i know we ignore that part

I’m at the point now where, if I see my effort isn’t being reciprocated, I will pull back. I’m not gonna chase after anyone like they’re a celebrity, or beg and yearn for someone’s attention. I have value too.
If you always take days to reply, I’m gonna stop messaging you. If we barely talk except when I check up on you, I’m gonna stop texting first. If you tell me you miss me but never actually do anything to be a part of my life, your words mean nothing to me. If I see you making effort with other people but constantly ignore and sideline me, I know where I stand in your life.
I’m done wasting time and emotional energy on people.

anonymous asked:

I don't understand something. Why do you seem to make Anxiety out to be not-terrible? I just don't get it. If he's supposed to be a metaphor for actual anxiety, how could the other sides of you treat him like a friend? How could he be shipped with your fanciful side? Actual anxiety is nothing but pain, and for me, the other facets of my brain would want nothing to do with her. I'm not hating on the way you portray things, I'm just confused on how it all plays out in the metaphor.

That’s actually a REALLY good question! A question I’ll be definitely making a future video about! I can’t very well explain the shipping portion of it all haha, but to put it basically here, anxiety is a natural evolutionary trait that is innately in us to keep us alert! It’s just, in some of us, it’s more heightened and can inhibit us from time to time. In my first video where I introduced Anxiety, I brought up tools for how to shut him down, but I think it’s important to understand that stuff like that is a natural part of ourselves and we shouldn’t ignore that it’s there.

Like he said in today’s video, he’s not always the bad guy, and our anxiety is actually not trying to be bad at all. Now, moreover, my character, Anxiety, is slowly starting to represent more than just anxiety (one of the reasons names will come into play for all of them). He could be stress/negative thoughts/etc., that we deal with. It should be good that we can acknowledge they’re a part of us, and know how to deal with them, but not try to suppress them! Hope this helps ya a bit!

Gil’s Story Is My Nightmare

You know, it normally takes weeks if not months for my feelings to settle on a subject relating to fiction. Like, my first time through, it’ll wash over me, I’ll consider it a while, and then, eventually, I’ll come to a conclusion.

But Gil’s story rubbed me wrong on first run, and I easily figured out why.

Gil’s story is my nightmare as a gay man.

I know I’m not the first to sum it up, but I am SO frustrated and pissed off by this (and Mass Effect Andromeda’s handling of M/M relationships in general), I need to work it out of my system.

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Disney Song Starters:
  • “I think it’s time you and I arranged a heart to heart.”
  • “Check the grin, you’re in love.”
  • “The cold never bothered me anyway.”
  • “Reindeer are better than people.”  
  • “At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love.”
  • “Hey, [NAME], not in front of the kids!!”
  • “Don’t try to hide it.”
  • “Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it?”
  • “Too bad you’re gonna miss the girl/boy.”
  • “I don’t see you anymore.”
  • “If you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew.”
  • “Help me not to make a fool of me.”
  • “Let me share this whole new world with you.”
  • “When did you last let your heart decide?” 
  • "You think the earth is just a dead thing you can claim.”
  • “You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you.”
  • “Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?”
  • “Hold your breath, it gets better.”
  • “I steal only what I can’t afford.”
  • “I can take a hint.”
  • “You’re my only friend [NAME].”
  • “I think it’s time you and I arranged a heart to heart.”
  • “I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem think skinned.”
  • “Hey, [NAME], not in front of the kids!!”
  • “Don’t try to hide it.”
  • “I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem thick skinned.”
  • “I’d blame parents except he/she/you/I haven’t got them.”
  • “Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it?”
  • “Too bad you’re gonna miss the girl/boy.”
  • “Can you feel the love tonight?”
  • “Why was I a fool in school for cutting gym?”
  • “She/he don’t got a lot to say but there’s something about her/him.”  
  • “They weren’t kidding when they’d call me, well, a witch.”
  • “Don’t underestimate the importance of body language.”
  • “Now I really wish that I knew how to swim.”
  • “Go ahead, make your choice.”
  • “You/I don’t know why, but you’re/I’m dying to try. You/I wanna kiss the girl/boy.”
  • “Poor unfortunate souls in pain, in need.”
  • “Look at this stuff. Isn’t it neat?”
  • “I won’t say I’m in love.”
  • “I wanna be where the people are.”
  • “Wish I could be part of that/your world.”
  • “I’m ready to know what the people know.”
  • “We feel a lot like cattle.”
  • “Our aching feet aren’t easy to ignore.”
  • “The only girl who’d love him is his mother.”
  • “If I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart.”
  • “Must there be a secret me I’m forced to hide?”
  • “I can go the distance.”
  • “When will my reflection show who I am inside?”
  • “You’re the saddest bunch I’ve ever met.”
  • “Say goodbye to those who knew me.”
  • “Heed my every order and you might survive.”
  • “If there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already one that.”
  • “Face it like a grown up.”
  • “Get off my case!”
  • “I won’t accept defeat.”
  • “I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried.”
  • “I have often dreamed of a far off place.”
  • “Don’t let them know.”
  • “It’s time to see what I can do.”
  • “I wanna be like you.”
  • “Well, I’ve seen worse.”
  • “I reached the top and had to stop and that’s what’s bothering me.”
  • “Do you want to build a snowman?”
  • “I’m right out here for you, just let me in.”
  • “You’ll bring honor to us all.”
  • “This is what you give me to work with?”  
An Inconvenient Circumstance

Word count: 4890
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Rough sex, slight domination, slight choking/breath play.
Summary: When you’re stuck in an elevator that’s stopped working, what else is there to do to pass the time?

You stood awkwardly in the elevator, stealing glances at the man beside you, his intimidating features making you look back almost every seconds. How long does it take to get to the ground floor??? You looked upwards, still on one of the highest floors, so you would have to stand here awkwardly a while longer.

The men beside you looked very handsome, intimidatingly handsome and it appealed to you so much and you didn’t understand quite why. He had snakebite piercings, and another piercing at his eyebrow, his hair was slicked backwards and black, his shoulders broad, he wore a tight black tank top with a leather jacket and jeans. His expression sported a resting bitch face, but a fucking hot one. You were completely opposite to him, you wore a blazer with a fancy top with skinny black jeans and black heels as you were leaving from a late interview you just had, you gave a slight wave to your hair, making sure you looked formal enough to please your interviewer.  

You would have been shocked if he couldn’t tell how much you were staring at him. You kept to one side of the elevator, while he kept to his. Not looking each other in the eye to avoid anymore tension in the elevator, there was already so much that you could cut it with a butter knife. You watched the floors slowly change. Was the elevator going in slow motion or something? You sighed as you checked the time on your watch and then suddenly you flung from the wall as the elevator came to a sudden stop, the elevator flung you to the floor and you gasped, but two arms caught you right before impact, the man lifted you back up and allowed you to regain your balance before removing his arms from your body.

“Thank you” you said to him, locking eyes with him for the first time and seeing how beautifully brown they were, you couldn’t help but stare down when his intense gazed locked on you for too long.

“You’re welcome” he said to you, staring up at the elevator, which was no longer moving. Once he realised it wasn’t about to keep going he started to get impatient.

“What the fuck” he said, as the lights flickered every now and then. The elevator was officially stuck, just fucking great. He attempted to press the emergency button but it gave him an electric shock back and he cursed in response.

“I guess it’s not working…” you sighed.

“No shit” You stared at him as his anger started to boil and the elevator started to get hotter every second.

“HEY!” he shouted out repeatedly.

“No one is going to hear you”

He ignored you, his anger rising as he started to bang on the elevator doors, punching them with enough strength that you actually saw a small dent left in the door.

“Hey! Can you calm down!” he ignored you again, ready to punch the door again so you quickly grabbed him arm, pulling him back.

“No! Who knows how fucking long we are going to be stuck in here”

“Yeah it sucks! but leaving dents in the door isn’t going to help either of us so stop!” He focused his glare on you, his angry gaze once again melting you and you had to stare away.

“Whatever” he said in defeat.

You both stood there in silence and frustration as ages past and it felt like forever each second you were stuck in there.

“There’s barely anyone in the building its night time do they even know we are here???” You broke the silence finally, expressing your worries.

He ignored you once again, his ignorance starting to frustrate you and you scoffed.

“We are both stuck here the least you could do is fucking talk” This caught his attention.

“What do you want me to say!?” he asked back, his tone filled with annoyance.

“Anything!” you waved your hands around in frustration, just signalling for him to do anything,
“Whats your name!” you asked him, trying to initiate any conversation, hoping he would take part.

“Jaebum”

“He speaks! I’m y/n”

“We’ll I might have said its nice to meet you but under the circumstances, it’s not.” His blunt honesty kind of made you laugh.

“That’s fair enough, ditto” He smirked back at you, the mostly friendly thing he has done this whole time.

You two finally started to make some small talk and he opened up, he asked about your interview and you asked him questions too, the time passing a bit quicker, but the elevator was heating up which was making the situation more unbearable.
You stared at the time on your watch and you were shocked.

