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A soft purple light entered the room through the small crack on the old wooden window
The dim - and unusual color - lighting made the place feel mystical somehow
Like a wannabe version of some low budget Houdini show
With the worn off couch and rug, the old hardwood floor that creaked underneath both men’s feet, their over the top suit jackets - that made them stand out in a place like this
A black lipstick was used to mark exactly what your are to them
“Fuck toy, little slut, cock beggar…”
They had spanked, gagged and choked you
And still, you were begging for more
Just as they said you would be
“Please” You pleaded in vain, and such words only served to fill up the silent room with some kind of sound
The tall, blonde man stopped in front of you
His hand closed around your throat, making you gasp a moan
“Shhh. Quiet, now” The sound of footsteps coming from behind you made you grow uneasy
“Look at me. Keep your eyes on me, ladybug” You felt trapped in his gaze as the warmth of the other man’s body hugged your skin like the softest blanket
“Good” He smirked “Now, are you going to be a good little toy and let Master’s friend play with you?”
“Yes, sir” The eagerness in your voice made a grin spread on Edge’s lips
“Good” He pulled your lips towards his and sealed the unspoken deal with a deep kiss
Edge pulled back just in time to see your eyes widening and your mouth hanging open as Damian’s cock filled your aching walls
“Once he’s done, I’m gonna use his cum as lube and I’ll fuck you until you scream! Then you’re gonna be a good little toy and you’ll keep both of our cums nice and warm inside you”
A muffled moan left your lips when Edge’s hand covered your mouth and Damian’s pace became reckless behind you
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Jason was alone in the Batcave with the practice dummy. He was hitting and kicking the way Bruce had been training him to. Jason knew street fighting, scrapes with other kids, bigger kids. Once a gang tried to jump him after a day of scraping what money he could from payphones and vending machines. He'd even been able to bust a coin operated laundromat change exchanger. The other kids wanted his hard earned coins.
That was before Batman, before Bruce. Before he was Robin. The suit gave him power Jason Todd didn't have, he wasn't getting jumped again, not ever.
"Jason," Bruce interrupted the boy's practice time as he walked towards the training space.
Jason turned, his breath a little heavy from his work out. He wore a proud smile. "This dude'd be out like a light if he were real."
Bruce didn't respond to the remark. He had a grim sort of face, that was rare for him. He usually was optimistic about Jason’s training and how seriously he took it.
"I need you to learn how to break out of restraints," Bruce started, sounding regretful. "It's a useful skill. Whether you're overtaken or need to surrender, being able to free yourself at the right moment is crucial."
Jason nodded, listening to his mentor with his full attention. "I can do it, tell me how."
"One of the best escape artists, Harry Houdini, was able to do most of his stunts because he was double jointed," Bruce explained. "Give me your hand," the man held out his own.
Jason hesitated a second before obliging. "What're you going to do?" His voice was small, a little scared.
"The easiest way to escape handcuffs is to dislocate your thumb." Bruce stared down into Jason’s eyes. "Are you ready?"
Jason looked at his hand in Bruce’s and the way he held his thumb, ready to pull it from the socket. He'd never dislocated a joint before but he knew it would hurt. He was Robin though, and he wanted to be the best Robin. Jason looked up again and nodded with determination.
The cave was a tense quiet before the snap and scream that followed.
***
Jason sighed and dropped his hand back onto his chest from where he'd been holding up and examining his own scars. A shard of glass had caught him a couple weeks ago and as well as it was healing it was definitely adding to his collection.
Across the bedroom the light in the bathroom clicked off when Dick was done brushing his teeth. He practically ran across the hardwood floor of Jason's cold Gotham apartment to join him under the covers. "Why don't you turn the heat up?" He snuggled in closer to press his feet against Jason’s.
"Are you paying the gas bill?" Jason asked humorously, momentarily letting Dick use him as a heater.
Dick relaxed back onto the pillow without any more complaints. He reached for Jason’s recently injured hand to see it for himself. "Looks good." He'd been the one to stitch it up.
"Do you remember when he broke your thumbs?" Jason asked curiously and a little bleakly.
"How do you think he learned how to do it right?" Dick asked back, letting Jason’s hand go.
Jason turned his head to look at the other former Robin, the first Robin, Bruce’s guinea pig. He'd realized it but hardly thought about it.
Dick offered a resigned smile and a kiss goodnight.
Jason agreed and with a little laugh pushed Dick’s icicle toes away from himself.
