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Young Justice Batmom: Part 8

AN: It has been forever and a day since I last updated this. I love how it turned out and I’m happy this got voted number one! For those of you who don’t know I held a poll on twitter to decide which series update I should post to day and YJ Batmom won! Make sure to follow me on twitter for more polls, and previews! Click Here to go to my twitter!

This chapter is dedicated to @audreythetealovingcat she’s been working on some super top secret stuff for me, and It’ll be going live soon! Thank you again so much, you continue to astound me!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

    You complete the obstacle course without throwing up, which in your book… is a win. Especially since you’d thrown up the last two times you’d done it. If your father could see you now he’d be screaming.

           Years of physical training had gone down the drain in the years since you’d left your father’s organization and married Bruce. You’d never thought you’d have to fight again, and yet … here you were.

           “You’re getting better.”

           You crack open an eye to stare at your son, he’s balancing on his hands, on top of a ball. For a minute, you consider the possibility of him being part seal. You dismiss this as you heave your upper body into a sitting position. “I’m too old for this stuff.”

           Dick cracks a grin, “You’re in your twenties.”

           You nod, “My point exactly. That, and the fact that my husband is a task master.”

           Your eyes slide over to your husband. He’s standing in the corner writing notes on a clipboard. He glances at you for a second before writing something else down. Then without looking at you he says, “You’re the one who wanted to get back in fighting shape. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and compared to Ra’s, I’m a freaking walk in the park. Now then, let’s go again.”

           You stare at him, “I want a divorce.”

           Dick slumps onto your back, and wraps his arms around your neck, before asking, “I can live with you, right? And Alfred will come with us, right?”

           Bruce smiles at the two of you before dropping the clipboard and rushing both of you. It’s instinct that has you hopping to your feet. Dick’s legs wrap around your waist, and then you’re running.

           You’re at the disadvantage, and you know it. You’re out of shape, and carrying a thirteen-year-old boy on your back. It’s honestly amazing that you last as long as you do. Bruce takes both of you down while taking the brunt of the fall.

           The three of you collapse in a laughing heap and just lay there. Dick is sandwiched in-between the two of you when he laughs, “We should do this more often.”

           You sigh, “Some families do a game night.”

           Bruce and Dick look at each other for a minute before shaking their heads and saying, “Nah.”

           You roll your eyes and hop to your feet, “Well I am going to go take a shower.”

           Bruce sits up, “What are you talking about, you still have laps to do. You didn’t beat your obstacle course time.”

           You glare at him, “You want to go back to being a billionaire playboy, don’t you?”

           “If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t even entertain that thought.” Alfred says as he enters the gym. “I worked long and hard to put the idea of lifelong companionship in his mind, and I refuse to go back to bimbos walking around in his dress shirts.”

           You glance at your husband, “When the hell did that happen? We got together when we were twenty. After you’d been training for two years.”

           Bruce winces, “I was sixteen, and he was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend.”

           Alfred rolls his eyes, “Like I was going to be that stupid.”

           You stare at your husband, and he stares back, before he says, “How about I forget about the laps, and we stay married.”

           You smile, “Okay, but only for Alfred’s sake.” You lean down and kiss your husband, when you pull back you whisper in his ear, “And maybe a bit for my own as well.”

           He pulls you back down for another kiss, before whispering, “Do you want some company?”

           You glance over at Dick who’s on the parallel bars, “Well we certainly wouldn’t be missed.”

           You grin at each other when the alarm goes off. He growls and you frown. Dick dismounts and simply says, “Let’s go guys.”

    You and Dick head straight for the Mountain while Bruce changes into his gear. You don’t bother with the mask or changing. At this point, the secret’s out, and you could not care less. You watch your son spar with Kaldur, and you find the Artemis at your side a moment later.

    “Hi Mrs. Wayne.”

    You smile at the girl, “Hello, Artemis.”

    The archer smiles back, “Why do you look like you’ve spent the morning getting your butt kicked.”

    You sigh, “Because I live with bullies, and I am waaay out of practice.”

    Artemis chuckles and takes a seat next to you, “So it’s possible to lose the skills, then?”

    You shrug, “I wish that were the case. Instead it seems to be more along the lines of they’re in hibernation. Then I find myself pinned and they seem to wake up a little at a time, and then my body just moves.”

    “Self preservation wins out.”

    You nod, “It would seem so.”

    There’s a moment of silence before she asks, “So does this mean you’re joining the Team or the League?”

    You snort out a laugh, “Neither. I’m a reserve member. I only go if they need me.”

    “Do you have a costume?”

    Your eye twitches, “I don’t do tights.”

    She laughs as Bruce enters, and you follow the kids to the command center. By the end of the briefing your eye is twitching, and you’re radiating anger. No one seems willing to approach you, with the exception of Bruce, and even he seems hesitant.

    “Y/N,” He says slowly.

    “Don’t you dare try to keep me from going, Bruce Wayne.” He winces at the use of his name.

    He tries again, “Y/N…”

    “I hate that damn clown, I hate him with everything I have. He needs to be put down, and I don’t want my kids near him.” Bruce stares at you, and your eyes narrow, “What?”

    “Two things. One we don’t kill, and two when did we get ‘kids’? Last time I checked we had a kid. Singular, not plural.”

    You roll your eyes, “The minute I became den mother those kids became ours. I’ve already dealt with the Joker hurting Dick once, I refuse to see it happen again.”

    “He knows the risk. We all do.”

    “He’s thirteen Bruce.”

    “And what could you do at thirteen?”

    “That’s a different situation.”


    “I was raised by an immortal psychopath who thought it was fun to pit his children against each other.”

    Bruce hesitates for a minute, “What would you suggest?”

    “Send two of the League with them, and I can help the League.”

    Bruce stares at you, “You’ve only been training for …”

    “My whole life Bruce. I’ve been training for my entire life. I’m rusty, I won’t deny that, but I can help take down some plants.”

    He stares at you in contemplation, before sighing. Then he lifts his finger to his earpiece and says, “There’s been a change of plans, Hell Cat and I are going with the Team.” There’s a moment of silence before he barks back, “Of course I’m sure. I’d be next to useless against giant plants. Batman out.”

    You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll go suit up.”

    Dick is less thrilled than you are by the news. “I can’t believe my parents are going on a mission with me! I’m thirteen, I don’t need a babysitter.

    You scoff from your seat in the bio ship, “Richard Grayson, get your temper tantrum under control now, or you can wait in the ship.”

    His head turns to stare at you with the use of his full name, “MOM!”

    You raise an eyebrow, and stare back before he relents and slumps into his seat, “Let’s get one thing straight. The minute I became den mother you all became my kids. This mission is an active fight against high level villains, and I’ll be damned if I let some stupid clown hurt my kids.”

    The kids turn to face you, a bit surprised by your declaration, but no one protests. There’s several moments of silence before Bruce says, “Looks like your days of being an only child are over kid.” There’s a stunned silence before the ship bursts out in laughter.

    The mission is hard, and by the end you want nothing to do with swamps, bugs, or plants ever again. In fact, you’re even considering sabotaging Alfred’s ficus. But you consider it worth it to see Bruce punch out the clown, especially after he went after your baby with a knife.

    “Wow those mosquitos really did a number on you.” Artemis smirks.

    You try to resist the urge to scratch one of the numerous bites on your skin, “Yeah, I can’t leave the house without being doused in bug spray during the summer. Mosquitoes flock to me.”

    “You need a better suit.”

    “Oh, I have ideas for that!” M’Gann calls from the other side of the room. And before you know it the rest of the kids are all pitching in their ideas, before Kaldur says loudly, “Perhaps we should let our mother have some say.”

    You blink owlishly for a moment before, M’Gann says, “Well, Mom?”

    Artemis nudges you with her elbow, “Aunt Y/N?”

    Wally and Dick grin at you, and then Conner too asks, “Mom?”

    You glance at Bruce over their heads and he smiles at you. Smiling you open your arms and say, “We’ll talk about it later. For now, group hug!”

    Then you’re surrounded by your kids. You glance at Dick who’s hanging off your back, and he simply smiles and says, “I guess we’re one big happy family now.”

    You smile and say, “You’re still my baby.”

    He just groans.

Who Is That On Your Instagram?

Jace looked at the photo one more time, a huge smile making his jaw almost ache. He’d been smiling so much more than usual lately and he knew the reason why. Making sure he copied it before he cropped it carefully, he made a small adjustment to the brightness and posted it to his Instagram with the caption ‘there is no stopping this smile’ adding the wink emoji as a secret message.

He hoped it was vague enough to not rile suspicion, Jace wasn’t ashamed, not in the least, he just wanted to keep this bit of happiness to himself for a little longer. Two minutes later his phone was ringing.

“Iz?”, he answered, “Everything alright?”

“Who is that?, she blurted, her voice full of accusation

“Who is who?”

Jace had no idea what his sister was on about now, but she’d always been the nosy one. His mind hadn’t found the connection to what he’d done to warrant her question, that was until she connected the dots for him.

“Who is that on your Instagram?”.

Oh boy, he thought, so much for keeping it to himself. But how did she notice, he was sure he was being so slick. It must have been that caption, he was so stupid and mentally kicked himself. 

“What are you talking about, Iz? I posted a selfie”, he tried to redirect her playing innocent.

“And the arm around you?”, the accusatory and curious tone back. 

Okay so it wasn’t the caption.

“It’s a friend”.

“And you cropped them out why?”

“To be polite and not post their photo in case they don’t want to be on social media”.

“So considerate”, she patronized, and he knew she had to be rolling her eyes. “Do I know this friend?”

“NO”, Jace spoke a bit loud but it was too late now. 

“Oh really, that’s funny because Clary could have sworn that watch your friend is wearing is the one she bought for Simon last Hanukkah. And I’m pretty sure I got him a checked blue button down for his birthday, I think your friend is wearing a similar shirt. How funny is that?”

“Hilarious”, Jace deadpanned although his stomach felt nervous like it was flipping around in his gut.

“Even funnier is that Simon told Clary he was going on a date last night. When she asked if it was a first date he said no, and told her he really likes the guy a lot. Also pretty hilarious is that you’ve been kinda busy lately, and - um - smiling more”, she sounded so very smug in her assessment. 

Check and mate, Izzy knew it, her tone of voice said as much, he knew it too. Busted, no way out now, perhaps it was time for him to let everyone in on why he was so happy lately. It wasn’t a bad thing, he really cared a lot about Simon, he even let himself think the word ‘love’ once or twice. 

“Okay”, he huffed in resignation. “It’s Simon”

The squeal on the other end of the phone had Jace pulling it far from his ear. 

“I knew you were seeing someone, but Simon? Oh my god this is too cute”.

“Can you calm down please, Iz”, Jace sighed. 

“So it is Simon?”, a third voice came muffled over the phone from Isabelle’s end.

“Let me guess, Clary is with you?”. 

“Of course”, Isabelle answered like he was ridiculous.

“Okay so I’m glad you two figured it out, but can you keep it to yourselves for now. I really like him too, and I just want to enjoy this before everyone starts freaking out over it”.

“Too late”, Clary giggled in the background.

“Too late, what? Iz what did you do?”.

“Your notifications are about to blow up. Alright bye love you see you later”

“Iz? Izzy? Isabelle what do you mean?”.

It was too late she’d ended the call, and then Jace’s phone started buzzing and chiming incessantly. He had a bunch of missed texts from Alec, Magnus and Raphael, but his Instagram was going off. 

Opening the app he checked his last post and saw Izzy’s comment. 

Oh fuck she didn’t.

‘Hi Simon, you two are so cute. Congrats big brother you landed a good one’ To add extra emphasis she plastered two lines of different color hearts and the heart eyes emoji .

The resulting comments were his friends and family in varying states of shock or delight, a bunch were congratulatory, some hilariously rude, and then there was Simon’s comment. It was life buoy in a sea of insanity, and Jace couldn’t help but let the smile take over yet again. 

‘Cats out of the bag, huh Jace? Congrats to me, I landed a gorgeous one’ with the kiss emoji following. 

