DO NOT STOP WRITING THIS!

DO NOT STOP WRITING THIS!

I stumbled upon this chapter tonight and went back to catch up on the series, I’m sorry I didn’t leave feedback for every chapter but I was totally hooked and wanted to get to the next part.

This is a truly fantastic story. Richard is very believable, as is Julia’s decent into the complacent victim (I’ve been there). Your Jai is awesome - you’ve got my heart all a-twitter now over this!

I will make a few recommendations, I know I always appreciate it when folks give me some so hopefully you will too. The only ‘issue’ I found with the story is at times there are minor typos or loss of tense but nothing a beta couldn’t fix - I know when I try to re-read my work to edit it for some reason it always sounds perfect in my mind but my beta can always see things I can’t. The second recommendation is (if you don’t have one already) try opening an account on a site just for fan fiction. Tumblr is great but I’ve noticed it’s hard to get real comments going and you really only end up with hearts. I’ve considered publishing my stuff on here but I’ve just been dragging my feet on it. There are several sites I can recommend that I do you use or plan to soon that I think would help you get more feedback and engagement.

If you’re interested in the recommendations, using me as a beta or just asking that I fan girl gush over every chapter please let me know!!

Painful Secrets- Ch. 3 “Catalyst”

TITLE: Painful Secrets Ch. 3 “Catalyst” CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 3/?? of Painful Secrets. AUTHOR: bookwarm85     WHICH JAI/CHARACTER: Jai & OFC, OFC&OMC GENRE: Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Romance FIC SUMMARY:  Julia Abbott is a well-respected artist in the art community of LA, she has a boyfriend Richard Clarke who is working towards a promotion at a top PR firm, she has an amazing best friend Jai Courtney who is an up in coming star in the film industry…but she also has “Painful Secrets”, Will her secrets come to light? RATING: MA WORDS: 1,391 NOTES/WARNINGS:  WARNING! Graphic descriptions of abuse are in this chapter. You have been warned.

3 Months Later

Julia’s POV

Jai and I have not spoken since that night, Jai has called and texted me every day trying to contact me , but I refused to respond, when Richard threatened to kill Jai I believed him and I refuse to let that happen.

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Is there going to be more?! I never thought of buy into the premise/pairing but omg I'm hooked and I'm dying for more!! @theartofimagining13

“Skinny little bitch” - [Michael Fassbender/Tom Hiddleston - One shot]

Based on: Imagine: Tom finding out that you ran into Michael’s arms as soon as your relationship with him was over.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Song referenced in title: “Skinny Little Bitch” -Hole.

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June 15 2016.

I’ll never forget it. It was the day my husband broke my heart.

He and I had separated almost a month ago but I was still hopeful, I thought he’d suddenly realize that we couldn’t live without each other and he’d apologize but god was i wrong… I was a fool.

I had just arrived home from the supermarket and gotten my mail on the way there. Bills, a magazine subscription, and a photograph which was sent anonymously. That goddamn picture made my heart race in the worst possible way.

It was clear to me that after only 3 weeks, Tom had already found my replacement. How could he? I wasn’t even thinking, I was sweating and I was cold at the same time, suddenly the house suffocated me and our pictures in the living room seemed to stare back at me, mocking me.

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Possibly the best wrap up of a fic ever (though it does leave some questions - if Owen is a baby does that mean in the nine months of pregnancy Kaitlyn met a guy, fell in love and got married? Or is ‘baby’ a relative term? 

As much as I don’t want to see a sequel (because this one is so perfect) I kinda wanna see the details!

Hey, Bartender 3

*I finished early and there was some nameless begging so I present part 3 of my little Boomerang Trilogy. We pick up during the next phase of Boomerang/Kaitlyn. I hope you all like it (warning: Don’t hate me). There is SMUT because well…I wanted it. Here is where you can find part one and part two. Time for me to run away….:).* 

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“I don’t want ya. I want the other Sheila.”

“Well sorry but she-”

“I WANT KITTY!” He yells at the top of his lungs.

You freeze as all the patrons turn to stare. Turning around you see Boomerang’s steely blue eyes boring into you. With a slow inhale you walk over to the agitated brute. When Boomerang sees you approaching the side of the bar he smiles in victory.

With a click of your tongue you spit out, “What?”

“I don’t like being ignored.”

“You weren’t. Hailey is very capable of serving you beer.”

He begins to raise his voice, “No way to treat ya customer or ya lover.” Once again, curious patrons start to notice his disruptive behavior.

You motion to the backdoor, “Not here. Meet me outback.” Boomerang was not known to back down from an argument and you rather not have witnesses.

