i should probably go to bed instead

Transition Scenes Are Important

So important. 

Why are they so important? I’m glad you asked.

“Transition chapters” or “transition scenes” are what I call those in-between times in the story. The parts that are in between the big Plot Points, in between the scenes that have lots of action and conflict.
You know the ones I’m talking about–nothing is really happening, because your character has returned home for the day and is making dinner before going to sleep. Or they’re working their day job before they can put on the mask and go be a superhero.

These scenes are important to include for a few reasons!

They show your character being human. Sometimes it’s easy to let our OCs get overpowered, or to let them be go-go-going all the time. If you show them collapsing into bed tired, or you show them nursing wounds after a fight, it humanizes them. These scenes remind your reader, “Hey, these aren’t infallible, 2D characters. These are people, that you should care about.”

Pacing. If your story is all plot all the time, things can (and probably will) end up feeling really rushed. I know you’re excited about your story, but take a moment to sit back and let the story really draw itself out. Let things unfold slowly, instead of rushing ahead madly.
I am guilty of rushing ahead madly, and am warning you from experience instead of from superiority: your story will be better if you remember to include a few down-time, transitionary scenes.

These scenes allow your reader a chance to breathe and relax. When you, the writer, take a step back, you are providing an opportunity for your character to recover from whatever hell you just put them through. And while this is important, it allows your readers to relax, too! They will sit back, let out a deep breath they hadn’t realized they were holding, and when they get to the end of the transition scene? They will be ready to dive right in again.

Including these scenes will boost word count, too. Whether you’re doing NaNoWriMo, trying to flesh out your story and bump that count up, or anything else, the equation is simple. More scenes = high word count. And when you’re running out of high-action, high-conflict scenes, adding in some transition scenes can balance the scales.

They include scenes for your characters to interact when there’s not super high stakes. High stakes are great, but some of the best characterization happen in the down times. I wrote a chapter once where my characters were resting after traveling, and I ended up writing a chapter full of puns (excerpt here). I never would’ve written that fun scene without taking a moment to pause and include a transition chapter.

So they might suck to write sometimes, but these transition chapters/scenes are really important! Consider going back through your work and looking for places to add them in; I know I sure had to.

If there’s ever something you want to see me post about, you want to ask me about my writing, you want to ask me for help with one of your own writing problems, or you just want to say hi, feel free to send in an ask! I’d love to hear from you.

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for your next story i vote you tell us the one where you tried to fight your reflection while on ambien. it sounds like a hoot.

so ambien can be a really good drug for people with bad insomnia. but when my doctor prescribed it to me, she looked me dead in the eyeballs and said, “take this when you are ready to sleep. keep it on your bedside table. when you are in bed, lights off, ready to go, take one of these pills. don’t take one of these pills at any other time.”

i was like, “yo, doc, recreational drug use is just not really on the menu. literally the most illegal thing i do is not put on a seatbelt in cabs.”

  • YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME, COPPERS!!!!

ambien was a really great temporary solution for me. i’d turn out the light, take the pill, and have crazy weird vivid dreams about dancing across the ocean to iceland and forming a professional wheelbarrow racing team with my RA, zach. finally i could sleep like a regular human person and not a crypt monster that only comes out at night to hiss at little children through their bedroom windows! “MOM DAD THERE’S A CRYPT MONSTER!!!” they would cry, but lo! i would already be gone, with my humpback and bearded chin, howling into the night.

  • haha, you dumb kids.

where it all went wrong was some random weeknight, let’s say thursday because it IS thursday, i turned out the light, took my pill, and rolled over to go to sleep.

“goodnight,” i said to my roommate, olivia.

“goodnight,” olivia said.

i closed my eyes. i could hear the samba music. ICELAND HERE I COME. but just as that sweet sweet rhythm began to take me over, i jerked awake and realized i had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN TO DO MY SCIENCE LAB.

so my options were as follows:

  1. go to sleep, and hand the lab in late. PROS: sleep. CONS: confront my deep-rooted use of grades as a reflection of self-worth.
  2. get up, do the lab, and then go immediately to sleep. PROS: LEAVE THOSE NEUROSES FOR ANOTHER DAY, SUCKER!! CONS: miss out on my sweet samba nights.

i obviously decided to get up.

  • haha “confront your emotional baggage”??????? what do i look like to you, a CONCIERGE???????

“are you… sure this is a good idea?” olivia asked.

“it’s gonna take me like, twenty minutes tops,” i said, with all the confidence of someone who had never been under the influence of drugs before. “please. i’ll be FINE.”

my desk at the time had a little light on it, and a mirror that i used to do my makeup in the morning. the rest of the room was still pretty dark. i put my head down and did my lab as fast as i could, convinced that there was some sort of secret mile-marker where if i was awake after it my body would liquify like alex mac and i’d have to spend the rest of my life on the RUN from SHADY GOVERNMENTAL ORGANIZATIONS.

  • in retrospect, this may have been the ambien already at work.

so i finished the lab, triumphant. i turned to tell olivia that i had mastered mind over body and could now sleep peacefully, when i caught the eye of my own reflection in the desk mirror.

except it wasn’t my reflection. i felt sure of this. i wasn’t looking at me in a reflective surface. i was looking at a different me in a different dimension. not just a DIFFERENT me but an EVIL me, a me who liked CELERY and LOVED AYN RAND and frankly thought we all needed to calm down about “EQUALITY” because there were BIGGER ISSUES, LIKE WHY DON’T I HAVE AN INDOOR POOL??????? THERE’S YOUR INJUSTICE!!!!!!

this evil me wasn’t content with her own dimension anymore. she wanted mine.

“YOU CAN’T HAVE IT,” i told her, jerking my head left and right to try and catch her in a trap. but she was good. she was very good. she mimicked me exactly.

“i can’t have what?” olivia asked, surprised.

“shhhhhhh, not you, i’m not talking to you,” i hissed. i looked at her—and THERE EVIL ME WAS AGAIN, THIS TIME IN THE WINDOW. i dropped the floor. “AVOID REFLECTIVE SURFACES,” i said. “THAT’S WHERE THEY CAN GET YOU.”

olivia, who by the way was one of those super chill people for whom a raised eyebrow is the mollyhall equivalent of removing all my clothes and throwing myself into a lake, raised an eyebrow. “who can get me?”

"the OTHER DIMENSIONERS,” i told her impatiently.

  • i should add here that this all seemed incredibly obvious to me at the time. like, the fact that olivia was QUESTIONING this seemed so preposterous to me??? OBVIOUSLY everything i was saying and doing made PERFECT SENSE.
  • NEVER TRUST A DOPPELGANGER, OLIVIA!!!!!!!

i popped up quickly, shook my body around like i was trying to see if there was any spare change rattling around in it, and then ducked back down. but EVIL ME was too quick. every motion was mirrored. 

HOW DID SHE DO IT?????

“i have to pee,” i announced, and crawled out of the room on my hands and knees, so as to not have to see any reflective surfaces. when i came back, olivia peered at me over the bottom of her bed.

“maybe you should go to bed now,” she suggested.

“WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU THINK I NEEDED TO GO TO BED?” i asked. “I FEEL GREAT. I’M GONNA FIGHT THIS BITCH AND I’M GONNA WIN!!! NOBODY PUTS MY DIMENSION IN THE CORNER!!!!!”

