#yeah...i redid one of my first gif sets..what about it?

[shrimpscocktail]

The Do-Over (2016) but it's a deranged romcom...the way it should've been

[backtothefanfiction]

As It Was

Summary: Javier has finally come back home, hoping his new demons from Columbia will drown out the ones he originally ran away from. Unfortunately, he’s not having much luck.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: mentions of a car accident and relative/old girlfriend death

(This is just an introductory chapter, but other chapters may include smut. All will be marked with correct warnings)

A/N: this has been sat in my drafts for a couple weeks now. I had hoped to write the whole thing and drop it in one go, but seeing as I’m back to writing my book I don’t know when I’ll come back to it and it’s too good not to share. I was going to make this a reader insert however the opportunity to use Taylor Swift songs and do perspectives from the female characters perspective labelled Taylor’s Version was too good an opportunity to pass so it is an OFC fic (I hope that’s okay). Anyway this is the first in this little mini series inspired by Harry Styles songs and I hope you enjoy. So without further ado, welcome to Javi’s House!

ONE : As It Was

Javier didn’t want to come home. He’d been running for so long he didn’t even know what home was anymore. He wasn’t a complete asshole so of course he had been back once or twice to visit his Dad; but whenever he had, he had never actually left the farm. That was unless he absolutely had to, or he was headed back to the airport to travel to wherever the DEA sent him next.

For the longest time, Javier thought his demons from everything that happened back home would forever haunt him and be his boogeyman, but after nearly 15 years working for the DEA and his countless years spent in Columbia, everything back home finally felt like the lesser of two evils. So here he was, back living on his Father’s ranch, hoping that the moment he set foot back in town, it would be easier than when he was 21.

“Ey, hijo,” Chucho said, slapping a hand on his son’s shoulder over the back of the couch, “what do you want for dinner? I’m gonna call down to Annette’s, grab something to take out tonight.”

Javier rubbed at his face as he tried to remember who Annette was and what type of restaurant she had. Annette had been a school friend of his Father’s. She’d opened up a small bar and restaurant in town back in the 60’s. They usually had local talent playing on a stage in the corner on weekends and Javier had many memories as a child of being taken there as a kid.

“That place still open?” Javier frowned slightly as he looked back at his Father to find he had stepped away to potter in the open plan kitchen on the far side of the house, getting himself a scrap of paper and pen to note down the order ready to call.

“Yeah,” Chucho sighed as he made his way back over to Javi, a slightly pained expression on his face that he attempted to hide. His father’s health had been yet another reason why Javier had come home. He knew his Father was stubborn. They’d spoken multiple times over the years about either hiring some help or his Father selling up and retiring properly; but the ranch had been his parent’s dream and he knew his father would never give it up before he completely ran himself into the ground first. “You know,” Chucho added, “they did it up last year, looks really nice. Annette’s aunt died and left her some money, so they spent it on doing the place up. Looks real modern and nice. They redid the stage and everything.”

“Nice.” Javier nodded nonchalantly as he turned his head back towards the TV and the evening news. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to step out of his old life completely. And every time he saw the boats on the river at the back of his Father’s property, it only made things worse.

“I’m gonna order the ribs.” Chucho said to himself proudly, as if he was getting himself a real treat, as he flicked through a leaflet in his hands. Annette’s place was more of a cafe by day, bar and restaurant by evening; and although she had long stopped doing take out food in the evening, she always made an exception for Chucho. “What about you, Javi?”

“Huh?” Javier said, struggling to pull himself away from the TV, “Ribs? Yeah, sounds good.”

“Eh, son,” Chucho sighed, looking from Javier to the TV, “you should really stop watching that crap. Your life is here now-”

“I know, but-”

“But- nothing.” Chucho said, reaching for the remote and turning the TV off. “Aye, Javi,” he sighed again, feeling pity for his son. He knew things hadn’t been easy for him over the years; losing his mother, the accident, his life fighting that mad man Escobar- he just wished his son still believed that he could have peace and a happy life- like he did- but Chucho knew better. He knew how much his wife’s death had affected the way he had raised his son alone. His own demons bleeding through, teaching Javi to hold on, instead of letting go.

“Why don’t you go into town to pick it up.” Chucho suggested, “See how different things are there for yourself. You’ll soon see things aren’t the same as they once was.”

Javier was reluctant, but in the end agreed. After all, he had chosen to come back and live here for good now. He couldn’t just hide away anymore.

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The last time Javier had gone into town, it had still looked like it had in his youth. Paint chipped murals on the side of buildings. Flaking paint around the edges of shop windows. Certain shops, long boarded up, others more recently shut for good. But a recent benefactor had invested a lot of money into doing the place up. New trendy shops and cafes lined the street, scattered amongst the old familiar traders such as the butcher’s and the fishmongers- there was even an arcade now for the local kids. As Javier pulled into a spot at the side of the road, just a little ways up from Annette’s, he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on a particular hair salon across the road.

The last time he had seen it, it had still been boarded up, remnants of the smashed headlights and brick, still scattered amongst the broken glass of the shop window from where the car had spun out of control and driven straight into it.

The memory burned through him, the sound of the car horn from how her body had slumped against the steering wheel, suddenly echoed in the back of his mind. He closed his eyes and forced the memory to go away, attempting to replace it with the memories of more recent horrors. ‘It’ll get better he told himself’, as he composed himself once more, shaking off all of the memories and climbing from the cab of his truck. He can still feel the memory haunting and calling for him to look back, but the sounds of the crowd and music down the road at Annette’s called louder- along with a need for Annette’s famous ribs in Jack Daniel’s BBQ sauce.

As he steps closer, he sees what his Father meant. Annette really has done the place up. The old windows now fold open, people spilling out onto tables under a veranda on the street. Quirky halogen bulb string lights go back and forth in lines, both inside and outside. All of the old tables and chairs have been replaced, making way for new freshly sanded pine tables and benches with metal legs and where the old stage used to be a small thing tucked in the corner, it now spans most of the right wall inside. The bar itself didn't look too much different, the stools were the same old beer bottle top inspired seats, but all the taps looked new, including a couple extras for some local craft beers.

The place was heaving, people chatting loudly over background music from the jukebox whilst a few members of a band began setting themselves up on stage. Javier checked his watch- five minutes to seven- the live music on the weekends always started at seven, nice to know some things hadn’t changed.

“Hi, can I help.” A cheerful young voice said from behind the bar, drawing Javier’s attention away from the stage and back to the task at hand.

“Uh, yeah,” he said to the blonde who couldn’t be that much older than 21 herself, “I’m picking up an order for Chucho.” he shouted back across to her.

“Oh you must be Javi,” she smiled, “Annette said you’d be stopping by, she said you’d just gotten back from Columbia.”

“Uh, yeah.” Javier gave her a polite but small smile that told her he didn’t really want to talk about it.

She hesitated a second, not sure how to respond, “Uh, I’ll just go back and check on the food for you.” she quickly said uncomfortably, as she began to make her way out through a door on the far right side of the bar.

Javier rubbed at his face and sighed. He felt bad for making her uncomfortable, she was only doing her job, but he had always found small talk arbitrary.

A sudden tap, tap, tapping on a microphone burst through the speakers and Javier found himself turning, along with the rest of the patrons of Annette’s, towards the stage where a guy- not too younger than Javier- now stood center stage, ready to announce the band.

“How we all doing tonight?” the man cried and the crowd, scattered around the bar, began to hoot and holler and whistle. “I’m glad to hear it!!!” he replied and the crowd began to settle a little. “Now, although we all know you love coming out for Annette’s signature sauce, we know you come out on a Friday for these guys even more!” He said, and the crowd began to holler again, as a young brunette climbed up onto the stage behind him, nodding and smiling to her bandmates, as the guy from Annette’s continued to introduce them. “So without further ado, their your favorites and ours, give it up, for BlueBirds on a Wireeeeee!!”

The lights went down and a couple of spotlights switched on, illuminating the stage and when the young woman who fronted the group stepped forward, Javier was sure he was looking at a ghost. “Good evening everyone, we’re so happy to be back here at Annette’s to entertain ya’ll this evening,” she beamed and the crowd roared as the band began to play the intro to a Dolly Parton country classic, “ To get everybody going we thought we’d start with a good ol’ country sing-a-long!” she continued to encourage the crowd. “Are you ready?!” The crowd cheered back- before they all began to sing Jolene.

Javier couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She looked and sounded just like- the sound of the door behind the bar swinging open and closed behind him, broke Javier from his thoughts. “Here you go. Two portions of ribs with extra chips and onion rings.” the young blond said, placing a white plastic bag on top of the bar.

Caught off guard, Javier quickly scrambled around in the pocket of his jeans for his wallet. “Uh, how much is it?” he asked loudly over the band and the singing crowd.

“Don’t worry about it.” the blond said back, “Annette says she owes Chucho anyway.”

“Oh, okay.” Javier said, reaching to grab the handles of the carrier bag, as the singing of the crowd grew louder.

‘Jolene, Jolene, JOLENE, JOLEEENNEE, I’M BEGGING OF YOU PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY MAN!”