Jace ignored every other comment and only answered one, the only one that mattered.

‘There is no stopping that smile because you’re so damn cute ’

The annoying ‘awwwwwwwwww’ Clary commented with right after made Jace roll his eyes but he didn’t care because he’d be meeting his boyfriend, Simon for a lunch date in thirty minutes. But before he could leave, Jace decided to make another post, this time he shared the full photo. Simon was looking at him with the sweetest look on his face, and that is what made Jace smile.

|| The New Girl ||

{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

this whole story was inspired by a snippet in an ign article that i screencapped and posted yesterday x))))) it was the best prompt for me and i just had to write something short and sweet for it!

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I’m Gonna Woo You (Dean x Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Length: 2226+ words

TW: Mentions of kids dying 

A/N: This may be the last Dean fic I’m posting in a while (even though I have 3 WIPs. I have a lot in WIP/Drafts, but I wanna post some more Hamilton fics + Dreamer (Series) before I post anymore Dean stuff. So enjoy some more Dean fluff~ 

You had just broken up with your boyfriend. It was amicable. The distance was never a problem, but mentally you guys just weren’t invested in the relationship anymore. Then he told you he found another huntress that he really likes, and the moment he thought he liked her, he told you about it. You respected the fact that he was truthful to you, and you gave them their blessing- even going as far to make sure that he knew he still had a friend in you. When you told Dean about it, you were catching up over a drink in Lebanon where you knew he, and his brother resided.

You, and the Winchesters had known each other for two years, on a vampire hunt that you were checking out. He, and his brother were there first so they had dibs on the case, but they told you that you could stay, and help them, which turned out for the best because the pack was bigger than researched. Ever since then, you’ve stayed in touch with the Winchesters. Once in awhile you would ask them a few hunting questions, and vice versa. Soon, the texts were occurring more and more- especially with the oldest Winchester. The messages were becoming personal, and after that it became habitual for the two of you to exchange information on your latest hunts. If the two of you were close enough, it was a silent agreement that you guys would visit. It was a nice, comforting relationship.

“So, that’s what I’ve been up to. What about you, Dean? Anything new?” you asked, putting a hand on his arm.

He swirled the drink in his hand, staring at it intently. Finally, he exhaled. “Listen, sweetheart, I have shit timing, but I just need to say it.”

Dean paused, and you raised your eyebrow, wondering what he could possibly be telling you.

“I like you,” he blurted out. “A lot.”

“Oh.” It was your turn to be silenced. Your relationship with Dean was amazing, and of course you would consider dating him. He was handsome, kind, intelligent, strong, and an overall amazing person, and most importantly, he made you happy. “Wow.”

“You don’t have to say anything- We could just forget this ever happened,” he said quickly, his shoulder already dropping in disappointment.

“You should really give me a second here, Winchester. You kinda blindsided me,” you teased playfully. “I like you too.”

His gaze snapped to meet yours. “You don’t have to say it just because-”

“Oh, hush, Dean. Let me finish. You’re an amazing guy, and nothing would make me happier right now than to give us a chance, but-”

His face looked crestfallen, and you couldn’t help but reach out to caress his cheek.

“But I don’t want you to feel like you’re a rebound guy. You don’t deserve that. So I’m going to woo you.”

“What?’ he asked with a laugh, thinking you were joking. But you were not.

“I’m serious! I’m going to woo you. I’m gonna hang out with you, flirt with you, make more sexual comments than we have already, and-”

“You really don’t have to do that,” he said sincerely.

“I want to. You deserve to be treated right, and I’m going to make sure you know I want you as much as you want me.”

“And how do you know how much I want you?” His smile turned into a smirk as he leaned closer.

“Easy. I’ll just look down at your crotch.”

He threw his head back in laughter. “Alright, sweetheart. Do your best. Woo me.”

“Prepare to fall in love with me, Winchester.” You nudged your elbow on his ribs, missing the look he gave you.

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tim shepard headcanons
  • the shepards are latinx!
  • tim & curly both get their curly hair from their dad
  • curly is tim’s mini-me
  • takes such pride in his scars & will absolutely tell each one’s story to anyone who asks
  • not necessarily a neat freak but everything must be left in the spot where he put it
  • his pancakes are the BEST, angel & curly always wake him up before school to make them
  • “get the fuck outta my room” 
  • “but tuesday is pancake day, timmy!!” 
  • always mumbling stuff under his breath
  • If Looks Could Kill™
  • when he’s mad his voice gets so low and it is terrifying
  • so so smart, no one gives him enough credit
  • always has a cigarette between his lips

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It’s Been Years ~ Jack Maynrd (Smut)

.Characters: Jack Maynard X Reader X Justin Bieber

Word count: 2468

Summary: What happened last night?

Requested: Part four

Warning: There is high smut and with gifs. If you are uncomfortable with reading about taking weed or reading smut with gifs, I recommend not to read this and if you want me to post this with out smut or drugs I will. I mean it, this is some kinky shit.

Not my gifs

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Groaning you let your eyes flutter open to the sound of loud laughter, blinking a couple of times your surroundings came clearer. It was a couple of minutes later when you realised your head was not on a pillow but a bare chest.

Now usually you wouldn’t freak out but this chest was very bare.

And when you say very bare, you mean it was tattoo less.

It wasn’t Justin’s.

Panic raised up in you, now only noticing you were naked but it all disappeared when you saw the familiar skull tattoo on the arm that was slung across your waist. Lifting your head up from the chest, your eyes locked on the beautiful face of Jack Maynard.

A small grin spread across your face as you traced over every one of his features, he truly was beautiful.

That’s when last night came rushing to you.

It had been of hours since you had run into your old best friends and now they and their friends were all sat in a circle on the floor in yours and Justin’s house. You were sat in between Justin and Conor laughing and talking when Caspar suggest playing Never Have I ever so ‘we can all get to know each other’ he had said.

So here you were a shot in front of you smirking at all the boys, “Never have I ever kissed the opposite sex.” Yourself, Josh and Jack all took a shot.

“Who did you guys kiss?” Conor at the embarrassed look on Josh’s face.

“Each other.” Josh muttered pointing in-between himself and the younger Maynard, causing everyone to burst into laughter. “We were drunk!”

Once everyone calmed down they all looked towards you, “I have kissed Kendall, many of times.” You smirked at all the boys faces and Jack’s face was the best. He looked like he had just hit the jackpot/

“Oh and what a pleasant sight there were baby.” Justin laughed throwing his arm around your shoulder.

“Okay, okay. Never have I ever had a threesome.” Conor laughed, causing you, Justin, Jack and Joe to all drink.

“Details or it didn’t happen.” Mikey laughed.

“Just two girls mate.” Both Joe and Jack said.

“Me, Y/N, Kendall, Me, Y/n and numerous of girls.” Justin smirked and fist bumped Conor.

You looked around the circle and your eyes locked on Jacks who was staring at you in wonder, ‘Did you really?’ he mouthed. Nodding your head, a smirk grew across his face. He never knew his innocent nerdy old best friend become the person she become today.

“Okay, never have I ever taken drugs.” When the words slipped Joe’s mouth he instantly threw his hand over it. Everyone was staring wide eyed at the boy besides you and Justin who shrugged at each other and both took a shot of your drink.

“You’ve taken drugs!” Conor shouted, causing the attention to be out on you.

“Well yeah?” You questioned staring at the boy who looked wide-eyed at you.

“When.” Jack’s voice broke the silence, if you listened carefully you could hint the lace of anger and disappointment.

“It was only weed.” You shrugged at him, “Oh and I tried that shit Jay used to take.”

“I never let her take anything else.” Justin said, “Like I said, I care for Y/N I wasn’t letting her to follow the same root I was taking.”

“But wait, doesn’t that mean she was with you when you got arrested?” Oli questioned.

Justin looked at you and you slowly nodded your head, “I was in the car with Justin but because I was only on weed and wasn’t driving they never arrested me but I paid a fine. I didn’t have to be tested or taken to court like Jay and Za were. Although I did have my picture taken but fair play it came out pretty good.”

“After that I never let her go down the same road I was going; it wasn’t fair on her.” Justin said staring at Conor and Jack who seemed to be most worried.

It was awkward for a few minutes before Joe broke it, “I’m going to go to bed, do you think you can show us our rooms please?”

Justin chuckled standing up, “Sure but you’re going to have to pair up.”

All the boys said goodnight to you besides Conor and Jack whom were still sat down, “Can we have a us day tomorrow?” Conor asked.

“Hell yeah.” You spoke standing up slowly along with brothers, “I missed you guys and we need to have as many us days as we can.”

Conor wrapped his arms around, “I missed you so much, I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

“Yep, here let me take you guys to your rooms.” You smiled walking up the stairs and taking them down a left corridor where you spotted Josh leaning outside one of the doors, “Is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeh. Justin said one of boys is going to have to stay in your room.” Josh smiled tiredly at the three of you.

 Behind your back Jack already said he would before Conor could, making the older Maynard smirk. “Hey, I’ll go with Josh.” Conor said smirking walking past you and into the room Josh was in.

“Looks like your sharing with me babyJ.” You smiled at the boy before you, who still managed to take your breath away.

“Looks like we are Munchkin.” Jack smiled back. Walking slowly towards you he grabbed your hand and lean closer to your face, his lips going straight to your ear. “Show me the room baby.”

The way he spoke sent sparks straight to you core, tugging his hand you lead him to another stair case and made your way to your room. Pushing your door open you lead yourself and Jack in the room, Jack looked around your room and slowly made his way to the bed.

“I hope you don’t mind me sleeping in boxers.” The boy smirked watching as you froze in your tracks while heading to some drawers.

“I hope you don’t mind me smoking.” You replied pulling out some weed from your drawers turning to face Jack. “I also hope you don’t mind me sleeping in my underwear too.”

You walked forward to the bed and put the weed on the bed next to Jack who looked down at in with slight hesitant. “I’ve never been around someone who smoked this.” He muttered still looking at the weed.

“Do you want to try it?” You asked, slipping off your dress leaving you in a black lace set. Noticing the look on Jacks face you crawled onto the bed and lifted his chin up to see you, “You don’t have to.” You whispered.

Jack looked into yours eyes before looking down towards your body and nearly let a moan slip at the look of you, “I’ll try it.” He whispered back.

However, you didn’t catch the way he said it. He would try the weed but he would also try you.

You grinned crawling up the bed so your back was resting against the headboard, getting the idea Jack stood up and started stripping before sitting up next to you.

Whilst he was stripping you managed to roll a blunt and light it up, “Okay just follow my lead. Inhale, hold, exhale, breath.”

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Jack drank in your appearance as you took a puff from the blunt and he thought it was the sexiest thing he has ever seen. He snapped out his lust phrase when you passed him the blunt, following what you said he took a hit. Once he exhaled he started coughing.

“I don’t think I can do that without coughing.” He wheezed passing you the blunt back.

“Here let me shotgun you.” You smiled hitting the blunt and before he could ask what does shot gunning mean.

You kissed him

Jack kissed back with twice as much effort and when he felt something get pushed into his mouth, he realised what it was and broke apart blowing out before going back to kissing you.

Pulling back, you lazily grinned at Jack who lazily grinned back, you took a hit of the blunt passed it to Jack. “Think you can this now?”

Jack looked at the smirk on your face and felt himself smirking back, “Oh god yes.” And with that he took a hit as your lips found his neck.

Your lips travelled up and down his neck biting and sucking until you found that special spot that made Jack’s body jolt. “Munchkin.” Jack moaned as you straddled him to carry on with your assault on his neck.

Leaning back, you smirked at the purple marks all over Jacks neck before lean back and watching him blow smoke into you face. Silently he passed you the blunt and just like that he had flipped both of you over and started trailing kisses down your neck and down the valley of your breasts.

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Jack looked up at you as he kissed the top right of your breast, he watched the smoke leave your mouth, the way your eyes were glazed with lust; just like his. “Put down baby.” He lowly spoke kissing around the curve of your bra.