“okay,” olivia agreed, “but maybe you should go to bed, instead.”

olivia didn’t understand, though. i was finally seeing CLEARLY. i was at the start of a HERO’S JOURNEY. i was going to SAVE THE WORLD!!! it was dangerous, it was hard, and i’d probably have to hook up with a super hot guy at some point only to be BETRAYED to learn that he was WORKING FOR THE ENEMY, and then he’d come to my rescue at the last minute and say MOLLYHALL IT STARTED OUT LIKE THAT BUT THEN I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU and i’d be like “omg idk if i can forgive you” and he’d be like “look into my eyes 4 five minutes” and i’d be like “you’ve made a good point” and then we would ALMOST KISS but be INTERRUPTED by EVIL ME and then i’d have to fight her TO THE DEATH, and although at several dicey moments we’d all think OH GOD EVIL ME IS GOING TO WIN!!! she obviously wouldn’t win because hello have you SEEN A MOVIE BEFORE??? WHAT IS THIS, YOUR FIRST MOVIE??????????

anyway that was the plan, until—

when i woke up in the morning, all the blinds were drawn, my mirror was face down on the desk, and i had inexplicably color-coded the food in olivia’s snack bin.

BTS Reaction to you having menstrual pains

request: BTS reacts to their s/o having menstrual pains? (thought it would be cute) also, thank you in advance

[requests are closed]


❋ Kim Seokjin ❋

Jin would be the type of person would begin fussing over you even if you told him you were fine. He would want to skip practice just so that he could be there to take care of and probably spoil you. Just imagine Jin running to the store just to get your favorite candies and a movie for you to watch.

“No, I’m skipping practice. You need me!”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

❋ Kim Namjoon❋

Namjoon probably wouldn’t do much about it, unless it was extremely bad. He knew that menstrual pains came with having blood flow out of you, so there wasn’t much he could actually do. If it was really bad, Namjoon would probably get you some medicine or give you a small massage.

“Is it hurting really badly?”

Originally posted by ksjknj

❋ Min Yoongi ❋

This boy would cuddle you like there was no tomorrow. Even if he didn’t want to admit it out loud, Yoongi loved holding you close when the pain of mother nature hit every month. He would have you in his arm, holding you close as his fingers gently pressed into your abdomen in attempt to ease some of the pain. Yoongi would also be willing to get whatever you asked for.

“Come princess, let me hold you.”

Originally posted by hobjoon

❋ Jung Hoseok ❋

Hoseok would want you to be as comfortable as possible, despite being in pain. Expect him to make constant trips to the store and coming home with a bunch of stuff for you. Pads? Check. Pain killers? Got them. Movies and chocolate? Got those as well. Hoseok would be the person who’s trying to make you laugh so that you always had a smile on your face.

“Do you need anything else? Do I need to go back to the store?”

Originally posted by kimthwriter

❋ Park Jimin ❋

Jimin wouldn’t know what to do and would probably be scared to try anything. He’d probably go to the other boys for some help (in which they were no help at all because they’re just as clueless as he was).  Jimin would end up using google for answers just so that he could help you and prepare for next time.

“Umm, what should I do to help?”

Originally posted by nochuie

❋ Kim Taehyung ❋

Taehyung would probably call his mom for some advice on how to help ease the pain you had. He’d carefully follow whatever advice he had gotten, while also making sure that you were comfortable and supplied with not only food but with movies as well. Taehyung didn’t want you to move around much, so he would be pretty strict about you staying in bed.

“Yahh! Don’t move so much! I’ll go get you a heating pad.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

❋ Jeon Jungkook ❋

Google. That’s Jungkook’s answer for everything. But he wouldn’t just search up things like “how to handle period pains”, instead he would be searching up funny videos to help you get you mind off the pain. He hated seeing you in this state and would do anything to make you laugh or smile, even if it meant turning into memekook.

“Oh watch this!”

Originally posted by w-t-f-yes

From the Wreckage

summary: You and Bucky have been dating for a couple of years now. Lately, he has become extremely distant. You worry that the end of your relationship is in sight. - requested by anon. (want to make a request?)

words: 2,912

contains: angst? but it turns fluffy!  


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Originally posted by rohgers

I was losing him, and I didn’t know why, or how to stop it.

 I met Bucky about six months after he was accused of the bombings in Vienna. He had been all over the news – people debating whether or not the Winter Soldier was a criminal. People demanded he and Captain America be charged with treason, terrorism, basically anything they could think of that had even the slimmest chance of sticking. It was a debate that took over news channels for months and months. People wanted so-called justice, but no one could find Captain Rogers or his team.

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The Sexual Awakening Of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 25

Wow. After an excruciating dinner with the Malfoys, Harry and Draco must be craving something slow and sweet, right?  Comfort is one of the best things in a relationship; having someone who will treat you tenderly and attend to your emotional needs.  This chapter is all about Harry doing that for Draco.

With spankings and stuff.

So, uhm, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I hope you enjoy!
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(In case you’re interested in catching up, or want to start from the beginning, our masterlist can be found here: Virgin Draco Masterlist

Content warnings: Spanking, anal fingering, D/s play, inappropriate safe words (hahaha), anal sex, coming untouched, dirty talk and the beginnings to two very important talks.

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The Mystery of Y/N (Part 1)

Originally posted by archibald-andrewss

Pairing: N/A

Requested: Nope

Summary: You’re at a party when you mysteriously disappear. You’re friends work together to try and piece together what happened to you leading up to your disappearance. Little did they now they all know a part of the reason why. What happens when they find out the truth? 

GIF Not Mine

Part 1 -> Part 2


This is inspired by @slayxwolf‘s series ‘What Happened to Y/N’ which you should totally check out because it’s so freaking good (Part 1 is here)


Chapter 1 - Y/N POV

“So, Y/N you going to the pep rally bonfire tonight?” Veronica asked popping a fry in her mouth. You had all gone to Pop’s for a milkshake and burger to catch up after the summer.

“Oh, I don’t know.” You replied playing with the straw in your milkshake. 

“Come on, Y/N you have to be there. It’s a tradition to kick off the school year at the bonfire.” Archie chimed in. 

“Even I’m going, Y/N.” Jughead added. 

“Ugh, fine. I’ll go.” You reluctantly agreed. 

“Yay. So I was thinking we could get ready at mine.” Veronica addressed you and Betty. “And-.” Your phone buzzed signalling a text. Instead of going to answer it your eyes remained on Veronica who was speaking. 

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Jughead asked laughing slightly as normally whenever your phone went off you immediately pounce on it and reply straight away. 

“Huh? Oh yeah, it’s probably nothing.” You replied but Jughead gave you a quizzical look so you decided to check your phone. You tensed up when you saw the text. 

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” Archie asked. 

“Oh, err… yeah it’s fine.” You replied, your smile forced. “I should probably get going but I’ll see you tonight.” You gathered your things and walked away from the table and out of Pop’s before your friends had a chance to ask you any more questions. 

“Okay, that was weird.” Betty commented a few minutes after your sudden departure to which everyone nodded their heads in agreement. 

-

You were at Veronica’s house sitting on her bed whilst she helped Betty get ready for tonight. Instead of your usual bubbly self inputting your opinion like you always do when you’re getting ready at Veronica’s you kept checking your phone every five minutes and your knee kept bouncing up and down, a nervous habit you have. “Okay, enough.” Betty interrupted your thoughts causing you to stop what you were doing and look at her. “You’re making me nervous. What has gotten into you?" 

"Nothing.” You said a little to quickly. 

