i had to edit cause this is such a good angle

Heaven is Hotter Than Hell

Characters: CastielXReader, ft. Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 2200

A/N: Jealous!Cas with a hint of Dom!Cas for extra spice. Public sex. Adult/NSFW/18+ readers only smut warning!!! A little fluffy, because I don’t know how to write Castiel without the fluff. I am not ashamed of this.

Effervescent laughter rose above all else – the din of bar conversation, the clinking of glass, the sloshing of alcohol, and the classic rock humming on repeat from the jukebox. It needled at the patient reserve of the angel isolated in a dimly lit corner. Castiel’s steel-blue eyes smoldered – fixed on the raven-haired man in a well-fitted suit situated at the bar – lids burdened with disdain.

Bouncing hair flirtatiously tossed, teasingly dragging your lower lip through biting teeth, fingers playing with the lapel of the man’s coat, you exuded virility.

The delighted pitch of your giggle pierced the seraph more painfully than any angel blade could – fuel to the flame, his fiery gaze flared, the wrath directed towards this stranger barely contained in tightly wound muscles primed to snap. Cas observed you dance this dance before – the choreography a festering lesion seared into his memory. Next, you would excuse yourself on some pretext to reapply needless makeup and straighten already perfectly mussed hair. Upon returning, you would whisper an offer meant only for the stranger’s ears, yet also perceived by angelic ones – an invitation to call it a night and join you in your motel room. The rare evening such as this one, witnessing you escape the rigors of the hunter life into a stranger’s arms, was nearly overwhelming. The angel seethed with envy, longing for those words to be uttered from your honeyed lips – spoken only for him. But you didn’t look at him that way, and never laughed so freely when he spoke.

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Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 

“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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BTS - Wings Inspired Jackets

Jeon Junkook - Begin

“You Make Me Begin”
If you look close the word “hyung” is written in one of the 6 tears. A tear for each of his brothers. The small sprout is meant as his young days as a rookie and then growing up, growing wings that are strong despite the scratches and struggles.
Model: https://www.instagram.com/camiinwonderland1/ (AKA ME ) 

Park Jimin - Lie

“Caught In A Lie”
I always pictured it as you know crossing your fingers behind your back and then being tied as you were “caught” in the lie …a snake and a appel going back to the trailer that was posted.
Model: https://www.instagram.com/pookaprincess/

Kim Taehyung - Stigma

”Are You Calling Me A Sinner?” 
I had honestly a hard time with this one … while trying to “picture it ” I must have drawn 10 different designs that changed…having my sister listen to my rambles sure helped. I wanted to somehow also get the the whole wingless angle part in it. 
Model: https://www.instagram.com/amaris_cosplay/

Min Yoongi - First Love 

“So Don’t Let Go of My Hand”
Legit this song makes me wanna cry…having had to read the lyric and hear it so many times has made it to one of my favorite in the album (EVEN THO ALL ARE GOOD OK 
Model: https://www.instagram.com/rottenjayj/ (AKA BEST SISTER AND HELPER LEGIT COULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT HER….she’s my rock (no joke ) 

Kim Namjoon - Reflection 

“I Wish I Could Love Myself” 
This was yet another song that was hard to picture and too a lot of going back and forth…until i woke up in a cold sweat with the idea. I wanted all the jackets to have some kind of “call back” to the BS&T MV or the small trailers they did for each of their songs. 
Model: https://www.instagram.com/sable_eye/

Jung Hoseok - Mama
“I Learned Passion And Sincerity”

This song despite its fast beat is super deep… and in a lot of ways it’s easy to understand what he means. Most of us want to be able to give back to those who believed and supported us when nobody else did. We’re all dreamers right?
Model:  https://www.instagram.com/amaris_cosplay/

Kim Seokjin - Awake 

“I Want To Run, Just A Bit More” 
THOSE VOCAL OK MORE OF JIN AND RESPECT HIM MORE OK PLZ. So yeah  I kind of had to somehow try to get his face on this jacket..idk why …I dont always qustion my brain when it get’s indeas. (SO GOOD ) 
Model: MY ROCK https://www.instagram.com/rottenjayj/ 

PHOTO/EDIT: https://www.instagram.com/aagaard_svendsen/
DESIGN/MADE: https://www.instagram.com/camiinwonderland1/

My main inspiration in fashion is music….and since I’ve loved BTS for so long and the “WINGS” album got released I got this idea. “Why not make a jacket for each song? All of them black and white but with different cuts and one different paint color that stands out ?” So that’s EXACTLY what I did ..I can’t say it was easy each jacket took me about a month (outside school and work ) to design, sew and paint (YES THEY ARE ALL HAND PAINTED WITH FABRIC PAINT)

Honestly doing something like this is scary as AF…cause we all understand and Imagine the lyric differently and this is only my take on it ..it might be totally wrong…BUT I thought that since the boys are in USA now I would show my support as well as how they really do inspire others! (WELP IM OFF FOR A ALL NIGHTER FOR SCHOOL WORK WISH ME LUCK RIP SEE YA )

i’m talking about you - harrison osterfield

Pairing: Harrison x reader

Requested by: Anon

Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do a Harrison x reader kinda thing where they meet for the first time or something and there’s lots of fluff ??¿??

*Note: I will NOT be posting tomorrow (September 1st)! It’s BOYCOTT TUMBLR DAY. Regular posting will be on Saturday (September 2nd), and since I’ll have time to write tomorrow, I’ll be posting quite a few things on Saturday :-) 

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Localization CG Error

So while playing part of the Chapter 5 localization just now, I was pretty surprised to discover that one of NISA’s “CG fixes” actually made things… a lot worse. As in, completely made the biggest trick in the trial impossible and confused the facts of the case pretty badly.

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Originally posted by kuromel

Part 2 of OVERCOME

BACKGROUND: You start teasing Jungkook in a library. What starts out as a game to test the young boy ends up back firing.

GENRE: Purely smut, library sex, youngerboy!au

Authors note: Told you guys I was thinking of making a part two. Nothing but sin for Jeon. Tell me what you think! Will edit errors later. 

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My Writing Masterlist

  Okay, since a lot of people are asking for tips to write good plots and shit, I’ve decided that was time for me to post my writing masterlist. Honestly, I barely use it anymore because I recorded all of the tips on my mind from using it so much.
  It’s succinct, basic and all you need to fix the problems that most of writers have, had or will have while writing. Most of it I took from here and added my own tips and shit that I know from experience. Hope you find it useful!


- Do not repeat the same scenarios very much, and if necessary, talk / look at the room in different ways.

- DESCRIBE, DESCRIBE, DESCRIBE. The details are important to transport the reader to the scene. PLUS: please, details. (Exemple: you are in a forest. What kinds of trees are around you? Are they tall? Thick? Does the character recognize them?)

- Make use of all human senses - touch, taste, hearing, sight, smell. USE THEM.

- Do my scenarios have duality- sometimes, an ambiguous nature? (For example, my character may love the church where she was married, have fond memories of it, and still feel the sense of betrayal because her marriage has become ugly.

- Tell what your character feels about the room around him. This is important.


- Are all the characters present? (Would it be better if my character had a mentor, best friend, romantic partner, etc …?)

- Do not overdo the amount. Use the characters you have. The excess will only create confusion in the reader’s head.

- If your character changes attitude during the story, SHOW THAT TRANSITION. Do not make them homophobic one day, and the next, the supporter of LGBT + causes, for example. If that happens, the impression you will leave is that your text is inconsistent and there is only one name for it: sloppy writing.