“We have been in here for almost 2 hours! It’s almost midnight!” He just looked at you and shook his head, he didn’t bother trying to reassure you about getting out or anything like that because he knew it was useless, you two could be in there all night.

You started to fan your face and you noticed tiny sweat beads on his face across you, glistening on his forehead.

“Fuck its getting to hot, how you’re still wearing that leather jacket is beyond me” you said, you took of your blazer, you tight formal top showing underneath, and he stared at you as you took it off, your chest glistening with tiny dots of sweat and he couldn’t help but stare as you chest moved up and down from the rising heat. Watching you just made him sweat and get even more hotter so in response he decided to take off his jacket too. You watched him as he did so, his muscles flexing, and his arms toned and gorgeous as you stared at them, silently thanking for his choice in a black singlet. But you shook your head and discarded any inappropriate thoughts away.

The heat was getting to you both, your cheeks flushing, both of you breathing heavier, trying to keep up small talk but you were both just concentrated on fanning yourself. Sweat was glistening down the both of you and you both leaned on the walls off the elevator.

“Fuck I can’t do this anymore” He said, leaning his head up and you watched his neck as he swallowed, his adams apple moving up and down as he did so, his movements flustering you. He put his face back down and stared at you, catching you stare at him and you quickly turned away but he shot a smirk at you, such a cocky smirk that it sent a tingle down your back. You kept your place against the wall but he pushed himself off it it, moving towards you, his hands in his pockets. You looked up at his eyes, his pupils dilated so suddenly.

“What are you doing?” you asked him as he moved dangerously close to you.

“I can think of something to pass the time” he said, his deadly smirk making your face flush bright pink.

“Don’t be silly” you attempted to move away from him but his arms leaned on the wall, encasing your body and trapping you in the corner of the elevator.

“I see the way you have been staring at me, it’s not exactly subtle” you shied at his words, trying to stare at anything but his face. His hand came down to your chin, pulling your face upwards to look at him.

“We are going to be in here a while” was the last thing he said to you, you gulped as his lips came closer and closer to yours, but you weren’t moving away, you wanted this, you didn’t know what it was about him that made you want this so much but the urge was impossible to resist, so when his lips finally reached yours, you let him kiss you. You kissed him back immediately, his lips molding into your own and you felt his shit eating grin in the kiss.

“Knew you couldn’t resist”

“Just shut up” you said, bringing his face back down to yours. You both melted into each others lips. His tongue pushed into your mouth, and he dominated over you, licking around and nibbling on your bottom lip whenever he had to pull away to breathe. The hotness of the elevator made you two breathe even heavier, your chests rising up and down very fast as sweat trickled down your foreheads. His hands grabbed at your sides, pushing you back roughly against the elevator wall as his deep kisses became rougher, your hands grabbed at his hair and tugged roughly as your tongues battled together. You moaned into the kiss, the roughness overwhelming you and arousing you all at the same tie and he was definitely living up to his intimidating appearance as he pressed you against the wall with his hips. You were trapped in him and you loved it. His hands dug into your hips, grabbing roughly at the hem off you shirt and pulling it above your head and throwing it behind him. You continued kissing and you grabbed at his shirt, discarding it from his body. You ogled at him for the shortest moment, taking in his broad shoulders and toned chest while he unclipped your bra, pulling it off your chest.

His lips moved to your neck, biting harshly and roughly while his hands grabbed onto your breasts, rubbing them roughly at the same time.

“Fuck Jaebum” you moaned as his teeth dug into your skin and your nipples hardened against his touch.  He bit down harder in response to hearing his name, groaning against your skin and you gasped as he left numerous marks and deep bruises all over your neck, the feeling so painfully pleasurable and you couldn’t describe it. The rising heat of the elevator just amplified the feeling of the situation and you could feel your arousal in your panties getting wetter and wetter by each second as his hands explored your body, squeezing on your hips, your breasts and tugging you into whatever place he wanted you to be and you let him have complete control over your body. Your hands grabbed at his hair tightly as his lips moved to your breasts, sucking on your breasts and leaving wet spots as he spread out his rough kisses, your breath hitched in your throat as he bit down onto your breasts, turning them into a perfect shade of purple and blue as he left bruises and marks on you.

You moaned and moaned as he returned the pleasure to the other breast while licking and rubbing at the same time. Your breasts perked for him and boosted his ego as he hardened his treatment, rubbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands while licking in between.

“Fuck they’re so perfect” he said to you and you moaned at his words, his face came back to yours as he started kissing you again. He grabbed both of your hands with just one of his, pinning them above your head and against the wall as he nibbled on your bottom lip. His other hand came up to your neck, squeezing very lightly lifting your head up to face him. His lips crashed onto yours as the grip on your neck didn’t loosen, making it harder for you to breath but the feeling excited you and you wanted more. Your tongue explored his mouth as his did the same and you both groaned into the kiss, his grip on your neck getting the littlest bit tighter, your hands struggled in his, wanted to touch him and run them through his hair but he didn’t let you, keeping your hands above you.

His hands finally let go of your neck and your own hands, moving down your body on to the floor, looking up at you as he took your shoes off, sliding them behind him, he moved back up, towering in front of you and staring straight into your eyes as his hands slid down the zipper of your jeans but not sliding them down your legs just yet. One of his hands gripped your hips, making sure you were pushed into the wall while the other slowly slid into your pants, your head rolled back as he rubbed you tormentingly over your panties, allowing you to acknowledge just how wet you have become and you sighed at the feeling.

“Already so wet for me” His hand on your waist grabbed your chin, lowering your face down to look at him and you kept your eyes on each other as he rubbed you slowly and deeply over and over again.

“Keep looking at me y/n, don’t look away, I want to see your face as I pleasure you…” you did as he told, keeping your gazes on each other and trying your best not to look away when his thumb ran rougher over you. You chest breathed heavy, your breasts bumping into his own toned chest every time you breathed. He moved his hand into your panties, rubbing his thumb slowly but deeply over your clit and you hissed at the feeling, cursing under your breath as you continued to stare at him, yours and his eyes dilated with lust, the mirrors in the elevator officially steaming up.

As his thumb rounded your clit his fingers rubbed you up and down, coating your wetness all over you before sliding two fingers inside of you.

“FucK!” you almost tore you gaze away as he started pumping inside of you, sticking with a slow pace that roamed around inside you, feeling your walls from side to side as his fingers moved round and round inside you and all you wanted to do was roll your head back, but instead, you settled with gripping his shoulders for dear life.

“Good girl, keep it up” he said to you as you continued to follow his instruction. As he pushed his fingers in as deep as possible he continued to roam your insides, fingers slightly curling inside you which made you writhe in response to him, barely being able to stand still from all the pleasure. You could feel his ring as he pushed his fingers in and out of you and it just amplified your pleasure by a million. More and more curses started to leave your mouth until Jaebum came to a halt, removing his hand from your clit and you inside, bringing his fingers up to your lips and you took them in your mouth straight away, sucking and licking his fingers as you tasted yourself on him, keeping your eyes on him as you did so, the look you’re giving him making him groan and the bulge in his pants starting to grow.

You released his fingers from your mouth with a lewd pop and licked around your lips. You both stared at each other deeply as he started dragging your pants and panties down you legs, as they reach the floor you kicked out of them and he pushed them behind him. You reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zip and dragging his jeans and boxers down to the floor, discarding them also. His erection sprang free and you only tore your eyes away for a second to glance at the impressive length before concentrating your look back onto him. As you were about to get down onto your knees he stopped you.

“Not yet baby” he said as he kept you trapped against the elevator wall. The small space in the elevator was heated up and the mirror was officially steamed out, sweat was running down both of your skin and you couldn’t help but admire the way it made him glisten. Jaebum dropped onto his knees, looking up at you as his hand returned to your core, pushing three fingers now inside you and you almost screamed as he immediately settled for full speed, the coarse feeling of his ring making your walls clench around his fingers. As his fingers continued their sins his face moved to your clit, and his tongue started to lick you, at a complete opposite speed from his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at your clit, little kitten licks that were driving you absolutely insane and you wanted more but you couldn’t say the words. You kept your stare at him, trying your very best not to look away, but it was getting harder each second.

“OhHH ~ Fu-ck!” his licks on your clit started to get deeper and you felt your legs starting to tremble and shake, I guess Jaebum felt it too, so he used his spare hand to hold you up. His fingers curled inside you and he started to nibble and suck on your clit and you couldn’t stare at him any longer, your head rolled back in pleasure hitting the elevator wall and you moaned and groaned and cursed, lewd noises spilling from your mouth and if no one knew you two were stuck here, they probably know now…

Your hands tugged at his hair roughly, pushing his face further into you. You rolled your hips back and forth for more friction but he stopped you immediately, firmly placing his arm across you to keep you still on the wall when all you wanted to do was move. He nibbled and sucked at your clit roughly while his fingers continued their ministrations, curling and pumping in and out of you. His licks became long and his sucks rougher and the sounds coming from his tongue and his finger fucking filled up the elevator. He licked up and down your clit and you screamed in pleasure, the pleasure knot in your stomach starting to tighten and you couldn’t hold your orgasm much longer.

