#this is the only thought whenver i see that scene

[idjitwithanimpala]

All I'm saying is Cas' "I'm Your huckleberry" line defo gave Dean a boner

[chocominnie]

One Last Time 06 —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Word Count : 3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

‘‘ I swear I am going to have someone beat your ass Park Jimin!’’

‘‘ It’s not my fucking fault! I broke up with her but you lead her to the apartment  knowing she’ll follow!’‘

‘‘ Damn it Jimin im going to kick your ass!’‘

Your eyes pop open just in time to see Jungkook on-top of Jimin hitting him repeatedly on the face while Jimin manages to push him off of him and begin his fist fight against him. He straddles Jungkook to the floor and punches are thrown left and right. Now the sudden headache of seeing the two brothers fight has began in your head and you cannot stand hearing the groaning and yelling between them. Bringing your hand up to signal them to stop, you realize they don’t even know you’ve awakened.

 Jungkook on the other hand is not having it so he throws Jimin off of him harshly making Jimin groan. The way he grabs Jimin’s collar with venom fast strength finally gives you the courage to yell out to them.

‘‘ Stop! Damn it, you two are like literal fucking teenagers. Act your age!”

The both of them turn their heads toward you slowly. Jungkook drops his fist, which was going to connect with Jimin’s face. You take a good look at them. Freshly bruised from each-other. Great.

‘‘ You think fighting is going to solve this problem huh? Get over here now.” You say, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Jungkook gives Jimin a death glare before rushing to your side and feeling your forehead. You slap his hand away and pull him down by his shirt only for him to recieve a harsh slap to the forehead.

‘‘ Shit!” He stumbles back and rubs his forehead. He shoots you a glare, wanting to yell at you but doesn’t.  You motion for Jimin to come to you too. He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

‘‘ I don’t think it’s necessary for you to do that..” He says, as if your death glare towards him isn’t enough to tell him you aren’t joking whatsoever.

He gets the memo when you disregard his comments before hanging his head low and bending down a little to your height. One slap against the forehead and two across the wrists.

‘‘ That’s for you fighting He was only looking out for me. The last two were for having a psychotic girlfriend who almost killed me. Look at my wrist!’‘

You hold them out to see two I.V’s, one for blood transfusion and the other a regular for nutrients on your right wrist. Both of them bandaged up which does need to be changed because of the old blood.

‘‘ I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would be this upset.’‘ Jimin says, hanging his head low. Jungkook rolls his eyes at him out of annoyance.

‘‘ Whatever. I already called my lawyer for your case. Since Isabel tried to attempt murder to you, you will win this case for sure.’‘ He proudly leans against the wall hoping to atleast crack a smile from you.

You don’t smile though. The last thing you need is another scandal. If this were to make the news and blogs right now then it could be a bad thing. You’ve just started your modeling career again and right now would be the worst time to have something like that. 

Jimin leans on the wall with his hands in his pockets, still avoiding locking eyes with you which is something he usually does. Something tells you that he’s hiding something. Something that you just can’t put your finger on.

‘‘ The police will come shortly for witness statements and your statement. Then they’ll call for a court date as soon as possible.’‘ Jimin’s voice low, illuminating with a hint of sadness.

Out of curiosity you want to say something more. To ask him whats going on and why he’s acting rather like this. It’s really not like him. He’s hiding something for sure and you just cannot put your finger on it. You just agree and pull out your phone. A missed call from Ryan. You try texting her and she almost always responds immediately. This time she doesn’t. What’s really going on?

You don’t know but Ryan took it upon herself to pay Isabel a visit. Usually visitors aren’t allowed for people in holding but with a little sweet talk of hers she got to get atleast 10 minutes to talk. That’s all she needs. When it comes to you, her bestfriend, she never messes around. Hearing the news from Jungkook yesterday she almost went luncatic. Throwing things at him, calling his brother every disrespectful name in the book. Oh she hates him now for sure.

Jungkook had to stop her from going over to the hospital to beat his ass into a bloody pulp for causing you pain and getting together with that crazy girl just to break up with her. Ryan was heated. 

But now she can take this heat and serve some to Isabel right now. She walks with confidence into the room. Nothing and nobody can stop her and if they even try, she’ll chew them up and spit them out. Catching a glimpise of Isabel sitting at the table with her hands cuffed and security next to her, Ryan shoots her a devious glare.

‘‘ What brings you here? I expected my boyfr-’‘

A harsh slam from her hands hit the table as she bends a little to her seated level, ‘‘ He’ not your fucking boyfriend. You were lucky I wasn’t there to beat your fucking ass.”

The guard tenses up at the sounds and sudden movements. Ryan notices, and decides to take her seat to calm down before she’s the one sitting behind the jail bars too. 

‘‘ Ryan.. I thought we were friends?’‘ She frowns, pouting her lips while fake wiping tears away. 

Ryan scoffs,shaking her head ever so slowly with a devilish grin on her face. “ We aren’t. Don’t let me catch you un-attended without your manager or body guard.. Isabel.’’

Isabel laughs one of her evil laughs, throwing her head back then coming back up, “ Oh how cute. Is this a threat from little ol’ you? Me and Jimin were doing just fine before your bestfriend had decided to enter his life again. I’m not the only bad guy here. She should know boundaries for taken men. Ex’s aren’t supposed to be firendly and lovey dovey. Spending nights and going everywhere with each other. Especially when one’s a famous idol with another idol girlfriend. Do I make myself clear?”

“ Maybe you should take that up with your hoe of a boyfriend. He’s the one who can’t leave her alone.” She yells, inches away from Isabel’s face. The two stare at each other long and hard. Isabel is no match for Ryan though.

The guard clears his throat to break the two’s glares. The tension is thick in the air.

“ If you ever touch yn again, I’ll make sure you’re the one in the hospital this time around.”

‘‘ You’ll all see. I’ll win this court case. Trust me… there’s things you do not know.” 

Ryan rolls her eyes, strutting her way out the room with the sound of her heels clicking right behind her. Consider the message recieved. 

It’s been one week after the situation. In which in between those days you were dismissed from the hospital and have been in at Jimin’s house ever since. You didn’t want to be here. You want to be at home with your cat, Clara. Jungkook’s been going over to feed and play with her. Jimin kept pleading for you not to return home just yet because it could be a danger to you. It makes sense. You never know what Isabel has up her sleeve. 

So you’ve been sitting here doing the same old thing everyday. Eat, watch movies and netflix tv shows,  sleep, and repeat.

Jimin would come in and out of his home studio to check in on you. He still has to work on producing and singing his songs. He’d bring the food and your medicine he prepared per usual,  kiss your forehead, and go right back out to producing his highly anticipated album.

It all seems fake to you. Something is off. Something is not being told to you. You can feel it in your gut but can’t put a finger on it.

‘‘ This is so cliche.’‘ You murmur to yourself, switching the flat-screen T.V off.

And as if on cue Jimin comes inside your- well his room with a glass of water and prescribed pain killers for you. The slight smile on his face makes you want to smile but you don’t.

‘‘ Smile for ocne yn. Do you not like staying here?’‘ He says, sitting next to you on the side of the bed and places the glass in your hands.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, taking the two pills out of his palm. “ No.. but be honest with me Jimin okay?”

His face turns a quick shade of pink then pale as if you had said the wrong choice of words at the wrong time. As if he had seen a ghost at this very moment. That’s not a good sign at all.

‘‘ Are you.. hiding something from me?’‘

The atmosphere is thick and silence fills the room. You don’t say anything and he doesn’t either. Your eyes meet his and for once they don’t pull away first. 

Jimin doesn’t know how to break it to you though. It’s now or never.

‘‘ She will never leave me.”

You bite your lip hard, “ What do you mean?”

“ That she said that she’d do everything to ruin our relationship if we continue to persue one. She’d spready rumors about you to Dispatch. Make a scene whenver you’re near me. Anything she can do, she will do it.”

You don’t know how to take this all in. You knew Isabel was possesive but not this possesive. The thought of her doing things on purpose for you to make everyone hate you makes you want to cry. To just bawl your eyes out right here right now. You can’t.. you won’t do it. 

You won’t give in because thats what she wants. To make you cry. To ruin your reputation and work. Jimin came back into your life and of course you don’t know what to do or how to deal with it. But this is what you wanted right? You’ve been longing for you and him to get a second chance. It’s you. You’re the one who’s been putting things off and not letting things go with the flow. Maybe he came back to you because he realized how wrong he was for cheating on you. For leaving you behind. For not seeing things for truly how it is. 

You knew Isabel was bad luck from the beginning. Now is the time to try and take back what was originally yours. That will hurt her more than ever. 

“ She needs to have a reality check. Not everything revolves around her.”

‘‘ I agree. Putting her behind bars might give her a reality check. It should serve her right for harming people.” Jimin sighs. 

The silence is thick. You both don’t know what to say and it’s sure as hell awkward more than ever right now. Until that silence breaks. 

‘‘ I feel like you aren’t being your true self to me. If we are getting things out now.” 

His sudden comment makes you lift your head up from playing with the comforter. “ What do you mean?’’

‘‘ You.. don’t want to take actions on what you feel, say, or want to do with or about me. It’s killing me inside.”

He’s right. You do try to push your feelings aside no matter what the cause is. It’s just you trying to not set yourself up for hearbreak again. You do want him. You do want everything to do with him. Considering the things that happened in the past, it’s no doubt theres a fence guarding your heart from intruders. 

You exhale out heavily, “ Im just.. scared.’’

‘‘ Of? “

‘‘ Being hurt again.”

Dead silence again. This time he’s the one trying to come up with words to redirect your view of him. Yes, he broke your heart in the worst way possible. He wants you to see he’s changed. 

Jimin bites his lip, voice shaky when he begins talking again. ‘‘ How can I show you that i’m not the same anymore. Im not I promise you. I want you to see I have changed. I know it’s my fault. I destroyed you but let me fix it.”

It’s all come down to this. You’ve wanted this and now is the chance to get it. Now is the chance to have what was once yours. But the feeling of doubt had taken its course on you at the worst time.

‘‘ Jimin.. how do I know that for sure?’‘ You say, unintentionally fluttering your eyes at him. To you it’s to prevent from letting tears fall. 

Jimin see’s it as that specific thing you used to do when you wanted him. When you craved him and would drop hints. To be completely honest, you do crave him. You do want him. Make-up sex was something you two used to do often. It was your toxic way of saying im sorry. 

Somehow you want to put that toxic thing into action right now. As fucked up as it is, that’s how you two know you’re sorry towards each other. Actions speak louder than words. 

He closes his eyes for a quick second before clenching his jaw to contain himself. Your weak spot.

‘‘ Stop doing that. Unless you want to start something you don’t want to finish.” 

You smile just a little, hoping he’d get the memo. “ What if I do want to start and finish it..”