“I think what we need is a bit of liquid courage before we go.” Veronica suggested leaving her room and then coming back with a bottle of tequila with three glasses. She poured out a glass for her and a glass for Betty and another one for you. Instead of taking the glass you took the bottle out of the other hand and took a huge drink of it, wincing as the liquid went down. Both Betty and Veronica gave you a surprised look. 

-

The party was in full swing when you all got there. People were already tipsy but you weren’t behind due to the drinks you had at Veronica’s. You were greeted by the rest of the group who were already there. Archie and Veronica greeted each other by making out. Jughead was complimenting Betty and listened intently at her drunk ramblings. Kevin was dragging you to the makeshift dance floor telling you he loves your shoes along the way. You were moving to the rhythm of the music, swaying your hips as you danced beside Kevin. Your feeling of freeness soon changed as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket signalling a text. You stopped dancing for a moment and took a deep breath before you looked at the text. It told you to meet them in the bathroom. You looked up and saw a figure off to the side motioning you to come and follow them before they walked off. You told Kevin that you needed to go to the bathroom and that you wouldn’t be long. He nodded and carried on dancing, moving over to the guy who has been checking him out all evening. 

It had been an hour and a half when the party started dying down. Everyone was tired and drunk. Veronica was laying down, her head on Archie’s lap. Betty was by a tree throwing up, Jughead holding her hair back and patting her back awkwardly. Kevin came over, from his rendezvous, a huge smile on his face. His eyes flicked from each of his friends before noticing you weren’t there. “Hey, guys, when was the last time you heard from Y/N?" 

"Wasn’t she with you last?” Veronica asked, her arm covering her eyes as she was trying to go to sleep. 

“That was two hours ago. She told me she’d be back but I haven’t seen her. I just assumed she was hooking up with some guy but she hasn’t texted. I’m worried. It’s not like her to disappear.” Everyone went from disinterest to concern. Veronica got up from her position fast, causing her to be a little dizzy from the alcohol. Archie and Jughead looked concerned as well as Betty who stopped throwing up. 

“Let’s look for her then.” Archie suggested standing up holding Veronica up too. 

They branched out and started looking for you. Archie and Veronica looked around the bonfire and the field whereas Jughead, Betty, and Kevin took the other side. They looked and looked but found nothing. 

-

It has been a few days and you still haven’t turned up. A missing persons report was filed by your parents and Kevin’s dad was on the case but that didn’t stop the five of them trying to help find you themselves. The murder board they used for Jason Blossom’s murder was brought out and had a picture of you stuck on it. When they weren’t in class they were in the newspaper room trying to figure out what happened. Everyone was sitting down racking their brains to see if they remember anything from that night when Veronica remembered something. “Oh my god. I think I know who the last person was who saw Y/N that night." 


Requests are open

A/N: this is my new Riverdale series that will probably be nine parts. I’m excited for this one and I hope you enjoy it.

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Fuck You Logan, Fuck You

Warning: cussing, SMUT, orgasm denial, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Daddy kink and handcuffs, if i forgot something let me know

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader, Remy LeBeau, Bobby, Rogue, Charles Xavier

A/n:This took me what feels like forever to write. It seems I can never do a fic with Logan without Remy in it. This is the longest smut I’ve written (4428 words, HOLY SHIT) and I really hope I did Logan justice. Plus thank you to @a-lonely-string for the inspiration for this since we were talking about him over the past few days and @petlaufeyson for recommending another song to add to my smut writing play list, IT REALLY HELPED. If you’re not a Logan girl, after this you may be one. Sorry not sorry. If anyone has anything negative about this, COME TO ME or FUCK OFF! I didn’t edit this because I tend to do it while I write.

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Originally posted by such-ass

NOT SORRY FOR USING THIS GIF ^^^MY INSPIRATION^^

Part 1 Part 2

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” You stormed off towards your room in the mansion. You lived in the mansion longer than Logan did and you sure as hell lived just as long as he has. You both were pretty much immortal but lately he didn’t think so. At the moment you hated him, you hated him because you were trying to do your job. A job that you do pretty damn well, might you add, but still. He tried to prevent you from saving a group of young mutants before the government tried to kill them. “Fucking Logan. God, he pisses me the fuck off.”

               “I haven’t heard such a beautiful woman talk like that, Cherie.” Remy stood at your door looking in at you as you stood there in your uniform pants and your black lace bra.

               “What the fuck do you want, Rem. Can I try to relax before you start trying to flirt with me?” You looked at him. You were pissed and he could see it.

               “What did he do this time?” He tried to step closer but all you did was growled at him, making him stop almost all movement. “Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “He must have done something stupid to turn such a kitten into a lion.” He was still going to try to flirt with you. Knowing what your abilities were. Super human strength, shift into a feline (ranging from cat to lion), healing like Logan, and everything that comes with being a feline.

               “Really Rem. I swear he thinks that just because I’m a few years younger means I’m fucking fragile or something. We both are mutants, right?” You look up at him as you walked over to your dresser. Remy nodded his head as his answer. “Why can’t he see that I’m a big girl and don’t need daddy fucking me over every fucking chance he gets.”

               “The two of you should just sleep together and get it over with.” He smirked at you as you pulled a clean pair of panties and a huge shirt from your dresser. Tossing them on your bed.

               “You know what Rem, fuck off. Better yet, go the hell away so I can try to relax.” Remy shook his head and turned from your room and walked down the hall, probably to go flirt with one of the other teachers or bug Logan. You didn’t care, you just wanted to relax.

               You walked into your bathroom and opted to run a bath instead of a shower. Dealing with a man that healed just as quickly as you and a temper of a five year who had their candy taken from them, you needed a bath. You added some bath oils to the water that you knew would help with your muscles and your stress levels. The smells of lavender, blueberry and a hint of sugar cookie (a slight weakness of yours) filled the room. You stripped the rest of the way down, tossing the rest of your uniform into your room landing somewhere with a thud. Not that you cared at the moment.

               You slipped into the relaxing hot water and leaned your head against the back of the tub. You relished in the heat sinking into your muscles and the scents that filled the room helped you start to relax. You had managed to let your eyes drift shut as you laid there, calming and finally relaxing.

 

*Logan’s POV*

 

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” (Y/n) stormed off, her ass looked amazing as she did. ‘God, get a grip with yourself Logan. She now hates you.’ I walked into Charles’ office.

               “She doesn’t hate you, Logan. She’s just pissed, give her some time then go talk to her.” He didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. “If you stopped treating her the way you do. You two would be the perfect team again.”

               “How I treat her. She almost got killed.”

               “Do you honestly think that will happen, Logan?”

               What the fuck was he talking… Fuck she has pretty much the same mutation as I do. I’ve been a dick for no damn fucking reason.

               “I take it you realized something.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Like I said, give some time to cool off and then go talk to her.” I nodded my head and walked away.

               I walked up to my room, closing the door behind me I stripped off my uniform and pulled on something comfortable. I walked down to the kitchen, food sounded great at the moment. Gambit was sitting at the table with looked like his cards.

               “What the hell did you do to our little kitten that she would nearly scratch me?” He kept messing with his cards as I dug through the fridge. “The two of you should really fuck and get it over with. The sexual tension between you and Cherie is driving most of us insane.” I placed some food on the counter and looked at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Logan. You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

               “We had to rescue a few groups of kids and she tried to throw herself in front a small group of kids but I pulled her back and I took most of the blast, which apparently pissed her off. I totally forgot her mutation is like mine.” My gaze dropped to the food in front of me.