“Im– so close- Fuck!” Jaebum quickened his speed, his muscles tensing and going into overdrive as he pushed you towards your orgasm, but he decided to change it up, removing his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue as his thumb now roughly traced deep circles around your clit and you mewled in delight, his tongue licking around your entrance before sliding inside you, licking around your walls, pushing in and out of you and licking up and down, the feelings making you see stars, your breath started to get hitched and you were almost choking from barely being able to take a deep breath.  With a few more clean licks and rubs and tugs at your clit, your orgasm hit you like no other and you screamed his name over and over as your back arched off the wall, your body shaking as you orgasm ripped through your, your eyes clenched shut and your mouth wide open, not able to release a noise. Jaebum continued his actions as you rode out you high, and when you finally started to relax against him he removed his tongue and his fingers from you, licking his lips and his fingers as he lifted himself off the floor. You opened your eyes and he was staring down at you, a smirk planted across his face at your messy state.

As your breath started to become even again he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Ready for round 2 princess?” You didn’t have the strength to reply so you nodded weakly at him. Ready for a fuck you knew you were going to remember.

He placed his hands underneath your thighs before lifting you up, you cradled you legs around him as your arms held tightly around his neck, he left soft kisses to your breasts before aligning himself with your entrance and sliding into you, the feeling causing an immediate response to you as your head tilted back in a deep groan.

“Fuck you’re so tight and wet-” he groaned as he entered you to the brim, giving you only seconds to adjust to his length as he started slowly pulling all the way back out. You cursed under you breath as he slowly pulled in and out of you, setting a tormentingly slow pace and you just wanted more from him. Your hands tightly gripped the nape of his neck.
Jaebum continued his torments, pulling out all the way to the tip and then slamming back into you hard, filling you to the brim and deep throaty groans fell from your plump lips.

As he continued his slow but hard pace it was starting to get to much for you and you needed him to go faster, but the pleasure he was giving you was stopping you from formulating any kind of english word.

“please–UGH” was all you could muster out. Somehow he knew what you meant and started to increase his speed, slamming his dick in and out of you, the faster pace making your back scrape against the elevator wall. His hands grabbed your hips, lifting them up and down rapidly to match the movement of his thrusts and you knew you would have bruises on your hips tomorrow from his tight grip. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and you almost drew blood from digging so much.

“FUCK! Jaebum!” you writhed against him, his thrusts so powerful. He thrust harder and deeper and started to hit your g-spot every time and your body shook and trembled from his merciless thrusts.

“Keep moaning my name baby-” Jaebum’s face in front of you was scrunched up in concentration and pleasure from his thrusts, sweat running down his forward, his teeth clenched and his eyebrows furrowed together. You knew your face was just as sweaty as your hair stuck to your forehead. As his thrusts started to become more powerful by the second he sunk his head into the crook of your neck, biting down as he thrusted up into you, you could feel the pressure of his teeth in your neck and it just amplified your pleasure as you groaned his name again, over and over. With each passing thrust he hit you in all the right spots and your walls clenched around him making him curse under his breath.

You could feel scratches forming on your back from being shoved into the elevator wall with each of his thrusts but feeling was nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving you and you couldn’t care less. He removed his hands from your hip, placing them on your ass and lifting you higher to try and reach deeper in you, and he did, making you cry in pleasure, tears starting to form in your eyes as the knot in your stomach started to reappear, he squeezed and messaged your cheeks in his hands and his lips went back to your breasts, kissing and tugging on your nipples roughly.

“Fuck I’m so close!” you mewled in delight, your walls continued to clench around him and he increased his speed to get you closer to your high.

You removed one of your hands from his neck, your hand was in between the two of you, moving down to your core and you rubbed fast circles around your clit, moans and curses spilled from your mouth as you received pleasure from yourself and Jaebum.
“Fuck that’s so hot y/n” he said, seeing you pleasure yourself and seeing you face so concentrated on reaching your high turned him on so fucking much he almost reached his own then and there. You started to see stars and you orgasm was inches away, so you roughened your hands to match the rhythm of Jaebum’s powerful thrusts. Seconds later you felt your orgasm wash over your body and you screamed as your back arched off the wall, your other hand slamming onto the mirror of the elevator, leaving a nice big hand print in the steam. He continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high, leaving more marks on your breasts as his hands dug into your ass, squeezing tightly. All your muscles tensed as the pleasure came through your body, your whole body shaking, your chest heaved up and down rapidly and you soon started to relax from your high, removing your hand from your core and relaxing your back onto the wall. You took heavy breaths as you tried to re-catch your breath. When you finally relaxed, Jaebum dropped your feet back to the floor and you almost lost balance as your legs felt like jelly.

He removed himself from inside you, and you grabbed him, pushing him and shoving him into the wall as you dropped to your knees, immediately taking his length into your mouth, sucking around his tip as your hand rubbed and pumped the rest of his length.

“Fuck!” he groaned as his head tilted back to lean on the wall, his hands grabbing your hair, keeping a tight grip on it.

Your tongue lapped around his length, flat tonguing him from bottom to top, and releasing his dick with a lewd popping noise every time. You hollowed your cheeks around him when you sucked deeply. As you brought your mouth back up to hip tip, you licked around his tip. You could feel his dick pulsating and his hands started gripping your hair more tightly.

He started to thrust in and out of your mouth, the feeling of his going at the back of your throat making you gag on his dick, the vibrations from your mouth sending waves of pleasure through him. You rested your hands on his thighs for support, feeling them tense every time he fucked your mouth. You tried your best to keep up with his rhythm, licking around him best you could whenever he thrusted back into your mouth, but he chased his high and took control, he bragged all your hair into his hands, bobbing your head back and forth to match his thrusts.
He moaned repeatedly and numerous swears fell from his lips each second as he came closer to his high. You could feel his cock throbbing inside your lips and knew he was close.

The lewd sound of sex filled the elevator and you eyes teared from the intensity of him filling up your mouth. Your groans and gagging getting him close to his orgasm so you continued to moan against his dick, the vibrations running through his body, his face was scrunched up in pleasure and his head rolled back as he moaned your name.

“Fuck y/n!” he groaned as his orgasm crashed through him, his warm seed filling your mouth, spilling from your lips as he continued to thrust, riding out his high. His heavy breaths filled the room and his chest was going up and down at a fast rate as he was trying to catch his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his body started to relax. He let go of your hair and removed his dick from your mouth, he opened his eyes and looked at you as you swallowed his seed, licking around your mouth to taste him around your lips. When he finally relaxed he bent down and grabbed your arms, pulling you back up with him to lift your off the floor, he gave you a small kiss on the forehead as he moved aside to gather his clothes and re dress himself. Once he did he started to gather yours one at a time, your panties first. He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture as he slowly slid the panties back up your legs, he did the same with your jeans.

He grabbed your bra, letting you do that once yourself before placing your top back over your arms for it to rest on your body.

“Thank you” you said smiling up at him.

“You’re welcome” he replied as he pushed aside the hair on your face, tucking it behind your ear. You looked at the elevator mirror, no bodies could be seen through any of the steam besides where you had left your messy had prints.

A few short minutes past and then suddenly the elevator doors opened up and three men were outside the elevator.

“Are you guys okay!?” they asked with concern.

“About fucking time, do you know how hot it is in here??? How long we have been in here!?” Jaebum answered, his frustration evident.

As the youngest man looked around the elevator his eyes settled on the messy prints in the mirror.

“I guess you guys found a way to pass the time at least” you stared away, not wanting to look the man in the eye to confirm his accusation.

Jaebum grabbed your hand, rushing you to walk out of the elevator.

“Thank you for finally getting us out” you said as you both walked past. Ready for you and Jaebum to go you separate ways, but he walked you to your car, making sure you were safe before making your way home.

You entered your car and opened the window to say bye to him. You didn’t expect such a gentlemen like behaviour from him as he grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. As he was starting to turn away you rushed to speak.

“Wait!–” he cut you off before you could speak further.

“Don’t worry y/n, we will see each other again”. He smirked back up at you, before disappearing into the early morning, and as you made your way home, all you could think about is the next time you would see him, and you hoped it would be soon.



Masterlist <3

Other Jaebum: Limitless
                           I Missed you

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Prompt: Combination of Jason Todd imagine where reader used to be part of the league angst maybe? And Can you please do something with Jason x reader? (They’re boyfriend and girlfriend) Specifically something really fluffy like reader and Jason are partners on patrol and they help each other out during fights. They also have witty banter and flirt while fighting. After patrol, they are going back to the batcave and it’s really cute and romantic. I don’t know. Hopefully this works. We don’t get a lot of Jason fluff.

Requested by: ANON and bitch-jerk-assbut-idigits67


    “What is your deal with her?”

    Jason can only smirk as he ignores the question … again. Some things were private, and his relationship with you was at the top of that list. “Seriously Jay, is this a Selina and Bruce type romance?”

    That made Jason frown. You weren’t casual. You were a committed and loyal person. Of course, they had no way of knowing that. All they knew about you was your mask and the fact you showed up when anyone was in trouble. Well, that and the constant flirting.