- CREATE FAULTS, PROBLEMS, MORAL CONFLICTS TO YOUR CHARACTER. This is life and if conflicts do not exist in your book, the characters will not give the idea of being true and deeply complex, as human beings really are.

- Create manias, addictions, be they verbal and / or attitudes. Does your character have the habit of saying “type” or “right” all the time? Does he wake up and always brush his teeth before and after breakfast? SPECIFY. This will help in creating a reality around the character.

Careful, this is very important (and basic).

- KNOW YOUR DAMN CHARACTER!!!! If he has addictions, you have to know beforehand. If he is agitated, calm, angry, patient, talkative, antisocial … you have to know.

- Make your characters different. Yes, that sounds like an obvious thing, but it’s not. Make them easily identified by their ways.

- DESCRIBE, DESCRIBE, DESCRIBE # 2. Physical type, hair, eyes, nose, thickness of the mouth, neck, fingers and hips are key points in describing a character. (Plus: I always describe hands because I like hands and I think they are a window to the soul. You can say a lot by people’s hands.)


- Is it universal enough for readers to find interesting? Note that a conflict becomes much more interesting to a reader if it is something that he must deal with in his own life.

- Is the resolution of the conflict satisfactory? Do not make the conflict settle with the old “Then I Woke Up” chat. This is poor and sloppy writing. The climax of the story is gone and the reader loses interest. Be complex.

- Do you have minor conflicts? Most stories require more than one conflict. For example, a protagonist will often have an internal conflict as well as an external conflict. He may also have a love interest. He may have conflicts with nature, with God, and with his companions. So, as an author, you must create a series of conflicts and decide how each grows and is resolved.

- Show the personal growth your characters go through to solve the problem.

- How motivated are my characters to solve their conflicts? Characters that will go to extremes are needed. We have radicals in life, so we’ll have radicals in the story.

-My protagonist has an identity conflict? At the heart of every great story is a character who sees himself as something - charming, heroic, wise - while others around him perceive him as something else - socially desirous, inept, foolish.


- Is your tone appropriate for the tale? For example, let’s say you want to invest a little humor into your story. You start with a joke. Do you keep the tone throughout the rest of the tale, perhaps plunging the mood inside, scene after scene?

- Do each of your characters speak with their own voices? You will need to do a dialog check for each character before you finish.

- Do you have an omniscient narrator? Keep the writing style the same throughout the whole story then.

- Do you dig deep into your protagonist’s POV so the reader can follow your thoughts and emotions? If not, is there a good reason why you neglected to do it?

- IMPORTANT: Is there any music in your writing? Do you want it to be? Ernest Hemingway once said that “all great novels are really just poetry.” With that in mind, listen to the sounds of your words. Consider modifying them as needed to adjust the meter and emphasis you need. Change until you like to read your text aloud.

- Do you use powerful metaphors or similes to add beauty and resonance to your work? (If not, you’re in trouble. Your competition will.)


- Is the basic idea of your story unique and powerful? (For example, if you enter a story about a young man fighting space pirates, it probably will not do well - unless you come up with some New technology or angle that puts you above all other space-pirate tales.)

- Do you establish your characters quickly? We should probably know who the story is in one or two scenes, and we should probably be introduced in a way that tells us something important about the characters.

-  Talk about where your character is in all the scenes. Do not skip it just because you already mentioned the place.

- My story intensifies through the following scenes, with conflicts that widen and deepen?

- Does my story go well? Do I have a climax that really is exciting? Is the result different from what the audience expects?

- Your story has an open or closed end. Decide, then you must work so that all events lead to that final moment if it is opened. If it is closed, you have more freedom to finish well after the book’s climax.


An anon asked me if I ombred the hair in my icon, and I did not lol. Another anon asked me to make a tutorial for how I made the ombre in the icon, so I am making a tutorial for it for the 3rd time cause the other two times I tried the images broke and i didn’t save them so I had to redo the photoshop process :/ this time I saved them

Step One:

A). Go in game and make your sim. Find the base hair color you want and I recommend downloading some recolors of that hair so that you have more options for the ombre. 

B). Go through some poses and find the one you want, then pause CAS using the ‘cheat’ casclockspeed 0

C). Now find the angle you want for you screenshots. I normally just do the basic front angle. After this, click on the hair and it will zoom you in to the sims face, zoom out to however far you want, but make sure the hair category stays open.

D). Take your first screenshot with the color you want the base/root/natural color of the hair to be. Then (without clicking on anything on the sim) go in the hair category and find the recolor or the other color you want your ombre to be. DO NOT CHANGE ZOOM, CAMERA ANGLE, OR ANYTHING.

E). Select the 2nd color and screenshot, you may want to take a few extra screenshots of a few different colors so you have more options.

I am choosing these two:

Step Two:

A). Open both screenshots together in photoshop, with one layers ontop of the other.

B). Delete the backgrounds and add a new layer on the bottom with anything u want it doesn’t really matter okok:

Step Three:

A). Using the soft eraser tool(with 100% opacity), erase the top of the hair and keep going down until you get to where you want the ombre to stop.

B). (Optional) I turn the opacity down to 20% and go over the area where the ombre needs to fade to give it a slightly more fading effect. But it is fine without it imo

C). Merge the two sim layers and do whatever normal editing you would do to your photos

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Uneasy || Grayson Dolan

SUMMARY - on tour, Grayson gets a lil sick  and doesn’t know what to do, so he calls you up.

WARNING - nothing, just cute fluffy Grayson.

WORD COUNT - roughly 1,000

AUTHOR’S NOTE - requested by an anon. i hope you like it and have a good day my lovessss.


Grayson paces his hotel room as Ethan sits on the corner of his bed, watching him. They were in Chicago, and had just finished up a show. Tomorrow, they would set off to their next destination. There’s only five more shows on the American leg of the tour until they come back home to Los Angeles, where she’d be waiting for him. 

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phlushot  asked:

Hey man, what advice do you have for getting the perfect lighting for pictures? Whether it be indoor, sunset or in the middle of the day. I saw your most recent picture with Tatiana and it's great! Rich colors and nice lighting. I know you're not on this site as often so I really appreciate you getting back to me!

I really would love to cover all the major lighting situations but they’re honestly so many but I’ll stick with the two major ones I find myself in, which you also mentioned, indoors and middle of the day/direct sunlight.

Based on when you sent this, I’m guessing you meant this shot of Tatiana

Full size here

Just for transparency, she’s sitting in her living room in front of this window

So it’s a single light source allowing a ton of light into a concentrated area in an otherwise dark room. This particular day was pretty cloudy but while some people would shy away from shooting on a cloudy day, clouds actually act as a light diffuser so it’s level. I have Neutral Density filters (0.6, 0.9) for super brought days, they’re like sunglasses for my lenses, but cloud achieve the very same effect. 

Okay so she’s sitting about two feet from the window in the white chair which I wanted to use for object contrast. Oh, the shots in this post are all with a Canon 1D X Mark II with a Canon 35mm 1.4L II. The exif from Tatiana’s shot is ISO 1600/1.6/125th of a second. The reason I used the white chair is because I knew from the job it would stand out along with her robe and those two in the foreground would set her apart from the background, on top of me shooting at 1.6 which is gonna net me good subject from background isolation. Originally, she was sitting with her legs down but I asked her to put her feet up so the chair could frame her. 