You put the blunt on the ash tray next to your bed and looked back down at Jack, “Hands on the headboard.” He spoke again leaning up so he was sat up straight. You stared at him in shock not knowing what he meant and well he wasn’t happy with this. Growling he roughly grabbed your hands and held them up against your metal headboard, with another hand he reached down the end of the bed and grabbed his t-shirt.

Jack crawled up your body and you noticed his crotch was directly in front of you and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of his throbbing dick in his boxers. “You like what you see?” he asked taking your hands in his again and wrapping his shirt around your hands. He backed away a little bit, so he lowers himself, his face was at the same height as yours and all you wanted to do was kiss him.

So that’s what you tried to do.

You moved your head up but he was faster and backed away, only a little bit but enough that you couldn’t reach. Whining you moved your head up again and watched as Jack smirked, leaning his head down he trailed his lips over your check to your ear and whispered lowly in your ear, “I hope you don’t have any love to this bra.”

With that he backs up and his hands came down to your bra and ripped it off your body. You had no time to react though, as his mouth came crashing down on your breast making a pornographic moan leave your lips. He circled your nipple with tongue before gently biting onto it, once he was satisfied he moved other to your other breast and did exact same thing to it.

“Jack.” You moaned but it turned into a whine when Jack lift his head up and looked you dead in your eyes.

“That’s not my name baby girl.” You looked at him in confusion and slight lust as his lips were right above yours, “It’s Daddy.”

His lips crashed down onto yours and moaned into the kiss, his tongue pushed into your mouth and you both fought for dominance. Even though you both knew who really was the dominance one.

As you were kissing his hand travelled down towards your clit but never reached it, only tracing the outline of your thong. “Are you wet for me?” He whispered against your lips.

“Yes daddy.”

“Hm… well I’ll have to find out.” Jack kissed you once more time, before backing away till he was in between your legs. Jack harshly pressed his right hand on your pussy, rubbing your clit through the thong. You moaned aloud in pleasure at his roughness. “Someone is dripping wet.” He muttered.

Ripping your thong off, he stood up and ripped his boxers off as well, “I need you right now.” He got back on the bed and in a matter of second pushed himself into you.

“Daddy!” You shouted feeling him ramming himself in you.

“So fucking tight baby.” Jack growled out with every thrust.

With his left hand he placed it onto your left leg and onto his shoulder, lightly hovering over you, his right hand found her right nipple, harshly tugging onto it. Jack was going faster and faster and you don’t know how long you can carry on.  

Tugging onto his t-shirt you let out a moan, “Let me touch you.”

“No can do babydoll.” Jack smirked his thrust getting hard and harder as he felt his orgasm coming, “Tell me your close.”

Jack pulled back and thrusted hard into you and hit your g-spot, a couple more strokes you will be done. “Daddy, I’m close.”

Jack noticed you gripping hard onto his t-shirt with your eyes sealed closed and smirked, he brought his hand down and wrapped his fingers around your throat. “Open your eyes baby.”

You shook your head, physically can’t open your eyes. You felt Jack fumbling with his t-shirt and soon enough your hands were free, you wrapped it around his back and dragged your nails down.

“Open your eyes baby girl.” Jack muttered again, when he felt you clenching around him. “Open. Your. Eyes.” You opened your eyes and you locked eyes with Jack, “Come for your daddy.”

Jack thrust into you once more and you started shaking feeling the wetness pool inside you explode all over Jack, you hand wrapped around Jacks as you felt his hips start to stutter.

“Come for me daddy.” Just as the words left your mouth, Jack moaned loudly collapsing down on to you as he hit his orgasm moaning your name.

Jack rolled himself onto his back as you both breathed heavily. It was quite the only sound was your breaths coming out in before you started chuckling softly, “I never knew you had a daddy kink.”

Jack laughed turning his face to face you, “I blame the weed, it brings out all the kinks in me.”

You rolled over putting your head on his as his arm wrapped around your body, “I’ve missed you so much babyJ. I’m so sorry for leaving and not saying anything.”

“I missed you too munchkin, It’s okay we will talk about in the morning okay?” Jack whispered kissing your head.

You nodded your head, your eyes closing and breath getting slower. Just before you drifted you heard Jack mumble something, you couldn’t quite hear.

Don’t mess with the Joneses - brother!jughead

Words: 1555

Warnings: Cursing, the whole playbook thing, cute siblings

Request: Hey! I really love your works, they’re all amazing! 
I was wondering if I could request an imagine where the reader is Jughead’s sister (twin or younger, whichever you prefer) and when Betty found the playbook Y/N’s name was in it but not beside any boy’s name yet (she never dated) however, when Jughead complains about his sister going on a date with one of the jocks, Veronica shows him a picture of the playbook and he gets really overprotective and the next day at school he hits the guy or something and then Brother/Sister fluff maybe??? @allkindofimaginesmultifandoms
Thank you

 A/N: Ok, this was adorable to write. The whole idea of the playbook disgusts me. Personally, I’m in love with Jughead so it was kinda odd and hard to veer away from romantic relations with Jughead to sibling Juggie so I hope I did it justice. There are also hints to bughead in this so if you don’t like it that’s fine but don’t give out about it. :)

    “Hey guys, get in here. Trev was right, they didn’t even bother to hide it.” Betty Cooper turned around to the rest of her investigative crew to show them her findings. Opening the book, all the girls peaked over her shoulder to have a look at the mythological playbook.

“New girl? Is that what I’m reduced to? 9 points.” Veronica Lodge scoffed at the disgusting lies.

“Better than ‘Big girl’, 7.5.” Ethel sounded dejected at the recent discovery.

“Polly’s name is in this book, next to Jason’s.” Betty started to tear up at seeing her sister’s name next to the murdered boy’s.

“I’m so sorry Betty.” Veronica patted her friend’s shoulder.

“This isn’t – Jason would never -“ Cheryl was cut off by a furious Betty.

“It’s right there Cheryl – God! Your brother hurt my sister!” Betty rounded on the Blossom girl, but was soon cut off by Veronica.

“B, look. Just under Ethel’s name. Y/N Jones, but there’s no football players name next to it.” Veronica had gotten to know the other Jones very well, as her and Jughead were both part of the Sad Breakfast Club.

“Oh my god V, that must mean she’s a target. What do we tell Y/N? Jughead’s going to freak. Y/N Jones: ½ of the Addam’s Family.” Betty read Y/N’s name and superlative from the boook. Betty had been very close with the Jones twins for the majority of her life, so she was aware of how protective they were of each other.

    Later that night at Pop’s; Betty, Veronica, Archie and Jughead were sitting around the table discussing the days events. Betty and Veronica hadn’t mentioned the playbook, as they figured they should talk to Y/N before saying anything to her brother.

“Where’s Y/N tonight Jug?” Archie asked, as she usually accompanied them to Pop’s.

“Don’t even go there. She’s gone out on a date with Jackson, you know, big brain dead football player. He’s a douchebag, but there was no stopping her.” Betty and Veronica froze at the news, glancing at each other.

“Juggie. Now don’t freak out but, there’s something I think you should know.” Betty tried to say calmly as Veronica opened the picture of the playbook on her phone. She slid her phone across the table to Jughead.

“That’s Y/N’s name, what is this?” Jughead quirked an eyebrow at the girl’s across from him. Archie looked at the girls in shock.

“It’s the football player’s playbook.” Veronica fiddled with her purse.

“You found it? I didn’t think it was real, just some thing the idiots made up.” Archie took the phone from Jughead and looked at the pictures.

“Ok. In case you guys haven’t noticed I’m not exactly bosom buddies with the football team, so please explain, what the fuck is this?” Anyone could see the apprehension growing in Jughead’s eyes. He didn’t like his sister being anywhere near the football team, seeing as they’ve never had a good word to say to the Jones twins before now.

Betty and Veronica took turns explaining the hypothesis of the book, and as they delved into further detail, Jughead hand’s turned to fists. When the girls were done, he quickly excused himself and stormed out the door.

    Running back to the drive in as fast as he could, his mind was racing with thoughts of that bastard hurting his sister. He knew for sure that that imbecile Jackson had another thing coming when he got to school tomorrow as there was one thing everyone should know: don’t fuck with the Joneses.

    Cracking open the projection room door, he saw Y/N curled up asleep on her bed. Relieved she was home, he decided he would talk to her in the morning. He scanned her face and arms quickly, to make sure there were no bruises, and his mind was eased a fraction to find her skin was clear. Jughead was dreading school, and hoped that there were no rumours or instagram posts regarding Y/N and sticky maples circling the student body.

    Y/N Pov

    Waking up to the sun creeping in the window of the drive in, you stretched and looked over to find your brother still asleep. He was still out when you got home last night, so you figured it would be best to let him sleep on a bit.

As quietly as you could you got yourself ready for the day, and made your way to Pop’s for breakfast. Sitting down in your usual booth, you recounted the events of last night. Grant Jackson had (very suprisingly, and out of the blue) asked you out yesterday, you threw caution to the wind and accepted his invitation. Meeting him at Pop’s at 8pm, you sat down and ordered your food. This was your first date, but you sure as hell knew that guys were supposed to ask questions and not talk about football plays and himself for the 45 minutes you were sitting together. When you both got up to leave, he offered you a ride home. You politley declined on 2 grounds: A) Nobody knew you and Jughead were living at the Drive In and B) You couldn’t fucking stand this guy. Taking off very quickly, you made your way home, took off your make up and threw yourself into bed, looking forward to telling Jughead about your date’s boneheadedness.

    It was lunch time when you saw your brother, and the situation you found him in was the very last on your list of expectations. You were putting you books in your locker when you heard shouting down the hall. Curiosity overtook you as you followed the sounds to a circle of people chanting ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’. Sneaking your way through the many bodies, you found your brother being held back by Archie Andrews and Grant Jackson lying on the ground with a bloody nose.

“Jughead Jones! What are you doing?!” You screamed at him, worried for his safety.

“This bastard wanted to put you in the goddamn playbook.” Jughead was still struggling against Archie’s grip. You had heard talk around school of the playbook, so you were aware of what it involved.

“Yeah, ‘The Other Half of the Addam’s family’. The freak wouldn’t even let me kiss her. You were just too fucking weird for me to even go near. A whole family of goddamn freaks.” At the sound of Jackson dissing your family, you spun around.

“You sick bastard. Don’t you dare talk about my family like that.” And with that, you kneed him in the groin and walked off to get Jughead, leaving him groaning on the ground and the majority of the audience cheering (bar the dickheads and rest of the playbook crew).

“Jughead, c’mon. Let’s get ice on your eye.” You thanked Archie and dragged Jughead along to the nurse’s office.

Grabbing an ice pack, you place it on your brother’s eye as you both sit in silence.

“Nothing happened Jug. Straight after I finished my burger I bolted. He was a dick and that was way too much socialisation for me one one night.” You try to soothe his anger.

He chuckled at his anti-social twin, literally the other half of him.

“Did he hurt you?” Jughead was dreading the answer to this.

“Jug, no. Nothing happened. I swear.” You placed a hand on your brother’s shoulder.

“Good. I’m also glad I don’t have to put my hand on Grant Jackson again, God know where he’s been. By the way, when did you become so Beatrix Kiddo? Kneeing him in the balls!” Of course your brother was making a Tarantino reference.

“Thank you Juggie. For sticking up for me back there and protecting ‘the family honour’. I love you” Neither you nor your brother were great at handling emotions, both being very private and closed off people. Being open was something you both reserved for each other and occasionally others.

“Anything for my baby sister.” He smirked down at you as you both stood up and exited the nurse’s office.

“I’m literally 17 minutes younger!” You retorted, smacking his shoulder.

He just chuckles at you and slings his arm around your shoulder.

“By the way, I’m sure Betty’s probably heard about the fight by now. You should text her to tell her that her darling Juggie is ok.” You hinted at his blossoming romance with the sweetheart that is Betty Cooper.

