i wonder if it leavs a mark

Dismantling my dented armor,
The line dividing shame and honor
You could take me in your arms,
or you could take me down.
There I stand within your sights,
Spots exposed beneath spotlights
If you plan to to me harm,
You could do it now.

Waiting, wondering– what’s your move?
My skin to scar me or to soothe
Careful of the things you touch,
You might leave a mark.
End predictions start to tug me,
I should go before it’s ugly
How much of me is too much
for you to know my heart?

Debating closing/staying open
Be rebuilt or be re-broken
One false step, and I could blow it–
the painful plunge to spill me.
Ready for the looks and labels,
Any bullet will be fatal
Tense before the final moment:
Will you fill or kill me?

Rick Riordan won a Stonewall award today

for his second Magnus Chase book, due to the inclusion of the character Alex Fierro who is gender fluid. This was the speech he gave, and it really distills why I love this author and his works so much, and why I will always recommend his works to anyone and everyone.

“Thank you for inviting me here today. As I told the Stonewall Award Committee, this is an honor both humbling and unexpected.

So, what is an old cis straight white male doing up here? Where did I get the nerve to write Alex Fierro, a transgender, gender fluid child of Loki in The Hammer of Thor, and why should I get cookies for that?

These are all fair and valid questions, which I have been asking myself a lot.

I think, to support young LGBTQ readers, the most important thing publishing can do is to publish and promote more stories by LGBTQ authors, authentic experiences by authentic voices. We have to keep pushing for this. The Stonewall committee’s work is a critical part of that effort. I can only accept the Stonewall Award in the sense that I accept a call to action – firstly, to do more myself to read and promote books by LGBTQ authors.

But also, it’s a call to do better in my own writing. As one of my genderqueer readers told me recently, “Hey, thanks for Alex. You didn’t do a terrible job!” I thought: Yes! Not doing a terrible job was my goal!

As important as it is to offer authentic voices and empower authors and role models from within LGBTQ community, it’s is also important that LGBTQ kids see themselves reflected and valued in the larger world of mass media, including my books. I know this because my non-heteronormative readers tell me so. They actively lobby to see characters like themselves in my books. They like the universe I’ve created. They want to be part of it. They deserve that opportunity. It’s important that I, as a mainstream author, say, “I see you. You matter. Your life experience may not be like mine, but it is no less valid and no less real. I will do whatever I can to understand and accurately include you in my stories, in my world. I will not erase you.”

People all over the political spectrum often ask me, “Why can’t you just stay silent on these issues? Just don’t include LGBTQ material and everybody will be happy.” This assumes that silence is the natural neutral position. But silence is not neutral. It’s an active choice. Silence is great when you are listening. Silence is not so great when you are using it to ignore or exclude.

But that’s all macro, ‘big picture’ stuff. Yes, I think the principles are important. Yes, in the abstract, I feel an obligation to write the world as I see it: beautiful because of its variations. Where I can’t draw on personal experience, I listen, I read a lot – in particular I want to credit Beyond Magenta and Gender Outlaws for helping me understand more about the perspective of my character Alex Fierro – and I trust that much of the human experience is universal. You can’t go too far wrong if you use empathy as your lens. But the reason I wrote Alex Fierro, or Nico di Angelo, or any of my characters, is much more personal.

I was a teacher for many years, in public and private school, California and Texas. During those years, I taught all kinds of kids. I want them all to know that I see them. They matter. I write characters to honor my students, and to make up for what I wished I could have done for them in the classroom.

I think about my former student Adrian (a pseudonym), back in the 90s in San Francisco. Adrian used the pronouns he and him, so I will call him that, but I suspect Adrian might have had more freedom and more options as to how he self-identified in school were he growing up today. His peers, his teachers, his family all understood that Adrian was female, despite his birth designation. Since kindergarten, he had self-selected to be among the girls – socially, athletically, academically. He was one of our girls. And although he got support and acceptance at the school, I don’t know that I helped him as much as I could, or that I tried to understand his needs and his journey. At that time in my life, I didn’t have the experience, the vocabulary, or frankly the emotional capacity to have that conversation. When we broke into social skills groups, for instance, boys apart from girls, he came into my group with the boys, I think because he felt it was required, but I feel like I missed the opportunity to sit with him and ask him what he wanted. And to assure him it was okay, whichever choice he made. I learned more from Adrian than I taught him. Twenty years later, Alex Fierro is for Adrian.

I think about Jane (pseudonym), another one of my students who was a straight cis-female with two fantastic moms. Again, for LGBTQ families, San Francisco was a pretty good place to live in the 90s, but as we know, prejudice has no geographical border. You cannot build a wall high enough to keep it out. I know Jane got flack about her family. I did what I could to support her, but I don’t think I did enough. I remember the day Jane’s drama class was happening in my classroom. The teacher was new – our first African American male teacher, which we were all really excited about – and this was only his third week. I was sitting at my desk, grading papers, while the teacher did a free association exercise. One of his examples was ‘fruit – gay.’ I think he did it because he thought it would be funny to middle schoolers. After the class, I asked to see the teacher one on one. I asked him to be aware of what he was saying and how that might be hurtful. I know. Me, a white guy, lecturing this Black teacher about hurtful words. He got defensive and quit, because he said he could not promise to not use that language again. At the time, I felt like I needed to do something, to stand up especially for Jane and her family. But did I make things better handling it as I did? I think I missed an opportunity to open a dialogue about how different people experience hurtful labels. Emmie and Josephine and their daughter Georgina, the family I introduce in The Dark Prophecy, are for Jane.

I think about Amy, and Mark, and Nicholas … All former students who have come out as gay since I taught them in middle school. All have gone on to have successful careers and happy families. When I taught them, I knew they were different. Their struggles were greater, their perspectives more divergent than some of my other students. I tried to provide a safe space for them, to model respect, but in retrospect I don’t think I supported them as well as I could have, or reached out as much as they might have needed. I was too busy preparing lessons on Shakespeare or adjectives, and not focusing enough on my students’ emotional health. Adjectives were a lot easier for me to reconcile than feelings. Would they have felt comfortable coming out earlier than college or high school if they had found more support in middle school? Would they have wanted to? I don’t know. But I don’t think they felt it was a safe option, which leaves me thinking that I did not do enough for them at that critical middle school time. I do not want any kid to feel alone, invisible, misunderstood. Nico di Angelo is for Amy, and Mark and Nicholas.

I am trying to do more. Percy Jackson started as a way to empower kids, in particular my son, who had learning differences. As my platform grew, I felt obliged to use it to empower all kids who are struggling through middle school for whatever reason. I don’t always do enough. I don’t always get it right. Good intentions are wonderful things, but at the end of a manuscript, the text has to stand on its own. What I meant ceases to matter. Kids just see what I wrote. But I have to keep trying. My kids are counting on me.

So thank you, above all, to my former students who taught me. Alex Fierro is for you.

To you, I pledge myself to do better – to apologize when I screw up, to learn from my mistakes, to be there for LGBTQ youth and make sure they know that in my books, they are included. They matter. I am going to stop talking now, but I promise you I won’t stop listening.”

Teacher picked on me for being autistic, I got her fired.

When I was in 4th grade, i had a teacher named Mrs. Seeles (Like Seals). She was regarded as one of the kindest teachers in our school, to everyone. Everyone but me. I had quite a few learning disabilities that made much of her class confusing and hard to keep up with, especially with the way she taught. She would go over one thing and then have a test on it the next day to see if we learned it, which i always did bad on. 

Now, I was no means a perfect student. But I did my work without complaining, I did homework like i should. My best friend at the time, Jack, would attest to this, as he liked to copy things off my work because he was a sneaky kid. We sat next to each other so it wasnt very hard to get answers from one another. We were both boys so it got a little excitable sometimes and rowdy (not to mention we like-liked each other)

Mrs. Seeles didnt like our friendship in the least, and would always snap at us, more specifically me because i was seen as an easy target. I would never speak up against it or try to do anything, unlike Jack who would demand that we werent doing anything wrong. So she decided to focus in on me instead.