Stepping into the alley, you internally brace yourself for the impending dispute to follow. Over the past few weeks the two of you had been at each other’s throat.

“Women always gotta be pain in arse. Why ya mad this time, love?”

“Maybe because you disappear more than Houdini!”

He smirked, “Gettin’ soft on me?”

“This isn’t a joke Boomer!” You yell and throw your head back in frustration.

“I thought it was pretty funny,” He deadpans with a shrug. He takes a step towards you but you quickly move out of reach.

His face morphs into distain as he processes what happened. “Ya suddenly don’t like having me close or touchin’ ya,” his eyes narrow and his lips form a snarl, “Is there another bloke?”

“What?! I’d ask if you were crazy but we already know the answer.”

With stealthy speed he grabs both wrists pulling you to his chest. His blue eyes find yours before he leans down to ghost over your lips with his own. “Tell me Kitty,” he says in a low voice.

With a pause, you look up at him blinking back the sudden tears. “I’m just tired Harkness.” You nervously run fingers through your hair before asking, “What are we doing here?” Gesturing between the two of you.

“Havin’ fun, love.” His retort strikes a nerve and you are abruptly filled with rage. "No, you listen here  shitbag. I’m done. I will no longer be just a warm body you curl up to at night.”

The Captain raises his eyebrows at your outburst. He rubs his mutton chops as he steps towards you until you can feel his breath on your cheek.

“Ya don’t mean that Kitty.”

Quickly glancing away from his stare, he pulls your chin forcing you to look at him. “Remember who’s the bad guy here. I tell ya when we are done.” The words were laced with malice but the look in his eyes implied that he was concerned.

Leveraging your hands on his massive chest, you push yourself back.

“This was clearly a mistake. I’ve got to get back inside.”

Growling in frustration, “Come on Kitty, let’s just go home.”

“Home? Do you even have a home? If so, where is it? I’d love to see it.”

His displeasure spreads across his face and he starts toying with his lighter. Turning to look at you, he discharges, “Mate I’m really not in the mood for this shit.”

“And that makes two of us, George.” You fire as you walk back inside.

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Your body tenses as you feel the bed shift beneath you. You feel his sculpted body against your back as his heavy arms encompass you. He whispers against your neck, “I’m tired of fightin’ Kitty.”

You softly whisper, “Me too.”

“Ya can do better than me ya know?” You crane your neck back to look at him.

“Without a doubt,” a small smirk creeps on your face. Moving your hair to the side, Boomerang softly kisses your temple. You roll over onto him. You steady yourself by placing hands on his fury chest. His large hand cups your cheek and his thumb slowly traces your bottom lip.

The two of you pass the moment staring at each other. You reach up to run your hand through his mutton chops, and he nudges encouraging your touch, eventually kissing the inside of your wrist. His hands find their way into your hair as he pulls towards his lips, capturing you in gentle yet passionate kiss. Boomerang impulsively rolls the two of you over placing himself on top. Leaning back on his heels, he traces his fingers down your arm picking up your hand and kissing it. With his eyes locked on you, he gently places your hand on his chest before leaning down. Boomerang’s lips devour yours; his tongue exploring your mouth, neck, and ears. His fingers pull at your tank and you sit up pulling it off. His mouth moves to your breast licking, sucking, and biting at the fleshy mounds. Gripping his strong biceps and writhing in pleasure from his skilled mouth, you pull Boomerang toward you. He smiles before running his tongue along your bottom lip in addition to gently pulling it with his teeth. A small moan escapes your mouth as he whispers, “My Kitty.” His hands trace down, cupping your butt with his large hands before pulling down your underwear. He gently opens your legs and guides his thick digits over your folds. With lust filled eyes he asks, “Ya ready for me?”

“Yes.” Was all you were able muster before he starts to rub his hard erection over your entrance and then slowly easing himself into you. He places his forehead against yours looking into your eyes while slowly pumping in and out. Your hands pull at his hair and rake down his back at the pleasurable sensation.

“Captain, don’t stop.” He nibbles your neck while maneuvering you on top and never losing contact.

“I want to see ya Kitty.” You slowly start grinding him and he releases several curses. One hand is at the small of your back and the other is firmly gripping your thigh. His hips meet each thrust. You can feel your walls tighten as you near release, and his grip indicates he is close as well. Boomerang pulls you down for a passionate kiss and your climax follows. Sitting up to ride out the wave, a low groan and erratic thrusts lets you know he has finished. You collapse on top of him and the two of you drift off to sleep in a warm embrace.

