

Venus in Virgo: sweet! Passive aggressive though. They aren’t the types to be loud or in your face and actually like to be lowky-like underground type of lowky. They’re very soft spoken and tend to be sort of on the brainy side when I comes to their interactions! They value connections and good conversation. They are also very sensual and love hugs and being touched so if your interested in one-don’t be scared to touch him from time to time and they’re very committed guys and once they know you’re interested they tend to drop everyone else if they take you seriously enough. They have routines and hate hate hate having that interrupted! They usually just put people in little categories and boxes to make there life more organized. Very clean!!! And often dress nice when there around someone they love but if not they dress casual. They have cute little bellies though!

Venus in libra: SMILES. Wow they really have beautiful smiles and they have a easy beauty about them! They’re not super emotional when it comes down to interactions and I’ve noticed that they hare people that come on to strong or to interested and may even show this on their face despite their smiles. They like hanging out with friends and love peaceful things like bowling and even just going out to eat. They usually like to “hang out” with someone before they go and do anything beyond that. They’re pretty feminine in nature and intune with their more sensitive side. They can be indecisive and evasive when things are overwhelming them. They dress like a mix of casual and fitting clothing to dressy and classy. Oh they have nice buns 🙄

Venus in Scorpio: okay despite all those archetypes they’re super super super cuddly and huge ass babies(excuse my language) they act mean on the in set and have an intense demeanor but usually this is during the early stages of knowing them! Once you get to know them and they trust you they’re so childlike and bubbly-they’re intimating aura is still there but it’s redirected. They can be really insecure and do things out of spite when they’re hurt-they love really hard and though they don’t like to admit they’re deeply afraid of being rejected no matter how many times you say you love them. Just hug them a lot and smile at them-and give in sometimes when they’re having an episode. They’re like watery Aries venus in my eyes and have humongous hearts. I say they dress maninly in sweats and casual wear. They love black and red and are fairly ambitious and well off. They have watery eyes or really black or defined eyes. There crotch region can seem mysterious and hard to define.

Venus in Sagittarius: aloof-ALOOF-ALOOOOOFFF. They’re very cool in temperature and don’t usually express very many sides of there emotions unless they feel a need to. They have fast moving feelings which is why I think they come across this way. They either tend to be intense or calm and they are very free spirits no matter what. They love to explore and always see the big picture. They want love based on desire and crave something that challenges them but they are often okay with the single life. They can be soooo captivating and have a very earthy and wild look about them. They look amazing in beards and have wide hips! The best example I could do for this is Chris Pratt. He’s not a sag venus but the way his frame is kinda similar to sag venus men I’ve seen.

Venus in Capricorn: there weight fluctuates a lot from what I’ve seen and they tend to lean towards to the bearded look-at some point in their lives. They have very warm and cozy personalities and are way way wayyyy more open and easy going then cap moon or sun. They tend to take relationships with others very seriously be it their family/friends/kids/lover they see it as a duty and something that demands maturity. They dress kind of punk rock ish and a mix of business and well put together. They aren’t ones to play coy and have blunt personalities. They hate ignorance and don’t like people that don’t have self control and in fact that’s the quickest way to set them off. They can be ass holes sometimes(excuse my language) and have a dry humor. They are super sensitive underneath and unlike their sister sign they don’t freak out at the idea of a relationship so long as both people involved know what their in for.

Venus in Aquarius: interesting fellas! They are super deep and honestly you may never really get to know them because their inner self is changing around all the time. They can be a bit melancholy and sway between bouts of depression and bouts of over enthusiasm. From what I can see they are very happy people and honestly love meeting new people! They are also always doing something odd and have cool hobbies! A lot of the ones I’ve known love photography and music and blogging! They dress sort of trendy and grungy!. They are super humble and modest and don’t really like spotlight that much. As far as dating goes? UHM aha they’re so quirky and odd and love so hard and you’ll never know because they put up a detached front but similarly to aqua moons they are super dedicated and love love love their partners! They just suck at showing it.

Venus in Pisces: elusive and very turbulent. They can be very mysterious-more than Scorpio Venus from what I’ve seen and they have this affect that lures you into them like that fish net that caught dory and Nemo. They have very captivating body movements and can seem like they’re not really there sometimes. I call them the past life boys only because it can seem like they’re acting out patterns that have already taken place at times like they’re a walking deja vu. They can be disarming and have a very charming yet frightening disposition that leaves you vulnerable and confused. Romantically they don’t make sense and can send a plethora of signals that you may not be able to understand. They love with their soul and it can be a deep and overwhelming thing if you’re not ready. They tend to be quite and extremely humble. I can’t say they dress any specific way.

Now there’s a bunch of things to consider like aspects and house placements but this is just in my personal experience of men with these venus signs alone.


REQUEST: drunk college!seb (or bucky) confessing his love for you at the doorstep of your dorm in the middle of the night. he ends up staying the night with you.

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It was two thirty seven in the morning. You’d been asleep for a few hours now after a long study session. You had a test in a few days and always felt better when leading to the test you had a lot of rest. Your brain needed to recharge after a stressful few days.

You considered yourself a somewhat okay sleeper. You didn’t wake up at the sound of just anything. But that night, you did wake up to a rather unusual sound.


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My Best Friend’s Sister (Part 3)

Originally posted by the-winchester-cult

Summary: The reader and Jared attempt to resolve their issues when a new one pops up…


Pairing: Jensen x reader (with sibling!Jared)

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language, sibling angst

A/N: Everyone is going to be perfectly happy, right?…

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Summary: During a night of studying, it abruptly comes to an end when an unexpected stranger wakes up hungover on your couch. (College!AU)

Word Count: 1,795.

Prompt: “I don’t know you, so why the fuck are you hungover on my couch?”

A/N: First off, big thanks to @james-bionic-barnes for helping a sister out with some ideas. Much appreciated! Second, this is my entry for  @theassetseyeliner‘s writing challenge. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Either/Or: Single II


Previously on Single

The apartment was decked in all of the holiday spirit. Lights on every surface, sloppy snowflakes cut and taped on the windows, stockings hung with care and construction paper and cotton ball snowmen on the walls. The tree itself was modest in girth, but laden with ornaments, all kinds of handmade, hot glue gunned and glitter bespeckled entities.

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Seventeen reaction to you saying I love you first or back to them

A/N: this was super fun to do and brought me back to my seventeen feels lmao TT please request more reactions (i like variety lmao). also this was requested as two separate thing but decided to mold into one! hope you enjoy!