    Removing the helmet, Jason ran his fingers through his hair before facing his brothers. Dick was in full swing big brother mode. Dick had made it clear that he was tired of losing people, that had led to him being more nosy than usual lately. It had also left him sounding like a mother hen.

    The rest of the family was curious, but they weren’t going as far as to demand answers. With nothing left to do, Jason did the only thing he could; he chucked the helmet at his brother and grinned in satisfaction when he caught it; it gave him just enough time to rush forward and sweep his feet out from under him.

    Leaving him on the floor, Jason made his escape. It didn’t take long to get home. The mere fact that you were waiting for him was enough to make him hurry. Sure enough, you were there.

You were lying on the couch dressed in your favorite sleep pants, and one of Jason’s shirts. He’s still dressed in his patrol uniform when he collapses on top of you. You giggle as he steals a few kisses.

You sweep his hair behind his ear before kissing him properly. “Welcome home.”

“It’s so good to be home. My brothers are annoying.”

“Especially when I’m trying to save them.”

He laughs, “Told you so.”

He links his fingers with yours. His thumb twirls the band on your ring finger. You’d been

a part of the League when Talia had brought Jason to the compound. You’d watched him come back to life, and had been part of the force to help restrain him in the early days.

    It had become apparent rather quickly that he calmed down around you. He had allowed you near him, to help him. Your bond had become solid and concrete within a year. And Ra’s had been consumed with it. Jason was one of the best, that was clear. He was strong, and fast, and he could endure.

    And after several years of being partners on the battlefield, you became partners in life. The two of you had been faithful to Ra’s, to the League. You’d been so grateful for the gift of each other, that you hadn’t questioned him. Until he derived a plan to destroy Gotham.

    Years of memories had come flooding back to Jason. It became clear what the two of you had to do in the days that followed. Jason had fled, and you’d remained as a spy. When the time had come you had foiled the League with the help of Jason’s family.

    You’d appeared a week later, dressed in a mask, and your own costume. Playing with Jason’s family had been too good of an opportunity to pass up. So you patrolled the streets of Gotham with Jason, and when he was busy with his family you did it alone.

    From time to time, you showed up when Jason’s family needed help. You pulled them out of sticky situations, flirted with your husband, and retreated home.

    Jason’s lips on your neck draw you out of your thoughts and you giggle, “We can’t.”

    “Why not?”

    You kiss his cheek, “Because there’s a little girl in there waiting for her daddy to check the closet for monsters.”

    His brow furrows, “She’s still awake?”

    You nod, “Oh yes. She wanted to see her daddy.”

    With a smile he heaves himself off the couch and you watch him disappear into her bedroom. A moment later you turn towards the window and smile, “Took you longer than usual.”

    “Grayson kept complaining about how you’re potentially dangerous.”

    “I’m lethal.”

    Damian snorts, “To everyone but Jason and Rosie.”

    You wave him away, “Go spoil your niece squirt.”

    “Technically she’s my cousin, Aunt Y/N.”

    You roll your eyes, “Be gone brat.”

    He shrugs and walks into your daughter’s room, settling back in with your book you listen to the sound of your daughter’s giggles and smile.

It’s sad to say that at one point in time you held a part of me close to your chest. You dug deep into my soft pink flesh yet you deny me comfort when I bleed. You make it clear that the space between my thighs is all you need. Silly of me to believe that we could still become more than the remnants of sweat covered bed sheets. Something worth living for. I wonder when I find my pretty, would you love me more? When the curve of my waist bends inward, will you want me more? Will I know you then anyway? Stop ignoring me, stop acting like I don’t exist. Something in me just can’t resist your warmth, in your hands I feel small, not as tall. weightless in your grip. Why can’t it just exist?
—  thethirdeyefelon, an excerpt from 11:47pm 5/4, when it all finally made sense.
Extracting Bismuth from Pepto Bismol!

So today I extracted bismuth from pepto bismol with the chemistry teacher and my partner for a project.  I have pictures explaining each step.  Enjoy!

So I went out and bought 180 pepto bismol pills (obviously not all of them are shown here).

Then we put them in a mortar…

…and ground them with a pestle:

When we were done grinding them we had a beautiful beaker of powdered Pepto Bismol.

Then we got to the fun part.

We dissolved the powder in a solution of six parts water and one part muriatic acid (also known as hydrochloric acid (HCl)).  While we were trying to dissolve it we got this (Ignore the NaOH it was on the flask originally and has nothing to do with this project):

You can see that we got a lot of foam. It even overflowed and we had to put it into separate flasks so we wouldn’t lose our work.  I found this to be hilarious.

I know the flask only shows a little bit of overflow but there was a lot more after! The end result of the dissolved pills was a foggy white solution with foam still present but the powder was dissolved.  Then we filtered it.

This type of filter was not sufficient enough so we switched to a coffee filter which was faster but it was still filtering slowly.  While the solution was being filtered the chemistry teacher was curious and wanted to know if the next step worked so he took some of the filtrate and put the aluminum foil in and it worked!

The black stuff that you see is the bismuth powder which formed as a result of the reaction between the aluminum and the filtrate! We filtered that too but it is not done yet but it probably will be done by tomorrow.  I will post an update if I can.  I hope you enjoyed this post as much as I enjoyed doing this experiment!

I think the reason Vilde has been acting really annoying this season and last season compared to 1 and 2 is because it’s from Isak and Sana’s eyes and they probably find her the most extra when compared to Eva and Noora. We spent a lot of time taking perspectives into consideration when we discussed Jonas or Noora throughout the seasons, and I think this is the same kind of situation with Vilde. In season 1, we were seeing her for the first time so she was a bit in our faces but we quickly warm up to her and love her like Eva. In season 2, we see through Noora’s perceptive eyes that she has an eating problem and needs help and we feel bad for her with the William situation because Noora feels guilty. And season 3, we see her as this rumor spreading little lady who only cares about kosegruppa and her buns, and we also see her as Magnus’s target of attraction. Eventually Isak warms up to her as well, but its at the very very end. It’s been very interesting to see Vilde through Sana’s eyes because shes been all MagnusMagnusMagnus so far. Whether she’s overcompensating for her hidden feelings for girls, or that this is the first proper boyfriend shes had and she wants to talk about him all the time, or she literally just loves sex and wants to talk about it, one thing we know for sure because of how we ourselves are feeling about her: Sana is finding her hella annoying.

Let’s talk about White Diamond

By now I think it’s blindingly obvious that our Pearl used to belong to White Diamond. Truthfully, I’d thought it was fairly straight forward since the moment we first saw the Diamonds way back when.  

Looking at Blue Diamond and her Pearl, they both have:

  • Long flowing skirts
  • Concealed eyes
  • Same gem placement

Then the Yellow team has:

  • Overly large shoulder pads
  • Similar hair styles
  • Same gem placement

So how does White Diamond compare to Pearl? Well:

  • We can’t really compare outfits, since Pearl clearly isn’t in uniform
  • Slicked back hair
  • Same gem placement

Another point to consider is that once White Diamond is properly introduced, she’s going to need a personal connection to the main cast, and that’s shaping up to be Pearl. Even if you ignore all of the evidence, it almost has to be Pearl by process of elimination since we know the least about her backstory. 

“But wait!” I’ve heard people say, “Pearl isn’t pure white! She has a variety of colors in her pallet!”

… Okay, and? Seeing as how she rebelled against her owner, I don’t see how that proves anything. 

Anyway, why is all this important now?

Because they are very deliberately not saying who Pearl used to belong to. This has been a consistent part of SU’s storytelling. In fact, it’s the very thing that Steven was railing against in the last episode. If the characters (or the writers, however you want to think of it) aren’t ready to bring up a topic, they just kind of avoid talking about it, and to date, White Diamond’s name still hasn’t been spoken aloud on the show.

I’m going to say that again. Despite some hints that she is the Supreme Leader of all gemkind, nobody has said the words ‘White Diamond’.

At this point, I have to wonder if they’re saving White Diamond in case the show gets renewed. As it stands, there’s only about a season and a half worth of show left, and there are still a lot of existing plot threads to tie up without getting into new ones. White Diamond’s name getting dropped could very well be a sign that the show is moving into it’s endgame. 

Wrong Loves My Company Finale

A/N: THIS IS 7000 WORDS LONG, WTH! Hi babes, I know this took far too long but it’s here now. I was actually crying earlier thinking about how this is the ending, the final chapter, the last part. Thus far this is my favorite fic I have written. I wanted to thank @writing-obrien for helping me soooo much with this series. She’s always there when I need to bounce around ideas or get motivated or just talk. She is my best friend and I love her and this series would be nothing without her. I also wanted to thank everyone that has read this and loved it! I’m so grateful for you ! I think that all I have to say so thank you so much, I love you so much okay? bye !

Warning: Uhhhhh it wouldn’t be an ending without some smut right? There’s also so alcohol use so yeah.