               “Now that somewhat explains why she was pissed. From the sound of it, you tend to do that a lot.”

               “What do you mean from the sound of it? What the hell did she say?” I looked up at him, getting pissed again.

               He got up from his seat and walked towards the door. “She said something like she’s a big girl and not needing daddy fucking her over ever chance or something like that. I couldn’t pay much attention, she was standing there in half her uniform and a black lace bra.” I don’t know why but thinking of her calling me daddy was a bit of a turn on. Thank god for the counter in front of me.

               Before I could say anything, he was out the damn door. God, she was going to be the death of me but first I need to see what (Y/n) meant when she called me daddy. I could feel the smirk on my face. I sat down and ate my food, giving her some time to cool off.

 

*Normal POV*

 

               You felt better now that you were able to relax. The water had cooled off to the point it was getting cold. You sat up and got out of the tub then quickly dried off. You loved that the bath relieved your stress but you knew it would never fix the problem know as Logan. Thinking of him right now caused a headache that you didn’t need or want. You stepped out of your bathroom and low and behold, guess who’s sitting on your bed. Logan. You groaned at the sight of him leaning against the back of the door. His big muscular arm crossed over his broad chest as he just stood there with his eyes now trained on you since you opened your bathroom door.

               “UGH, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” You didn’t pay notice that he was now looking you over. “Did you come to fuck up my night as well, Logan?” He smirked at you. ‘Why the hell was he smirking?’

               “I came to apologize for earlier.” You looked up at him with shock.

               “Wow the infamous Wolverine wants to apologize.” You rolled your eyes at him as you walked over to your bed, his eyes followed your ass as you walked. You could feel him staring at you. What you weren’t expecting was that he stood up straight and walked over to you. You were facing your bed when you felt his hands on your hips.

               “Yes, sweetheart, I’m trying to apologize. I admit I don’t do it often.”

               “But?” You had a bit of sarcasm in your voice and he clearly heard it.

               “There is no buts the only but I want is yours.” You turned around and looked into his eye. You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Remy told me what you said earlier.” What did Rem tell him? He leaned in and placed his soft lips to your shoulder. “The only fucking over Daddy’s going to do is fucking you over and over tonight.” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your mind was piecing together what was happening. Of course you’ve thought of riding this man like the beast he is or how amazing it would feel to have him coming at you from behind. You bit your lip in hopes to hold back a moan.

               You let your hands travel up his arms until they reached his shoulders. Your fingers started playing with the hair at the base of his neck as you felt his teeth against your neck. You moaned as he bit down harder. You instantly ripped off his shirt, gaining a growl from deep in his chest. His hands traveled down to the backs of your thighs. He mumbled jump against your neck and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You instantly felt how hard he was and ground down on him causing you both to moan. One of his hands slid up to your ass and gave it a rough squeeze, pulling a loud moan from your lips as your head fell back. He laid you down on your bed then stepping away from you. He walked over to your night stand and opened the top drawer, he was somewhat shocked to see a pair of handcuffs in there but he knew you well enough that you had a few kinks up your sleeve.

               “Logan.” He looked down at you with a half-smile.

               “Nah uh, you get to call me daddy baby girl.” You had to rub your thighs together, the way he sounded when he spoke made you wet. He reached down and grabbed your hands, raising them above your head and cuffing them to your head board. To say you were shocked would have been a lie, you were more turned on more than anything.

               “So, daddy, how long have you thought of doing this?” You tried to keep your voice seductive especially with the word daddy. You saw him twitch under his sweat pants. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight before you.

               “You have no idea baby girl.” He smirked down at you as he walked to the end of your bed. He stood there for a moment, admiring how you were laid out for him on your bed. You looked up at him, admiring his hard chiseled chest. You bit your lip as seductively as possible in hopes he would do something. He gave you a slight smirk before he dropped his sweats and crawled half way up the bed. You felt his breath on your legs as he crawled up. You thought you knew what he was going to do but it didn’t happen. He peppered kisses along the tops of your thighs and from time to time he would bite down on your soft flesh, pulling soft moans from you. At times you thought he would bite hard enough to draw blood, not that you were complaining. His hands slowly worked their way up your thighs, slowly pushing them open so he could see every inch of you. Logan let out an animalistic growl once you were completely open to him.

               He let himself be taken over by animal instincts and dove into you. His tongue made contact with your clit, making you moan loudly and causing you to pull at your restraints. Your head fell back against the pillow as he inserted a single finger. Moving it slowly in and out of you, dragging the pleasure out as much as possible. You bucked your hips up which caused him to lay his other hand across your lower abdomen pinning you in place. You needed more friction than what he was giving you.

               “Daddy” You softly panted out softly, causing him to look up at you. “If you don’t pick up the pace, I’m not going to have to explain to Hank how a pair of Vibranium handcuffs broke.” He eyes went full blown with lust. He added another finger and started to pick up the pace, quickly.

               “Is that better, baby girl?” He smirked up at you as you threw your head back on a loud moan. Your back arched off the bed as his lips attached themselves back onto your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as his fucked you with his hand. He took his fingers away causing you to whimper at the loss but moaned even louder as he slid his tongue into you. The pleasure was almost unbearable, he could tell you were close. “Cum baby girl. Cum for daddy.” With that your body shook, your orgasm raking through your body like a tidal wave. His tongue was buried deep inside you, lapping up everything you had to offer. Your body had become sensitive, you felt every hair on his face against your legs. You moaned softly as he gave you one last lick before making his way up your body. Kissing and biting along your stomach and all around each breast. Taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it pulling wanton moans from your lips. His hands slid up your body, one taking your lonely breast while the other laid on your hip. You felt want and need build back up as he took your other nipple into his mouth. He mumbled something about being a good girl. He continued up your chest to your collar bone, nibbling along the bone and up the side of your neck. He sucked on your neck, leaving dark spots that would soon fade. “You’re such a good girl for daddy.”

               His hand slid up and into your hair, pulling it back hard causing your head to snap back and a moan escaping your lips. You felt him twitch against your thigh, a bead of pre-cum slipped from the slit and was spread across the top of your thigh. You raised your hips slightly, grinding up against him pulling a groan from him. Logan pulled back from your neck and gave you an evil smirk. He repositioned himself where if he was to grind down, the head of his cock would push against your clit. Then that was exactly what he did, pulling a loud moan from your lips. You bucked your hips just to feel the pressure against your clit again, making the man above you groan as he drops his head.

               “Daddy please.” Your voice was breathy.

               “Please what, baby girl.” His voice was low and husky which only made you need him even more.

               “I need you.” He looked down at you releasing your hair and gripped himself. He lined himself up to your core and slowly pushed in. You moaned at the sensation of being stretched. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he continued to push into you. His head fell to the crook of your neck as he bottomed out, groaning at the sensation of you completely surrounding him warm and tight. He stayed still for a moment, causing you discomfort was furthest from his mind. “Fuck.” Panting as you bucked your hips up, taking him in even further. He took this as a sign as to start moving. He pulled back, leaving the head of his cock inside you then slamming back into you. You screamed in pleasure as you pulled on your restraints. This only spurred him on, fucking you harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out, causing you to whine at the loss of him inside you. “What the fuck?” You barely able to breathe out.