Jeonghan: He would be the first one to say it towards you, after a long night together. His face would be inches apart from yours as he waited for you answer with some nervousness, but he tried not to show it. When you lightly opened your mouth and stared into his eyes to finally tell him you loved him back for the first time, he would scrunch up his eyes and envelop you in a hug, whispering embarrassing things to you the entire time after “Y/n, who’s Jeonghan’s baby???” “….me….I am…

Originally posted by visual-17

Seungcheol (S.coups): would also be the first one to say it, probably would be super romantic and push your hair behind your ears, give you a rose, tell you you looked beautiful, but like at the most inconvenient time, like right when you have to go to work. But you would be taken aback by him confessing his love, and when you finally said it back to him, he would jump with joy and laugh his little nervous laugh and spin you around, making you late for the 4th time that week but you didn’t really care because seungcheol had really just told you he loved you like that

Originally posted by imbangnzelo

Mingyu: would say it first too, but it would be so small and fast you really had to listen carefully for it. It would be during a night in at your place, cooking dinner together, after you had hurt yourself Mingyu would bandage up your finger, and mumble a soft “you’re lucky that I’m in love with you.” after finishing up bandaging you. When you said it back he would go BEET red and just focus on cooking while you buzzed next to him. not because he’s embarrassed but because he couldn’t believe you felt the same way, such a soft tall boy

Originally posted by love-meknot

Wonwoo: you’d say it first this time around. wonwoo is such a soft thing that he wouldn’t really be able to find the courage to just straight up tell you he loved you in person, he’d say it over texts ALL the time but he got too tongue tied around you. so when you finally said “i love you wonwoo” to him one night while you were both cuddling he would freeze up, holding you close as he swallowed a few times before whispering it back, his heart rate going wayyyy too fast to be healthy, probably have to be given a ice pack after cause he’d be so warm

Originally posted by visual-17

Soonyoung (Hoshi): Would definitely say it first to you. He’d be joking around with you alllll night and it’d be very late, the both of you feeding each other snacks and giggling and he wouldn’t be able to help the “i love you” that spilled out, covering his tracks by blaming it on how late it was because he didn’t wanna scare you off, but when you said it back he would just about pass out, almost choking on a chip when you returned his love because he would be that shaken up

Originally posted by minghaon

Jun: Def says it to you first but tries to plan the most smooth execution of it… but that doesn’t really work out. He plans to tell you while his arms around you on the walk home, but as soon as he starts saying it his voice cracks and his arms are squeezing you too tight and you’re just like jun you’re gonna pop my shoulder out its socket please let go but i love you too and he would literally stop to catch his breath because he’d be so happy and relieved even if it didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to

Originally posted by myungeuna

Minghao (the8): Would tell you first and be soooo damn straight up about it. Like he would sit you down at dinner, look you in your eyes, wouldn’t let you look away or blink, and just deadpan “i love you.” because this is serious and he wants you to know he’s serious and so when you started laughing he would be taken aback, but hearing the words fall off your tongue back to him would calm his nerves, and he would chide you for laughing at him because love is serious business

Originally posted by mountean

Jihoon (woozi): ok y’all can come for me but he wouldn’t tell you first. Jihoon would do all the things to show you he loved you first, like make you songs, buy you gifts, etc, but he wouldn’t be able to literally say the words to you. So the day he got you this giant bouquet of roses and you ran up and said how much you loved him he would make this face 0 [] 0 and have to sit down for a moment because you took him by surprise and he loves you so much too just hearing it made his knees go weak, the way you said it would be too cute for him to handle

Originally posted by mountean

Joshua (Jisoo): Would tell you first, in the most sweetest and nicest way ever. Would sit you down and hold your hands between his and ask how you felt, if you had eaten well, and would look you deep into your eyes and express how much you meant to him and how much him telling you he loves you really means, and so when you told him you feel the exact same way he would just smile and blush lightly, doing that thing where he laughs and covers his mouth with his fist to try and contain his excitement, would text his mom immediately after like she said it back

Originally posted by jeongshu

Seokmin (DK): Woukd DEF tell you first, but sooooo loud about it too. He would do it in like a public setting while you were out with the rest of the boys because he thinks in his head it’s very romantic, would just catch you off guard while you were eating with a “i love you” and you have to help you cuz now you’re choking, but when you could finally breathe and said it back, he would act like he won a fucking emmy and walk around and say thank you messages to everyone lmao “first of all i’d like to thank..”

Originally posted by shininghoshi

Seungkwan: You’d have to tell him first!!!! He is very loud and acts like he’s in charge of everything but he’s very inexperienced with love and he’d do everything to show you … but would never tell you because every time he’d just make a joke and get tongue tied. So when you would say it to him for the first time he would literally get beet red, his eyes would go watery, like he would act so dramatic but that’s how he really felt he’d be soooo in love with you, would say it back immediately then wouldn’t stop saying it for the rest of the entire day

Originally posted by seungkvvan

Hansol (Vernon): would say it first, would actually be very good with telling you. He would take you out, wine n dine you, then right before he dropped you off he would whisper it very softly to you and kiss your cheek, causing you to go warm, when you said it back he would just give you a sly smile and kiss you again, trying to look cool despite the fact that his stomach was doing flips and he was gonna run home and tell everyone about it now

Originally posted by sneezes

Chan (Dino): You’d have to say it first! chan thinks he’s grown and thinks he could handle the grown up emotion of love but he would just get so incredibly tongue tied around you he physically would not be able to get it out. So one day you would just dive in and tell him you really loved and cared for him and the boy would just about pass out. Would need a few minutes to compose himself and be able to come back and tell you he loved you too, Jeonghans probably in the background dabbing at his tears, chan is trying no to cry but he just a real emotional boy so you tell him it’s okay

Originally posted by performanceunit

A Sniper, a Soldier, and a Fangirl: Part 6

Prompt: Sometimes life sucked. You’d found that out early in life. An embarrassing incident here, an anxiety attack there, and voila an introvert was born. And to be completely honest you were okay with that fact. Being introverted was not a bad thing, it allowed you time to do the important things like, obsess over fictional characters, or write, or work, or study, or geek out in general. It was a simple life, but it was a good life. THen the impossible happened, you got sucked into a fictional world that wasn’t actually fictional, and found out two of your favorite characters were your soulmates. You weren’t sure if you were lucky, or just crazy.

AN: So for the sake of this plot I’m following the movies not the comics, because it makes my life easier. Also time/ story lines are about to go askew, so prepare yourself! Basically I’m playing puppet master with the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Reader X Clint Barton X Steve Rogers

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

  The next several days are filled with turmoil. There’s more than one screaming match, and more than a few expletives. You stay on the outer edge of everything during that time. Steve ends up in the thick of it; fighting with Tony and arguing with Fury. Meanwhile Clint becomes like a cat.

    He likes to wrap himself around you, cuddling you to his chest or cradling you in his lap. The two of you watch as Steve stresses. “This can’t be good for him,” you mutter on day number three of the insanity.