As if a car alarm went off, Jimin’s eyes pop back open with a suprised look. That’s the last thing he’d thought he’d be hearing from you. “ Are you sure about that? I mean we don’t have t-”

You lean in closer to where you guys are inches apart, his lips softly rubbing against yours. “ I’m all for it.”

Within seconds, Jimin’s shirt is removed off of you only revealing your blue panties which have became a little soaked with your wetness. He takes in the scent of you before his mouth connects with your thighs, slightly sucking to leave bruises on you.

‘‘ Jimin.. don’t tease me.”  You sigh, laying fully down to spread your legs even more. He hums against your skin making you catch chills up and down your spine.

‘‘ That’s my specialty baby. You know that.” He trails a kiss with each word all the way down to your core where he dips a finger inside. You tense up attempting to close your legs. He doesn’t allow it, spreading them open harshly again. 

‘’ Jimin-’‘ You barely utter before he begins to move his fingers in and out of you slowly. You let out a whine to try and make him go faster but it doesn’t work.

He comes up to your mouth and plants a wet, sloppy kiss. “ No whining. You’re gonna get what you want. Just relax baby.”

Is all he tells you before he goes back down to your core to tend to your desires.

The first lick between your legs is ever so gentle. Too gentle for you right now considering that you want release badly and Jimin knew exactly that. He opens his mouth and swirls his tongue up and down your slit. A groan leaves his mouth once he gets a taste of you which sends a vibration to your sensitive bud.

Each time his tongue laps against you your body jerked and shook but that only makes his tongue go faster. Sending you into a moaning and groaning mess as you tug on his hair.

“Mmh you even taste the same like always.” He moans with a smirk.

“Jimin please-” you cry out, locking your fingers into his hair when a finger is inserted into your dripping wet hole.

‘‘ No whining babygirl.’‘ His voice gentle as ever when he removes the finger inside of you making you pout a little. But that pout soon turned into your eyes becoming wide when he starts to take off his shirt, then grey sweatpants, then his underwear where his thick cock springs up.

Your eyes can’t leave his body. God it’s been a while. He looks pretty damn good. You wan’t to take all of his length in your mouth right now. To hear him praise you about how good your mouth feels against him. God you want it right now. 

He gives it a few strokes before walking over to you. Just before hovering over you, he gives you a passionate kiss while lifting up your legs and positioning them to his liking. Missionary.

The tip of him pokes at the entrance of you, teasing in and out. Soon enough he enters you slowly making both of you moan together.

You still wrap and fit around his member smug as ever, and he could not believe it. The feeling of familiarity of being inside you sends him into a moaning mess with each stroke. You can’t contain your moans and screams. He feels way too good. 

Jimin begins to deep-stroke you by pulling all the way out and slamming back in. You scream his name out in pleasure as your nails scratch up his toned back. Wet sounds fill the room with him picking up his pace. You take a glimpse of him only to admire his figure right now. Forehead forming sweat beads while he groans and moans biting his plump pink lips.

Your breathing becomes faster when that familiar feeling soon starts to take over. You turn your head to the side and let out a string of moans. Jimin isn’t having that though. His hand grabs your face gently and makes you make eye contact with him. Your legs start shaking as your head tilts back moans getting more faster. You finally let out one last one in sync with him, his hot sperm shoots inside of you.

Jimin pulls out, breathing heavily and collapses ontop of you. You let out a small grunt with the sudden extra body upon you, then giggle at him when he lays his head lays against your chest. This is what you wanted. He’s true. He’s sorry. 

‘’ I love you.”

That word surprises you. You weren’t prepared for it. Somehow though, you enjoy the fact that he’s said it to you. Love. Jimin’s love. Your love. 

‘’ I love you much more Jimin.’’ 

[fkevin073]

I'm staying anonymous for now.

This is because of this post (post/668044585142992896/since-that-gifset-of-nick-yesterday-and-your) that I'm overly thinking details like this again. So my scattered thoughts might not make sense to you.

And I will take you ahead of time, I never meant to write this message to be a long message. But my thoughts are always this scattered a lot of the time when I'm thinking about characters, plots, stories, things..

I've watched and rewatched Fear Street movies a few times, and I will watch it again because why not watch horror movies for Halloween.

And if I'm honest... I enjoyed the movies more that I actually thought I would have. Which is saying a lot from me. But there are some details that bothered me, obviously the continuation errors really bother me.

I don't know if I'm the only one with that problem. But I also wish that there more depth to the characters, the plot, the story, to everything.. The acting was fine. The special effects were fine. Things were fine.

I wanted more depth, even just a little more depth.

Like before Nick Goode knew about his family tradition (the Pact), he genuinely seemed like a sweetheart who never discriminated against anyone for their differences. Including Shadysiders. That's the way I'd view his character. He was a sweetheart who wanted to help anyone - like Ziggy - in any way he could. And if I'm honest, I'm not sure if Nick was already crushing on Ziggy at that point. Or if he just didn't want a person to be constantly harassed, and almost killed, for petty reasons like everyone kept doing to Ziggy. Ziggy was just blamed because she was the only Shadysider in those situations whenever counselors had been involved. But, then again, the viewers never really see Nick even interacting with any other Shadysiders besides Ziggy. So I'm not even really sure if Nick's sweet spot was only for Ziggy, or for anyone else if they got to know the real him. Not his family name, not his reputation or his status. The real him as himself. Maybe I'm overly thinking this.

Nick told Ziggy that he's never wanted to be a part with the traditions of his family like the Pact, and tried finding ways to talk himself out of doing the ritual. The viewers never thought the Goode family was this evil family, until the reveal in 1666. But the scene with Ted Sutherland as the teenage Goode men, as Nick, he does really list Thomas Slater. But when he listed Tommy as a name, that happened before he really talked to Ziggy. Because Tommy was killing people during the scenes of Nick and Ziggy kissing, they heard screaming in that moment. And that was when Nick's fate was sealed. But he did try saving people, as many people that he could find. And he was traumatized by the death he did witness, he even got sick over what he saw. Either... Nick never didn't believe the Pact was actually real, or maybe he never thought a situation like that would have never lead to killing dozens of people all at once like that. I don't know. I don't really know if his fate was sealed when he listed a name on the wall, or when he wish to resurrect Ziggy back to life. And I've had similar thoughts as you. After you find out all the antagonizes were actually the Goode family, maybe Nick was also trying to find ways to redeem himself in some way or another but the situations always kept getting worse rather than better. But I wonder.. Do you think he lost his entire soul from the '78 Nightwing Massacre, or do think he kept losing pieces of his soul whenver he added names to the wall for another massacre. A thought that comes to mind a lot.

The Goode father was dead. Nick and Will weren't being controlled by their father anymore. So Nick didn't have to keep that tradition going.

There are details that I always wish was explained more in depth - the minor and major details that weren't elaborated on in the movies, and especially the audience who never read the books or don't remember those details in the books. I know they altered a a few details though.

Like for the Witchcraft, the black magic. Obviously the witchcraft was a part of the Goode family since 1666 because of Solomon Goode did use the magic book, which was passed down for many generations.

How did the Goode father die? So I know not many people care about the father of Nick and Will, but I'm kinda curious to know how he died though. Even if his death might not be an interesting death either.

Did any of the females, like mothers and sisters, know about the Pact in the family. Or only the males. I know, I know.. People have theories.

Just about any and every detail of the plot that was elaborated on are the same details I'm overly thinking about, whether or not the details are interesting. Whether or not the details are major and minor details to the viewers of the movies. Even if the details are to the plot.

I'm just overly thinking through with scattered thoughts right now. And, I know that I keep saying that, but that's how my mind is for me.

ah no this is so great! the great thing about this trilogy is the characters. the must frustrating thing about this trilogy is also the characters, Nick in particular.

The thing that guts most people about Nick is the potential he had. To be better. To forsake the curse. Because Nick obviously had a lot of feelings for Ziggy and knew what he was doing was wrong, but he did it anyway. He succumbed to the curse and his privilege, even if he didn't necessarily seem happy about it based on how he looked when he said Tommy's name.

LOL in my head canon Nick had a crush on Ziggy for a really long time and only found the courage during that summer because of what he decided to do.

I've talked a lot about this with other people - like Nick's intention with the curse, because he was trying to save people and he was frolicking around with Ziggy shortly beforehand. To me, he did know it was real, even if he didn't want it to be. He got close to Ziggy because he wanted to make sure she was okay, even if that epically failed and he was a complete idiot about all of it. the thing about Nick is that he has some humanity in him, especially when it comes to Ziggy. Maybe he didn't want the curse to be real, but he knew it was deep down (in my mind). He just tried to justify his reasoning to himself and was weak.

In my mind, Nick lost a major chunk of his soul when he turned his back on Ziggy at Nightwing. When she pushed him away. Nick in 1994 and Nick in 1978 are two very different people. Nick when he puts Ryan's name on the wall is so much more of an asshole than Nick when he put Tommy (though obviously he's still awful either way). Part of my frustration with this trilogy is that Nick totally becomes a textbook moustache twirling villain in 1994 after he holds Ziggy hostage. Like his whole speech to Deena? totally lacking in nuance. He was just straight up evil. And while some people are like that (Nick’s dad was totally a creep), it was disappointing that they reduced his character so much especially because they’d shown him as a more nuanced character in 1978. 

There’s been a lot of debate on how the curse actually worked because the film implies that the first born son kind of automatically inherits the burden? Like the devil ensures that the cycle continues by each Goode having a son and so on. The son doesn’t know until they’re like 17 or something and then they’re told. But if that’s the case - how much free will do they have? Does the heart disappear after the Goode heir dies and then reappears when the curse is renewed? It’s very unclear because the wall has the names when Nick says Tommy and his dad is dead by then. When Nick dies in 1994, it all disappears, so the nuances of the curse are very unclear. 

In my head canon, Joseph Goode (Nick’s dad) died from a sudden heart attack or other accident as a final fuck you from satan, though I know other people have different ideas on how Joseph bit the dust which are so fun. 

In terms of the females though, people have looked at the Goode family tree and there were barely any females born. Like it’s sons and sons and sons. In my opinion, I think the Goode matriarch’s knew something was up, but maybe not the full details. Same with Will. I like the idea of the curse being something solely thrust on the shoulder’s of the first born son, and so he’s very isolated from the family afterwards. 

lol so sorry for the long reply but let me know what you think! always fun discussing this stuff.  

[sakuatsutingz]

Hello loves! Can I request a childhood friends to lovers for Kita, Atsumu, and Suna?

ofc !! also i just made this a simple drabble since you didnt specify any type of req, but if you want hcs, feel free to request another ! enjoy <3 — jamie

let's pretend me and jamie's writing style matches well and it's not completely obvious who did what part. sorry for posting earlier than usual, but i wanna try to hit 100 before its new years in my time </3 - bri

kita, atsumu & suna with a childhood friend crush

masterlist here

request here

kita shinsuke !

mild s4 spoilers ahead !