               “I’m planning on taking you in more than one position, sweetheart.” His voice husky as his breathe fanned over your skin as he uncuffed you from the headboard. You sat up and as you did, Logan managed to get both your wrists behind your back and cuffed them in place. You looked up at him in disbelief while he just smirked down at you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He walked you over to your dresser and sat you on top, pulling your ass to the edge then sliding back into you. You both moaned loudly as he slammed back into you. His hands gripping your hips as your head falls into the crock of his neck, your lips found the skin there and your teeth bit down hard causing him to thrust harder into you. You swore the force he used would cause the dresser to move but it didn’t, you were extremely glad that the dresser didn’t budge as Logan fucked into you.

               You felt that knot in your stomach grow tight again. Winding tighter with every thrust, with every sound that fell from his lips. You were closer to cumming this time and he decides to pull out. You groaned in protest and whimpered in loss of him again. He had a wicked smirk on his face and you knew right then you were in for a long night. He instantly flipped you over, your chest was now lying flat on top of your dresser. He spread your legs a little then gripped your hips with a bruising force causing you to whimper. Your head laid on the dresser as you looked back at him, sending him your own smirk.

               “Don’t get too comfortable being in charge right now Daddy because once these,” you wiggle your cuffed hands, “I’m going to show you just who’s in charge.” Just then he slammed into you from behind causing you to scream in pleasure. God, he felt fucking amazing inside you.

               “Is that so, baby girl?” His breathe fluttered against your ear. He started thrusting in and out of you as his grip tightened slightly, causing you to moan loudly with every thrust. You felt one of his hands leave your hip and tangled into your hair, pulling back slightly making your sounds echo off the wall in front of you. That was when you felt a sting on your ass. You whimpered when he spanked you again. You bucked your hips back causing him to go deeper than ether of you thought was possible. Logan growled as he started to really thrust into you. You were quickly reaching your high again, you were starting to contemplate on begging him for release. With one final hard thrust, Logan stilled for a moment. You could feel how hard he still was and you knew he wasn’t done with you. He pulled out of you, again. Without a word, he picked you up and carried you back to the bed. Setting you down on your knees. You looked up at him slightly confused and panting. All he did was kneel down behind you. You felt his hands on you, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder. He gently pushed you down so your shoulders were on the mattress and your face felt the cool sheets of your bed, giving you some relief to your over heated skin. He then pushed into you again. You were starting to get sensitive and moaned as he slid in. Your arousal was dripping down the sides of your legs and all over him as he began to thrust into you again. You managed to force your ass back as he thrusted forward causing him to moan loud. The sounds of skin slapping skin, his moans and groans, and the sounds you were making filled the room. Logan was getting close to his release and so were you.

               He then did something that you were expecting, he uncuffed you. You smirked as you moaned with pleasure as he fucked into you. Your hands landing on the bed and you pushed yourself up. With the added leverage of your arms, you threw yourself back into him. You heard him swear as you started taking control of things. You started to thrust yourself back into him and you felt him stop moving. You kept this up for a while, his hands landing on your hips as you fucked yourself on him. Before he could register what was going on, you pulled yourself off him whimpering slightly as the feeling of being empty surged through you. You turned and looked at him.

               “I told you Daddy, once the cuffs come off I’m gonna show you who’s in charge.” You smirked at him as you pushed him onto his back. You climbed up onto him, biting into his neck as you grabbed his cock and lined him up to your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, causing him to grip your ass tightly and a string of cuss words falling from his lips. You released his neck as you sat up, moaning at the action. You raised up slightly and slowly moved back down. Logan’s head fell back onto the bed, he was going to burst at any moment and you knew it. So you decide to take mercy on him. You started to move a bit faster, every time you would roll your hips or raise up you would do it harder and faster than the last time. You ran your nails down his chest. Anger red lines followed, some even bleed a little but healed quickly. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter and you knew you were close to your peak with the sounds that Logan was making he was too. You ran a hand down your body and started rubbing on your clit with the perfect pressure. Your orgasm raked through your body, hard. You came on a scream of his name. You clamped down hard on him, pulling him over the edge with you. His nails digging into you as he shot himself into you and started to fuck up into you, prolonging both of your orgasms. You leaned forward, placing your head in the crock of his neck. One of his hands slid up your back and stopped at the base of your neck, holding you to him as you both came down from your highs.

               You slowly and carefully raised yourself up and off of him then flopping onto the bed next to him. He placed a kiss to the top of your head before he got up and walked over to your bathroom. You faintly heard the sink turn on then off. Logan came back with a washcloth and cleaned you up before laying back down next to you, pulling you back into his chest. Your hand rested on his chest and you started to mess with his chest hair. He started carding his hand through your hair and your eyes started to droop. Moments later, the both of you fell asleep.

               The next morning you woke up still in his arms. To be honest, it was the best night’s sleep you ever got. You barely managed to get out of the bed without waking Logan, you knew he was a bear to deal with when he is woken up before he woke up himself. You relieved yourself before pulling on a pair of panties and a large shirt that you think you stole from Logan on a mission a few years back without him knowing. You slipped out of your room quietly and made your way down to the kitchen. Remy sat at the table along with Bobby and Rogue, all of them with smiles on their faces.

               “You guys seem to be in a good mood this morning.” You looked at the clock on the microwave, seeing that it was only 9 in the morning.

               “We are.” Remy got up and walked over to you. “How did you sleep last night, Cherie?” He leaned in close to your ear.

               “I slept great last night, Rem.” You smirked at him as you moved to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

               “Oh really, Cherie? Mind if I ask why?” He smirked back at you.

               “I’m not telling you, Rem. You don’t need to know.” You grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured some over your cereal. You grabbed a spoon before walking over to the table and sat down next to Rogue. “Besides, it won’t stop you from flirting with me.” Rogue giggled and Bobby rolled his eyes.

               “Really?” Remy cocked his eyebrow at you. “Have you seen Logan? He is normally up by now.”

               “I have and I’m not telling you where.” You chuckled as you ate your breakfast.

               Logan walked into the kitchen in his sweats from last night. You were so glad that you both heal quickly, you didn’t need Remy giving you an even harder time than he already does. Remy looks at him then back at you and smiles. It was like something clicked in his mind.

               Once you finished your breakfast, you walked over to the sink where Logan just happened to be. You felt his hand on your ass as you placed your bowl in the sink. Bobby and Rogue got up from their seats and left. Remy still had a smirk on his face.

               “You two finally did it, didn’t you?”

               “What makes you think that, Rem?” You looked up at him and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

               “Finally!” He grinned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Logan alone.

               Logan pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned up and placed your lips to his. He squeezed your butt causing you to squeal a little.

               “You know, I’m glad that Hank sound proofed my room.” Logan looked down at you almost confused. “You couldn’t hear a stadium full of fans screaming in my room.” The look of confusion faded into a wicked smile.

               “You mean we can do last night all day?”

               “Since it’s Saturday and there are no classes to teach, yes.” As the last word barely left your lips, Logan threw you over his shoulder and walked you back towards your room.

INTP Over thinking Situations;
  • (*immediately after talking to someone*)
  • INTP: *smiling* that went more smoothly than I expected.
  • (*30 seconds later*)
  • INTP: *smile slowly vanishes* or did it?..well,in any case,it's over at least.
  • (*2 minutes later*)
  • INTP: *frowning* oh my god, I was not witty enough.That reply I gave at the end was stupid...
  • (*3 hours later*)
  • INTP: *wheeeeez* That compliment was racist... and sexist.she probably thinks I'm a jerk by now.. ..SWEET JESUS....
  • (*2 years later in bed*)
  • INTP: *sigh* I should have fist-bumped instead of going for a hug,it was stupidest thing I've ever done.EVER..*sigh*...I will never talk to anyone again.

catelyngrant  asked:

☠ for Kara and ☮ for Cat!