“Please stop your mouth from moving Y/N.” Jughead’s cheeks tint pink at your teasing.

“No, no Juggie. I’m fully behind this, my twin brother and one of my best friends.” Smiling at your big brother and how much happier he has seemed since she entered his heart.

“C’mon you pain in the ass, let’s go home and put a movie on in the Drive In.” Jug said. After the day you both had, a half day was deserved.

    When you got home, Jughead put ‘Airplane’ on and you ate your take-out Pop’s on the roof of your current home. In that moment the twins knew, as did the rest of Riverdale: Jughead and Y/N Jones are two peas in a pod, always on the same wavelength and always there for each other. They may have things tough, and they might not have much. But, no matter what; through thick and thin, they will always have each other.

All Started With a Song Part 7// Conor Maynard

Word Count-  1852

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) so sorry it took so long. i was at my friends and couldnt get time to post. heres part 7. i hope you enjoy. im also not going to lie ot you guys, i have no idea when part 8 will be up. this is laos the longest imagine ive written so far!


You groaned as you rolled over in your bed, the loud noise filling your ears. Your alarm was going off. You slowly reached your hand out from under the blankets and shut it off. You were so tired but you knew you needed to get up. It was currently midnight. You needed to pack everything into the car, get to the airport and get everything checked in by 2:30.

You reluctantly got out of your oh-so-warm bed and walked to the guest room.

“Ali, get up. We have to get ready,” you whispered, lighting shaking the brunette.

You walked to the other side of the bed, “Livy, c’mon. We have to get ready.”

“Why did we stay up last night? We’re so dumb,” Alice groaned, sitting up.

“I regret it so much,” Olivia whined, pulling the blanket over her head.

You laughed lightly, grabbing the blanket and ripping it off the bed.

“You bitch! What did I ever do to you?!” Olivia shrieked.

“Get up you lazy bums. I’m making breakfast,” you said walking out to the kitchen.

“By making do you mean getting the cereal and bowls out?” Alice smiled, following you.

“And the milk!” you retorted.

“Hey Liv, can you bring me some Ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” Alice lightly shouted. A few moments later the blonde came out with a bottle of pills.

“Why did we do that last night?” She groaned.

“Because we’re dumb and immature,” you laughed.

“Not so loud please,” Alice whispered, swallowing 2 of the pills.

“Sorry,” you gave her a smile. “Maybe some Cheerios will help.” You passed her a bowl full of her favorite cereal.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she took a bite. “God is real.”

You and Olivia laughed.

“Did we take any videos from last night?” you asked, handing Olivia her bowl.

“Let me check,” she took a spoonful of cereal while opening her camera roll. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” you and Alice asked in unison.

“Look,” she had a weird look on her face when she handed you her phone.

You looked at the screen, mouth wide open.

You were stood on your bed, in an old t shirt and booty shorts. You were clearly drunk and very happy.

“Y/n!” shouted Alice. “Give your bae a quick shootout!”

“Yeah!” Olivia giggled, her grip on the phone shaky.

“I don’t have a bae,” you said sadly. “But I will give a shout out. Shout out to Conor Maynard for being a grade A asshole.” You hoisted the bottle of beer in your hand into the air. “You really know how to treat a girl. Hope your mommy’s proud of you.” You kneeled on the bed and got really close to the camera.

“Oh, and I think I might love you…” you said quietly. And then the video ended.

You stood there, not realizing the tears that had shed down your cheeks.

“Oh babe,” Olivia wrapped you in a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t feel bad. I was drunk, I said something I didn’t mean.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would believe you. “We’re going to LA in a few hours, we should be happy!”

“Speaking of that, we should really get ready.”

“Oh crap,” Alice said looking at the clock. “It’s already 12:45.”

You three quickly washed your dishes and rushed to the bathroom. You guys spent the next 45 minutes getting ready, jamming out to music and packing your essentials into your carry ons.

By 1:30 you three were stood at your door, making sure you had everything.

“Carry ons?” you asked.


“Check,” Olivia placed her hands around the straps of her backpack.

“Phone and charger?”

“Got them both,” Alice said phone in hand.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked.

“In my bag.”

“Prove it.”

She sighed, “Yes mom.” She took her backpack off, opening the front pocket to reveal her various chargers.


“Check and check, “she had her charger in one hand, phone in the other.


“We packed all of it into yours.”

“Oh right. I have the necessities, Liv has the snacks and you have the activities,” you pointed at Alice who nodded.

“Suit case?”

“You can see them!” Olivia chuckled.

“I’m just going through the list we made!”


“Yes! We both have them! Can we please go now?”

“Yes! Let’s go!!” you squealed, shooing them out the door. You placed the key in the lock and turned it. “Hold on, I need to do one more thing.”


You ignored their questioning looks as you walked across the hallway, knocking on the door. The door opened faster than any of you expected.

“Mornin’,” said the very attractive young male who just happened to be shirtless.

“Hey Alex, here’s the key. Feel free to eat any food you find and use my Netflix.” You smiled, handing him the key.

“No problem,” he smiled, leaning against the door for support. “What exactly am I doing again?”

You chuckled, “Just making sure no one breaks in.”

“Right,” he straightening himself. “I can do that.”

“Thanks again,” you reach up and kissed him on the cheek. “I owe you.”

He smirked and closed the door. You turned around to two girls gawking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia asked.

“That’s my neighbor Alex,” you said, grabbing your suitcase and beginning the long walk to the elevator.

“Why have you never mentioned him?” Alice asked, following you.

“Never came up, I guess,” you shrugged, approaching the elevator.

“Can we also talk about how its Alex. As in Jack Maynard’s friend Alex.” Olivia trailed off.

You laughed, pressing the elevator button, “It’s not a big deal guys. He doesn’t really socialize with anyone but the boys.”

“Have you guys hung out?” Alice pestered, following you into the elevator.

“Once, but it was when I first moved it last year. He was nice, but then had to leave cuz Abe needed help with someone. We just never clicked,” you shrugged once more.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Olivia questioned.

“Because I wasn’t going to use him to get to Conor, so why try? Yeah he’s nice and stuff, but I’m not that kind of person. Also he’d find out sooner or later that I’m a fan of him and his best friends.”

“You have a point, but I would have been all over that,” Alice laughed.

“Do you want his number?” you joked.

“You have it?” she gawked.

“No,” you laughed. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”


It took you girls a solid 10 minutes to figure out how to get everything in the car, it was like a giant version of Tetris.

The car ride was full of out-of-tuned singing and dirty looks from people who were stuck at the stoplight next to you.

When you finally got to the airport you parked in the long term parking and walked inside. It took about 20 minutes to get through security. You had to stop and beg the security to let you take the snacks on the 11 hour flight, which they eventually allowed.

You stopped by a Starbucks because you were all running on about 2 hours of sleep.

“Guys look!” Olivia smiled, pointing out the large windows that displayed all the airplanes.

“Let’s get a picture!” you giggled.

“Hi, could you please take a few photos of us?” Alice asked a teenage girl.

“Sure!” she smiled a big toothy smile and took the phone.

You guys took some facing away from the camera, some facing the camera and some sitting on the ground. After thanking the girl, you exchanged pictures.

While you were sat at Gate 4 waiting for your flight to LA, Conor was an absolute mess.


“I fucked up mate,” Conor sighed, spreading across the couch.

“And I don’t feel bad,” Jack said annoyed. Conor did this to himself.

“What do I do?” he asked his younger brother.

“Let her go. Bro you lost her, just accept that.” His brother sighed, pausing the game to give Conor his full attention

“I can’t,” Conor sat up, squeezing a pillow tight to his chest. “I like her a lot.”

“Then why did you ‘forget’?” Jack asked, using the finger quotes when necessary.

“Because I was jealous, I wanted to make her jealous. But I regret it,” he groaned, slamming his head into the pillow.

“If you regret it, why did you unadd her on everything?”

“I don’t know, I was upset that I just let her leave.”

“Bro, you’re so fucking stupid.” And with that Jack got up and went to his room.

Leaving Conor by himself while he was sad was a bad idea. He always did things he would later regret. And this time was no different, he opened his phone and went to Instagram. One lil peek wouldn’t hurt.

Yes it would.

He typed in your username and noticed you had a new picture. The picture was of you and two girls, the same two girls from your previous post, in front of a giant window of what looked like an airport. All three of you were in a squatting position. Alice and Olivia had their fingers pointing at the camera and you were in the middle, hands in prayer formation.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he read the caption.


spontaneous vacay with my besties? i think yes!

Where were you going? Why? Who were you going to see there? What were you going to do? He clicked the picture and went to the brunette’s, Alice, page. He was even more upset after seeing her post.


a spoon full of travel makes the sadness go away

Her picture was off you three, once again in front of the giant window. But this time you were in the middle, one arm wrapped around each girl. Alice was throwing up a peace sign and the blonde, Olivia, had her hand on your face, squishing your cheeks together. He once again clicked on the picture, this time going to Olivia’s page.

Her post was of you three facing away from the camera. Conor couldn’t see your face but he knew you looked beautiful.


LA, we’re coming for ya ;)

California? Why were you going to California? What was in California that wasn’t in London?

Lots of things you idiot.

Conor was half tempted to message you about it. But then he got a call.

Incoming call: Anth

Anth? Why was Anth calling him?

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Conor asked, curiosity filling him as he laid back on the couch.

“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise not to get mad or do anything stupid,” Anth said slowly.

“What are you on about?” Conor chuckled.

“Promise me,” there was no laughter in Anth’s voice.

“Okay… I promise. Now tell me what’s going on,” he sat up again.

“Y/n is coming to LA to do a cover with me,” Anth said quickly, fear consuming him.

It took Conor a few seconds to respond but Anth never expected him to say what he did.

“I want something more.”


During the season finale of season 6 we finally saw why ‘The Donna’-project has been brought on the show; to make Donna question her life (both professionally and personally) and in the last Darvey scene of that episode we got to see Donna opening up to Harvey about this project in a way she hadn’t done to anyone else before.

While the scene started out as Donna seeking legal advice (a second opinion on the offer they got) from Harvey, it quickly turned into something bigger after Harvey gave her the same answer Louis and the other guys told her; to take the money.

D: I don’t want the money.

H: Donna -

D: I want something more and I’ve never said that out loud, but I can’t pretend that’s not true anymore.
H: What do you mean “more”?

D: I don’t know. I guess I’m going to have to figure that out.

I personally love love love this scene and wouldn’t change a thing about it, but I’ve seen two questions going on about this in the Darvey fandom. “Why didn’t Harvey say or do something?” and  “Will Harvey support Donna?”

As for the first question, I’m going to quote a part from this post by Ana 

“And this scene was her saying she might want to do something else and he was so freaking shook about it + what is he supposed to say other than be supportive and understand where she is coming from? I honestly love that scene with all my heart. I don’t think it was important for him to say something in that moment. I don’t think it was important to Donna to hear him say something. That scene was about her. About her life and future. It wasn’t about Harvey and his feelings. NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT HARVEY.” - @annnahatcher

Cause seriously what could he have said?

He was basically in shock again, just look at his face, that’s the same expression when she told him she was leaving him at the end of season 4.

Except back then, he knew something had actually happened between them. This time there wasn’t anything directly going on and she still gave him this news. The news, that most likely made him think about his dream again. Of her ‘leaving him’ (his words) when she says she doesn’t work for him anymore and even though Donna’s line in the 6.16 scene is super broad and it isn’t further specified what she means with it, because quite simply Donna doesn’t know. We can’t deny that this line resulted from her little business/work adventure and is amongst other things connected to that. To wanting more on a professional (and personal) level.

As for the other question. “Will Harvey support Donna?”

YES HE WILL and let me tell you why I think he will.. If we look at Harvey’s character there are a few things he values most; loyalty, trust, family, etc. But especially loyalty is one of the things that has been pointed out time and time again in the show, not just between Donna and Harvey, but Harvey and Mike, Harvey and Jessica, basically anyone important in his life. The importance of loyalty is so rooted in his being that it was even the quote he used in his High School yearbook.

