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Sibling Intervention (Jasper Hale x Reader) w/Brother! Emmett

Plot: Hi I really liked your Jasper imagine so can you do another one where you’re his newborn mate, and the wolf pack are coming over to help train and him and Emmett get protective over you? Like the whole “I’m your big brother and I’m supposed to keep you away from the mutts” kinda thing lol. Thank uuuu” (requested)

Word Count: 1,275

Warnings: I think some swearing, but other than that, none.

A/N: this was really fun to make, I’m actually kinda proud if this one! Thanks to the anon that requested this! I hope you like it.

I was standing next to Jasper who was grabbing my hand and squeezing it at times to reassure me and I knew that he was trying to calm me down and it was working perfectly as I was no longer nervous or afraid.

“Well, Jasper has experience in newborns, he will teach us how to defeat them” Carlisle’s calm voice sounded through the forest, he was standing a little bit further than us facing the wolves who just came.

Silence surrounded us once again but Edward’s voice filled the empty space quickly.

“They want to know how a newborn is different than us”

Carlisle turned a little and looked at me smiling a little like if he was asking if it was okay to introduce me, I just nodded.

“Well, we happen to have one with us today” He positioned himself next to me and place a hand on my shoulder “This is (Y/N), she is Jasper’s mate, our newest member of the family, hence why her eyes are different from us but don’t worry, she is transitioning and will be just like us soon”

“They still want to know the difference, they say she looks just like us” I wasn’t even looking but I knew that Emmett was grinning on his spot; he was the one that enjoyed the most me being a newborn and having my strength.

Carlisle looked at Jasper and motioned him to continue speaking while he left to go back next to Esme; Jasper nodded and moved a little closer but still holding my hand.

“She is stronger than us; her blood is still on her tissues making her more physically powerful. Our kind is stronger on our first several months of this life, that’s why they are created” he looked at me and gave me a side smile “not in her case though” he looked again at the wolves “a newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army, that’s why no human army could stand against them”

The black wolf that was standing right in from of me growled, his eyes never leaving mine. Jasper noticed that so he moved to a side pushing me slightly backward but I was still close to him.

“There are two important things that you have to remember” he raised his voice a bit “First, never let them get their arms around you, they will crush you in a second” he looked around giving a warning look to our family but turned back to see the wolves “and never go for the obvious kill, they will be expecting that and you’ll lose”

He quickly turned and grabbed my hand again but left me next to Edward as he kept walking forward to the center of the forest.

“Emmett” he simply called and in a second Emmett was standing a couple of meters away from him but still facing Jasper. “Don’t hold back”

“Not in my nature” he said and grinned at Jasper before launching himself onto him but in a couple of seconds, Emmett was lying on the floor, his face facing the sky.

“Never lose focus” he cockily said while moving aside from him and coming to my side to snake his arm on my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Prepare yourself, babe, you are next”

I only smiled in anticipation, I loved wrestling, I became one of my favorite hobbies once I turned, and it just was really fun for me. Even though I knew he wasn’t completely okay with the fact that I was fighting today it was just to train, I knew he wouldn’t let me participate when the actual fight took place, so I just wanted to have fun.

Edward and Carlisle were fighting intensely, neither of them backing off; Jasper let go of me and started walking around them inspecting every movement, but at the end, Edward was the clear winner and turned to see Jasper.

“One more thing” he said and in an instant Carlisle grabbed Edward and pushed him onto the ground and I couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Never turn your back on the enemy”

Jasper made his way to the center and spoke to everyone once again.

“Okay, so now that we got the basics covered, it’s time for a real newborn to step in” He said and turned his head to look at me, giving me a cocky smile which I returned with a huge grin. I knew this was going to be extremely easy for me, but anyway it was fun. I made my way next to him, and he cupped my face with one hand and looked at me profoundly before walking away next to the rest of the family.

I turned and looked at Rosalie, bringing my hand up and pointing my fingers at her I motioned her to come with me, she slowly made her way towards me with her arms crossed against her chest.

Once she was close enough I nodded and she quickly threw two punches at me which I easily dodged them taking my opportunity to grab her arm and twisted it forcing her body to twist as well but she felt to the ground crouching in one leg and tried to make me fall with the leg that was stretched but I jumped before it could even touch me, and before my feet touched the ground I pushed my hand over her chest making her fall flat on the ground, making a small crater when she hit the ground.

“You can’t still beat me, Rose” I laughed at her while she was standing up, she just gave me a ‘fuck off’  look and made her way back to her spot.

“Emmett, your turn” Jasper called out and in a quick second I had Emmett in front of my with a shit eating grin that made me laugh.

“Please don’t you dare to hold back, big boy” I purred to him tilting my head a little. He cracked his neck just to show off but his face changed almost immediately making me furrow my eyebrows together.

“Wait a minute” he said raising a hand like stopping everything and stared into nothing as if he was thinking to himself “I’m your big brother (YN)” he suddenly stated and I couldn’t be more confused.

“Well, yeah…” I trailed off, not really sure where he was trying to say.

“I’m not supposed to encourage you into fighting, even less with the mutts” he spat and looked at me with a serious face “Goddammit, I’m your big brother!” he stated again but now shouting and I looked at the rest of the clan but they all had the same face, they were staring at Emmett with a confused grin like I was. “We are done, missy, you are going home”

In less than a second, I was thrown into his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and he was walking away from everyone.

“Wait, what the actual fuck, put me down!” I tried to wiggle out but even if I was stronger this position didn’t help me at all, and all I could do was to give up and just look back where Carlisle was standing next to Jasper shouting to Emmett.

“Emmett, bring her back, we need her!” Carlisle shouted at us.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you!” and with that, he started running with me on his back.

We are going to be siblings, you said, it will be so fun, you said” I said but the only response that I had from him was a loud laugh; I sighed, I give up.

Just a movie, babe (S.M. smut)

A/N: Okay i actually got myself aroused while writing oh my gawd! its smutty as fuck. ENJOY!


Shawn’s P.O.V.

I unlock the door and open it, and before I can even get a foot in the door I hear Y/n’s voice yelling.

“Shawn! oh thank god” not a second later i see her running towards the door…towards me terror on her face. I drop my jacket and keys so she can run into my arms. “WHAT! Whats the matter babe!?” I ask, panic in my voice. She wraps her arms around my neck and hold her tighter than i’ve ever held anything in my life. 

“I just watched that movie with that psycho hockey player!” she cried out….her face is still hidden my neck but I let go of her waist. My facial expression instantly changes from anxious to blank. 

“Friday the 13th” I correct her. 

“yeaaah. oh my god i’m so glad you’re home Shawnie i was so scared here alone” she whimpers. “get off of me” I chuckle, backing away from her and picking up the items I dropped a second ago. 