Whenever I passed in class work or homework, she wouldnt grade it. I would get bad reports home saying how I wasnt doing what I was supposed to be doing. All in all, my parents believed her more over me because they never trusted me to begin with. So Jack and I plotted. 

Being only in 4th grade, it wasnt the best plan, but it worked. I would do my work, then Jack would write the exact same things as I did. We did this for months. I would recieve bad grades while Jack excelled in his. We got the papers back. We stored them away.

Near the halfway part of the semesters, We both brought this up to our parents. We called each other on the home phones and explained what had been going on. How Jack would copy my work and Pass it in just like I did, but I never got the credit. We showed them the papers, which were exactly identical. Mine were marked wrong, Jacks were marked right.

My parents were furious. Because of that teacher their child was failing the 4th grade. They threw a fit over at the school board council, gave them complete hell. Within the week, Mrs. Seeles was packed up and leaving the school.

The new teacher that replaced her was wonderful. I went from failing to As in weeks. 

Fun Fact: I actually stopped doing a lot of my homework because of Mrs. Seeles because why do it if it wont be graded? That problem developed heavily into my mind and its been a problem ever since. hope your happy. Graduating from High School this year, going into Theatrical Arts College.

Fic Recs

Just a list of some of my favorite stories in various fandoms put into an orderly list for me to remember and you to enjoy :) Will be continuously updated!

Fandoms Included in Order:

The Walking Dead Negan x Reader | Rick x Reader x Negan | Simon x Reader x Negan

The Watchmen Eddie Blake (The Comedian) x OC

The Salvation Henry Delarue x OC

Supernatural John Winchester x Reader | Sam Winchester x Reader | Dean Winchester x Reader | Castiel (& Casifer) x Reader

Marvel Bucky Barnes x Reader | Steve Rogers x Reader | Bucky x Reader x Steve | Loki x Reader

Coriolanus Coriolanus x Reader

Crimson Peak Thomas Sharpe x Reader

From Dusk Til Dawn (TV Series) Richie x Kate x Seth | Richie x Kate

Star Trek AOS Jim Kirk x Reader   ***updated August 8th***  | Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader  ***updated August 8th***

Almost Human John Kennex x Reader   ***added on August 8th***


The Walking Dead

Negan x Reader

The Crown Weighs Heavy by @sinuhmyn-apple 

Fire at my Feet by @sinuhmyn-apple

Always Mine by @writteninthestars288

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream by @grungedaddykinks

Irresistible Danger by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

Conflicted by @thewalkingdeadfanatic

Rules of the Game by that sparrow

Composed by @negan-leather-and-lace

Lost and Found by @sherrybaby14

Nobody Cares (Negan/OFC/Daryl) by @sherrybaby14

Raise Hell by @i-am-negan-trash

On the Man who Made Malice by queenofthelab23

This Is What You Came For by @thran-duils

Choice Two by @neganscorner (Negan x OC)

Lemonade by @neganscorner


Negan x Reader x Rick

The Peace Offering by @more-walking-dead-than-you

Listen to Me by @sherrybaby14


Negan x Reader x Simon

Beg for It by @daintyunicorn

The Exchange by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash (Simon x Reader)

Just the Three of Us by @jdmfanfiction

The Watchmen

The Comedian/Edward Blake x Reader/OC

Life’s a Riot, And So Am I by @neganscorner

The Salvation

Henry Delarue

Belladonna Kiss by @ladylorelitany

Supernatural

John Winchester x Reader

The 12 Days of Christmas by @wayward-mirage

A Reason to Stay by @wayward-mirage

Better Mileage by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Left Behind by @kittenofdoomage 

A Place Called Home by @kittenofdoomage


Sam Winchester x Reader

Cosa Nostra by @kittenofdoomage

I See a Red Door by @spectaculacular-sammy

Getting Warmer by @kittenofdoomage


Dean Winchester x Reader

More to Love by @kittenofdoomage

Years in the Making by @kittenofdoomage

Foundations by @kittenofdoomage

Habits of My Heart by @kittenofdoomage

Keep Going, Sweetheart by @thran-duils (Demon!Dean)


Castiel/Casifer x Reader

Persephone by @thran-duils

You’re Now Mine (drabble series in Persephone-verse) by @thran-duils

Keeping the Sun Up Off Our Bones (Vampire AU) by @thran-duils

The End (Pt 2, Pt 3) by @willowing-love

I See Fire by @willowing-love

The Huntress by @willowing-love

Don’t Let It Bring You Down by @webcricket

I Need a Friend by @webcricket

Heaven is Hotter Than Hell by @webcricket

Crime Butchers Innocence by @thran-duils (Assassin AU)

The Seeds You Sow by @thran-duils

I Ask for So Little by @thran-duils

Marvel

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A Strange Kind of Home by @iavengesuperwholock

A Hard Love by @sebbys-girl

Ghostly Visions by @sebbys-girl

A Love Across Time by @sebbys-girl

Your Kind of Lover by @writingbarnes

Do Me a Favor by @bovaria 

You and Mr. Barnes by takethethirdoption


Steve Rogers x Reader

A Night to Forget by @sebbys-girl

Colors by @sebbys-girl

I Thought You Were Different by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers

Disconnected by starlordandsavior

The Cost of Being a Good Samaritan by Beautiful_Aravis


Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

The Broken Musketeers  by @iavengesuperwholock

To Love a Soldier by @fvckingavengers

The Troublesome Trio by @spoonfulofsexy

Coming Home by ambyliz

Only Forever by @redgillan

Where the Line Blurs by @theirresitibleones


Loki x Reader

A Pearl in the Rocks by @iavengesuperwholock

Kneel Before Me by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers

The Light in the Dark by wolfpawn

Please Remember by wolfpawn

Strength or Finesse by ThymeSprite

Forgive and Forget by wolfpawn

Coriolanus

Coriolanus x Reader

Enslaved by Wolfscub

Ad Vincula by tartanroyaltea (OFC)

Crimson Peak

Thomas Sharpe x Reader/OFC

Moulded from Clay by Lady san pitie

Widow’s Peak by Sinistretoile

Death and the Maiden by oxford_romantic

Ruination Without Desire by Sharpey

Another Insanity by Molly_Ann

Are You Afraid of the Darkness by gutterfortunecookie

From Dusk till Dawn: The Series

Kate x Seth x Richie

Eat on It by Blue10spades

Blood & Cigarettes by luckynik

Touché, Katie-cakes by Queen_haQ

Kate x Richie 

Into the Darkness by writerlily 

Monsters by gaslight_skellington

El Rey by the Dashboard Light by sharkygal

Star Trek (AOS)

Jim Kirk x Reader

The One by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

The Anatomy Game by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Prisoner by @enterprisewriting

Baby Blues by @enterprisewriting

Loot by @enterprisewriting

Return by @enterprisewriting (Sequel to Loot)

10 Things I Hate About You by @enterprisewriting

Leaving is Hard to Do by @enterprisewriting

Sabotage by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

That Would Be Enough by @musikat18

Auld Lang Syne by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader

Blinded by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Shameless by @enterprisewriting

Really Like, Like by @enterprisewriting

Approximately This Big by @enterprisewriting

Imagine Leonard McCoy rescuing you from your crippled Starbase by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Kicking Mirror!Verse Bones by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

(Fifty) Five Minute Ficlet by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Camping with Bones by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Georgia On My Mind: Part One | Part Two by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Healing Bones by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Bones Trekfest Week: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

On the Futility of Revenge by @bkwrm523

Getting Stuck in the Mirror!Verse by @youre-on-a-starship

Unexpected Guest by @medicatemedrmccoy

Divided by @medicatemedrmccoy

Let the Games Begin by @medicatemedrmccoy

There You’ll Be by @imoutofmyvulcanmind

Shore Leave Series (Bones x Reader x Kirk) by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Good Mood by @bu-ckybarnes

Good Enough by @imoutofmyvulcanmind

The Great Divide by @imoutofmyvulcanmind

Marked One by @wonders-of-the-enterprise

Scaring Bones by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

The Zoo by @trade-baby-blues

We Balance Each Other Out by @dirajunara

Heating Up by @fandomheadrush

New Horizons by @musingsongbird

Darlin’ by @musingsongbird

Green-Blooded Matchmaker by @musikat18

I Told You So by @trade-baby-blues

Floating by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse (Kirk x Reader in the beginning)

A Night on The Town by @all-sortsa-stuff

Almost Human

John Kennex x Reader

I Got You by @imoutofmyvulcanmind

Full of Surprises by @imoutofmyvulcanmind

Apologies by @imoutofmyvulcanmind 

BTS Scenario | Daddy Dom

A/N: Hi guys! It’s Admin Sunshine, thank you for supporting me. I’ll be re-posting my reactions & scenarios on my blog.