The warm bask of the sun radiating through the open curtain wakes you up. A smile creeps upon your face as you replay the evening with Boomer. Your arm flings back searching for him but only discovers his absence. Sitting up and sliding off the bed, you pull the sheet as you look for any sign of the Aussie. Slowly spinning round, clutching the sheet you realize the space is empty of his presence. As the realization sets in, you sink to a pile on the living room floor.

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Walking towards the exit to your car, you are startled by the sight before you resulting in dropped keys. The sound causes the man to turn around and notice you scrambling at the floor. You stare into the familiar blue eyes as you slowly stand up. A small smile forms in the corner of his mouth. The thumping in your chest is so loud that you are convinced Boomerang can hear it across the way. A disruption causes you to turnaround and you see Stefan, your husband, carrying the baby. Stefan gives you a bewildered look.

“Why are you still standing there?” You look over your shoulder to find Boomerang gone.

Shaking your head you release as small laugh, “Nothing…well…kinda of.. but it’s silly. I swear I saw a ghost.” He rolls his eyes in response and you lightly elbow him as the three of you continue to the car. Once everyone is buckled in, you can’t shake the feeling that you are being watched. As Stefan pulls away from the curb you notice Boomerang. He is watching you from across the street leaning against a building and pensively playing with his pinky ring. You maintain eye contact while biting down on your lip hopeful to stop the quivering and keep your tears at bay. After you can longer see Boomerang, you exhale not realizing you had been holding it in.

Stefan glances over and touches your leg, “Kaitlyn, baby, are you alright?”

You feebly nod your head. Loud cries erupt from the backseat and you are grateful for the interruption.

“Momma’s right here.” You reach back and the small hand immediately latches onto your pinky finger. With your index finger you gently stroke his cheek. “Shhh…don’t cry my sweet Owen. It’s okay, I promise.”

Heartbreaking from the start (Floyd!!!) @diplulmaris-antarctica if you believe me or not is up to you but you are truly one of my favorite writers. Everyone one of your stories has managed to rip my heart out and dance on it (damn you! *shakes fist*) but that’s what a writer is supposed to do. When you’re getting complaints and requests for more or a better ending then you know you’re truly touching people. I only have one ask, no more animal killing in the future okay? The human killings are hard enough!

BFF

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This, OMG this <3 

we’re not broken, just bent

this fic was requested by my friend sin in my old blog and it’s inspired by lady antebellum’s “need you now”. title from pink’s “just give me a reason”. this is hurt/confort and i hope y’all like it!

You were watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on TV when it happened.

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THIS.

Thank you so much for articulating this so beautifully. It’s something that drives me up a wall, makes me very uncomfortable and lose touch with stories because I can’t just get over it. 

I hope that women realize that 50 Shades of Grey was NOT a book about domination and submission, it was a book about abuse and sexual assault. It just seems like this theme has come up over and over since the Grey novels hit shelves and it truly makes me hope that any woman interested in D/S play (or BDSM, or any sexually motivated play) does real research before jumping into the pool. 

If life truly imitates art then writers should be responsible and write responsibly. That means keeping in mind the words ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or even pushing away all mean something isn’t right and whatever is happening needs to end immediately. 

Consent is everything.

i just want to touch on something that is one of my pet peeves as a writer and human being. if you are writing a fic or anything and you have any respect for your characters and their sexual natures… 

if one of the characters says “Stop” in any way during an intimate scene then the other character should stop unless they are intended to carry out a sexual assault. 

for one character to say stop and the other to not listen is just degrading to their relationship. i don’t usually throw my opinions out there often but this is important. 

it’s not sexy. 

now. if one character is hesitant towards the other character’s advance but not committed to turning them down you can write them as shy or uh.. well hesitant.

So instead of:

“…Eric, stop.” I breathe against his cheek as he has me pinned against the wall. I’m pushing against his chest, but he won’t move. “You won’t be saying that in a minute.” He whispers, sliding his hands down and pulling my dress up.

Try:

“…Eric, I don’t think we should be doing this.” I giggle breathlessly against his cheek as he has me pinned against the wall. “I think I can change your mind.” He whispers. 

“giggling” is a positive reinforcement and acknowledgement that subject A isn’t uncomfortable, but slightly nervous. And subject B (eric) isn’t being a fucking lurker when he says “i think i can change your mind” rather than blatantly telling subject A what she’ll be saying. 

I understand the dominant mentality is desirable in a character such as Eric but there’s a fine line between Dominant and Fuckhead. 

Consent is important in real life. It is just as important in literature.