“hey, shin ?”

the sound of your serene voice rang through the mentioned’s ears, the male’s left eyebrow quirking upwards as he turned to you expectantly with the sounds of the tv playing in the distance. 

“hm ?”

he hummed in the same manner of how you called out his name, yet still in the softest and sweetest tone you could hear, it’s basically honey to your two ears. 

“i love you. for as long as i could remember, i loved you, more than just a friend.”

you and shinsuke have been friends for as long as you can remember. you two met when you first moved in his neighbourhood, and his grandmother would always invite your family to have dinners in the kita residence frequently, leaving the two of you to spend a lot of time with each other, and thus, your close relationship starting to bloom.

when shinsuke told you about him joining the volleyball club in his first year, you had very mixed feelings. you were scared that he will soon be uninterested in spending time with you, his closest friend; you were scared he’ll lose his time for you; you were scared of the thought of him leaving you alone; you were scared of losing him, because you loved him.

but at the same time, you were always there to support him. the last thing you could ever possibly do is stop him from doing what he loves. and so you didn’t object his decision, supporting him from behind and cheering on him all the way to his third year — the nationals.

you thought he’d forget about you — he didn’t. he would always text you and tell you how practice went, what was going on in his team. he didn’t need to tell you how the match at the second day went in the finals, because you were there. you watched as the ball landed one last time on their side of the court, leading to their ultimate loss against karasuno.

seeing him so sad broke your heart, yet you still supported him until the end — and this was the end. yet, you still comforted him by visiting him later on, as he spilled to you whatever was going on in his head. it was a good fight, they had tried their best, but it wasn’t enough. and now you two were here, on the couch, watching the match replay for god knows how long.

now, as you impulsively confessed your undying love to your very best friend, you couldn’t help the smile on your face as you said those very words. the thought of him is already making you feel happy, feel loved, feel alive.

little did you know, those are the very same feelings you make him feel.

his eyes locked onto yours, a subtle blush dusted his cheeks as he spoke, cupping your face between his two hands as his lips softly kissed yours.

“i loved you too. for as long as i remember, and until the end of time.”

miya atsumu !

it was no secret to the people around you that atsumu and yourself had something more then just friends going on. everyone could see the way atsumu looked at you, treasured you as if you were the most precious diamond he knew. and for him, you were.

you were the only one oblivious to his advances. the flirting, gifts, random moments of affection; it didn't take a genius to know that he had some kind of feelings. yet, it seemed like no matter what he did, you blew it off. 'nah. i doubt he likes me, we've just known each other for forever. he's comfortable with me, that's all."

you only denied all of these people for one reason. you didn't want to get your hopes too high. over the many years, atsumu wasn't the only one who caught feelings. you did for him as well. you knew how he acted, you thought his actions were normal.

so you can only imagine the surprise that took place when one day you went to the gym to give the team some snacks for practice. it wasn't your plan to eavesdrop, it just happened to take place.

"'samu, what else do i need to do to get y/n to notice the way i feel? no matter what i try i can't get her to like me back."

the voice was one which you could recognise from everywhere - atsumu.

you placed down the bag of treats, clearly processing the words. apparently, osamu heard the subtle russel of the bag, looking back to where you stood.

"looks like you just told her, good luck."

was what osamu said, nodding towards the door - to where you are. atsumu looked like a deer caught in headlights, before looking down as he watched osamu walk off, leaving you two alone. you came out from your place behind the door, approaching the male. it was clear he was nervous, but at the same time disappointed.

this wasn't how it was meant happen. he wanted to ask you out with some grand gesture, tell you under the cherry blossoms in spring or during the winter season when there was many attractions to wow you with. not now, not here in the gym of your school.

"so, is it true? you like me?"

those words only made him freeze more, stumbling over his words while he tried to find what to say. it was so unlike him to act like this. usually he was the confident and loud one, not the shy one who struggled to form a sentence.

"yeah ... i'm sorry, i know how this must be. if you don't feel the same i can wait ... you don't need to return the feelings!"

you couldn't help but let a soft laugh leave the lips that atsumu had thought about so much. the action only seemed to rise his already sky high anxiety. your hand went to cup his cheek, gently pushing his head up to look at you. the next thing you did took both of you by surprise, placing a short kiss on the tip of his nose.

"idiot, i've waited long enough for you to say that."

guess you were both oblivious to each other's feelings, but right now both of you couldn't be happier. simply standing in the abandoned gym which the volleyball team was soon to have practice in, standing in the others embrace.

"can i call you my girlfriend then?"

rintarō suna !

you and suna were always seen as opposites, two who shouldn't get along. you were outgoing and loud, he was more quiet and deadpan. it was an odd duo, but you two made it work. many people didn't understand you two, but you never thought of it as a bad way. it was like you and suna had your own little world, away from the troubles of reality.

it wasn't an odd scene to see one at the others house, so it was no different then usual with you sitting on his bed, humming along to the music playing from the speakers. you had been in this room thousands of times, even had a small drawer of your clothes for how often you sleep over. your parents were hesitant at first to let such a thing happen, but over the many years the doubts they had about suna had faded.

you watched as he packed a duffel bag, only one way it could really be explained. he was going away to nationals for who knows how long. leaving you back here, to simply watch him from the tv. he offered to let you come with, but between your studies and club activities you didn't get the time for it. it was clear that it bothered you - the fact you were quieter then usual, on your phone mindlessly scrolling - rather than trying to help him as you often would.

"you okay?"

the question held no pressure as he moved away from his closet, sitting next to you on the bed. those two words was all it took for you to cave in, shaking your head as you pulled him into a hug which he soon returned.

"i'm sorry i can't be there to support you .. please don't be mad."

you mumble, clearly surprising suna. you always did attend every one of their games, always sitting in the front row of the excessive cheer group. you never did participate in their behaviour, but you did definitely cheer whenver you saw suna land a spike. ever since he started, you never missed a game. even if you didn't know what was happening half of the time.

"why would i be mad? i know you’re here for me, that's enough."

his fingers ran through your hair, a small smile on his face as he looked down to you. as much as you did appreciate the words, it's not like it made you feel much better. the sense of guilt was still there, even if there was no reason for such a thing. you felt his hand move from your hair, down the side of your cheek until it tucked under your chin. perhaps it was the atmosphere, perhaps it was the feelings you had for him that you pushed away for so many years - but you didn't pull away.

"you always have been here and i'll always love you for it."

suna's words came off no louder than a whisper, head touching yours. the shock never left your face as you heard those words leave his lips. sure, you had said it plenty of times before, but that was truly platonic. it didn't take a genius to know this was in the quite opposite way. you didn't say anything back, but the next actions were all he needed to know you felt the same.

what that action was? a simple tilt of his head, connecting your lips to suna's. that was all it took to know, your feelings weren't just one-sided.

[angelic-holland]

Let’s Play

Summary: Tom loves to show off his girl. 

Pairing: Tom, reader, Jake Gyllenhaal, Zendaya, Harrison Osterfield

Warnings:  group sex! Anal, double penetration, humiliation and degradation, unprotected sex (plz use a condom), f x f interactions, oral, come play, spanking, mild pet play (a leash is used)

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: well.. this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written... hope you enjoy.... anyway it is sort of edited but mostly just like porn without plot so there’s that

“Hey Tom?” You ask as you get ready for bed.

“Yes, love?” Tom hums, watching you slip into one of his t-shirts before climbing into bed with him.

“I was wondering…” You start, resting your head against his bare chest, “you know how Z and Jake are going to be filming in London soon for the rest of Far From Home?” 

Tom nods, combing his fingers through your hair, having no idea where this is going, but he waits for you to continue.

“Have you ever thought about, maybe, you know, doing something like what we did with Haz, again?” 

Tom’s grip on your hip tightens at the memory of the time the pair of you brought Harrison into the bedroom. 

“With Jake and Z?”

You nod, shying away from his eyes, “and Haz again.”

“You want to be used by four people at once, baby?” Tom coos, finger brushing along the skin of your hip, gliding into your panties.

You whine, nodding your head as he flips you over, straddling your hips.

“You’re such a slut, want more and more, what do you want them to do to you?” 

You whimper as Tom gently rubs your clit over your panties, biting your lip as the pleasure builds in your stomach at the thought of the interaction.

“I just, I was thinking about what it would be like if you all, dunno, hung out, and did stuff while I just had to behave?” 

Tom smirks as he stops rubbing your clit, “you like being a good girl for me don’t you? Love to make sure you’re well behaved, huh?” 

“Yes, would be so well behaved for you.”

“You want me to show you off to all of my friends? Show them how much of a good girl you are?” 

You nod, whining low in your throat as Tom gets off of you, grabbing his phone.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, sitting up as he pulls you into his lap.

“We should come up with a list of things you want to happen, what you’re okay with, what you’re not okay with, then we should call them, we won’t have much free time when shooting starts but we have some free time tomorrow when they’ve all landed.”

“You really want to do this?” you ask excitedly as Tom pulls out his notes app.

“Of course, you know I love showing you off to my friends, I can’t wait to show all of you off now,” Tom grins, kissing your neck as you begin to flesh out absolutely everything you want from tomorrow.

The phone call to Jake went smoothly, you just knew he had the biggest grin on his face when Tom told him a little about what you wanted for the evening. You had a feeling that Jake was into some pretty freaky stuff, and his enthusiasm about the idea confirmed your belief.

Zendaya was absolutely thrilled and when she revealed she’s always thought about you in that way and that she was going to pack her strap-on, you audibly moaned.

Tom lightly pats your hip once you hung up with Zendaya, “should we go ask Harrison?” 

When you bring it up, Harrison’s jaw practically drops before he nods eagerly, “you sure?”

“Absolutely, she always wants to be a good girl, might as well show you lot how well she behaves.”

You smirk, flushing a little at the way Harrison looks at you, running his eyes up and down your bare thigh. 

“Alright love, let’s go rest up, you’ve got a long night tomorrow,” Tom says, his hand around your waist tightening when he noticed the way Harrison looked at you.

Before you went to bed, you talked one more time about it, “you sure you won’t be too jealous?” 

“What do you mean, baby?” 

“I mean, you just shot Haz some serious evil eyes. You do realize he’s fucked me before and he’s going to fuck me again tomorrow?”

“I know, I know, but I also know that once tomorrow is over, we’re just us again and I have nothing to be jealous about because I get to have you after.”

***

Tom helps you prepare for the night by a nice bath during the day, helping you exfoliate your skin, wash your hair, eat a good meal. He sent the rest of the occupants of the house to a hotel for the night, insisting that he deserves time alone with you, little did they know that you and Tom were going to be the polar opposite of alone. 

Harrison is chomping at the bit to start, so fucking eager to touch you again. Tom snaps at him to stay in his room while he gets you ready. 

How does he get you ready?

He once bought a deep red collar, one with a detachable leash, a while ago, never getting the chance to really use it until now. You kneel naked in front of him in the living room, where you decided tonight’s events would take place.