PS: All of my reactions/scenarios and fictions will be fixed and there will be new things added in.

Aftercare is not included.

Not requested.

Warnings: Smut


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The Avengers Live Reading of ‘Our Town’: A Mini-Recap

Once more, moving back to the big city proved to be of a large benefit to me for fangirl reasons–it was announced a couple weeks ago that Scarlett Johansson was putting on a live-read of ‘Our Town’ with most of the cast of the original Avengers (we were only missing Hemsworth) as well as some local talent. The proceeds went to Puerto Rico, and so it was basically a win-win all around, so I scraped together the cash to go. 

It was hosted at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta, GA (which was also on my bucket list, so yay!) and it makes sense, as they are currently filming Infinity War Part 2 in our lovely city, so it was very kind of them to take a night to put this performance on for us and to help the relief efforts in Puerto Rico.

Because I am currently and perpetually impoverished, I had to take one of the seats that was pretty far away, but I was still able to see and hear the cast just fine. The theatre itself is quite lovely (although for some reason the bathrooms were disgusting, wtf) and everything moved smoothly once it was time for the show to start.

If you follow me, you might’ve seen my recap for the Hugh Jackman Princess Bride Live-Reading, and this was in the same vein, though it was slightly more formal since it was at the Fox Theatre and not at a college campus full of dorky twenty-somethings. As a result, this is just a few moments I felt were worth sharing once again for your entertainment.

Disclaimer: I have never seen nor read Our Town. Don’t ask me why–just never had the opportunity, so I apologize that I don’t remember character’s names and motivations well, but I’ll do my best.

The first really great moment to report was that towards the beginning of the play, Chris Evans (playing Mr. Webb), had a page missing from his script. So they all turned their pages and then there was this hysterical silence for a good 10-15 seconds while they all tried to figure out whose line it was and then the darling meatball Chris Evans goes, “I’m missing Page 12″ and we all proceed to laugh our asses off. Even better, he jokes, “I knew it was me! I just knew it!” It was a genuinely adorable moment.

The next great moment was when Mark Ruffalo, playing Jeremy Renner’s father, was admonishing his son for being lazy, and there’s this exchange:

Ruffalo: Son, how old are you?

Renner: (beat) I’m sixteen. (in a deep, clearly adult voice) Dad.

Cue the theatre cracking up.

After that, we had a running joke slipped in there after a particularly funny line read that sent Renner into a gigglefit and after he recovered, we had this gem:

Evans: Are you okay?

Renner: Yeah, I’m okay. I have page 12.

Again, laid the whole room out laughing.

And the final moment is just a bonus for any Marvel fans still out there shipping Hawkeye/Black Widow: Renner and ScarJo played Emily and George, who fall in love, and they even shared a little kiss and held hands and even though I don’t ship it, I thought you guys would like to know that. It was cute as hell.

On the non-humorous side, I’d have to say that RDJ and ScarJo were the stand out performances. RDJ played the narrator, and I think his very iconic speech patterns made the narrator’s lines really jump off the page and into the ears. ScarJo did a marvelous job with the emotional angle that comes to a head in the final act of the play, and I would venture to say it must be very personal to her or be something she loved prior to the reading because she seemed quite invested in it. I also enjoyed the hell out of Chris Evans as the kind of hunky-dory father character, using his super-earnest Cap voice for the role. 

Side note: In that photo, you can see how far away I am from the stage, right? Tell me why I could still see how incredibly built Chris Evans was even from all the way back there? He had this tight black t-shirt on and some grey sweatpants, and when he got up to leave, I was like:

Originally posted by somenerdthing

YAAASSSS LAWD DA BOOTY HE GOT DA BOOTY Y’ALL I MEAN IT WAS JUST PLAIN BEAUTIFUL I HAVE IRREVERSIBLE EVANS THIRST PRAY FOR MY SOUL’S DELIVERANCE

Anyway, I’m so terribly glad I was able to go because it was a wonderful production that is for an amazing cause. I’m happy to report that they raised $500,000 for Puerto Rico. It was truly an unforgettable night.

Submit To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 15,061

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS

Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long. 

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Seeing Stars

How long had it been? Four or Five Years since you became his caretaker? Five, but the last year seemed like a blur. A wonderful blur, but a blur nonetheless. Now, the merman considered you more than a friend or caregiver. You were his mate. And he made sure to show it and let any staff member know if they even looked at you with a lustful gaze.

He was a special case. He was sentient and had the ability to speak. Though he often refused to. So, the staff members allowed the relationship to form. And when your manager saw his drastic improvements - he urged you to take it much farther than just friends.

He was a deep sea Mermaid. Unlike the reef mermaids who were predominantly female and brightly colored. His skin was desaturated and light grey. His body was muscular, but athletic. He had: black hair, a Spiney tail with bioluminescent scales that formed a pattern, sharp teeth, webbed hands, and pink eyes that dilated and contracted in the light. And his species were predominantly male. They rarely ever came to the surface unless in need of help. This Merman however was caught in Reef Mermaid Territory and they nearly ripped him limb from limb. His injuries had been life threatening, but thankfully since he was a rather large size - he was able to the operated on and saved.

When his time came to be released back into the wild - he relented. He wanted to stay and learn more about humans. And the aquarium allowed it. In return he just had to show off every once in awhile for an audience; something he was fine with doing since it was only for an hour three times a day.

However, he was picky about his humans. Only certain ones could give him medical care. And only one could teach him. And that was you. And he fell for you very quickly. He would always bring you gifts or ask certain staff to give you cards he came up with. Or even give you a bag of his favorite human snacks. And in your fourth year, you started to fall for him slowly. He even gave himself a human name for you.

“Star?”

He didn’t understand the concept of gender. Biological sex yes, but gender was something he honestly didn’t care about.

You looked out and saw him break the surface his pink eyes just watching you. You watched him go back under. Something was up. You took off your jacket and set his meal aside. Then your shoes before carefully wading into the water.

He popped up again this time in front of you. He looked flustered.

“S-sorry.” he mumbled, “I’m not feeling the best today.”

“It’s alright, are you feeling feverish? Bloated or?” you asked him.

Your aquarium knew a lot about his biology, but there was one thing they could never figure out and that was mating cycles. They weren’t like most animals where it was yearly or even monthly. Their cycles had to build up. And something in the back of your head told you - you were about to find out all about his biological mating cycle.

“Bloated… is a very good word for this love.” he chuckled softly, “Tell me what is the moon phase?”

“Full, and the fifth Anniversary of you being here.” you said blinking curiously.

“Mmmm that would be it…” he said, “Love it would be wise if you were not in the pool with me. I’m sentient, but still wild in my own way.” he gently pushed you into the shallow end.

It clicked. And your face was crimson red.

“O-oh!” is all you said.

He nodded, “I don’t want to risk hurting you.”

You scrambled back a bit, and he followed, but was still a few feet away. He just gave you a gentle smile.

“Sweetheart, you know you can ask me anything right?” you asked him softly.

“I do, but I know not how human anatomy would work with mine. I cannot risk hurting you or feel the heartbreak of an unviable brood. This will pass I promise.” he said albeit eerily calmly.

He looked over and saw the bucket of fish and hummed. He grabbed it and devoured the entire thing. Which was odd for him as he was a light eater. Yet this time he left nothing but bones.