    Clint gives a noncommittal grunt. You’re sitting on the couch, with Clint’s head in your lap, and your fingers running through his hair. You smile down at him, “He’s ninety-seven Clint, the stress could kill him.”

    This time Clint laughs and Steve’s head swerves in your direction. He raises an eyebrow and you smile, “We were just talking about you.”

    His lips quirk, “And that caused you to laugh?”

    You pinch your thumb and your forefinger together, “Only a tiny laugh.”

    Steve excuses himself from the ongoing meeting of Fury and his trusted inner circle. They don’t even notice he’s gone. Slowly, Steve lowers himself to sit on the coffee table, Clint opens one eye and smirks, “Are you done being Captain Anal?”


    Slowly Clint sits up, “We’re not going to fix everything.”

    “We can try.”

    “And when this war blows our way?”

    “We fight back.”

    “Not all of us are fighters.”

    Both sets of eyes slide to you, and Steve sighs, raking his hands over his face, “Clint . . ”

    “Then there’s the fact that we haven’t even taken her on a date yet.”

    Steve stills, and your eyes flash back and forth between them. When he doesn’t say anything, Clint continues, “We found our soulmate Steve, and so far we’ve spent very little time with her, and yes the world may be ending but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to stop and smell the roses.”

    You watch Steve sag, and quietly you say, “It’s okay Steve. I understand.”

    He shakes his head, and runs a hand through his hair, “I waited too long once before. I’m not going to make the same mistake twice.”

    Clint smiles, and wraps an arm around your shoulder, “Good now that we have that settled, Y/N why don’t you change clothes, give the captain time to shower, and me time to make a reservation, and we’ll go.”

    You raise an eyebrow in question, “Just like that?”

    Steve smiles, “Just like that.”

    You hesitate, “Are you sure?”

    They answer together, “We’re positive.”

    “Okay.” You slip away from the room, pecking both of them on the lips before taking the elevator down to your guest room. And that’s when you hit your first hurdle. You stare at the duffle bag filled with nothing except jeans and tee-shirts, and frown.

    While you’d bought a few dresses on your shopping trip, you hadn’t brought any with you. You hadn’t seen a need. You’re three minutes into trying to figure out what to do when a knock comes on your door. You open it to find Natasha standing there with a garment bag, “You should love me.”

    You smile at the woman, “Give me a reason.”

    She holds the bag out to you. In it is a tea length, black dress. It’ll hug your curves in all the right places. Your eyes flicker to her, “It was only a matter of time before they took you out, so I grabbed this when Bruce and I made a quick run to the base yesterday.”

    You smile, “Thank you Natasha.”

    She smiles, and closes the door as she walks in behind you. She sits on the bed and talks while you get ready. It’s frivolous stuff right up until she asks, “Have the three of you talked about sealing the bond?” You freeze, right in the middle of zipping up your dress. Natasha smiles and finishes zipping it for you, “I’m guessing you’ve done some reading.”

    “A little.”

    “You’ll have to seal it soon.”

    You don’t meet her eyes, as you swallow the lump in your throat and ask, “Why?”

    “The connection needs to be sealed or it can dissolve.”

    You turn your head, “Dissolve?”

    “The soulmate bond, the marks, they’re a choice. While most people choose to love their soulmates seal the bonds, others choose not to. The more time they spend apart the more the connection fades, and so does the mark, until it’s gone.”

    You stare at her, “As we …Am I …”

    She shakes her head, “Not yet. You are however at a disadvantage, because they have to spend more time away from you because of missions. You need to spend more time with them. Build the connection. I’m not saying it has to be tonight, but …”

    You look at the floor, “You know it’s funny, I’ve known them for all of two weeks and the idea of losing them …”

    She gives you a small smile, “The feelings that come along are genuine, just so you know. The soulmate bond just kind of intensifies them.”

    “Is that how it is for you and Bruce.”

    Her eyes snap to you, “How do you …” it hits her a second later. “Of course. For the most part it is. Bruce is hesitant because of his green problem.”

    “Do the others know?”

    She shakes her head, “No, and Bruce and I prefer it that way.”

    You give her a small smile, “I understand, it stays between us.”

    She gives you a small smile before slipping out of the room. Giving yourself one last look in the mirror, you grab a wrap and head down stairs. You find your boys waiting for you. They’re both dressed in slacks, button down shirts, and blazers. They smile at the sight of you, and you smile back.

They each offer you an arm and you take them. You walk out, onto the streets of New York City and smile at the busyness of it all.  As the three of you walk hand in hand down the streets you take in the sights, and listen as Steve tells you about different memories around the city.

You end up at an Italian restaurant. It’s a little hole in the wall place and you fall in love with it. The food is warm, and tasty, and the conversation is even better. They each tell you about their childhoods, and you listen intently.

And then you find the tables flipped, “So what about you?”

You smile, “What about me?”

Steve chuckles, “What’s your family like?”

“Mom, dad, and I’m an only child.”

“Good childhood?”

You shrug, “Finance wise, it was comfortable. Family wise not so much. My parents’ marriage was riddled with affairs, so I swore off dating until I was done with college. Too much drama.”

“What did you go to college for?”

You smile, “Business, actually. I took over my grandmother’s book store about a year and a half ago when she passed.”

Clint smiles, “You really love books, don’t you?”

“Books were a better reality. They weren’t filled with an unknown unless it’s a cliffhanger, and the only betrayal you feel is when the author kills off your favorite character.” Steve smiles at that, and the conversation drifts to the differences and similarities between your two worlds.  

You don’t realize how late it’s gotten until you realize you’re the only customers left, and it’s time for closing. Steve pays, and you head back out onto the streets. It’s a bit cooler than when you left, but it feels good.

As you walk Steve wraps an arm around your shoulders, and Clint wraps an arm around your waist. You’re three blocks from the tower when the first explosion hits. You find yourself on the ground, covered by both your guys as two more follow.

You’re pulled to your feet seconds later, and you’re moving into a run. You hit Stark Tower at a run, and the minute you slide through the doors they lock behind you. You’re met by the sight of SHIELD agents with guns. For a minute you’re worried that they’re Hydra, then Fury steps out and you sag in relief.

His tone is hard, “Hydra made a move. We’re officially on the world’s most wanted list. It’s time for a tactical retreat.”

“All together?”

He shakes his head, “Scatter. Radio silence until I make contact. If you need to make contact before that, go old school. Tony, Pepper, and Happy have already left on one quinjet. Widow and Hulk are in the wind. Thor has taken off to find Jane. You’re the only ones left. Get your asses to a Quinjet, and hide.”

Clint stares at Fury, “And you sir?”

“I’m going to say hello to our guests.”