“what? nooo you’re suppose to protect me!” she gasped. “From…Netflix? its just a movie babe” I shake my head and make my way the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “for a second there i thought you were a good boyfriend” she pouts while locking the door and walking into the kitchen after me. I look down at her and she rolls her eyes, taking the water bottle from my hands and drinking a sip. “For a second there i thought you were actually in danger. And would a bad boyfriend let you steal their water?” I smirk before taking the bottle back. I take a sip but almost spill some on myself when pokes me in the side.

“jerk! id like to see you sit through a scary movie without feeling the least bit paranoid” she challenged.

“Let’s watch one tonight then”

“Hell no! i’m already freake-”

“I’m here now so I wont let a hockey player or anyone else get my girl” I know she loves it when I call her that. I see her fighting back the smile it always causes. “okay fine but i swear to god if you try to scare me later on i’m going to strangle you” she squints her eyes to try and intimidate me but all it does is make it even harder for me to take her serious. She so short and doe eyed, its really hard for me to be scared of her. 

45 minutes later

“Shawn you’re supposed to be watching this” she giggled pushing my hand away from her thigh. “Id rather be doing this though” I smirk, moving my hand back to her leg and leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. She sighs with a smile and crosses her arms. “i shouldn’t let you even sit on the same couch as me considering you told me to get off of you earlier” she teased

“haha y/n” I started “but remember what happened before that?”

“You were holding me?” she guessed, looking over at me.

“Yeah. I thought something was wrong and that-….I don’t know” I ran a hand through my hair, reliving that moment when my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

What would you have done if there was a real killer in here?” she questioned. 

“I usually say violence isn’t the answer but I guess i’d have to kill him” I laugh. I see her eyes turn a bit darker and she took a deep breath. “….did that turn you on or something?” I joke. She doesn’t verbally answer but she guides my hand back to her thigh, and then further up to one of my favorite places on her body. I start rubbing her thought her pajama shorts and judging by how soft she feels right now, i’m one hundred percent positive she isn’t wearing panties. 

She bites her lip and whimpers while pressing my hand harder into her. With her other hand she pulls her shorts to the side and waits for me to do the rest. I rub for a few more seconds to make sure she’s absolutely dripping for me.

I finally have her where I want her and by now she’s almost at her peak. I take two of my fingers and wet them in my mouth before sliding them inside her. Her mouth is hanging open, a look of disbelief on her face. “sh- shawaann” she gasped. I shake my head “I know I know, that was really dirty” I chuckle, still pumping in and out of her.

 “mmm baby you..you’ve never done that…that was h-hot” she struggled through her moans. “fuck” I grunt before pulling away from her and undoing my belt and zipper quicker than I ever have before. Without me having to tell her, she swung a leg over me and pulled her shorts to the side once again. She pulls my hard-on out of my boxers and runs her thumb over the head of it. 

“aahh baby..fuck ride me” I groan

She sinks down on me, the material of her shorts are out of the way but still add some friction every time she comes back down. Her hands find my hair and I can feel my climax building with every stroke. My hands grip her ass and i help move her up and down. “nnh shawnie right there..” she whimpers. I guide her face to my neck and she begins nibbling at my jaw line. She picks up the pace for a second before pulling me out almost all the way. She’s teasing me

“ don’t you fucking stop y/n” I growl in her ear. She starts to grind again but this time, she starts to lose her rhythm. She’s close, so am I.

“i’m almost there baby oooh fuck…yes” she nods at me and i’m assuming she feels the same. Just when I feel her clench around me, I lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze her ass just enough to make her really feel it.

  I’m moaning out her name along with a list of profanities, she’s riding out her high and when I glance down I can see her biting on her finger. I could cum again just watching her. My breathing evens out and even though we’ve both finished, she’s still slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and kisses me with so much passion, it makes me smile. 

I just love her so much.

I grab her waist to stop her movements because my dick is way too sensitive right now. “another go?” she chirps. “give me like 20 minutes babe”

We laugh and she pulls herself off of me, shifting her attention to the tv to catch the last scene of that damn movie.

Story Time

Being able to watch Newsies Live whenever I want has reawakened my love for this musical and a hilarious memory.

So I was lucky enough to see the original cast when Newsies first came to Broadway with my sister and mom. We decided to splurge a little bit on our seats since we rarely go to shows and Newsies is one of our favorite movies.

We had center, first row, aisle seats and being that close to the stage and the dancing literally entrances you. Like, I could see the spit flying out of their mouths and the sweat dripping off their faces and it was magical.

But sitting first row and getting so caught up in the show means you fail to take in your surroundings. And my memory is so hazy about where this incident takes place, but I think it’s the theater rally when Jack shows up after being paid off by Pulitzer.

In the original show, Jack doesn’t arrive at the rally from backstage, but by walking down the aisle. And being so mesmerized by the show, my sister and I had no clue that Jeremy Jordan was in the audience.

So when he suddenly appeared by my side to say his line, my sister and I freaking jumped in our seats and screamed, which caused the people in the rows behind us to crack up, and honestly I’m surprised Jeremy Jordan did not break character after he scared the life out of two fansies who were too into the musical to even notice that the lead was standing beside them.

Pride Month gift to my dearly beloved darling dew (AKA My Joy) @kibadoglover45 <3

Decided to just go with cuddling for this one because I think it’s one of our most favorite pass-times, haha. 
I also just generally have a lot of good memories of her involved with days that ended in such activity too. Can’t wait for the many more to come. <3
There’s so many places and things I’m excited to show her once I get to see her again! <333
Love you, Kiba!! <3333

This is part 7 of the Catacombs series. The Catacombs is an abandoned rock quarry that exists under Paris. At one point the  cemeteries of Paris were full so they threw the human bones down in this quarry and that is why its called the catacombs. There are hundreds of kilometers of tunnels and rooms in the catacombs. It is illegal to enter. There is a community of people who explore and party down there know as cataphiles (lovers of the catacombs). The catacombs is my favorite place on the planet. To see previous parts of this series go to my page titled ‘Catacombs.’Click ‘keep reading’ to see some of my photos of the catacombs.

Jet Lag and Chinese

Prompt: Can I request a justice league war Clark/superman x reader? Some cute fluff with implied nsfw? Or JLW Clark saving the reader and then ending up with a date or something?

Requested by: counting-sinful-stars    


     You like sitting in his chair. It fills you with an unbridled delight as you spin in it, and go through his works in progress. If you were anyone else, someone might say you were nosy. But you and Clark know the truth.

    You hear him before you see him, “Seriously?”

    You peek up from behind the file, “Is that seriously a question?”

    Clark gives you a good natured smile before leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek, before moving to sit on the edge of his desk. “When did you get back?”

    You give another spin in the chair, “About two hours ago. I figured I’d come see my favorite reporter.”

    He smiles, “And here I thought you liked me for more than just my writing.”

    You shrug, “I also like looking at you.” The two of you stare at each other before bursting out in laughter. The fact that no one even bothers to look over shows just how deep your friendship goes.

    “How did the shoot go?”

    You grin, “It was amazing. I thought of you while I was there.”