“I-i mean… if human males can inseminate the Reef Mermaids… it should work for us yes?” you asked him.

He licked his fingers, before cleaning up his mess and setting the bucket aside. He crawled up further to you. He smirked.

“See, they are built like whales or other fish. My kind… we’re a little different. Being all male we have a different system that can work with each others anatomy.”

A webbed hand ran up your abdomen and gently pushed it. Like as if he were testing something. He hummed idly.

“Technically we’ve not consummated - so… I-i…” you murmured.

He heard this and perked up looking down at you, eyes bright and surprised. His skin filled with blood and turned red, his bioluminescent parts lighting up. He seemed to really appreciate that offer. He lowered down and kissed you.

“Tell me are you truly that serious? My kind mates for life. And if we do this~” he cooed.

You giggled, “Of course, I love you Star.” you said throwing your arms around him. You pressed into him, “T-that and to be honest I am rather curious… if it hurts me in anyway we will stop.”

He chuckled and gently tugged at your wetsuit.

“Promise?” he asked, “And should I explain… or?”

“No, explaining anything. It might scare me off, if I have questions I’ll ask as we go along. And I promise.” you chuckled nervously reaching up and unzipping your suit to reveal your breasts.

“Alright, but if I don’t stop just punch me in the nose alright?” he asked.

You playfully roll your eyes, “Alright. Jesus, for a creature that’s not supposed to be intelligent you’re smarter than most of my species males.”

He chuckled and ripped off your suit deeming you were being too slow. “Well we do love our partners. They come first.”

He looked over your body, gently touching every area he could to get a gauge on what felt good for you. Your neck, your thighs, the small of your back,and even smaller areas most humans forgot about. When he found all your erogenous zones he went to work.

You were quite surprised by how quickly he found everything. You moaned when he nibbled at your neck and shuddered when he kneaded your breast. You could barely return the favor as you ran your hands down his chest and over the sensitive gills causing him to gasp slightly and moan. However when you got too eager and moved your hands lower he pinned him above your head.

“No, not yet.” he said groaning slightly, he just wanted to take you, but he knew enough about humans to know they needed a little help to be prepared for sex.

You pouted and huffed, but respected his wishes and he let go. You leaned up and kissed him, but this time there was a thick mucus like substance. It tasted like kelp.

He chuckled, “Trust me darling you might not like the taste, but it’s going to make this process much easier and far more enjoyable for you. Now, since you’re about as clueless as I am on anatomy, please present yourself.”

You chuckled and nodded, “You’re sweet, Star.”

He just smiled down at you, “No, that would be you. You’ve been nothing, but kind to me since coming here.” he pushed himself back fully, examining you. This was rather different. So, many choices. What to play with first.

A cramp in his abdomen made his choice for him. There wasn’t anytime to experiment, this was getting painful for the merman. He needed to release his eggs and soon.

He gently rubbed two fingers over your folds causing your hips to buck up. You whimpered softly.

“O-okay, see the soft nub at top? That is a very sensitive place for us, and the middle hole? Thats our-”

“Mmm needn’t say anymore love.”

Before you knew it, your legs were over his shoulders and his long tongue was working you. The mucus made everything so warm that all you could do was moan as the pleasure became stronger.

When he nibbled and sucked at your clit you cried out in pleasure. Your hands reaching into his: medium length, black, wet hair. You pushed your hips into him. Guiding him as he asked what your liked. Of course, you hadn’t known at first due to inexperienced partners in the past, but oh boy you were beginning to find out.

“P-please just let me ride your tongue.” you moaned out softly.

“Mmm my pleasure dear.” he said and pushed what he could of his tongue into you. Salivating even more at your taste.

It formed more mucus that made your insides warm and seep in its own natural lubricants. And if that wasn’t enough when he started moving it, you felt like you were going to go right over the edge. Yet, no matter how much he teased you couldn’t. Even with the mucus causing your pleasure sensors to reach unbelievable heights.

When Star was satisfied he pulled away, he looked at how dazed you looked and then down at how soaked and engorged you were. Even your clit had enlarged before it had been barely visible, but now - it was triple in size and that’s what he had wanted. You whined spreading your legs more.

You were a little embarrassed, but heavens it felt wonderful and you trusted him not to belittle you for being so needy. He leaned over and bit your breast leaving some teeth marks, he sucked and gently pulled causing your back to arch.

“F-fuck Star!! Please…. Stop teasing.” you cried out.

He pulled away and licked up the blood. The mucus stopped the bleeding immediately. Good, he had no worries everything was compatible so far.

“Sweetheart, we can not do it like this, I will crush you.” he chuckled lifting your head.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and chuckled.

“How is it you can turn me into a goopy mess?” you smiled and kissed him, your core still aching.

“Mmm usually I ask that.” he said and looked around, he found a rock out of view, and gently took you to it. He carefully got onto it and then got you situated as well.


“H-heh so like this?” you asked, “M-makes sense since I can’t… nggh breath underwater.”

“Are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“I’m fine just… please…” you whimpered.

“First look down.” he cooed softly, he had been very good about hiding his arousal, but now some of it was peaking out, “You get to curb your curiosity.”

You scooted a little and looked down between you and smirked seeing it. So, it was fairly standard to most whales and dolphins. That made you less nervous. You hummed moving your hands down and rubbed around it looking up seeing his eyes were closed.You giggled and grinded on him and looked down seeing it fully emerge. It was hard to miss against his black scales. It was a flushed pink that matched his bioluminescence.

Your face flushed, oh he was large. No wonder he was worried. You snickered gently wrapping a hand around it, and felt all of the delicious ribs. The tip was thin and tapered which would make this a little bit easier, the base was slightly bulbous which confused you, but you rolled with it. You heard your mate moaning your name softly his pink bioluminescent features gently rolling in a soft soothing pattern.

You went a bit harder and faster, when his eyes shot open. You saw this look and stopped immediately. He grunted softly and sat up slightly pulling you into a kiss. You shuddered and kissed him back moaning when he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You felt his hands move you over him.

“Are you ready?” he purred softly, “Now remember if this is successful you may not be able to go back to a normal life. Nor can we break our bond.”

“I Understand love, just please, be gentle.” you said smiling.

“I love you.” he said and kissed you.

“I love you too.” you kissed him back, “I-i do have one request, could I maybe face the other way. You are a bit large so it will be easier.”

He nodded smiling, “Of course dear.”

He shifted you around carefully so your back was against his chest and his head rested on your shoulder before he gently lowered you onto him, his mucus and your own lubricants made the shift painless. And each little rib hit all the right places inside. You moaned out and leaned back slightly and began grinding into him. He did what he could, but you had to put out most of the work. Maybe one day they’d have a breathing apparatus you could use this would be much easier. For now this would have to do. You panted as you moved your hips, but you were wearing out rather quickly. It was then that you felt your mate’s hands come around your hips and begin lifting and plunging you onto him.

You leaned back onto his chest, arm slung back to stroke his cheek. Your breathing was becoming hard. You could feel your body coming so close. But, it was still so far and it was frustrating. Even with the rougher and faster pace your body was just not reaching.

“S-star please, I want to cum so badly.” you moaned.

He smirked, you were begging and it was kind of cute. A nice reversal as well, usually he was the one begging for attention. He hummed gently working himself deeper and deeper, the thin tip pressing pass the cervix he came to a grind not wanting to risk hurting you. He moved his hands around to spread your lips apart and rubbed at your engorged clit taking the large nub between his fingers giving you a mini handjob. If this was going to work, he needed to knot you during an orgasm so nothing spilled out. He grunted bumping into you faster his knot growing his fingers working your engorged clit more and more until.

“STAR!” you arched back and came clenching around him, barely even noticing the knot inside locking you into place until you tried to lift your hips and cried out again, you kept grinding into your mate setting off his own orgasm and moaned feeling the warm liquid seep into you. There was an unusual pressure however.

You glanced back at him, “L-love?”

He just kissed you gently, “Is it uncomfortable?”

“No, just odd…” you breathed whimpering it still felt oh so good, “How far are you in me?”