“Wow,” Javi said, looking from the crowd, back to the young woman behind the counter, “is it always like this?”

She smiles, “When the Bluebird’s play? Yes!” she shouted back over the noise, before she went back to wiping the bar top and unloading glasses from the washer.

Javier knew he should leave, get the food back home to his Dad before it went cold, but he couldn’t seem to pull himself away. Whether it was the comradery of the crowd, a sense of family and belonging he hadn’t felt in a long time, or the memory that currently stood before him on the stage he wasn’t sure.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause, causing the brunette on stage to take a small bow, before she gave a small wave to a couple regulars who sat near the front of the stage.

When the crowd finally died down, she brought the microphone back up to her lips. “Now, as you all know, it’s been 20 years now since I lost my older sister, not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. So, if it’s alright with you, for our next song, I’d like to sing an original piece we’ve written in her memory called ‘Summer’, is that alright with you?” she cried into the crowd and they all clapped and whistled in support.

Smiling, if not a little teary eyed from the support, the young brunette stepped back from the microphone to where the guitarist of the band held out an acoustic guitar for her, that she slipped over her head. She gave him a small smile and a nod before she stepped back up to the microphone stand again and the crowd gave another cheer of support. She cleared her throat, strummed a G chord once, as if to ready herself, then she began to play.

The summer breeze, reminds me of how things used to be,

Holding hands and climbing trees, mhmmm,

You showed me how and helped me get back on my feet,

When I would fall and scrape my knees, mhmm,

Drinking grape sodas we would laugh in the back of the car,

The windows down we would sing, though we never went far, oh’

As the chorus kicked in, so did the rest of the band.

In the stars I will see you on those summer nights,

Running through the park chasing neon lights,

Laughing in the dark and those weekend fights,

Being with you all day and all night

Kissing in the dark like I couldn’t see

Showing how to love and setting me free

Summer you’ll be standing right next to me

Forever, forever for the world to see.

As the brunette sang, her lyrics triggered memory after memory- until it all fell into place. Him, Summer and her younger sister Taylor, running around in the park chasing fireflies. Summer’s favorite drink he used to buy for her before he went to pick her up. Sneaking kisses when she thought her younger sister wasn’t looking. Her late night calls after she had put her younger sister to bed so she could talk about her parent’s arguing. That’s why he had felt like he’d seen a ghost when she had stepped on stage. Taylor had grown into the spitting image of her sister, singing songs and keeping her memory alive for many more years to come.

[honey-dew-woo]

Request/Idea!

Bradley ”Rooster” Bradshaw x reader fic w/ the reader being Y/F/N ”Baby Ice” Kazansky. She’s Ice Man’s daughter, also a TOP GUN grad. Tension with Maverick cause he’s like her uncle, Penny is close with her like her Aunt, and she graduated with Hangman so they’re besties, which Rooster hates. i would write it myself, but I don’t have time :(

By The Beach Side

At first I was like I don't know how I feel about writing this, but now I'm so down. I didn't like the call sign of Baby Ice just bc I kept signing ice ice baby to myself, so I redid the call sign, don't worry it's still a nod towards Iceman. Also this request made me want to start a Rooster x Iceman's Daughter series 🌚

Masterlist

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"Y/N Kazansky. And here I thought the bar couldn't fill with anymore hot-shot pilots." Penny's voice rang out as I walked through the Hard Deck's doors. 

"Well, they needed the best of the best." I smirked, winking at her before laughing out. I rounded the bar, her meeting me at the exit in a hug. "It's good to see you Aunt Penny." 

"You too, kiddo." She  pulled out of the hug, holding my shoulders at an arm's length, as she examined my face, tucking my hair behind my ear as I could only return her warm grin. "Now go have some fun." She spoke, patting my shoulder and returning to her bartending duties.   

I smirked to myself before walking over to the pool table. "Wow. And here I thought we were special." Hangman spoke, grinning at me from across the pool table, cue stick in hand.

I could only smirk back. "Don't worry. Could always use a second place." I raised both my eyebrows, running my tongue underneath my top row of teeth before biting them together to chew the spearmint gum that rested in my mouth.

"So that's what you're here for?" He mocked smiling as I huffed, rolling my eyes before picking up cue stick of my own, joining the game with my old friend. 

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"Who's that?" Phoenix nodded from where she stood at the bar with Payback, Bob, and Rooster.

Bradley stiffened, recognizing the girl as she teased Hangman with ease. "Y/N Kazansky. Admiral Kazansky's daughter." He nodded, grateful for his eyes hiding behind his aviators. The two hadn't spoken since Maverick had pulled his papers from the Naval Academy. Bradley paused, watching the girl hit the cue ball and sink her target in the intended pocket. "Callsign: Blizzard. It's cause she flies exactly like her dad. Ice cold." He finished, taking a sip of his beer.

Phoenix could only smirk as she admired the girl who defeated the cocky blond pilot in his own game of pool. "Was she the one who graduated first in Hangman's class?" Bob spoke, shifting his gaze from the two pilots across the bar to Rooster.

 "Yes."

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I glanced over to the bar, seeing Rooster hanging with some other pilots of which I've never met, "Did he play Great Balls of Fire yet?" I asked Hangman, turning to my best friend and former wingman.

"Yeah." He spoke, chalking his pool stick, not even bothering to look at me. I set down my pool stick across the table, causing Coyote and Payback to both offer looks of confusion. I smirked at the two, "What I can't catch up?" I winked, smirking before turning and walking to the bar.

I pulled the aviators off of the color of my shirt, placing them on my face coolly before walking up the bar. "Heya, Bradshaw." I spoke, walking up with a genuine smile on my face. He returned it with ease, quirking an eyebrow. 

"What are you doing here Kazansky?" He questioned, watching me as I smiled at him, reaching across the gap between us to grab a beer that Penny slid a little too short.

"Oh ya know, catching up with old friends, getting recalled to Top Gun, same old same old." I tipped the beer towards him along with a nod before moving my head to look at the pilots next to Phoenix, who watched the two of us observantly.

"Who're your friends?" I smiled, glancing between the other female pilot and Rooster.

"This is Phoenix, Payback, and Bob. Guys this is-"

"I'm Blizzard." I smiled, putting my hand out to shake Phoenix's. She smiled at me, taking my hand without hesitation.

"Phoenix, well he just said that." She smiled, jokingly.

I nodded, placing my aviators on my collar before glancing around the bar, a confident smirk just resting on my face. "Must be some hell of a mission if they called all of us in." I remarked, glancing at the other pilots as I placed my hands in my jean pockets. "Especially this idiot." I remarked, still smirking as I felt Hangman place is arm around me.

I sighed, staring at the man next to me as he looked at me and then at Rooster. "Well Bradshaw, hope this one didn't ruffle your feathers too much." He smiled, cockily. I rolled my eyes at the pun, taking his arm off of from around me. He gave me a mock look of hurt before raising his hand for a beer from Penny.

"If everyone here is the best of the best, then who the hell are they gonna get to teach us?" Phoenix asked, not looking at anyone specifically.

"Well, that's an easy question. The real question is which one of you has the balls to follow me lead?" Hangman asked, causing most of us to scoff or roll our eyes.

I took no time in responding, "That's why you came second in the academy, right?" I smiled up at him sweetly, blinking my eyes, as he shut up. Payback burst out laughing, Phoenix along with him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Bradley smiling into his beer.

"Well, I think my work here at this reunion is done. I'm gonna head out, have a nice night." I smiled, as they all gave me a farewell. I walked towards the back exit, opting to watch the midnight waves crash on the shore. 

I closed my eyes as I breathed in the salty air, wind from the waves hitting my face and pushing my hair back as I leaned against the railing of the Hard Deck's patio. I watched as the waves hit the shore before returning out to sea just to do the same.

I opened my eyes as I felt someone stand next to me, leaning against the railing next to me. Yet, I didn't need to look over to see who it was. "How do you handle it?" I asked, moving my eyes from the ocean and looking down. 

"Handle what?" I heard Bradley ask, as I could see him out of the corner of my eye turn to me with a confused face.

I swallowed before answer, looking up from the floor beneath me and back to the ocean before me. "Your dad." I whispered, staring out at the water. "How do you live, without him?" I could barely let out, my voice cracking as I frowned, feeling small tears prick at my eyes.

I turned to Bradley, wiping my eyes as I looked at him. His face held sympathy, and hurt as he opened his mouth to speak. "He's sick again?" He asked, this time turning his whole body towards me as one of his arms lingered on the railing.

Biting back my frown, I could only manage to nod, glancing down at the floor beneath us, taking a breath to steady myself before looking back to Bradley. He sighed out, opening his arms for a hug in which I immediately took his offer on. His arms wrapped around my waist, resting on my hipline on my back as I hugged upwards, my hands resting on the midst of his shoulder blades. 

I felt safe in his arms, as if the world around me got a little bit lighter while his arms were wrapped around me. So, I just let it go, crying into his chest as he ran his hands through my hair, just letting me get it out.