FIN
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If you grew up with white boys
Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno
Cuz they want something that their dad don't got
Then you know where you're at
Mortaring your ear holes shut
In a rush with wet coke
In a Starbucks bathroom with the door closed
On booze some left in residue and confused
Like the first time you used soft water
Down on my luck caught unaware
Like Houdini when the last fist struck
Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am
Sucking dick for drink tickets
At the free bar at my cousin's Bat Mitzvah
Cutting the punchline and it ain't no joke
Devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke
Picking fights on dyke night with shirleys and loccs
And snatching purses
Doing Elton at karaoke and forgettin all the verses
Blowing kisses to disinterested bitches
Playing lead lay in a bad way on Broadway
Sending sexy SMSes to my ex's new man
Cuz I can
On the road trying to break an old van
Eating pussy for new fans I am
What the hell
Using Purell til my hands bleed and swell
Missing Mel at a motel 6 I'm unwell if
Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am
Feels exciting touching your handwriting
Getting horny by reading it and repeating "poor me"
Intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
At the R. Crumb exhibit
I wonder who's sicker
Jerking off in an art museum john til my dick hurts
The kind of shit I won't admit to my headshrinker
Not even in a whisper to my own little sister
I just act like a dick and talk shit when I'm with her
Aught Six
I say the Friday before Easter was not good
I cried to myself in the pisser
And with you in the front row of the Silver Jews show
You may act like you didn't notice
My fear of the bear at Showbiz Pizza when I was six
Was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this
Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am
At Jacob Hand's on tour
I wake up hungover on a hardwood floor
From a dream about your dress
Hangs off of your little breasts
I'd rather be dead
Than call this song "How I Lost Your Respect"
But God bless or get neglected (2x muted)
And I'll see you when the sun sets east
Don't forget me
#Playlist#WHY?#This is the only song you need on Good Friday.#Glad I remembered it.#These lyrics are a punch in the gut though.
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Day Nine Hundred And Forty-Five
Today, is a calm day compared to the past few days. Donald Trump presented the Presidential Medal of Freedom to Robert Cousy, a retired professional basketball player, who is also known as “The Houdini of the Hardwood”. Trump also continued his tweeting about the economy and the Federal Reserve System, but he still toned it down a bit. Mike Pence on the other hand continued his journey to the great state of Utah to talk about the United States-Mexico-Canada Agreement. There he praised the strong economy under Trump, and he also pointed out that it’s only a wishful thinking of some naysayers in the mainstream media that the economy is weak. So, there’s nothing to worry about...
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Bob Cousy - One of Basketball's Greatest Bob Cousy, also known as the “Houdini of the Hardwood,” named after magician Harry Houdini says much about his style of play and how he became one of the pioneers of modern basketball. Former Celtics owner Walter Brown described him, “Bob Cousy is to basketball what Babe Ruth was to baseball.” What is it that made Cousy such an innovator and one of basketball’s greatest players? Just as in business, the secret to being successful is much in the person that you are and what you do with your opportunities. Robert Joseph C...
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You Have Created A Monster
Summary: Dean x Reader, fluff, kid-related fluff, fluff w/ some angst. You are temporarily incapacitated and Dean offers to help you with a task. Sam is around as well.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Trigger Warnings: Mention of a chronic, painful injury, physical disability, single-parent issues, death of a loved one
Word Count: 1900-ish
A/N: This is for Taylor aka @impalaimagining’s “Things Nobody Likes Challenge” in honor of her Birthday! My prompt is “styling hair”. Thank you Taylor for your awesome beta-reading skills and Happy (Pre-) Birthday!!
Even after you insisted that you could manage alone, Dean and Sam had stuck around for a couple of days. Dean even showed you some extra kindness by offering to help you shower, before you declined (with some hesitation). The braces on both wrists were supposed to ease your ongoing carpal tunnel pain. Consequently, being nearly squeezed to death by the snake-like tendrils of an Echidna monster hadn’t helped your situation.
You were honestly having a pity party, yourself as the Guest of Honor. You were a grown-ass woman, used to doing everything yourself and most things for other people, including Maya, your six-year-old daughter. The current obstacles was styling her hair before an important visit. With the numbness in your fingers, the weakness in your arms, it was difficult to just make a straight part through her forest of dark, unruly curls. In frustration, you directed her to go watch her favorite tv show and laid back on the bed, accepting defeat.