“Loyalty is a two way street, if I’m expecting it from you, you’re getting it from me.”

It’s also the very basis of the deal Donna and Harvey made the moment she came to work for him in the D.A.’s office. ”Here’s the deal. I will take a bullet for you and I don’t mean that literally. But what you do for me is, when I  need   something, you give it to me. It’s not just a one-way street.”

And over the course of twelve years they’ve both shown how loyal they exactly are to the other. Whether it was by helping the other, protecting the other, fighting for the other or choosing for the other. They’ve been doing this from the very moment they met and they still do (and will continue to do so).

On most occasions this agreement, this portrayal of loyalty was shown with firm/business related events. From Harvey asking Donna to call in favours from friends (Stephanie Liston at the U.S. Attorney’s office), to Donna protecting Harvey by taking evidence with her from the D.A.’s office and later giving this to Jessica to help with the case. To in her eyes protecting Harvey by destroying the General Motor’s memo.

A great example of testing this loyalty is shown in season 2, right after Donna got fired. We see Harvey showing up at her place to check up on her, get her to come in for the mock trial and we get the following conversation. In which she pointed out that what she did was to protect him as part of that almost silent agreement they made years ago and in return she’d expected him to fight for her.

Episode 2.07: Sucker Punch

D: Yeah, important for me to get up there and say I screwed up trying to protect you?

H: You did screw up.
D: Yes. To protect you.
H: Which I never asked you to do.
D: No, you just expected me to do it. Like I expected you to fight for me.

Donna eventually gives in and shows up at the mock trial, to help with Harvey case, but she gets humiliated in the process by Louis badgering the same question in her direction over and over again until Harvey finally gets up and tells Louis to stop.

Episode 2.09: Asterisk

D: You just had to jump in there at the trial, didn’t you? You just had to fight my battles for me.
H: Yeah, I did that because the last time I saw you, you were pissed that I didn’t fight for you.

Although Harvey’s actions didn’t exactly result in what Donna wanted, he did do what she asked and he promised to a long time ago. Fight for her, like she had done for him. Show her that same loyalty and he continues showing this by getting her back at the firm. Something he’s been doing since the day she quit the D.A.’s office, he fought for her then too. To get her to come work for him at the firm, because as he told Jessica. ‘And I’m not coming here without her.’

And sometimes it’s personal. I think one of the biggest examples of this is when Donna’s life is on the line. Whether he was somewhat at fault or not, he fought for her and he chose her. Over any case going on at the time. From telling Mike that he doesn’t care what happens with the Liberty rail case as long as he can protect Donna, to him immediately saying  “I’m going to take care of her” when Mike was under investigation of fraud to even when it came down to it and Donna offered a possible solution to stop Mike from going to jail, he said “Donna, I’m not trading you for Mike. Period.”

(All examples of Harvey picking Donna over whatever was going on at hand and the fact that right now Harvey focussed on Mike and the Bar hearing instead of Donna is because of one big difference. HE DIDN’T KNOW. Harvey knew about the project, yes, but he had no clue what they were exactly doing with it, let alone the problems it was facing.  This is mostly because of Donna herself, she told Benjamin to keep Harvey out of it. She wanted to do this as herself, not as an extension of Harvey and when she needed help she went to Louis, because she knew Harvey was busy with Mike, something she also pointed out in that last scene where she did go to him… but you can’t tell me that if Harvey had known earlier he wouldn’t have tried to help. Same for those saying  ‘Harvey seemed fine the next day’.. well yes, he just got his friend into the Bar. Donna was happy too in that scene, regardless of what was going on in her life.. but now imagine Rachel picking up Mike to go home after that last scene from 6.16.. Do you think he’d still be this happy when his gaze would fall on Donna’s cubicle, or would that conversation she had with him the day before, that reminder of his dream be brought back to mind?)

As mentioned above.. besides the times Harvey fights for her life, the ‘needs/ favours’ Harvey has Donna deal with are often business related or to get her to stay with him/work for him, yet Donna often calls in her ‘chits’ with him when it concerns a mutual friend. Like when she asked Harvey to get Louis a new job or when she asked Harvey to go and talk to Mike about Rachel.  They even used the “Need?” “Need.” again in the latter situation, just as when he asked her to come back to the firm. It’s like this is their way of asking the other to take up on that deal they made all those years ago.

What’s interesting about the scene in 6.16 (especially because it’s placed at the end, after Donna helping Harvey with Mike’s Bar deal while she already knew her own project might be at risk of failing) is that this time, she points out how she’s been helping others time and time again.

“Harvey, I know you’re in a rough place right now, but whatever’s going to happen with Mike is going to happen. You’ve done everything you can. AND I’M TIRED OF PUTTING MY WANTS ON HOLD.”

This is her admitting, maybe for the first time to herself, let alone aloud, that she has always been putting her life on hold and she isn’t going to do that anymore. (and she did this in front of Harvey). And I personally think that is HUGE and I feel like this line can be directly linked back to that very deal they made on the first day she came to work for him. This is going to be the time she needs something/support from him.

The conversation between Donna and Harvey then continues as mentioned earlier with her asking about the deal and opening up about wanting more than the money. Something he asks her to clarify, which she can’t do yet.. and they silently look at each other for a moment, and the scene ends with a very conflicted and scared look from Harvey.

The big question remains, will Harvey support her? Like I started, they made this deal about support a long time ago and up until now it’s been mostly about firm related events or favours for others, yet this time Donna came to talk to him about a deal and it turned into something as big as HER LIFE.

Even though Donna couldn’t specify what she meant with more, I think we should remember that Harvey at this point might be more aware of what he wants than Donna and what she wants. He had that dream of them together in the morning and that dream also happened to point out his biggest fear.

 D: I don’t think you understand. I told you once this happened again, I don’t work for you anymore.

H: Donna, you can’t leave me.

D: I’m not leaving you, Harvey. I just don’t work for you.

H: That’s leaving me.

D: No, Harvey. That’s not leaving you.

The fear of losing her because of a change in status quo regarding their relationship, breaking her rule… The big difference is, that in reality it is Donna actually hinting at that one thing he fears without there ever having been that change he dreamed about. Without them actually having crossed that line.

And we can see that fear, that connection to his dream, wash over him as we look at his face and even before this episode aired I personally always thought that a line like this from Donna. Or a conversation like this, something that would hint at that fear of losing her, without an actual change having happened between them is THE PUSH that Harvey needs and we got that, we just haven’t seen his actual reaction towards it yet.

It’s just the start.

So while we know what he wants deep down, a relationship with her. I think the show has proven time and time again, that having her in his life no matter what is the most important thing to him. From settling for that to be as just his secretary, because he wasn’t ready for more all those years ago. To keep asking her to come back to work for him; the one way he was certain he’d always have her/never lose her, but this time, this time he knows he can’t ask her that anymore and he’s known that for a while now.

His so called ‘fight to keep her in his life at any way possible’ has changed over the course of the last two seasons. Because where it once was him fighting to keep her to work for him, we saw him actually accept the fact of her working for Louis in season 5 at a point where they were almost estranged.

Something Donna confronted him with, with the following words: “because I trusted that at the end of the day, you’d remember that we’re family. But maybe I was wrong. Because I spent 12 years putting you first, and the day I finally decided to do something for myself, you didn’t just stop treating me like family, you started treating me like a stranger. And for your information, that is a thousand times worse than if you treated me like your enemy.”

This scene, these lines, combined with the scene in the conference room where it was Jeffry saying: “But I did give up everything for you. I put my life on hold. I sacrificed my dream for yours. I’m never going to get those years back.” And we saw Harvey look at Donna during those lines, it is the moment things shifted.

We could see that realisation hit him, that what Jeffry was describing in that very moment is what Donna had been doing for him and after that moment he started fighting to keep her in his life regardless of that being as his secretary. We saw him come to her desk and thank her for all the years she dedicated to him, we saw him come to her in the file room telling he wants to get back to being friends. We saw him suggesting they should go to dinner more often.

And when she did come back to him in 5.11 it was HER DECISION. It was her making that move, because of Mike’s case. (Once again putting someone else above her own needs/feelings) And when her father got caught up in this case, it was Harvey actually asking Donna if she was sure with staying with him. Telling her that he’d understand if she’d want to go back to Louis, because he understood that it is and should be her choice.

This is also seen in the first episodes of season 5, where even though Harvey told Louis he was going to get her back and he was cold to Donna because he was hurt. Deep down he knew better, he knew it wasn’t his decision to make. Because when Jessica point blank asked him if he wanted her to undo it, he said it’s Donna’s choice and he to some extent supported her decision in that moment.

H: You mean, the fact that I don’t have a secretary.
J: I mean that after 12 years, the woman you wouldn’t come work here without is now working for someone else.
H: And you want to know why.
J: I don’t need to know why. I need to know if you want me to undo it.
H: What?

J: I know you and Donna aren’t me and Jeff, but you are as close as two people can be without being that. Shit, Harvey, Scottie leaving didn’t throw you off your game this much.
H: I appreciate the offer. But as long as Donna wants to work for Louis, I am not going to force her to work for me.

All these scenes are moments of Harvey realising that what Donna did was a decision she had to make, for herself and that fighting that decision was only going to drive her further away. Another important one to add is the therapy scene from Season 5 Episode 3. Where Paula uses a projection technique and we actually get a scene of Harvey ‘directly’ confronting Donna and he tells her he’s been with her every step of the way. She counters with “It wasn’t every step of the way, you bailed out the second I WANTED MORE.”

 THIS IS HIS SUBCONSCIOUS. He knows he did this (ran away, but not before you told me you loved me.. & not being able to show up for that conversation she asked for in 4.16), just like his subconscious in 6.11 told him that if she stopped working for him because they’re together it doesn’t mean she’s leaving him. He knows that!

 And in the scene from the finale she literally said to him “I WANT SOMETHING MORE”  This time it wasn’t directly related to him, or them relationship wise.. but about her and her life. What she wants and while she still needs to figure that out, deep down Harvey does know what he wants. And he also knows from experience that if he wants to be part of her life in any shape way or form that he’s got to do something. Be there for her, fight for her. Support her.

Does that mean he’ll do so directly in 7.01?? I don’t know, we can’t forget that his issues (mom/abandonment and her rule) have respectively been there for 20 and 12 years and a dream and meeting your mother isn’t making those magically disappear completely. This is Harvey Specter we’re talking about. An emotionally challenged man who’s slow AF. He’s scared and confused, we could see that on his face in the scene, so it might take a moment for him to wrap his head around it, but

  • He knows the deal they made a long time ago
  • He knows she wants him to fight for her
  • (Just like he knows she wants him to fight for what is in his heart)
  •  He knows she’s been putting her life on hold for him
  • He knows it is her decision to make
  • He knows he bailed out the last time she wanted more
  • He knows that his unsupportive behaviour almost made him lose her last time
  • He knows that her not working for him isn’t leaving him
  • He knows what he wants (a relationship)

And if he wants to reach that dream of them being together. Of them having everything, something he hasn’t even had a chance to act on yet because he still felt guilty about Mike going to prison and felt like he owed it to Mike to get him into the bar. But now that that is done and he might actually allow himself to think of realising that dream, then surely he must be able to connect the dots and understand that he needs to support her. Be there for her while she figures it out, like she’s been there for him all these years.

Her telling him this was just the push, this is just the start.

So YES, I really think he will be there to support Donna on this journey in season 7.

And remember, the last time she focussed on an old dream of hers. He showed up with a bouquet of flowers telling her that “The only thing I got going on tonight is you.” while being in the middle of a Mike mess. He supported her then when it was just a play, when the stakes where nothing. He’ll support her now, when the stakes are everything.

-         Fin.

part 1 of: i love this fandom and you guys make me emotional

Everyone is being so sweet and adorable and emotional today and I just felt like I should add my valentine’s sugar to it too. 

I got this blog almost two years ago, not coincidentally when I moved to Texas with just my boyfriend, from Florida from where I had spent my entire life in. I was very alone and since I’m not the coolest of cats, making friends has been…extremely difficult lol.