The bell on the door from the bar rang out, as, unbeknownst to me, Hangman was walking outside I felt Bradley shake his head at the blonde pilot, who could only offer a small nod in return, along with a sad smile before walking back inside.

I pulled out of hug, recomposing myself as I wiped my eyes before looking back at Rooster, who could only stand before me with a small, sympathetic smile on his face. "Thank you." I murmured, looking up at him.

"Of course." He responded, without hesitance as he stared down at me. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyway that the ice cold pilot Blizzard's gone soft either." He winked at me, smiling in attempts to lighten up the mood.

This caused me to laugh, a sudden stroke of confidence coursing through my veins as I stepped closer to him. I smiled up at my former childhood bestfriend, and threw my arms over his shoulders as I stood on my tip toes, placing my face close to his. "I've gone soft?" I asked, glancing at his soft lips before returning my gaze to his eyes, a smirk evident on my face as I cocked my brow.

His smirk countered mine as he raised both of his brows before responding. He nodded, looking off at the ocean before staring back at me with nothing but confidence on his face. "Yeah, I uh, I think so." He responded, placing his hands on my waist.

This move could only cause the both of us to somehow get closer, the both of us leaning in for a kiss. It felt like a natural second hand, and it felt like forever until I pulled away. "Well, alright then."

[lizbotw]

“hold on, stop, you’re doing it all wrong.”

the brush paused midway in your grip, black nail polish blotting a dark moon on your nail. sukuna pulled a chair up to your desk, abandoning the pile of papers he’d been steadily working through on the bed. you let him take the bottle from you with a muted clink of glass, staring at him uncertainly. “ryo? what-”

“where is your base coat?”

“base...” you thought for a moment. “well i...”—he was already gently tugging your hand over to his side of the table. you let it happen, duly noting how warm his palms were—“just didn’t feel like doing one this time. i don’t-”

“you always need one. don’t you want it to last?” you absentmindedly tilted forward when he leaned to press a kiss to your cheek, chastising you. “what am i going to do with you?” a brush of lips against your temple followed the sentiment and he murmured the words into the skin, smirk carving its place there, “it’s like you’re helpless without me.”

his breath was warm and gentle, vibrations tickling. you sighed, almost getting so caught up in the feeling you forgot to reply—his words sunk in and in a instant you shoved him away, trying not to smile. “oh, shut up.”

sukuna chuckled, a low, deep sound, and bent to rummage in the bottom drawer of the desk where he knew you kept your nail polish collection.

“oh, no, babe. come on, you don’t have to—” you tried to stop him, laying a hand on his arm, but he shook you off, producing from the sea of bottles a clear one in triumph.

he set about unscrewing the top, continuing to wave off your attempts at intervention. “i want to. going to lose my fucking mind if you start complaining about it chipping again.” satisfied with wiping off the excess polish on the brush, sukuna finally poised it right above your nail. “hold still now.” he added, quite threateningly, mischievous glint in his eyes, “or else.”

you did as you were told, enjoying how he fell into a rhythm of careful strokes. “that was one time.”—sukuna glanced up at you incredulously, memories of past weeks of your complaining coming to mind.—“okay, maybe a few times...,” you corrected yourself in a mumble. not your fault the stupid polish never stayed on at the corners.

there was a few minutes of comfortable silence as he worked. once he finished the first layer—“let it dry or i swear-” (you rolled your eyes when he said that)��next it was the black nail polish you’d originally been trying to apply until you’d been so rudely interrupted. the process was similar to before, sukuna fully focused because he’d be damned if he was about to be told he was bad at this, and you finding it funny how his tongue would occasionally poke out the side of his mouth when he struggled.

pretty, wispy strands of hair fell onto his forehead—with your free hand you brushed them back carefully, trying not to disturb him. you let your touch linger for a moment, carding through the locks. “you look nice like this.”

sukuna smirked, not looking up. “yeah?”

you hummed, distracted by how soft his hair was. “yeah.” the skim of fingertips over the back of your hand still on the table as he held you in place tickled. “you should do things for me more often.”

sukuna sat back for a moment, reaching for a tissue to blot out a smudge, and tilted his head at you. “do you want me to?”

“maybe.”

mystified, he picked back up the brush, eyes cast onto his work once again. “you know i’ll do it if you want.”

you smiled to yourself, choosing to stare off to the side. “yeah, i know.”

after a few layers of the color under sukuna’s expertise, the top coat came.

(“this step is extra important—in case you didn’t know,” sukuna told you pointedly, playfully. you couldn’t stand him sometimes.

“god, shut up.”)

the final step was over before you could complain about your limbs being stiff from sitting in one spot for so long. glossy black nails glimmered as you inspected them in the sunlight—perfect and smooth. you were almost disappointed there was nothing to complain about to get under sukuna’s skin.

“look, now we match.” sukuna flashed his own hands, signature dark colors painted precisely on each finger from when he’d redid them yesterday. “feel honored.”

oh, this was fun. time to knock him down a peg, you decided—you grimaced. “ew. who said i wanted to match with you?”

the same dark-toned fingers were wrapped around your chin in an instant, firm in their grasp. sukuna leaned close, lips curled and teeth peeking out—a few strands of the hair you’d tucked back had come undone again, splayed across his forehead, and you resisted the urge to push them back. “careful.” (what a meaningless warning—he knew you never filtered your words, especially when it came to him.)

instead of taking heed, you smiled, tipping forward to brush your nose against his. “what are you doing?” you asked with the tone of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

sukuna matched your grin, letting his gaze drop down to your lips when he teased, “don’t i deserve a reward for all my hard work?” the fan of his breath was warm, familiar. this felt just like every other time, didn’t it?

you bit back the desire to close the gap yourself—you would not lose. “i guess you did an okay job.”

sukuna scoffed and, deciding he was above vying for your praise, kissed you instead.

[experimentkc]

HAPPY EXPERIMENT APPRECIATION DAY! 👽🌺

You guys didn’t think I would forget the day I started last year, did you? Anyway...

Day two of Stitch Week is that weird “off-day” in the yearly celebration of Lilo & Stitch, so once again, let’s celebrate Stitch’s many unique cousins that helped build up such his big ‘ohana!

No by-series organization this year. Instead, I’ll be sharing just any fan art made of the experiments other than the Mid Six-Twos, X-627, and Leroy in the past year.

My original 2020 post where I established Experiment Appreciation Day can be found over here.

Experiment Doodles of Holio, Splodyhead, and Nosy by Messsiart (DeviantArt) – I’m RED-y for experiments! Are you? 👨

Anime Brats by @doverstar (DeviantArt) – “Yeah, we’re from that anime series! And we don’t care about your opinions ‘cause we’re better than those other experiments!”

Experiment 502 (Yang) by Shido-Tara (DeviantArt) – Hot! This artist also did drawings of a few more experiments. Check them out in his DA gallery!

two aliens one cloak by KajaBuuBuu (Newgrounds) – This is... odd. Let me check the description. “A request from /co/, the grandcouncil alien and clyde from lilo&stitch together, while she wraps him with her suit's cloak cape thingy” Huh. Well, at least I got the Grand Councilwoman in one of these Stitch Week posts.

221 Sparky by @antanariva (DeviantArt) – Sparky is such a showoff!

Doodles of Sample, Zap, and Belle by @auntielurry (Twitter) – If I’m reading the Google translation of their tweet correctly, these were the original sketches they did of the three for the Lilo & Stitch art mob last year before the deadline was extended to July, which angered them to point where they redid their drawings to the more sinister-looking drawings of them for the final version.

Talks With Hammer by @salty-nebula / @salt-comet (DeviantArt) – We didn’t get nearly enough of Nani getting along with the other experiments.

My top 4 favourite experiments by @heather0feather​ (Tumblr) – So you like either loud experiments or experiments with mischievous grins. 📣😁

Slugger by @crees-a (VK) – Batter up! ⚾

Bopping Experiments 2 by @angoraram (DeviantArt) – Finally, here’s some boppin’ experiments to move you through the day. (See also the first set of these with the more recognizable experiments.)

So what are your favorite experiments (at least, besides Stitch, Angel, and/or Reuben)? Show your appreciation for these cute and fluffy artificial aliens!

[inessencedevided]

(You can find the set that this gif belongs to here 💙)

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I was tagged by @aheartfullofjolllly. thank you so much Pat! it was really fun to reflect about my own process 💗 You can find her post here and @lan-xichens' post that started it all here :)

Also thank you @huigusu 🥰 (who tagged me for my nie brothers set) I'll get to that one in a few days!

Now Pat gave me two sets to chose from to show my process, so obviously I chose the more complicated one :P

I only work in Photoshop CC 2018. I know that there are programs out there for easier cutting and sharpening but I have only just figured out how to do that in PS and I am too lazy to figure out any other programs right now xD

1. Idea and Planning

This set, like most of my sets with lyrics started with me reading the poem, clutching my heart and going "oh shit this fits my favourite characters!!". The idea actually started with me thinking that the first stanza of the poem would go really well with wwx during the burial mounds arc. Then I realized that the last stanza fits lwj better than him and from there came the idea to contrast the both of them next to each other. This is when I realized I wanted to do a dark-light contrast set, though I did not know that I would go with red and blue at that time. My idea in the beginning was just to do a black and white set

I was really impressed by how Pat said that she plans her sets around exact timestamps. Because I don't do that at all ^^ I just get ideas for which scenes would fit (in this case the wwx burial mounds scenes and lwj's kneeling and punishments scene) and then I watch the scenes to narrow them down.