☠ for Kara

Kara blows her powers out and Alex wants to implement the usual protocol—lots of sunlamp time and lots of sister time, snuggled up watching Netflix. Normally, that’s what makes Kara feel okay when she blows out her powers; that’s what makes Kara feel okay even when she has her powers.

But this time she’s still so angry. She wants to keep fighting. She argues that she’s trained just as much as Alex has and gets matching incredulous looks from her sister and J’onn. Kara knows she’s wrong even if she doesn’t want to be—she’s trained as Supergirl, not as Kara. She’s no use without her powers.

Alex gets an agent to drive her home, and Kara calls Cat from the backseat.

“Come to my place,” Cat says after Kara has explained. Before Kara can protest, Cat continues, “I’m not going to let you go home to mope by yourself.”

Kara doesn’t even want to, but she knows Cat won’t take no for an answer. She shows up grumpy and it just gets worse; she drops a glass of water and accidentally slams the bathroom door because she’s not used to doing anything without adjusting based on her powers. Cat draws her a bath and makes her go to sleep early—makes it all more of a demand than any kind of TLC.

The next morning, Cat opens the curtains to wake her up. The sun feels vaguely warm, and Kara can’t hear anything outside of the room, and she’s already frustrated.

“Put on clothes you can work out in,” is all Cat says.

Kara doesn’t ask and Cat doesn’t offer details, not over breakfast, not while they’re in the car, not as she leads Kara into a warehouse that looks more like Alex’s scene than Cat’s.

It’s not an empty warehouse, though, it’s a business, and even after the employee explains to Kara how this is going to work, she still doesn’t quite understand.

“I’m just supposed to pick a weapon?” Kara asks.

“Mmhmm,” Cat says. “You can pick more than one—I have this place rented out for the entire day.”

“You think I’m going to spend the whole day breaking things for no reason?”

“Darling,” Cat says, and Kara knows from the tone in her voice that she’s trying hard not to roll her eyes. “You’re going to spend as long as you want to breaking things because you are frustrated and there’s nothing else for you to do. And then I’ll take you home and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Kara swallows, glances around to make sure no employees are nearby.

Cat hands her a baseball bat. “Start with this. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Kara does. She spends hours wrecking things—multiple TVs, a complete set of china, every type of kitchen appliance you can think of. She rips a couch apart with her bare hands, actually feeling how much her muscles strain as she does it. She’s already exhausted by the time Cat takes her home, and then Cat lives up to her promise to the point Kara all but passes out by the time they’re done.

She doesn’t know how long she sleeps, but when she wakes up, she can hear people having a conversation two floors away, and she smiles into her pillow.

The next time she loses her powers, Cat takes her back to the warehouse.

☮ for Cat

Kara really wishes Cat and Alex would be better friends. All they ever do is snark at each other. Kara doesn’t think it’s unreasonable to want her sister and her girlfriend to get along, but whenever she mentions it, she gets nothing more than an eye roll and an assurance it’s fine.

Alex gets hurt, not badly, but publicly. The street they’re fighting on is closed for construction, so there aren’t many people around, thankfully, but there are news crews too close for comfort. They’ve got a camera trained directly on Alex as she takes a shot to the side that knocks her off her feet. Kara finishes the fight soon thereafter, and they get Alex checked out as she complains that she’s fine while wincing every time someone touches her ribs. It’s a pretty regular post-fight situation, which is why Kara doesn’t understand when Cat rushes into the DEO, face pinched.

“How’s she doing?” Cat asks, worry in her voice that is usually reserved for Carter.

“How’s who doing?” Kara says.

Cat looks at her like she’s grown another arm. “Your sister? Who went down and didn’t get back up?”

Kara almost laughs, but the concern on Cat’s face is too serious. “She got back up,” Kara says. “She’s probably yelling at a doctor about how she shouldn’t have to take the rest of the day to rest and should be working instead.”

Cat’s shoulders relax, and it clicks in Kara’s head.

“You were worried about her? This much? You don’t even like her!”

Cat rolls her eyes and stalks off toward med bay. Kara watches her go, stuck in place by shock. Cat actually cares about Alex?

By the time Kara catches up, Cat is perched on a chair beside Alex’s bed and Alex is grinning.

“I can’t believe you were worried about me,” Alex says.

“Please,” Cat scoffs. “I simply didn’t want to deal with Kara moping if you’d been seriously injured. And aren’t you supposed to be a secret agent? I would think getting attacked on television isn’t the best strategy.”

Alex just laughs at her. Kara can’t help but beam.

bts reaction to: you making them breakfast in bed

Originally posted by bwiseoks

jin: thought it was the perfect thing to wake up to. two of his favorite things wavering before him the moment he cracks open his eyes – that’s the life, man. he would make you come and sit next to him, feeding you more than himself, smiling as you happily devour the food.
“i’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Originally posted by the9397

suga: lazily grins as you near him, tray locked in your grasp. “for me?”
he would jocosely admonish you for limiting your sleep to care for him, and would split the food in half, letting you enjoy some with him, maybe even requesting permission to give some to the members.

Originally posted by btsreactionsandgifs

namjoon: the smile gracing his face would rival the sunlight filtering into the room. he would be so happy, but also a little guilty. he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d missed some hours of sleep for this or skipped doing something more important. he would return the favor the next day, feeding you breakfast and kissing your cheeks.

Originally posted by minspink

jimin: would shyly fumble out of bed, helping you carry the tray. “here – i’ve got it. you get in bed.” you would take turns feeding each other and he would blush everytime you mused about how cute he was. he would be so thankful for what you’d done for him, making sure to repay the favor as soon as he could.

Originally posted by jeonggukk

jungkook: grins unconsciously, letting you climb in next to him. he would be so thankful, promising to pay you back. he would let you feed him between chaste kisses, playfully offering you food by putting it in his mouth (so you can kiss him again). he would muse to his hyungs all about it later when they were at practice.

Originally posted by taehyyungs

taehyung: would be so surprised. “i-i felt you leave the bed earlier, but i thought you had to go the bathroom…”
he would melt so much when you fed him, offering to take turns so you could eat as well. knowing you cared so much about him made him feel so loved and happy. like jungkook, he would tell the boys all about it the moment he got the chance.

Originally posted by hobisu

hoseok: “oh, you didn’t have to do that!” he feels he should be making you breakfast in bed as he’s the one always gone and he feels like he neglects you. he would appreciate the gesture, but would probably just feed you instead unless you wanted to feed him. he would feel so touched and loved and you’d spend the rest of the morning cuddling, enjoying each other’s presence.

The Wedding Planner (Part 2)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Author’s Note: at last! part 2 of this series. thank you all so much for all the positive feedback I’ve been receiving, it means the world to me. I’ve had to re-post this a couple of times because it seems as if Tumblr is just preventing me from uploading new things I guess. Hope you like!

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Drabble game request: “It’s getting late.” + Taehyung + fluff/smut + friends with benefit au | for @the95liner

Character / Genre: Taehyung x reader | FWB!au, Mature contents, smut | 1,568 words


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anonymous asked:

Does Tony's health ever take a turn for the worse in your regency au?