“Look so pretty like that, I’m going to put the collar on, and that means the scene will have started. What’s your safeword?”

“Yellow for slow down, red for stop,” you say confidently, keeping your hands clasped behind your back. 

“Good girl, now, I want you to stay very still while I get you ready. Even more still when I invite them all inside. Do you think you can do that?” Tom’s hand goes to cup your chin, bringing your eyes to meet his.

“Yes sir,” you reply, wanting nothing more than to rub your thighs together to relieve some of the tension you feel between them. But you don’t, keeping them wide as Tom fits the collar around your neck. 

He attaches the leash before grabbing the nipples clamps that you both loved. Without fail, every single time you used them, you managed to come so much quicker than without them. Tonight it would be a real challenge to control yourself until Tom gives you permission, especially in front of all of his friends.

Tom kneels down in front of you, his bulge already evident from his grey sweatpants. He’s just as excited as you are. He kisses each of your nipples, lightly sucking on them before adding the clamps. You hiss but bite your lip before you make any actual noise, knowing Tom typically likes to give you permission to talk in a situation like this. 

“Feel okay?” He asks, gently tugging on the chain that connects them.

You nod as he tugs them harder, making you fall forward slightly. 

“Good, now, stop biting your lip, I just want to fuck your mouth whenver you do,” Tom demands, grabbing onto the leash and pulling you toward the coffee table. You whimper as he lifts up one end, settling the leash around it so you could only move about a foot or so from that spot, and only on your knees. 

“Now, stay like that, on your knees, hands behind your back, legs spread, I’m going to get Harrison and the rest of them, they’re waiting outside. Are you ready baby girl?” Tom asks as he stands up.

“Yes sir,” you reply, readjusting your arms so you have a better grip of both hands as he walks towards Harrison’s door. 

The second Harrison sees you he groans, sitting down on the couch and gazing over your form. You are so still, trying your hardest to be a good girl for Tom.

“Hands off until I invite the rest of them inside, mate,” Tom warns Harrison who gulps and nods, unable to take his eyes off of you. 

Your breasts sway slightly, the tug on your nipples making your whimper. Tom shoots you a warning glance before walking off toward the front door. 

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” Harrison comments, palming himself over his sweatpants. You whimper, struggling to stay still and not respond until Tom comes back. You hear multiple footsteps and you keep your head down as Tom walks in with Jake and Zendaya.

“Wow, what a pretty little accessory you have here,” Jake’s deep voice makes you want to look up and get a look at him but you wait for Tom’s instructions.

Jake runs a hand through your hair, grabbing the back of your neck and forcing your head up. You finally get a look at everyone here, Tom has pride in his eyes as you keep your mouth shut. Zendaya has her natural dark brown curls brushed into a bun, she’s especially fixated on your nipples under the clamps. Jake is watching the way you struggle to keep your legs open, watching how wet you are and how your pussy is practically throbbing already. 

“Let’s let her sit for a while, catch up?” Tom says, sitting down on the couch next to Harrison who hasn’t really said much of anything, but is watching as Jake brushes some of your hair out of your face, cupping your cheek as he kneels on the ground in front of you.

“Are you a good girl for Tom? Do everything he says?” Jake asks as Zendaya situates herself on the couch on the other side of Harrison.

You nod as best as you can, eyes glancing over at Tom who gives you permission to speak with a simple nod. 

“Yes,” you breath out.

“Yes what? You really should learn how to talk to people who are going to be fucking you, baby girl,” Jake coos, lightly tapping his hand across your cheek. It isn’t exactly a slap, but it’s close enough to have you cry out and want to beg for more. You’re patient though, answering how you know Jake wants.

“Yes, daddy, I’m a good girl for Tom,” you answer as Jake slips his hand away from your cheek, tugging at the leash lightly.

“Good, now lay down on your back, want to see all of you,” Jake demands, dropping the leash and standing up. 

All eyes are on you as you lay down, your breasts swaying as you do, the leash and collar choking you slightly until you can rearrange yourself into a better spot.

When you finally do, you set your hands at your sides and spread your legs, waiting for another instruction.

Instead, Tom ignores you, asking Jake and Zendaya how their flights were. They make absentminded small talk for a little bit. You feel your pussy become even more damp every single time one of the guests would look at you. Tom never did however, keeping his eyes trained on whichever of his friends was talking. 

“Want to play a game?” Tom asks and you whimper, nodding eagerly. He laughs cruelly, getting up to kneel at your side, “not you,” he lightly slaps the inside of your thigh, “you stay like the good slut I know you are.”

“Yes sir.”

“Here, while we play, Jake is going to edge you, how does that sound?” Tom asks, holding up the slim vibrator that you normally use when he wants to tease you and not give you full and complete pleasure. 

“Good, sir,” you answer as Tom hands the vibrator to Jake. 

Tom steps back and Jake takes his place, shedding his shirt and kneeling between your legs. You try your hardest not to moan as he leans down, the gold chain around his neck trailing up your thigh as he kisses your skin. 

“Be a good girl for daddy and take what I give you,” Jake murmurs, turning the vibrator on as you glance at Tom, begging him through pleading eyes to let you make some sort of noise.

“Don’t make me get that ball gag of yours,” Tom warns, picking up the controllers from the coffee table and handing them to Zendaya and Harrison. Maybe it’s because Tom is used to this sort of play with you that he’s the best at not being distracted by your shaking and naked form, but Zendaya and Harrison have a hard time tearing their eyes away from you for long enough to select which characters they want to play. 

You hear Harrison try to show Zendaya how to use the controller properly but your attention is torn from them as Jake presses the vibrator right against your clit. 

“Fuck!” You cry out, immediately biting your lip to stifle the rest of your moans when Tom gives you another look.

Jake slaps your thigh harshly, the sting making you buck your hips up against the vibrations.

“Did we say you could talk?” Jake asks, running a finger through your slick folds. You shake your head, whimpering as your breasts and the clamps move with it.

“Right, so originally you were going to be allowed to come every single time they got past a level, but I think you’ll get a ruined orgasm now, how does that sound?” Jake asks, thrusting his finger inside of you as he presses the vibrator harder against your clit.

You whimper, “yes daddy.”

“You’ll take whatever we give you, won’t you? Such a whore,” Jake chuckles, watching the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he added a second finger to your tight heat. His fingers are considerably thicker than Tom’s, creating a whole new sensation as they press against your sweet spot. 

You’re not sure if they’ve even started the game yet, you can only focus on the way Jake’s beard scrapes against your skin and his fingers pound into your pussy with ease. 

You hear triumphant cheers before Jake rubs your g-spot with his fingers, letting go of the vibrator to replace it with his tongue. 

“Come, slut,” Tom says, it’s so casual and nonchalant and your eyes squeeze shut as Jake sucks on your clit, urging you closer to the edge. Your fingers grasp at the soft material of the carpet and you want nothing more than to grab onto Jake and hold his face against your pussy but you want to be good for all of them.

Just as you feel yourself start to come, Jake pulls his fingers and mouth away from you, slapping your thigh with his hand already soaked in your arousal.

“Such a good girl for daddy,” he praises as you try to come back from the ruined orgasm. 

You whimper, blinking your eyes open to watch Jake lick through your folds, hands pushing your thighs apart so he can taste you. 

He licks into your entrance, nose bumping against your clit as you struggle to not fight back against his hands. With every jerky movement you heard a warning from Tom and the collar and leash around your neck would tug slightly, choking you. 

Jake was teasing you relentlessly, one hand constantly slapping your thighs, the other would either fuck your pussy or rub your clit, switching with his mouth. 

You hear another triumphant shout and then Tom, “come.” 

Your eyes squeeze shut as Jake’s teeth graze your clit, pulling away from your right as the knot in your stomach almost snaps. 

“Fuck!” You groan, biting your lip when you realize you spoke out of turn.

“Z, sit on her face to shut her up,” Tom says, shaking his head at you as Jake turns the vibrator back on, sliding it through your folds, pussy practically begging for more stimulation as Zendaya sets her controller down and stands up.

“So needy, be a good girl, be quiet for us, Harrison and Tom need to concentrate,” Jake teases as Zendaya moves to pull off her leggings, revealing her bare pussy.

You groan and Jake smacks your thigh again as she leans over you, long and slender finger running along your bottom lip. You peek your tongue out to gently lick at it, and she gently slaps your breast with her other hand, causing you to moan.

“You have such beautiful breasts, baby,” Zendaya coos, situating her thighs on either side of your face, muffling another of your moans with her pussy.

You slip your eyes shut as you start to fuck your tongue into Zendaya’s entrance, her hands cupping your breasts. 

Before long Zendaya is bouncing on your face, your lips wrapped around her clit as you try to make her come, slightly distracted by her nails scraping against the skin of your breasts, tugging on the clamps from time to time. 

Jake’s making the most depraved noises as he sucks on your clit, slowly pushing the vibrator inside of you. It’s slim, slimmer than his fingers, but the added vibration against your g-spot has your hands trying to grab at something or anything, resulting in an order from Tom to put them back down on the floor before he ties them above your head. 

You moan at that, the vibrations from your mouth sending a shiver up Zendaya’s spine. You could tell she was close, because she bent down and started kissing and biting along your breasts, marking you over and over again as her hands tighten around your sides.

“Fuck, go ahead baby, I’m gonna come all over your face, that’s right, make me feel good,” Zendaya gasps out, your nose bumping against her clit as you fuck your tongue into her entrance, tasting her as much as possible. 

She’s sweet and as she comes, she lets out the most beautiful high pitched cry that makes everyone turn to you and watch, even Tom who was dead set on completely ignoring you for as long as possible. 

She all but collapsed against the coffee table as she slipped off of you, her fingers running along your wet and plump lips, smearing her orgasm over your face.

“God, you look fucking beautiful like this,” she murmurs, leaning back down to capture your lips in hers.

She moans when she tastes herself and you allow yourself to get lost in the kiss as Jake fucks the vibrator into you.

Your hips keep bucking up to his movement, the knot in your stomach tightening. 

You didn’t hear Tom’s gentle warning not to come, and before you could stop yourself or Jake could pull away, you’re coming, a strangled cry against Zendaya’s lips as she tugs on your nipple clamps. 

They both pull back as you pant and try to come down from the orgasm, embarrassment flooding your body because you disobeyed Tom. 

He kneels down beside you, smirking as you whimper, thighs quivering as he rests a hand against your collar.

“You’re so needy, can’t even follow simple instructions, can you baby?” 

You whimper as he unclips the leash and takes off the nipple clamps, kissing each of your sore nipples. 

“You want us to pay attention to you?” He asks, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Please,” you whimper, voice hoarse as you watch Harrison stroke his cock, blue eyes dark with lust.

“I guess we can take care of you, but first I think a punishment is in order, you came without permission-,”

“But Jake-,” You start, forgetting the rules for a moment.