Back when I made this set, I still used a screenrecorder (AceThinker Screen Grabber Pro to be precise. They have a test version that allows you to record up to 3 minutes) and recorded the scenes I needed from Netflix. This worked well enough but now I have the entire show saved on an external drive and it makes a world of difference when it comes to gif sharpness

Now, in this case I had to repeat this step once because when I was almost finished, I realized that I wanted a gif for the lwj corner but let's pretend I didn't do that and that's the way this gif was always going to look because otherwise this post will be way too long ^^

2. Creation

Short disclaimer: The creation process for this gifset was anything but linear. Multiple effects I used here were things I had never tried before. I just had a vague idea and tried to realize it through trial and error. So whenever I say "then I did xyz", it is implied that I ultimately went back to that step several times and changed stuff ^^

I started with the Wei Wuxian part of the gif. I usually use a frame rate of 0,06 (with some variation depending on gif length and size). I work in timeline so I converted all the layers to a smart layer. Then I resized the gif into a square, leaving big chunks of the gif empty (as can be seen below.) I flipped the gif horizontally, so he is looking inwards. This was simple because I felt it fitted the composition better. Then I imported the Lan Wangji part of the gif, again with a frame rate of 0,06. (Image 2)

After that I created a layer for masking in a separate PS document by rotating a square until it was point down (is that a rhombus?). I sized it to match my gif (540x540 pxl) and copied it over. (Image 3) a bit of masking magic and ta da! There's the basic layout (Image 4)

I put a layer of solid black behind wwx to get rid of the transparent bits (Image 5) and then started adding more white and black to both sides by adding solid whit and black layers that i put masks on and changed the opacity as i needed (Image 6)

("reading" direction: from the upper left to the lower right corner)

Then I fiddled with the colours a bit. The first thing I always do is using the curves layer to get more contrast. Then I use the colour balance tool and the selective colouring tool to get rid of that cql-typical cyan tint after that it's just trying to have it look "natural" while the colours still fit the overall scheme. This was difficult here because wei Wuxian’s side of the gif was very dark and when i turned up the saturation to see which colour dominated it was a very weird mixture of multiple colours. That's when i decided that I'd just go with red on his side, since lwj's side was already so blue and those to look great as contrasts.

After that just came a lot of fiddling with selective colour layers and brightness and contrast unti I has happy. There really wasn't much to it ^^. (Image 1)

After that I added the text. I knew I wanted the two lines to for a square of some kind. So I tried different fonds until I arrived at the one below. The two lines are in seperate layers so I could move them around and change the spacing between the letters until I was happy with the layout. I also changed the layer mode for the text to "difference" (is that what it's called in english? my PS is set to german sorry ^^), keeping their colour white. (Image 2)

I originally hadn't planned adding anything else but I felt like the gifs (plural because I switched between the gifs of this set) was still kind of empty and lacking, so I added the tear down the middle (a tutorial for that is either coming up later or already posted. I recently got an ask for this :)) (Image 3)

It still felt empty after that, so I tried different overlays. Okay no, first I wasted a lot of time on different free image sides but then I tried out different ones until I chose the one you can see in the finished gif. I liked that one because a) I felt the round shape was a nice contrast to all the straight lines already there and b) because once I applied a black and white filter to it and switched the layer setting to "difference" (again, i hope this is the correct translation) it looked a bit like a moon. (Gif at the top)

("reading" direction: from left to right)

And that's it! :)

Although in general, these gifs took so much fiddling! I went back and forth between them a lot and sometimes almost redid the entire thing because I had no idea what I was doing in the beginning and by the time I noticed an error, the only way to fix it was ti redo everything. So yeah, this set definitely is the the one that took me the longest out of all the ones I've posted so far.

3. Posting

I save all my gifs to my drafts first to see what they look like put together and to check if they look any different on mobile. Usually i do this several times and change stuff until I'm happd enough with it to hit post. Once i am happy enough, i can't hold back. Doesn't matter if it's at a time when nobody is online, i hit post 😅

And that's it!

Tagging:

@lanwuxiann for this gifset (I adore it so much. I've looked at it and read it severat times since you posted it and the poem just kills me every time!)

@suibianjie for this gifset (The combination of static images and gifs in your gifs is always absolutely perfect! This one is only my favourite of yours because the light coming from behind wwx is just so pretty!!! ^^)

@sweetlittlevampire for this piece (It was soooo hard to pick a piece of yours because I have so many favourites! But this one is just so out if this world, I want to know how you worked that magic :D)

@wei-gege for this set (sparkling shijie! 😭 that set is so incredibly beautiful! I love how you matched the colour of the overlay with her dress!)

@purplexedhuman for this set (your gifs are always incredible! I chise this one because it showcases both your colouring skills and some really intricate effects)

If any of you have already been tagged or don't have the time or energy for this, obviously no pressure to do this at all! 🥰

(btw, I originally tried to place the actual text of this under a "read more" cut but somehow it always messed with the order of the images, so this ended up as a rather long post. sorry!)

[helloalycia]

alex WILL kick my arse // supergirl

summary: you learn that being supergirl's doctor came with its challenges

warning/s: none.

author's note: i’m lowkey posting a bunch of stuff that i posted on my wattpad a while ago lol

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I was sat in the medical unit of the DEO, reading through some medical reports from the past few months. I had just transferred from the DEO's desert facility, where I was one of the doctors there to help with any of the agents' injuries. After a long time there, I decided to transfer here when there was an opening for the lead doctor.

I thought it would be best to settle in by having a look at what severe cases had been dealt with recently. It was usually the same stuff – agents injured on field missions. Bullet wounds, broken bones, sprained muscles, thankfully nothing too severe. There hadn't been many major alien attacks which meant less risky field operations.

I was pulled from the reports when the red alarm light began to flash for a few seconds, accompanied by a siren, before turning off.

"Agent Y/L/N, Supergirl is incoming with J'onn," my radio went off – it was Director Danvers. "She's had a solar flare and got a gunshot wound."

I recalled what a solar flare was from research I'd done in Supergirl's medical records. That was something I prioritised when coming here, since we didn't have Supergirl at the other facility.

"I'm prepping a bed and equipment now," I replied through the radio, before hurrying to do that. J'onn could literally fly, he'd be here any minute.

With the help of some nurses who were around, I prepped a bed and had the solar energy panels on standby for when/if her powers came back sooner than we thought. I had the tools ready to bandage up her gunshot wound temporarily when both heroes appeared beside me.

J'onn was stood there, holding Supergirl bridal style and lowering her onto the bed.

"Still getting used to that," I mumbled, surprised at how he just sped in here.

"I said I'm– agh, I'm fine," Supergirl complained, clutching her bloody wound and trying to sit up. "My powers will come back."

I stepped by her bedside and pushed her back down gently, moving closer to inspect her wound. "Please stay still for a second."

"Listen to the doctor," J'onn teased to lighten the mood.

Supergirl rolled her eyes and stayed still. I removed her hand and noticed it was covered in blood.

"Can somebody come clean this up?" I called out to one of the nurses, motioning to her hand.

One of the nurses did as I asked as I took a look at her wound. The bullet was still in there by the looks of it.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to overwork yourself?!" Director Danvers' voice called out as she walked in.

She was glaring at Supergirl, though the worry in her eyes was evident as she took in the hero's appearance.

"It's barely a scratch, Alex, it'll heal," Supergirl said dismissively, but as I cleaned up the blood with a cloth, I saw her clench her jaw a little.

"You need to be careful, you're not indestructible," Alex reminded her, before looking to J'onn. "Can you believe her?"

J'onn chuckled. "I'll leave you both to it. I should get back." He glanced at me. "Good luck."

I nodded his way, offering a small smile as he walked away.

"As fun as it is watching you both glare at each other, I do need to remove the bullet," I spoke up, interrupting both girls' staring contest.

"Go for it," Supergirl said, her eyes meeting mine.

"With anaesthetic," Alex added, shooting another glare towards the blonde.

"I don't need anaesthetic," Supergirl countered with an eye-roll and scoff.

"You're human for the time being, remember?" Alex reminded her before looking to me. "Anaesthetic, please."

I bit my lower lip as they erupted into another argument about how I should proceed. I didn't know either of them well enough to cut in, so I stood there awkwardly, trying to stop the blood loss and planning out how I could temporarily bandage her up so it could heal itself when she gets her powers back.

"I have to go," Alex finally said, pulling me back into reality. "I have to check on the bank robbery." She didn't seem too happy leaving Supergirl here, but she gave her a knowing look before looking to me. "Please make sure she stays put?"

"You got it, Director," I said with a playful salute. How hard could it be to keep her here?

Alex gave Supergirl one last warning look before leaving us be. I looked to the blonde who was finally breathing out, letting her guard down a little now that it was just us.