But getting this blog, and joining this fandom, I’ve really found myself looking forward to come home and see who’s posting on the dash, see who’s chosen to grace me with their follow, or who’s left me a tumblr message (remember, before the IM system haha).

@sinuyasha and @inukag were the first people to welcome me and reblog my writing and just became my overall points of contact for anything fandom related. I felt accepted and wanted and this was the only corner of the entire internet I could really call home. I can’t thank them enough for always being genuine and kind and beautifully forgiving ladies. On top of the fact they’re funny and gorgeous so I really lucked out befriending them. I owe my entire blog to them, and my activity, and my heart.

Later on I’d come to meet my squad, @kristicles @thequeenwillruletheboard @narkik @mirsan and @ohstarfire, and grow an overwhelmingly wonderful bond. I mean dudes, we went to Disney AND Universal Studios together. I’m pretty much married to them. (Which does mean you guys have to give me half your shit in case of divorce). I’m keeping it short for ya’ll cause I don’t care about you at all (I would set fire to myself if you thought for one second that was true). You are my people. You are my shots of whiskey in the dark. 

To the fandom:

I really would have never expected to feel love radiating from some of you towards me. I feel in my heart I don’t even deserve it. I have done nothing (or everything wrong). And you guys posting your fics and your art, and your edits, and all you’re LOVE and you’re FRIENDSHIP, it holds no value because it is PRICELESS. But I feel it towards all of you. I get it. It’s weird it’s unheard of maybe for a small anime fandom, but I FEEL IT. I love you guys. I would never want a single one of you to leave, or if you do have to leave, just please stay in touch. Please keep updating your fanfiction.nets, please keep updating your artwork online when finished, I just…

If you’ve been in this fandom for the past year, you get it. And it almost feels like we’ve all collectively been through some drama here and there together. I’ve made mistakes, I regret getting involved in things all the time, but I appreciate every single one of you who hasn’t deleted me from their life. I appreciate how I can still turn around and count on you guys to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. I love that after a giant cloud of darkness shrouded us, freaking @inuyashapositivity pops up like a ray of sunshine. We are an amazing incredible wonderful fandom and we are loud and vibrant and beautiful. 

@onikik, @little-known-artist @wreathoflaurels, @arnavsinghraizada, @gobodosama, @artistefish @meselfandwhy, @inuijiness @starzki@scribefigaro @smilebomber @kaze-ranna @412rebelled @hanmajoerin @ashcanvas (SHHHH…ASHLEY I DIDN’T JUST ADD YOU THIS MORNING BECAUSE I HAD A BRAIN FART LAST NIGHT…ILY) you guys have seen me at my worst and for some inexpiable reason you’re still my friends and I respect and admire you so so much. I really can’t put into words properly, but my respect for you is something that can and will never vanish. I consider you guys a huge reason why I enjoy the Inuyasha fandom as much as I do. I’m comfortable around you guys and I hope you feel the same way around me. I love you guys, and I would do anything for you. I’d end someone’s life for you. I’d jump into battle for you. I’d throw all my money at your face if I knew it would make you happy. Thank you for being my friends. Really. You are my inner-circle, and without you, I am just a square. 

I’ve met some new people in the past year, who maybe I don’t talk to but I feel like I’ve gotten to know more simply through the small interactions we have, and whom I’m so so so happy joined tumblr to grace us with their content, their presence, and their overall humor and love and joy. 

@grapefruitwannabe, I remember I was in a stream with you and someone was urging you to post your sketches and you were reluctant about it, and god now look at you. Your art is incredible. It’s unique, it has a style, it has movement. You give a tremendous amount to the fandom and you never ask for anything in return. You are so nice too? You know how rare it is to find kind people who are just the sweetest creatures ever? You are a precious cupcake too good for this earth, and we so blessed to have you. 

@sess-kik I knew from the moment you made the taylor swift/kanye west meme, that I regretted not being considered one of your friends. You are fucking oustanding. You are hilarious. You make my ribs hurt. You are like a baby beyonce. I mean that. Picture yourself as beyonce’s’ child because that’s how I view you. 

@justafewsmallsteps you know what’s crazy is that I followed and admired you from afar for so so so long. I am a huge fan. I mean. HUGE. I mean, ridiculously huge. I mean I may have printed out your art and have it stored in my cabinet so I can look at sometimes because I was that (maybe i still am idk) obsessed with your work, and to find out you are a shining ball of sunlight and positivity and love and friendliness. You know…what that feels like ? It’s like meeting a Disney Princess in real life. 

@coquinespike HAHA LOOK SOMEONE TAGGED YOU AGAIN. I’M SORRY. Listen I actually always see you in my notes. I always read your tags cause they’re fucking hilarious. Your comments on things are A+. I don’t know why I didn’t start following you sooner. I am an idiot, what else is new. Cheers to the future.

@keichanz what took you so long to join tumblr, i keep asking myself this question. EVERYONE KNOWS THE KEIZ FROM FF.NET. You are always supporting InuKag and the fandom and there’s a lot of bloggers that I know would not be the same without your presence. I see names all the time that were just quiet little daisies, and you watered those plants and now look at them. You’ve inspired so many people, and you are always just so generous and so loving. Thank you for writing, thank you for participating in events, thank you for being the oil in the inukag gears. Quite literally. 

@lovely-taijiya GABY. DID YOU KNOW THAT I THINK ABOUT YOU ALMOST EVERY DAY. Okay well. Now you do. I get so happy when I see your art on my dash. I get full of butterflies and good feelings. If you were around I would hug you constantly and hold you close to my heart, because you deserve unnerving amounts of love. 

@kag-san you are a gift granted to us by the gods. you are an angel. you are a walking living breathing version of the virgin mary and I would weep at your feet if i could because I think you deserve everything in life and more. Trust me when I say the people who ship things, make me ship things harder. And this candle for KagSan is now a torch and it’s setting my house on fire but I couldn’t be happier. 

@piggy-in-pink you are like Sesshomaru. And by that I mean you are silent and we may cross paths and look at each other and I would be totally fine with you killing me because I admire you just that much. But no honestly, you are wise and clever and I love your work and your existence a lot. Thanks for never changing your url also, it makes life so much easier. (TAKE NOTES PEOPLE)

@mmhinman I remember the first time I went to your blog. You submitted a bunch of wonderful art for InuKag week late, and it blew my mind. I couldn’t believe someone would submit SO LATE but also have it be SO QUALITY. Haha. Your art brings me life, and I can’t thank my lucky stars enough that fate pushed you my way and onto my dash. Thank you thank you thank you. 

@macabre-and-cheese you know that really cool girl in the lunch room who sits with her posse, and is immensely more awesome than you and dates all the attractive people, and knows all the cool songs and she could say “frosty” once and it becomes a meme catchphrase, okay yeah, you know that person? that’s you. on my dash. that’s you. I’m always like “if i reblog this onto my personal, my personal blog gets that much cooler” and I think I have 80 followers on my personal blog now and I owe that all to your and your coolness i swear to god I do. 

@kago-make-dean-some-pie YOUR URL IS SO LONG. EXPLAIN IT TO ME. I love that I’ve gotten to know you better and your AMVs are the bomb dot com. You are so willing to make others feel amazing and wonderful and I hope you feel that way every single day of your life. You are so down to earth and I love you very much.

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You’re Hot, I’m Not

Peter ParkerxReader


Word Count: 2784

A/N: Idea I got from a post I came across, it was this person telling a story about how every time they see their really attractive neighbor they look terrible. Not my gif… I know I don’t say that on every story but I assume there is a general knowledge for it, but I’ll say it just in case this time.

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Drunk in Boston

In reference to this post, about someone getting a random postcard from a previous tenant. Tagging @thegreatshipcaptainswan and @ab-normality for encouraging the madness! Totally unbeta’d. I feel like it took me far too long to write this little ficlet, and figured I’d best not delay it further!

Summary: Emma Swan receives a mysterious postcard from Boston. Little does she know, it’ll change her life.

Once Upon a Time

Captain Swan

Rated G

2240 Words

Originally posted by bctmans


I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Boston, and it’s the only address I know.

Happy Holidays.


Emma turned the postcard over a couple times, taking in the strange message, and the artistic photo of the brewery the card was purchased at. She wasn’t sure if it was a sweet gesture, or if it was just some drunk thinking he was funny.

Deciding it was likely the latter, she stuck the postcard into her planner before heading out to lunch. If anything, the girls would get a kick out of it.

Regina was the first to comment. “Well it looks like your first Christmas card is from a drunk guy in Boston.”

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Originally posted by matthewsdangles34

Hi so I know I haven’t updated A Daydream Away but I got inspired and I had to write this, I’m a huge 5 Seconds of Summer fan and this is one of my favorite songs by them. So I wrote and I’m pretty happy with this one, I love writing about Auston and this is just super freaking cute so here you guys go. I hope you enjoy!

“Life’s a tangled web, of cellphone calls and hashtag I don’t knows.

And you, you’re so caught up in all the blinking lights and dial tones.”

“I can’t believe we are in New York City” (Y/N) said while looking out the window of Auston’s car rental car. The two decided to get away as soon as he got a break to do something that allowed him to take more than a day off and her not having any big tests. They were going to be complete tourists during this trip and no one was stopping them, even if their friends made fun of this plan. Both of them turning off their texts and calls so they could just talk to each other, their lives becoming a whirlwind and not in the best way. They were both constantly busy and their relationship showed this, him constantly busy with hockey and her busy with college and trying to stay at the top of her class. They had bags under their eyes, constantly yawning and hazy looks in their eyes due to them just coming off of a flight. “Hey it’s your favorite city, it was an easy choice for me” Auston said while grabbing her hand, kissing her knuckles before putting both hands back on the wheel of the rental car again and smiling at his girlfriend who seemed at peace for once. If she was at peace that was enough for him to be too.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where you are the shy girl that moves in next door to Eric and he ends up with a crush on you?

guess who’s back to posting everyday (hopefully)? that’s right, me !!!! also, i’m so so sorry for the wait to who ever requested this imagine but this is the first request i have in my inbox and i literally saw this just yesterday and it totally inspired me to write. also, i’m doing the rest of the ships tomorrow i promise ! so here you go guys, hope you’ll enjoy reading it! (there may be any spelling errors in there, sorry)


“Y/n, get your ass over here and help me out!

 You could hear your brother yell downstairs. You rolled your eyes before letting out a deep sigh, dropping the box you were holding in your arms. “What?” You yelled back, opening up the door leading out into the hallway; peaking your head through it and looked at the stairs who lead downstairs. “You need to help me carry the boxes from outside, c'mon lazy ass!” He yelled once again, making you let out a deep sigh once again. You stepped into the hallway before making your way down the stairs, walking into the living room only to face your one year younger brother. “In case your blind and can’t see what I’m doing, I’m busy.” You said and glared at him in annoyance. “It doesn’t matter, mom and dad told me to get you to help me with last couple of boxes,” He replied coldly, not looking up at you while continuing to unbox the box he was just holding in his hands. “Mom!” You yelled out into the empty house, your voice echoing. “She’s not home, our new neighbors invited them over.” HE muttered as he walked towards the hallway. “Are you serious? I wanna unbox my stuff!” You groaned as you followed him into the hallway. “Does it look like i care? No,” He muttered as he walked out through the door; leaving it open. “Now, help me the fuck out!” He yelled as he made his way down the sidewalk. “Hey, watch your fucking language!” You yelled, running up behind him with a smirk on your lips.