I was shooting in Live View mode where I use the camera’s LCD screen to frame the shot cause I had to hold the camera slightly above where I can comfortably shoot without needing to stand on something. I was also shooting in Aperture priority and my metering was pattern/evaluation. If you don’t know what metering is or does, you really should take the time to look into it. It’s how your camera interprets the amount of light coming into the frame and adjust shutter speed or aperture when shooting in programmed modes.

As far as setting up the shot, that’s pretty much it. Now, the before and after

I can’t begin to go through each and every step of the editing process, but this is actually a leftover preset I made from her previous shoot that happened to roll over to these shots nicely. It’s not that I’m opposed to making new presets but I enjoy color and grading consistency across sets. It’s kinda why if I take a snapshot of my recent Instagram post, the same tones and colors appear across the board. 

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On the flip side of things, shooting outdoors. I do not encourage shooting with direct light on people unless you’re extremely comfortable and want the challenge for the sake of learning more about your camera and your abilities. Instead position the person, or rather, angle yourself facing the sun so they come between you and the light source too they become backlit or lit from the side. So the shot

Full size here (worth looking at and zooming into)

This shot was actually a bit of a unicorn shot in that, the set up wasn’t anything out of my ordinary. I THINK I was shooting with the Canon 50mm 1.2L, she was sitting on a bench in a random park and I was sitting on the floor. The sun is right in front of her (if she were to look directly ahead) but the neat thing is her hair shaded her face. You can see the harsh light on her hair but her face is evenly lit in the shade. The before and afters

This shot was good right off the camera so I created brand new presets for her cause I wanted to be as delicate as possible while bringing out as much as I was comfortable doing in the image. I shifted the orange (entire red spectrum) of color for the image and its why her skin went from neutral to having a pink tint  but it’s meant to accompany the sky.

I think that just about sums it up. So again, Canon 1D X Mark II, Canon 35mm 1.4L II, Canon 50mm 1.2L, 0.6 and 0.9 ND filters, all editing done in Adobe Lightroom. 

I know you asked about lighting but I figured it would lend some context to mention a more general approach. Hope it helps.

anonymous asked:

so you obviously ship katsuyu and I didn't even know there was such a ship (please forgive ignorance of kacchako shipper ^^") so I've got a question - what made you ship them? any specific moments in manga? cause your art kinda made me like them as pair so I want to know more about katsuyu :>

Hello! thank you very much for you kind words! ^-^)/

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edit 01: “Keep Reading” since the post is starting to be very long.
edit 02:  New hints. New wording.
edit 03:  High Katsuyu content, as much as spoilers if you are not updated.
edit 04:  Excuse my grammar, I’m trying to improve it
edit 05:  Anon, I’m truly sorry for turning your question into a Manifesto post TT

here we go then: 

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Good Girl 💦

Originally posted by lowmans

Originally posted by blog-w-benefits

Request: Imagine being Happys favourite Diosa girl and one night he breaks into your house after killing someone because he needs some to take his adrenaline out on.

Warnings: Smut & Daddy kink. 

I haven’t edited this so if theres mistakes i apologise in advance.


Happy walked through the double doors and glanced around the room.
A few girls in tight dresses were scattered around the room but none of them was the one he wanted.
He walked to the desk.
“Is (y/n) here?”
The red head behind the desk looked up, startled by his silent approach and his rough voice.
“Uh yeah, she’s with a client. But heres a list of the girls that are free this afternoon.”
She offered him a leaflet but he shook he put out his hand to stop her, having no interest in the other girls Diosa had to offer.
She’s with a client.
His jaw clenched. It was your job. But the thought of another mans hands on you wasn’t sitting right with him and he wanted you now.
Just as quietly as he had entered the building, Happy moved into the hallway unnoticed.
He stopped by the first door. He could hear a girl moaning inside but it wasn’t the right moans.
He could recognise those anywhere.
The next door was the same, and the next.
Happy moved to the last door on the left. It had to be the one.
He was thankful that he didn’t hear her moaning and he gripped the door handle tightly.
The door slammed open and she jumped off the bed, still clad in her lingerie.
The older man lying on the bed leapt up, clutching the sheets to his naked body.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” She screeched at him, running forward and trying to push him out of the room.
Happy held her to his side, holding her arms down so she couldn’t lash out at him and he snarled at the man.
“Get out.”
The elderly man hurriedly dressed and scampered from the room.
Only then he released her. It was a mistake.
She lifted her hand and slapped him across the cheek but Happy didn’t flinch.
“The fuck was that, Hap?! He’s my customer!”
“I dont like other people touching you.”
“Im not yours, for fucks sake! This is my job! You just lost me my highest paying customer!”
She yelled at him while she grabbed a robe and wrapped it around her body.
“I’ll give you money.”
She scoffed. “I don’t want your money. Get out.”
“I want you.” Happy said and stepped towards her.
“Get out.” She repeated her words and Happys eyes darkened slightly.
With one step he closed the gap between them and brought his hands to her cheeks, crashing his lips against hers. He held her face in his large hands as she tried to resist and after another moment he pulled away, releasing her and he stormed out of the room, leaving her to catch her breath.