"The anaesthetic will make it bearable, just so I can remove the bullet," I spoke, causing her to open her eyes and look at me. "I'm just gonna bandage you up temporarily and you'll heal yourself when you get your powers back. Shouldn't be more than a few days, according to your medical history."

She swallowed hard before shaking her head. "I've been through much worse. It's okay. Just remove it and bandage me up. The sooner I'm out of here, the better."

I was ready to argue, but she gave me a convincing look and I couldn't help but give in.

"Fine, but you stay here and rest," I reasoned, to which she gave me a small, cute smile.

I got to work and surprisingly, she managed. It went well and I managed to bandage her up quite quickly, though it did mean I had to cut into her suit a little. Better safe than sorry though.

"Okay, you're all done," I said, patting her arm supportively, before packing away the gauze. "I'm gonna go get you some water and then you should take it easy, stay here maybe until you get your powers back. That alright?"

She gave me a thumbs up and a promising smile. "You got it, doc."

I was fairly confident that she would listen to me, since she seemed polite and was a trooper throughout the whole thing. However, I soon realised how naive I had been when I returned and her bed was empty.

I facepalmed and shook my head, realising she'd definitely played along the whole time.

The first thing I did was look around the DEO, asking around if anyone had seen Supergirl. I eventually followed the commotion coming from the main hall and spotted both Supergirl and Director Danvers having an argument.

"...stay and rest! You can't keep ignoring simple instructions, Kara!" Alex shouted around her.

Supergirl rolled her eyes and continued to look at the tablet in her hand. I approached the two and cleared my throat loudly to get the blonde's attention.

When she noticed me, she gave me a sheepish smile. "Doctor Y/L/N. Heeeeeeey."

"One job, literally," Alex mumbled, giving me a knowing look, before storming off.

I breathed out and glared at Supergirl. "Are you serious? I asked you to stay put!"

She straightened up and spread her arms out for emphasis. "But I'm fine! See? Nothing hurts, I'm walking, it's all good! Job well done, I must say. You're new, right? Well, I know why you got the job!"

She avoided my glare as she walked around me to get to the other side of the desk.

"You've heard of the term 'first impressions count', haven't you?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow.

She gave me a knowing look. "C'mon. You can't hate me for this."

I sighed. "I've got work to do. Call me if you tear your stitches."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I turned around and began to leave.

"I'm not gonna tear them!" I heard her call out from behind me, but I didn't care. I wasn't her parent, she could do what she wanted.

I wish I'd known I was dealing with a stubborn Super before accepting this job though.

–

"What a surprise," I said sarcastically.

A few hours later, I'd been called into one of the medical rooms because apparently, Supergirl had collapsed from blood loss and tore her stitches. Shocker.

"Is she going to be okay?" Alex asked as I got to work for the second time that day.

"Yeah, if she decides to listen to me this time," I said, sighing. "Is she always this stubborn?"

Alex clenched her jaw. "Unfortunately, yes... you think you can keep her here next time?"

"I'll give it my best shot," I promised her. "I'll call you when she's up?"

Alex nodded, patting me on the shoulder. "Thanks."

She left me to do my thing and this time I did things my way, the right way, with anaesthetic and IV fluid. I managed to sort out Supergirl's mess before going back to my office to fill out some more paperwork.

Some time passed when I found myself going back to check on Supergirl and see if she was awake. I was cleaning up a little around her side table when I heard her stir awake. She seemed confused at first, as she looked around and saw the tube coming from her arm. Eventually, realisation set in and she sank into her pillow.

I decided to stay quiet as I finished up, about to leave, but she stopped me.

"Wait," she called out. I paused as she continued, "I'm sorry."

I turned around and waited, watching as, unlike before, she wasn't joking or being unserious.

"I should have stayed put before. And listened to you. I didn't mean to offend you or come across as rude," she continued genuinely.

I crossed my arms and straightened up. "Well, Supergirl–"

"Kara," she interrupted. "It's Kara."

I nodded. "Okay, Kara. Yes, you probably should have listened. I redid your stitches and I'm asking you to stay put again. You're human for now and you need to act like one."

"You're right," she agreed, breathing out. "Sorry."

I realised that she seemed to mean it and at the end of the day, I was her doctor, so I couldn't hold a grudge. Instead, I went to her bedside and checked her monitors to see how she was doing.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, glancing at her.

"Tired. Achey. But better than before."

"That'll be the meds kicking in," I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "I did have to get in there twice."

Her cheeks went pink as she smiled with embarrassment. "I'm not used to being so..."

"Fragile?" I finished for her.

"Exactly," she said, nodding. "I'm not used to it and staying put isn't exactly my forte."

"I could tell," I joked, making her laugh a little. She had a nice laugh.

"About that first impressions thing..." she began, blue eyes holding mine nervously.

"It's nice to meet you for the first time, Kara," I said, holding out my hand. "I'm Y/N. Your doctor."

She cracked a smile, realising what I was doing. She shook my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, too, Y/N."

"Okay, I should go and get Alex," I said, backing up to leave. "Now please don't leave because Alex will kick my arse if you're not here when she comes back."

She laughed again. "I promise I'll be here when you return."

"Fingers crossed you're not playing me again," I mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

Her laughter seemed to follow me out the room, leaving me smiling to myself.

[chaoticpuff17]

A Dangerous Game

part 20

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warning: angst (because I’m a sadistic bitch), mentions of miscarriage. mentions of abuse.

Namjoon was nowhere to be seen when she emerged from the closet after her bath, but Jin was there looking very uncomfortable as he waited for her.

“Here to make sure I’m fit to be a brood mare?” She threw out fastening her earrings, the gold gingko leaves shimmering in the light as they dangled from her ears. “I can tell you right now that it won’t be happening.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” He sighed tiredly running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“And I did?” She snapped her voice sharp and cold. “Tell me when in all of this I have had a choice?”

“He’s a powerful man, Y/N. It does no good to fight against him.” He tried to explain, but she didn’t want to hear it.

“I have been fighting. I’ve been fighting for months!”

“And look where it’s gotten you!” He shouted in frustration. “You have a chip in your neck, and your brother is in a cell!”

“I have done my best!” She yelled every bit as frustrated. “I have done my best not to go insane in this hellhole. I have done my best to get through this with my dignity, and I failed! Okay? Is that what you want to hear? I failed! And now I’m going to be stuck in this fucking hellhole for the rest of my life because I can’t bear to see Jackson die!”

By this point she had broken down in tears sinking down into one of the chairs situated by the windows.

“I tried so hard.” She sobbed, and Jin sighed coming to kneel in front of her.

“I know. I know, and you did so well. But there’s nothing more to do.” He whispered taking her hands in his. “I’m so sorry, sweet girl. I wish it could be different, but it’s not.”

 “Why?” She asked meeting Jin’s eyes. “Why did he pick me?”

“I think he really does love you.” He offered albeit hesitantly. “He’s just… he’s not great at expressing it. If you gave him a chance,”

“I don’t want to give him a chance, Jin. I want to strangle him with my bare hands and burn his entire empire to the ground.”

“What about me? What about Jungkook?” He asked. “Do you want to burn us to the ground too? We’re part of Joon’s empire.”

“Of course not,” She sighed groaning as she dropped her head into her hands. “No, I want the best for you both, but is this really the best?”

“Where would we go? Not all of us get the chance you got to start over.” He asked laughing bitterly. “Jungkook was scooped off the streets as a kid. We raised him. He has nowhere else to go. Namjoon helped me get through medical school, and he’s my best friend. I owe him everything. He’s not a bad buy, Y/N.”

“He’s not a good guy.”  She scoffed.

“Maybe not.” Seokjin shrugged. “But are any of us? Is the world really so black and white?”

She sighed knowing he was right. Nothing was ever fully black and white. There were far too many gray areas in the world, making life messy for all involved. Nothing was ever as simple as it seemed, even this.

“You’re going to have to adapt, sweet girl. Adapt to survive.” He urged. “You could rule his whole empire if you set your mind to it. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone before. He would set the world at your feet if you asked it of him.”

“I don’t want the world. I want a normal life, a life far away from him.”

“You can’t have that, sweet girl, so you might as well take the world.” He grinned.

“Are you telling me to bleed your best friend dry?”

He laughed that wind shield wiper laugh she loved so much. “I don’t think he’d let you go that far, but he’d make you a queen.” He hesitated knowing she wouldn’t like what he was going to say next. “And maybe you could learn to love him. He is trying to win you over.”

She scoffed. “He threatened to kill Jackson.”

“I never said Joonie was good at.” Jin smiled. “He lets you get away with so much more than he’s ever let anyone else get away with. If anyone else talked to him the way you do, they’d have a bullet in their skull faster than you could blink.”

“That’s not exactly romantic.”

“He wants a life with you.”

“I’m aware. He’s talking about children.” She shuddered remembering the morning’s conversation.

“He mentioned.” Jin grinned. “I’d love to have some nieces and nephews running around.”

Something sad and longing took over her face as she sighed. “Jin…”

“You’d have really cute babies.”