Tom slaps your thigh, making you groan before he rests his hand against your throat, “you came without permission and distracted Harrison, made him lose the round. I think it’s only fair he gets to punish you, what do you think?”

“Please, please Haz, daddy,” you whisper, watching the way Harrison groans, letting go of his cock to kneel down next to you.

“You need a little punishment before we can use you, huh?” Harrison asks, stroking your cheek.

You nod, pouting slightly as Tom let’s go of your neck and stands up.

“Let’s go get something to drink, leave Harrison to take care of the slut and put her in her place.”

There’s a hint of jealousy in Tom’s voice but Harrison and you can’t notice it, too caught up in each other as the rest of the group heads into the kitchen, right next to the living room with a very clear view of the both of you.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to see how you react to a little punishment,” Harrison says, his thumb gliding over your bottom lip.

“Please,” you whimper as he traces your collar.

“On all fours, baby girl,” he says, helping your trembling form get up.

He drapes his body over your own, kissing your shoulder as he holds tightly onto you hips, keeping you still.

“Now, I’m going to spank you, are you going to be a good girl and count for me?”

“Yes, yes daddy, promise, I’ll count,” you whimper as he leans back, his hand smoothing over the skin of your ass.

You hear Tom laugh, and you flush, trying to focus completely on Harrison.

“Don’t know how much of a punishment this is, she fucking loves getting spanked,” Tom muses.

“Shhh, don’t listen to him baby, focus on me,” Harrison says, he’s wearing his rings, you can feel the cool metal against your skin before it disappears.

The force of the slap lurches you forward, making you cry out as you try to steady yourself.

“Aren’t you going to count for me? Thought you were a good girl,” Harrison teases, spanking you again.

“I am! I’m your good girl,” you whimper, feeling his hand run down to play with your pussy.

“Do good girls stay this wet when they get spanked? I think you’re a naughty girl, but that’s okay, let’s try this again, hmmm? And what will you do when I spank you?”

“Count,” you stutter out, waiting for him to start over.

“Good, let’s try, shall we?” Harrison says, spanking you again. You stay still this time, with the help of his grip on your hip.

“One,” you whimper, biting your lip as you brace yourself for another slap.

“See? That’s not so hard, is it?”

You shake your head, turning it slightly to watch Harrison, as well as Tom, Jake and Zendaya speak in hushed voices in the kitchen. 

By the tenth spank your entire body is shaking and you’re struggling to stay up as Harrison smooths his hand over your skin, kissing down your spine.

“Look so pretty, with all my marks, took your punishment so well,” Harrison praises you and you whimper. 

“Open up her ass Haz, I know how much you love fucking it,” Tom says.

All of them are back in the room and you can’t remember when they got there, but you don’t mind, watching Tom hand Harrison a bottle of lube.

“How do you want us?” Tom asks, cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

“Can, fuck, I want to ride Jake, want Haz, in my ass,” you whine as you feel one of Harrison’s fingers trace your second hole, his thumb rubbing your clit. 

“Of course, I know how much a greedy slut needs her holes filled,” Tom smirks, kissing your lips softly before pulling back, “but what will I do? What about Zendaya? I thought you wanted to take care of all of us.”

“I do, sir, I want you all, just, ah,” you gasp as Harrison slides one of his fingers into your ass and your hips instinctively push back, trying to let him fill you up. 

“Good, now, be a good girl and take what we give you,” Tom smirks, kneeling back so Zendaya and Jake can get a better look at the way you’re falling apart around Harrison’s fingers.

“Can I- fuck,” you gasp, eyes squeezing shut as Harrison pulls his finger out of you, adding more lube before pushing two fingers into you.

“Can you what?” Tom teases, “you know the rules, you have to use your words.”

“Can I come?”

“I don’t know, can you? I’m not the one fucking you, ask Harrison,” Tom says, glancing at his blond haired friend. 

Harrison’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he watches you move your hips back against his fingers, your clit throbbing against his thumb.

“I don’t know, baby girl, how do you ask me?” Harrison teases, adding a third finger and more lube.

“Please Haz, daddy, need you,” you whimper, feeling your stomach tighten when he pinches your clit.

“Go ahead, then, come for me, want you nice and wet for when we fuck you,” his lips trail back up your spine, making you cry out, coming around nothing as he continues to finger your ass.

“That’s it, good girl,” Harrison praises you.

“More,” you whine, wanting to feel full.

“So needy, Jake, why don’t you fuck her pussy so she stops complaining?” Tom suggests and Harrison’s fingers slip out of you, pulling your back against his chest, one hand around your waist, lips whispering in your ear as Jake undresses.

“Excited to take as many cocks as you can tonight? Want to be stretched as much as possible huh?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whine, watching Jake lay down in front of you, stroking his cock as Harrison rubs your clit.

“Go ahead and sit on Jake’s cock, I’ll fill you up in a second baby girl,” Harrison says, kissing your cheek gently as he guides you to straddle Jake’s hips.

Both Jake and Harrison have their hands all over you, your hips, your ass, and when you finally lower yourself down onto Jake’s cock, you let out a loud whine because you’re in pure fucking bliss.

“Maybe we need to have that mouth stuffed full, too hmm? A little too loud for my liking,” Tom says, watching you bite your lip and Harrison push gently at your back, pressing your chest against Jake’s.

“Come on, gonna open you up again, you want me to fuck you too?” Harrison asks, his hand gliding down to grab a handful of your ass.

“Please!” you cry out, pressing your face into Jake’s chest, your lips trembling around his gold chain as he keeps your hips still.

“So tight already baby girl, you’re going to be so tight when Harrison fucks your ass, going to feel so good for daddy huh?” Jake asks, petting your hair as you whine and nod, tears prickling in your eyes as you feel Harrison’s fingers circle your ass again. 

“You like my gold chain, don’t you?” Jake chuckles, watching you sit up slightly and tug the chain between your teeth.

“Yes, daddy,” you mumble, gasping when Harrison begins to fuck his finger into you, making you clench around Jake.

Eventually, with lots of soothing touches and Zendaya playing with your breasts, Harrison is fucking three of his fingers into you, and you’re begging for more.

“Please, daddy, fuck me, need you in me,” you whine, clutching onto Jake’s biceps as you turn your head toward Harrison.

He looks like he’s going to burst with excitement, gently pulling his fingers out of you before adding lube to his cock, stroking it a few times as you whine.

“Be patient, daddy will fill you up,” Harrison teases, his cock nudging at your entrance.

You whimper, the stretch burning slightly as you press your face into Jake’s neck, distracting yourself but sucking and biting at his skin.

“How’re you doing, baby girl?” Jake asks, running a hand up your back to calm you down. 

“Good, ah, more, please,” you whine, clenching around Jake as Harrison bottoms out.

“So greedy huh? Already getting fucked by two cocks, you want more?” Tom chuckles, watching Zendaya pull out her strap on, it was thick and purple and a little bit longer than Tom, which only sparked jealousy within him.

“Please, daddy, need you to move.”

Harrison’s hands tighten around your hips, shallowing fucking into you as Jake sort of lifts you up, making you bounce on his lap. 

They find a rhythm quickly, tugging you between their two bodies.

You aren’t sure how many orgasms Jake gives you when he sneaks his thumb between your bodies, but with each one, Tom teases you even more, remarking about how he’ll have to get the carpet cleaned with how much of a mess you’re making.

Jake is the first to come, because every orgasm you have completely rocks him, and right before he does he pulls you down for a filthy kiss, his teeth tugging at your lip, “want daddy to come inside of you?”

You whine, high in your throat, trying to fuck yourself harder down on Jake’s cock as he comes, hot and deep inside of you with a growl. Harrison isn’t far behind, his grunts filling the air as Jake’s thumb rubs your clit. 

“Come on baby girl, come for daddy,” Harrison grunts, coming inside of you as his hips still.

“Daddy!” you cry out as Harrison wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you up against him, another orgasm washing over you as Harrison kisses down your neck, hands steadying your hips. 

“I bet you’re going to look pretty with our come dripping out of you,” Jake smirks, drawing circles on the skin of your thigh as you come down from your high.

“Please, Tommy,” you cry out, vision blurred as you writhe on Jake’s lap. 

“Need more?”

“Zendaya, please, more,” you beg, tears slipping down your cheeks as Harrison pulls out of you, leaning back to watch you struggle to keep his come inside of you.

“You want me to fuck you baby?” Zendaya asks as Jake sits up, practically pulling you off of his cock.

“God, yes, need your cock Z, please,” You whimper, kneeling on the floor in front of her, her strap inches from your face as you spread your legs, showing her your fucked out pussy.

“God, I’m going to fuck you so well, fuck you better than any of these boys,” Z murmurs, her thumb tracing your bottom lip before forcing your jaw wide open. 

“Please,” you beg, leaning toward her strap, wanting to suck her off. 

“Go ahead, get my cock nice and wet for me,” Zendaya smirks, stepping forward to slap her strapon onto your tongue.

You groan as she fucks into your mouth, making you gag as her hands grab at the back of your head.

“Fuck, yes, take my cock so well, want to make sure it’s nice and ready for your pussy,” Zendaya smirks, pulling you back after you’re drooling down your chin. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Zendaya asks, 

Tom sits back against the couch, patting his lap. 

You turn on your hands and knees, crawling to Tom.

“That’s a good girl,” He smirks, slowly stroking his cock.

“How do you want me sir?” You ask, kneeling in front of him as you wait for more instructions.

“Come and sit on my lap, face Z, I know she loves your tits,” Tom smirks, watching Z stare at the way they bounce as you turn around, straddling Tom’s thighs.

“You want her to fuck your pussy?” Tom whispers, brushing hair from your neck and sending a shiver down your spine as he lifts you up.

“Please, please Z, need you inside me, need you to fuck me, please,” you beg as Tom’s cock begins to easily push into your ass.

“Anything for you, baby,” Zendaya smiles as Tom seats you fully on his cock, making you whimper and reach out for Zendaya.

She pushes your thighs open, running a slender finger through your folds, collecting your own orgasm as well Jake’s come, dragging it up your chest, circling your nipples before shoving her finger in your mouth.

They all watch as you suck on her finger, eagerly cleaning it off as she taps her strapon against your clit, making you buck forward and gag on her finger. 

“You’re going to look so fucking pretty full of my cock, baby,” Z smirks, pushing her cock inside of you, slowing when you wince.

“How do you feel?” Tom asks, hands tight on your hips and holding you still when you start to try to fuck yourself down on both of their cocks.

“I’m, ah, it’s a different position, just stretching me more,” you grunt when Z’s lips brush against your chest, eventually wrapping around one of your nipples. 

“Tell us when we can move, I know you like being nice and full, don’t you?” Tom asks, smirking at the moan that falls from your lips. 