Word Count: 7867

Parts 1-6: [Here]

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anonymous asked:

oh and do u think that dean/cas could be interpreted as brotherly affection? its a complex question cos cas doesnt really know what (human) family is and dean has only really had sam as a long term family member (excluding bobby + we dont talk about adam lmao)

Dean and Cas: 

A brother/buddy or a romantic relationship?

I just literally just had this conversation with @godshipsit & @floralmotif today :)

So, according to Truby’s Character Technique we have a difference between a romance and a buddy story which are the 2 relationships he talks about (I take brothers as buddies as the key is the romance part and, just, no) that I will summarise here (full details follow the link):

1. Love story: The central concept of love stories is quite profound. Love stories say that a person does not become a true individual by being alone. A person becomes a unique and authentic individual only by entering into a community of two. It is through the love of the other that each person grows and becomes his or her deepest self.

(PS IM DYING AT THE USE OF THE WORD PROFOUND. I CANNOT FLAIL ANYMORE. IM DEAD).

2. Buddy story: The buddy strategy allows you essentially to cut the hero into two parts, showing two different approaches to life and two sets of talents. These two characters are “married” into a team in such a way that the audience can see their differences but also see how these differences actually help them work well together, so that the whole becomes greater than the sum of the parts. As in the love story, one of the buddies should be more central than the other. The buddy is a kind of double of the hero, similar in important ways but also different. 

These are quite similar but there is a clear line between the two:

The community of two: It is through the love of the other that each person grows and becomes his or her deepest selfThey have a deep, profound impact on the CORE CHARACTERISTICS of the other, not one or two top level changes / improvements to their character but it goes deep, to the CORE of what we characterise them as.

Note how relevant this difference between the romantic v brotherly/buddy relationship is to Sam/Dean who are kind of a weird amalgamation between the two for narrative reasons of this show, but remember that the endgame for Sam and Dean is different, they want different things (I could bang on about this for hours, but it’s canon, it’s repeatedly and consistently referenced on both sides through the years to hammer the point home) therefore their endgames are in fact to END the codependency and have a happy healthy relationship apart from each other, or at least, not on top of each other and not codependent. 

Thus they can’t enter a community of two and become their deepest selves together, which makes perfect sense because they haven’t yet done it in 12 years of being together, precicely because they’re both holding each other back (see every time Sam tries to get out of hunting and Dean drags him back in, see every time Dean gets close to Cas and looks warily at Sam before no-homo-ing his way out etc etc etc).


So, you must detail the needs of both characters at the beginning of the story…

~ Dean doesn’t have faith in God, Angels or himself 

~ Cas is a soldier and Angel of the Lord with authority issues, used as a soldier but he canonically just wants to help and save people when given the chance

~ Dean has abandonment issues 

~ Cas wants somewhere to belong

- Dean has codependency issues with his brother and sexuality / various character repression issues from his childhood

~ God makes Dean pancakes and has faith in Dean because Dean is the ‘firewall between Light and Darkness’, Dean represents Free Will and Humanity, Dean and Cas came to Chuck and Cas told him ‘we’re making up as we go’, because Dean taught him Free Will (the circle is complete, it completes me *satisfied face*). 

~ Dean starts to believe in himself and has faith in/textually prays to Cas 

~ Cas rebels and does it, all of it, for Dean  

~ Cas ignores God and has faith in Dean 

~ Cas always comes back to Dean

~ Cas knows he belongs with Dean and Sam (they’re his family). He becomes part of TFW: hunting things, saving people, the family business.

~ I also believe Dean’s codependency issues and repression issues are being addressed this season, these are more relevant to Mary though, but they absolutely are relevant to Cas and I really do see him coming into play around the sexuality issue of course but also as Cas is canonically supportive of Dean in his lowest moments and Dean opens to him more than anyone, see the Gadreel torture scene, the burger date etc etc (and Crowley to a point, who is a Cas mirror).

In conclusion, Dean and Cas are canonically central to each other’s CORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT and their endgames are INTERLINKED.

Originally posted by damon-in-rococo


I Feel Bad For SKAM Girls

It’s just my opinion but

While some of the characters had a real glow-up and were shown as a complex characters ( the best example is Isak obviously), the most part of Girls Squad was…well, destroyed.

1. Eva

First season: girl with issues and her own opinion. Amazing plot line about girls’ friendship and challenges of the first romantic relationships.

Next seasons: parties, alcohol, hook ups. and yep, this is it

2. Noora

My greatest dissapointment, tbh

First season: person with strong beliefs. She defends girls, doesn’t accept internalized misogyny, tries to talk some sense into Vilde, saves Eva from loneliness etc. I swear she was my fav, i fucking wanted to be like her. But then season 2 happened & everything has gone to Hell™

Next seasons: okay, we’ve seen some of Noora’s old version in season 2. She helped Vilde with her eating disorder, couldn’t stand William’s violence etc.
BUT
that season’s ruined Noora. In S3 & S4 we saw broken girl who can’t let go her failed relationships, snaps at her best friend because of the ex-boyfriend & makes out with a guy she barely knows just to feel better. Her entire character in S3 and S4 is based on boys issues. I mean it is a funeral of all ideas of season 1

3. Vilde

I’m not going to compare S1 Vilde and S4 Vilde because you know what? She hasn’t changed. At all. Nope.
She had several moments after which we thought - okay, she is not a lost cause. She will be better person sooner or later.

But in S4 we see the same ignorant, islamophobic girl with no sensitivity. I don’t know what should happen in 5 last episodes to rehabilitate her character. i still has some hopes though

Maybe it is a part of Skam’s realism - not everyone will learn their lesson in the end, but i’m still kind of sad about it

4. Chris

Chris was always like a background while she is one of the kindest, funniest and open-minded characters in this show. We don’t know shit about Chris. And i suppose we’ll never know her better.

We’ll remeber her as a girl who tried to seduce Isak with a spoon, who is always up for parties & has dated a guy from her cabin whose name was Kasper. She’s studying German & has a beer-guy’s number. She is probably the first Sana’s friend in Nissen, but she has a bare minimum in Sana’s season.

I’m eternally grateful for Isak’s story in S3, for Eva’s story in S1, but i just don’t understand why Julie did all that to Girls Squad

(gifs by skameditsskamgifillsaveyouback, morganalefaysmorethanoneshow)

Bat-Aunt: Part 3

Prompt:  An universe where Bruce wasn’t left all alone. See the changes a younger Wayne sister makes for a Bruce Wayne with something left to fight for.

AN: I struggled a bit with this chapter but I love how it turned out!!!

Words: 2320

Part 1, Part 2


You do your best to try and ignore the vibrating phone on the table and focus on the presentation at hand. ‘Try’ being the key word. You’re so distracted by the sound, that you don’t even realize the presenter has stopped and everyone is staring at you, until Lucius clears his throat. He gives you a small smile, and you cross your arms over your chest, “If I pick up the phone, I won’t be coming back to this meeting, and we all know it.”

    You’re met with several little smiles from the board members, “Who is it this time?” One of them asks. You think his name is Katsuki.

    You shrug, “It’s been a mixture of both my brother and my nephew.”

    “Could be an emergency.”

    You scoff and roll your eyes, “The last emergency they had was when Alfred was out shopping, and Richard couldn’t find his socks. I am not their keeper, and I am certainly not their mother. I am trying to run a multi-billion dollar company, I do not have time to list off random places things might be.”

    The room of men continues to stare at you for several seconds, as a brand new round of buzzing starts up. With a growl, you finally pick up the phone, and simply say, “What do you want?”

    “Secure channel, 6978.”

    It takes everything you have to not go stiff as a board. Instead, you keep your body relaxed, cover the receiver of the phone, and simply say, “Gentlemen I’ll get the notes from Mr. Fox. It seems to be a bit more serious than socks.”

    There’s several chuckles, as you force yourself to walk out of the room.The minute the door closes you sprint. You pull the complicated heels off and you run. You stop by your office just long enough to grab your bag, and tell your assistant you’ll be out for the rest of the day and the next.

    The entire time, the phone remains in your hand. Only once you’re safely in your car, do you enter the code into your phone and respond, “Channel 6978 is secure. Go on Robin.”

    “Batman is down. He’s hurt bad and in surgery. J’onn is operating.”

    You take a deep breath, “All right, I’m on my way back to the house. Where are you, the cave or the station?”

    “Station.”

    You bite back a curse. If they were at the station, then it was bad. “I’ll see you soon.”

    “What?”

    “I’m coming up there.”

    “I don’t think Batman would like that.”

    You roll your eyes, “That’s Batman’s problem, he doesn’t think.”

    The next time Robin speaks it’s a bit lighter, “Some would say he thinks too much.”

    “Good thing you and I know the truth.”

    “See you soon, aunt Y/N.”

    You pull into the driveway in front of the Manner, leaving tracks in your wake. You pass through the door, and throw your shoes and bag to the side. You full-on run to the clock, before hurrying to the cave.

    Alfred is there and waiting for you. His face is grim, “The zeta-tubes are ready Ms. Y/N.”

    You nod, “Are you coming?”

    Your surrogate father shakes his head, “I’ll hold the fort down here. Take good care of your brother.” You nod, before moving through the machine.