“Jin…”

“Think of the little shoes, Y/N, the tiny little shoes.” There were practically hearts in his eyes as he thought of it.

“Jin, I don’t even know if I can have children.” She finally burst out in a rush. “I’ve been pregnant before, and it didn’t end well.”

Jin’s brow furrowed with concern as he put on his doctor façade. “What do you mean?”

“I was pregnant before, when I was with Marcus. He wasn’t really concerned with birth control.” She chuckled humorlessly bitterness welling up in her chest as she thought of it. “The first one I lost fairly early on. The second one…” She shivered. “It was bad, Jin.”  

“What happened?” He asked gently.

“I was five months along. Marcus was… particularly volatile that night. I was… I couldn’t… I couldn’t fight him off.” She stuttered lashes heavy with unshed tears. “There was so much blood.” She shuddered hunching in on herself.

“You lost the baby?” Jin prompted gently watching with sad eyes as she nodded.

“The doctor.” She took a deep breath. “The doctor said that I’d hemorrhaged during the… It was bad, Jin. It was really bad.” She broke down in tears leaning into Jin’s calm and safe presence as he cooed sweet words of comfort. It was all he could do at that moment.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. I understand.”

“Please don’t tell him.” She whimpered. This was personal, too personal for Namjoon. He didn’t get to know this side of her. He didn’t get to know everything. He didn’t get this.

“I won’t tell him.” Jin promised. “Doctor patient confidentiality.” She released a watery laugh at that. They both knew that doctor patient confidentiality meant very little where Namjoon was involved. “Do you want to have children, Y/N?” He asked gently.

“I don’t know.” She whispered. “I never thought they’d be in the cards for me.”

“I’ll talk to Namjoon, and get you some birth control okay?” He murmured hugging her close. “He may be an idiot, but he’s not going to force you to carry a child until you’re ready to.”

“That’s not the impression he gives.” She chuckled humorlessly. “He said it would settle me.”

“Yeah, well Joonie’s an idiot.”

“Can you tell him that?”

“Are you crazy?” He laughed. “I would like to keep my head.”

Just than Seokjin’s phone rang. “Joonie!” He crowed throwing her a wink as he took the call. “We were just talking about you.”

His face lost any trace of humor following whatever Namjoon said on the other end of the line. “You want me to what? Namjoon, I’m not br….” He paused as Namjoon said something on the other side of the line.  “She’s not ready to…” He sighed in frustration as Namjoon interrupted him again. “Fine. But I am not responsible for what happens next.” He growled before ending the call.

“Jin?”

“You’re going to need some shoes. You’re wanted at headquarters.” He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “The idiot thinks it’s a good idea for you to be present for this meeting. You were requested apparently.”

“Me?” She asked shock coloring her tone. “Namjoon wanted me at a business meeting?”

“Not Namjoon, GOT7, another one of the gangs that operates around here.”

“What do they want with me?”

“I think it’s probably better if they explain that. I’m just the one tasked with bringing you.” It made her nervous to see how much this made Jin nervous.

“What exactly do they want with me?”

“All I know is that they’ve claimed you as theirs.”

“Theirs? I don’t even know who they are.”

“They say you’re one of the family and are demanding you be returned. Something to do with Jackson?”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Is this a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Well, Namjoon is pissed. He doesn’t like Jaebum very much. The good thing would be that this would give you status outside of Namjoon. You’d have protection. The bad thing is, you’re claimed as a member of a powerful family when you are trying to get away from this life. They claim you, and whether or not you get away from Namjoon, you’re in this for life.”

“This is serious then.”

“Deadly.” He agreed. “Namjoon won’t let anything bad happen to you though. You know that right?” He urged taking her hands in his. “You’ll be okay.”

“Better the devil you know, I suppose.” She agreed. “Well, let me go get cleaned up, and then we’ll go face the devils.”

“Namjoon said to bring you right away.”

“You can tell the illustrious Mr. Kim that I do not come at his beck and call, and that makeup takes time. So unless he wants me there with mascara dripping down my face looking like a hot mess, and I’m sure his guests would love that, he will have to wait.”

Jin grinned at her. “Yes, ma’am.”

She straightened up her hair and redid her makeup doing her best to take her time. It sent a rush of glee through her knowing that the more time she took, the more irritated Namjoon would become. He could afford to sweat a little.

“Ready?” Jin asked as she stepped out doing a little twirl to show off.

“As I’ll ever be.”

part 21

[malfoysqueen54]

Drunken Confessions

Pairing :Steve x Reader

I wrote this yrs ago for @avengerscompound​ Cards Against Humanity Challenge. First Marvel thing I wrote. So here it is I cleaned it up some and am sending it out to you all. Also if I have already tagged you before for this. Sorry but I redid it and am posting it on this blog.

Patron at Tony’s party. Leads to the ladies making some drunk confessions on one another. Including Y/n’s secrets about her crush. 

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Tony’s parties always ended with them all sitting together half-drunk if not completely most of the time. They were a family and loved being together and having fun when they could relax. Even with just them it was still a crowd. All the women pleasantly buzzed and danced together as the men hung out giving one another crap and laughing. This hadn’t been a fancy get together more like pizza and football Sunday.

Y/n ran over to where the guys were with Jane, handing them drinks. “Just so you know. We are not your waitress’” Jane quirked a brow at them.

“But Y/N has a tray,” Tony pointed out. 

“Cause it takes a pack mule to water you boys.” She finished setting drinks down and then smacked Tony with the tray.  The guys all chuckled as Tony rubbed his head.

Nat came over and pointed at Steve and Bucky’s drink. “Don’t let anyone else drink those.”

Steve and Bucky raised their brows and looked at one another. “Thor?” Steve asked and Nat smirked. Bucky chuckled and grabbed his drink.

Darcy popped up from behind the bar. “Y/N! Nat!” The two women turned. “I found Patron. Tony tried to hide it.” She said excitedly. “OOOH there are like three bottles” Darcy looked down.

 Nat and Y/N scrambled grinning to the bar. “This party just got dirtier.” Clint chuckled into his drink shaking his head. 

“What is it with tequila?” Scott asked.

Sam chuckled. “ It makes women hot and for some reason remove their clothes. They get wild.”

“Hope hun, you should have some shots with the girls” Scott turned speaking to his woman making the group of men begin laughing again.

“Jane, I think you should try it.” Thor added as well. His friends turned to look at him. “What? Like you all are not thinking about it.”

Sam high fives Thor. “People it’s gonna be a rowdy night!!”

The girls were around the bar and taking shots. “We can hear you!” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Yeah give her tequila. She is grouchy.” Bucky chuckled.

“Friday, turn up the music for the girls” Tony grinned. 

Steve watched her, even in simple jeans and a tank top hair thrown in a ponytail. She was beautiful. Y/n had been  in his life since he left the ice. Despite her flirtatious nature and complicated party lifestyle, he looked out for her and never told her he felt something for her. He had dreamed many times of being the guys she kissed at the club/bar/party and then saw leaving in the morning. May be one night, but oh he would make it count. He knew everyone thought him sweet, innocent, the model gentleman. He had let go though and explored. Steve just didn’t flaunt it like the others, he had caught up with 21st century women. He was proud of it too. Sam and Bucky were the only ones who really knew though.

It didn’t take long before a bottle of Patron was gone with the girls, they were giggling and dancing together as the guys shook their head at their antics. They were currently watching them dance in a big buzzed orgy to “Not Myself Tonight” By Christina Aguilera. Nat was making out with Y/n while Darcy was making out with Hope.

“What exactly is in that tequila?” Bucky asked in a sigh as the men watched mesmerized. 

“Is it wrong that I am totally turned on right now? I can’t look away” Scott shook his head.

“No” All the men sighed watching as the girls just kept dancing and laughing oblivious to the audience of testosterone.

Clint watched. “It might be a girl night,” watching Nat and Y/n.

“Huh?” Sam asked, not really paying attention.

“Nat and Y/n, let’s say scratch an itch for one another.” Clint smirked. “They are real close.” He winked. That did indeed grab the guy’s attention and they looked at him as the girls brought drink refills.

“You mean, Y/n and Nat have sex?” Thor asked as Jane set down his and the two super soldiers drinks. “Oh yeah.” Jane nodded smiling and walking back over to the bar. 

“Isn’t Nat with you though?” Steve asked as he adjusted how he sat.

“Yeah, but they both like men and women. So, they have that kind of friendship to fill that need” Clint shrugged. “Hunny is it a girl night?” He called out asking.

Nat came over smirking sitting on his lap as did the rest of the girls, alcohol having lowered their brains filters. “Maybe both”

“Ohhh” Clint smiled and kissed her. 

“What the hell actually goes on in this tower?!” Tony asked incredulously looking at Pepper. “Babe you really don’t want to know” She replied with a sly smile kissing his forehead.

Y/n chuckled sitting between Bucky and Sam. “Oh you act like you haven’t done a threesome before or orgy, please.” She rolled her eyes and downed another shot, handing one to Darcy.

“You're into women and men? Really?” Sam asked

“Hell yes, the best of both worlds. I am limited to Darcy and Nat currently though.”