“Fuck, Tommy, love it, move, please, you can move,” you beg before Zendaya kisses you, her tongue easily slipping inside of your mouth as her soft brown curls brush against your face. They easily find a rhythm to fuck you with, Zendaya’s lips were all over your front but she focused on your breasts, kissing and sucking every bit of skin she could get to. 

Tom can’t help but groan watching how Zendaya marks you, her finger rubbing your clit as you try to keep your eyes open, wanting to watch everything you possibly could.

“Taking our cocks so well, want me to come in your ass? Fill you up?” Tom asks, holding onto the back of your neck, fingers tugging inside the collar to keep you pressed against him, his cock deep inside of you as it starts to twitch.

Harrison and Jake are watching you get fucked, they’ve pulled their boxers back on but they’re both palming themselves, eyes dark as they watch you stare at them, lips dropping open.

“You want Tom to come inside you? Fuck you even fuller?” Harrison asks, smirking when you can’t make a coherent response.

“Please, Tomy, come in me, need you, Tom,” you whine, feeling Tom twitch inside of you again as he helps you grind against him.

“I’ve got you, don’t be greedy, you’ll get my come, “ Tom murmurs.

It doesn’t take long for him to come, just watching Zendaya tug one of your nipples between her teeth and the way you absolutely sob, babbling and begging for his come. He fills you so well, his come, Harrison’s come, lube, everything starts to drip down your thighs, making you tremble as Zendaya teases you, making fun of the mess you’re making. 

“Can’t keep their come inside of you huh?” 

“So fucking full, baby, love being stuffed full of come? Show everyone how well we fuck you?”

You’re only able to respond with half mumbled yes, fuck, more and please Z, let me come. You’re completely delirious with want and when Harrison and Jake wink at you almost at the same time, you’re absolutely begging for her to give you another orgasm. 

“Come on my cock,” Z whispers, staring up at you through her eyelashes, her eyes dark when you clench around her, screaming her name as you come, your thighs shaking as she holds them open. 

“That’s it, good girl, going to pull out of you, try not to drip all over the carpet,” Z winks, slowly pulling back as Tom kisses along your shoulder blades, beginning to lift you up. 

Jake and Tom work on cleaning you up, Zendaya helping you stay sitting up and taking off your collar, kissing along the small marks it left along your neck.

“Have a good night okay baby?” Zendaya says, kissing you softly. Her lips are definitely your favorite, they’re so soft and plump and she knows exactly how to use them. 

“Mhm, Z, you’re my favorite,” you giggle as Tom’s hands tighten on your hips and Jake grazes his teeth along your shoulder, moving to whisper in your ear.

“You were such a good girl for daddy, hopefully, we can play again some other time.”

Harrison gets to starting the bath in the master bathroom while Tom takes you to the other bathroom, letting you pee before helping you to the other bathroom. 

“So, how was that?” Tom asks, brushing your hair from your face as he carries you to the tub that Harrison is sitting in.

“I think you should clean the carpet,” you slur, half in that hazy headspace that you get into when Tom and you have a rough scene.

Tom chuckles as he helps you into the tub, Harrison pulling you back against his chest.

“And you know to use her-,”

“Yes, Tom, the lavender body wash and her special shampoo, I know,” Harrison smiles, kissing your shoulder as you lean back against him, lightly splashing the water around you. 

“I’ll be back in a little bit, princess, just want to get your pajamas and some food ready for you,” Tom says, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You nod sleepily, yawning as Harrison begins to pour water over your hair and body, cleaning your body, gently pressing against all of the marks they made along the way.

“You’re a little tired, huh?” Harrison asks as he cleans you up, helping you stand up and dry off.

“Mhm, you all wore me out,” you giggle as he picks you up in the towel, bringing you to Tom and your bedroom. 

Tom is standing by the bed, holding up your favorite pajamas, an old sweatshirt and satin sleep shorts. When Harrison sets you down on the bed, Tom helps get you changed while Harrison brushes your hair into your favorite blue scrunchie, kissing as much skin as he can as he does.

You’re tired but Tom insists on making sure you drink a glass of water and eat a granola bar as he rubs some lotion into your thighs and tummy, kissing your skin along the way. 

“Mhm, can you cuddle with us Haz?” You ask, pouting as you watch Harrison start to walk out.

“Of course, I’m gonna go get changed, I’ll be right back,” he nods, winking at you.

You fall asleep between Harrison and Tom, after plenty of soft kisses and cuddling, you simply couldn’t keep your eyes open for any longer. You just recall both of their laughs when you say, “we are so doing that again,” right before falling asleep. 

Taglist + people who might enjoy: @nsfwmcu @spiideymjj @mskatharinawho @stealthspideys @robbinholland 

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Deciding on a POV

There are many ways to tell a story, and each one comes with a benefit or a downside. Still, I figured it’s worth going over the different ways each can be effective.

First Person

Reliable Narrator: A story with a reliable First Person narrator is one of the most common narrative styles. What this means is that the reader can trust what the narrator is telling them is the truth as it actually happened. Think Percy Jackson in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series.The reliable narrator is far more common than the unreliable variety. The benefit of this narrative style is that it mirrors how we tell stories verbally. If something happened to me, and I tell my friend what happened, I am going to use First Person narration to explain the events that transpired. Thus, this can feel like the most organic option. It also allows for total access to the POV character’s thoughts, allowing readers to see how they reached a conclusion, or why they’re acting a certain way. However, this can come with the problem of not being able to get inside the head of anyone except for the narrator. Now, while it’s standard for the First Person narrator to be the main character, it isn’t always the case. If the narrator is some sort of omniscient, bystander, or divine presence, whether they interact with the characters or not, it technically falls under First Person if they voice their opinion using I statements. The figure of Death in The Book Thief is a good example of this, as Death uses I and me in the narrative of the story. Because the story is set in Germany during World War II, the narrator of Death sees the protagonist, Liesel, frequently, and thus we’re able to get a narrator who is observing a protagonist from outside of her immediate story.

Unreliable Narrator: An Unreliable narrator is going to be the exact opposite. They tell the story, but take their story with a grain of salt. Whether their perception of reality is distorted, they’re using metaphors and symbolic imagery to tell the story, or they’re telling the story from a very narrow viewpoint, the unreliable narrator can be a good choice to get the reader to engage with the story and think critically about the work. Rugrats is a good example of this type of storytelling, as the main characters are babies, and therefore often mistake things for something else, making them unreliable narrators. This type works well if you want to tell a more abstract story. For instance, an entire story is about a boy chasing after a red balloon, but that red balloon itself represents accepting his mother’s death. Suddenly everything experienced becomes unreliable, leaving the reader wondering if the foes he defeated or the desert he crossed was literal, and he went on an actual journey to come to terms with his mother’s death, or was everything figurative, and the journey was more symbolic and allegorical? An unreliable narrator can play with these questions, blur the lines between reality and fiction, and leave their readers asking questions.

Third Person

Omniscient: Lemony Snicket is a perfect example of a great omniscient narrator. Mr. Snicket knows everything about every character, knows what’s going to happen before it happens, and comments on everything. Lemony Snicket himself is not a character in the story. Rather he recounts the story much like the First Person style, but from an outside perspective. Instead of being part of the story, Lemony Snicket is telling us about the Baudelaire children through the lens of the all-knowing and opinionated narrator. It’s not entirely uncommon for this type of narrator to be some supernatural force, a wise old sage, or someone who lived through an experience recounting the tale many years later. In fact it could be rather fun to play with this last one, having the story almost be told like a myth or legend, but having the narrator constantly side track to discuss how historians know and gathered the information for this story, only to reveal the narrator isn’t some omniscient being, but just a docent in a museum giving a tour and explaining an old myth to the patrons.

Limited: With a Limited POV, the reader learns things as the narrator does. Even though the narrator is the one telling the story, their information is only up to date with whatever is currently happening on the page. This and First Person are the two POV types most likely to appear in a mystery novel, or any novel where a mystery or unanswered questions drives the plot. Harry Potter is a series written in Limited Third Person. The story follows Harry, and the reader only learns information as Harry does. And every year, Harry is faced with the recurring mystery element of figuring out what’s going on, and stopping whatever their plan was. However, because the narrator only knows what the protagonist knows, this can allow you to play around with giving the narrator a personality, and having them comment or react to things as they happen, perhaps even mirroring the way you hope the readers are responding.

Objective: Think of Objective Point of View as watching a tv show. Anyone who’s into shipping has to read into objective romantic coding. Two characters held eye contact for five seconds? You the reader have to interpret that as you will. Objective is strangely both the most human and the most robotic point of view. At its most human, Objective treats the narration like a normal person. They can’t read the thoughts of other characters, they don’t know more than the hero or reader, and you’re effectively just a bystander in the crowd watching things happen with no context clues about what’s happening inside a character’s head. On the opposite end, it can also be the most robotic because it is the most lacking in human connection, as it leaves the reader detached from the characters themselves. However, a liberating or perhaps crippling aspect of this POV style is that it frees the author of show don’t tell because this type of POV can’t enter anyone’s minds or go on a rant about a character’s feelings about someone else. You just have to take what you get at face value and all information has to be conveyed through your characters and story, whether directly through dialogue, or subtly through background details.

Switching POVs

Most stories tend to stick with a single narrator. Stories can be complicated when one person is giving an opinion, but when multiple people are talking, it can be hard to find a voice and plot for each of them. And if you’re planning on writing a series, you may run into the problem of some characters having meatier plots than others. It’s for this reason that when it comes to watching Game of Thrones, I always groan internally whenver the story cuts back to Bran or Jon at the Wall. It’s a scene or two of people standing around being cold or talking about being cold and something something three-eyed raven and then we finally get back to the part I’m more interested in: the political games of manipulation and intrigue. But that’s also a strength of changing POVs. With something like Game of Thrones, you might not necessarily like every storyline happening, but you’re more likely to enjoy one. In a sense, Game of Thrones is like 11 novels stitched together, and because each is so different, you’re more likely to find something in the series that speaks to you. Conversely, when there’s multiple POVs experiencing the same thing, such as with the Heroes of Olympus series, having shifting POVs can be a good way of exploring each character. In The Lost Hero, Piper knows more about the giant waiting to fight them than either Jason or Leo, and because we have shifting POVs, we the reader get access to this otherwise Limited Third Person information from the character who already knows it, thus building dramatic tension of when the others will find out. Another benefit to this is giving unique encounters to the characters. Percy has already met Aphrodite in the past, but through Piper, Aphrodite’s daughter, we’re able to see a different side of this goddess, the goddess as a mother to someone else. This could also manifest in differing opinions of the same things. This is also part of why it works so well in Game of Thrones. Game of Thrones is a civil war story with multiple sides all vying for the same end goal. Because there are so many sides and players in the game, having so many different points of view is valueable to the story being told. If Eddard Stark was the sole protagonist, the only thing that we would know is whatever he knows. Everything Danny is doing across the narrow sea would need to be told to Ned for it to matter. And the same with Jon at the Wall. And if Jon or Danny was the sole narrator, the reader would miss out on everything happening in King’s Landing because neither Danny nor Jon are connected to that part of the plot. An entire element to the story is lost when a major POV character is dropped, which goes to show how strong George RR Martin’s writing really is. Something I like doing with multiple POVs is describing the same character in two different ways from two characters who would see them in a drastically different way. One description might paint a character as dark, alluring, and attractive, while another person might describe them as a rat-faced shifty-eyed snake that stinks of booze and dead fish. It’s the same character, but two different people see that character in entirely different ways. However, this also comes with a major backlash. It can be an absolute nightmare juggling not only so many plots, but trying to make them fit together nicely. You’ll notice this a lot with shows that emphasize drama and interconnecting storylines. They’ll be really strong in their earlier seasons, then peter out once they’ve hit the creative brick wall. It happened to Once Upon a Time and to a lesser extent, Glee. Both shows had tightly knit and compelling drama in season 1, but by season 4, both shows felt like they were just going through the motions and had lost the edge that made them interesting. Even with something as well-written as Game of Thrones, it’s still possible to have someone’s story be weaker than everyone else’s. Arya Stark for instance spent the first couple of seasons focused on learning to sword fighting, then once the Hound died, she went to Braavos, but it always kind of felt more like a detour than really what Arya’s story was supposed to be about. She was a little girl out for vengeance, she went to Braavos for a season or two, didn’t really learn much, and then she came back to Westeros and pretty much went right back to exactly who she was before going to Braavos. Now granted, I’m going by the TV show, but it always felt to me at least that Arya’s vacation in Braavos was just kind of George not knowing what to do with her as he built up to the big climactic battle. So if you’re going to use shifting POVs, it’s important to weigh the pros and the cons carefully.