He nods once, before he takes your hand. You find the elevator unoccupied and you’re grateful for it. The three of you go to the flight deck to find the quinjet, and Maria Hill there waiting. She offers a terse smile, “Your things have been loaded along with arms and ammunition. I even managed to get some groceries in there. Lay low. Do not draw attention.”

Clint nods, as Steve escorts you onto the jet. He makes sure you’re strapped in, before strapping in himself. Clint takes the controls, and you’re in the air a minute later. It’s several hours before Clint puts the controls on auto pilot and comes back.

You’re feeling more than a little numb, and you haven’t said anything. Clint takes a seat on the unoccupied side of you. Quietly you ask, “Shit just hit the fan, didn’t it?”

Steve smiles, “Big time.”

Clint nods, “Could be worse though. We could have been completely unprepared.”

You scrub your hands over your face, “I should have said something sooner.”

Clint wraps an arm around you, “You didn’t know, and when you did you said something. You gave us a start, and a contingency plan.”

Steve nods, “We’re better for it. That being said … we have a fight ahead of us.”

Clint refuses to meet your eyes, “We signed up for this war, you didn’t. If you want we can put you in the wind. A new identity all of it. In time the mark and bond will fade.”

Your heart stops, “Is that what you want?”

There’s a sigh before Steve says, “The right answer, the unselfish answer would be to say yes. To set you free and make sure you never see a day of this fighting.”  

You smile, before taking one of their hands in one of yours, and quietly you say, “Be selfish.”

Clint looks at you, “Are you sure?”

You nod, “For better or for worse, we’re in this together.” Clint smiles at you, and you lean over to kiss him. You lean your forehead against his before he kisses the tip of your nose, and then you turn and kiss Steve. When you pull apart he kisses your forehead. And sitting there, wrapped in the arms of two men, you take the biggest chance of your life, “I think we should seal the bond.”

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Poly headcanons with Damian and Jon x reader

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  • It’s basically like being in a relationship with a super-powered hyperactive puppy and a trained ferocious cat assassin. But the contrast is great because it often means there’s a lot of aspects to your trio.
  • Dates planned by Damian are usually planned down to the TT, and involve a lot of money and time. Dinner dates booked in secluded party rooms, rose petals, candles, suits and ties and dresses, completely rented aquariums, fondue or dance lessons. They’re all full-bloodedly romantic and filled with everything you would expect from that side of Damian, and they’re usually for the days when you’re all feeling a little cruddy and need some class. To make these more intimate Damian will often just take one of you, but will make it up to the other later with a date of your choice.
  • Jon’s dates are often very homely and are more hands-on. You spent a weekend at the Kent family Farm, hefting hay bales onto the back of Clark’s truck, washing the pigs, feeding the animals, riding horses, and around the Harvest, he’ll have you guys come up and help out too. The best time you think you’d ever had was where Jon’s pumpkins were successful that year, so the three of your carved them together and ended up throwing the seeds and guts at each other. After Damian sprayed Jon directly in the face with a hose, you broke down crying from how hard you were laughing, and then Jon getting the pumpkin pieces down the back of Damian’s shirt, you all mutually decided that Jon planned dates from that moment on.
  • But, considering how it’s not exactly common for one of you to get jealous, you’ve all agreed on some ground rules;
  • 1. No going out with a partner without the third person’s knowledge. And if they don’t seem/feel okay with this, then change the day of the date or include the third.
  • 2. Always wait for the third person before starting anything, like eating at a meal, (making out), or anything else that might involve this rule.
  • 3. Communication is key. If something is wrong, it is DIRE that it is discussed between everyone.
  • You often reference these rules in conversation (”Remember rule number three, Dams”), and the system works incredibly well.
  • In regards to Jon’s family, everything is wonderful. When Jon finally brought it up with his parents they were hesitant (mainly because of Damian, if we’re being honest), but after watching the three of you interact it was clear that it was beneficial for all of you, so Lois and Clark instantly gave their blessing. Grandma Martha made you a pie with three different flavors in it and confessed that before she was with Clark’s father Jonathan Kent, she’d been in a poly relationship and understood how everything worked.”If you have any questions, please come to me, dears.
  • Kon was all for it. You remember him saying,”Jon’s so stuffed full of love I knew that it wouldn’t be able to fit in one person.
  • Kara smiled and told us “congratulations”, and when Jon asked why she wasn’t fazed, she shrugged. Apparently, relationships with more than two people were incredibly common on Krypton, to the point where it was almost 50/50 for each side in the population.”And y’know, If I’m being honest, I’m a little jealous. I always hoped when I was little that there would be more than just one person who loved me romantically.
  • Most of the time Damian takes the lead and you and Jon follow in stride. The only reason you do this is so he can’t hear you whispering about how sexy he is behind his back.
  • Damian: [runs his fingers through his hair] [does like 1,000 push-ups shirtless] [smirks absentmindedly, probably while thinking about something dirty]
  • Y/N and Jon: [trying not to stutter, failing] wha-what a drEAM BOAT
  • Damian’s family was only a little different in reaction. Alfred gave his advice and was the reason why you set up the ground rules and was really supportive. Bruce, y’know, being Bruce, didn’t really acknowledge it but didn’t seem opposed to it either. Dick was FULL HEARTEDLY all in, and even hugged you and Jon after he told you he’d kill you both if you broke Damian’s heart. 
  • Jason, being the “outcast” of the family, was rarely around and thus didn’t learn of your status until you casually dropped the “two boyfriends” line. He just gave you a thumbs up??? what does this mean?? Tim basically did the same thing, but Cass and Steph tried to throw you a party. It failed only because Damian thought the “surprise” was an attack and chucked an electric Batarang that started the tablecloth on fire. The same thing happens at the Wedding Reception.
Harbinger part -two

He wakes in a healing pod back at the castle. Kolivan is standing in front of it, arms crossed over his chest. The look on his face is severe, though Keith figured out a while ago that’s just his default expression. Coran is also there, puzzling over the virtual computer terminal at the center of the room. He looks worried. There’s a momentary pang when Keith realizes they’re the only ones in the room, but he immediately pushes it back down again.

He blinks, and stares at the fringe of white hair falling into his eyes, then he swallows and takes an experimental breath, wincing at the nagging pull in his side. The newly healed skin is still pretty tender, though unbroken when he gives it a tentative brush with his fingers. His head is splitting and he’s nauseous. He’s also fucking freezing. He pulls a face. He’s never been in one before, but it seems to him that something called a “healing pod” should probably be a little better at healing.

The pod door slips open and Kolivan’s big hands immediately dart out to grip Keith’s shoulders as he stumbles out of it. Something explodes inside Keith’s head. Kolivan and Antok were lovers. They had an adopted son called Fen who was killed during a recon mission. He was only a couple of years older than Keith at the time. Kolivan used to call him little one. He still cries for both of them alone in his room at night.