You had always been a light sleeper.
So it was no wonder shot upright when you heard your front door close.
With a glance to your bedside dresser you checked the time. 1.37am.
You pushed back the covers and silently got to your feet, wearing only a tank and your panties.
As quietly as you could you opened the drawer and reached for the gun Happy had given you earlier in the month.
Tiptoeing across the room you pulled your robe off the back off your wardrobe and slung it over your shoulders before opening the bedroom door.
You took a deep breath and gripped the gun tightly in your hand.
When you heard a thump coming from downstairs you crept to the staircase.
There were no lights on and you paused for a moment, allowing your eyes to adjust tot he darkness.
Silently you crept down the stairs your gun cocked and ready.
The living room was empty and you could see a faint light coming from the kitchen.
You crept forwards, your heart beating rapidly and you pressed your back to the wall and peered into the kitchen.
A figure stood in the centre of the room, the light from your open refrigerator allowing you to make out the shape of a man.
With one final deep breath you swung into the room, aiming your gun at the dark figure.
“Freeze mother fucker!”
The man turned to you and from this angle you could make out more of his features.
You flicked the lightswitch and the room lit up.
Happy Lowman looked at you, your carton of milk half way to his mouth and blood splatters on his white tshirt.
“Freeze mother fucker?” He raised an eyebrow. “Really (y/n)?”
“I thought you were an intruder. You are an intruder.” You said, waving your gun around.
Happy placed the carton of milk on the counter and stepped towards you, taking the gun from your hands.
“What did I tell you when I gave you this thing?” his voice was gruff and stern.
“For your protection.” You mimicked his gruff voice.
He wasn’t amused.
“The other thing.”
You rolled your eyes. “Shoot first, ask questions later. Are you saying I should have shot you? Cause I mean I could, if you want.”
A ghost of a smirk crossed his lips and you smiled smugly.
“You hurt?” You asked, glancing down at the blood spatters on his white tshirt.
He shook his head and met your eye. They were darker than you’d ever seen them.
“So why exactly are you breaking into my house at this time of night?”
“You want me to break in earlier next time?”
“Was that a joke, Happy? Wow. I didn’t know you had it in you” You teased, leaning against the wall as Happy walked back to the milk and put it back in the fridge.
He closed the refrigerator door and walked back to you, his hands dipping between the fabric of your robe and landing on your hips.
“I need you.”
With those words something in the air changed and you could feel the intensity, almost sense the adrenaline pulsing through him.
Electricity hung in the air and you gulped before looking up to meet his burning gaze.
“You just gonna stand there or are you gonna do something?” You challenged him, heat already building within you from anticipation.
Happy licked his lips and a wicked smirk came to his face.
He stared down at you, his eyes lowering to your full lips before flicking back up to your eyes.
Without warning he crashed his lips against yours and moved with yours in harmony.
He lifted one hand from your hip to your neck and he stroked your skin softly with his thumb before gripping your throat.
His body pressed against yours, pushing you further against the wall and you whimpered when he pressed his bulge against you.
Your fingers tucked into the waistband of his jeans and you pulled him close to you as his tongue explored your mouth.
Without warning you pushed him away and he removed his hand from your neck.
He looked at you, his eyes full of lust and hunger and you smirked back at him.
“Come on,” You whispered.
You pushed past him and flicked the lightswitch, turning the light off and you swayed your hips as you walked up the stairs.
Happy stalked after you and when you reached the landing you pulled the robe from your shoulders and dropped it to the floor before continuing to your room.
He watched the way your ass moved beneath your panties as you walked and when he reached your bedroom he shut the door behind him.
You turned to face him, suddenly feeling small as he walked towards you, hunting you down and undressing you with his eyes.
Many times you’d laid with Happy, but this time felt different somehow.
The way his eyes lingered on you and the urgency in the air sent shivers down your spine.
He moved past you and sat on the bed, pulling you towards him.
You went dos straddle his legs but when he shook his head you shivered once more.
He pulled you onto the bed and you knew exactly what he wanted.
You laid across his lap face down, your ass in the air and he was quick to rub your cheeks.
Without hesitating he brought his hand down on your ass, making you hiss.
He rubbed the spot gently, your skin already reddening. He spanked you once more on your other cheek.
“You made me angry today, little girl.”
He slapped your ass again and you squirmed.
“I’m sorry.” You said, knowing full well you were the one that needed an apology but you were so turned n you didn’t care.
He slapped your ass once more, a little harder this time and you gasped.
“Im sorry, daddy.”
He rubbed the stinging spot on your skin before bringing his palm down against it once more.
Happy tugged your panties down your thighs, not bothering to pull them fully off your legs.
You wriggled your ass, wanting to feel him inside you, desperate to feel him inside you.
He ran his hands up your inner thigh and over your core.
One finger slid between our glistening folds, already wet for him, and he moved it from your entrance to your clit.
You let out a moan, and an involuntary jerk and Happy smirked as he watched you react to his touch.
His erection was pressing into you and ti only grew harder as he dipped his index finger into your wetness and spread it over your clit.
You moaned again as he moved his finger in circles over your clit, pressing lightly against you.His spare and was on the small of your back and he held you down while he worked his finger around you.
“You like that, little girl?” He growled.
You moaned in response and his touch left you. A harsh slap came down on your ass and you gasped, the pain turning into pleasure as his finger returned to your core.
“Use your words.”He scolded you.
“Yes daddy.” You bit your lip as his finger teased at your entrance.
He dipped a finger into you, and caressed your stinging cheeks with his other hand.
He pumped his finger in and out of you a few times, making your back arch.
Suddenly he pulled his finger from you and moved beneath you, signalling you to let him up.
You knelt back on the bed and Happy stood, turning back to you.immediately.
He pulled his shirt from his body and tossed it to the floor.
His hands cupped your face and he pulled you til you were kneeling up straight and you licked your  lips as you looked at his bare torso.
He ran his thumb over your lip before offering the finger that had been inside you and you wrapped your lips around it, sucking any trace of you from his finger.
“Good girl.”
The corners of your mouth turned up and you fluttered your eyelashes at him.
Happy pulled his finger away and pressed his lips to yours in a rough kiss before pulling your tank over your head.
He admired your breasts, his fingers squeezing your nipples before pushing you back against the mattress.
You fell back against the sheets and watched eagerly as Happy fumbled with his jeans, letting them fall to the floor.
He tugged his boxers down his thighs and stepped out of them, his large member springing free
When he knelt on the bed you bit your lip, the hunger burning fiercely in his eyes.
Happy took hold of your knees and pushed them apart, spreading you open for him.
You raised your hips, desperate to feel him inside you and Happy smirked.
“You want this, huh?” He gripped his cock and stroked himself.
Happy glared at you before grasping your hips and yanking you down the bed closer to him.
“WHat was that?” He hovered over you, his breath hot on your lips.
“Yes daddy.”
He dipped a hand between your legs, making you moan as he checked how wet you were for him.
Clearly satisfied by your slick folds he took hold of himself once more and pumped himself slowly.
You writhed on the bed, desperate for his touch, for his feel, for him.
“What do you want baby?”
“I need you Daddy.”
Happy nodded and licked his lips, eyeing your glistening folds.
“Need me where.”
You spread your legs further and ran a hand over your clit. “I need your cock inside me, daddy.”
Happy growled as he watched you run a finger over your clit and he moved your hand away, replacing it with his tip.
He watched as he ran the head of his cock between your folds, coating it in your juices, teasing you.
You bucked your hips and he moved it back to your entrance.
Happy lifted his eyes to meet yours and he never shifted his gaze as  he pushed himself inside you.
You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as he filled you and he gave you a moment to adjust to his size.
His thrust began slow, letting you feel every inch of him slide in and out of you and each time he entered you he pushed a little further, allowing you to feel his whole length inside you.
“Youre pussys so tight, baby.”
His words made you moan and he gripped your hips tightly, digging his fingertips into your skin.
You didn’t care how sore, or how bruised you’d be in the morning. The only thing you cared about was this moment.
Happy began to thrust harder, his pace picking up and when you moaned in pleasure he started thrusting faster still.
You could hear how wet you were for him, his skin slapping against yours and the sound of his ragged breathing only turned you on more.
“Fuck yes, daddy!”
Your walls were pulsating around him and you could feel your orgasm building when he pulled out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness.
He rolled you over and you got on your hands and knees while he knelt behind you.
With a few quick slaps to your ass cheeks he lined himself up at your entrance and rammed himself inside of you, making you gasp.
You collapsed onto your elbows and Happy took hold of your hair, pulling you back up onto all fours.
“You like it when I fuck you rough, little girl?”
“Yes Daddy.” You moaned between breaths as he picked up a relentless pace, thrusting into you hard and fast.
He still had his grip in your hair and he pulled it tighter as he slid into you.
When he moved his other hand from your hip and reached down to rub your clit you let out a load moan.
His finger rubbed circles over your clit while he thrust into you smoothly, his pace quickening as he felt your walls begin to clench around him.
When he pulled your hair a little harder you pushed off the bed, kneeling now and he yanked your body closer to his.
His breath was on your shoulder and he released his grip on your hair only to wrap his hand around your throat.
“Your so wet for me.”
You moaned and turned your head to meet his gaze.
His grip on your throat tightened and you choked out another moan as his finger moved faster around your clit.
“You gonna come for me little girl?”
You attempted to nod your head but his grip on your neck proved it difficult.
He didn’t wait for an answer though and when he moved his lips close to your ear and whispered “Come for daddy.” You lost all control.
Your eyes rolled back as your body trembled, shivers running all over your skin as waves of pleasure rolled over you.
Fire burnt through you and with his fingers still on your clit he rode out your high, feeling you only get wetter around him.
You could tell he was almost there and you pulled away from him, quickly turning and dropping down in front of him.
You licked your juices off his cock, making him moan and he took hold of his cock while you held out your tongue.
He pumped his cock a few times before coming in your mouth and you closed your lips around his cock as he released. You swallowed his load, only a drip escaping form the corners of your lips and you wiped it with your thumb before licking it off.
You collapsed against the sheets and Happy lay down beside you, both of you catching your breath.
When you got up tp shower happy stopped you.
You looked at him quizzically and he shot you a wicked smirk.
“I aint done with you yet, little girl.”