“HEY!” Darcy protested as they all looked at her.

“Oops sorry Darc” She made a face.

“You are cheating on me?”Nat smacked Y/n thigh. quirking a brow.

Steve leaned towards Bucky. “Did we really live long enough to hear this conversation?”

“Uh huh. I am in heaven” Bucky licked his lips adjusting how he sat as Steve groaned.

“No! She’s not- I was curious, and after last time with Clint and that tech guy. Clint was mad, so she backed off” Darcy answered quickly.

Y/n pointed at her. “What she said.”

Nat looked at Clint. “Aw hunny are you still upset about that.” She asked sweetly.

“What happened besides four people in one bed. Not anything new where I am from.” Thor shrugged

Tony turned to Pepper. “You’re not a good girlfriend, why don’t you have female toys. Also, we are moving to Asgard.” Pepper smacked him in the back of the head.

“She said someone else’s name during her orgasm with me.” Clint said accusingly and Y/n rolled her eyes. All the men gasped like they had been burned looking at her. The holy grail of mistakes during sex,

“Ladies and gents, what is one thing that can bring an orgy to a screeching halt?” Tony stared at her accusingly. 

“What?! It was a mistake, UGH!” She groaned

 Nat smiled, shrugging. “I think it’s who it was” She chuckled.

“Yeah like- “Clint was cut off by Y/n knocking his drink out of his hand.

“You promised Barton” She snapped pointing at him.

 Sam grinned suddenly. “Ohhhh so it’s someone here.”

“Has to be, look how defensive she got” Tony pointed out.

“Who was it?” Scott asked excitedly. “Was it a guy or a girl?”

“A guy” Darcy answered before thinking and all the girls looked at her. “Oh, sorry Y/N/N”

Tony looked like a kid in a candy store before leaning forward with the other men. “Come on Barton, she deserves it. Is it one of us?”

“Oh My God…you ego freaks. I am getting more Patron.” Y/N walked to the bar.

Nat and Darcy chuckled following as Clint shook his head. “She’ll kill me. She promised. Never mention Steve again during sex.” All the men started hooting and hollering looking at Steve as his eyes widened. “Oh shit! Y/N, I’m sorry” Clint held up his hand as he backed off the chair. She had turned with a stunned death glare.

“Clint run,” Nat said as she tried to hold Y/N along with Darcy around the waist. “Calm down Y/n/n.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Y/n growled able to knock Nat and Darcy off her due to their intoxication.

Bucky and Sam looked at Steve smirking. “She said your name as she orgasmed.” Sam goaded Steve on.

“While with another man. She was thinking about you” Bucky added nodding. Those two knew he had a thing for her. 

Y/n  couldn’t believe Clint did that, she had to throw attention off her. “Darcy’s vibrator is nicknamed Falcon” She yelled out.

“Y/N!” Darcy gasped as Sam looked at her stunned.

“Pepper wants to sleep with Clint.” Darcy shouted out.

“What the hell?” Tony exclaimed looking at Pepper.

“They are trying to throw attention from one another. This is interesting.” Thor smirked.

“Jane said she wants to have a threesome with Thor and Loki” Pepper tossed out. Jane looked shocked.

“Y/n has gotten herself off in Steve’s bed when he is away” Jane threw out, throwing it back on Y/n.

“Oh this is interesting” Scott grinned downing his drink

“NO!” Y/n screamed, stomping her foot covering her mouth in shock.

Sam and Bucky looked at Steve. He couldn’t help the shocked grin on his face.

“Hope has thought about Tony when she orgasms” Angel countered pointing at her. Hope fell off her chair trying to protest.

“N-Nat has a kink for Bucky’s metal arm, and wants him to do evil pleasurable things to her with it” Hope countered looking at Scott and pointing at Bucky.

Nat looked at Hope “Hey!!”

“What?!” they all looked up as they heard Clint exclaim from the vents.

Y/n put her hands on his hips “I knew it, the ventilation system is his happy place” She growled. The girls all started to bicker amongst themselves.

Tony looked at the guys.” Once we make eye contact they are going to scatter”

Sam nodded” They are buzzed they aren’t realizing yet, we heard all of that.”

“Go for the girl closest to you, catch them then exchange as needed.” Scott said.

They all agreed and nodded. Steve turned to Bucky. “Grab Y/N for me if she slips away.”

Bucky smirked and nodded his head. As the men looked up at the bickering crowd of women. Darcy looked and placed her hand on Nat and Y/N to get them to look up. The bickering stopped, silence fell. Steve locked intense gazes with her he saw her eyes widen as her hands came to cover her mouth. Yup it finally hit her he heard it all and was screwed. The men slowly rose out of their seats taking careful steps towards the group in a synced group of predators.

Y/n shook her head “Dodge and weave ladies. Every woman for herself!!!” She said, throwing Jane in her way as she took off. She made it to the elevators. Bucky saw nodding for Steve to take the stairs. “FRIDAY where did the elevator stop?” Steve asked as they took off down the stairs.

“It stopped on yours and Sergeant Barnes’ floor sir.”

“Hiding in the least obvious place. She’s smart” Bucky said heading another floor down to his and Steve’s floor.

Him and Steve entered silently, they didn’t dare turn on the lights and alert her. She was hiding behind the pillar in the corner by the main living areas door. She knew it opened but not that two of them came in. She didn’t see Steve move to the left only saw Bucky on the right. She sighed in relief and Bucky heard it. He waited till she carefully moved from her hiding spot and turned on her. “Bucky don’t scare me. Where is he?” She asked. She felt an arm wrap around her waist and the other slipped over her mouth stifling her scream of surprise. 

“Looking for me doll” She felt him whisper against her ear and she shivered as his breath fanned over her ear. Bucky smirked and saluted her as Steve dragged her farther into their living quarters. She panicked and began to fight him cursing behind his hand. “Shhh sweetheart. I just want to talk.” He whispered his lips grazing behind her ear this time. She couldn’t help the gentle moan that escaped her. Steve smiled at Bucky winking before closing his door and locked it letting her go.

She jerked away from him, putting some distance between them. “What is wrong with you?!” She snapped at him as he leaned back against his door. Steve knew she would try to bolt.

“Y/n/n, I ju- “He began but was cut off by her.

“No, No! We are not talking about this! I should be busy writing my resignation and planning my relocation to Zimbabwe.” She held her hand up to him.

“Y/N- “He tried again.

She shook her head holding a finger up to silence him. “So, what! Yes, Jesus. I said your name. I think about you sexually. Look I never made our friendship awkward. I never told you. I know you’re too good for me. I KNOW Steve. Your Captain America, I am a crappy agent who parties.” She waved her arms around. “You are the god damn moral compass or America. I know okay!”

Steve took a slight step from the door. “Sweetheart- “His head fell as he was cut off again.

“Please don’t sugarcoat this, don’t make me listen to the rejection I know is coming and have played out in my head a million times. Just- no more Patron.” She said letting out a huff of a laugh trying to keep the tears at bay. “I am so embarrassed can you please just- “

Y/n was finally cut off by Steve who came up to her quickly cupping her cheeks and pressing his lips to hers” Do you ever shut up?” He asked softly against her lips sealing them to hers once again running his tongue over the crease of her lips the gasp she released allowed him to delve in and explore her mouth. He felt her hands rest on his shoulders squeezing gently. Hesitant, confused, she didn’t want to pull her mouth away though ever as he wrapped her in his arms.

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The Packmaster’s Bond: Marcus Bozeman

Summary: Becoming a member of the Shreveport pack was an exciting experience, especially for a new independent man like yourself and it didn’t hurt that your Packmaster was hot. But is your love really unrequited?

Warning: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Daddy Kink

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1200857805084753920?s=21

Having moved to a Shreveport share house to start a new life after being cut off from your parents, you needed a stable place to build from the ground up, so you sought out the Shreveport pack master, a burly man called Marcus Bozeman, who was intrigued by you and was delighted to welcome you at the next pack shift. You were equally intrigued as well as there was something about him that spoke power to you, like a natural instinct to lead, so you showed up early ready to take part. The shift and chase as you hunted a deer was different than before, before you would hunt to survive if need be, often taking the scraps of humans, however running with the presence of other wolves brought the adrenaline, especially when you detected Marcus running alongside you as if encouraging you, giving you a rush of passionate energy, it races through you like adrenaline giving you a buzz like no other.

Later as your deer was strung up, everyone having shifted back into human form and watching, Marcus took the deer’s blood in his hand and approached you “Y/N, you are our brother.” He smeared the blood onto your forehead, you gazing into your new packmaster’s eyes, trying to communicate your gratitude for how he made you alive for what seemed like the first time in years. Seeming to acknowledge he gave you a grin and stepped back “We welcome you into our land and call upon you to defend it with us.” He threw his head back and howled, the pack following, swarming you to congratulate you and begin the meeting festivities. While you got used to talking to new people, you kept going back to Marcus throwing his head back & howling, something about it seemed really hot. Later that night, you stroked your cock to the thought of him doing that as he fucked you, and when you shot your load, oh how you screamed his name.