    “Oh yeah?”

    “Yep, I saw a monkey with that same clueless look you get sometimes.”

    “Maybe it’s a cousin?”

    “That is an insult to the monkey. Anyways, I was thinking we could pick up Chinese and have a movie marathon before jet lag kicks my butt tomorrow.”

    You see his grin falter, “Tonight?”

    “Yes.” Your brow furrows, “Do you have plans? Because last time I checked the city isn’t in peril.”

    “I kind of have a date.”

    Your eyes go wide for a second, “A date? Did you finally wear Lois down?”

    He fiddles with his glasses for a second before saying, “No, her name is Diana.”

    “Diana, as in Wonder Woman?”

    “Yes.”

    You nod in understanding, “Oh okay. Good for you slugger.” The false cheeriness is evident to your own ears, and one look at Clark’s face tells you that he hears it too.

    “I’ll try to reschedule.”

    You shake your head, “No Clark. I’ll be fine. You go on a date with your girl.”

    His eyes light up, “You should come with us.”

    You shake your head, “I really shouldn’t.” You sigh, “Chinese food and action movies are calling my name Clark. I haven’t slept in my own bed in over a month. I’m going to go home. But we’ll get together soon. We’ll put on your calendar and everything.”  

    You start backing up before he can say anything else. “See ya later.”

    You get out of there before you can start to cry. You hold the tears in until you’re in front of your apartment. What awaits you is a perfectly clean space and a full fridge. You’re suddenly very glad for that cleaning service because all of your energy has vanished.

    You wash the smell of plane off, before changing into pajamas and ordering your food. Then you put in Die Hard and settle in. You browse through the photos you had taken on your last shoot in Asia. And then you come to older ones.

    Pictures of you and Clark. Clark Kent had been your best friend from the time he had stumbled into that janitor’s closet in an attempt to escape sounds no one else could hear. You’d been hiding from a bully. From the first moment you’d met you’d known he was different.

    You’d grown up privy to his secret, keeping it from even your own parents. You’d gone to college together. Hell, you’d been there to ridicule him the first time he put on the suit. You’d watched him on the news, and watched as the world fell in love with him. You took comfort in knowing that you’d loved him before he was Superman. He was your best friend and you loved him like a brother.

And now he had Diana. They were a match made in heaven, and from the way his eyes had lit up when he had said her name, she was here to stay …at least for a while.You weren’t particularly happy about it either. You’d been in this situation before. You’d watched friends draw away in favor of those they were dating. It was one of the reasons you’d kept a tight knit circle of friends, and why you traveled so much. You’d never thought you’d lose Clark though. The sound of knocking on your door draws you out of your thoughts.

    You set the laptop down, grab the cash and walk to the door. Ready to put thoughts of what would never come to rest. Then you opened the door and regretted not going straight to sleep.

    Clark’s smile was echoed by the woman next to him. They were both dressed in civilian clothes and wearing glasses. And they were both carrying giant bags of Chinese. Clark’s grin simply widened as he said, “Delivery.”

    You did your best to keep the horror off your face, “I thought you had a date.”

    “We did,” your eyes flashed to the woman, “but then Clark told me about you, and your tradition and I insisted that we continue it. Our traditions sustain us after all. And I wanted to meet his best friend and the woman who has kept his secret. It is an honor to meet you, my sister.”

    And then she was hugging you. You were forced to wrap your arms around her to keep your balance as you became perfectly aware of just how sloppy you looked next to her. Her outfit was great, her hair was perfect, and you were working with ten hours on a plane and the start of jet lag.

    If you’d had laser vision, Clark would have been a puddle. So you did the only thing you could in that situation, you glared at your best friend and let the perfect couple into your home. The thought of recounting this tale to Ma Kent also filled you with a certain amount of sadistic glee that worried you only a bit.

As you closed the door and stared at the two of them acting lovey Dovey in your kitchen, you prepared yourself for a long night. If there was one thing worse than losing your best friend to a new significant other, it was watching them be lovey dovey while you were single.


AN: So I talked about this one-shot with @counting-sinful-stars and in the end I decided I wanted to do a best friend fic. There will be no romance between the reader and Clark. Just a very close and fluffy best friend relationship. This takes place in the Justice League War Universe which is why it’s DianaXClark.

S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.


Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N!”
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Okay.”
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

"Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.

×××

Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.

×××

“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”

Doll.

My perfect day.

502 - Bad Gateway

I usually work in computer lab 203, the one on the second floor. It’s crowded and always noisy, a lot of the students from the techier fields frequent it.
It’s always filled with the noise of speaking, often conversations, but sometimes you can hear the hushed voices as well, the whispered rumors of the odd behaviour of some students at this place, about the weird rumors running around the other programmes, the “artsier” ones in particular.

They all whisper and scoff, as if they were insane, about how their weird superstitions and habits were unwarranted and nothing was odd or off about the university besides the students themselves.
Yet… as much as they laugh and shake their heads at these things, I’ve never seen any of them ever take a step into 502. The computer lab on the 5th floor, the highest floor in the building.
I’ve been there. Many times. Any time  my code is fighting against me and just not getting done, and I’m about to hit the deadline (admit it, we’ve all been there) I go up there.

That place… it’s like one of those weird corners in a library. Empty. Forgotten by everyone, even time. I’m not sure what it is about it, but I always seem to somehow be able to urge a couple more hours out of the day when I sit there. I like it up there, it’s quiet and calm, it lets me work in peace.
I always get to pick my favorite seat, the one rig that’s seated at the window, overlooking the grounds below, and letting me see the sun setting (and more then once: rising) accross the sky.
The first time I found it I asked some of my classmates why nobody ever used it. “It’s 3 stories higher than the other one, why bother?” They answer with a shrug.

I talked with some of the others about it, about the same answers from all of them. Until I met one of the english majors. They gave me a look as if I’d gone insane. I was then stuck in a almost hour-long rant about the same things we’d been told when we got here. How I shouldn’t visit “off” places and not go around this place “unprotected”. I didn’t really think too much about it, everyone has a right to think whatever they want and such. But going through all the trouble they insisted I should do? to hang out in a computer lab room? I just couldn’t see why that’d matter.

That attitude changed fast. I learned fast to bring an additional cup of cocoa and ‘smellows when I needed to visit. The cup would always be emptied when I came back, I’d check the login history of every machine. leave small traps in the door and leave clutter around in the room to check if anyone walked in when I wasn’t looking or if a cleaner just took it. It was always the same, only my “gift” was taken, nobody entered or used the room besides me and nobody was there to clean. There was always only me. Well, there were no other students or people at least.

I learned to ignore the brushing feeling that often ran across my shoulders. To put my music up extra loud in my ear, not listen to the other noises and conversations. I made a habit of buying  extra salty snacks, let the bags of leftover salt lie around where I moved a lot. I’ve started keeping my backups and more treasured files in a usb drive safely kept around my neck in an iron chain.