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International Baking Competition: Avengers Edition

A/N: this was written for @bucky-plums-barnes writing challenge. My prompt was “now I’m claiming you as my prize” I hope you enjoy it.
Warnings: it’s Bucky people, there’s smut. He never behaves for me. Also language but again, it’s Bucky.
“I win doll and now I’m claiming you as my prize” this is definitely not how you saw this day going. You started the day fighting with Bucky as usual and now you’re slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while he heads towards his room and you’re not fighting it. What the fuck?!

If you’re honest though, you know how this happened. You and Bucky have been at each other’s throats ever since you met. You just couldn’t help giving each other hell. Y'all were drawn to each other yet clashed. So anytime a bet or a competition came up, it was guaranteed that y'all would be going against each other.

Of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by the team and y'all were thrown together at every opportunity. Everything from game nights to missions, it was guaranteed that y'all were a team. What sucked is you made a damn good team. Both knew when to lead, when to follow. When to punch your way out, when to think your way out. Y'all were perfect, too bad you couldn’t stop fighting long enough to see it.

Loki had had enough, he already barely slept, to have his sleep disturbed by arguing was simply too much to be born. Someone had to do something and it looked as though it fell to him. There was only one thing to do, it wasn’t going to be fun, he wasn’t proud. But if it meant he slept, he’d do it….he’d ask Tony Stark for help. The god can’t help the shiver running down his spine.

Who knew a simple baking competition could cause such mayhem? How was Loki supposed to know that Bucky was some sort of gourmet baker? He’s the god of Mischief, not the god of knowing everything people!!

It started so innocently, Wanda baked a cake, Sam gushed over Steve’s cupcakes and before anyone knew what hit them, Steve and Bucky were thrown into a baking competition. You of course sided with Steve, the prize was undetermined. Whoever baked the most drool worthy dish, won.

Steve of course baked his amazing cupcakes that he’d learned from DumDum.  Bucky however, baked his mother’s secret recipe. A tunnel of fudge cake. Poor Stevie never stood a chance. One bite had Natasha moaning, the rest of the team quickly descended on the cake. They took no prisoners, there wasn’t a crumb left. Bucky was declared the winner & finally yelled “fuck it” before throwing you over his shoulder and leaving the room.

So here you were, hanging like a sack of potatoes while the man who was supposedly your enemy walked to his room. You couldn’t deny your excitement. Bucky was intoxicating, there was so much tension you could hardly stand it. Bucky was a force to be reckoned with just by himself, coupled with an ego boost? He was lethal.

He barely waited for FRIDAY to unlock the door before busting through it and shifting you to press you against the wall. “Y/n why do you hate me?” “I don’t Bucky, I just can’t be in a room with you without wanting to rip your clothes off & it pisses me off.” “FINALLY, we actually agree on something.”

His lips crash into yours in a desperate kiss causing every thought to fly from your head and before the two of you even realize it, you’re both on the bed. Your clothes are scattered across the room along with Bucky’s. Bucky rolls on a condom before crawling up your body, pausing to leave a kiss over your heart, “I wanna taste ya so bad doll but right now I gotta inside ya.” “please Bucky, I wanna feel you.” both of you moan as he slowly fills you, pausing to let you adjust to his size. You can feel him stretching you, filling you. He rests his forehead on yours letting you feel each other, finally he begins to move. His thrusts are agonizingly slow, every time he thrusts in fully he grinds against your clit.

You try to be quiet at first but Bucky soon realizes this and he’s not having it. He slides his right arm beneath you to angle your hips and buries his left hand in your hair before setting a brutal pace, the headboard slams against the wall with every thrust. You don’t even notice it though because Bucky is hitting your g-spot with every thrust and you’re moaning loudly, no longer caring if anyone hears you.

He slides his left hand between your bodies & as soon the cold metal touches your clit, you’re flying. You feel a growl rumble through him when you pull his hair and he cums hard, barely managing to not collapse on you.

After cleaning both of you up, Bucky lays back down and pulls you close “ok, so you definitely don’t hate me.” “No, I don’t. And you obviously don’t hate me.” “Oh I definitely don’t. What do you say doll? Wanna give us a chance?” “I think that sounds perfect Bucky.”

Suddenly there’s loud banging on the door, “we’re glad y'all seem to have worked out your issues but can you please keep it down? Guys?” Tony doesn’t get an answer, at least not in the form he was hoping for because Bucky is already kissing down your body, pausing just long enough to smirk up at you before burying his face in your core sending you flying again in no time.

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The Recruit (Chapter 26) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 104, Part I”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Aiden Breen, Annika Sadik & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: WATCH ME then read below. Also, huge thanks to @dylnsobrien for being very kind and allowing me to use the gif of Mitch taking the picture. Also thanks to @obriens for the last gif. That shit is just downright beautiful. Many, many thanks to both. 

Summary: The mission to intercept an arms deal with potentially globally catastrophic consequences begins, and Mitch has his first interaction with the man known as ‘Ghost’.

Chapter Twenty-Five - Chapter Twenty-Six - Chapter Twenty-Seven

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“You’re backup. You’re gonna cover my ass, Rapp.” Stan said as you, Stan, Aiden, and Mitch disembarked from the plane on the tarmac at Ataturk Airport in Istanbul.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And nothing more. Don’t fuck around with me, Rapp.” Stan warned, glancing back at Mitch, who was walking next to you, behind him and Aiden.

Yes, sir.” Mitch said dryly.

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Let’s Prank Him

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Ratting: I guess PG-13

A/N: soooo my imagine for you tonight was gonna be different but then I distracted myself from writing with girls pranking their bf videos and……..this happened.

You pressed record on your video camera, not sure where you were going to post this yet but all your fans and his fans were suggesting it and you were bored so why not? 

“Hey guys,” you spoke into the camera. “So,’ you smiled and giggled, covering your mouth, "Tom’s been in China for the past couple of days for the um, Spider-Man movie premiere and I’ve been reading your guys’ comments on my social media and a lot of you were saying to prank Tom that I am pregnant and guess what? I’ve fallen into peer pressure and now I’m gonna do it.”

"They said they were gonna land in about an hour or so, Haz just texted me, so I gotta go ahead and prepare.” You looked around the apartment; everything was clean and organized, thanks to you tidying it up a couple of days ago and managing to keep it like that. You really were a low-maintenance girl. “I mean I don’t really know how to prepare. Should I fake a pregnancy test or… I don’t know, I guess I should just mentally prepare.”

You stopped the video, knowing you were going to edit it all in later and texted Tom. Then you turned the camera back on again. “Okay, so I just texted Tom, telling him that he shouldn’t bring Haz or anything back to his apartment because… you know, that’ll be awkward.” You heard a ding come from your phone. You laughed, looking at the text. “He just said ‘Okay.’ He probably thinks I have something planned for him if you know what I mean. Well it’s not that buddy but I promise I do have something planned.” You turned it off.