Keith startles, flinching out of Kolivan’s grip as if stung.

“Are you well?” Kolivan asks, a note of concern creeping into his voice.

“I’m fine,” Keith says automatically, except he’s really not because what the fuck was that? He swallows. “I’m just a little…” he wavers when the persistent headache behind his eyes suddenly blossoms into stabbing pain. He screws his eyes shut, unsteadily swaying on his feet and rubbing his forehead with a groan.

“Sit, sit, sit,” Coran says, laying a guiding hand on Keith’s shoulder and easing him to a seat on top of the circular steps beneath the pod ring. Keith’s head explodes. Coran is 114-years-old. Alfor’s final words to him were protect her with your life. His breakfast this morning consisted of bleak porridge with slotberries. He’s afraid of orb-weavers, which are essentially bright fluorescent green space-spiders.

Keith recoils from Coran’s touch. He stumble crawls down the steps on his hands and knees and vomits green bile onto the sunken floor. His head is throbbing.

“Keith!” Coran cries, following after him, reaching out to steady Keith’s heaving body. Kolivan charges down to offer his help as well, his lips pressed together in a tight grim line.

“Get away from me!” Keith cries, scrambling backwards across the floor. He pulls up short against the pod room computer terminal. “Don’t… Don’t touch me!” he gasps, throwing up his hands to keep them away. He has no idea what’s going on, but weirdness seems to happen when they touch him.

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A short story based off the song “Jolene” by Dolly Parton with a sapphic twist,  featuring a bisexual Brazilian heroine.

Tagging: @nolabird@smithy-smith, @carriewhiteburnsinhell, @mymblelife, @princessfangface, @imaginedsoldier, @mostbittern, @spondees

Luisa pokes at her stomach as she stares at herself.  No, she doesn’t suppose she is very beautiful; maybe her hair is nice, black and curly, but that’s about it.  Her belly is round and her legs are short. Her face is a moon, and not in a good way.  She’s just too round to be beautiful, and lacking in height.  Still, Bruno is her husband, and no one, not even the stunning Jolene, is going to take him away.

Luisa has arranged to meet with Jolene, to confront her.  To be fair, Luisa has very little proof.  Jolene’s fleeting glances and Bruno’s calling out the other woman’s name in his sleep is what fuels Luisa’s suspicions, and that in itself is not proof.

Of course, she does not want to confront the town’s most beautiful woman, with her flaming auburn hair and her emerald green eyes.  Yes, Jolene is beautiful, and kind, and there’s something intimidating about the way she stares at Luisa.  It’s too intense.  And then she looks at Bruno with so much longing.

There must be something.  This can’t just be in Luisa’s head like Bruno says.  But of course he would say that, wouldn’t he, if there were something…

Luisa rolls her eyes and shakes out her curls, pouts her lips and slaps her cheeks. Well. This will have to do.

Luisa gets to Jolene’s apartment complex a full ten minutes before she said she would be there. Maybe she gave herself too much time for the walk, but being early is better than being late, right? Honestly, Luisa is not looking forward to this talk.  She doesn’t want to seem eager or desperate, but she is. She is.

She steels herself, finds courage from somewhere, and rings the doorbell.

It doesn’t work.

Luisa resists the urge to stamp her foot and instead bites her lip hard enough to hurt. Then she takes a deep breath, and knocks.

She hears a thump followed by a crash, a loud meow, and a muffled Shit! The door opens suddenly, a flurry of red curls making Luisa step back.

“Hi, Luisa!” Jolene’s voice is breathless, and her smile is like a breath of spring.  Luisa wants to be angry, but it’s difficult when Jolene is looking at her like that, all intense-like.

“Um… Hi Jolene.  Can I come in?”

“Hi, yeah, of course just, oh fuck, get out of the way Charlie!” A ginger tabby winds its way around Luisa’s feet and promptly flops onto the welcome mat.

Luisa giggles.  “Your cat is cute.”

Jolene blows a lock of hair out of her eyes as she picks Charlie up off where he’s lounging on the floor and shrugs.  “He’s fat and lazy and I love him.” She buries her face into his fur and places him on her shoulder.  He perches, a king sat upon his mistress.  

The absurdity of it makes Luisa want to scream.  This woman is trying to steal her man, and Luisa is marvelling at how cute she is with her cat. What is wrong with her?  She feels heat rush to her face.

You’re just nervous, Luisa.  Get a grip.  Make your intentions known; stop being the meek little mouse everyone thinks you are.  Your marriage is on the line!

“You alright, Lu?”

Luisa shakes her head and clears her throat.  “Allergies.  Hayfever is a bitch.”

Jolene smiles knowingly and then gasps.  “Oh, come in, come in.  Haha, sorry. I do that sometimes when I’m nervous.”

Luisa hesitates over the threshold.  Nervous?  Pelo amor de Deus,  pleasepleasepleaseplease don’t let there be anything going on between them.

“I, uh, didn’t know if you’d be hungry, so I made some coffee and cookies. I know you’re always on a diet, but you know, you don’t need to be, you’re lovely just the way you are, and one cookie can’t hurt can it? And like, of course, if you don’t want one, please don’t feel pressured, they’re just there just in case you’re hungry, and–”



“Let’s dispense with the pleasantries.  You know why I’m here.”

Jolene flushes and steps back, swallowing.  “Wow, right to it, huh?  Okay.  Um. I’ve never done this before. With a married woman, I mean.”  Even in the admission of her guilt, her voice is soft like summer rain.  It’s infuriating. And she’s smiling.  Sem vergonha!  How can she be so confident?

Still, it’s odd wording.  Luisa bites her lip and looks straight at Jolene.  “I know you want him.”

Jolene jolts at this.  “What?”

“My husband is a good man, but even he can’t resist your charms.  You’re so beautiful…” Luisa sighs, then continues, “and he is only a man.  But you could have anyone, Jolene.”

Jolene shakes her head, and desperation sets in.  “You have to understand.  He is my husband and I need him.”

“You’re mistaken, Luisa, I would never–”

“I know you have!  Tonight confirms everything!  Please, I’m not beautiful like you.  He’s my husband. He’s my husband.  I love him.”

Jolene tilts her head, and shakes it.  “Do you?”


“Do you love him?

The cheek of it!  “Of course I do!”

Jolene’s mouth transforms into a line and she runs her hand through her hair.  Charlie has long since disappeared into the depths of Jolene’s little apartment.  “I think we need to clear something up.  I’m not going to steal your man away like some whatever it is you think I am.  I would never do that to you.”