It’s after Harley’s born. Harley is just as fussy as he was in utero and Tony is exhausted because he only stops crying when Tony or Peter are holding him and Tony doesn’t want to rely on Peter to help him with a fussy baby since Peter’s just barely not a baby himself. Harley even fusses with Steve and Bucky; he’ll quiet for about fifteen minutes, long enough for Tony to power-nap, before he screams and cries for his mommy. Tony hasn’t had his tea from Bruce in a week and no one has noticed it–Bruce puts the glass in Tony’s hand but doesn’t stay to watch him drink it because he trusts him. Tony has to put the glass down to keep Harley from fussing. Twice this week the glass has gotten knocked over when Peter got jealous of the attention Harley was getting and threw a tantrum and smacked it over (along with every other dish in front of him). Other days it just sits there, forgotten, as Tony scrambles to get something full of protein into his stomach before Harley pitches another fit.

Tony’s pacing around the room, bouncing Harley to get him to sleep, and keeping one eye on Peter as he goes over his reading. Then he feels a sharp pain throughout his entire chest–he manages a short gasp before his legs buckle beneath him. He curls around Harley protectively and hits his head on the wooden arm of a chair on the way down. It doesn’t knock him out, but he is stunned. Peter hustles over to him and shakes him, crying out “Mama! Mama, get up!” But Tony can’t respond, can barely even take in a breath of air. The room is spinning and everything hurts.

Peter pats at Tony’s face with clumsy hands before wrapping his arms around Harley and running out of the room, screaming “Daddy! Papa! Daddy!!! Papa!!!” One of the servants sees him run and gets concerned because she’s never seen Peter holding Harley without Tony hovering tiredly nearby, so she hustles in the other direction and finds Tony collapsed on the floor, making the most concerning wheezing noise she’s ever heard. Luckily, she’s a beta, and Tony is small, so she heaves him up into her arms and runs to the infirmary, calling for Bruce and Helen.

Jarvis hears Peter’s yelling before he can get to Steve and Bucky outside where they’re training the troops. He thinks that pretty fucking weird so he goes to find out what’s going on and is horrified when he sees Peter running with Harley in his arms. He asks what’s going on. Peter bursts into tears and barely manages, “Mommy’s hurt!” Jarvis takes Harley from him and then scoops Peter up in his other arm, rushing back into the room where he’d been showing one of the other servants how he got his corners so crisp. “Go get Steven and James,” he orders sharply. “Something has happened to their omega.” The servant drops the sheet she’s holding and sprints from the room. Jarvis carries the boys to the room they’d been in, finds Tony gone, and instead rushes into the infirmary.

Bruce is livid, mostly because there’s no one to blame and put the fear of God into. It was just a mistake made that no one had caught. Tony had been stressed out and tired. Steve and Bucky have been trying their best. Sarah has been helping where she can. Peter’s a child. Bruce has been busy with Helen trying to figure out an illness sweeping through the kingdom. It’s no one’s fault that this happened. It just did.

Tony is unconscious for three days. It’s the most nerve-wracking three days Steve and Bucky have ever had, and they spend most of those days holding one of their children and pacing. Harley screams and cries for the first day but Jarvis plucks him from Bucky’s arm and tells him, quite sternly, “Enough of that, Master Harley.” Harley quiets. Steve and Bucky stare at him, betrayed. “You couldn’t have done that sooner? Tony wouldn’t be so tired if–” “I’m only able to do this because this has happened,” Jarvis tells them icily. “I didn’t become an expert in soothing distraught children because Anthony had perfectly loving parents his entire life.” Steve and Bucky shut up, because that makes sense. Tony had been ten when his parents had been assassinated, newly presented as an omega and alone. Jarvis had probably had to soothe him for months.

Tony wakes up late on the third day, and he’s groggy and tired and sore and his head hurts. “Ow. What happened?” “You started to have a heart attack and become intimately acquainted with the arm of a chair,” Bruce tells him gently. “Oh. Oh!” Tony gasps, and tries to sit up, but Bruce pushes him back down. It doesn’t take much effort. “I’m sorry, Bruce, I thought I’d been–I’ve just been so busy, I–” “I know,” Bruce replies quietly, brushing his hair out of his face. “We all made mistakes. I’ll just keep a closer eye on you until Harley stops being a terror.” “Harley!” Tony gasps. “Is Harley okay? I was holding him when–when I–” “Harley is alright. Peter took care of him.” Tony sniffles quietly. “Peter saw me like that. That must have been so scary for him.” “Well,” Bruce says, and then lets it hang there for an answer, because yeah, Peter had been quite upset.

“Where are they,” Tony whispers, fearful. Bruce nods over to Tony’s left and he turns his head weakly because it feels like it’s full of cotton. His breath hitches when he finds Harley curled up against Steve’s chest, and Peter curled into Bucky’s side. Jarvis, Rhodey, and Sarah are there too. They’re all asleep. Tony assumes that Pepper would have been there except she’s probably making sure the country runs smoothly while everyone else is distressed. She’s always been good at that. “They’ve been very worried about you,” Bruce says quietly. Tony sniffles again. “I’m sorry for causing so much trouble for everyone.” Bruce rolls his eyes and shakes his head fondly. “We’re sorry we didn’t realize how much you were struggling.” “Everyone was doing something,” Tony points out quietly. “I don’t want you to stop working on that illness going around.” His eyelids droop and he yawns. “Bruce, I’m tired.” “Drink this and go to sleep,” Bruce says, and Tony drinks his tea before sagging back against the pillows again.

When he wakes the next morning, Peter scrambles on top of him and presses desperate kisses to his cheek before Steve and Bucky can do more than sit up straight. “Are you okay, Mama? That was scary! You really hurt your head. But it’s okay! I took care of Harley for you, Mama!” And Tony laughs and wipes away the tears forming in his eyes to whisper, “Oh, my sweet lamb, thank you.” “I’ll kiss your owie better too,” Peter declares, and presses a kiss just a little too hard against the bump on his skull. But Tony beams at him anyway, because he has the sweetest child.

“Oop,” Steve says as Harley begins to fuss. “Breakfast time I guess. How are you feeling, honey?” Tony begins to undo his shirt with shaking fingers. “Sore, mostly.” “Yeah, you should probably stay in bed a couple more days,” Bucky replies, reaching out to run his hand up and down Tony’s back as he begins to feed Harley. Tony opens his mouth to reply but then Harley bites him and instead he yelps, “Oh, you awful child! I didn’t miss you at all!” Jarvis and Sarah laugh. “Guess I better go tell Pepper you’re awake and already cursing your baby,” Rhodey muses, and Tony whines about how no one understands his pain except Sarah but even Sarah’s laughing and he will never forget this betrayal.

Not Your Dean (Part 16)

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Summary: One day Dean shows up and moves back into the bunker. The only problem is he’s a demon and he’s hiding something…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: *shakes head at reader*…


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Let’s tell another story where Voldemort, snippets of prophecy in hand, went after the Longbottoms instead of the Potters–

Neville Longbottom didn’t do magic until he was nearly eight (and even then it was just bouncing down the stairs after he had tripped), but his grandmother beamed proudly all the same. 

“Used up eight years of it slaying dark wizards,” she told her other society ladies over tea. 

But Neville, in any ‘verse, was not a stupid boy. When people praised him for things that weren’t his fault, he knew better than to believe they were looking at him. Overlooking the stammering, pudgy kid in the corner isn’t that much different from seeing the scar and not the boy. 