I’ve gotten used to it, and to be honest. The price is worth it. I have this entire room to myself now and have networked all the machines. I have more computing power than a lot of the other students could only dream to reach in the cluttered rooms below. And the alone time is honestly pretty nice. Even if it can get pretty difficult to leave the room sometimes… when the rising sun again paints the unused screens in the colors I pretend not to see, ignoring the promises and words they tell me…

x

One of my favorite things about that shouldn’t-have-been-deleted Memori scene is how giggly they are in bed. The scene both starts and ends with Emori laughing, first at him making a joke and then at the end when he pounces on her. A lot of sex scenes are treated with this unrealistic level of Seriousness, and what you don’t see is couples being playful with each other and having fun.

Despite the iffyness of her being chipped later on, we see a bit of this in “Demons” too, like she is basically going “boy where is the nearest place you can give me an orgasm” and LOOK HOW CUTE:

or when he turns her around, actually being kind of dominant and sexy, and she just has this giant grin on her face:

So going back to the deleted bit - between the intimacy with her hand and his little ‘we make a good team please tell me you like me?’ we see them both have a moment where they’re vulnerable and reassuring and safe together. But what’s really beautiful to me is how *happy* they are. Just delighted with each other in a very Murphy/Emori way. I just think it’s really sweet to see them like that and it’s such a healthy portrayal of sex between them.

Anyone who is considering seeing La La Land (2016, Damien Chazelle), please do it is a genius musical that is much more then just a musical. It’s a beautiful story about following your dreams and how not everything you want is just given to you. Anyone who loves film can really appreciate the thought that has gone into each shot, even the first scene stands out from most movies. A majority of it has such profound undertones of how not everything works out the way you want it to but you have to just go with it and grow up. Anyone who sees this movie can relate to some aspect of it. It takes you to a place where you forget everything around you when you watch it, its magical.The awards it has won it clearly deserves. The acting is amazing, everyone knows that Emma and Ryan are amazing actors and the casting for this film is perfect they work so well together and the chemistry between them is uncanny. I highly suggest you see it, it will forever have a place as one of my favorite movies. 

thewrap.com
'Once Upon a Time' Creators Defend Cast Shakeup: Fans Want Us to 'Rot in Hell'
Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz tell TheWrap in an interview that "it was time to end one adventure and begin a new one"

“Once Upon a Time” fans experienced quite the roller coaster ride over the course of the past week, and that was even before Sunday’s game-changing Season 6 finale aired.

ABC picked up the fairy-tale drama series for a seventh season on Thursday, but this was quickly followed by the news on Friday that the upcoming run would be without its core cast members, as Ginnifer Goodwin (Snow) and Josh Dallas (Charming) are joining Jennifer Morrison (Emma) out the door at the end of the season.

“OUAT” co-creators and executive producers Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz tell TheWrap in an interview that they have known for the better part of a year that these cast members would be leaving, and that the show’s refocus is all about what’s best creatively. However, they are aware that some fans might not exactly be thrilled to say goodbye to their favorite characters — or less euphemistically, that there are viewers who want them to “rot in hell.”

The showrunners also weighed in on which departing cast member still wanted to stay with the show, how soon viewers will meet the mom of Henry’s daughter and why the new season will be similar to the first.

News broke last week that a number of cast members are leaving. How do you feel about fans’ reactions to the shakeup?

Adam Horowitz: To be quite honest, we haven’t looked at a lot of it because we can guess that the reactions [range] from, “I will never watch this show again,” and “Rot in hell.” But these are the same people two weeks ago that were saying, “When are they going to give someone their happy ending?” So if we listened to the internet, there’s too many voices and too many opinions. What we felt was the show always was bold: At the end of Season 1, we broke the premise of the show, and we broke the curse. And I think everybody would agree six seasons later that if Emma still didn’t believe in it, the show would not be on the air. So we felt it was time to end one adventure and begin a new one.

Edward Kitsis: We want the fans to enjoy the show, obviously, but we have to find the way to keep it surprising and keep it fresh and keep it moving forward. If there are questions about what we’re going to do and how they feel about it, I think our hope is that when they see what we’re planning to do, that they’re just as engaged as they’ve always been.

The Season 6 finale felt like it could have been a series finale. At what point were you assured by the network that the show would be coming back?

Kitsis: We have been talking with the network all year, but in a lot of ways, it could have been a series finale, absolutely. As we said, we wanted to end the chapter to that first book. We had gone into the year always wanting to do that. If we didn’t have a Season 7, that would have been exactly how we ended the show. We’ve been putting this new iteration together for a while.

Horowitz: We’ve been talking with the studio and the network about this for a very long time, and if it hadn’t worked out, it would have ended the same way, but we’re just glad everybody wanted to continue.

Josh and Ginnifer told you about a year ago that they were ready to move back to Los Angeles [from Vancouver, where the series shoots]. But when did you know that the other cast members would be leaving? Were any of the casting decisions made in an effort to save money and help ensure that the show gets renewed?

Kitsis: It’s really a case of, it’s an ensemble show, and a lot of people are at different points in their life. And after 134 episodes, some people, they’ve been living away from home for six years, and some people wanted to return, some people had kids. So we started the year kind of knowing who wanted to stay on if we were going to get another year, and who decided it was time, as we said, to retire their jersey after a hall of fame career. Josh and Ginny, we knew they were going to leave this year, so we wrote a year that allowed them to get their happy ending. Everything was amicable — there was [nothing based on] pickups. Everything was made out of a creative decision, which is hard for people to believe, I guess.

Horowitz: It’s funny because the announcements came out last week, so as far as the fans were concerned, it was like, “Wow, all at once.” But this is stuff we’ve been talking about all year, so we’ve designed the whole season to reach this point. It wasn’t like, all of sudden last week we had to do a giant rewrite. It’s just, it kind of is what it is. Shows that are lucky enough to be on as long as we have, have to at certain points change and grow and go in different directions, and I think that’s what’s happened. For us, this is a natural evolution of what the show has always been.

Kitsis: For us, every year felt like a new season of a new show anyway, so we’re willing to do another high-wire act.

It sounds like Rebecca Mader (Zelena) wanted to continue with the show. Was that just a situation where there aren’t more stories to tell with her character?

Kitsis: That was a really hard one because we worked with Rebecca on “Lost.” We literally created the role for her — we called her and said, “We have a role for you — will you come on and do the show?” She’s phenomenal. “Wicked Always Wins” is one of my favorite songs from the [“OUAT”] musical. And it’s like having this great player, but we felt like we’re kind of doing this new thing next year, and unfortunately, creatively there wasn’t a place yet. But that doesn’t mean we won’t see her back because we love Rebecca, we love that role. We don’t think it will be the last we see of her — it just means she’s not going to be a regular in the way she’s carried on for the last few years.

How often might the exiting characters pop up in Season 7 cameos?