You hit record, talk-whispering. “Okay so Tom just said he was in the car to the apartment so I’m gonna go ahead and set up the camera. I think I’ll set it up-” you gestured in the direction, “-behind that little plant we have on the coffee table in the living room and we’ll see how it goes. I laugh a lot and I’m definitely not an actor so hopefully it goes well enough that he’ll believe me and get some… reaction out of him. This is for you, Hollanders.” You pointed into the camera, play-frowning a little bit and pressed 'Stop.’

You set the camera up beside the little potted succulent on the coffee table, aiming it towards the entrance. You took a step back and sat on the couch, where you would tell Tom to “Sit down, we need to have a talk” and tilted your head this way and that, making sure it looked inconspicuous as possible. Then you walked toward the door and glanced at it from that angle. You could hardly even see it! Yes! As long as you didn’t laugh in the middle of it, this was going to go perfectly.

You went and hit record on the camera. “Come on those theater classes that I took in high school, don’t fail me now.” You whispered into the microphone and sat on the couch. You would cut out the time you had to wait, or maybe just speed up the footage.

Your phone dinged again and it was Tom. You showed your screen to the camera and mouthed, “He’s here!" 

Luckily, the remote wasn’t too far away so you quickly turned the TV on, acting like you weren’t just talking to a camera and got comfy, snuggling up with the throw blanket. 

"Y/N, I’m home!” he called. He propped the door open with his foot to roll in your luggage and you popped up from the couch. His tired voice almost made you feel guilty for what you were about to do. He probably just wanted to change into his pajamas, cuddle up with you, and go to sleep which honestly sounded pretty good to you too. Your heart was pounding so much, you felt that Tom would see it and the prank would be ruined anyways, why not just forget about it?

No. You really, really wanted to do this. You’ve been alone for days and needed this. You never pranked anyone in your life before and it if this one went well, you would feel so good. 

You walked up and hugged him. “Hey babe, how was your flight?” You said rubbing his back but remembering to stay in character so you were acting kind of timid. Your shoulders tensed.

“Oh, it was alright,” he said, coming fully into the apartment now and you helped with the door, closing it as he set his luggage down and took off his shoes. “So what did you want to talk to me about, love?”

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling and you would’ve combed a hand through your hair, though you had put it up in a messy bun. “Right um…” you said as casually as you possibly could. You gestured silently to the couch. “Can we…..could we sit first?”

“Of course, are you alright?”

You two rounded the couch to sit and you wanted to say yeah but you stumbled around the word, think what was the most natural thing to say in this moment was. What would you do if the camera wasn’t rolling and this was real?

“No,” you decided upon, hand brushing across your forehead. You sat facing him on the couch. He put one hand on your thigh immediately.

“Darling, what’s wrong? Is something wrong?”

You briefly nodded and he scooted closer to you, widening his eyes in concern.

 "Baby, what is it? What’s on your mind?“ 

You did’t know what came over you but the the way he was staring at you with his perfect, brown eyes and his thin lips slightly parted and the fact that he called you baby (which he almost never does, only when consoling you, like now) made your eyes well up with tears. You looked down and started to pick the fabric on the couch. Great! This was really gonna be believable now!

"I um… I don’t…I don’t know how it happened,” you sniffed. “I mean well,” you looked at the ceiling, “I know how….I just can’t…”

“Baby, baby, look at me. What’s wrong? Did someone do something to you? Did I do something to you?” The fact that he thought he did something to you made you cry even more. He looked so lost and confused like a little puppy. 

“No, no,” you laid a hand on his thigh, furiously nodding. “You…. I just don’t how to tell you… I’ve been freaking out all this time you were gone. If the press ever found out about this…”

“Found out about what?" 

You looked right into his eyes and took a feigned, shaky breath. "I….. the reason I didn’t want Harrison to come over tonight was that I um…” you didn’t know where you going with that sentence and he was looking at you expectantly, almost causing you to break so you decided you were just gonna say it. “I’m pregnant.”


And utter.


Tom’s eyes were huge though you knew the camera wouldn’t pick up on it.


You nodded.


You nodded.

“B-but…. we used a condom…?”

You looked down, covering your mouth with your hand because you almost smiled, and forced more tears to come out of your tear ducts. “I know…” you murmured. “I know, I know…this is just really bad for you career and you have five movies coming up that you still need to shoot, so it’s okay if I’m alnoe with the baby and -”

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

You looked at him. 

“My career..?”

“Well yeah. I mean,” you wiped an eye. “Everyone’s gonna be freaking out about this. Not just your family, I mean, we’re not even married yet. We’re not ready.”
He stood up from the couch and started pacing slowly in front of the camera, running his hands through his hair. 

“A-are you mad at me?” You asked softly.

“Mad at you? No. We both did this.”

Another round of silence.

“When did you find out?”

“This morning, when I took the pregnancy test.”

“How far along are you?”

“I don’t know. We could go to the doctor’s and find it. They can also check if I’m really pregnant or not. Although those tests rarely give you a false positive and I did miss my period a few-”

“You missed your period? Why didn’t you tell me?” He almost snapped.

You were taken aback. “Well, I guess it’s not something you tell your boyfriend.”

“Yes! It is!” He sat down next to you again. “Darling, if you miss your period, I need to know. Because whether if it’s just stress or… or a chance that you could be pregnant, I need to know these things so you can get the attention you need.”

Oh my God. That made you cry even more.

“Well, I didn’t want to stress you about it. You were already busy with the premiere and having fun…. I figured there was nothing to worry about. Plus, you broke your nose… which you’re a fucking idiot by the way, for doing it again.”

You paused.

So,“ you started carefully. You had to end this before Tom had an aneurysm.

 "You’re not leaving me?”

“Why would I leave you at a time like this?”

“Not even after I tell you this one more thing?”

“What 'one more thing.'”

You couldn’t help it now; you stretched a big-ass smile all across your face and pointed to the camera. Tom quickly followed your finger and saw a red light poking out from behind the pot. "Oh my God!” He started laughing. But… was it nervous laughter? Relief? “OH MY GOD!

He came to the camera and you plopped down to the side on the couch, holding your stomach, laughing your ass off.

"This was a prank?” he asked, though he knew the answer.

“Yes! Yeah it was!” you said through bouts of laughter.

“Oh sweet mother of Jesus!” He walked out of frame. “Whew!”

“Were you freaking out?” You said smiling as you sat up again.

“Yes I  was!”

You grabbed the camera and filmed him. 

“Babe, my heart was pounding so much. I thought you were gonna notice.”

“Mine too after you told me! I was screaming WHAT THE FUCK on the inside. I was surprised you could keep a straight face with all the laughing you do.”

“Yo, I thought I was gonna laugh in the middle of it and throw it all off. Did you know your fans told me to do this?”

“They did not!”

“Uh bitch, wanna see the comments?”

He laughed again. “Oh my God. That was good. You got me there.” You hugged him. “Oh my God.”

“Love you!” you squeaked. “Well guys, I’d say that was successful.”

“Yes that was very successful.” Tom exclaimed from out of frame, getting his luggage and taking it to his bedroom. You turned the camera toward him. “I can’t believe you guys wanted me to freak out like that.”

You faced the camera toward you. “Well, I’m gonna go now. I hope you enjoyed watching this video. I know I had fun pranking my boyfriend. Yes! I can’t believe it worked! I hope this was all you dreamed for it to be and-” you came close, whispering, “let me knew what you want me to do next because this was actually super fun. Okay, bye!” You turned it off, placing it on the coffee table and went to the kitchen, getting yourself  drink of water. Your tummy still had butterflies in it and year heart was calming, but you were still on that high from laughing so much that you didn’t even notice Tom’s strong arms wrap around your waist. He swayed you both side to side.