[ron-stepupable]

Reblog with your favorite HHA/DHA/HOA moment (s)

For me it’s:

HHA:

Appie x Amber scenes. Period.

Fabienke feels

When Fabian throws a dictionary at Mick’s head

Fabian calling Patricia a bitch (nice twist from the docile English version)

When Mara left and was actually happy (don’t ask, I really didn’t like Dutch Mara)

When Jeroen deadass leaps from the building in S2

Jason eating his script during the play

Jason deadsprinting from backstage to the bathroom, vomiting then sprinting back in stage and taking a bow.

When Amber and Ellie were shoved awkwardly into a bathroom stall in S1

When Ari asked Ellie to dance in S2 finale and the background music was once apon a dream.

Patricia reuniting with Joyce.

“prutser!”

When Zeno dies—I hate him

Mick getting run over by that scooter (don’t ask I found it really funny)

“Banana banana banana, Mick can do this!”

When Nienke sees Fabian again after the funeral.

Jeroen just striping in the bathroom for his gym teacher as one would.

Whenver Patricia and Robbie hug (even though I staunchly ship patty and Joyce)

When the goat ate Trudie’s flowers and she was not having it.

When Patricia walked in on Fabian and Nienke under the covers (I DIED)

And much more

DHA:

*disclaimer: this will be short because I’m learning German at university and am putting off watching DHA in its entirety till I’m More fluent.

This isn’t really a moment, but when you can clearly hear Daniel singing on the recording of Pfad der seiben Sünden.

Daniel and Nina, though not alway together.

Von Minkmar (self explanatory)

When Magnus apologies to Felix and gets an adorable brotp hug in return.

I really enjoy Luzy being as tall as she is in DHA.

HOA:

Patricia and Eddies conversations

Season 2 Jara scenes

Jerome’s interactions with his family

Whenever eddie called Jerome jerry.

The dance (the bet, the collector, the tunnel, the dejavu, the everything)

A blind Patricia going after Sibuna to warm them

Sibunas reactions when Nina fell

Nina and Fabian blackmailing Jerome for the gem

When Jerome and poppy put the gem back in the sheild

“Inferno—place of fire!”

“English please.”

“Hell...the clue means down in hell.”

Nina having a C1 moment during Alfie’s initiation

Alfie tackling Andrews, believing she’s an alien

Patricia on a date while on a Sibuna task

Jason’s betrayal (somehow it stuck in HOA more than the other two)

Jerome’s S1 arc

KT and Eddies brotp

Walfie

“And that joke isn’t funny anymore”

Sibuna being completely in the dark about Sophia even though she was pretty blatant.

The staff actually helping team evil

Robert being a sassy little shit.

Frombie

“Now you’ve got a funny color too”

“Well I guess you know how it feel cause your dad thought you were a real disappointment too, didn’t he?”

House of yesterday. I live for victor and Sarah interactions/ headcannons about their past.

Fabian lying about having a mark

Senkhara being an awesome villain

Thinking the collector is Vera, only to realize it Rufus, my second fav villain

Rufus panicking and kidnapping people (yes I believe he panicks)

All the jelfie one-liners

Trudy investigating Vera

Jasper struggling to decide what to do

Robert’s riddles

Lots more

[ecoplasma]

where do you get the courage to upload art about your ocs? I have been thinking about uploading but I am too scared that nobody will see my shitty art so why should I bother? do you have any advice? I am asking cause this blog and your art are incredable!

first of all, thank you for liking my blog and art!!but i'm afraid i'm not the right person to ask for this one because i am to this day tense whenever i upload oc art. there's also a lot of oc art i never uploaded because i am still insecure!i've mentioned it sometime before but only drawing fanart always was seriously starting to burn me out, especially with being pressured to upload regularly on social media. i'm often thinking about my time on deviantart, when i was like 11, where i shared my pokemon ocs and fursonas and shit. the same 2 or 3 people would always comment on my „original“ characters whenver i posted. i was looking forward to those 3 commenters so much, at tmes i felt like i was drawing for them, trying to get better to see their reaction, or coming up with a particularly cool-looking picture to surprise them. we even gifted each other art of our oc's hanging out, it was honestly a great time. i thought back to those times and then to the stories i've been building in my head since, and how my characters got established more and more over time. i've always knew, i wanted to tell a story someday, once i was satisfied with my own art skills (well, as satified as you can be). i've been giving these characters designs and backstories, but always on the side, so i could focus on art i could present online, fanart. it just felt so... draining after a while, only drawing other people's creations, not having your own „brand“. so, one day, when i was  having an art block again, third time this week, i thought „fuck it“ and started to post a random drawing of my ocs (i'm almost sure it was of Liz and Robin). Guess what, it got me exactly 5 notes and 2 unfollows. This didn't surprise me, but i was still upset nonetheless. „why won't they like something i worked hard on?“ Because they don't know that, and they don't know your characters. And the only way for people to know your characters is for you to draw them and then post that drawing. What got me the most feedback weren't endless ref and info sheets but drawings that just made my characters look interesting; draw them in cool scenes where they say edgy one-liners or something. Don't even explain what's going on, just make it look like something you'd like to know more of.People might find it and they might be curious. Or they won't find it. Many factors come into play, biggest of them is luck, so don't be discouraged if you only earn radio silence (and trust me, in the beginning, this will be exactly what happens). Hell, my stuff isn't even well known, my most popular oc art gets around 100 notes, and that's lucky.But that's why i post oc art; 100 notes on original art is more satisfying to me than 1000 notes on fanart.

also, there's this guy

tl;dr the fear of rejection and myobsession with numbers were beaten by the pure joy and motivation ifelt while drawing something i created myself and seeing people'sreaction to it!

[taylorteevee]

Supergirl Discussion: The Dream Team. (S3:11)

Monday’s episode of Supergirl, titled Fort Rozz, has become an instant favorite of mine.  Throughout this episode I was laughing, dramatically sobbing, cheering, happy crying.... basically felling ALL of the emotions in the best way.  We were blessed with some of the most unexpected character pairings that could not have worked any better.  So why was this team up necessary?  Our titular hero needed to gain some Intel on the all-powerful Samantha Reign.  The only way to do so was to travel to Fort Rozz to find the Kryptonian Priestess who has been imprisoned since before the destruction of Kyrpton, which meant she knows what the endgame of the season is going to be about.  Also the prison is still filled with enemies that despise the house of El.  Oh yeah, the prison is now orbiting a blue star that is poisonous to all those of the male gender containing a Y-Chromosome, and Supergirl will have no powers because there is no yellow sun.  In order to combat these obstacles, Kara basically created her own all-female legion of superheroes, which resulted in one of the best episodes of Supergirl to ever grace our screens.  Supergirl, Matilda  Saturn Girl, Livewire, and Regina George Psi are off to try and save the world while Brainy (Who I could write an entire dissertation about how much I love him), Mon-El, Winn, and J’onn stayed back at the DEO to provide support.  Everyone was rightfully hesitant about this team up at first, but Reign was a clear and intimidating common enemy that they all wanted and needed to take down.  There are no words that I can type that will do justice to the dialogue and banter between all of the characters this episode so I’ll ask you guys to respond with some of  your favorite lines!  I think I’m gonna have to put down the SuperWire Conversation as one of my favorites #SuperWireStrong.  This was a big episode for our anti-hero Leslie Willis, known as Livewire, but I will get back to her a bit later on.  After some punching, interrogating, and exploration of the Kryptonian Alcatraz, SuperWire eventually found the Priestess.  Well, I wouldn’t say found, I guess it was more like a dementor kidnapped Supergirl away, let her nap a bit, and took her straight to the Priestess.  If only they greeted our new number one squad, watch out Swift, at the door.  Thank you kind Kryptonian dementor!  I kind of hope we see more of them but back to the Priestess.  I hate her.  She was very rude and I don’t have any kind words about her.  She told us a horribly prophecy, which I’m curently theorizing about and might possibly post about it so let me know if you guys would be interested in that!  At the very least at least she let Supergirl know that there are in fact more WorldKillers out there, so hopefully she gets to recruiting a bigger and badder squad stat (A girl can dream right).  Unfortunately our Dream Team had some additional obstacles courtesy of a solar flare that left the ship our hero’s used to get to Fort Rozz plummeting into the blue star.  Matilda and Regina George stayed behind to try and change the course of the ship so when Reign arrived to murdered the no good Priestess and Kill Supergirl, her only back up was Livewire.  This battle against Reign proved to be the worst one yet and resulted in the death of a hero, Livewire.  She sacrificed herself just as Reign, whose powers don’t rely on something as trivial as the sun, was about to laser Supergirl out of existence.  It was a truly noble and heartbreaking sacrifice.  This is the death of a character that I am truly sad I won’t be able to see on the small screen again.  Well done writers.  The only reason Reign was not victorious, is because Psi came through to get all psychological on our villain and the human attributes that Reign was so worried about in the begging of the episode rendered her nearly defenseless for a brief moment.  This was the first moment we saw her humanity, which was a very, very, big moment.  Supergirl got a taste of the Jekyll and Hyde situation that unknown to her, her bestie of a few Weeks (Months right?)  is dealing with.  I will admit, I do like Samantha and I love her relationship with Ruby, which does help in making this situation even more heartbreaking.  Of course Kara blames herself for Livewire’s death (Please play barracuda at her memorial) which lead to one of the season’s greatest Karamel Scenes.  It felt like season two all over again... except for the fact that he is married, 7 years wiser, and has incredible facial hair.  I’m glad they were finally able to converse again.  It was a very sweet and brief moment that they both needed.  Lots of progress all over the place this episode!  Mon-El reminded Kara that whenver all of the adds are stacked against her, she finds a way and that sometimes Kara manages to find a way and save the day before Supergirl can.  I don’t know if you were able to tell but I thoroughly enjoyed this episode.  Don’t worry I didn’t Forget about Alex.  I did forget about James and Lena thought.  I guess they have to work but were probably secretly making out somewhere.  Anyway back to Alex, she spent the episode with her daughter babysitting Ruby and putting the fear of the FBI into children cyber bullying everywhere.  She also broke my Sanvers heart with they way she responded to the Maggie Text.  Acting 10 out of 10.  The episode ended with two very important scenes.  The Dream Team lost a member while the Anti-Dream team began to grow.  We saw the awakening of the newest WorldKiller after she was not crushed to death by two vehicles she was sandwhiched between.  Just as important, Sam finally confided in Alex about her black outs and loss of time, which is extremely crucial to the development of this season.  This is the scene I have been waiting for and now the big reveal will only be in a matter of time.  I am very excited to see what comes next.