“Past your barriers darling.” he cooed moaning softly, gently grinding into you, “We’re not done yet.”

You were shocked by this, at least until you felt the knot expand even more, spreading you out. You felt little bumps in his shaft and it hit you what was happening. And now you knew exactly why he was concerned. However you were in too much pleasure to even care.

“Ahh.. fuck please fill me up.” you whimpered as he bit into your neck and thrusted only once and the eggs started moving into you. Every time one popped in you felt heavier and heavier. You noted his stomach flattened out as yours got bigger. You begged for more, but as soon as your womb was full, but not stretched too far that was all he had, he rammed into you bringing you to another orgasm as well as himself filling you up with more fluid to round out the small pooch you did have.

You cried out his name as he pulled away from your neck and licked it. Once he was down from his high he immediately tended to you.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” he asked rubbing a hand over your now obviously bloated abdomen.

You managed a nod as you felt his knot decreasing and him slipping out of you, which made you whine. You wanted more, “Mmm it feels so good still.”

He kissed your shoulder and gently rubbed your clit, it was still engorged, the mucus was almost washed off though perhaps he could bring you to another orgasm. “Patience love.” he hummed and rubbed at it, making sure to hit all the right places until you came again shaking against him.

He pulled away when you cooled off and just rubbed your abdomen, “Oh my my, you took the entire brood! Oh, they’re going to be so cute. Your dna mixed with mine.” he was just fawning over you now. He nuzzled your cheek and licked it, “I must get a bed put in here for you! Or a pool  in your place for me! I want to be there watching you grow as you carry my fry.”

Your face flushed as you leaned back onto him looking at your own abdomen you looked four to five months pregnant. “H-how big will they get?” you asked worried.

“Not very, they will fill up their egg, maybe double in size. You’ll lay them and then they’ll hatch!” he hummed, rubbing your abdomen.

“O-oh good… my body can handle that.” you chuckled smiling, you looked back at him, “You really think I look good like this?”

“You do.” he cooed kissing your lips, “Maybe next time there will be more!!”

“N-next time?” you asked.

“Mmm yes, once every five years we must somehow remove our brood whether it’s implanting or naturally disposing of them…” he hummed kissing your neck, “And please don’t stress, not many survive. It’s not like you’ll have dozens of babies. And not all mating cycles work… to be honest… if they are viable it’ll be my first time too.”

You actually felt kind of sad, but understood what he meant, you nodded, “I actually like this feeling…” you smiled and looked back at him, “I love you Star.”

“I love you too.” he said and shifted so he could kiss you deeply and tenderly.

The months passed by and you had been able to talk the aquarium into letting Star take Parental leave until the small merbabies were able to function well and were healthy enough to be in the now expanded aquarium tank with their father. He was sitting in the salt water pool making sure his aquascaping would be safe for them. He even made a small area just incase they needed more time to hatch. He was so excited. He hummed and looked at the ring on his finger. It was his idea, he wanted to marry you in the human way since you went through with what his kind did for mating for life. Luckily since he was able to prove his sentience easily you were able to find a priest willing to do the ritual.

He looked over to you as you just relaxed in the shallow end of the pool. You looked about eight months pregnant now. He swam over sensing something in the air change and pushed himself up so he could be sitting with you. It was almost time.

He had been doing some reading on human births and found your systems were very - unethical as he called it. The pain he read about scared him, so he had a plan. He kissed your neck and up to your cheek giggling.

“Star, what are you….” you winced feeling the pressure in your abdomen.

There it was, Star cooed, “It is time I could smell it!!” he said and kissed you, “Darling, come into the water.”

You obliged and gently waded in. Star managed to push himself up enough to hit a button that would close any open blinds. Then another that dimmed the lights in the pool. He let the overhead lights stay the way they were since they weren’t very bright currently. He swam back over seeing you were already starting the breathing exercises. He was working up that kelp flavored mucus. He was hoping to make this as painless on you as possible. He hummed kissing your cheek sloppily.

“Darling take off your bottoms. I have an idea.” he said gently trying to reassure you.

You nodded and took off your swim skirt and set it to the side. The labor pains weren’t as severe as they could have been, but still had you close to tears. You were relieved when Star told you about his plan and hoped it would work. This was too much and it wasn’t just one baby it was a brood of eggs.

You felt star rubbing at your lips and groaned, what was he trying to pull? You weren’t in the mood for this. You looked down at him and he just pulled your legs over his shoulders.

“S-star what are you?”

“If the mucus worked before maybe it’ll work here.” he said before plunging his tongue into you.

Now that made sense and you felt your sore body immediately take in his little quick fix and warm itself into pleasure. Oh, if this was how it was going to be everytime viable or not you wanted him to stuff you with his brood every time. Within five minutes you were moaning out his name. Your vagina, lips and clit engorged even more than before. He spent about ten or so minutes doing this until you were an absolute mess of pleasure. He noted how long it would take you to become near unresponsive for future reference.

But, now came the fun part. Star shifted so he would be able to help adjust your legs into a proper position. He even moved his hand between your legs to hold your lips apart as he would’ve done for a another mer partner. However he decided to help coerce the eggs out and gently rub your clit and lips.

While this seemed odd you were grateful. You’d rather be put into a stupor with pleasure than pain. And would have to do something for him later. You felt the eggs line up in your canal and soon it came time to push. Stars fingers did not relent on your engorged clit. However each wave of pleasure helped you push a jumbo chicken sized egg out and through your vaginal canal into the water. Luckily they were rather spongy so they were able to gently and carefully fall to the bottom of the pool.

Stars little plan was working. It was making this process painless and much quicker than it would have been otherwise. He never let you come to orgasm. He mentioned something about saving that for the last few difficult ones, but you were to busy focusing on the pleasure and process of laying the eggs to really pay much mind. When you were nearing your ends he felt of your abdomen. Just as he thought. There were a few stragglers. However that just meant you’d get to enjoy yourself to the fullest.

“Almost done love, you can do this.” he cooed and kissed you nipping at your lips and neck before his hand moved from your vaginal lips to your two inch clit.

This caused you to scream in pleasure as your hips moved in time with his movements helping the trouble maker eggs line into your canal in a large bunch. He was rather rough with you causing your orgasm to be so powerful you squirted and the very last few eggs came out in one go.

He cooed softly and slowed everything to a stop and came up and laid your head in his lap. He stroked your wet hair, pink eyes looking down at your filled with absolute adoration that you could birth so many. He looked out at the pool and noted sadly; that a good 80% of the brood was unviable. They were floating a top, but that was alright. He would clean the mess later and more closely examine the others and cull the ones with any imperfections or the ones who wouldn’t survive.

He looked back down at you, your breathes heavy from the amount of work you just went through. You gently shifted so you could lay against his chest. Body now numb from everything you did. You looked up at him with tired eyes and smiled.

“Thank you, that little plan of yours helped so much. Mmmm and felt heavenly if I do say so myself. I could get used to this~” you said with a worn voice.

He chuckled and kissed you gently, rubbing your back, “You did good. I will be transporting them to their little place soon love. For now you need rest.” he said and smiled helping you get back into your swim skirt, “Not here though, I can’t risk you drowning.” he cooed. “I love you.”

“I love you to.” you said.

Carefully stood up and kissed him one last time before heading to your room. You had no idea what to expect when you woke up, you only knew that you were happy. You fell onto your bed not caring you were sopping went and fell asleep. You loved your merman husband and little soon to be children very much. And it was hard to believe it was all because of an assignment.

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GOT7~ When Their S/O Walks in on Them Changing

Smolbeankay Asked: hoi 💛 i was wondering if you could do a GOT7 reaction to their s/o walking in on them changing/naked 😂


Im Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

You’d leave the room for a moment to grab a drink or something and when you return, you’d see JB changing his shirt. Your eyes would travel down his torso as he noticed your presence. He’d look at you with a smirk while he walks up to you.

“Like what you see, Jagiya?”