The cold summer air hit your bare legs at soon as you stepped out the house, making you shiver. The sunset was dying over the mountains and the leaves on the tree where slowly losing their bright green color, soon to be fading into a more yellowish tone. It was late summer in Colorado, and you and your family was new in town. Your dad had lost his job where you previously lived, and pretty quickly he got a new job offer; in Littleton. At first, you absolutely hated the thought of moving. So when your mom and dad had desperately been trying to tell you it’s for the best when you were crying your eyes out in your room, you basically prayed to God that your dad would get a job offer somewhere closer to where you already lived. The thought of losing all of your friends you’ve spent your whole lifetime making and switching schools would literally haunted you. But when they showed you the house, the neighborhood and he school you were attending, you changed your mind pretty quickly and actually started to like the thought of moving. You were pretty bored of your old town, anyways. “Are you gonna help me or not?” Your brothers voice interrupted your thoughts as your head snapped at him. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked as you walked over to him. He let out  chuckle before handing you one of the boxes. “You get lost in your thoughts way to easy.” He said as he grabbed a box for himself. “Hey!,” You laughed and playfully smacked his arm, smirking at him. “I’m just so amazed at this view,” You said and looked over at the sunset once again, slowly drifting into your thoughts once again. Your brother’s gaze followed yours, nodding his head. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view,” A chuckling voice interrupted the two of you’s thoughts.

You quickly turned around to spot a smiling boy walking down the street with his hands shoved into his pockets and baseball cap placed backwards on his brown haired head. “I’m Eric,” He said as soon as he reached you two. “Eric Harris.” He ended his sentence. “I’m your new neighbor.” He smiled and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, making you look over his shoulder; only to spot the house next to yours. “I’m Mark,” Your brother said as he shook the boy in front of you’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Mark,” He said with a smile on his lips. He looked over at you, shoving his hands into his pockets once again. “How about you then?” He asked, making you blush. “I’m y/n.” You said shyly, pulling the box of trophies and other stuff closer to your chest. “Nice to meet you as well, y/n,” He said, smiling at you. You only nodded and slightly smiled back. “So, what brings you here, Eric?” Your brother asked as he raised one of your eyebrows. Eric’s gaze turned to your brother, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, right. Your parents are over at my house and my parents told em to go and help you guys out.” He said and gave him a small smile. “Really? Oh fuck, thank god!” Your brother said and threw his head back, letting out a groan. You gazed over at him, rolling your eyes. Eric let out a chuckle before grabbing one of the boxes from the ground before turning to you two once again. “Well, let’s get unboxing!”

“That’s so freaking cool!” Your brother let out in as Eric and him were chatting about some video game, you only sitting there awkwardly. You had you head in one of your hands as you were tapping the wooden floor with your other hand, looking down at it. “I know, right?” Eric chuckled as he took a sip out of his juice who was placed on the floor in front of him. You let out a deep sigh before turning your head to the clock that you just hung on the wall, rolling your eyes. “I’ll be upstairs, unpacking the last boxes if you need me Mark.” You mumbled as you stood up, both boys eyes following your movements. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Mark mumbled as rolled his eyes. You quickly walked up the stairs, slamming your door shut. You let out a sigh before running a hand through your hair, looking around your new room filled with boxes. “Looks like I got a lot to do the rest of the night,” You mumbled as you sat down, slowly starting to unpack the boxes.

You placed the last perfume on your desk before placing your hands on your waist, looking around the room; adoring the work. “Wow, you did a great job decorating,” You heard a voice say from behind, making you jump slightly. You quickly turned around, only to find Eric looking around your room. “Oh god,” You mumbled as you looked down at your feet, placing a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear. His eyes landed at you as he let out a chuckle, stepping inside before closing the door. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you like that. ” He said as you let out a quiet chuckle, still looking at your feet. “Hey, y/n, right?” He asked as you nodded, looking up at him. “Yeah.” You almost whispered as a light smile spread on your lips. “Hey, that’s a pretty name for such a pretty girl.” He laughed as you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.  "Thank you, I guess,“ You chuckled nervously, making him smile at you. “I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to hang out sometime?” He asked calmly as he shoved his hands into his pockets once again. You looked at him in confusion before letting out a soft chuckle. “Well you know, I’m not exactly my brother who plays way to much video games or anything,” You answered shyly. “So you’re saying I’m playing to much video games?” He said, faking to be offended. You let out chuckle. “Maybe, maybe not.” You shrugged as you smiled at him. He let out a laugh before opening his mouth to speak. “So I’ll take that as a yes?” He smiled as you. “I guess so, Harris.” You said, making him chuckle. “I’ll see you around then, y/l/n.” He smirked before walking out your room, closing the door behind him: leaving you alone and confused in your room.

You quickly ran after him, opening up your door before calling out his name. He quickly turned around before raising one of his eyebrows. “How did you know my last name?” You yelled out in confusion. He smirked at you as he continued to walk down the hallways backwards, making you slightly smile at him. “I have my secrets,” He winked before turning around and ran down the stairs, leaving you speechless. A smile slowly crept over your face as you closed your door, sliding down it with your back pressed against it.

Maybe moving over here wasn’t such a bad decision after all.

Q&A - 2/24/17

Going through some private messages and emails and wanted to share a few, but before that I want to let you all know that I’ll be interviewed by another blogger very soon and I will post the link to that as soon as I can. Hopefully it will have some helpful information for you all. With that being said, let’s get into some questions.

dirtymindseeyoho says.. “You have a lot of good information about hotwifing on your blog, gonna use some of your ideas thanks”

Well dirtymind, thank you for the kind words. It’s great to know that I have support of followers like you afterall, this blog was intended to not only digest my journey to get my wife to have some open sexual experiences, it was meant to help others who have the same fantasies. I also appreciate the followup message you sent;

“I got her to submit to me last night… she actually said I submit to you I will do whatever you want me to and i will let you do what you want to do to me. I am yours. It was so hot and erotic first we were just playing around I told her to get on her knees then suck my dick and then I told her I have always wanted to slightly control her in the bedroom and I asked her how she would feel about that so then she proceeded to give me one of the best cock sucking I  ever had.  And then I made her beg me to let her come and I did that with my fingers”

Now some of  you might be thinking “what does that have to do with hotwifing?” and the answer is that if you can be open and honest with EACH OTHER sexually then you can openly discuss your fantasies without fear of being rejected or viewed differently in the eyes of your spouse.

jonesalley38 says.. “Hello I’m trying to get my fiancé into the bdsm lifestyle but she’s extremely strong willed and prudish woman but the other night when we had sex I tried something new, I was sucking and pulling on her tits I decided to choke her, the next thing I knew she was guiding my hand between her legs I never knew her clit could be that swollen or pussy so wet. I at that moment realized that the only thing would be better than this moment is watching another man doing these things to her, I’m I wrong for thinking this way?”

Jones, I’m going to share with this group exactly what I said to you in our private chat. You’re absolutely NOT wrong for thinking like this. This is YOUR fantasy. It’s a feeling that turns you on, and it may or may not be something you can even control. HOWEVER, you need to be open with your fiancee and COMPLETELY honest with her. You can’t just say “hey I want you to have sex with another man”. From personal experience with my wife, who is the same as your fiancee with her strong willed and somewhat prudish mentality, you HAVE TO explain everything and hold nothing back. She has to know how sexy you think she is, and how much you love and trust her, and that will translate into her realizing that you’re not trying to trap her into letting you have sex with another woman later on. I’ve found that, at least in my case, if your wife/fiancee/gf has the slightest bit of doubt of your intentions then she’s likely to blow the whole thing off. Just be completely honest, and remember. REASSURANCE IS THE KEY!

And to wrap up this edition of Q&A, I wanted to share a brief conversation I had with a follower that I found to be pretty exciting. At least for him.

eaglesmit1 started out by saying .. “I’m freaking out! I just sent my new hotwife, (married for 30 years but new to this), out on her first date!”

howtotrainyourhotwifeYeah? Write me and let me know how it goes! I’d love to share your story. Good or bad

eaglesmit1 “Wanted to let you know that I’ll send some details on how it went - but for now: GREAT! Also, my wife and I tend to over-think things so we actually have a written agreement of OUR hotwifing rules. I’ll send that too.

eaglesmit1 “Not too familiar with Tumblr so I guess I can just write you here? Anyway, my wife and I agreed to try hotwifing. The very next day she set up an account on a dating website and found a guy to meet her for lunch. she left, anklet and all, and that was an exciting moment. An hour later she texted saying things were going great and she likes him a lot. After another hour, she asked me to join them - which I did. I found her sitting across from him at the table with her feet up in his lap. He was nervous when he saw me but calmed down once he knew I was ok.with it. He had to leave soon after but she walked him out to his car and was gone for the longest time, (I was so turned on). She came back and said they talked and kissed and he’ll be over Saturday night…”

This is the kind of thing I love to see from my followers, and for those of you who are new to hotwifing, you’re likely not going to tell your wife or significant other that you want her to have sex with another man and have her immediately agree and jump right into it. It will be a LONG and slow journey in most cases, so be patient and don’t rush it. Once you see progress being made, don’t try and push it too fast. If you do, and she becomes scared or annoyed then it could come crashing down on you and she might back off completely! So be patient and take babysteps!

That’s it for this session of Q&A, but keep your questions coming! I’ll do my best to answer them all!

anonymous asked:

I've never seen this discussed, but I was thinking about how the Winter Soldier is a legend and a ghost, always concealed. Yet they sent him after the Starks unmasked. I guess they knew Howard would recognize him and they wanted that, but it still seems a weird thing to do. With Steve it's obvious, they knew it gave WS the advantage because Cap didn't want to kill him, but the Starks hardly seemed a threat. Sure it was psychological, but what was the point if they die fast? Got meta?

Okay, so, I really need to organize my meta. Because I swear I’ve read at least one meta post that talks about the mask and the inconsistency of its use throughout the movies. But I have almost forty pages of meta on my blog and I can’t seem to find it. I may not have reblogged it, in which case I fear it’s lost to the depths of Tumblr. (Can anyone help with this?)

For lack of resources to point you to, anon, let me ramble a bit and see if anything comes out of it.

From a storytelling standpoint, the mask is primarily for us, the viewers, so that we can have a dramatic identity reveal in Winter Soldier.

Or, really, I should say the mask is primarily for Steve because I think pretty much everyone in the audience knew the Winter Soldier was Bucky all along. Losing the mask simply confirmed it. However, the audience wants to see Steve have the revelation for himself, the moment of recognition. (And to this day that moment remains one of my favorite scenes in the entirety of the MCU. It was beautifully staged, and perfectly acted. Chris Evans emoted so much fear/hope/disbelief in one whispered, “Bucky?” and then Sebastian Stan contrasted that painfully with his flat reply, “Who the hell is Bucky?” I could go on about that exchange for ages.)

After that, the mask isn’t really needed. It served its purpose for the dramatic reveal and the story kind of… forgets it. 

Wouldn’t it have been great to have Steve in Civil War realize, “Oh! That guy who bombed the UN? He isn’t wearing a mask and Bucky definitely knew to wear a mask to hide his identity when he was dismantling governments and destroying world order, so that’s probably not him.” 

Give your old pal some credit, Steve. Sheesh. He was a professional sniper and knew how to be sneaky even before Hydra caught him. There’s a reason you haven’t been able to find him for the last two years. 

But I digress. 

Ostensibly the reason Bucky doesn’t have the mask for Civil War is again for the sake of storytelling. We need Howard to recognize him and say his name and for the Winter Soldier to look straight into the security feed so there’s no doubt whatsoever that James Buchanan Barnes, Steve Rogers’ best friend, killed Tony’s parents. That makes it possible for Tony to react immediately, without having to pause to question whether or not it’s actually Bucky (it thus prevents Tony from thinking things through and reacting with a clearer head). It serves the heat of the storytelling more than it serves a common sense, fully developed backstory for the use of the mask. 

I mean, we could say that Howard’s death is the inciting incident that makes the mask necessary. The Winter Soldier was both recognized and caught on camera on the night of December 16, 1991. It was apparently a big enough deal that detailed Hydra records led Zemo to seek out that specific tape, sight unseen, knowing without a doubt the rift it would cause between Steve and Tony. 