“That was hilarious, darling,” his breath tickled your neck. “But maybe one day, I hope it won’t be a joke.” You felt him smile against your skin and this time it was his turn to laugh at your expense.

Shocking Your Reader without Undermining Character

I think there is an important lesson that can be learned by examining a particular part of ACOWAR through the lens of a writer and exploring how, if it was approached from a different angle, it could solve some of the issues readers are having with characterization while still fulfilling what I believe Maas was hoping for. 

Spoilers ahead. I’ve written this in a way that I hope will be clear even to those who have not read the book (or have no interest in doing so) for the sake of communicating my point. Cause in the end, this is less about the story and more about writing as a craft.

We’re going to talk about the Eris reveal.

The goal of that moment was pretty clear, based on how it was structured - Maas wanted to end the scene on the sudden, shocking revelation that Eris was the missing member of the Court of Nightmares meeting. She wanted a moment where you would gasp, go “wtf, what is he doing there?!” and then feel compelled to dive into the next chapter. It’s a very commonly used tool implemented by many writers.

For those unfamiliar - Eris is a man known for his cruelty. He has been established as taking part in the abuse of two characters that are both written as sympathetic and people that the protagonist cares about (Lucien and Mor). Mor is present at this meeting. It is instantly made clear that she was not informed that he was invited. The sight of him is extremely triggering and her emotional turmoil throughout the scene reinforces to the reader that Eris is a Really Bad Guy. Not exactly something we needed reinforced, given that he tried to hunt down and capture/kill the protagonist earlier in that same book, but… ok.

So the goals of that moment were:

  1. Surprise us with the reveal of Eris.
  2. Make Mor’s reaction reinforce the sense that they are making a deal with the devil.

The thing is, this could have been achieved without having Rhys blindside Mor with Eris’s sudden appearance into the scene.

As these books are written from a first person POV - if Maas wants to surprise the reader, she has to make certain that it’s with something that Feyre either doesn’t know or carefully does not mention to the reader (the second one is a bit of a gamble, because if it isn’t done perfectly, it feels like a cop out). Having Eris’s entrance be a surprise is dependent on Feyre not knowing about it ahead of time - not Mor. There is no reason in terms of story structure to surprise Mor with that. 

And if Maas had made it so that Mor learned off-screen that this was going to happen, then she could have used that to increase the tension before the reveal happens. Feyre can notice how stony-faced Mor looks, how straight-backed and mostly silent. Feyre thinks it’s just because she’s having to face her father (another one of her abusers) and yet something feels different. She’s seen Mor with her father before - seen her glare the man down, holding her composure. But Feyre notices there’s a slight tremble to her now. She’s rattled. She’s not only angry but frightened. And her eyes keep darting to the empty chair at the table, her lips pursed tightly, her brow furrowing as she’s clearly trying to school her features into not revealing what she’s thinking/feeling. And seeing this, even tiny little moments like this, would instantly get the reader wondering who will fill that empty seat. It will increase their anticipation for the reveal that they now know is coming. Mor is a warrior - she is not a woman who scares easily - so something that gets that reaction out of her must be terrifying. The Court of Nightmares is full of monsters - perhaps we’re about to meet one of them. Given the setting, you’d still never assume that it would be Eris - so the surprise would still hit the right mark.

So by choosing not to let Mor know - Maas not only made Rhys seem incredibly heartless concerning his friend’s feelings, she also passed up on a really good opportunity to play with the reader’s expectations. 

And if Feyre was upset at being left in the dark (which is necessary in order to surprise the reader), Rhys and/or Mor could explain that Mor did not want anyone else to know. It would be made clear that Rhys came to her with the proposal to use Eris as an asset, explaining why it was so important, and even though every part of her is repulsed by the idea - she ultimately chose to agree - to protect Feyre’s secret and to gain an ally for the coming war. Because if Maas really wants to keep hammering on this idea that Rhys is all about choice - this would have been a perfect opportunity to do so. He gave Mor the choice whether or not they work with her abuser and it was her choice whether or not to tell the others. 

I think the takeaway here is that when you’re editing a draft, it’s not just a matter of fixing typos or changing a few words around here and there. One should really examine the text to see if there are potential moments there that you didn’t see before in your outlining or first draft stage. Maas gave herself a really powerful tool - the ability to raise the stakes with a subtle detail that would not detract from the main action of the scene - and she failed to use it. Either this was a conscious choice (because she really wanted to feature retraumatizing Mor) or she simply did not see that she’d set herself up for something much more powerful that would have kept Rhys more in-character (or at least, more fitting with the sort of character she keeps telling us he is).

Late Nights Part 3

Part OnePart Two

(Changing the format because the other format doesn’t work for this anymore)

After a moment, Harry walked through the living room and into the kitchen. He figured he should find a snack before going to bed. When he saw the dinner table, he stopped. Seeing the dinner Draco had made and the way the table was set, Harry inhaled a sharp breath. 

Draco had made dinner; a romantic dinner. He had expected Harry to come home. Harry told him he’d be home. This was going to be bad, he thought to himself. 

Abandoning the idea of a late night snack, he made a detour to their bedroom. When he got to the door, he found it locked. Heartlessly, he tried Alohomora along with a few other unlocking spells he learned in auror training. To no surprise, none of them worked. He knew Draco wouldn’t make it too easy. 

Making sure to be gentle, he knocked and asked, “Draco?” Silence. He knocked again and said, slightly louder, “Draco.”

“Not now,” Harry heard from the other side of the door. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Come on, Draco. I’m sorry,” Harry pleaded. “It was-”

“Go away,” Draco interrupted. 

“Draco-” Harry started, but was cut off once more.

“Go away,” Draco repeated more forcefully. Harry ran an agitated hand through his hair. He took a few steps backwards and tried to calm his breathing. 

“We should talk about this,” Harry finally said. Suddenly, he heard foot steps from inside the room. Success! The door was yanked open by a glaring Draco. Immediately, Harry felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Draco’s clothes were ruffled and his eyes were red from crying. However, there was still a storm of anger showing in his eyes that made Harry take a step back.

Talk? You’re bloody ridiculous. I can deal with you working twenty or so hours every day for the whole year, but today? You couldn’t come home just one day?” Draco spit out. His hands were flying as he talked, making him look completely hostile. As he talked, Harry grew more confused. Later, he grew to regret his next words.

“What’s so special about today?” he asked. A murderous look came over Draco’s face. His mouth dropped open, before closing again and forming a thin line. Harry was sure he’d drop dead just from his glare. 

“Please tell me you’re joking,” Draco said. The words came out calm and steady, despite his urge to strangle the man in front of him. At Harry’s complexed expression, he turned around and went back in the room. The door was still wide open, so Harry followed. 

“Of course I know what today is,” Harry tried to salvage himself from the ship wreck he caused. Draco turned a sharp gaze to Harry. “It’s, er… a bir-?” He stopped at Draco’s scoff. Then, Draco took a trunk out from their closet and Harry’s blood ran cold. 

“What are you doing?” Harry asked incredulously. Draco ignored him as he started to pull clothes off their hangers and into the case. “Draco,” he said. Draco turned on him with a clenched jaw and a hard stare. 

“Five years ago,” Draco grit out. “I had to force you out of my coffee shop for the third time that week because you wouldn’t leave until I closed. It was raining and I was locking the door. That’s when you ask me for dinner. And when I looked at you…” Draco’s voice had lost its anger and by the end of his tirade,he was whispering. 