Minutes later, there was a rhythmic knock at the door.
“You better be careful letting Maya hang with Sam,” Dean said after opening the door. “He’s telling her about The Neverending Story and the Dark Crystal. It’s an old-school nerd takeover. We better get in there before it’s too late.”
“He also introduced her to The Care Bears,” you said in Sam’s defense.
“Yeah - those things are pure evil. Nothing can be that happy all the damn time.”
Dean was dressed in a midnight blue t-shirt and jeans. His feet were bare on your hardwood floor, and his hair was still wet from the shower. You tried to ignore the delicious, toned muscles of his arms and attempt blindness to how good he looked in your bedroom.
“Oh, she’ll be fine. I’m the one who always ends up hurt when you guys show up.”
You were aware of how whiny you sounded, but you didn’t care.
“And we always save your butt. Like when an Echidna is going for the kill,” he reminded you. He was not having any of your bullshit that day. There would be no pity parties on his watch. “Besides, I think you like me patching you up. There are better, less dangerous ways to get me to touch you, Y/N. You can cut out the middle-man, or monster, in this case.”
“Maybe another time, like when my ex’s mother isn’t on her way to pick up my child. That woman is not my biggest fan, you know.”
“She’s obviously not right in the head.”
You needed the laugh that created. Dean’s loyalty to his friends, you included, was one of your favorite things about him.
“Yeah, she blames me for Jason’s death.”
“You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”
You nodded in agreement, though it still hurt.
“You did an amazing job with her.”
He was doing it again. You were perplexed, but reluctantly invested in how proud Dean acted toward you and Maya.
“Move over,” he softly directed. You made room on the bed, but stubbornly stayed lying down. The familiar, warm and flirty scent of your body wash drifted from Dean’s skin.
“How’s the web-shooters?” He asked.
“Fine,” you lied. “How’s your ribs?”
“Just peachy…I’ll live…Hey, I have a question about Maya.”
“Okay, what’s up?”
“Don’t take this personal but, what’s going on with her hair today?”
“Her hair?”
“Yeah, it’s always so…uh, neat. And now it’s…kinda not your style?”
“Oh God, even you noticed it! The witch will use it against me, just watch.” The panic began setting in.
“What can I do?”
“Give me a spell that would make my daughter’s grandmother a nicer human being? Otherwise - I got this. I just have to wrestle my child’s hair into submission, as usual.At least this is not the stupidest injury I’ve had. That was when I coughed so hard I blew a blood vessel in my eye. I actually made up a monster story to cover up my lameness.“
“Speaking of lameness…Y/N, I know you’re not okay.” His voice felt deeper, richer as it trickled down to you. “Come on, let me help you.”
“Help me with what?”
“Your daughter’s hair.”
You were about to laugh when you looked up at his face. He was serious. Her clothes and other needed items were packed. Her hair was really the last thing you needed to complete. That was your parental job. How did he think he could just…do it? He had no clue. You imagined what a bird’s nest he would leave on Maya’s head and inwardly cringe. Dean was good at many things, but this didn’t seem to fit his skill set.
“I gave my brother all of his haircuts growing up…”
“That’s nice, but not exactly…”
“How much time you got?”
You checked your cell phone. “Oh shit, 38 minutes!”
"Well, it’s either me, Sam, or it doesn’t happen. Or Maya could do it herself. I’m sure she’ll love that,” he said with a knowing smirk.
You cringed more remembering that time she put a bag of melted gummy bears in her hair…
“I can do it,” you insisted, willing yourself to sit up against the headboard with painful effort.
“I know how you are, but I can help.”
“How am I?”
“You know. You’re very DE-tailed.”
You couldn’t argue too much with his assessment.
“Exactly! I got this,” you repeated.
“Okay, if you insist,” he said, obviously not believing you because he had a working pair of eyes, and brain.
With perfect timing, Maya ran into the room with the sparkly pink container that held her hair accessories and climbed onto the bed.
“Mom, did you pack me some deodorant?”
“Maya, we’ve been over this. Your cousins are older than you, so they can wear deodorant. You, ladybug, do not need it.”
“I’ll just ask Grandma to buy me some,” she said dismissively.
“I love this kid,” Dean laughed. “Guess what, Sweetie? Your mom’s ready to do your hair,” Deans added, then he got comfy against the headboard, arms crossed, ready for a show.
“I want everything purple to match my outfit,” your child announced.
“Sure, ladybug – let’s get started.”