Mark Tuan

Originally posted by got7markbum

It would depend on how long y’all have been together.
If you guys hadn’t been together long then he’d be a little shy and try to cover himself as you mutter apologies.
But if you guys we use to seeing each other like this, I don’t think he’d be phased. Rather, he’d give you a heated kiss when he noticed you getting a lil hot and bothered

Jackson Wang

Originally posted by wangmins

If you walked in on him while he was half nude, he would make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. If you weren’t, he’d proceed as you watched him intently. When he noticed you checking him out, I feel as if you be like the gif above.

Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

Upon you walking in on him in just a towel, he’d walk over to you as your eyes scanned his body. He’d grab your waist to pull you close to his chest and start to kiss your neck, leaving light marks to show you were claimed. When he finally heard a moan escape from your lips, he’d back away with a smirk on his face and get dressed.

“Jinyoung, get back here and finish what you started!”

Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae

Once you walked in on him, you’d turn around to respect his privacy as he’s rather shy. He’d quickly get dressed while he becomes flustered, wondering if you saw anything. When he’s done, you turn around and smile at his nervous state.
“You know, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” You’d say, kissing his cheek.
*Gif*

BamBam

Originally posted by pinkjuho

Guys let’s be honest, he wouldn’t even care like, he’d flaunt his stuff. You’d blush watching him show off and then he’d bring you close to him so he could kiss you and dance with you.

“Dance with me Jagi.”

Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by jypnior

Awe! Yugy would be so embarrassed if this was the first time you saw him like that. You’d have walk up to him kiss him so he would calm down for a moment. He would just be so cute!


(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Requests open for got7 ☜(゚ヮ゚☜)

All creds to rightful gif owner(s)

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✨I know giving up is the easier option. I know you’re tired. I know you’re drained. I know you feel like a failure. But honey, your dreams and aspirations mean so much more to the world than you think. Your dreams, your passion, your work, effect people. Your feelings are not set in stone. Your mere existence effects the world, and if you keep going, you can and will leave a wonderful mark on the world ✨

Making out with Got7

Request: Making out with Got7 please!! Love u

A/N: No I did not get carried away with Jackson :), also sorry for being inactive


Jaebum

  • Your lips will be swollen
  • So aggressive 
  • Hand on the back of your head
  • Tugs on your hair
  • Groans into the kiss
  • Bites your lip
  • Grinds against you
  • Leads to sex

Mark

  • Savors the moment
  • Takes it nice and slow
  • Is touchy
  • Hands never stay in one place
  • Lip bites
  • Whispers sweet nothings

Jackson

  • Deep kisses
  • Uses the right amount of tongue
  • Hand on your ass
  • His warm lips leave yours
  • Wondering your skin
  • Sucking on your sensitive spots
  • Smirking at your noises
  • Leaves love bites
  • Because your his
  • And everybody needs to know that

Jinyoung

  • Sensual
  • Your lips melt into each other
  • He takes it at a slow pace
  • You’re straddling him
  • His hands are on your lower back
  • Grinding up into you slowly

Youngjae

  • Such a good kisser
  • Sweet talk
  • Hands rubbing down your arms
  • Smiles into the kiss
  • Moans 
  • Blushes

BamBam

  • His lips are so soft
  • And plump
  • Lots of tongue
  • Pretty sloppy
  • Hands wander all over your body
  • So playful

Yugyeom

  • Goes slow at first
  • Then he gets into it
  • Finds the perfect pace
  • Keeps up a rhythm
  • Tongue
  • Hands under the shirt
  • Slight grinding
  • Embarrassed when he gets a boner
  • But then you guys take care of it

anonymous asked:

Can you rec any soul mark AUs where Steve and Tony actually end up together? I love pining and UST but I'm sick as fuck of these fics where some tragic circumstance (CW, misunderstanding, etc) keeps them apart or one realizes it and the other doesn't and just GIVES UP. My emotional state is so done w/ this. TIA!

Soulmates!  Okay, well, I’ll be honest and say that I don’t read a lot of these, mainly b/c I’m just more of a “love is a choice you have to make about how you treat someone” than a “boom! we love each other!” kind of person.  This could have impacted the whole not falling in love thing, but, here we are.  I think all of these are happy endings.  At any rate, I do have some wonderful suggestions and please, everyone feel free to add their favorites!  

Remember to leave a comment and kudos for your authors!

The Winged Soul by @inukagome15:  It wasn’t until he was three that he realized he was different and no one else could see the wings.

To Strike a Match by @51st:   The marks that appeared on nearly every human one day weren’t very obvious – a pattern resembling the whorl of a fingerprint and almost as unique, on the inner wrist, tinted the color of coal-black ink. Almost as unique, because everyone was supposed to have a match somewhere on earth, and when the match was found, with a solid press of bared wrist to wrist, mark to mark, the pattern disappeared.

Nothing Else But Miracles (An Ancient Secrets and Newborn Dreams Remix) by muccamukk:   In the rough and tumble of the Lower East Side, the only constants in Steve’s life are the solid black letters of the name on his wrist. Because even with the law and society against them, his world falling apart piece by piece, and his search for his soulmate taking him to stranger and wilder places, Steve has faith that finding Tony Stark is only a matter of time.

Stars Fading, But I Linger On, Dear by @chibisquirt:   A Soulmate AU where people meet their soulmate in their dreams. Of course, not even that solves all the world’s problems, especially if one or more of the soulmates has a secret identity…

Thumb, Index and Pinky Extended by Eudoxia:   Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn’t matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

Stand Back, I’m Going to Do Science by Good_News_Everyone:  Soulmates are a rare and cherished thing, a simple touch of hands bringing love that lasts forever. By all the rules of romance, they’re meant to wait for each other and to trust in the vagaries of fate to bring them together.
Tony’s never been good at waiting, and when he has science on his side, who needs fate?

The Song Without Words by @lelantusposts (WiP): Everyone knew what happened when soulmates touched each other. Whether it was hands clasping together, fingers brushing across a jaw, or lips meeting in a kiss - it didn’t matter. Any skin-to-skin contact and chests started glowing with soft, white-blue light. Soul-light, it was called.Tony woke up in a cave in Afghanistan with a hole in his chest and wires coming out of it and felt his blood run cold. He knew instinctively what it meant. He’d lost his ability to produce a soul-light. And so no matter how much he yearned for it in the secret, hidden corners of his heart, Tony would never find his soulmate.

The Long Road Home by @ladyshadowdrake:  Maria Stark told her son that the Mark on his wrist meant there was a special someone out there just for him. Sarah Rogers told her son that his soulmate was waiting for him, and he needed to be strong for them.Neither of them ever mentioned what to do if that soulmate just doesn’t want them.

Our Weight in Gold by @stark-spangled-lovers:  It was every cliché he’d ever heard about. Every sappy thing they wrote down in the magazines, every single thing he had always hated about the myth. It was as though he had experienced life without sight, and was suddenly bombarded by a storm of color. It was all-consuming, and rushing through his veins like molten lava, like his whole existence was suddenly filled with sunlight. A door opened, and a myriad of emotions stormed through his body: confusion, disbelief, loneliness, and so much fierce determination that it almost knocked Tony off his feet. And he understood then, understood that these emotions weren’t his. They were Rogers’.This is a story about fate, self-doubt, choice and eventually—love.

Multitude of One by @nostalgicatsea:   “So was I,” his soulmate would tell him one day, and what it would mean was that they loved him.  (Note:  This isn’t exactly happy, as it is CACW, but I’m an optimist and I loved it, so…yeah)

The Heavens Tumble Darling, and I’m– by @chibisquirt:  For most of Steve’s life, he’d been certain he was going to meet his soulmate by pissing him off. (Almost certainly a him, although the occasion of the WACs did cause Steve’s heart to stutter for more reasons than just the look of a girl in uniform.) He was sure that the conversation would go something like—“Something something (probably something sassy), Mr. Soulmate.”“Captain,” Capt. Soulmate would correct him.Because that was all it said: Just “CAPTAIN”, all caps, no punctuation, in dark block letters that looked simultaneously angry and precise. So he could probably be forgiven for assuming that it was a correction for a misapplied form of address; after all, it couldn’t be someone addressing him as Captain, could it?  Aha.   Ahahahaha.  Life was very funny.