Horowitz: I think what we can tell is you can see everybody. Even people who have been dead on our show come back three years later. There’s a difference between, “I want to do a couple [episodes] a year,” and “I want to be there permanently.”

Kitsis: I think if all goes according to plan, you’ll see a lot of people pop in and out. It wasn’t like we did a finale for Season 6 where there was a massacre at the end. These characters are going on, so we would love to have them go in and out as they can and if the story warrants it.

The finale revealed that Henry has a daughter. How soon will we find out who the mom is, and is it someone from the fairy-tale realm?

Horowitz: We will find out who she is in the premiere. It will be somebody from the fairy-tale realm, and what we can tell you is that Henry and that woman will be an epic romance in the tradition of Snow and Charming.

Fans have been trying to guess which new characters will be introduced. What can you tease about that? Can we assume Moana might be on the horizon?

Horowitz: Like always, we will be pulling from the iconic, both the new and the historical. For us, the fun of this is getting to retell origin stories, finding out who people are in the real world without magic.

What Writers Can Learn from Wonder Woman

I don’t know about you, but I was nervous about a Wonder Woman movie. DC had been butchering their properties in an effort to be edgier and making bad choices along the way. This was the first time Wonder Woman was going to get her own movie. She had a TV show and part in animated movies and shows, but this was her big moment.

Be a role model for everyone

Do a search here on Tumblr, and you see plenty of people who see Diana as a role model, but that’s just in the real world. If you look at some of the more inspirational scenes, you will find her changing costumes to respect the places she is visiting. One of my favorites is when she teaches a young girl how to sword fight when the boys won’t let her play in their game. There is even a scene in one of the animate movies where there is a man who is protesting her, but when she uses her lasso, he admits that sometimes he dresses up like her because it makes him feel powerful. Her response is simply, “Embrace your truth.”

Don’t be afraid to step out on your own

Most viewers already knew that Diana had been separated from her Amazon sisters, but it is still an important lesson. Diana is willing to reject everything she has known because of the mission she feels she has been called to take on. She goes into an unknown world to try to protect it from danger. Now, I’m not asking you to go off and fight Ares. That is just impractical, but you should grab hold of your story and work on it so you can send it out into the world.

Learn from your mistakes

I don’t want to give away anything in the movie, but there are times that Wonder Woman misses her mark. She doesn’t understand the rest of the world, and London of the WWI era is a very different place than Paradise Island. Wonder Woman could have given up in despair and jumped back on her small boat and tried to get home, but instead, she faced her failure and found a way to win.

If you haven’t seen the movie, I highly recommend it, and not just because I watched Batman v Superman last night and thought the only worthwhile moments involved either Diana or Wonder Woman.

Get back to writing,

Billy

A-Z NSFW: Suho

Originally posted by daenso

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this. 

A = Aftercare 

Suho’s EXO’s mom, and the boy looks like a muscle pig, he certainly knows the importance of taking care of yourself after a…ahem…work out. He’s almost annoying with it, “we sweated a lot and you need to rehydrate your body, you have to drink this glass of water before you can sleep” kind of thing, but of course it’s because he loves you and wants you to be happy and healthy afterwards.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Let’s be real, he’s a muscle pig. He likes his abs. Obv. They come in handy sometimes though, it means he’s got the power to hold you up and stuff….On you he loves your eyes, he likes being able to see every emotion your face tries to hide; you can’t hide the look of love, lust, or arousal in your eyes. They are the gateway to the soul after all, and he loves how he can read you like a book.

C = Cum 

While Suho is usually really composed and proper with everything, he’s pretty messy when he cums. He’s one of the guys that you’ll have to strip the sheets and shower afterwards because he’s like a fckin hose, he sprayed fckin everywhere. Your water bill is going to be sky high….

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

Everyone makes Daddy Suho jokes and whatever but I hella think he’s actually really submissive. He’s got to be in charge of EXO, and be the boss and all, he gets enough taste of being in charge while being the leader of EXO, so it’s almost kind of shameful in his mind that he actually likes to hand over full control to you. But I mean, he’s submissive, you’ll find that out in no time. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Suho did have a girlfriend when he was training until they broke up because he couldn’t give her the attention she deserved such a good guy but he’s also one of the most gentlemanly guy’s I’ve ever seen, I don’t see him having had random sex like that, especially that young. So I don’t think he’s actually did the do yet, and tbh I think he’s pretty innocent minded too. Obviously a grown man can’t exactly not know what sex is, but he doesn’t have any real hands on learning experiences. 

F = Favorite position

I see Suho being pretty traditional and vanilla, honestly. Your smutty fanfics don’t fool me, Suho’s a basic sex guy. Missionary or you on top is pretty much the norm in his mind, and that’s most of what you two do, however he’s pretty fond of spooning you and doing it that way. He likes holding you, what can I say?

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I can’t see Suho being stone cold serious when his shirt is off. He’s almost shy and embarrassed, in a way. He’s pretty giggly and sex is really lighthearted and fun, there’s no pressure or expectations with him. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Suho’s pretty on top of things, he’s organized and handles all the EXO business, I can’t imagine him not taking care of…down there….He’s works out and all, and he’s not bare, but he definitely manscapes and keeps things nice and tamed. 


I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I’ve always said Suho is more husband material than boyfriend material, he’s the guy that you could date for 3 months and be like ‘yup lol he proposed and we’re getting married’ because he’s such a gentleman and romantic and loving. He’s kind of over the top romantic in the bedroom, like the shit you see in movies is how he is, with rose petals and candles and ‘I love you’s and music. You might have to tell him to dial it back at some point because boy…that’s a lot….

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

[See Yearning] I don’t think he’s a very horny person? He’s pretty busy all the time, between EXO, being the leader of EXO, acting, concerts, practice, working out, etc that I don’t see him actually stopping and taking a minute to jerk off. It’s more of an off, ‘oh im showering and its night and im about to go to bed…washin my dick and ooops im jerking off’ kinda thing, it’s almost an accident half the time lol.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Like I said, he’s not dominant in the bedroom. He’s pretty submissive and let’s you do what you want. Submission on his part is kind of his kink, you being more dominant and all. But he likes being blindfolded too, the whole gig of being submissive and giving you control while taking away his ability to even see and predict what you’re doing really works him up. 


L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t stray from the bedroom, the bed is the only place to have sex really. Sex is 9/10 right before bed or as soon as you both wake up and you squeeze in some morning sex before his schedule. He doesn’t really have much spare time to skirt off with you to a broom closet or anything, the bedroom is his one and only.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

More often than not, you’ll have to be the one to make Suho take a breather and a moment to himself and initiate some form of contact. You coming onto him is what turns him on, he likes you making the first move, and lowkey it’s because he knows how much you want him then, that you’re the one bringing him into your web with promises of a looong night together. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Aside from the blindfold, Suho’s not very interested in toys, they just don’t do much for him. He has no issue with you bringing them in and using them, he likes watching, but him using them on you isn’t a turn on for him, he’d rather be doing it himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers fingering you, to be honest. He’s not very skilled in that sense, but he does have an enjoyment for you riding his face. Suho, on the other hand, quite enjoys having you on your knees, he favors 69 a lot, you topping and both of you having your own fun and giving the pleasure 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s more on the gentle side, he’s not very rough or hard but his pace is pretty fast, toeing the line of unbearably fast. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Like I said, he’s not a very hormonal guy, and sex is almost scheduled to happen at night or morning at home, so quickies aren’t a constant in your relationship. He doesn’t enjoy them much, the rush cuts a lot of the pleasure out, so he’d prefer proper sex as apposed to quickies. 