    It doesn’t feel very different at first. You’d imagine that space would feel more weightless. But you don’t, instead you feel as though you’re vibrating somewhat. It takes you a minute to regain yourself before, you see him.

    Despite having watched the boy grow several inches over the past two years, in this moment Richard Grayson looks small. He looks like the child he is, instead of the hero that is typically on the surface.

    You open your arms, and your nephew runs into them. He’s too big for you to pick up, but you squeeze him tight. You don’t bother promising useless things; the boy had watched his parents die at age eight, and he’d been fighting crime ever since. He knows that life isn’t fair.

    You don’t let go until he does. When he steps back, he gives you a big smile, and offers your his hand. He takes it, and leads you towards the med-bay. You’ve done your best to stay out of this little club; to allow your brother and nephew to spend time with their fellow weirdos in tights.

    You’d spent the better part of the past two years running the computers, as well as Wayne Enterprises. As far as these people were concerned Batman was a cold-blooded superhero run by logic.

    If only they knew the truth. Your brother was run by family. Since Richard had come into your lives your brother had flourished. Instead of spending weekends out at parties with supermodels, he now spent them coaching Richard’s scholastic bowl team, or going to baseball games. Things like that. The biggest plus of all, was that you had stopped running into his gold diggers in the morning.

    Alfred had made that perfectly clear. If there was a child in the house, there were no casual flings brought in. You were fine with that. Your life consisted of work, and “after hours” work. You’d abandoned any chance at a social life, when your brother had come back after years away; with an insane idea that you had foolishly supported.

You pause as you enter the hallway outside the med bay. You’re a bit surprised to find it empty. “The league is in a meeting. They asked me to let them know when you got here.”

You give a silent nod, and watch as your nephew runs off. For a minute you can’t believe it’s already been two years. Most of the time it seems as though Richard had been there the entire time.

Letting out a long breath you slump down against the wall. All at once everything seems to catch up to you; the stress, the lack of sleep, the meetings, how much your feet hurt …and then you realize you’re not wearing any shoes. You had left them in the hallway at Wayne Enterprises.

You let out a laugh that could only be described as crazy. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you never hear him approach. So, when that hand lands on your shoulder, you let out a shrill scream and throw a punch into what has to be solid granite.

You let out a stream of expletives that Alfred would have grounded you for, even now. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Through the pain you grit out the word, “Startle.”

The man’s brow bunches together, “I’m sorry?”

You bit out your next words, “You didn’t scare me, you startled me.”

    When he smiles at you, you consider trying the punch again, but your hand hurts too much, “Either way, we should probably set that. It’s broken.”

    “And you know that how?”

    That go lucky grin stays in place as he simply says, “X-ray vision.”

    And just like that, your brother’s rants about Superman start to make sense. If the rest of his ramblings end up being true, you’re going to make him wish he had never gotten hurt. A bit reluctantly you follow him to the med bay, and sit down while he goes around collecting supplies. His cape swishes back and forth as he walks.

    He smiles as he starts the process of setting and casting your arm, “Your pout is the same.” You stare at him, and he clarifies, “You and Bruce, your pout is the same.”

“I’m a grown ass woman, I do not pout.”

“Weird, your brother says the same thing.”

You scowl. “So, where did you learn how to do this?”

“A combination of x-ray vision, some medical training from J’onn, and a necessity from the job.”  

You don’t say another word. You wait until he’s done and slide off the table. Without another word you walk back into the hallway, and take a seat on the bench. You stare at the cast and try to think up an explanation for the public.

Not for the first time you wish you were Bruce. Wish you had the ability to disappear for a month without anyone caring. But you don’t have that luxury. You’re the face of Wayne Enterprises and the family. Bruce stayed as far from the spotlight as was humanly possible, and you could understand that.

He’s been in it for his entire childhood. He’d shielded you from it, and now it was your turn to do the same for him.

“Well, well, well. Y/N Wayne as I live and breathe.”

You smile at the sound of the voice, and stand up to open your arms; Zatanna walks into your embrace without a second thought. She hugs you close and you value the contact. “Hi there Zee.”

“How’s my favorite Wayne Brat.”

You pull back, “Exhausted.”

“And apparently broken,” she says laying a hand on your new cast.

You roll your eyes, “I had a run in with a man of steel.”

Clark comes out a moment later and says, “I startled her.”

Zee just smiles, “Has anyone told you anything?”

You shrug, “You know me, I don’t ask questions I don’t want answers to.”

Her smile turns sympathetic, “Sometimes those questions still need to be asked.” You nod, and she continues, “It’s some sort of poison. Off world. J’onn was able to identify it, and he’s in the process of removing it. It’s no longer life threatening, but he’ll be down for a few days.”

You nod, “Great, I’ll get Alfred up here to keep him down.”

“I thought maybe you could do that. He listens to you.”

Your eyes go wide, “Sure he does, just like a puppy who peed on the carpet.”

Zee just smiles as an alarm goes off, “Just do me a favor and try, I have to go.”

You wave your hand, “Go on, I know the drill. Time to save the world.”

She shoots you one last smile before running down the hallway. Superman watches her go before giving you a smile and saying, “It was very nice to meet you Miss Wayne.”

You smirk, “Remember Supes, even steel can bend..”

He shoots you a smile before leaving.

You sink back down on to the bench and wait. Eventually, Richard finds his way back to you, and within no time he’s fast asleep, his head lying your lap. You rest your non casted hand on the top of his head, and take comfort in his steady breathing.

You’re about ready to pass out yourself, when a coffee cup appears in front of your face. “Figured you could use a jolt.”

You blink a few times at the new man in front of you, and it takes a moment for you to make the connection, “Flash?”

He smiles, and sits down next to you, “It’s Barry actually. Barry Allen.” You take the cup from him, and take a long sip of coffee. You relish the warmth.

“Where’s everyone else? I thought there was some sort of emergency.”

“There was. A volcano eruption. They’ve already managed to evacuate the citizens, now they’re just trying to relieve the pressure. I was stuck in Central City with a metahuman emergency, and by the time I finished they didn’t really need me anymore, so I volunteered to come up here; monitor the tower, and check on your brother.”

You give a small smile, “I haven’t heard anything, and J’onn hasn’t come out yet. I think he’s still trying to remove the poison.”

“A scary situation.”

“We’re currently in a space station that’s orbiting Earth. My brother is in surgery to remove an alien poison, because he feels the need to shoulder the weight of the world on his shoulders. Meanwhile, I run a multi-billion dollar company, haven’t slept in three days, and to make life even more complicated I have to find some way to keep him resting for the next week, while the streets of Gotham go unprotected. Which means people will die.”

By the end of your rant you’re breathing a bit heavily, but the smile is still on Barry’s face, “Sounds like your brother isn’t the only one carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

You take a deep breath, “What I do isn’t anything compared to what he does.”

“You know when ever Bats is in a particularly bad mood, Zatanna or Robin brings you

up. It’ll be just a simple question, but he can’t resist answering. He always gets this really proud look on his face. It’s really amazing to see.”

    You take a deep breath and still, as Richard readjusts. Once he’s settled, you say, “Bruce was there for most of my childhood. He did everything he could to protect me, and keep me safe. I didn’t really understand how our life was so different.

    We were so blessed, we had everything we could ever want. And we had Alfred. Alfred is basically my dad. I never knew my parents. Still there’s this bit of a void there, I don’t like thinking about how much worse that void would be if my brother were to …”

    Barry is silent for a moment before saying, “I think that’s the amazing thing about life. We make these connections, these bonds that mean the world to us. We can’t imagine things being different until suddenly they are. Then we have to adjust and sometimes we have to rebuild, but the important thing to remember, is that to rebuild we need a solid foundation. And the best foundation we can have, is the love and support of those we love and who love us.”

    You stare at him for a moment before smiling, “You’re very insightful Mr. Allen.”

    Neither of you says a word, and slowly your eyes close, and you’re out within minutes.

5x22 Drabble

Okay so I don’t normally do this, but this has been flooding my brain since I read the 5x22 synopsis. This is my take on what should happen in 5x22 during the party. I really hope you like it xxx

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After catching Chase Oliver seemed a bit more relaxed, in his own Oliver kind of way, but she figured that after all the terrible things they all had suffered this past year, having something cheerful and positive to celebrate was just what they needed as a team. Oliver’s birthday seemed to be the perfect excuse and if she was really honest with herself she also wanted to do something special for him.

Turns out that arranging a surprise party for someone whose second name could have been Sherlock proved to be trickier than she initially figured. Since she and Oliver were in a much better place with their relationship, him looking over her shoulder happened more frequently, which made planning everything with him in the room almost impossible. Luckily with the help of some very bad people, being on the loose thanks to Chase, and Curtis next to her to help out whenever they were in the field, the party was arranged in no time and all she could hope for was that until they yell “surprise” he wouldn’t figure out what was going on.

The plan was in motion. Thea was in charge of setting up the decorations, Curtis was on ‘cake-pick-up’ duty and everyone else was helping to get all the final touches in place. All that was needed was the birthday boy and she hoped that her cryptic text wasn’t going to blow up in her face.