“…I kissed you,” Harry finished, finally cottoning on to the situation at hand. For a moment, they just looked at each other. In Draco’s face, Harry could see how hurt he was. He was sure Draco could see the regret in his eyes. Then, Draco turned back and continued to pile clothes in the trunk. 

“I have a good excuse,” Harry tried a new angle. 

“Hmm?” Draco asked. He was tired of fighting. Especially when he was the only one who seemed to care. 

“It was Hermione and Ron - they’re getting a divorce. Hermione was upset and Ron was drunk and-” Harry tried to explain. 

“-so you put their relationship before ours,” Draco finished. There was no venom in his voice; just, oddly enough, acceptance. Harry stopped for a second before continuing. 

“It wasn’t like that,” Harry said. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. 

“I’m going to stay with Mother,” Draco said as he closed the trunk and secured it with a lock. Harry knew he needed to do something now. Anything to get Draco to stay.

“No, don’t-” Harry began, but Draco held a hand up. With a shake of his head, Harry knew there was nothing he could do. 

“I need some time alone,” he said. With that, Draco grabbed the trunk and apparated with a crack. Harry stood, staring at the place Draco was standing moments before. 

He really messed up this time. 

Part 4 here

Don’t wanna dance alone (Peter Quill x reader)

A/N: This is the last part of this series unless you can convince me to do more. I mean it took one demand to prompt me to start writing this in the first place so I guess I’m easily swayed, but yeah for now I want to leave it at this and focus on getting the rest of the stuff I’ve written edited and posted. Ugh my resolve is already breaking and I haven’t even posted yet. Okay just enjoy the thing and let me know what you want next. My ask box is more available than me circa 2008-2011.

Part uno, dos, tres, cuatros, cinco

Warnings: language, Groot cuteness, the guardians being the best bros in the galaxy, no violence this time, other than that just the inference of sex

Originally posted by food-oriented

“That is not her power, fool. She is in a stasis. She has to…” Gamora looked at Peter for the words.


“I thought it was more like transformation.” Rocket was scratching his head and using the butt of his gun to poke the chrysalis.

“So we break her out then.” Drax stepped forward.

“No!” The others shouted except Groot who just said “Groot.”

“She breaks herself out?”

“I guess we wait?” Peter looked to Gamora.

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Trying Girl Products Gone Wrong (Brennen)

Anonymous requested: Hey I was wondering if you can made one with Breenen where he’s trying girl products. They have a pregnancy test and the reader playing around says she wants to try one. Little did he know she was about to prank him. So she takes it and she shows it to him. Colby is in on it and you can do the ending. Thanks! If you don’t do Brennen you can change it to Colby please!!!

Brennen has been planning to film a “Trying Girl Products” video for a few days with you and Colby, and his growing excitement about the video tells you that it is the perfect opportunity for a prank. The day before filming, he has already purchased the products which are sitting in a CVS bag on his kitchen table. While he is busy editing a vlog, you creep over to the table and begin looking for the source of your prank, careful not to make any noise because all of the products are supposed to be a surprise for you and Colby. You pull out lipstick, nail polish, and some tampons before locking your eyes on a pregnancy test. “Perfect,” you think to yourself, “He will never see this coming.” 

After making sure that everything was back inside the bag how you found it, you pull out your phone and dial Colby’s number. “Hey, what’s up?” he says as he answers the phone. “Colby, listen, tomorrow when we film the girl products video, i’m going to take the pregnancy test he bought and pretend I want to see if it works or not, and make it look like its positive.” you giggle into the speaker. “Jesus,” Colby laughs. “He isn’t going to see that coming, but what if I ‘accidentally’ ask if it’s mine, like implying you cheated with me?” “Holy shit, Colby that’s intense, but its perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow, bring your camera so we can have another angle for when shit gets real.” “Right, see ya.” Colby replies and hangs up. 

The next day:

You are insanely anxious for this prank, and Colby is going to arrive soon. You sit on the couch, nervously pulling at the threads in your ripped jeans. “You okay, babe?” Brennen asks as he enters the room and plops down beside you, pulling your legs into his lap. “No, yeah i’m fine.” you answer and give him a smile. Just as you do so, there’a a loud knock at the door, meaning Colby is here. Brennen removes your legs gently and gets up, grabbing his vlog camera to film his entrance. 

While remaining on the couch, Colby and Brennen return to the living room, taking a seat on either side of you. You zone out as they do their intro, only snapping back when Brennen hands you a curling wand. “Do you really not know what this is?” you laugh. “I mean I know it looks like a dildo.” Brennen responds, smiling into the camera, causing you to laugh even harder. 

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally pulls out the pregnancy test. You shoot Colby a look, signaling that the prank is on. Colby nods to you and you turn back to Brennen. “Let me see if this thing works,” You exclaim, grabbing it from him. “Why would you need to use that?” Brennen questions. As you stand up from the couch you say, “Well if it says that i’m pregnant its not very accurate, is it? This is a cheap one too.” “You’re right, but hurry I need to do the outro.” he shrugs. 

You go to the bathroom and remove the test from its packaging. Taking a deep breath, you run tap water over the stick and put the cap back on. After the results show, you pull a marker out of your pocket and change the ‘-’ to a ‘+’. 

You walk out into the living room, shaking your head, test in hand. “This really can’t be right..” you say quietly to yourself. “What? Whats wrong?” Brennen questions you as you take back your seat between the boys. “Nothing is wrong, just do the outro” you say, attempting to hide the test. “No, let me see it,” he says as he grabs it from your hands. “What the fuck, Y/N, does this say you’re pregnant?” “Yeah” you say quietly, looking down at your lap. 

“You’re pregnant!?” Colby almost yells, causing you to jump and almost lose character. “Are you sure that you’re pregnant?” they both say in unison. “I don’t think the test would lie, Brennen.” You say harshly, looking up at him. Instantly he gets up and starts pacing around the room. As he does so, in a low voice, Colby leans in and asks “Do you know who’s it is?” “No, I don’t know, don’t do this with me right now” you reply sternly. 

The moment the sentence leaves your lips, Brennen stops pacing suddenly  and turns to both of you. “What the fuck did I just hear?” You look from Brennen to Colby, who is just sitting silently, with a shocked expression on his face. “Colby why would she need t-” Brennen stops mid sentence, looking back and forth from Colby to you, while you try to look as guilty as possible. 

“Is there some shit going on that I don’t know about?” Brennen yells. “Look, babe, we didn’t mean-” you begin and he cuts you off “Don’t give me that ‘I didn’t mean to’ bullshit!” he shouts as he knocks over one of his dining chairs. You flinch. “Look man, I’m really sorry, we didn’t want you to find out this way,” Colby begins, but he is cut off once again by Brennen lunging at him, tackling him to the floor.

You jump off of the couch “Holy shit, its a prank! Babe its a prank, stop!’ you yell and try to pull him off of Colby. “Dude it′s a prank, my camera is on the table!” Colby struggles. Finally, Brennen removes himself from Colby and looks at you. “Are you serious? A prank? You had to do it during my video?” He asks, but you can see the relief in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I had to but at least I gave you some good clickbait.” you reply. “Bro, I thought you were going to kill me” Colby laughs and Brennen says, “You mess with my girl and I will kill you, now lets do this damn outro” 

The three of you take your seats on the couch and you wrap your arms around Brennens waist and rest your chin on his shoulder, smiling at the camera as he explains what just happened. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Brennen asks as he looks down at you. “Yeah, Team Y/N.”