R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Suho’s not the kinky guy y’all think he is, he pretty much a standard, vanilla-ish guy. He’s not very experimental, different positions you propose are his extent of experimenting. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s not easily worn out, he’s used to working out and the extensive EXO schedule, Suho lasts for quite a bit, normally from 6-10 minutes. And typically he can go 2 or 3 rounds if he’s given a proper break and you’re up for it. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
[See NO]


U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Since you’re mostly in control, he doesn’t have the luxury of teasing, but when given the chance, he does like to tease you a bit. Get you squirming just a lil bit, hear you beg for him, he relishes in it. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Suho’s a loud guy when it comes to sex, he makes every sound in the book; moaning, grunting, panting, spewing out curses, etc. God forbid someones around, they will hear him plain as day, and poor Suho’ll have to suffer the teasing the next day. 


W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

A bolt lock was bought specifically because of being walked in by Mr. Picks-A-Lock aka Chanyeol so much. As a leader, you can only have your members see your member so many times before some action needs to be taken….Chan…stop picking locks wtf is wrong with you?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)


:)))))))))))))))))))

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Suho’s sex drive is a bit below average, he’s under a lot of stress and working hard that he’s literally got no time for boners, so honestly sex isn’t as frequent in your relationship because he’s not really hormonal or turn on as easily. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Between being the leader, being an EXO member in general, and working out for the muscles he has….Suho doesn’t tire out easily. He’s used to working hard and pushing his body to the limits, so just sex with you isn’t going to be enough to put him to sleep. He’s move of an after sex cuddler, before he gets up and has to go about his day. He doesn’t go to sleep after sex, not unless it’s literally bed time. 

Where You Belong

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None?

Words: 1,287

For Kayla’s Birthday Challenge!! { @one-shots-supernatural }
Quote: “Home is not where you are from, it’s where you belong.”

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Fanfic Rec List Pt. 3 (And still not done... )

Oh take me back to the start by @mimosaeyes

Each chapter is a stand alone one shot “Meet cute” AU and they are all just delightful! That initial moment of spark is such a huge part of what I love about stories so to have them all right at my fingertips like this is great when I want a nice pick me up! Many of the stories are Love Square but there are a few other pairings as well which I was also really excited about!

War of Attrition by AceGreyManx (don’t know tumblr url)

So this is a little one shot that I discovered… honestly I don’t know how, I think I was doing the thing where I just pick a random number between 1 and however many pages of fic there are for my fandom on AO3, go to that page and pick whichever story catches my attention on that page.

Anyways It’s very straightforward Ladynoir but we actually get to see Chat come out and step up to the plate when it comes to declaring his feelings for Ladybug and it is wonderful. You start off with this nice fluffy thing and end with a St. Crispin’s Day speech of Romantic confessions. Clocking in at less than 3k words there is no excuse not to read this one ^_~

Black Cats and Curtain Calls by @bullysquadess

This is probably the most self-indulgent of my fic recs and by an author who certainly doesn’t need my help being recognized. However as a musical theater nerd myself and someone who lived for both Highschool and Community theater productions when I was young I can’t NOT give a shout out to this beautiful universe. It really does a great job of capturing what the world of amature theater is like and the romance is cute and engaging, earning it a spot among my favorite fics.

Look at Me / Seeing Me by @raeryn  (or @adriennagreste on tumblr as well)

Two one shots telling the same story from each person’s POV.

;I just love this story- I must have read it a dozen times- because it isn’t focused on the reveal, it is focused on how the characters deal with it. It isn’t an instant change over to a happy couple, these are two kids who are trying to figure each other out and actually build a deeper relationship/friendship with the person they like and care for and it is such a refreshing thing to see.

Fermeture by Karmahope (not sure what tumblr url)

Ugh… this story just takes my heart and squeezes it like grapes only to put it back together again. It’s a delightful sort of melancholy angst focused on the idea that you don’t realize how much something is a part of your life until it is gone. A wonderful “post victory” oneshot

Consolation Prize by @mesozoic (I think the tumblr is the same as the AO3)

Oh my goodness I laughed SO hard while reading this. Between the fantastically hysterical awkwardness and the extremely unique styling (the author starts you in the middle of a conversation and it slowly gets revealed over the course of each chapter what happened, which makes the reveal of how they GOT there just delightful) this story is just such a fun change from what I expect in fanfiction. Its also nice to see these crazy messed up teenagers being just that.

Something in the Night by @konekat https://konekat.tumblr.com/

Another one that falls a little heavier on the angsty scale than I usually go for my favorites, this manages to keep my interest and handle a troupe I am usually personally not very big on- Chat and Ladybug being separated for years and Chat being bitter because of it- and make me engaged and excited for. They do a good job of skirting the line between putting the characters in a darker place without feeling like they are more OC than character (which is always my biggest concern with stories of this type) The writing itself is lovely which helps a lot, and they aren’t afraid to explore the characters flaws in a way that is very real and relatable. (Also for my NSFW fans the “missing scene” chapter (Burning in the Night) is definitely worth your time as well… hot… ::fans self::)

Back to Us by Darkreyna16  @insanitysscribblings on tumblr

As long as we are talking about the friends to strangers to enemies back to friends to lovers sagas I might as well round it out with the last one on my list (the first two being Something in the Night and Sealed Away)

Gonna warn you- this fic is a BEAST. There is a lot of content and a lot going on. However the story don’t get overly bogged down even with it’s complexity, and there are some wonderfully unique ideas and questions that get addressed in this story. This also has some of my favorite utilization of some of the minor/background characters. (Ivan! OMG BLESS!!!)  It’s nice to see a world where the classmates have also grown and developed alongside our core heroes.



For the COMPLETE Fic Rec List I have put a link on my main page! Just look at the top and click the button that says FIC REC LIST. 

All the works I have listed in parts 1-3 are up there and all subsequent fic rec updates will be going there as well! 

Trauma and Healing: Broken Silence [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: Hey lovelies! So I had this idea for a series (I don’t know how long it will be). Of course it’s Jason because I have an unhealthy addiction to him and writing about him. I hope you guys love it but I will warn it touches on some sensitive topics like human trafficking and mental illness. I really hope everyone enjoys it because I really love how it is turning out (I already have a few chapter written).