The tracker on his phone notified her he was heading their way. They put off the lights and kept quiet, listening to his footsteps as he headed for the front door. He opened the door stepping inside and just when they were ready with their “surprise” he spotted Curtis in the corner of his eye and put him down on the floor ready to punch the hell out of him.

He looked up at everyone standing around him and that’s when he saw the banner ‘Happy Birthday Oliver. He let Curtis go and she could swear she saw a bit of a blush on his cheeks when Quentin not so subtly made known that he told them a surprise party was a bad idea.

Everyone laughed it off and in a moment everything was forgotten and all anyone could concentrate on was the food and champagne.

Laughter and smiles was something they didn’t often get to see with this specific group of people. The change in pace was welcome as she looked around the room inspecting the people that have become her family, some old and some new, but they were her real family none the less.

She missed the face she really wanted to see in the room, but then she spotted him. He was standing out on the balcony. She always thought of the balcony as ‘their spot’. Even when they were not together she went out there alone or to meet Oliver when he conveniently ‘forgot’ the loft had a front door.

Familiar butterflies formed in her stomach the closer she got to the balcony. He was leaning over the railing, looking over the twinkling lights of the city. The memories of a simpler time flooded her mind, but things were different now. So much had happened between them.

“I’ve been looking for you.” she said stepping outside, but he kept his eyes fixed on the view in front of him. The corner of his mouth twitched up, giving a small smile at the sound of her voice.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just…I needed some air.” he answered, his voice low.

She stopped next to him, placing her hands on the railing. She looked out in front of him admiring the view, but trying to get her breathing under control. Ever since they got trapped in the bunker something shifted between them. Things between them were lighter, easy again like it was before and even though it was hard to fight their attraction since their little ‘slip up’, it was even harder to fight the sexual tension now.

“Was it too much too soon? I’m sorry I didn’t even think that it might have been too overwhelm…”

“No…it’s perfect.” he cut her off, looking at her for the first time since they were alone. The heat of his hand linked with hers immediately filled her whole body and she had to fight the urge to kiss him right then. “Thank you for this. I…this was so thoughtful and I lo…I really appreciate it.” he added as he looked at her, swallowing thickly for what she can only assume was almost a slip of the tongue. He didn’t keep her gaze for long when he turned and looked back over the city, but his hand remained linked to hers.

“So what’s up then? Is there something wrong?” she asked cautiously. She didn’t want to risk pushing him into telling her something that might push them back to a place where they were distant again.

“For almost a decade I either didn’t know when my birthday was or it just didn’t feel like celebrating, with the exception of course when we were on the road trip and you went out of your way with the sparkles and ice cream….” he chuckled shaking his head.

“Yeah, that was an interesting experience.” she laughed too, blush forming on her cheeks as she thought back to their time away.

“But even then…let’s just say that to me celebrating my birthday was celebrating my life and looking back at my life there was just nothing worth celebrating…I wasn’t worth celebrating.”

“Oliver…” she started, placing her hand on his arm, looking at him, getting herself ready for another pep talk, but he didn’t give her a chance.

“For ten years Felicity I have looked at myself in the mirror. I have looked at the man I am and every time I look at myself every scar, everything that I’ve done is reflected back at me in that mirror and that was a reflection of someone who didn’t deserve a birthday cake or candles or a song, it was the reflection of a damaged, broken man.”

He looked sad, but there was something different in the way he looked at her right now.

“I was so convinced after all these years that I wasn’t worthy and you were right, I kept on hanging on to the past, I kept on reverting back to who I was because I thought that I had to live up to my father’s legacy, I had to right his wrongs, but after everything that happened with my father recently, I realised you were right again…”

“Shocker.” she teased lightly bumping him with her shoulder and the sadness in his eyes changed into something lighter.

“I know I made mistakes, but I know that I can’t continue to hold on to a legacy that’s not mine. I have to be my own man and create a life where I can leave a legacy for William….and hopefully more children to come.”

“I promised you that I would never lie to you again and I know that right now might not be the right time to say anything, but I can’t keep this from you any longer. I’ve made mistakes Felicity and I can’t promise you that I will never make mistakes again, but I’m trying every day to make a choice to be me, to discover who I am….and who I want to be. Felicity I love you and that’s never changed. I tried moving on, I tried seeing where other paths would lead me but every path I’ve taken has led me right back to you.”

She sucked in a breath hearing the words. Her heart swelled with so much love and emotion she had for this man standing in front of her.

“I told you before that the way you make me feel is the best part of my life, Felicity and I meant it then and I mean it now. I don’t know where you are right now where we are concerned and I need you to know that me saying this is in no way pressuring you to act on it, but if I’m going to be honest with myself and honest with you I can’t keep running circles around my feelings for you….”

She leaned up and pressed her lips against his, swallowing whatever words were supposed to come next. It was gentle at first, but after almost a year of ignoring what was between them, he responded immediately and he deepened the kiss. His tongue begging for entrance and she opened up for him in an instant. She draped her arms around his neck and in kind he pulled her closer to him wrapping his arms around her waist. Their closeness and tasting each other after so long just fuelled the fire that’s been simmering inside of them, but she knew they were not alone and even though she would love nothing more than to get lost in each other right now, they had to stop.

She slowed the kiss, and he understood exactly where she was going. He pecked her lips a few times and ended with their lips lingering, breathing the same air as they tried to find their footing back to reality.

“I love you too.” she whispered, looking up into his eyes opening slowly after hearing the words.

Curtis was right. Even after everything they’ve gone through one thing hasn’t changed and that was the way that he looked at her. His eyes were flooded with so much love and even though she knew there were going to be challenges in their future, she wanted him to look at her like that for the rest of her life.

“What do you say you get these people out of here then, so I can ravage you.” he said with a smirk on his face.

She immediately left their cocoon and stepped inside the loft.

“Okay everyone!” she announced, “thank you for coming, but this party is over.”

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Originally posted by jonesinforbones

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2724

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST (self-image issues, insecurity, self-loathing), brief description of injury, swearing

A/N:  I’ve been feeling not so hot for the past few days so I thought writing about it would help things out. This fic is intensely personal to me, so I hope you guys enjoy it. 

More than anything you were glad your quarters didn’t have a mirror outside the bathroom. You weren’t sure you could handle looking at yourself right now, especially not in the skin-tight uniform top and the short skirt that came with it. You’d convinced Scotty a long time ago to let you wear coveralls instead, but the Captain had called you up to the bridge for briefing on an away mission, and you hadn’t been able to convince him to let you keep the coveralls on. Normally, you’d just pop on a pair of tights underneath and call it a day, but your last pair had torn where your thighs rubbed together and you hadn’t gotten around to fixing them yet.

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anonymous asked:

you say fuck you to the man who is very important person in Gillian life. So, no one can insult David, bc he is your idol and bc Gillian loves him but YOU can say those things about another person. THIS is hypocrisy. Something that wants me to leave this fucking fandom never look back. Gillian says about kindness in her book but X-Files fans on tumblr cannot stop hate everything and everyone from x files but Mulder and Scully. And that is very sad and pathetic.

Look Anon,

I’ll be forever grateful to Chris Carter for creating this show, its characters and fighting for Gillian at the beginning. 

BUT

I don’t know about you, I’ve been an X-Phile since 1994 and Chris Carter dragged us through hell and back many times. He keeps pushing his own agenda, not listening to anyone and enjoys torturing the fandom. He is ignorant and awkward.

  •  He doesn’t believe in Show Bible –> The show is full of discrepancies
  • He doesn’t believe in love –> Our OTP is the most fucked up OTP in the history of fandoms
  • He doesn’t understand emotions, human interactions–> *insert Babylon dialogue here*
  • The whole plot for Babylon is one of the worst things that has ever happened on The X-files
  • He thinks that showing important nuances in MSR is gonna ruin his show
  • He killed CSM four times, but can’t get rid of him
  • He easily got rid of the Lone Gunmen
  • The whole Diana Fowley plot - her being used for the only and sole purpose of rivalry and jealousy. As this is the only thing women do…
  • Season 10 Monica Reyes character assassination
  • He finished Season 10 on a cliffhanger without having any idea of how it will continue 
  • Scully’s been kidnapped, medically raped, abducted, nearly killed. She lost her father, her sister, her mother. She buried Emily and Mulder. She survived cancer and an alien virus.
  • Mulder is afraid of fire, colour blind and got some weird brain disease. None of these is consistent or can be explained in long term. 
  • Mulder lost his father, his Mum committed suicide, his sister was kidnapped, abused. He got injected with black oil, tortured many times and abducted by aliens. He’s been buried, brought back to life, had PTSD. 
  • Scully gave birth at the end of the world without Mulder being there.
  • Mulder and Scully had three!! - so let me say this again, THREE - days together as a family, and Mulder had to leave. The love of her life had to leave and go into hiding to save his family.
  • AND IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING CAUSE SCULLY HAD TO GIVE UP THEIR LOVE&MIRACLE CHILD. SHE HAD TO MAKE THIS DECISION ALONE!!!
  • Scully had to live through again the fact that Mulder is getting killed by lethal injection before they came up with a plan to run away.
  • They had to leave everything behind and with all this baggage try to find the meaning of life and the love for each other. AGAIN.
  • But then in IWTB Chris Carter has to break them up again, ‘cause Scully asked Mulder to take the case. He took it, and that was the last straw. She does not need this darkness in her life so she leaves.
  • And in Season 10 they are estranged cause clearly a couple who lived all of this through and suffered so much and lost everything, they just break up.
  • FOR A REASON THAT IS NOT EXPLAINED.