- Was this one of your favorite episodes?

-Did Supergirl create a Stronger Female Squad than Taylor Swift?

-Will Brainy, Mon-El, and Winn move to an apartment in NYC so we can get the spin off that we all deserve? (Please contact me if you have the power to make this happen because we should not deny the people what they want) -Real talk:  I have not written many reviews before so whether it’s positive or negative feedback please tell me what you enjoyed and what you did not!  Also please feel free to discuss the episode or message me with any questions! Until Next Time!    

[thesadabwinchester]

Anniversary

I hate time because it sometimes goes too fast. From a single friend request to becoming the most important person in my life. Dear Sumaiya, do you have any idea how much you mean to me? :’) I love you to the moon and back and want to spend the rest of my life covered up in your love and want to spend an eternity fighting with you. I know, I shouldn’t joke about it but what else am I supposed to do ? We fight so much. But. I don’t think I could ever let you go, I am so insanely in love with you that if you were to leave, you would take my entire existance with you So it all started from a single meet on a pedestary and via texting and messaging where you found yourself and then suddenly, you met someone who told you the same story. Who told you about the same path you’ve walked through. And this time, you truly listened. You looked at them in the eyes while all the memories started coming back from the past. Suddenly you were like listening to an old song. You were like seeing an old scene you thought you have already forgotten. You were like in the darkness again. A darkness that was surrounded by voices you thought will never exist again. You were like watching an old movie. The one you don’t want to witness anymore. You’re hearing the same story from a different person. This time, the tears and sobs were not coming from you. It’s from someone you haven’t known when the same story happened to you. It was the same, yes, but still different. Because this time, you already understand. This time, you knew why it has to happen that way. This time, you were different. Because you already learned the lessons behind that story. And it’s time for you to try telling that someone how you overcome passing along that obstacle you thought you can never get through So where should I start ? How could I possibly write down about the most amazing and memorable one year of my whole existence. Sometimes I hate myself for not being able to express certain things that the tip of the pen stabbing or scribbling though paper could ever create or express.. But what I do want to make you understand is, You have given me a certain forever for which i will forever be grateful to you. People spend lifetimes trying to fill up their other halves only to end up marrying someone only for the sake of fullfillment rather than ever being able to find true love. I am thankful to whatever conspired me to be lucky enough to get married to you miss Sumaiya and have a spell-bounding happily ever after.  I will never forget the first day I’ve met you, how could I right ? You were looking so prepossessing and I couldn’t help but fall for those dark sparking eyes of yours. I might have said this a thousand times but why do you have the most mesmerizing smile I have ever seen on someone ? Do you even know how badly I fell for you ? For your smile ? For your eyes ? For yourself ?. And with time I began to fall in love with you. I didn’t fall for you because you spoke perfectly, I fell for you because you stuttered every time you were excited. ( And stuttered an awefully lot the first you ever called me ) I didn’t fall for you because you were charming, I fell for you because you’d put me before yourself; you’d always be by my side. Nor did I fall for your adoring smile, I fell for you because you’d laugh at all my jokes; regardless if they were terrible. I didn’t fall for your soft, fruity voice, I fell for the stories you’d tell of your past, the times you’d talk about me and how much you were absolutely in a state of crushing and slowly falling for me. I didn’t fall for your dark black eyes either, I fell for they way they’d look at me when I spoke about all the things I was passionate about. I didn’t fall in love you because you were perfect, I fell in love with you because you were you Sumaiya <3 When I wake up in the morning, you are the first thing I think of, and it’s not because you’re on my phone screen, it’s because how could the first thought in my head not be; ‘What on earth did I do to deserve someone like you?’ You are the most important and incredible person in my life, and I am so unbelievably excited and privileged that one day I am going to be able to call you my wife. When I think of our future I get butterflies. Amazing, happy butterflies. I think of our first apartment, and then going to viewings for our first house. I think of us going to a shelter and choosing our first dog together. I think of us trying to have children, our first test, our first sonogram. When we welcome our children into the world and how I will probably break your hand in the process of that. I think of us raising our children together and how I’ll do anything and everything I can for the family we will have created. I can’t believe I have found my one, and my one may currently live away but the fact is that I have found you and I’m never going anywhere but by your side through anything that life may throw at us. The memories we have already made and the ones we’re going to make are going to be memories I never ever want to forget. I am so in love with you, and I will always be here for you. I will always be your muffin and coffee. And with time you’ve been there to handle me during my worst. I could never repay you with either skin or bones for all that you had endured and all the words you had to swallow. No sorry in the world will ever be enough to rectify all the times I’ve hurt you so all I can ask is this. Sometimes I can be bitter Sometimes I can be mean Too often I forget that you’re The whisper in my dreamsThe compass when I’m lost And yet the staircase when I’m down Forging each fractured part of me To sonnets and to soundsThis ode is for the castles You constructed on your own A cold and empty body had More than she’d ever knownYou make a word a story You make a beat a song You are the stars I pray to That our love might just last longI’m sorry that I’m bitter; sometimes I’m beyond mean Know I love you like a dreamer Seeks the things she’s never seenEach night when your arms hold me I’m an atom missed in space; For you’re everything I offer Just without all my mistakes I always wait for my moments with you. You might sometimes argue and hate me for being so madly in love and always so desperate just to meet you but if only you knew how hard it is for me to wait for you. How much you make minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days. But don’t worry, I have and will wait for forever for you my princess  I will always wait for you to open your eyes in the morning and see the sun rises in the sky. The way the darkest of the night melts and replaces by soft pastel lights. I will always wait for your hand to move towards mine and hold it tight for the rest of our rides —for the moment when I can rest my head on your shoulder and nap for awhile. I will always wait for you to smile whenever I say something that made your heart thumps twice than normal. I will always wait for the moon to show up while we kiss under the stars. I will always wait for you to caress my hair while you say all the words that describe your feelings about me. And now I always wait for special moments in time to come before I write something about us. Something about the most precious—the most amazing thing to ever happen to me in life for which I will always have time to wait for will always be you Sumaiya.  sometimes it amazes me myself that we have gone through everything and are still stronger than ever. Is it our dire affections towards each other that has helped us tackle whatever daunting or problem that came between us ? We, always talk about the good parts of being in love that we sometimes forget to talk about all the things we needed to get through to be proudly saying , Happy anniversary. Thank you Sumaiya for never ever deciding to leave me and rather choosing to go through everything together. I can never thank you enough for being able to bear me and the horrible mess I become sometimes. Thank you for all you do and all the things you bear for me.I love you and I will always love you. No matter what happens or no matter how complicated we get. I am yours forever. <3  Lets talk about some of the most amazing things that have happened in this one year.  To our very first meet upon the beautiful lane of Dhanmondi where both of our schools stood to the first time we held hands and sat beside each other. TO the very first time I took away your glasses and ran only to make you smile. To the melancholic walks around the lake to being attacked by tiny begger kids to plotting how we both should kick them into the lake.  To the hour spend sitting on the park and remenessing about each others past and dreams and hopes to the time we held hands and looks into each other as if we were the most beautiful of Gods creation.  To the first date we spent on the mall to the first ever rickshaw ride with you.  To the first ever nervous date where you wouldn’t eat anything to the first time I kissed your sweet cheeryish lips. To the very first time our lips parted as one and we desired to each others taste.  To the first ever fight over the sillest thing where we ended up getting over it completely. To the first ever time where I got to make your birthday special by giving you a cake to lighten up your smile and a teddy to hug you and remind you of me and a friend whom you could hug whenver you  miss me or my warmth.  To the very first night where you almost broke up with me to only call me back an hour later to sob and end up making me smile to ending up staying up laughing to each others words until the very last bit of darkness was left in the sky. To our first classes together where we both learned to enjoy each others company to the countless hours to fun we had  To the first chrismas together where we made love passionately and cherishworthily To the start of the new year where we spent the whole night talking and welcoming a new special year <3  To our first valentines day where we spent laughing and making each other smile. You always ask me what love is right ? I think I finally have the answer for you.

What is love? ‘A feeling. It’s a feeling deep in your guts, a pull to a person that you’re in ‘love’ with.’ No. It’s not. That’s too simple to describe something so complicated, so intense, so special. Love is feeling that first pull towards someone you probably thought you wouldn’t like. It’s the choice of commitment to continuously make it work. It’s knowing almost everything about them without them having to show and tell. Love is remembering and noticing the tiniest details about them. The feeling of love is not having to act crazy over them to know you’re in love like crazy. Love is risking your happiness for theirs. It’s something that will save you from your depression in your darkest days. It is seeing their highest points and their lowest, seeing them snort a stupid laugh or crying against the wall, and loving them for it even more than before. BUT LOVE IS NOT ALWAYS GOING TO BE THE ONLY THING TO HEAL YOU. LOVE IS NOT GOING TO BE YOUR ONLY CURE TO YOUR BROKENNESS! You can have love multiple times, but TRUE LOVE is a PRIVILEGE, a ONCE IN A LIFETIME opportunity. IT IS BEING ABLE TO SEE STARS IN THEIR EYES BEHIND ALL OF THOSE TEARS. SEEING THE BROKENNESS AND HELPING FIX IT BEHIND THEIR MASK OF JOY AND RUDENESS. Love is something irreplaceable. When you stop loving a person, the care will never leave. You will always care about their well-being. But love is not a simple, ‘I liked him/her for a month and now I think I’m in love’ feeling, no. It’s knowing that, no matter how many times they hurt you, no matter how many trials you go through, no matter how they are or what they look like, you will ALWAYS love them.