The Truth of It by nightwalker:  You can’t lie to your soulmate, everyone knows that. Tony’s always thought it was just hype until he tries to sass Steve and the words freeze in his throat.

There You Are (I’ve Been Looking for You) by @izazov (WIP):  When Tony Stark meets Steve Rogers it’s hardly love at first sight. The fact the guy turns out to be his soulmate doesn’t change it in the least.

Captain & Mr. Stark by wisia:   In a world where your soulmates’ first words are etched onto your skin, Tony despairs. Because his words are “Mr. Stark” and everyone calls him that.

Like Sunlight by sara_holmes:  Steve is used to the way it feels by now; a strange but gentle tugging connection under his sternum, warm tingles in his skin whenever they touch. That is, until Tony gets himself kidnapped. Then it kinda feels more like someone is trying to wrench his heart out through his ribcage.

Time Bomb by @winterstar95;  Soulmates might be the way for the universe to balance itself out, but Steve and Tony aren’t sure about the end result.

Do It Over by @sineala:   The last words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin, and you won’t know who they are until they die. The thing is, Steve and Tony die a lot.

Follow in Your Footsteps by @sineala:  When Tony is twelve, his soulmate’s name appears on his wrist. Unfortunately, it’s hard to find out anything at all about Steve Rogers.It turns out there’s a reason for that.

Slipping Off the Page Into Your Hands by @sineala:   Soulmates have their first words to each other written on their wrists. This should make it easy. For Steve and Tony, it is anything but. Steve’s problem is that the future he has awoken into is nothing he was ever expecting: he has a soulmate now. Who might be a robot. And if his soulmate is Iron Man, how can he be so attracted to Tony Stark? It should be impossible. Tony’s problem is that he is Iron Man, his soulmate is a man whom he in no way deserves, and he is going to fight everything in his heart and do his best to make sure Steve never, ever finds out the whole truth.

Visible At Last by @awesomeavocadolove:   Based in a world where everyone has a soulmate’s name written on their arm – but not visible to the world until they touch.

And, finally, my own attempt at soulmates:

Hiraeth:  “Do you believe the universe fights for souls to be together?” Tony asked, trying to keep his voice steady and tell himself the answer wasn’t everything.

“Traditions” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2,742

Carl Grimes x Reader, Maggie and Glenn x Adopted Daughter Reader

Summary: When you and Carl sneak out of Alexandria to “explore”, you find more than you bargained for in an abandoned house.

Warning: Fluff, drug use (marijuana), mentions of sex, implied smut, language, angry parents lol

Originally posted by monasax


“Are we still meeting up tonight?” You ask Carl as you hold Judith, bouncing her up and down on your hip.

“Yeah. We just have to be more careful this time. My dad almost caught me sneaking back in last time.” Carl says, taking Judith from your hands.

You and Carl had been dating ever since you got to Alexandria, and ever since you two got here, you’d sneak out a few times a week to go “exploring” outside of the walls. More often than not, you’d end up just going to the cabin that was a few miles outside of Alexandria to have sex, but occasionally you two actually went exploring around the abandoned neighborhoods. It was sort of a tradition now.

“I’m surprised I haven’t got caught yet. Maggie and Glenn are always up at random hours of the night for god knows why.” You respond. You and your parents were a part of Rick’s group ever since the beginning, but they had gotten killed during the attack of Hershel’s farm. Ever since then, Glenn and Maggie have acted as parents towards you, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“Probably because they want to wait until you’re asleep to-“

“Ah, stop there.” You put a finger to Carl’s lips, making him laugh. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“If you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be having it.” Carl said in a mocking tone, repeating what Maggie had once told the two of you when she had walked in on a rather heated moment.

“Ah, shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes.

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(god is here and he is crying because
i do not want him. i have never wanted him.
i do not want his castles unless there are flowers
and i did not see a single flower among
the pews and therefore did not think
that the vines worshiped him.)

imagine: a girl who kneels on hardwood head
bent listening to condemnation daydreaming
about walking away and letting flowers
bloom in her wake.

imagine: a girl being told that god made
us all just as we were meant to be so we could
do as he wished.

imagine: a girl who didn’t easily take to being
told what to do spitfire when someone older
or taller than her tried to bend her to their will.

imagine: a girl wondering if god made her
to disobey her way straight into hell or if
god just didn’t exist or maybe god just didn’t create her.

imagine: a girl created by something else more
feral and fleeting and feminine to spite god
and his shining heroism.

imagine: a girl leaving church and never walking
back because what is there but a casket ready
to bury her without the decency of flowers to mark her grave.

jocelyn

I’m falling.

The ground hasn’t left my feet for that long when I start remembering. Remembering how it all felt. Remembering what life was like. The fall looked so short, yet it’s the longest time I’ve ever really had to think. I think about this life. I think about what I’ve done, what’s happened, for me to get to this point.

It started all the way back when I met her, didn’t it? It all started when I met Adriana.

She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever met. Soft brown eyes, dark hair, high cheekbones and a beautiful smile. She stood up in that first class we ever had in school, and she was asking the teacher where the blue crayon was for that sheet we were colouring on. No, we were drawing our families. That was it. We were drawing our families.

My drawing wasn’t done very quickly. I had my mother, my father, my cat and my brother. They were all different colours, the sky coloured in a light bluish-green with a yellow sun wearing sunglasses up in the corner. She didn’t speak to me. She didn’t speak to anyone. Her high, clear voice was only heard when she asked our teacher where the blue crayon was.

Of course I didn’t love her then. I was too young. I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into, though, when I sat beside her. I asked her what her family was like, and she told me her mother died when she was born. It was only her, her dad, and her dog, Pickle. But she loved them more than anything. I didn’t know how to feel about that. My parents were always so busy whenever they went to work and came back home. My brother was always doing homework. The cat was always sleeping. I never had a connection with them, the same way Adriana had with her dad and with her dog.

I met Adriana’s dad, actually. Joseph is a kind man, with brown eyes like his daughter, and greyed hair from the stress of taking care of her. I grew up with her. I became her best friend.

That was my mistake, of course. It’s always the same story. The guy falls for the girl, and eventually, she falls for him, too.

And she did. Adriana fell for me, the same way I fell for her, and she and I were together when we turned sixteen. On my sixteenth birthday, she kissed me, and I kissed her. It was horribly awkward. Neither of us really knew what we were doing, but we both started laughing. It marked a promise that we made one another. I had gotten her. Now, I decided, I was ready to keep her.

Adriana was always so perfect- even if it was just to me. She would sleep with her mouth slightly ajar, quiet snores leaving her mouth as she slept, and her eyelashes fluttered. She would snort when she laughed. She was tall and willowy, a dancer, and she would always practise outside while I would read my books. Her voice deepened over the years, but stayed clear and strong, and she was wonderful.

We got married in autumn. The trees were red and orange, her favourite colours, and to commemorate our marriage, she and I drew another picture, just like the day we first met. Our new families. She kept it in her purse.

It came to an end the day she collapsed for the first time.

It was just a few headaches. That’s all we thought it was. A few headaches that came with the stresses of a new job, of a new life. We didn’t know it was anything serious. She took an ibuprofen, and moved on. But then it didn’t stop. She kept getting headaches.

She collapsed in the kitchen one night, while cooking dinner. I called an ambulance, then her father, while trying desperately to revive her, but it was no use. She wouldn’t wake up.

Joseph told me it was exactly how it had happened to her mother.

I tried to act like everything was normal. So did she. We both went along our way, trying hard to let it never bother us. She and I would drive to the hospital, getting to the chemotherapy treatment centres. I held her hair back when she vomited. I hugged her when she cried because of how much pain she was in. I held her hand until they took her in for her surgery, but it didn’t change anything. Her body was failing her.

No matter how quickly her emotional state deteriorated, I could see her body deteriorating faster. What was originally just thin became emaciated, and what was once pale became sallow. She was breaking apart in front of me, and she hated it more than any of the rest of us did. She hated looking weak in front of us. She hated not being able to dance. She hated not being allowed to go outside anymore.