Also, the reviews of Season 10  were very bad to all episode being written and directed by Chris Carter. Do you know what he said? 

First, people who support MSR is a small part of the fandom, that we are ignorant and it’s not his fault that the reviews are bad. It’s the fault of the critics cause they don’t understand the essence of The X-files. *obv paraphrasing but you got the idea*

So excuse me if from time to time my head explodes and I dare to say FUCK YOU CHRIS CARTER. If he would listen or improve or stick with the executive producer role, I would be fine. But being a fan doesn’t mean that I can’t criticise from time to time. I can criticise and I will ‘cause honestly, who writes dialogues like this?

O'MALLEY: Tell them about your DNA, Sveta.

SVETA: I have alien DNA. For sure.

SCULLY: Have you had a doctor confirm that?

SVETA: No.

Also who has Gillian Anderson & David Duchovny and not use their chemistry nor writes them proper dialogues, let their talents shine when given the chance?! (Season 10)

I WILL LOVE THE X-FILES TILL THE END OF MY LIFE BUT IT HAS ITS FLAWS AND ONE OF THEM IS CHRIS CARTER.

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Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) slides out of her booth at Pop’s and heads for the door, tired of yet another one of Reggie’s attempts of pursuing her. 

“Hey wait up!” he calls, rushing out of his seat to follow her. (Y/N) had made it out of the diner and Reggie had to jog a few steps to catch up with her. “Please,” he says, reaching out to gently grasp her arm.

She releases a frustrated groan and yanks her arm out of his grip. She stops walking and turns to face him. “What?” she demands, crossing her arms over her chest.

Reggie seemed lost for words, shaking her head (Y/N) goes to turn until she finally hears him speak. “I just want to talk.” Slowly, (Y/N) lets out a breath and lifts a hand, motioning him to continue. “I don’t really know how to do this,” he tells her.

She raises an eyebrow, “You think?” she questions.

Thinking back over the past month, (Y/N) could recall at least a dozen instances where Reggie had tried to gain her attention that had gone horribly wrong. 

When he first began to try and win her over, he approached her at school, his friends behind him, and in front of everyone-publicly declared his intentions. Everyone who knows (Y/N) understands her lack of anticipation to be in the limelight and this stunt he pulled caused a lot of unwanted attention. 

Reggie attempted to impress her on the football field-but his actions caused a number of injuries to those from the other team. And while, of course she had school spirit and was happy the Bulldogs won-she hated seeing people get hurt.

That’s why when her friend Betty had told her about the playbook she found and that Reggie was in it-she was beyond mad. (Y/N) can’t stand it when someone plays with another’s feelings-especially when it is extremely clear how wrong the actions are in the first place. 

Reggie managed to cross yet another line when (Y/N) found Jughead as a target-yet again-to the football team. While he may not have said anything himself to ridicule her friend, it was the fact that he had just stood there and laughed with the others while Jughead was being humiliated.

Reggie had his moments, (Y/N) knew that. He could be kind and compassionate, honest and affectionate. 

He was always sweet to her-had never uttered a bad word to or about her. Whenever they were together, he always ensured she saw warm enough or comfortable enough or had had enough to eat that day. 

But it’s not enough.

(Y/N) couldn’t tolerate his-anyone’s-idle standing by when people were being hurt and teased-let alone his occasional involvement. These actions went against a lot of her principles and she wouldn’t let herself get involved with someone who so openly had such little respect for other people.

“Look,” Reggie sighs, “I really, really like you,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do.”

(Y/N)’s expression softens and her arms drop, “Reg,” she groans.

“I know you like me too, okay? I just don’t understand why you keep pushing me away?”

(Y/N) ignores his comment, “You haven’t figured it out by now?” she laughs. 

“Would I be chasing after you like a mad man and standing out here in the cold if I had?” he demands.

“We see things differently,” she tells him, “and whether I like you or not. I can’t accept certain…parts of you.” Hurt flashes across his face and (Y/N) felt her chest tighten. “I’m sorry…but I can’t change what I think. I’ve always had strong opinions and I’m sorry.”

Reggie shakes his head, “I should be apologising. Not you.”

“I would never ask you to-”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I know you wouldn’t.”

“Reggie…”

“No,” he says, “please don’t. I should get going,” he smiles, (Y/N) knew instantly it was fake. “I’ll see you around.”

He takes a few steps back before turning around, starting to walk away. “Reggie?” she calls after him. 

He stops in his tracks, turns his head so he could see her, “Yeah?”

The words were caught in her throat, “I-” she stops herself. “Goodnight,” she whispers.

He nods his head, “Goodnight, (Y/N).”


(Y/N) felt worse now than she could ever remember. She felt guilty for how she treated Reggie and she wished she could take it all back. 

“What’s up with you?” a voice says from behind her, moving to sit on the seat next to her.

She looks up at the person beside her and offers him a small smile, “Nothing,” she says. Archie gives her a pointed look and she felt her smile fall. “I think I made a huge mistake last night,” she admits. 

“With Reggie?” he asks, knowingly. (Y/N) didn’t bother asking how he knew, she only nodded. “Talk to him.”

“I can’t face him. Not after what I said.”

“He’ll forgive you,” Archie tells her. “He’s practically in love with you, (Y/N).”

She remains silent, “I don’t deserve his forgiveness,” she argues. “I think I was cruel.”

“We all say things we don’t mean,” Archie says, leaning back in his seat. “Believe me,” he scoffs.

“I understand that…but I think I hurt him. And I hate that I did that. You know how I feel about people hurting others-and I went and did just that.” (Y/N) could feel tears pool in her eyes. “I feel so guilty.”

Archie wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side. “Stop worrying so much. I’m sure Reggie will understand.”

“Understand what? That I’m a horrible person?”

Archie snorts, “You’re the least horrible person I have ever met.”

“I want to make it up to him,” (Y/N) says, nodding her head in agreement with her own words.

“The go find him.”

“Now?” she questions, pulling away from Archie’s hold. He only nods in reply. “Now,” she whispers. (Y/N) stands, letting Archie’s arm fall. “I’ll go find him now,” she smiles, “and I’ll apologise.”

(Y/N) wanders around the school, checking the halls and the oval until she finally found him in the student lounge. He was sat on the couch surrounded by his friends. 

She enters the room slowly and spends a moment to take him in. He was laughing at something that someone must have said, looking as carefree and happy as (Y/N) had grown used to. 

When his eyes find her, his expression falters. His brow furrows as he realises she’s across the room. He stands on his feet, momentarily forgetting his friends. “Are you okay?” he asks softly when he approaches her.

(Y/N) takes his hand, much to his surprise, and leads him out to the hallway. “I have to apologise.”

Reggie shakes his head, “You really don’t. You were right.”

“No,” she insists, tightening her hold on his hand, “I wasn’t. I was rude and I hurt you. And I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologising.”

“No,” she repeats. “I need you to forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he denies.

“Please,” she begs. 

Reggie frowns, lifting a hand to her face. (Y/N) closes her eyes as his hand makes contact with her skin. He rests his palm on her cheek for a small moment before his hand slides to the back of her neck.

“If you really want me to,” he mumbles, “then I forgive you.”

Reggie pulls her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. (Y/N) holds him tight in return, her hands clutching his shoulders. “You were right,” she whispers in his ear.

“About what?” he questions with curiosity. He attempts to pull away so he could see her face, but her grip only tightens in response.

“I do like you,” she mumbles. 

Reggie couldn’t help but let the smile he felt coming form. “Told you,” he replies.  (Y/N) hits his shoulder and muffles her laugh as she buries her head in his neck. “(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to try to be better,” he says quietly. She bites her lip gently, shifting her head so she could see him. He peers down at her with a smile, “Promise me something?” he asks.

“Yes?”

“Promise that you’ll stay by me,” he says. “It may take some time-but I want to be better.”

(Y/N) closes her eyes, “Of course, I will. But Reggie,” she begins, “it won’t take as long as you think. You’re a good person. A kind person. You just sometimes…make bad decisions. But everyone does. And I was…mistaken when I judged you.”

“It’s in the past,” he shrugs, removing his arms from her. (Y/N) frowns at his actions but reluctantly takes a step back. “And thank you,” he tells her, full of sincerity. 

(Y/N) smiles bashfully as he continues to stare at her. “Stop,” she mumbles but he only laughs. 

“Let me take you out,” he exclaims without hesitation. 

She snorts, “We’re at school.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Not now. Tonight?”

“Okay,” she nods. “Tonight.”