“Please don’t lie to me.  Besides, I know something is going on.  Bruno…” Luisa has to swallow her pride, but her voice shakes.  “He talks about you in his sleep. There’s nothing I can to to keep from crying when he calls your name. I can’t compete with you, Jolene.”

Silence stretches before them, and then Jolene’s lip curls. “He doesn’t deserve you, or your loyalty.” Jolene takes a deep breath, and continues, “I could be good to you.”  It’s so quiet, Luisa almost thinks she imagines it.


Jolene bites her lip, and her earlier resentment is replaced with naked sincerity.  “I could be good to you.  Loyal and good.  You deserve at least that.”

Luisa stands, suddenly dizzy.

“You… but you… but what about Bruno? Don’t you—”

“Fuck Bruno.  I want you.  I thought I was being very clear.  I thought you were coming here to tell me you wanted me, too.”

“What the fuck…”

Jolene laughs, but it sounds sad.  “Yeah.  That’s been my entire evening. A beautiful woman I thought wanted me instead wants me to keep away from her creep of a husband.”

“He’s not–”

Jolene shoots her an incredulous look, and Luisa concedes.  “Okay, he can be a little macho.”

“A little? Luisa, please.”

The silence stretches between them, pregnant with possibility.  

“I don’t understand,” Luisa says.

“I’m a lesbian.”

“No, I got that bit.  I mean the rest.  Why do you look at me like you hate me sometimes?  And why do you look at Bruno like you want him?”

Jolene closes her eyes and clenches her teeth.  “I think you have that mixed up.  I look at him like I want to be him. I think.  And you?  I look at you like you’re a beautiful woman whose husband neglects her.  I get so angry when I think about him going after other women.”


“Well, he went after me.  I told him no, of course, which I don’t think he’s used to hearing.”


“Oh, Luisa.  He’s been doing this since you two started dating back five years ago. You must’ve known.”

“You’re just saying that.  You’re just saying that because–”

“Hon, do you really believe that?”

“I need to go.”

“Of course.” Jolene stands to let her out, but Luisa is already stumbling out of the living room, to the corridor, and through the door.

She gets a quarter of the way home before bursting into tears.

Bruno notices nothing, but then, of course he wouldn’t.  He married the good Catholic girl to make his parents happy–and probably because she wouldn’t put out.  That’s it, and she sees it now.  How could she have missed it?  

The sex is mechanical as always, and of course, if she wants to orgasm, she’s got to take care of it herself.  

Kisses feel slobbery, and when he grabs her, she is aware it’s a possessive embrace, not a lover’s.  It’s for the benefit of the men in their life, for them to know that she belongs to him.  It makes her feel sick.

As ever, Jolene’s presence looms over them, but for different reasons.  Luisa begins to imagine what it would be like if Jolene were between her legs and not her husband.  If her kisses are soft, or just as gross as Bruno’s.

It drives her crazy, until one day, she makes a decision.

Luisa finds herself at Jolene’s door three weeks after that fateful Saturday.  She doesn’t really know what she’s doing here, but she knows she’s had a bath, and she knows she’s curled her hair with the curling iron, and she’s wearing her nicest dress and her pair of sexy underwear.  Probably nothing will happen, but she knows that if it does, she wants to be prepared.  

She tries the doorbell, and of course it doesn’t work, so she knocks.

When Jolene opens the door, her red curls are held up with a paintbrush, and she has a smear of paint on her face.  Luisa is endeared.

“What are you–”

“Can I come in?”


Luisa enters, and closes the door behind her.  Jolene is stood biting her lip, and staring at Luisa with what can only be wariness.

“What’s up?” Jolene finally manages.

“You, um… I came to apologize.”


Her face falls, so Luisa continues, “And, um, maybe…. maybe my happiness depends on you.”

Jolene sighs, agitation plain in her eyes.

“I told you, Luisa. I’m not going after your—”

“No! No, no that’s not what I meant. I meant… you said that you could be good to me.”


Luisa resists the urge to laugh and instead, inches forward. She is unsure, but Jolene stays where she is, only mild surprise gracing her features. Their faces are moments from each other’s when Jolene closes the gap, her lips soft and firm.  Luisa forgets to check and see if Jolene drools on her like Bruno.  She’s caught up in the softness of Jolene, the half-light of the hall, the sounds of their lips coming together in worship.  Her knees feel like they’re going to give, and it is then that Jolene breaks away.

She takes Luisa’s hand, softly, reverently.  “You sure?”

Luisa nods.  If she wasn’t before, she certainly is now.

Jolene smiles, that brilliant spring-smile of hers, and Luisa follows her deeper into the apartment.

She doesn’t leave until evening.


You worked with Tupac Shakur a few years after that on Gridlock’d.What was your impression of him?

Tim Roth: I adored him. I initially didn’t want him for the role – it just shows my white ignorance. I was just this pasty-faced London boy who didn’t know who he was, despite the fact that he’d gone double platinum by that point, I think. But what happened was, I was attached to the project and we had another actor who was interested in the role, then backed out at the last minute. So we suddenly found ourselves without a second lead. Tupac’s name came up – “He’s a rapper, he’s a really interesting guy and he’s really up for doing this” – and I just said, “Can you get me an actual actor, for fuck’s sake? Please?” I had no idea he was an actor before he was a musician, that he’d gone to the Fame school in Baltimore, none of that.

While this was going on and they were looking for someone else, I got nominated for Rob Roy. And during one of those silly party things you have to go to while it’s Oscar season, Quincy Jones came up to me and said, “Hey, Tupac, you should really give him a chance.” And it’s like, Aw, fuck, okay. Quincy is vouching for him. Let’s set up a meeting.

So the director Vonde [Curtis-Hall] and I are sitting in this restaurant I used to go to, waiting to meet him, and in comes a security team. sweeps the place and then they go out. Then a group of women enter; they go and sit at this table in the corner. And then in comes ‘Pac, who sits down, politely says, “Hi, how are you?” At which point, he proceeded to totally lay out the character. He had it down. And I’m just thinking, This guy is fucking amazing! I want to work with this guy! What do we need to do to get him in the movie? Meanwhile, Vonde is sitting there with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face, just going “I told you so…”.

I had two issues with him. One was the fact that he was writing, he was directing and starring in music videos and recording an album. He’d show up on set exhausted, and I just told him, I need you for five weeks. Let’s make this together, concentrate on this and then you can back to doing the other things. Which he did, and he was really cool about it.