Warning: Human Trafficking, Mentions of rape/assault, Captivity, Mental Illness (hearing voices)

Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

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Ch. 1 Broken Silence

Silence was the only comfort in a place like this. Only hearing the sound of your own breathing, sitting on the cold floor of a cell. Breathing out and seeing the faint puff of your breath, a shiver running through your body. Where were you? What happened to you?

Well, it’s quite simple really. You were kidnapped years ago and sold into human trafficking, though your sellers found you to be different. Special. So they didn’t simply sell you to the highest bidder at their sickening auctions. You were more rented. Not able to remember what life was like to be free, you only knew captivity. Like an animal.

Kept separate from the others they sold. Silence became a comfort, a friend, a safeguard. It told you when they were coming and how many. The sets of footsteps echo through the empty space meaning one thing and one thing alone. They were the only sound you’d here from this cell.

But that all changed, it had to be late at night due to the silence among the compound. No auction tonight mean no reason for them to come and take you. It was silent, that same comforting silence where you could hear your own heartbeat.

Knees pulled to your chest you listened to the thumping. Eventually the whispers began again, the ever prevalent voices you heard. This place was making you insane, you were sure of it. You would have mental breakdowns that led you to becoming violent. During them you completely lose yourself, like you’re watching your own body through a foggy window.

It was terrifying, yet also beautiful.

When they whispers began to grow louder that’s how you know if you’ll break or not. But tonight they seemed tamed, just faint voices.

Though within a minute of them speaking you heard what sounded like gunshots. Not a strange occurrence but these were one after the other. Guns were used as a scare tactic to keep everyone in line, but they never exceeded a three shots.

And what you heard sounded like a machine gun, like a fire fight.

Your grip tightened around your knees, fear coursing through your veins as your blood ran cold. Hearing shouts faintly within the compound, something rarely heard in your isolation.

Then you began to hear footsteps, a single set, sprinting toward your room. Seconds later the door flung open to see the man in charge of the ring, who goes by the simple name of ‘King.’

“Come on” he growled before pulling you to your feet by your hair. A yelp escaping your throat. That’s when he pinned you to the wall by your shoulder, “Don’t make another noise! Got that princess?” shoving a gun in your face. Staring at the gun you nodded, terrified at the weapon inches from your nose.

“Atta girl, now go!” A disgusting smirk showing his yellowing teeth. His breath volatile as he kept a hand on your shoulder and pushed you to stand in front of him as he walked. The gun pressed to your back in reassurance that you’d keep your mouth shut.

“Stop!” a deep voice yelled from behind the both of you.

In an instant he hand pulled your back to his chest and hand and arm holding you in place, while the other pressed the muzzle of the gun to your temple. “No, please!” Whimpering as your eyes shut tight.

“Let the girl go!” The deeper voice rang out once more. Opening your eyes you saw a man with a red helmet concealing his face, a red bird emblem on his chest plate. He held a gun in front of him with confidence.

You had heard of him, who was he again? One of the Gotham vigilantes? Or was it heroes? Only getting snippets of news broadcasts when a buyer had left a tv on.

“I don’t think so Red Hood, I kinda like this one. We’ve had her for awhile, our most prized possession. I can’t just give up a gem like this.” You were going to be sick at his words, ‘possession’ that’s all you were. Someone’s possession.

“People aren’t possessions ‘King,’ they’re human beings. Not to be bought and sold like some sort of market shelf product.” You were shocked at the words he said. No one had ever said such things in a place like this. He could blatantly see shock and confusion plastered in your features.

“I’m going to say this once more, let the girl go!”

You heard a chuckle behind you, before feeling him softly kiss your temple. “Well I guess all good things must come to an end. Sorry about this princess, you really were my favorite” he whispered into your ear before hearing the gun click.

That instant a shot was fired, though you fell to the floor anything but lifeless. Looking behind you, eyes widening in horror when seeing the lifeless body of your captor.  

Not watching as this ‘Red Hood’ holstered his gun and had walked toward you, he kneeled down beside you. “Are you okay?” going to touch your shoulder. However you jumped at his voice and recoiled. Until your back hit the wall, staring fearfully at the masked person in front of you.

“Hey hey, easy.” He said calmly, holding out a hand. He was crouched down in front of you. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

Your breathing was shallow and labored as you began to hear the whispers again, though louder this time as a splitting headache pierced through your temples. Clutching your head in your hands, forearms covering your ears. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Yelling to yourself, the voices only growing louder. This whole incident must’ve triggered something in you, because on the last ‘shut up’ an energy pulse sent through the hallway.

All the light bulbs bursting as Red Hood got pushed back and hit the wall behind him. It however had made you fall unconscious. The strain on your physical and mental state being too much for your body to bear.


Jason’s night vision clicked on in his helmet. His hand clutched his head, as it had hit the wall when the pulse sent him backward.

Looking up he saw the glass of the light bulbs shattered and you were out cold.

Catching his breath before saying “Guys” into his comlink. Hearing confirmation from Kori and Roy, “What is it Jay?”

“We have a situation”

For some of us, the holiday season can be a hard one. That sucks, so we made something for all of us. It starts today, December 1, and it’s called 31 Days of Self-Care. It’s a list of purposeful, daily activities meant to pick yourself up, calm yourself down, and often a little bit of both. You can participate every day, some days, one day, whatever feels right. We’ll be posting daily prompts as well as reblogging some of our favorites we find in the #postitforward and #31daysofselfcare tag, so be sure to tag your posts! See the full list of prompts below.

Day…

  1. Question! What’s your happy place? Reply here or illustrate it.
  2. Post a link to a song that makes you feel happy. Send it to another Tumblr.
  3. Share something on your Tumblr for someone who might be going through a tough time. It can be anything: a photo, a GIF, or advice.
  4. Look at this cute GIF by My Whispered Colors (@mywhisperedcolors). When you’re done, look at it again. Then pass it on.
  5. Color in this square made by Tumblr Creatr Josh LaFayette (@joshlafayette).
  6. What does your dream world look like? Draw it, animate it, or just tell us about it.  
  7. Create an emoji spell for self-care, happiness, positivity, or all three!
  8. Make a list of three (or more!) things you like about yourself.
  9. Write a Tumblr chat post where you cheer yourself up after a bad day.
  10. Color! Here’s a square from Tumblr Creatr Geo Law (@getaloadageo). If you’d like, submit it to the Mental Health Quilt (@mentalhealthquilt) when you’re done.
  11. Question! What’s your favorite self-care activity? Reply here or illustrate it.
  12. 2016 was a rough year. Make a list of good things that happened.
  13. Cheer someone up today. What are some things you can do to make a friend in need feel better?
  14. Make a list of everything you do for self-care.
  15. Tag a Tumblr friend in a post and make a list of things you like about them.
  16. All of a sudden—a Dementor appears! You are about to cast a Patronus Charm. What would your favorite positive memory be?
  17. Make a list of everything you’re proud of accomplishing this year.
  18. Share a playlist of songs you can listen to if you need cheering up.  
  19. Spend 10 minutes looking through your Tumblr dashboard today. Send something cool to a Tumblr.
  20. Eat your favorite food today. Wait, post a picture of it first.
  21. Make a 2017 to-do list of positive things for yourself.
  22. Illustrate one nice thing you’ll do for yourself today.
  23. Make a list of things you can do for yourself when you’re feeling down.
  24. Color! Here’s a square made by Tumblr Creatr Brian Butler (@showdrawn). Make some magic with it.
  25. Tumblr-grams! Send this positive post by Thoka Maer (@thokamaer) to a friend on Tumblr.
  26. Take a silly/happy/crazy GIF of yourself with the Tumblr GIF maker.
  27. Post a video that makes you happy. Send it to a Tumblr friend.
  28. Make a list of five positive affirmations to live by.
  29. Draw something that makes you happy! Anything you want: a plant, a tree, a food, a person, a cat.
  30. Today is a mental day off. Remember to drink enough water and get enough sleep tonight.  
  31. It’s NYE! Make a list of things you’re looking forward to in the new year.
Intervention for Winn