You sat her between the two of you, handed her a tablet for her to watch her favorite animated movie, and began. The results were sad. The wrist splints were awkward, getting in your way. You took them off and tried again. Damn!!! It HURT to do the smallest movement, even one you’d done numerous times before. Maya’s thick head of curls was normally a thing of beauty, but at the moment, it was just a source of torture.
Your cellphone decided to ring at the worst time. Reaching for it and answering was out of the question. Dean grabbed it.
“The Evil Grandmother,” he said, and swiped to answer the call before you can protest. “Hello…She’s in the bathroom…Yes, Mrs. Bridges. This is Dean…Yes, THAT Dean…No, but wouldn’t it be nice if I did? Yes, Ma’am. I will be sure to tell her.”
“What did she say?”
“She wanted to remind you that she is picking up her grandchild. She knows you have an awful memory for things. And she asked if I was now living here.”
You reached over and whispered in his ear.
“You know she’s convinced that I cheated on Jason with you and somehow, that caused his death…She watches way too much I.D. Channel. We weren’t even together-together when it happened.”
“Ha! Tell her that I was not the homewrecking side chick…” he started before looking at a very attentive Maya and then lowering his voice. “…That would be her son, since I met you first.”
He was opening the door to the inevitable discussion you needed to have. Unfortunately, this was…
“Not the time, huh?”
“Pretty much. But you win, I need your help!”
Having already expected this outcome, Dean rubbed his hands together, promptly grabbed the chair from your writing desk, bringing it bedside.
“Your Mom is allowing me the privilege of doing your hair today.”
Maya did a double-take, but moved to the chair when she saw you nodding that it was okay.
“Okay, but you gotta hurry. Grandma is gonna be here soon,” she told Dean before picking up the tablet again. Dean looked at you in surprise and you just laughed.
You were doing it again. The affection you had attempted to bury was digging itself up, cleaning itself off, and gaining oxygen and space.
Dean grabbed his weapon of choice, the hair comb.
“Okay, I’m going in.”
The comb edge made contact with the top her head. He was always so gentle, you knew you need not worry, but he was also so slow that you couldn’t help it. It was like he was afraid to break the child.
“How’s that?” Dean asked and stepped back from his work.
“That’s perfect…If the middle of her head was on the left,” you teased. “Try again Daniel-san,” you gave your best Mr. Miyagi voice.
Dean huffed at you in frustration, stretched his neck, rolled his shoulders back. He was ready to do battle again. As a hunter, whether it was fighting, shooting or working some kind of magic - Dean always made things look easy, almost effortless. You couldn’t remember when you’d last seen him concentrate as hard on something, as he was with Maya’s hair.
“Sweetie, can you turn around and look at me?” He asked.
“Like this?” Maya said, immediately turning to face Dean.
“Perfect. Sit still for second, please.”
Using her nose as a guide, he used the length of the comb to measure what should be the middle of her head. Once he marked his spot, he had her turn around and continued the parting line down the back of her head.
“Done!” he announced in triumph at the perfect straight line he’d created.
“Bravo! I think you did it even better than me on a normal day,” you said sincerely.
Sam walked in from the hall, clapping his hands, causing Maya to do the same.
“Great start, brilliant – what other tricks can you pull off Houdini?”
“I could put you in a headlock,” Dean offered. “But this lovely young lady has all my attention right now.”
You directed Dean on how to make a ponytail. After overcoming some roasting from Sam, he finished with time to spare. It all ended in success with two nice, not-quite-perfect, but passable, pigtails on Maya’s beautiful little noggin.
“Not bad. I guess those videos helped,” Sam said, while Dean gave him a dirty look.
“What videos?” You asked.
“He’s been on YouTube watching some ‘Daddies doing their daughters’ hair’ videos. He didn’t tell you?”
***
A couple of weeks later, on a lazy Sunday morning, Maya jumped into your bed, effectively waking you up in a whirl of kid-energy and excitement.
“Mom! Dean did my hair again. I look like a mermaid unicorn!”
You blinked, trying to get a better look. It was…interesting. Lots of ponytails, colorful barrettes, and ponytail holders everywhere. Maya was overjoyed. You realized you had created one hairstyle-patenting monster in Dean Winchester. Maya’s new hairstyle was a hot-ass mess.
And also one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen.
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2018 Toronto Raptors NBA trade value ranking - Sportsnet.ca
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Good Friday by Why?