The other thing was guns. We were sitting on the back of a truck, waiting to do a scene in Downtown L.A., and I said to him, “What’s with all the guns, why is there all this drama, what have you got yourself into?” And he very calmly explained to me the world he was living in at that moment, then said, “I think there’s a bullet out there with my name on it, man.” He and I were supposed to hang out the day after he ended up getting shot; we were really excited because he was coming back to L.A. and I really missed him a lot. The joke was that he had to re-record some dialogue for the film, and since I’d already been in the Death Row Studios with him and we’d recorded stuff, it was like, “Okay, 'Pac, you’re in my territory now!” And then, you know, we got the word he was in the hospital, and then a few days after that, he had died. I still miss him.

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Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

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Genre: Angst

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Leather Jacket

Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c


The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.

Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.

“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair. 

“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.

Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.

“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.

Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.

This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.

“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-

“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.

Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.

You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.

“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him

Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.

After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before. 

You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.

You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just here and you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?

Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.

Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.

Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.

Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.

Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.

You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.

His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.

Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.

Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.

You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.

“I did something about it.”

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seven signs

Summary: Bucky feels like he’s falling in love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none - pure fluff!

Word Count: 2.1k [yikes, sorry]

A/N: Here’s my submission for the ever lovely Gen’s @bucky-plums-barnes 8k celebration - congrats again, sweetheart! My prompt was: “You know I only have eyes for you.” - hope you all enjoy :) || masterlist

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Okay but just think of the dozens of Sterek fics that will come from that small scene of Stiles saying blindness is his biggest fear and Derek questioning him. I can just imagine one with Derek hearing Stiles heartbeat stutter and later confronting him about it and Stiles being all like 'of course it's not my biggest fear, don't you know me at all? My biggest fear is losing you again, watching you bleed out and not being able to do anything about it, not being able to save you.'

Derek’s eyes linger after Stiles looks away, his body shifting restless, fingers clenching and loosing in a twitch across the exam table. The lie hangs bright and obvious in the air –– less in the absent hitch of heartbeat or the burn of nerves that don’t taste quite like embarrassment or like fear. Derek could explain those things away in context if he tried, but he can’t explain the way the words fail to line up with everything he knows he knows about Stiles.

“Becoming blind?”

“Yeah… terrified of it. Always have been.

He wonders if it’s as obvious to Scott as it is to him, but the rest of the group’s already moved on, not missing a beat, focus shifted back to the problem at hand while Stiles re-centers. His pulse sharpens again and his eyes lift back to Derek, flicking up and away before moving back to Scott again, sliding seamless back into the conversation.

Derek shakes off the strangeness, and follows him.


“Why did you lie in there?”

Stiles’ step falters on the question, and the resigned set of his shoulders tell Derek he’d been expecting this and hoping every bit as much to avoid it. Derek almost wants to take it back, tell Stiles is doesn’t matter, let whatever horror lives in the darkest place of Stiles’ heart lie there undisturbed… but this is too important.

He crosses his arms, keeping his tone and stance indifferent like that might make this conversation any easier.

“We need to know what’s coming, Stiles. When these things manifest, it’s not just going to be your fear anymore. It could threaten everyone.”

He’s not expecting the laugh that punches out of Stiles, harsh and thin and edged bitter enough to make Derek’s unaffected stance falter.

“Don’t you think I know that?”

Dark masks and fireflies float through Derek’s mind. A too-pale stranger with Stiles’ face and cold, ancient eyes. A huge lizard with paralyzing claws, and too-wet breaths as water threatened to pull them downward. A misshapen wolf with crimson eyes and spittle-laced breath, and an image of ghostly horsemen Derek had never seen, only heard of in Peter’s stories.

Derek could stab guesses at Stiles’ worst fears, could conjure up possibilities in Stiles’ quaking hands and nervous eyes as they darted out to the empty parking lot, looking for an escape before moving reluctant back to Derek. But he couldn’t know, and he needed to know, especially if it was something that could hurt the group.

…Especially if there was a way he could help Stiles prepare for it.

When it comes, he’s the one who’s unprepared.

“I can’t lose you again,” punches out rough and shaken, stunning Derek into stillness. Salt stings the air as tears well, and Stiles looks away on a wet breath, hand raking into his hair and tugging. “You were… dying and I walked away. I had to, there was nothing I could–– And then you were just gone afterward and I knew you were fine, I knew it was better that way but… fuck, Derek. It felt like you’d died some days.”

The tear tracks down and Derek feels his head shaking, arms falling from their faux-casual cross. The words are ringing through his mind, rattling around in a way that makes no sense and makes too much sense, echoes something too raw and honest inside him and he steps forward, “Stiles…” falling out soft, but Stiles is rocking a step back, shaking his head and swiping rough at the tear. Derek lets him retreat.

“My mom died in front of me.” This confession falls out soft, and Stiles’ shoulders shrink in against the sting of them. He looks small again, sixteen or years younger, and it takes an effort not to move in and shelter him from the sting of his own words. “And I just… I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t save her. Do you know how that––” He cuts off, because he knows Derek knows. Derek understands that feeling better than anyone. It’s a bond Derek’s always wished they didn’t share.

Stiles shakes his head, blinking quick.

“Fuck, I can’t go through that again, ok? If these things are bringing our worst fears to life then I’m better off away from it, for everyone’s sake. What if it kills you because of me, because–– I can’t watch someone else I love die.”

The words hang. Stiles has gone strangely still suddenly. In the clinic, some young pup sets up howling.

“…You love?” Because Stiles had been talking about his mother, but he’d also been talking about Derek. About losing loved ones, and that…

Stiles’ breath hisses out, body tensing up defensive and challenging. His hands ball up, shoulders setting broad again, and it feels like every argument they’ve ever had when Stiles meets his eyes, daring him to doubt the revelations he’d just laid out.

Derek had learned a long time ago not to doubt Stiles.

“Don’t be an idiot,” he says, like it’s obvious. Like it’s some undeniable fact that Stiles loves him, fears losing him, that in all the nightmares of Stiles’ life, losing Derek could rest in anywhere near the same category as possession or dementia, or his mother’s death. But Stiles has always been afraid of losing people he loved, of not being able to save them… and Derek is one of those people. 

Derek is the person Stiles couldn’t look at while thinking about loss.

He moves forward a step, and Stiles doesn’t retreat this time, amber eyes locked with an expression that’s caught somewhere between challenge and pleading.

It’s one of the most terrifying moments of Derek’s life as he lifts his hand to Stiles’ cheek, and the most natural thing in the world once it’s resting there.

“I’ve died before,” he reminds Stiles, softly. “That’s not about to beat me. I’ll always come back… for you.”

“For me?” Stiles sounds breathless, doubt and hope warring as Derek’s thumb brushes over his tear-streaked cheek.

Derek tilts his head, warmth touching his eyes.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

When Stiles grins and presses their lips together, Derek forgets what it’s like to be afraid.