“Okay, okay, yes, Lyra and I were there last night, but her brother’s safe and sound now, so no art thievery, I swear, we just – ”

“Whoa Winn, slow down. I don’t know where you and Lyra were after your Guardian stint last night and I really don’t want to. That’s not why I’m calling.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. But I do have donuts for you, if you… I kind of… I need to talk to you… alone… I mean, I’m sorry, you and Lyra probably have plans – ”

“Name the time and place, my favorite pool shark, and I’ll be there.”

“You gotta stop calling me that.”

“You love it.”

“Do we wanna go back to the public undecency you and Lyra apparently got up to last night?”

“Time and place, Maggie. Uh, Detective Sawyer.”

“8 o'clock. The bar okay for you?”

“Only if we can shoot some pool, my favorite… um… girlfriend of Alex’s…”

“Sure, Winn. Sure.”

She hangs up and she glances at Alex and James and Kara.

“Still not sure why you guys wanted me to be the one to call him.”

“You’re new, Maggie. If you say you want to see him without his girlfriend, he’ll come. He likes you and he doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with you.”

“Because he’s scared of me?”

“Yes, babe. You’re terrifying.”

James and Kara snort, and Alex and Maggie glare teasingly.

“You’re sure Brian’s information’s accurate?” Kara asks one more time.

One more time because Winn is happy, and Winn is giddy, and she doesn’t want to take that from him.

Or, worse, have him turn away from all of them because he’s offended by their intervention.

“Winn might be more scared of your sister than he is of me, but I’ve got fear down to Brian’s boots. He might be a little… odd. But his intel’s never failed me before.”

James sighs and rubs his hand over his face.

“It’s not hard to believe, Kara. I mean, I wish it were, but… you should have seen Lyra go after that boy at the liquor store. He was just a kid, you know, and it was like she had no empathy.”

Maggie sighs and Alex twitches. Maggie takes her hand, because she knows that Alex, of all people, understands Lyra’s tendency to go overboard. To cause pain, and to enjoy it. And they’re working on it together. Slowly. Excrutiatingly.

They’re pretty quiet until 8 o'clock rolls around and Winn strolls into the bar.

His brow furrows immediately, and he points to each of his friends in turn.

“Is this an ambush, Sawyer? I thought it was gonna be just you and me, mano a mano, shooting shots and shooting pool and – ”

“Stop talking and sit, Schott,” Alex cuts him off, and Kara leans over to tone Alex down.

He obeys, silently, staring at James.

“What’s this about, man?”

James clears his throat and folds his hands on the table. He adjusts in his seat and he glances at Kara and he looks back at Winn and he takes a deep breath.

“Winn, man, listen. I haven’t felt… I haven’t felt like I’ve had a brother since Clark. But you, Winn? You’re my brother. And I love that you’re happy, and you deserve that, man, you deserve it so much. But Winn, you’re such a nice guy that it… it can be easy for people to take advantage of you.”

“Like Kara. With Mon-el,” Maggie supplies gently, and Kara nods while holding Alex’s hand across the table.

“But we had an intervention for Kara about Mon-el, it… wait…” Winn looks around and almost stands back up, but James takes one shoulder and Maggie takes another, and they gently, very gently, push him back down to sit. “Is this an… intervention? About Lyra? Because I talked to her, James, and I told you, if you don’t want her on team Guardian, she won’t be, I talked to her – ”

“Yeah, and she apparently broke a glass and did a lot of screaming and accusing you of calling her crazy, Winn,” Kara says, her eyes soft, her voice almost softer.

Winn looks at each of them in turn, stammering.

“She’s… she’s passionate, okay? She just wants to help, and she felt like I was calling her crazy and telling her she wasn’t worth it – ”

“But that’s not what you were telling her, man. And even if you were – to break a glass like that? To yell at you like that?”

“Dude, my sister has superpowers. If she broke every glass she came across when she’d be angry, we… Winn, she’s gotta have more control than that. It’s abusive, dude, she can’t – ”

“Oh, right, Alex, and you can talk about control, and abuse, Miss Get Me a Wrench.”

Alex almost stands, the shadows behind her eyes bursting into flame. Kara and Maggie still her with their hands, their whispers, and James stills Winn with his own.

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry, Alex, that was out of line, I didn’t… I’m sorry, I just… got defensive, I… I’m sorry, Alex.”

“You’re not wrong,” she mutters, like she’d rather admit anything else in the world. “But it just makes me get it even more, Winn. It wouldn’t be acceptable if I carried that… rage… into my relationship with Maggie. Hell, it’s apparently not even acceptable when I carry it into the DEO. So dude, I get it. I sympathize with Lyra, I do. But Winn, she can’t treat you like that. She can’t. It’s not okay.”

His eyes bore into Alex’s for a long, long, long moment. Maggie and Kara exchange a tense glance, and James keeps his eyes focused on his brother.

“But I think I might love her.”

Kara stands and crosses to Winn’s side of the table, kneeling next to him and pulling him into a soft hug. “I know. And I’m so sorry, Winn. But that’s the thing. About you. And, I guess, about me. We love so hard and forgive so easily that it’s almost impossible to see when we’re being treated badly. And you don’t deserve it, Winn. You don’t.”

“You’re all not… mad at me?”

“No!”

“Absolutely not!”

“No.”

“Dude, why would we be mad at you?”

“Because I’m stupid, apparently, I’m just… stupid.”

“You’re not. You’re not stupid, Winn. Your kindness is… it’s beautiful, man. But you gotta look out for yourself. And sometimes you forget to, or don’t know you deserve to, so…”

“So you have your family to help get you there.”

“Family, huh, Kara?” he looks down at her, his lips twisting into a soft smile.

“Family,” she confirms, and Winn doesn’t remember ever feeling this loved. This cared for. This… home.