His grandmother smiled at him and Neville gulped, tried to will magic into being, because one day she would expect him to be done recuperating from his toddling heroism. 

This was a Neville who stepped onto Platform 9 ¾ with all eyes on him– the Remerberall clutched tight in one sweaty fist, the sleek black cat his uncle had bought him under the other arm. He did not ask for Hufflepuff, even though he wanted to, because he was supposed to be brave. 

Let’s tell this story: if Voldemort went after the Longbottoms, then the Lestranges went after the Potters. 

Peter still betrayed James and Lily to enemy hands. Sirius still chased him down and laughed when he was arrested on the blasted-apart street. Both of these boys were still raised by families that did not know how to love them. Just the scar exchanged hands. 

Except– I wonder if old Dumbledore would have made Harry go to the Dursleys then, or if that particular condemnation was only for the Boy Who Lived, who needed blood protection. Would Harry get to go to Lupin? Or maybe one of the Order members with a more stable income– Andromeda Tonks, maybe, who already had her own little girl to raise, and who despite all the complications did miss having siblings around. 

Little Nymphadora, who even then demanded to be called Tonks, turned her hair every color and let baby Harry tug on it. Harry grew up loved, in this world, but he still grew up lost. He still studied his reflection like meeting his eyes might mean meeting someone else’s. 

Harry still grew up knowing how to use a telephone, spent Christmases with Muggle grandparents. Andromeda went toe to toe with Dumbledore when she disagreed with him; “If I am to raise this boy, then I am going to. I won’t be your nanny, Albus. I don’t care what half a prophecy this boy once was. I don’t care if you glower. I’m a mother and I am a Black and you can think twice before you think about trying to frighten me.”

Ted told Harry and Tonks the story of Goldilocks (he turned his Metamorphmagus nose to a bear snout whenever appropriate), and Andromeda told them about the Deathly Hollows. 

“Which brother is the baby bear?” asked Tonks, not yet old enough for Hogwarts, a literary critic’s light in her eyes. “Which one is just right?”

When Harry went to St. Mungo’s, clinging to Andromeda’s steady hand, tugging on Lupin’s robe, Lily never quite met her son’s eyes. James stole bottle caps and played catch with shaking hands, tried to sneak them out into Harry’s pockets, grin skittering. 

“I think he thinks they’re snitches,” Lupin said. Harry was eight before he learned his father and Lupin were childhood friends. He was surprised. He’d always thought Lupin was much much older. 

In this world, on the Great Hall stone, there was a boy in the crowd named Ron who would be a Gryffindor, because every Weasley always was; there was a boy named Draco who would be a Slytherin, before the Hat had even barely touched his head. 

In this world, there was a boy in the crowd who would be a Hufflepuff, because his big sister was the best thing in the world and Nymphadora Tonks wore yellow on her sleeve. 

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A Peter x Reader as requested by an anon: “Peter Parker x Chubby Reader, who is really insecure and doesn’t believe she deserves to date him and he comforts her? Fluff please!” I hope this is okay! Its 570 words of fluff and cuteness. My requests are open so feel free to send one in! (I would prefer not Peter x Reader tho) Enjoy!

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I pulled at the edges of my dress, trying to stretch out the material. I had loved my blue dress in the store, but was it possible that It shrunk when I washed it? It just didn’t feel right. I stared at my reflection and frowned. “I probably shouldn’t even go to the dance.” I said, taking a seat on my bed. I slipped off my heels and rested my head in my hands.

I heard a knock at my door and got up to open it. Peter was standing in a black tux with a blue tie that matched my dress. He smiled as he looked me up and down. “You look incredible babe!” he said, eyes crinkled from his grin. I tried for a smile but fell short, a grimace creasing my lips instead. “What’s wrong (y/n)?” Peter asked, setting my corsage on my bed so he could hold my hands. His thumbs rubbed the back of my hands soothingly. “I don’t think I’m going to go to the dance.” I said glancing at Peter before looking back at my carpet. “What? Why? You were so excited last week!” He said tilting his head so he could see more of my face.

“I know Its just. Maybe you should go without me.” I said sniffing. Peter blinked hard. “Why would I do that?” he asked. “You deserve someone better than me Peter.” I said shaking my head slowly and pulling my hands from his. His brow crinkled, as his mouth dropped open. “(Y/n), love. You’re the best. I can’t do any better than you” he said looking at me with wide eyes.

I sniffed and sat down on my bed, swallowing a lump in my throat. “You’re spiderman. Every girl in the city wants you.” I said looking up at him. “Every girl in the world wants you.” I finished, a tear escaping my eye. Peter knelt down in front of me. “I don’t want any other girl. I want you (Y/n).” he said softly, cupping my face and looking into my eyes. I laid my hand his wrist as he swiped his thumb across my cheek, brushing my tears away. “You are the most intelligent, loving, and wonderful person on this planet.” He said, his brown eyes looking into mine. I cracked a smile and tilted my head into his palm. “Not to mention, insanely beautiful. I mean have you seen yourself in this dress?” he said a grin growing in his lips as he looked at my outfit.

A genuine smile rose to my lips as Peter stood, retracting his hands, instead holding them out for me to grab. I accepted and let him pull me to my feet. He wove his arms around my hips, prompting me to wrap my arms around his neck. I tangled my fingers in the baby hairs that he had missed when doing his hair and pulled him closer. Our lips met, dancing together for a moment. He pulled away as a car horn honked. “That’s May. We should probably go.” he said, cheeks pink. “Okay.” I said slipping on my shoes. Peter grabbed the corsage from my bed, before he his hand in mine before he led me out the door and down the stairs where May was waiting for us in her car.

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Neither of them talked the whole ride back to their hotel. They were both lost in their thoughts, the magic and adrenaline of the evening still coursing through their veins, making each of them restless. Link fidgeted with his wedding band, while Rhett’s leg bounced as they sat squished together in the back of their Uber. Even after settling their bill and riding the elevator to their floor, neither man said anything.

It wasn’t until they stood outside of their respective hotel rooms that Link finally spoke. “Do you wanna… come in?” His voice was soft, almost shy in the silence of the deserted hallway.

“Yes.” Rhett exhaled this word. He couldn’t explain the strong pull to stay by Link’s side. It was something that had never needed explaining, not through the decades of their friendship. Of course they needed to be together on tonight of all nights.

Once inside Link’s room, Rhett shed his backpack near the door before sinking down on the end of the bed. He watched as Link paced the room, depositing the contents of his pockets on the hotel desk.

Rhett carded a hand through his hair. “We did it. Our first show of the Tour. Can you believe it?”

Rhett didn’t get a verbal answer from Link. Instead, he sprinted toward the bed, knocking Rhett onto his back as their lips crashed together. Rhett recovered from his shock and returned the kiss, running his fingers through the silky strands of Link’s hair.

When they broke apart to catch their breath, Link whispered, “There’s no one I would rather do this with, bo.”

Rhett couldn’t stop the smile growing on his face, knowing his rounded cheeks were giving him away. “I should probably go.”

Link smirked down at him. “You should probably stay.”

Rhett responded by leaning up to give him another long, deep kiss.

just a quick question for some fic writers, you know who you are:

do y'all not feel a disgusted shiver go down your spine and simultaneously feel like you disappointed five generations of your family whenever you type in “mags” and decide “yes, that’s a good nickname i will keep that in my fic it’s lovely”?? do you not?????