The Kindness of Strangers

Square Filled- In heat

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader, being in heat, dom/sub undertones, smut

Word Count- 2800ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo. The reader is in heat and needs an Alpha to take care of her. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Everyone is downstairs, trying to catch a glimpse of anything happening inside Mrs. Miller’s apartment. You feel bad, you really do. No one deserves to be murdered, let alone in their own home. And the fact that it seems to be a completely random, nonsensical murder in your apartment building is unsettling.

But you can’t join the rest of your neighbors outside her door, peeking in over the caution tape and straining their ears to hear the police talk. Not when you’re sweating and cramping and curling your toes at a very ill-timed heat.

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Keith/Lance, set immediately after the keith vlog cause I’m emotional and want bby to be comforted sooo hurt/comfort. 

Lance perks up when the control room doors slide open, it’s finally his time to shine; finally his turn to get behind the camera and mesmerize their audience. He stands up when Keith comes out, smiling at him, but Keith charges on by, his expression twisted; his eyebrows furrowed and lips held in a tight line.  

The smile drips off Lance’s face, replaced by confusion, he watches as Keith raises a hand to his own - scrubbing at his eyes. 

“Hey!” Lance calls after him, and Keith turns, his eyes wide with surprise; and there’s something else about them, too, they look a little wet? “How’d it go?” he asks, still trying to puzzle over Keith’s expression - is the vlogging really that bad?

Keith quickly drops his gaze, looking down at the ground. “Uhh, fine,” he says, and waves distractedly behind him, back the way he was headed, “I’m gonna go train, or just you know sit in my room. I’ll go to my room, I think, but training helps me clear my head and focus. I - yeah, I’ll see you later, Lance?”

Lance’s eyebrows draw together in concern, watching Keith stutter over his words. “Hey, man,” he says softly, ignoring Keith’s plans to ask, “You okay?” He reaches out a hand, putting it on Keith’s shoulder, and Keith, almost unconsciously, leans into his touch. 

“Yeah,” Keith says, his voice cracking a little on the word. “I’m fine. It’s just -” he chokes, then groans in frustration, bringing his hands up to cover his face, “Ugh, this is so stupid.” He quickly rubs at his eyes; he wants them to stop burning, and for his throat to stop feeling like it’s all clogged up, he wants to stop feeling like he’s going to break even if he just tries to talk - he doesn’t want to cry

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Rhysand, High Lord of Me Crying


  • Grew up facing racial prejudice (likely from both sides of his heritage) whilst also being taught to racially discriminate against part of his heritage
  • Adored his mother and had to watch her be trapped in a relationship with a man she hated for fear of her losing her wings.
  • Was repeatedly brutalized and whipped from the age of eight and onwards, taught that the only way to survive was to fight and win against others.
  • Had his parents brutally murdered by his best friend and his family (and still tries to stop his own father from returning the favor to said best friend)
  • Inherited a title and court known for its cruelty and malice, despised and feared by the rest of the kingdom, where his own court’s Capital and nobility would view him as weak if he tried to show kindness or mercy
  • Was repeatedly, systematically, and mercilessly raped for fifty years after being robbed of all of his powers
  • Watches the love of his life die before his eyes, and then later has to watch her endure emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Tamlin

Also Rhys:

  • Spends his entire life fighting to destroy racism and unite all species in equality, from lesser fae to humans to high fae. 
  • Tries his damned hardest to be a feminist, despite growing up in a culture where you KNOW feminist critique and writing either wouldn’t exist or would definitely be censored/unpublished and probably considered treason given this whole ‘High Lords Only’ club. Ensured women were a part of his group of advisers to try and learn from own voices on how to be better than society teaches him to be, and made sure that should he ever fall, power should fall to them, not other men.
  • Uses violence as a means to justify the ends (see Feyre’s arm breaking, resolving conflict through battle and war, fighting Cassian to release his post-mating aggression) because he was raised to believe violence was an everyday part of life and a key element of learning and self-imrpovement. Is still able to recognise that these acts were not ideal and apologizes for them (to Feyre) as he did to Cassian and Azriel, who, through he way in which Illyrian conditioning works, he was first set up to antagonize and fight. 
  • Despite his best friend getting his family killed, abusing his mate, aiding in the mass genocide of racial prejudice, he still tries to settle the discord with him without violence and tries to be the better person, be it for morality’s sake or for the sake of others and the kingdom.
  • Finds his own way to exploit the reputation he inherits, preforming as an evil dictator whilst all of his actions are used to help people and try and protect those the system he was born into oppresses and abuses, even if he cannot change it all at once and still struggles at times to identify what is right and what is wrong, and to learn what helps, what doesn’t, and what problems exist with his current attempts to be better. Eventually gives up his ‘evil’ persona when his mate shows him that it is okay and that together they will be strong enough to deal with the backlash and STILL protect the people they care for and have a duty of care to.
  • Has dedicated his own library to victims of rape and abuse, is infinitely careful around his mate who suffered similar issues, and despite never really getting to talk about or reconcile with the hell of sexual abuse, manipulation, and psychological torture he was put through, he still makes himself keep his shit together and stay sane and as compassionate as possible for what he believes in, to the point where the only time his pain is allowed to be expressed is when he’s asleep at night and literally cannot control the nightmares that haunt him
  • Protects his mate and those he loves to the point of being destructively self-sacrificing because he has lost them time and time and time again, but still tries to acknowledge this and let them have their choice, do what they feel they need to do, and not freak out at them when they act on their own accord and endanger themselves because he knows they have freewill and that is their right even when it scares him the fuck to death and probably induces so many flashbacks of all the times he has lost everyone he’s ever loved.

Also Also Rhys:

  • Doesn’t claim to be perfect or the epitome of feminism or ideal morality
  • doesn’t use his reasons to excuse his behavior, but to explain his reasoning as to why he acted as he did
  • Makes mistakes that he still needs to acknowledge, especially regarding Morrigan, but hey ACOWAR is not the end and we know SJM can progress characters a fucking ton over the course of one book (see ACOMAF)
  • Unlike Amarantha, Jurian, Tamlin, and countless others, he never once says he’s ‘the way he is’ because of his past experience. He never uses his own suffering to justify inflicting it upon others. Always, his reasoning comes down to what he thinks will be the best for others and what he thinks will win them safety and protection and happiness in the end, even when those choices are fucking difficult and there is no obvious answer.


  • He just, he tries so hard and he is so fucking strong in the face of all he’s endured and he cares so much and he just *sobbing* I don’t care if he’s hot or pretty or has the biggest wingspan, he just is such an inspiration for those of us who make mistakes and were raised with views that are harmful to others or perpetrate systems of oppression. HE TRIES AND I RESPECT HIM FOR THAT SO MUCH.

(p.s thanks @my-name-is-fireheart for reminding me why Rhys deserves the world)