If you grew up with white boys
Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno
Cause they want something that their dad don't got
Then you know where you're at
Mortaring your earholes shut in a rush with wet coke
In a Starbucks bathroom with the door closed
On booze, I'm left in residue and confused
Like the first time you used soft water
Down on my luck, caught unaware
Like Houdini when the last fist struck
If I'm sinking in, laughing at something sunken in, I am.
Sucking dick for drink tickets
At the free bar at my cousin's bat mitzvah
Cutting the punch line and it ain't no joke
Devoid of all hope, circus mirrors and pot smoke
Picking fights on dyke night
With shirlies and lokes and snatching purses
Doing Elton on karaoke and forgetting all the verses
Blowing kisses to disinterested bitches
Playing lead lay in a bad way on Broadway
Sending sexy SMS's to my exes new man cause i can
On the road trying to break an old van
Eating pussy for new fans, I am, what the hell
Using Purell till my hands bleed and swell
Missing Mel at a Motel 6, I'm unwell, if
If I'm sinking in, laughing at something sunken in, I am.
It feels exciting, touching your handwriting
Getting horny by reading it and repeating poor me
Intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
At the R. Crumb exhibit, I wonder who's sicker
Jerking off in an art museum john till my dick hurts
The kind of shit I won't admit to my head shrinker
Not even in a whisper to my own little sister
I just act like a dick and talk shit when I'm with her
Aught six, I'll say the Friday before Easter
Was not good, I cried to myself in the pisser
And with you in the front row at the Silver Jews show
And you act like you didn't notice, my fear of the bear
At Showbiz Pizza when I saw six was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this
If I'm sinking in, laughing at something sunken in, I am.
At Jacob Han's on tour I wake up
Hung over on a hardwood floor
From a dream about how your dress
Hangs off of your little breasts
I'd rather be dead than call this song
"How I lost your respect" but god bless or get neglected
And I'll see you when the sun sets east,
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If you grew up with white boys
Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno
Cause they want something that their dad don't got
Then you know where you're at
Mortaring your earholes shut in a rush with wet coke
In a Starbucks bathroom with the door closed
On booze, I'm left in residue and confused
Like the first time you used soft water
Down on my luck, caught unaware
Like Houdini when the last fist struck
If I'm sinking in, laughing at something sunken in, I am.
Sucking dick for drink tickets
At the free bar at my cousin's bat mitzvah
Cutting the punch line and it ain't no joke
Devoid of all hope, circus mirrors and pot smoke
Picking fights on dyke night
With shirlies and lokes and snatching purses
Doing Elton on karaoke and forgetting all the verses
Blowing kisses to disinterested bitches
Playing lead lay in a bad way on Broadway
Sending sexy SMS's to my exes new man cause i can
On the road trying to break an old van
Eating pussy for new fangs, I am, what the hell
Using Purell till my hands bleed and swell
Missing Mel at a Motel 6, I'm unwell, if
If I'm sinking in, laughing at something sunken in, I am.
It feels exciting, touching your handwriting
Getting horny by reading it and repeating poor me
Intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
At the R. Crumb exhibit, I wonder who's sicker
Jerking off in an art museum john till my dick hurts
The kind of shit I won't admit to my head shrinker
Not even in a whisper to my own little sister
I just act like a dick and talk shit when I'm with her
Aught six, I'll say the Friday before Easter
Was not good, I cried to myself in the pisser
And with you in the front row at the Silver Jews show
And you act like you didn't notice, my fear of the bear
At Showbiz Pizza when I saw six was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this
If I'm sinking in, laughing at something sunken in, I am.
At Jacob Han's on tour I wake up
Hung over on a hardwood floor
From a dream about how your dress
Hangs off of your little breasts
I'd rather be dead than call this song
"How I lost your respect" but god bless or get neglected
And I'll see you when the sun sets east, don't forget me
just a heads up : a life changing song was called what catholics call this day. it’s unreal how timeless it is (at least to me)
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Bob Cousy - One of Basketball's Greatest Bob Cousy, also known as the “Houdini of the Hardwood,” named after magician Harry Houdini says much about his style of play and how he became one of the pioneers of modern basketball. Former Celtics owner Walter Brown described him, “Bob Cousy is to basketball what Babe Ruth was to baseball.” What is it that made Cousy such an innovator and one of basketball’s greatest players? Just as in business, the secret to being successful is much in the person that you are and what you do with your opportunities. Robert Joseph C...
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