I wonder how much trouble the Winter Soldier’s handlers had to go through to get that security tape into their hands? (Because please imagine them freaking out about Peggy Carter finding out Bucky was still alive and a brainwashed captive of Hydra. She may have been getting on in years, but I have no doubt Hydra operatives were still actively terrified of her. She was there when Steve vowed revenge for Bucky. Steve died to avenge Bucky. There’s no way she wouldn’t take it personally if she found out Bucky was still alive. Same goes for the rest of the Howling Commandos.)

That being said, it seems kind of silly for Hydra to make that realization so late into the game. Even petty thieves know well enough to obscure their identities. 

So, we could say Howard’s death is the inciting incident, but it doesn’t make much sense if it was. Because that leaves about forty-odd years where the Winter Soldier was operating without a mask. And the chance he’d be recognized by former friends and family was a lot higher earlier on in his “career.”

At one point in the past—there’s no way to know if it was before or after Howard’s death—the Winter Soldier was photographed with his mask on. In Winter Solider, computer-incarnated Zola shuffles through a series of historical images, including this one. 

It’s hard to tell for sure, but the Winter Soldier seems to be wearing the mask here. Of course, the irony is that the arm and the star make him 100% identifiable. The difference being the arm identifies him as a weapon and an agent of Hydra, not as a person with a name and a history of his own. It doesn’t particularly matter if anyone sees the arm and, in fact, adds to the chilling mythos of the ghost story. Regular men don’t have metal arms. Monsters without faces have metal arms.

The mask obscures Bucky’s identity and it dehumanizes him. (It’s also an inverse of Captain America’s helmet, which I think is simply brilliant costuming.) Not only does it serve a practical purpose in keeping anyone from knowing who he is, it furthers Hydra’s subtle fear tactics by making the arm the Winter Solider’s identifying mark. Hydra had every reason to want to use the mask from the very beginning. 

If we try to make sense of the use of the mask in the context of the marvel universe, without breaking the fourth wall, and setting aside its presence (or lack thereof) as an obvious function of targeted storytelling goals, I think we’re only left with two options: Either Hydra deliberately sent the Winter Soldier after the Starks without a mask, or Bucky took the mask off himself. 

Bucky’s not really giving us any clues here, so…

Reasons Hydra might want to unmask the Winter Soldier, knowing he’d be recognized: 1.) To throw Howard off, just in case he was armed. The man built weapons for a living. It’s not unreasonable to assume he might be armed with something that could kill a super soldier. But if that super soldier was a former friend and ally? He might be less likely to defend himself and less likely to attack, thus giving the Winter Soldier room to maneuver. 2.) Sheer pettiness. Wanting to gloat. Letting Howard know with his dying breath that Hydra was still alive and well and that his obsessive work on duplicating the super soldier serum wasn’t going to create another Captain America, but something much worse. 

Reasons Bucky might have taken the mask off: Depending on how long he was out of cryo, his memories could have been coming back. Some part of him could have remembered the name of his target and he might have wanted to be identified—either to be saved or punished. But the programming was still enough in control that he couldn’t stop himself from completing the mission. 

Those are my best guesses, at least. I doubt Marvel’s creative team has given it much thought (though I would be delighted to be proven wrong in subsequent films). Does anyone out there remember any other meta posts about Bucky’s mask? Or have anything more to contribute for this anon? Please reply or reblog with your own thoughts/theories/headcanons! :)

Secret Admirer || Peter Parker x Reader

Can you imagine Peter Parker being totally in love with you after being friends with you for 3 years, and finally, Peter can’t stand being ‘just friends anymore’ so he decides to win you over with love notes and tiny gifts??

Yet you don’t know it’s coming from him since you always believed he had a crush on Liz? So Petey (being your bff) gets hella embarrassed every time you show him one of the notes and/or gifts he’s given you while giving you a baffling stare at how you still DIDNT KNOW that it’s him???

Let’s write about that. ((Lol lol lol GMM ref, I love Rhett and Link so much))

warnings: fLUFF

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

**dont repost or plagiarize this plot! Reblogs are fine!!


The first note you received happened one morning when you opened your locker to retrieve your books.

Your final year at Midtown couldn’t go by fast enough for you. Despite all of the good memories you had at this place with your friends, you were ready to get out of this school.

All you had to do was finish strong.

Heading toward your locker, you see Peter standing against his locker and gesture at him to follow you, “Come on! Walk with me, it’s been a while since the last time we talked to each other.”

He appeared hesitant, constantly shifting his gaze away from you while he ran a hand through his hair, “What are you talking about [Nickname], I m-mean, we spoke to each other yesterday.”

With a roll of your eyes, you quickly wrap your arm around Peter’s, forcing him to follow you to your locker as you linked your arms together with his. “Come on, dude, you know that I’ll always need my daily spidey fix!”

“Ssh!!! Not so loud, [Name]!”

You laugh at Peter’s flustered expression when you mention his alter ego’s nickname, finding him to be incredibly adorable as he tried to hide the fact that he was Spider-Man.

Reaching your locker, you notice from the corner of your eyes how jittery Peter appeared. While you were working on unlocking your locker, Peter’s trembling seemed to get stronger when it opened as a tiny folded note fell to the ground.

“U-uhm I-I g-gotta go! I just r-remembered that N-Ned needed me for s-something, bye!”

You pick up the note to see your name written in an unfamiliar script on it. About to say something to Peter, you face him, only to be met with his retreating form as he ran off in the opposite direction.

“Okay, that was weird as fuck.” You shrug, returning your attention back to the note as you carefully unfolded it. Upon reading its contents, you felt your cheeks turn red:

I’ve always loved you.


Your thoughts were consumed with that singular note; your mind constantly replaying that simple declaration of love.

You wondered who the author was throughout Calculus, making you completely miss the question when you were called on.

You tried to decipher the handwriting during English Lit, only to be caught off guard when your teacher made you read an excerpt from the story you were discussing.

Even when lunch period came, you found that you didn’t have an appetite as you grabbed a bottle of water with an apple to serve as your lunch for the day.

Finding your usual table next to Peter and Ned, you sit between them, not noticing the way Peter had immediately stiffened.

“You guys, I think I have a secret admirer.” You tell both boys, still looking at the note.

“Really?” You heard Ned ask while taking bites of his turkey sandwich, “I didn’t think any guys would go for girls like you.” He laughs at the joke, making you playfully punch his arm in response.

“Shut up, I’m being serious! Here just take a look at this! The dude said that he’s always loved me!” You show Ned the note, not paying attention to Peter when he choked on his milk. “I mean, it sounds sincere, but there is also a chance that this could have been given to me as a joke.”

While Ned looks at the note, you finally heard Peter as he blurted out, “No one would ever say that they loved you as a joke, [Name]! I wouldn’t- I mean-!!”

You and Ned both give Peter a look of concern, “Peter, what? How would you know that?”

“I don’t kn-know that! Anyways, I gotta go and help L-Liz with something!” Peter stands from his seat, carrying his tray that carried his half eaten food as he threw the contents away before running out of the cafeteria.

Seeing Peter freaking out, Ned was practically smirking now, realizing just who had given you the note. “Here,” he slides the note back over to you, watching you with a curious expression when you sighed.

“Seriously, if this wasn’t a joke, then who wrote it?”

Ned simply shrugs while hiding his wide grin by taking bites of his sandwich.

The boy knew exactly who the author of the note was, but he was never gonna tell you for fear of ruining the fun.


The second note you received came as a delivery to your house as it was coupled along with a cute blue penguin plush.

The note (like the first one) contained a single sentence as you read:

I love you as much as you love penguins (maybe even more so).

What that note stated was an absolute fact. You absolutely adored penguins, and seeing this gift made you even more curious as to who was the identity of your admirer. Because you loved the little blue booger so much, you decided to take him to school with you the next day.

Not caring that so many people were giving you odd looks, you continue to hold the penguin close to your chest, making your way toward Peter. Seeing him with his back turned toward you, you hold up your penguin plush so that it covered your face.

When Peter finally turned around, he jumps at the sight of the penguin plush as you spoke in a cutesy tone, “Peter Parker, I wuv you!! Tell me I’m cute and handsome!!”

“[Name], hey. You scared me.” He gently moves the penguin away from your face, smiling at you as his cheeks were tinged in a slight pink hue, “What’s up? W-was that from your a-admirer?”

You nod and show him a wide grin, “It was from him! And I also got a really cute note, this time saying how my admirer loved me as much as I loved penguins.” You laugh and hold the penguin plush close to your chest, “I don’t really talk about my obsession with penguins, so whoever is giving me these notes must have been watching me for a while now.”

“You have no idea.” Peter mumbles, but you didn’t catch his words, “What was that, Pete?”

He clears his throat and asks, “I was just wondering if you were s-scared of this guy, whoever h-he is, I mean- The f-fact that he’s been paying so much attention to you must make you nervous.”

Your nose wrinkles in response to his question, “Well, I don’t think so. I think that if my admirer ever revealed himself to me, then I would still like him all the same.” You think about it for a few more minutes before admitting, “However, if he turned out to be Flash…” you hold up your stuffed penguin and purposely loom it over one of the trash cans, “Then this little booger is going in the trash.”

Peter couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face, “I’m sure that it wasn’t Flash who gave you those notes and that penguin.”

You laugh and nuzzle your penguin buddy, “Yeah, I think it isn’t Flash either. Whoever is sending me such sweet gifts has got to be hella kind with a big heart.” Staring at Peter, you wink at him and say, “You know, if you did sweet stuff like this for Liz, I’m sure she’d be yours in no time at all!”

When the bell rang, you cursed softly, “Shit, I’m late for my first class. Later Pete!”

You run off to class, leaving Peter alone. He stays still for several seconds before letting out a low chuckle, “God, will you ever know?

I’ve always wanted you from the start.”


The third note you received was delivered to you personally by your secret admirer.

It was the end of the school day, and you were deep in thought. It had been several weeks since you received the first note, and you still didn’t have a clue as to who your secret admirer was.

His handwriting was written in a slanted script, and you had never seen anyone with that handwriting before. This made things a lot more challenging for you, and you were beginning to think that your admirer would never appear.

Being so deep in thought, you end up wandering around the hallways, not stopping until you felt your nose run into someone’s back. Wincing to show your slight pain, you rub at your nose to see someone familiar standing before you, “Ah, hey Peter! D-Did you not go home yet? What are you doing here?”

Peter doesn’t answer you, just silently holds out a folded piece of paper for you to take. You tilt your head and slowly take the letter from him, wondering what Peter was doing with it. Recognizing the slanted script, you gasp and unfold the letter to read:

I’ve been in front of you this whole time. When will you finally begin to see?

“Peter- oh my god, it’s y-” you were suddenly cut off when you felt Peter press his lips against yours. You moan, leaning even closer to Peter when you felt him delve his fingers into your hair. His touch was soft, gentle, reverent even when he pulled away to look at you.

Your face was dyed red, making you look away from him when you murmur, “It was you this whole time?”

He laughs, wrapping an arm around you, “Your oblivious nature was seriously driving me insane. Even Ned knew. You were just so slow that I didn’t think you’d ever figure it out. So I…I had to do something. I like you so much, [Name].”

You laugh and wrap your arms around his back, “Oh God, I’m so stupid. You’re right, the signs were all there! How nervous you were, how you never looked me in the eye when I talked about the notes. Oh, and how- mmmph!”

Peter kisses you again, keeping his eyes shut as he hoped to stop your embarrassing rant about him. It took all of the courage he had to give you his last note, and he wanted nothing more than to finally have you in his arms.

He knew that his feelings were requited from the way you kissed him back, and he couldn’t have been happier when he thought,



Originally posted by eveenstar

I Want Crazy

Originally posted by constiellation

Summary: you’re surprised when someone familiar sits next to you on your plane ride home, and even more surprised when he talks to you

Song Inspiration: I Want Crazy, Hunter Hayes

Pairing: Jensen x Reader  (sort of)

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: language, mild embarrassment, other than that none

A/N: so I’ve never written Jensen before, and I’m kind of nervous about it… let me know what you guys think. Also, sorry for the Massachusetts crap, but I don’t know anywhere else well enough.

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