The last day didn’t feel like it would be the last day. She was walking to the sink in her hospital room, when she fell. Tripped over her own feet, it seemed. But she didn’t get back up. She was bleeding. I yelled for a nurse, but even I knew it was too late. Her eyes were closed. Her chest wasn’t moving. Her heart wasn’t beating.

She was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.
So I walked. I walked from the hospital. I ignored Chase, who cried, and asked me to stay. No. I had matters to attend to.

I went home first. Wrote a note detailing her funeral. It was to have tiger lilies, pink ones. Her favourite music playing softly from the speakers. A white casket. A beautiful dress, the colours of the sunset. I found the drawing we had drawn of ourselves when we had gotten married, and I tore it in half. Holding her half, I left my half on the kitchen table.

I walked to the bridge near our home. The bridge we had kissed on the night I asked her to marry me. I remembered that I had made the most of what life I had been given. I loved her. That was all that I did, and it was all that had mattered to me. And yet, of course, it had been for nothing. It was all relative. Life is worth nothing if everything we work for can be taken in an instant, just like that.

So I jumped.

And now I’m falling.

I’m not too far from the water now. It’s rushing towards me. I feel a pang of regret, suddenly. Perhaps I should have stayed. After all, she would have wanted it that way. She would have wanted me to move on, she would have wanted me to fall in love with someone else and live life to the fullest.

But none of it is worth anything without her.

It’s too late now. I’m not falling anymore.

I’ll see you soon, Adri.

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“In shooting the film, I had to make three characters come alive—not just act alive, but come alive. Mark [Hamill] was incredible. He interpreted the character, gave him depth, he was a true trooper, and he was up to every challenge. Working with Yoda was a real challenge.
Carrie was very young and had not done that much work, but she was very, very bright. I possibly didn’t give her the time I should have—I was thinking of so many things—but I didn’t want to mess with her instincts because she seemed to be an intuitive actress. And she would get into a scene remarkably well so I decided to leave her alone and give her as little instruction as possible. I think it worked—her performance was wonderful.
Harrison had to play a real character with humor, depth, and love for Princess Leia. With him, I could make a simple adjustment here and there and he was very, very good.”

Bts reaction to you coming home with bruises:

Request:  Hi it says in your description that requests are open but I know on my phone sometimes that doesn’t change when you change it so if requests are open can I get the boys reactions to you coming home with bruises bc of your work (for example I work with horses and they bite and kick so I get bruises but it doesn’t have to be that bc I know that’s not very relatable you get me) anyway thank you so much if you do this and sorry if requests are closed

A/ N: Requests are open beautiful thanks for the cute request and please take care of yourself.

Jin:

Originally posted by jjilljj

The worried boyfriend, like before you leave he fusses over taking care of yourself and when you come home he just scolds you before delicately grazing his fingertips over the injuries and getting up to get his first aid box. “you never listen”

Suga:

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Yoongi tries so hard to act indifferent but fails each time like you walk through the door and he skims your skin but he would look away like I don’t particularly care but soon after he walks aver like baby when will you start listening?

J-Hope:

Originally posted by dibidibidismynameisjhope

Omg so loud. When you first walk through the door with new injuries Hoseok will rush over like What happened? Then he starts rambling about how much you should take care of yourself. Getting all worked out just proves he loves you too much.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by jiminings

One look at you and Namjoon let’s out a deep sigh with exasperation. He walks over and asks you for the once again to take care of yourself but you both are really stubborn and you can imagine what happens next.

Jimin:

Originally posted by baby-mochi

“Does it hurt?”
“Not really”

pokes at the bruise and you shriek in pain 

“I thought you said it didn’t hurt” A little tease but in reality he feels physical pain every time you come home like that.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by jhope-shi

“Okay how about I go with you to work tomorrow” Tae suggests for what seems like the millionth time and you say no, per usual. He just tries so hard to protect you when all he can do is stopping you before you leave for work and asks you to take care.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by jeonify

To be honest, he would wonder what job on earth puts someone in so much physical strain and they still cling on to it? But let’s be real here once he sees you all sore and marked be would hold your and looks at you all hurt like again?

What You Did

Pairing: Damien x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst.

Notes: I was writing the next part to ‘Unhealthy obsession” when this popped in my head. And it will be a 4-part series hehehe. 

Originally posted by booperplier

There isn’t much that you remember. Just a loud ringing in your ears and this horrible pain in your abdomen. There was a flash of light, something red, wet - blood maybe. Your’s? You’re not sure. Just that what ever happened caused you to be in this void of a place.

Everything sounded echoed, like the darkness lasted on for miles and miles. Honestly it terrified you, but wherever your turned there were no exit. You wanted out. Wanted to go home.

But no, that was never meant to happen to you, was it?

“Y/N.”

You whip around, facing where that very familiar voice came from. Standing there, with a blue outline was Damien. He looked…different. Full of sorrow and something else that you couldn’t name at the moment. Relief flooded you when you saw him.

“Damien!” Hurried steps later and you’re being held tightly in his arms. But once again, something seems off. “What’s going on here? What happen?”

Damien hesitated to answer you, looking in pain at what was need to say. The words left his lips in a horse whisper. He didn’t want this for you, you didn’t deserve this.

“You’re - We’re - dead.”

You went stiff. Slowly, you pulled away from the man you trusted more then anything, and looked at him. You were dead?

“The colonel sought to that.” Damien paused, shaking his head. Once again, something seemed off as he hesitated. But then he gripped your shoulders tightly. Looking at you with hope and desperation. “But it’s not too late for you - you can still go back.”

“B-but, what about you?”  Silence and a sad smile was your reply. “No!” You shake your head. “I won’t go back, i can’t leave you in this…This place!” As you said this you gestured around you. “ Not with out y-”

“I WILL NOT -!” Damien takes a deep, shaky breath.”I will not lose you…I’ve lost everything thanks to Mark. I will not lose you too.”

You didn’t question what he meant. A part of you already know, and only voice int out loud or asking will only cause more pain to Damien. For a brief moment, you wonder where Celine is.But that thought is soon cast out by Damien’s next words.

“You trust me, right?”

“Unconditionally.”

Once again that odd emotion flashed in his eyes as he hesitated. What was wrong?

“Listen. Y/N. Your body is still out there, as broken as it may be. You - we have the chance to go back. Together.”

“Together?”

He agrees. There was no thinking it over, you wanted to go back. With Damien. His hands move from your shoulders until they were cupping your face gently. He placing a lingering kiss on your forehead, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, finding it too painful to kiss you on your lips - especially with whats planned in his mind right now.

That’s when your vision start to blur, and Damien slowly drifts away. The sound of creaking is heard in the background, along with that high pitched sound you heard when you arrived.

“Everything will be okay. I promise.”

 Next thing you know, you’re waking up in your own body.

When you stand up, you’re greeted by the Colonel, looking and sounding a bit delirious and baffled about you coming back to life. But then came the heart wrenching cries for his friends as he placed Damien’s cane down and he left looking for them. 

You turn towards the cane, and slowly you reach out for it. Hesitating only a moment before carefully holding it in your hand. You never expected for the image of your hand to suddenly change into a male’s hand. A strong pressure overcame you, almost like you were being squeezed in a juicer. 

Then you were look at the image of Damien looking down at his cane. No, not an image. Pain exploded in your chest at this revelation. Your eyes start to burn, voice shouting out to the man in front of you -the one who now has control of our body.  

“No…No, Damien! Don’t do this to me! You promised!” Briefly you get the feeling he can hear you. “ You promised! You said both of us would get out of that place…you said…” You trail off, squeezing your eyes shut before you pounded on the glass. Hoping for something. 

“I trusted you!”

But all you got was blurred vision, hoarse voice and a heavy heart. The glass cracked under your fists against it, once, then twice. Part of it was missing, an opening that you don’t think Damien noticed. Even as he looked up at you, guilt and pain showing for the last time on his face. 

Rage consumed him and he was gone. Along with Everything that could have been. 

“DAMIEN!!”