A year passed, your crush on your packmaster never wavering. The way he would look at you, the smiles and charm he would send your way was intoxicating to you & you needed more. The only problem was you didn’t know how to approach the topic, it didn’t seem like he’d go for men, and you didn’t want to be thrown out or worse. So you kept to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t notice the smell of lust that radiated from you, he must get many werebitches all in their feelings, maybe they’d mask it.

Alongside leading the wolves of Shreveport, Marcus had his own garage that the weres worked at on alternate weekends, and despite not having much experience with cars, Marcus had rostered you on. A full day with your packmaster, with a scent of lust raging, doing tasks you weren’t comfortable with, so fucking perfect. However, you didn’t want to miss out on seeing him and you didn’t want to upset him by not showing up, so when the day came along you threw on some casual dress wear and headed out to the garage. He saw you come in & greeted you with a grin and a tip of the head “Y/N man! I was worried you wouldn’t show, this ain’t usually your scene.” “Well I have to at least try Marcus, everyone else has, and it surely won’t be that bad.” Marcus shrugged “Yeah, I’ll help you out if you need me.” ‘Oh if only you knew’ you thought, grabbing the toolkit from the bench and setting to work on the bike Marcus was working on.

The task you had been assigned was tightening the speed gears which had come loose & as he said he would, Marcus was right behind you assisting. “Now you’re gonna have to use some brute strength, cause a normal turn will seem to work, but that’s how gears get loose overtime. You need to push far beyond that, I’ll help if you need me to.” You were half listening and also letting your mind wonder to thoughts of Marcus pulling his jeans down and fucking you right then and there up against the table. “Got it Y/N?” “Yeah Marcus, sure.” You grabbed the wrench and pulled counter clockwise, the screw fitted in after one turn, but per Marcus’s instructions, you needed to go further. You pushed forwards with all your might, Marcus’s hands covering yours supplying extra effort. ‘Try to be calm don’t loose focus’ you thought, your desperate need for Marcus running all over you. A sniff wrent the air and you felt slow breathing on your neck as you got the screw fitted in very tight. “There we go that’s done.” You had barely turned around before Marcus slammed you into the workstation, before you could yell or exclaim, his lips melded with yours.

The kiss was nice and deep, Marcus drawing in deep breaths with you taking in short ones, lost to everything but your Packmaster’s lips. He broke away and grinned “I fucking thought it was you Y/N, I could smell lust on ya, I had to go looking round all the werebitches but once I did all of them, I figured the only man who ever gazed at me with such longing was you. Do you know that every night since I caught your scent, I’ve masturbated to it? Oh the moans and groans as I pumped my dick, shot my load all over my shirts, that cum should have been yours” He gripped himself through his jeans & your throat suddenly went very dry as you saw how hard he was. “And now, I get to give it to you. Get on your knees Y/N. Now.”

His tone shifted to one of desperate lust & command. You wasted no time getting down as Marcus unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down exposing his big thick cock, it sang to you, craving to be milked. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked him off. “Oh yeah, that’s nice. So damn good round my cock.” Marcus groaned as he grabbed your hair and guided you over the parts of his cock that would bring the most amount of a rush to your Packmaster. “Oh fuck! Lick the tip will ya, you’ll get to taste me.” He moaned like a bitch in heat as you obeyed his commands, a sour lemon taste filling your mouth, still you kept him in.

You began to massage his balls, causing Marcus to let out several expletives. You moved your hand away, worrying you’d upset him but “Why did you stop? Get your hand back on there babe.” He grabbed your hand and moved it back to his balls “Get a good grip on Y/N, they’re gonna be filling up with cum later, the least you can do is please em.” With your Pack-master’s encouragement you continued your mensuration on his balls while he moaned in encouragement.

Marcus suddenly pulled out of your mouth and aimed his cock at your face “God damn Y/N, I’m gonna cum, paint you pretty with your Alpha’s load! OH FUCK!” You stuck your tongue out as Marcus shot his load all over you, messing up your clothes “Fuck, I’ll get you new ones.” he groaned “Stay there babe, don’t move.” Marcus redid his jeans up and moved outside, you heard an engine revving and your thoughts raced on what he could be doing? A gangbang with other weres, maybe it was some kind of mating call. Your thinking was dashed as he drove his motorcycle into the shop, getting off, he went over to the sliding door and locked it. Smelling your confusion, he turned to you “What’s wrong Y/N?” “I figured that revving was some type of mating call to other weres in the pack.” Marcus’s face suddenly grew stern, he crossed over to you and deeply kissed you again, this time heading to your neck, leaving nips and hickeys along it a gravelly growl forming from his lips as he did so “Mine. All mine. You belong to no other weres but me.”

You licked your lips in the meantime, tasting his salty sweet load. Marcus seeing you do so collected the load you couldn’t reach on his finger “Open” you wrapped your mouth around your Packmaster’s finger & sucked. “Good slut, such a good slut for daddy.” As you finished his eyes grew a sort of orange yellow, a sign of dominance for most weres, as he lead you to his bike “You’re mine now Y/N, so I need to get my scent all on ya, and what better way to do that then by fucking you on my bike, ride you on my Harley as the bikers would say.” He backed you into the wall giving you yet another ferocious make out. “Strip.” He growled and as you riddled yourself of your clothes, you spotted Marcus doing the same, his jeans first and then his shirt, you saw his torso spattered with hair around the top half. “It’s hot to see leather falling off you Marcus.” You let slip, Marcus letting a huffing laugh out “Well I’ll make sure I wear more leather for you babe.” He crossed over and got onto the leather seat of his Harley Davidson “Come on and ride this. Ride daddy’s dick like a good slut that you are.” His drawl was more pronounced and lustful, he was craving you as much as you did him, and there was only one thing to do. You crossed over to Marcus’s bike and taking a deep breath you mounted his cock, moaning as you sunk down on your Packmaster’s length.

“Oh fuck, so tight round me Y/N.” Marcus growled the orange yellow glint in his eyes back. You stayed still for a few moments getting used to him, before you started to work yourself on his cock, finding the right rhythm. Marcus whom had been moaning both a wordy stream of praise and outwardly began assisting, before you finally set a smooth yet rough pace, one that made passionate lust course through your veins as you fucked, Marcus’s hairy balls slapping against your ass as he fucked you. “Oh God, yeah that’s right, fuck yourself on your daddy Packmaster’s cock.” This command was simple and the best command he had given you, and you found yourself attending the task with an increased pace, Marcus digging his nails i to your back, leaving scratches as he responded to your increased pace. “Oh Marcus, fuck this is amazing!” He briefly pulled his cock away “Nuh uh, what’s my name?” He whisper growled, you immediately realizing “Daddy Packmaster!” “Good” he whispered out, shoving back into your ass “Daddy Packmaster Marcus is also good, as long as you respect me, I’ll respect you.”

As he continued, you started to run your hands through his chest hair, making him groan outwards in ecstasy “You like that Y/N, like being dominated by a Alpha man, a strong were who can keep you safe. Cause that’s what I’ll do, keep you safe from anyone who tries to hurt you, we will rule the Shreveport Pack side by side my pretty werewolf, mine forever.” At this point it was all so massive, everything he was saying and doing, your head fell backwards, not giving a damn who heard your moans, coming loud from your mouth as Marcus continued to fuck you with intent, a sharp lusty powerful precision. As you pulled your head around, you also clawed into his back, groans falling from his mouth as he grinned and kissed you deep.

“You have a better pussy than my ex baby boy. Take your biker Alpha’s cock.” Growled Marcus, his pace getting sloppier, he was close and by this point you were as well. Marcus moved his hand to your cock and began to stroke it “Come for me Y/N, come for your Packmaster.” Marcus’s commands immediately had an effect on you, you let out a howl as you shot all over the both of you. Marcus laughing “God damn! You got us both messy! My slutty wolf.” As your walls closed around him from the orgasm, Marcus began to go harder managing a few more moments panting desperately “Fuck, tighten those walls more Y/N and I’m gonna cum! Yes, like that, God damn make me cum!” Marcus’s loud yelling praises were like a chant as he shot load upon load, the heat making you groan out, the two of you almost falling off the bike, Marcus grabbing onto the wall in time to save you both “Oh shit” you got out as he laughed. “Oh fuck Y/N, that was amazing.” Marcus growled, going in for another kiss.

The both of you stayed like this for a while, somehow being with Marcus whilst you were both naked was like you were completed, a sensation you didn’t want to diminish but you couldn’t stay like it for the entire day, well at least, not THAT day “Y/N, babe, pass me my clothes, I’m gonna get you some replacements from my house.” You passed him each article that he graciously put on “I’ll make sure I get some leather for you as well, and then we can focus on moving you out of your renthouse and into mine. I’d give you anything My Wolf.” Grinning, you opened the door and watched as your were in shining armor revved up the engine “My new wolf.” You smiled at Marcus “Damn right.” He said with a lustful growl and with a nod of your head pulled forwards and made his way back towards his house, you still in the garage happy at the risk you’d taken and the brand new life you had in store.